#how close can we bring our teacher to blowing up?

[slothquisitor]

Thinking about Gale this morning, and that comment he makes in the epilogue about how he uses the threat of the bomb in his chest as a classroom management strategy. And…my guy. That’s….As a high school English teacher, I’ve got some bad news.

That’s not a deterrent. That’s a fucking challenge.

[luveline]

I need more Hotch x teacher PLEASE, I’ll take anything 😭🙏🏻

Mr. Hotchner —call me Aaron, he always says, because he’s a bully— walks across the school grounds with his son stuck to him. 

According to your colleagues, Jack used to be more outgoing. Not extroverted, but friendly, with many friends and lots to say. But after the passing of his mother a few years ago he’s become a quieter child. It’s not uncommon to see him glued to his father or his Aunt Jess before school. 

You tuck your hands in your cardigan against the early summer morning chill. “Hello,” you greet as the Hotchners approach. “Good morning.” 

“Good morning,” Aaron says. His smile is a rare and lucrative sight; whenever he smiles at you like this, as though you’re some wonder he’s happened upon accidentally, it betters your whole day. 

“Good morning, Jack,” you say, a gentle prompt to see what mood he’s in. 

“Hi.” 

“Hi, buddy. You got your reading diary filled out?” you ask. 

“Yeah. Me and dad read Marlo again, I hope that’s okay.” 

You bend just a bit to be smaller, “You can read anything you want to.” 

“Dad says so too.” 

You and Aaron share a look. “Dad’s always right, huh?”

Jack nods emphatically. Aaron edges a half step closer to you, looking as though his hand is itching where he’s tucked it in his coat pocket. There’s something in it, you realise. He pulls it out and offers it to you covertly. 

“You left this behind,” he says. 

It’s one of your bracelets. You open your palm and let him tip the bracelet into your hand, curling your fingers closed, but not before the brush of his thumb has made you miss it against your cheek. 

“Oh, wow, I assumed I lost it.”

“No… it must have fallen down between my bed and the nightstand.”

You glance around, not as covert as you wish you were. It’s not that you and Aaron can’t date, but you perhaps shouldn’t, and besides that things are so new between you that it isn’t anyone else’s business either way. Plus, you have Jack to think about. He doesn’t know you’re seeing his father yet. 

You smile gratefully and tuck the bracelet into your pocket. “Thank you.” 

“Jack!” a blonde little girl called Sadie races up to you all and smiles wide. “Do you want to come and play with me? I want to try cartwheels before we go in.” 

Jack looks up at Aaron, who nods and leans down. He kisses his unwrinkled forehead. “I should be going soon. Be good today, okay?” 

Jack says his love yous as he jogs away with Sadie, his lunchbox forgotten in Aaron’s hands. “Want me to take it?” you ask. 

“Oh, yes. Please, honey, if you don’t mind.” 

Again, his hand brushes yours as he hands it over, his skin a reminder that he’s touched you now, and kindly, gentle fingertips trailing down your back as you dozed with your face against his chest. He’s so… perfect, in a way, such a caring person, you’ve never felt like this about someone. His proximity makes you wish you could go home with him now or follow him to work. It’s an achy feeling without being sore. 

“I never mind.” You watch him carefully as you talk, “It’s nice to get to see you every morning.” 

“It would be even nicer if we could’ve had the whole morning together,” he says agreeably, fondly. “Did you check your calendar for me? How are things looking next weekend?” 

“Very open for nice men who bring me jewellery.” 

“Don’t start,” he says quietly, his hand twitching toward yours, “or I’ll blow our cover.” 

“I wish you could.” 

“Me too, honey. I’m going to talk with Jack about it again this weekend.” He beams. “I wonder if he’ll change his tune this time.” 

When Aaron brought up the idea of you and him together to Jack, it had been as a simple hypothetical: How would you feel if me and Miss L/N wanted to be friends, Jack? 

He was ecstatic. Then we can see her all the time! he’d said. Aaron’s next port of call is to introduce the g-word. 

You and Aaron meet eyes, looking at one another, his hand creeping closer and closer to your side. He takes the end of your cardigan into his hand and feels it between his fingers, the slight touch, slightest movement of the fabric against your shoulder sending a shudder down your arms and chest. 

“Can I see you tonight?” he asks. 

“You aren’t busy?” you ask, surprised.

“Of course I am, I always am. But I think I have to see you.” 

Oh, you have to, you could tease. But you really need to see him too. “Just text me when you want me and I’ll be there,” you say, looking away from him toward the children and their racing. 

You’re glad you aren’t looking at him when he next speaks. “I always want you, but I have to go. Have a good day, honey, alright?”  

Jack’s lunchbox creaks in your hand. A funny soft kiss would be nice here, his smile pressed to yours. Maybe one day you’ll get one out in the open. “Thank you. Have a good day, too, Aaron,” you say, only looking up at him when you’re sure he’s crossed the school grounds to the parking lot. 

He looks back over his shoulder to you twice. 

[ashdreams2023]

Hiii! I'm so glad I came across your blog and I love the snape and sibling! Reader fics so would you mind writing a sibling reader fic where she's the defence teacher in yr2 instead of lockhart and maybe she's an auror ( from another ministry) or sumn?? Anyway she starts a duelling club and brings severus for the demo and they get abit too into it, although no one gets hurt and it ends with a draw. The students are awestruck and asks her how she got so good at it and she's like "oh it's thanks to my big brother :)" ? Just sumn cute and fluffy! Thankss!!

Learned from the best

Summary: your brother helps you teach your first dueling club period

"Wow I can’t believe we’ll actually see real live dueling, I only read about them in books" Hermione said running behind her friends in the hall.

"If the new professor is as good as the rumors have it then it’s gonna be a show!" Ron grinned.

"I heard Malfoy saying she learned from the best" Harry said out of breath as they finally reached the dueling club.

"She was an auror in Russia of course she learned from the best you two!" Hermione huffed hugging her book close.

The classroom was crowded from students from all four houses and you stood in the middle of the room wearing your casual witch robes, except for your teaching robe that you layered over your regular outfit.

You healed your head high and smiled at every passing student till you deemed that the attendance time was over and flicked your wand to close the door.

"Well kiddos I’m so happy you came today! I think this dueling club would be a good opportunity to expand our knowledge outside the textbooks and you all can get firsthand experience at how two real duelist are in the wild" The kids whispered among themselves seemingly excited to start with the session already.

"To achieve that, today I am welcoming my lovely assistant, professor snape" You flicked your hand dramatically as the potion master stepped on the mini dueling ground.

"Snape? That’s out to be interesting" Ron whispered to Harry.

"At first we will demonstrate compact but don’t worry you all will have your heads in place and your precious potion master is gonna come back in one piece-"

"Not quite sure about your defense professor though" Snape cut you off and smirked.

There was silence before you titled your head with. Glint in your eyes "I see our duel should start soon since you’re losing your patience this quickly"

You lifted your wand up and smirked "like the old times?"

He lifted his wand up and arched a brow "Like the old times"

Two steps back then you both went into dueling poses.

The student watched with wide eyes as your wand sparked with your first attack and snape dogged it smoothly like a dance move and fired back.

You knelt to the ground dodging his attack and sent a blow to his leg which knocked his off balance but not enough to make him distracted.

"Professor!" One of the hufflepuffs screamed in panic as a curse hit your shoulder slamming you to the ground, you ground in pain, it didn’t cause any actual damage but it stung like a bitch.

"Come on professor, don’t tell me you’ve given up already" Said snape standing to his feet again and pointing his wand any you like a madman.

You huffed and pushed yourself up from the ground and spin around, sliding back in the battle like your nothing just happened.

Snape matched your speed like it was second nature, his hair matched yours as it flew with each attacked, till it stuck your skin from sweat and both of you stood heaving with your hands clenched in your fists.

You licked your lips then smiled at him, he sighed then you both let go of your wands.

"It’s a…draw!" Harry yelled before the crowds of students clapped in applause and screamed.

Snape stood straight and put his wand back in his inner coat pocket.

You walked up to him and held out your hand.

He shock your hand without hesitation and then turned to face the students who seemed too overjoyed by the whole thing to remember how much they were terrified of him.

"You can ask questions now, just raise your hand" you said breathlessly.

An eco of me me covered the, snape rolled his eyes but you chuckled in relief.

"Ok ok! One by one….you! Weasley, Ronald"

Ron looked at his friends excitedly, almost jumping in place "How did you learn all of that?! Is it true you were in the Russia ministry?!"

Snape snorted, you paid him no mind.

You crossed your arms "Well, yes I did work in the Russian ministry for a while but most of my advanced techniques come from one person, my big brother, your dear professor snape but to me he’s just sev"

The students faces were priceless and for once you understood why your brother liked to bother them this much.

Severus put his hand on your shoulder and nodded "If you find yourself capable of following basic instructions and find determination to actually learned something from this club you might end up half as good as your professor"

"Did you just complement me?"

"Take it or leave it." Then he walked off the dueling area.

"I can’t believe they’re related!"

"Honestly, it kinda make’s sense, he didn’t sneer at her the entire two weeks she was here" hermione pointed out.

"That’s true…that’s so weird still" Harry stared at you as you answered more questions by his classmates, it made him wonder, what sort of person was his git of a professor was actually like outside of school.

"And with hard work you too can be as good as a duelist one day, but of course don’t go crazy challenging my brother, he is the best of the best"

"Yes ma’m!"

[oldguardleatherdog]

OLD MACDONALD BOUGHT THE FARM: "Barking and meowing" by students is being banned in a hysterical panic by another ignorant Florida school board. How long are we gonna put up with this insidious nonsense?

I've had it. These nutcases are about to regulate onomatopoeia in elementary school. Don't laugh - it's hiding something ominous, and it's deliberate.

First: If you're in the furry fandom - as I've been for 26 years (longer than the average fur has been alive these days) - TAKE THIS SHIT SERIOUSLY.

If they're actually banning K-12 school age kids from wearing anything animal-themed (yeah, it's that broad) and restricting the sounds they can utter for Christ's sake, you can be sure that the wild-eyed crazeballs chick who runs LibsOfTikTok and singlehandedly caused the wave of library closings over the mere existence of LGBTQ+ characters in books - to the extent that the State of Missouri legislature has defunded the entire statewide public library system! - already has her sights trained on Midwest FurFest, and the lunatics who closed down Boston Children's Hospital with bomb threats are already booking flights to bring the Nazis-with-guns to every furry convention in America by the end of this year, AND IF YOU DON'T GET WITH THE PROGRAM THEY'RE GOING TO BLOW YOUR oWo uWu ASSES OFF!

Enough dicking around, my fellow furballs. You know what to do.

Here's what I posted to Reddit last night - piss-poor metrics for my posts about the Wile E. Coyote anvils over our heads, but my groaners in the r/3amjokes and r/dadjokes subs get 35,000 views. Go figure.

In the meantime, read, heed, and reblog like your life depends on it, because it does:

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You may laugh at first glance, or shake your head at "Florida again" - but it's a stalking horse for their next milestone: banning student behavior and appearance that to the MAGAs and right-wing nut jobs carries even a *hint* of LGBTQ+, and then - say it with me -

Identifying students who are mature enough to have come out as LGBTQ+ fully or in part (friends, family); those who are known to be "questioning" and on their way to coming out; those who are beginning to identify as other than heterosexual or show "tendencies" or "predelictions", and students too young to be self-aware in those ways but are seen as suspect by teachers and administrators - and then, gradually at first, then quickly and deliberately separating, isolating, and ultimately barring them from access to public education.

Kentucky has said it out loud just this week, clearly, plainly, with no room for ambiguity: "It's time to eliminate 'transes' from our schools."

If you're still on the fence about getting involved with activism and protests to put this movement down for good before it becomes too big to stop - and we still have time to stop it and crush it - do you think they'll stop after just banning kids?

You don't need to have psychic powers or a crystal ball to see what's heading our way. Soon.

You can choose to do nothing - or you can choose to act. One or the other. Simple, plain, clear.

Joni Mitchell once sang, "it all comes down to you," and she was right, of course, but if you listened closely, her meaning was clear then, and applies now - one choice will save you, the other will not.

Only one of these choices has the potential to turn the tide, the clearly visible, quickening, rising tide that's got crazy Jesus in its eyes and a list with your name on it.

I cannot choose for you, of course. No one can.

Last time I looked, this was still a free country.

But if you do not make the right choice - *you*, Constant Stranger, she sang - no one will be able to save you, or us. And the choice is upon us, sooner than we thought, and now.

Time to choose.

[archmage-lleweneth]

Day 3 — “Tempest”

(MSQ spoilers up to 5.3 below the cut)

I know not what you are, Elidibus. Not yet. Not entirely.

She never liked this, her mind racing with no thoughts. Wordless thoughts and senseless sensation all trapped in the forced stillness of her body. Tangled cord on a storm-tossed ship.

I’m giving Alphinaud a run for his money.

She had retreated to the suite she shared with Tamsyn at the Pendants, though she had begged a half-bells’ solitude to sort out her thoughts before she joined her. A cold Lakeland night and the reflected sounds of revelry drifted in through the window.

Minfilia thought of you as an enemy, albeit one she knew frighteningly little about. The day we met, when you appeared out of thin air in her Solar, you took from her a small piece of certainty and security that I never saw her recover.

Urianger thinks of you as an enemy, albeit one they felt all too comfortable cavorting with. They sense the danger you pose, but see you as an equal. One liar to another. They stole a Calamity from you, and our trust from us.

She frowned, alone in the dark. Perhaps that was unfair of her. That wasn’t how she saw Urianger, not in truth.

A forgivable portion of trust. And an overreliance on occult prophecy.

If Tamsyn were here, she would say ‘You ought to forgive them for their mad scheme working out. It’s making you sour.’ And she’d be right.

Tamsyn knows you as an enemy. One she’s faced in battle. Alone.

Caswyn clenched her jaw. She still felt so much guilt around that. That Raha had happened to steal her away the same night Tamsyn first faced Elidibus on the battlefields of Ghimlyt. Tamsyn and her had faced countless dangers before, but always together. Elidibus was quite possibly their most dangerous foe yet, and she hadn’t been there when—

No, no, that will just make the winds blow faster, she told herself, I’m trying to take stock here. Measure before cutting.

She couldn’t help but recall something Tamsyn had said recently that had startled her, rattled her, shaken the very core of her strategic view—though she had been talking about the late Emet-Selch: “Caswyn, has an Ascian ever lied to us?”

Has an Ascian ever lied to us? she wondered, Elidibus, you would certainly like us to believe that you have not. Emmisary. Teacher. Judge. The others are decietful. Their words are as poisoned knives that they wield to bring their chaotic visions to life, but not you Elidibus. You’re different. We can trust you.

Caswyn had been surprised at how tolerant of Emet’s antics Tamsyn had been. Caswyn had known better than to let it show, but she had seethed at the Ascian’s disdain for life and those who lived it. She was so certain that it was naught but a calculated act of performative atrocity designed to goad them into a misstep or overreach, but Tamsyn never seemed to worry about it. Around Emet-Selch, Tamsyn had the easy confidence of a warrior who had a total read on a foe.

No, not a foe. Tamsyn treats Elidibus as a foe. She treated Emet like a rival.

Emet-Selch had always seemed overly preoccupied with Tamsyn, in a way he never was with the rest of the Scions. In a similar way, Caswyn had always held Elidibus’ focus.

If only I knew why. Perhaps that, in and of itself, is a weapon I can bring to bear against you.

A knock on the door, then a key in the lock, and Tamsyn’s face peering in from the hall. “Caswyn? I know I’m early, but—“

“No, you’re right on time. He’s not a liar, he’s the eye of the storm.” Tamsyn shut the door and waited for Caswyn to explain herself. “He’s honest about what he is, and what he wants. It’s true that he can offer you a reprieve from the chaos sown by his compatriots, if you follow him closely, but only because he’s at the center of their schemes. That’s his place in it, and that’s how he misleads without lying.”

Caswyn had sat up from where she had been lying on the floor, and Tamsyn had sat down beside her.

“But that can wait,” said Caswyn, “I want to talk about Ghmlyt. And Emet. And what we saw in Amaurot—“

“Hey, take a breath first, that’s three things,” said Tamsyn.

Caswyn smiled and did so. “Sorry. What I meant was, we can start with any of those, but I want to hear your thoughts on all of them.”

[leportraitducadavre]

Heyyy

So, I'm a fanfic wiriter and yk, we usually do our own analysis on a character to write them the most loyal to canon possible, and I was thinking of the team Minato, in specific of Obito and how his destiny was afected by others.

Like, in the first we don't see him with other Uchihas, and yet he's kinda of obsessed with the idea of the sharingan, maybe I'm just reading too much but I think he wasn't so close to his clan.

And then, we have the Team Minato, Kakashi is his rival, and he never won on a fight with him as kid, and that's frustrating, but if you think of it, Minato really didn't teach anything to his students, in war Minato didn't know about Kakashi's chidori, Rin doesn't show much of any big fight hability he could've teach her and Obito doesn't seem to learn nothing from him, so yeah, a bad teacher if you ask me.

When Obito encounters Madara, it's obvious to me that Madara sees all of it. He sees how Obito didn't receive much love or how he wasn't trained so well to be a shinobi, which means he's vulnerable to manipulation, and he uses it.

When Rin die, Obito gets the Mangekyo, but more important he losts what was his anchor to """morality""" and there is, where I think he gets Madara's plan, I see it more like giving up on himself amd his own ideals.

I, to myself, think that Obito doesn't know how to deal with his emotions and that's what makes him so obsessed with Rin, or he just uses it as a lie for himself, to not think that he's alive for nothing.

He killing Minato for Rin death is almost fair. This man, didn't teach anything to this kids and couldn't protect them for nothing in the word.

In my seeing, Obito's redemption is the worst write of his character, I hate this end for him, like Naruto, a person he never talked and has nothing to do with him (ninetails apart) just changes his mind out of nothing!! This makes me so angry, like c'mon, Obito is a traumatized man from war and shinobi system, and Naruto just bring him to believe in it like he didn't pass like 20 years out of it.

Like Obito (like most of the character of the show) deserved a better writing, and his relationships, principally with Kakashi should have been more worked on.

I kind of can being unfair here, but Obito is one of my favorite characters, like his intelligence to manipulate people and his fighting skill are wonderful, but his writing could been so much better!!

So any thoughts on it? What do you think?

(I'm sorry if my english is bad, it's not my first language)

I don’t think it’s fair to say Obito deserved a better writing, because his characterization is flawless until the very last second, when he surrenders to Naruto’s perspective; I also think people blow Obito’s obsession with Rin out of proportion; yes, she was a catalist and basically the reflection of Obito’s morality -so when she died, so did Obito’s moral parameter; but everything he did after, while having her in mind as her death was a consequence of the shinoby structure, goes beyond her. 

He moved past her and his infant crush to focus on the nature of the military culture. He is a man in his thirties, Rin is the only memory he possesses of a time when he was happy and full of hope, away from the resentment and frustrations he feels now.

I have three posts about Obito (my second favorite character in the whole series) if you want to read more about my thoughts:

How Sasuke and Obito surpassed their role in the manga.

Obito Uchiha. A character ruined by the fandom and his relationship with Minato.

Obito’s redeemers. A small debunk of their arguments.

[thisgirlnamedblusy]

Can I request a teacher x student with Marilyn and reader? Yoko is teasing reader in the middle of their botany class about having a secret relationship with Marilyn because of the closeness between the two. Marilyn overhears and asks reader to stay behind class to “discuss” about her assignment matters. Reader and Marilyn’s “fwb relationship” doesn’t happen on the daily, so when they sleep with each other, it’s one of the best nights reader has ever had because of how skilled Marilyn is.

Idk why, but I imagine Marilyn being one who whimpers and let’s out high pitched moans whenever she rides readers lap, so can we have switch!Marilyn straddling readers lap and she rides herself down until an orga*m as reader has her hand wrapped around Marilyn’s throat because it’s something she likes a lot. Second, can Marilyn switch up on reader and have us pressed chest down against her desk and holds us down at the back of our neck as she starts doing yk-

And in the end, can it be shown reader sneaking out of Marilyn’s lounge but Enid catches her and questions why there’s a wet spot on one side of readers clothed thigh? Reader is stunned on what to say because she knows that the wet area is from Marilyn’s previous orga*m so she gives a dumb excuse. Yoko is in the scene too with her brows raised only to have her eyes widen when Marilyn walks out with her chest heaving and a light layer of sweat on her forehead. Yoko doesn’t say anything when Marilyn walks away but gives reader this “you dirty little bit-“ type of look.

I know this is a lot so you don’t have to write it if you don’t want to. It’s just been on my mind for awhile. But I really appreciate your work. I haven’t seen many people writing about Marilyn, and looking through your account brings me life because this women is so fine oml

Yesss, here it is!!! I hope you like it, and sorry about the language mistakes

I'm not gonna tell you anything

Pairing: Marilyn Thornhill x Fem Student! Reader

Warnings: Smut

Word count: 2,588

Summary: You were hiding something, and you’re not in the mood to tell it to anyone

N/A: Requests are open!! I’m sorry if there is any delay, I’m trying to write them after work. I love you all!!!

“Eh, (Y/N),” your friend Yoko whispered, giving you a nudge. You looked at her annoyed. Of all the classes you had, botany was the only one in which you allowed no interruptions.

“What do you want?” You asked, in the most discreet way you could.

“You've been very quiet lately...” The vampire said, pretending to pay attention to the class.

“Seriously, Yoko? Is that why you’re bothering me?” You asked, noticing how clearly the girl was making fun of you, although you really didn't know why.

“Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't know you were so interested in this class.” Her mocking tone persisted, leaving you with an unbearable curiosity.

“Well, what do you mean?” You asked, making sure that Marilyn, your teacher, wasn't looking.

“I do not know, you tell me.”

“Yoko…” You growled, starting to get nervous.

"You know that there are no secrets at Nevermore, right?” She asked you, looking towards the desk when the redhead turned around.

“Yeah, you're all a bunch of gossips,” you said, deliberately kicking the vampire's leg. Yoko winced, but she didn't remove her mocking smile from her face.

“Oh, yes,” Yoko said, slightly lowering her glasses. “Tell me the truth, what are you up to with Thornhill?”

The question surprised you so much that you raised your knee involuntarily, causing a loud blow that the teacher didn't miss.

“(Y/N)…” She told you, looking at you with an authoritative face. Your cheeks were red and your nerves made your heart beat faster than ever.

“So, sorry…” you mumbled, noticing with embarrassment that the class had gone silent because of you. Marilyn sighed and continued the class. Yoko could barely hold back her laughter. “ You moron…”

“It is rumored that you were seen together the other day near the jetty,” the vampire whispered, not even stopping her uncomfortable questions.

“Yes, we were taking a walk,” you said angrily, trying to get the color on your cheeks back to normal.

“A walk, of course,” your partner said, in an almost imperceptible tone. So much insinuation was taking you to the limit of your patience.

“Look Yoko, leave me alone,” you said, without finding a better answer. “Mind your own business, will you?”

“(Y/N)…” Marilyn sighed, stopping the class again. You clenched your fists under the table as you watched Yoko cover up her obvious amusement. “Maybe you want to share something with us.”

You shook your head, feeling humiliated for the second time that day.

“I swear I plan to plant garlic on the balcony,” you said in a threatening way. Yoko stuck her tongue out at you mockingly, but at least she stopped bothering you.

“That's all for today guys, remember to bring your gloves tomorrow, we’re going to plant!” Marilyn said excitedly, clasping her hands.

You immediately grabbed your bag and made the intention of getting up, but escaping wasn't going to be that easy.

“Wait, (Y/N) stay a moment, I wanted to tell you something about the work of wild flowers that you gave me yesterday,” she told you without even looking at you. You stood still while your companions were leaving the greenhouse. Yoko turned as she walked, winking at you. You looked away and crossed your arms, indignant.

When the last student left the building, Marilyn went to the door and closed it, hoping that everyone was far enough away. Once she stayed calm, she approached you and grabbed you by the waist.

“What were you up to with your vampire friend?” She whispered to you, amused, brushing a lock of hair away from your ear.

“Nothing, today she was especially annoying…” You sighed, noticing how the blush returned to your cheeks. Marilyn laughed and kissed you softly.

Yoko was right. For a couple of months, you had an affair with your teacher, but you really believed that it was impossible for anyone to find out. During the day, things were normal, nothing out of place, just a couple of smiles when you passed each other...

The nights were different. They were full of kisses, caresses and furtive passion in her bedroom. You did not remember a similar experience. She was the best lover you could have. But, although you weren't entirely convinced of it, Marilyn decided that the best way you could describe your relationship was “friends with benefits.” You didn't agree, but you had so little time to see each other that you didn't want to waste it arguing.

“It has been very difficult for me to follow the class with you two whispering,” she told you amused, giving you small kisses while she spoke.

“Sorry…” You sighed, pouting. She broke away from you and leaned against her desk, not taking her eyes off you for a single moment.

“It's okay, (Y/N), but next time I can't be so condescending with you, or they'll start to suspect,” she said with her typical innocent smile.

“Relax, they already do it…” You murmured.

“What?” She asked, tilting her head. Your tone of voice had been low enough for her not to hear.

“Oh, nothing, nothing,” you said making a gesture with your hand to play it down. “Can I go now?”

“Are you in a hurry?” She asked surprised. You were a bit confused. The sun was shining outside the greenhouse. It was not a normal hour.

“No, but…” You said, frowning.

“If you feel uncomfortable, you can leave, you know we're just friends, (Y/N), you don't owe me anything.”

You couldn't help but close your eyes when you heard that phrase that you hated so much.

“We're just friends,” you repeated with a ridiculous voice tone, exaggerating her words.

“Are you making fun of me?” The redhead said, pointing to herself.

“Yes,” you said, satisfied. “Come on, why can't we be girlfriends?”

The time of day, and Marilyn's apparently cheerful attitude made you think that perhaps this would be a good time to talk about it. The redhead sighed and she gave you a sad look.

“We've already talked about it, (Y/N),” she told you in a painfully serious way.

-No, you’ve talked about it,” you said accusingly. “Do you think I'm not old enough to deserve more than being in your bed?”

“You are making conjectures, (Y/N),” she told you calmly, as if your accusations did not affect her. “I don't want to destroy your life. At any moment a girl your age will arrive and you will ignore me. It's normal, I understand. It's how it has to be.”

You huffed and shook your head, sick of meaning nothing to her more than a few moments of mindless sex now and then. You felt cheated, and it was not the only thing you felt.

“Okay, okay, I get it. I'm leaving,” you said, taking your bag and heading to the door.

“Honey…” Marilyn called you, trying to stop you.

“No, no "honey". Call me (Y/N), since we are just friends. I'll see you later if you feel like it Maril… Miss Thornhill,” you said, reaching for the doorknob with your hand. The redhead moved up to reach your wrist, grabbing it gently.

“Wait, please,” she said softly. “You have to understand, (Y/N). I do not want to delude myself and fall in love with you even more so that later you realize that I do not suit you.”

You jerked your head around and looked at her in surprise, removing your hand from the knob.

“What did you say?” You asked, taking a timid step forward.

“So that later you realize that I don't suit you,” she repeated, taking a step towards you.

“No, no, no, no,” you said, shaking your head. “I mean what you said before that.”

She was thoughtful, but a smile on her face told you that she knew what you meant.

“To fall in love with you even more…” She sighed.

You didn't hesitate, you threw yourself into kissing her passionately, as if those words had awakened something in you.

“Where's the problem then?” You asked, cupping her face with your hands.

“Okay…(Y/N). You win, we'll be girlfriends,” she told you, giving up. You jumped for joy. “But if you break my heart...”

You didn't let her speak. Your lips were faster colliding with hers. At first your effusive reaction surprised the redhead, who hardly moved, but apparently she soon got used to it, wrapping her arms around your waist.

“Well, well, calm down, honey,” she told you, pulling you away a bit. “Control your…”

There was no way you were going to let her talk and you felt her smile against your lips. Little by little the kisses became wilder, and not only at your initiative.

“We shouldn't…Here,” the redhead said as your kisses allowed her.

“Come on, just a little… No one will pass here for at least an hour…” You said, slipping her jacket around her shoulders.

“we have plenty of time then,” she said, giving that look that you knew, and that made you bite your lip involuntarily.

Gasps and grunts filled the room in no time. Your hands roamed wildly over your bodies and neither of you had the slightest intention of stopping.

“Sit down,” she ordered leeringly, pointing to her desk. You raised your eyebrows, but you obeyed, climbing onto the wooden table. She laughed and ran her hands under her skirt, pulling her panties to the floor until she was hooked on her ankle.

It was evident that although it did not appear so, she was in a certain hurry. You didn't care, she was the most skilled woman you'd ever been lucky enough to meet and you didn't care if it was something fast and disorderly or something slow and affectionate. You knew you would enjoy the same way. With a look similar to a predator, Marilyn climbed on top of you, kissing all the places that she found in her path.

“Stay still, honey. Mommy will take care of this by herself,” she whispered in your ear. She only used that nickname when she was really horny, and this seemed like one of those situations. You didn't know if it was because of the risk she had to do it there in broad daylight, or because she started a relationship with you. Either of the two answers was valid for you.

She placed herself in your lap and began to move slowly, rubbing against your leg while shy moans came out of her mouth.

The sensation of her rubbing against your body was painfully exciting, and even more so when you felt that moisture on your leg. You moaned at the situation and began to caress Marilyn, following her own movements.

Soon those shy moans became sharper, until they reached the volume they usually had. You knew that she was sensitive, and that it wasn't very difficult to push her to the limit, even with that simple brush against your leg.

Her rhythm grew rapidly, while you watched how she enjoyed her own actions with the indispensable help of your body. You could be like this forever. When her moans grew even louder, you decided to be the one to directly drive her crazy with pleasure and did something that you knew could push her over the edge. Decidedly, you brought your hand to her throat and squeezed gently, not impeding her breathing. Your action took effect and after a few seconds you noticed how her whole body stiffened and her moans became dangerously scandalous.

Relaxing a bit, you removed your hand from her throat and gently caressed her cheek.

“Wow Mari, you are indeed sensitive…” You whispered suggestively. She smiled and got up, standing on the floor and offering you her hand. You gave it to her and the redhead pulled you down to the ground.

“Are you going to leave me like this?” You protested, putting on the face of a good girl. She smiled and shook her head.

Before you knew it, Marilyn spun you around and shoved you against her desk. All glass objects were shaking. You wondered if they were trembling like that a few moments ago. Both your face and your chest hit the wood, while you noticed an intrusion under the skirt of your uniform.

You went to raise your head to say something witty or ironic, but a strong grip on your neck prevented you.

“Stay still,” she hissed, pushing aside your underwear, as if time was running out and this was the last chance to enjoy.

It didn't take you long to reach your own limit, and even more so if you had Marilyn's hand holding you tightly around the neck.

“Oh, fuck…” You said, when she finally let go of you and you could move again. An unexpected slap crossed your face.

“Don't say those words, (Y/N). They spoil your good girl face,” she told you, grabbing your chin. You stuck out your tongue mockingly and put on your clothes.

When you were already with the clothes in place, you took a look around. Desire clouded your consciousness so much that anyone could have been looking through the glasses. Marilyn came up behind and gave you a soft kiss on the cheek.

“You go out first. Then I'll do it.”

You frowned before realizing that your relationship was actually off-limits, and that it probably had to be that way. At least for a while.

You poked your head around the conservatory door looking for possible gossips, and when you couldn't find them, you sighed with relief and left the building.

“Hello, (Y/N),” a voice behind you said.

“Yiaaah!!” You yelled, at the same time that you jumped, scared.

You turned to see Yoko and Enid, looking at you with a sinister smile.

“Enid… You scared me,” you said with your hand on your chest.

“Where do you come from?” The blonde asked, without changing that inquisitive look, but happy.

“I…I…” You stuttered.

The werewolf frowned and looked you up and down.

“Has a tornado passed over you? What a messy hair,” she told you, getting a little closer. “What happened to your leg?”

You looked down and rubbed your thigh quickly before they could take a closer look.

“Nothing, I was… Watering the plants,” you said, wiping yourself on your skirt.

“The plants…” Yoko said now. Your two companions approached you, intimidating you a bit. “And I guess you weren't alone...”

You were about to tell a lie, when the familiar creak of the conservatory door interrupted your sudden harassment. Marilyn came out, and her condition probably wasn't much better than yours. She was breathing rapidly and a fine sheen of sweat covered her forehead. If they needed even more proof of what you'd done, there it was.

The redhead smiled as if she hadn't just fucked her student just a few moments ago.

“Hello, girls…” She said with her usual innocent tone.

“Hello, Ms. Thornhill,” Your friends repeated, pretending not to be questioning you.

Marilyn passed between you and you closed your eyes, knowing what it was waiting for you.

“Come on, let go now and put an end to my suffering, “ you said, clenching your fists. An elbow made you wake up.

Yoko looked at you and smiled evilly, just like Enid.

“I think you have something to tell us... The teacher's little girl…” Said the vampire, dragging her words.

“Shut up...” You sighed, knowing that she wouldn't let you sleep without giving her even the smallest detail, unless you didn't sleep in your room that night.

[whats-wild-to-you]

Dr. Daredevil (Jay Park AU)

Chaeyeon

I squirmed when I saw Jaebeom walking towards me. The corridor was crowded with doctors, nurses and patients. I wanted to believe he wouldn't be stupid enough to reveal whatever it was that we had to all these people, but with him I never knew.

I sighed a breath of relief when he just walked past me, nodding, as our eyes met.

To others this might just have looked like a cordial greeting amongst colleagues, but I clearly noticed the smirk on his lips, the twinkle in his eyes.

My stomach churned, and it wasn't hunger that I was feeling.

Thankfully, my day was very busy so I didn't get a chance to run into Jaebeom again. It was close to 10pm when I handed over the last patient file to the night nurse and went to my locker to change.

I had texted Soojung as soon as I entered the hospital this morning. Though I didn't say what was so important, I thought the fact that I wrote twice that I really, really needed to see her tonight would be enough to get her attention. But when I checked my phone I had no messages from her. The six unread messages taunting me were all from Jaebeom. I didn't have to read them to know what they said.

Sighing, I dialed Soojung's number. No matter what she was in the middle of, it would have to wait.

'Hello?'

"Did you not receive my texts this morning?"

'Oh, yeah, no, I- I did. I just- I haven't gotten around to reply. What's up?'

"I should be asking you this. You sound stressed. Everything okay?"

'Yes. Of course.'

"I'm coming over. Should I bring anything?"

'Snacks! Snacks would be good.'

"I'm on my way!" Frowning, I ended the call and walked out of the hospital, taking the shortest route to Soojung's place.

I didn't get very far.

"Stop!"

His voice made the blood in my veins freeze momentarily. Like a fool, I complied, my feet firmly pressed against the concrete. I slowly turned around on the spot and saw Jaebeom walking towards me.

"You're avoiding me."

It wasn't a question, but an observation. And we both knew it was the truth.

I contemplated saying anything, but then again what could I have said to appease him?

Noticing my inner turmoil, he brushed his fingers through his hair, letting out a strained breath.

"I didn't- I... I know I made mistakes, I treated you unfairly. I didn't want to be it this way!"

The wind blowing scattered his words around but when I looked at his pained expression, I could see sincerity in his face.

"Can we talk? Really talk?"

I nodded in agreement and watched as he grabbed my hand, intertwining his fingers with mine. Slowly he walked over to his car with me in tow, keeping silent even after we drove onto the main road.

I was so deep in thoughts, I didn't even realize he wasn't taking me to his grandfather's mansion. Too much was on my mind.

What does he want to talk to me about?

Was he really serious when he told me he wanted to be with me?

Was I serious when I agreed to give this relationship a try?

Since the car stopped, I looked up, realizing we were in an unfamiliar neighborhood.

"You don't live with your grandfather?" I blurted out, which prompted Jaebeom to chuckle.

"He thinks I do. I bought this penthouse apartment two years ago."

"Doesn't he get suspicious when you don't go home at night?"

He chuckled again, shaking his head, but it wasn't amusement that adorned his face.

"He thinks I'm at the hospital all night, busting my ass off."

Nervously, I bit down on my bottom lip as the elevator took us to his penthouse. I didn't know whether the topic was off limits when Jaebeom suggested that we should talk, but since he brought it up himself, I felt a little less guilty about asking.

"How did this happen?"

He answered my question with one of his own.

"Did you know I wanted to be a teacher when I was still a kid? It was my grandfather who forced me to go to med school. I was rebellious at first, but soon realized I was fighting a lost battle. So I complied."

"I'm sure he just wanted the best for his grandson." I offered encouragingly, but his face told a different story.

"He wanted to control me. He took me away from my parents and acted like he cared about me."

"I'm sorry to hear, I had no idea."

There were unspoken words floating in the air and I licked my lips, opening my mouth, allowing them to escape, when Jaebeom cut me off, smiling bitterly.

"Of course that doesn't excuse my actions, I know that, but at some point I forgot who I was, all I wanted was to appease my grandfather."

I noticed the change in tone when he said that last part, but decided to not pry on it. He had said he wanted to talk, so I assumed he was going to come clean, but now I realized he still kept some secrets from me.

For the time being I would be satisfied with what I learned today. I could always worry about the rest later.

"It's not too late to run away from it all." I said, more to myself, because I imagined Jaebeom was the stubborn type who held on to something, no matter how destructive it was.

"And do what?"

"Become a teacher. Do something you want to do!"

He shook his head and it broke my heart. "I can't."

"But you also can't go on like this. What if someone notices? What if someone starts asking uncomfortable questions? Will you also sleep with them to keep them on your side?"

He chuckled at that and for a brief moment his face lit up in amusement.

"Not sure it will work every time."

"Do you think that's why we had sex?" He asked, visibly hurt.

"I didn-"

Jaebeom

Chaeyeon's eyes darted around panicked. Did she feel bad because she made a wrong assumption and hurt my feelings or was she flighty because she thought she had been caught?

"I really like you, Chaeyeon!"

"You have a weird way of showing affection."

Instantly, a hand flew up to her mouth covering her lips, her eyebrows furrowed in anguish.

"I'm sorry."

Suddenly I noticed to distance between us. Chaeyeon managed to scoot away from me as much as possible, sitting on the edge of the big couch.

Plucking up all my courage, I slid closer to her, my eyes trained on hers. I was looking for the slightest sign of discomfort but she just stared back.

"I was mean to you because I wanted to keep you away from all that drama. I didn't want you to deal with my mess. But I guess I was being a fool because even when I tried to push you away, I secretly wanted to get closer to you."

Chaeyeon was biting down on her bottom lip again. When she caught me staring, she released it, the rosy colored flesh looked plump and inviting. Instantly, my lips were on hers.

I had told myself I would try to restrain myself, but in Chaeyeon's presence, being able to smell her perfume and drink in every detail on her face, I found myself turning weak.

I remembered how she looked in med school. I would be lying to myself if I didn't admit that I thought she was pretty back then too. But back then she wouldn't care about her appearance, walking around like a homeless person, wearing the same clothes for a week, hiding her beautiful face behind thick-rimmed glasses. Back then I thought she only cared about school and grades. Only recently I found out about her humble upbringing.

I released her lips only long enough for her to take a much needed breath.

"Jaeb-"

I placed my index finger on her lips firmly, only to replace it with my own seconds later.

She finally gave in when I felt her arm snake around my neck, pulling me closer to her. Her responding to the kiss like that gave me all the confirmation I needed to continue. There were times when I was confused about her because I couldn't decipher her relationship to Lee Kangmin. He was a thorn in my side, but as long as the two remained just friends I wasn't going to bring him up in front of Chaeyeon.

Careful not to scare her, my hand reach to the back of her thighs, slowly pulling her onto my lap. She didn't protest, and when I smiled into the kiss I noticed she did too.

Determined to speed things up, I stood up, carrying her to my bedroom. Gingerly placing her onto my bed, I began undressing her, leaving her in her underwear, before I started taking off my own clothes.

It had been less than 24 hours since we slept together but already I could feel that this time it would be different.

Chaeyeon

Scattered rays of sun peeking through the blinds warmed my face and I naturally pressed my back further into Jaebeom's chest. His warm breath nuzzled my ear and his strong arms rested underneath my bare breasts.

A sigh escaped his lips and I knew he was awake. Capturing his hand in mine, I caressed his long fingers, carefully choosing my next words.

"You're not incompetent. And you don't have to keep up this pretence. It's not too late to turn this all around. I will stay by your side and help you."

Even though I was whispering and he didn't respond, I knew he heard me.

Turning around, I locked eyes with him. He was still sleepy, his hair was tousled and I felt something within me change. No matter how scared I was for him, no matter how fast our relationship progressed, one thing was for sure. I wouldn't leave his side willingly. Ever.

Jaebeom

An alarm went off in my head when I watched Chaeyeon. I had seen this look before. Whenever I dated somebody, I tried my best to keep things casual. But once in a while the woman would catch feelings. That was usually my sign to end things. Now here she was, looking at me with the same expression. The voice in my head was urging me to do something. Get up, get dressed and get her out of my apartment. But the voice that was loud and firm in the past, was now only a whisper. There was another, much louder voice now, shouting from the depths of my chest. It urged me to hold her tight, keep her close and protect her at all costs. I didn't know what that entailed, but had already known that I didn't really had a choice.

Chaeyeon had already made a home for herself in my heart and it was now my responsibility to keep her safe.

"Did you hear what I said?" She whispered again, and the sound of her voice was like a thousand tiny needles pricking my skin, causing the most delicate pain.

I nodded, albeit not agreeing with her. She didn't need to know that though. In my mind I had already constructed a plan so that her mind could feel at ease.

Satisfied, she beamed at me. An act so casual, yet it knocked the breath out of my lungs. My life was a mess, I could literally see everything crumbling down around me, but here, next to her, I felt serene. Wishing I could bottle up this feeling and carry it with me, I reached out, ever so slightly touching the soft skin of her cheek. A warm feeling spread across my chest thinking how well she fitted into my life. Soon reality would catch up with me but as long as she was here, my safe haven, I knew I would be okay.

Chaeyeon

My mind had wandered off as I scrubbed my arms in the shower, only snapping out of it when I noticed that my loofah had bruised my skin.

Jaebeom had already left, but insisted that I stay and shower in peace. He must've known I had a lot on my mind. The only person who didn't know was me.

No matter how emotionally draining last night was, no matter how emotionally laden this morning was, Jaebeom and I made huge progress. There was only one thing hanging over my head like a dark cloud.

I had failed to tell Jaebeom about Kangmin, and how I suddenly woke up in his bed, with him laying next to me. I knew that nothing had happened between us, but I couldn't shake off that uncomfortable feeling that Kangmin was having some secrets of his own.

Lee Kangmin

I had just come out of a five hour long surgery. All I wanted was to shower and change into fresh scrubs. It was still noon, which meant I would be here for at least another ten hours. Rubbing my temples to ease the oncoming headache, I nearly missed Park Jaebeom as he stepped off the elevator.

A painful memory pushed itself to the forefront of my brain. I had dragged Chaeyeon up to the roof, needing her to know she could trust me, that I would be always there for her. Instead I had felt betrayed by her behavior, her constant urge to protect Dr. Park. If it had been up to me, I would've walked right into Director Kim's office and handed in both our resignations, grabbed her hand and led her out of here and back to Andong.

This stubborn woman couldn't see what was in front of her, her judgement clouded by Dr. Park and Dr. Kang. I needed to know what these two did and said to her, but I had no one to ask. I highly doubted that Chaeyeon would ever talk to me again.

"Dr. Lee, good morning."

Even the most ordinary greeting sounded like a dig coming from his mouth. I looked up to meet his smug expression. Since we were surrounded by colleagues, it would be rude not to greet him back.

"Good morning, Dr. Park." My tongue clicked as I more or less spat out his name. Soon the other doctors left, and it was only me and him.

My thoughts revolved around Chaeyeon.

Where was she? I hadn't seen her all morning. Was she sick? After I left her on the rooftop, I assumed she walked down right after me, but when I came out of the OR three hours later I noticed Dr. Ahn was looking for her. Did she catch a cold standing on the rooftop for three hours by herself?

No! Stop thinking about her! She obviously made her choice.

"Dr. Lee, everything okay?"

I ignored him, his voice wasn't laced with concern but with amusement. But he wasn't gloating either. Instead, he just appeared to be in a good mood.

"Sure, yeah. I'll be off then."

I didn't have anywhere to go, actually I had hoped to doze off for a minute, but I didn't trust myself to stay in the same room as Dr. Park for too long out of fear I'd do something stupid.

As soon as I opened the door I noticed Dr. Kang slipping in past me. He mumbled a quick hello, which I didn't take personally since he seemed to be in a hurry.

"Here you are!" I managed to hear him cry out to Park Jaebeom as the door slowly shut close.

Against my better judgement, I looked left and right before pressing my ear to the door, not even sure I would hear anything. Since it was noon, every doctor who wasn't in surgery was either taking a nap or on a lunch break. Patients were eating too so no one wandered through the halls.

After concentrating really hard, I was able to listen to their conversation. Their voices were muffled but I could hear every word fine.

'What's going on with you and Dr. Baek? Did you threated her?'

At the mention of Chaeyeon's name, I gritted my teeth. He better not have threatened her after I explicitly told him to stay away from her.

'What? No!'

Ignoring Park's response, Dr. Kang continued rattling. I realized he wasn't really talking to Park but rather to himself.

'She wouldn't say anything, but I noticed that her mind was elsewhere. I swear, you nev-'

'Relax! Chaeyeon and I are fine!'

I pricked up my ears when Park Jaebeom mention Chaeyeon by her name. I didn't think I've ever heard him call her Chaeyeon. Dr. Kang must've been equally stunned, since the room went quiet.

'Chaeyeon? Ya! Park Jaebeom! What's going on?'

Dr. Kang spoke after a while and I could hear concern but also irritation in his tone.

'We met. We talked. We h-'

Park Jaebeom cut himself off and I heard shuffling in the room, like someone was pacing up and down. My money was on Dr. Kang.

'I thought you couldn't stand her?'

Even though Dr. Kang tried to sound nonchalant, I heard the anger in his voice. Park Jeabeom probably did too, because when he answered he sounded really pissed.

'Chaeyeon and I are together, so back off!'

"What the f-" I quickly covered my mouth, thinking the two might be able to hear me as well as I heard them. Scattering away from the door, I slipped into the first supply closet I saw, desperately needing to digest this new piece of information.

Was this true?

Did he maybe say it to discourage Dr. Kang?

I too had the impression that Park Jaebeom wasn't Chaeyeon's biggest fan. Chaeyeon also ranted to me about him on more than one occasion, so why the sudden change of hearts?

Maybe it was really Dr. Kang who had set his eyes on Chaeyeon?

"That doesn't make it any better."

My hand had already gripped the doorhandle when I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket.

Can we talk? There's something I need to tell you!

"Oh Chaeyeon! What have you done this time?"

-> next chapter

[maddieautobot273]

Silk & Cologne (12)

A Miguel O’Hara x OC series - Link to AO3 (X)

Chapter 12 - Danger

Pairing: Miguel O’Hara x Female OC

Words: 3.2K+ words

Warnings: PG for some threats non-verbally spoken

Summary: Now it’s Lisa’s turn to deny her feelings, while Miguel and Peter B. realize Oscorp might go after her again

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Within a matter of minutes we arrived at the docks and one quick ferry ride later, we arrived at the small island where standing proudly, towering over us, the Statue of Liberty watched over the city. I had never seen it up close before, and it was pretty cool to look at. I had hoped to save this moment with my mom when she came to visit, but I suppose now was as good a time as any.

Toya and Touga seemed to stare at it in awe, both muttering to themselves in Japanese as they took some quick pictures on their phones as we walked.

“There’s the stage!” Hannah spoke up, freeing us all from our trance on Lady Liberty as we found the mounted structure.

It was a fairly large stage. There was enough room for a DJ set up and plenty of space for dancing. We’d have a lot of room to work with. “I’m already predicted a pretty intense routine here,”

“Right? Look at all this space,” Hannah beamed. “Now keeping in mind they might add in strobe lights and pyrotechnics, but still, we’ve got a lot of space,”

“So how do we wanna go about this?” I looked at my group members, eager to hear out their ideas.

“I can measure up the stage and figure out placements for the routine,” Hannah smiled.

“Toya and I will research METRO’S albums so we can get a feel of his music and figure out what moves will fit,” Touga had an eager grin on his face as he was already searching away on spotify.

Kasey crossed her arms, a proud smirk on her face. “Well, I took the initiative and messaged METRO directly,”

“NANI?!” The twins gawked at her in surprise. - WHAT?!

“You really think he’ll respond?” Hannah asked curiously.

He was quite a famous musician. I didn’t know too much about him, but I knew he was very successful, and with all that, understandably very busy.

“Well, until we hear a response, why don’t we follow Touga’s idea and listen to METRO’s music to figure out what kind of routine we’ll do?” I suggested. “It will help give us an idea of what his new song might be like,”

We all agreed, and after finding the security guards and explaining the situation, they agreed to let us practice for a while before the park would close. I felt the sea breeze blow through my hair as I stood on the stage, looking out into the harbor as I took in the view of the city. It was pretty nice to look at. I couldn’t imagine what the view would be like while swinging through the city. If only.

We did some warm ups before Touga played various songs from his latest album. He was the most familiar with METRO’s work out of all of us and walked us through the motions, showing and teaching us different movesets. He was a pretty good teacher. Turns out during his off time he’d teach dance classes for young kids back in Tokyo.

Until METRO’s new song came out or if he’d be willing to send us an early copy to practice with, this was the best we could manage for now.

We practiced for just over an hour or so before the security guard informed us that the park would be closing soon to start preparations for the festival. We gathered our belongings and as we were packing up, I felt my Gizmo vibrate as I looked over to see a new message from Gwen.

“How did your first day go? Tell me all about it so we can hang!” - Gwen

“Just packing up for the day. Meet up at my apartment in a little bit?” - Lisa

“Sounds good! We’ll bring the food!” - Gwen

We? Who’s we? I raised a brow at the message as Kasey and the others waved at me, calling me over.

“You better not throw a party while I’m there, my apartment is nowhere near ready for that,” - Lisa

“Bummer, I guess I’ll call off the discoball and strobelights lol ;)” - Gwen

I snickered softly at the message before lowering my wrist from my face as I met up with the others and we walked back to the ferry. After the productive day I had, I could totally go down for some good eats and hang out with my other group of friends.

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Miguel’s P.O.V.

It had been a grueling few hours of analyzing security footage, questioning other Spiders, and taking extra precautions to reset all the passwords that kept their spare day passes and gizmos locked in the vault for safe keeping. If there really was a mole in the society like Miguel and Peter B. theorized, they were making it incredibly hard to find them.

Miguel knew that the traitor had slipped the Oscorp guards the extra day passes, that much was certain. What concerned him was how they did it and for how long this little stunt of theirs had been going on. If they caused any trouble, the balance of the Multiverse was at risk.

Peter B. summoned himself into Miguel’s lab, arriving through a portal he fashioned from his Gizmo. “Just got back from talking with Peter in Earth-1997. He hasn’t noticed any activity with the collider since Doc Ock’s attack,”

“Nothing?” Miguel asked with a skeptical raise of his brow. “No chatter?”

“All quiet. The Harry Osborn of that dimension appears to be keeping a tight leash on things. He’s been complying with the Justice Department with their cease and desist order,” Peter B. explained as he snatched a spare empanada from Miguel’s bowl, noticing once again he had hardly eaten in the last few hours.

“So far,” Miguel added with a heavy sigh.

“Peter says he’ll keep an eye on him, and will update me if he hears anything,” Peter B. nodded as he munched on the snack, crumbs falling to the floor.

“Thank you,” Miguel nodded curtly in thanks to Peter B. before resuming his own research.

“No news here?” Peter B. asked as he went to lean against Miguel’s desk.

“No,” Miguel responded plainly before quickly adding. “Don’t get crumbs on my desk, Parker,”

“Alright, alright, I won’t make a mess,” Peter B. quickly moved away from the desk as he paced gently. “Do we even know for sure if the traitor is another Spider?”

“How else would they be able to get their hands on a day pass?” Miguel questioned, crossing his arms over his chest.

“Fair, but think about it. Those Oscorp guards last week; You think it’s just a coincidence they already had their own passes the same day of the attack with the Doc Ock variant?” Peter B. milled over his thoughts as he walked over and sat in Miguel’s office chair that he never used. He always kept it aside for Jessica if she ever needed a moment to sit down.

Miguel thought it over as he turned to face Peter B. “You think it was a distraction?”

“I’m thinking; What if they were already dimension jumping before that attack? Why go after the Spider through the portal willingly to an alternate dimension they know nothing about?” Peter B. rambled on.

“Unless they needed the Spider,” the gears in Miguel’s brain quickly started to shift.

“Like an experiment?” Peter B.’s eyes perked up.

“It wouldn’t be the first time a villain tried to research and recreate Spider-Man’s powers, right?” Miguel shot Peter B. a knowing look as the realization came to light.

“The only way to know your enemy, is to become your enemy,” Peter B. quoted. “Something like that, right?”

Miguel nodded, uncrossing his arms. “You did good today, Peter. You can head home. I’ll handle things from here,”

Peter B. stared at Miguel’s backside, studying his body language to decipher if that’s what he truly wanted. Peter shrugged nonchalantly as he stood up from the chair. “Alright then,”

He pressed a button on his Gizmo, activating a portal to his dimension. “Remember to take a break every once a while, alright Miguel?”

Miguel didn’t respond as Peter B. vanished through the portal before it closed. Miguel stood by himself in the darkness of his lab, the only sources of light were a faint spotlight hovering above him and the LED lights of the many holomonitors at his fingertips.

“Lyla, go through our database of known anomalies. See what villains have been popping up less that could match our I.M.O.” Miguel commanded.

“Yep, yep, yep!” Her voice sang through the room as another monitor appeared, filtering through a list of Spider-Man villains.

Miguel studied each of them carefully. There had to be something he was missing. Was the traitor from Earth-1997 as well? Or considering all the stolen day passes maybe they contacted Harry from another dimension.

Lyla fizzled into existence next to his face. A look of concern washing over her. “You think Harry hired the traitor?”

“I do,” Miguel nodded.

“Do you think they’ll go after Lisa again?” She asked with worry.

Miguel didn’t— couldn’t answer, the words failing him. But his nostrils flared as he took a deep breath, the irises of his brown eyes flickering red.

“As long as her dimension is showing signs that it’s repairing itself, I know she’s safe,” Miguel finally spoke.

“And if it falters at any point?” Lyla raised a brow at Miguel, hands on her hips.

Miguel offered her a stern stare. “I’ll handle it,”

“Well, you should probably warn her that Oscorp could go after her again,” Lyla suggested as she poked his cheek. “If she hasn’t already been thinking of that possibility,”

Miguel tried not to think about it. How she struggled to break free from that table. Her staggered and heavy breathing, smelling her fear and sweat that drenched her forehead. But the worst was when she called out, screaming for help. Hearing it in his nightmares woke him up last night, and he barely got any more sleep after that.

“Gwen should be with her by now. Jessica mentioned she’d be visiting her after checking in with Pav,” Miguel nodded softly, calming his breathing. “I’ll tell her later,”

“Tonight, Miguel,” Lyla narrowed her eyes on Miguel. “¿Comprendido?” - Understood

Miguel met Lyla’s gaze and couldn’t help but scoff playfully at her flawless accent. He had completely forgotten that he implemented that in her program. She just never used it before. “Yes, Lyla, iré a verla esta noche,” - I’ll go see her tonight

“Good!” Lyla smiles brightly as she poked his cheek again, a little more playful this time. “I think you two could use each other’s company,”

“Lyla, we talked about this,” Miguel rolled his eyes before pinching the bridge of his nose, mumbling to himself.

“You ended the discussion, I’m bringing it back,” Lyla grinned as she shut off a bunch of the monitors, directing Miguel’s full attention on to her, “Now let me give you some pointers on how to talk to her,”

“Lyla—” Miguel raised his voice an octave higher, eyes narrowing.

“For therapeutic purposes!” Lyla quickly raised her hands in defense. “Just because she hasn’t been talking about the attack and her powers back in her dimension, doesn’t mean she isn’t thinking about it. Now shut up, sit down, and listen up, boss,”

Miguel didn’t know what he was more impressed with. Lyla’s ever confident demeanor or the fact that he actually reached for the chair, sat down and listened to her advice on how to talk to a woman he wanted to connect with better.

///////

Lisa’s P. O. V.

“Wait, but Chai literally means tea, why would you say it twice?” I raised a brow as I munched on my noodles from my Chinese food carton.

“Thank you!” Pav, aka Spider-Man India sprang up from his seat, pointing at me. “That’s like saying coffee coffee, it makes no sense!”

“Pav, I said I was sorry!” Gwen’s cheeks flushed with embarrassment as she tried to calm him down.

“Sorry doesn’t fix the damage to my soul Gwen,” Pav frowned with a disappointed look before looking over at Hobie. “Hobie was nice enough to get it the first time!”

“I thought it was obvious?” Hobie shrugged with a cheeky grin on his face as he teased Gwen with his chopsticks who playfully swatted them away.

I laughed at their antics as I continued to munch on my food.

After dance practice with my team, I quickly rushed home to try and get a bit more cleaning and unboxing done before there was a strange sound that came from the roof and within moments I heard knocking at my living room window by the fire escape and found three Spiders poking their heads in.

As we ate, Gwen and Hobie introduced me to Pav. He had gotten his Spider bite just a little over a month ago and seemed quite cocky and confident in his abilities and responsibilities as Spider-Man. Maybe a little too cocky. But judging by his skills, he seemed to have the know-how to back it up. Not to mention a smashing set of hair.

“So in your dimension, India is only a single country?” He asked.

“Basically,” I nodded.

“Lisa’s dimension is. . . Unique,” Hobie answered after a slight pause.

“My dimension isn’t supposed to technically have superheroes. I got bitten by a spider that accidentally took a dive into my dimension,” I explained.

“Oh, so it was an anomaly, then? Something from one dimension that ends up in another dimension that it’s not supposed to be?” Pav asked. “Like Mr. O’Hara described?”

“That’s how Miguel describes them,” Gwen shrugged.

“I kind of like Mr. O’Hara. Kind of intimidating, a little scary,” Pav shuddered briefly. I could imagine he was recalling his first meeting with him before he broke out into a wide smile. “But wow is he good looking,”

I nearly choked on my noodles when I heard him say that. So far he was the bravest of us to even say that out loud. I noticed I was being watched and saw Hobie gently snicker at me. I shot him a warning glare.

Don’t you dare.

“You don’t say. . .” My voice trailed off, trying to find my composure.

“I really should ask him about his skin care routine and weight training, but I don’t want to get too buff, you know?”

“If you’re too scared to ask him directly, I’m sure Lisa could ask for you,” Hobie suggested with a knowing smile as he winked playfully at me.

Fate of my universe be damned, I will use my powers to hypnotize you and make you jump out of the window.

“Oh, really? You two are friends?” Pav asked. “I’ve noticed he doesn’t seem to hang out with a lot of the other Spiders during my initial visit,”

“Oh, I mean, we’re. . . Good acquaintances,” I

My cheeks flushed slightly as I huddled closer into my chair.

Why was I feeling so embarrassed all of a sudden?

My mind wandered back to the end of our match in the arena. Seeing the look on his face when I pinned him down, the sweat on his face, and then his laugh. That tender laugh.

I huddled deeper into my couch, munching more of my food to hide my blush.

Gwen could sense my tense look and decided to take pity on me as she nudged Pav’s shoulder. “Miguel just takes great pride in his work. Protecting the multiverse is very important to him,”

“Absolutely. But, if the opportunity comes up, I’ll put in a good word for you,” I smiled softly at Pav while my eyes flashed a silent thank you to Gwen.

We all ate in silence for a few minutes before I readjusted, moving on.

“Okay, I gotta ask, what do you do for your hair?”

“Ah, just the usual things, prayers, coconut oil and good genetics,” he shrugged like it was the most basic information you could know.

“Coconut oil, I’ll remember that,” I chuckled. “Well, I haven’t been with the Society for too long myself, so maybe we can learn from each other,”

“Oh absolutely! Ever since I met Hobie and Gwen, I feel so much better knowing I’m not the only one with this awesome gift,” Pav smiled in relief.

“I’ll teach you all the ropes, Pav,” Hobie smirked.

Pav gasped softly, giving Hobie an idolized look. “I’ve always wanted an older brother,”

I smiled at their antics. As I took another bite of my meal, I received a message on my Gizmo. I glanced down at the preview screen and froze.

“Are you free to talk later tonight?” - Miguel

Miguel wants to come over? Here? Tonight?!

Even if he had already seen my messy apartment once, it was still in desperate need of a clean. Not to mention I still had boxes to unpack. I took a deep breath.

“What’s up? Is everything okay?” - Lisa

“I’m. . . Not sure. That’s why I’d like to speak with you. I don’t want to interrupt your dinner,” - Miguel

He must know that Gwen and the others are here.

“I don’t mind. You’re more than welcome to join us. We have plenty of food!” - Lisa

There was a slight pause in his response as I could see the three little dots jumping up and down on the screen. Why were my palms so sweaty?!

“All good, Lisa?” Gwen’s voice snapped me back into reality as I noticed the three of them had stopped their own conversation, staring at me. “Who’s texting you?”

“Uh, oh, no one?” I chuckled softly.

*BING* 1 new message!

Hobie snickered. “It’s Miguel isn’t it?”

Pav gasped, bringing his hands to his cheeks. “Do you like Mr. O’Hara?”

“I think it’s more than likes,” Hobie playfully jabbed Pav’s shoulder.

“Like I said, we’re just acquaintances!” I stated as I briefly checked the newest message.

“Actually, I wanted to talk to you just the two of us,” - Miguel

“He said he finds me tolerable at best,” I clarified, glaring at Hobie as I stood up from my chair, cleaning up my mess as I brought it to the kitchen counter.

“You sure that’s all he finds you?” Hobie smirked.

I dropped my container on the counter as I turned my body towards him. If looks could kill, he would have been dead four times over by now.

“Hobie!” Gwen scowled him. She shot him a hard look before looking over towards me with a sympathetic look. “Don’t listen to him, Lisa, he just likes to cause drama,”

“Oh, I’m well aware,” I breathed heavily, trying to compose myself. “The boss is requesting a private meeting regarding classified information,”

“Say no more,” Gwen nodded with a reassuring smile as she motioned for the boys to follow her. “Come on guys,”

She opened a portal back to Spider-Society HQ. She made sure Hobie went in first as Pav quickly gathered his left overs, “Honestly Lisa, I don’t blame you. Mr. O’Hara is so bloody handsome— AH!”

Gwen shoved him through the portal, earning a laugh from me. “Take it easy tonight, Lisa,”

“I’ll see you later, Gwen,” I waved.

The portal closed, leaving me alone to my thoughts. I grabbed a pillow, screaming into it to get all my complex feelings and emotions out of my system. When I finished, I typed another message.

“Want me to save you some food?” - Lisa

“. . . Thank you. I appreciate that,” - Miguel

“Give me a few minutes to clean up and you can come over,” - Lisa

I brushed off my sweaty hands before I got to work to make the apartment and myself look more presentable and clean.

////

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[flowers-and-fichte]

Achim: *closes doors, locks them; then pulls out a lighter and heats up the handles on all of them*

Achim, interview: Last week, I gave a fire safety talk, and nobody paid any attention. It's my own fault for using PowerPoint. PowerPoint is boring. People learn in lots of different ways, but experience is best teacher. Today, smoking is going to save lives.

Achim: *lights cigarette, throws it in the garbage can*

Achim: Does anyone smell anything smoky?

Kleist: Did you bring your jerky in again?

Achim: *clears throat*

Novalis, pointing: Oh my God! Uh...oh my God!

*Everyone freaking out*

Schiller: Fire!

Achim: Oh, fire? Oh my goodness! What's the procedure? What do we do, people?

Novalis: The phones are dead!

Achim: Oh, how did that happen?

Heine: It's out in the hall!

Achim: No, we don't know that! The smoke could be coming through an air duct!

Goethe: Oh my God! Okay, it's happening! Everybody stay calm!

Achim: What's the procedure, everyone? What's the procedure?

Goethe: Stay fucking calm!

Achim: Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait!

Goethe: EVERYBODY FUCKING CALM DOWN!

Achim: No! No, Johann, no! Touch the handle, if it's hot, there could be a fire in the hallway!

Goethe, touching the handle: What does warm mean?

Novalis: Oh my God. Try a different door!

Achim: Not a viable option. What next?

Goethe: Don't run!

Achim: Oh! Here's a door. Check that one out. How's the handle?

Humboldt: It...it's warm!

Schiller: Okay, go to the back door.

Achim: Well, uh, another option.

*everyone is panicking*

Achim: Jeez! Okay! Settle down, everyone. No bunching!

Bettine: Oh! I forgot my purse!

Kleist: Leave it, woman!

Goethe: Get out of the way! Go, go, go!

Achim: Things can be replaced, Bettine! People, human lives, however, can-

Novalis, touching a doorknob: Ah! My hand! That's hot!

Heine, touching another doorknob: This one's hot, too!

Kleist: Okay, we're trapped. Everyone for himself!

Achim: Okay, let's go.

*everyone tries to cram through the doorway*

Achim: Okay, okay, calm, please.

Novalis: Get out of the way!

Achim: Have you ever seen a burn victim?

Humboldt: Move it!

Achim: Okay! Procedure, procedure. Exit options. Where do we go, folks? Use a what to cover the mouth? A what? A rag. A damp rag, perhaps.

Kleist: *opens a panel in the ceiling and pulls himself up*

Achim: Let's remember those procedures. What are the options? Okay, that's the wrong way. We've already tried that. Remember your exit points. Exit points, people!

Bettine: Heinrich. Heinrich!

Kleist: Stay alive! I'm getting help!

Bettine: Pull me up!

Kleist: You're too heavy!

Bettine: I only weigh 82 pounds!

Achim: How about 911? Anyone? 911.

Humboldt: *tries to break open window by throwing a chair at it*

Heine: *breaks vending machine with a chair and steals snacks*

Novalis: What do we do?

Achim: Use the surge of fear and adrenaline to sharpen your decision-making!

Goethe, to Schiller: Okay, I am not dying here. Come on.

Achim: *lights firecracker, which starts popping*

Schiller: What is that? What is that?

Novalis: THE FIRE'S SHOOTING AT US!

Heine: What in the name of God is going on?!

Achim: *pulls fire alarm*

Goethe, pushing a copy machine: Let's try this.

Novalis: Yes! Yes, a battering ram! Battering ram!

*Kleist crashes through the ceiling*

Bettine and Heine: *screaming*

Novalis: Go, go, go, go, go! *he and Goethe ram the door with the copy machine*

Humboldt, throwing a projector out the window: HELP! HELP!

Schiller: Oh, God! I'm about to die!

*Goethe and Novalis ram the door with the copy machine again*

Achim: *blows air horn* ATTENTION! Everyone, this has been a test of our emergency preparedness! There is no fire. It was only a simulation!

Novalis: What?!

Achim: Fire not real. This was merely a training exercise.

*Kleist drops from the ceiling*

Achim: So. What have we learned?

[cyanlastride]

can i tell you a story? for my own good, not yours. you have no obligation to listen.

im warning you now, its an unpleasant one.

the summer before grade 10, i made the best choice of my life. i was feeling a bit lonely, and inspired by my dad to try playing D&D. finding myself lacking real-life friends -- it was the summer, you see, the most barren and socially isolating time of the year, beating even christmas break -- i took to Roll20, an online forum where people meet and start TTRPG groups, dnd5e being chief among them. now, i grew up very closely to the internet. club penguin, nexuiz/xonotic, planeshift, i grew up socializing with people online quite often. but internet forums, even as dull as reddit, werent really my thing. hell, i only got this tumblr account recently. so, making the spur of the moment decision to make a roll20 account and reply to an LFG for new players was really quite a leap for me. a complete shot in the dark.

but it paid off. we had a bit of a rocky start after our first GM ran off never to be seen again, but one of the players stepped up to be our new GM and we played almost every week for almost a year and a half. i forged a strong bond with both the players and the characters -- at the time, i didnt really distinguish between the two. we had some close calls, a lot of near misses, and my character even died once. our party had two paladins, and i was one of them, so resurrection wasnt too big of a deal. eventually, though, we bite off more than we could chew, and land in some pretty hot water. specifically, an underground church full of rats. how we ended up there and the mighty battle that took place are wonderful and thrilling stories for another day. we had to stop the session mid-battle, i dont remember why, but we picked it up the week after. when we came back, we were prepared to fight to the last. if either myself or the other paladin survived, we could resurrect the party with the diamonds on the iron band i had forged around my wrist. if any of the other party members survived, they could bring the bodies up to the surface and get help. we just had to win the fight.

now, being a new player playing pretty much a pre-gen'd paladin, i went the standard plate armour plus sword and board. this made my AC suuuper high, enough that enemies could only really hit me on a roll of 18+. also, if they rolled a nat 20 against me, i had a magic shield that would absorb some of the blow and actually heal myself and my allies for a couple turns. so the only way they can actually hurt me reliably is if they rolled 18 or 19. i was facing off against some random rogue that i didnt know and didnt care to know. if i landed one solid hit on this lady, i could smite her into oblivion. she was a goon, basically.

a goon that rolled three 19s in a row.

a goon that killed me, and any chance i had of saving my friends.

rolling an 18 or a 19 on a 20 sided die is 1/10. rolling three in a row is (1/10)^3, or 1/1000. one in a thousand. that sounds small, right?

fate and chance make mockeries of our lives more often than anyone cares to admit.

we kept playing after that, made new characters, but the loss was real. that probably sounds stupid, especially to people that have had real people close to them die, but to me, my closest friends of the past year were gone because of a stupid chance.

ive taken small risks more seriously since then. i dont drive, and i stare drivers in the eye when i cross the street. im not scared of dying, but i want to see it coming.

when covid started, i spent a lot of time staring death in the face.

not my own death. i was/am unlikely to die from covid. i barely even go outside enough to be at risk of catching a cold. im young, and im healthy.

my parents are older, and less healthy. my mom is a highschool teacher.

ive spent the last 4 years thinking every so often about what i would do if they died. ive treated it as a real possibility that something could happen to them. ive been mentally preparing myself. even now that we're mostly out of the covid danger zone, that preparation remains.

i never considered what might happen if only one of them fell ill. when my dad messaged me that my mom was going into emergency surgery, i could handle that. when my mom was moved into the ICU, i was glad. she is getting the care she needs from experts and professionals, and shes doing okay.

when we get the call that my dad's father, who lives in a resthome in another city, hasnt been seen in two days and that the ambulance just drove away without loading anyone in the back, i can handle that. to be honest i really didnt know my pappa that well.

when my dad, my stoic old dad, breaks into tears after starting the sentence "they can't both die..."

thats harder.

one in a thousand.

its not as small as you think it is.

thank you for listening. my mom, my dad, myself, we're going to be okay.

[carmasi]

Mercenary for hired :  EP4 - Trip to  the Cave of Frozen Stone

As the morning dawn came, he opened his silvery eyes, he hadn’t sleep this peacefully in a while, not even when he was under the tutelage of his former teacher, he sat straight  with his bare chest and only his bottom, it was first light he always woke this early he wondered if his contractor had woken  by now. He wasn’t sure how to act around the woman, he was not good around women to begin  with , but normally they would keep their distance or leave him alone, this one was different though,  or so she appeared. He had convinced himself not to be swindled by the woman's apparent  good nature,appearances can be deceiving, he had learned this the hard way. He made his way downstairs  where the dining area was,  the hotel in Rachel was a far cry from  the places he’d stayed at “ so spiffy” he mumble between his breath as he looked around,though he never really took any missions that required him to stay at an hotel, they usually camped  out when hunting or he guarded a carriage. He brushes his hair back. The kitchen staff was there and there were maybe  2 other patrons “ Hello Mr. Wright” one of the kitchen  ladies  called out. He was caught by surprise  and stepped back.

“Oh.. right I’m sorry I was told  as much” she apologized before chuckling a little “Our male staff is currently on the back, but your companion Ms Kyrius said you’re free to have anything you’d like.. She usually takes her breakfast in the veranda upstairs, she may be there now” he didn’t  make eye contact with the woman  as she spoke though he made sure to nod at his understanding. He looked around  to  know where the balcony or the veranda as she called, she giggled “if you're looking for Ms Kyrius go upstairs where the rooms are and take the first door to the  right that’s where the veranda is” he blush was he that obvious? and what had come over him?  Maybe the guilt of refusing her invitation multiple times finally was eating him up.  He sighed and made his way upstairs “ shall we bring you something to eat up there as well?” the lady asked  cherry, he jolted, he really wasn’t too good with ladies.  She giggled, he nodded and continued his path.

He really wasn’t expecting her to be up so early in the morning, they didn't agree on a time as to when they’ll leave. She was after all,  a woman, a spell caster, not a hunter or a knight who’d  seek for the thrill of adventures. He took the door as he was told and  the bright light of morning sun blinded his silver eyes, his black hair blowing back with the wind when the scent of morning dew filled the air. Rachel was sure to be a desert but something about this moment in time, this place, made it look beautiful. His silver eyes linger on the railing of a small table and the figure of a blonde sipping on tea. She looked almost lost in thought, he was sure she hadn't noticed anyone that came in or out of the balcony as she stared into the emptiness. He walked closer, though not enough to be at her side, he still kept his distance. While he stared he noticed her guard was down, she was relaxed, she didn’t seem to have a care in the world so blissful. He looked around, and shrugged. Who would care to keep their guard up in a place like this? He frowned, remembering his own past. “L…Lady” he called out, stumbling on his words still, she looked back at him, her honey brown eyes meeting his silvery gaze, she smiled “ Wright! Good morning!” she greeted cheery, he blush “ are you ready for our adventure” she cheered again clasping her hand together, she didn’t stood to greet him, she didn’t tried to get closer, she had reminded herself  about  people’s personal space, and  given  the man disposition to women, or to her,  she would try not to make it more uncomfortable for him.

His brow raised, she wasn’t getting close as she normally would, she stayed put, something that he appreciated, though it seemed so out of character for her. He’s only spent a day and a half.. Well maybe two days if you count their time on the airship, but in that time, he came to know how  familiar she could be with just about anyone really. He thought maybe she was just one of those women who’d be flirty with men and  would attempt to get as close as they could to them, he had had  his handling with some of those. As soon as they entered the city though,  he noticed it was not just him, or men,  children, woman, anyone in sight she’d greeted, anyone she saw she even hugged, and everyone who saw her returned her bright smile “how could anyone be like that?” he though, as he nodded at her  question “great.. Please have something to eat before we depart.. I’ve had packed enough food for the trip and something to camp out if need be” she  giggle “ I’m embarrassed to say I am not the  greatest at directions but I  can get to Ice cave, I’ve been there multiple times already” she cheered positively confident that she’d be able to get to where they needed to. 

It was now the third portal they’ve taken through the desert field of Rachel in order to  get to the caves of ice,  as the mercenary  slashed through the corpse of another cobalt, and looked back at the blond woman beside him,  she too cast spell to remove the monsters that stalked them “ Oh goodness ” she mumble a bit flustered as the mercenary sheath his sword “I…” he  attempted to speak but stopped as her eyes meet his, he looked away almost instantly.  What was this pulling she had on him? “ I’m sorry” she weeped. “I normally use fly wings to get around the desert, And I thought I would be okay without them  given I’ve been there so many times” he looked  at her from the corner of his eyes as she fiddle with her fingers, she looked sad, not as she normally  looked, it didn’t suit her “I knew I was terrible with directions,  but gosh” she chuckle almost as if it was a joke trying to look at the map once more “ Once I got lost in the woods and my familiar had to fetch me out” she  giggled again her voice cracking even as she tried to make it a joke “ I’m sure I can figure this out, just give me a second” she keep looking at the map, and he sighed looking at her, as he swung his sword again at another Kobolt that approached them. 

She kept walking looking at the map,  he followed she hasn’t notice the amount of monsters that had  gone by and that the mercenary had to  take care of,  yes she had said to him he needn’t  to  protect her or care for her until they arrived at the cave, but how could he not  when she was so absent  minded? he groan and brush his hair back wondering to himself what would’ve happened to her if any other other mercenaries would’ve taken  her request. He looked around as they started to lose some daylight, they still haven’t reached their destination and unlike  the day,  these deserted areas could be cruel at night, and  some monsters were more active during these times as well. They entered another field as he looked around to assess their  situation “oh gosh I can’t see the map” she complained as she finally  lifted her head up “ wait… it's getting  dark.. .” she sighed and looked back at him, he looked alert  and more concerned with their surroundings  than anything else, so much so he didn’t notice her until she tug on his  cloak “uhm?” he let out as he looked to his side to find her close by, he  gulped slightly resisting the urge to pull away “It's getting dark… we should find a safe spot” she spoke softly as she let go of his cloak when she got his attention. He frowned when she did.. Why did he frown?  He asked,  why did it bother him that she had let go? ”y..yes” he mumbled softly as he followed behind her.

 As they walked to find a safe spot he had notice the only monsters they had to be weary off were minimal, a couple wind hills, and Roween, and the occasionally annoying and tiny anophele, he looked over at Kyrius who seemed to still be debating  at a place to  camped he smirked, she was terrible with directions indeed, she had said it but she was so confident that she’d be able to get them to where they needed to go without trouble, it was almost amusing how confident she was. To his right he saw a clearing under a tree, ruins surrounded  the  clearing almost like a empty campsite,  she may not have seen it as she continue to walk south, he raised a brow “ isn’t that back where we came from ?”  he asked internally before gathering his own courage he sighed “ c… come on” he spoke as he grabbed her wrist and pulled her along, she yelp as she was pulled he pulled her closed and covered her mouth “shh” he whisper close to her ear, she blinked twice surprise, as she looked up at him, his jet black hair covering most of his face but his silver eyes glimmer with the light of the moon above the sky. She blushed and wiggle away “s..sorry” she whispered, as he watched her for a moment, she was flustered, he was confused for a minute before realizing what he’d just done, he lowered his head “m-monsters ahead”.. He  stammered in an attempt to explain himself and why he had done what he did “ we..” he continued still averting  Kyrius gaze “ we just went by a clearing.. Seemed l-like a good place to c-camp” 

Kyrius nodded and stayed closed “ okay lead the way” she asked he  did as he was told and soon they  arrived  to the clearing and had setup camp she sat by the fire as she looked over the map he sat a foot away from her still she looked back “ do I make you that uncomfortable?” she asked sweetly, he looked up, he almost jolted at the question, he huffed as he blush “d-don’t flatter yourself” he spat , her gaze went back to the fire and sighed softly. He notice, his gaze meet the floor, he had this issue with any woman, all women, he wasn't used to their presence as a child he wasn’t around them neither as a teen he didn’t know how to act or what to say half the time they would just run away from him like he was a wild beast or a sick man “I-Im not good with w-woman.. In general” he explained, continuing almost as if to make her feel better, she looked back “ V..Vera said as much” he continue “Vera?” Kyrius asked confuse as she hasn’t heard the name, he looked up at her “ T-The woman in the guild” he responded “You seem to be  okay around her though” Kyrius  pointed out curiously as she was, she stood without him noticing and walked closed “T-That’s just… because I’m use  to her.. And t-the other in the guild” he finished as he explained, he had said his truth,  though not entirely, he was better, at least he thought, but  there was something about the blonde, there was something about Kyrius, that was different,  something that made him both nervous and excited, something he hasn’t felt before, maybe it was just how straight she was, and he hasn’t without intent,  or how familiar she became with anyone around her.  Kyrius sat back down, a little closer but still leaving a good distance between them. On a leaf she slid a couple pieces  of food, some fowl and a homemade sandwich next to him.

He hadn't noticed her approach because he was too busy avoiding the gaze of those brown eyes, too busy contemplating his own thoughts, too busy trying to figure out what it was that made her different. He  blink and almost jumped a foot  when he notice her next to him, she giggled “ you’re like a cat” she smile letting her face rest on top of her knees as she look at him still smiling “so skittish, but you’re so big, like a beast… a skittish  beast” she teased as she giggle, his cheeks burned red  yet again as he saw her, he blinked as she teased then looked again grabbing the food on the small leaf. As they finished eating  their dinner they stayed alert by the fire. He didn't let it die, the night started to become cold, he blew on his hand as he  took a peek at her.  Her robes looked warm enough, if it wasn’t because her midriff was shown “A-aren’t you cold?” he asked, she looked at him “me?... not really.. I like the cold..” she whispered slightly as she saw him “ are you cold?” she asked , he didn’t say much, she's gotten use to his silence and his stuttering by now, yet again she stood and walk his way “ here” she stood in front of him her hand extended as she kneel down  to his side, she held out a flame heart and hoover slight over her palm “It’ll keep you warm” she  mumble looking straight into his eyes, he hesitated, but his hand reached out as she transfer the item to him, her fingers gently caressing his as she did. 

He held it close, she was right it did keep him warm.. Warmer than the fire  they had goin “ you should sleep” he said straight, she smiled maybe he didn’t notice it, but she did “alright” she replied softly as she drifted to sleep, she didn’t move  she stayed by his side, close by. He looked her over from the corner  of his eyes as her breathing became steady and her eye flicker slightly, she was deep in sleep, he kept watch over night to make sure not a single monster came close. She awake,  before the sun came up, he was still up she tilted her head “ Go to sleep” she asked he looked back and shook his head “ I’ll keep watch… we’re traveling together, if one of us doesn’t get to rest, it will hinder us both ”she chirped, he refused  she chuckle and  sat next to him, he didn’t move, He wasn’t sure why, but he was getting strangely accustomed to her presence, was this how other people felt around Kyrius, and he hasn’t notice it before because of his disposition? or was there something else? he ponder as he peeked at her from the corner of his eyes “sun’s about to come up” she mumble softly not looking his way, she knew to keep her distance, she respected that, but also, she hated feeling alone, and distance, but she did her best.

As the sun finally light their path and they picked up camp they set off on their way. She stared at the map yet again  looking  in the direction as she tried to figure out where to go,  last she wanted was to get them lost again. As she did so though he stood behind her, he glance at the map briefly  and chuckle, she looked back “Wright?” she asked. He cough slightly as he was caught, then he sighed “m-may I?”  he asked fo the map, and so she gave it to him. He looked at it briefly before turning it around “W-why is the map upside-down?” he asked, her face burned in embarrassment how could she  has the map upside down all this time, she sighed “My mistake, give me” she took the map yet again flustered. As they continued their walk but even with the maps right side up it  had proven difficult for the warlock to find her way, before the  man took the map from her hand “C-Can you  point out  the location.. O-of the  c-cave?” he stuttered again. As he asked  she smile, it was  kind of cute how he did that “here” she pointed out as he looked over the map “Alright… come with me” he  lead the way this time as he grabbed her by the hand without warning, and didn’t let go until they  were standing  in front of a cave  from which cool air came and sound of drops of water could be heard “he-here?” he asked still holding on to her. 

Kyrius smiled and lifted up the hand he was holding on  “ yes.. This is the place” she giggled as he looked to her side, his cheek flushed then he  let go flustered he returned the map and covered his face with his bangs. She did nothing but smile and  press on “Y-You still haven’t said, what are w-we hunting” he asked as he followed behind “right.. She turned to him “ from this point. I am in your care… I hope we can work together to complete our mission” she said, her hand thug behind her back, a bright smile on her lips as her hair danced briefly on the cave small wind current of icy breeze. For a moment he was dumbfounded, how could she look even more beautiful than  how she had been? He shook his head,  the thought on his head not making much sense, at least not to him, he had just meet her. A couple siromas came around the corner as he was suddenly  alert,  he unfolded his sword, she lift an arms in from of him “ They’re harmless, they won’t attack unprovoked” she explained as she kneel down and pull out some pet food, the came to her as she petted them “ They’re actually quite cute, if you’re not trying to hunt them” she giggle “thank you~” she cheered as one of the Siroma offered her a glacier heart's been caring. He smiled softly,  gently, she was everything. He frowned at the thought, she was everything, everything he couldn’t reach.

[empress-simps]

Hi💖! Can I have a scenario with JJK boys ( gojo, sukuna, itadori, megumi, inumaki ) with gn! Reader who is very soft, cute and innocent. At first glance they look like they couldn't even hurt a fly or know a single swear word but in battlefield they change completely by absolutely have no mercy on their enemies and a motherfcking badass?? I enjoyed your squishy cheeks scenario and I hope you can do mind! I hope you take your time and do whatever most important to you first ༼ つ ◕‿◕ ༽つ (*＾3＾)/～♡

Having a s/o who's soft but a badass in the battlefield

▪︎Featuring: Itadori Yuuji, Fushiguro Megumi, Inumaki Toge, Gojo Satoru and Ryomen Sukuna from Jujutsu Kaisen

▪︎Pronoun: They/Them [Gn! Reader]

▪︎Genre: Comedy, Humor, Flyff and a lil bit crack

▪︎Warnings: uhhh violence? language and Slight nsfw in sukuna if u squint

note: Hello! Thanks for reading my work I appreciate it! and tbh the squishy cheeks are also one of my faves I'm sorry if this took so long I wanna write the scenario I think that will suit them sooo- Enjoy! Hope this was what u had in mind

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How dare you decieve this literal sunshine :<

When you charged at the special grade curse he felt like he was about to die again.

"NO! Y/N!" He shouted, voice raw and full of desperation as he tried to catch up with you but Megumi pulled him back.

"What are you doing!? Let me go! They might die! I-i can't lose them!" He yelled, trying to get put of Megumi's clutches as he could only watch in horror as you charged to the curse.

Yuuji turned limp into Megumi's arms as he saw you battle the curse with fierceness and a dangerous edge on you. He turned into the paper thingy HHAHAHAH

"W-what just happened..?" He stammered, eyes still transfixed on your form as you ran to him smiling and cheering.

"Did you saw me fight the curse Yu?! I took it down!" You cheered and spun around with him, sparkles somehow floating around you. Kugisaki tried to hide her laugh as she watched you spin around while Itadori just kinda... floats? He probably traumatized poor boi got a heart attack-

He still haven't recovered from the shock but he managed to stammer out a 'Yes'. He's still Paper! Itadori

He still couldn't wrap his head around the fact that you become an entirely different person when you fight.

He would probably shit himself if you ever get angry at him.

Ahhh my baby-

His reaction would be: 👁👄👁

Ope, sorry but he would clearly under estimate you. Not that it's intentional, he just thinks that you need his protection 24/7 because you just look so innocent and like you couldn't hurt a fly.

Oh how wrong he was.

Turns out he's the one that needs saving-

When he thought that he was done for, you suddenly kicked the curse in the face, seething. He almost thought you had an evil twin since he can't believe that's you.

"You thought you could get Megumi? Hah, fucker, DIEEEE!"

ExCuse mE wHaT wHy iS bAkugOu's SiBLiNg hErE-

Fushiguro just blinks at you while you fight the curse without even breaking a sweat, and did you curse?! He always thought his baby couldn't hurt someone but you're out there killing in cold blood-

It somehow warms his heart since you really care but he's kinda shaken to his core.

"Are you okay?!" You rushed to him and rubbed your cheek against his. "I was so worried! Don't worry! I'll watch your back so you won't get hurt!" You kissed his cheek, and just like that, any trace of you being an absolute op vanished.

He stammered, trying to ask a ton of questions but failing to.

Welp, It looks like he's the one that needs saving.

"Go honey! Screw them up! Kill them all!" Gojo let out a grin and cheered for you in the sidelines as he waved his arms around. This bitch i-

You giggled and grabbed your weapon, ready to show off to your clueless and worried students. "Of course! Wish me luck babe!"

"U-uhmm, Gojo sensei.." Yuuji gulped, worried for you. Even though he knows you're a special grade sorcerer he can't help but worry for you.

In the background you can already see them worry and being nervous

Gojo hummed, "They'll be alright! I know my baby can handle it!"

And just as he finished the sentence, you exorcised the curse succesfully. As you neared them, you have a shit eating grin plastered on your face as you took in the fsces of your students.

"We should invite L/n sensei next time when we spar!" Kugisaki suggested to her blindfolded teacher who just chuckled nervously in response.

"I would love to but-"

"He knows I'll beat his ass." You cackled, like kuroo as you looked over your lover who looked like he would pass out in embarassment.

"I did not brag you to our students just for you to bring me down."

Toge groaned in pain as blood spills out from his wound, rendering him immobile. When he found you rushing towards him he widened his eyes and shook his head rapidly, telling you to get far away as the curse is much stronger than they thought to be.

When he saw the curse approaching you and preparing to strike he felt himself grow cold as he desperately tries to use his voice, even though he already reached his limit. He felt tears prick his vision as he watched in pain in what he thought will be the end of you.

AAAACK DON'T CRY

Sliced.

Into thousand pieces. The curse didn't stand a chance against your speed and precision as you succesfully exorcised it.

He blinked; once, twice, a couple times, he couldn't really process what he was seeing.

You panted, hands on ur legs as you bent down to cath your breath. "That was a close one.." He stared in disbelief as your dangerous aura vanished and you approached him with a smile. "Are you okay? Can you stand baby?"

He shook his head "B-bonito Flakes." Then giving you a look that you better explain what just happened. You chuckled sheepishly, a cute but nervous smile appearing as you scratched the back of your head.

"Yes yes... I know I have to explain but let's get you patched up first okay?"

Never did he thought he would fall for a soft person. Not even once. Since he always find those types not worthy to gain his precious attention.

He figured out that there was something wrong with him since he's usually like more edgy type of person. Turns out he was wrong.

When he saw you in action he can't help but smirk and wolf whistle at you. He's also turned on but he wouldn't admit it outloud (save Yuuji cuz he's so ashamed by Sukuna's actions)

"Damn babe, you didn't tell me you weren't a damsel in distress-"

Sukuna didn't know if it was intentional that he got hit by your weapon, but when you apologized to him he automatically thinks that it was an accident.

"Oh no! Suku, are you okay?!" You fussed over him, trying not to burst out laughing so you won't blow your cover. He groaned in pain, you didn't exacly injure him since you'd feel bad when Yuuji takes over so that will do.

"Does it look like it?" He mumbled, not yelling since he doesn't want you to be upset with him. He becomes a putty in your hands, that's how much he's willing to do anything for you.

"I-im sorry but HHAHAHAH YOU SHOULD'VE SEEN YOUR FACE SUKU!" You booped his nose as he scowled, "You... I'll wreck you!"

You giggled, flashing him a cute smile and wink as you ran away, Sukuna hot on your heels.

You snickered, "Sure you will, honey."

[ravennm84]

Doctor’s Note

We all know how Lila fakes having different diseases and medical problems, but what would happen if she actually got sick and her mother went to the school to drop off a doctor’s note and pick up Lila’s assignments? Want the answer? Warm-Fuzzies and please enjoy!

Greta Rossi could admit that she was a bit of a workaholic. Being the secretary to the assistant ambassador of Italy, in a city that was constantly under attack by a magical terrorist, was not the easiest job in the world either. It took a lot of early mornings, late nights, and even some weekends to make sure everything was prepared for her boss. But that didn’t mean that she wouldn’t drop everything for her one and only daughter when she needed her. 

Right now, for example, Lila was trapped in bed with a nasty case of strep throat. The poor girl had a fever, white pustules at the back of her throat, and could hardly stop coughing. It was only due to some very strong medicine that she was able to stop coughing long enough to pass out from exhaustion. 

She had contacted her work to let them know she would be taking the week off, and the ambassador had been very understanding. Stressing that he knew how dedicated she was to her work and that it was good for her to take time off for her family. It was only after Lila was sound asleep that she made the phone call to her school, she wanted to make sure they knew why Lila was staying home and that she would be in later that afternoon to pick up her daughter’s assignments for the next week.

The principal, M. Damocles was his name, seemed very happy to have spoken to her and said that he would have her assignments waiting when she came to pick them up. Also, if she could bring the doctors’ notes with her, that would be very much appreciated.

Checking again that Lila was sound asleep, she left a note on her daughter’s bedside table that she was running some errands, would be home soon, and to text her if she needed anything. 

Arriving at the school, she was surprised to see everything running so smoothly and that the reconstruction after the two month akuma attack had been gone so well. She was impressed that she couldn’t even tell the difference between the old and new parts of the building. But then, she wasn’t overly skilled with architecture or building construction, so that wasn’t a surprise to her. 

A few knocks on the door and she entered M. Damocles office. She had only met the man a couple times, but he had seemed like a decent person. It was a shame that he had been akumatized for so long and she was curious about what had happened to cause him to be akumatized, but she wasn’t sure if it was proper to ask him.

“Mme. Rossi, good to see you. I understand that Lila has fallen ill?” He asked, spinning around to grab a blue folder behind his desk.

“Yes, the poor dear has strep throat and has been coughing nonstop for days.” Greta told him as she pulled the doctor’s note from her purse. “Here’s the note you requested, do you have her homework packet?”

Damocles looked over the note for a moment before nodding and looking at her expectantly. “Thank you, do you have her other doctor’s notes?”

Greta tilted her head in confusion. “Does she need more than one? It’s just strep throat, she should be back to school after next week.”

“No madam, this is all I need for her current leave from school. I was referring to the doctor’s notes for her tinnitus, arthritis, sprained wrist, and her lying disease. That last one especially, and any information you can give me on accommodating that one so we do not have a repeat of the incident last month.”

Nothing in the world could have kept her jaw from dropping. What he had just told her? “M. Damocles, everything you just said is completely false. Lila has no such ailments, and I don’t think there is such a thing as a lying disease, unless you are referring to pathological lying.”

The man blinked back at her a few times before raising one hand to rub his brow. “Oh my, Mme. Rossi, I believe you and I must have a long discussion about the things your daughter has been saying and doing since she started school here.”

Her legs were stiff as she lowered herself into a chair, a sick feeling growing in her stomach as M. Damocles pulled a different folder out from his desk.

~oOo~

Over two hours later, many truths had finally come out. 

1) The school had never closed for months due to akumas. 

2) When M. Damocles had been akumatized, it had been at night and did no damage to the school. 

3) Greta was not the ambassador, but a secretary. 

4) Lila did not suffer from any diseases. 

5) They had been in Paris since Lila had started school, no globetrotting whatsoever. 

6) She and her husband were not estranged, he had simply wanted to stay at his dream  job in Venice and she would never force him to leave it for her temporary assignment here in Paris. 

7) Lila’s grandmother was alive and had never owned or given Lila a foxtail necklace. 

8) The phone number on file was Lila’s number, not Greta’s. And the email was supposed to be ‘.gov’ not ‘.com’.

Damocles had also called one of Lila’s classmates to his office, Marinette Dupain-Cheng. When the principal told Greta about the incident from the previous month, she was shocked. Then Marinette told them her side of the story; all the lies, the threats, and finally setting the poor girl up to be expelled. Greta had never been so angry with her daughter in her life. Sure, she had been a good little story teller and actress when she was little, but she never would have thought she could be so cruel.

By the end of her explanation, Marinette was practically in tears.

When she mentioned that Adrien Agreste also knew of Lila’s lies, he was called to the office as well. He was a little more reluctant to talk about what Lila had been saying, but Greta insisted that she wanted to know what her daughter had been doing since coming to school, so he told her. If she hadn’t been disgusted before, she definitely was now. Getting Adrien’s father’s employees in trouble, lying about being friends with Ladybug all while telling Greta that she was a useless hero, sexually harassing Adrien while the boy didn’t even realize that was what she was doing to him. She had become a Gabriel model without her permission, which meant that Lila had likely forged her signatures on the contracts, so she would need to contact M. Agreste to get that sorted out. One of the things that surprised her was hearing that Lila had been akumatized, not once or twice, but three times! 

Not long after that, M. Damocles dismissed the children so he and Greta could finish speaking. He told her that, due to falsifying contact records and two months of truancy, Lila was likely to be expelled. Greta accepted this, knowing that she would have done the same thing in that man’s position. In fact, she already had a plan forming on how to thoroughly punish her deceitful daughter. And since Lila had basically been quarantined for the next week and a half, she knew exactly what to do.

First, she began the paperwork to have Lila pulled out of Francois Dupont, effective immediately and asked to go speak to Lila’s classmates. After hearing what her daughter had put Marinette through, she wanted to make sure everyone knew the truth. Damocles allowed this, first pulling Mme. Bustier from the class to alert her as to what was happening. The woman was appalled to hear what had happened but insisted that she had been in contact with her for months via email, to which Greta informed her that it was not her email, but one that Lila had likely set up to keep the school from contacting her. This shocked the teacher to the point where she heavily leaned against the wall and M. Damocles had to support her to keep from collapsing.

When Greta was finally permitted to address the class and debunk the lies that her daughter had been spewing, there had been a lot of shock and questions to follow. But when a girl named Alya began furiously typing on her phone to blow up at Lila, Greta stopped her.

“I’m going to ask that none of you contact Lila from now on.” Alya and the other students looked at her in surprise, but she continued before anyone could interrupt. “I have already begun putting her punishment into motion and know for a fact that it will not be something she will forget anytime soon. So I ask that you do not call, text, or email her. If she attempts to contact you, tell her that you are busy and can’t talk. If she attempts to invite you over or make plans for the future, tell her that you are unavailable or that you already have plans. If she makes any threats or rude remarks to anyone, please forward those messages to me, I will leave my number for you to do so. Do this so that I may move forward with her punishment without her suspecting that I have discovered the truth.”

Having finally had the wool lifted from their eyes, the students realized just how much attention Lila seemed to demand on a daily basis. So, by acting like they were too busy for her or not in the mood to talk, that will drive her crazy and be a nice bit of revenge for lying to them. The class agreed.

After that, Greta headed home to find that Lila was still asleep but beginning to wake up, if the coughing was any indicator. While still having the chance, she called up her husband back in Venice.

“Pronto.”

“Mio amor, how are you? How are things at the school?”

“Ah, mia bella, the school is wonderful, though I must admit, my urge to see you and Lila grows by the minute. When will you come to visit me?”

“Very soon, actually. I’m afraid that you and I need to have a talk about our daughter.” About thirty minutes and a lot of cursing later, Ciro Rossi was now completely up to date on the actions of their daughter.

“I wish to say that I cannot believe Lila would do such things, but I can’t help remembering that boy, Roberto, from two years ago.”

Yes, Greta remembered him well. He had been a very popular boy at Lila’s school; handsome, rich, from a very well connected family, and from what she understood, completely dedicated to his boyfriend. She hadn’t paid him much attention until Lila came home crying that Roberto had attempted to sexually assault her. Greta and Ciro had refused to let such a thing go unchecked and went to the police to report him. During the weeks to follow, Roberto was put through hell; bullied at school, he was beaten up a few times, his boyfriend broke up with him, and his name slandered all over Venice. They had believed what happened to the boy to be justified… until proof was provided that he was nowhere near Lila when she claimed to have been assaulted. 

She suddenly recanted her story, saying that she must have been mistaken and someone that looked like Roberto assaulted her, but the damage had already been done. The boy and his family moved somewhere far away, and Greta and Ciro were forced to pay restitution to Roberto for ruining his name and reputation. Through her tears, Lila convinced them that it had been an honest mistake and that she hadn’t meant for any of that to happen. It wasn’t long after that, Greta received an offer to be the secretary for the assistant ambassador in Paris. Lila had begged her mother to go with her, claiming that her classmates were now bullying her for what happened to Roberto. Wanting to protect their daughter, they agreed.

Looking back on it now, and noticing the similarities between Roberto and Adrien, both Greta and Ciro were disappointed in themselves for not seeing the truth. Which likely was that Lila had tried to get close to Roberto for his money and connections, and when he turned her down, she lied about the assault to ruin his life, much like she had done to Marinette. And when it came out that she had lied about Roberto, her classmates had turned on her. So when she got the chance to start somewhere new, with people who didn’t know about her lies, she took it. Not caring if she harmed anyone at her new school while repeating old habits. But they were not about to let Lila do the same thing to Adrien or Marinette. Once Greta told her husband her plan, he was all for it and began preparing things on his end. By the time Lila was done being sick, her entire life would have turned upside down.

~oOo~

It took a lot more effort than Greta had expected to hide her intentions for the nine days it took for Lila to get over her case of strep throat, but she had been making good use of that time. 

She had contacted Gabriel Agreste’s secretary and asked about any contracts that may have been signed. When she told her she hadn’t signed any contract and that her daughter would no longer be modelling, the woman had no choice but to accept this and inform M. Agreste of this development. The woman also informed Greta that such a breach of contract would result in Lila being blacklisted from the fashion industry. She agreed and promised that she would inform her daughter of this once she was better.

Greta then looked into Lila’s savings and trust fund, of which she had control of since Lila was still a minor. She drained the accounts to pay restitutions to Marinette for bullying and slander, Adrien for sexual harassment; and then sent the rest of it to Roberto, along with a message that she was now completely aware of the type of person her daughter was and would be adequately punished very soon.

And to keep too much suspicion off of her, Greta began mentioning to Lila how her father desperately wanted to see her after she got better, so after the doctor gave her a clean bill of health, they would be going to Venice to see him. Now that she was watching, Greta saw the twinge of uncertainty at the mention of Venice, but quickly covered it with false excitement for going back to visit her father.

As the day grew closer that they would be heading to Italy, Greta also noticed Lila glaring at her phone with utter malice. She might not have known what was going on if Lila’s classmate, Alya, wasn’t keeping her up-to-date on what Lila was telling them. Her daughter was attempting to tell the class that she was going to be going on a trip with a famous singer after she was better, but her classmates were doing as Greta asked and treating the lies as if they meant nothing. When she accused Marinette of calling her a liar while she was sick and couldn’t defend herself, the class stopped responding. 

One message that was forwarded to Greta nearly had her abandoning her plan and confronting her daughter at that moment. It was a message that Lila had sent to Marinette, who had shared it with Alya, who then forwarded it to Greta. It read:

You fugly, no talent bitch! You think I don’t know what you’re doing? Those stupid sheep were eating up every single one of my lies before I got sick, and now they won’t even talk to me! Just you wait. When I get back to school, I’m going to ruin you in every way imaginable. No one will want to be your friend. By the time I’m done with you, I hope you kill yourself. Maybe I’ll convince someone that you tried to kill me and they’ll kill you for me. Either way, you’re dead. And even if you show someone these messages, no one will believe you over me. 

Greta forwarded the message to Ciro as well. He called her right away to discuss other accommodations that they would be making for Lila in the coming days. There was something seriously wrong with their daughter, and they refused to turn a blind eye to what was happening.

When the day finally came that Lila was better and they were heading to Venice, Greta instructed Lila not to pack her more expensive clothes as she would not want to lose them if their baggage got lost. What her daughter didn’t know was that Greta was planning on selling all of her designer clothes, jewelry, her electronics, and everything else to continue paying restitutions to Marinette, Adrien, and Roberto. And it wasn’t like she would need them soon, anyway.

The plane ride was a bit nerve racking for Greta, as she worried about giving something away and Lila figuring out her plan; but if she did, it didn’t show. When they landed at Venice Marco Polo Airport, she had to resist her sigh of relief. The plan was almost ready to be put in action. 

When she saw Ciro waiting for them in his dress whites, her heart sped a bit more. The man was, without a doubt, the most handsome man she’d ever met, and was the love of her life. Being away from him for so long was difficult, but what else could they do? Her husband was a Capitano di Vascello of the Italian Navy and had worked very hard to get where he was. Although he was semi-retired now and no longer served on a ship, he had followed his dream and became the Vice Principal for the premier naval academy in Venice, Francesco Morosini Naval Military School. 

He had gone to the school when he was younger and always claimed that it was the best experience he could have ever wished for. That being in that school saved his life. So when he continued into the navy to serve his country, he made it his goal to one day become the Principal of the school that saved him, so that he could do the same for other students. And now, they would be doing the same for Lila.

Greta and Ciro had thought of admitting Lila to Francesco Morosini when she came of age, but quickly realized that she was not the Navy type and did not want to force her into it. That choice was no longer Lila’s and she would be staying at the military school where it was Ciro’s job, not only as a father, but as an administrator of the school, to keep a close eye on any problem children.

Ciro embraced Greta and then Lila before taking their bags and walking them to his car. Lila was talking at length to her father about all her friends at school, all the happenings in Paris, and even mentioned her boyfriend, Adrien Agreste.

“You would like him, Papa. He’s a model, a gentleman, and his father is the designer, Gabriel Agreste. And he treats me like a princess!” Lila gushed as she showed her father a picture of Lila kissing the blonde boy’s cheek. Greta had seen that picture and had even asked Adrien about it while they had spoken in M. Damocles office. Lila had apparently kissed him without permission when she took that picture, and then sent it to every girl in Adrien’s contact list to make it seem like they were dating. 

Ciro played along, asking questions about her classes, Adrien, the akuma situation that he had heard about over the news, and other things to keep Lila from growing suspicious. Sure enough, she prattled on through the entire car and ferry ride to Venice. Only seeming to look around questioning when they arrived at the Naval school, rather than their apartment.

“What are we doing here?” She asked, looking at her father in confusion.

The two parents dropped the act and glared at their daughter in disappointment and anger. “I’m surprised at you, young lady,” Greta started. “Did you really think you could keep lying to us? We. Know. Everything.”

They watched as her olive skin quickly paled. “What do you mean? I didn’t lie, I sw-”

“We know the school never closed,” Ciro interrupted, his tone leaving no room for argument or interruption. “We know about you lying to your classmates and teachers about having disabilities and diseases. We know about you changing our contact information on your school records. We know about you bullying and sexually harassing your classmates. We know about the threats you’ve made to that one girl. We know that you’ve been akumatized multiple times. We know the truth about what you really did to Roberto two years ago! WE KNOW EVERYTHING!”

With every word he said, Lila seemed to inch away from her irate parents and shrink into herself. At the same time, they saw the rage and contemplation in her eyes. She was angry at being caught and was already trying to think of a way out of trouble. Not that they would give her a chance to even try.

“But I didn’t li-”

“Lie number one, Ladybug is a useless superhero that let your school get damaged and spent months trying to deakumatize your principal, which is why you were out of school for two months.” Greta interrupted that time, pinning her daughter with a glare that she usually reserved for idiot interns who screwed up important paperwork at the embassy. “I personally spoke to your principal and looked into Ladybug. The school never closed. Ladybug and Chat Noir have always defeated the akumas and restored the damage thanks to their abilities. And you told the school that you and I were off globetrotting to places like Achu.”

Her eyes grew to the size of saucers. She was just beginning to stammer out an excuse when her father spoke over her.

“Lie number two, a girl named Marinette Dupain-Cheng has been bullying you because she is jealous of your relationship with your boyfriend, Adrien Agreste. We have seen the texts that you have sent that girl, the most recent saying,” Ciro pulled out his phone to read off of the text “‘...I’m going to ruin you in every way imaginable. No one will want to be your friend. By the time I’m done with you, I hope you kill yourself…’ Does that sound familiar to you?” 

“I also personally spoke to Adrien after I spoke to Marinette, and found out that not only are you not his girlfriend, but you have been sexually harassing him! You even showed us proof in that picture you took where you kissed him!”

“But that’s not sexual harassment!” Lila shot back at them as her panic grew.

“Any unwelcome sexual advances, requests for sexual favors, and other verbal or physical conduct of a sexual nature constitutes sexual harassment. Your mother and I memorized that when you accused Roberto of assault, which is another thing you lied about! And let me guess, you wanted to use that boy’s popularity and family connections for a leg-up, but he turned down your advances since he was gay. You didn’t take that rejection well, so you told us he assaulted you. Is that what happened?”

“How did you-” Lila interrupted herself that time by slapping her hand over her mouth, quickly realizing that she had confirmed what her father had just said.

“Well, congratulations young lady. You have earned a complete overhaul on your life.” 

“What do you mean?” Lila didn’t want to know, but it seemed like she had no choice but to ask.

“Your modelling contract with Gabriel is done,” Greta told her, noticing her wince since they weren’t supposed to know about that either. “I spoke with his assistant and discovered that you forged my signatures on the contracts to let you model. They were kind enough not to pursue legal action against you, but they have asked that I inform you that you have been blacklisted from the fashion industry, so that career option is completely closed off to you.”

“Your mother educated your friends at school with the truth. They know about all your lies and have kept us apprised of what you have been saying, the rumors you have been attempting to spread about going on a trip with a random music star, and were kind enough to forward that threatening message you sent to that girl, Marinette. They are no longer interested in being your ‘sheep’.”

“Not that you will be returning to that school,” Greta continued. “Your truancy has made that impossible, even if we did want you to stay there to face the consequences of your actions. Which includes paying restitution to the people you’ve hurt.”

“Paying!” Ciro and Greta watched as Lila’s right eye began to twitch as she snapped at them.

“Yes, paying. I’ve already emptied out your savings and trust fund to pay back Marinette, Adrien, and Roberto for what you’ve done to them-”

“You can’t do that! That’s my money!” She screamed, stomping her foot at her mother like a five year old throwing a tantrum.

“Money that you earned illegally modelling after forging my signature. And you are a minor, I am well within my rights to take that money to pay for the damages you have incurred. I will also be selling your laptop, tablet, mobile phone, as well as the clothes and jewelry you left in Paris. Seeing as you won’t be needing them anymore.”

As she said this, Lila clutched her phone and hugged it against her chest. “How am I supposed to talk to anyone without my phone?”

“Pen and paper, and if you need to speak with your mother, there’s my office phone or the payphone in the barracks, where you will be staying.” 

The girl’s eyes grew impossibly wide as she looked at her parents in a panic. They couldn’t mean…

Ciro smiled the smile that he used to greet the families whose children were in need of discipline. “Welcome to Francesco Morosini Naval Military School, where we strive to give children an education that will help them for their future and the world that waits for them.”

~oOo~

There had been a lot of begging, crying, and screaming after that as Lila did everything she could to try and change her parents’ minds. This was a total nightmare for her. Forced to wear a uniform she hated. Surrounded by students, teachers, and her father; all of whom knew that she was a liar. No one gave her the type of attention she craved, but everyone was giving her the overly watchful attention she despised. She couldn’t even enjoy becoming an akuma anymore, as she was far out of Hawkmoth’s reach.

Greta and Ciro had gone out to dinner afterwards in an attempt to de-stress, only to get a call an hour later that Lila had tried to steal a boat and run away from the school. She was put on a 24/7 watch after that, now required to wear a tracking monitor wherever she went and was on bathroom and floor cleaning duty for the foreseeable future.

When Greta returned to Paris, she went about doing exactly as she promised. She sold Lila’s electronics, clothes, and jewelry; only keeping a pair of plastic stud earrings that her grandmother had given her. She met with M. Damocles again to let him know that everything had been taken care of. She contacted the Dupain-Cheng family to let them know that Lila wouldn’t be bothering their daughter again. That was probably the most pleasant thing she did, as they were a lovely family and sent her off with a box of assorted scones, so yummy! When she had them send a box of goodies to her husband in Venice, he called her a few days later and begged her to send more whenever she could.

Lila absolutely hated seeing her father enjoy pastries from the bakery of her rival’s family. That, along with being forced to talk to a psychiatrist three times a week to make her admit that she was a liar and to figure out why she feels the need to lie. All while wearing a horrible uniform and actually having to clean. She was in her own personal hell. How she wished that she had never gotten sick.

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Mafia!Ateez reaction to their child telling them that a member is flirting with you

trigger warnings ⚠️ mafia themes, flirting, mentions of cheating, possessive behavior, murder, alcohol, sexual harassment (slight)

general taglist: @latte-fairytaekwoon @little-precious-baby @yunhobabygurl @multidreams-and-desires @purplelady85 @smallfrye​

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k i m  h o n g  j o o n g

„Where’s mommy?“ Your little son ran up to Hong Joong to be picked up by the mafia leader.

His eyes wander over the crowd at the garden gathering and when he’s not spotting you he flashes a little smile at his son.

„Mommy is talking to a man.“

Hong Joong nudges the little boy to whereas he points into a direction. Following the path around the house he sees you talking to none other than Kang Yeo Sang. His rival.

When Yeo Sang places his palm on your cheek you take a step back and frown at the boy. Hearing a cough behind you a smile escapes your form. The rival on the other hand rolls with his eyes and lets out a huff.

You’re quick to stand next to your husband and take your son into your arms leaving the two mafia leaders behind.

„You’re getting on my nerves, Kang.“

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p a r k  s e o n g  h w a

„(y/n)...“

You stood stiff in Seong Hwa‘s lavish office. Your gaze trained to the ground and your heart sinking to the bottom when he neared your form. He placed his cold fingers under your chin to raise your head. Locking his eyes with you a sigh escapes him.

„You know you belong to me. Why are you still resisting?“

„I don’t know what you are talking about.“

Seong Hwa engulfs you into his embrace leaning your head on his shoulder.

„Even our princess doesn’t like you betraying me. I will make sure you are not seeing him again.“

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j e o n g  y u n  h o

„And what did he say after that?“

Yun Ho caressed his daughters soft hair while she sat on his lap in their livingroom.

„That he will hurt her. I don’t remember so much... He was really scary daddy!“

With big glossy eyes Yun Ho feels his heart shattering. His daughter being so afraid for his light of the world.

He wouldn’t let Choi San get away with this.

After bringing his angel to bed he visits your shared bedroom to see you being asleep. You’re stirring and he can only guess that your nightmares are back.

With a gun and a sharp knife hidden in his suit he drives fast through the night. His team is already ready to blow up the place.

And with the final hit Yun Ho grabs the ex lover of his wife by his collar.

„I told you to stay away from us. That she is not your business anymore. What were you thinking?“

San struggles in his grip but manages to bring out his probably last words. „Kill me, but, live with the knowledge that she will never love you.“

He dropped to the ground and Yun Ho grasps his shaking hands together rage filling his body.

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k a n g  y e o  s a n g

When your son repeatedly told Yeo Sang that he really liked the guy that was around you since a few weeks he was relieved. It was good Woo Young seemed to do his job right. After the last attack he wanted the both of you safe all the time. That’s why he send one of his best men that he trusted with all of his might.

It was only when he tucked him into bed that he stopped in his tracks being deep in thoughts. He goes downstairs and pours himself a glass of wine. He jolts a little bit when you embrace him from behind and he turns around to eye you with a sharp gaze. Tilting his head you step back and flash him a small smile.

„What’s up?“

„Woo Young‘s taking good care of you, right?“

You frown and immediately know by the tone he uses that something‘s not to his liking, and, Kang Yeo Sang not liking something was bad.

„He is, he is doing a good job. I guess.“

„Hyun Jin likes him, too. But you know what he just told me?“

You absentmindedly reach out to him to probably cool down his anger.

„He told me that uncle Woo Young was really close to you. Close like ‚daddy‘, when I asked him what he meant with that.”

“Yeo Sang, he’s not. He is just friendly. Hugging me as a greeting nothing more.“

„You think our three year old son is lying to me? (y/n), I warn you, I know him. Don’t take his flirting attempts light hearted.“

You nod at him knowing he wouldn’t take any arguing.

„If you can’t stop him I will give him a different job.“ With a last sip he finishes his glass and roughly pulls you into him to place a delicate and territorial kiss on your forehead.

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c h o i  s a n

„Dad, I don’t know how to say this but... I am really worried for your marriage. I mean is everything fine?“

San takes his cup of coffee sitting down on the breakfast table in front of your fourteen year-old daughter. He really needed a moment to register So Ra‘s words.

„What? Of course everything‘s fine! Or what are you even talking about?“

So Ra‘s gaze is trained on the buttered toast in front of her a deep frown taking place on her forehead.

„Yesterday at the gala... and I don’t know if I am mistaking things, but, I feel like she was flirting with this CEO named Song.“

San‘s eyes widened and he quickly takes a another sip from his coffee. „Oh, ehm, believe me your mother has always had her effect on...men.“

„Yeah, but, dad - the guy was literally stripping her naked with his eyes - “

„Choi So Ra! Your words!“ So Ra gestures a sorry with her hands but she didn’t want her mother to be so close to other men. She loved her parents dearly and she wanted to have a marriage like them in the future.

„Really, anyways, don’t worry. Everything‘s perfect. If there’s a problem we would never lie to you, promise!“ He holds his pinky for So Ra and with a relieved sigh she links it like she and her dad always did.

„Good morning!“ You place a kiss on your daughter‘s cheek and send a smirk to San being proud you got the right information last night.

San looks at his two princesses and has to hold back a laugh. If their daughter only knew their jobs things would be more dangerous but in many ways easier, too.

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s o n g  m i n  g i

„What means ‚sexy‘?“

You nearly caugh at your son‘s words quickly drinking something. Min Gi also nearly doubles over laughing while typing away a text for his members for their mission.

„Dong In! I thought we talked about this already.“

Your son was a persistent person eyeing you suspiciously.

Min Gi places his device on the table continuing to eat the soup for their shared dinner. „It means beautiful, but, it’s not a really polite word, Dong In.“

„Ah, so Mr. Kim is not polite to you Mum?“ That indeed catches your husband‘s attention.

„What is he talking about, (y/n)?“ A sly smile leaves him.

You groan out knowing sooner or later your son would’ve told him. „Well, Dong In‘s teacher just seems to need a talk with me about our son occasionally. And today he told me that he thinks I am ‚beautiful‘. Right, Dong In?“ Your son wasn’t paying attention anymore but with a naive sigh he slurped the rest of his soup.

„He said mommy‘s a sexy thing.“

„Dong In!“ Min Gi slowly sits back flexing his arm‘s muscles. He eyes you with a hungry gaze while he nudges Dong In.

„Next time Mr. Kim is telling your mother that she’s beautiful you say that your dad thinks so, too. Alright buddy?“ Min Gi fist bumps with your son.

„Got it!“

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j u n g  w o o  y o u n g

Woo Young wasn’t really a jelous man. He knew his worth and he also tend to be proud of the woman at his sight. Your auro caught the gazes of many men and that only boosted the mafia‘s ego.

When a man was flirting with you it was for you to play by the game. Being raised into the mafia business yourself you knew how to handle those greedy bastards.

Woo Young only smirked in the back of a booth when someone sneaked into the seat next to you at the bar. His men ready at any given chance to beat up the poor soul that tried to take what was Jung‘s.

But - he also loved your sneaky site.

It was only a button that you pushed too far when your daughter went up to his daddy to cry about how you were not giving her enough attention at the big gathering. Like the father himself their princess needed the recognition from her beloved ones.

Woo Young‘s gaze darkened when he saw you being corned by the one and only mafia leader of the west - Choi Jong Ho.

„That b - “

„Daddy! You didn’t want to swear! Mommy told you not to swear!“

„Ahhh, you’re right darling.“ He turned around to give his daughter into Seong Hwa‘s arms - one of his members.

With confident steps he emerges your form at the end of the room where Jong Ho was busy playing with your hair while talking about his latest wins in the business.

„Choi. Would you mind keeping your hands to yourself?“ Woo Young was raging by now. You didn’t stop the rival from touching you and the naive smile you send to your lover only angered him more.

„Let’s ask the lady what she wants.“ Jong Ho wiggles his eyebrows at Woo Young and you mentally facepalmed knowing Mr. Jung would scream bloody murder in a few seconds.

„I am sorry Mr. Choi.“ You gracefully step into Woo Young‘s arms giving him the satisfaction of winning this little debate with his rival. Jong Ho laughs out loud and turns around to leave the two of you.

„If you want attention ask for it. Don’t make me mad, baby.“

You lock eyes with him putting on a pout. „This way it is much more fun!“

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c h o i  j o n g  h o

It was the final day your son got introduced to the mafia world. A big party was held for him after he was prepared for everything over months. It was also his 16th birthday party and you had tears in your eyes knowing he was growing into a man so quickly really assembling his father in many ways.

It has been Park Seong Hwa‘s presence that put you off. He was an acquaintance of your clan for a long time but you didn’t really like the guy. When he approached you after dinner, when you were ushering your son to dance with a girl on the dancefloor, you immediately knew he was going to get on your nerves again.

He made jokes, touched you and clearly invaded your personal space. For the sake of your peaceful agreement you played his game hoping someone would come to help you out of your misery.

„Dad, I will literally kick this guy‘s balls if - “

„I already know about it.“ Jong Ho‘s gaze is fixed on your figure across the room. He turns to his son and tells him to have fun. He would take care of the matter.

Jong Ho soundlessly leans into your side leading Seong Hwa to roll with his eyes. He places a meaningful and strong kiss on your trembling lips catching your weight with his arms to steady you.

Playfully he turns around to the mafia a smile adoring his features. „Mr. Park. I didn’t even see you there!“ You’re quick to leave the duo to get to the toilet knowing by the squeeze Jong Ho just gave you a few seconds ago.

„Still so possessive I see. Let us leave this by complimenting you on your still beautiful wife.“ He let’s out a giggle while eying the crowd.

„Thank you, Seong Hwa. Seems to be running in my family.“

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[drakenology]

Hmmm how about a school reunion at UA high (you can choose any men you like idc). The pro hero doing the freaky with you in an empty class, and it could be a friends to lover kind of story. (Just sayin if it’s a good idea ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ since it just popped in my mind)

i’m running laps... nonnie you da bestest!

Reunion- Izuku Midoriya

warnings: smut, cum, panty gag..? is that what you call it?, exhibitionism, raw sex, cussing, heavy teasing, use of alcohol, friends to lovers, cocky ass pro hero midorya.

If you told yourself about an hour ago that you’d be going to a high school reunion you’d call yourself a liar. UA was the place where you spent your best years, learned a lot and made many amazing long time friends. Even if your invitation was last minute you still got yourself all dolled up to attend.

UA’s entire campus was decorated for the occasion. Even though you were to all meet in the gynasiam, your old principal still knew how to host an event. As you walk inside the gym you see all the tables, some already filled with former students catching up with their old classmates. You notice that all of 1-A was in one assigned part of the room and run over.

You noticed you could hardly recognize any of your friends when you arrived, Kirishima towering over just about the whole class as he stomped around greeting everyone with his huge dress shoes. All the girls looked so pretty in their gowns, sparkling in the light as they walked by to say hello and walk straight to the punch bowl to chat; you following them when you see Momo and Ochako.

Todoroki, Bakugo and Midorya all walk in together looking like and absolute iconic trio. They all grew into their looks fabulously, practically every alumni stopping and staring as they entered.

Izuku greeted everyone with a warm smile you’ve always loved, emerald eyes shimmering in the lights above your heads. Izuku was always such a handsome boy. Though after all these years those boyishly cute looks were replaced by the strong and prominent features of a man. He wore a black sweater with a white button up underneath, the collar sitting on the crewneck sweater with class. He had on a silver watch and matching rings, dazzling cufflinks and charming shoes. His entrance made a point that it paid to be the number one hero, and any naysayer from way back when could respectfully suck his dick.

Izuku stops by the punch bowl when he sees you and all the girls standing near it, obviously he had to greet all the women who supported and helped him be the hero he is today. He gushed to Uraraka about how strong and powerful she’s become, doing the same for Asui and Momo as well.

When he saw you though, standing with your glass in your pretty manicured hands he had hug you. Even though you were only his friend, he often found himself stroking his cock to the thought of your breathy moans as he pounds you harshly against any and every surface, his hand reaching up to choke you as he fucks tears into your eyes.

You were admirable, strong and gorgeous. All throughout high school he watched you closely, witnessing your greatness before you topped the charts as a top five hero. He always wanted to be close to you, hoping your greatness rubbed off on him as you learned from each other.

Izuku got close, his scent enveloping you as he pulled you up to him by the waist and hugged you like a long lost lover. You find yourself sighing into his chest and he swayed side to side, his big arms encasing you in their strength and protection.

This is the same boy who couldn’t even look you in the face at school without turning beet red, all grown up and so confident in himself. He could charm the panties off of even the prudest of women, his once gentle voice now smooth and deep. “How have you been, Y/N? It’s been so long since I last saw you.” Izuku says, bringing your hand up to his lips to kiss it. If he was trying to seduce you it was working, a giddy laugh parting your lips as your stomach fluttered.

“I-It has been a while hasn’t it?” You grin, batting your eyelashes as he smiled back at you, sickeningly sweet as he refilled your glass like a true gentleman.

“You look great tonight.” He says, leading you over to a nearby table to sit and catch up.

“You don’t look so bad yourself, Number One Hero.” You tease, sitting after Izuku pulled out your chair. Izuku laughed sheepishly, having a seat next to you.

“Stop. I’m just plain old Deku.” He chuckles, raising his glass to toast with you. As the night went on, the spiked punch started to make you pay more attention to Izuku’s matured appearance.

He sat up tall, broad shoulders and big scarred hands as he took another sip from his glass. You watch closely as his lips wrap around the rim, wishing it were your pussy instead as your thighs clench unconsciouslly.

Your clit throbs as you watch him interact with all your other friends who had joined you at the table, his charming smile and velvety laugh making your heart run a million miles a minute. Izuku himself had fallen victim to the affects of the alcohol you both consumed, Izuku’s glance diverted towards the necklace you wore which hung teasingly above your delicious cleavage.

His palms sweat a little at the thought of your pebbled nipples pressed against his chest as he drilled you into the table in front of you both. Izuku’s eyes follow your curves as you sat, thighs squished and thick as your dress hung just above your knees.

What a sorry excuse for a dress, he thought. It’d be a shame if someone were to hike it up a bit to show off that ass he loved watching walk by in class. In a fit of lust Izuku mindlessly palms at your thighs under the table, darting his eyes up at you to see if you liked the feeling of his hands on you.

Boy did you. You bit your lip, your cunt aching as his hand grabs at your inner thigh and caressing the soft skin. He kept the conversation going with his old classmates, his hands palming at your panties as he hooks his fingers along the hem. His smile was so deceiving; innocent and friendly to mask the lewd actions he was performing just under their noses. You gasp, his fingers running along your clothed slit.

“Are you alright, Y/N? You look a little hot.” Izuku asks, keeping up his sham as he points out your heavy breathing. You nod, ensuring everything is fine as you feel his hands move your panties aside. You almost yelp when his fingers gather your slick, prodding against your weeping hole as he chatted with Todoroki about a mission they were on together. You turn your face away from the table, eyes crossing when he slips his digits inside you.

The agony of his assault on your pussy almost made you blow your cover, a mewl slipping past your lips as you gasp with every thrust of his hand; thankful the music and chatter concealed your whine. You turn back to the table and look up at Izuku again, who was already staring at your body’s every move with dark green eyes. He leans down towards your ear and whispers to you so sweetly you almost faint.

“Get up and leave the table, I’ll be right behind you.” His hands slid out of your panties, your mouth whining at the loss as you get up and excuse yourself. You tell everyone you’re going to the bathroom and walk out of the gym. You stand in the hallway and wait for Midoriya to come out, your mind racing as you try to process what the fuck just happened back there.

You couldn’t deny you always had a soft spot for Deku but you would have never thought those feelings would be requited. Shortly, Izuku walks out of the gym, inching towards you to pin you up against the wall.

“You’re so naughty. Letting me finger you under the table while I talk to our friends. You know what naughty girls get, right?” Izuku hums, forehead resting on yours as he ghosts his lips over your glossed ones. “I can’t wait to smear your makeup all over that pretty face of yours.”

You shudder at his words, Izuku leading you by the hand all the way to the end of the hall, an empty classroom seeming to be the perfect place to ruin you. You kiss each other with fervor, grabbing at each other’s bodies as breathy moans and gasps are exchanged. Izuku lifts you up, prompting you to wrap your legs around his waist as walks towards the empty teacher’s desk. He carefully sits you down, standing between your legs as his hands unzip your dress.

“Been wanting to see these since I met you.” Izuku coos, eagerly pulling your dress down to reveal your bra, your tits sitting pretty as his hands grab at them both. Your pussy started to ache again when he pulled your bra down, bare breasts pebbling in the cold air of the room.

And to make matters worse he was being so dominant, his sweet and charming disposition replaced with feral lust. “Izu- ah- w-we shouldn’t do this here.” You whine, lying to yourself about how badly you wanted him to take you on that desk, his fingers pinching your nipples harshly.

“Oh but you were so wet earlier. I could feel that greedy pussy sucking my fingers in deep. You’re not a very good liar, Y/N.” Izuku mocked, pulling your panties down. “Be a good girl and lemme taste you, hm?” Izuku crumpled up your panties in his hands and shoved them into your mouth, pushing you enough to make you lay across the desk.

Your legs fly open, Izuku’s face making its way towards your dripping cunt with that saccharine grin on his face. He knew he was about to devour you until you forget where you are, your moans and the feeling of his tongue delving deep inside your gummy walls the only things you can fixate on. He couldn’t wait to hear those pretty moans loud and clear, his lips meeting your pussy to sloppily make out with it, tongue kissing your clit with a groan at the taste of your sweet juices. Your back arched off the desk, hands flying into his hair as his lip trapped your clit in between the plush flesh and suckled gently.

“I-Izu-Izuku!” You slurr, his tongue reaching deeper bounds as he slid the muscle inside, wanting to draw more distorted noises from you, his final accolade for all he’s achieved at his young age.

You near your end, high pitched whines muted by your panties filling your mouth, shaking and convulsing as you drool all over them. Midoriya burned that image of you into his mind, your eyes almost forming hearts in their irises as he fucked you with his tongue. He groans against your skin, so eager he’s unzipping his pants before you can cum in his mouth.

“Uh-uh. I wanna feel your pussy creaming all over my dick, baby.” Midoriya huffed, pulling his length out of his boxers. You stare up at him with hazy eyes, tears streaming down smearing all your mascara, lipstick probably beyond repair too. He’s inside you before you can think, air unknown to you as he dived deep in your needy pussy without a second to inhale, to get your barings. You’re a spectical, moaning so much you almost drop your makeshift gag, Izuku’s fingers lodging your panties back inside.

“Don’t want our classmates to hear you screaming right baby?” Izuku says into your neck, sloppy kisses in time with his brutal thrusts into your spongiest spots. You’re sobbing, pussy making raunchy sounds as you claw at his back, cresent shapes showing proudly as Izuku worked you with his thickness.

“Oooh listen to you baby. Sound so pretty for me.” Izuku panted, taking your hardened nipple into his mouth as his eyes watched yours roll to the back of your head as he hit your cervix, smirking at your reaction. He hits that spot over and over again, the white hot pleasure so overwhelming you’re drooling all over your chin, throat hoarse from all the silent screams you let out into your panties that were practically lodged down your throat.

“Fuhhhhh!!” You slurr, clenching around his cock furiously, pussy drooling all over his dick as you came hard.

“Yeahhhhh. That pussy’s so fuckin good baby. Wan’ me to cum inside you? Yeah I’m gonna cum deep inside that cunt, give me another, c’mon gimme another!” Izuku grunts, hips pistoning as your legs are pressed against your chest, stroking deeply as he rubbed lazy circles into your clit.

You babble into the gag, so overwheled you have no idea what to do with your hands going from holding on to the desk for dear life and pushing at Izuku’s abs as a way to beg him slow down, to let you breathe but to no avail. You feel yourself completely lose control of your body, thighs seeming to vibrate as you hiccup and whine your way into another blinding orgasm. Izuku leans down and kisses your forehead as if to apologize for the brutality, splurting hot globs of his sticky cum inside you and panting into your hair. You lay back on the desk, gasping as Izuku pulled your panties out of your mouth.

“Our friends are probably looking for us, baby. We should get you fixed up before we go back out there. ” Izuku laughs, gesturing towards your completely undone hair and runny makeup.

You pull your panties back up over your ass, Midoriya’s thick cum leaking out of your cunt when you stood from the desk with weak legs.

Izuku turns to you and zips your dress back up, kissing your shoulder as you look around for your other heel. Honestly, you’re speechless. You don’t know what to make of what just happened, Izuku promising he’ll confess his feelings properly, take you out on a nice date when you’re alone again as he wiped the tears from your cheek. You nod softly, smiling when Izuku kissed your forehead, already knowing you want to have sex with Izuku just like that for the rest of your natural life.