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aressss1 · 3 years ago

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The Siren’s Song

(Technoblade x Reader)

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A/N: Mentions of drowning

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Death was the taste of sea salt on his tongue, lungs filled to the brim with water, and nothing but the crashing waves violently tossing to and fro around him. His body felt sluggish, as he fought to drift up to the top. The sunlight hit the water, and that was his goal, to reach with his bound hands toward the glistening water that looked oh so inviting. Maybe if he had tried harder, he could have gotten there. But the sea… It wasn’t merciful, it didn’t have ears that he could sweet talk. No eyes that he could use his good looks on to charm. The sea was far more powerful than any mere man or woman. But the sea, cannot control those who live in it.

An enemy, and a feared one to be sure… Just happened upon the scene, wrinkling your nose in disdain at the hybrid in your territory. A tune emitting from your throat, as you circled his body. Long pink hair flowed around his form, acting as a curtain to hide his face from you. You pushed his hair from his face, your eyes meeting the most beautiful dull and lifeless golden eyes. His battle worn face told you tales, and you cupped both sides of his face, your thumbs running over past scars. He had seen many battles… Only for the sea to claim him. It was a shame really.

Oh, what fun the two of you could have had… Would he have been prone to crash his ship at the sound of your song? Questions flew through your mind, and before you knew it… You had your arms around his waist hoisting him to the surface of the very sea who had extinguished his flame. The curiosity was too much. The waves did not favor your actions, as if Poseidon himself made his thoughts clear to you. There wasn’t any sort of land near here, just ocean rocks that jutted up toward the sky. One of those would have to do. You dragged his body to the flattest rock you could find.

You lean over his body, tilting his face to get a good view of him. You had seen the process to saving a drowned man, when you had successfully charmed a ship captain and his crew. You just push on the chest and give him a kiss… Right…? Thoughts about the kiss had you humming in nervousness, the sound echoing around you.

Your hands snaked up to his chest, one hand over the other and you pushed on his chest repeatedly. Until it came time to give him the “kiss”. You hesitated over his face, lips just inches from his. Your necklace hanging down from your neck pooling at his chest. You were about to press your lips to his, unsure if this was helping. You could have sworn that you were doing everything right, just like the humans from before. You felt his chest seize up making you back away unsure of what was happening, and he sputtered up water. He was coughing… He was coughing! The action making a joyful note rise from you. You had done it!

He turned on his side, coughing up everything from his lungs. You watched him curiously, as he regained consciousness. His eyes searched the sky, before they fell upon you. He watched you in a daze, eyes studying your every feature. He was surprisingly calm.

“I see you’re no angel,” His voice was raspy, as he used his bound hands to push himself up into a sitting position, “So tell me demon, what have I done to be put in this fresh hell with you.” His words were cold, and you found yourself laughing. He was going to be so much fun.

“Strong words for someone who just saved your life.” Your smirk irritated him, as he used the sharp rock to break the bonds around his wrists. He rubbed at the red marks irritating his skin once he was done.

“I don’t appreciate a temptress playing with her food.” His voice was gruff, as he took a handful of his hair and started ringing it out the water splattering on the rock below. An amused hum rang out, and you reveled in the look he gave you, his eyes softened at the sound of your voice, and he leaned forward toward you. As soon as your hum stopped his face, contorted into a sneer. “The only reason I haven’t killed you yet, is because you brought me here.” His words sparked something in your chest, “Don’t push it.”

You fiddled with your necklace, it was just an ordinary shell, but it was something your own mother had given you before she turned into seafoam. He watched you like a hawk, as he got his bearings.

“You should leave,” His monotone voice sounded out, “my kindness for you saving me, is me not killing you like the monster you are.” His tone was a warning, one you didn’t listen to. Your song came forth as you leaned forward. This was just a little test. A test to see what he would do, how he would fare against your song. There was that look of adoration in his eyes, masking his real thoughts. Your hand cupped his face as you sang to him. He definitely struggled. You didn’t want it to end… Wishing he would look at you like that when you didn’t sing…

You other hand slipped into his pocket, grabbing his compass. Nothing but a momento, to remember this hybrid by. Hoping your paths would cross once more, you hold the compass close to your heart, as you stop your song.

“Give that back.” He sounded angry once he regained his own thoughts. His hand swiped at you, catching your necklace. It was too late… You launched yourself backward into the sea, watching the necklace snap and fall away from you. You had his compass, and he had your necklace… You felt the familiarity of the ocean around you and you looked up at the rock where he lay, only to see him peering down at you, necklace still in his hand.

You had to get that necklace back at all costs. You grit your teeth and you settled for waiting him out, until he slept. He had no way off of the rock he was currently on. It was nothing but a barren piece of stone. You took a look at his golden compass, on it was a rough engravement of the name Philza. You could tell it was enchanted, probably bound with another compass, made sense seeing as it didn’t point north, and it fluctuated here and there. Enchanted items like these weren’t easy to get so you knew he would be looking to get it back.

You waited for him to fall asleep… But the only trouble was that… He never fell asleep. When the world grew dark and the waves seemed to calm you broke through the water, your eyes watching him. You could sing to him until you got your necklace back. When you tried… You found he had torn a piece of his clothing, making earplugs… When he noticed you, he stood, just staring you down. He held out your necklace in a taunting manner, challenging you with his eyes. You knew better than to challenge a man who stood on any type of land… No… Your best bet was to charm him into the sea. Into your own territory. It’s what you did best… You know… When they didn’t have earplugs.

You figured he had to sleep at some point, he couldn’t keep going like this. So, you watched him, as he fought to keep himself upright in his sitting position, fighting crashing waves that tried to carry him off to sea when the ocean was being relentless. He went for three days, no food, no sleep, no water. He stayed in the blistering sun, made it through the cold nights. You knew he wasn’t exactly human. So… What was he?

“Soon may the Wellerman come, to bring us sugar and tea and rum. One day, when the tonguing is done, we'll take our leave and go.” He sung on the third night, you wished to rise and sing with him, not to charm him or anything… But you never had anyone to sing with… That seemed to be the sirens curse. The curse of never finding someone to sing your song with.

You watched him play with your necklace, his exhausted eyes looking over the shell… His eyes scanning the horizon, possibly for a ship… Or maybe just to look for you. You hoped it was the latter. He leaned his head back upon the rock, his eyes fluttering shut. You waited a few minutes, watching his still form. The necklace still in his hand. Now could be your chance! You swam as quickly and quietly as you could to the edge of the rock, reaching for the necklace in his hand.

“Aren’t you a brave one?” His sudden voice made a surprised hum rip from your throat. He pulled the necklace back. “I’ll tell you what… Give me the compass and I’ll give you your necklace.” You thought about it… That necklace was everything to you… But if you gave him the compass back… Well then… The game would be over. What fun was that?

“You thought it was just going to be that easy?” You taunted, a playful sound echoed around you, not that it affected him. It annoyed you that all he had to do was muffle your song, and he wouldn’t be affected.

“I could just break it…” His hold on the shell tightened. You shot him a dirty look. “Shells break really easily; all I would have to do is squeeze…” You found yourself reaching for the necklace before you could stop yourself. His hand caught your wrist. Luckily, you let the compass sink into the water before he pulled you up, you landed on his chest, his hold on you didn’t falter. “Or I could just break you. I bet you would break just as easily, demon.” You scrambled away from him, his hold still on your wrist.

“Let me go,” Your song sounded from your throat in a menacing manner.

“Not until, you give me the compass back.” He grit his teeth, as his hold on you got tighter.

“It’s at the bottom of the ocean, you’re more than welcome to go get it.” You taunted him, tugging at your arm to no avail.

“What do you even want with a compass?” He hissed through his teeth, he looked like he was done playing your games. You didn’t answer him, the feeling of his skin on yours was too much to bear. He dismissed your silence, his eyes meeting yours. “I do not forget, the faces of those who have helped me, and that is still the only reason why you haven’t turned into seafoam.”

“Or is it just the fact that your strength is leaving your body by the moment.” You hissed; your other hand snaked around the hand on your wrist. You cursed the fact that he had hybrid strength over you. Pulling humans into the sea was definitely easier. “Or…” You had an idea… “Is it something else?” You gave him a sultry look, as the end of your tail flipped to and fro. Your hand caressed up his arm up to his shoulder, face inching forward, threatening to capture him in a kiss.

“What-” You didn’t give him time to finish his sentence, you pressed forward, slotting your lips with his. Happy hums emitted from you; this was the most whole you had felt in a long time. Your hand came to cup his cheek, when you felt him relax into the kiss is when you took your shot. You grabbed at the piece of cloth in his ear, effectively enrapturing him in your low hums. His hands now roamed your body, and if you weren’t so preoccupied with Techno… Maybe you would have seen the ship with the crew searching for the very man you were kissing, behind you.

“Ready the harpoons, we’re going fishing tonight boys.” Philza, one of the more well-known pirate captains to sail the seas, spotted the two of you through his spyglass. Signaling the crew to put in their earplugs, he looked back through the spy glass once more. They just had to get closer. What Phil wanted to find out was why Techno was grabbing a siren by the wrist, and not killing the demon. What had happened here? When their ship had gotten closer, he saw you kiss Techno, and he knew he had to act now, or Techno would be lost.

It wasn’t long before you heard an anchor lowering in the distance. You broke away from his kiss, turning your face toward the boat you were met with the sight of a blond man with wings standing on the bow of a ship… A harpoon in his hand… You grabbed ahold of the hybrid’s shirt pulling him back toward the water with you. Unluckily for you, pain erupted in your shoulder, as his harpoon was launched into your back, causing you to screech in pain. The man in front of you took a second to come out his daze.

You didn’t wait around to be impaled again. You launched yourself back into the water, evading the bullets that the crew shot into the water. The water turned red as you swam as fast as you could to the ocean floor. They wouldn’t follow you that deep… But now… Your mission to get your necklace back had failed, you miserably patched yourself up. Cursing the fact that you got too carried away… Your thoughts resting on the compass… If you could find that compass, you could get your necklace back that way… Assuming he still had it.

Searching the ocean floor seemed to take forever, seeing as you were still wounded. But when you finally found it, you let out a hum of happiness, clutching it to your chest. You were going to get your necklace back no matter what, you kept telling yourself that anyway… There was no way you were just excited to see that handsome hybrid again… You shook your head at the thought as your eyes studied the arrow on the compass as it moved ever so slightly. You made your way back to the surface, your eyes scanning the horizon for his ship. Your heartbeat faster, when you saw him leaning on the back railing of the ship as it sailed away, watching the place he had been for the past three days. Maybe… It wasn’t all for the necklace…

He had seen you as you watched him leave, how could he have not? An unbelievable ache in his chest begged him to go back to you. Maybe it was the desire that your song brought on, still playing tricks on his mind. Your song, though beautiful, was sad… Lonely… He wanted to be over it, and yet he couldn’t. He saw your head duck below the waves, and he found himself unconsciously reaching for you… The action, causing him to sigh. He knew better than to give in to a temptress… But here he was, longing for your touch, to feel your skin under the pads of his fingertips again.

“Techno? Mate?” Phil knocked him from his thoughts, “let’s go talk about this in the captain’s quarters.” Knowing better than to argue, he followed Phil. Two meals have been prepared for the two of them, just waiting. He had been a starved man for the past three days, but he craved your touch more than any ounce of food. “You must be hungry…” Phil sat at his desk, motioning toward the food. Techno could only grunt as he took a seat. “Techno, what happened to you?” Phil asked as Techno took a bite out of the potato he was eating.

“Well, you saw me board that blasted ship, Phil.” Techno shrugged taking another bite, chuckling at Philza’s tired expression. “They swarmed me, tied me up and put me in their brig. When they were safe from you and your cannons, they made me walk the plank.” Phil could see the far away look in Techno’s eyes. “I think I wouldn’t be here if it weren’t for…”

“For?” Phil’s eyebrows shot up as he leaned forward clasping his hands together so he could rest his chin on his fingers.

“Nevermind that, I’m here now, that’s all that matters…” Techno busied himself with his plate.

“A toast to that mate.” Phil raised his glass, causing Techno to do the same. The creaking of wood as the ship rocked back and forth was deafening. Phil’s eyes spied his compass sitting on his desk… The compass bound to Techno’s… The arrow moved, fluctuating. Phil wasn’t stupid by any means, nor did he want to see his friend die to a siren… But Techno was acting different, something needed to be done, and he would give Techno that choice. When Phil was done with his supper, he stood, walking to where Techno was seated. Silently he left the compass next to Techno. “Techno, I’m taking a few days to myself. You’ll need to lead the crew while I’m gone. But you can’t do that without a compass.”

Techno gave a salute to his captain and oldest friend. A bracelet, with a shell hanging off of it, graced his wrist. Phil gave him a smirk and left the captains quarters. Leaving Techno alone to his thoughts. He could swear he could hear faint whispers of your song being carried over the wind. He sighed closing his eyes, tilting his head as if that would help him hear it. He knew he was being idiotic… But whether it was sound of the notes you made or the taste of your lips that made him crave your very being… He was going to find you… He was going to make sure of that.

#mcyt x reader #technoblade x reader #c!technoblade x reader #technoblade/reader #the sirens song #angst #enemies to lovers

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odos-bucket · 3 years ago

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Protective Batbros, a subsidiary of my Protective Batdad series

Tim is sitting alone.

It was something Dick had made note of shortly after arriving at the gala. There are people scattered around at various tables, but even more people milling about and socializing. Before he can do more than smile and nod to the newest Robin, a small group of WE investors draw his attention into a dull conversation.

Dick talks with them for a little while, then makes his rounds throughout the big hall, mingling with various acquaintances, and sampling some hors d’oeuvres. By the time he’s back to where he began, he notices that Tim is still sitting by himself. Or, he amends, maybe someone else has been by and gone again?

Tim ’s posture is perfectly straight, and he isn’t looking around. His expression is neutral, but not blank like he’s spacing out. There are appetizers on his plate that he clearly hasn’t touched. One of his hands is folded in his lap, the thumb of the other hand is rubbing methodically at the polished handle of a decorative spoon. Dick makes his way over to take the seat beside him.

“Heya, kiddo.”

“Dick!” Tim’s face lights up when he sees him, if only for a moment, which makes Dick’s heart light up as well, as he pulls the kid into a one armed hug.

He makes a brief mental note of how tightly Tim clings to him in return, then files the observation away to analyze later.

He doesn’t like how little they’ve seen Tim around the manor recently. His parents have been in town for the past week and a half, which throws a bit of a wrench into their nighttime escapades.

But it’s a good thing, he reminds himself. Tim doesn’t get to spend nearly enough time with his parents; it’s good that they’re around. Dick feels a little guilty for thinking of them as an inconvenience, even though he’s pretty sure Bruce does too.

Dick leans back into his own seat, but keeps an arm resting on the back of Tim’s.

“How’s it going?” He asks.

“Okay,” Tim says with a shrug, expression and posture already returned to their neutral state.

“Been kinda boring without you around this past week.”

“Yeah, sorry. My dad likes to know where I am.” He begins to rub his hands together, then seems to realize what he’s doing, and forces himself to return to the subtler motion of worrying at the silverware.

Dick nods, watching his hand.

“Must be nice having them around for a while.” He is being supportive. He needs to be supportive.

“I- yeah. It’s great…”

Dick looks at him with an open expression, waiting for some clarification.

“They’re not like around around,” Tim says. “They still work. But it’s nice when we get to have dinner together. And Mom says that maybe we can try to have a family game night before they have to leave again, if there’s time…”

Dick resists the urge to ask when that will be. Tim sees right through him.

“They’ll be leaving for Norway before the end of the month.”

Dick isn’t sure what the appropriate reaction to that is, and his expression sort of ends up stumbling into a grimace. He glances down to keep it concealed, and Tim is kind enough not to draw attention to it.

“I’m sorry they’re not staying longer. But it’ll be good to have you around again.”

Tim nods absently. An uncomfortable expression flits across his face, but vanishes quickly.

“Tim, are you feeling okay?”

At first he just gets a noncommittal noise in response to the question, then after a minute Tim wrinkles his nose, and glances around the room.

“It’s loud.”

Dick nods. He hadn’t really been attuned to the noise level himself. It wasn’t especially loud by Gotham aristocracy standards, but he could see how it might be annoying to someone who was bothered by that type of thing, or just wasn’t particularly used to it. Of course, Time would be used to it though, so that didn’t really factor in here.

“I might have some headphones in the car,” he offers. “They’re not noise cancelling, but they might help. Do you want me to go gram ‘em?”

Tim’s expression shifts, and he eyes Dick, like he’s trying to decipher something about him.

“This isn’t exactly an appropriate setting for headphone,” he says after a minute. “I don’t want to be disrespectful.”

“I don’t think anyone here who’s sober enough to notice whether or not you’re wearing headphones is going to feel slighted if you are.”

Tim shrugs stiffly. Dick glances to where his hand is still fidgeting with the flatware, and feels a spark of concern that he might just rub a hole into the pad of his thumb.

“Why don’t we step out for a sec?” He suggests.

“Because it would be rude?” Tim offers uncertainly, not picking up on the rhetorical nature of the question.

“Just for a minute,” Dick insists. He doesn’t like how uneasy Tim is here.

Tim glances around them cautiously, twitching slightly as the band hits a particularly high note, then turns his attention back to Dick and nods.

They head out through the front doors. And while a few people glance at them as they leave, no one hinders their exit.

Outside, Tim seems to finally notice the blister he’s been wearing into his thumb all evening.

“Does that hurt?” Dick asks.

He doesn’t get a response at first, as Tim is frowning down at the finger with apparently intense concentration.

“It’s ugly,” he says after a minute. “I used to pull at the skin around my nails. It never hurt badly, just looked weird.”

“I think Bruce keeps bandaids in the car. I’ll go grab you one.”

“That’s-“ Tim begins.

But Dick is already halfway down the wide outdoor staircase. He doesn’t want to leave Tim along for long if he’s been by himself all night, but figures he probably won’t miss much in the forty five seconds it should take him to get to the car and back.

He finds bandaids, and a set of earplugs in the glove compartment. As he dashes back to the main entrance, he acknowledging that the round trip may have taken closer to sixty five seconds, but figures that’s still pretty good.

When he gets to the top of the stairs Tim’s talking with a woman. Or rather, he’s holding very still and being talked at, by a very unhappy woman, who it takes Dick a moment to recognize as Janet Drake.

“-Don’t know what could possibly have made you think it was appropriate to come out here in the middle of a party. We came back to the table and you were gone! People were asking about you too, and what were we supposed to tell them?”

“Hi,” Dick interrupts, as loudly as he thinks he can get away with, and in a deliberately upbeat voice. “I’m so sorry! I had to get something from my car, and asked Tim to come keep me company. I thought we’d be back in before anyone had a chance to miss us.” He dips his head apologetically, and looks back up with a bashful grin.

Mrs. Drake seems completely caught off guard, looking rapidly between Dick and her son, whose gaze has been mostly focused on a spot behind her right ear. After a minute she manages to force some composure into her expression.

“It’s not that we mind you borrowing him, Mr. Grayson-Wayne. It’s just coming back to the table to find that he’s not there, you understand-“

Dick waves off the rushed explanation of her concern.

“I’m sorry to have worried you.”

She studies him for a minute. Dick isn’t sure what she’s looking for, or what she thinks she’s seeing. But he matches her scrutiny, and forces down the thought that he does not like this woman.

She looks away from him quickly enough, clearing her throat.

“Come, Timothy.”

Dick slips the bandaid and earplugs into Tim’s suit pocket as he follows them back inside, and squeezes his shoulder once there’s no longer a plausible reason for them to be going in the same direction.

He then proceeds to spend the rest of the evening maneuvering himself to keep the Drakes in the periphery of his line of sight, keeping an eye on his little brother. Because Tim can handle himself in this environment, but Dick knows he doesn’t like it, knows that all the sound and bright light gives him a headache. And they’re all a little nervous in crowds. And he knows intellectually that the chances of anything really bad happening tonight aren’t actually all that high. Even so, he needs to look out for Tim, because what if no one else is?

It’s almost too hard to think about. Dick has given himself permission to be a little overprotective, feeling like he has a pretty damn good reason to be. But the thing is, Tim’s not really supposed to need it. Not all the time. Not here. He has a family. Dick has always felt a little guilty for resenting them, but watching the Drake’s go the rest of the night without saying more than a stray word or two to their son makes him wonder if maybe he has the right.

He doesn’t know their situation, not really. But he knows what he sees and he doesn’t like it.

“Can we make sure Tim’s family’s at the same table as us the next time we have to go to one of these?” He asks Bruce later that night, asks as if they themselves aren’t already Tim’s family, even if it feels wrong to imply.

Bruce hums a distracted agreement, and Dick thinks he must see it too.

Not that it matters especially, but I kind of picture this happening in the same continuity as this story, but maybe a couple months beforehand (or maybe just a couple of weeks if you want the Drakes to be on the same visit).

Hope you enjoy!

#tim drake #dick grayson #batman #batfam #batfamily #robin #nightwing #my writing #bat bros #batbros #is that a tag?#I don't know #fanfiction

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your-denki-kun · 4 years ago

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Left Out

Katsuki x Izuku x Denki x Eijirou x Reader

Warning: angst, negative thoughts, mentioning of death

What: fluff, angst,

Word count: 3.2K+

A/N: OMG! I hit 50+ followers. Sorry for not updating for a bit. First were the holidays and after that was the start of school in which I had to find my way again. Anyway, this is a story in which you date the four wonderful guys, but they start excluding you.

~3rd person pov.~

It's been going on for a while now. At first you didn't notice that much, but as time passed you started noticing. First the obvious things, but soon also little things. How they would exclude you from time to time, how they didn't listen as attentively to you as to each other, how they would forget to text you and so on.

You knew that dating four males could cause problems, but you never thought they would start excluding you. Katsuki and Izuku grew up together and have always had a thing for one another. Eijirou and Denki were the best of friends before they started dating as well. Eijirou and Denki had started dating first, you joined, soon after Katsuki joined and not even a week later Izuku joined as well.

It had been awesome at the start. Sweet kisses, cuddles, hugs, praises, cute compliments, nicknames, the whole package. Now, after three years of dating however, things have changed. They barely call you nicknames and will call you by your full front name, they will cuddle up and forget you're there or they'll kiss each other, but not you.

You let it slide at first, figuring they were just busy with work, but after three full months that wasn't an option anymore, seeing as it only got worse. You're all heroes and have weird schedules, but it never bothered any of you in the beginning. Sighing you stare from the dinner table to them as they're all cuddled up on the couch and talking.

''Okay, so Saturday afternoon from three at the park.'' Eijirou concludes.

''Yeah. We'll all be free then until eight. So we can do something fun, eat in a restaurant and then Kacchan can go to work.'' Izuku smiles.

''You've always been one for planning, Bunny.'' Denki smiles at him.

''Thanks.''

You lay your head on the table as they go to talk about something else than their date next Saturday. You're free too, but they didn't ask if you wanted to come along, they never ask if you want to come along anymore. You feel your eyes tear up as the familiar feeling of loneliness and abandonment pools in your gut.

You release a shaky breath before getting up and walking upstairs. You walk into the bedroom you all share and look at it from the doorway. Slowly tears start spilling as you stumble over to the bed. As you're about to get in a thought crosses your mind. 'Maybe I should sleep in a guestroom, it's not like they want me anyway.'

You turn away from the bed and walk out of the room. You carefully walk over to the guestroom down the hall, not wanting to make a noise and alert the males downstairs. Well, it's not like they'll hear, but somewhere deep down you're still hoping they care. You open the door to the room and walk inside, closing it behind you before walking over to the bed and laying down.

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That Saturday you lay out four outfits, one for each boyfriend. While you put out the outfits tears keep falling from your eyes, but you just wipe them away and keep going. All of them have black skinny jeans. Katsuki has a black shirt with his skull for a top, Eijirou has a faded red, sleeveless hoodie, Denki has a yellow navel sweater and Izuku has a pastel green, oversized sweater.

Once you finish putting out the outfits you walk back over to the guestroom where you've been staying the past three days. As you close the door you can hear one of them entering the shared bedroom. You wipe at your eyes as a sniffle escapes you. You lay down on the bed on your back, staring at the ceiling as tears spill.

'Did they even notice that I haven't been sleeping in the same room as them? That I was the one to put out their clothes? Do they love me?' Thoughts like that keep running around in your mind, consuming you. The tears spill just a tad bit faster as the sniffles turn just that much louder. You can hear them walking around as you drown in sorrow.

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They came back late that day. Eijirou, Denki and Izuku had decided to go shopping after Katsuki left them for work. You heard them come home, listening to them happily talking about random things as they walk around the house. Sfter they all go to bed you hear Katsuki get home from a late shift before falling into an uneasy sleep.

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It's been weeks since that day and things like that kept happening. They've had four dates since that one in the span of seven weeks. Right now you're home alone, sitting on the couch, curled up in a corner as you watch TV. All of a sudden the house phone rings and you walk over to it, picking up.

''Hello. (y/n), speaking. What can I do for you?'' You ask softly.

''Hello, this is the hospital. We're calling to inform you that (family/member/name) is in the hospital in critical condition.'' A female voice says, sorrow lacing the words.

''W-Which hospital?'' You ask in a shaking voice.

''The one in Hosu.''

''I'm on my way.''

You hang up and scramble up to the shared room, putting on some pants and a sweater before running to get your keys, phone, wallet and earplugs. Once you have everything you put on your shoes and run out of the house, heading to the station to take a train to Hosu hospital. Once you arrive you speedwalk into the hospital.

''I'm here for (f/m/n).'' You heave as you try to catch your breath.

''Room 524.'' The female says.

You nod and walk over to the elevator. Once the doors open you walk inside and push the button for the fifth floor. The doors close and slowly it rises to the fifth floor. As the doors open again you speedwalk out and head to their room. As you see the door you open it without knocking and see them laying on the bed, skin pale, eyes empty and tired as they look weak.

''(f/m/n)...'' You whisper as you walk over to their bed.

''Hey little one.'' They say in a weak and trembling voice.

''What happened?'' You ask as you sit down on a chair beside the bed.

''I fell and broke some things. My weak body is getting weaker with the day, Honey. I don't think I have long left.'' They croak out.

''(f/m/n)....Don't say that.'' You whisper in a sad tone.

''It's the truth little one. Just, stay here for a bit and tell me some nice stories.'' They say.

You nod and start telling them stories of things that happened at work or things you read or saw on TV. They listen and ask a question every once in a while. You answer and just spend time with them until the doctor comes to tell you that visiting hours are over. You nod and say goodbye to your family memeber before leaving.

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For four weeks you go to the hospital whenever you can to spend time with them, wanting to make memories. Right now you're on your way to the hospital. An uneasy feeling pools in your stomach as you get closer and closer. As you're a few blocks away your phone starts ringing. Frowning you take your phone out of your pocket and pick up.

''Hello?'' You ask softly.

''I'm sorry, but (f/m/n) passed away.'' The same female from last time says.

Incoherent words leave you as you drop your phone. The screen breaks as it hits the ground. Tears well up in your eyes before they start streaming down your face uncontrollably. Sobs escape you as you turn around and start sprinting to Mina's house, sobbing all the way there. As soon as you arrive you frantically knock on the door, phone long forgotten on the sidewalk a few blocks from here.

''(y/n)?!'' Mina exclaims worried once she sees your sobbing form in front of her door. ''Oh my god! Come inside! What happened?!'' She asks as she ushers you inside.

You just sob as she guides you to the couch in her living room and sits you down. She hugs you as you sob into her shoulder, holding her tight as you break down. Mina rubs your back as she's left in shock and confusion. Never has she seen you like this before. As you start calming down after almost an hour you break the hug and wipe at your eyes.

''S-Sorry...I didn't know where else t-to go.'' You admit.

''Hey, it's okay. Can you explain what happened?'' Mina asks as she rubs your back.

''A few weeks ago I got a c-call from the hospital....(f/m/n) fell and got hurt....They've been there for four weeks. I-I was on my way there when I got a call......They passed away Mina...They're gone.'' You cry softly.

Mina's eyes widen as she wraps her arm around you and holds you close as you cry. She knows how important they were to you. You would often spend time there and they were always there for you when you needed someone. Slowly a frown makes it's way onto her face as she breaks her hug with you.

''You said you didn't know where else to go. Why didn't you go to Kiri, Baku, Mido or Kami?'' She asks.

''I.....I can't.'' You whisper, looking down at your lap.

''Why not? They love you.''

''They don't.....Not anymore.....They've been going on dates without me, don't call me by my nicknames anymore, I've been sleeping in the guestroom down the hall for eleven and a half weeks....They haven't noticed yet....They.......They forgot I exist.'' You cry as you hug yourself.

''(y/n).....I didn't know. I'm sorry.'' She says softly as she hug you.

''Why does everyone leave me?'' You sob as you hug her back.

''I don't know, but I won't leave you, ever. I promise. I'll always remember you and be here for you.'' She whispers as she plays with your hair.

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After spending the rest of the day at her house you head home, head hanging low as you're figure is slouched. While at Mina's place you called your boss to tell them you won't be coming in for a bit because of the passing of your family member. You unlock the front door and walk inside, closing the door and take off your shoes and coat.

You walk to the stairs, only to spot Izuku sitting on the couch by himself as he watches the news. You see your own face on TV, anouncing the break you'll be taking. Your eyes tear up as you remember how your day had started and walk upstairs and into the guestroom you've been making your own lately.

As you lay down on your bed you hear a knock on your door. You silently stare at it, to emotionally drained to care who's at the door and what their business is with you. After a bit another knock sounds before the door slowly opens. Izuku's head pokes into the room. As soon as his eyes land on you he opens the door fully and walks inside.

''(y/n)?'' He asks as he closes the door and walks over.

You blankly stare at him, tears falling from your eyes slowly. He sits down on the edge of the bed and looks at you with confused and sad eyes.

''What's going on? Why did you take a break? Did something happen? Is there anything you need? Can I get you anything? why are you crying?'' He keeps on rambling questions, hands flayling around.

''They died.'' You whisper, causing Izuku to freeze as he slowly looks at you.

''Who?'' He asks softly.

''For four weeks I've been visiting them whenever I can. I would tell them random things, keeping my mind off the inevitably. I got a call this morning...They died. Their body gave out. They're gone.'' You whisper as more tears spill and your lower lip trembles.

''Who died, (y/n)?'' Izuku asks worried.

''(f/m/n)...They're gone....Just like everyone else.....Everyone leaves me..Everyone.'' You whisper as you look away from him.

''We won't leave you.'' Izuku says, trying to comfort you.

''You've already left.''

''What?'' Izuku asks shocked, eyes widening as you slowly look at him.

''How long have you known I was in this room?'' You ask softly, tears slowly subsiding.

''Uhm, I heard you walk in before I went up.'' He says as he brings his hand up to his chin as he thinks.

''How long?'' You urge.

''A day?'' Izuku asks as he looks at you.

''Eleven and a half week.'' You state as his eyes widen.

''Why?'' He asks confused.

''Wight dates without me. No more nicknames. No more cuddles, kisses or affection. I haven't said a word in weeks to any of you. For so long....This has been going on for so long. You guys don't love me anymore. We're an odd number and I'm the one that's become the burden.'' You whisper, eyes glazing over.

''That's not true! We do love you. So much.'' Izuku says, voice a bit panicky.

''Don't lie!'' You bark.

''I'm not!''

''Yes you are! You all stopped loving me!'' You exclaim as you sit up in the bed.

''That's not true!'' Izuku says as the both of you get off the bed.

You shake your head in disbelieve as you walk out of the room, Izuku following after you as he calls out to you. You ignore him and walk into the kitchen, grabbing a glass of water to calm yourself. It doesn't work however as Izuku starts pushing the wrong buttons. All of a sudden your eyes snap up to meet his, yours burning as your grip around the glass tightens.

''STOP FUCKING LYING!! I'M SICK AND TIRED OF PEOPLE LYING TO ME!! I'M NOT A TOY!!'' You yell as you throw your glass against the wall behind Izuku.

Eijirou, Katsuki and Denki freeze in the hallway when they hear you yell and something shatter. They exchange glances before running over and into the kitchen. They see tears of frustration running down your face as Izuku stares at you wide-eyed, trying to say something but failing. Eijirou slowly walks over to you, hands outstretched.

''Hey, (y/n), calm down. Lets talk about this.'' Eijirou tries.

''FUCK OFF!! DON'T START CARING ABOUT ME NOW!! JUST LEAVE ME LIKE EVERYBODY ELSE!! LEAVE ME TO ROT AND COMPLETELY BREAK!!'' You yell.

''What the fuck are you yapping about?!'' Katsuki barks.

You stare at Katsuki with broken eyes as you fall silent, body shaking as tears keep streaming down your face. You open your mouth to say something, but nothing comes out. Denki slowly walks over and goes to stand a bit away from you, a sad look in his eyes as he scans you over, checking you.

''Pichu, hey, look at me please.'' Denki whispers to which you comply. ''You've been sleeping in the guestroom for a while now and I figured you needed some space, but it seems like I was wrong. What happened?''

You look at him and reach out for him, stumbling over and collapsing into his arms as you start sobbing uncontrollably. He wraps his arms around you as soon as the two of you touch and he cradles you in his arms, swaying from side to side as he whispers sweet nothings into your ear. The other three males look at the two of you with pained expressions.

''Shh, I've got you, Pichu, I've got you. Shh. Just let it out.'' He whispers.

As you calm down you cuddle up to him as you tighten your hold, burying your face in his chest. He rubs your back as he glances at the others.

''What happened, Sunshine?'' He asks softly as he looks back down at you.

''They died.'' You whisper.

''Who?''

''(f/m/n), they died today. (y/n) told me before.'' Izuku says, taking a step closer.

You tens up in Denki's hold at the mentioning of their name. He looks down at you as he buries his face in your hair, his hold tightening.

''I’m sorry, Pichu. I'm so sorry. They're in a better place now. It's okay.'' He whispers.

''Is that why you're being so bitchy?'' Katsuki asks as he cocks up an eyebrow and folds his arms in front of his chest.

You break your hug with Denki and take a few steps back, hugging yourself as you look at the ground. Your eyes are glossy as you fight your tears. Denki, Eijirou and Izuku look at you worried as Katsuki just stares at you, a naging feeling in his stomach telling him that something is wrong, very wrong. He hates the feeling.

''No.'' You whisper, holding yourself tighter.

''Than what the fuck happened to get you this fucking bitchy?'' He grumbles.

''You mean to tell me that no one else noticed, Pichu has been sleeping in the guestroom for over eleven weeks and that they don't talk to us anymore?'' Denki asks confused.

''What?'' Eijirou asks softly.

''They've been closing themselves off. I thought they might need some space, but I think that isn't true and that I made a mistake. How did you guys not notice this?''

''We've been busy at work...'' Izuku says softly.

''To busy to pay attention to one of our lovers?'' Denki asks surprised.

''Not like they're really present in conversations.'' Katsuki mumbles as he looks down at the ground.

''You aren't either unless you're mad, annoyed or angry.'' Denki deadpans.

''(y/n)....I'm sorry. Work has been hectic lately and I'm busy and stressed.'' Eijirou says as he walks closer to you.

''You guys went on eight dates since I've been sleeping in the guestroom. Eight and for each one I put out the outfits. No matter how sad it made me, no matter if it made me cry. I did it for you guys. I...I did groceries, did chores, cooked, everything. And I'm getting nothing. I'm giving you guys my all and I get nothing.'' You whisper softly, curling into yourself a bit.

''Pichu....'' Denki says softly.

''All my life I've been giving and giving and giving. Never did I receive anything. When we all got together I gave and gave and gave and got love in return. That's enough for me. A simple kiss, calling me a nickname, holding my hand, giving me a hug. That's all I ask, not even all, one thing is enough....I ain't getting that no more.''

''I'm sorry, Pichu. I really thought you needed some time for yourself. I should've asked if that was why you went to sleep in the guestroom and got so distance and silent. And I know that's easy talking after it happened, but I really am sorry.'' Denki says as he moves closer to you.

''I forgive you, just don't do this again, Denks, please.'' You whimper.

''I won't, Pichu, I promise.'' He smiles as he hugs you.

You hug him back and cuddle up to him.

''I'm sorry too, Pebble....I...I should have payed more attention to all of you. I should have noticed that one of my favorite cuddle buddies wasn't there. I'm so, so sorry, Pebble. I really am.''

You glance at Eijirou and nod, reaching one hand out to him. He smiles and takes it, walking over. He plants a kiss on your head as he joins the hug.

''I'm sorry too, Puppy...I should have payed more attention to you.'' Izuku whispers.

You silently reach out to him and he takes your hand in his, joining the hug as well. After about two minutes all of you turn to look at Katsuki with sad, pleading eyes. He grumbles something under his breath and walks over, pulling you away from the others and into his chest. He wraps his arms around you and holds you tight.

''Sorry.'' He whispers.

You hug him tight in respons, the others joining with a smile. After a bit you all break the hug, Katsuki stating that it's enough affection for him at once. You all laugh at his antics as you plant a kiss on his cheek. Denki wraps his arms around your waist as he rests his head on your shoulder. You lean back against him and place your hand over his.

''I love you guys.'' You smile as you close your eyes.

''We love you too, Pichu/Pebble/Puppy/Teddy bear.''

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angelsfalling16 · 3 years ago

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Love Unspoken

I finally got around to editing this, and I’m excited to finally be sharing it!! This isn't what I usually write, but I really like this ship and enjoyed writing this. I hope you all like it, too!

Ship: TamaKyo

Rating: Teen

Summary: While staying in Nekozawa's mansion for the night, Tamaki walks in to find Kyoya and Haruhi together in Kyoya's room. He has a hard time putting into words what why he's so upset, but Kyoya understands anyway.

Read it on ao3

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Tamaki hesitates outside the door to Kyoya’s room for the night. He can’t just enter in the hopes that Kyoya will be happy to see him; he has to have a reason to be there.

He knows that they were just with each other, having left dinner to head to bed together – well, not together but at the same time. Gah, he’s never felt this flustered by the thought of seeing Kyoya. He is unsure what to do.

Well, he is a little sore from spending too much time out in the sun, so he could use some lotion. (Nevermind the fact that he has some of his own back in his own room.)

With a deep breath, he knocks twice. He doesn’t wait for an answer because he knows it will give him plenty of time to chicken out and go running off. Normally, that would be very unlike him, but when it comes to Kyoya, nothing is normal. Tamaki doesn’t have to put up an act around him; he can just be himself, and Kyoya welcomes it.

“Hey, Kyoya,” Tamaki says as he pushes open the door. “Do you have lotion and stuff? My sunburn stings…” He drifts off when he sees what’s happening in the room.

Kyoya is standing next to his bed, shirtless and hair artfully disheveled. Haruhi sits in front of him on his bed, her hair and dress mussed up. Tamaki can only imagine what happened in here before he walked in.

Haruhi stands up, but Tamaki only has eyes for his best friend of two years. (Are they still friends? Or something more?)

He doesn’t believe that Kyoya would actually do anything with Haruhi, but he isn’t sure what else to think when all of this is staring him in the face.

“Kyoya, what were y—?” He’s cut off when Kyoya shoves a bottle of lotion into his chest, hard, staring at him with an intense expression.

“You shouldn’t open doors without waiting for an answer,” he says in a low, dark tone.

“But you and Haruhi—.”

“Relax. It wasn’t like that.”

“But—.”

“Seriously, Tamaki. It's nothing.” His tone has softened, and he draws nearer to Tamaki, ensuring that his focus is solely on him now.

There's a rumble of thunder in the distance.

“I—.”

“Shh.”

There's a flash of lightning, and it lights up the two of them as if they are the most important thing in the universe. Tamaki glances around the room, noticing that they’re alone now.

“Huh? Where did Haruhi go?”

Kyoya shrugs. “She must have left while you were throwing your tantrum”

“I was not—!”

“Hush now, darling. It's just the two of us so you can drop the act.”

That’s one of the things that Tamaki likes about Kyoya: he doesn’t put up with any of his wild antics. He may go along with some of them, but he never lets Tamaki go too far off the deep end.

“Kyoya,” Tamaki says softer now, the accusations gone from his tone.

“I told you it was nothing. You are all that matters to me,” he says, bringing his hand up to gently cup his cheek.

“But what were you doing with her?”

“I was only trying to help you.”

“How? By bedding her?”

Kyoya sighs again, but if he’s being honest, he finds Tamaki’s jealousy a little bit cute.

“It wasn’t like that. I only thought it might be the best way to help her see your point. She really shouldn’t have tried to fight those guys on her own.”

“Oh. I see. So, you weren't...?”

“No, you idiot. The only person I could ever want in my bed is you.”

Kyoya waits a beat then kisses Tamaki, giving him ample time to pull away. He doesn’t. He never does.

Tamaki kisses him back enthusiastically and with a great passion that nearly has Kyoya swooning. In order to keep that from happening and embarrassing himself, Kyoya slowly leads them over to his bed where they fall on it together, Tamaki laughing into Kyoya's mouth as they get situated, tangling their legs around each other.

They kiss for a long time as the storm rages outside before Kyoya finally finds the strength to separate himself from Tamaki, rolling over onto his back.

“You should go,” he says as he stares at a point on the ceiling. “You don't want someone to find you here.”

“I don’t care about that.” Tamaki tugs on his arm, trying to get him to roll back over.

Kyoya doesn’t move, though. He just smiles grimly and says, “We both know that's not true.”

Tamaki doesn't argue with him, which is what hurts the most. Kyoya wants so much more than these stolen kisses behind locked doors, but he won’t do anything to push Tamaki.

With a longing look at Kyoya, Tamaki slides off his bed and straightens his clothes.

Alright. Well, I'll see you in the morning then?

Kyoya merely nods, too tired to say anything. At least he can let his guard down around Tamaki, even if it is a foolish move on his part.

He waits until he hears the door close, though, before he fully lets his guard down, rubbing his hands down his face. He hates how much it hurts each time to push Tamaki away, but he has to. For both their sakes.

Kyoya forces himself to sit up, refusing to wallow and considering whether he should go over the numbers for the day or simply go to bed. Before he can decide, he hears a strange noise coming from the closet.

It really was a terrible idea to take Nekozawa up on his offer to stay in his mansion. Who knows what kind of creepy things he has hidden here?

There's a crack of thunder, and the closet rattles again. Well, he can’t sleep now. Not until he investigates.

Knowing it's probably harmless, Kyoya simply goes over and opens the closet.

The last thing he expects is to see Haruhi curled up in a ball on the floor.

Is it possible that she heard...? No, that’s not important right now.

“Haruhi are you quite alright?”

A crack of thunder resonates throughout the room, and Haruhi shudders but ignores him. He can see what the problem is now and why she disappeared so suddenly earlier.

“You're afraid of the thunder.” It's not a question. “Come here,” Kyoya says, squatting next to her. He picks her up easily and holds her in his lap and against his chest.

“You're alright,” he soothes. “It's just noise. I won’t let it hurt you.”

“Kyoya, I—!” A voice exclaims as the door slams open once more.

“Damn it, Tamaki,” Kyoya murmurs. If only he could learn how to properly enter someone else’s room.

Tamaki freezes just inside the door for the second time that night.

“You really should learn how to knock,” Kyoya says, pinching the bridge of his nose. He's too tired for all of this.

“Again?! How could you?”

“As I said before, it's not like that. I was only trying to soothe her. She doesn’t like the thunder.” It may not be his place to say this, but the easiest way to stop Tamaki’s whining is with the truth.

“Oh. I have something that might help.” He says, pulling a blindfold from his pocket.

“Tamaki, I don’t think now is the time for that.”

Tamaki waves him off. “It's for Haruhi. I have some earplugs as well. To block out the sound and the sight of the lightning.”

“Right. That’s a rather good idea.”

“You don’t have to sound so surprised,” Tamaki says, but he’s smiling despite himself, secretly happy to be praised by him.

Just as Tamaki finishes tying the blindfold around Haruhi’s eyes, the twins, Hunny, and Mori all walk in with matching expressions of shock and bewilderment.

“As soon as school begins, our first club meeting will include etiquette on how to enter someone else’s room,” Kyoya says, exasperated. Perhaps he was wrong to expect more from these boys. Not a single one of them knows how to knock properly.

“That’s so wrong,” Hikaru says.

“What kind of sick game is this?” Kaoru asks.

“You pervert,” they say in unison as they glare at Tamaki.

“Now, boys,” Kyoya says calmly, getting to his feet. “Do you honestly believe that I would allow Tamaki to do something to Haruhi while I just sat by and watched? Nothing bad happened here. We were only trying to help her.”

“Help her what exactly?” The twins ask, but Kyoya ignores them, ushering everyone out of his room. He has had enough of all of them for one day.

Haruhi goes, too, but Kyoya notices that she keeps the blindfold and ear plugs, even though the storm seems to have stopped. He’d never admit it to anyone, but it makes him sad to think about how she might be alone the next time it storms and need those.

Kyoya starts to close the door, but Tamaki hesitates in the doorway, looking like he doesn’t really want to go.

“Kyoya, I–.”

Kyoya shakes his head, gently cutting him off. “It’s alright. I know.”

He knows how Tamaki feels even if he isn’t ready to say it aloud just yet, and he would never push him to say it before he’s ready. It would only drive him away, and that’s the last thing he wants.

Still looking torn, Tamaki turns and leaves. Kyoya leans against the door once it’s closed, feeling utterly exhausted.

He can’t wait to get back to his own home where he can have some peace and quiet and isn’t worried about the trouble the others could be getting into.

***

Later, once everyone is sound asleep in their own bed, Tamaki returns to Kyoya’s room. This time, when he knocks, he waits for an answer.

When Kyoya opens the door, he’s in casual wear, and his glasses aren’t on. He looks slightly annoyed, but his voice is deceptively soft when he asks Tamaki what it is this time.

“Uh, I wondered if I might stay here with you tonight?”

Kyoya feels suddenly wide awake then, his eyes going wide. He knows that he should tell Tamaki no, that they shouldn’t risk being found out, but maybe because he’s too tired or simply because he doesn’t want to, he lets Tamaki in.

“Alright, but lock the door behind you.”

“No,” Tamaki says, faltering slightly when Kyoya turns a glare on him. “I just mean that I don’t care if anyone finds us together. I just want to be with you, Kyoya. I-I love you.”

It’s the first time Tamaki has said any of that aloud. He had been too afraid before, worried how others might react. He’s done worrying, though. He loves Kyoya, and if anyone has a problem with that, then they aren’t his true friends.

Kyoya is still staring at him, not saying anything, and doubt starts to seep in and pull at the confidence that Tamaki walked in here with.

“I can go if you want. Sorry. I shouldn’t have—mmph.”

Kyoya silences him with a kiss that steals the breath from both of them. He has never kissed Tamaki like this before, so openly and passionately. He was afraid to give all of himself away. But he’s not afraid anymore.

“I love you, too, Tamaki.”

#ouran high school host club #ohshc #kyotama #tamaki x kyoya #love unspoken #my writing #it was weird trying to write in third person #i really struggled with it #but it was still fun #tamakyo #tamakyo fic

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bakuwhoabro · 3 years ago

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cold like ice, warm like fire. > inatodo

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"Now as you know, you are here to get your provisional licenses, but we know you guys are just kids and you need a break every now and then. So we are allowing you to roam free at the location we're headed to." Gang Orca explained loudly as everyone loaded onto the bus.

Todoroki, as well as Bakugou, climbed into the usual monotone bus, both curious to where they would be going today.

"Where do you think they are taking us, Fellas?" Camie, a student from Shiketsu High School, flung her arm the multi-colored haired male's right shoulder. Todoroki glanced at the girl, unfazed by her friendliness. They both had been taking these classes alongside each other and she was more than happy to make new friends. She also seemed to have some sort of crush on him as well. While she was a beautiful girl, he didn't have the same feelings. She was a good friend though. He did mention this to her after many attempts for his number, which she understood. "We can still be great friends!", she had grinned and said.

"I don't know. They always surprise us." Todoroki replied honestly.

"Hm, I hope it's a spa! But that's just wishful thinking, fam." The girl laughed before removing her arm as she moved a few seats over to sit beside her friend, Inasa Yoarashi, another student from Shiketsu. Todoroki wasn't sure how he felt about Inasa. He was definitely nice and friendly, much like Camie. He and Todoroki didn't get along at first, them both failing the Provisional License Exam because of it. But now that they had more time to talk and hang out, they seem to be good friends.

"Todoroki! Over here!" The taller male waved excitedly. Todoroki looked to Bakugou, who had his earphones in and was ignoring everyone. Bakugou seemed fine to be left on his own. He nodded and waited for the bus to stop momentarily before moving down about 5 seats.

"Hello."

"Good Morning! How'd you sleep?" Inasa asked immediately, like always. He always seemed concerned if Todoroki was sleeping and eating okay. Which confused him, but it wasn't doing him any harm to answer.

"I slept fine. Though Sero, a fellow classmate who dorms next to me, was playing music pretty late. He has an interesting music taste."

"Ah, yeah. I understand how that feels. My older brother likes to play loud music at night. I usually just wear earplugs. And if it's really loud, I'll just play my own music and wear headphones."

"Hm."

"So uh," Inasa cleared his throat, glancing to Camie who was typing on her phone, then back to Todoroki. "Well, I was thinking maybe we could hang out today at wherever they are taking us. Ya' know, we do the classes together and stuff but we've never really hung out, as uh friends."

Todoroki thought over his offer. He was right, they had never hung out outside of the classes. They did live a good distance away from each other. And only saw each other a few times a week. Camie had given his number to Inasa, which was interesting. Inasa could have just asked him. Camie claimed he was too afraid to ask. People did tend to be intimidated by him at first. So they did text from to time.

"Sure, why not." He replied, which made Inasa smile widely.

"Awesome! This is going to be so fun!" Todoroki looked to the hand that had been placed on his left shoulder, an eyebrow raised. It took a second for Inasa to realize. And as he did, he quickly removed his hand.

"I'm s-sorry! Please forgive me, I should have asked if that was okay!"

Todoroki furrowed his brows slightly, why was he so distraught? It was just his shoulder. It's not like Inasa held his hand or anything. Not that Todoroki had imagined that ever happening.

"It's fine. I just wasn't expecting it is all."

"Whew! Okay. I'll keep my hands to myself." Inasa even went as far as to clamp his hands together on his lap, like it was a struggle for him. Which confused Todoroki even more. That was a common emotion that he felt around Inasa. He wasn't sure if it was a good or bad thing.

"Alright. We've arrived. Be sure to be on your behavior. And maybe we'll consider doing this again. Walk off the bus in an orderly fashion." Gang Orca instructed. They did as instructed, walking off the bus slowly. Todoroki looked around the area once his feet hit the ground. He noticed a building in front of them, Masutafu Area Ice Rink. They took them to an ice skating rink.

"The fuck is this? Ice Skating?" Bakugou looked up to the building, clearly unsure of the whole situation. Todoroki wondered how Bakugou would be on the ice. Maybe he could take a picture to show Kirishima and the other students.

"It seems to be so." Was all he said before the Shiketsu students walked off the bus.

'Whoa! Ice Skating, cool!" Inasa gasped once he noticed the words on the building.

"Hm, I've never been. I've always wanted to go. This is lit." Camie started to walk towards the building, leading the way for the Shiketsu and U.A students.

Once inside, the teachers got everyone accounted for and told them to get their skates. Bakugou stalked behind him, Inasa and Camie. He seemed very wary of the rink beside them. Oh, this would be fun. Finally, something Bakugou wasn't great at.

"What size are you, Todoroki?"

Todoroki coughed, apparently choking on air. "Uh, size?"

"For the skates?" Inasa seemed confused. Oh right, the skates.

"Size 7." Todoroki watched as Inasa informed the person manning the skates. And he took the pair Inasa was handing to him with a quiet 'Thank you'. He walked over to the benches and sat to slip on the skates. What was up with him? He suddenly felt nervous to hang out with Inasa today. There was no way he could bail, and he didn't want too. He just felt, off suddenly. This feeling wasn't new though. It came randomly, like when Inasa came to close or said something questionable. He would be fine. Plus, he loved Ice Skating. He'd make makeshift ice rinks at his home on the small pond the owned. He skated with his siblings, and even his father recently.

"Are you ready? I'm super excited. I think I've been skating once, like when I was young. So this will be really fun! How about you, Todoroki?" Inasa walked up beside him, extra tall due to the skates.

"I skate at home, I use my quirk to make mini ice rinks from time to time. So I guess I would say I'm somewhat experienced." He explained while wobbling to his feet. He saw out of the corner of his eye that Inasa moved to help him, but drew his hands back with a pinched expression. It looked like he was silently scolding himself.

"Let's go." Todoroki nodded towards the half door that led to the ice. He could feel the ghost of a smile appear on his face, he wondered if Inasa noticed.

He stepped onto the ice, doing a little spin gracefully. Yeah, he definitely missed this. To his right was Bakugou, who looked like a baby deer learning to walk. He was gripping onto the wall like if he let go he would die. Camie was doing figure eights basically around the blond male. That angered him, but Camie just laughed and went to grab his arm. She seemed to be helping him. Todoroki placed his phone back into his pocket, he'd keep that picture for later. Possible blackmail. Who knows?

"Whoa! That's slippery! More than I thought." Inasa had one foot placed on the ice, left hand holding onto the wall, right hovering in the air in front of him. Todoroki watched as he slowly moved his other foot to the ice as well as his right hand to the wall. He seemed new to the ice, which was to be expected if he only skated once in his life.

"Do you need help?" He asked, skating over to him with ease. Inasa seemed amazed with how smoothly he was moving, which he said aloud.

"Ah, it's nothing. I've just been skating for years. But, I could teach you. If you like."

"Really? I'd love that! I want to skate as good as you! Teach me your ways!" Inasa grinned but it wavered when Todoroki grabbed his left hand. "W-wait? You're going to hold my hand?"

"I mean, I don't have too. But it could help you balance." Todoroki replied, unaware of the flustered mess beside him. Inasa looked at his hand, then the ice, then at him, then back at his hand. He seemed to be working something out in his head.

"Okay. That's fine." He said as he breathed out. Todoroki nodded and grabbed his hand.

"Alright, now. Just move like you are walking to start out. And when you feel comfortable you can start to slide your feet." He moved beside Inasa slowly, still pretty close to the wall. He didn't mind though. He let Inasa take his time. And soon enough, they started to move a little faster.

"See, you're getting it." Todoroki smiled. Inasa laughed as he moved across the ice with slight ease.

"You're a good teacher! This is so fun! Thank you, Shoto." Inasa halted his movements abruptly, causing himself to slip. And his grip on Todoroki's hand tightened, proceeding to take him down with him. Todoroki yelped as he landed onto the cold ice, his left hand landing on Inasa's chest. He felt his heart racing. Was he okay?

"Are you hurt?" Todoroki questioned, sitting up and rubbing his head.

"Oh god, this is a nightmare." He heard Inasa whisper. He just breathed a laugh.

"It's just a fall, Inasa. It happens all the time."

"No no, not just the fall. I called you...Shoto." Inasa had his arm thrown over his face, which unknown to Todoroki, was covering a blush.

Oh, he had done that. For some reason, it went right over his head at the time. But now he felt his face warm, a huge contrast to the freezing ground beneath him. Not many people called him by his first name. And he...didn't mind that Inasa addressed him like that.

So he just stood up and held out his hand, nudging the male slightly with his foot. "You know what, I prefer you call me Shoto from now own."

Inasa looked up to him, a now noticeable red hue danced on his cheeks. It suited him, he thought. Todoroki ignored the fuzzy feeling in his stomach as that thought came and passed. It didn't mean anything. Probably. Inasa took his hand gratefully and found his footing.

"Now I think your pick caught the ice, explaining the fall. Be careful not to move your foot down like that. You'll trip." He even moved his foot in the motion that showed Inasa how not to position his foot. He didn't want Inasa to hurt himself.

"Yeah, the pick! Okay! I won't do that again. Could you show me how to stop correctly?"

He obliged and showed him the right way to stop, and Inasa copied. He was a fast learner. And for the rest of the time they had left, they did laps around the rink. It even got to the point where Inasa didn't need help. But for some reason, his hand never left Todoroki's. And he didn't mind at all.

But their fun came to an end as Gang Orca called for them rather loudly. They all got off the ice, Bakugou even going as far as to flip off the ice. He didn't get it as quickly as Inasa did. Camie seemed to be a natural. She was doing many tricks that took some people months to learn.

Skates were returned and legs were starting to ache from the workout. They all fumbled onto the bus and laid out on the seats. This time Todoroki sat beside Inasa, who was chatting about some app on his phone.

"See here? You tap the bowls to feed the cats. And you collect them in a way. It's called 'Neko Atsume'. Since you said you liked cats, I found some cat-related games you might like." Inasa held his phone in between them. Todoroki reached out to tap the phone screen, 'feeding' the cats. He felt himself smile. He knew he would spend countless hours on this game.

"There you go! You're great at his game." Inasa grinned up at him. Todoroki returned it, Inasa was 100% right. He loved cats.

As they neared U.A, Inasa sat up a little straighter. "Uh! Shoto? Could we maybe do this again, outside of classes? Let's say this weekend?"

Todoroki eyed the boy. He was asking him to hang out this weekend. That same red hue was prominent on his cheeks. Todoroki was now more confident in his thoughts. He found Inasa's red cheeks adorable, almost as adorable as cats. He wasn't sure what that meant. But he was willing to find out.

"Sure. I'll text you later and we can figure out the details." He nodded, his bag now on his back and he was leaving the bus.

"Cool! Awesome! I'll see you this weekend!" He smiled widely.

"It's a date." Todoroki winked before exiting the bus. His heart raced as he watched the bus start to drive away. He could hear the shocked exclamations from Inasa to Camie from an open window.

"He said it was a date! Holy--!" Just a taste of what was to come for Camie. Camie squealed and congratulated him. That's how the rest of their week would go.

"You have a date? Since when did people find you attractive?" Bakugou snickered. Todoroki just rolled his eyes and shoved his shoulder.

"I would keep quiet if I were you. I have pictures of you from today." He grinned when he heard Bakugou start to sputter.

"You wouldn't dare Half and Half!" He called after Todoroki as he walked into the dorm building. Little did Bakugou know that Todoroki 'accidentally' sent the picture to the class group chat.

As he drifted to sleep that night, his mind lingered on Inasa. He fell asleep, heart warm. He had a date. A date with Inasa of all people. But he couldn't be happier.

#inatodo #mha #bnha inasa #inasa yoarashi #todoroki shouto #bnha todoroki #bnha #myheroacademia #bnha writing

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intoanrkive · 6 years ago

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You’re gonna have to buy earplugs pt. 3

A/N: I finally finished part three which I’m really excited for you guys to read. If there’s a lot of mistakes, it’s because it’s six am and I didn’t have time to edit it because I’m so damn tired. Also, flashbacks are in italics.

Summary: After Y/n got arrested, Diego has to make a decision on whether or not he wants to help her out.

Warnings: Smut, fluff, language. Mentions of abuse and rape, may be triggering for some people. (Also, since I’m on this topic, I need to do a PSA. If you or someone you know is being abused or raped, please reach out to someone and get them help. I included this in this part because it’s happened to me and I wanted people to be aware that you can be hurt by someone you thought you loved. My inbox is also always open for anyone who wants to talk about anything. Thanks for taking the time to read this really long PSA.)

Word Count: 3611

As I looked back one more time, I could feel the disappointment radiating off of Diego. "Y/n, say it's not true." Tears formed in my eyes as I looked over at Eudora, the smirk still being worn on her face. "Diego, you know me. You know that it isn't true." He sighed as Five elbowed him in the side. "Diego, get your head out of your ass and wake up. You know Y/n more than any of us, do the right thing, even if it means losing someone else." I smiled at Five's kind words as they continued walking me to my cell. "Y/n, you'll be held here until we question you." I sat down in my cell, sighing to myself as Diego walked over. "I'll get as much information as I can, Y/n." I nodded, not being able to do much for now.

-Diego's P.O.V- Eudora followed me out of the building after I got done talking to Y/n, tapping me on the shoulder. "I was thinking you and I could go grab some dinner." I rolled my eyes as I continued walking home, ignoring her as she kept calling my name. I walked into the house, seeing everyone standing in the living room, all eyes on me as I sat down. "Diego, do you mind telling us why you let your side piece arrest our little sister?" I shrugged as Klaus hit me with a pillow, making me sigh. "Guys, I didn't know that Eudora was gonna arrest her." Luther rolled his eyes as he sat down, crossing his arms. "Diego, you gotta help her out. You know she's innocent." I sat down on the arm of the couch, shrugging again as I received a glare from Vanya. "How are we supposed to know if she's innocent? She hated dad more than any one of us, she could've killed him and then left for all we know." Vanya punched my shoulder hard as Klaus clapped, making me roll my eyes. "Diego, she's family. She wasn't even here when he died. I talked her the day he died, she was at the hospital." I raised an eyebrow at Vanya's statement before she put her hand up. "She'll tell you in time." I sighed, putting my head in my hands. "I fucked up with her. She gives me all her fucking love in the world and I treat her like shit because I can't get over some bitch." Five laughed as I stood up, walking toward the door. "You know what to do. Like I told you earlier, do the right thing." I nodded at his comment as I left the house yet once again that day. I jogged to the police station, catching Eudora right before she left. I knocked on the window of her car, making her jump as she rolled down the window. "What do you want Diego? I'm about to go home if you wanna join me." I rolled my eyes at her comment, shaking my head in disgust. "That's not why I'm here. I'm here to get Y/n out because I know she's innocent, I know she didn't kill Dad." Eudora let out a laugh as she crossed her arms, looking up at me. "You expect me to believe that your little whore sitting in that cell is innocent?" Anger coursed through my veins as I walked over to opposite of her car, grabbing the police files from the passenger seat. "I know she is." I ripped up the file as Eudora stepped out, clinching her fists. "What the fuck, Diego!? I could lose my fucking job over this." I threw the ripped file at her feet as I walked away, jogging into the station and stopping at Chuck's desk. "Chuck, I need you to do a favor for me. I need you to let Y/n go. I know she's innocent." He sighed, shaking his head in disbelief, making a come here motion with his hand. I raised an eyebrow at what he said before he slammed his hands on the desk. "Proof, man. Where's the damn proof?" I reached into my pockets before remembering that Vanya had the proof. "Fuck. Well, guess I don't have it yet." He sighed in irritation as he got up to get water. I heard the distinct chatters of Vanya and the rest of the family outside the station before coming in and jogging over to me. "Well, where is she?" I pointed to the holding cells that they kept people in before questioning. Chuck came back over as he looked at us all standing together, raising an eyebrow. Vanya made her way to the front of us and pulled her phone out. "What are you doing?" I held my hand out before Chuck could continue with his sentence. Vanya played him the voicemail that Y/n left her the day dad had died. 'Hey Van, it's me, Y/n. I just wanted to call and let you know that he hit me again. This time it was bad enough to land me in the hospital. If you have time after practice to come by and see me, I'd love the company. Please don't let the rest of the family know this. Love you, bye!' My jaw dropped at the voicemail that Y/n had left, making me sigh. "The timestamp does show that she called around the time your dad had died so it's not looking good until I look up where she was when she called." I rolled my eyes, knowing that they wanted to drag this out further while they questioned Y/n. "Come on, Chuck. That should've been proof enough." He put his hand up as he typed things into his computer quickly. "It looks like she wasn't lying. I'll radio the officer that's questioning her and let him know that she's free to go." We all cheered as he called the officer over the radio, shooing us away to make us sit and wait. -Y/n's P.O.V- The officer that had dragged me into the interrogation room had been hammering for the last hour for information about my father's death. "I told you, I was in the fucking hospital for abuse! Why can't you fucking believe that?!" He threw his nightstick on the table, making me jump. "You better shut it, Y/n. Don't make me use this on you again." He got a call over his radio as he stepped out of the room briefly. Tears filled my eyes as I pulled the shirt I was wearing, tracing over the bruises that the officer had left on me before quickly pulling it back down as he came back in. "Looks like you're free to go." I quickly got up and bolted for the door as he grabbed my wrist. "We're watching you, Y/n." I nodded before sprinting out of the room and into the lobby. I locked eyes with Diego, who stood up instantly. I ran into his arms and hugged him tightly, tears starting to fall from my eyes and soaking his shirt. "It's okay, Y/n." He rubbed my back before I pulled away, looking at the rest of the family. "How'd you guys manage to pull this off?" They all pointed to Vanya, who came up and hugged me tightly while whispering something to me. "They know why you were in the hospital. That's the only way I could get you out." I sighed as she pulled away, smiling sadly. "Thank you guys so much, it means the world to me that you're all here. Five, coffee tonight?" He nodded as we took our leave, Diego's hand in mine. We all stopped outside the station as Allison looked at us. "We'll let you guys have your time alone. See you back at home." I leaned into Diego, hiding my face in his chest as she sent a wink in our direction as they walked back to the house. "Griddy's?" I nodded in response as we walked there in silence, sitting at the counter. Agnes came up to us, smiling. "I'm glad to see you out of jail, Y/n. I always knew you were a good girl." I smiled as she got started on our drinks as I looked over at Diego, who I had caught staring. "You're staring." He let out a laugh as Agnes came over, handing us our drinks. "It's on the house, by the way." I smiled at her kindness as we got up from our seats. "Thank you, Agnes. I'll see you later tonight when Five and I come in." She let out a laugh and nodded as we took our leave, heading home. I sipped my coffee as I stayed silent for a bit, watching Diego. "Thank you, by the way, for talking to the family for me. It really does mean a lot to me, you know?" He smiled as we walked up to the house where I sighed in relief. "Let's get into our room so we can talk, okay?" I nodded as I followed him into the house, seeing the living room that was usually full, but is now empty. "Odd." He looked back at me and nodded. "It is. They're usually always in here. They might be asleep though." We made it to his room, where he opened the door for me and waited for me to go in before closing the door behind us. I put my drink down on the nightstand and shimmied out of my shorts before lying down. I stared up at Diego as he took his shirt and pants off before lying down next to me. I immediately cuddled up to him, putting my hands on his chest before leaning up and kissing him. He reached over, pulling me into his lap and kissing me harder, his hands running through my hair. "I love you, Y/n. I think I only said those things last night because I was scared to admit that I'm in love with you too." His hands caressed my thighs as I was still sitting in his lap, a smile forming on my face. "You don't know how happy that makes me to hear those words come out of you." I kissed him again as he grabbed around my waist, pushing me down on the bed. "I never deserved someone like you, but I'll be damned if I let you go." A blush crawled up my cheeks as he lied down next to me, his hands caressing my body before going over my ribs, making me flinch. "Did I-?" Before he could finish his sentence, I lifted up the shirt of his that I had still to reveal the bruises that the officer had left. "The officer that was interrogating me hit me because I wouldn't tell him why I was in the hospital, thinking I was lying. He pushed my hair back before kissing me passionately, making all my worries go away momentarily. "I'm not gonna let anyone hurt you again, Y/n. I just wish you had told me about your ex before you got here, I would've let you stay at the gym in the basement where I have my room set up. I'll take care of both of them for you." I shook my head, thinking back to the talks Vanya and I had. Vanya had come over to the apartment that my boyfriend and I shared so we could catch up. I had invited her over so we could talk about how her practice had been going. I set tea out on the coffee table in the living room as she rang the doorbell. "Coming." I tidied up a bit, pulling my sweater on so she couldn't see the bruises that my boyfriend had left. I opened the door and let Vanya in as I closed it right after. "Y/n! How are you? I miss you so much, I wish you weren't so busy all the time." I smiled politely at her comment. I had to lie to Vanya before, telling her that I was always too busy to hang out with her or come to her concerts. The truth was that my boyfriend wouldn't let me see any of my family and he would rarely let me leave the house unless I was with him because he thought I would cheat on him. "I know, I wish I could see you more often too. It's just hard to make time with work and school, you know?" She sighed, shaking her head as she set her tea down on the coffee table before grabbing my hands. "Y/n, I called your work the other to see if you were in the office and they told me you quit over four months ago. All your professors had told me you dropped out of college too. What's really going? The truth, please. I'm here for you." I sighed as tears formed in my eyes, the truth finally having to come out. "The truth is that my boyfriend made me quit my job and made me drop out. He wanted me to stay home and do a bunch of housewife bullshit for him. I used to go out all the time with friends from college but one night, I came home at a time too late for him and he hit me. I apologized and he forbid me to leave the house unless I was with him. One night, a couple weeks ago, he took me out to a bar to let me out of the house and I was more than happy to go just to please him. When we got to the bar, he had ordered me a Mai Tai and sent the bartender a wink as one of my friends from college came up to me, asking where I had been. I had to lie and make up an excuse about how one of my siblings were sick and I was taking care of them. I had taken a long sip of the Mai Tai, something tasting off as I put the drink down and told my boyfriend that I was heading to the bathroom. I made my way through the crowd of people at the bar, before making it to the bathroom where I closed the door as my knees collapsed and I passed out. The next thing I remember, I was in the hospital. That's why I called you over here. I need to get out, he fucking roofied me and then raped me. Luckily, my friend from college found me after the bar had closed and told the bartenders to call the cops on him as he left." Vanya's mouth dropped open, coming over to hug me tightly. "You have your stuff packed?" I nodded as we both went into my room, grabbing my bags from the floor before taking our leave and heading to her apartment. "Diego, there's more than just the abuse." His head snapped to look at me, noticing the tears in my eyes that had formed when I remembered how Vanya helped me. "What do you mean, Y/n? Did he-" I nodded before he could continue as he came over to me, pulling me in for a tight hug as the tears fell from my eyes and onto his shoulder. "Let's just take a nap so we can calm down for now and then we can talk about it when you want to?" I nodded as I put my head on his chest, his arms wrapping around me tightly as I fell asleep. I woke up about four hours later to a knock on his bedroom door. I looked over to see if Diego was there, but he wasn't. I sighed, opening the door to reveal Five and Diego. "You know you two could've came in." They both nodded as Diego pushed past me to grab his knives from his nightstand. "Where are you going, my love?" He kissed me softly, winking as he pulled back. "Gonna go tell Eudora's boss about what her and her little friend down there did. Might get messy." I let out a laugh as he patted Five on the back before he walked down the hallway and left. "Coffee time, Five." He nodded as I grabbed the shorts I had worn earlier and threw them on before grabbing Diego's sweater and pulling it on over me. We walked down the hall, seeing the family in the living room again. They waved at Five and I as we waved back before leaving the house and starting our silent walk to Griddy's. I sighed as we walked in, the place being completely empty as we took our usual spot in a booth near the door. Agnes had nodded in our direction as she got started on our drinks. "You know that Diego isn't going to talk to Eudora's boss, right?" I nodded, knowing what he meant. "I'm assuming he's going to beat the shit out of the officer?" Five shook his head, which made me raise an eyebrow. "He told me everything, Y/n. He's going to beat the shit out of your ex, or possibly kill him." My mouth dropped as Agnes came over and handed us our drinks before taking her leave again. "Why wouldn't he tell me that then?" He shrugged, taking a sip of his coffee as a silence washed over us before he spoke again. "Maybe because he knows that you don't like it when he hurts people." I nodded, still processing what he had said. "You don't think Diego would really kill him, right?" Five shook his head before taking another sip of coffee and nodding to Agnes as she got started another cup. "I doubt he would if he knew that you wouldn't approve." A sigh of relief washed over me as Agnes came over with another cup of coffee for Five. I handed her a ten dollar bill as she reached for change, but I shook my head. "It's yours to keep." She smiled as she went back into the kitchen to start cleaning the dishes before she closed for the night. Five and I sat there talking in the booth for what seemed like hours before we heard the door open. I looked behind me to see Diego, who's face had cuts on it and his shirt was covered with blood. "Let's go home." Five and I got up from the booth as Diego went back outside and started walking home. None of us said anything till we got back home, where I said goodnight to Five before going to Diego's room. He was sitting on the bed, flipping his knife as he was waiting for me. I closed the door behind me as he put the knives down and came up to me. He kissed me roughly, his hands finding the waistband of my shorts before I kicked them off. He grabbed me by the waist, throwing me on the bed before taking his shirt and pants off. I moaned as he climbed on top of me, kissing my neck and down my body. "Y/n, condom." I leaned up and grabbed a condom from the nightstand as I slowly took my panties off while he slid the condom on. "Are you okay with doing this tonight?" I kissed him in response as I felt him push himself inside me, making me moan in pleasure. He pulled me up to where I was sitting in his lap, my legs wrapped around his lower back. He thrusted into me harder, making me moan loudly. He covered my mouth with his hand briefly before kissing me, his hand making it's way to my throat and choking me while the other hand came between us and played with my clit . I felt myself start to gasp for air as my orgasm grew closer, luckily I knew how to hold my breath long enough. "Baby, I know you're close." I felt him pound into me as he hand stayed wrapped around my throat, my legs shaking as I came. His hand fell from my throat as I raked my nails down his back, hard enough to where I felt skin tear and blood come out. I leaned forward biting his neck lightly as his orgasm came, him collapsing on top of me as we both caught our breaths. "Holy fuck." I let out a laugh as he pulled out, tying the end of the condom before throwing it in the garbage. I pulled the sheet up over us as we cuddled, a comfortable silence washing over before I remembered what happened. "Diego, did you kill him?" Diego didn't say a word before looking at me, kissing my forehead. "Princess, you and I both know the answer to that question." I sighed, but didn't question it or fight it. A weight felt like it had been lifted off my shoulders, knowing he couldn't hurt me anymore. "Why'd you do it?" I turned over to face him now, a sigh make it's way past his lips. "Y/n, I'd do anything to protect you. I knew that you didn't want me to do it, but I know how much pain he put you through. I love you more than you know. I'll never let anyone hurt you again." He kissed me once more before I drifted off into sleep, only this time, I don't think I'll be having any nightmares.

#diego hargreeves x reader #the umbrella academy imagines #smut

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to-write-ornah · 5 years ago

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Migraine

A/n: WHATS THIS??? NeW CoNteNT??? hey I tried. Be proud of me. Anyways, I found this prompt from @writting.prompt.s on Instagram and immediately thought Jason Todd. So here we are (I’m sure they have a tumblr but I can’t find it at the moment. Maybe I’ll edit it later)

Word count: including the ones you just read, like 3k

Warnings: none it’s just lowkey kinda shitty lol is weak plotline a warning? No? Maybe knives, but that’s it

Pairing: Jason Todd x reader

Genre: badass fluff I guess

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You, a telepath, are getting the worst migraines from someone internally screaming next door.

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Usually you could tune it out. You almost never heard anyone unless you wanted to. But this idiot, this inconsiderate little shit, had been screaming for nearly three days straight. Not out loud, mind you. Internal screaming. Being telepathic, you had no choice but to listen in on his constant screams. (You could tell it was a he because occasionally he would drop out of his screaming to yell-rant about his father, Bruce. Bruce sounded like a little shit too.)

Today was day three of the scream fest. You’d tried to block it out with music or watching tv, but the only reprieve you’d gotten so far was when you went to the store yesterday. Unfortunately, right now you worked from home. Meaning there was no break. He just. Kept. Screaming.

You rolled your eyes and slammed your laptop shut as he burst into another round of screams, this time about his brother. You groaned, stood up, and made a beeline for the door, ready to go complain to the landlord. The only thing that stopped you was the realization that you couldn’t complain about another resident screaming if, well, he actually wasn’t. Internal screaming wouldn’t get him in trouble, but it would probably get you thrown into some madhouse faster than you can say ‘Gotham.’

You groaned loudly as you shuffled toward your small kitchen, ready to make some coffee, put in some earplugs (which were more or less inefficient, but hey, placebo effect, right?) and try to work some more. You grimaced as he went from screaming to scream-talking. You already had a splitting headache, and it was about to become a migraine.

You got the water ready before suddenly realizing you’d forgotten to buy coffee yesterday at the store.

“Thank the freaking Batman,” you mumbled, heading for your room so you could get ready to go out. If you had to get coffee (aka get a break from Mr. Scream-a-Lot) you were also gonna find yourself a slightly-less dangerous park and hangout for a few...hours, maybe.

It was warm today. Not ‘big-city-humid’ warm, the nice kind that let you enjoy the day. Humming to yourself, mostly to keep your neighbors screams out of your head, you picked out a sundress, some flats, and your leather jacket. It made a good hiding place for your mace, which you always kept with you when you went out. Finally, you slid your garter up your leg, under your dress, and clipped your switchblade to it.

Hey, a girls gotta have protection.

Once you were dressed, you did your hair and a little makeup, excited at the prospect of getting out of your apartment for a while.

You grabbed enough money for coffee and stuck it in your inside jacket pocket before heading out.

‘Bye bye, Mr Screaming Man,’ you thought snarkily, locking your apartment behind your and bounding down the stairs of your building.

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You’d managed to stay out of the house for almost three hours. Your telepathy was extra helpful in Gotham. If you payed attention, you knew exactly who to avoid and which streets were safe to walk. It made for a nice day out, and your headache was almost gone by the time you got back to your building. Regardless of special powers, Gotham was dangerous at night, and the daylight was starting to fade.

Your steps got slower the closer you got to your apartment. You did not want to deal with this guy again. You should charge him a therapy fee for listening to his rants and screams. The thought made you chuckle.

You punched it the number for your building and waited to get buzzed in before heading up the stairs to your floor.

Turning the corner, you collided with a human wall, sending you flying backwards.

“Woah!”

A hand wrapped itself around your wrist, stopping you before you could hit the floor. You looked up to see a very attractive, very tall boy. Black hair with a white strip, and eyes like sea glass.

“Sorry about that,” he apologized quickly, helping you back up. “I’m usually more aware of my surroundings.”

You couldn’t place his voice, but he sounded familiar.

“It’s fine, really.” You fixed your dress, noticing it had ridden up and exposed part of your garter. You prayed he hadn’t seen it and been freaked out, quickly trying to distract him with questions.

“You’re my neighbor, right? You seem familiar.” You tried not to make a big deal about the fact that he was still holding your wrist, but your eyes flicked back and forth between your hands and his face.

“Yeah, my names Jason. I moved in a few months ago.” He seemed to finally notice his hand on yours and quickly pulled back. You couldn’t help but listen in on his thoughts.

‘Don’t be and idiot, Todd. Why’d you keep your hand on her? She probably thinks you’re creepy now. And she’s cute. And hot. Dammit, idiot.’

You pulled out of his head before you started laughing. At least you knew he thought you were cute.

“Well, Jason, it was nice, if not unconventional, meeting you. I’ll see you around,” You flashed him a smile and stepped around him, heading toward your door.

“Hey, wait!” He called after you. You turned back to see him awkwardly rubbing the back of his neck.

‘Wait...what was I gonna say? Oh, yeah, ask her on a date! Wait, no, I can’t do that she’ll say no-‘

“Jason, do you wanna go get coffee sometime? Like a date?” You watched in mild amusement as his cheeks turned a light pink color. He crossed and uncrossed his arms twice before answering.

“I mean..- yeah! Yes. Yeah, I’d love to!”

‘Come on, Todd, where’s your confidence? A pretty girl asks you out and you can’t even answer her!’

“Great!” You smiled as though you hadn’t just heard him beat himself up internally. “Meet me out here tomorrow at ten. Try not to run into me,” you teased, turning back toward your door and unlocking it.

“Yeah, um, no I- I won’t.” He awkwardly replied, face an even deeper shade of pink.

“See ya then, cute neighbor.” You called, seeing him a flirty wink before stepping into your house and shutting the door. You stood behind it, listening in on his thoughts for a moment.

‘What the hell just happened? What- what just...wow, I need some caffeine....’

You laughed quietly, heading toward your kitchen to make yourself some coffee. Something about his voice sounds so familiar, but you cant quite place it.

——Jason’s POV—-

I’ll be the first to admit I was angry. Bruce was giving me more missions and longer hours than I wanted, and I’ve spent the last three days staying home and being pissed about it. So when I went to make lunch today I realized I have no groceries. At all. I have half a redbull and a jar of mayonnaise in my fridge. Not ideal for, ya know, actually sustaining yourself. I meant to go to the store, but I ended up crashing on the couch and waking up around four. After a very necessary shower and a change of clothes, I was ready to go find something adult-like to eat.

I tugged on my boots, grabbed my phone and jacket, and headed out. I didn’t make it far before my phone chimed. Bruce. I rolled my eyes and pulled it out of my pocket.

‘You’ve got tonight off until 3 am.’

I groaned, shoved my phone back into my pocket, and turned on my heel.

Oops. Bad idea.

I turned straight into someone. She started to fall backwards, and I instinctively shot my hand out to grab her wrist before she hit the floor.

“Woah!”

‘Shit.’ Her half falling position made her skirt ride up, revealing some kind of garter with a knife clipped onto it. Damn, that was hot.

I pulled her back to her feet, studying her in what I hoped was a casual way. She had e/c eyes and h/l h/c hair. She was pretty. Like, really pretty.

“Sorry about that. I’m usually more aware of my surroundings.”

“It’s fine, really,” she said. She pulled down the skirt of her dress to cover her knife. The silvery sound of her voice distracted me, and I almost didn’t hear her next question.

“You’re my neighbor, right? You seem familiar.” She cocked her head to the side, which I found adorable.

“Yeah, my names Jason. I moved in a few months ago.” Looking down, I realized I hadn’t let go of her hand yet, and quickly did so.

‘Don’t be an idiot, Todd,’ I mentally scolded myself. ‘Why’d you keep your hand on her? She probably thinks your creepy now. And she’s cute. And hot. Dammit, idiot.’

She smiled warmly. “Well, Jason, it was nice, if not unconventional, meeting you. I’ll see you around.” She flashed me another smile and I swore I was gonna melt as she walked away.

Before I knew what I was doing, I’d turned around and called after her.

‘Wait...what was I gonna say?’ My hand went to the back of my neck (nervous habit). ‘Oh, yeah! Ask her on a date! Wait, no, I can’t do that she’ll say no-‘

My internal argument was cut off by her soft voice.

“Jason, do you wanna go get coffee sometime? Like a date?” She asked. I could almost swear she was reading my mind. I felt my face heating up and crossed my arms.

I stuttered out my answer for a moment before getting out what I think was a ‘yes’.

‘Come on, Todd.’ I scolded myself. ‘Where’s your confidence? A pretty girl asks you out and you can’t even answer her!’

“Great!” She smiled. “Meet me out here tomorrow at ten. Try not to run into me.” It took me a moment to realize she was flirting, and I stuttered out what I’m sure was a very embarrassing answer as I felt my face get warmer.

“See ya then, cute neighbor.” She sent me a flirty wink before stepping inside and closing her door.

‘What the hell just happened? What- what just...wow, I need some caffeine.’ I took a step toward my door before remembering I had no food inside. ‘My hot neighbor just asked me out...on a date...wow...’ I shook my head, heading down the stairs and out of the building towards the store.

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~~ Your POV~~

By the time ten o’clock rolled around the next day, you were ready for your date. You’d done your hair extra nice, fixed your makeup, and even painted your nails. You’d put on a strappy black tank top, high waisted black and white striped shorts, and heeled sandals. You tossed on your leather jacket, finding a hiding place for your switchblade in the pocket, along with your wallet and phone.

You were about to head out to find Jason when you heard a knock on the door.

‘Speak of the devil,’ you thought, walking to the door. You opened it to reveal Jason, standing on your doorstep with a red rose in his hands.

‘Woah,’ you heard going through his head, along with a jumble of other thoughts you couldn’t pull apart.

A blush rose to your cheeks at the unspoken compliment as you took in his appearance.

‘Wow. He looks good.’

“Hi. Is that for me?” You gestured to the rose. He nodded, offering it to you. You took it, gently holding it up and smelling it. It smelled sweet and slightly like what you assumed was his cologne.

“You look..amazing,” he breathed out, his eyes raking up and down your body.

You offered him a smile. “Thanks, handsome. You look great as well. Let me get some water for this and we’ll go?”

He nodded, and you quickly filled a tall glass with water for the rose, leaving it behind and joining Jason outside.

——-

Coffee went great. You walked around the park afterwards and talked for nearly an hour. You found a donut shop, and got donuts together, then continued on your walk. Around halfway through your date, you’d listened in on his thoughts enough and realized that he was your neighbor that would not stop screaming. Lovely. At least he was cute.

It was one twenty or so when he asked you to go back to his place to watch a movie. He didn’t have any other motives in his mind than to spend time with you, so you agreed.

Sometime during your date, you’d started holding hands. On the way back to your building, you were holding his hand and walking on the inside of the sidewalk, closer to the alleyways and buildings. You were in an...interesting...part of town, so you tried to keep your mind stretched out to keep you both safe (not that Jason probably couldn’t, the guy was built like Superman,) but you wanted to be cautious. However, the smooth, rich sound of Jason’s voice telling you about his little brothers was keeping you more or less distracted.

You registered a vaguely dangerous thought coming from an alleyway about two feet ahead of you. You instinctively grabbed your switchblade, flicking it open and pointing it into the alley just as you stepped around the corner. There was a man standing behind the corner, holding a much smaller knife, with an expression of shock on his face. He dropped his knife in surprise. The whole thing happened in a matter of seconds, before Jason had time to react. You ignored the fact that his jaw was basically on the floor (and the onslaught of surprised comments and curse words floating around in his head) and addressed the man in front of you.

“I hope we’ve learnt a valuable lesson about not mugging people in weird alleys.” You raised a brow at him, giving him your best ‘disappointed mom’ face. He nodded hastily before backing away and running down the alley.

You casually flipped your blade closed, bent down, and collected the would-be muggers knife from the ground.

“Here,” you offered it to Jason, who had finally managed to close his mouth (kinda) and was now staring at you in awe.

“How did you know he was there?” He questioned, his expression shifting to confusion.

“I just knew. Did you want this or am I keeping it?” You offered the knife again, but he pushed it aside, releasing his hand from yours. He placed both his hands on your shoulders and turned you to face him. His eyes searched yours as his thoughts became loud enough to hear.

‘Okay that was kinda hot. But how did she know he was there? I didn’t even know he was there and I- no. Maybe she planned it? But why would she plan something like that?’

“Jason,” You said firmly, holding his face in your hands and forcing his thoughts to quiet. “I didn’t plan it.” His eyes widened. “I knew he was there because I’m telepathic. I heard his thoughts.”

He pulled away from you, stepping back. You tried to read his thoughts but realized that he somehow knew how to block them, and was doing so now.

“Please don’t be mad,” you said quietly. Telling him was a huge gamble. There was a fifty percent chance he’d freak out and have you hauled off to Arkham, and a fifty percent change he’d be fine with it. You were seriously hoping the result was the latter.

“Mad? Are you kidding me?”

You braced yourself for him to freak out, already planning which way to run in your head.

“This is so cool!”

Every scared thought you had flew out the window.

“Are you serious?” You quirked a brow, propping a hand on your hip as you studied him.

“Um, hell yes! Wow, that’s so badass! You definitely have to meet my dad.”

You had no idea what his dad had to do with anything, but you went along with it, relieved he didn’t freak out, and actually seemed to think it was a cool thing.

“So you’re not gonna flip out and have me hauled off to Arkham?” You clarified. He stepped toward you, hands going to your hips as he pulled you in and pressed his lips to yours. Your body relaxed as your arms wrapped around his neck, but he quickly pulled away.

“Shit, sorry, I should have asked.” The distressed look on his face made you laugh.

“C’mere Todd.” You chuckled, pulling him back in to you and kissing him. He relaxed against you and kissed you back.

He pulled away with a mischievous smile.

“Does this mean I get a second date?” He asked, smirking.

“Only if you ask this time,” you teased, hands playing with the lapels of his leather jacket.

He gasped dramatically, pulling you closer to him. “That was a low blow, sweetheart.” You pressed a quick kiss to his mouth.

“I’ll make it up to you. But only if you make it up to me first.”

He cocked his head to the side. “For what?”

You laughed. “Honey, I don’t know if you’ve realized this, but you’ve been screaming internally for about three days straight.”

“Woah. You must have the worst migraine ever.” His face blanked. “Shit. I didn’t accidentally tell you I was the Redhood did I?”

“Tell me you were what?!”

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The Consequence of Secrets- Chapter 15

The Road-Trip

Liam x MC (Jennifer) Mention of Leo x Madeleine and Leo x Katie

Jennifer and Leo are on their way to visit Drake and Olivia in Lythikos, and things get pretty deep. You will learn more about Leo’s divorce, and also his feelings toward Madeleine. The tag list is at the end so we can get right into the story, if you would like to be added, or moved to the perma tag, all you have to do is let me know! Hope you enjoy it, and if you do, like, comment or reblog! I appreciate every single note!

Special shout out to my friend @darley1101, for helping me get into Leo’s head!

Disclaimer- I do not own these characters, that honor belongs to Pixelberry Studios, I’m just playing with them.

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The morning sun is warm on her face as Jennifer stands outside the palace doors, watching the staff load her things into one of two black SUV’s sitting in the circular drive. The vehicles are identical, both with armored sides and bullet proof glass, one will carry herself, Leo, and two guards, the other, two to four additional guards. Knowing Liam, he assigned four, especially given what happened there during their engagement tour.

Taking the train would be considerably faster but they wouldn’t use the royal train for such a small group and the public train was out of the question. As the Queen, she wouldn’t travel on public transportation, and even if she did, she couldn’t chance anyone seeing her growing belly. Liam had already written his announcement and he was so excited to deliver it at the picnic, she would hate if that moment was taken away from him by the press catching wind on their own. He tried to convince her to take the royal jet, but that seemed like an unnecessary allocation of resources for somewhere they could drive in just over five hours. Also, what if Liam needed it to go somewhere?

“Did you pack everything you’ll need my love?” Liam asks as he walks up beside her, wrapping his arm around her waist and pressing a kiss to her temple.

“Yep, I think so.” She nods. “I’ll only be gone two days, I don’t need much. And since we can’t stop to eat on the way, Maxwell packed a giant box of snacks for me. Hopefully there will something in there that would constitute a meal. If all else fails, one of the guards can run in somewhere, I can eat in the car.”

He looks at her, regret in his eyes, “I apologize, I know it is inconvenient for you to hide away.” The footman loading her things into the SUV steps back from the vehicle and Liam waves him over. “Please instruct the kitchen staff that Her Majesty requires an assortment of fresh fruit and vegetables to go.” The footman nods his assent, and, bowing to them both, hurries off into the palace.

“You don’t think Maxwell packed healthy snacks?” She asks him with a look of mock surprise. He was right to be concerned. She will never forget the time Maxwell made omelets with chopped pickles, capers, soy sauce and cheddar cheese, she still gets thirsty every time she thinks about it. For someone who was raised eating the finest food imaginable, he had quite the taste for junk food and strange combinations.

“I think you have a box full of crisps and candy in there.” He chuckles while his fingers press firm circles into the muscles of her lower back.

“Mmm… that feels good.” Her eyes close, relishing his touch with a sigh as her muscles relax. “How did you know I needed that?”

“I didn’t.” He shrugs. “I just like touching you.”

“I like it too.” She smiles. Standing on her tip toes, she presses a kiss to his cheek. “Hey, Liam?”

“Hey, Jennifer.” He replies, returning her smile.

She pauses, wondering if this was the best time to bring up what she had been thinking about lately. She meant to ask him last night, but then he got home late and they… She bites her lip, the image of him leaning over her, his eyes locked on her face as he groaned in pleasure at the forefront of her mind.

“Are you alright?” Lifting her chin with his forefinger, his eyes sweep her face, breaking her out of her thoughts. “You look a bit flushed.”

“I feel great.” She chuckles, her cheeks burning in embarrassment. Maybe she should tell him what she was thinking about, Leo wasn’t here yet… they had time to… Get ahold of yourself Jennifer, she thinks, mentally shaking herself as she clears her throat and takes a deep, centering breath. “Drake’s suspension is up in a few weeks…” He nods slowly, his fingers resuming their massage on her back. “Well, I just wanted to get your thoughts on that… before I speak to him about it. Do you want him to come back? Do you not want him to come back…?”

“I’ve been thinking about that for awhile now…” He sighs and looks off into the distance, pausing to gather his thoughts. “The truth is… I’m not sure how I feel about it. I no longer feel the anger I did before, but I worry that if I should see him again… those feelings may return.” He licks his lips, his brow furrowing as he thinks. “When I think about how it affected you… the way I was acting when he was here. I acted like a jealous asshole, and I don’t want to put you through that again.”

“Liam forget about me. I want to know how you would feel. Do you think you’ve moved past it enough for him to come back?” He had come so far in getting over what happened, and they were in a great place, but she knew deep down he was still hurting. The question was, is he hurting because he misses Drake, or because he still feels betrayed? “I mean… don’t you miss him?”

“I…” Relief flashes in his eyes as his words are cut off by Leo’s arrival, pulling a wheeled cooler behind him with a duffel bag slung over his shoulder. She can’t help but be annoyed, first Leo was late, then when he finally shows up it was at the worst possible moment.

“Liam!” Leo exclaims. “Did you change your mind about coming with us?”

“Unfortunately not.” He frowns, taking Jennifer’s hand and pressing a kiss to her knuckles. “I just came to see you off.”

“What’s in the cooler Leo?” She nods her head toward the SUV, at the staff member now loading the cooler into the back.

“Drinks, some sandwiches, the fruit and veggies Liam is making you take…” He says, walking away to load his own bag.

She turns to Liam, that little line he gets between his eyebrows when he is angered showing. “Hey.” She smiles, reaching up and pressing circles around the furrow with her finger. “I appreciate the fruits and veggies.” He chuckles, his face relaxing at her touch. Her eyes flit to Leo, waiting for her by the truck and back to her husband. “I guess this is it.” Her lip quivers and she buries her face in his chest, she doesn’t want him to see the tears that are stinging her eyes. His arms wrap around her, holding her tight against him as she hiccups back her tears. She feels ridiculous, this was far from the first time they spent a night apart after all. “I’m sorry.” She whispers. “I don’t know why I’m crying.”

“This will be the first night we’ve been apart since we found out you were pregnant.” She feels his chest rise and fall against hers, his chin resting on the top of her head while he rubs her back. “I don’t want to let you go.”

She looks up at him with wide eyes, her mouth hanging open in disbelief. “Then why did you tell me…”

“That’s not what I meant.” He chuckles and reaches up, his thumb brushing the tears from her cheeks. “I mean I physically don’t want to let go of you.”

“Oh, right.” She replies, giving him a chuckle of her own. “That makes more sense.”

His hands are warm against her cheeks as he leans down, pressing a long lingering kiss to her lips, leaving them both breathless when he pulls away. “I love you.” He whispers against her lips, his forehead resting against hers.

“I love you too.” She steps back with a sigh, wiping the rest of the moisture from her cheeks before he leads her to the waiting vehicle.

“All set?” Leo asks as they approach.

“Leo, a word please.” Liam says, inclining his head to the side. The two men walk back toward the palace doors, stopping a few feet away before Liam continues, his voice not quite low enough that she can’t hear what’s being said. “I’m trusting you to keep them safe.”

She smiles to herself by the waiting truck, her hand running up and down over their unborn child. “That’s your daddy.” She whispers. “Always so protective.”

“I will guard them with my life.” Leo promises with his hand over his heart. If he had a sword, he would look like a knight of old, pledging his service to his king.

“I know… I just…” Liam’s eyes meet hers, his forehead creased with worry as he holds her gaze. “I’m still apprehensive. The last time we stayed there…”

Leo frowns. He hadn’t been there for the events in Lythikos during her and Liam’s engagement tour, having left court the day after their father’s funeral. She understood why he left, it had been a difficult time, but Leo told them later he would never forgive himself for not being there when they needed him.

“I know man. I won’t let anything happen to them.” Leo says, his face set in a serious expression. It’s a rare look for him. Despite having the same training growing up that his younger brother did, Leo doesn’t share Liam’s talent for masking his true feelings behind a stoic demeanor. If Leo looked at you the way he was looking at Liam now, you could trust his word as if he made a blood oath.

Liam swallows heavily and nods. “Thank you, big brother.” He walks back to Jennifer, smiling as he reaches into his pocket. “I almost forgot to give you these.” Pulling his hand out, he places a bag holding two foam rubber earplugs into her palm. “They should make your visit more… peaceful.”

“Earplugs?” She asks, confused by the gift. “Why would I need earplugs?”

“You’ll know when you need them.” He chuckles, opening the back door of the vehicle for her. “You better get going my love, it’s a long drive.”

Smiling up at him, she slings her arms around his shoulders, kissing him softly as his arms wrap around her waist. He pulls her closer, groaning softly against her lips when he deepens the kiss. “I shall count the hours until your return my queen.” He steps back, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. “You’ll call me when you get there?”

“Of course.” She laughs as she climbs into the SUV, Leo entering from the other side. “And probably two times before that.”

“I look forward to it.” Bending at the waist, his hand cups her belly, kissing it before he stands up. “Have fun you two.” He gives her one more quick peck before stepping back, shutting the door as he does.

“We are ready to go now Andrew.” She says to the guardsman in the driver’s seat, buckling her seatbelt as he acknowledges her orders. She sneaks one more glance at Liam out the window as the tires begin to roll, blowing him a kiss when he waves before settling herself in the seat with a sigh.

“You too are so sweet I’m getting a toothache.”

“Shut up Leo.” She chuckles. “Sorry, I know we can be a bit much at times.”

“Nah, it’s cool. I’m just giving you shit. Honestly Jen, I’ve never seen my brother so happy.” He grins his signature grin, even when he’s being sincere he looks like he’s up to something. “And that’s because of you. So… thank you, for that.”

“You don’t have to thank me Leo. He makes me very happy too.”

“I can tell. You two really are the perfect couple.” The smile fades from his face and she sees a glimpse of the sadness behind his eyes before he turns away to gaze out the window, pointing at an old storefront not far from the palace. “It’s nice to see old Mrs. Seraphim’s diner is still there. I’ll have to get a burger before I leave.”

“Her son runs it now, Liam says it’s just as good as before.” She watches him, staring out the window, his finger tapping against the armrest on the door. In private, Liam would do the same thing when he was pondering something unpleasant. “Leo? Are you alright?”

“Hmm?” He turns to her, giving her a half smile when he sees her watching him. “Oh yeah… I’m alright.”

“I know that you said you were fine but… I’m here if you want to talk.”

He nods in response, clearing his throat before turning back to the window. With every silent moment that passes, him responding seems more and more unlikely. At least she tried right? She looks around to the back of the SUV, contemplating how difficult it would be to get into the cooler for a bottle of water when he finally speaks. “Sorry I brought up Drake at lunch, I honestly thought Liam was past all that.”

“He is, for the most part.” She replies nodding. “Liam isn’t ready to admit that he misses Drake yet, but I can tell that he does… I don’t think that’s what’s bothering you though Leo.”

His hand rakes down his face with a groan, grasping his lips and chin before turning to her, his expression unreadable. “Katie filed the papers, that’s how the press got word so quickly. I had intended to do it this week, but she beat me to it.”

“I’m so sorry Leo, I can’t imagine what you’re going through. If something happened to Liam and me… I don’t know what I would do.” Just the thought of a life without Liam causes the breath to catch in her throat. Taking a deep, shaky breath, she opens her eyes wide against the sting that had become all to familiar lately, she blinks rapidly, determined not to let the tears fall. “Ugh, damn these pregnancy emotions.”

“It is a frightening thought. My baby brother would be completely lost without you.” Leo chuckles warmly, his signature grin back on his lips before his expression turns more serious once again. “Don’t let what happened with me and Katie scare you. Our relationship was nothing like yours Jen.”

“I’m sorry to admit that I don’t know much about your relationship. Aside from she’s an American, you met while she was on a cruise and you came back here, broke off your engagement, abdicated the throne and ran off to marry her…” Saying it out loud, she can’t imagine what the hell Leo had been thinking at the time. Sure, she had gone to Cordonia after spending one night with Liam… But, that was different, wasn’t it? Of course it was, all she left behind was a shitty waitressing job, and she still had her law degree and trust fund if things hadn’t worked out. Leo gave up a kingdom.

“Well, when you put it that way, it sounds ridiculous.”

“Isn’t it?” She asks without thinking. “Sorry, I’ve been told I can be a little too blunt at times.”

“It’s cool.” He chuckles. “In hindsight, it is pretty ridiculous.”

“Well, despite your unconventional courtship, which I am not judging, by the way. I mean, look at my own… You have to admit there are some similarities, I was an American outsider too, and Liam still fell in love with me…”

“Let me stop you right there.” Leo says, holding up his hand. “Yes, you were both Americans, but that’s where the similarity between you and Katie ends. She wanted me because of what I was, not who I was.” He chuckles bitterly. “You should have seen her eyes light up when she asked me if I had a palace. I was just a means to an end for her, and I suppose she was for me as well.” He shakes his head, his mind clearly somewhere else before he swallows and continues. “But you… you fell in love with Liam despite his title and responsibilities. I know for a fact that it didn’t matter to you if he was a prince or a king or a busboy, you love him for him.” He turns to her, an affectionate smile stretched across his face. “But still, he is a King, you knew it wasn’t always going to be easy, hell, it was anything but easy for you two, and still, you stood by each other, you never let anything come between you. Katie and I, we never had that kind of love, and we never would have.”

Jennifer’s heart breaks at his words and the look on her brother-in-law’s face, his eyes downcast under his lowered brow as he chews on his lower lip. “You said, a means to an end… what do you mean by that?”

“Katie’s grandmother was secretly rich, how she kept five hundred million dollars a secret is beyond me, but that doesn’t matter. Anyway, she put this will together for all her grandkids and they each had to adhere to a strict set of activities for them to claim their inheritance, Katie had to be married by the end of summer.” He shrugs. “I saw it as a way out too I suppose. I never wanted the crown, never wanted this life, and we both know damn well Liam is the right man for the job.”

“But you must have loved her… You’re impulsive Leo, but even you aren’t crazy enough to propose to a woman you have no feelings for.”

“I think…” He replies after what seemed like an eternity. “I loved the idea of her… if that makes sense.” He sighs heavily, his hand running through his hair. “She’s the polar opposite of Madeleine.”

“Madeleine?” Jennifer asks, confused as to what she had to do with this.

“I didn’t want to love Madeleine, my father chose her for me when we were just teenagers. She was serious even then, trained in courtly politics her whole life. Father thought she would be good for me, that she could settle me down. You can see how well that worked out.” He laughs. “I wasn’t ready for that.”

“You settled down with Katie though.” She points out.

“No, not really. We had fun, we travelled the world. I thought that was how it was going to be, that’s what we talked about, but then, she bought a house and before we knew it, she was pregnant. I was shocked, I was always so careful… Now I know it didn’t matter, she was sleeping with two other guys. Every time I left for a race, she ran off to her boyfriend’s houses. Really glad I wore those condoms.” He says sarcastically. “I knew it was a mistake before we even walked down the aisle, but I couldn’t admit that Father and Regina were right, irresponsible Leo made another stupid decision.”

Jennifer opens her mouth to speak, closing it again as she realizes she doesn’t know what to say. Did he really go through with it just so he wouldn’t have to tell his father he was right? And he said he didn’t want to love Madeleine, not that he didn’t love her at all. “The way you were yesterday with Madeleine… I assume there’s still something there?”

“It was certainly good to see her.” If the way his blue-green eyes are sparkling is any indication, he doesn’t need to answer, she knows at the very least, he has a deep affection for his former fiancé. “We had some good times, me and Maddy.” His eyes take on a faraway look, smiling fondly at some distant memory.

“Leo, I’m all for you both finding happiness, but if you’re going to pursue this, you need to make damn sure it’s what you want. You’ve already broken her heart once and she deserves better than to be your rebound.”

He chuckles deeply. “Why Jen, I didn’t know you were such a Madeleine fan.”

“We’ve come a long way.” She says, one eyebrow raised, and her lips pursed. “I don’t want to see her get hurt. Not again.”

“I know the hurt I caused her, believe me. I have no intention of making that same mistake again. I’m not going to lie, I do care for her, but I promise I won’t pursue anything until I’m ready.” Leo looks down at his hands, his lips pouted slightly as he picks at his thumb nail. “I owe her that much… at the very least.”

“Good.” She smiles, shifting in her seat to find a more comfortable position. She was going to have to do one of the stretching routines her trainer gave her when they got to Olivia’s house.

“I’m gonna grab a soda, you want something?” Leo asks, taking off his seatbelt.

“A water would be great, thanks.” Leo nods, getting up from his seat and squeezing between his and Jennifer’s. She hears the cooler open, the ice inside crunching together as he digs around inside. “Oh! And the veggies Liam got for me please.”

The glass container he passes between the seats is so large, she needs both hands to take it, she’s pretty sure it’s a cake pan. Who did they think they were feeding? Settling the pan on her lap, she opens it, finding a large assortment of vegetables and a container of hummus inside. “Yes!” She exclaims as Leo crawls back into his seat, his hands full with two bottles and a foil package.

“I’ve never seen someone so excited about a bunch of vegetables.” He laughs, dropping the bottles into the cup holders in front of them.

“I’m not.” She picks up a carrot, scooping a large amount of hummus onto it and holding it up with a flourish. “I’m excited about the roasted red pepper hummus, it’s my favorite.” She says, biting into it with a satisfying crunch. “Now, I believe I was promised embarrassing stories about my husband.”

“That you were your majesty.” He unwraps his sandwich, taking a large bite and swallowing before he answers as Jennifer continues munching on her cut up veggies. “Let’s see… Oh!” He laughs. “When he was a baby, Liam hated to be on grass, must have hated the way it tickled or something, so I used to put him out in the middle of the lawn and watch him cry.”

“What? Why?” She asks, her hand instinctively resting on her belly. Her poor husband, little baby Liam screaming because his brother abandoned him in the grass.

“It was funny.” He shrugs. “I used to lock his stuff in the drop claw machine my father got for us. He would spend hours trying to get his stuff back.” When Liam told her that story, it sounded kind of funny, now it just sounds mean. “And I used to pin him down and tap on his forehead, he hated that.” He laughs harder. “Sometimes, when Drake slept over, I would help them build a fort in his room then make it collapse on them… Then there was the time I convinced him play-doh was cookie dough… his teeth were red for days! Father actually made the dentist come because he thought his gums were bleeding!”

“Okay…” She says slowly, suddenly happy to be an only child. “none of those things are embarrassing Leo, they’re just mean.”

“Don’t feel too bad for him Jen, he got me plenty too.” He smirks as she raises her eyebrows, not believing a word of it. “One time, Liam and Drake were in my room, watching me do my hair and they jumped up behind me and put a pillowcase over my head. They dragged me through the palace and shoved me into the trash chute from the top floor. I slid all the way down to the basement, picking up wet nasty muck the whole way down, until I landed in the huge dumpster at the bottom. Luckily, all the trash bags broke my fall.”

“That is the greatest thing I’ve ever heard!” She says through peals of laughter. “How old were they?”

“Maybe eight or nine. Young enough that they needed both of them to restrain me.”

Whenever she heard stories of their childhoods, she wished she had grown up with them all, their adventures together were the stuff of legends. Now, it just further strengthened her resolve to repair their friendship, they needed each other. “I hope they can work this out… their friendship I mean.” She frowns, snapping the cover onto the food container.

“I hope so too.” He replies, taking the pan from her lap and sliding it onto the bench seat behind them. “I think they will, it’s just going to take some time.”

She nods, her lower lip tucked between her teeth. That’s what everyone said, give it some time. It had been five months… five months of not saying a word to each other, both of them too damn stubborn to extend an olive branch.

“Hey.” He says, nudging her with his elbow to break her out of her thoughts. “You want to watch a movie? I can pull something up on my laptop.”

She rests her head against the headrest, turning toward him with a smile. “No thanks, but you go on ahead. I think I’ll take a nap.” She reaches down, yawning deeply into her other hand and using the controls to move the seat back as far as possible, lowering it into a reclining position. “Hopefully when I wake up, we’ll be in Lythikos.”

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flannelplanet · 7 years ago

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Stranger Than Fiction

Chapter 5

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Summary:

The air outside was stale, just like she remembered and the sick, familiar feeling sitting deep within her gut reminded her of just how little she wanted to be back in Riverdale. As Jellybean’s sleek, black car pulled up just outside the only hotel within miles, Jughead’s hand tightened around hers, as if to say

you’ll be okay, I’m here.

Thanks to @jandjsalmon as always for being the most amazing beta to ever beta and for making my words beautiful ♥♥♥

Also thanks to @youbuildmeupbeliever, @tory-b, @paperlesscrown, @aunt-imogene, and @a92vm for reading over it for me before it went to Jandy and making sure I didn’t use the word “thrust” a bajillion times (LOL y’all think I’m joking). You’re all amazing and I love each and every one of you.

Notes:

*warning* This chapter is super spicy if you catch my Riverdale drift. Read with caution.

It is important to note that I completely made up the judicial element of this fic. The appeal scene in this chapter is absolutely not how it would work in real life at all.

Happy reading everyone! Since it took so long to update, I gave you a 6k+ word chapter to make up for it ;)

A preview of chapter 5 is under the cut!

The tinkling of the bells above the door at Pop’s Chock'lit Shoppe alerted the nearly-empty diner, along with Pop Tate, of their arrival. Though there were hardly any patrons inside, Betty still moved with caution through the tables and chairs with Jughead following closely behind. When they approached a somewhat private booth in the back they took their seats on opposite sides of the table and removed their jackets as a large man in a chef’s uniform approached them.

“Betty Cooper! Is that really you?” Pop didn’t care to hide his excitement at seeing one of his favorite customers return to him, “I’ve missed you, girl!”

Betty moved herself closer to the man so she could hug him, pleased and warmed by the enthusiasm and the fact that apparently she still had at least one ally in Riverdale. “Hey, Pop! It’s so good to see you!”

Once Betty scooted back to her original spot on the booth bench, the older man shook his head. “It ain’t right, what happened to you. This town ain’t treated you right, not for a second. I’m sorry ‘bout all that. But now you’re back!” Jughead smiled to himself at the jovial old man. “What can I get you and your-” he paused, acknowledging Jughead for the first time, smiling brightly, “boyfriend? You want your usual?”

“You remember my usual after all this time?” She asked, a little taken back by the fact, but feeling tender emotions in her heart just the same.

“Of course, Betty! I remember all my favorite customers’ orders! Now, what can I get you?”

“The usual would be great, Pop.” Betty motioned towards Jughead before introducing the two of them. They shook hands and Jughead placed his order.

“I’ll take the biggest cheeseburger you’ve got and a coffee, please.” Jughead was starving and though he tried staying in shape, he loved a greasy burger.

“Sure thing, Mr. Jones. Anything for a friend of my girl’s here. I'll have this up in a jiffy. Until then you two let me know if you need anything.”

As Pop walked away from their table, Jughead turned toward Betty. She looked beautiful in the soft, dim diner light despite the sun shining brightly outside. “Betty,” he said, smiling at the way her eyes snapped to his face so quickly. “Are you doing alright?”

“I’m doing as well as can be expected, I guess. Being in Riverdale makes my skin crawl.”

“I know, baby girl. We don’t have to stay here for very long. Just tomorrow and then we’re gone and I promise I’ll take your mind off things once we get back to the hotel... but first I need you to do something for me.” Betty agreed immediately, as she always did, eager to hear what was being requested of her. “I need you to call your parents’ house and let them know you’re in town,” he said solemnly, taking her hand in his across the table.

“What?” she practically screeched and pulled her hand from his. “I can’t do that, Jughead. I can’t.” Betty could feel the tightening in her chest. She was getting herself worked up and finding it increasingly difficult to breathe.

“Betty, baby. Calm down. It’s okay. I’ll be with you the entire time and all I want you to do is tell them that you’re in town. I’m certain they know about tomorrow. You don’t have to schedule a meeting with them or go see them, just tell them you’re here. They’re your parents and there is a real reason I’m asking you to do this, one that I’ll tell you someday, but for now I need you to trust me.” He again covered her shaking hand with his own warmer, steadier one.

The weight of his hand on hers grounded her slightly, as did his calming words. She managed to slow her breathing to a normal rate after a few moments and as her thoughts came back to her, she took a deep breath and let her eyes roam over her dinner date. She knew exactly what he was doing getting her to take the steps to mend fences in the future. She appreciated it, but was equally terrified. Could she do it? Call her parents after ten long years of pretending they didn’t exist?

“Betts, you need to do this. I promise it will be as painless as possible but it’s important. A quick phone call and we can get on with… other things. If you’re good for me, I’ll make it extra good for you,” he added, hoping the light bit of humor would help calm her.

The fingers of the hand already holding his own tightened as she reached for her phone with her other hand. “Alright, Jug. I trust you. I’ll call them. I’m not promising I won’t hang up on whoever answers after I’ve told them I’m here, but I’m calling.” Her eyes narrowed on him as she picked up her phone. “You owe me so many orgasms, Mr. Jones.”

Her words startled a laugh out of him. He decided to get up from his own side of their booth and slide in next to her. His arm snaked around her and he held her tightly as she dialed the number she had known by heart since she was a small girl.

The phone rang until the answering machine picked up. Betty looked at Jughead whose expression urged her to continue.

“Mom and Dad? This is Betty. I just wanted to let you know I’m in town for the appeal hearing. I don’t know how long I’ll be here, but I’m staying at the hotel just past the town line. You can call there if you want to talk to me. Bye.”

Betty hung up the phone and allowed herself to fall back into Jughead’s arms as she sighed the biggest sigh of relief. “Such a good girl for me, Betty. Such a good girl,” he murmured, kissing the top of her head and rubbing his hand gently against her shoulder.

Once the two of them ate what amounted to one of the best cheeseburgers Jughead had ever eaten, they left Pop’s and walked back toward the Riverdale Inn hand in hand.

“Go, get cleaned up and ready for me, baby girl” Jughead told her as they approached their door. “I’m just going to let Jellybean know we’re back.”

Betty kissed his cheek and quickly entered their room, her excitement almost palpable as Jughead walked the few steps to his sister’s room and knocked. The door opened with a flourish to reveal Jellybean in her finest holey pajama bottoms and a Pixies shirt. “What do you want, Fucker?” she asked, raising her perfect eyebrow.

“Just to tell you that we’re back… and that you might want some earplugs,” he replied with a smirk.

“Ew, gross. I’m going to pretend you didn’t just say that.” Jughead chuckled at his own joke as she continued. “How is she, Jug?”

“She’s okay. I had her call her parents before we came back just to let them know we’re here.”

“And how did she take that?” Jellybean stepped aside to let Jughead into her room.

“I really can’t stay long,” he said as he stepped inside from the hallway. “She panicked at first, but she did call them. It’s good for her, and for them, to at least know she’s okay. I know you would’ve wanted the opportunity to speak with our parents after what happened too, if you had the chance.”

Jellybean nodded. “You’re right, Juggie. Maybe before this trip is over I should sit her down and tell her my story?”

Jughead nodded, a thoughtful look on his face. “I think that might be a great idea, but you don’t have to go telling her tomorrow. Let the moment come. Now, I’m going over there and I’m going to take her mind off of all of this.” He grabbed a small plastic package from his pocket and threw it at his sister. “Here, I was serious about these.”

“Earplugs? You’re ridiculous.” She shook her head fondly at her brother. “Go do what you need to do, bro. I’ll be here doing my own thing. I have noise cancelling earphones and very loud music.”

A devastatingly handsome smirk crossed his features and he practically ran to the room next door.

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m0onbean · 7 years ago

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A+ (High School AU!) Chapter 12

category: angst, FlOoF

pairing: eunwoo X reader

note: 2.9K words! a couple more chapters left to go! i’m a little sad that this series is ALMOST over, not quite, but just ALMOST

To say you were bored was an understatement. Since you were staying at Jiyoon's house and she was extremely hustled with work, you were isolated in her pink bedroom scrolling through Youtube and taking random quizzes. Even if she was there to accompany you, you still weren't in the mood to do anything.

After Eunwoo finally declared that he would leave you alone, there was a heavy feeling in your heart. It was silly, you told him to go away and to stop caring and he obeyed. But because he did comply to your demands, you couldn't help but feel disappointed. You hated yourself for acting like those girls who play hard to get and when the boys finally give up they start crying.

You tried texting Rocky but he was also overloaded with his own affairs. Seeing your employed friends actually having a living and working made you feel inferior and feel like a bum. Thus, you took out the resume Eunwoo gave you and filled everything out.

After making sure you sounded professional and good enough, an hour passed and you were ready to turn it in. You called the company and mailed the resume using Jiyoon's address. Now the last step was waiting for them to call you back for a job interview.

In the midst of your working, your phone lit up to indicate that you received a notification. It was a text from Rocky.

(Y/N), I'm back from work! Wanna grab dinner with me? I'll pay :)

You read the text and pumped your fists in the air. Free food is always great!

Hell yeah! Pick me up here: ______

After sending Jiyoon's address, you changed into a casual outfit which consisted of a denim jacket and leggings with a random shirt. Your phone lit up again.

Hey that's really close to where I live! I'll be there in a minute.

You headed outside and waited for Rocky to show up. As you rubbed your cold hands together for warmth, your mind instantly flashed back the memory of Eunwoo holding your hands, radiating heat that could replace any sweater in the world. The memory brought your mood down but you tried to ignore it by shoving your freezing fingers into your pockets.

A car pulled by and you saw Rocky's head sticking out from the window, smiling at you. "Hey!" He called and you ran over to the passenger's seat and smiled back.

"Where are we eating?" You asked while simultaneously buckling your seatbelt.

"We're going to eat at a ramen place that I found recently!" He excitedly answered while driving forward.

After conversing for a while in the car, the two of you finally arrived at the store. The moment you got out of the car, you instantly recognized the ramen place.

It was the same place you and Eunwoo ate at. The same dim lighting and empty tables. Memories flooded in your brain as different sweet moments bubbled up reminding you of everything. You remembered the argument you two had about showering in the morning or night. You remembered spilling your heart to him about your fucked up family. You remembered his tight grip on your hand when you felt a tear threatening to spill out of your eyes.

All of it was too much to handle, but you tried covering up your panic by just offering a small smile to Rocky. He overlooked your obvious uneasiness and dragged you inside with him.

When the two of you sat down, you couldn't help but flicker your eyes frantically at the same table you and Eunwoo sat at and ate huge bowls of delicious ramen at. Rocky noticed this and asked you if you wanted to sit there. In reply you quickly shook your head and pretended to look through the menus although you already knew what you wanted.

"This place is really great. Have you eaten here before?" Rocky asked you.

"Ah... yes I have." You admitted which made Rocky look a little disappointed.

"Oh, sorry... I wanted to take you somewhere new..."

"Ah it's fine!" You shook your hands at him and gave him a reassuring look. "This place is amazing!"

"Well, as long as you're satisfied!" Rocky beamed.

After taking your orders, you felt a little more uneasy since it didn't feel right eating with Rocky there. It shouldn't be, it was just a casual hangout with friends... right? And it's not like it was a holy site that only you and Eunwoo should eat together at...

As you and Rocky talked a little more, he finally brought up what you were trying to avoid the most.

"So... how's the jerk?"

You winced at how he called him a jerk. Although you did tell him to call him that, you felt guility about it.

"Oh, I forgave him. You can stop calling him a jerk now."

"Oh? So what should I call him now?"

You considered it for a moment. "Well, I suppose you can just call him by his name: Eunwoo."

"Eunwoo?" Rocky stirred the straw in his cup. "Are you talking about Cha Eunwoo?"

You almost, ALMOST, fell out of your chair. "Yeah! Do you know him?" You asked a little bit too quickly.

Rocky gave you a small smile and sipped out of his straw. "I can't believe you fell in love with Eunwoo. At the same time I'm not surprised either."

You couldn't believe it either.

"Yeah, I know him. We worked together before."

"Really? For what?" You always knew that Eunwoo never really liked mentioning much about himself, but you thought that it was just something he didn't like steering the conversation to. Now that you two were on a break, you were more inquisitive than ever.

"I never talked about this but... I rap and he sings."

Your jaw fell when you heard that. Eunwoo... he can sing?! Before you could say anything, the waiter walked towards you two and served the two enormous ramen bowls. Rocky smirked at your shock at started to slurp the noodles.

"W-what? He can sing?"

Rocky nodded while sipping the soup.

"Why doesn't he like talking about it?"

"Well... you see... some issues occurred and we had to stop working together. Ever since then I guess we both left those careers behind."

"What kind of issues?"

"Well, some dude named Oscar who came from a super wealthy family sued us for 'stealing' his song ideas. He reported it to our company and we ended up getting fired." Rocky used his chopsticks to pick up a piece of kimchi.

"O-Oscar?" That name sounded so familiar.

"How dare you treat my little sister like that!!"

"Oscar. I don't fucking care about your sister. You can stop defending her now, just think of what I did as a favor. Now, she won't ever associate herself with men!"

Your memory clicked as you remembered where you heard the name from. Oscar was the intimidating body builder who almost sent Eunwoo to the ER with a punch if it hadn't been for you interrupting them.

“Hey, don’t worry about it. Oscar just has a long grudge on me because of some stuff that happened before.”

You recalled that Oscar held a long grudge on Eunwoo but Eunwoo never clarified it further. Eunwoo gave clues about his past that you ignored and felt were insignificant.

"You know Oscar?" Rocky curiously inquired while taking another bite of noodles.

"Yeah... doesn't he despise Eunwoo?"

Rocky deeply sighed and put his chopsticks down. "Yup. Ever since he got us fired for something we DIDN'T do, there's been a rivalry between those two."

"What about you?"

"Honestly, I still loathe Oscar. He crushed our motivation and careers. It happened such a long time ago that I learned to stop caring. But Eunwoo couldn't. Eunwoo never forgets. So I don't really have a rivalry with Oscar, but Eunwoo still does."

"But... Eunwoo still has a future. He's immensely wealthy and he'll be taking his father's position as CEO too! There's no reason he should still be mad or feel distressed."

After taking one last bite of noodles, Rocky wiped his mouth and chuckled at you. He looked up at you.

"(Y/N). Singing was Eunwoo's dream. It was the only thing he loved. Have you ever had something you love being taken away from you?"

All the time, you thought to yourself

You pushed past people standing in the hallways and ran everywhere, searching for Eunwoo. When you found that he was standing with his friends next to a couple of classrooms, you sighed out of relief.

Just when you were about to sprint closer to him and hug him tightly, your foot suddenly hit another person's leg which sent you flying to the floor. A loud thud boomed when you collapsed onto the cement. You winced out of pain and rubbed your knee that got scraped. Everyone continued doing their business, not bothering to help you or even notice that you were crumpling on the floor. When you looked up you saw that Eunwoo merely glanced over you carelessly and went back to his conversation.

Later on at lunch, you tried scouting for him again. When you saw a group of boys hanging around behind the school, you immediately recognized that Eunwoo was there. You made your way to them, ready to drag Eunwoo away. However, a large looking man stepped in front of you to halt you just in time.

You sighed out of frustaration, "What the hell do you want?"

"You aren't allowed here." He crooked his eyebrow at you. "What are you even doing here anyways?"

"I need to talk to somebody." You rolled your eyes and attempted to push him out of your way. Despite your efforts, he managed to literally carry you bridal style and throw you back onto the campus. You screamed and kicked at him but failed horribly. When you looked back at Eunwoo to see if he would help you, you found that he didn't even bat an eye at you the whole time.

Finally, you decided that this would be your last chance. If Eunwoo rejected you again after school, then you would stop trying. After taking deep breaths, you made your way to him in science class just when the bell was about to ring.

"Eunwoo."

He looked up at you but didn't bother to take his earplugs out of his ear.

"We need to talk."

Eunwoo took an earbud out. "What?"

"Let's talk."

He looked at you weirdly in a way that made you feel like a stranger to him.

"About what?"

You tried your best not to rip all of the hair off of your head. "Don't act like you don't know me Eunwoo!"

"Remember I said that I would stop caring about you? I mean what I say."

Those words bit you on your ass as you started to regret acting so cold towards him. I guess I’m getting a taste of my own medicine. He put his earbud back in and walked outside the classroom door although the class hadn't been dismissed yet. That didn't let you stop him though. You chased after him and clutched at his sleeve when you finally caught up at his speed. Eunwoo lifted his head and looked up at your hand and gave you an annoyed glare.

Before you could start confessing to him, both of you hear a loud shout from behind. The both of you look backwards and see that some teacher was shrieking. "Get back here both of you!" The teacher yelled.

"Or else I will give you two demerits!" The angry lady added which caused the both of you to look at eachother in fear. As if a magical connection sparked in both of your minds, the both of you bolted away from her.

The two of you scampered out of the school grounds together as you two panted heavily but still kept a steady speed. When you both managed to make it outside in two pieces, the two of you collapsed out of exhaustion onto the floor. For a couple minutes you two were just panting and not exchanging any looks or words to eachother.

"Eunwoo." You grunted while taking a swig of water from your bottle.

"What?" He finally answered as you handed him your bottle which he gratefully accepted.

"I'm sorry." You gulped.

When he didn't say anything, you felt your heartbeart grow louder and louder in your chest. You decided to continue.

"All this time I thought you had everything. I thought that you were the luckiest person on Earth and I envied you. I'm sorry I didn't know that your dreams have been crushed..."

You sniffled but still managed to restrain those tears. When you saw that Eunwoo wasn't holding you back, you scooted closer to him so that the both of you were sitting in front of eachother. His face was bowed down so you couldn't see the weather in his eyes.

"Rocky told me everything. I want to let you know that I regret all of those times I've ever said that you had everything and that you were perfect compared to me."

You shyly took his hand into yours which he didn't resist. "I'm sorry for not paying attention to you. All this time you were protecting me which I wasn't thankful for. This time, I will protect you."

He finally looked up and you saw that beautiful face of his which you could never get over. Before you could examine further, Eunwoo seized your face and leaned his lips into yours.

His soft, warm lips glided against yours perfectly. You decided to list this as one of the top best feelings in the world. Although he had done this before, it still felt new and unfamiliar. You’ll just have to get used to it since it’ll be happening a lot now.

When he released your lips you felt a small drop of water fall onto your face. When your eyes lifted up you saw that Eunwoo was staring at you warmly with glossy eyes and tears surrounded the brim of them. It was such a beautiful sight just looking at Eunwoo.

"Do you know how hard I try to resist kissing you every single day I’m with you?" Eunwoo finally asks while tightly hugging your body.

You laugh into his chest and hug him back, thankful that he forgave you.

"Eunwoo... I want you to tell me everything."

Now you two were laying on his bed comfortably while cuddling in eachother's arms. You were dressed in the same hoodie you've stolen from Eunwoo and kept for a couple days now. Your small body compared to his was wrapped in his long arms. You decided to list cuddling as your second top feeling in the world.

"I loved to sing, (Y/N). It was my only passion." He softly said into your ear as you listened intently.

"I would go to the recording studio with Rocky many times a day and write different pieces with him. Just when we were about to release our first song that I was ecstatic about, it was immediately cancelled. Oscar, the douchebag artist who worked in a different company, accused us of stealing his original tune or something like that. Although Rocky and I were innocent, he still managed to win since he was way more wealthy than the two of us combined."

"At that time, you weren't rich?"

"Not at all. So ever since I started attending the same school as him, we would try stealing eachother's girlfriends, getting eachother in trouble, doing those sorts of childish things. I guess those playing times are over now. I've moved on, I guess. Now that I��m rich, I guess I don’t have to worry anymore.”

Although you couldn’t see his face, you knew that his eyes were filled with wonder and regret.

"(Y/N). I absolutely enjoyed singing. It was more than a hobby. It was my dream."

He sighed loudly and held onto you tightly.

"Eunwoo... why are you speaking in past tense?"

"What do you mean?"

You pulled away from him to stare into his mysterious eyes. This time it was sparkling. It was a new weather this time. Instead of having a specific climate, it just looked like stars caping the midnight sky. You decided that this was your favorite weather out of all the ones you have seen before.

"I mean, you keep on saying that singing WAS your passion. Why can't it still be your dream?"

"It's just a silly idea. I won't become a singer, I'll still have to take my father's position and ditch those plans."

"I think you can do it."

Eunwoo laughed sarcastically. "Ah... it's such an old obsession though. I'm over it."

"Sing for me." You demanded while squeezing his soft cheeks.

"Ah! That hurts... okay I will." You let go of his cheeks, satisfied, and snuggled into his chest again to hear him.

He cleared his throat and started to sing anything that came to his mind.

You never thought that you would ever be able to hear an angel sing before.

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welcometophu · 7 years ago

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Not Your Destiny: Chapter 7

Marked Book 1: Not Your Destiny

Chapter 7

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Luca’s car is the last to arrive at Antigone. Ángel spots Cleto’s Camaro parked next to Tanner’s truck, and the disconnect of seeing the cars together leaves Ángel’s mouth dry. He hesitates in the back seat of Luca’s car, lingering after Luca and Gabi both climb out.

“I’ve got the keys, Angel. You can’t leave without me,” Luca comments idly, leaning on the passenger door. He swings the keys on his fingertip, then shoves them deep in his pocket. “Unless you’re either a really good pickpocket or can hotwire a car.”

“What makes you think I can’t do that?” Ángel asks, because it seems like the right retort, not because he actually has plans to do either.

Luca leans in, says quietly, “I’m not going to argue if you decide to shove your hand down my pants, but I’m pretty sure you’ll get—” He cuts off as Gabi yells his name, pulls back quickly. “Just come on. Let’s go in. Because if you think about it, your friends are in there right now, and probably talking to Maritsa and Zita.”

And that’s enough to get Ángel moving.

Music blares loud enough to hear through the closed door on the side of the building that Luca leads them to. He pulls it open, motions for Ángel to walk into the kitchen. One of the guys on the line waves to Luca, who responds by tapping his wrist.

“Not until two,” the guys calls back, and Luca spreads his hands, shakes his head.

“Nope, sorry, gotta sleep sometime,” Luca responds. Then he pushes through the door to the main room, where the music nearly bowls Ángel over with the high volume.

Luca reaches into his pocket, hands something to Ángel.

Ear plugs.

Ángel holds them up, pinched between thumb and fingers. “Seriously?”

Luca puts a pair in his own ears, nods. “Seriously. Mario says it’s not Tarantella Tuesday unless the entire neighborhood can hear the music. He almost never turns it down, and I have sensitive ears.”

“Ángel!”

He has an armful of Hayley before he sees her, feels her kiss against his cheek. He wraps his arms around her, breathes her in, light and bright after a day breathing nothing but oil.

“Hi!” she shouts as soon as she pulls back. She has bright orange foam shoved in her ears, and her voice shatters against Ángel’s eardrums, clashing with the music. He holds up the earplugs that Luca handed him, and Hayley nods enthusiastically.

Ángel’s just about to slip them in when the volume lowers drastically. Hayley blinks, and Gabi shouts, “Hey!”

“I want to be able to talk while we eat.” Zita motions for Ángel to come to a table off to one side. “Mario’ll turn it back up later. I know you like your brain to bleed when you dance.”

“If I can hear who I’m dancing with, it’s not fun,” Gabi says cheerily. She pats the seat next to hers. “C’mon, Ángel, sit your ass down.”

It’s not just one table—it’s three tables dragged together, and ten chairs assembled around them. One chair sits empty while Maritsa perches on Cleto’s lap, knees crossed as she leans forward to grab a piece of bread from the basket on the middle table. Every other seat is filled, with Hayley and Tanner taking spaces down near Sam and Max. Ángel’s separated from them by Gabi, Tony, and Cleto, and Zita sits on his other side.

Zita leans closer, taps the table to get his attention. “What do you want? You and your friends are eating on Mollicone’s tab tonight.”

“And drinking?” Tanner asks. Cleto snorts softly.

“I like him,” Luca says.

Tanner grins. “I’m likable.”

“And drinking,” Zita confirms. “Whatever Mario will serve. Keys on the table.” She taps it three times, and Luca, Sam, and Tanner all place their keys in front of them. “Fine. Luca, Max, and I will drive. No one else. Ángel’s friend, who do you want holding your keys?”

There’s some negotíation and introduction, and in the end, Tanner’s keys end up in the pocket of Luca’s leather jacket. They all argue about food, but in the end it gets ordered to be brought out family style. Ángel sits back and lets someone else figure it out—he doesn’t really care whether calamari is a must or a no way. Besides. It gives him a chance to look around, try to let his brain regroup and assimilate this new thing in his life.

It’s a tiny place, with booths down one side, and a counter that would look like a diner if it weren’t for the well-stocked bar behind it. There are a stack of tables and chairs in the back corner, near the sign that declares we don’t care who you are, just clean up after yourself next to a room that he assumes is the restroom. The few remaining tables are off to the sides, leaving most of the floor empty.

“Dancing later,” Gabi says. “Or well, you could dance now, but no one else is.”

“Food first,” Zita says. “Dancing can wait.”

“I didn’t know they did dancing here.” Tanner gestures with his fork, then pulls back as a bowl of calamari is placed in front of him. He grabs a deep-fried ring and uses that to make his point instead. “Mom said the food is good, but I was figuring it’d be more spaghetti and meatballs and less… loud.”

“Less tarantella?” Sam asks, laughing. “We don’t actually dance the tarantella, but I bet Mario knows the traditional dances. He just likes the way Tarantella Tuesday sounds. There’ll be people drifting in to drink and dance later. Most people avoid this place for dinner on Tuesdays.”

“Which makes it perfect for us.” Zita raises her glass, and Ángel lifts his beer as well. “To friends, new and old.”

Hayley and Tanner clink their glasses together. Ángel’s gaze is drawn to their inked wrists, and he bites his tongue and turns away.

Gabi reaches for the plate of ravioli, pushing a bowl of sausage toward Ángel. “Take food,” she says. “And stop feeling sorry for yourself.” Her voice lowers. “So how long ago did your girlfriend start dating your boyfriend, anyway?”

Two pieces of sausage drop off the spoon on the edge of Ángel’s plate, one rolling off and onto the table. He puts the spoon down, rescues his sausage, and turns back to Gabi just in time to find her loading his plate with ravioli. He puts out a hand to stop her, wrapping his fingers around her wrist. “Hayley and I broke up just before break,” he admits quietly. “And Tanner’s not my boyfriend.”

Maritsa snorts loudly enough that Tanner glances at her. She waves at him, twists to look at Ángel. “Maybe you didn’t date,” she whispers. “But you wanted to in high school. Everyone thought you were.”

“We didn’t,” Ángel says firmly. He rubs at his wrist, uncomfortable with the direction the conversation is taking. “And Hayley and Tanner aren’t dating. Exactly.” He glances down the table, spots where Tanner’s hand lies atop Hayley’s. “It’s new.”

“Just how long have you been home, anyway?” Gabi asks.

“Twenty-four hours,” Ángel mutters. He spears a ravioli, gratified when the cheese wells up through the tiny holes he makes in the pasta. He pushes it through the sauce, shoves it in his mouth. Eating makes a great excuse not to talk, right?

His beer gets refilled from the pitcher on the table when his glass is empty, and he drains that one as well. Max somehow drags him into a conversation about college football—they’d heard about the fiasco that started PHU’s year even down here. It turns into a brief conversation about the rights of the Talented among the mundane before Zita reroutes it into a discussion of upcoming superhero movies. No one at the table seems surprised, but Ángel feels the shift in mood keenly.

He glances at Zita, and she looks back at him, cocks her head and raises an eyebrow.

The music ramps up a notch, and Hayley squeals at the song that comes on. Ángel recognizes it as something popular their freshman year, but he can’t remember who it is. Hayley pokes Tanner in the side. “Come on and dance with me,” she says, and Tanner flushes.

��I’m not a good dancer,” he protests.

“Neither is Ángel, but I’ve been dancing with him for years.” Hayley blows him a kiss, and Ángel scratches his cheek with his middle finger in response. She laughs, then stands and tugs at Tanner. “Come on.”

Sam slides out, touches Max’s shoulder. “We’ll join you, so you won’t be alone.”

Gabi glances at Zita, who gives a shallow nod. “I want to see how bad Ángel is,” Gabi declares, shoving her own chair back with a scraping sound. Her tug doesn’t leave room for argument, and her hand curls warmly in his.

“I’m not that bad,” he assures her, and she just touches his cheek.

“I’ll be the judge of that.”

They break a dam in the place, and people start moving from tables to the dance floor. Lights dim, and the small space seems even smaller, crowded with bodies. Gabi dances like a cat, sleek and lithe. When Luca joins them, Gabi makes space for him, cheers as Luca grabs Ángel, tucks him in close.

Ángel’s not a terrible dancer, but next to his new coworkers, he feels like he’s completely lacking in grace. He shifts his hips, sways with them, and it’s heady and warm and comfortable. When he’s squeezed between Gabi and Luca, he relaxes and lets go, and it’s easy to be with them. He hears Hayley’s laughter, sees Tanner’s hands in the air as they dance.

The music shifts, and Hayley’s suddenly there, tucking herself in against his chest for a slow song. Ángel swallows hard, wraps his arms around her and presses a kiss to the top of her head. An arm falls across his shoulder, and he leans into the touch, letting Tanner hold them both as they sway. Someone knocks into him from behind, hands drift across his shoulders. It’s almost too crowded on the dance floor for this, but it’s still a quiet, comfortable moment.

Maritsa hangs on Cleto, her arms over his shoulder, his head bent to meet her, forehead to forehead. They kiss softly, nuzzle nose to nose. Gabi dances slow with Luca, rubbing her cheek against his shoulder, while Max holds Zita delicately, almost waltzing around the edges of the crowd.

When the song shifts again, Gabi shouts and bounces away from Luca, spinning to grab Hayley and dance with her. Ángel loses them in the crowd and it doesn’t really matter who he dances with just then, letting go as the music gets louder, faster, thumps in his heart in time with the blood singing through his veins.

When he’s thirsty, his third and fourth beers slide down easily. The table’s empty except for their things left behind. Ángel wades back into the crowd, slips between Sam and Max, snickering when Sam grabs his hips, spins him around, and grinds against him. Max rolls his eyes, steals Sam back, and leaves Ángel to find a new partner.

It’s the kind of wild abandon that Ángel needed, a chance to let go.

He needs a break after a time, collapsing into one of the chairs and grabbing a fresh glass and a full pitcher to pour himself a new beer. He pours one for Gabi as well, then opens his arms to let her sink onto his lap.

“You smell good,” she says, rubbing her cheek against his jaw. “Better than you did earlier. Are you still upset about your boyfriend and girlfriend?”

“Tanner and Hayley.” He takes a long pull from his beer, sets the glass down on the table. “And it’s complicated.”

“They’re cute.” Gabi tilts her head on his shoulder, taps his chest. “They smell—it’s like they’ve been together for a long, long time.”

“They just met yesterday.” Ángel can’t help twisting his own wrist, staring at the still clouded mark on the skin. Gabi’s hand snakes out, wraps around him and holds on tightly. Ángel lets her lift his wrist, press her nose to the skin. It tickles when she licks it. “What the hell are you doing?”

She blinks, and for a moment he swears her eyes aren’t human, slitted and bright. “That’s why you smell like magic, more than you should,” she says. “That’s an unfinished spell.”

“That’s one way to put it.” He tugs his wrist from her grip, tries to ignore the fact that Maritsa and Zita are settling into chairs flanking them as if drawn by their conversation. He grabs the beer, takes another long pull. “See, there was this ritual. And it was supposed to show just how good Hayley and me are together.”

He shouldn’t be talking about this. He barely knows these people. These probably Clan people, one of whom just licked him. But Zita leans in close, elbows on the table, and says, “Tell me more.”

So Ángel does.

“I thought she was my soulmate. But she’s not,” Ángel explains as seriously as he can, his words slow and a little slurred. “There’s a ritual. Traditional. Abuela still has her mark. And Hayley and I were supposed to have each other’s marks, but we got this.” He shows the cloud again, and this time it’s Zita who takes his wrist, twists it so she can see it closer. Her nostrils flare, breath fluttering against his skin. “Then we got here and Tanner happened.”

“Tanner… happened?” Maritsa looks out at the floor, where Hayley, Tanner, and Luca are all dancing together. “Oh. You mean he—?”

Ángel nods slowly. “My best friend is my girlfriend’s soulmate. So.” He shrugs, twists his wrist in Zita’s grip. “Maybe I don’t have one.” He glances at Gabi, smirks slightly. “It’s definitely not you. You keep touching me and nothing happens.”

“Who have you touched?” Zita asks.

“Everyone,” Ángel informs her, because by that point he’s sure he has. The dance floor is so crowded, and isn’t everyone from town in this one small restaurant? It feels like it, and it’s so fucking hot. He needs more beer to cool down, and maybe he just needs to get up and move some more. Dance until he forgets his own name, and the fact that he’s stuck like this, wondering what the hell is going on in his life.

Gabi glances at Zita, and Maritsa reaches across to punch his arm lightly. Gabi pats his chest. “We are going to find you a soulmate,” she tells him, expression intent. “You’re ours now. And you smell awful when you’re angry and upset, and that means you’ll stink up the place. And that’ll really piss Luca off.”

“Gabi.” Zita’s tone is warning and amused all at once.

“It’s only the truth.” Gabi throws back the rest of her beer, then slides from his lap. She holds out both hands, one to Ángel and one to Maritsa. “Come dance with me. Let’s help him make all the girls jealous.”

“When I said everyone, I meant everyone,” Ángel mutters, because fuck the way it seems like everyone wants to hook him up with only girls.

Maritsa pats his shoulder like she hears his words, then pushes him onto the dance floor. A hand reaches out, grabs Ángel, and he goes willingly into the crush. He’s lost track of the number of beers that he’s had, but he’s happy and loose, hips rotating easily as he dances. He laughs when the music changes, cheers and sings along.

Sometimes Gabi is with him, sometimes Maritsa and Cleto. There’s one point where he realizes that Luca is behind him while he dances with Zita, and Ángel marvels at how different she looks when the serious expression drops away. Then they pass him off to someone that he doesn’t know, and it’s just as good.

It’s all good, just letting go. Ángel finds himself periodically circling back to the people he came with, but most of the time, he has no idea who he’s dancing with, he’s just part of the crush, and it’s exactly what he needs. He’s feeling no pain, and he’s not thinking about his wrist for the first time since the ritual.

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unlessimwrongwhichyouknowimnot · 7 years ago

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How to Make a Friend

Summary: A missing moment from episode 1x02. Fitz and Simmons were using their Very Best Social Skills while introducing Skye to the Bus; this is what happened right before she walked up.

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“Fitz, no!” Simmons cried as Fitz started to put a box of glass beakers into one of the upper cupboards. “B is for Breakable is for Bottom Shelf!” she reminded him, pointing to the appropriate location.

“Sorry,” Fitz muttered as he moved the box.

“FitzSimmons.” Coulson’s voice interrupted their organization of the lab.

“Yes, sir?” Simmons said, turning around and smiling brightly at her new boss.

“You remember the girl we brought in, Skye?”

“Yes, sir,” Simmons confirmed, sharing a look with Fitz.

“I’ve invited her to join the team as a consultant, and she’s accepted,” Coulson announced. “She’ll be getting here in about 10 minutes, and I want you two to make her feel welcome. Show her around the Bus, answer any questions she may have, explain about life as a SHIELD agent. Understand?”

“Yes, sir,” FitzSimmons said together, nodding.

Simmons turned to Fitz, briefly bouncing on her toes as she reached out to nudge his arm, an excited grin on her face. “Oh, isn’t this exciting?”

“Yeah,” Fitz agreed, his tone glum.

“Just think, Fitz!” Simmons continued, turning away to adjust the position of the microscope on the lab table. “She’s much closer to our age than any of the others on the team, and she was very helpful on our first mission. Maybe we can all be friends?” Simmons looked at Fitz, expecting him to be just as excited as she was, and was surprised when she noticed the frown on his face and how he was twisting his fingers together. “What’s wrong?”

Fitz sighed and untangled his fingers to rub the back of his neck. “It’s just-I’ve not even got used to Coulson, May, and Ward yet, and now we’re adding another new person! And there’s only one bunk left, Simmons, right next to mine! What if she snores? I won’t be able to sleep! You know what I’m like when I’ve not slept!”

“Breathe, Fitz,” Simmons reminded him, placing a hand on his shoulder. “We have had rather a lot of change lately, haven’t we?” Fitz nodded in agreement. “But, we knew going into this assignment that change would be something we’d have to deal with, so let’s focus on the positives and what we can control.”

“Focus on the positives,” Fitz repeated. “Focus on the positives. Focus on the positives.”

“For example, Skye is a nubile woman.”

Fitz grinned a small grin and scratched at his face as a blush crept over his cheeks. “That is a very good point, Simmons.”

“And if she snores,” Simmons moved across the lab to open a drawer, “I have plenty of earplugs right here.” She picked up one of the packages and tossed it to him.

Fitz fumbled a bit as he caught it, but managed to hold on. “Thanks, Simmons.” He slipped the earplugs into his pocket.

A van pulling up next to the open cargo ramp caught Simmons’ attention. “Oh, I think she’s here.” Simmons shut the drawer and walked back over to Fitz. “Now, remember, we want to make a good impression. That means eye contact and smiling, and-”

Fitz scoffed and rolled his eyes. “Yes, Simmons, I know. I’m perfectly capable of passing as neurotypical, thank you very much.”

“I know, I’m just nervous. Oh, here she comes!” Simmons rushed out of the lab leaving Fitz to hurry after her.

“Agent Coulson told us the news!” Simmons greeted Skye. “What a wonderful surprise! Isn’t it, Fitz?”

“Yeah,” Fitz agreed, trying his best to smile.

“No, it’s wonderful,” Simmons reassured Skye.

“Yeah, a surprise.” Fitz continued.

“You must be very excited.”

“Yep,” Skye said, handing her box over to Fitz. “First day of school.”

“Okay, so--just--sorry,” Simmons said, awkwardly making her way around Skye to lead her up the stairs.

“Fitz, tell her about the plane,” Simmons instructed as they walked into the common area.

“Officially, it's an airborne mobile command station. But we call it the Bus. We find it best to use shorthand when in the field. But everything has to be just so, you know, because of the danger.”

“Yeah, I've been up here before, but I didn't see much because of the bag that Agent Ward put over my head.” Skye said.

“Yes, so sorry about that,” Simmons said, squeezing her hands as she tried not to let her annoyance at Ward show. If the specialist had ruined their chance at friendship because of how he’d treated Skye, Simmons would be very cross with him. She spotted bottles of water sitting out for them to take. Perfect! Sharing a drink was one way to bond with others, right? She grabbed a bottle and handed it to Skye. “Water?”

“Wheels up in two,” May’s voice sounded over the plane’s intercom. “Lock it or lose it.”

“What’s that mean?” Skye asked.

“No backing out now,” Simmons told her. “Let’s find a bunk for our guest,” she said to Fitz.

“Oh,” Fitz said. “Oh, yeah, there’s only one left, and it’s right next to mine!” He put the box on her bed and tapped the door frame to point out the side where his bunk was. “Sorry,” Fitz said, realizing he was in Skye’s way. “You can…” He hurried out of her way and left with Simmons to go back downstairs and buckle in for takeoff.

“I think that went very smoothly,” Simmons commented as they buckled themselves in.

“I concur, Simmons,” Fitz said. They high fived, each feeling satisfied with how well that had gone.

#thefitzsimmonsnetwork #aosficnet2 #buskidsnet #engineering vs biochem #team engineering #fanfiction #agents of shield #leo fitz #jemma simmons #skye #autistic fitz #autistic jemma simmons

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intoanrkive · 6 years ago

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You're gonna wanna buy earplugs pt. 4

A/N: I finally finished part four, I’m not proud of how long it took me to write this because I’ve been so busy but I made time because I missed writing. It’s like seven a.m. so I apologize if it isn’t my best (which it def isn’t) but I tried.

Summary: What happens after Y/n wakes up after spilling her secrets to Diego the night before?

Word Count: 2237

Warnings: None, I think? Maybe just language.

I woke up the next morning with a big yawn, stretching my arms out. "You didn't have to hit me to wake me up, princess." I let out a laugh, shaking my head. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to hit you." He shook his head as he got up, going into the bathroom. "On the subject of hitting, I kinda was wondering if you'd want to the gym today? It's closed today so we could have it all to ourselves." I raised an eyebrow at what he was asking. "Diego, I could have beat the shit out of Luther and you think it's a good idea to box with me?" He shrugged as he threw on his gym clothes, handing me a pair of sweats from the dresser. "Let's give it a try anyway." I let out a laugh as I put the sweats on and took one of his tank tops from his gym bag and put it on. I followed him out of his room, seeing the whole family sitting in the living room. "Hey, where you two lovebirds going?" A blush crawled up my face, making Klaus laugh. "If you're so concerned, Klaus, Freddy Krueger over here wants to take me to the gym so I can box him." The family all laughed, making Diego roll his eyes before pushing me toward the door. "Let's just get going, Y/n." I let out a laugh before waving to the family as we walked out of the house. "You know, Diego, you don't always have to be annoying and rude." He laughed as we continued walking to the gym, the subtle brush of his hand against mine was enough to make me blush. "I love how I can make you blush still, you're so cute." Another blush crawled up my cheeks as we arrived at the gym. Diego took the keys out of his pocket and unlocked the door, holding it open for me which made me smile. "Why thank you, my love." He shook his head as I walked into the gym as Diego followed, closing the door and locking it behind us. I jumped into the ring, Diego following close behind. "Just so you and I are both clear on this, Diego, I don't know how to box like at all." He let out a laugh as he grabbed the boxing gloves from his bag and put them on. "Okay, first, we're gonna start with a punching bag so you don't accidentally hit me." I rolled my eyes as I followed him out of the ring and over to the punching bag. He showed me the different stances and the different punches to use as well as the different kicks. After about an hour of using the punching bag, he grabbed my hand and lead me over to the boxing ring. "You're letting me do this for real now?" Diego nodded as a smirk grew on my face, putting the boxing gloves on me and smiling. I got into the stance that Diego taught me, holding my hands near my face to block any hits he threw. I swung my fist, hitting him right in the jaw as he fell down hard. "Holy shit, I didn't mean to hit you so hard." Diego let out a pained laugh as I threw the gloves off and bent down to where he landed. "It's alright, Y/n. You just don't know your strengths yet." He moved the hand that was covering where I hit him. A gasp left my lips as I saw a bruise starting to form already. "You sure you're gonna be okay, Diego?" He nodded as he got up, throwing the gloves in the bag and grabbing his keys from the chair. He pushed me out the door as he locked up the place and grabbed my hand as we starting walk back to the academy. I took a glance over at the bruise forming on his face, stifling a laugh as he looked over at me. "You can laugh if you want because you know the rest of the family is going to when we get back." I busted out in laughter, drawing attention from the people who were around us as we walked down the sidewalk. "I'm sorry, it's funny to me because you're incredibly great at boxing but yet you couldn't dodge a punch from me." He rolled his eyes as we both walked into the academy. "Well, if you weren't so hot, I wouldn't have been so distracted." I busted out in laughter again as I plopped onto the couch where Klaus was sitting, putting my head in his lap as he fingers ran through my hair, making me hum contently. "So why does Freddy Krueger have a black eye on his jaw?" Diego rolled his eyes at Klaus's comment which made us laugh even more. "He decided that I'm better off not boxing right now." They all let out a laugh which made Diego brood. Diego hate when he gets made fun of, even if it's by his siblings. "Y/n, can we talk? In our room, please." I got up from my spot on the couch and followed him down the hall as anxiety rose up in my throat. He closed the door behind us gently as I sat on the bed. "This is why I didn't want to fucking do this, Y/n. I knew that you would get too close." I raised an eyebrow, not knowing what the fuck Diego was on about. "Dude, I don't even know what the fuck you're talking about anymore." He sighed as he sat next to me on the bed, grabbing my hand. "Look, Y/n, I'm really conflicted right now. I love you, everyone knows I do but I feel like we may have rushed into this whole relationship thing. Maybe we should slow down for now and you can stay in Ben's old room until we figure this out for now." Tears threatened to fall from my eyes as I just nodded, grabbing my things from his dresser and putting them in my bags. "I love you, Diego." I gave him a short kiss on the lips, hearing him sigh sadly as I moved all my stuff into Ben's old room and closing the door. I looked around as all the old memories of Ben and I came rushing back to me all at once. My heart broke in a lot of different places when the realization that I won't be able to come to Diego for comfort anymore until we figure things out. A knock on my door snapped me out of my thoughts. "Come in." The door slowly opened, revealing Klaus. He raised an eyebrow as I just stood there, not saying anything or moving. "Y/n, you okay?" I nodded as I finally turned around to look at him fully. "Yeah, Diego just kinda told me that he needed time to think about him and I so here I am." He just nodded in response, grabbing my bag from hand, making me raise an eyebrow. "You don't wanna be in here, I know you too well. You can stay with me." A smile formed on my face as I followed Klaus out of Ben's room and down the hall to his room. "I appreciate you, Klaus." A blush formed on his face as he sat my stuff down in his room and plopped on the bed, a smile forming. "I know you do, sweetheart." It was my turn to blush as I lied down next to Klaus, feeling his arms wrap around me tightly. I sighed, thinking about what Diego had said to me before I drifted off into sleep. Hours later, I woke up to Klaus poking my sides hard. "Damn, I get it. I'm up now." He let out a laugh, shaking his head. "Grace made dinner if you're hungry." I shook my head as I watched him get up from the bed, stopping at the door. "You sure?" I nodded as he went out the door. I undressed from the clothes that I had been sleeping in and grabbed a towel from my bag, wrapping it around me before looking through to find clothes. I found a pair of shorts and one of Ben's old shirts with a pair of knee high socks to top it off. I sighed, stepping into Klaus's bathroom and started the shower. I went back out to his room, grabbing my shampoo and body was from my bag when I heard someone step near the door. I stood motionless until I heard them walk away, making me sigh in relief. I went back into the bathroom and threw the towel on the rack outside the shower as I stepped in the shower, sighing contently as the shower pulsated down my back. I massaged the shampoo into my scalp as I hummed a song that Diego frequently listened too before stopping myself short, sighing. It hasn't even been a full day and I already miss Diego's company, not that I didn't enjoy Klaus's. I stepped out of the shower, thinking I heard someone in Klaus's room but shrugged it off, knowing Klaus is probably still at dinner. I grabbed my clothes from the counter, tightening the towel around me as I stepped back into Klaus's room and lied down on his bed. I sighed, rubbing the bridge of my nose when I thought about what Diego had said to me. I needed to stop putting so much focus on Diego since it has even been a full day. I threw the towel off as I grabbed my panties and bra from where I had put my clothes, throwing them on. The door flung open to reveal Klaus and Vanya, who both raised their eyebrows. "I took a shower, chill." They nodded as Vanya walked over to me, hugging me tightly. "I gotta go to recital. I love you guys and I'll probably be back tonight, if not tomorrow." I nodded and waved goodbye to her as she left. Klaus didn't say anything as he looked me up and down, turning away when I locked eyes with him. I closed the door to his room as I made my way back to his dresser and sat down on it. "You act like you haven't seen a girl like this." A blush tinted his cheeks as he shook his head, letting out a laugh. "I have, trust me. Just none near as hot as you." A smile formed on my face as he made his way over to me, standing between my legs. "You flatter me, darling." I winked at him which made him blush again. He put his fingers under my chin, making me look up at him as I searched his eyes for something, anything really. Before I could say anything, his lips met mine in a kiss. I didn't know how to respond at all, I felt like time had froze in that exact moment. It's not like I haven't thought about Klaus in that way, but something about it felt kind of right but at the same time, maybe it was supposed to. I slowly started to feel myself kissing Klaus back as I felt his hands come up to my hair. I pushed him back before anything further happened as we both sighed. "I'm sorry, Y/n. I don't know what possessed me to do that." I let out a laugh, shaking my head as I jumped off the dresser and grabbed my clothes from my bag and put them in the drawers before pulling Ben's shirt over me. "It's fine, Klaus. I didn't tell you to stop so you know I enjoyed it too. I'm going back to bed though, I can already feel the depression coming back so I'm just gonna sleep it away as much as I can right now." He let out a laugh as I finished shoving all my clothes in the drawers before jumping down on the bed and sighing loudly. He went into the bathroom, the shower running not too long after. There was another knock on the bedroom door but I ignored it as the tiredness soon took over me, pushing thoughts of Diego out of my head as I felt Klaus’s wet arms wrap around my waist as sleep finally took over me. The next morning I woke up to see Klaus smiling at me, which made me shake my head. “You look way too happy right now.” He let out a laugh as he pulled me onto his lap as I looked down at him, finally feeling like I was constricted like I was with Diego. “I just had the best night with the girl I love. No offense, Ben.” I let out a laugh before pressing my lips against his, feeling his arms wrap around me tightly. I pulled back after a bit to catch my breath as his face fell. “I don’t know how to tell you this or if you even care anymore but this morning, Diego left to go on trip or some shit with Eudora.” A gasp left my lips as tears tried to form in my eyes but I wouldn’t let them. He made it clear that I was never a priority and I was out for revenge now. “You wanna help me get revenge?”

#diego hargreeves x reader #the umbrella academy imagines

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lovinitkpop · 7 years ago

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위험해 – Dangerous

Here’s one of the new stories I’ve came up with. This one is a Got7 fic. So yay my first Got7 story which I may or may not have dreamed up. Again after a while of reading the same shit I stop spell checking and all that crap so sorry not sorry for mistakes.

Rated: M

Type: School AU!

Pairing: Jenna x Jaebum

Word Count: 4842

Chapter 1

Jenna walks into class 20 minutes late and she looks around the room. Her teacher Mr. Anders looks up from his book and sighs. “You’re late again Jenna.” She looks over at him as he stands up. “What’s the excuse this time?”

“I don’t want to be here.” She walks over to her desk dropping her bag. Mr. Anders watches her taking his glasses off. Jenna sits in her chair yawning. “Doesn’t look like I missed much anyways.” She rest her chin on her hand looking out the window.

The other students look over at her then get back to work. “Well regardless if you want to be here you have to come to school.” Mr. Anders places a test on her desk and she pulls out a pen and starts working on it.

“Alright class for the next month in a half you we be working with a partner on a project that will be more than half your grade.” Jenna sighs as she finishes the test and hands it back to the teacher. “Now most of you know your partner but some of you don’t.”

Jenna gets up and grabs her bag. “Yeah sounds real fun but I'm bored so I’m going to go now bye.” Jenna heads towards the door looking at her phone. “Tell my partner they can text or email me.” She walks out and heads down the hallway putting her earplugs in her ears.

The day goes by slowly and Jenna only pays half attention to what's going on in school. I mean she ranked in the top 5% of the school the girl was like a super genius. Half the day was gone and Jenna sighs as she looks out the window seeing it start to rain.

“Miss Coles would you please focus!” The teacher yells and Jenna snaps out of her daydream. She turns and sees everyone looking at her laughing. “Now I asked you could you please explain how I got this answer.”

Jenna hated math but knew it like the back of her hand. She looks at the board yawning as she covers her mouth. “I can’t explain it.” The class all gasp looking at her and she just looks at the clock nodding. “The only thing I can explain from this equation is how you got it wrong.” Jenna gets up putting her bag on her back.

“Excuse me this is not wrong.” The teacher states and Jenna smirks walking up to the board. She picks up a marker taking the cap off. She divides the board and rewrites the equation and works it out.

“This is right not yours, now you may have written it down wrong.” She starts writing again looking up at the board. She yawns again closing her eyes as she places the cap back on the marker. “This is what your equation should have looked like to get that answer.”

Jenna walks out the class just as the bell rings. The class look back at the teacher mouth all open in shock. The teacher goes over the work on the board. “She’s right all of it is right class dismiss.” The teacher sits back down confused as she looks at her notes.

Despite being very smart Jenna was very shy and had no friends. She never really understood why but she did have a clue. Its true Jenna is top in her class so give in that mind when she explains or tries to help she comes off as stuck up.

Which she didn’t really get, she wasn’t stuck up it is just she was always bored because she understood and knew almost everything they went over in school. So the other kids tend to stay away from her. She runs out the door smiling as she holds her arms out to the side feeling the rain on her skin.

She closes her eyes giggling to herself before heading down the sidewalk opting to walk home instead of asking her brother for a ride. As she was walking past the library making her way to the traffic light the rain let up a little. She stands there at the stop waiting for turn to walk across.

That’s when he came speeding down the street on his motorcycle and splashes Jenna. It was always the same person no matter when or where he would fine her where ever there was a pool of water around her. And when he stops he just looks at her and laughs.

Jenna could never figure out who it was all she knew was that whoever it was goes to her school. She wanted to run after him and punch the shit out of him but just as she moves the hair from her face her brother pulls up next to her.

“What the fuck are you doing?” Matthew asks rolling his window down looking at her. She groans rolling her eyes hearing him. “Fine whatever just get in the car before you get sick.” Jenna growls under her breathe walking around and getting into the car.

“What no date after school?” She says sarcastically as she puts her seat belt on. He smirks and pushes on the gas taking off down the street. Just as they turn the corner they pass the boy on the motorcycle. “Jack ass.” She looks out the window shaking her head.

“Do you know him?” Matthew looks over at her and she shakes her head. “Then why call him a jack ass, see this is why you don’t have friends.” Jenna scoffs looking at him rolling her eyes.

“I wasn’t this wet when you picked me up, that jack ass ran into a pool of water and slashed me.” She waves at her clothes and hair sighing. Matthew tilts his head as he pulls into the driveway thinking.

He gets out the car and follows her inside the house. “Is that the same boy who finds you when ever you are near water?” He follows her up the stairs before stopping just outside her door.

“Yeah that’s him and I have no idea who the fuck he is.” Jenna sighs hitting her head on her bedroom door before she twist the know to open it. “I know he goes to our school that’s it, tell them I won’t be eating tonight.” She sighs one more time walking into her room and closing the door.

The following day Jenna wakes up and looks at the time. She yawns and goes back to sleep choosing not to go to school. After sleeping for another 3 hours she wakes up again and heads to the kitchen .

“Good afternoon sweetie how are you feeling?” Her dad ask looking up from his paper. She yawns shrugging as she fixes a glass of juice. “Your brother said you weren’t feeling well last night.”

“Yeah I wasn’t hopefully some rest and juice will help.” Jenna holds up her glass making her way back to her room. “I’ll text Matt to get my school work and bring it home.”

Jenna spends the next couple of hours working on her computer. She edits some videos and photos she took last month. After a couple of hours on the computer Jenna heads down to the kitchen to eat.

“I’m home and I brought some friends for dinner.” Matthew calls from the front door. Jenna walks out the kitchen and looks down the hall. “Hey dork come get your stuff.”

She walks over him but stops halfway seeing Jackson and Mark walk into her house. They both stop behind Matthew laughing then look over seeing Jenna and freeze. Matthew sighs giving her the binder with her work and walks off.

“Come on guys let’s go play some video games.” He looks back them and they nod following him. Jenna looks back at Mark then down at the floor as he walks past her.

Jenna has had the biggest crush on Mark since the moment she first saw him at school. “She’s your sister the school’s weirdo dork girl is your sister?” Jenna overs hears them and her face drops.

Was that what people thought of me? Do they really call me that? Jenna stands there thinking before walking off to her room. She sits back at her desk and starts working on the school work.

After she finishes her work she turns on her Bluetooth system and starts playing music. She grabs a change of pajamas setting the on the bed. She pulls her shirt over her head as she dances to the music.

There was a knock on her door and she sighs. “Matthew go away now I’m not in the mood.” She bends over pulling her shorts off and tosses them and the shirt into the dirty clothes basket. She looks in the mirror and starts dancing as she looks at her body.

Jenna was very fit for a girl her age and size. She had the abs and the thighs, she had the curves. She pushes her glasses up on her nose as she poses shaking her hips. There was another knock on her door then it slowly opens.

“Matt I told you to go away where are your dumb friends?” She turns to look at the door and freezes seeing Mark standing in the doorway. Jenna screams pulling her comforter off her bed falling to the floor covering herself.

“I..uh..I…I’m sorry Matt said to come get you for dinner.” Mark turns his face turning red. Jenna looks away hiding as she sits under the comforter. Mark rubs the back of his neck still looking at the wall. “So um I…I yeah dinner is ready.”

Mark points out the door into the hallway. “I’m not eating now get out!” Jenna yells her face heating up mixing from anger and embarrassment. “Get out!” She throws a pillow at him and he blinks walks out closing the door.

Jenna groans resting her head on her bed. Matthew walks past seeing Mark standing in front of Jenna door face bright red. “Are you okay did she slap you?” Matthew asks placing his hand on Mark’s shoulder walking down the hall with him.

Mark shakes his head trying to get his mouth to work. “No I walked in after knocking four times and she was…she…I walked in on her in her bra and panties.” Mark looks up from the floor seeing Jackson and Matthew starts laughing.

Jackson looks up from his phone hearing them. “What’s so funny?” He puts his phone in his pocket and heads downstairs. Matthew lifts his brow looking at Mark.

“Don’t worry dude she has a thing for you anyways, so seeing her naked was more embarrassing for her.” Matthew pats Mark’s back as he sits at the table. Jackson looks over at Mark eyes wide.

“It’s not like I did it on purpose…wait did you just say she had a thing for me.” Mark looks back at Matthew as he sits at the table. Matthew just nods as he starts eating. Jackson smirks shaking his head sitting at the other end of the table.

“Well you and Yugyeom that is.” Matthew looks at Mark then back at his food. “She has a thing for dancers, just forget about it and eat.” He looks at them and they nod.

Jenna sighs getting up and walks into her bathroom to take her shower. After 20 minutes of showering she stands there letting the hot water run down her body washing any soap she missed. She leans her head on shower wall sighing closing her eyes.

“Why of all people was it him?” Jenna lays in her bed looking up at the sun window seeing the moon. Matthew laughs standing in her doorway and she sits up hearing him.

“I know you like him but don’t you think he should ask you out first?” Matthew pushes off the door frame folding his arms across his chest. Jenna picks up one of the pillows throwing it at his face. “So I take it you aren’t going to school at all this week.”

“That’s right now leave so I can die in peace.” She lays back down covering her face with the covers. Matthew walks over pulling the covers off her face. “Didn’t I say leave?”

“Mom and dad come back next week they won’t be happy if they find out you missed a week of school.” Matthew looks down at her and she rolls her eyes. Matthew smiles nodding then let’s go of the covers.

Matthew laughs walking out closing the door and Jenna groans hiding her face. She turns over clapping her hands and the lights go off. Jenna lays in her side hugging her Peter Pan plushie.

The following week Jenna finally gets up and goes back. Not that it matter to her she keep up with all her work for the week she was out. Jenna walls down to the kitchen and grabs a quick breakfast before walking out the door.

Jenna opened up her umbrella and starts walking down the sidewalk heading to school. It was spring so almost like every other day or so it was rain. Jenna didn’t mind she loves the rain plus it would bring pretty flowers after a week or so of it.

As she makes it halfway to the school the boy on the bike looks up seeing her. He smiles and speeds right past her splashing her with water. “Are fucking serious!” Jenna gripped her umbrella standing there.

He stops looking back at her and he nods. “Yes seriously.” He turns the corner and pulls into the school parking lot heading to the student side. Jenna growls walking back home when Matthew pulls up next to her.

She sighs and gets in throwing her stuff in the back. “Don’t say a word.” She gets in the back but stops seeing Mark sitting back there. She sighs rolling her eyes and she leans down grabbing a bag from under the seat.

“Still don’t know it is?” Matthew looks in the rear view mirror at her. She shakes her head putting her hair into a messy bun. She pulls a change off clothes out of the bag and Mark’s eyes widen. “Jenna you remember Isabella right?”

“Yeah she’s the sexy cheer girl everyone talks about?” Jenna sighs pulling her shirt off not caring about who’s watching. “If you’re dating her that’s good because I hated the last one all she did was cheat on you fucking slut.”

“How did you know about that?” Matthew looks at Jenna and she smirks looking back at him then takes off her bra. Mark gasp looking out the window and Jenna looks over at him.

“I’m your sister dumb ass she told plus she showed me almost every fucking video of every fucking guy she did.” Jenna looks back at Matthew pointing to the light seeing it was green. “I swear when I figure out who that guy is I’m going to strangle him.”

“You okay back there Mark?” Matthew smirks trying to hide his laughter and Jenna puts her dry bra on then pulls her pants and underwear off dropping them on the floor next to the other wet clothes. “You should count yourself lucky seeing my sister naked twice.”

Mark hits the back of Matthew seat and he starts laughing. Isabella looks back at Mark in shock and Mark shakes his holding his hands up. “No its not what you think, the first time I…I…uh…I walked in on her by accident.”

Jenna only half dress now as she looks over at Mark and he covers his face. “Then why did you stand there for like 5 minutes staring.” Jenna smirks and finishes getting dress. Matthew pulls into the school parking lot and goes to his parking spot. “Or were you staring because you didn’t know the ‘weirdo nerd girl’ was semi good looking?”

“Wait you heard me that day?” Mark looks at her and she nods grabbing her bag out the seat. Isabella looks at them and Matthew just shakes his head.

Jenna gets out the car slamming the door. “Oh now she’s really mad you should go apologize or something.” Matthew gets out looking at Mark as he rubs the back of his neck thinking.

Jenna takes off running heading for class. As she walks in the teacher looks at her and she stops folding her arms. “What now am I too early to class?” She walks to her seat and the other just watch her.

The bell rings and Mr. Anders takes roll as he looks around the room. “Okay seeing how almost everyone is here I have bad news.” He says and everyone looks up at him. “Because of problems last time with…” He starts but the door slams open and in walks Jaebum.

“Your late again have a seat.” Mr. Anders folds his arms watching him. “Anyways as I was saying with the problems from last time you will all be getting new partners.”

“Staring with you Mr. Jaebum.” Mr. Anders looks at him and Jenna sighs getting up and walking over to the door. “So you come early just to leave, I really think you should stay to see who your partner is.”

“Nah just have them text or email me.” Jenna waves her hand brushing it off as she opens the door. Mr. Anders smirks looking at Jaebum as he leans back on his desk.

“Well you heard her Jaebum you can text and email her.” Mr. Anders smiles pointing to Jenna and she stops in the doorway.

“I’m not work with it!” Jaebum stands up yelling and the whole class looks at him. Jenna looks over at him hearing what he said. “I will not fucking work with that thing right there!” He points to Jenna as she opens her mouth to speak but stops.

“Did you just call me “it”, “thing”?” Jenna stands there’s watching him. “You know Mr. Anders I’ll take the fail knowing this is more than half our grade just give me the F.”

The whole class gasp in shock hearing her. “If I do that means Jaebum fails too which means he will fail the school year.” Jenna smiles folding her arms looking at Mr. Anders and he looks at Jaebum.

“Oh I know he will fail, some perks of being a smart students is helping in the office.” Jenna folds her arms a sparkle in her eyes like she wants to laugh. The class all looks at her and she just nods. “I know everything and I think the dumb fuck deserve to fail.”

“Wait what I’ll fail?” Jaebum stands there in shock then looks down at his desk. “I can’t fail my parents will kill me.” Mr. Anders looks at Jenna and she just smiles at him.

Jenna smirks and walks out the room with a small bounce in her step. “Well kid you just fucked up big time, but if you ever get her to agree here.” He starts passing out booklets about the project to everyone. “If not I will see you next year, oh her number and email is right there everyone else get to work.”

The other students look around reading the names on the booklet of their new partner. Jaebum stands there sighing. “Fuck I’m so fucking dead.” He rubs his face groaning.

“Yeah you are!” The class yells looking at him and he jumps hearing them. Mr. Anders laughs sitting at his desk drinking his coffee. Jaebum runs out the class looking down the hall for Jenna.

Jenna rounds the corner listening to her music. She walks around the halls waiting for the bell to ring. Mark grabs her by the arm pulling her behind the stairs and she squeals but he covers her mouth.

“Relax it’s just me.” He reaches up pulling her headphones down. Jenna sighs looking up at him folding her arms. “Look I wanted to say I’m sorry about what I said.”

“No not buying it.” Jenna grabs the straps of her bag and walks off. Mark walks follows her and she hums as her music plays. “Today has been hell so far getting splashed again, now running into you I mean you’ve seen me naked twice now.”

“It was an accident I said and I’m trying to apologize for everything.” Mark grabs her hand spinning her around. “I mean it I am sorry for everything okay?” Jenna looks up at him her face heating up.

Jaebum stops hearing them around the corner. He leans on against the wall listening to them. “The only good thing about to day is knowing I’m going to get my first F and you apologizing.” Jenna tilts her head smiling looking up at him.

“So did you enjoy the show?” She bites her lip watching him and he looks away blushing. Jenna smirks seeing his face she didn’t know where this boost of confidence came from but she liked it. “I mean you saw me naked twice.”

Jaebum grips his fist hearing her and he looks at his hand not knowing why. “For the record you aren’t semi good looking your damn sexy.” Mark looks down at her with a smug look. “And…” He looks around to see if anyone is around before he leans down closer to her ear.

Jaebum looks around the corner watching and Jenna giggles hearing Mark. “Good to know.” She nods and he just bites his lower lip looking at her. “Well I have to go talk to you later.” She turns on her heels and walks off down the hall.

The rest of the day went by and Jenna did her the same thing like she always does. Around lunch time she decided to go up to the roof of the school and chill for a bit.

At the end of the day she made her way to her brother’s car and waited for him. “I see you aren’t taking any chance this time.” Matthew walks over with Isabella and Jenna looks back hearing him.

“Well after the day I had I don’t feel like walking home.” She leans her back on the car. Mark and Jackson walk over smiling and Jenna watches them. “Are they coming over again?”

“Come on Jenna you know you like us.” Jackson puts his arm around her and she just rolls her eyes. “We’re friends right?” Jackson nods and Jenna pushes his to the side.

“Since when you boys didn’t even know that was my brother.” Jenna folds her arms looking at them and they sigh looking at the ground.

“I can give you a ride Jenna if you want.” Jaebum walks up behind her holding his bag. She turns around looking him up and down then stops seeing the helmet.

Matthew stops seeing where she looks and gently pulls her back. “You son of a bitch!” She yells trying to grab him but Matthew holds her back. “You’re the one on the fucking bike?”

“Dude first you diss her in class now this.” Mark looks over at Jaebum and he just takes a step back. Jenna fights to get free of Matthew grip.

“Look I’m sorry okay, please believe me I am sorry.” Jaebum tilts his head looking at the ground rubbing his neck. He looks up with his eyes over at Jenna. “Will you please forgive me and work on this project with me, I really need to pass.”

Jenna pulls free from Matthew and walks over to Jaebum. “Over my fucking dead body.” She kicks him in the balls and he falls to the ground in pain. “Fuck it I’m walking home, I think I need to calm down.”

Jenna hands Matthew her bag and she takes off running. “She’s fast she should join track team.” Jackson looks over watching Jenna take off. They all look back at Jaebum. “Well let’s go then.” They all get into the car and Matthew drives off down the road.

“I like your sister.” Isabella smiles looking at Matthew and he looks over at her. “Is like she found some confidence now.” Isabella looks at her phone texting her mom about where she’s going.

“I knew you would.” Matthew nods turning the corner. “So what do you guys want to eat my treat.” They all agree on pizza with side salad. Matthew nods heads home.

Two more weeks pass and Jenna rejects any contact with Jaebum that is until Mr. Anders asks them both to stay after class. Once the bell ring the others all run out the class. “Sit down now.” Mr. Anders looks at Jenna and she sighs sitting down.

“Look I know you hate him but he really needs to pass this class.” Mr. Anders looks at Jenna who just looks out the window. “That is the only reason he is with you so please just for the next month or so work with him please.”

“After everything he did and said no.” Jenna gets up looking back at Jaebum folding her arms. “He deserves to fail.” She stops seeing the look on his face and she just stares at him. Jaebum looks down at his desk with a pout on his lips and his hands making tight fists.

Jenna watches him something pulling at her heart seeing him fight his anger and sadness. “You know what she’s right, I’ve tried to apologize but it won’t help.” He garb his bag sighing. “Well Mr. Anders it was nice knowing you.” He walks out the class room like there was a rain cloud over his head.

Jenna sighs looking down at the floor. “Son of a bitch.” She mumbles walking out the room. Mr. Ander sighs shaking his head before walking out the class room. It was the end of the day and Jenna was still stuck in her bad mood.

As everyone walk out the building Jenna leaned against Jaebum bike waiting for him. “Who ever you are go away I don’t want to date you now stop waiting for me to say yes.” He starts to out his helmet on but stops hearing Jenna laugh.

“Well aren’t we full of ourselves?” She turns and bends over leaning on the bike again. He looks at her mouth open seeing her standing there. “What’s with the look?”

He clears his throat putting his helmet on. “Why are you here?” He pushes the face mask up. “Are you going to kick me again?” He backs away from her and she shakes her head walking around the bike.

“No I’m here because I’m your partner.” She folds her arms looking at him and he just stands there in shock. He take his helmet off looking at her. “You heard me I’m going to help you.”

“Really you mean it?” He looks at her the smile on his face almost reaching his eyes. She nods looking at the ground and his smiles get bigger. “Good I can give you a ride then.”

“No we walk, I don’t trust you on that thing.” She turns and walks off but stops and takes his helmet from him and keeps walking. “Let’s go hurry up.” Jaebum sighs and starts pushing his bike as he follows her.

Once they make it to her house he stops looking at it. “This is your house where you stay?” He kicks the kickstand down on the bike walking up next to her and she nods. “This house belongs to Mr. and Mrs. Cole of the Coleman line and Cole Company.”

“Yeah my parents what’s the big deal?” She rolls her eyes walking up to the front door. “Hurry up before I change my mind.” He looks at her and quickly makes his way inside closing the door behind him. “I’m home!”

“Oh good.” Your mother walks in from the study smiling. “Oh you have a friend, so you do have friends at school thank goodness.” Matthew walks out the kitchen hearing them.

“No he’s just her partner for a project she still has no friends.” He heads back to the kitchen and her mother sighs. Jenna just smirks looking at her then starts heading up to her room.

“We’ll be busy so don’t bugs us.” Jenna looks back at Jaebum who just stands there. “Come on would you.” She watches him and he slowly makes his way over. Matthew watches them smiling at Jenna.

“Don’t kill him Jen!” Matt yells and Jaebum stops hearing him and Jenna just smiles. “But if you do make sure to clean up all the blood!” Jaebum looks down at Matthew seeing him in the kitchen holding a knife.

“No promises Matt!” She yells back pushing Jaebum up the stairs into her room. She closes the door and locks it behind her smiling and he turns and looks at her.

“You know I don’t mind failing, I’ll just leave now.” Jaebum looks around the room then back at Jenna. She shakes her head and pushes him down. “I’m going to die.”

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