#bitch??? is my time worth nothing???? i rushed MY lunch and I should be studying but I want to solve the issue okay

[arabella377]

the legal system is Fucked Up

[ac3id]

Redamancy. iii

Redamancy (n.) The act of loving in return.  

pairings: mirio togata x female reader

warnings: 18+, noncon, yandere themes, breeding kink n mirio is a scumbag. 

a/n: ahaha im reposting this cus  algorithm was effed the first time i posted. ehehehe or maybe im just unlucky-- n e way this will be the last of redamany!! 

word count: 1950 

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Mirio's gaze turned to you, sky blue eyes stared at how you sipped on your drink. Your glossy, pink stained lips puckered around the straw. Was that a new shade? You had never put something like that on before. Probably tasted like strawberries or cherries, "Mirio!" your voice drove him out his thoughts. You stood in front of him, your hands at your hip, "What are you thinking about?" Mirio felt his cheeks heat up.

'I was thinking about you sucking my dick, do you mind?'

"Nothing, we should get going. Lunch's bout' to get over soon." He grabs your wrist and pulls you towards the school building, you almost trip over your feet, "Hey! Slow down!" You bump into his chest which was hard as rock making your head sting a little, "You're a klutz," he laughs. "It's your fault!" you retort, he pats your head and continues laughing. He takes a good look at you, drinking your uniform clad body. The short skirt displaying your plush thighs. His mind melts away in sinful thoughts, thinking about all what he can do to you. He once again realizes how much smaller you are compared to him. His entire hand can literally cover your face, he can easily pick you and throw you over his shoulder.

What is stopping him? Seriously?

His smile drops when he catches you staring at him. The guy he beat up months ago and threatened to stay out of your life. You were staring at him chatting away, giggling with some nameless girl. He studied your sully expression, your eyes looked sad, and lip turned into a sad pout; he could tell you were upset and that pissed him off. Why did you still think about him? Why did you still care about that jerk? Didn't you move on yet?

Mirio felt himself get riled up from the same rage he had felt the first time he had seen you with this man. The frustration, anger, and jealousy all came surging back to him as he realized that you obviously did not feel the same way about him as he did about you. Maybe he'll have to do more than just be nice to get you to understand he's the one for you, the one and only.

He would show you who you belong to. You will get what is coming.

"Hey, what's wrong? You coming?" His hand rested on your shoulder, he gripped on it a little tighter.

Mirio walked into an empty classroom which echoed soft sobs and sniffles. You sat on your seat, your head resting on the desk as you cried. Mirio's face paled and he rushed to you, wrapping his arms around you pulling your upper half to his chest he rubbed your head. "It's okay now, I am here," he whispered into your ear, shushing you. "What happened?" he asked after you had calmed down.

"Why are you still here?"

"I came to get you, now, what happened?" you gulped before answering, feeling the lump in your throat rise as your voice cracked. "Why?"

Mirio was confused, what were you on about? "Am I not good enough? Why did he leave me?" tears roll down your cheeks, lip trembling your breathing turns uneven. Mirio frowns, his hands clenching into an fist he pulls away from the hug.

You were thinking about him, obviously. He moves in front of you grabbing your jaw, his big fingers squish your tiny cheeks. Your eyes widened in horror as he pulls your face closer to him, his elbows resting on the desk separating the two. He looks down at you, his eyes bored into yours with malice, "Mirio you're-" "Shut the fuck up." he snapped.

"You want to know why he left you? Why did your precious little pretty boy leave you?" you were too scared to answer, you didn't get to anyways since he blurted the out the answer in burning rage "Because. I fucking told him to stay away from you. Got it?" Your eyebrows knit together and tears pricked at the corner of your eyes, in a blink on eye he had become so different. He had snapped, you felt betrayed. The Mirio you knew would never be this rough with you, but maybe you were to blame. Deep down you knew. You were very much aware. Mirio liked you even after your breakup but you never asked, thinking it was better that way but not in a million years did you ever think that Mirio would snap and come for your soul.

"I fucking beat him up. You know why I did that?" he asked again. His voice was menacing, he was shouting at you and you were scared. "Answer me! You fucking ungrateful bitch!" You  flinched and started whimpering, a weak no left your trembling lips, "It's because you're mine." he spat, he waited for you to say something but you were still trying to process his words. It was a lot to take in, you couldn't believe that Mirio would ever do something like that. You wanted to think this was a joke but no, he was dead serious.

The ray of sunshine, the great hero to be, Mirio Togata was a scumbag, no. He was worse.

You started releasing the situation you were in, there was no doubt, he wouldn't hesitate to hurt you too. The flight or fight instinct kicked in and you tried to free your face from his grasp. After successfully freeing yourself from his chains you got up from the desk and made a run for the door. Mirio stared at you in disbelief, his eyes wide and lips curled upwards he internally laughed at your foolishness. Wasting no time, he quickly got behind you capturing your wrist and pulling you back to his chest. A large hand wrapped around your waist, keeping you securely pinned to his torso.

You were so stupid. Did you seriously think you could get away from him? He is twice your size.

"Where are you going?" he pulled both your hands behind your back and held them there with one hand, the other snaked down under your skirt, "Mirio don't do this. I won't tell anyone. Please let me go." you begged your voice shaky as big, fat teardrops rolled down your cheek. "What will you tell them? They won't believe you and besides," his fingers inched towards your core, you squirmed and wailed. His fingers rubbed against your clothed slit, pressing against your clit sending shameful jolts of pleasure throughout your body. "I will scream," you whispered before breaking into soft sobs. He was going to rape you in your own classroom and there was nothing you could do against it. With no quirk to protect yourself, you knew physically overpowering him was a dream. You just prayed that he would leave you.

"You're gonna' scream?" he scoffed, his tone was cocky- ridiculing you. "Go ahead, scream," his fingers rubbed harder against your clothed cunt as he waited for you to scream. The scream never came and Mirio started, "You're getting wet down here, you know. You like this?" pushing away your panties to the side, he let his finger graze over your sensitive folds a content sigh following right after. "You're really wet. I think I can just slide it in."

He dipped two of his fingers into your cunt while rubbing your clit with his thumb. "What do you want?" you cried as his huge fingers drilled into your small, tight pussy. "What do I want? I want you to know you're mine. Only mine." he growled in your ear. "But I guess you don't realize that. Do you? Don't worry after I knock you up you won't be able to leave me, maybe then you'll understand." your lips fell agape, and eyes widened threatening to pop right out of your sockets, "N-no pleasee don't do that. P-please-" Mirio pushed you towards the teacher's desk, bending you over it. Your face pressed against the cold wood yet you keep whimpering, begging him to let you free but he doesn't care. He's not listening.

He flips your skirt over leaving your ass a sight to his wretched eyes. He brings his hand down spanking it then pulling away to watch how your plump flesh jiggles, he chuckles. "I should beat this pretty little ass purple and blue," he talks to himself, completely disheartening your cries for help. He smacks your ass until he's satisfied- until your bottom blooms red and his palm stings. Mirio wastes no time in getting behind you, his hand still pinned both of yours behind your back. He slowly releases them, "Now. No funny business," he warns. He knows you wouldn't try anything, you couldn't; not in this state.

One of his hands grips your waist tightly while the other kneads your ass, "Ah shit, look at that." he whispers. "It's beautiful but it's not enough." He is quick to pull your panties down to your thighs and spread your legs open. You hold on to the edges of the desk as you feel his fingers run up your slit and dip into your hole.

"Cute, little cunt. All mine."

His length comes free from its confines and hits his stomach. It's long, hard, and big- so big. You had it impale you before multiple times but it had always been a stretch. His cock was just too big for your tiny pussy! His tip teased your entrance. Your hole drooling over it, he hissed. "I am going to knock you up. You won't be leaving me after that." He pushed inside slowly marveling at how your cunt sucked him up so eagerly, your mouth opened into a silent scream as he bottomed out. He didn't give you time to adjust to his size, he kept rutting his hips. He thrust his cock deep inside you hard and fast, swollen balls slapping against your clit making you moan. The sinful sound of sex: his hips hitting your rear, grunts and moans resonate through the room while you stayed there, under him feeling embarrassed, betrayed, and humiliated. Yet you could not ignore the pleasure he was giving you. His cock hit deep inside you, his tip kissing your cervix trying its best to sink past the rim, your cries of agony soon turned into frenzied moans.

You were close to cumming, he could tell by how tightly your precious cunt clenched around his hard length pulling him even deeper, squeezing him trying to milk him for all he's worth. "I feel that..gonna' fill you up," he says in between his grunts. Mirio tightened his grip on your hips as you started squirming beneath him, the coil in your stomach ready to burst and moment. "You're close, baby?" You whined refusing to give in, "Aww, it's fine. Just admit it: you're mine and I'll let you cum." His thrusts slowed down denying to give you satisfaction, you wailed at the loss yet you didn't agree with him. You were to give in, you told yourself but your body didn't agree. It needed Mirio and just like that it had taken over your mind, clouded your mind with nothing but lust and him. As the need for release increased, you screamed. "Ah- fuck. Yes! I am all yours- ah!" he steadied his rhythm and you exploded all over his cock. Creaming around him, your juices flowed down to your legs. Mirio length twitched inside of you, his thrusts became sloppy- he was close.

"Yeah damn fucking right. Good girl." he praised before spilling his seed inside your womb, filling you up to the brim. He pulled out and watched how his cum dripped from your abused pussy only to push it back inside with his finger. "You actually did it..." your voice was meek, head still down and body still bent over the desk. Too weak to get up, you started at the floor beneath you with glassy eyes. Mirio pulled you up and wrapped his arms around you tightly, making sure you don't run away. The hug was warm, in any other case it would have been warm and comforting but not anymore.

"This would not have happened, Y'know. It's your fault for being such a bitch."

Right, of course, you should have been smarter. You should have loved him back when you could have.

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[ichorizaki]

02. just one glance

warnings    obscene language, child abuse

word count    3.8k

It was one of those rare days that Tadāo felt weirdly generous. When you woke up, he was still asleep in his half of the bed. When you were making breakfast, he was still in bed. When you were done and waking Tarō up, he was awake and trudged to the kitchen with a somewhat fresh face. Your son was walking on eggshells as he crept to the breakfast table, eyes watching his father carefully like the façade could drop any second. It was a Monday, so that meant that Tadāo was bound to be back in the office, which was why it was a surprise to everyone at the table when he asked what time Tarõ’s daycare ended. You fought back the urge to bite back, to reprimand him that he should know as his father, so you gave him a practiced smile instead.

“He usually ends at noon sharp,” you looked at your husband, trying to look out for even the slightest twitch on his face that told you he was just asking out of curiosity and nothing more. “Why do you ask?”

“I just wanted to take him out for a couple of hours and spend time with him, is that so wrong?” There was an edge in the tone of his words, sharp and jagged to shield what may be the guilt of being absent in Tarō’s life catching up to him. You almost couldn’t believe it. Your eyes quickly flit to your son who was already staring nervously back at you from his seat next to his father. You felt the weight of your heart sinking down to your stomach. His earthy eyes that were once filled with the flames of mirth and mischief were now dampened with trepidation. “What, I can’t take my son out to spend time with him?”

Tadāo’s voice snapped your focus back to the table as a whole. Of course there was nothing wrong, you just didn’t trust him around your son without you around. He called for your attention once more but the way his twisted words somehow sounded like you and Tarō should be thankful that he even suggested it at all.

“Tarō, is that okay with you?” Stuck at a crossroads, you asked your son what he thought about it. You knew he wouldn’t be okay with it—why would he be?—but he and you had a system to protect each other when the other isn’t around. He despises his father with a burning passion but you couldn’t exactly fault him. His brows furrowed, very clearly against the idea of being alone with your husband.

“Give your mother a break. Lord knows she needs it. Right, Y/N?” Tadāo’s eyes found their way to yours and you swallowed thickly. What the hell were you even supposed to say? “Right?”

“Yes,” you quickly responded, your heart tripping over its own feet.

That was how you found yourself sitting in the exact same mall Tadāo had brought your son to with your two best friends by your side. The three of you were cosied up in a 4-star Michelin restaurant for afternoon tea and a lunch buffet. You were supposed to be relaxing but it stressed you out when you tried to. The table was empty, with you occupying one seat as the other three were temporarily homing personal purses and shopping bags.

Mai and Kame had gone ahead to grab some drinks and light starters. Your phone screen was facing you, placed by your plate where you could easily reach it in case Tarō called you. You didn’t even notice that the both of your friends had returned until you realised that you had a strawberry cheesecake parfait set on your plate. Your e/c eyes slowly drifted up to meet Kame’s piercing gaze. Behind the icy grey you knew she meant well, a soft sigh escaping her lips as she sat down across you.

“We know you’re worried for Tarō, Y/N.” Mai’s voice was gentle and soothing as she took your hand in hers. She cupped them both and your eyes trailed from your hands to her face, where a smile akin to a spring flower greeted you. “We can’t do much, but we’re in the same mall as they are, which means if Tarō ever needs help, we’re all here able to rush to him immediately.”

“She’s right,” Kame chimed in. She had already started eating her gyōza and chawanmushi with shrimp. “Plus, did you forget that I’m a taekwondo teacher or something? I can knock your bitch of a husband out, just say when.” While her intentions were nothing but pure, her violent comment did not go unnoticed by the table of pompous middle-aged women behind her.

“Kame, we’re in public!” Mai took the opportunity to kick her in the shin underneath the table upon releasing your hands. The auburn-haired woman scowled childishly and you couldn’t help but smile. Even when you’re all so different, your personalities complement each other well. They were right—there’s nothing much you could do. If you wanted to worry, you could, but you were just putting yourself in a state of pure unbridled worrying. The three of you were finally meeting up after three weeks, with Mia being busy with grad studies and Kame with running her classes.

So you tried your best to ignore the unsettling sensation brewing in the pit of your stomach like a hexing potion. You paid attention to the food, to the conversation, to the atmosphere, and soon you found yourself relaxing. The tension in your shoulders disappeared as you laughed for the nth time that afternoon. The three of you were reminiscing about your college days, making jokes, recalling old classmates and even joking about said classmates. While it had been hell for you as a public relations and business major, the experiences outside of classes made it worthwhile.

Then your mind couldn’t help but wander to Futakuchi Kenji and the incident that happened sometime last week. Your relationship with him extended a little further than just in-laws. He was a business major attending the same university both you and your husband did. Thanks to that, most of your classes happened to overlap and you just happened to be around him a lot. You nearly fainted on the day you found out that they were cousins—they were nothing alike, until you realised how similar they were in terms of their appearances.

Being classmates with Futakuchi was by no means a walk in the park. For some reason, during discourse sessions, it always ended up the both of you being at each other’s throats. Actually, it wasn’t just discourse sessions. If there was no discourse session, he would create one. Discussion panels would turn into debates and the both of you would end up being the last ones standing, too stubborn to stand down until it was just a battle of wits and personal attacks. Oh, how he loves attacking Tadāo. 

“Your strategy is great, but what happens if the media suddenly turns it into something else completely? You know how they can get when they want something newsworthy. They’ll try to shove words down your throat like that crummy boyfriend of yours.” You couldn’t help but scoff and roll your eyes. Of course Futakuchi Kenji had brought up his cousin. You were beginning to wonder whether he had forgotten about him altogether.

The scoffs, snickers, and snide comments made by your classmates fell on deaf ears. While they were used to it and obviously desensitised, it got annoying when Futakuchi drags out the lesson even by just a minute.

“First of all, thank you for acknowledging my strategy’s worth. Second of all, you’re making up situations entirely based off of biases about the media. You know damn well the journalists in our uni are trained to be professional specialists. Lastly, that’s my fiancé, you sick son of a bitch.”

You couldn’t help but miss those classes. As much as he slandered your husband, he was actually a decent person. He helped out when you struggled, offered you notes, and he always arrived in class early with your favourite drink. The both of you were close, but at the same time barely knew anything about each other. Kame had mentioned something about one of the parties that all three of you went to and had to go streaking but managed to weasel her way out of it, which made your whole table erupt with laughter. However, your happiness was cut short by a loud ringing from your phone.

The caller ID on your phone was enough to send your heart racing against your chest. Tarō would never call you for no reason. The phone that you gave him—a model a whole decade older than he—was for emergency purposes and that only. Your thumb swiped the green icon across the screen and the second you put your phone to your ear, you could hear his laboured breaths.

“K-Kāsan,” his voice came out in choked sobs. “Tōsan is . . he tried to hit me. Please- Please come get me, Okāsan.”

“Where are you, baby?”

“Kiddy Palace in the mall nearby. Please hurry–” The last that you heard before an empty line were angry shouts in the distance. By the end of it, you had already gathered your items and you noticed that so had Mai and Kame, the latter digging into her purse for her wallet as she marched over to the counter to cover the payment.

“Where’s Tarō?” Mai asked, taking your hand in hers.

“Kiddy Palace. That’s the fourth level, right?” She gave you a nod of confirmation and that was all that it took for the both of you to speed out of the restaurant. Kame managed to catch up when you found the lift lobby. The adrenaline coursed through your system like a wave of flood; you could barely keep up with the way your brain was going off on tangents and trying to focus on the steps ahead of you. The worst had come true, and you didn’t want to think that it was just your brain blowing out of proportion.

Kame’s hand was on your back, rubbing soothing circles while Mai held onto your other hand. They were telling you that everything was going to be alright, that Kame was beyond capable of putting your husband back in line. They were trying their best to ease your worries but it could only do so much.

The second the doors began to slide open, you had to squirm past and your feet began to carry you to Kiddy Palace. Blood thumped in your ears, the fear sitting on your face like a pillow suffocating. It didn’t take you long to find Tarō, huddled among plush toys similar to a fortress. The second he saw you, he flung himself over to you, throwing himself in your arms. He was babbling and sobbing; you could barely make out any coherent words when you hoisted him up, holding him close against your body.

“You fucking dog!”

“Kenji, don’t get in between my and my son.”

You froze. Kenji? Futakuchi Kenji? Mai had appeared at your side, her gentle words and cooing to calm Tarō down. She offered to carry him so that “Okāsan’s going to fight Otōsan.” He had no problem shifting from you to her before you ran up to where Kame was, separating the two men from biting off each others’ throats. She stood right in front of him, looking him in the eye and ready to shove him back should he step out of line.

You didn’t even know where to go. To Kenji, or to your husband? Between the both of them, it was your husband who looked more beaten up. Kenji looked spotless while your husband suffered a busted lip and a bruised eye. What were you even going to say to your husband?

“What the fuck are you staring at me for?” You flinched at the harsh words. Mumbles and murmurs came from the onlooking crowd who were unsure on what to do or were too afraid to step in. “Come and help me, you useless bitch.” No sooner had the last syllable left his lips had Kame and Keiji both flung themselves at him, profanities running a mile a minute. Within the blink of an eye, Tadāo was tackled to the ground with both your best friend and his cousin on him.

It took you a heartbeat to realise what was happening. Your head was spinning, your body lurching forward until you were begging for Kame and Kenji both to get off of him. Your pleas and cries finally got through to the two. Weakly, you pulled them off of Tadāo’s body. You couldn’t even bear to look at your husband. With this many people watching– shit. You’ve caused a ruckus in the middle of a mall. 

You spun on the heel of your feet and began to bow at a ninety-degree angle in all directions where there was a visible crowd, voicing out your apologies with a tremble in your voice and a shaking heart. Then, you turned to your husband with tears in your eyes and the choke of a sob in your throat. Your heart hammered threateningly against your chest, watching him carefully as he got onto his two feet.

“Don’t come home tonight.”

“Who the fu–”

“You wanna get fucking beaten up, you punk?!” Kame stomped a foot forward and that was enough to make him flinch the slightest. She grabbed Kenji by his arm and you by your hand, leading you away from the scene. You didn’t know why she dragged him, but it would be nice to know what had gone down and why he was even in the mall in the first place. Mai joined you three with a sniffling Tarō whose cheeks were wet with tears. She suggested that you headed out of the mall and to the McDonald’s across the street for some ice cream to cheer everyone up and everyone unanimously agreed.

So there you sat on a public bench, balancing Tarō on your thighs with a handheld fan in his direction while he happily ate his vanilla ice cream. Mai and Kame sat on either side of you, the former enjoying the seasonal yuzu ice cream and Kame a chocolate cone. Kenji sat quietly next to Mai, the only other person he’s familiar with having known each other since they were in high school.

You learned that Tadāo had been rather passive aggressive in his behaviour towards your son. He was impatient to Tarō’s needs and completely forgot—he probably never even knew about it in the first place—about Tarō’s love for wearing dresses and tiaras. He called his son a slur that is now ingrained in the poor child’s brain for the rest of his natural life and threatened to hit him over and over when Tarō was overwhelmed and threw a tantrum. Tadāo would have struck your child if it hadn’t been for Kenji who happened to be nearby. To your dismay, a fight broke out between them right before you turned up.

Perhaps it was time for you to pull up your socks and talk to Tadāo about his behaviour. Guilt found its way around your heart, wrapping its thick tendrils around it and squeezing it tightly like it was trying to milk an apology out of you. But who was that apology for? You? Or was it for your husband? It should go to Tarō, right? Thoughts raced through your mind, fogging up your vision and before you knew it, your mind was but an incoherent blur of emotions and thoughts.

“Uh, I think I’ll take my leave first.” Turning to your left, Kenji was getting up from his spot next to Mai. “Take care, okay? You need to do something about him.” His warm eyes then landed on Tarō and you couldn’t help but notice a certain glint of curiosity in them. Your son squirmed uncomfortably in your laps. You knew how he got around any adult male but it was a surprise altogether to see him hiss at Kenji.

“Oya, I didn’t know my favourite boy was a cat!” Mai immediately stole his attention. Tarō lets out a tiny humph, nose upturned before his lower lip jutted out into a pout. The five-year-old frowned at Mai, who teased him as she picked him up to settle him next to her. “You’re a big boy now and you still wanna sit on your mommy’s lap?”

“I’m gonna sit on Okāsan’s laps even when I’m bigger!”

“Even when she’s old and wrinkly like a grandma?” Tarō was left speechless as his baby browns darted between you and Mai who was laughing her ass off. You rolled your eyes, smacking her in the back of her head before getting up to talk to Kenji.

He had his hands in his pockets, kicking at the rocks that found their way from the asphalt and it reminded you of a small child feeling sheepish. You noticed how his muscles flexed and relaxed underneath the fabric of his fitted black shirt before noticing how he was so casually dressed for a Monday afternoon. Was he unemployed? Or maybe retired, even? You knew he owned his company and he’s earning himself an empire of gold but you didn’t know just how much gold he had in his tavern.

“Kenji,” you called out cautiously, staying a safe distance from him. He turned around, eyebrows raised in surprise. Did he not expect you to approach him? “Thank you for saving Tarō. Lord knows what would’ve happened without you there.” He didn’t make any move to close the distance between the both of you. The corners of his lips twitched upwards into a lazy smile.

“Guess it’s gotta be pure luck for you, huh?” You scoffed at that. Or at least, tried. You were relieved and you weren’t going to lie about that. You would thank him in some other way, a gift maybe, but you knew your husband would blow it out of proportion and that would be a whole other issue altogether.

“Luck, fate, whatever it is, I’m just glad that you were there, okay? I know what kind of person Tadāo is and what kind of person he can be. The last thing I’d ever let him do is lay his hand on my son.” He must have heard how earnest you were because when he took a deep breath, you saw how his features softened as he looked back into your (e/c) eyes. You didn’t know if he was searching for the right words to say, a delicate response to express that he didn’t mind at all, until you noticed a sleek black car pull up by the curbside. What was it with him being interrupted all the time?

“You know I’d do anything to make sure that that bastard’s out of your life. Hell, that’s probably the only agenda in my book right now,” he chuckled. Kenji lifted his hand to give you a gentle pat on your head. “I’ll get going now. You know I’m just a phone call away.”

You watched as he turned his back on you, waiting patiently as the car door slid open automatically to reveal an all-black leather interior. He ducked his head and entered the vehicle but not before giving you one last wave goodbye, the door sliding over and securing him safely in the car.

That was the longest interaction that he had with you yet ever since he had gotten home from Yokohama. Kenji leaned back in his seat, head rocking back against the headrest. He closed his eyes and the picture of Tarō formed in his head. There was just . . . there was just something about that kid that unsettled him. It was probably the way that he suddenly hissed when he was trying to find the courage to ask if he was okay. The kid didn’t really look like you.

Oh, you. All these years and he thought you’d have left the sick bastard of a human being that he had as a cousin that you have as a husband. Yet again he was proven wrong with the silver band on your ring finger. What bothered him was the lack of a ring on Tadāo’s ring finger.

The entire ride home, his mind was plagued with thoughts of you and Tarō. The dynamic that you both had made him miss his own mother. You were so caring, so gentle and so soft but in that kindness of you was a strength hardened by all of the shit that Tadāo had forced you into. You didn’t let your hardships define you, and that was something that he’s always admired you for.

Kenji fiddled with his phone as he alighted the car, thanking the driver as he made his leave. Maybe he should call his mother. But he already called her two days ago. He knew that she would tease him to no end should he call her any sooner. He only called once a week, but even then, his mother is usually the one calling in a mere day after he had done so.

His butler greeted him as he entered the threshold of his large and lonely household, a friendly greeting returned along with a smile. He immediately found himself headed into the direction of his library, where not only had he stashed archives of literature works but also archives of his own past. He wasn’t one to keep photo albums in his room, choosing to keep them safely and neatly tucked away in the library with the other books that he had. 

Nostalgia in waves as he settled down in his chair, opening up the album to be greeted with his baby pictures. His phone was set on the table before him, the line ringing on speaker as he waited for his mother to pick up. He flipped through the pages slowly, a fond smile on his face as he watched himself grow. He was such an adorable baby. Cheeks red, full and always stuffed with rice or some of his favourite candy.

Then, he came across a picture that struck a chord through his chest. He couldn’t have been any older than seven years old in the picture, perhaps six. He was at the beach, sporting a gigantic toothy grin. His hair was wet and stuck to his skin, yellow goggles hanging loosely around his neck and the bulge of his tummy ever so visible through the navy blue of the swimming suit he was wearing. He would have been mistaken to be extremely elated to be at the beach if it weren’t for how red his eyes were. Wait a minute . . . this looked all too familiar. Where had he seen this before; this very expression of a young boy grinning with tear-stained cheeks and reddened eyes? Ah. Then it had hit him.

Masayūki Tarō looks exactly like him when he was younger.

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Can’t Fight This Feeling Anymore

Rating: Teen Relationship: Werewolf x M!Human Warning: Monster POV, angst, Misguided views of masculinity, soft boy we don’t deserve, fluff

Word Count: 3918

A Werewolf finds her mate during school, it’s not what she expected in a mate.

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It starts in the commons room. The smell of autumn, just near Halloween. Crisp, clean air- though it's a little more than that. Like a pumpkin pie baking in the oven while the October breeze blows through the open windows. It's comforting, the aroma bringing nothing but contentment. Makes me wanna find the source and snuggle up under a blanket near it. I have never had such a smell rest in my lungs like this. Every part of my body feels alive with ever inhale.

It fades during first period but comes back around during lunch. I try to ignore it, conversing with friends as a distraction, but it's very persuasive in it's lingering. I begin to grow anxious as the day continues, bouncing my leg during class while biting my fingers. All of me wants to jump up and run about till I find it. I nearly do just that before the bell rings.

Final period is when it’s the strongest. It's almost suffocating in a mouth-watering way. I take in greedy breaths as I lounge against my chair in civics class. I lazily look around the room, feeling like a basking cat in the warm rays of the sun. my eyes stutter over some gent resting in the front row. Lanky, black hair, average style, completely unremarkable. Though his plainness does nothing to deter me.

I study him, picking apart every detail as he demands my attention. I look at his black curly hair, visions of running my fingers through it rush my head. I can almost feel the strands slipping over my knuckles. Feel the tug of minuscule tangles on my digits. The thought is jarring.

My body feels excited looking at him, practically giddy looking at this lad. I want to walk over and talk to him, what I wouldn't give to hear him speak. I bet he has a deep voice, a rich bass. I get my chance when he is called on by the teacher, answering their question with that satisfying octave. I almost purr at its all-encompassing embrace.

I don’t know what this man is doing to me but it seems I could care less. His presence- though not near enough- is all too comforting. I try to think about it but my brain rolls in oxytocin, ladling cups full over itself every time he talks.

The bell ringing is a startling sound. I jump, hitting my knee against my table with a loud thud. People barely pay mind as they gather their things to leave. A friend eyes me with a knowing grin. Still trying to catch up with how class felt only ten minutes long I just regard them confused.

"So you found them," they ask.

"What?"

They scoff," Your mate, you found them? Or perhaps you have some of the good stuff and your holding out on me."

I scoff along with them, utterly confused," What are you going on about, Patrick?"

"Are you joshing me right now," he gawks," You are sitting there high as a kite on the smell of your mate. I've seen that exact look on my brother when he found his at a wedding we went to for another friend." my mind flows with thoughts, trying to delay the inevitable. It all fit together once he said it. Mate. That plain Jane sitting in front of the class is supposed to be my mate. A nerdy, lanky, pasty teen that could never keep up with the likes of me. Hell, he is just some human! How could some weak boy be paired with someone like me? I was meant to have a big powerful man. A body that oozes power, a stature that demands attention. I deserve a man, not a boy.

Patrick rattles on about heaven know what while I deny everything my body is telling me. I come up with every excuse in the book till I label every reaction to something ridiculous. With too much ire is shoot out of my seat and storm off to my car. I need to clear my head for a while.

The week fills with intoxicating scents and denial. It's extremely frustrating talking in circles with myself about something I feel is already dealt with. He is nothing to me, simple as that. He could never be on my level and clearly a handicap in any relationship we may have. As clear a stop my decision is it has a tendency to come full circle when I catch a whiff or see him in the halls. God, that smell will always make my heart swell and my mind melt.

One day that poor lad talks to me, asking a simple enough question about an assignment. The words that spilled from my mouth tasted bitter before they left the tip of my tongue. In some sort of crude about way I answer him defensively, projecting my inner turmoil into hateful words. From strangers to more in just a few words. Someone I deemed nothing to me became a victim to my ire. I began bulling the lanky teen.

I hated myself every time I spat hateful slurs or punishing quips at him. Not even in a heartfelt way but in a way that I disrespected someone on any level. I was harsh in my everyday life, it tends to come with the territory, but I was never mean for the sake of being mean. That exactly what I'm doing, spewing my anger of the situation to someone that despite everything didn't deserve it.

I find out through the week that his name is Lance, a straight-A, gym hating, bug fearing, nerdy teen. He is nice to everyone he meets and has taken to socializing himself up the high school popularity ladder. No one took advantage of him and treated him well enough. Despite his deep love for all thing fantasy he was never ridiculed for it, he was just too sweet to tease. With that, I become to school bitch. Oh, the irony.

"Alright, I can’t take it. Why are you so closed off lately," Patrick asks. I stop glaring out at the tree line and turn towards him. I see my reflection in his sunglasses, hating to see how casually I look lounging back against the picnic table.

"What," I feign ignorance. Patrick huffs, turning away to also lounge against the picnic table.

"For someone who found their soulmate you are being an emotionally unavailable bitch. Hell, you are teasing that poor Lance dude from algebra. Like, what in god's name did he do to you?"

I stiff at the mention of Lance, balling my fist and biting my cheek. "Why don't we talk about something else?"

"For what? I'm tired of this, what happened? Did your mate reject you? Is this why you are being a class A bitch? If so, I'm here to listen. It can be painful to know your mate doesn't want you. If you like I can go kick their ass, show em what's what," Patrick rambles. In his wrong assumption, he does strike a chord with me. I finally acknowledge this from Lance's view.

Startled in my new line of thought I rise from my seat and walk back inside. Patrick sits up, watching me go, but does nothing else.

I walk all the way to the library, resting in some off corner to stew in my developing views. I never realized how Lance may be feeling, well besides how it feels to be bullied. I already felt like trash but its way worse now. Lance may not be able to tell like I can what we mean to each other but humans tend to have a sense about these things. How he must feel to have this strange pull to me that results in constant berating. It's easier for me to cast him aside not knowing what his feelings may be. I feel even worse now.

I startle when I feel a tear roll down my face, the weeks worth of frustration finally wrenching free from my chest. Where one tear rolls, another follows. Soon I'm balling into my forearms while I scrunch up in the corner. It hurts knowing I'm hurting my mate. It hurts thinking about how he must feel, viewing me as this monster I surely am. It hurts knowing how superficial I've been.

Lance, he proved himself to be quiet adept at being a social butterfly, showing great compassion and worth in his daily actions. Not being a typical man, showing off his strength and wealth, but being a real man. He is caring and opens with his fellow students, not leaving anyone behind. Hell, I've even seen him tutor some of the tennis players during lunch. He is just a good guy.

My ear ringing from my realization of ideocracy that I don't hear the quiet taps of shoes on tile. I jump when I feel a hand rest on my shoulder. I bolt upright staring up at the beautiful brown eyes of Lance.

Stubbornly I wipe my tears away," What do you want?" he seems to struggle with his answer, perhaps debating on high tailing it out of here. He settles on squatting down and sitting in front of me.

"I heard sniffling, I got curious," he answers as he rests his arms on his knees. I admire him for a moment. He is so adorable. I always imagined my mate to be drop-dead sexy and droll worthy but Lance isn't that. He is just…cute.

"Well, sorry for being too loud then," I begin to stand," I'll just be on my way then."

Lance raises a hand, stopping me, "No! please, what's wrong?" I glare at his extended hand, viewing all my options for the moment. My body screams to stay, keep close to my mate, but my brain shouts run.

I settle back down.

"What's wrong? Why were you crying," he asks with his well known sympathetic eyes.

I scoff, turning away," Why should it matter? I can't imagine you are too eager to have a heart to heart with your bully."

"Actually, I feel that would be the number one person I'd love to have a heart to heart with," he tries to catch my eyes. I side glance him but hold firm.

"Well, don't expect that here. I was just having a bad day," I brush him off though the truth rests firmly on the tip of my tongue.

"Well then, tell me about it," he gives a quick smile. My heart flutters, my eyes trail over his lips. I find myself in a bit of a trance.

"I realized something I did wrong," I answer vaguely.

"What did you do wrong?"

"I hurt someone I should care about."

"that happens sometimes. What are you going to do about it?"

"I'm not sure, I feel I fucked up big time," as I answer I can feel the skin on my spine tighten.

"Well, I know the best place to start is with 'I'm sorry' then go from there. Who did you hurt, if you don't mind sharing?"

I open my mouth to answer, the words 'you' almost slipping from my lips. As I sit across from him I can feel the telltale signs of morphing. My nails prick at my palms and I feel my ears part my hair as they stretch. My clothes feel tight as I enlarge. I hardly notice it over the view of him lounging casually across from me. Looking at him feels like a lock is being opened. Almost in a snap, a whimper leaves my throat and tears run down my cheeks.

"I'm sorry," I hiccup. I quickly fold in half over my legs, clenching at my chest as my back feels like it's tearing. I whimper some more as my clothes tear. I faintly hear Lance gasp over my rushing feelings.

Soon I find myself clawing at the tiled floor on all fours. I snap my eyes up to a surprisingly kept together Lance. Meeting his eyes I let lose another whimper, digging my nails into the tiles. Lance tilts his head, looking sympathetically at me before opening his arms. Quickly I flop down onto his lap, my head pressed against his stomach, claws scratching at his back. He rests his arms over my shoulders, petting along my spine as I whimper and whine.

"It's ok," he coos," I'm not mad." I cry out, clutching at his clothes knowing I'm probably ripping his jacket. It's a relief to hear those words but god it feels like I don't deserve them. He comforts and coos, letting me tire myself out.

I soon settle enough to revert to human -well, mostly human. I still keep the long teeth and pointed ears, even some sprouts of hair. I turn in his lap, rest my back to the floor to look up at him. Lance removes his jacket, draping it over my modesty. Covering the shredded clothes and revealed skin. He then meets my eyes with a cocked brow, asking without words.

I don't answer, instead of raising a hand to cup his cheek. I feel the heat and slight stubble on my palm.

"You seem pretty relaxed for someone who had a werewolf in their lap," I try to joke. It's enough for him to huff in amusement.

"It's not the first time," he answers. I read too far into, growling at the idea of another person in his lap. He pokes at my side," Not what I meant. My best friend is a werewolf. Having seen him howl at the moon like an idiot will make you less afraid of big dogs."

I scoff," Big dogs, shut up."

"I hope you are aware you are a big dog. A big dog that cried in my lap, would you be so kind as to explain that one," he asks. I stiffen, remembering why I was acting a fool to begin with. My teeth pinch at my lip as the stress overwhelms me.

"Hey," he snaps," relax. I'm just trying to figure out something that been bothering me since we met. My friend tried to explain it but I rather hear it from you."

I glare up at him," What do you know?" I begin to sit up, clenching his jacket to me, but he keeps me down.

"Well, I think I can answer with a question," he starts cryptically," am I your mate?"

I choke on my breath. It seems he knows enough.

"Yes," I hold my breath.

"Oh."

"oh?"

"Yes, oh," he teases," as in that answers a lot of things then."

"Like what?"

"Like how even when you call me four-eyed Steve Buscemi, I still pop a boner," he laughs. I find myself covering my mouth while chuckling.

"What," I nearly shout.

"Every time you are around my body lights up, it's insane. Like, I'm a teenager but I feel as an 18 y/o that I would be mostly past instant erections. Though even when you insult my interest and hobbies I still want nothing more than kiss you," he beams down at me. His smile is illuminating.

"Is that right," I find myself teasing.

"Yes, and it was startling to want you so bad though you were being…rude-"

"You can say bitch, I'm aware of what I was being."

He sighs," Yea, you were a bitch. That being said, my main question is why? If I was to be your mate, why were you so mean to me?"

"Cause I'm stupid," I wince," lots of bullshit."

"Like what," he pushes," I really gotta know what's wrong here. My buddy tried to explain this to me and I can't really wrap my head around it. Like if we are meant to be complementary to each other then why are you so mean? I didn't do anything to you so I can't even begin to fathom why you would bully your mate." his tone breaks the comforting air he brought, switching the setting to confrontational. It seems I may have been right, he has some feelings about this. It sets the ache in my chest to high gear, grinding my lungs up as my heart squeezes.

"I'm sorry," I sit up, pressing his jacket close to my chest. I want to bring the fabric to my nose and breath in his warming scent. Now isn't the time. I rest on my knees, not being able to hold eye contact for longer than mere seconds.

"Was I not good enough," he asks timidly," Did you not like what you saw?"

I swallow hard," at the time."

Lance sighs," so you don't want me?"

I shoot forward, holding out a hand," No! well… I didn't, before. Now it's different."

"Now it's different," he scowls," You can just decide these things like that? One opinion one minute then another later? I'm not someone to be toyed with, I have feelings."

"I know! It wasn't going to be like that, I was just being an idiot to begin with," I answer quickly. The stress piles on, falling heavily on my back. I wince when my nails dig through his jacket into my chest. I faintly notice the hairs on my hand thickening. "I'm so sorry, Lance. I was being ridiculous and completely unfair. Please don't be mad," I whimper. My chest aches, my skin burns, my eyes feel heavy. It seems only fitting to wallow in this for the time being.

"Hey," Lance leans forward," Let's calm down, ok? It's easier to explain a half-naked woman over a large werewolf."

I take a few breaths, shaking as each exhale. "I don't think I can."

"Come on, babe, take deep breaths," he pets on my back. I collapse at the affection, whimpering in his lap again like a beaten dog.

"I'm sorry. I wasn't fair to you," I cry against his chest," I was hateful and mean about something I couldn't control. You are enough, you are worthy. I'm the one who shouldn't get a chance, shouldn't be enough for you. God, you were so nice to everyone and caring. I judged you at face value, I'm so shallow. I'm sorry, I'm so sorry."

Lance sat quietly while I whined and wailed against him. I have never felt more undeserving of such an intimacy, a luxury to be held and cared for. He should leave, turn, and never look back at the sad-sack wailing over him. It would be fitting, to be left behind like how I wanted to leave him. I can't comprehend why he would still be here now. Fuck, I don't deserve him.

Lance held me close, letting me fill out another pity fest. He kept quiet, just stroking over my head.

"You know, as mad as I should be I'm not that angry," he chuckles," I know I should be after hearing my mate thought I wasn't good enough but I can't bring myself to care. Hearing and seeing you beat yourself up about it feels like enough. Though I hate seeing you so distraught, even if you did say Warhammer was dumb." I huff, not believing he could find humor at a time like this. His words still settle me, bringing a sense of calm to the storm.

I sit out of his hold, looking over him. He gives a friendly smile, testing the waters a bit as I try to read him. He shouldn't be so forgiving. I surely haven't earned it. Wailing into his chest and taking all the comfort he gives me is definitely not the path to redemption. I am being selfish in taking what he gives me with his open and kind heart.

"Don't," I say.

"Don't?"

"Don't forgive me, not so easily at least," I clench his jacket," I haven't earned it. I have to earn that."

He scoffs," No you don't. it's ok, really."

"No, it's not," I nearly shout," I literally didn't believe you were enough. I thought you were some boy compared to the man I wanted. I wanted some stereotypical macho man with big muscles and a beard. Instead, I got paired with a lanky lad who can't even catch a basketball. I saw you as weak, some human who would weigh me down."

"But, you don't believe that now," he asks hopefully. The guarding wince of his shoulders makes mine fall.

"Of course not. I think you're charming and sweet. You have the biggest heart of anyone I have ever met, taking care of nearly everyone in our grade and then some. You tutor anyone who needs help, you lend an ear to anyone struggling, you let me cry on you though I was nothing but mean to you," I blink back tears," I don't deserve you. You are too sweet and smart for someone like me who thought you weren't enough. I'm the one who isn't enough. Fuck, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry, I can't imagine how confusing it must have been to be drawn to me and rejected by me. Lance, i-"

I startle at the hands cradling my face then the lips pressing against mine. I stare ahead wide-eyed, confused above all else. Lance doesn't part just yet, carding his fingers through my hair as gentle as possible. Not looking a gift horse in the mouth I react. Reaching up and finally feeling his soft strands gliding over my knuckles while sucking on his lip.

Lance pulls back first, leaving me to awkwardly trail after him. He chuckles as I lean back, shifting his jacket up to my neck.

"I never got to shut someone up with a kiss before, I'd have to say it makes me feel a little powerful to see you so flustered," he teases.

I hide my face in his jacket," Shut up."

"Not yet," he grabs my hands. He lowers the jacket to my neck then cups my cheeks," I think it's my turn to talk?"

I nod.

"Ever since I first saw you I have been nothing but confused. I don't care for being so conflicted over some girl, you made my world tilt a bit. Now that I have all the pieces I can confidently say that I still like you and want to give this a try. What you did hurt, but I get it. Your world tilted a bit too, I can understand how that can make someone a bit angry or scared. I mean I was a mess for a while till my buddy explained it. So I say I forgive you because now I know what it all means and I know you will make it up to me. Like going out this weekend with my buddy and me to a movie. Though I'm sure you will definitely learn your lesson after my friend gives you a talking. I can't stop him and neither can you so it's best we get it out of the way," he smiles," sound like a plan?"

I stare at lance for a moment. I felt I had a plan somewhere in the middle of this conversation. Everything was out in the open and I planned to win him over, dealing with the reprimands of my transgressions before really seeing where this will go. Now everything is sitting at an angle, confusing and wrong. I truly do not deserve him.

But I can work on that.

"Friday then," I ask.

"Friday is perfect."

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Starts off as a story on how woman can also be the problem with how toxic masculinity works. which is true, we shouldn’t pressure or make men feel bad because they aren’t “manly” enough. sometimes men are scared of bugs and that’s ok. towards the end it just became some fluff cause im a sap.

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We Two Boys Together Clinging

Halfway through 19th Century American Poetry and Drew has a sensation with which he is all too familiar: eyes boring into the back of head. It doesn't matter how many times he's been gawked at in a restaurant or in the allergy aisle of CVS (hay fever is a bitch), the feeling of the little hairs on the back of his neck standing up never fails to make him want to slink into a hole and die. He tries to ignore it, tries to focus all of his attention on the professor, who is droning on about the difference between various editions of Leaves of Grass, but that only lasts so long. Eventually, he caves, and he turns to look. 

He's not shocked when the dark eyes watching him quickly dart away—people are often abashed when they get caught staring—but it is a surprise when, a few moments later, they return to meet his. The face they belong to is handsome, warm, dark skin, a strong jaw, a slightly crooked nose that suggests some kind of trouble, and—oh. Two rows of perfect white teeth that he sees now because the face is grinning at him, an inviting, dangerous grin, and now Drew's the one looking away, his own cheeks glowing red. His eyes burn holes in his notebook—he hasn't written a word in so long, he'll have to research this edition issue on his own later—and the other guy's eyes burn holes in his skull. 

Why is he looking at him like that? Drew hasn't said a thing all class, not that any of them would be able to get a word in edgewise. His eyes dart down to check his outfit; a little schnerdy, sure, but nothing that stands out in a Harvard classroom. He risks it again; a quick look back, and that smile is still waiting for him, this time a little softer, like he's happy he keeps getting caught. 

By the time class ends, Drew is a sweaty mess. He has no idea what the professor said for the last half of that lecture, but he's not going to stick around to ask. He tosses his notebook and his copy of Whitman into his satchel and slides into the mass exodus from the room. He lets himself be carried toward the building exit by the river of hungry undergrads, hoping that he avoids whatever situation was brewing behind him in class, but the river comes to a screeching halt when everyone notices that it's pouring buckets outside. Those smart enough to plan ahead whip out their umbrellas and leave, and some who don't have any other choice lower their heads and shoulders as though preparing to take a charging bull head on and foray bravely into the downpour. 

Drew doesn't have another class for forty-five minutes, and even though he was planning on getting lunch in the interim, he really doesn't want to get this sweater wet, so he decides to duck into an alcove and wait it out. He pulls out his phone, Googles the information he thinks he missed in class, and is halfway through an Encyclopedia Britannica article when someone clears their throat. He looks up and blinks owlishly. It's the teeth. 

"Hi," the teeth say. "I'm Xander." 

Drew stares. He doesn't know what to do with this information. During the rare instances someone deigns to talk to him, an introduction like "I'm Xander" is almost always followed by a request like "Can I get an picture?" or "Do you know where the bathroom is?", depending on if he's been recognized or not. But this...this is just warm brown eyes and a big shiny smile that he doesn't know what to with. 

"Drew Cooper," he eventually blurts out, remembering that he is in fact a human person with a name. "Um. Hi." 

Xander leans casually against the wall adjacent to Drew, the fabric of his shirt pulling tight over the bulk of his arms as he crosses them over his very muscular chest. "You know, I really liked what you had to say last week about the em dashes in Emily Dickinson's poems. How they're meant to give you space to breath but really end up making you feel breathless. Professor didn't know what do with that, but...I liked it."

What is happening what is happening what is hap— Drew swallows thickly. "Oh. Thanks. I, uh, visited the house in Amherst a lot growing up. School field trips, family weekends...I'm...familiar with her work."

Xander nods toward the corner of Leaves of Grass sticking out of Drew's satchel. "What about Whitman? He a favorite too?"

Drew shrugs. "Sure. Mostly 'Song of Myself' and 'Drum-Taps,' but generally...yeah, his language is...unparalleled." Drew pauses, unsure, and then continues. "Reading Whitman always reminds me that I need to look around more. That everything is beautiful if I let it be."

The smile grows bigger. "I really like the way you talk about poetry, Drew Cooper." Xander reaches into the JanSport he's got slung over one shoulder and pulls out an umbrella. "Want to talk about it over lunch?"

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It’s not until their third post-poetry class lunch that Drew finds out something interesting about his new friend. “Wait...you’re on the football team?”

Xander laughs, a loud, warm sound that makes Drew feel like he’s part of the joke instead of the butt of it. “Yeah, yeah, I’m on the football team.” Drew makes a face. “What?”

“Well...don’t take this the wrong way, but...” Drew swirls his spoon in his cup of clam chowder. “...is Harvard’s team any good?”

This earns a longer, louder laugh from Xander, who takes a bite of his grilled chicken when he’s done. “In the grand scheme of things? No. We go up against Auburn or Clemson and we’re getting our asses kicked, no questions asked. But against the teams we actually play? We’re not half-bad.” 

“So what position do you play?”

“Tight end.”

“Oh, I know that one. That’s...an important one.”

Xander suppresses the laugh this time. “It’s okay, Cooper. You don’t have to pretend to like football.”

Drew scrunches his nose. “I’m sorry. I come from a sports family. My dad and my older sister, in particular, they’ll talk for hours about football or baseball or hockey...it all goes over my head.”

With a shrug, Xander says, “Well, you’ve got enough good stuff going on in that head. No need to waste brain space on stuff that doesn’t matter.”

Drew feels himself starting to flush, so he quickly tries to shift the focus. “Well what about you? If football doesn’t matter, why risk CTE for it?”

“Scholarships, Cooper! You think Harvard pays for itself? I got in on test scores, but test scores don’t get you out of loans. Football does.”

And doesn’t that make Drew feel so silly. He knows how unbelievably lucky he is, that he had every semester of higher education he could ever want at whatever university would take him paid for before he was even born. If he had the mind to, he could keep taking classes at Harvard or Yale or Oxford until he died and he’d never have to think about the cost. Xander actually has to work for his education, and Drew feels like a little kid in comparison. 

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They’ve been in a little back corner of Lamont Library for a few hours now, bent over their respective texts as they work on assignments for different classes. Drew’s nose-deep in an anthology of Helen Hunt Jackson, while Xander’s scribbling away at equations for one of his insanely complicated math classes. They work in comfortable silence, and every once in a while Drew wonder how strange it is, the easy way they spend their days together. 

At one point, Xander throws down his pencil in disgust. “That’s it. Cooper, I’m dropping out.”

Drew makes a face. “You’re not dropping out, Xander.” 

“I am. No economics degree is worth this.” He gestures vaguely to his chicken-scratch math homework. 

“I mean, you’re not going to hear an argument from me, the guy studying History and Literature.” Drew peeks at the equations. “Would it help if you explained it to me?”

Xander furrows his brows. “What do you mean?”

“I mean...my sisters always head more of a head for the STEM subjects, while I’ve always been better at...” He waves a hand over his poetry book. “...softer stuff. But when I was a kid, my dad, who’s, like, an insane science nerd to the max, would tell me to pretend that I was the science teacher and I had to teach him the homework. It really helped. Explaining out loud, going over each problem piece by piece, helped me understand it better.” He flushes. “It’s just a thought, though. You don’t have to...”

“On one condition.” Xander smirks. “You have to tell me all of your thoughts on Thoreau afterward.”

Drew can’t fight his grin. “Deal.”

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Drew’s schedule is light on Tuesdays, so he’s back in the apartment he shares with Aidan, about halfway between Harvard and MIT’s campuses. She’s here, too, ditching a class she claims is “beneath the mathematical sensibilities of a first-grader.” She and some friend Drew is sure he should know the name of are on their little balcony, sipping wine coolers and people-watching while Drew reads for his early Wednesday class. Mostly, really, he’s listening to them gossip.

“See her?” 

“Blond ponytail?”

“No, by the crosswalk, with the dog. Don’t tell her you have a fake ID, she’ll narc on you in a heartbeat.”

“Get out!”

“Dead serious. Freshman down the hall got busted because of her.”

“What a bitch. Over there, those two: dating or siblings?”

“They’re practically identical, so I’m hoping siblings....Oh god, please let me be wrong...”

“Who’s that?”

“Where?” 

“Coming down the sidewalk here.”

“He’s hot, whoever he is.”

“I’ll say.”

“Wait...why does he look familiar....”

“Wasn’t he at that party two weekends ago? The one on Banks Street?”

“Oh my god, that’s it, he’s on the Harvard football team!”

Drew’s head snaps up. 

“Tell you what, he could score a touchdown any day. Look at those arms...Drew?” 

Drew scrambles off of the couch and flings himself onto the balcony. Aidan gives him a wild look. “What the hell?”

Peering over the edge, Drew spies Xander just as he gets to the front door of their building. He doesn’t need to use the buzzer, because someone’s coming out. “Oh.”

“Drew?”

Ignoring his sister, Drew rushes back to the couch, where he grabs all of his books and notebooks and tosses them into his backpack. Then he races into his bedroom to grab shoes. “I, uh, have to go! Study thing!”

Aidan looks down to the street and back to her panicked twin. “Drew...are you friends with a football player?”

“No!” Drew squeaks. “Yes! I mean, yes, we are friends. We have a class together. I have to go!”

Aidan squints in suspicion as Drew charges out the door. When it slams shut behind him, her friend says, “Does he know his sweater is on backward?”

Aidan shrugs. “Not my business.”

—————

“Why do you hang out with me?”

It’s a hazy October afternoon, and Drew and Xander are hanging out in Flagstaff Park, studying. People call out to Xander as they walk by, and Xander gives them a friendly wave or a “Hey man!” but makes no move to get up and socialize. Drew knows he’s quiet, not the best conversationalist in the world, so he wonders. 

“What do you mean?” Xander looks at him like he always does, like Drew is about to say something absolutely revelatory. 

“I mean...shouldn’t you be hanging out with the rest of the football team? Is that what you’re supposed to do?”

Xander seems amused. “Is that what you want me to do?”

“No,” Drew answers too quickly. “I just...I don’t know. I’ve never had someone spend so much time with me who wasn’t a blood relative, that’s all. And it seems like you have a lot of friends so...I don’t know...forget it...” Embarrassed, he turns back to his history textbook. 

A wide hand, fingers splayed, plops down over the pages, and Drew looks up to see Xander rolling his eyes. “I hang out with you so much, Cooper, because I like spending time with you, and also, I’m hoping that if I earn enough goodwill you’ll let me take you out to dinner at some point.” 

Drew freezes. “I—what?”

“I mean, if you’re not into me, that’s fine. I’m a big boy, I can handle it. But the thing is, I think you are into me, which is great, because I’m into you too, but I don’t mind biding my time until you’re ready.”

Every single neuron in Drew’s brain is misfiring. “You’re—into me?”

“Man got himself into Harvard just to outshine the professors and he still can’t read what’s right in front of him.” Xander sighs. “Yes, Cooper, I am into you, and would like to start seeing you socially in a romantic capacity.”

“But...you’re on the football team!” 

“I—what?” Drew just gapes at him. “Cooper...” Xander starts to laugh, slow at first, and then harder.

“Wait, why are you laughing at me?”

“It’s just...really refreshing to talk to someone as woefully out of touch as you are.”

“Hey!”

“Cooper, I dated a guy on the swim team for like two months last year. My being gay is...not news. To anyone.”

“Apparently not my sister,” Drew grumbles. 

“What?”

“Nothing.” Drew shakes his head. Nothing is making sense. “Do you know...who I am?”

“...We’ve met, yeah.”

“No, I mean...my family.”

“Oh.” Xander shrugs. “Yeah. Did some light Googling. I mean, c’mon, a white boy as quiet and smart as you? I had to be sure you weren’t secretly a neo-Nazi or some shit.”

“I’m Jewish,” Drew mumbles, “but that’s not the point. You know...who I’m related to.”

“Yeah. Am I supposed to care?” Xander reaches out and takes Drew’s hand, interlaces their fingers together. Drew’s heart is pounding so hard in his ears he can barely hear Xander speak. “Cooper, I am an economics major. I don’t want to date you because your grandpa was a billionaire. I want to date you in spite of the fact that your grandpa was a billionaire.”

Drew chokes out a laugh. “Fair enough.” 

“I mean, you’re cute and all, but don’t think I won’t eat you for sustenance when the class war starts.”

His laugh is louder this time. “Stop.” 

“So what do you say?” A squeeze of the fingers, and a squeeze to his heart. “Drew Cooper, will you go on a date with me?”

Drew chews on his lip, and then he nods. “Yeah. Yeah I will.” 

Then Xander grins his perfect white grin, and Drew knows he’s a goner.

[dontshouta]

heeey! can i request bakugo, izuku, shoto and shinsou with an s/o that is a bad influence for them (they manipulate the boys to skip classes, make them jealous/angry just for fun, etc) and then someone or something makes them snap and realize that their s/o is not good? i really like ur writing and really liked this idea but it's ok if you dont feel like doing them

this request made me 🥺 why must u make me write these dumb boys bad 😔 theyre doing their best okay. also i know u didn’t make this exclusively reader x bnha but like. I wanted a happy ending okay.

Bakugou Katsuki:

You were sat in your usual seat in the back of the class, your eyes lazily sweeping over the heads of your peers. Professor Yamada was droning on about some grammatically incorrect sentences in the background of your own thoughts, your mind elsewhere while you drew incoherent doodles in the margins of your notes.

English was your last class for the day, the clock ticking ever so slowly while you thought of any last minute plans you could make with your friends. You thought you could go to the mall with Mina, you needed a new pair of shoes and you knew she wouldn’t do you wrong. Or, you could hang out at Sero and Kaminari’s place, you’ve been meaning to bum out and have a movie night with those two. Or maybe, you could grab some lunch with Bakug-

Where the hell was Bakugou?

Your eyes jumped to stare into his empty desk, burning imaginary holes into the seat while searching through your mind’s eye to figure out why on Earth he would be gone. Bakugou never missed a day of class, so why now? Did he catch a cold? Does he have a dentist’s appointment? Was he abducted by aliens? Did he get hit by a-

Suddenly, the classroom door swung open and in came the culprit. Along with a demon clinging onto his arm. You rolled your eyes, a sigh escaping through your lips as you watched the two make their way to their respective seats. Of course she was the reason why he was late.

“Ahh, sorry professor!” She cooed, mock saluting poor Professor Yamada. “Didn’t realize we were so late, right Katsuki?”

You knew the rat was lying through her teeth. You knew she would rather die than come into class early like a normal student. You glared seething hatred into the back of her head, watching as her hand stayed glued to Bakugou’s arm, even as they sat in their seats. 

Bakugou merely grunted in response, his eyes downcast while he settled in. You wanted to get up and pull him by the ear out of the classroom and give that dumb boy a stern talking to but you had at least some restraint. You studied the boy’s face closely, and you felt your heart sink. You couldn’t remember the last time you saw him look so… anguished. His expression was so openly conflicted you couldn’t help the feeling of dejection filling your tight chest.

After class, you launched yourself to Bakugou before his demon of a girlfriend could sink her claws into him first and hightailed it out of the classroom without a trace.

“Y/N- what- where the fuck are you taking me!” He growled, trying to shake himself from you. 

“We need to have a little chit-chat Bakugou.” You started, rounding a corner into a little nook where you and Bakugou could talk without any disturbances. “I saw your face, I know you’re not happy with what happened today. What’s going on?”

Bakugou was quiet for a moment, emotions flickering through his face until he finally broke the silence with a deep sigh.

“This isn’t the first time this sort of thing happened… She keeps forcing me to skip my classes and shit and I don’t know why but I just can’t fucking say no. What the fuck is up with that? Since when have I ever been a damn toy for some girl? This shit’s been really pissing me off but I haven’t done jack shit about it!”

You could see the anger coursing through his body as he restrained himself from probably yeeting you into space. You felt angry. Angry because you didn’t notice his inner turmoil earlier and even angrier because of the person doing this. Didn’t she care for Bakugou at all? What a shitty girlfriend. You wouldn’t treat him like this.

“Bakugou,” You placed a comforting hand on his bicep, squeezing the hard muscle tightly to show your support. “I think you should break up with her. I’ve never had a good feeling about her in the first place and I hate seeing you so miserable because of some obnoxious brat.”

He reached up to squeeze your hand back before removing it entirely from his arm with a heavy sigh. 

“Thanks, Y/N.. Even though you’re always in my fuckin’ business I appreciate you knocking some damn sense into my head.”

You gave him a bright smile. “Of course! I’d hate to see my favorite rat in distress!” You puffed your chest out with pride. “Now you owe me, how about taking me out on a date once your free from the devil’s clutches?”

With a roll of his eyes he ruffled your hair, a smirk playing on his lips while he abandoned your super secret hiding spot. Hands shoved into his jeans pockets, he looked over his shoulder, a cocky look in his eyes. 

“I knew you only wanted me to break up with her just so you could get a shot at me. You’re playing a dangerous game, Y/N.”

A furious blush erupted onto your cheeks as you wildly yelled at the boy. The only response he so graciously gave you was a wink and a chuckle, causing your shouts behind him to grow tenfold.

You were left with red cheeks and a shy smile as you watched Bakugou escape your sight. You just hoped the stupid boy would actually break up with the witch or you feared you’d meddle again and do it yourself.

Midoriya Izuku:

Click. Click. Click. Click. ClickClickClickClickClickClickClickClick-

“Okay, Mido, I’m taking that from you.” You snatched the boy’s pen from his hand before he could protest and shoved it into your jacket pocket. His face flushed as he muttered incoherent excuses under his breath, the mess of hair on top of his head bobbing while he jittered in his seat.

You’d hoped you could have a relaxing study session with Midoriya in the local coffee shop but the poor boy had been fidgeting ever since the pair of you entered the establishment.

“Mido, what’s wrong? You’re more spazzy than usual.” 

You watched as he rolled his bottom lip in between his teeth while staring at something behind you, causing a large sigh to escape from your lips.

“Dude, are you zoning out again? I asked you a ques-” Just as you started talking you turned to see what he was staring at, as soon as your eyes landed on the scene behind you you whipped right back around with wide eyes.

“Yo, isn’t that your boyfriend??” Your eyes were wide with concern,  your body frantically forcing itself in front of Midoriya’s line of sight. “Mido, he’s all over that guy, did you guys break up or something?”

You wanted nothing more than to launch yourself from your seat to beat the other boy up but you held yourself back to hear out your friend instead.

Midoriya raked both of his hands through his hair, mumbling as he did so. He slumped back into his chair in defeat, his face scrunching up in both anger and betrayal.

“Haha.. no, Y/N. Um, he’s-he’s been doing this for a while actually haha.. At first it was kinda cute I guess but now I’m not sure if he even likes me anymore. I don’t like being jealous, Y/N.. I don’t even feel like it’s worth the hassle anymore..” 

Your heart broke for him, watching him struggle with his emotions right in front of you. You stole a quick peek behind you again, your eyes meeting the flirting boy’s briefly. His eyebrow cocked up, almost making you jump out of your seat to defend your friend. You felt the need to fight a bitch growing now more than ever.

“Dude what the hell, he’s doing it on purpose?? What’s his deal? Is he so insecure in your relationship that he has to openly flirt with someone else? Mido, you don’t deserve that.” You took his hand in yours as you watched tears well up in his angry eyes. A watery laugh bubbled out from his as a sneaky tear slipped down his cheek.

“Y/N I feel so stupid right now! I can’t even muster up the courage to tell him off-”

A hand wrapped tightly around your arm and ripped it away from Midoriya, you winced in pain as it was suddenly ripped in the wrong direction.

“Yo, what the fu-”

“Get your hands off him, freak. He’s my boyfriend, remember?”

Speak of the devil, and he shall appear. You stood, your body silently fuming as his words hit your ears. Your arm slightly aching at the socket, adding fuel to the already blazing fire. Who the fuck does this man think he is? You made a mental note to have Todoroki melt your arm off later.

“You’re one to talk! You’ve been all over that guy the entire time we’ve been here! And Mido’s been telling me this isn’t the first time this has happened. You have no right to come up to me, physically injure me, and tell me that I can’t comfort my hurting friend over some douchebag like you. Frankly, I’m fucking disgusted that you had the balls to pull that shit with me.”

Midoriya stood too, his chair screeching as it was pushed back with force. He planted himself between the two of you, a fiery look in his eye as he jutted his chin out to address his “boyfriend”.

“You can play with my heart all you want. You can keep making me skip my classes. You can keep pressuring me to do stuff I don’t want to. You can keep making me jealous. You can keep flirting with other guys. But you, hurting one of my best friends, crosses the line. You need to go. Don’t bother trying to contact me, as of now, you’re nothing to me.”

Before the weasel can so much as object, Midoriya gathered everything from your abandoned table, took your hand, and rushed out of the coffee shop. 

The two of you walked in silence for a couple of blocks, Midoriya’s hand still gripping yours like his life depended on it. Causing your cheeks to flush and your heart to accelerate even more than it already has.

“M-Midoriya, I think we’re good.. now” 

The boy suddenly stopped, causing you to crash into his back. A small ow sounded from you, your hand rubbing your nose while you silently cursed the literal brick house in front of you. How could a sweet, innocent guy like Midoriya be so fuckin’ stacked?

“Y/N.. thank you for sticking up for me back there.. I know I wouldn’t have had the confidence to tell him off if you weren’t there to do it first.” 

“It was no problem, Mido! What’re friends for?”

“Haha yeah.. Friends..”

Todoroki Shouto:

It was around 3 AM. Honestly, you weren’t really sure what time it was exactly but what you were sure of was the fact that it was way past your bedtime. You wanted nothing more than to collapse onto your bed without a second thought but you couldn’t ignore your growling stomach. So, you were posted in front of the microwave like a soldier guarding a princess, waiting for your good ‘ol cuppa mac n cheese to finish.

You heard the front door to the dorms open and shut, two pairs of wobbly footsteps entering with angry shushes accompanying them. You moved from your position, making your way out of the kitchen and towards the two people trying, and failing, to keep quiet.

“Todoroki? What’re you doing here so late? Shouldn’t you be in-”

The other person shushed you, eyebrows set in a tired frown as they clung to Todoroki desperately. Something was off.

“What the fuck’re you so loud for? Shove off why don’t you? It’s none of your business.” 

You were shocked to the point where you couldn’t get a clever retort in even if you tried. Which pained you. But, you couldn’t leave it at that. You would’ve loved to pretend like you didn’t see them, but you couldn’t ignore Todoroki’s look of displeasure on his usually calm, beautiful face.

“Dude, as much as I would like to ignore you for the rest of my life, I can’t just let you drag around Todoroki like that. Can’t you tell he’s uncomfortable?”

They just rolled their eyes, hands tightening on Todoroki’s shirt possessively. You felt your own hands ball into fists, your patience thinning in the company of the little troll.

“Like I said, it’s none of your business.” Their response rewarded a scoff from you, you refused to let them get away with whatever they were trying to do. It didn’t seem right, not one bit.

“Um. But it is my business. Todoroki’s my friend and I’m not gonna leave you alone until you leave him alone.”

“Ha!” They barked, hand fluttering onto their chest haughtily. “You think he’d rather be with you? What, you confused or something? He’s dating me, smartass. Not you.”

“Actually, I’d much rather be with Y/N right now.. If you don’t mind.” Todoroki’s speech was slightly slurred as he spoke, his eyes barely following your movements as he slumped over.

His date physically recoiled, an incredulous look painting their already angry features as they pushed the drunk boy onto you without any care.

“Fine, like I care. When you come to your fucking senses, I’ll be in my room.”

With a huff, they were gone. You were left with the barely sober man who slowly wrapped his arms around you, using you as his support while the two of you stood without a word.

A million thoughts were racing through your mind as you assessed the situation. Todoroki and his date came super late into the dorms, drunk. His date tried to get him up into one of their respective rooms, together. The thought made your skin crawl, hoping the events that would’ve transpired were more innocent than you thought. 

Todoroki shifted in your arm, his face nuzzling into your neck with his hot breath fanning against your cool skin.

“Um- uhh, Todoroki? Do you want me to take you to your room? You should sleep, it’s super late.”

The boy hummed, his face burrowing deeper into your neck, making a surprised squeal erupt from your lips while goosebumps exploded onto your skin. You felt hot, your whole body burning from the sudden affection.

“No.. I’d rather be right. Here.” The boy said it with such finality you wondered if he’d sobered up right then and there. You wished he did though, he was getting heavier and heavier in your arms. You would be surprised if the two of you didn’t collapse onto the floor.

“Todo, you’re drunk, please lemme take you upstairs.”

He let out a small whine, his hands wrapping around you tighter. He shook his head no while still buried in your neck, tickling you and causing you to giggle. Oh man, he was going to be the death of you. With a defeated sigh, you ran your fingers through his hair to try and appease the drunk brat latched onto you.

“I like you better than them, Y/N. You’re nice to me and don’t make me go out clubbing every night.”

Your heart raced, the hand in his hair stopping its ministrations to process the words that had just came out of your drunk companion. This was a usual thing, wasn’t it? The poor boy must always be tired. Come to think of it, there has been some uncharacteristic dark circles under his eyes lately. You wanted to sleep with him every night to make sure he was getting a good night’s sleep.

“Todo, if you don’t like them, break up with them. It’s that simple.”

He moved his face from it’s spot in your neck and rested his chin on your sternum, mismatched eyes staring into yours earnestly.

“If I do, can I be with you instead?”

Shinsou Hitoshi:

You knew you were being creepy. You could feel it in your bones. The creep factor was up by 50% with the way you were slinking around in the library. You couldn’t help it though, you knew something was up as soon as you saw them walk in.

You watched with narrowed eyes as Shinsou and his girlfriend walked through the library. Shinsou looked as passive as always, but you knew him better than that. You could practically feel the discomfort coming off him in waves. 

You wanted to confront them but something was stopping you. You knew you couldn’t just come up to the two and start accusing his girlfriend of something you don’t know anything about. You didn’t want to make a scene. Yet. So, like the nosy bitch you were, you decided to snoop.

“Hitoshi, just use your quirk, yeah? Do it for me? Please?” The way she pranced around him and hung onto his arm for dear life made you want to gag. But you were more concerned about her trying to coerce Shinsou to use his quirk.

For what? What was she trying to accomplish? Did she want something from someone? Why were they in the library? What was the point of all this?

“You know I’m not comfortable with using my quirk for things like that, so why do you keep asking?”

“Well, you’re my boyfriend, shouldn’t you make an exception for me? It’s not like you’ve denied me before.”

You furrowed your brow. She’s been making him use his quirk without his full consent? Why would he let her do that? You found the whole thing to be completely and utterly. Whack. You really didn’t understand what was happening so you continued your snooping adventure.

“Yeah, well, I just don’t wanna do it anymore. Like, you keep making me use my quirk for villainous shit. You do realize I’m trying to prove to everyone that it could be used for heroing too, right? You’re my girlfriend, shouldn't you understand?”

Hearing him use her own words against her made your chest swell with pride. Fuck yeah, Shinsou baby, tell that bitch what’s up. But then you felt it sink right back down after processing his words. She’s been making him use his quirk, with dubious consent, for villainous activities? That’s more than whack. She’s in a school for heroes for crying out loud, surely she’d know better than that?

“Hitoshi, it’s all just a little bit of fun! We’re not hurting anybody, and nobody knows its us! it’s a win-win if I do say so myself.”

At this point, you couldn’t keep yourself concealed, you had to give her a piece of your mind. You sprang from your hiding spot and rushed towards the two, an accusing finger pointing right at the little gremlin woman who claimed to be Shinou’s lovely girlfriend.

“Listen up ya little wench, I think you’re gross for trying to use my buddy Shinsou for your little games! How could you do that? Shinsou’s such a genuine person trying to be a hero and here you are ruining it for him! You make me sick!”

She all but huffed before stomping away, flipping you off behind her back and motioning between her and Shinsou before making a heart and breaking it. 

“Did she just break up with me?”

His casual nonchalance at the whole fiasco caused a cackle to erupt from your chest, hand slapping at his hard chest as you fought your raucous giggles.

“Good riddance! I couldn’t stand to hear her babble on any longer.” You huffed and crossed your arms, making sure to stick your tongue out at her retreating form.

“So.. you were spying on me.” It wasn’t a question.

“Yeah? And? I could smell her bad intentions from a mile away, you should thank me.”

“How about I thank you over some dinner?”

[uswntimagines]

Fuckboi - Christen Press imagine

Y/N’s POV

I looked at Christen laughing at whatever Kelley just said. Her laugh is a beautiful sound to my ears. Ashlyn slapped the back of my head.

“Hey!” I shouted at her. Ashlyn rolled her eyes at me.

“Stop staring at her. She’s not worth it. She will end up breaking your heart. Trust me.” 

“Her? No way. She’s a sweet person.”

“Well yeah, she’s good at acting. She’s like a softgirl. Pretending she cares about you but she just does it to get in their pants. You’re a new student, you wouldn’t know.”

“She’s not lying,” Tobin said, taking her seat behind me. 

“Maybe I could change that,” I said. Tobin and Ashlyn looked at each other.

-

The bell rang. We all packed our stuff in our backpack and I saw Christen leaving the room, I rushed. 

“Hey, I am Y/N. I am new. Well, I had been here for like a week.” I introduced myself. Christen gave me a sweet smile.

“I am Christen. We hadn’t talked, had we?” I followed her to her class and my class was on the other side of the school.

I scratched the back of my neck, nervously laughed. “Not really but you seem a sweet person and I want to know you more.” 

“Give me your phone.” I gave her my phone and watched her put her number. “There. Send me a message.” 

“I will.” The warning bell went off. “Well see you later?”

“Yeah, see you later.” She smiled and I returned back. 

I arrived at my math class just before the bell rang. 

“Dude, where were you?” Ash asked.

“I was with Christen. We just exchanged numbers.” 

“Well don’t say I didn’t warn ya, bro.” Ash shrugged. 

-

Christen and I had been talking for 2 weeks since we exchanged numbers. Christen invited me to come over at her house to study for an upcoming test for History. 

I rang the doorbell. Christen immediately opened the door and pulled me in. She crushed her lips on my lips. I totally did not expect that at all. I kissed her back then pulled away, remembering our studying session.

“Wait, what about history?”

“Forget it. All I want is you right now. My parents are not home.” Fuck. Is this really happening? It’s happening so fast.

As we were making out, Christen’s hands were roaming over my body then settled on my ass. “My bedroom,” Christen mumbled on my lips. We know what happened next.

-

Christen is ignoring me like she doesn’t know me after the day we hooked up. I tried to text her but I think she blocked me. I tried to speak to her after classes but she kept walking away. Her friend, Kelley gave me a sad smile. 

Fuck. I should listen to Ash. 

At the cafeteria, I played around with my food, staring at Christen who is flirting with some dude. I pushed my lunch away. I wasn’t hungry. Ash walked over and took a seat in front of me. 

“So let me guess. She got in your pants and now she is ignoring your existence. Am I right?” Ash took a bite of her sandwich.

“Can you not?” I snarked. I don’t have time for this. I felt a hand on my back, I looked up at Tobin.

“Don’t worry about. I fell for it too.” Tobin shrugged then sat down next to me.

“I didn’t know that. Why didn’t you tell me? That’d stop me.”

“Well, seems nothing will stop you.” Tobin shrugged again. “She’s a bitch tho. I did think she actually liked me. I am sure you did too. She’s just too damn good at acting like she does.”

“She’s a fuckboy, isn’t she.” I said, they nodded in agreement.

[the--sad--hatter]

Name Changing (3)

FANDOM - MARVEL MCU, X-MEN, DEADPOOL

PAIRING - BUCKY X READER (female reader, no physical descriptions)

WARNINGS - ALL OF THEM, SMUT, VIOLENCE ANGST

DESCRIPTION -  Sequel to Name Calling

After merging with your bloodthirsty alternate personality things start getting a little dicey. You’ve got two decades worth of anger to sort through, a feral mutation to figure out how to live with, a biological father who you hate trying to teach you control and if your wedding planner suggests teal for the bridesmaids again you might just eat her liver.

Luckily you have Bucky Barnes by your side, helping you figure things out. What Bucky doesn’t know is that you have found an outlet for the uncontrollable rage, one that absolutely nobody can know about. If your friends and family knew that you were out slaughtering people in the dead of night while they slept, they might be a little annoyed. Wade Wilson is happy to keep your secret though, so long as you keep bribing him with Mexican food.

For as long as you could remember, all you had wanted was to be good. Now you’re seeing the temptation in the darkness.

Chapter Three - The Firing Line

“Do you want to bite down on this for me?”

You obliged him, biting down on the leather strap.

“Are you sure about this?” Bruce asked, yet again.

He did this every time, checked you weren’t going to change your mind. You wanted the chaotic disease gone, you’d endure whatever you had to. Even this. You nodded confidently to Banner.

“We’re taking tissue samples from the liver today, Dr. McCoy has a theory about the proteins...”

“gerf onwis hit.” You mumbled.

“Alright, making the first incision now.” He said and carefully sliced your abdomen open with the scalpel.

Ever since you merged with Vernichtung you had finally gained full access to your mutant abilities, including your accelerated healing. That allowed Bruce and Hank to have unlimited access to fresh samples. Bruce would word it a bit nicer but essentially he was loping bits off of you to study and experiment on.

You bit down on the leather strap and tried not to scream or be sick. Accelerated healing from the mutation and the super soldier serum meant knocking you out for the procedures was out of the question but at least he hadn’t decided to cut your heart out today. That had been a ridiculously unpleasant experience. Growing a new one had been worse.

The pain was easy to deal with, pain wasn’t a new experience for you, it was the strange tugging sensation that was making you nauseated. You closed your eyes and went to your happy place in your mind to get through it.

“Do you, James Buchanan Barnes take this woman to be your lawfully wedded wife?”

“I do.”

“And do you,...

“I’m finished.” Bruce interrupted your daydream and unstrapped your arms and legs from the table.

Your curiosity got the better of you like it did every time and you peered at the samples he’d taken.

“Wade would lose his mind if he saw this.” You groaned.

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

Steve stood in the middle of the room, the most horrified expression on his face. You looked up at him innocently.

“We didn't have any plates big enough.” You told him.

“So you used my shield?”

“He can’t eat off of the floor Steve!”

“So you used my shield?”

“I’ll clean it afterward, besides it’s basically a big metal bowl.” You said, shrugging.

Steve couldn’t stop watching in horror as Erlo tore at the raw beef you’d served him in the upturned shield.

“Cap I once saw you use that to bash a mans skull in, quit bitching.” Sam told him.

After the initial fear, Sam had decided that a pet lion was pretty cool and while he still wouldn’t get too close he was being supportive of Erlo’s presence.

“Is that good? Do you want some more?” You asked Erlo.

A wave of satisfaction washed over you from him and you patted him on the head before heading over to get your own breakfast off of Sam.

Sam shoved a piled plate of bacon and pancakes (there were at least 15 pancakes) at you and started the inquisition.

“So he understands English, he responds when you talk to him. But he doesn’t talk back?”

“No, he just sort of lets me feel how he feels.” You explained.

“How did that even happen? What did they do to him?” Sam said with a frown as Steve eventually dragged himself away from the horror show and sat next to you, helping you eat the mountain of food mama Sam had given you.

“Friday’s decrypting the files as we speak, hopefully we’ll find out something useful.” You said.

“Alright. Well on to better subjects... As your best man, I have made a decision.” Sam informed you.

You paused with a forkful of bacon halfway to your mouth and looked at him. He was grinning proudly and Steve squeezed your elbow comfortingly.

“I conferred with your maid of honor and she agreed that she would take the day before the wedding to throw you some sort of girly spa day and I get the hen do!” Sam announced happily.

“Don’t say it.” You warned.

“He’s going to say it.” Steve sighed.

“VEGAS BABY!”

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“Miss Stark? The quarterly reports for you.”

“Thanks, put them in that little box over there.” You said dismissively.

“Miss? That’s the paper shredder.”

“Yup.”

The assistant looked utterly perplexed and torn. You took pity on him.

“Alternatively leave them on the desk and go get yourself a coffee, if anyone asks tell them it’s for me.” You told him.

He looked instantly relieved.

“Thanks Miss Stark!” He gushed, dropping the papers on your desk and rushing out before you could change your mind.

You sighed and text Peter.

You: Quarterly reports are a finance thing right?

You: Actually I don’t care, look over them for me?

You: Or alternatively lets blow this popsicle stand and go get a milkshake?

NOT Spiderman: I’m at school???

You: Ok.

You: I’ll pick you up.

NOT Spiderman: NO! I’ll come get a milkshake with you after school. Scan the reports and have Friday check them.

You: I’d be lost without you. You get an extra large milkshake.

NOT Spiderman: Ned’s making me ask if you’ll go to prom with him.

You: Sorry, bad signal. Can’t hear you.

You took Peters advice and scanned the reports.

“Friday, look these over for me?”

“Sure thing, and what exactly am I looking for?” She responded.

You narrowed your eyes at the ceiling.

“I don’t know.” You growled unhappily.

“I’ll check over and discrepancies with past reports and compare them to track the company’s growth and draw up a projection for future reports.” She told you with what you were 100% sure was a sigh.

“Have I told you lately I love you?” You asked.

“Not nearly as often as I deserve.” She deadpanned.

“Set up a daily reminder for me to tell you. Is Erlo doing ok?”

“He is currently in your bedroom eating Sargent Barnes’s shoes.”

“Aww, that’s my passive aggressive boy.” You cooed.

“Your father is asking if you would like to go get pizza for lunch with him.” She passed along.

You looked around at the pile of paperwork you had to get through.

“Absolutely.”  

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“So how’s work?” Tony asked as you bit into your third pizza.

“I’m learning a lot, like for example did you know that flying a quinjet to Chicago to get pizza is increasing our carbon footprint?” You said.

Tony snapped his fingers at you like you’d just come up with a genius idea.

“You are absolutely right, we should invent a cleaner way to power the quinjets.”

“Not what I meant but ok.” You said, laughing at him.

“That’s exactly what you meant. If someone thinks you said something smart, never correct them.” He told you seriously.

“Can I ask you something?” You prodded.

“You just did.”

“Alright, enough with the dad jokes.” You said, chucking a scrunched up napkin at him which he batted away.

“Alright, ask away.” He said.

“Are you trying to groom me to take over the company?”

You’d overheard some people gossiping about it in the office earlier that day and it was weighing on your mind.

“Would it be a bad thing is I was?” He asked.

“I don’t know that I’m a businesswoman, dad. Even if I wanted it, I don’t think I’d be any good at it.” You admitted.

“I’m not trying to get you to take over, no. If I thought you wanted that, that it would make you happy then I would but I can tell it’s not your calling. But you need something. All you do is save people. You don’t even have any hobbies really.”

“That’s not true.” You insisted.

“Your fiancée is a fellow Avenger, your friends are all hero’s or vigilante’s or connected to that life in some way. You need a life Kit Kat, you need something else. You can’t let being an Avenger consume you.” He told you.

You tried to think of something in your life that didn’t come back to the Avengers but you couldn’t. Even your secret hobby of killing people with Wade was about killing bad guys, with a vigilante.

“I don’t know if I can ever do something normal.” You said sadly.

“You can’t. Nothing you do could ever be anything less than extraordinary. But it has to be yours, and just yours. Go traveling, take up painting, go to college, open a book shop. Whatever you want sweetheart, but try and find something. Please?”

“Wait... Is this your way of firing me?”

“I love you but you are literally the worst intern we have ever had. Yes, you’re fired.”

You made a strangled noise of offense.

“Well since I am jobless, I guess lunch is on you.” You said, sulking.

“Leech.”  Tony rolled his eyes at you.

“Hurry up, I have to pick Peter up from school.” You told, getting up and rubbing your full stomach.

“Bossy leech.”

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“How did your history paper go?” You asked Peter as he slid into the passenger seat.

“I got an A! Thanks for getting Mr Bucky to help me out.” He said, showing you the paper with the big red A on it proudly.

“He just talked your ear off for a few hours, you actually made it into a coherent paper. You earned that A.” You told him seriously.

He looked embarrassed but proud as you pulled out of the school parking lot.

“So I got fired.” You told him casually.

“What? They can’t do that, you’re a Stark. Did you tell your dad? Do you want me to tell him?” Peter asked in a rash, incensed that someone would dare fire you.

“He knows, he was the one who did it. Took me out for a nice lunch, like a last meal.” You sniggered.

Peter looked outraged on your behalf.

“It’s alright Spiderboy, I didn’t fit in there and he knew it. He wants me to go and figure out what I want to do with my life.” You said, sighing.

“Oh. Well, what do you want to do with your life?” Peter asked.

“I’m not sure. I sort of accidentally stumbled into having one at all and I’m not sure what I want to do except save people.”  

“There are other ways to save people that don’t involve punching Nazi’s. There are nurses, firefighters, police officers, caretakers, therapists. Even people like musicians or authors can help people. If you wanna help others you can find ways to do it.” Peter told you.

“Huh.” You hadn’t thought of it like that.

“Just figure out what you’re good at, what you can do well and enjoy.” He said wisely.

You smiled gratefully at him for his advice. He had given you a lot to think about and you mulled it over as you pulled up and parked outside the diner and got out of the car.

“Come on oh wise one, I’ll even get you some fries with your milkshake.” You said, ruffling his hair as he joined you on the sidewalk.

He playfully shoved you and you stumbled and glared at him. He choked back a snort of laughter at your expression.

“Oh you better run.” You snarled.

He took your advice and bolted, laughing loudly as he sprinted down the sidewalk. You grinned and gave him a head start before stalking after your prey.

How hard could it be to catch a spider?

You were too low down on the street to catch sight of the man stood on the roof upwind, watching you with narrowed eyes. He was always careful to make sure you never noticed him, you would never see him coming until he decided it was time and by then it would be far too late. He would stick to the shadows until it was time to rip your life apart.

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Weirdish question, remember when Baby Stark was interviewed for a magazine last chapter? What questions would you like to ask her? She might just answer and you could get a mention in the chapter. 

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[somekindofroger]

One Year of Love (Chapter 13)

       Roger Taylor x Reader

previous chapters: ONE, TWO, THREE, FOUR, FIVE, SIX, SEVEN, EIGHT, NINE, TEN, ELEVEN, TWELVE

Summary: FINALLY you and Roger started your relationship after lots of arguments and each one of you trying to not admit the feelings for each other. Well, this chapter is mostly how your relationship is going.

    A/N: WE ARE HEADING NEAR THE END MY LOVES (tbh idk how many chapters left, but heh, I feel like it’s almost done). Just to not be a rushed story, I tried to show a bit of their relationship, it wasn’t easy to be honest, I’m afraid it was a bit boring, ugh, I hope y’all like like it. Don’t forget the feedback, p l e a s e

> Grammar errors and typos as usual. If you want to know when the next chapters come out, send me an ask for a note so I can add you on the taglist. xx Words: 2k.  “Roger, I can’t concentrate if you keep trying to make everything in this living room a drum.”

           “But-”

           “If you want to make noise, why don’t you go home?”

           “But-”

           “I need to study or I can’t go to the gig tonight.”

           “Ok.”

           “Thank you.” He stayed quiet for a minute then he started to hum one of Queen’s songs.

           “Roger!” you complained again.

           “Alright! Sorry.” He apologized in what seemed to be the hundredth time in that day.

           “Don’t you want to go out to grab us some lunch?” you asked trying to make him leave the apartment somehow.

           “I thought we were going to have pasta-” he started when he saw your face. “Ok, I’ll be right back.”

           “Don’t worry.”

           “Day one and she already can’t stand me.” He said while grabbing a jacket, you couldn’t avoid but laugh a bit, he kissed your forehead before leaving the apartment, you could finally concentrate a bit.

             Roger had just left your building and it was going to cross the street when he saw a familiar face approaching.

           “Roger? Roger Taylor?” the man stopped him. Roger tried to remember where he was familiar from until he said so. “I’m looking for (Y/N), is she home? We were supposed to meet last night but she never showed up.”

           ‘Shit’, Roger thought.

           “Oh, Michael, isn’t it?”

           “Matthew.” He corrected. “Is she home?”

           “Mmh, she’s busy, mate. Don’t worry though, she will let you know what happened.” And Roger walked away, Matt touched his shoulder, trying to make him stop, but Roger pulled his own shoulder away so Matt couldn’t touch it. He turned around to see what that guy still wanted.

           “Are you two together or something?” Matt angrily asked. Roger was done with that guy.

           “Yeah, she’s my girl, you should back off.”

           “Why that bitch still went out with me if she’s dating you?”

           “Ok first, don’t you dare to offend her and second, that’s not of your concern but we only made things official last night.”

           “Oh, so it was very easy to keep me up waiting like a moron.”

           “You are a moron.” And Matt tried to punch Roger’s face but Roger dodged       it and punched his face, his nose started to bleed. “Don’t show around her again.” He said and left at once.

             One hour later Roger went back to your apartment.

           “Finally!” you exclaimed watching him arriving.

           “I went out for a walk too, so maybe you would have more time to concentrate.”

           “Did you bring my food?”

           “You mean our food?”

           “Yeah…” you said ironically. He gave you a box of Chinese food, he had learnt already that it was one of your favorites. “Oh my god, I love you.” You let it out and Roger widened his eyes.

           “The food.” You immediately corrected. “I meant the food.”

           There was a tension in the air for a moment and Roger didn’t know what to answer.

           “I met Max”

           “Max?” you asked confused while eating the food already.

           “Yeah, that guy you were dating.”

           “You mean Matt?”

           “Yes, that one. I punched him.” You almost choked with the food.

           “You what?” you almost yelled.

           “I mean, he tried to punch me first” Roger said as a defense. “He was coming to see you and he confronted me, I said we are now dating and he called you a bitch and well, we got there.”

           “I don’t know if I should be mad or flattered.”

        ��  “You should clean yourself” he answered handing over a napkin to you, because you got your cheek dirty. The tension was no longer there.

             “I see two love birds” it was the first thing an excited Freddie said when saw the two of you arriving together.

           “Freddie Mercury, that’s (Y/N), my girlfriend.” Roger said.

           “Finally!” Brian said showing up behind Freddie. You just laughed.

           “Where’s Deaky?” you wanted to know.

           “Probably around that girl again, what’s her name?”

           “Veronica, I think. She seems nice.”

           “I feel like we will have to help him just like we did to our mate Rog over here.”

           And the conversation kept going for a while, until Freddie left to pay attention to other people. Roger was next to you most of the time, making you company and not leaving you alone. For a moment he left you to go grab some drinks, it was when Deaky showed up.

           “(Y/N)!” he excited exclaimed when saw you. “How are you?” he sat near you.

           “Hello, Mr. Deacon. I’m great, how’s your girl?”

           “Pf, can’t believe the guys already said about her.”

           “Well, I have heard about her before, but just saying I want to know her. She needs my approval.” You winked.

           “Of course” he smiled back “but not today, I want you two meet out of a party like this.”

           “If you insist.”

           “And how are the things going with Roger? He’s all smiley and so are you.”

           “Apparently we are dating now.” You shrugged hiding a smile.

           “Hey, that’s great, honey! Is that what you wanted, isn’t it?”

           “I guess, I like him but… I know it won’t last.” Deaky took a deep breath before answering you.

           “(Y/N), don’t think if it will last or not, just enjoy the now, alright?” he winked, smiling, right at this moment Roger was back, carrying the drinks. The three of you kept talking until left again to find his girl.

 Three months went on very well in the relationship of you and Roger, until the first bad arguing. Roger went out with the guys and got drunk, he didn’t let you know where he was going, he just called you in the middle of the night asking if you were awake so he could go to your place and the two of you could shag; you had to go pick him up. You didn’t like that he didn’t tell you that he was going out, you didn’t mind of him going out without you, you had learnt to trust him, although he didn’t let you know about this time.

           It was almost 2am when you arrived at the club to go pick him, your clothes were very normal compared to the others that people were wearing there, so you called out attention, people were opening room for you to pass. You found Roger sitting on a table, drunk, playing cards with other people, a girl in his arm.

           “(Y/N)!” he happily yelled when he saw you, standing up, completely ignoring the girl next to him. He hugged you and you tried to avoid him touching you. “Hey everyone, that’s my girl!” he let them all know. “Hey babe, what are you doing here?”

           “Roger, you’re shitfaced.” You affirmed as he didn’t know that. He laughed, that only made you angrier. “Let’s go home.”

           “Are you angry?” he asked trying to sound worried but he was trying to not laugh.

           “No, just disappointed that you didn’t tell me you were going out, you know I don’t mind, why wouldn’t you tell me?”

           “Hey, Roger, it’s your turn” some guy from the table yelled at him. Roger ignored him, he couldn’t think straight. You just put your arm around him and walked with him until outside, you looked for his car and caught his car keys in his pocket. You made him sit on the passenger seat, you were going to drive.

           During your way home, he was making jokes and disturbing you while you were driving, almost making you crash the car once. You parked the car in front of your building, you were too pissed to help Roger out of the car, well it was his own car, he could sleep there if he wanted to. You went back to your apartment and not much longer he knocked the door, you let him in. You remained in silence the whole time, you went to the bedroom and he went to the kitchen to get something to eat, and drink water.

           You were lying on bed, he jumped on the bed, making it creak.

           “(Y/N)…” he called you, hugging you.

           “What?” you answered roughly. He kissed your neck, his hand going further to grab your breast. You stood up, getting rid of him.

           “Not in the mood?” he asked, sitting on bed. “Come on, come back to bed, I promise I will make it good for you.” You knew it wouldn’t do anything if you yelled at him at this moment, he wasn’t himself, so it would worth nothing.

           “You’re going to sleep on the couch.” You said, and pushed him making him fell from the bed. He was so drunk that he laid on the floor and didn’t even move, he slept there the whole night.

           You had classes the next day so you completely ignored the sleeping Roger on your bedroom’s floor. When you arrived home at the afternoon he was still there, with an ‘I just woke up face’.

           “Hey love” he smiled at you when you arrived home, he was sitting on the couch and had a book in his hands. “I went home for a while, I just got back actually.” You just ignored him, heading to the kitchen to drink water. He followed you.

           “(Y/N), is everything ok?” you stared at him.

           “Roger, why didn’t you tell me that you were going out last night?”

           “You had classes, love. You couldn’t go.”

           “Couldn’t you have at least let me know? You called me in the middle of the night being drunk as asking for sex. I went to pick you up, you were a mess.”

           “Well, at least I didn’t have sex with anyone else.” That was his defense, you hate it; couldn’t he at least apologize for not letting you know? Or were you overreacting?

           “That is your answer?” you tried to keep it cool.

           “What you want me to say?”

           “Anything but ‘at least I didn’t have sex with anyone else” you mimicked him.

           “But that’s true!”

           “That’s not the point, Roger. I know that’s quite a big deal for you since you can’t keep your cock in your pants for more than a few days, but what I’m trying to say is that you didn’t let me know.”

           “Aren’t you overreacting a bit?” maybe you were but that made you even angrier.

           “That’s it, get out.” You said while kicking him out of your apartment.

           “Fine!” he said getting his coat and heading to the door.

           “Fine.” You shouted back, he had left, slamming the door.

             You didn’t talk for two days until he showed up to pick you up at school. You ignored him, but when he first saw you all he did were to apologize to you. He said sorry and kept calling himself ugly names. You agreed with them all. You two were in good terms again and things kept good for one more month, it was when your summer vacations started. Your time to study in London was done – you would have just three months left in the city, during vacations. Or you would go back to Bradford. Queen was going on tour soon again. The new relationship that had between you and Roger wasn’t strong enough to face the distance, especially with Queen on tour. Both of you liked each other very much, but weren’t in love. Maybe the time that Deaky said to enjoy was about to be over.

chapter fourteen

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[whereiputtheotherstuff]

Requested by Anon: I hate to be a bother but may I request a Connor x reader where you're Connors friend/crush and he finds out the readers alcohol abuse. I'm sorry if it's too touchy.

(Gif not mine but writing is)

Rushing Home

The start of another week at school. The weekend had been hard so you were glad for the break. You could escape into the sea of fellow students who were busy with whatever they needed to do. Invisible to everyone apart from those who mattered.

You rummaged through your locker to find the books that you needed for your class. Suddenly you felt somebody tap your shoulder, making you turn around quickly to see who it was. It was a tall thin boy who wore a black hoodie, skinny jeans and boots. His long brown hair was tied loosely into a bun, he must have been annoyed with it this morning as it was usually down. Connor Murphy, your best friend since, well it felt like for forever.

"Hey Connor." you said as the corners of your lips curled up into a smile that didn't quite reach your eyes. "(Y/N) I really missed you." he said as he opened his arms and gave you a quick hug. He normally wasn't so touchy feely in public but you knew that he had to spend the entire weekend bonding with his family. Guess you weren't the only one to have a bad weekend. He looked at you for a moment, studying your face. That beautiful face of yours. Something was off but he wasn't sure what. Should he let it go or not?

"Are you ok?" he asked cooly as if he was just dropping it into normal conversation. "Just my parents at the weekend... They were... Very trying." you replied with a sigh. You left it at that as you did not want to go into more detail in the middle of the school hallway. Connor gave an understanding nod. Right, you thought to yourself, try to stay positive. "I better run to class. Have a great morning Connor and I'll see you later." you smile, waving at him whilst you walk down the corridor.

Sitting down at your desk, out of the corner of your eye you notice someone standing over you. "(Y/N) how's it hanging? Have a fun weekend?" said the annoying voice of Jared. You knew that in his mind he thought that he meant well but you really couldn't deal with his sarcastic jokes today. You looked up at him, staring into his eyes. "No. Not I did not." you reply in a serious tone which told him to back off as you weren't in the mood. He turned around and hurriedly sat down at his desk. The lesson was a long one. It gave you a lot of interesting facts but the teacher could have spent less time talking about them and more on practical investigation. Looking around the room, you notice a couple of girls stare at you and talk to each other, with their hands covering their mouths. You sighed as you heard them mention your name, perhaps looking out of the window was a better idea. As you stared at the field, there was an annoying yet all too familiar dryness in your throat that you were trying your best to fight the urge to quench.

The morning lessons had really dragged but you were glad that they were finally over. Looking around the hallway, you spot the familiar friendly face of Evan. You and Evan had been friends for years, there was a shy innocence to him that always made you smile. "Hi Evan, how is your day going?" you ask as you walk up to him. "(Y/N). It has been going g-good though I have already been given so m-much homework this morning." he chuckled. "I'm just going to sort out my books but I'll see you in the cafeteria." you say smiling at him.

Walking down the corridor someone pushes into your shoulder hard as they travel in the opposite direction. You thought it happened by accident until you heard them speak. "Watch it freak." said a deep but juvenile voice. You ignore them and carry on walking, they were really not worth your energy. "Freak!" yelled the boy again as you could hear his approaching footsteps. Quickly somebody walked in front of you holding his arms out in front, so your back was pushed up against the lockers. He was a big guy who you vaguely recognised as someone who played on a school sports team. Trailing behind him were a couple of the girls who had been not so secretly talking about you in class. "Hey I'm talking to you." he said angrily, spitting the words at you. You did not know what his problem was but the two girls snickering behind him had probably put him up to this. Looking at his face, he was expecting an answer. "Oh, I'm just stunned at your lame name calling." you say with as much sarcasm as you could muster. His face formed into a frown and anger began to burn in his eyes.

Raising his hand and placing it on your face, his thumb on one of your cheeks, two of his fingers on the other, grabbing your jaw. The pressure hurt your face. "You little bitch." he growled. "Piss off." you managed to say through gritted teeth as you pushed his hand off of your face. He was really starting to get on your nerves. There was a familiar nagging thought in the back of your mind but you tried your best to suppress it. "I have an idea. Maybe save up your money so you can move out of that hovel that you call a home and buy yourself some proper parents whilst you’re at it." he laughed mockingly and the girls joined in. That was it, they could make fun of you but bringing the touchy subject of your parents into conversation sent you over the edge. Your hands clenched into fists. "I said piss off!" you yelled as you pushed past the boy. Before you knew it you walked down the hallway and out of the door. You just had to get out of there immediately. You waited until you had left through the exit door before you finally let the tears that had formed in you eyes, roll down your cheeks. You couldn't help it, you were weak. After trying to be strong all day you finally gave into the urge. You needed to get home away from prying eyes. You had promised yourself that at the weekend was going to be the last time but you knew deep down that would never be true.

Little did you notice with all of the drama, that Evan was still in the hallway, hiding behind his locker door. Now with his eyes wide with panic he scrambled his way towards the cafeteria in a desperate search for help. As he sprinted towards the tables, he bumped into the familiar tall frame of Connor who nearly spilt his drink. "C-c-c-con." Evan stuttered. Seeing Evan's current state, a look of worry formed on Connor's face. He knew that Evan was an anxious guy but he had never seen him like this. Calmly he placed a hand on Evan's shoulder. "Calm down and speak slowly. What happened?" Connor asked with a comforting smile. "I-it's (Y/N). Jake was picking on her. C-called her a f-freak. Said that she should move o-out of her home which he called a hovel and buy herself s-some n-new parents. Now she's walked out of school." Evan quickly spluttered out. Connor’s face fell as his breathing started to quicken. He was angry that you were picked on but worried that you were out there somewhere upset and alone. "Shit" Connor said with dispair in his voice. "Evan, tell everyone that I threw up during lunch hour and had to rush home." he said before running out of the Cafeteria and then the school. He had to go right away. Connor knew that you usually wanted to be alone when stuff got too much for you but this time it was different. This time you didn't tell Connor that you had left school.

Standing in the school parking lot, Connor frantically dug around in his bag for his phone. He dialled your number just to find out where you were. Needing to know that you were safe at the very least. Holding the phone to his ear he impatiently waited for you to pick up. There was no reply, perhaps the connection wasn't very good? He dialled a second time and there was still no answer. His heart began to beat faster as worry started to set in. Third times a charm he thought to himself. Relief washed over him as you answered, however all that could be heard was loud breathing on the other end before you hung up. This certainly did not put his mind at ease. Thinking on his feet, Connor decided that if you did not want to talk perhaps texting would be the way forward.

Connor: '(Y/N) are you ok?' You: 'yE im dine' Connor: 'Where are you?' You: 'Home hut dont cOm over'

Connor became very suspicious he knew that you were a person who checked your text messages atleast twice before sending. Something must be wrong as your messages were filled with errors. Even though you said not for him to come over, Connor couldn't risk it. He got into his car and turned the key as the engine roared into life. The truth was that despite being your best friend, Connor had never actually been round your house. You always arranged to meet up with him at his or outside somewhere. He knew where you lived but he had never been there. Though he did think it a little strange that you always avoided him visiting your home but he respected your decision.

Pulling up outside, he looked at your home. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary. Perhaps it was a little smaller than expected but every home looked small compared to the Murphy's. As Connor got out of his car and walked up the path, he noticed that it looked like your parents were out. Oddly the front door was unlocked as it swung open when he gently pushed it. Was it so it was ready for your parents return? Or had you forgotten to lock it? What was also strange was that every door inside the house was shut. As if you were trying to keep something out or to keep you in. Connor's palms were getting sweaty with nerves as he was unsure where to start searching. The house was silent and had an unnerving atmosphere. The quiet was interrupted by the sound of movement upstairs.

Somehow Connor gathered all of the bravery he had as he started to quietly climb the stairs. The only thoughts replaying in his mind were, I hope (Y/N) is safe and I need to help her. Looking at the doors on the landing it was easy to tell which room belonged to you. It was the one which had old stickers of butterflies on, whose edges were starting to curl up and peel off. Connor took a deep breath to steady his nerves as he was unsure what he was going to face on the other side of the door. He wanted to be the calming and supportive best friend that he always had been to you. Slowly he opened your door.

He was instantly hit with the almost eye-wateringly strong smell of alcohol. Far more pungent than any brewery that he had visited on a lame family trip. Your bedroom was small, a single bed on one side and a desk on the other. Your walls were a pale blue and dotted with a few photographs of you and Connor and even less of you and Evan. That was when Connor's eyes fell upon you. You were sat trembling on the floor, with your back leaning against your bed, knees brought up to your chest and your face resting down upon them. Quietly sobbing. The floor was littered with various bottles and cans. Wine, beer, spirits, it didn't matter, it all went down. This was your way of coping when things got too much. You drank until you forgot the day's events. Connor stood there wide eyed in shock for a few seconds as his mind attempted to process what he was seeing. Despite being your best friend, he had no idea that this was your way of coping. You always seemed so strong and energised. It broke his heart to see you like this.

"Hey" Connor said in a voice that was barely louder than a whisper as he crept over towards you. Trying his best not to startle you. You buried your face deeper behind your knees, trying to make yourself as small as possible. In an attempt to disappear completely. You did not want him to see you in your current state, a complete mess. At this moment in time you hated yourself for giving in to the urge to drink so soon after the last time and you did not want Connor to hate you for it too.

He slowly sat down on the floor next to you and gently placed an arm around you in comfort. "No!" you cried as you pushed your shaking hands into his chest, making him lean back slightly. You didn't mean it and Connor knew that it was just because you were distressed. "Shh. It's ok, I'm here now." he said soothingly as he started to stroke your hair with the hand that was over your shoulder. Connor wanted to reassure you and was prepared to give you all the time you needed. Addiction and substance abuse was something he knew all too well. Sometimes being alone with your thoughts could be the worst thing to do.

After sitting like that for a while, you slowly lifted your head so you could look at Connor. His eyes looked a little red and watery, which he quickly wiped with the sleeve of his hoodie as he noticed your movements. "Hi Cookie." he said as his lips curled into a smile which you weren't sure if it was a bit forced because of the current situation. You smiled back as the silly nickname he gave you years ago. Which he would now usually only use it when he tried to cheer you up. He looked at your face. You felt like shit and you knew that you looked it. Your face was red because of the amount of alcohol you had drank and also because you had been crying. Your cheeks were stained with now dry tears. "I'm sorry I-" you start to say in a voice raspy with exhaustion before Connor cut you off. "There is no need to apologise. I just wish that I could have gotten here sooner." he said in a caring tone. You rested your face on his chest as the sound of his even breathing began to steady your own. "I know it is hard but... Just give me the heads up next time before you start... You know. I am always here if you need me." Connor said and you knew that he genuinely meant it. You nodded in response.

"Thank you" you said quietly as you wrapped your arms around his waist. He responded by hugging you tighter. You both sat there quietly. Connor's actions reassuring you that you were worth more than you thought. After a moment had passed Connor broke the silence. "Why don't I make you a nice cup of coffee?" Confused when you didn't reply he looked down to see your eyes shut. Your chest gently rising and falling as you slept. He chuckled at the sight. You were finally safe. Connor hugged onto you a little tighter before his own eyelids slowly began to shut.

[savoryspidey]

Who Knew? (Part 4)

Imagine: You never thought in a million years you would ever fall for someone like Peter Parker.

Words: 1,569

Warnings: Language

A/N: Fourth part to ‘Who Knew?’ series! I don’t know how long this series is going to be, tbh... Hope you all enjoy!

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8

You walk into school on Monday morning with eagerness to tell your friends about your encounter with the Spider-Man. Ned and Peter are standing beside his locker, Peter retrieving some books for his first class.

Your heart warms at the sight of Peter. He’s wearing a blue sweater over red flannel with khakis and Nike shoes. His hair is styled perfectly, the brown curls shaping his face in the best way possible. He looks so damn fine in just about anything... 

“Hey guys!” You say waving, making your way to Peter’s locker. Peter quickly shushes Ned. Peter’s face lights up when he sees you. You lean towards his face, planting a quick peck on his lips for greeting. He hasn’t asked you to be his official girlfriend yet, but you feel like its appropriate. 

“H-hey, Y/N.” Peter says. Your heart flutters anytime he says your name. “You guys! The craziest thing happened to me over the weekend!” You exclaim. “Oh? What happened, Y/N?” Ned asks, suspiciously smiling. “Well-” You begin, but then get quickly cut off by the warning bell.

“Ugh! Alright I’ll tell you guys at lunch! It’s good.” You say. “I bet...” Ned says chuckling. Peter gives Ned a glare and you part to class. You get to chemistry and feel Flash and your friends’ get quiet. Oh hell, who cares at this point? 

You take a seat next to Peter, checking how much time is left until class starts. Three minutes. “So how was the Stark Internship this weekend, Peter?” You ask facing him, palm under you chin, listening to whatever interesting thing he’s about to tell you. “O-oh, y-yeah, it was good. Lots of stuff to-” You cut Peter off.

You notice he has a bruise on his temple. “Wait, Peter, what is this?” You ask, raising your hand to the injury, concerned. “I- uh...” He says nervously. He winces when you touch the bruise. “I’m sorry. Peter, what happened?” You ask now more serious. 

“I- um, I slipped in the shower.” He says looking away from you. “Really, Peter?” You ask not convinced. “Y-yeah, Y/N, don’t worry about it, really.” You decide to let is slide. You give him a worried look but he just smiles at you. 

You see Mia give you a concerned, but judgmental glance towards you and Peter. Before you can question anything, the bell rings and your teacher begins class.

You’re the first one to your lunch table. You anxiously await Peter and Ned to tell them about your superhero encounter. They enter the cafeteria whispering to each other and they both make eye contact towards you. You smile and wave, gesturing them to hurry.

They both sit down, next to each other, directly across from you. “Okay guys, you’ll never guess what happened to me this weekend!” You declare. Peter looks at you, nervously. Ned looks at you, incredibly intrigued. 

“Now just listen... I met Spider-Man.” You say lowering your voice. “Whaaat? Y/N, that’s- that’s crazy!” Peter says, voice cracking. Huh, that voice crack sounds familiar. “Yeah! And he needed my help, so I helped patch him up! I have a feeling he’s our age...” You say lowering your voice even more. 

“I-I-I don’t know about that, Y/N... He’s like old and stuff?” Peter says raising his voice three octaves higher. “How would you know, Peter? Have YOU met Spider-Man?” You say exaggerated. “N-no... but I’ve heard...” Peter says running his hands through his hair. 

“I don’t know, Peter, sounds like Y/N is onto something!” Ned says tilting his head. “YES! Thank you, Ned! I have a feeling about this guy...” You say spacing out. You suddenly remember the end of your encounter with the web-slinger. Should you say something about the intimate encounter? 

“Anything else happen?” Ned asks, very curiously. “U-uh yeah... He said I was breathtaking? And he gave me a kiss on the cheek?” You said a blush starting to form. Peter’s head shot up, surprised you revealed the event. “I think he was just trying to say thank you for helping him out.” You say rubbing the back of your neck.

It’s not like Peter has a right to be mad. You haven’t made anything official yet. You expect to find a hint of jealousy from Peter but instead find him looking down, red faced. Ned is smiling so big and he looks at Peter questioningly. He lightly nudges Peter on his side, and he yelps in pain.

He didn’t even hit him that hard... Why did he squeal like that? “I- I gotta study for a Spanish quiz next class... I’ll see you guys later.” Peter says getting up and rushing off. “What’s up with him? Is it because Spider-Man kissed me on my cheek?” You ask Ned nervously. 

“No, he just has a lot on his plate, the Stark Internship and all.” Ned says casually taking a bite of his sandwich. You take a sip of your water, wondering what has gotten into Peter. 

Mia taps your shoulder, surprising you. “Hey, Y/N, can I talk to you for a second?” Mia asks. “Um, yeah sure.” You say getting up. You guys walk out of the loud cafeteria to talk. You follow her into the library and away from the librarian so you both don’t get yelled at for talking.

You hide behind a bookshelf and let out a sigh. “So, what’s up?” You ask crossing your arms. “Y/N...” Mia says giving you an obviously annoyed tone. “Peter...” She says. “What about Peter?” You say angrily. “You and him... People are talking... This isn’t good for your reputation.” She says shaking her head. 

“How the hell do you know what’s good for me?” You say raising your voice. The audacity... “Y/N! I am your friend! I only want what’s best for you! And you, you’re hanging out with those losers is seriously damaging your image!” Mia says defensively. 

“How dare you...” You say, quietly enraged. “Those guys are my friends! I really like Peter! He makes me feel wanted and special and pretty! I’ve been friends with them for only 2 weeks and they’ve been more friends to me than you guys have ever been!” You say now yelling. “Peter makes me so happy. He’s kind, selfless, respectful, and generous! Which is more than I can say about you people...”

“Shh! Y/N, I only want what’s best for you!” Mia says trying to calm you down. “If you were really my friend, you’d be happy for me. Ned and Peter are good people. They deserve the absolute best... And for you to worry about image... And what other people think? You should be ashamed.” You say flatly.

With that you leave, stomping out, fuming with complete outrage. What you didn’t know was that Peter was in the aisle next to you, having heard the entire conversation.

You were quiet the rest of the day. Who does she think she is? Telling you who you can and cannot hang out with? You walk home with Peter, since your about ten minutes away from each other. “Y-Y/N? Peter asks. You’ve been quiet and he has noticed.

“Yeah? Sorry, Peter, it’s just, people make me so infuriated!” You say gripping the straps of your backpack. “Oh, I’m sorry, Y/N.” Peter says genuinely. “You wanna talk about it?” Peter asks grabbing your hand. “Oh, no, it’s nothing worth repeating, trust me.” You say remembering the awful things Mia said. Little do you know, he knows everything that happened. 

He grows more affectionate towards you everyday. The fact that you stood up for him and Ned, knowing your reputation was at risk, he now finds himself falling hard for you.

He sees the growing frustration in your face and in your deep sighs of contemplation. He removes his hand from yours and wraps his arm around your shoulder. You rest your head on his shoulder and wrap your arm around his waist while you walk. 

“I’m sorry you’re going through this. Mia isn’t being a good friend to you.” Peter says. You immediately shoot your head up to look at him, stopping in your tracks. “I-I mean... uh...” Peter stutters. “How do you know what happened? It was just us in the library?” You say seriously confused. 

Peter sighs. “I didn’t mean to eavesdrop, really. It’s just, I needed a place to think so I went to the library and I heard the whole thing...” Peter says looking down in embarrassment. You instantly feel bad Peter had to listen to the awful things Mia said about him and Ned.

“It’s alright, Peter, it’s not your fault.” You say pulling him into a hug. “Mia’s a bitch, she doesn’t know what she’s talking about. I don’t care what people are saying, or what they’re going to say. I only care about what you think of me.” 

Peter sighs happily at your words. He pulls away, looking at you, admiring every part of you. The way your eyes shimmer when you look at him, the way you smile when you’re talking about something that means a lot to you, the cute blush that comes on your face every time you kiss.

He leans down and kisses you softly. You break away, looking at each others eyes, leaning your forehead against his. Finally, Peter asks, “Will you be mine?”

MASTERLIST

[themadlostgirl]

Not Dead Yet (Part 38)

*So good to be back home in my own bed and no need to share a bathroom with four other people. Not to mention wi-fi that doesn’t suck!*

Pairing: Reader x Peter Pan

Warnings: language

“Where are you going?” Peter called from the bed. “Come back.”

“You are insatiable.” I continued to get dressed despite his protests, “We have been down here for hours and I’m hungry.” I pulled the rope ladder down. “Are you coming or not?”

“I could be–” he smirked.

“Shut up!” he laughed at my reddening face, “You are such an ass.”

“And?”

“I’m leaving.”

“You’re no fun.”

“Baiting me will not work.” I started climbing back up to the surface, “I’ll see you back at camp.”

“See you.”

I walked back to camp with a smile on my face. The boys were getting along, the cry babies were gone, and last night with Peter was just splendid. Nothing can take me down today!

A large shadow passed over my head and a large white bird landed on my shoulder making me stumble. “Candace? I keep forgetting I was missing for weeks. Look how big you’ve gotten, did you miss me?”

She squawked contently and nestled her beak against my cheek. “I see she found you.” Devin was the first to see me when I walked into camp.

“Yeah, how was she?” I asked picking up an apple from the pile.

“Fine.”

Rufio saw me and bound up with a smile. “Hey Y/N! Did you see the sky last night?”

“I saw the clouds.” I shrugged, “Did it clear up?”

“There was an entire storm of shooting stars last night. How’d you not notice?”

“She was probably seeing other stars…” Devin mumbled under his breath.

“Devin, I will decapitate you.” I seethed through clenched teeth.

He smirked at me and walked away with my apple. He’s getting too cocky, I’m gonna have to fix that. I felt my ears burn the more the boys talked about the shooting stars last night. Peter’s emotions being tied to the island is such an embarrassing inconvenience. Still it was a little nice to think that I could affect him like that but if the boys figured out what it meant then I wouldn’t be able to look anyone in the eye. The fact that I’m pretty sure Devin knows makes it uneasy for me to be around him.

“Uh…” Rufio was watching me confused, “What was Devin talking about?”

“Nothing he’s just being an idiot. Let’s grab some breakfast.”

“It’s nearly midday.”

“Lunch then. Whatever.” I grabbed some food and sat down with my friends. Rufio was standing apart from the group listening from a distance. I waved him to sit down with us but he shook his head and walked off.

The boys sneered in Rufio’s direction as he left. Right. I suppose it was foolish to think that everyone would just get along after weeks of separation. Still, the boys could make some effort to forgive the others. I finished my food and went to find Rufio and drag him back. He was a good kid and this island needs some unity after the whole mutiny thing.

“Rufio!” I shouted to the jungle, “Hello?” For a new kid he sure is a speedy little bugger.

I made it to the magic bean grove where I finally spotted Rufio chatting with Felix. “Hey, what’s going on here?”

“Hey,” Felix nodded at me, “What are you doing here? You never come up this way.”

“I know, I was looking for Rufio. What are you two doing here?”

“I’m going to be guarding the grove.” Rufio shrugged, “Now that things have gone back to normal for the most part I figured I needed something to do. Something to prove that I’m not some double-crosser.”

“And putting you in charge of watching the only way off the island is that way? It’s a big responsibility.”

“I know, Felix was explaining. Do I really have to cut myself with dreamshade?”

“Only as a precaution.” Felix nodded.

“Since when is it necessary for the guard to have to poison themselves?” I asked. “I never had to when I guarded it.”

“Yeah, because Pan would let you of all people have literal poison in your veins.” Felix scoffed.

I punched him in the arm with an abashed leer, “I don’t need your sass, lanky boy.”

“Whatever you say princess.”

“You wanna go down this road?” I pointed my club at him.

He held up his own right at eye level, “Seeing as how I’ve never lost to you I don’t think I need to worry.”

“First time for everything.” I reaffirmed my grip on the club and made to ram it forward into his stomach. He jumped back out of the way at the last second and swung to hit me. I blocked the blow and the tremor made my arms shake. Felix smirked down at me in an almost hungry way. If he thought I was gonna be taken down so easily he was wrong. I could hear Rufio sigh as Felix and I launched into our battle.

~~~

“Cap’n,” Smee watched as Hook lowered himself into the rowboat. “I know that only one person is more inconspicuous for this endeavor but is it wise to go ashore in daylight? The Lost Ones are even more alive when the sun is up.”

“Aye they are but they are also children, Smee. Besides the island is far more treacherous to navigate at night. I shall return before nightfall with our way off this godforsaken land.” He had scouted the island for weeks before he had found the grove where they kept the beans. Only one boy was known to guard it at a time in an abandoned part of the island far from the others. If he was sly enough he could take out the boy, grab the beans and be back to the ship before they ever knew he was there.

After the blackout that abruptly ended this morning Hook wanted nothing more to get out of here. It’s inhabitants were monsters and the temperament of the realm was all dependent on the mood of a magical demonic teenager. Suffice to say eternal youth wasn’t worth this hell. So it was with a sure head Hook started to row toward shore.

~~~

“Give it up, Y/N.” Felix had my arms twisted up behind my back.

“Never,” I huffed and turned lashing my elbow to knock him in the side. Our clubs had been dropped sometime during the battle and we had switched to fighting each other hand to hand. Once in awhile I caught sight of Rufio watching us intently as if he was studying the way we fought.

“Go for her legs!” Rufio shouted when I had finally managed to pin Felix.

“Don’t help him!” I snapped back at him. Felix took the moment I was distracted and flipped us and pushed his forearm against my throat. I could feel my lungs constricting as I lost air. I am not losing to him again!

“Hey! Stop!” Rufio shouted. Felix eased the pressure on my throat and I took in a deep breath. My head was still spinning from the lack of air. Felix hadn’t just stopped choking me but had gotten off me completely and ran out into the jungle. What was going on?

I was able to focus my sight in time to see Felix and Rufio chasing a figure clad in black. Hook? Bastard must have been trying to steal beans. I pushed myself to my feet and staggered on uneasy feet. Oh great. I can’t let this stop me now though, they’ll need me. I rushed to follow them bumping into trees here and there as I did.

My air deprived lungs were screaming at me to stop running and rest. I finally stopped when I hit the beach and saw Felix and Rufio fighting Hook to poor results. Rufio was still new and I had broken Felix’s dominant hand earlier during our fight so his moves were slower and clumsier than they should be. I shook off the last of my vertigo and ran to help.

“Not you again,” Hook groaned when he saw me charging him. He gave a powerful kick to Felix who fell back against the sand.

I swung my club and he dodged out of the way. I wasn’t as over my dizziness as I thought as the momentum of my swing spun me around and I fell to the ground as well. This is just embarrassing. I turned over to see Hook about to plunge his sword through me. I rolled out of the way in time to avoid a fatal blow but he caught my calf running it through.

“Dammit!” I hissed as he tore the sword back out of my leg. I took a deep breath and kicked my good leg out trip him out before he could go back to focusing on Felix or Rufio. He saw it coming and stomped down hard on my already injured leg.

CRACK!

“AH!” I pulled my leg back to my body. Son of a bitch! I think he broke it.

“Get away from her!” Rufio charged at him. The two started to dueling as I dragged myself away from the fight. I can’t fight like this. I can’t even stand.

Felix gathered his bearings and was helping Rufio now. Like some horrific dream I watched as Hook pulled his pistol and shot at Rufio. He staggered back and fell against the sand. The echo of the shot reverberating across the air.

“NO!” My scream rang out so loud it threatened to tear my throat. I tried to get up to help but I still couldn’t support myself on my injured leg. There was a loud screech that copied that of my own shriek as Candace dove to where we stood. She swooped down upon Hook scratching and screeching at him in my defense.

Quickly I pulled myself to Rufio’s side, “Don’t worry,” I pulled my coat off and pressed it into the gushing wound over his stomach, “You’re gonna be fine. Just keep your eyes on me.”

He stared up at me the light quickly fading from his eyes, “No problem there.”

The sound of Hook yelling out in pain made me turn. He dropped the beans in his hand and they scattered across the sand opening into portals and pulling in whatever was near. A pair of arms circled around my waist and pulled me back away from Rufio. “No! Let me go!” I shouted at Felix as he held me sure, “We need to help him!”

“There is no helping him!” Felix tightened his grip on me when I started to break free. Rufio’s body fell through a portal and vanished from sight. One by one the portals closed and only the smooth sand remained.

“You bastard!” I broke free of Felix’s hold and charged at Hook on my broken leg, “I’ll have your head for killing my brother!”

“Back down lass, you have no chance in your state.”

“Neither do you.” I picked my dagger from its sheath and poised to attack.

Felix was quicker as he tackled me again. “Stay down!” He moved to attack Hook in my stead.

Candace was still screeching and clawing at Hook with her talons. He managed to stab Felix in the shoulder and retreated back to his boat and quickly paddled to open sea where the Jolly Roger rested.

“We can’t let him get away!” I tried to pull myself up again, “He has to pay for this!”

“He will,” Felix helped me to standing, “We’ll make sure he never has a moment’s rest for what he’s done today but there’s nothing we can do now. Let’s get ourselves patched up and then we’ll think of a revenge plan. Okay?”

“Fine.” Together Felix and I limped back into the jungle. The last moments of seeing Rufio shot running round through my mind over and over without end.

~~~

“Cap’n!” The remains of Hook’s crew stopped as they saw their captain pull himself onto the deck of the ship. “Did you get the bean?”

Hook pulled out his pistol and shot the one who spoke up. He had been so close! The lass and one of the boys had been fighting and not paying attention. Neither had the redheaded imp that was watching them until Hook had actually managed to grab a handful of the beans. Maybe if he had just been a tad quicker or if only one of them was there instead of a whole team of them.

He couldn’t bother with that right now. He had killed a Lost Boy and tried to steal from the island. Pan was going to have his head. They needed to head for open sea and hope they could get far enough away before he caught wind of what had happened.

He shouted the orders to the crew and they made haste to ready the ship to sail. How in the bloody world were they going to get out of here now? If they stepped so much as toe onto the island they were as good as dead.

Hours passed and the island became a small speck to their rudder. Just as all was looking to be in their favor clouds started to roll across the always clear sky. Pan knew and he was angry.

~~~

Peter returned to the island after a long day of trying to find the three spinner seers. He wanted to know what exactly it was they had told Y/N and why they had given her that infernal book. At the end of the day though they still remained hidden and Peter just wanted to return home and relax.

“Why the long faces? Who died?” Peter asked as he walked into the unusually melancholy camp.

“Very poor choice of words.” Ben muttered. He stood up and quietly explained what had all happened with Hook, the beans, the four way fight and Rufio’s death.

“Ah geez,” Peter rubbed his temples, “Can we go a week without anyone dying? It’s starting to get ridiculous. Felix and Y/N?”

“They’re patched up but watching Rufio die kind of shook them. They’ve barely said anything since they got back.”

“I’ll handle it from here.” Peter walked up to his two best friends. Felix was sat at the base of a tree and Y/N laid behind him on a hammock with her back turned. “Rough day?”

“Pan,” Felix looked up, “It hasn’t been the best. That pirate snuck in here again and almost made off with a dozen beans. This cannot go unpunished, not after what he caused.”

“And he won’t, trust me.” Peter was going to find that pirate and strike him in any way he could. “Y/N?”

“Good luck, she hasn’t said a word since I dragged her back here.” Felix pushed himself to his feet, “But good luck.” He walked off leaving Peter alone next to Y/N.

“I…I didn’t think losing another Lost Boy would haunt you like this.” Peter said but Y/N did not stir, “Do you need to talk about it?”

Still she did not move and stayed curled on the hammock. Peter was about to give up when she lifted a hand motioning for him to come to the other side. He walked around and saw her staring straight ahead with blank eyes. “Why?” she whispered, “Why does this ache so badly?”

“Seeing someone die and killing someone isn’t the same. It can traumatize in a different way.” Peter offered a hand which she limply took, “The important thing is that Hook will pay for this, I swear that. He will pay for all the grief he has caused us.”

“Good.” she growled the familiar bite of his Lost Girl coming back to her. “I want to mount his head on a stake and watch Candace pick his eyes to hollows.”

“Of course and his hook will stick out from his forehead like a perch.” Peter brought her hand up and kissed her knuckles, “But I’m gonna need some help for a task such as this. Care to help?”

“Only too gladly.” she swung off the hammock and that was when Peter noticed her leg bound in a splint and the bloody rags tied round her.

“Now here’s a mess. Did he do this too?” He waved a hand over her leg mending the bones and closing the wound. “Better?” She nodded and stood to follow him. Peter whistled to the rest of the camp. “Who wants to have some fun?”

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BNHA self insert AU

Nani the heck is this? Read here!

Chapter 25: Itati the Brave

The Sports Festival happens, now the agents get their fun! The list of supplies gets handed out and we get into survival studies so we all pull through without causalities. Monoma and I cut our training to only once a week now that he’s gotten the hang of extending his copies and developing techniques. But that hasn’t stopped our bedroom sessions from being whenever we want each other.

-Thursday in the Halls with Mimi and Jin-

“Did y’all hear what happened at lunch?!” Mimi gasped like it was news of the century.

“What’s the tea sis?” I say as I’m hovering a very sleep deprived Jin above our heads.

“Yuka broke up with Tetsu!”

“NO WAY?!” Jin and I gasped.

“YES WAY!” she responded in equal exaggeration “she was peeved that he’s too much of a pussy to step up to get more intimate with her” she was remembering what she saw “they were in the work room I was in, but I was in the rafters to get the bird that flew in the morning. They rushed in, kissing really rough, when Yuka tried to go down on him and he said no. She then asked him if he wanted to do anything aside from kissing and he said that he was scared. Yuka then started to do that thing where she stops breathing to make a quick decision. The bitch fuckin yells she’s been horny since the party because she stopped sleeping with the weed man to be with him.”

“I knew they were sleeping!” I wasn’t surprised about that now confirmed fact “nobody gets weed from agent 420 without proper payment of yen or pussy.”

“What made matters worse is that metal man was feeling inadequate and cried that he loved her and was trying to be a better man for her” she crossed her arms and sighed tiredly “Yuka backhanded him and stormed out of the room saying that it was over, leaving him to cry. Which made things very awkward when I had to get down from the rafters at some point to go release the bird outside.”

“Oh no! Poor dude” I think about the places he might be after school “I’ll talk to him about it later but dang, didn’t think Yuka would be that like that. It’s been what, almost 3 months? That’s alot of time to abstain from sex.”

Fast forward to after school, I walk to the school patio to see if Tetsutetsu was there with Shinso. I always saw them together after school by the stone tables on certain days, maybe I’d see them there today. I saw Shinso talking to a tree and my mind didn’t know how to interpret the sight.

“Please? You have to tell me what’s the matter” Shinso coaxed at the tree “I promise I won’t judge you if you tell me!”

“Shinso?” I asked, startling him “sorry to give you a scare, but who are you talking too? All I see is the tree.”

“Oh uhh hehe” he gets self-aware of his surroundings “Tetsu is up in the tree sobbing and he won’t tell me what’s wrong.”

“Oh! I was just looking for him” I got closer and saw that he was hidden in the leafy branches of the tree “I know why and I’m here to talk to him about it.”

“I don’t want to” spoke Tetsutetsu between sobs “today is the worst and I just want to hide!”

“Well, whether you want to or not” I start to climb the tree “I’m coming up there to make you feel a bit better.”

“I’m coming up too” Shinso follows after me “I want to know.”

“Hey bud, so Mimi told me what happened” I popped my head near where he was perched “it was fucked up of Yuka to just blow up on you like that” I helped Shinso up on a branch “intimacy can get a bit scary, especially sex, Yuka stopping having it since you guys started going steady! She cares about you to be committed to you but having those pent up urges does make you lose it.”

“Has that ever happened to you?” asked Shinso.

“Umm well, I’ve never gone that far but I see this type of thing in others all the time.” I did not want these boys to know about my sessions at all.

“Tetsu, you’re crying over your girl?” Shinso put everything together “sorry that happened bro, what are you going to do?”

“I don’t know! I’ve fallen in deep with her bro” he said between sobs “I want to win her back and show that I’m a man worth her time but needs to be in the right mind to do that sort of thing.”

“I have a plan” I spoke up “we have a party on saturday, just announced by Hansai like an hour ago. I can use my plus one on you to come in and make up with Yuka, knowing her, she can easily avoid you at school but she really can’t at one of our parties.”

“I want to come too” Shinso butted in “for moral support and so he doesn’t get all teary with everyone watching when things go down.”

“Hmmm, I didn’t count on that factor” I thought about how I was going to include Shinso in “Oh! I’ll ask Jin to use his plus one on you, he never invites anybody from outside the program and he’s the bouncer of our parties.”

“Bro, you’re gonna be in for the wildest night of your young life” Tetsu said without sobbing “those agent kids don’t mess around with their liquor or competitive drinking! I woke up with my shirt up my ass at the first party I went.”

“Hehehe yea he did” I giggled as I pulled up the picture to show Shinso “Yuka took the picture, apparently he made a bet that if he makes this last shot on a game of beer pong he was going to kiss Yuka but if he doesn’t he was going to shove his shirt up his ass. Guess what happened.”

“Oh my God, really dude?” Shinso looked horrified at the picture “now I’m scared.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll tell you whats good and what to avoid” I pat Shinso on the back “I realize that y’all are party babies and need some help.” I pull up the mass text with the details “Okay so it’s this Saturday at the 2nd year dorms, doors open at 7pm, all rules apply.” I turn to the boys “You got that fellas?”

“I’ll fill you in on the house rules but we got it” Tetsu turned to Shinso to confirm.

“Great! I’ll be zooting outta here now” I put my phone in my bag “see you boys then!” I teleport out and kept the details to myself until the day of the party.

-Morning of the party, at the mall with Jin and Mimi-

“Do you think Yuka and the others are handling things alright?” I asked worried as I checked the time “it’s 3 hours til and we haven’t been contacted about anything.”

Jin tosses his final item into his cart “I’m sure they’re fine” he checks the list for any missed items “it’s not their first time handling things.”

Mimi tries on some hiking boots “No, babygirl has a point” she stands to do a test walk in the boots “remember when we were gone for the take down practice test and they couldn’t handle us being gone for 2 days?” she stumbles a bit “everything was a disaster! Why don’t we shoot a text to see if they need us to pick up anything?”

I sent the text and we didn’t get a reply, it gave all of us anxiety and we rushed our supply shopping to go back. When we got back, things were on the brink of going wrong so we helped with that. Everything was done an hour before people started to arrive and that gave me time to get pretty. And like clockwork, everyone came right on the dot. Once the boys came, it was go time with the plan.

“...Ok Tetsu, remember, you go up to her THEN you yell ‘you just got ICED!’, now go!” I say as I hand him the bottle and point to Yuka across the room.

Shinso sees him walk to Yuka “So this a dorm party huh?”

“Psh it’s just intel that has these parties” I scoff as a mix him a drink “If you think the hero dorms are like this, sorry to say but y’all can’t do shit.”

“Is that why you ran wild all the time?” he glances back to me “I’ve heard from the others of your little adventures.”

“Yea, I have more liberties than the hero program” I hand him the drink “thankfully everything is where it should be now but living with those kids was such a pain in the ass.”

He takes the drink from my hand “Really? Now I’m not looking forward to moving in during the summer” he takes a sip and almost spits it back in the cup “oh Tetsu wasn’t kidding, it does taste like burning!”

“Oh you’re moving in! That means you’re gonna take my old room!” I get giddy “lucky you! it’s the biggest room on the boys side.”

“Oh yea? Well, hows class with those kids? I’m getting incorporated in 2nd term.”

“Oof, it’s alright but maybe it won’t be as bad” I pause to get Shinso a napkin “I’m also coming in 2nd term for the communications and strategy class.”

“Oh that’s cool” he wipes his chin and takes another sip “I guess we’ll be seeing each other more often then just in passing and training.”

“Yup! and I can’t wait!” I open a beer “I’ve heard about the off site simulation training we’re going to do and I’m stoked to take part!”

Meanwhile, In the hero dorms...

“Anything interesting happening?” Mineta asked Kaminari that was hogging the binoculars.

“Nothing yet- WAIT! Oh man Iida-kun is going to flip!”

“WHAT?! What did you see!” Mineta screamed trying to grab the binoculars to take a look.

“Palma-san is getting a little too social with Shinso” Kaminari gives the binoculars back “please tell me he’s still awake!”

“It’s almost 10pm, I doubt it” Mineta looks at the clock then at the party “don’t you find it weird that the only time anybody in the hero program is let in those parties is because they’re associated with Palma-san?”

Aoyama perks up from the couch “Don’t you know? Those parties are invite only, everyone in her class has an admit one guest” he strikes a pose “that means that Shinso begged her to let him in this party.”

Mineta and Kaminari put two and two together “ALL THIS TIME WE COULD’VE GONE TO ONE IF WE ASKED TO BE HER PLUS ONE?!”

Kaminari remembered the school dance events and the morning after “So that means that Iida-kun wasn’t formally invited to that after party, he begged her or included himself” he thought some more “then he went, got drunk with her until who-knows-when and they ended up in the situation in the morning after.”

“What are you trying to say?” asked Mineta, still confused.

“I’m saying that Iida-kun is the coolest guy in our class! He partied until he literally passed out and had a girl take care of him AND the same girl always invites him first to these parties!” he then got a bit hysterical “making us dumb, lame party virgins!”

-Fast foward: Thursday Night, gearing up for the camping trip-

“Uh oh sisters” I exclaimed in a semi-panicky tone.

“Whats wrong?” Jin asked.

“We’re missing a large lantern ” I said as I pointed on the list “we have the oil and the emergency back up but not a the lantern.”

“Ah frick now what?” Hansai thought for a bit “any of you know who might have one? All the shops are closed and we won’t be able to go buy one in the morning.”

“I’ll call my brother” Yuka said dialing on her phone.

“I’ll go pop in the hero dorms and see if anyone has one” I check the time “it’s 6:40, dinner just finished for them, I’ll be back.” I teleport to the commons room and I saw that I popped in the middle of a stressful study session “Um sorry to disrupt yall but do any of yall have a large lantern for camping?”

“What do you have to exchange for it?” Kirishima mocked my line when I would barter my illegal dorm goods.

“I have 1,500 yen, help with your english or strategy homework, a discount at my dorm goods store, this coil hair tie, a tiddie flash and a mystery hand touch.”

“Whats that last thing you said? Mystery hand touch?” asked Tokoyami.

“It’s when I touch a part of your body for 5 seconds, no limitations” I explain as a wiggle my fingers.

“I HAVE ONE!” Iida and Midoriya stood up at the same time.

“I’ll just lend it to you for no charge!” Iida said while doing his air chops “please don’t put up odd services for things you need.”

“I’ll give it to you for 500 yen, the discount and the hand touch” Midoriya put up his offer “I want a back rub, I had a bad day.”

“Aww poor baby! Sure thing” I said has I counted out the money and a pink sticky note for the discount “I’ll extend that back rub for 10 seconds.”

He comes out with the lantern, showed me how it worked and sat on the couch for the back rub “mind if I cry a little too?”

“Let it all out” I said as I started rubbing his back, slowly counting to 10 in my head. Once the 10 seconds was up I asked in a soft tone “feel better Izu?”

“Yeah, Thank you for popping in” he said wiping his tears “what did you want the lantern for anyways?”

“Oh I’m going on my survival camp trip with my class” I stood up “We’re leaving tomorrow at twelve and come back next week friday.”

“So while you go camping, we’re stuck here doing midterms?!” exclaimed Sero “you intel kids have all the fun.”

“Not really, we’re competing with other intel programs to see who’s top dog” I stretch my back “so there’s a chance that some of us won’t make it, there’s bears and shit plus we have to work as a team to raid this cabin and we have to be ready for anything.”

“That still sounds like more fun than what we’re doing” Aoyama pouted.

“Before you go Ita” Iida walked toward me “let me hug you goodbye.” He gives me those gentle but comforting hugs “be careful, beat those other schools and stay together with your team.”

“Aww you’re gonna miss me?” I broke the hug “don’t worry, I know we’ll pull through this one” I put my hand on his cheek “I’ll come back, I promise.” Before he could do anything, I teleported off with the lantern. 

The boys looked at Iida suggestively. “I’ll come back! I promise” some of them mocked with kissy noises.

“It’s not like that, cut it out!” Iida fixed his glasses as he glared at the boys.

In the morning, intel set off to their survival camp about 3 hours away from the dorms.  The hype was real until we got there and the other groups looked like something out of Mad Max.

“Oh my fucking Gawd” squeaked a B class student “we’re gonna die die!”

“Shut up Tokka-san!” groaned her friend “we gotta do it for Zippy!”

We unload our stuff and get the announcement to line up at our designated spots for a map and instructional radio for daily updates and emergency contact. We started strong until nightfall, Hansai was going to stay up to fend off any attackers or bears while we slept. It backfired as we got ambushed, 2 nights in a row, taking things like blankets and some rations. On the 3rd night I put it upon myself to stay up for the rest of the remaining time, no sleep. With the skills my dad taught me to survive, I managed to keep everyone safe at night. On the 5th day is when some of us were losing it a bit.

“LOOK! APPLES!” Jin screamed like he found treasure “we’re gonna live!” he ran up to the tree to pick the fruit, tears in his eyes.

“Wait, if we check map.....yup! the river is just a quarter mile east!” Yuka exclaimed then turned to Mimi “can you climb up and confirm for us?”

Mimi nods and climbs up one of the apple trees and looks all directions “Okay some good and bad news” she yelled “good news, the river is in fact a quarter mile east” she turns and points behind us “bad news, we got to keep an eye out for 2 groups that are a bit too close for comfort.”

“We have to cross the river before settling down for the night” I spoke up “if I’m not mistaken, we have 4 hours of daylight left, rivers are prime water ambush zones.”

“Then lets keep moving team!” Hansai points east “stay close, it’s bear and deer territory, watch out for traps.”

We get to the river after an hour and we stop dead in our tracks, there was a fucking bear near the edge.

“Aw fuck, now what?” whispered Yuka “Oleshin, any ideas?”

“I’ve never seen a bear before in my life!” Mimi whispered harshly with some panic “and thats one big bitch!”

“I got this yall” I said as I put on my rancho hat “my dad always said the key to approaching wild animals is to talk to them like a neighbor” I get a few apples from my bag and put them in my coat pockets before walking up to the bear.

“Well, there goes our only hope of surviving this shit” sighed a B class student.

“Hola osito! Que pasa?!” I casually say to the bear to get it’s attention “nice day for fishing huh?” the bear turned and whimpered as it was stuck in a bear trap “Ay mira! easy there big guy” I carefully approached to break open the trap “look what I have for you, some nice and juicy apples” I rolled an apple to the bear to gain it’s trust and they ate it in desperation “pobresito, you’re starving, not for long though” I pry the trap open just enough for the bear to get it’s paw out and gave it another 2 apples. The bear then licks my hand starts to muzzle into my arm, like a dog. “Oh my, aren’t you a sweetie?!” I then motion everyone that it was safe to approach.

“Palma, you crazy American bitch!” Hansai sighed in disbelief at the sight of the bear eating an apple out of my hand “you tamed a fuckin bear, in Spanish! I must be dreaming.”

Everyone held out an apple for the bear to gain it’s trust and the bear was licking and sniffing us like a big dog. As we tried to cross the river, the bear followed us like it was trying to return the favor by protecting us. We let the bear sleep near us when we set up camp for the night. And followed us in the morning.

“MORNING UPDATES: 2 MORE TEAMS HAVE FORFEITED DUE TO ILLNESS, LEAVING 4 SCHOOLS STILL IN THE RUN. REPORTS OF A SCHOOL THAT TAMED A WILD BEAR AND IS USING IT AS GUARD AND ATTACK, NAME OF THE SCHOOL IS UNKNOWN DUE TO LIMITED INFORMATION. WEATHER REPORT OF CLOUDY SKIES WITH 15 PERCENT CHANCE OF LIGHT RAIN.”

“Oh wow, word got out fast about big boy” Jin said as he tossed a salmon tail to the bear “how many groups tried to attack us last night?”

I rubbed my eyes “2 groups but they didn’t get close enough for a fight, big boy shoo’d them away.”

“It’s day 6 Palma-san” Yuka spoke with concern “are you sure you don’t want to rest? we can carry you as you sleep.”

“I’ll be fine” I took a sip of water “we can’t afford to waste man power on comforts” I peer over the map and point to the objective area “we are about 3 more miles until the suit up point, by then it will be nightfall and we’d be forced to stop anyways” I stretch my arms and stifle a yawn “if everything goes mostly right and nobody gets injured, that’ll be my rest.”

“I volunteer as guard for tonight” Jin stood up to stretch “we need you rested and alert for the ambush, you’re our wildcard.”

We trudge along these 3 miles just as scheduled and I was allowed my rest. I woke up in the morning, ready for whatever.

“MORNING UPDATES: 4 SCHOOLS STILL REMAIN AND ALL 4 HAVE CHECKED IN AT THE SUIT UP POINT AS OF THIS MORNING. IT’S THE FINAL DAY, ALL CAMPING GEAR IS TO BE SURRENDERED IN THE MARKED STORAGE BIN WITH YOUR SCHOOL’S NAME ON THE SIDE FOR SAFE KEEPING.”

“Okay listen up team” Hansai stood up on a rock to overlook us “from this point on, all command is to be switched over to our big 3 here” he motioned over to Jin, Mimi and me “they have the most experience with these types of mass ambush and strategy, I will be following behind the group to make sure nobody falls behind.”

“I won’t be of much use as the forest here is thick with little visibility” Mimi stated “but lets hype up team! Do it for Zippy!”

Everyone was gassing up to get on with the final leg of the forest. A student from B class spoke up “I know this seems a bit extra but I made this rope harness for Big Boy” they held up their creation “its so we can ride on his back with comfort.”

“Innovative! Lets suit up Big Boy too!” I gasped and got excited “he’s a battle bear now.” We put the harness on the bear and he lets me on his back “Everyone armed?” everyone nods “get in position, and lets head out.”

We got through the forest with little incident and made it to the cabin by sundown. 

“Stop!” Mimi commanded “one of the schools has infiltrated the cabin already.”

“Aw frick, now what?” I pondered “do we just wait it out?”

“It’s best” Jin spoke up as he was listening to the radio through the headset “I changed the frequency so I can tap in the other’s ear piece systems” he sighed “things aren’t going so well on their end, we have to wait for the other school to do their thing and see our next moves from there.”

We waited out and the other school couldn’t even make it in the cabin before getting struck down by the enemy.

“Jin, are you thinking what I’m thinking?” I turned to Jin with raised eyebrows.

“Yes and I hate that you’re right” he rubbed his temples stressfully, then faced the rest of the group “Okay we need a sniper team, ground control team and a raid team. New goal, since there’s 5 people in the cabin and one hostage to retrieve, the raid team goes in and warps them out of the cabin and the hostage to the safe zone. Ground team detains the enemy as they get warped out and sniper team fires at will as back up leaving Big Boy as our last ditch savior.” 

Everyone gets in position, raid team being myself, Jin and Hansai. We bust in and get wary that there was nobody in the living room nor the kitchen.

“I have a bad feeling that they have a trick up their sleeve” I spoke up “coming in was too easy and I can’t detect any noises” I turn to the other 2 “Hansai, can you use your quirk to see if you can detect the enemy and hostage? Jin, alert the sniper team to be on lock.”

“You’re going to hate this” Hansai chirps “there’s 7 people and 2 hostages, plus there’s 2 more levels to this long cabin.”

“Fuck” I said softly, then recouped “okay, any nearby?”

“Yes, in the bedroom and the door to the other level is there too.”

“Lets smoke them out boys” I cocked my gun and signaled them to follow suit. We opened the door to the bedroom and before the 2 people had the chance to do anything, Jin portaled them outside for our ground team to detain. Same thing when we raided the basement.

“We found the hostages” Jin pinged me as I was searching for the last person on the enemy side on the level below the basement “I’m going to portal them and Hansai just outside the sniper ring, near the safe zone.”

“Great job, see you on the upper level” I responded. As I did a quick sweep of the level, I found nothing. I pinged Jin to give the clearing “basement 2 is clear, how’s the ground level?” No response “Jin? Status report.” Still no response, I get on high alert “All teams on code white, Jin is not responding to my pings.”

“All snipers are at your will Palma, find our boy.” calmly said Mimi.

I teleport up to the bedroom and kick every door open to find him and in the main room was my worst fear. The last member of the enemy group had Jin in a chokehold with a gun to his head.

I put my gun up but before I could do anything, the man speaks “Don’t shoot or he gets it!” he presses the gun up to Jin’s temple.

“Don’t do it babygirl” Jin weakly croaked “he has an energy drain quirk.”

“And with every passing moment, I drain more of his energy” he explained “so, drop the gun and he’ll live OR shoot me and your boy here won’t live to see the sun!”

I think fast and point my gun to my head “What will I get if I shoot myself?”

The man stops his act in confusion “Wait, what?”

“You heard me” I cock the gun and press it up to my ear to switch on my earpiece “I said what will happen if I shoot myself? I’m talkin blasting my brains out, will you let him go?”

The man lowers the gun and thinks about my offer but by then its too late, a hail of round rubber bullets come down from the high windows and strike the man down and releasing Jin. I net the man and I teleport him out first before carrying Jin’s weakened body out. As I give the all clear, the radio wails

“CONGRATULATIONS TO UA INTEL ON COMPLETING THE OBJECTIVE, THUS CONCLUDING THIS YEAR’S SURVIVAL CAMP! PLEASE REPORT TO THE SAFE ZONE IMMEDIATELY.”

We make our way to the safe zone, Jin’s limp body on the bear’s back and all. Upon arrival, we see Hansai and the other schools that were still in the race with us.

“Holy shit, UA were the bear tamers?!” Were some of the things the other schools said when we came strolling in with the bear in a rope harness. The people that hosted the camp trial came out to show everyone the ranking, since we completed the camp and objective, we ranked top and everyone else trickled down the list. Diya sensei came out after and he froze in his place.

“I leave you kids alone in the wilderness for a week” he motions over to the bear “and you come back with a fucking bear? What is with you kids and taming wild animals?!”

“To be fair” Mimi spoke up “Palma rescued him and it just started to follow us and obey.”

“Sorry?!” I half-heartly apologized as I fed the bear an apple “Also, Jin need som milk.”

“Him and the other guys” Diya’s tone changed to more impressed then stressed “the man you sniped, oof, he got air lifted to a hospital because he got a few broken bones.”

We all cringed at the idea, Jin got some medical attention to regain some of his energy. We took a group picture with the bear and started to load the bus for the journey back to the dorms. The bear wanted to board the bus with us after we took off the harness but we had to say our good byes.

“Sorry Big Boy, you can’t come with us” I comforted the bear “thank you for your brave service to us.”

“Thank you gentle creature” Mimi pat his back “I hope you help another group in need of your loyalty.”

Jin walks up to the bear and hugs him “I’ll never forget you, go hit that bear pussy, Zippy would’ve wanted it that way.” He gave the bear the rest of his apples and boarded the bus with the rest of us.

On our journey back to the dorms, we figure our how the hell we’re going to tell everyone we tamed a bear without making it sound dramatic. Upon arriving, B class’s parents were there to take them home and our classmates from the other levels were there to greet us back. None of us were in the mood to celebrate, we were stinky and hungry plus I felt the early symptoms of a head cold. We soaked in the bath, ate whatever we didn’t need to cook as long as we ate something and passed out. The next day, like I predicted, I got sick and so did a few others including Jin.

“Hey uhhhhh, you good for visitors?” asked Mimi while I was sitting on the couch, watching a cooking show.

“Depends, who’s a-knockin’ and askin’?”

“Monoma, and he brought flowers” 

“Oh shit, yeah bring him in” I perked up and blew my nose.

He walked in and saw that I was loungewear and wasn’t looking too well. “Oh my, you really do look like you survived a week in the wilderness!” he put his hand on my arm to copy my quirk “I’ll take good care of you” he floated me to my room and everyone got the hint that he was going to do more than nurse me back to health. He situated me on my bed and put the flowers on my desk “How I’ve missed you darling” he tried to kiss me but I pulled away.

“Don’t, I don’t want to get you sick too.”

“Oh, I then I’ll kiss you here” he kissed my neck and other parts of my body “you missed my touch? my kiss?” he said between kisses “lay back, relax” he took off his shirt and fixed my pillows for me to lay down comfortably “I want to please my master after a long and victorious journey.” I consented and let him please me.

“Oh Neito, you’re so sweet and obedient like a servant when we’re alone” I moaned in the middle of passion “what would the others think?”

He looks up at me and looms over me “They’d never believe us” he mounted me “they’ll never believe me if I told them how sickly sweet you body feels when I enter it’s heavenly gates” he shudders in pleasure as he does so “and they’ll never believe you if you told them I get on my knees for you or that I please your body whenever you ask me to” he grunts as he finds his rhythm and I lose my breath.

-Fast forward, Monday in homeroom-

“Hey Hey! It’s video announcements from Present Mic! Before we get to our school wide announcements, a big congratulations to our intel second years for not only completing this year’s survival camp challenge but also coming out on top of the ranking! YEAAAAH! Here’s a highlight reel of their week in the wilderness...”

“Oh geez they kept in the part where Mimi shot that west side kid’s ass for stealing our rations” I cringed as the kid screamed for death.

“Oh shit look! They captured the part where Palma-san rescued the bear!” Yuka jumped in her seat as the part where the bear muzzled me came up “AH! they even got GoPro shots of the bear attacking that loin cloth group after they tried to spear us!”

“Well I’ll be damned” Diya looked in shock at the footage “you really did that rescue shit and it devoted it’s life to you.”

“...you saw that correctly folks! A bear aided our students in their challenge, all thanks to the kind-hearted and brave efforts of 2nd year, and intel Big 3 contender, Itati Palma! If you see her around, praise her for being very Plus Ultra to a creature in need. Now on to other school news...”

I turned red in embarrassment as I knew I was going to get all this unwanted attention as I go to my other classes and lunch. And as predicted, there was whispers as I walked the halls and a few people did give me approving looks and words.

“Look who’s here! Bear rescuer Palma!” Mic announced as I walked in the english class to assist “You have to tell me and the audience how you did it!”

“Well, my dad taught me everything about survival and living alongside animals” I overlooked the room and saw that everyone was attentive “he said to me, Itati, the key to approaching an animal is to talk to them like they’re a neighbor. Give them a casual greeting and a compliment on the weather and the rest will follow suite.”

“Was your father an animal rescuer?” Kendo asked naively to what I was going to say next.

“Ha, nope, he was raised on a farm and thought he was a real buckeroo” I responded in a rough rancho accent “rode horses and bulls and shit, he’s also an avid meat eater and so am I” I giggled “so if that bear didn’t pull through, I would’ve eaten it, made a nice bear pelt coat and brought it home. My dad taught me how to do all that too.”

“Oh my god why would your father teach you all those barbaric things?” shrieked Shiozaki.

“That’s how he shows his love for his children” I get nostalgic “by teaching them very valuable skills in case of survival, so really, I have to thank him for teaching me so much to shape me into the confident and reliable person you see before you.”

The rest of that class was tense after that but the rest of my day went better. I did my little jazz band practice for Mic, Midnight and Aizawa for the last hour of school.  “Loved the set today Miss Palma” Aizawa spoke up after our last song “not to bring up school work but can you help out your fellow classmates.”

“Um sure” I hopped down to sit on the edge of the stage “what can I help you with?”

“Well, as you know, for the class you’re taking with us” he started off fine “it’s first term strategy and second communications but” he sighed stressfully “strategy is really kicking them in the ass, something isn’t clicking with them.”

“Is it that bad?” I didn’t believe it was as he was making it sound like “what’s the average on the last exam?”

“70 percent, Midoriya and Bakugo are the ones keeping it that high but even they’re struggling”

“Oof, that’s sad” I think a bit and come up with a solution “I have a fun little thing that’ll get things clicking, what’s the P.E. schedule for this week?”

-End Chapter 25-

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