#and on top of That i watch my sister and her classmates giggling together running around backstage

[willowfey]

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[dracowars]

could i request a slytherin x draco imagine where the reader and draco have been dating for a long time and she’s kind of a bitch like draco but she also doesn’t believe in blood supremacy so people are just scared of her they don’t not like her but anyways she and draco do share same feelings towards potter and stuff like that so what if draco crossed the line with potter or the trio and ron and harry get super upset but the reader feels bad and goes up to hermoine after class and apologizes because she know draco didn’t mean it to go that far but he’s stubborn and she feels better about the situation but the next morning ron confesses that he had the twins help of putting something in draco’s glass for breakfast but in actuality it was the readers cup and they see the reader drink it and they freak out because ron said that it was a smaller dose of draught of the living death where they could get sick and fall asleep for a long time and hermoine freaks out because she says that the reader apologizes and throughout the day the reader feels super ill and draco is tries taking care of her until that night where she goes to sleep and pansy her roommate and bff (we love pansy) can’t wake her up and she runs to the great hall and tells draco and the trio feels guilty until the twins get an antidote and it ends in fluff? i’m sorry it’s so long idk how else to explain it 😥

unforgivable | draco malfoy

pairing: draco x slytherin!reader

word count: 2,7k

summary: where y/n gets poisoned due to draco's behavior

a/n: finally, i'm back!!! my hand still hurts, but i managed to write this on my laptop so it did not hurt that much while writing. hope you enjoy <3

warnings: angst, use of unforgivable spell, cursing, mentions of death

universe: harry potter

„Only those who really want to inflict torture on their victim and have sadistic pleasure in seeing them suffer, can create the right magical energy for a successful torture curse”, Professor Snape, your teacher in Defense Against the Dark Arts this year, repeats to the entire class, strutting around in front of the blackboard that is only filled with three words. Slowly getting bored, you lean back in your chair and look at the ceiling, which seems far more interesting than the repetition of the three unforgivable curses right now.

Your gaze wanders over the numerous cracks in the ceiling above you until you completely block out Professor Snape’s voice. As soon as you direct your eyes a little further to the left, you stare at your beautiful boyfriend, whose side profile is illuminated by the shining sun. Smiling to yourself, you move closer to him to gently place your hand on top of his, hoping to draw his attention to you.

But without success.

Draco does not move an inch, his gaze intently focused on the front of the classroom while he is listening to the lesson, not even stopping when you finally lay your head on his shoulder and sigh softly.

Since your beloved boyfriend obviously does not want to give you the attention you deserve, you look for something else to do to cure your boredom. Annoying Harry Potter and Ron Weasley seems like a good decision for you. It does not take you long to toss small, rolled up balls of paper against the back of their heads, careful to only throw it across the room when Snape turns his back to the class. Rolling their eyes, they turn to you in annoyance, but you just give them a malicious smile before they try to focus again.

Just like Draco, you despise Harry Potter profoundly. There has never been a real reason for your hatred, but sometimes you meet people in your life that you just can’t get along with. This similarity of Draco and you only bonded you together even more.

You were never very popular at Hogwarts anyway, neither with your classmates nor with the teachers. But you do not care. In fact, you even enjoy it when you walk through the corridors and the first years move aside in fear immediately. If Draco is with you, they even turn around and take a different path. And because the few people you actually do get along with are always by your side, you do not mind having a certain reputation at this school.

“You will write a twenty-page essay about the unforgivable curses until next week”, Professor Snape finishes the lesson and you excitedly jump out of your seat right away, collecting your stuff. Since your hand was still connected to Draco’s, you pulled him along.

“Someone seems to have a strong interest in these curses”, you giggle when you see his almost annoyed expression due to the ending of the lesson.

“And what if it does?”, he rolls his eyes at you and you wait until he has stowed all his things in his bag before you go out into the hallway together. Almost like a reflex, you intertwine your hands as you walk down the corridors of Hogwarts.

On your way to the Great Hall to get something to eat, you walk across the courtyard when you suddenly notice the Golden Trio, as they are called, sitting on one of the benches out of the corner of your eye. Before you can react, they are already standing in front of you.

“Sorry, but you are covering the sun”, you mention snippily and raise an eyebrow, waiting for them to clear the way.

“What was that about earlier, Y/N?”, Ron angrily asks you and you just shrug your shoulders ignorantly.

“Do not make a scene now, Weaselbee”, Draco interferes, obviously annoyed.

“Oh, it is you, Malfoy! I did not recognize you anymore, now that you have suddenly become so meek since your father is in Azkaban”, Harry mocks and you feel the situation slowly escalating. “How does he like his new home?”

If looks could kill, you are sure all three of them would be dead on the spot.

“At least I still have parents, Scarhead”, Draco fires back through gritted teeth and his grip on your hand becomes tighter.

“Depulso!”

As soon as these words come out of Harry’s mouth, Draco is pushed back through the air, his back hitting the brick wall. In shock, you look after him, your legs unable to move. The arguments between you and them happened countless times, but no one has ever raised their wand.

“Harry!”, you hear Hermione scold him, but too late. The anger is clearly written upon Draco’s face as he slowly straightens his posture. Reaching for his wand in a flash, the next few seconds pass in slow motion.

“Cruci-“

“Expelliarmus!”, you quickly interrupt when you realize what Draco was about to say, and his wand flies through the air, landing right in front of your feet. An uncomfortable silence spreads and even Draco does not seem to understand what he was about to do.

“You have totally gone crazy!”, Ron is the first so speak up and angrily stomps towards your still stunned boyfriend, but you quickly stand between them, protecting Draco.

“Ron, stop it”, Hermione talks him out of doing anything stupid until he finally gives in and lets her pull him away. With an disparaging look, the three of them disappear into the next corridor.

“Are you actually crazy!?”, you turn to Draco, who immediately lowers his head, obviously understanding that his actions were wrong. “These curses are called unforgivable for a reason, Draco! I thought you listened to Snape today, damn it!”

“I-I am sorry”, he manages to say, lifting his head to look at you, trying to show you that he is serious. “But you hate them too!”

“And yet I would never harm them physically!”, you reply irritably and shove his wand back into his hand. You then turn away, shaking your head.

“I apologized! Wait, babe-“

“No, Draco. You went too far this time”, you interrupt him and pull your wrist out of his grip. With these words you leave him alone and make your way into the filled Great Hall. Once you arrive inside, you feel the burning and piercing looks of the whole Gryffindor table on you, but you choose to ignore them and walk straight up to their table. Contrary to what you expected, their conversations suddenly fall silent when you walk up to Hermione.

“Can we talk for a moment?”, you ask her with no emotion in your voice or face, but your eyes are almost begging her, and your heart is leaping. After exchanging a few glances with the Weasley twins and their little sister, Hermione nods in agreement and follows you out of the Great Hall into the silence of the corridors.

“What is it?”, she sighs and puts her hands on her hips.

“I wanted to apologize for Draco’s behavior. He really did not mean it, you have to believe me. Draco can be so incredibly stubborn sometimes, but he would never want to harm any of you”, you rant to her while she listens closely.

“First of all, I am not the one you should apologize to, and most importantly, you should not be the one to apologize”, Hermione replies, rubbing her fingers against her temple. “We both know what happens to wizards who cast one of these curse-“

“Shh!��� you interrupt her and quickly cover her mouth, suppressing her words. “I know. But- Well I-“

“I accept your apology, Y/N. After all, Harry and Ron were not entirely innocent either”, she explains to you and for a brief moment you see a small smile cross her lips. Right now, you would love to hug her.

“Thank you”, you say from the bottom of your heart. Sometimes it can actually be helpful to approach things with a little kindness.

“I am also sorry about what happened. Let us just forget about it”, she suggests, and you agree without hesitation.

And Hermione really is just as sorry as you are. Especially when Ron tells her about his nasty plan at breakfast the next morning. Hermione did not get around to tell them about your apology yet, which is why Ron still wants revenge. With the help of Fred and George, he prepared a small potion of Draught of the Living Death and gave it into Draco’s glass. But when Hermione finds out about it, it is already too late.

She can only helplessly watch as you suddenly ingest the toxic mixture instead of Draco.

You, on the other hand, did not even notice that there is something strange about your drink and continue to talk with Pansy, while still giving Draco the cold shoulder. Of course, he has apologized a thousand times, but if you do not punish him in some way, he will never learn from it.

Nevertheless, you are quite glad that he does not leave your side for the whole day, because when you feel lightheaded all of a sudden and shortly afterwards pass out, he is by your side immediately, catching you.

“Babe, can you hear me?!”, Draco basically yells in your face before gently patting your cheek, causing you to open your eyes again. Confused and disoriented, you look around, not remembering what happened.

“What- What happened?”, you ask limp, almost not able to get your teeth apart to speak while your eyes keep feeling extremely heavy.

“You passed out”, he explains as he is already heaving you into his strong arms. “I will take you to your room, you have to rest.”

Carefully, he lays you down on the soft mattress of your bed and covers your body with the blanket, completely wrapping you up before he sits on the edge of the bed and closely watches you. You weakly reach for his hand and run your thumb over the back of his hand before a quiet ‘thank you’ leaves your lips, drifting into a deep sleep.

After Draco lingers by your side for several hours silently, inwardly dying of worry, Pansy finally compels him to go to the Great Hall for dinner and then catch up on some sleep himself while she takes care of you. Only when she promises, does he consent and leave your room.

It is already late in the evening when Pansy goes to bed after finishing her homework while keeping an eye on you the whole time. Just as she is about to make herself comfortable, she notices that your chest is no longer moving up and down regularly as it was a few minutes ago.

You do not breathe anymore.

“Y/N!”, Pansy yells and runs to your side, placing her hands on your shoulders to shake you awake. “Wake up, wake up! Damn it!”

No matter how long she shakes your body, you will not wake up even when she slaps you lightly. You do not move an inch and your face looks as pale as that of a corpse. As if you were already lingering among the dead. As if you were in a deathlike slumber. If you had not suddenly started breathing again, Pansy would really have believed that you were gone.

Thereupon, she loses no more time and sprints out of the room, almost falling down the stairs on the way to the Great Hall. Because it is already so late in the evening, there are only a few students sitting at the tables, looking at her in shock when she rushes inside.

“Draco! It is Y/N! You- She just won’t wake up”, Pansy calls out across the hall and hurries over to the Slytherin table. Harry, Ron, and Hermione watch what is happening with a sense of guilt from the other side.

Before Draco can follow Pansy to the common room, Hermione blocks his way, along with Harry and Ron, briefly stopping him, causing Draco to get angry right away.

“Get out of the way! I do not have time for-“

“Listen, Malfoy! She drank Draught of the Living Death, that is why she does not wake up”, Harry interrupts him and Draco’s eyes widen in an instant.

“What?!”

“Originally, it was meant for you! As revenge”, Ron admits, hiding himself behind Hermione, just in case.

“Are you stupid?!”, Draco hisses and takes a dangerous step towards Ron, but before the situation can escalate again, Hermione intervenes.

“Now is not the time! Fred and George created the potion so they will be able to make the antidote as well. We just need a little more time”, Hermione negotiates and Draco reluctantly agrees before they part ways again and he takes the quickest way back to you.

Staying by your side all night, the tension in his body does not fade and even though his eyes start to slowly feel heavy, he stays awake. He will not let you out of his sight and pays particular attention to your breathing, which initially remains regular. When Hermione joins them in your room, a vessel in her hand, he is finally relieved from his suffering.

“This is Wiggenweld Potion. It reverses the effects of Sleeping Draughts”, she explains and hands Draco the potion. "It is not exactly described how to give it to the victim though I once heard that a prince used it to heal a princess. With a kiss.”

Hermione did not even finish her sentence as you can already feel Draco’s soft lips on yours and within a few seconds, your eyes flutter open. Whatever is just flowing down your throat tastes bitter and you look around confused, looking into blurred faces that seem relieved.

“For Merlin’s sake, you are alive”, Draco breathes out, hugging you tightly, so tight that he almost chokes you. Inhaling his pleasant scent, your exhausted body relaxes, but you still can’t remember anything. After you passed out in the hallway, you felt like you were floating on clouds. You could not hear anymore, could not move and for a brief moment you saw a bright white light in front of you, coming closer and closer.

“What happened?”, your voice comes out muffled as you talk against Draco’s shoulder. He loosens his arms around you and takes both of your hands in his, running his fingers over your delicate palms.

“You were under the influence of the Draught of the Living Death. Ron apparently mixed it into your drink by accident. It was meant for me and- I am so terribly sorry. If I had not been so stupid, then-“

“Then I would still be sleeping now”, you finish his sentence and give him a gentle smile, the tension in his face and body disappearing. Slowly leaning forward, you connect your lips again, this time for a proper kiss. “I am not mad at neither you nor Ron.”

In the corner of your eye, you also see Hermione relax at your words, breathing out deeply.

“Did you at least learn from it?”, you lift an eyebrow and look at Draco expectantly.

“I swear that I will never ever in my life even think about uttering one of those curses again”, he explains honestly and raises his hands in defense. “I was stupid and I will apologize to them.”

“Already done”, Hermione smiles and opens the door, causing Harry and Ron to stumble into the room, Ron looking at you anxiously and with uncertainty.

“Do not worry, Ron. I am fine”, you reassure him, but his gaze still wanders between Draco and you, not sure how to judge the scene.

“How about we agree that we still do not like each other, but that we at least do no more physical harm?”, Draco suggests and after everyone agreed and said goodbye, he is the only one who stays by your side.

“You look tired, babe. You should get some sleep”, you mention and take his face between your hands, softly caressing his cheeks.

“You do not seriously think that I will let you sleep alone after all of this, do you?”, he states as he is already making himself comfortable on the bed next to you, pulling you closer to him, protecting you from all the evil in the world. In fact, he does, and keeps his word. After this incident there has never been another one.

[qitwrites]

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Momo is 13 when she gets her first period.

Her parents had talked to her about it of course, told her it was completely natural and normal and healthy, and to come to them when it happens.

What nobody was prepared for was the pain.

She’s in the family garden creating some Lego blocks for herself when a bout of cramps, sharp and intense, roils through her abdomen and up her left leg. It’s so sudden she can barely call for help, and by the time the guards reach her, she’s on the ground sobbing, clutching her stomach and shakily taking in gasps of air.

They tell her it’s a combination of her diet and her genes. The high-fat diet has consequences, no matter how much she uses her quirk to balance it out and her father’s side of the family has a history of debilitating period pains. It’s just really bad luck, or so they tell her.

Of course, this doesn’t deter Momo from her plans of becoming a pro-hero. It’s all she wants. So, it’s what she chases and works for and earns.

The period pains get worse.

Class 1A doesn’t notice for the longest time. Momo is good at hiding it, at hiding how often she uses the loo for the first two days, how much pain she’s biting back in class, how badly she’s performing in training. She practices her smile in the mirror, sits through hours of class and training and socializing with a smile plastered on her face, and screams into her pillow at night. She spends those nights on her bathroom floor, alternating between throwing up and enjoying the cool feeling of the tiles underneath her.

Nobody realizes until Momo doesn’t show up for class one day.

Of course, everyone is immediately concerned- Momo isn’t one to skip. She takes the best notes, has perfect attendance, submits her assignments on time, the works. First period passes like that, and Aizawa even brings it up but nobody knows where she is. She hasn’t messaged a soul or called anyone about anything.

They’re on break after second period when Todoroki finds her on the staircase landing between the first and second floor.

Momo is on the ground, laying on her side. Her hand is in her mouth, blood dripping down her skin as she clenches it tightly between her teeth. Her other hand is wrapped around her abdomen, squeezing tightly. Tears stream down her face continuously, like an endless river. She’s muffling her screams, and it’s almost like she can’t even see Todoroki, her gaze piercing straight through him.

Todoroki is immediately alarmed, getting to his knees in front of her. He looks over her and can’t see any physical injuries, any signs of trauma.

‘Yaoyorozu,’ he says urgently, ‘what’s going on?’

Momo blinks at him, some of the tears dispelling. She finally sees him, recognizes him, and gasps. She pulls her hand away and the tears spill again.

‘I can’t-‘ she starts and sucks in a sharp breath ‘-I can’t breathe. I can’t- there’s too much pain fuck.’ Todoroki raises his brows- Momo never curses. Never. Not even when she stubbed her toe against the dining table and broke it.

‘We have to get you to recovery girl,’ Todoroki says, moving to help her up.

‘Wait,’ she groans. ‘I need- dammit, Todoroki let me borrow your left hand for a moment please.’

Todoroki complies without question, and watches as she takes it and places it on her abdomen above her uniform.

‘As hot as you can go,’ she says, ‘without burning my uniform. Please.’

Todoroki has no idea what’s going on, but he does as she asks. The effect is almost immediate- her breathing evens out, her eyes focus again, her body stops jerking in pain. It’s almost like she’s been sedated.

After nearly 2 minutes of sitting in silence, she gently takes Todoroki’s hand and places it on his own knee. She sits up gingerly and wipes away her tears, smearing some of the blood on her cheeks instead. Todoroki watches her carefully, ready to step in if she asks for help.

‘What happened?’

Momo looks at him with sad eyes. ‘It’s just my period cramps Todoroki. I’m ok, I’ll be alright.’

Todoroki quirks a brow. ‘You’re not ok Yaoyorozu, even I can tell just by looking at you.’

Momo is about to voice another protest when the door to the stairwell bursts open. Bakugou and Kirishima walk through with vending machine drinks in their hands and stop when they spot the pair on the floor.

‘Yaomomo?’ Kirishima shouts, running towards them. Bakugou trails just behind, eyebrows furrowed.

Momo plasters a smile on her face, trying to hide her bloodied hand.

‘What happened?’ Kirishima yells, crouching down with a concerned look in his eyes.

‘I-‘

‘She said it’s period cramps,’ Todoroki interrupts. In all honesty, he never grew up around his mother or his sister, so he has limited knowledge of periods in general. But with that limited knowledge also came the lack of a stigma towards periods in general. He doesn’t think anything of talking about it.

Kirishima’s concerned look melts into one of sad understanding.

‘Oh man,’ he says, ‘that sucks Yaomomo. They’re that bad, huh?’

Momo keeps her smile in place. ‘Really, I’m fine, it’s nothing I cannot handle, I’m ok-‘

A hand, absurdly gentle, pulls her bloodied one away from where she’s hiding it. Momo startles when she sees Bakugou holding her hand, giving her a tight look. He drops it gently and sighs. With a grunt, Bakugou sits down next to her, back leaning into the wall. Kirishima sits cross legged in front of her while Todoroki sits on her other side.

‘My old hag,’ Bakugou grumbles, ‘has period pains. More like period torture, I guess. She threw up every month on the first day. She’d have dark circles from the lack of sleep, and she’d slap hot water bags to her stomach 24/7. She even burned the skin there a few times. Painkillers didn’t do shit, there were no surgical options, not even birth control made much of a dent. She’d just grit her teeth and bare it every month.’

Momo listens silently, her hands slowly unclenching.

‘My moms,’ Kirishima pitches in, ‘are pretty chill with it. Well, Mama’s get really bad sometimes, but mom is usually ok. I’ve seen them bring each other ice-cream or squeeze each other’s shoulders. They sync up a lot too! Mama would always tell me to be nicer to mom, and mom would always tell me to give mama a kiss. They’re both so manly when they battle their periods every month.’ He offers Momo a gentle smile.

Todoroki hums. ‘I admit, I don’t know much beyond the biological part of it. But from what I can see, Yaoyorozu, this isn’t very normal, is it? This level of pain?’

Momo sighs, brushing away the fresh tears welling up in her eyes.

‘I, between my quirk and my genes, I have received the shorter end of the stick. Of course, I have looked into treatments. There’s nothing I can fix with surgery, and painkillers are usually ineffective. I have tried birth control measures, but they interfere with my quirk.’

Momo looks up at the ceiling. ‘I don’t think we talk about this enough, about heroes that menstruate. I can’t stop being a hero on the days I have my period, but sometimes, I’m in so much pain I can’t see straight. I-‘ she sucks in a stuttering breath ‘-I don’t know what to do sometimes. I want to stand on equal footing with my peers.’

Bakugou scoffs. ‘You shitting me? You’re top of the class, your quirk can make fucking canons, you tutored our fuckwit classmates into not failing miserably, and you did it all through this shit? What part of that is not equal with your peers?’

Kirishima nods in agreement. ‘I mean, Mina has some cramps too, so I usually bring her hot water bags when she asks. I read somewhere that spinach is great for period health, so I make us both protein shakes with spinach and banana! She says it helps.’

‘The iron in spinach must be beneficial,’ Momo muses, her face breaking into the first genuine smile of the day. ‘I usually up my iron intake as well. It does help.’

‘You’re right though,’ Todoroki adds, eyebrows furrowed, ‘we don’t talk enough about heroes that menstruate. Plus, the fact that you can’t seem to find a way to manage your pain without it affecting your life is proof that they haven’t put much thought into it, isn’t it?’

Bakugou grunts in agreement. ‘My hag volunteers at women’s shelters and tries to raise funds for pain meds and hygiene supplies and shit. It’s ridiculous. All of that shit should be free. No one asks to have a period every month.’

‘We can change that though,’ Kirishima pipes in, always the voice of positivity. ‘Look at the four of us, talking about it! Yaomomo, I’m sorry.’

Momo blinks, ‘What for Kirishima?’

‘For not noticing! You must’ve been in so much pain all this time, huh? I’m sorry for not noticing and doing more.’

Momo feels something cold press against her arm. She looks down to see Bakugou pushing his unopened drink into her elbow.

‘Take it, staying hydrated helps with the cramps.’ He stands up and brushes his pants. ‘Think you can stand?’

Momo takes a sip of the drink, relishing the cold fizzy burn as it slides down her throat. She takes a deep breath and stands, stumbling a little before catching herself. Todoroki steadies her around the elbow.

‘Can we take you to recovery girl?’

Momo smiles warmly. ‘I’ve been already. We’ve been working together on some remedies. It’ll take time, but I hope we can come up with something.’ Momo hums. ‘I should put more work into this. I can’t be the only hero that faces such bad period pains.’

‘That’s so manly Yaomomo!’ Kirishima beams. ‘I’m kinda dumb so I don’t think I can help with the research but let me know if there’s anything else I can do.’

Momo giggles into the back of her hand and they start moving towards class together. As they reach the top of the stairs another bout of cramps settles into her gut, and she clenches the railing with a white knuckled grip.

The boys stand around, guarding her, supporting her, giving her small smiles and reassuring nods. Todoroki offers her his hand again, and she quickly makes a heating pad and hands it to him, so she can continue to use it during class. Bakugou urges her to drink more water, and Kirishima keeps telling her how manly she is.

When they get to class, everyone crowds around her and she laughs softly, promising to explain everything later. The rest of the day passes by with little incident, and throughout it all, Todoroki takes the heating pad from her, heats it up and hands it back, hour after hour.

They talk about it in the dorms after class, and recounting her episode opens the floodgates for all the girls.

‘I get really bad migraines,’ Uraraka sighs, rubbing at her temples as if in anticipation. ‘It makes the nausea from my quirk even more unbearable.’

Jirou nods. ‘I get you. I have leg cramps, makes it impossible to use my legs during heartbeat surround. The speakers are too painful to use, and I’m never as stable as I’d like to be.’ She gives Kirishima a pointed look. ‘I’ll join you at the gym next time, teach me some leg moves. I want to get stronger.’ Kirishima gives her a huge thumbs up and a blinding grin.

‘My back gives out sometimes,’ Mina says. ‘I have this pain that burns in my lower back on a few occasions, it’s the worst.’

‘I don’t have a lot of physical symptoms,’ Hagakure pipes in, ‘but I do have PMS and depressive episodes. I’ve been trying to figure out a good med balance to fix it.’ All the girls nod at that, squeezing her arms and shoulders in silent support.

The teachers are brought into the loop too, and Aizawa gently berates Momo for not coming to him sooner.

‘We’re here to help,’ he says, eyes the gentlest she’s ever seen. ‘Learn to rely on your teachers more, will you? Such troublemakers , the lot of you.’

Momo makes hot packs for the girls after that, and the teachers don’t blink when one of them passes it to Todoroki in the middle of class as the boy just heats it the appropriate amount before passing it back without so much as a hiccup in his work.

Bakugou sends Momo articles and tips from his mom about pain management and dealing with cramps. He says it’s because he wants her to be in top condition when he beats her for #1, otherwise it won’t, in his eloquent words, mean jack shit. Momo tries some stuff out, happily surprised when her symptoms are even the slightest bit reduced. Kirishima offers to make them all spinach shakes, and they take him up on that every so often, complimenting his limited cooking abilities.

And on the days Momo is back on the bathroom floor heaving into the toilet, Jirou holds her hair back. Mina cuddles her on the couch when her hands are clenched as she bites back tears, and Ojiro sits by her feet, a reassuring presence to depend on if she ever needs something.

They’ve still got a long way to go as a society, but it’s a start. And a damn good one at that.

[ptergwen]

Hiii do you mind writing about the reader who's three years younger than tom and she's his co-star, they have a sibling-like bond and tom constantly likes to annoy her on set??

oh my goddddddddd oh my god oh my god i loved this 😭

“tom, get out!” you squeal as he chases you around your trailer. he barged in with a water gun and hasn’t stopped shooting you with it. “don’t you have, like, work to do?” you’re trying to block your face while you run. “i don’t, actually. it’s my break!” tom happily informs you. he corners you in and squirts more water, leaving you drenched.

it’s your last week on set of no way home, which you’ve learned is the designated prank week. you’re new to the group, and no one thought to prepare you. you’d found out when you caught jacob sticking a whoopie cushion on your chair. he’d told you let the pranking begin before scurrying off.

the whole cast and crew participates, especially tom. he’s the leader of it all. he usually likes to play his tricks on harry because he has the best reactions. plus, he lives for bugging his brothers. this time around, harry stayed back in london, so tom had to get himself a new target. that would be you.

it makes sense, considering the fact that you’re like a little sister to him. tom wasn’t sure how to feel about having a younger castmate at first. he’d worried you might not fit in or get along with everyone else. thankfully, the reverse happened. everyone fell in love with you the moment you’d all met. you were open to hearing any advice they had, eager to please on set, and joked around a bunch.

you’d quickly become part of the spidey fam.

tom pretty much took you under his wing, since you spend so much time together. you’re playing one of peter’s classmates. of course, most of your scenes are with him. that includes some stunt sequences, which he’s extra protective over you when you film. he constantly makes sure you’re okay, and reminds jon to go easy on you.

the only time tom isn’t caring and sweet is when he’s teasing the hell out of you. for example, right now.

“damn, it’s out,” tom huffs, tossing his empty water gun on your couch. he chuckles at the sour face you’re making. “i really got you, didn’t i?” your clothes are so wet, they’re dripping onto the floor. “no, i like my shirts see through,” you quip back. “and stop laughing! wardrobe isn’t gonna find this funny.”

tom waves his hand dismissively. “love, it’s water. they have to wash your costume anyway, right?” you roll your eyes in response, biting back a smile. “you’re just giving them a head start,” he concludes with a pat on your shoulder. you let yourself grin this time. “aw, you have an answer for everything. how about you explain this to them?”

“sure,” tom hums. “about when do you wanna pop over?” “now, i guess,” you sigh, starting to ring out the hem of your top. he checks his watch and hisses. “ooh, i can’t. i’m due back on set in a bit.“ your mouth drops open, and he earns a slap at his chest. “tom! you did this to me! the least you can-“ “relax! ‘s a joke.” he holds up his hands in defense.

“you’re literally the most annoying person i know,” you tell him lightheartedly. tom puts a hand on his heart in mock offense. “be a little nicer to the guy who’s gonna save your ass.” giving your damp shirt another ring, you scoff. “my ass wouldn’t need to be saved if the guy in question wasn’t so annoying.” “hey, i’m not that bad,” he mumbles back.

you look around the trailer for your regular clothes. you’ll change into those before giving back the ones tom ruined.

“yeah, i know. it’s a joke,” you repeat his words from before with a smirk. he points a finger at you. “touché.” “seriously, though. why am i the only one you’ve pranked?” you wonder, gathering your socks and sneakers. “tony seems pretty into this, or even z. do them.” tom watches you lace up your shoes and smiles to himself.

“the others can’t handle it like you do. they’d probably tattle on me to jon,” he jokes, finally getting a laugh from you. “and, because i love you.” “you have a weird way of showing it.” you finish tying your laces with a shake of your head. tom gives you a look. “love you, too,” you correct yourself. his look settles into a fond one, holding open his arms. “c’mere, then.”

“nah, i don’t wanna get you wet,” you decline, just to irritate him. it works, tom exhaling a frustrated breath. “so? it’s only fair. i’ll deserve it after the lashing wardrobe gives you.” “you said they wouldn’t care!” you gasp and storm back over to him. once a little giggle slips out of him, you stop in your tracks. “kidding... again,” tom clarifies. he keeps his arms out for you.

“jesus,” you mutter, but accept the hug nevertheless. you wind your arms around his neck, his going around your middle. you’re sure to bring tom in close so the water from your shirt gets on him. it’s not as successful as you’d hoped it would be. it’s still satisfying, though. tom gives you one final squeeze that makes you feel like you can’t breathe.

“happy prank week, y/n.”

[phoenixblack89]

Secret Crushes

My second one shot is pure filth. Gotta warn ya. Might make a sequel... Dunno... But the lovely Travis is getting one next.... Then that amazing bad boy Mac.

@lilythemadqueen @fandomsaremykryponite enjoy sweeties!

Warning: Pure smut. Feels. Arsehole sibling. Underage drinking.

Fuck knows how many words this is cos ain't got a clue.

Edit: I've fixed the fucking errors I saw and added some to it. And got the read more to work! Yus! Enjoy sweetums

PART 2 Part 3

The party was in full swing and you hated it. Why your older sister had insisted on throwing a wild party while your parents were away was beyond your understanding. Must be a cool girl thing you thought as you wandered down the stairs to grab a bottle of water from the fridge. The house was packed to bursting with her friends and their friends. Hell, you're sure some of the teenagers weren't even from your town, not recognising the vast majority. Word of mouth had turned it from a small party for her classmates into a full on rave.

Sighing you pushed your way through to the kitchen your mother would no doubt be dismayed at seeing at the moment. Your mother was somewhat house proud and the kitchen was her pride and joy. Never ever letting dishes pile up in the sink, the shiny chrome polished within an inch of its life. You secretly couldn't wait for the fallout in the morning when they got back and saw the spilled alcohol, cigarette butt's and various other less savoury things spread from the party. Your sister was in soooo much trouble.

"Watch it fat bitch!"

You grit your teeth at the oh so creative insult as you shoved the jerk away from you. He glared down at you from his 6 foot height.

"What's an ugly fuck like ye even doing here?"

"I live here arsehole." You spat back, shouldering your way past and out the back door. Taking a deep breath you wandered the gravel path down to your secret escape at the bottom of the garden, hoping no one had tried to get in. Smiling as the old barn came into sight you felt the tension ease. As you neared you slowed, hearing two distinct and familiar voices. Your mouth suddenly felt drier as your heart pounded.

"Oh Connor!" Your sister moaned and you froze. 

She wouldn't... Would she? 

She knew you had a somewhat strong crush on the elder MacManus brother. His blue eyes and kind smile making butterflies in your stomach every time you saw him. Tears sprang to your eyes at her betrayal and you hurried your steps past the barn, hearing her shriek in shock. Connor and her eyes following you as you stormed past.

"Sis!"

"Fuck off Sara! Get back to the party!" You called after her, as you broke the treeline at the edge of the property. Tears fell slowly and silently as you pulled out a crumpled and almost empty packet of cigarettes. You slipped suddenly and fell head first down the bank to the stream running at the bottom of the hill. A shriek escaped as you braced for the very cold and surely sudden dip. You stopped quickly and waited for the impact against the icy water but it didn't come. Opening one eye you realised you were being held up by a pair of strong arms. A deep breath of relief came from you as the arms set you down on the ground gently.

"Ye alright?"

Your head turned and you gave a weak smile. Murphy's eyes were lined in pink hues, almost as if he, himself, had been crying like you.

"Could ask you the same."

"Aye... Just... Connor ye know."

"Yea... Sara."

He bit his lip and offered you a cigarette. You took it and shuffled to sit beside him. You both smoked and cried silently together. Both content to not mention the fact you were crying to the other, taking the comfort from each others pain and not judging.

"Older siblings, am I right?" You tried to joke, wiping at your eyes. "They sure know how to hit a sore spot."

"Connor's younger than me." Murphy laughed, wiping at his own cheeks. You smiled weakly and shrugged.

"Here's me thinking ya were twins."

"Aye... But I'm older. Fuckin' bastard knew I liked her as well." He sighed and ran his hand through his shaggy dark hair. You nodded and flicked your cigarette into the water, watching silently as it floated away.

"Yea... My sister she... Erm... She knew I liked Connor. Well... Was..... Damn... That I had a bit of a crush on him... Sorry."

"Yea? Bitch. Ain't a good sister doing that when she knew ye liked him" Murphy said, wrapping his arm around your bare shoulders at the shiver that ran you with the cold. He smiled as you wrapped yours around his lower back. "What a pair we make, eh? Our siblings are over there fuckin' like rabbits and here we are wishing it was us instead"

"Nah. We know better... Sara is just a bitch and Connor... He'll soon learn she's one too."

"Yea? What about you? Don't think I caught ya name lass?"

"Y/N. Everyone called me other things though." You gulped, biting your lip and giving a shaky sigh.

"Oh aye? What's that then?" He smirked at you, thinking it was some cute nickname.

"Mostly fatty, bitch, ugly... I'm not pretty or slim like Sara and I get why Connor would see her before me. She's everything I'm not."

"I... I don't... You are pretty. And so what if ye not some skinny bitch... I like ye and any one who can't see how amazing ye fuckin' are don't deserve ye time." He smiled sweetly down at you, his fingers grazing under your chin to make you look at him as you ducked your head.

"Thanks. But that's not true."

"Course it is! I say it is! And I always, always tell t' truth." He smirked, puffing out his chest. You giggled and shook your head. You leaned your head against his shoulder and sighed.

"I just wish someone would see me for me... And not what they always see. Fat ugly little bitch... Wish he'd of seen me..."

"He ain't worth ye time."

"She's not worth yours..."

"Aye. I see that now." He shuffled down to lay on his back, pulling you with him and smiled.

You lay in quiet contemplation for a while, the distant sounds of creaking wood and stifled moans making both your hearts ache.

"We should go get a drink! Drown our sorrows." You suggest, despite being not keen on alcohol. Murphy laughs and sits up, reaching into the pocket of his coat and pulling out one of your dad's whiskey bottles.

"Damn. Read my mind lass." He smiled and opened the bottle, gulping it down without a grimace before handing it to you. You choked down a mouthful and smacked his chest lightly as he snorted at you.

"I'm not a big drinker like you MacManus!"

He smirked and leaned over you so your faces were mere inches apart, a smirk curving the right side of his lips upwards.

"Aye... What else ain't ye big on then?"

"What?! What the fuck does that mean?" You feel your cheeks burning in embarrassing red.

"Well... I'm here and ye here.... Thought we could forget our sorrows another way... If ye up fer it?"

"You mean... In.... What way? I mean... I... Fuck" 

You sound like a fucking fool, stumbling over your words as his hand draws patterns along your waist slowly. Biting his lip he closes the distance between you and his lips meet yours. It's different to how you imagined your first kiss to be. You always imagined it to be a burning passionate, uncontrolled thing but this was soft, unurgent and gentle, sending a thrill of something to your core.

"How old are ye anyway, lass?" He asked, pulling away suddenly. You bit your lip and avoided his eyes until his finger brought your face to his once more. "I don't wanna get in trouble..."

"I just turned 18... You?"

"19... You... Have ye ever done this before?" His blue eyes searched yours for a moment before he sighed.

"No... But... I... I... Want to... If... If you want to leave you can. I won't stop you. I get most guys don't want someone so inexperienced."

Murphy glanced around for a moment, seeming to decide on the right course of action before slugged his long leather jacket off and laying on the ground beside you. He nudged his head to the side, your eyebrows creasing in confusion. He gave a smile and a chuckle before lifting your hips and sliding you on top of his jacket. His lips find yours again as soon as you shift yourself over on to his jacket fully and you wrap your arms around his neck. Gasping slightly as his hand drifts under your shirt and traces along your ribs. Pulling back slightly you take in his eyes, now darken with needful desire. He kisses your cheek softly and runs his palm upwards slowly and bits his lip, his white teeth shining brightly against their rose hue.

He licks his bottom lip as he tugs your shirt upwards and lowers his head to kiss along your stomach, you squirm in embarrassment. You hate the extra fat that gathered along your stomach and hips. His head raised to your face and he sighed.

"Ye beautiful lass. Every single inch..."

"Don't... I know its not true." You reply, tears coming to your eyes again in frustration. Anger at yourself for the lack of control you have over your own eating habits. You comfort ate, it was a habit nothing seemed to break you of. Murphy kissed you gently again and gazed down into Y/E/C eyes softly. His thumb running along your cheek softly.

"Told ye. Always tell t' truth. Believe me... Ye beautiful... Absolutely... Beautiful." He whispered between giving you soft kisses along you jawline and down your neck. You moaned as he kissed a sensitive spot. He smirked against your skin and focused on that one spot, sucking, licking and grazing it with his teeth. His hand reached under your shirt and stroked gently over the chubby plains of your torso to your chest.

A sharp gasp released from your mouth as his fingers ran along the edge of the unattractive sports bra you wore. Smirking against your collarbone he slipped his fingers inside and tweaked your nipple. A flood of arousal dropped into your panties and you moaned, arching upwards into his touch.

"Ye like that lass? Feel good, aye?"

You nodded and pulled his lips to yours. He groaned, your hips bucking upwards into his at the sensations he was causing to rush through you.

He pulled away and leaned back onto his knees, his hand running down your body to your covered core. He licked his lips and glanced at you as he ran a finger along your jeans button. Nodding at him, he smiled and flicked it open before dragging the zipper down slowly. His hands slipped inside and tugged them down over your hips as you bit your lip in nervousness.

You sat up slightly and reached for his belt, eyes boring into his blue ones as you pulled his belt from his jeans, tossing it to the side carelessly and reaching for the waistband. Shuffling slightly he helped you ease them down over his hips before laying you both down again. Only your underwear separating the heat of your bodies as he kissed you passionately, his hips rocking slowly into yours. Your hands found their way into his hair and tugged slightly as you both began panting at the friction of your hips. Your underwear was damp with your slick.

"Are ye sure ye want this lass?" Murphy panted into your mouth as his hand reached between you to cup your wet core, rubbing it hard causing you to gasp and squirm under him to get more pressure, more friction, more... Something, you didn't know.

"Please... Murphy..."

"I got ye lass." He whispered as his finger reaching under the elastic of your plain cotton underwear and ran through the folds of your dripping core. His fingers slid into you as his thumb found the bundle of nerves at the centre of your thighs. Rubbing his thumb in smooth, lazy circles he kissed against the spot he'd sucked a dark mark onto on your neck. His pants and moans echoing loudly in your ear as his fingers thrust in and out of you in time of his circling thumb. Your heart sped up and pounded against your ribs as a totally new sensation began building in your gut. "Cum fer me beautiful."

It felt like something inside had snapped and your body tensed all over, your legs shaking around Murphy's strong arm, your breath caught in your throat and as sudden as it began, it ended and you felt yourself more relaxed than you could ever remember being before. 

"Good girl."

"Fuck... Murphy..."

He raised his head and smiled cockily down at you. He bought his hand out of your underwear and raised it to his mouth. You could see the glint of your moisture coating his long, graceful fingers in the weak starlight as he began to lick and suck his fingers clean. Your jaw​ fell open at that sight. You had heard of people doing it but to see someone do that, and with your juices no less, caused a rush of shame and desire to course through you.

His face lowered to yours once more and he smirked against your ear.

"Maybe next time... I'll lick this delicious pussy out..."

"Murphy..." You gasped, feeling slick pooling once more.

"Aye lass?"

"Please..."

He kissed you once more, hands finding the waistband of your underwear and gently lowering them down and gazing down at your core. Your legs closed in shame as your cheeks heated. He chuckled and pushed them apart again and studied you intensely.

"Fuckin' perfection."

He reached into the pocket of his jeans and pulled out his wallet, fishing out a condom and ripping it open with his teeth. His eyes found yours as he shuffled out of his boxers and grasped his hard thick cock in one hand, pumping it up and down for several moments, his eyes never leaving the sight of your bared core. He rolled the condom down his cock and leaned over you once more.

"Are ye absolutely sure beautiful?"

"I'm sure Murphy." Your voice replied, an edge of nervousness obvious in the way your voice sounded so quiet and wavered slightly. He smiled and kissed you, his tongue slipping into your mouth as you felt his cock brush against your mound as he positioned himself between your thighs.

His tip ran along your slit as he guided it and you gasped at the foreign feeling. His eyes held yours as he slowly pushed into you. A sharp cry of pain came from you and your body tensed under him. He reached for your hand, which was clawing at the fabric of his coat and grasped it in his own. Holding himself still and steady until you adjusted. You nodded slightly as his lips ran along your cheek, kissing away the tears that had slipped from your eyes. His cock inched slowly deeper into your unexplored pussy and he paused again to look you in the eye, making sure you were okay with each slow thrust.

"Ye alright?"

"Hmmhummm." You replied, gritting your teeth as you felt the burning grow sharper as he inched forward more. He gave a groan and shook with restraint. His heart was pounding in his ears at the feeling of your tight cunt squeezing his cock. He had never been with a virgin and but knew from Connor's numerous boasts that they felt tighter than anything else. He was by no means a virgin himself and was determined to make this a pleasurable experience for you. 

Even if it killed him.

He gave a loud moan as he finally bottomed out inside you and kissed you passionately allowing you a moment or two of adjustment. You ran your fingers through his hair over and over as your tongues battled. You felt his cock twitch deep inside you and gasped into his mouth as his thumb once more began circling your clit.

"Murphy please..." You moaned, twitching your hips to encourage him to begin moving. His thrusts were slow and steady against you, taking his time to build until you both were absolutely sure you felt no pain anymore. His hand held one of your thighs around his hip and the other circling your clit, pleasure building slowly for the both of you. Sweet kisses left against each others necks as he began thrusting a little faster with each thrust.

Your back ached up to his chest as he hit a spot inside you that made you feel a sharp jolt of pure bliss.

"Ohhh... Fuckkkk.... Murphy..." You gasped into his mouth as he began aiming for that spot over and over, increasing his circling thumb's speed and pressure. Your toes curled in your boots as you suddenly were blinded by white light and your orgasm ripped through you. A loud shriek of unadulterated pleasure ripped from your throat. Murphy smirked and thrust harder, chasing his own release now he'd made you have a chance to cum over his cock. The walls of your pussy fluttering around his cock and your clit twitching under his thumb. His hair hung around his face in sweat soaked strands and you brushed them away to kiss him, still shaking in post orgasmic bliss. His body tensed against yours and he came, a guttural moan echoing loudly around you. His breaths coming sharp against your neck as he slumped over you and gave a little huff of pleasure.

"Fuck lass. I've never had one like that before."

"Huh... Guess that means it was okay?" You panted, suddenly nervous again. Would he feel satisfied? Did he really enjoy it? Was it good? Were you good?

He pushed himself onto his elbows and kissed you deeply, fucking your mouth with his tongue.

"Beautiful, I ain't ever lettin' ye go! Not after that."

You smiled as you kissed again with a laugh.

"MURPH! WHERE ARE YE?!"

You both froze and looked at each other. Murphy quickly pulled his cock from you, grimacing at the slight splattering of blood on the condom as he pulled it off and pulled his boxers and jeans on as you, too quickly dressed once more. Footsteps and the sounds of snapping twigs coming closer.

"Murph?!"

"Aye! I'm 'ere!" He yelled back as you stood and dusted down his jacket, handing it to him so he could swing it back onto his body. He grabbed your face and planted a sweet kiss on your lips quickly and smoothed down your hair as he gave your cheek a sweet kiss.

"There ye are! Oh..."

Connor paused and glanced between you two with an eyebrow raised.

"What’s going on here then, Murph?" He smirked. Murphy pushed his brother back in the direction of the house.

"I was helping her. She seemed upset. Dunno why though." He glanced over his shoulder at you and winked cheekily. "Kid needed a shoulder t' cry on. That's all."

"That right... Well come on. We best get home before Ma sends t' alarm out. Ye know how Uncle Silas is."

"Aye."

The brothers walked away and you followed slowly, Murphy glancing back over his shoulder at you with a happy but shy smile ghosting his face every now and then. Connor waved goodbye at the door to Sara and blew her a kiss in return to the one she'd blown and you rolled your eyes at the pair. Sara tried to grab your arm as you passed and you shrugged her off, rushing upstairs to your room and locking the door. You went to the window and watched as the twins walked down the drive.

Murphy paused before he left the gate, looked up and smiled widely at you and raised his hand. The streetlight lit his face up and you smiled, giving a small laugh as Connor shoved him ahead with a laugh and a glance upwards. You ducked away from the window quickly and lay on your bed, a ridiculously wide smile bracing your own face as you bit your lip and gave a small laugh.

Maybe tomorrow at school wouldn't be so bad. Not now you had a secret thing going on the darker haired MacManus.

[sanababes]

The more, the merrier

Pairings: fem!reader x poly!SaYeon (Minatozaki Sana/Cho Miyeon)

Warnings: smut (hair pulling, daddy kink, thigh riding, bondage, a bit of overstimulation???) 

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The sun sets over the horizon of Seoul's sky as you stare mindlessly outside the wide windows of your classroom. The faint sound of your teacher discussing something about the origin of a certain Korean literature is barely audible. You sighed gently before shifting your gaze back to your desk, it was all good and your day went well until Miyeon decided to extend her class for an extra hour.

You looked towards the older woman in front as she passionately covered the topic with its major details. The bright gleam coming from the recessed light on the ceiling hits her smooth and porcelain skin. Miyeon's eyes are sharp but vibrant which you liked a lot as she continued with the lesson, but seeing her laid beneath you while her body trembled in pleasure was more of your taste.

"Miss L/n, are you still with us?"

You flinched at the sudden call of your name. Your classmates started to holler around in a teasing manner, much to your dismay.

"Yes, ma'am…" you muttered, embarrassed that Miyeon caught you gaping at her shamelessly.

The latter gives you an innocent smile before getting the attention of the other students back to her discussion once again. 

'Tsk, the nerve of this woman.'

---

Miyeon's class has finally ended and you immediately took a breather while dashing out of the lecture room. You were too preoccupied with your thoughts that you didn't notice your phone vibrate, indicating someone is calling you. You finally grabbed it after a whole minute and answered the call which seemed to be a little urgent.

"Hey, Y/n/n. Are you done with your classes?" 

A distinct voice speaks up from the other line. You unconsciously let out a silent laugh before replying to the latter, "Sana unnie? You called, and yeah, I just finished them. What's up?"

"Hmm, nothing much. I'm done with my schedule for the week so…" you hummed, waiting for her to continue.

"Would you like to come over?" 

Your eyebrow raised in interest, but you already predicted what the woman was up to. Nevertheless, you still agreed.

"Uh yeah, sure. I'll be there in a few." Sana lets out a few giggles before hanging up with her usual farewell.

You chuckled at her cute demeanor, at the same time, Miyeon had a glimpse of you walking towards the school's exit. She had a mischievous smile written on her lips as her legs strutted swiftly to catch up on you. The students around began to murmur endlessly while a certain brunette triumphantly clings to your arm. Your eyebrows furrowed and almost pushed whoever the person is when a playful whisper sends goosebumps down your spine.

"Hi baby," you promptly tensed up but the way Miyeon's hand rubs gentle circles on your back helped to calm you down. 

"Can't you keep your hands to yourself? They'll probably start some nonsense rumors again." you groaned out. She had the nerve to laugh in the spur of the moment before purposely making her voice a lot louder, "Aigoo~ My dear, sister. You shouldn't act like that when unnie is babying you."

You swear to your life that the cringe you've felt after she said that was uncomparable. All you wanted to do was to dig a hole in the ground and yeet yourself in it. Your face contorted in a grimace of pain. A kind of pain that you'll never have the ability to look into any of these students nearby straight into their eyes.

"Fuck…" you dropped your head down, not wanting to see any of their reactions.

Meanwhile, Miyeon is having a fun time from teasing you. She loved how you would react and began to feel the need of doing it quite often. But, there was a specific reason. Miyeon loved getting you riled up. The way you get rougher and the inflamed gaze on your eyes just hits the right spot in her. 

"Let go," you said through gritted teeth. The latter had yet to realize that you've already walked a block away from the school premises.

"What? But why? My car is just parked a few streets away." she mutters. You rolled your eyes and tried to loosen her grip on you, "I told you, let go."

"I won't, but maybe, until you give me a kiss." 

You let out a harsh scoff before looking at her, her eyes reflecting an enchanting aura you knew very well, "You've got to be kidding me… I think that sister and shit roleplay had gotten inside your head now." 

She chuckled slyly before brushing a strand of your hair behind your ear, "Then why are you getting bothered so much? I thought it was just some 'nonsense' as what you call it. And it was a made-up rumor so they wouldn't be skeptical of our relationship, I'm sure you're aware of that since none of them are true. Am I right?"

You tried to keep your expression neutral as possible, knowing that Miyeon could make something a big deal so quickly. But she was indeed correct, all of the people in school believed your wonderful-sister relationship. You can't even recall how and when it happened, nevertheless, you were the type who wouldn't care too much so you just shrugged it off and played along.

When it comes to your bond with the brunette, you don't even know what kind of relationship it is. The two of you just started fucking each other at some point within the past few years and kind of became an affinity you couldn't let go easily.

"Fine," you looked around your surroundings, feeling a bit wary that someone might see the two of you. It would surely cause a lot of trouble if they saw you. And you weren't worried for yourself, you're mostly concerned at what it might result in Miyeon's future in teaching and you never once thought of disrupting her long time dream carelessly.

You guided her into a hidden alley nearby and she already brought your lips together before you did. You unconsciously pinned her against the wall, one of your hands cradled the back of Miyeon's head so she wouldn't feel too uncomfortable. Her tongue runs swiftly against your lip as she takes it between her teeth simultaneously. You groaned eagerly before hiking the pencil skirt she was wearing higher, caressing the soft flesh near Miyeon's throbbing heat. A hushed whimper came out from her as you took it as an initiative to pull away, but not completely, just letting your lips hover against hers.

"Getting a little greedy, aren't you, Y/n/n." she cooed.

You just smirked and fixed her skirt back to its knee-length position, "I'll accompany you to your car and then I'll get going." 

"Do you want me to drive you home?" Miyeon asked while running her hands through her hair.

"No need," the two of you proceeded to walk to the next street until you spotted Miyeon's car parked in front of a bakery. 

Your phone dinged and you immediately fished it out of your pocket, Sana's name was flashed on the screen and her text read, "What's taking you so long?"

"Who's tha-" 

Miyeon scoffs as soon as she had a glimpse of the name shown on your phone. "Excuse me?! So now you prefer going over to that girl's house instead of mine, huh?" 

You chuckled at her statement before dismissing it quickly, "I'm just going to hang out with her for an hour or two."

The latter glares at you, suspicious and having an idea of your possible motives.

"Bring me with you."

"What? But I-"

"No buts, bring me with you or I'll drive you back home."

You huffed frustratingly before giving in to Miyeon's request, "Fine, don't cause any ruckus when we get there."

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The tension in the air was getting too much suffocating for you, Miyeon and Sana were literally cursing each other through their own eyes as they seated with distance on the bed of Sana's tiny apartment. You couldn't help but laugh silently at their looks, and if looks do kill, they're both probably dead right now.

You stood up from your seat on the couch nearby the girls' place and grabbed a glass of water. Your throat just dried up from the silence resonating throughout the small unit, also, your boredom was getting the best of you. Glancing at your phone, 30 minutes have passed by just like that and Miyeon and Sana are still in a silent battle with each other. Deciding that their childishness is simply just some funny business, you jogged towards the bed then jumped on top of the soft mattress. Sana just uttered a confused 'Eh?' while Miyeon just stared at you, puzzled at your sudden change of demeanor.

"Are you guys done at mentally killing each other?" 

You alternate your gaze between the two of them as they sheepishly avoid any eye contact. 

That was until Sana spoke up, clearly sulking as she went through her words, "Why did you bring this bitch here? I said we would spend time together, alone." she mumbled while emphasizing the last word. Miyeon visibly frowned at what the latter said.

"Well, the more, the merrier," you smiled teasingly before closing your eyes and leaning against the headboard.

Not even a few seconds have passed, you felt a weight settled on your lap, meaning one of them is now on top of you. 

"Y/n… You're not letting her join us, aren't you?"

You opened your eyes, but there's no more signs of mischief on them. Sana gulped audibly which made a smirk plaster on your lips.

"Why are you such a brat today, hmm?" your hand slowly nudged the strands of hair which covered her gorgeous face from your view. Without any warning, you joined her locks together and pulled them from behind. It drew a filthy moan from Sana as her lips part in slight agony.

"I-I'm sorry," her breath hitched, feeling your hand toying with the waistband of her laced thong.

"I'm sorry, what?" you raised an eyebrow as you pulled on her hair roughly than before.

"Daddy… I'm sorry, daddy." 

You moved your hand down to swipe the tip of your finger against her damped core. Miyeon just sat on the edge of the bed like a tamed puppy wanting the attention of its owner, her jaw was clenched as she watched you and Sana with jealousy. You continued to tease the woman in your lap while a series of gentle cries came out from her mouth.

Deciding that Sana still haven't had enough, you ushered Miyeon to sit beside you which she immediately obliged. You released your other hand from Sana's hair before using it to hold Miyeon's chin as you leaned closer to her, "Can you do something for me, babygirl?"

The latter nods, melting further into your warm touch.

"Bring out your rope and vibrator for me."

Beads of sweat started to form around Sana's forehead as you continued to assault her swollen clit. Her thong was no longer on her, the piece of clothing had been resting on the floor for a while now. The latter is only wearing her baggy white tee that made her perky nipples noticeable under the thin piece of clothing. 

Miyeon obediently followed your orders as she brought two of the toys you requested in no time. You motioned for her to stay put, grabbing the rope from her hands first.

"Let me know if it's too tight," you said while grabbing Sana's waist from behind.

You hooked your chin on her shoulder as you pressed your lips against the back of her neck. You gently tied the rope around her chest before speaking up, "Hands on your back." Sana immediately followed your command, her wrists also being binded by the rope. You let her wear her shirt on since the thick thread could leave marks on her precious skin.

After a few checks and securing the final knot, you pushed her harshly onto the bed while reaching for the vibrator. The Japanese had her face tucked in her pillow as you pulled her hips and turned her body around. 

"You're always the prettiest when you're tied up like this, Sana-yah." you smiled, the woman underneath you squirms needily as you propped your arms between her.

Well, she was indeed gorgeous in her vulnerable state right now. Her eyes soften as you capture her lips slowly, unaware of the toy that's nearing her dripping core. 

Once you slipped the vibrator between her wet folds, Sana's back arches in shock as the pleasure suddenly overwhelmed her body. Strangled whines and moans began to erupt from her while you kept on kissing her roughly. Miyeon couldn't help but to get entranced at how you handled the latter. She never experienced being fucked hard by you as she usually only lasted for a round or two. But seeing how good Sana must be feeling, she suddenly had the nerve to stop being so obedient, even just for a while. 

You pulled away from Sana when a tug on your blouse disturbed you from continuing to keep your lips locked from the woman beneath you. You gave Sana a last glance before leaving the toy clenched inside her dripping cunt, "Enjoy your little punishment, my pretty slut." you breathed huskily. "And if you cum without my permission, you'll need to last longer through the night, darling." 

The latter tried to tug on the rope as she started to mutter a few complaints, her hips grinding against the toy inserted in her at the same time. You let her blabber apologies while proceeding to tend on Miyeon who's sitting on her knees with her eyes locked onto her lap.

You sighed empathetically before reaching your hand out for her to take. She looks at you reluctantly before succumbing to your embrace. You leaned in to kiss the girl as her arms naturally wrapped around your neck. Your hands traveled down to her skirt as you unzipped the hindering material, tugging on it repeatedly until Miyeon got your intention. 

After stripping all of her clothes, you pulled the latter to let her settle between your legs, the two of you facing Sana who's been uttering whines for a while now. Miyeon looks at you, conflicted at exposing herself in front of the Japanese who's trying to keep her eyes on you, silently begging for permission so she can finally have her awaited release. 

"Be thankful that I'm still giving my attention to you, baby. Why don't you be a good girl and ride daddy's thigh, hmm?" you gave her a warning gaze, she didn't have any choice but to obey your command.

Miyeon proceeded to straddle your left thigh as she starts to grind herself against the rough texture of your black jeans. Her ragged pants made you grin from ear to ear, your hands snaked up to her mounds as you grazed your thumb to her hardening buds. The latter whines at the contact while you latched your mouth into the sensitive part of her back.

"That's it, Miyeon-ah. You're doing so well right now, babygirl." she felt you smirking against her skin.

You couldn't have any less effect on her as the wetness spreading on your thigh proves you right. You let Miyeon do her best to reach her high, your gaze then lands onto the other woman who's starting moan louder than before. Sana's eyes started to flutter close while she tried her best to hold her orgasm. You also noticed her body shaking uncontrollably, meaning she's trying her best to keep up with your demand.

"Y-Y/n, I can't…" she rasped out shakily. "Huh? You can't what, Sana-yah?"

You glanced at the arousal leaking from her cunt, she couldn't reply well but a frantic nod answers your question. Meanwhile, Miyeon is starting to reach her limit too. Her grinds are getting sloppy and her hips stutters nearly every thrust.

"Nghh, daddy, I'm gonna- fuck!" you hummed soothingly as Miyeon leans her head back in ecstasy. She releases a prolonged moan while avoiding eye contact with the suffering Japanese in front of her. 

"You can cum too, Sana." you looked at her half-lidded eyes while rubbing Miyeon's tummy in a comforting manner.

The older lets out a loud mewl as her body washes through intense shockwaves. You let Miyeon lay down onto the mattress before assisting Sana by removing the vibrator from her worn out core and aligning it to her mouth instead. She looks at you with teary eyes before languidly licking her own juices.

You threw the toy away and gave Sana a gentle peck on the forehead. Your hands then went on to untie the knot on her wrists as you helped her to get the rope off her body, kissing the leftover marks on her chest, arms, and wrists.

You laid them beside each other, the two are still clearly averting their gazes from each other. Hopping off the bed, you grabbed some warm water and towels to clean their mess. They even tried to help you out as you gently wiped their bodies but you sternly told them to just rest.

After placing the used towels away, you joined the girls in the bed before giving each of them a kiss.

"You did well, unnies."

(a/n: ya'll how was it??? PFFFPFFFPFF i would appreciate some feedback 😊)

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He's Cool!

Movie/Game/Show: My Hero Academia (Heroes: Rising) Dynamic: Izuku Midoriya/Reader (Katsuma and Mahoro/Reader - Platonic) Warnings: alluded to manga spoilers (like big ones) Summary: Izuku walks the eldest Shimano home and is given a teeny reward. ~~~

“Hey, hey! What do you guys think you’re doing?” (Y/n) called out to her little siblings, who had run out far ahead of her on the sidewalk, “Get over here, you two.”

Katsuma was immediate to rush back to his eldest sister’s side, Mahoro stomping and trudging her way to (Y/n) as the teenager was carrying groceries. Reaching up, Katsuma tightly clutched to the girl’s skirt, nervously bringing his other hand into his chest while Mahoro crossed her arms.

“Geez, I know that not a lot happens here but I still worry, you know?”

“Sorry, (Y/n),” Katsuma timidly mumbled.

Pursing her lips, Mahoro grumbled slightly before relenting, “Sorry…”

Setting down her groceries, (Y/n) knelt down in front of her little siblings with a small smile, ruffling both of their heads of hair, “It’s fine, just don’t go running off like that again, okay? I’m in charge of you, and I love you, if something happened - I wouldn’t know what to do.”

“Call that stupid ‘hero’ you’re staring at all the time,” Mahoro rolled her eyes, fixing her pigtails.

“Huh?” an uneven grin slipped over the girl’s lips, “Deku? I’m not staring at him all the time. He just passes by and I glance at his cool costume - I wanted to be a hero, too! I can appreciate someone following their dreams!”

Katsuma wrings his hands together as his sister stands and picks up the groceries once again, following after her as she walks, “You do glance an awful lot…”

“Deku’s just really cool.”

Mahoro blew a piece of hair from her face, “Not really.”

“Whatever,” (Y/n) lets that conversation die before picking up a new one, “I’ll be at work tonight, so Ms. Yakunitatanai is going to be watching over you when I leave, okay?”

“I can look after Katsuma by myself, you know? We don’t need a stranger in our house…”

“Ms. Yakunitatanai isn’t a stranger, she’s been babysitting for us since I was younger than you. Dad trusts her and I do, too. Besides, Deku patrols here often enough, I could get him to check in on you, too,” (Y/n) rose a brow at her baby brother, “You’d like that, yeah?”

She knew Katsuma looked up to heroes, and specifically, Deku seemed to be an inspiration to him - it was evident in the way his face lit up at the mention of the boy. It was adorable, to see the way he carried such an admiration through his life even though their sister ridiculed it.

Though, she understood her little sister’s disdain of heroes as well. The entirety of hero culture was sickening to (Y/n) even aside from the popularity contests. But she wasn’t about to crush a 6-year-old’s dream on her own hatred.

As the trio of Shimano siblings came upon their home, Mahoro pushed the front door open and held it for her older sister and little brother. Watching as (Y/n) set the bags on the counter and beginning to put away their frozen goods first.

Katsuma rushed over to his eldest sister’s side, reaching up and pulling at one of the bags until (Y/n) grabbed it and pushed it further onto the counter, “Careful, Katsu, there’s heavy fruits in here, I don’t want you getting hurt, okay?”

“Sorry…”

“No, no, you’re not in trouble,” the girl leaned down to kiss her baby brother’s forehead, “Here,” she handed him a smaller bag, “Put those away for me, ‘kay?”

“Hm, okay,” he peeked down into the bag to see toothbrushes and deodorant.

Mahoro came over, smugly reaching up and taking the bag with much less struggle than Katsuma could, and began putting away the melons. She looked over to see if her sister was watching - see, she was mature, she could watch them both. No need for Ms. Yakunitatanai to come over at all or that so-called hero Deku.

She could handle herself.

“I don’t doubt that,” (Y/n) hung up her cashier’s apron as her boss spoke, “but really, if you want me to walk you home, I will.”

“Thank you, Ma’am, I appreciate it, I do, but I’ll be fine.”

“If you’re certain. Be sure to call me if anything happens, got it?”

“Got it,” (Y/n) called over her shoulder as she clocked out for the night.

Leaving her boss at the store to lock up, (Y/n) looped her purse strap around her arm as she went walking down the sidewalk to her home. Well, her father paid for it while he was working, but she ran it.

While father was away, (Y/n) was in charge. She was able to balance work and looking after her siblings - and she wouldn’t trade them for the world. And when the school break ended, she could balance schoolwork on top of it all. She was the closest thing to a present adult that either Katsuma or Mahoro consistently had in their lives. She had to keep up appearances.

Maybe if (Y/n) lived in the city, or really anywhere with any sort of crime statistics, she would’ve been more alert at the sound of footsteps clambering behind her.

It was probably just some kid late home from a friend’s house. Easy enough solution to the question of their source, right?

That was until she felt hands pull at her purse, not nearly strong enough to even actually take it from her grip.

Yanking her purse, (Y/n) wrangled it to where she could finally see who had the gull to give a noncommittal purse snatching. Of course, she noted as her eyes found the perp, some elementary kid who needed a few extra bucks.

The kid’s eyes widened at having been caught, they widened even more so when he felt a hand grab at the back of his shirt. Turning up, the kid panicked at the sight of one of their new local heroes, Deku, holding him.

Setting down the child, Izuku gave him a lopsided smile, “You can’t just go around taking things that aren’t yours, if you need help you can always just ask for it. If you need money, just come to me - it’s a hero's job to help citizens!”

Scoffing, the kid only kicked Izuku in the shin before dashing off, “Dick!”

“Ah, Deku, are you okay?” (Y/n) came to the boy’s side, hands falling on his shoulders as he leaned over and clutched to his shin, “I wish I had some ice or something…”

“No, it’s fine,” Izuku awkwardly chuckled, desperately trying not to show how mortified he was to have been kicked in front of the girl, “Are you okay?”

“Of course, it was just a little inconvenient, that’s all…” she stood up as Izuku did, giving him a small smile, “I know that’s probably the most action you’ll see here, but thanks for everything you do around here. We all really appreciate your work.��

“Oh, thank you,” rubbing the back of his neck, Izuku was thoroughly grateful for the darkness hiding his reddened cheeks, “My classmates and I really enjoy being here, it’s just peaceful enough for us students to handle.”

“Right, your classmates,” (Y/n)’s brows shot up in remembrance of 1-A, “I forgot they existed…”

There was silence until Izuku awkwardly cleared his throat, nerves burning at his gut, “Can I… can I walk you home? It’s fine if not, I totally get it, why would you want a virtual stranger to walk you home I mean- “

“Deku, it’s fine,” resting a hand over his bicep, (Y/n) restrained herself from showing how awestruck she was at his muscle, “If you want, I wouldn't be against you walking me home.”

“Great!” he cheered before shaking his head, “I mean, cool… that’s cool. I’m glad.”

The pair walked down the sidewalk side-by-side. Izuku’s heart thrumming roughly into his ribs at the presence of the eldest Shimano. It was a bad idea, in hindsight, to develop such a crush on a girl on Nabu Island when he knew he’d have to leave by the end of school’s break.

But then again, he didn’t really find himself caring all too much when (Y/n) opened her mouth to ask, “So, how’s the mini-agency coming along? The only thing I’ve seen about agencies are Hawks’ PR nightmares.”

“Ah, yeah, he has a lot of those…” Izuku chuckled before sighing quietly, “It’s not too bad, which makes sense. I’m pretty sure U.A wouldn’t put kids in danger intentionally.”

“I don’t know, hero schools like that kinda rub me the wrong way…”

“I can see why, U.A does have a lot of mishaps, huh?”

“I’ve read about some of those ‘mishaps’,” (Y/n)’s eyes drifted to her shoes as they walked, “I’m sorry about all of that, I wouldn’t know how to deal with a villains attack, let alone three all before I graduated high school.”

“We manage,” Izuku shyly mumbled. He understood criticisms of the school, sometimes he even questioned the integrity of the board himself. Shaking his head, the boy changed the subject, “How’re Katsuma and Mahoro doing?”

“Aw, they’re great. Mahoro still doesn’t like you guys,” she giggled at how Izuku deflated slightly at the statement, “But Katsuma adores you all. He’s always wanted to be a hero so your class is a real inspiration to him, especially you.”

“R-really?” he stammered, lips pulling up at her words, “That’s great! I didn’t think anyone would find me to be an inspiration to them.”

“Who wouldn’t? I don’t even wanna be a hero and you inspire me to just… I don’t know - do good around the town,” (Y/n)’s hands tightened around her purse, “Your kind heart, cute smile, and golden brain - you're just so cool.”

As the pair came up to the girl’s house, Izuku’s blush grew stronger, “What was that?”

“Golden brain?” she turned after stepping upon her doormat.

“Before that.”

“Kind heart?”

“After that.”

“Cute smile.”

“Oh, so I- I didn’t mishear you,” he ran a hand through his hair, looking away from the girl sheepishly.

“Sorry if that was forward, I just think you’re really cute.”

Izuku shifted his eyes between his shoes and the girl’s eyes before bunching out, “Thanks… I think you’re cute, too.”

“Maybe we could be cute together sometime, when you’re not busy with the agency?”

“I’d like that! A lot, actually… eh, I’m not sure when that could really be but- "

“We’ll work something out,” leaning over, (Y/n) pressed a kiss to his cheek, “See ya around, hero.”

“Hah,” he covered his face as the girl went inside, barely gathering the sense to return a ‘goodnight’ to her with his brain still stuck on the way ‘hero’ rolled off her tongue.

Everything just sounded so much better coming from her and he didn’t care to find an explanation as to why.

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Beauty and the Blackheart - Chapter Four

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Rating: M

Warnings: Language, general nuttiness, smut, major angst

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We finally learn a little bit of Bucky’s tragic background.....

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Morning came too soon, and Lev found herself suffering from a dual hangover; both from the tequila and from Bucky’s actions.

What had he meant when he’d said he wished to God he’d done different?

Her head ached and her body throbbed yet the worst, or maybe best, part was she could still feel Bucky’s fingers, gently caressing her nape, the strength in his arms when she’d clung to him, mistaking him for Clint.

Goddammit, it had felt good, he had felt good, his touch settling something deep inside her that had been alone and restless for far too long.

Lev thrust her hands through her hair, then scrubbed her face with her hands. A quiet knock at the door made her raise her head.

“Yeah?”

Clint’s apologetic face appeared. “How are you feeling?”

“I need to leave, Clint. It’s no good if I stay.”

His lips turned down, eyes dropping to the floor, but Clint nodded. “Yeah, Bucky…. Bucky’s had some bad shit happen in the past, it’s… it’s probably best if you...” He trailed off, unwilling or unable to continue then seemed to perk up a tiny bit. “Will you wait until tomorrow to leave? I’d really like to spend one last night with you.”

Lev’s heart warmed at the thought, just Clint and her, brother and sister, spending some quiet time together; what she should have done from the start, rather than getting tangled in the tattoo shop and Bucky. “Of course. Want to order some pizza? Watch old ‘80s campy horror like we used to?”

Clint positively beamed. “Yeah, I’d love that.” He turned to leave then hesitated, looking back at Lev before turning to leave again, but still he didn’t move, shoulders slumping.

“Come here.” Lev called quietly, waiting until Clint sat silently on the edge of the bed, reaching over to take his hand. “I’m sorry. Whatever is messed up between Bucky and I, that’s on me. Everything was good until I got here. I don’t want to come between you guys, or make you choose between us. I was just visiting anyway, so now I’m leaving a little early, that’s all; it’s okay.”

Sorrow flashed briefly in Clint’s gaze but they both knew she was right. “It sucks.”

“Yeah, but you’ll just have to come and visit me then.”

“I will.” He met her eyes and nodded. “We always go too long between seeing each other, that’s going to change. I miss you, kid.”

Lev felt a pang in her chest and her voice caught as she whispered. “I miss you too, big brother.”

Clint swallowed, then cleared his throat aggressively. Big sappy displays were not his thing, and in truth, they weren’t Lev’s either. He stood, almost abruptly and swiped at his cheek. “See you tonight,” a thought seemed to hit him then and he hesitated before adding, “would you mind if Steve came over too? He’ll be upset to hear you’re leaving; he’ll want to say goodbye.”

“Of course, yeah. That’d be great.” Lev sighed, relieved that Clint had thought of it. It would save her having to go to the shop, maybe running into Bucky, to say goodbye to Steve herself.

Clint nodded, threw her a sad grin, then left.

Lev considered mooning around in bed for a while, wallowing in the disappointment of her current situation, then threw the covers back with a groan, forced her feet to touch the floor.

You win some, you lose some. She wasn’t everyone’s cup of tea, she knew that, and she and Bucky just hadn’t clicked, there was no shame it that, only if she stubbornly refused to acknowledge it, continued to force herself into his space would it become wrong. Leaving was the best option for everyone.

Then why did it hurt?

If leaving was the right thing to do, then why had she found herself driving by the local hospital more than once, watching the comings and goings of staff and patients, imagined herself working there, part of the rush and crush?

No. It did no good to drown in the ‘what if’s and if only’s’. Her life was a three-and-a-half-hour plane trip away, not here.

She needed a shower and, while the hot water pounded her bare skin, she made herself not think about everything.

Later, Lev found herself in the backyard. There was a small pool that she’d shamefully underutilized, and tall fragrant trees blocking any nosy neighbours from spying. Sprawled on her stomach on the lounge chair, Lev surfed idly on her laptop, having already booked her flight home for tomorrow and now letting herself drift, catching up on friend’s Facebook pages, something she rarely had made time for in the past. A pang hit her as she read, seeing how everyone seemed to have a life, a family, children on the way. All Lev had, all she’d concerned herself with for years, had been her education, her upcoming career.

Had she wasted her life? In her one-track mind approach to everything, had she missed out on all the good stuff?

No, she decided firmly. She was still young, now that her education was out of the way, she could start really living, reaping the rewards that years of sacrifice and discipline had brought.

The sun was warm on her bare shoulders and Lev giggled at herself. She was even starting to tan, something she hadn’t done since junior high, when she’d flirted briefly with the track team to round out her academic record before quitting to take an extra chemistry class.

Pushing the laptop away, Lev rested her cheek on her crossed arms and closed her eyes. She imagined laying on one of the tattoo tables at the shop, getting her first real ink. Would Bucky’s fingers be as soft working on her tattoo as they’d been against her nape last night? Would his breath tickle her skin, the heat of his big body warm her? Would the same tingles she felt every time they’d accidentally brushed up against each other race through her as he drew on her virgin skin? She realized now what had always made her edgy around him, and she wouldn’t have believed it if she hadn’t experienced it herself, but there was a low-level charge between them, a humming energy that colored and heated the air around them, swirling and tangling and, for better or worse, binding them.

As she lay there, she imagined Bucky’s touch moving lower, trailing teasingly along her suddenly bare back to reach the curve of her ass and Lev shuddered, but not in a bad way.

Even when she’d avoided him at the shop, she’d still hungered for glances of him, quick snatches of his hands, large and veined and tattooed, gentle as he worked yet looking so strong and dangerous. He’d proven that last night, breaking that guy’s nose at the bar and literally wrenching her from her seat before brushing back her hair so carefully, enfolding her in his embrace so securely.

What would it feel like to have him inside her, to feel him grip her hips and drive himself home between her thighs? Lev was not a virgin but only barely, her tentative explorations with a classmate, almost clinical in their detachedness, had been more like studying than anything else and she’d not gotten off, not with any satisfaction anyway.

But it would be different with Bucky, Lev mused. He was experienced, he knew how to touch a woman, how to bring her pleasure. She’d covertly glanced at the sizeable bulge in his jeans more than once, felt her womb clench at the thought of feeling that push inside her. If he kissed her with half as much raw desire and want as she’d seen him suck face with some of those girls then she might ever come from that alone, convulsing in his arms when he hadn’t even really touched her yet.

And God, the thought of those long, dextrous fingers brushing at her folds made her shiver, toying with her clit, spreading her juices-

“Hey,” A deep voice called tentatively, and Lev startled out her daydream, nearly knocking the laptop off the chair above her. She shook her head, peering at the speaker and felt her face go beet-red.

Of course, of course it would have to be Bucky standing a few dozen feet away, looking like tattooed sin himself, probably able to smell her arousal in the air.

Lev scrambled to cover herself, cursing her impulsive decision to lose her pants and lounge in only her tank-top and panties, the blanket she’d brought out too far away to reach.

Goddammit, why had she decided to slut-it-up now?

Sensing her discomfort, Bucky strode forwards and grabbed the blanket, holding it out to her with averted eyes. Gratefully Lev took it, sitting cross-legged and wrapping the blanket around her.

Bucky studied her for a beat, just long enough to make Lev drop her gaze, then looked around. Walking towards the other lounge chair, he pulled it closer and sat with a sigh, scrubbing his hands on his jeans. Lev waited, not at all sure why the hell Bucky was here, and what he was going to say to her.

“I overheard your brother telling Steve… you’re leaving?” He bent over, clasped his hands together, forearms resting on his thighs and studied his fingers, not meeting her gaze.

“It’s for the best.” Lev mumbled. “You don’t like me, and I won’t come between my brother and his friends.”

“I never said I don’t like you.”

Lev snorted with derision, barely believing her ears. Really? He’d never said he didn’t like her? He didn’t need to, he’d shown that he hadn’t, every fucking day.

Bucky glanced up at her snort then dropped his head again, ears reddening as he correctly read her thoughts.

Lev waited, not trusting herself to speak again without flying off the handle and destroying whatever fragile tie brought Bucky here today looking so humbled and studied his form instead. She’d gazed at him time untold already, covertly but, with the reality of her leaving and probably never seeing him again, her eyes greedily devoured him now, committing him to memory for the inevitable dark times of regret ahead. Tattoos crawled his neck to his impossibly chiselled jawline visible even beneath his beard, the colors vibrant and lines strong, Clint’s best work. His left arm, apparently grievously broken some years ago and repaired with pins and screws, was covered in a full cyborg sleeve, right down to his hand. Steve was responsible for it and it blended seamlessly with his musculature, flowing with a startling realism when he moved. The other arm was covered in a full sleeve as well, but as a myriad of images tied together, entailing untold hours of work and resulting in an image that took hours and multiple viewings to fully capture and appreciate all the details, all the way down to calloused and scarred fingers, his touch startingly tender when he wanted, bone-crushing when he didn’t.

He looked like the last person someone like Lev would be attracted to yet, as she gazed at him, a yearning that took her breath away clawed around her heart; a small voice deep inside whispering a plaintive but implacable ‘mine’.

The full effect, of his massive frame, beard, long hair, heavily tattooed body, leather and denim attire and general ‘don’t fuck with me’ aura made him an intimidating presence but, right now, he was making himself vulnerable, showing a side to Lev that his outward appearance made it look like he didn’t have.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered again. “Whatever chance I had…. I’ve fucking lost you now, haven’t I?” His voice cracked and Lev stared in shock at his bent head.

What? Where the hell was this coming from? When had he ever wanted a chance with her?

“I… I don’t understand, Bucky. I didn’t think you ever did.”

“I did.” His voice was so low Lev almost missed it. “God, I did, I do.”

A sudden rush hit Lev, a swell of conflicting emotions; confusion, curiosity, anger and, oddly enough, sympathy for the man in front of her. It would have been so much easier to stay away, wait the few short hours for Lev to leave forever and never think of her again and yet… he’d come to her, looking and sounding broken.

“Her name was Amelia.” Bucky said unexpectedly. “Everyone called her Ami. She was serious, driven, disciplined… she was like you.” He raised his head briefly before dropping it again. “We were night and day, but I loved her. Even back in high school… fuck, I loved her. She had all these plans, you know? This big fancy career, what she was going to do, when and where and I was going to be there with her. I mean, I was apprenticing with Steve, but you can do that anywhere, I could’ve gotten a job in a shop anywhere…. I just wanted to be with Ami, you know? I was happy with just that.”

His exhale was unsteady, and Lev tensed, a sick feeling building in her stomach as she connected the dots. There was no woman named Ami hanging around the shop, no ring on Bucky’s finger, just a steady stream of faceless women.

“I sold my Harley to buy her engagement ring.” He sighed heavily and Lev was shocked to feel the beginnings of tears prick her eyes. “I got down on one knee and asked her to marry me and…. She laughed. Laughed in my face.”

Lev felt a rush of rage at this woman, how cruel, how goddamn heartless, to laugh when someone is making themselves so vulnerable like that? Taking a chance and asking you to share your life with them?

“’Why?’ She asked,” Bucky spat, fists going white at the knuckles as he clenched them. “’Why would I marry someone like you?’” He swallowed hard. “She told me I was crazy, to think we’d ever had a future. She said I was a disappointment, I had no goals, no dreams or ambitions beyond being a loser, that only crooks and druggies became tattoo ‘artists’ and that I needed to get serious and grow up.”

A tear coursed down Lev’s cheek. Even at her most angry, her most hurt by Bucky’s treatment of her, she never would have gone so low as this Ami woman, especially with someone she’d supposedly loved, enough to give him the impression of a potential future between them.

“She left. I haven’t seen her since.” He took a deep breath, let it out with a heartbreaking resignation. “I stayed apprenticing because it was all I had. Steve, Nat, tattoos and eventually, your brother. And I’m not a loser, I have a business with my two best friends, a successful one and I’m content with that… but I haven’t let a woman close since her. I fuck and forget because it doesn’t hurt. I’m upfront with them because Ami wasn’t with me, there’s no illusions. And then you walked into my shop.” He looked up finally and the riot of emotions darkening his eyes made the thin remains of her restraint fail and the tears fell unheeded down her face.

“I thought I’d loved Ami but,” he shook his head. “It was nothing compared to what hit me when I saw you that first time, and… it scared the fuck out of me because it was happening again. I was falling for a woman with the same drive and desire to succeed as her. And I hated that, this… weakness of mine, to get caught in that again, like the first time never happened… and it pissed me off so bad and terrified me at the same time. I did all I could to keep you away, but I couldn’t help it sometimes…. sometimes I just had to be close to you, sometimes I couldn’t hide it anymore. I fought so hard to push you away because Ami broke me but… if I let myself love you and you did the same, it would kill me this time.”

Lev stared, horror and sorrow taking her breath away.

Wow.

Of all the things she expected to hear from Bucky, whatever explanations or excuses he might have offered to maybe justify his actions, she’d hadn’t imagined anything like this because, why would you? Who would ever think that another human being could be that cruel, especially to someone they’d given at least the impression of loving? If Ami hadn’t wanted to marry Bucky, fine; if she’d thought him unambitious, whatever, but she hadn’t needed to crush him like that.

What pain did he hide behind those supernatural eyes?

She was getting a good look at that pain now, coupled with a deep regret.

“I…” He began but trailed off. Fists clenching again he continued. “I just needed you to know that; it was never really about you, you’re-” his voice cracked again. “You’re going to make some lucky fuck really happy one day and this is all on me. What’s happened between us is my fuck-up, not yours. Never. yours.”

Without conscious intent Lev stood and moved to sit at Bucky’s side. She had no idea what she was doing, but his pain cleaved her in two. Bucky lifted his head, turning eyes dark with regret her way. Only a foot away, Lev could see the moisture gathering there, the tightness at the corners of his eyes as he fought back emotion; he exhaled, a long, low sound that wavered as his gaze dropped to her mouth.

Hunger joined the pain and he looked back up into her eyes, the power in his gaze gripping her in place, drawing her closer and their lids fluttered closed just as their lips touched, a tentative brushing before his hand reached up and cupped her jaw, curled around to cradle her head and hold her close as the kiss deepened, grew hard and passionate as floodgates long held close burst open. It was all teeth and tongues and desire and Lev couldn’t stop a moan against Bucky’s mouth, which he answered with a primal sound, low in his chest. Grabbing her waist Bucky pulled Lev to straddle his lap and she moved eagerly, tightening her thighs around his hips, inhaling sharply when he squeezed her leg, growling in barely leashed need.

She could feel him, hot and hard, pressing against her core, one large hand guiding her hip, grinding her against him then the other was rucking up under her shirt, cupping her breasts, thumb rasping over her nipples.

“Fuck, baby-” Bucky groaned against her mouth and he was all she could see, hear, smell, feel and taste, completely capturing and overwhelming her senses and Lev wanted nothing more in that moment than for Bucky to tear her clothes away and drive inside her, make her scream and writhe beneath him, feel him release inside her with a groan.

This is happening too fast.

“Wait-” Lev gasped, heart hammering.

Bucky pulled away only far enough to rest his forehead to hers and panted, chest heaving, eyes closed, and face twisted with pain.

“I-” He began, a heartbreaking crack in his voice then he stopped again, taking a deep breath. “You’re right.” His hand tightened on her hip for an instant before he gently pushed her off his lap, standing before Lev could find her voice to argue, to tell him what her brain was scrambling to form and communicate.

No, don’t go. Not like this, I just meant slow down.

“Bucky-”. Damn her panicking nerves, her flustered heart. Just say it. Spit it out before he got the idea that you didn’t want to continue, that you don’t hunger and ache for him the way he does for you.

If Bucky saw her struggle, if he understood it, he chose to ignore it.

“No, Lev.” He took a step back, fists clenching. “It’s better this way.” He hesitated, then turned to leave.

Lev watched him go, her breath clawing in her throat, torn between wanting to call out to him, and remaining silent. Tears pricked her eyes as she watched his wide, powerful frame, now slumped with regret, disappear through the gate and, when she heard the faint rumble of his bike from down the street, she let them fall.

Why hadn’t she called out to him?

Because.

This was the least painful way to part. He’d explained why he’d behaved the way he had, and while it didn’t change their past, at least it would help Lev lay it to rest. The kiss changed nothing, the fact that it was the most visceral experience of Lev’s life only showed how closeted and sheltered she was, nothing more, nothing as foolish as love or soulmates or passion.

But watching him go right now had hurt worse than anything else, worse than his most venomous, snapped retorts, his sullen silences and the long days without catching even a glimpse of him.

Something inside him called out to something inside her and made the snow globe inside her settle, let her soul take a deep breath. This had been hidden by Lev’s confusion and anxiety, Bucky’s bristling and shields; but he’d peeled a part of himself back last night, dropped the mask of anger long enough for Lev to see the damage beneath, and today he’d fully bared his heart to her, let her see all his grievous wounds. And rather than driving her away, it had cracked something kindred open in her. The load she carried; the balls Lev forever felt like she juggled weren’t so life-or-death; she didn’t feel like she was hanging on by her fingernails and needed to constantly move to stay afloat when he was near her and, while her brain hadn’t yet caught up to this, her heart had.

But it was too late now. The moment was over, he had left, and she was leaving tomorrow.

She needed to drop it.

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Lev yawned heavily, rubbing at her bleary eyes, not caring that she was most likely smudging her mascara. She hoped briefly that the Karen and her spawn would be on this flight, at least her strident complaints would help keep Lev awake.

After Clint got home, with Steve at his side they’d ordered pizza and sat down to watch gory, campy ‘80’s slasher movies and Lev had done her best to stay present but her brain refused to concentrate, Bucky and her pending departure forefront on her mind. The sorrow and misery on his face broke her heart and she’d hardly slept at all, tossing and turning, Bucky’s words, his gentle touch endlessly haunting her; she lost count of the times she reached for her phone, wanting to call him, but pulling back at the last moment.

Stopping at a coffee kiosk, Lev ordered a black eye and sipped it carefully, inhaling the comforting aroma. Due to her broken sleep, she’d left too early and consequently, had arrived at the airport too early as well and now wandered, pulling along her small carry-on and shouldering her backpack.

Clint had clients this morning and hadn’t been able to accompany her and for that, Lev was grateful. It was hard enough forcing herself to step onto a plane without her brother’s eyes on her as well. Their parting this morning, before Lev had gone out to meet the waiting taxi, had been full of unsaid words and choked back entreaties. More than once Lev caught Clint watching her with forlorn eyes, chewing on his bottom lip like he was fighting not to speak up and beg her to stay.

More than once on the way to the airport Lev opened her mouth to ask the driver to turn around, then closed it again.

Sometimes doing the right thing hurt, sometimes the correct path was the rockiest and Lev knew she would bleed for a long time over this, but it was the best thing to do.

Lev glanced up at a large clock on the wall of the terminal and sighed, they would be boarding soon. She pulled absently on the strap of her backpack and tried not to think about what she was leaving behind. The shop, the life, it had started to grow on her as she’d spent time among Clint and his friends, and she was genuinely sad to be parting from it all.

Especially Bucky. There had been something there, between them, right from the start and it hurt to leave without exploring their connection further, especially after that scorching kiss, but it was happening, she was here, she was leaving soon, and that was it.

She looked down the terminal, gaze trailing absently over the various people hurrying to their destinations, bumping into each other, throwing impatient glances at slower ones and was horrified to feel the prick of tears in her eyes as she acknowledged the fact that she was searching, waiting for Bucky to come running to her, to beg her to stay.

But there was no sign of him.

No. She wouldn’t cry. A bird may love a fish, but where would they live?

The intercom above buzzed, then Lev’s flight was being called to board and she turned, closing off her emotions.

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Lev grimaced as she swallowed the mouthful of cold coffee, dropping the paper cup in the nearest garbage with a heavy exhale and a frown. When was the last time she’d had time to stop and pour herself a fresh one? Three hours? Four?

Tonight at the Emergency Department was especially chaotic and while Lev revelled in the crush and rush, in the never-ending movement that made it that much easier not to think about her life, it was draining. Ever since she’s arrived home three months ago and called up her mentor to accept his offered position, Lev had done her best to stay in motion, to stay busy and distracted and while she would be paying off the remainder of her student debts left over after all the scholarships she’d won far earlier than she’d anticipated, deep inside something was missing.

An ache had taken residence in her chest and refused to leave.

The worst part was she knew exactly what that ache was and how to cure it, but she couldn’t.

She’d left, and Bucky hadn’t come for her. He’d acknowledged, like her, that regardless of the pain, staying apart was better for both of them and there was no medication or treatment offered in Lev’s ER to combat that.

“Hey,” Kaylee, one of the trauma nurses and Lev’s few friends, bumped her shoulder gently as they both leaned on the unit’s main desk, conserving their energy for the next emergency. “You going to do it?”

Lev fought not to grimace, dropping her head to hide her expression. Kaylee had been trying for the last two weeks to pin Lev down for a blind date with one of her brother’s friends and while the little brunette sprite was persistent, so far Lev had managed to dodge her.

“I don’t know-”

“C’mon. You need to go out. Ever since you visited your brother you’ve been dragging your ass around!” Kaylee was never one to mince words and they’d formed a close friendship during Lev’s residency here, but sometimes the woman was insufferable.

“I have not been dragging my ass.” Lev hissed, trying to mask her irritation. She loved Kaylee and knew she was coming from a place of concern and friendship, but right now…. especially now, Lev didn’t want to hear it.

“He’s nice, tall, has a good job.” Kaylee continued, deciding to take a circuitous route to her point. “He’s really excited to meet you!”

Lev made a face. She’d had a chance at nice, tall and a good job before, and look where it had gotten her, although Bucky, in truth, hadn’t met the ‘nice’ part until just at the end.

“What’s his name again?” Lev stalled for time, furiously figuring out a way to escape.

“Stuart Pierson.”

Stuart. Levka and Stuart Pierson.

Not nearly the same ring as Levka and Bucky Barnes.

STOP IT.

“Kaylee, I can’t. I’ve got back to back shifts for the next week-”

“You know Trent wants them! He’ll take them off your hands!”

“And I’m still moving in-”

“Damn girl how long is that going to take? You bought a studio!”

“I’m just busy right now, okay?”

Kaylee fixed her with a Look, head tilted and hand on hip. “He’s not worth your time, Lev. Forget the gangbanger, okay?”

Lev winced, not for the first time regretting telling Kaylee about Bucky. She’d kept it general, not given his name or any real details about what had happened between them, and now Kaylee had this Hell’s Angels figure in her head, convinced that Lev had been ‘slumming’ it and the best thing to do would be to jump on the nearest WASP, namely Stuart Pierson.

But Bucky wasn’t a hood, and she hadn’t been slumming it. He’d been a decent guy that she’d gotten off on the wrong foot with and, rather than correct that, she’d left.

“Got a new one coming in.” Agnes, the old battle-axe unit clerk broke in. She’d been running the ER longer than anyone else and even the biggest asshole doctors respected and feared her. In truth, she was a secret sweetheart, as long as you provided covert homemade cookies and Starbucks every now and then.

“Got it.” Lev replied, instantly falling into her professional mentality. Although she was hella young compared to other doctors in the hospital, right now she and Dr. Abbott were the two most senior in the ER and he was sleeping in the lounge, an absolute bear to wake up.

Hurrying to the nearest sink, she quickly washed her hands then reached for supplies. Gown, goggles, booties; the ER could get messy rapidly and, as her heart began to beat faster in anticipation, Lev found her worries melting away. Later, after she’d stabilized the patient, after the adrenaline had worn off, it would be back, but Lev lived for this oblivion now.

Agnes called from the desk, relaying the EMT’s report and Lev listened carefully, forming a picture in her mind of what needed to be done.

“MVA, thirty-one year old male, t-boned at an intersection. Multiple breaks, possible internal bleed-” Agnes continued in a professional clip, reading off the man’s blood pressure, pulse ox, breathing rate and other pertinent information in short jargon indecipherable to the average listener.  

“Morphine given on-route, but patient is combative-”

Interesting, most people wanted the pain gone, but others were confused and fighting everything, still tangled in the chaos of their accident.

“Multiple LOC in the field but awake now-”

Head injury? On top of internal damage. Lev would need to page the surgeon on call and get a neuro consult.

The sirens became louder and Kaylee joined her, gowned and ready, all grim attention and anticipation. Suddenly, the bus was there, backing up to the bay as the doors flew open. One EMT jumped out and pulled on the gurney, joined by ER staff to unload it.

Lev saw bare skin and blood, heard the EMT speaking but turned her focus on her new patient.

“Trauma One, let’s go!” An oxygen mask covered part of the man’s face and he was fully locked down in a body brace on the stretcher, standard procedure especially with a potential head injury. Lev got glimpses of denim and a torn t-shirt, but most of the man was obscured by swarming nurses and machines, bandages and tubes.

Grabbing her penlight, Lev leaned over the man’s face.

“I’m Dr. Barton, I’m here to help you. I just need to check your pupils, follow the light please. Can you tell me where it hurts?” The words fell from her mouth, well-rehearsed and practiced.

The man tried to speak but his voice was lost in the chaos. Lev peeled back an eyelid and shone her penlight, searching for his pupil’s reaction. First one, then the other, both equally reactive, good.

With a tearing sound, the remains of the man’s t-shirt were cut from his torso and Lev studied him clinically. Plenty of lacerations and contusions, to be expected, and a troubling shadow in the lower quadrant- Jesus the man was cut, and not just by glass, his musculature was incredible and there was something so familiar about the ink-

Oh Jesus.

“Bucky?!” Lev gasped.

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There Goes My Life - Chapter Two

A/N I’m thinking of keeping these chapters short and sweet at least to start off and when we get to the juicy stuff I’ll stretch them out 😏

September 5-10, 2038

Penelope distracted herself with decorating her dorm room as the rest of the students moved in the following day. It was a new step she wasn’t quite ready to face but by early afternoon, the white brick walled dorm room was plastered in photographs and motivational quotes and tied together with an endless string of fairy lights. Penelope kicked her empty suitcase under her bed before stepping back with a smile to admire her hard work that made her once dull room feel more comfortable, her hands set on her hips. She hadn’t seen her sister all day, so she decided to slip on a pair of sneakers and pull her dark hair out of its messy ponytail before making her way down the hall. The place was bustling with new students and their families and Penelope slunk between them without being noticed. She knocked on her sister’s door, swaying on her heels impatiently.

Clementine opened it with a smile, “I was starting to think you’ve forgotten about me already.”

“How could I?” Penelope giggled, letting herself in.

Clementine had also been busy decorating however her room was still a mess, clothes thrown over the unmade bed and bathroom products tossed haphazardly over the dresser.

“God, Clem, how do you live like this?” Penelope tisked.

“It’s no big deal. Just got to shove these in my closet.” Clementine picked up an armful of clothes and hung them up, a couple shirts falling off their hangers and onto the floor and she just shoved them in randomly. Penelope sat herself cross legged on her sister’s bed, watching her scramble around to pile her last few things in random drawers.

“The floor meeting is in ten minutes…I figured we could go together.” Penelope said.

“I went last year. It’s all the same stuff so I don’t think I’ll go.” Clementine shrugged.

“Oh.” Penelope frowned. “But I wanted to.”

“You can go without me.” Clementine laughed, turning back to her sister.

“I guess.”

“And you can tell me all about it when you get back.” Clementine assured her with a teasing eyeroll.

Penelope nodded lightly, twirling the end of her ponytail around her finger anxiously.

“Just down the hall, Nell. It’ll be like fifteen minutes tops.” Clementine sighed, glancing at her younger sister’s nervous fidgeting as she closed her drawer. “Fine. I’ll go with you.”

Clementine helped Penelope settle into university life throughout the first week of school, showing her around the campus the day before classes and all the secret study spots. Of course, none of those places mattered once Penelope was shown the art building and the studio spaces and she was itching to get her hands on some of the equipment in there. It really felt like they were back at home again after spending a year apart and Penelope loved spending time with her sister just the two of them.

Once classes started, Penelope kept to herself but payed complete attention to the professors, soaking in everything on the syllabus she could. She even got an art kit from her studio class which contained canvases and paintbrushes and all sorts of good quality materials for her to have. Penelope got back to her room after her classes and called her parents right away to tell them all about what she was going to be studying.

“And we got expensive and really good quality paintbrushes! With natural hair bristles! They’re so pretty I’m almost too scared to get them dirty!” Penelope grinned into the phone as she laid them out in a row on her desk with her other supplies.

“You’re like a real professional artist now, huh?” Florence chuckled.

“Not yet.” Penelope mumbled through a smile. “But my studio professor wants us to start preliminary sketches for our first assignment next class! I already have so many ideas.”

“Of course, you do.” Daniel smiled through the line. “You sound happy, bug.”

“So happy. I’m so excited.” Penelope sighed, curling up on her desk chair.

“Nothing to worry about.” Daniel added.

“No. You were right.” Penelope tisked playfully, resting her phone between her shoulder and her ear so she could pick up a paintbrush and run and bristles over her palm slowly. “I haven’t made any friends yet, but Clementine has been helping me out and she’s been great. It’s just like being at home again.”

“I’m glad you two can take care of each other.” Daniel said.

“And friends will come with time, I’m sure!” Florence added.

“Yeah.” Penelope smiled to herself, glancing at the time. “Oh, I should go. We were gonna grab dinner in the caf together.”

“Alright, Nell. We love you.” Daniel’s smile could be heard through the phone.

“Love you guys too.”

They said their quick goodbyes and Penelope jumped up to find Clementine for dinner. With her room key in hand and meal card in pocket, Penelope led herself down the hall with a skip in her step to her sister’s room.

Clementine answered the door quickly, ushering her in as she was on the phone, and closed the door behind her.

“Yeah it’s due after homecoming.” Clementine said to whoever was on the other line and she leaned back over her open agenda on her desk. “Yeah, the 20th.”

Penelope waited quietly by the door, watching her sister chew on her bottom lip as she listened to the person through her phone.

“Is $40 fine? It needs to be 1500 words.” Clementine stood up straighter.

Penelope frowned for a moment, trying to figure out what they were talking about.

“No, I don’t need to proof it, I trust you. I’ll e-transfer you when you have it done. Thanks. Yep. Bye.”

Clementine hung up and turned to her sister.

“Sorry about that. Ready for dinner?”

“Who was that?” Penelope asked through a frown.

“A classmate.” Clementine shrugged.

“Who you’re paying to write an assignment for you?”

Clementine sighed deeply, almost with annoyance, “Yeah. Just because I want to attend homecoming weekend and I don’t have time for an essay and the parties.”

“Parties? Since when do you go to parties?” Penelope crossed her arms.

“Since I’ve started to live a little after leaving home. I’ll show you how fun they can be, don’t worry.” Clementine patted her sister’s shoulder. “Just don’t tell mum and dad, okay? You know they wouldn’t understand.”

“Yeah. They wouldn’t.” Penelope said flatly, turning to stare at her older sister’s back as she started for the door.

Clementine turned back with a wide smile, “Ready for dinner?”

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❉ 139 Dreams (Koushi Sugawara) Magical

📑 Table of Contents

Genre: Slice of Life, Fluff

Word Count: 2,790

Pairing: Reader x Sugawara

World: Haikyuu!!

Author’s Note: In this fic, Suga is eighteen and the reader is twenty. I dreamed about this and immediately fell in love with domestic Suga and I just had to write this.

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Your keys jingled as you unlocked the door to your house, scaring away a moth that had been perched on the doorframe. Upon entering, the smell of roast stew tickled your nostrils, making your stomach growl and brow furrow. Were you imagining things because of how tired you were? You didn’t bother taking your shoes off as you headed down the hall until the kitchen came into view.

Koushi stood at the stove, carefully stirring the contents of the pot. A baby blue and white striped apron sat around his neck, tied loosely around his waist. He glanced over his shoulder when he heard you, offering you a warm smile. “Welcome home! Dinner is almost ready.”

Your body fell into one of the kitchen chairs, stifling a yawn. “What are you doing here, Koush?”

He pouted, placing his hand on his hip. “What, you’re not happy to see your loving boyfriend?”

“Of course I am,” you beckoned him closer and he obeyed, standing between your legs as you gently held his hips, his forehead resting against yours. “I could definitely get used to coming home to you. You just surprised me, is all. I didn’t know you were going to be here.”

“Hmm, I’m moving in with you the second I graduate, so you better get used to it quickly~” He pecked your lips before returning to the stove to check on the food. “How was work?”

“Long,” you wrinkled your nose as you untied your boots, kicking them under the table. “I got assigned to Casa Valore today. You know, that really uppity place on the other side of town.”

“The country club?” He inquired with surprise. “You have to have serious cash to get a membership there, from what I hear.”

“Mhm. This bitch kept trying to get in even though she doesn’t have a membership, right? Claimed she knew the owner. Intimately. Then she starts going into detail about their supposed exploits.”

Koushi bit back a laugh as he gathered rice onto two plates before pouring some roast on top. “Please tell me you’re kidding.”

“Nope,” you stood up, grabbing two glasses from the cabinet. “Every. Friggin’. Detail, Koush. You want tea?”

“Water, please.” He set the plates down on the table before taking his seat. “What happened to her?”

You poured a bottle of water into the glass with ice before doing the same with a soda and setting them on the table, collapsing back in your chair across from him. “She was spouting some really dirty shit just as a family of three walked up. When the mom heard her, she went off. The lady was terrified.”

He nodded to show that he was listening, taking a bit of the stew.

“The mom ended up punching her. One little hit and she was out like a light. Then she started after me for not stopping the woman.” You rolled your eyes, stuffing a spoonful of rice into your mouth.

He frowned at you, concern shining in his hazel eyes. “I still can’t believe you’re not allowed to touch people. You’re a security guard, it’s your job to prevent things from escalating, but you’re not even allowed to interfere when someone acts out.”

You shrugged one of your shoulders. “You get used to it after a while. What about you? Any problems at school?”

“Well, I don’t know if you’d call it a problem, perse.” He responded, tapping his chin as he thought back to mid-day practice. “Noya came running into the gym screaming his lungs out. It took some time before he was calm enough to explain what had happened.”

You sipped your drink, brow quirking as you waited for him to spill the tea.

“Apparently, he was running down the hall when he bumped into his classmate. When he helped her pick up her books, he found this manga she was working on. He claims she was shipping him with Tsukishima.”

The thought made you snicker. “Ah, the shipping days of high school.” You shook your head as you stood up, carrying the empty plates to the sink. “‘Kay, you win. Your story was better than mine.”

Koushi came up beside you, pushing your hands away from the dishes. “Let me, love.”

“You cooked dinner, it’s only fair.” You knew how stubborn he could be, so you shifted your position so you were behind him, arms sliding around his slim waist and chin resting on his shoulder.

“You worked all day.”

“Hmm, and you went to school then spent hours at practice.” Your lips twitched up at his huff of frustration and you rubbed soft circles into his side to appease him.

“Just let me take care of you, Y/N.”

With a soft kiss to beneath his ear, you conceded. “Fine, fine. I’m gonna go take a shower.” You released him, heading up the stairs into your bedroom. After gathering your clothes, you stepped across the hall into the bathroom, turning on the water to let it warm up.

When you stopped to think about it, your relationship with Koushi felt like a dream. He was just so perfect in your eyes. Kind, caring, loving, selfless. Everything he did was for others, even if it meant sacrificing himself in the process. He was patient, too – he had to be in order to deal with you and your job. You couldn’t help smiling as you stepped out of the shower.

‘How in the hell did I get so lucky?’

Koushi was already lying in bed, scrolling through his phone as he waited for you to join him. He glanced at you when you entered the room. “The group chat is blowing up tonight.”

You slid under the covers with a yawn, shoulder brushing against his as you looked at his phone. “About what?”

“No idea. The messages are coming through too quickly.”

Your eyes narrowed at the screen, trying to pick out keywords that could piece the story together. “Movie, scared, black widow, glass, death, girl, pizza.”

Koushi snorted, his hand flying up to cover his mouth. You sent him an amused look. “Sorry, it was just so dark and then pizza.”

You hummed. “I think Tanaka’s sister is making him watch the grudge. Or maybe the ring? Probably used pizza to bribe him into watching.”

“That makes sense.”

You yawned, not bothering to try and cover it as you slid down until your head landed on the fluffy pillow. Following your lead, he plugged his phone in before settling down against your side, his head using your shoulder as a pillow. You brushed your hand through his grey locks before resting it against his back. “Good night, baby.”

He hummed softly, his limps tangling with yours as sleep started to claim him. “Good night, love.”

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You stepped into the house around noon, kicking your shoes off in the doorway. The AC was blasting through the house, keeping the heat of summer at bay. As you stepped farther into the house, you noticed the TV was on, playing PBS kids on low volume, which was strange because you had never seen your boyfriend show interest in kid’s shows before.

With a shrug, you continued toward the kitchen, an ice-cold soda calling your name. “Ow, shit!” Pain shot through your left foot and you hopped on your right, holding the injured foot in your hands. Your eyes narrowed at the object that had created your pain before frowning in confusion, picking up the square object. “The hell? Aren’t nesting blocks for toddlers?”

Setting the toy on the table, you headed upstairs in search of your boyfriend, but he wasn’t in the bedroom or the bathroom. That left the storage closet at the end of the hall or the guest room, and you highly doubted he was in the former. You pushed the guest room door open softly, eyes widening a bit at the sight.

Koushi was sitting on the floor with a boy sitting in front of him, probably around two-years-old, playing with toy cars and action figures from the popular anime, My Hero Academia.

Something about the scene just seemed so magical to you. Your heart started to race within your chest as you thought about him as a father, the father of your child. Honestly, children were never really something you thought about, but seeing him interact so softly with this child… it stirred something within you.

With a soft smile, you leaned against the doorframe. “Koushi, did you go and have a child with someone else?”

His hazel eyes slid up to meet yours and he chuckled. “Of course not. You’re the only person I want to have a child with!”

You hadn’t been expecting that response and your red cheeks showed it, but you hid it behind your hand, faking a cough. “So, who’s the kid?”

“My nephew, Sasuke,” he explained, gently rubbing the top of the boy’s head. “My sister suddenly went into labor this morning and couldn’t find anyone to watch him, so I went and picked him up.”

“You should have called me, I would have taken you.”

“It’s okay, it wasn’t far!” He smiled brightly, his hair shifting across his forehead when he tilted his head. “You’re home early. Did something happen?”

“Sort of.” You rubbed the back of your neck. “Apparently, the manager has been skimming funds from the clients and the CEO found out. He came in this morning raising hel -” You eyes shifted to the small child before clearing your throat. “Raising a fuss.”

“Oh wow,”

“Yup. Everyone was sent home until they can get everything sorted. With pay, of course.”

“That’s good.” He pulled himself to his feet before lifting up his nephew, holding him against his hip. “Come on, it’s time for lunch.”

The boy giggled, his small hands grabbing at his uncle’s shirt. You followed him downstairs, taking a seat at the table as he sat the boy beside you, kissing the top of his head before heading to the fridge.

“Are you okay with a sandwich, love? I wasn’t expecting you home early so I didn’t make anything.”

“I don’t mind,”

Sasuke looked up at you curiously, reaching out for your arm. You held your hand out to him and he was just barely able to wrap his hand around your finger, pulling it up and down and giggling as if it were the most amusing thing he had ever done.

Koushi looked back at you with an apologetic smile. “Sorry I didn’t ask before bringing him here. I didn’t think you’d mind.”

You hummed as you watched the boy, lifting your arm and watching as he pulled it back down before giggling. “You’re fine. My foot definitely minded when it stepped on the nesting blocks, though.”

He giggled, covering his mouth with this hand.

“Glad my pain amuses you, babe.”

“Sorry, sorry~” His eyes were amused as he set the small squares of sandwich in front of his nephew, who instantly dropped your hand to grab the food. “Eat slow and careful, Sasuke.”

Sasuke nodded, carefully grabbing one of the squares before taking a small bite.

You turned your gaze to your boyfriend as he got to work making your sandwich and his own. He just had such a domestic aura about him that made you feel so warm inside. The future was not something you thought about often, but for some reason, you started to think about spending the rest of your life with this man. You knew he would be just as amazing as a husband as he was a boyfriend and that thought made your heart flutter within your chest.

Setting the food down, he took a seat across from you, watching his nephew with a happy expression. The three of you ate in silence, just enjoying each other’s company, but the peace was broken when his phone lit up on the table.

“It’s from my sister,” he commented as he pulled up the message, his eyes lighting up as he read it. “Oh my god. She had twins!”

“Really?” You quirked a brow. “That sounds… like a handful.”

“Definitely,” he sweatdropped. “Can you take us to the hospital to see them? She wants Sasuke to meet his new siblings.”

“Yeah, of course.” You finished off your food before clearing the table while he grabbed the bag with Sasuke’s things.

“Shoot, I need to grab my charger. Can you take him?” Koushi handed the boy off to you and you held him against your hip, pulling the front door open. You were a bit worried because you didn’t have a car seat, but you were sure that Koushi would sit in the back with him and keep him safe, and you’d make sure to drive more carefully than usual.

He came jogging from the house, making sure the door was locked before heading to the backseat and pulling the door open, setting the bag on the opposite side of the seat. He held his hand out to take his nephew. “You’re gonna sit in the back with me, okay? We don’t have a car seat so you have to behave and not move around too much.”

“‘Kay!” Sasuke agreed with a high pitched voice.

You started the car, turning the AC on to battle against the summer heat as you waited for them to get settled before taking off. The hospital wasn’t far by car, taking only about ten minutes to arrive even with moderate traffic. Koushi tried to pick up his nephew once everyone was out of the car, but the toddler started fussing, refusing the be picked up.

“Do you want to walk, instead?” He asked softly, to which Sasuke nodded. “Okay, but you have to hold my hand tight and not let go. Can you do that?” Again, he nodded, holding his small hand out to the grey-haired male. You took the bag from him, slinging it over your shoulder as you walked on the other side of Sasuke, just for added protection. It surprised you when the small boy grabbed your hand, but you certainly didn’t mind, nor did you miss the loving look that Koushi sent you.

His sister was on the fourth floor and when you stepped out of the elevator, you gently patted the boy’s head before heading toward the waiting room.

“Where are you going?” Koushi frowned.

“It’s your family, I don’t want to impose.” You smiled reassuringly. “It’s fine, go on.”

He bit his bottom lip as he thought it over before hesitantly nodding, gently tugging his nephew down the hall.

The waiting room was empty and silent, making your ears ring. There was a small TV mounted in the corner, but someone had muted it. Captions were playing across the bottom of the screen, but they were too small to read unless you were right next to it. You weren’t very fond of hospitals – something about the sterile environment just made you feel strange, but the maternity ward wasn’t too bad.

You pulled out your phone, scrolling through your MyBook page, sharing posts you found amusing or responding to tags from friends. You got bored of that pretty quickly though and decided to search for anime memes, finding a few that made you chuckle. You soon got bored of that, too, sliding down in the chair with a sigh.

The door opened, Koushi stepped inside with something small in his arms. He was smiling brightly, eyes lit up like stars. “Y/N, meet my niece, Yin.”

Your body tensed as he brought the newborn closer. You gently pulled the blanket away from her face, your finger sliding across her cheek. “She’s so small,”

“Do you want to hold her?”

“Ah, no, I -”

He chuckled softly. “Love, you’re not going to hurt her. I asked my sister and she said it’s fine.”

“Okay,” you breathed out, holding your arms out, carefully holding the newborn in your arms. She barely weighed anything, like you were holding a feather.

His hand gently caressed your arm to keep you calm. “I can’t wait for us to have our own children. You’re going to be such a good parent.”

“What are you going on about?” You muttered, keeping your eyes on the infant as if scared she would disappear if you looked away. “We’re too young for kids.”

He hummed softly, pressing a loving kiss to your cheek. “Hmm, maybe I just have baby fever.”

“Pretty sure you do.”

“It’s your fault~” He pouted, making you quirk a brow.

“How is it my fault?”

“You’re gorgeous with a child in your arms.”

Blood rushed to your cheeks at the declaration. “S-Shut up, Koushi.”

He covered his mouth with his hand, stifling his laughter.

☾ ⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*･ﾟ: *⋆.*:･ﾟ .: ⋆*･ﾟ: . ☁

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New Beginnings (Part 8)

*Not My Gif*

Post Date: 12-30-19

Paring: Peter Parker x Stark!reader

Word Count: 1.7K

~Master~

~New Beginnings Master~

After everything sitting on an airplane next to Peter just calmed you down. It was like finally got the chance to breath after that hell of a field trip. The lights of the plane were barely one, just enough so no one would trip down the walkway as you leaned on Peters shoulder, watching a random movie Peter put on. You didn’t really mind though because whenever something funny happened on the screen, Peter would chuckle and you got to hear one of your favorite sounds.

Peter looked down at you on his shoulder, your eyes barely open as he focused on your breathing. It soothes him as he placed a kiss on the top of your head, his cheek filling the spot soon after.

“Peter?” You muttered, half asleep as Peter hummed. “Can I call you my boyfriend?” You felt dumb asking him that after everything but with your half asleep state, the words just came out. Peter felt the flutter in his chest and he knew his cheeks were bright red. He was thankful that you couldn’t see him right.

“Y-yes! I uh, i mean, yeah. I-I’d like that.” He cursed himself for stuttering but you just swooned, grabbing his hand in yours before you fell asleep completely. Your phone buzzed on the tray table front of you as MJ sent you a message on Instagram. Peter didn’t mean to look but he couldn’t help himself.

MJ sent you a picture she took of Peter and you on the plane. You and Peter just happened to of glanced at each other at the same time and MJ caught it on her phone.

He looked over his seat to a couple rows in front of you to where MJ sat smirking at him. He blushed even more as she gave him a two finger salute, finishing it off with a wink as Peter chuckled.

“What happened?” You yawned, looking at the screen for something funny. Peter just squeezed your hand, brushing the hair out of your face.

“Nothing Babe, just go back to sleep.” You let out a smaller yawn, your head falling closer to Peters where he could feel your warm breathing on his skin.

“Ok... love you.” You fell asleep the moment the words escaped your mouth but that didn’t stop Peter from kissing your forehead.

“I love you too Y/N.” He whispered before letting you rest for the rest of the flight.

The airport was pretty full when you all filed out of the plane. All of your friends trying their best to stay together until you were out of the terminal.

“Hey.” Peter pulled your arm, getting you to stop walking as he stood in front of you. You smiled knowing exactly what he was doing as you climbed onto his back, your arms falling down his shoulders as he held your thighs to keep you up. You giggled into his ear as he smiled to you, giving a quick kiss before catching up with your friends. MJ raised her brow at you as you stuck your tongue out, getting the girl to laugh before you spotted a few of your classmates families.

Peter slid you off his back as he grabbed your hand, getting you to stop walking more. “You sure no one else has figured it out?” Peter asked you as he glanced over at MJ.

“Yeah, I mean MJ’s too observant for her own good. And it’s not like anyone really pays attention to you.” You shrug as Peter gave you a tight lipped smile.

“Ouch.”

“I mean, except for me.” You backtracked as Peter blushed.

“Aww. Thanks.” He squeezed your hand and you nudged him.

“You guys are so cute.” Betty said behind you as you turned around to see her and Ned come up. Your hand was still locked with Peters as you wrapped your arms around his arm, effectively keeping him in your hold as you thanked her.

“You know, we should go on a double date!” You told them. Ned and Betty just shared a look, making your smile fall a little.

“We broke up.” They said at the same time as you shook your head, biting back a smile.

“What? No! Why?” Peter asked as Ned explained that men and woman grow apart and how the journey they share will always be a part of them. It didn’t help your laughing problem as Betty cupped Ned’s cheek and you hid your face in Peters sweatshirt.

You and Peter watched Ned and Betty leave before sharing a look, neither of you having any words as you walked to find May and Pepper.

“Pepper!” You shouted when you saw her and Morgan waiting on the outskirts of the group. Pepper put her hand to her chest as you jogged over. “I’m alright! I’m alright.” You assured her as she pulled you into a hug.

“Thank god.” She sighed in relief as she let go, letting Morgan take her place.

“Hey Morgan, miss me?” You asked her as she hugged your legs, keeping you from moving as Peter walked over.

He put his hand on your back to get your attention. “I’m gonna go find Aunt May.” He said as you nodded, letting him kiss your cheek as he left.

Pepper just grinned at you as you avoided her smirk. “So you and Peter, huh?”

“I don’t want to have this conversation right now Pep.” You blushed as Pepper nodded, not saying anything more as you all headed to the car outside.

“I always thought you two would be cute together.”

“PEPPER!” You pleaded as she put her hands up in surrender before putting Morgan in the car. You glanced to your side, seeing Peter and May hugging as she waved behind his back. You gave the woman a smile, returning the wave before Peter and her got in their car and you got in yours.

You barely got back to the tower before Peter was texting you.

Peter: so I just remembered I still have to have the talk with May and Happy...

Peter: wish me luck

You giggled, tapping Happys shoulder to get his attention. “Are you busy after this?”

“Uh, no I don’t think so, why?”

You just smirked, patting his shoulder as talking your spot again. “Stop by Peters.”

Happys face fell at your comment, looking in the mirror as you texted Peter.

Y/N: I just told Happy to stop by. Good luck spidey 🕷

Peter texted back, telling you he promised to take MJ for a spider swing later since she had been bugging him since she figured it out.

You finally rolled up to the newly constructed tower, biding Happy goodbye (and good luck) as you sent him on his way to Pete’s.

You made your way up the tower, stopping to say hi to anyone you saw before you finally made it to the living room.

You jumped onto the couch, turning the TV for background music as Morgan came into the room.

“I missed you, Miss Morgan.” You told her as she jumped onto your lap.

“Just don’t leave next time.” She began to play with your hair, as she sat in your lap. “Can I braid it?”

You nodded, moving to prop yourself up on the couch arm and letting Morgan stand behind you, pulling your hair out of the messy bun you had it in so she could braid it.

“Promise you won’t pull?” You asked her, flipping open your sketch book as you turned to look at her.

She gave you a cheeky smile. “Promise!” You went back to your sketches, feeling Morgan run her hands through your hair. Occasionally she’d pull it, but then she’d apologize and giggle.

Your phone had chimed so Morgan grabbed it off the coffee table for you having seen Peters name pop up. “Thanks Mo.” you said as you pulled the selfie Peter sent you.

It was of him flipping through the air on his way to pick up MJ. You couldn’t help but smile at your dork of a boyfriend.

Y/N: Don’t text while flying ❤���

“He’s whipped.” Morgan said as your jaw dropped open, looking back at your younger sister. Morgan just gave you her little 5 year old smirk as she leaned on the arm of the couch.

“He is not! And how do you even know what that means?!” You shouted as Morgan just laughed with a shrug.

“Mommy told me Daddy was whipped when they first started dating.” Again your mouth hit the floor before you started to laugh controllably.

“Pep!” You shouted as you pulled Morgan into your lap, your art book and braid long forgotten as you tickled her sides.

“What’s going on in here?” Pepper asked when she saw the two of you on the couch, Morgan’s face beat red as she barely tried to get you to stop through her laughs.

“You told her what whipped means?” You asked the woman as you and Morgan calmed down, big smiles on both of your faces.

“Oh please, she figured it out herself.” Pepper told you as you turned to look at Morgan who covered her face with your sweater.

“You liar.” You teased, poking her in the ribs softly as she squirmed. Pepper couldn’t help but smile as she watched you, knowing that if Tony was here he would love the sight of his girls together. She pushed away the thoughts of Tony before the TV caught her eye.

“Y/N.” She spoke barely loud enough to get your attention as she grabbed the remote off the table, turning up the volume. “Y/N!”

Your ringtone went off as you grabbed it, seeing Peters name and answering as you looked towards Pepper.

“Y/N, turn on the news!” Peter screamed into the phone as Pepper pointed towards the TV, bringing a hand up to her mouth to cover it as Morgan shouted Peter.

You were very confused as you stayed on the phone with Peter, hearing Morgan tell his name, and seeing Peppers reaction while you looked towards the TV.

“Peter!” Morgan yelled once again as you dropped the phone on the carpet. Peter’s school picture popped on the screen along with the words ‘Spider-Man’s identity revealed’. You scrabbled to grab your phone, standing up and knocking Morgan off your lap as you spoke into it.

“What the fu-“

A/N: There is one more part and I’ll probably post it tomorrow just to finish this series before the New Years! I actually wrote the next part before this one so I’m officially done writing this series and I’m so sad! I’ve had such a fun time with this series in particular just because the movie was so amazing and Peter Parker is just so perfect.

Let me know what you think!

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[cornholio4]

Saltinette Aftermath: Luka’s Date

Author’s note: uploading this here. This was a sequel to Saltinette by Freedom-Shamrock written with permission.

Juleka had wished things had been better as of late. Ever since Lila had returned to class; things had been sort of tense when it came to Marinette. While Lila wowed them of her stories of the celebrities that she had met; Marinette kept insisting she had to be lying but everyone started glaring at her and ignoring her.

There was an incident where she got out of the bathroom shaking out and claimed that she was almost Akumatized; Juleka had been concerned but Lila had suggested she was lying for attention and everyone was back to glaring at her.

Juleka was not so sure about alienating her (plus feeling like she wanted to comfort her after she was shaken up) and so was Rose but Alya had told her that they were just giving Marinette some space so she could mellow out. She would apologise and things would get back to normal.

She was not so sure but she knew Alya was her best friend so she must know what she was talking about.

However soon enough Marinette was growing colder to them; when she was at her parents’ bakery at the counter she would leave as soon as spotting her or their classmates. She stopped appearing in class and they were growing concerned.

She didn’t answer any of their emails or phone calls. Asking her parents at the bakery would tell them that she actually switched schools and that she didn’t want to see them. They didn’t give any other answers; not even to the persistent Alya.

Juleka had started feeling a bit guilty and bad about this; while Rose was her best friend she believed that Marinette could be her second. She was not close to her the way Alya or even Nino was; but Juleka missed their class’ everyday Ladybug as she was the one who always ended up helping others if they needed it.

She went out of her way to make sure Juleka was seen in the class photo; it was starting not to feel like distancing themselves of her jsut because of a disagreement with Lila.

Juleka could not bring herself to be as excited about Lila and her stories as before and the same as her classmates; they wanted Marinette to come back and enjoy themselves together.

But the night of her brother Luka in a music competition hosted by Jagged Stone himself was anticipated by herself and her classmates; she would be watching at home on her TV with their mum and her fingers crossed that Luka would win in front of all of France. Sure enough he did and performed with Jagged Stone himself.

She was excited and her mother was now dancing all around the houseboat in celebration. She saw Luka seen with his classmates and friends Alan, Jess and........... Marinette? She was stunned to see Marinette there looking happier than she had been in a long while.

Luka did her that he was going with his friends from his class and he did go to an art academy and being the designer that she was; Marinette would feel at home there. Still; surely Luka would have told her that she was now in his class.

But as she watched the interview Jagged had with Nadja Chamack and he offhandedly mentioned never having had a cat; there was now some doubt as the stories Lila has been telling them. Then she remembered Jagged pointing out that Marinete has designed one of his album covers and she did knew beforehand that she had done so; it then hit her....

Marinette did know Jagged so of course she may know if he had a cat or not; plus he had Fang so having him and a cat as pets would not be a good combination.

She felt like a fool after this.

In the morning when she saw Luka she went up to him, “Marinette is in your class.” She had told him; it being a statement and not a question. Luka had sighed and shook his head. “Did Marinette ask you not to say?” Juleka asked feeling sad.

“I wanted to respect her decision and she was in a bad place when she came to my class; we got her to open up. She admitted she didn’t want to see anyone from your class at the moment; she said she would kick them in the teeth if she did.” Luka told her sheepishly and Juleka felt sad at this.

It was probably an exaggeration; Marinette was not only so nice (too bad they didn’t repay her kindness by being there when she needed them too) but non violent even when she confronted Chloe.

Juleka truly didn’t believe Marinette could get violent or physical if she tried to; it was the main reason she would stop entertaining the idea of her actually being Ladybug when it popped in her head. She was certainly heroic enough to be a Superhero but she could never be a fighter.

Besides she was there with the Class when Ladybug appeared to stop Alix when she became Timebreaker.

“I have been a bad friend, haven’t I?” Juleka asked with tears in her eye and Luka held her in a hug. He did his best to comfort her and when Juleka calmed down she asked “I know Marinette doesn’t want to see any of us, but can you at least tell her that I’m sorry and that I hope she’s happy now?” Luka gave a smile and told her that he will do so.

Later she had met up with Rose who could not stop talking about seeing Marinette with her brother all over Social Media. Alya had gone to them with Mylene and Alix at her tail.

“Did you know my best friend was hanging out with your brother? Have you been hanging out with her behind our backs?” Alya had demanded and Juleka tried to tell her that she didn’t know about any of this.

“Please don’t badger Juleka like that.” Rose had told her and Alya calmed down a bit.

“Well Juleka, you think you can tell your brother to set us up to see Marinette?” Alya asked and Juleka just gave a shake of the head. “What do you mean no? I need to see my BFF more than ever and your brother is my best chance to do so!” Alya had told her with a glare but Juleka stuck to her guns.

“Marinette doesn’t want to see us, we can start being good friends to her again by respecting her decision. I will be asking Luka if you or anyone else have been hounding him about Marinette.” Juleka told her surprising even herself with how bold she was.

At the next school day everyone looked to Lila (she had been ignoring calls and emails since the finals of the competition) as she took her seat looking angry; it seemed that she was upset about the news of Marinette being seen on social media and the news; she tried to give excuses to the barrage of questions.

Finally she snapped as she shouted out “even when the stupid goody good is out of my class; you still make it about her! Do you know how annoying it is muttering about her not being here and she has to go and tell Jagged to tell me off in that stupid interview; as if I was supposed to know she actually knew him! I was starting to wonder if it was worth driving her away from all of you idiots!”

There was silence as Lila quickly realised what she had said and paled; she tried to stammer but everyone began glaring at her as her words sunk in. She was the new pariah in the class and soon enough the entire school.

When Adrien came in he was angry at everyone and took Marinette’s old seat at the back and was cold to just about everyone; even a bit angry at Nino. Juleka was angry at everyone including Lila and especially herself.

If only she had spoken up when she had suspicions.

A month and passed since the competition and the class were basically trying to get on with their lives while dealing with their own guilt (plus ignoring Lila who was blaming Marinette for her predicament and could be heard muttering how was it that she ended up losing when it looked like she had won); Alya basically kept trying to see if she could find Marinette in their usual hang out spots. When she was not doing that Alya was finding it harder to run the Ladyblog; since it seemed like Ladybug was intentionally trying to get away from her wanting to do an interview.

It was a Friday evening and she was on the couch listening to her mother looking over Luka as he was actually going out on a date. Juleka gave a smile looking at her embarrassed older brother.

Juleka decided she wanted to go out to the top and see if she could spot who it was who was going out with her brother. Her eyes widened when she spotted someone on the street waiting in fancy new clothes; someone she had not seen in person for quite a long while.

She knew she should have stayed away but she could not help herself as she walked up to where Marinette was standing. Marinette jumped and was whispering to herself that she should have asked Luka to pick her up at the bakery.

She was a bit happy to learn that it was Marinette that Luka would be going out on this date with; truth be told when she learned that Luka was getting along with Marinette she was secretly excited. She liked seeing them together and though she did help Marinette on her attempts to act on her crush on Adrien; she secretly hoped she would go after her brother.

The idea of having Marinette as a sister in law appealed to her.

Speaking up she asked hesitantly “you’re not going to kick my teeth in, are you?” Mariette managed to let out a giggle. She was still certain that Marinette would not be able to back up that threat.

“Luka told you about that, didn’t he? I know you told him to tell me that you were sorry when he told me that you figured it out where I was going to school now.” Marinette responded looking nervous with a frown.

“And I truly am, for all the good saying it will do I am sorry. Sorry for not trying to give you the benefit of the doubt and sorry for not being there for you. I wouldn’t blame you if you don’t believe me if I say I was a bit concerned and suspicious of what we were doing.” Juleka told her and Marinette had a hint of a smile that disappeared.

“I do kind of miss you all but I still don’t think I am ready to face everyone just yet, still thanks for telling me.” Marinette admitted and Juleka could not blame her.

“Everyone else misses you as well; especially Alya.” Juleka decided to let her know; she was kind of dreading how she would react if she finds out she got to speak to Marinette.

“I would never have been able to tell with all the times I had to empty my spam folder on Alya’s emails alone.” Marinette decided to joke and Juleka gave a small bit of laughter. “Plus the fact that you all asked Cat Noir himself to come talk to me.” Marinette continued but Juleka looked dumbfounded.

“What do you mean? We never asked Cat Noir anything about talking to you; we didn’t even know if he did!” Juleka told her with wide eyes; the only person she could think of who would have a chance of talking to Cat Noir would have been Alya. Or it could be possible one of their classmates did so after they were Akumatized and asked them then if they were not to shaken up.

“Well I don’t know what to tell you, that’s what the Cat told me.” Marinette told her with a shrug, “Plus thanks Juleka for respecting my wishes on not wanting to see the class at the moment.” Marinette told her and Juleka gave a smile in return.

“So no threats on what you are going to do if I don’t treat your brother right?” Marinette asked and Juleka shook her head; she never had to worry about that as far as it being Marinette that she was talking about.

Juleka gave a wave as she got back to the houseboat as Luka walked past the entrance. Juleka told her brother to have fun as she could not help but watch with her mother as Luka and Marinette went on their date hand in hand.

Now that she knew that Marinette was happy and there was a chance of reconciling with her friend; she could continue on with her life. She wanted to tell the class did but knew it would not be a good idea; it would reveal that she actually got to talk with Marinette and they would mean having to face the ire of Alya.

[dejayoonw]

part 16 : tennis court | loser baby

drabble 

squad sneaks out

"my head's filling fast with the wicked games up in flames how can i fuck with the fun again when i'm known? and my boys trip me up with their heads again, loving them everything's cool when we're all in line for the throne." 

yn let out a breath of relief when she finally saw jimin's blonde hair over the hill, hoseok coming into view soon after. her adrenaline was through the roof from sneaking out and waiting for each of her friends to show up, but when the two boys took a little longer to show up yn found herself growing more anxious. the second his feet hit the tennis court yn was running over to jimin throwing her arms around him, giggling as they rejoined the group. yoongi's eyes hadn't left her frame since she snuck into his bunk to drag him on this ridiculous adventure. 

jin waved for everyone to quietly follow him as his seven younger classmates trailed behind him with curious eyes. taehyung and namjoon were clearly skeptical about all of it, but their natural curiosity had gotten the best of them. hoseok and jimin were on edge, mostly just afraid of someone getting mad at them but with yn's arms slung over each of their shoulders they followed along. jeongguk and yn shared the same excitement in their eyes as they always had when they'd sneak out as kids in high school. yoongi was indifferent, in one since he was happy to finally be included for the first time in all his six years at the school, he was thankful for yn for being the person to think of him, he was jealous because he couldn't tell what was going on with her and jimin and he was confused because he had no reason to be jealous.

"Oh Yoongi, Jimin has something for you." yn said pulling her friend back to match yoongi's slower pace. he was confused as jimin shyly smiled while he dug in his bag before pulling out a black knit sweater offering it over to him. 

"Um, thanks. What's it for?" he asked cautiously taking the sweater and looking back and forth between yn and jimin. 

"Well, I um, it's just you've been so nice to yn when no one else was and I just wanted to thank you. She's lucky to have a friend like you." yoongi felt worse and worse for feeling any kind of anger towards the younger boy the more he spoke. he should've known that his fidelis personality would have yoongi wanting to shoot himself from how teeth rottingly sweet he was. 

"He knitted that himself." yn said making yoongi's eyes go wide. 

"Yeah but it's not a big deal, you don't have to wear it if you don't like it. I also didn't know your measurements so I just guessed and it may not even fit so," yoongi cut jimin off by pulling the sweater over his t shirt even though it wasn't really cold out. the sleeves were a bit long, but overall the sweater fit him perfectly. 

"It's great, Jimin. Thank you." yoongi said nodding at him once. yn couldn't stop the smile working it's way up her face watching the two of them. jimin was always such a sweet person and more times than not people would take advantage of him. throughout their years as friends in high school yn often found herself in may fights over jimin. with her arm still around jimin's shoulder she flung the other one over yoongi's, pulling him closer to her while mouthing a silent thank you. he'd just made jimin's entire week with that one simple action and she couldn't be more thankful. 

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"Hey Seokjinnie, where exactly are we going?" yn asked from the end of the line where she and yoongi had been making jokes about the different people in their faction. it felt like they'd been walking for ages with jin and jeongguk at the front leading the way. 

"Well my impatient little angel, see for yourself." he said stopping on top of a hill. yn and yoongi finally caught up to the eldest boy taking in the view in front of them. yn had never been to the beach before though she'd never really cared all that much she couldn't deny how beautiful the moon was reflecting off of the sea. 

"What do you guys say we play a little football?" Jeongguk asked pulling the ball out of his bag with a smile on his face. his eyes landed on his best friend a competitive smirk taking over his face. 

"I call captain." yn said snatching the ball from his hands and running down to the beach. taehyung didn't miss the way yoongi's eyes followed her, nor did he miss the look of adoration clear in yoongi’s eyes. it was easy to see the way yoongi felt about his friend, though it wasn't entirely clear whether yoongi was aware of it himself or not. taehyung's hand fell onto yoongi's shoulder pulling him out of his daze, shooting him a knowing glance before heading down the hill onto the beach where everyone else was discussing the game already. 

"Jeongguk and Yn are captains, so you two can go ahead and pick your teammates then." Jin said laughing as the two immediately turned to each other to play rock paper scissors to see who would pick first. the pout on yn's face when jeongguk won the little game made yoongi's heart skip a beat and he glanced around quickly to make sure no one had noticed that time. just then his name was called catching his attention. yn had picked him first while jeongguk had chosen taehyung. they continued choosing until yn's team was made up of herself, yoongi, jimin and hoseok while the opposing team had jeongguk, taehyung, seokjin and namjoon.

"Look you guys! It's astus and fidelis against fortis and prudens!" jimin pointed out cheerily making yn smile fondly at him. the two teams got into their positions after going over the basic rules of the game. since he knew her, jimin was well aware of how serious yn would take the game. so when she tackled seokjin on the first play he was the only one on her team not shocked. 

"Whoa, hey! What's with the tackling?" Jeongguk asked, helping his friend up from the ground. 

"What? I just touched him and he fell over." yn said looking back at her teammates and his with the most innocent gaze she could force. yoongi was trying his best not to laugh at the entire situation when jeongguk took two long strides to his best friend. 

"Okay, you wanna play rough, we can play rough." he said towering over her like she was actually going to be scared. the two boys that knew them were unfazed by their antics but everyone else had mixed reactions of amusement and confusion. after switching the positions around so that jeongguk was blocking yn instead of seokjin the game went on, which mostly consisted of yn and jeongguk hitting each other a bunch of times, yn getting pantsed once and jeongguk's left shoe mysteriously flying off and into the water. in the end jeongguk's team won by two points. everyone had decided to hang out for just one more hour before heading back to the school. they's mostly split up, jeongguk and taehyung sneaking off somewhere while namjoon, jin and hoseok hunted for crabs. yn, jimin and yoongi decided to take a walk along the shore before settling on a spot to sit where the water would come up just enough to wet their feet every now and again.

"So this is your first trip to the beach then, how was it?" jimin asked yn, catching yoongi's attention. he hoped that she'd had fun and from the looks of it she had. 

"It was great. I'm glad you guys were with me. I don't think it would've been as fun if you weren't." yn said leaning over to rest her head on jimin's shoulder. yoongi still couldn't really figure out what the relationship between the two of them were and it was eating away at him with every interaction between the two.

"Are you guys dating?" ah word vomit, always there to save the day. yn's eyes almost popped out of her head at the question sitting up straight to make sure he wasn't joking. when she turned to jimin his expression almost matched hers but he had a light pink blush across his cheeks. 

"Are you serious? This is twice Yoongi, twice you've thought I was dating one of my best friends." yn snapped, not really angry with him but a little annoyed. 

"To be fair, you and jeongguk, assuming that's the other friend he thought you were dating, do sometimes act like a couple. I know that's just how you two are because I've known you for so long but to outsiders it's not as clear." jimin said, cowering slightly under yn's harsh gaze. "Us though? That one I don't get."

"Really? You guys are always touching and you call him cute all the time. Not to mention the sweater, which I love by the way, just for being nice to her. I'll admit with Jeongguk I didn't have any reason other than one oddly worded comment but you two, you've got chemistry out the ass." yn couldn't help but chuckle lightly at yoongi's reasons for thinking they were together. 

"I don't treat Jimin like that because I want to date him, I treat him like that because I want to protect him. Jimin is like a little brother to me, even though he's older." she told him, glancing over at her friend. to think when they first met she almost hated him.

"Yn's like my sister. I could never see myself dating her, not that she wouldn't be great for someone else." jimin quickly added hoping he hadn't offended her.

"Jiminie and I are too different." jimin nodded agreeing wholeheartedly. 

"Besides, I might like someone else." yn and yoongi's eyes followed jimin's gaze to the three boys hunting for crabs across the beach, both snapping their heads back around for answers.

[lucky-charmemes]

Musings - ML Secret Santa

AO3

This is my @mlsecretsanta gift for @cruria! You said you wanted fluff, family bonding, and a Kwami swap, and that you like Luka and Julerose, so here is a fic that features that! It’s not really a holiday fic, but I hope you like it :)

I’ve never written Luka or Juleka and it’s been ages since I’ve written for ml, so if they seem a little wonky or ooc that’s why (sorry). It did inspire me to start another fic though so hopefully this is the start of more ml fic from me and a better understanding of the characters!

~

Luka keeps an eye out for his sister at school. He tries not to make it obvious. He wouldn’t be doing Juleka any favors if any of her lingering bullies knew her brother was shadowing her, they’d find a way to take it out on her.

Most of them had disappeared over the years (or become her friend - what the hell did becoming Queen Bee do to Chloe?! She had become almost unrecognizable).

Luka watches a younger kid, eyes shining with innocence, trip over Chloe’s glittering boots and her responding snap that sent the little kid tearing away and won her disapproving glares from her surrounding classmates. Including Juleka.

Luka sighs to himself and shakes his head. Almost unrecognizable.

Another almost unrecognizable person these days is his very own sister. Juleka’s confidence levels have soared to new, unthinkable heights ever since…

Well, now that Luka thinks about it, ever since heroes and monsters made their home in Paris.

Interesting coincidence.

Everyone’s internal songs have shifted since magic manifested in Paris. Luka’s noticed a new abundance of minor keys, but also of courageous crescendos and uplifting swells. There may be villains in their beloved city, but there are also heroes.

He’s noticed the change in Juleka most of all.

Luka leans against the wall of the school, fingering his guitar case absentmindedly as he watches Rose make her way to the group. Immediately, Juleka’s entire essence brightens and almost unconsciously she shifts towards the pixie-haired girl. Rose beams at Juleka and his sister preens.

Seeing them together, it’s like a tuning fork turned against Luka’s sternum. It just feels right. They fit together.

He doesn’t understand it in the slightest, but he loves it. Luka’s no detective. He’s just happy his sister is happy.

—

When Anarka asked Luka to stop by a small, local grocery store after school, cheese was not at the top of his mental grocery list. It wasn’t even near the bottom. They don’t eat a lot of cheese, even for French people. He’s pretty sure they still have some brie left over from one of his mom’s fancier gigs.

Yet here Juleka stands, almost dwarfed by the cheese aisle. She’s staring at it, and the stiffness in her shoulders suggest she’s not comfortable here. Cheese like this cheese is rich people food, and they are in no way rich people.

Juleka reaches up onto her tiptoes and snags a couple rings of Camenbert. Out of all the cheeses she could suddenly take a liking to, Luka would prefer a lot of others over the stinkiest cheese in existence. He shrugs softly to himself as he selects the best heads of cauliflower. If stinky cheese makes Juleka happy, who is he to judge?

He does question, though.

—

Luka is on the deck of his boat, tuning his guitar before warm-up, when he meets Ladybird for the first time.

The quiet afternoon and soft pluck of the steel strings is cut by the whizz of a yo-yo, and a soft thump as the superhero lands on the deck in front of him.

“Hey, Ladybird,” Luka offers in way of greeting, a little breathless with surprise. But he shouldn’t be - with every passing day, it becomes more and more clear that Paris’ heroes are here to stay. “What’s up?”

She has a familiar aura, her song is similar to someone else Luka knows well; but he can’t place it.

“Hello!” Ladybird replies, as bright and chipper as she appears in every interview and video. She holds out her hands, and Luka gasps as his eyes catch on a familiar accessory, standing out against the red and black of Ladybird’s suit. “Juleka Couffaine lives here, right? I saved her from that akuma yesterday, one of her classmates, and she dropped this.”

Luka quickly but gently scoops the trinket out of Ladybird’s hands. “Thank you! She’s going to be so happy.”

Ladybird brightens at that, making Luka smile. Her familiar inner song brightens as well. It has undertones of heavy metal, which is a little weird, but Ladybird hates Hawk Moth with a vengeance, so Luka can understand it.

He would be surprised that a small, petite blonde girl has such a powerful inner song, but after Rose he knows looks don’t mean everything.

--

Why the heroes have come to frequent the Liberty’s deck, Luka has no idea.

But for some reason it seems to be a hot hangout spot of theirs.

Midnight Shadow, the cat to Ladybird’s bug, always flinches away at the sight of him. It bothers Luka. He doesn’t know why she’s always so panicked at the sight of him, but it feels like a punch in the gut every time this brave, courageous hero, who faces magical nightmare monsters on the daily, is scared of him. But ever so slowly, with gentle words and kind reassurances, as well as never pushing Midnight Shadow out of her comfort zone, the terrified gleam in her huge cat-like eyes slowly fades away visit after visit.

She reminds him a bit of Juleka, before her confidence started growing in spades recently, and not in a good way. He hopes some of Jules’ newfound confidence will rub off on her.

...But maybe, Luka ponders, it’s the other way around. After all, Juleka’s sudden confidence boost came only after heroes and villains appeared in Paris. Midnight Shadow is a superhero, with bravery levels some could only dream to reach. Maybe she isn’t as confident in day-to-day interactions as she is in front of akumas, but she does have a tremendous amount of courage. Maybe Midnight Shadow’s visits have done Juleka some good.

Most likely, it goes both ways. Or at least, that’s what Luka prefers to think. Because while he’s always done his best to be a good role model for Juleka and to make sure she knows that he’ll always be there for her if she needs him, she doesn’t share much. Luka respects her privacy. He won’t ask if she doesn’t bring it up.

Ladybird isn’t as jumpy and skittish as her partner, but she’s nervous all the same. Luka suspects it’s because she’s not technically supposed to be there. A hero befriending a civilian could put them in danger - at least, that was what Marinette said when it came up in conversation at a Kitty Section rehearsal. Luka’s not as passionate as Marinette, with all her fiery stubbornness, but he does worry. Especially since it’s his sister’s room they’re frequenting.

But also, Ladybird is well-known to be not only the friendlier of the two heroes by far, but to openly seek out civilians and engage them in conversation. She always comforts Hawk Moth’s victims after she deakumatizes them, and the press (when they’re not pushing for dramatic secrets) always trade their fake, polished smiles for real ones when interacting with the bubbly hero. Juleka’s classmate, Alya Cesaire, runs a blog dedicated to the superheroes, and she’s stated multiple times that she loves talking to Ladybird because she’s so genuine. (Not that she doesn’t love Midnight Shadow in all her mysteriousness, too.)

Luka does too, but that doesn’t mean he’s not curious about why Team Miraculous loves the Liberty, of all places.

Both heroes come because they hold some secret, just out of Luka’s grasp, close to their chest.

(He won’t press, though. Everyone deserves their privacy, and after everything they’ve done for the city they have his trust a thousand times over.)

--

Luka brings it up to Juleka one day as they watch snow fall onto the Liberty’s deck. He’s loathe to do so, because he doesn’t want to scare her with such a personal, sensitive subject, but he’s worried about his little sister. (And curious.)

“Jules?” Luka asks hesitantly.

“Hm?” she replies, catching a snowflake on her tongue and giggling. Luka’s insides warm at the sight of her happiness.

“Why do Midnight Shadow and Ladybird like to go to your room?”

She freezes and Luka immediately puts his hands up placatingly. “You don’t have to answer if you don’t want to. I’m just a little worried.”

Juleka bites her lip, as if considering something. She frowns; she stays silent for a long minute. “I’m sorry Luka, but it’s not something I’m ready to talk about.”

Luka lowers his hands and smiles gently at his sister. “That’s okay. I’m here when you’re ready, and if you’re never ready that’s okay too.”

Juleka nods, slowly, unsure. “Can I have a minute?”

“Of course,” Luka replies immediately, and swiftly heads down into the ship’s cabins. A couple minutes later, the soft sound of guitar chords rises from their room below, muffled by the ship’s architecture.

Juleka leans against the railing and slips off a glove, flinching slightly at the cold, to finger a silver ring.

Plagg slips out of her jacket and shivers. “Do you want to tell him?” the cat kwami asks, unusually subdued.

Juleka hums noncommittally. “I trust him. Maybe someday. Hopefully.”

Plagg comes to rest on his shoulder, rubbing against her cheek. Juleka leans into his warm, fuzzy body. She pokes his soft belly with a finger, laughing as he twirls quickly away from her in disgust.

He swirls around to rest in front of her again as she catches snowflakes on her tongue. “You know, you’re pretty lucky to have someone like that to look out for you.”

Juleka blinked. “I have Rose.”

Plagg shrugs. “Yeah, but Rose can’t always be there for you like he can. And Luka can’t always be there for you like Rose can. Not everyone gets that, ya know.”

Juleka smiles softly at her kwami. “You’re unusually wise today. Did you bodyswap with Tikki or something?”

Plagg snorts. “Nah, you’ll know when I start spouting nonsense about the delicacy of chocolate chip cookies. I still have one true love and that’s Camenbert.” He yawned, shrugging. “Call it a holiday miracle.”

Juleka smiles and shrugs. “All right,” she replied, never one of many words.

Plagg settles on her shoulder again, and they return to watching the snow as Luka’s music drifts in their ears. Paris shines in the grey light; windows glowing warmly golden in contrast to the white snow outside.

All is well.

[writinginthesparetime]

A place far away pt.4

pairing: actor!Park Haejin x student!reader

Warnings: famous!au ; college!au ; litte bit of swearing?

genre: fluff

Chapters: 1 - 2 - 3 - 5

(If needed I will add more warnings and upload the genre tags in next chapters)

Summary:

So that’s how all started.

It was a rainy day in Seoul and I was the new girl in town. Precisely the new girl in college, just moved from europe to study abroad.

How could i ever imagine?

A/n: I’m sorry it tooks so long for this chapter, I swear it will be worth it!

Plus it’s pretty long :) enjoy! :)

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“Wait a moment” Nana was drinking the biggest smoothies the cafeteria in the campus could sell. With tons of strawberries and pieces of banana on top. Nana was even able to get some cream in her nose, funny.

“Mmh.” I mumbled while sipping my coffee, my only drink. My existing was based on a diet of 3 coffee per day. At least.

“Are you sure that was the same guy?”

“Oh my God, yes Nana. We even talked about our weird casual meetings.”

“And he’s nice looking.”

“More like handsome.”

“But he’s older.”

“But he’s not married.” I said back and she laughed.

“So you did payed attention, eh.” She looked at me smiling.

Yes I did. I started staring at my own hands around the cup of coffee. His long and elegant hands weren’t wearing any rings, not couple ones neither marriages ones. He wasn’t wearing any bracelets or necklaces either.

“What is his name?”

Hae-jin.

Hae-jin was wearing only a watch.

“We didn’t introduced.” I hated lying but I couldn’t keep on daydreaming. Ok I saw this man twice, but Seoul was huge, and I was nothing.

“But you drank together, plus your last genius move to not stop right in front of the apartment is just ... epic. You smart.”

Nana got up and she started picking all her stuff.

“I’m not naive after all.” I already felt stupid to drink with him. I kept on saying it was fine, lying to myself. Not convincing at all.

“I got class now.” I said. “I’ll see you tonight?”

“How could we not meet in the hallway?”

We said goodbye to each other and I started walking towards the farthest building in the campus.

I ended up choosing the worst extra class ever: to get better final notes I simply chose the one with most credits. Of course I didn’t look just at this, but eventually decided considering my skills. I ended up attending a basic cooking class.

Since the college’s campus was divided by courses, the cooking class was in a different building, of course on the opposite side of campus. The only pro was the proximity to the actual exit.

I run into the room without double reading the signboard. I wasn’t the last student since many seats were empty. The room was pretty strange: half of it looked like a normal classroom, the other half looked like a restaurant kitchen.

I bowed at the teacher and sat down while he was starting his well prepared speech.

I spent the next hour taking notes about nutritional values, the healthiest diet and food’s qualities. I found my self looking out at the window quite often, the sun setting down slowly. I sighed.

Hae-jin.

The only clue about his life was his expensive watch and his dressing style.

I couldn’t help but keep on thinking about him.

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“And with this spice they made this colourful dust, something close to our modern eyeshadow. Women often used it in combination with some water, they created this paste which was easier to apply. That’s the first time they used colours on their eyes.”

The long awaiting sounding bell interrupted the teacher.

“You can find everything we said today on chapters 8, 9 and 10, please study for the next week.”

I slowly sank in the chair, tiredly massaging my right wrist. Finally the last hour of the last class of the first week.

I looked around and i could see only tired students taking too long to pack their stuff.

In that moment, I wished Nana could appeared and take me out of the room, and maybe buy me food. But I knew this couldn’t happen because she was already at home.

I picked up all my things, throwing them randomly inside my backpack and finally dragging me out of the room like a zombie.

And yet many girls were gathered chatting, someone being even too excited.

“What’s happening?” I asked to a classmate who stopped curiously too.

“Apparently in the afternoon someone famous came visiting the college. Rumours say could have been an idol.”

A girl started screaming at the word “idol”. Both me and the guy started giggling at her reaction.

But, heard the news, since I wasn’t interested in I decided to keep on being indifferent about this drama world and head home. I just wanted to go home before the sunset, finish studying early so I could have the weekend free to chill.

I had only one stop: the library.

I needed this book for Tuesday class. The lady at the desk didn’t even look at me when I stepped in, too busy reading a magazine.

I was one of the last students in there since all the tables, which usually are full of students studying, were empty. Apparently in South Korean you need to study hard, but not on Friday evenings.

I quickly found the right bookcase.

“Food encyclopaedia.” I whispered touching the shelf. “Food ency-“

I tapped on the right book happily, while another hand took it away from me.

I was shocked.

“I’m sorry I actually saw this first.” I said frowning, grabbing the book by one end.

“Y/n?”

This voice.

“Hae-jin?” I almost whispered. He smiled at me.

“How are you?” My sweet look met his. I could never be bored of admiring his beautiful face.

“Go-good. And y-you? What are you do-doing here?”

“Actually I’m her-“

He couldn’t end his sentence because he was interrupted by quick steps behind him.

“Hae-jin!” A girl showed up behind a bookcase. She was wearing a cute pink dress, she looked small and slim. The dress hugged her in all the right places and a hint of jealousy hit me. Black long hair framed her beautiful face. Two big green eyes looked at me.

“Hae-jin we have to go now.” She smiled at me, mocking.

Hae-jin turned at her, not smiling anymore. “Just a minute.”

“It doesn’t matter.” I blurted, taking the book from his hands. Hae-jin and the girl both looked at me confused. I quickly bowed and held the book closely.

“Goodbye.” I sounded so formal it hurted. I run away.

“Y/n!” I heard him calling me but I couldn’t turn back. I didn’t want to. Them talking behind me and then their steps walking away, that’s what I heard before leaving the library, the campus.

I let myself be overwhelmed by all the teens exiting the college, while my pace blent like other’s one. Even if it was past seven already, there still was some sunlight and the air was weirdly hot.

Maybe it was because of the mass of people. Maybe my suddenly too much wintery outfit. Maybe the run i just had. Or maybe it was because of this angry feelings I had on.

Angry for ... what?

Did I became jealous all of the sudden?

I slipped into a side small road to avoid the mass, pretty confident I could easily get lost.

Neon signs brightening shingles on the road and shopkeepers dodged me while picking the trash.

It wasn’t a pretty street, scented either. But I didn’t have plans on a better night too.

Once i got inside my room I started studying right away. It actually helped me ignoring my thoughts. So I could finally stop asking myself who was that girl with Hae-jin. Maybe just his sister.

I got interrupted by knocking at the door.

“Y/n I’m hungry.”

“Coming!” I quickly went open the door and I was surprised to see Nana holding a cup of instant noodles in one hand and soju bottles in the other.

“How was your first week?”

She sat on the floor, leaving her backpack beside her and starting eating noodles. I left myself fall next to her, laying my head onto the bed.

“How do you do this? How can you even study that much in so less time?”

“I’m revealing you a secret: we are all robots.” She fed me with some noodles.

“So I guess you have already finished.” I said sarcastically well knowing how much stuff we had to study.

“definitely not.” She laughed. “I’m planning on staying up.”

“But it’s already 10pm. I can’t believe I’m still doing this.” I sighed. I wasn’t prepared at all.

“Who said staying up studying? Of course we can, but we can chill too.” She proposed pointing at the alcohol.

“I accept, also because I think I could became crazy soon. Plus, I hoped the cooking class was just about, you know, cooking? Maybe some spaghetti and some pork? Could you imagine I had to study stuff too? Now I’m stuck learning the nutritional values.”

I opened two soju bottles and quickly sipped to one, ignoring every formality.

“Cheers uh.” Nana laughed at me. “At least you’ll know how unhealthy our diet is.” She then stretched forwards my desk reaching a pack of chips. “Mmh, spicy!”

We then ended noodles and started studying again, always with snacks around. And soju too.

“I have to copy these notes and I’m finally done.” Exclaimed Nana drinking, looking dizzy. “But I don’t think i can do this tonight.”

I looked at her, resting my face onto my hands. Suddenly it felt heavy, maybe I was tired. Maybe.

“Can you believe that with just a few classes we already talked about Egyptians and their makeup? I think we’ll end the program in a month.” I said looking apathetically at my notes.

“Do you know i like this chips flavour?” Nana said while eating it.

“What?”

“On the packaging there’s this famous actor i adore.”

“Again with k drama? It will hurt your heart.”

“Just because you never fell in love with a beautiful actor.” She said back, her tone slightly childish.

“I’m fine thank you. Unless he’s an eyeliner expert.” I watched her eating.

“It’s empty.” She got sad quickly, crumpled up the package and throwing it in the bin. “If we end up finishing the theory, we’ll have more time for practise.”

Nana then moved all our books aside and drank again.

“Cheers! For this amazing first week!” Nana touched my bottle laughing. We drank together the soju, alcohol almost over. She was so happy about the ‘ending the first week’ goal, definitely a symptom about being tipsy. “We even managed to study tonight, we aint lazy kiddos! We good!”

Ok no. Nana wasn’t just tipsy, she was drunk.

And I just kept feeling only dizzy, maybe because my mind was back on being busy thinking. About the meeting with Hae-jin, about that girl. Why was he on my campus? And who was she?

He never made me believe he was taken. Maybe she was just a casual lover? Or could I became one?

What? What was I thinking? Me, his lover?

I was definitely daydreaming. And it hurt. Because I could already tell I had a crush on this man. He was just being nice y/n, c’mon.

“Y/n -aaahhh! Why you aren’t listening to meee?” Nana crossed her arms and pouted.

“I’m not ignoring you. I was just thinking how stupid it is getting drunk in my dorm room, while we could doing this outside.”

“You’re right! We should head out and meet some boys!” She finished her soju. “Or some girls, you know.” She winked at me and tried to get up. She ended up just tripping and then clinging into the door’s frame to not fall.

“Where do you think you are going? I’m taking you to bed.”

I held Nana while dragging her to her room, leaving all the mess behind. I managed to let her sit on the floor while I slowly realised my legs were shaking too.

“Tomorrow I’ll take you out, a nice pub, it’s on me.”

“Yes Nana, you own me one.”

“Y/n -ah ...”

“Yes...” I was busy trying to help her get out her sweater. She took her socks off.

“I got that magazine you asked me, y/n-ah ...”

“Stop calling me like that.” She started waggling. I slapped my own cheeks trying to focus.

Get Nana in bed and then I could head to mine. Nothing more. Just needed to stay focused for a little more.

“Stay here.” She said laughing and leaned to her desk looking at a pile of magazines.

“I’m not going anywhere.” I mumbled leaning on the wall. I knew that if I sat down I wouldn’t be able to leave the room.

While waiting for Nana I realised that her room’s walls where filled with faces and posters. I blinked confused. “Wow there’s a lot of people.”

“Yes, Twice, Exo, BlackPink ...” she pointed at some faces. Definitely too drunk to walk, but not enough to mistake people. Nana finally sat on bed, the magazine she was looking for on her womb.

I felt so dizzy while closing the distance between me and her.

“Wow, and this man? A singer too?” I tried to distract her attention while I was lowering the sheets. I helped her getting in bed, Nana looked quickly at the poster close to her.

“That’s Park Hae-jin, an actor.”

“Ah.” I said. Absent minded. Took the magazine and watched her getting comfortable. “And him?”

“Kim Taehyung, BTS vocalist.” She looked at me with sparkling eyes. While I tugged her in she told me any infos about the boyband, needless to say I completely got lost after their stage names.

I waved at her and exited the room, and she was still going explaining me why he was her bias.

I locked me inside the room, undressing and throwing myself to bed. It only took the time to realise I was tired to fell asleep.

And I couldn’t even think about the fact that Hae-jin, Park Hae-jin was on a poster in Nana’s room.

[harbingerofchaosandorder]

Deku Origin Story

This is the first chapter of a fanfiction I’m writing over on Wattpad it’s BakuDeku/ Villiandeku/ UA villain rehab. I hope you guys enjoy and let me know what you think?

2 years ago 7th grade....

Midoriya: "Hey Kacchan could i talk to you alone"

Bakugo: " Fine nerd"

They walked out into the hallway away from all of their classmate. Izuku was standing with his back against the wall and his head staring at the ground trying to figure out the right worlds to say, Katsuki was facing him eyes glaring.

Bakugo: "Spit it out shitty Deku"

Midoriya: " I'm in love with you Kacchan, I always have been, I wanna be with you and us both be hero's together"

A single tear rolls down Izukus face, Katsuki just stares not knowing what to say his expression seemed to soften but Izuku couldn't see he was still staring at the ground.

The spiky haired blonde thought about what he just heard from the shorter green haired boy, its true hes always loved Izuku more than anything, But since he found out Izuku would never have a quirk he knew he couldn't give in to his feelings.

Not if he wanted to be the number one hero, He saw his feelings for Izuku as a weakness.

He didn't know what to do he was happy yet at the same time hurt, angry, a flood of emotions went through him and the only way he new how to handle it was to lash out on the boy he wanted more than anything.

Bakugo: " Ha you think I could ever love a shitty quirk-less deku like you"

As he started to walk away he could hear Izuku starting to cry, it hurt him so much.

He didn't want the other boy to love him anymore, He knew how it felt to hurt like that and if he couldn't stop how he felt he at least wanted the other boy to stop hurting.

" You know if you really want to be a hero that badly, there's actually another way. Just pray that you'll be born with a quirk in your next life and take a swan, dive off the roof of the building. "

He wanted Izuku to hate him, To be free of the feelings he had for him, Even if it hurt him.

School ended and on the way home Izuku was attacked by the Sludge Villain. All might swooped in and saved him Izuku being his biggest fan and after the day he had Needed to talk to him. After holding onto All Might when he took off he was flying threw the air when the mighty Golden haired hero noticed the small child he landed on top of a building.

All Might: "Not a very smart move. Bang on the door for a while, someone will let you in. Now I have to go, see you on the flip side".

Izuku: "Wait, not yet. One second".

All Might: "No, I don't have any time".

Izuku: " Wait, I HAVE TOO KNOW...Is it possible to become a hero even if I don't have a quirk?" " I'm a normal kid without any powers. Could I ever hope to be someone like you?"

All Might: "Without a quirk?" "Pro heroes are always having to risk their lives. Some villains just can't be bitten without powers". "So no, I honestly don't think you can be a hero without a quirk".

And with that all of Izukus hopes and dreams were gone.

He felt like maybe he should just kill him self take a swan dive just like kacchan said he should. After All Might left Izuku walked to the ledge and contemplated.

He stood there for 10 minutes lost in thought but was to scared to go through with it.

He went to the door and when finally someone came he just walked past them and kept going, He didn't know where he was walking he just continued on he didn't wanna go home he felt like a burden on his poor mother, a worthless loser at school. He felt like he had nothing to live for.

He eventually made his way into an alleyway, He'd been walking for hours it was already dark outside, He leaned against the cold brick wall of a run down building and sunk down to the ground his knees in his chest with his arms wrapped around his legs.

He took his phone out of his pocket to check the time it read 11:55. 'Huh' he thought to himself its almost midnight and still not a text from mom she must be working late to help support him. He hated how useless he felt and with that he threw his phone at the wall across from him. He curled up even tighter and started to cry.

After what felt like hours of him crying when its only been around 15 minutes he heard the voice of a boy " Hey whats wrong?" and then a females voice " Is he ok? Hes crying".

Izuku looked up to see a boy maybe 14? He had turquoise eyes, scars on his face and arms, piercings and spiky black hair, He was wearing a black hoodie with the words lowlife in red on it, black jeans and purple vans.

He then looked to his left and saw the girl now crouching next to him, She looked to be the same age as him 13. She had blonde hair in two messy buns, Yellow cat like eyes, She sported a big smile her fangs fully visible, She wore a beige cardigan with a blue skirt, blue knee highs and brown shoes.

Izuku was confused why were these two complete strangers asking if he was okay?

Toga:"Hi My names Himiko Togo but you can just call me Toga" she said with a giant grin and giggling.

Izuku: "My names Izuku but most people call me Deku" He looks back down at the ground trying not to start crying again.

Toga: " Doesn't that mean useless you don't look useless?"

Dabi: " Yea it doesn't look like theirs anything wrong with you so how can you be useless?" "I'm going by Dabi right now so that's what you can call me" he said smiling with a smirk reaching out a hand to Izuku " How bout we be friends?".

Toga: "Yay Yea lets be Dekkun" she starts screeching in excitement.

Izukus a little surprised by this no ones ever wanted to be friends with him.

Izuku:" You guys wouldn't wanna be friends with me sorry " with his eyes starting to fill with tears, Finally two people seemed to show interest in him and he knew it was just going go away when they found out the truth.

Dabi: " And whys that?" he asks while looking over to Toga who just shrugs and looks back at the green haired boy crying.

Izuku: "Because i don't have a quirk" he starts to shake going into one of his panic attacks as he braces for them to start laughing but to his surprise the taller boy sat down next to him and wrapped his arm around him.

"Why would that matter?" said Dabi and Toga in unison. Izuku looked up shocked hes never had anyone act this way towards him before.

Dabi: " You have a home Izuku?" looking down at the smaller boy arm still wrapped around him but now Izuku was holding onto it for what seemed like dear life

Izuku: "Not anymore" he said not wanting to go home and be a burden to his mother or the people around him anymore.

Toga and Dabi looked at each other and silently nodded knowing what to do.

Toga: " Dekkun come with us" she smiles at him "You can be apart of our family if you'd like"

Izuku: " What family" Izuku looked up shocked.

Dabi: "A family of misfit" dabi chuckled "People that everyone else has given up on" grabbing Izukus hand.

In that moment Izuku felt safe and wanted two things he hasn't felt like that in along time. He weakly smiled at the two other teens and says "Okay" and with that the three stood up and walked down the alley.

After around 15 minutes of walking they got to what looked like a door behind an abandoned building.

Toga puts a pass code into a little number pad next to the door after a few seconds it unlocks, I follow them threw the door into what looks like a bar

There was a purple mist guy in a nice suit standing behind the bar polishing a glass, and a light blue haired guy who looked around 18 sitting at the bar watching TV.

When they noticed us walk in the Mist guy looked at Toga and Dabi and with a Serious tone said "Where Have you two been its past 1am" "That's no time for two teenagers to be running around the city what if the hero's saw you two".

" Sorry Kirigiri" The two whined in unison " We didn't mean to worry you" Toga squeals.

"Lay off them Kirigiri" the light blue hair man chuckles " It looks like they made a friend" He looks over to Izuku " Hi My names Tomura Shigaraki whats yours" he smiles lightly and tilts his head.

Izuku: "m,m,my names Iz-Izuku" the green hair boys looks down stuttering wasn't out of the ordinary for him but he didn't wanna look stupid in front of these people they where all being so kind and welcoming.

Tomura: " Nice to meet you Izuku what brings you to our home tonight, or should I say this morning"

Dabi: "He doesn't have any where to go Tomura" he answers for his new friend griping his hand knowing that the shorter boy was having a tough time.

Toga: " Yea Shigi, Dekkun said he wants to be apart of our family" she says in a hyperactive tone jumping up and down.

Tomura: " Is that right?" looking at Izuku.

Izuku: The younger boy Nods his head yes, "But i don't have a quirk, I'll understand if your don't want me. No one ever has"

Hes never felt this way around people before, Around his mom he felt like he was just burdening her even though he never said or showed that but he knew, and all the kids at school just hated him and treated him like trash.

But these people they excepted him, They wanted him. He could tell by how everyone looked that none of them where biologically related but the bond they all had looked stronger than any Biological family he's ever seen.

Tomura: " What does having a quirk have to do with being family?" He looks confused.

Toga: " Shigi we already told him that" grabbing on to Izukus other hand.

Izuku starts to tear up he doesn't know what he's done to deserve this.

Tomura: " Don't cry everything's gonna be alright"

Kirigiri: " Welcome to the family Izuku you can look at me like an uncle" "I'm Kirigir"

Tomura: " And you can look at Me and Dabi like older brothers and Toga like a sister" "You don't have to feel alone anymore"

Izukus now fully crying but these arnt tears of sadness they are tears of joy hes never has felt so cared for before.

Tomura: " Would you like to go meet the man whos like our father?"

Izuku shakes his head yes and follows Tomura threw the bar and down a few hallways until they get to a Big oak door, Tomura knocks on the door and it swings open. A mans voices comes from the door " Come in you two", As we enter the door Tomura introduces me to the man inside and then leaves so the two can talk alone.

Izuku and the man sit there for a few minutes before the man asks for Izuku to tell him is life story, Izuku gladly tells him everything that has lead him hear all the pain the suffering the heart break everything. Hes never felt cared about before and this man wanted to know everything about him it felt like he had a father finally.

After he finished telling the man everything he was shocked when the man said "Would you like to have a quirk?, If that will make you happy my quirk will let me give you one" "But even if you don't want one you will still be allowed to be apart of this family we will still get you everything you want and need" after hearing that he didn't need a second to think.

Izuku: " Yes, please Dad give me a quirk".