#of course my wrist hurt so i switched hands. and then class ended. i went to see the nurse. she was not there. i was still nervous as hell

[outlying-hyppocrate]

to quote tumblr user crayoncloudcat, the "dickish entity" you speak of has returned. i can't sleep. my precious sims are distracting me though, that's fun

[vogueinnie]

HEAVEN OR HELL ; part. 2 TEASER - PART 1 - PART 2 - (...)

       ━ WARNINGS ; demon!hyunjin, virgin fem!reader

if you feel uncomfortable with the mentions of religion, please don’t read this story cause there are a lot blasphem, mentions of Lucifer and Mammon (Lucifer’s son)

corruption kink, fear kink, humiliation (and not only in a sexual way), mention of killing a cat, pet name (angel), manipulation, mention of alcohol (wine), reader is ashamed of herself, sir kink, nipple play, clitoral masturbation, grinding, very slight choking, slight possessive kink, no penetrative sex

     ━ WORD COUNT ; 3.3k      ━ NOTE ; part 2!!! the smut part is kinda... soft? but the naaaasty is coming!!! also sorry for that cliffhanger at the end zjfhdzfz. feedback are so welcomed!!

The sinister forest in which you walked every morning now was very different from the glittering glade you were used to. The trees were whopping and if you looked at them for too long you can see red eyes forming in the wood. Or was it your imagination ? No one never knows. No beautiful tulips, no cute birds tickling your ears with their cute whistles, no bunnies jumping here and there. Just dead flowers and a mortifying dead silence.

Everything was dead.

All the love and joy living in your heart were starting to fade away. You can’t even remember for how long you were stuck in this place you don’t belong. The time seemed to be unfairly long. The days were all the same, empty, but tormenting in a certain way. You even started to forget how it was, in Heaven.

But in your misfortune you were lucky. Mammon chooses you. He was one of the most powerful of this world, after all. You were constantly watched, mocked by the people living here for being an angel. But what was wrong in being good ? Hyunjin was walking you everywhere like a trophy, or a dog, exposing you to everyone with the leather leash he used on you the first time you both met. They all seemed both amazed and disgusted by you. 

“Why did Mammon chooses her ? Is she that special ? She’s an angel, how can he spends his day with her ?” were most of the words you were able to hear when you were around the devilish creatures. And Hyunjin never answers one of those questions, but his legendary smirk wnever left his face. It was ever more painful for you to understand that you were nothing but a toy for him. But what did you expect ? To be fully accepted as a sweet person ? Bullshits.

The only time he left you alone was on mornings. That’s why you always ended up in that scary forest near the huge castle you were left. Well, alone was a big word.

Jeongin was following you everywhere. He was Hyunjin’s personal and favorite servant. A strangely gentle and obedient demon. He looked young and pure, his beautiful angular face was surrounded by his dark blue hair. And you found that there were bright shades of red waiting to sparkle in his eyes. He was tall, not as tall as Hyunjin, but tall enough to be impressive.

There was no in between in this world. Demons were either painful to watch or absolutely breathtaking.

You were walking in the dead grass with him next to you, breathing the fresh matinal air. A beautiful black cat presents himself in front of the both of you, rubbing against your legs and purring loudly enough for you to hear.

A smile finally draws on your feature and you kneel to pat his head and scratch his chin. 

“Look, Jeongin ! He wants hugs, poor thing... You’re probably hungry... Jeongin nods, looking straight ahead. But it’s the first time I saw a black cat... Are they common here ? You turn your face to look at him with a smile but still, his mouth stay closed. Hm, yeah, I see... You whisper softly, a little discouraged by his constant silence with you, making you realize that you were really alone here.”

Still without a words, he resumes his walk towards the castle, silently asking you to follow him. And you did, with the cute animal on your step. You were playing with him, walking fast or slow to see if he was still behind you. A laugh escape your mouth seeing the fluffy cat struggling to follow your speed. Not that you were fast but he was a little bit confused.

You bump into someone not on purpose and immediately your blood went icy. Respectfully, and especially cause you were too scared to look at the demon in front of you, you bow your body so low it was almost painful for your back. But you better hurt yourself than being hurted by someone else. Especially in Hell.

“There, there, there... What do we have ? This voice... I knew you were stupid but not to the point of not looking where you are walking. His words were painful but you didn’t move an inch, not wanting to bother him even more. The cat behind you was meowing and if you could you would see the confusion on the man’s face. What’s this ? Jeongin, kill it.”

“No ! No, no ! N-no...? Your voice had suddenly risen to end up being very low. You lift up your chin to finally see Hyunjin in front of you. He was only dressed in a black silk bathrobe embroidered with golden pearls, his long hair was half-tied in a low ponytail and he was holding a glass of wine in his right hand. He... He doesn’t mean you any harm, Sir... He just wants a friend...? His laugh was cold and heartless and he was scanning your body up and down with his piercing eyes.”

Suddenly, you felt a cold sticky liquid running through your face and you just understood that he literally threw the wine in your face. Your lips were parted in shock and that’s the moment you could hear vicious laughs behind him. Of course, Lucifer’s son always need his public. He drops the glass on the ground, glass shattering into thousands of pieces near your feet. 

Hyunjin grabs the back of your neck, bringing your face close to his. Close enough to let his tongue slowly lick your cheek wet with wine.

“Remember when we first met, angel... What did I say ? A lot of things, actually. But you didn’t answer and he grab a handful of your hair.”

“That you wanted me ! A-and... That I was a mess... That you hated dirty things, Sir... You answer quickly with a shaking voice. He lets go of your face abruptly with a wide smile, nodding his face.”

“Yeah that’s it ! And what did you just make ? He pointed your face nonchalantly, making you whisper A mess with a tiny voice. A fucking mess, I hate it, in the name of Lucifer... I hate it ! His pupils were all black, you couldn’t even see the white in it. And you knew you messed up.”

He was hysterical and the screams, laughs and encouragements from the lower classes encourages him to act even more crazier. He grabs your wrist merciless to the applause of the crowd and he leads the two of you in the part of the castle which belongs to him.

Faster than you would have liked, you were in his room. It was always cold, not welcoming and way too dark for your eyes in need of nothing but sunshine. Hyunjin stayed silent but the creepy smile on his face was enough to makes you shiver in fear.

It was crazy how easily he switched from being insane to quiet.

Once you were in his private bathroom he made you look at you through the big golden mirror in front of the black marble bathtub. And you could see the damage, the deep red liquid running down your face, some strands of your hair are wet and the front of your black lace dress is also ruined with wine. You feel your back burning from his stares, and it’s even more humiliating than your physical condition.

“I think my angel needs to take a bath, don’t you ? You nod slowly, playing nervously with your fingers. What are you waiting for ? Go ahead.”

You look up at him leaning against the door frame, panicked. He raises an eyebrow and you shake your head. No, impossible. You probably misunderstood. Or he misspoke. How can you get naked in front of him ?

“Need some help, maybe ?” 

Still through the mirror you can see him approaching you to stand behind you. Your body was frozen, not that you were afraid, but you were mostly intimidated. Your aura may be a pink pale tone but his own was... Like a dark shade of the deepest blue. The ocean itself is bright compared to what emane from this demon. 

He puts your hair on the right side of your neck to have a full access of the left side one. His breath against your shivering skin was hot, and it probably burns you in the best way. The warmth and the softness of his lips against your skin were painful and you couldn’t help biting your lips and squeezing your eyes.

The inner fight you waged against yourself scared you more. Do you really want to push him away ? Or can’t you wait to be naked for him ?

Slowly, his long fingers trail the curve of your body, from your shoulders, to your waist, your hips, but strangely... Never your intimate parts. And you swear, at that right moment, you needed that more than you could ever imagine. Your body was squirming against his and slowly he grabs your chin with his thumb and forefinger.

“Look at you, angel. You open your eyes to see your back totally glued to his chest, making you blush in an instant. Don’t be shy with me, I told you. I’m your owner, there’s no need to be shy. You couldn’t stop looking at him and when he pushes his thumb against your lips you opened it to take it in your mouth and to start sucking it. He chuckles, nibbling your ear, his hot breath awakening all your senses. So nasty, are you really a child of God ?”

His last sentence makes you shiver. He was right. Did you deserve to be considered pure when you wanted him so badly ?

Hyunjin slowly untie your dress and the unknown feeling of being naked in front of someone was as arousing as scaring. Only his sharp eyes was touching you. As usual, he was looking at every details of your body and you can tell how badly he restrains himself to not put his hands all over your frame.

Why was he even nice ? He was almost hysteric few minutes ago. But the answer was evident... He was a demon, after all. They don’t need an excuse to act like crazy.

You didn’t move, looking shamefully at your body for reacting to every ones of his caresses, looks and words.

He takes you out of your mind, grabbing your wrist to lead you in the bathtub, hot smoke escaping from it due to the water. You put your body in it and you look at him undressing. He was as naked at you. His body was slim, his thighs and abdomen were muscular, his body was sculpted by the the God himself. 

How funny is it to think that when he’s the son of Lucifer himself.

It doesn't take long for him to join you, placing his body behind yours. You didn’t know if it was because of the water relaxing all of your nerves, or his strangely calm aura, but you felt good. Hyunjin grabs your shoulders to make your body leans against his, slipping his wet hands on your face to clean your features from the liquid that he himself threw at you. 

A little sigh escape your mouth and you allow yourself to pretend that you’re not in Hell. That you’re in your own room with all your green indoor plants surrouding you. You even have the impression that your favorite sugary smell is all over you, and you can even feel Felix scratching you neck and chin cause he knows how much you like that.

Wait... But you’re not in your room. And there’s no Felix.

Hyunjin started to kisses your neck slowly, licking your skin with the tip of his tongue, making you moan unintentionally. You open your eyes, ashamed of how pathetic you melt in the hand of the one and only Demon who can controls you. He probably feels your body tense and he starts to draw some invisible circles against your tummy.

“It’s funny how I want to protect you and ruin you at the same time. You bite your lips, gulping slowly just imagining the two situations. Yeah, it’s funny. How I want to take care of you, kiss you everywhere, makes you feel good. His words are accompanied by gentle caresses, he brushes your boobs with his fingertips, making you shiver and squirm against him. Even if he was behind you you can feel his gaze on your naked body exposed to him. How I want to hurt you in the goodest way, makes you beg and cry. He pinches one of your already hard nipple with two of his fingers and again, you moan softly. Isn’t it supposed to hurt ? Then why does it feels good ?”

He chuckles when he hear your voice, rubbing now your two buds in his digits. You can’t control your body and the sensation you’re feeling and quickly you came to the conclusion that you want more. You want to feel more, you want that heatness in your body to be more intense, to explode.

The back of your head falls against the crook of his neck and his strong woody smell makes you loose your mind. Hyunjin turns his head to put his forehead against yours while his fingers travel all around you naked figure against him. You can feel him everywhere and nowhere, it's like he can touch your whole body at the same time.

“Don’t stop looking at me. He whispers in a low voice, his eyes fixed on yours.”

You nod slowly even tho it’s difficult for you to stay focused when one of his hands glides along your exposed pubis. His other hand is still firmly gripped to your boob, massaging it in both a soft and harsh way. It was his power. To be gentle and rough.

Instinctively you open your legs. More, more, more. That’s all you can think about right now. And it seems that he exactly understand what you want. More. His long fingers run through your womanhood, wet because of the water, but not only. You can feel how burning it is, how good it feels when he slides them against your two intimates lips. More. You try to keep your eyes open as much as possible to not break the intense contact you’re sharing. A little oh escape your lips when he circles his fingers around that tiny, little, swollen bud. More, you want more.

“You don’t have that in Heaven, uh ? You never felt that good, did you ? You shake your head, half closed eyelids due to everything you’re feeling. That’s the real Heaven, angel.”

His wide black dilated pupils were magneficient, you couldn’t even think of looking away. He continues to rubs your most sensitive area and the hot water just help everything to be more soother and slicker. He teases your nipple, kissing the tip of your nose with a smirk drawns on his beautiful lips and you start to buck your hips up to feel more of the frictions he was offering to you. Slowly, you grip his wrist to push his hands even more against your intimate area. He chuckles, again, at your eagerness and soft moans crash on his lips when he taps your pussy. It was tickling, weird, but oh so good at the same time.

Slowly he grabs your waist to turn your body around so that you are facing him. And it’s even more intimidating to see Hyunjin with his eyes totally lost in the luxurious world. Almost automatically you stick your body to him, surrounding his waist with your legs.

If only you know that doing that made your pussy crash against his, you can really feel it, hard and pretty long dick. Your cheeks were now probably a bright tint of red. And you can see that he wasn’t in a better state.

“S-sorry ! I didn’t meant to do that, Sir !”

“Don’t be sorry, angel. Do it again, can you ? You nod slowly, pressing your two hands on his shoulders to give you a little bit of support. You move your hips slowly against his body, his hard-on hitting your core everytime you moved. Yeah, just like that, keep going... How does it feel ?”

Your only answer was to nod again and bite your lips. It felt too good to be real. Your two bodies stick together were hot and you swear, the burning flames in Hell wasn’t as hot as you. One of Hyunjin’s hand was grabbing your waist to help you move and grind above him while the other one found their way to your exposing neck. 

All of your body was covered with shivers and you didn’t know if the cause was his eyes on you, his hands gripping your throat without squeezing it, or your core sticking and rubbing on his rosy tip. 

“You’re mine. You can hear his hoarse voice whispering in your ear as he still grab your throat in a possessive way while his hand on your waist tighten it firmly. You’re mine. I choose you not only cause I know you were obedient... His hips buck up into yours, making the both of you crash your crotch together in a moaning symphony. Because I knew you were going to love it a lot more than you should.”

You felt light-headed for a moment. Hyunjin’s words was arousing, making you feel like the dirtiest angel. And it was too much. Too much new sensations for your body. The knot in your stomach were growing to the point that it was consuming you so you speed your own pace, helped by his hands, his breath, his moans, even his praises “pretty, hot, good girl” were the only words you were focused on. You felt enveloped by your devastating orgasm, your face leans back and a silent moan escapes your parted lips. It was difficult for you to keep your eyes open, your bordy starts to shake against his and you scratch his shoulders to hold on to reality. It was insanely good to be on cloud nine, a soft smile draws on your lip as every muscles of your body relaxed and tensed at the same time. 

You feel him chasing his own high, patting his veiny and leaking dick on your swollen and overstimulated bud. You wanted to escape his touch as much as you wanted him to keep doing that delicious feeling.

You let yourself totally go in his arms when the both of you come back down from your high. Hyunjin was as breathless as you and he rubs your back in slow caresses, kissing your temples with a little grin.

“I bet Felix never made you feel that way. You frowned your eyebrows, why was he talking about Felix now ? You lift your face to look up at him in a confused way. Oh, you probably didn’t know... You shake your head slowly. He was my servant. You both have the same disgusting sugary smell. ”

Your jaws dropped and you blink your eyes. Felix, the purest heart you have ever known was once... A demon ?

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[sturchling]

Hi, I love your stories and I saw that you accept applications, so I send you one, to see if you like it and you can write it. Somehow, Plagg takes the form of an adult (and handsome) human, and decides to destroy Lila. But not turning him to dust, but revealing his lies. To do this, use magic to pose as a school inspector or replace Bustier as a teacher(whichever you prefer).Tikki helps (either as a human or as a Kwami) Include class (Alya) and Bustier bashing. Im sorry if my english is bad.

Plagg was fed up. This liar was making everything difficult for him. Messing with his holder’s life and trying to force him into a relationship. As much as Plagg pretended not to care, he did care for Adrien. He thought Adrien should just shove the liar away and reveal her to everyone. But Adrien couldn’t just do that. His father had made it abundantly clear that if Adrien did anything to tarnish the way the public perceived Adrien and Lila’s relationship, he would not hesitate to pull Adrien out of school. Adrien’s hands were tied. Plagg had thought that Marinette might have been able to reveal her, cause Marinette had already made several attempts to reveal her. But she hadn’t had any luck in her endeavors and now several members of the class had turned their backs on her. Plagg had enough of this madness. He liked chaos, but it was effecting his holder now. Plagg was going to put this to an end.

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 The next day at school, Plagg slipped out of Adrien’s bag when he wasn’t looking and left the classroom. He entered an empty classroom and started a transformation. It took a lot of energy, but soon Plagg had transformed into a human body. Then Tikki appears from the wall of the classroom, zipping over to him. “You really look like a human. I hope your plan works. I’ll give you a little burst of good luck for this. It won’t last long, since you are all about bad luck, but hopefully it will be enough.” Plagg smirked, feeling her magic wash over him. “Thank you Tikki. Now head back to the class, you won’t want to miss the show.” 

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Once Plagg felt ready, he walked to the class room where his and Tikki’s holder were. He had learned by watching TV that sometimes people come to observe a teacher and make sure they are doing their job. Since Mrs. Bustier doesn’t do a good job, letting Lila harass Marinette and take over the class with her lies everyday, Plagg thought this would be the perfect way to expose the liar and make life easier for Adrien and Marinette. He knocked on the door and Mrs. Bustier quickly opened it, looking confused. “Can I help you?” Plagg smiled, “I’m from the school board, I am here to observe your class today.” Mrs. Bustier, although clearly flustered by this unexpected visit, quickly composed herself. “Of course, come in.” Plagg took a seat at the back of the class, and waited for the opportunity to strike.

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He didn’t have to wait very long. As they moved on to the next lesson, Lila raised her hand and said “Mrs. Bustier, my wrist is acting up. Could someone take the notes for me? I tried to push through it, but it hurts to much.” Mrs. Bustier smiles, “Of course Lila. Marinette, please take the notes for Lila.” Marinette gets frustrated at this, while Lila smirks. “Why do I have to take the notes for her? Her wrist was working fine a minute ago! She is just lying again!” The class erupted in accusations, flinging insults at Marinette for not leaping to help Lila. “Now Marinette, you have to set the example for the class of what being a good member of a community is. Additionally, it is your responsibility as class rep. Now start taking those notes, not another word.” Lila sighs dramatically and tries to make herself the center of attention again. “I’m sorry Marinette. If only I hadn’t worked so hard helping Prince Ali with his go green charity this last week, maybe I wouldn’t be hurt. Its my fault, I’ll just tough it out.”

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The class leaped to Lila’s defense, saying it isn’t her fault and that Marinette shouldn’t complain. Soon they were asking about Lila’s trip and the class became the Lila Rossi variety show, the lessons for the day forgotten. Mrs. Bustier was doing nothing to get the class on track, and just let them run wild. Plagg knew this was the time to make his move. He stood from the back, calling out to Mrs. Bustier. “This is how you handle a classroom Mrs. Bustier? This is shameful. Letting the class be derailed by a student who is obviously lying is bad enough, but making another student do the work for this liar without any kind of medical note to prove her wrist is truly hurt is horrible!” The class stared at him, and Mrs. Bustier was trying to defend herself but was unable to come up with anything.

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Alya stood up, ready to defend her friend. “Sir, with all due respect, Lila isn’t a liar. And Mrs. Bustier is a good teacher!” Plagg turned to face Alya. “Unfortunately miss, you are wrong on both statements. If this is how your teacher handles a classroom, she clearly has no business in a classroom. and your friend there, is an obvious liar. For example, it is well known that Prince Ali’s charities focus on children, such as children’s hospitals. And if she couldn’t have been with him in Achu last week because he was on a diplomatic trip to Spain last week. Additionally, since she started to complain about her wrist, she keeps switches which wrist is the hurt one, notice how she is cradling her left wrist now, but originally it was her right wrist that was hurting.” The class was staring at Lila, as they start to realize that Plagg was right. 

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It didn’t take long for things to unravel from there. Alya tried to defend Lila further by looking up Prince Ali’s charity that Lila had been helping with. But saw that Plagg was right, Prince Ali was only associated with children’s charities. Soon the class was yelling at Lila for lying to them, as Lila desperately looked for a way to get out of this. Even Mrs. Bustier began to have doubts about all of Lila’s stories and took her to Mr. Damocles to set up a meeting with Mrs. Rossi. To say that Mrs. Rossi was furious with her daughter was an understatement. After the truancy and fake medical conditions were revealed, Mr. Damocles had no choice but to expel Lila immediately. And her mother decided to ship her back to Italy so that other members of her family could keep a close eye on Lila until Mrs. Rossi could decide what to do with her. 

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Mrs. Bustier returned to her class, and Plagg finished off his visit by telling Mrs. Bustier that she needs to maintain better control of her class and keep the students from ganging up on one another. He also told her that he expects her to check any stories about absences or medical conditions with a student’s family before making accommodations that may effect the other students. Once he was sure that Mrs. Bustier would at least try to shape up, he left the classroom to ‘submit his report to the school board’. He returned to the empty class room and returned to his normal state. He went back to Adrien’s bag, happy that his plan to rid himself and his holder of the liar had worked. No one messes with Plagg’s holder.

[catzula]

Seven stages of falling in love.

Synopsis: You're afraid of needles and Bakugou is not the most suitable person that should be handling your shots for seven days.

Pairing: bakugou x reader

Warnings: cursing, I have no idea how long it is since it's written on my phone this time, probably a lot of errors

Genre: fluff, some tiny bit angst but a happy ending so no worries

A/N: I was on a 9-hour road trip and wrote this to keep me sane.

BTW 50 followers yaay!

Day 1

"What do you mean I need to get antibiotic shots for a week?!" You exclaimed, refusing to believe what you just heard. It was just a sore throat, or so you had thought. You never liked doctors, so you rarely saw one, but when your 'sore throat' lasted for a whole month, your friends literally forced you to go see one.

You knew it wasn't anything important, but maybe it would help to get a home rest for a day or two, giving you a little more time to binge anime study for that one exam that was coming up.

All your hopes and dreams died when you;

a) didn't get to have any home rest, cause apparently, you didn't have to stay home for a sore throat,

b) had to get shots for a week?!

This was why you hated doctors! You went in for a sore throat, hoping to get a home rest, and got what? A week of-

"It means what I just said." The doctor answered your question gruffly, making you send him a questioning look. Weren't the doctors supposed to be all nice and smiley? This one sure wasn't.

"I don't want to!" You whined, "Isn't there a pill or something I could take?" He sent you a look that could only mean, are you dumb or something?

But you couldn't care less about what he thought about you, though he was one of the most handsome men you had ever seen, all you were thinking about was doing whatever you could to not get any shots. "Is there no other way?" You asked, once again. This caused him to sigh loudly, turning his red eyes once again on you.

"No. You'll come here every day for a week to get shots, no pills, no nothing. Okay?" The harsh tone of his voice sent chills through your body, blood-red eyes of his made you wonder if they were real. "I- uh... Yeah, okay." You told him, feeling a little intimidated, though you wouldn't admit it if it killed you.

He turned his back to you while he prepared the syringe, giving you the perfect chance to look at him without being crushed under his crimson gaze.

His shoulders were so wide and his waist so narrow, it created the perfect triangle. You could see his the muscles of his arms flexing with every move, you almost felt unable to take your eyes off of his arms. But what stood out the most was his ash blonde, spiky hair. It defied the gravity in a way you had never seen before, and you just wanted to run your fingers through them, wondering if they were as hard as they looked.

He turned his face to you, you knew he noticed you staring, you could see that by the smirk he sent you, though he didn't comment on it.

You took deep breaths in, trying to calm yourself, though you could feel the blood draining from your face, your hands shaking ever so slightly. His brows furrowed, a look of slight frustration on his face. "You okay?"

You gulped, biting your lip. "I- I'm just..." you didn't want to admit you were scared of needles, not to him, but he did it for you. "You're scared."

You shrugged, still not admitting but not denying either. "You could say I'm not a fan." He rolled his eyes, looking at you as you were dumb. "Nobody is a fan." You could swear you heard him mumble, dumbass under his breath.

He pressed the base of the syringe slightly, testing it, not noticing or simply ignoring the look you had sent him. He rubbed alcohol on your arm, bringing the syringe closer. He was about to stick it when you couldn't stop yourself and gripped his wrist with all your might. Your hand couldn't wrap his wrist at all, and he could have ripped it free so easily, though he didn't.

"What the-"

"Wait!" You told him, not aware of what you were doing, your fear taking over. "Please don't? I don't- don't want... it."

"Come on, it doesn't hurt that much." He told you, feeling his frustration growing bigger with every second that past. He was Bakugou Katsuki, for fucks sake, he wasn't supposed to deal with little girls afraid of needles.

He was the number one of his class, he always was. He decided he wanted to be a doctor and save lives when he was so little, and he always had that dream in him. He worked so hard to achieve that, and now he was spending his summer as an intern in the best hospital of Japan, the hospital he always wanted to work at.

But this wasn't it! Ever since he started, they gave him small, insignificant things to do, like check-ups he was doing now. Sore throat? Who did they think he was, making him check sore throats and runny noses?

He felt so frustrated, he didn't notice you trembling like a leaf under his touch. Your eyes were so wide open, filled with pure fear, your under lip trembling, your hands gripped his wrist like it was your lifeline.

"I'm sorry-" you told him. "I just can't... can't stand needles."

He sighed, though he could feel his frustration disappearing slightly.

"That's fine, I guess." He told you, earning a hopeful glance from you. "Just look at me, nowhere else." That wasn't hard, was it? You couldn't take your eyes off of him anyways. You locked your eyes with his, noticing how oddly soothing his hard toned voice was.

"Listen to me, okay?" He told you. "My name's Bakugou. I went to UA Medical school, and this is my third year, 'm an intern here." You never would have guessed he was that young, only a year older than you, and he went to one of the hardest universities in Japan?

You never once looked away from his eyes, trying to forget the sharp object that was about to enter your skin. When he asked about you, you gulped, you were about to send a small glance at your arm, the one he was holding, but he gripped your chin with his free hand, not letting you look anywhere else, but his eyes.

"I- I'm Y/N." You whispered. "I'm going to ****, and I'm a second year." He nodded, and you smiled weakly.

"That's cool." He told you, "though not cooler than the fact that I finished your shot almost two minutes ago." A smug grin was now curving his lips.

"You what?!" You exclaimed, you looked at your arm, which now had a small band-aid. "You- you... how did you do that?" You asked him, smiling uncontrollably.

"A doctor never reveals his secrets." He told you, though you saw he had a small smile too.

You took your bag and coat, about to exit the room when you sent a small glance his way. "Thank you, doctor Bakugou. " You told him, earning a surprised look from him.

Nobody had ever thanked him this way before.

Day 2

"Hi," you stood at the door, not sure whether you should enter or just stay there.

"Why the hell are you standing there?" He asked you roughly. "Oh, uh, sorry." He shrugged, sipping his coffee. You could tell by the smell that it was pure poison, or in other words, espresso.

"Don't apologize and sit down already."

You sat down, feeling uncomfortable, though you weren't sure why. Maybe it was because you showed him your vulnerable side the day before? You weren't sure. 

Your eyes wandered over his figure, he looked as handsome as he was the first time you saw him, or maybe even more? It shouldn't be allowed to be so handsome, you thought. And why did that white coat look so good on him?

Though he was aware of you watching his every move, he didn't want to say anything about it since he could feel your growing panic as he walked towards you with the syringe in his hands.

"We're doing it as we did it yesterday. "He told you, "You're looking at me, and me only." He smirked when he saw you nodding. "Good."

"Now, tell me, what are you studying?" He shook his head, genuinely looked interested as he listened you blabbering. "Why are you doing this?" You asked him. "Is it for the money?"

He shrugged, though he had a smirk on. "I'll tell you about that another day since you're good to go."

"No way!" You told him, looking at your arm, which was once again already stung, cleaned, and stuck with a cute little band-aid.

"You're the best. " You told him as you giggled, still not over the fact that he already gave you two shots without you even noticing.

"Of course I'm the fucking best." He told you, making you giggle once again. "Not sure you should be using that language around your patients, Doctor Bakugou."

He made a tch noise, turning his back to you. "Whatever, go complain to the administration or something." His voice was harder than you had ever heard from him, though to his surprise, you giggled as you walked to the door.

"Of course I'm not going to do that," you told him, smiling sweetly. "Don't expect me to complain about my favorite doctor."

With that, you left the room, leaving Bakugou once again struck with shock. Nobody ever told him he was their favorite doctor, on the contrary, people loved to complain about his angry behavior and foul mouth.

And though he would never accept it, he smiled ever so slightly, noticing a warm feeling spreading to his chest.

Day 3

"Hey, doctor." You entered the room, a big smile on your face that you didn't seem to have any control over.

"Hey." He answered, making you surprised. This was the first time he said 'hey' back. "I noticed you changed our appointment hours." It used to be in the morning but you had learned just today that he changed it to 13:00.

"Yeah." He answered, looking a little uncomfortable. "Why?" You asked further, but your eyes widened a little when you noticed his cheeks had a pink tint to them. "I fucking wanted to, okay?"

"Okay," you told him, laughingly. "I was just curious, you know?"

Nope, you weren't just curious. You wanted to know if it was because he had a date or something, and even though that didn't make any sense at all, you just couldn't help yourself.

What he didn't tell you was that he did change your appointments because of a girl, you. He switched your appointment to right before his lunch break so he could spend a little more time with you, though he couldn't even admit that himself.

"Don't be." He answered as you sat down. This time he had prepared the syringes before you came so that you wouldn't get anxious as he prepared them in front of you.

"That looks like a nice book." He told you as he rubbed your arm with alcohol. You were so stressed that you couldn't even understand what book he was referring to, not aware that you were holding the book in your hands for your dear life. "It's my favorite book." You answered, not looking away from his eyes. You could swear you saw his eyes in your dream last night.

"What's it about?" He asked, once again, looking genuinely interested. You loved talking about books, so much that people would sometimes ask you to stop. But he looked so interested, like he was actually listening, not because he had to, but he wanted to, you couldn't stop.

You started talking about this book, jumping to talk about another, then another. He joined you some time, you weren't really sure when. You started to talk about your favorite books, you talked about his favorite book, argued on one book that he liked, but you hated, did the same with a book you loved, and he didn't.

The conversation lasted so long, and you wouldn't have stopped if your phone hadn't ringed. "Oh, fuck." You mumbled under your breath, realizing you were in there for at least an hour and a half. "I'm so sorry, I lost control!" You told him, laughing nervously. Did you bore him to death?

"It's okay, I guess." He told you, his hand scratching the back of his neck. "You do talk too fucking much, but it wasn't necessarily bad. And it was actually my lunch break, so I won't get in trouble or shit."

"Oh, okay." You answered smiling once again. "I guess, I owe you lunch now."

You exited his room before you let him answer, you were afraid he was going to tell you to fuck off or something, though you had never thought he would agree, he was about to do just that before you sprinted out the room.

He realized only minutes after you exited that you left your 'favorite book' behind, only for him to read it.

Day 4

"Instant noodles?" He asked you, with a look on his face you couldn't quite interpret. It resembled something along the lines of trying to hold his laughter in and thinking you were the dumbest person on the earth.

"I did owe you lunch, you know." You told him. 

"Yeah, I know, but I thought you meant something like a bagel or some shit, somewhere outside the hospital."

Thinking back, maybe instant noodles were a bad idea.

"How about tomorrow?" You asked. He shrugged, "Fine, whatever." He looked indifferent, but his pink-tinted cheeks told you he wasn't.

He shrugged, you noticed he did this a lot when he was uncomfortable, you also noticed how fast your heartbeat was every day you entered this room, and not because of the needles.

You noticed how, since the first day, you woke up feeling excited about seeing him. Thinking about what you were going to talk about that day, as you go about your day when something happened, you found yourself thinking about telling it to him the next day.

You noticed how your heart clenched, a dreadful feeling in your stomach, when you thought about the week was coming to an end.

You noticed you were starting to... fall in love with him.

You talked about this to your friends too, and they were more than aware of how your eyes glistened when you talked about him, how you smiled unintentionally.

And the problem was, that he was also aware of all these too. He saw how you looked at him, and he wasn't dumb, he knew what these meant, as well as the tightening in his chest.

You weren't the only one, waking up, excited to see each other. When Denki said something dumb, he thought about telling it to you the next day, he thought about what he could talk about with you to soothe you the next time you gripped his wrist, asking him to stop with teary eyes, he never ever wanted to see you looking that afraid ever again. Hell, he even looked at wikihow, how to calm someone down when they feel afraid, and he was about to be a doctor for God's sake.

It was scary for him, to be this vulnerable for someone, to care so much in such little time, such a foreign feeling taking over his sensible part.

He was about to say something else when he noticed your knee and the very poorly wrapped bandage over it, you had 'wrapped' the bandage like a shoelace and he never in his life saw something so horrible. He sent you a look that made your cheeks all red.

"What the fuck is this?" He asked you, opening the bandage in one quick motion. "Oh, I fell yesterday, nothing too serious."

"You dumbass," Bakugou mumbled as he looked at the wound closely. "Didn't you even clean it?" He asked angrily.

"I did!" You told him. "I mean, I tried to. But it hurts when I touch it..." He rolled his eyes as he took some stuff from the drawers. "Are you afraid of these too?" He asked sarcastically, not expecting an answer, but you did anyway.

"No." You answered as you pouted. "Just needles." He shook his head as he laughed softly. "And trees at night." You mumbled and he froze.

"You have to be kidding me!" He told you, he wasn't even treating the wound anymore, but just looking at you like he waited for you to say you were joking.

"Hey! You have to admit they have a scary side to them!"

"Trees at night?"

"Don’t laugh." You pouted. "They look all shadowy and like... they have long arms, open wide like they're about to catch you and never let you go."

"Oh my God," he groaned as he went on cleaning your wound. "That’s the dumbest thing I've heard." Though he thought it was the most adorable thing he heard too. A girl afraid of needles and trees at night.

The wound stung a little, but you didn't even feel it, you were thinking deeply about wanting to touch his hair. When he finished, your knee was wrapped nicely, and it didn't even hurt anymore.

"So, you never told me why you wanted to become a doctor." You told him as you recalled your chat the first day.

"Thought you would forget about that." He told you as you laughed. "Never."

"I wanted to save people, ever since I was a kid, I wanted to be a... hero, I guess." He told you, not even sure why he was telling you such a personal thing when almost no one knew this about him.

You couldn't stop the words tumbling down your lips. "I don't know about other people, but you're my hero."

Oh, shit. Your words led to a very awkward silence, and you thought you probably shouldn't have said that, though you meant every word.

"Thank you for that." He mumbled finally, causing your head to snap up and lock your eyes with his. You didn't expect him to thank you, at all, but now you just couldn't stop grinning.

"I feel like I'm getting over my fear." You said as you looked at the band-aid on your arm, the band-aid which, once again, miraculously appeared there. There was no way he could give you a shot, clean the small wound, and put a band-aid without you noticing at all! He was either a magician or you were in too deep.

"Yeah, seems like it." He told you, though he wasn't very enthusiastic about it.

You both ate your instant noodles in silence, I'm telling you, it's a bad idea to eat instant noodles with your crush, especially if its the first time you're eating together, and you just didn't know why his presence felt so distant and so awkward all of a sudden.

After you finished your noodles, oh my God why did that last that long? you grabbed your stuff, feeling a weird tug in your chest. "I think I should go."

His crimson eyes found yours, but you had no idea what he was thinking. "Okay." 

"See you tomorrow?" You asked, but a grunt was your only answer.

Day 5

"What do you mean Doctor Bakugou has another patient?" You asked the receptionist. She looked at you like you were dumb. "He isn't available at the moment, miss. Doctor Kirishima will be looking after you today."

You didn't know who Kirishima was, but you knew you didn't want him to handle you.

"Can I maybe come later? When he's available?" You asked with the last piece of hope left in you. "I'm sorry, miss." She answered by not actually answering. You sighed as you looked at the red-haired man watching you with a smile. He looked like a nice guy, but he wasn't the reason you were here.

***

"Wow, " Kirishima rubbed his temples as he took a so from his coffee. "One patient really pushed me today."

"What?" Bakugou asked, his voice so stern, Kirishima's eyes narrowed as he looked at his friend. He was really moody lately, and Kirishima wasn't sure why.

"I had this one girl, apparently she was afraid of needles." Suddenly Bakugou's hand was gripping the glass he was holding it a little too hard. "I tried to convince her that it wasn't going to hurt, but she was crying so hard I don't think she even heard me."

"She was crying?" Bakugou's voice was nothing more than a whisper, he could feel how fast his heart was beating, and how tight the grip on his chest was. Kirishima had never seen his friend worry over someone, and he never thought he would either, but today he could sense something was up. "Well, yeah. Really hard. But it wasn't the crying that got me but more like... She was so afraid, genuinely terrified. Even after the whole thing, she kept looking at her arm and still looked scared."

Bakugou looked away, he didn't want to hear this anymore. "That must be tough."

Kirishima shrugged. "I felt bad."

That day, Bakugou left the hospital with an ache in his chest.

Day 6

You didn't want to go back to the hospital. You didn't. You were too scared.

You had thought you were over your fear, but obviously not. You could only stand them when... He was around.

The moment you thought about the spiky blonde hair and red eyes, you felt your chest tightening.

You entered the lobby, eyes instinctively going to the door that had his silver initials. Your heart fluttered in your chest, longing to see him, praying that he would be here. You walked to the receptionist. She was telling you the same thing she did yesterday -sorry ma'am, he's just not available- when the door opened, and the silhouette of a man you longed to see standing in the doorway with a cup of coffee in his hand.

A smile found its place on your lips as you started to walk towards him -the receptionist was trying to talk to you still, but who cares- feeling relief washing over you.

He was here! You felt so relieved having him here, not only because he could do your injection without you noticing -but you had to admit, that was an amazing skill right there- but also because you... trusted him. You trusted Bakugou so much, that you could open your heart to him. You loved how he listened to you when you were talking about nonsensical things, how angry of a person he was but actually so nice, how he told you he hated those 'dumbass' friends of his, desperately trying to conceal how much he loved them.

He didn't see you as you walked to him, his eyes on the paper he was holding in his hand. You were about to call his name when you heard your name being called, though it wasn't he who said it.

Your brows furrowed, eyes turning to ho was calling you. The doctor from the day before stood there next to you, with a smile plastered on his face, his hand touching your arm slightly, about to lead you to his office. "Miss Y/N, you're with me today."

Bakugou's eyes snapped up, finding you almost instantly as he heard your name being called. Realizing you were also looking at him, his crimson eyes widened a little. "But..." you started to tell Kirishima, but the guilt-stricken look Bakugou sent you that he tried to conceal told you everything you should know.

You felt like your heart that was just hammering your chest stopped, hurt spreading in your body. Bakugou wasn't coming to the appointments on purpose, avoiding you, trying to get rid of you.

Were you really that hard to deal with? He couldn't take it not even for a week? You thought about the chats you had and how much you laughed when you were near him, and your chest tightened. Maybe you just were talking too much. Or maybe, he just didn't want to deal with a girl who was afraid of needles.

You let Kirishima lead you to his office, trying not to look at the man that you just turned you back to.

Even though you avoided looking at him, Bakugou could see how hurt you were in your eyes. And as he watched you walk with Kirishima, concealing how afraid you were and how much your knees were shaking, he felt like the asshole everyone told him he was.

***

Bakugou went to Kirishima's office the second you left. "How was she?"

Kirishima sighed, taking a sip from his coffee as he watched his angry friend with curious eyes. "I don't know, man. It was just weird." Bakugou's eyes widened, his hand anxiously running through his hair. "What the fuck does that even mean, shitty-hair?!" Bakugou felt like he was going to punch his red-headed friend if he didn't give him straight answers now. And obviously, Kirishima was aware too.

"Woah, chill down. Why do you even care, Bakubro? Never saw you so interested in any of your patients." Bakugou gritted his teeth. It was true he never really cared for his patients, nothing else than their health. But it was different with you, he cared about you, and everything about you.

"Just answer the damn question already." Said Bakugou gruffly, avoiding to answer his question.

Kirishima shrugged. "It was weird." He repeated. "Yesterday she was crying, at one point she begged me not to do it. I don't think she's scared of the needle hurting him but more like the needle itself." Bakugou knew all of this, and he was going to punch him in the guts if Kirishima didn't get straight to the point. "But today she was silent."

Silent? He had never seen you silent.

"She was like a- a statue. Didn't even flinch when I stuck the needle in her, didn't cry, or said a word. She was just looking at the needle and my hand, genuinely terrified. I felt like I was stabbing her or something." Kirishima recalled the memory, and a chill went through him.

Bakugou wasn't very different either. Thinking you like that broke his heart. He could understand you crying, and he would still be mad at himself for letting you cry, but what Kirishima told him was something else. It almost made him afraid.

"Anyways, I don't know man, tomorrow's the last day anyway."

"Yeah." Bakugou mumbled as he tried to forget what Kirishima just told him.

***

Bakugou couldn't get the image of you frozen with fear out of his mind the whole day. He buried himself in his work, still not able to think about anything else but you.

He went home, exhausted.

He took a shower and ate something when he saw the book you had left for him to read laying on his dining table. Ignoring the tightening in his chest, he picked the book up, and he realized the book was the only thing that could make him stop thinking of you, even just for a second.

And as he read, nonstop, he could swear the trees he saw from his window were watching him, making him feel a little creeped out.

Hell, maybe trees at night were creepy after all.

Day 7

Bakugou was having a bad day.

First of all, he had read your favorite book the whole night, not getting any sleep whatsoever. He wasn't the type of man to stay up till night, he never liked to do so either, but he did just that. No cup of coffee was helping him either.

What was bothering him, though, was that you just wouldn't show up. It was almost the end of his lunch break, and you still weren't anywhere to be seen. He knew that because he had been asking the receptionist about you every 5 seconds for the last hour or so.

He sighed as he finished the last sentence of the last chapter, of the book he was so caught up on, and as on cue, you went in the doors as he closed the book.

Bakugou felt anxiety doubling the beating of his heart as he saw you talking to the receptionist. He started to walk to you, replaying the speech he had decided on the day before to talk to you. But as you lifted your head and your gaze found his, he forgot everything that was on his mind.

And awkward silence sneaked in between you both as he towered over you. "Uh, hey," Bakugou mumbled.

"Hey." You said. "Umm, where is doctor Kirishima?" Ouch, Bakugou thought. He knew you didn't do it on purpose but it hurt anyway. "He won't be with you today," Bakugou told you, you didn't know why he looked so tired today, but how did he still look so damn handsome? "I will."

Your eyes widened as you understood what he said relief and anxiety washing over you at the same time.

You didn't trust your voice to say anything, so you just nodded.

As you sat in his office, awkwardly tapping your fingers according to a rhythm, you didn't know he was trying to gather up the courage to apologize. You didn't even mean to come in today, but you just didn't want him to see you as a coward, even more so. So you anxiously eyed the room when your eyes found the book you had left. He saw you looking at your book that was on his desk, and he smiled. "I finished the book."

"Does that mean I can have it back now?" You asked, making him grimace. He expected you to shower him with questions, to talk about it, to hear your voice... but apparently not.

"Yeah- yeah sure." You took the book back, holding it so hard, your knuckles turned white.

Bakugou sighed. "I missed you, you know."

Your heart started to beat so fast you were glad you were at a hospital. "Well, that isn't my fault." Bakugou didn't want to, but he smiled nonetheless. "No, it's not, it was me being an asshole."

"Right." You answered cynically, earning an angry look from the explosive guy.

"And I thought it was... for the best." He went on.

"Oh, of course, what else could it be?" You just couldn't seem to hold your tongue back today, and he was aware of that too.

"Can you not make this any harder?" He finally said gruffly. "I'm trying to fucking say that I'm-" his eyes widened as he realized what he was saying, that he was apologizing. But for the first time in his life, it didn't feel necessarily wrong.

"That I'm sorry."

You didn't need him to explain why he did what right now, just hearing that he was sorry was enough for you, so you smiled. "It really hurt, you know?" You told him as he started to walk towards you.

"I know." He answered, "and I'm fucking sorry." His hands held your arms as if he was about to pull you into a tight hug. But it wasn't necessarily a hug he was pulling you into. "But I can make it up to you." He whispered as he leaned in.

"And how are you going to do that?" You asked, but those were the last words you said before feeling the soft lips pressing on yours.

Your hands went to his hair almost instinctively, and you smiled into the kiss as you felt how damn soft they were.

***

"Remember that bagel promise we had? We could either do that or I could keep kissing you." He told you, smirking when he realized how breathless you were.

"But what about the..." your voice trailed off when you noticed the small band-aid on your arm. "When did you even do this?!"

[binunus]

college bf!rocky

a/n next is our rock and aegyo king sorry sanha park minhyuk !! also I was going to post this yesterday :( but me and my roommates got a little too lit for valentine’s and I literally sat for 7 hours straight in zoom so I couldn’t finish it until now but !! I hope you loves enjoy!!

→ genre: fluff, smut

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alright aright alrightttt

we’re gonna switch it up a little bit

add a little flavor

because as much as I would love to say that college bf!astro all got their partners in a cute and smooth sailing way

we all know relationships aren’t that easy

but before we get into how you and rocky met

major: dance

are we surprised? no

rocky is a prodigy in dance

he’s been dancing since he could walk

he started choreographing at age 6

it just made sense for him, like even his parents were like go pursue dance, you’re not a law or business type of kid

he can master any type of dance from jazz, to ballet, to street, to contemporary, to tango, whatever you can think of

he’s roommates with music tech!jinjin

jin literally takes care of him all the time bc rocky??? when he comes back to the apt after dance practice?? dead weight

only passes his gen ed classes bc eunwoo tutors him

if it weren’t for the boys, rocky would literally live in the dance studio

they make sure to drag him out for fun and food at least once a week

or they join and keep him company while he’s practicing

have they gotten noise complaints before while messing around in the dance studio? yes

rocky is loud alright, especially when he’s with astro

he’s a perfectionist, literally will not leave the studio until he’s 100% satisfied with his progress

oh the amount of times myungjun and jin nag at him to take care of his health

now now

you’re also a dance major

people could say that you and rocky are the top two dancers of your year

gasp a rivals to lovers au??? you betcha baby

granted you switched into a dancer major your second year so rocky technically had seniority

but boom baby as soon as you made your appearance, it rocked his world

now im not saying rocky’s cocky bc obviously he’s a cute hardworking humble boy

but was he used to always being placed first in evaluations or getting the highest marks??? yeah

so the first time you placed first and he placed second??? it lit a bit of a fire in him

he’s seen a ton of good dancers in his time, but no one has ever matched his capabilities better than you

there was an unspoken rivalry between you two, everyone knew about it 

you both always wanted to upstage the other

there was always a tension whenever you two were in the same room

but like...have either of you ever really talked to each other besides side remarks in class?

no

and it didn’t really help that the whole dance department basically pit you up against each other to see who was really the best dancer of your year

so you and rocky never had the proper introduction to a friendship, it just went straight to rivalry 

and then came the announcements for the end of the year showcase

and instead of putting on a solo, the department chairs decided to have you and rocky perform a duet

and you’ve never worked with him before so you were dreading the first time you met up

you to your roommate: ugh i can’t believe im partnered up with rocky, that arrogant rude–

your roommate: have you ever even talked to him, y/n? he’s actually very nice

you: no...but that’s what he wants you to believe!

your ego sorta just went along with the whole thing

and rocky was 15 min late to your meeting bc he was out eating food with the guys so your patience?? very thin

literally as soon as he stepped into the dance studio, the air turned stuffy

rocky could feel you glaring at him and he just smirks?? 

rocky: did I make you wait long y/n?

you: yeah you did

he liked pushing your buttons?? idk he just felt satisfaction knowing that any small of action of his affected you that much

it made him feel like he was winning or whatever

and god it took literally forever for you two to decide on a song and genre of performance for the showcase

you wanted contemporary, he wanted ballet

you were literally disagreeing so much on it that you had to ask Siri to flip a coin

and then you fought and said that Siri was rigged when it chose tails (contemporary)

so you decided on a happy? mix of both

rocky at the end of your first meeting: i get that we’re not exactly friends, y/n, but we have to work together so let’s at least be professional

you: i can if you can

rocky: fine

you two literally bicker like five year olds on a playground

even the guys are like ???? why are you being so childish ???

you have 2 months of preparation until the showcase and you start meeting once a week for choreography and practice since given the assignment

you two are pretty civil for the most part, you make the contemporary parts and he makes the ballet parts and then you combine it when you meet up and see how it can incorporate and complement each other

there’s not much joking around ?? like you know how rocky’s a clown when he’s teaching astro choreography?? it’s not like that at all

and honestly you two are too caught up in your rivalry and tension to notice that your styles really match and highlight each other well??

there’s definitely a lot of “i could do this better than you” from both sides

i repeat: you are children

and then there’s this one practice where you and rocky are trying a pas de deux for the first time

(i literally looked this term up, it’s basically what jungkook and jimin from bts did during the 2020 mma black swan intro...if you haven’t seen it, watch it bc it is perfection mmm chefs kiss)

and you don’t know if it’s because you didn’t have enough momentum or rocky didn’t prep himself enough for the lift but he ends up dropping you and you both fall

and you both immediately start blaming each other for the mishap

until you lift your hand to point at him and it just hurts

it’s like a switch goes off, rocky’s immediately concerned and he’s like gently taking your hand like: holy shit are you okay??

you shake your head and you’re wincing whenever you try to move it

you: ow fuck rocky, I think it’s sprained

and he suddenly feels so guilty, like he goes silent

you: can we stop for today? I’m gonna go get this checked out, make sure it’s not broken

rocky: do you want me to go with you?

you: no. I’ll see you next week.

boy he feels so bad, he texts you throughout the course of the following week asking if you’re okay, asking your roommate if you’re okay, telling you he’s sorry that he dropped you

you didn’t respond much, not bc you felt weird texting him–well, you did a little bit shhh–but bc you were beating yourself up for getting injured a month before the showcase

you show up to practice the next week with your wrist in a compression bandage

and he doesn’t greet you with a quip like he usually does, he immediately grabs your wrist (gently) and he’s like inspecting the bandage

you: uh...the doctor said I should be careful with it for a week or two if i want it to heal faster. so don’t bitch at me if i’m not going all out

rocky: y/n...i’m so sorry...I didn’t mean to injure you, it was my fault that we didn’t execute the pas de deux

you just shrug: it was both our faults...if I didn’t fall on my wrist maybe we could have avoided this little obstacle

rocky: if I caught you correctly, you wouldn’t have even fallen

you: are we really arguing right now about this??

and then the two of you just laugh??? 

this is the first real pleasant interaction you’ve had with him

and you notice like wow rocky had a nice smile

you: i should be back to normal before the showcase so we should be fine

rocky: don’t push it though while we’re practicing alright? if your wrist starts hurting then stop, and don’t even think about doing any floor choreo

the atmosphere between you and rocky change after that

he becomes pretty concerned about your recovery–and maybe it’s bc he still blames himself for the cause of it

each night before your set practice days, he always shoots you a text asking how you’re feeling and how your wrist is doing

he brings ice packs, painkillers, and extra bandages during your practices just in case you need it

and you’re actually pretty touched by his concern

about two weeks before the showcase, your wrist is back to full movement and you’re like excited to actually practice to your best ability

from now on you see each other twice a week, just to get that detail and fine-tuning perfected

rocky’s still a bit hesitant to have you go full out but you reassure him that you’re fine

you both try the pas de deux again the day you take your bandage off 

and you can see that he’s nervous to try it

you: rocky, i’m fully healed now. we haven’t practiced this move since the first time and we need it in our routine

rocky: but...y/n, what if I drop you again??

you: you won’t...i trust you 

and you really did, that move requires a lot of trust between partners and you know? maybe it didn’t work out the first time because of the lack of trust between you two

and so you go through the full routine and rocky was holding his breath when that part of the choreography came up but you both successfully did it!! and it was a beautiful move

he was so excited at the end of the run through that he hugged you

and you were smiling too bc this was the first time you did a full run through without any stops in between

you both don’t even notice that all the hostility is gone??

and the tension suddenly changed from hatred to...dare I say it...sexual

oo baby the day of the showcase you two were hella nervous 

but c’mon you and rocky were the best of the best so ofc you absolutely killed the performance

your energies literally merged as soon as the music started

every move was flawless

and you both had to face each other during your ending pose and you were just like looking at him like ??? wtf ??? did you maybe wanna kiss him??

and you know the look that rocky has in his eyes when he’s dancing

imagine that literally piercing into your soul

you got the shivers waiting for the lights to dim 

you both received a standing ovation after your duet obviously

astro watching it bc they always support rocky: they’re gonna fuck 100%

fast forward to the next term bc you both didn’t really have a reason to contact each other during summer break now that the showcase was done

you and rocky had two classes together, dance research and advanced modern technique

it was then that you started to see his actual personality and how goofy of a person he was

you still had a rivalry of course, but now it was healthy

instead of trying to bring each other down, you both started motivating each other to do better

and yes you’ve always been impressed with how good of a dancer rocky was (and vice versa), but now whenever you saw him practice you start to feel a little bit of stir in your stomach and shit are you blushing??

and then you two get paired up again for your midterm evaluation

your teacher: i saw the chemistry you had for the showcase last term, i think you two would work well together for this project

and god is your teacher trying to murder you??? the theme of this midterm was “couple dance” to encourage collaboration or whatever

you were just thankful that the song choice she gave you was more upbeat and not sensual bc you know for a fact that you would not survive doing a sexy dance routine with rocky

but that didn’t stop the way your skin felt like it was on fire whenever he touched you for partner-dependent moves

this time around, you did the choreography process together and it was actually pretty fun??

you and him would bounce back ideas and joke around whenever something looked stupid

you and rocky did this by the way for reference

and then there was one late night when you two were practicing

it was around 2 am, no one else was in the music building and you both didn’t have class the next day so you two were just like fuck it let’s just practice until campus security kicks us out or whatever

you both were literally dancing for four hours, not just this new routine but old ones and freestyles as well

and then you were doing your new routine and during the part where he had to twirl and dip you, you both fall again

but no one got injured this time luckily

and you both just burst out laughing, maybe you were a little delirious at this point in the night

you: i can’t believe you dropped me again

rocky’s laughing and you both just look at each other, and he’s hovering above you right???

and your heart is beating so loudly in your chest you’re positive he can hear it

and you’re thankful that your face was already hot from dancing so that he couldn’t tell that you were in fact blushing

rocky’s like looking at you for a good minute or so and he’s just like thinking in his head: have you always been this cute?

and maybe it’s bc you guys have been getting along so well lately and the vibes are??? immaculate

but the atmosphere suddenly gets super thick and he !! just !! leans down !! and !! kisses !! you !!

and phew baby you bet that you immediately respond to it

you’re literally making out on the floor for like five minutes

and mind you, five minutes is a long time

until rocky’s phone rings loudly through the speaker and you both suddenly separate

he scurries to his phone and you sit up trying to compose yourself 

jinjin: park minhyuk where are you?! it’s 3 am!!

you literally hear jinjin scolding rocky through the phone and you laugh a little bc it’s so cute how he’s getting nagged right now

rocky: hyung...im practicing...

jinjin: do i need to drag you out of there?! i’ll literally call bin to carry your ass to our apartment! how long have you been practicing huh?? have you eaten dinner at all??

rocky: okay okay I’ll come back home

he turns to you after ending the call and he’s so !! shy !!

rocky: I guess that’s the end of our practice haha...do you want me to walk you back to your place?? it’s pretty late out

you: yeah that’d be nice...hm you sure your hyung’s not gonna call a search party for you??

you’re teasing him and he just pouts

rocky: i’ll be fine

rocky walks you back to your apartment and it’s a little?? awkward?? 

but before you bid him goodbye he’s like: uh...the kiss earlier...sorry if I surprised you

your cheeks are hot again: it’s um...it’s okay, I didn’t mind it...it was actually pretty nice...I guess...

and rocky’s heart skips a beat and now he’s blushing: yeah...it was...i’ll see you in class then??

you: yeah, i’ll see you. text me when you get home okay?

he nods and waits until you’re safely inside and then he just starts grumbling to himself

rocky: i’ll see you in class?? could i say anything more stupid??? 

rocky’s adorable okay

him texting you when he gets back: im home :)

you: that’s good! good night rocky :)

he goes to the guys the day after like: i have a predicament !! me and y/n kissed !! 

jinjin: that’s why you were late last night??

eunwoo: you dirty dog, doing it in the dance studio??

rocky: we didn’t do anything else hyung !!

bin: so did you ask them out??

rocky: no...i said...i’ll see you in class

myungjun: i’ll see you in class?!?! are you an idiot??

sanha: hyung even I’d ask y/n out after that

rocky: i know !! im dumb okay!! help me

sanha: you’re a lost case sorry

jinjin: why don’t you start with, hey y/n do you wanna get some food with me??

rocky: AHHHH

yes he does want to ask you out, yes he does want to kiss you again more than he’d like to admit, but he’s shy

you’re not faring any better, you and roommate were literally talking about it all weekend

the next time you see rocky (in class), you two are awkward as fuck

you both keep stealing glances at each other and then if one of you get caught, you both immediately look away

those 50 minutes of class could not go by any slower

and you were so ready to book it after the professor dismissed you but then you hear rocky call your name

rocky: hey y/n, are you free right now?

you: uh yeah! why what’s up

rocky: do you...um...wanna get some coffee with me?? or food or something??

you: do you mean like just to hang out or...uh like a date?

rocky: a date...if you want it to be

and cue the blushies again

you and rocky end up going to this cute cafe and get smoothies bc neither of you were feeling caffeine at the moment

and the whole time you two are just ??? so cute and shy and awkward with each other ???

which is such a contrast from how you two would dance together

rocky’s so sweet, really the cutest boy

gives you so many butterflies

the two of you end up going on little cafe dates before practice 

and you’re all cute and wholesome

and then he turns all passionate and dominant when you start dancing

like wow alright rocky giving you whiplash or whatever

when you show the routine for your midterm, the teacher and other students give you both high praises 

and he’s all giddy after class and he goes up to you: i think its safe to say that we have really good chemistry when we work together, don’t you think?

you’re smiling hehe but you wanna mess with him a little: hmm i think we’re alright, but who knows, i might mesh well with someone else

and then he’s all frowny, a little jealous: what do you mean someone else? do you make out with someone who just has alright chemistry with you??

your eyes go wide and you put your hand over his mouth: im kidding!!

rocky just smirks at your embarrassed reaction and he like tickles your sides

and then he just grabs your hand like: don’t find another dance partner y/n, just be mine

how could you say no to that??? especially when rocky’s just looking all handsome and charming and shit??? exactly. you can’t and why would you ever say no in the first place??

you and rocky dating?? biiiig news in the dance department

and even outside of it

bc lowkey rocky had a bit of a fanclub bc of how good he is at dancing, are we shocked? no

the boys are so happy for him !!

you meet his friends literally the day the two of you start dating

and you’re a bit nervous meeting them bc ofc you want them to like you, they’re his friends

but they’re so sweet...and headass

when rocky brings you to their dinner, the five of them literally start applauding at your entrance

you were so confused and rocky’s just out here with second hand embarrassment

he’s the cutest boyfriend

shy with pda in public (unless you’re dancing), most he’ll do is hold your hand

but in private he’s very clingy

loves backhugging you

he also tickles you when he wants to be a little shit

which is 50% of the time

very playful bf, will tease you at least once every day

if you two are just practicing dancing, he’ll make any sort of excuse to hold you or kiss you

asddfadsjf he’s so cute

gets very soft at night especially when you two are worn out from practice

just wants to go back to your (or his) apartment and cuddle and sleep

imagine just you two cuddling in bed after hours of dancing and he’s just spooning you and he mumbles tiredly into your shoulder: you’re amazing y/n...you’re one of the best dancers i’ve ever seen

and before, his pride would have never allowed him to say that, but now it can

not really one for pet names in my opinion, but he does call you “my y/n”

after you two start dating, you begin to call him by his real name, minhyuk

or you say hyukie

he lowkey loves it when you call him that, it’s so endearing

the guys teasing him, cooing at rocky all gross like : heyyy hyukkie

then rocky just like crosses his arms: only y/n can call me hyukie

he didn’t realize he loves couple dances so much until you and him are dating

well he only loves it because you’re his partner ofc

alright hear me out !! slow dancing with rocky

slow !! dancing !! with !! rocky !!

he dims the lights in the dance studio until it’s just a single spotlight and some slow romantic music comes on and he just grabs you by the hand and twirls you once before pulling you close and you’re just swaying side to side

and then he presses your foreheads together and he’s just looking into your eyes and gives you the softest smile

!!! im freaking out!! i want this so bad !!

that’s how the first i love you comes out

surprise, you say it first

okay but like in the moment, the atmosphere is literally so perfect, and you can just see how much he treasures you and you always feel butterflies whenever he does this, but there was just something that night that made you say it

like your chest was constricting so hard and you were thinking to yourself, i love this man

and so you just said it

and omg the smile on rocky’s face just widens and he kisses you so sweetly before he says it back

loves kissing you, your lips are like a drug to him

can literally make out with you for hours

has pushed you against the walls of the practice room just for a little make out session

ahhh here we go ladies and gents

sex !! with !! rocky !!

first and foremost, dance studio sex??? yes

especially if it’s just you two late night practicing like the first time you kissed?

mirror kink? maybe so

and bc y’all are ~flexible~, you bet he likes bending your back like a pretzel

he’s a very passionate lover, your pleasure is his #1 priority

loves foreplay just as much as the main event

but oof his hips?? grrrrr bark bark ram me over with a truck

his stroke game is so good

literally knows how to fuck you in all the right places

and his stamina??? god tier, can go at it for hours on end

into edging and overstimulation, oof you bet you’re cumming at least twice during every session

i cannot stress this enough!! thigh riding

you know he has thighs of steel

will make you cum just from riding his thigh

most of the time you guys start off slow and sweet, and then just boom it turns it hard sex

will definitely get turned on from doing a sexy dance routine

the amount of times he’s wanted to just fuck you in the middle of class bc you turned him on?? but ofc he has public decency he won’t do that

he knows you get turned on from his fingers oops

anal or vaginal fingering?? he’s all for it baby

he’s loud during sex, all the grunting, huffing, growling, oo im getting chills

not afraid to tell you how good you’re making him feel

not really into spanking, but he grips a lot, like his fingernails have definitely left some deep imprints in your hips or your ass

hair pulling?? yes, both sides receiving

okay but if you call him rocky during sex? big turn on

i can’t explain why, it just is

favorite position?? cowgirl

he loves when you’re on top of him

yes he likes seeing you try to fuck yourself on him

and then when he can’t take it anymore and just grabs your hips and thrusts up into you until your body literally collapses on him

he always tries to make you cum first but oops sometimes baby just busts a nut

yes you will probably tease him about it and then he’ll just shut you up by kissing you 

on another note, no way to turn rocky on faster than sucking on his bottom lip when you’re kissing

will cuddle you after cumming, like he doesn’t care if either of you are sweaty or messy, he’s hugging you for at least five minutes

honestly becomes a baby after sex so it’s more like you’re giving him after care sksksk

the switch he makes from being a sex fiend to a clingy cuddly boy? whiplash

like you need to go to the bathroom to pee or something and he’s like: but...i wanna hug u

i would risk it all for rocky yes

anyway after graduating, rocky becomes a choreographer for this really famous dance studio and get recruited to join a highly-competitive dance troupe

you both do long distance for a little bit bc obviously he’s back home but you have to travel with your group for competitions, sometimes even internationally

and so that caused some strain in your relationship bc distance sucks, but you would always make sure to call him every night before going to bed and despite any time zone difference, he would always answer

your biggest supporter !! literally flew out to surprise you during a big dance competition in london or whatever and you cried happy tears bc was he really there right now??

that’s when you knew that he was the one :’)

you spent the night w him in his hotel room and after a good couple rounds of reunion sex, you were like trying to test the waters a little bit: i missed you hyukie

rocky: i missed you too, but now that you’re here with me, nothing else matters

you: what do you really think about this long distance thing??

rocky: it sucks...but i know it made us stronger. i feel like we can get through anything now

you: yeah, i agree

rocky getting paranoid: omg why? are you thinking of living abroad?? y/n, do i need to start looking at dance studios out here??

you have to hold in your laughter bc he’s so cute: why? would you move out of the county for me if i wanted to??

rocky: i mean...if you’re thinking of leaving for good...then yeah.

he gets so shy and quiet and you’re just !! wow you love him !! he’s yours !!

you kiss him shortly and you smile: no, i’m not gonna live abroad. I miss being home and I miss seeing you all the time. I told you before, I’m thinking of leaving the troupe in two months and then gonna find a job back home for good.

he lets out a sigh of relief: you scared me a little

you just laugh: I only wanted to confirm something and hmm I was right

rocky: what did you wanna confirm??

you being a confident baddie: that I wanna be with you for the rest of my life

rocky feeling his heart implode: you mean it??

you scoffing: why would I be lying about this?

he just laughs and kisses you: I wanna be with you too...I’ve been thinking it since the last time you visited. How much I love you and how much I hated seeing you leave for who knows how long, but I didn’t wanna say anything bc you’re still living your life and I didn’t want a promise like this to influence you to come back if you didn’t want to yet.

two months later you’re back for good and move in with rocky

you end up becoming a choreographer at his dance studio too

you and rocky: the couple™

and you live happily ever after

somewhere down the line...

sanha: hey remember when you two hated each other?

eunwoo: remember when you injured y/n??

bin: remember when you freaked out to us about your first kiss together

myungjun: and you said i’LL sEe yOu iN cLaSs

jinjin: those were fun times, right hyukie?

rocky: i hate you all

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2-16-21

[emy-loves-you]

Accessories and Crushes

This is Day 1 of the TSUS Challenge: Dukexiety!

Summary: Remus buys some jewelry to make himself look good and impress his crush, Virgil. But why does he look so upset by that?

Pairings: Dukexiety, background Roceit

Word Count: 3769

Warnings: Bullying, stealing, miscommunication, implied violence, blood

"C'mon boys! You need to leave now or you'll be late!"

"Coming Mom!" Both boys called out, Roman from the bathroom and Remus from his bedroom. The green-clad twin had finished putting on his makeup and was now frowning at his reflection. Something was missing. There was some part of his style that was incomplete. It had been missing for a while now, and because of it Remus looked incomplete. Bland. Boring. And he couldn't tell what was missing. He'd tried switching out his makeup palette (Roman had so many leftover, since he liked to do his own makeup in theater. He wouldn't miss this one), he tried different outfit styles, he even tried things that he never imagined wearing like skirts and high heels, but nothing felt right. Maybe I need new accessories?

There was a knock on his door and Roman poked his head in, a lopsided grin on his face. "C'mon, we gotta go before mom kills us."

Remus scoffed, grabbing his bag and slinging it over his shoulder. "Psh, I've been ready. I was waiting for you, prettyboy. How many hours did you spend in the bathroom this time?"

Roman made a sound that their mutual friend (and Roman's crush) Janus dubbed an 'offended Princey noise' as they walked out of their house. "First of all, low blow. You can't just use that nickname-"

Remus snorted. "Of course I can. Just not in front of Janny.” Janus had made up the nickname years ago, and Remus constantly teased Roman with it. (Honestly, Remus was halfway tempted to lock the two of them in a closet and leave them there until they either made out or beat each other up)

Roman continued as they approached the school. “Secondly, I’ll have you know that every moment I spend in that bathroom is absolutely vital to my daily routine.”

Remus smirked. “Yeah? Even the 20 minutes you spend just belting out romantic Disney songs to your reflection?”

Roman blushed but didn’t back down. “Yes.”

“Hmm, a blushing Roman. The perfect way to start my morning.” Janus suddenly slinked up behind them, throwing his arm up over Roman’s shoulder.

Roman groaned, blushing harder. “I can never tell when you’re being sarcastic and when you’re being genuine.”

Janus chuckled softly. “If you knew, it wouldn’t be nearly as fun to do.”

The bell rang and Remus groaned. “Gotta go. Catch ya later.” He quickly made his way to his first class, silently glad to be rid of the two hopeless lovebirds. He got to his class with 5 minutes to spare and was going to play on his phone and ignore everyone like he usually did when he saw a flash of green out of the corner of his eye.

On one of the student’s desk was an ornate wooden box, filled to the brim with hand-crafted jewelry. The student in question, Jacob Smith, was currently counting a large stack of cash as he waited for the bell to ring. Remus got up to look at the jewelry and he smirked. “Hey, Prince. I’m selling my sister’s hand-made jewelry. Like anything you see?”

Remus glanced down at the jewelry. There were dozens of accessories in a ton of different colors, but there were a few that caught Remus’ eye. There was a matching set of 2 bracelets, a ring, a chain necklace, a choker, and a pair of earrings. They were all a metallic dark green with black and dark purple accents. Remus looked at the prices Jacob had given the jewelry and winced. They were all super expensive, but they were also high quality and hand-crafted, so Remus wasn’t going to complain.

Jacob smirked as Remus paid for the jewelry, about to say something when the bell ringed. Remus sighed and put the jewelry away, grabbing his notebook to take notes. Even though Remus was the school’s resident ‘bad boy,’ he still liked to keep his grades up. Remus hated that he was always stereotyped as lazy and dumb. Yes, he regularly punched homophobes and transphobes. Yes, he tended to struggle in English because metaphors were bullshit. But that wasn’t his fault! There were only a handful of people that Remus wouldn’t immediately punch their teeth in for calling him dumb, and only three of them went to this school. Of course, there was Roman and Janus, but there was another person who was allowed to insult Remus, even if he never did.

Eventually, lunchtime rolled around, and Remus ignored his usual routine of vandalizing homophobic lockers to instead go put on his jewelry in the bathroom. He spent the whole 15 minutes making sure that the jewelry looked perfect and his make up was flawless. He had someone to impress, after all.

A few more hours passed and Remus was finally in his last class of the day, impatiently waiting to see his crush walk through the door. Virgil Storm, resident emo and snarky introvert. He and Remus were forced to work on an English paper together last year, and now he liked to sit next to Remus during class. Remus knew this was only so they could work together on creative writing assignments, but a part of Remus dreamed that Virgil sat next to Remus because liked Remus, not just tolerated him.

When Virgil finally walked through the door, seconds before the bell was supposed to ring, Remus barely resisted the urge to grin and wave frantically like an overexcited puppy. Instead, he gave his meat flirtatious smirk, angling his body to show off as much of his new jewelry as possible. Instead of smiling (or blushing like Remus fantasized), Virgil froze in place. He gave Remus a look that made his heart sink. He looked… betrayed? That didn’t make sense. But before Remus could get up and ask what was wrong, the bell rang and Virgil took a seat in the front of the classroom, away from Remus.

Now, most people would be able to see that Virgil was upset before he even walked into the room. They would realize that Virgil isn’t having a good day, and would give him some space until he was ready to talk to them.

Remus is not most people.

He spent the entire class staring at Virgil, several pencils snapping as he pretended to take notes. Virgil slouched forward, ignoring Remus’s gaze burning holes in his hoodie. When the class ended, Virgil practically ran out the door. Remus growled and stuffed his things into his bag, shooting a quick text to Roman.

Re- (2:21 PM) Staying after, go on without me

He turned off his phone, not waiting for a response as he stalked out the door. He knew that Virgil didn’t take the bus, and Remus had a feeling that the emo hadn’t left the school yet. He probably didn’t go to his locker, and he hated all of the teachers, which left-

Remus slammed the bathroom door open, Virgil jumping from the sudden sound. He was hovering over the sink, his face red and puffy from crying. His shock quickly morphed into anger as he glared at Remus. “What do you want? Here to rub it all in my face?”

Remus growled, ready to rip his own hair out. Or Virgil’s. He hadn’t decided yet. “What the fuck is wrong with you?”

Virgil barked out a laugh, and Remus ignored how beautiful Virgil looked, even when angry. “Wrong with me? What’s wrong with you?! I thought you were my friend!”

A part of Remus’ heart broke at his crush calling him just a ‘friend,’ but the rest of his heart shattered as he processed what the emo said. “Of fucking course I’m your friend!”

Virgil glared at Remus, pointing at him accusingly. “Then why the hell are you wearing those?!”

Remus looked down at his jewelry, which he had bought and put on just to impress Virgil. They had to be what he was talking about, since it was the only significant change to Remus’s normal outfit. He actually liked this jewelry a whole lot. And now his asshole crush was getting pissy about it. “What’s wrong with me wearing jewelry, huh? You got a fucking problem with it?”

Virgil growled, slamming his fist onto the countertop. “That’s not what I’m talking about and you know it, dumbass! I’m not stupid, I know where you got those!”

Remus huffed. “You got something against Jacob? I know the guy’s an asshole, but are you seriously gonna hate me for buying his little sister’s jewelry?”

Virgil froze, his hands gripping the bathroom counter like a death grip. “Little sister? So you didn’t know?”

Remus was confused, but he was still more irritated than anything. “Didn’t know what? What the fuck are you talking about?!”

Virgil stayed quiet for a moment before he started screaming. “THAT SON OF A BITCH!” He slammed his fists back on the counter, fresh tears rolling down his face.

Remus rushed forward, pinning Virgil’s wrists down so he couldn’t hurt himself. No matter how pissed he was, Remus couldn’t see his crush get hurt. “What the fuck is going on, Virgil?”

Virgil froze again, looking away. “It’s none of your business. Just leave me alone.”

Remus growled, adding pressure to Virgil’s wrists, ignoring the way he winced. “Not this time, emo. You can’t just accuse me and say we aren’t friends, then tell me to fuck off when I don’t even know what you’re talking about!” He stepped closer, not giving him any room to squirm away. “So we’re not going anywhere until you’ve told me what’s going on.” Virgil looked away, and Remus growled. “You said that we’re friends, right? Then fucking treat me like one.”

There were a few moments of silence between them before Virgil sighed looking away, mumbling. “My name’s on ‘em.”

Remus’s grip loosened, confused. “Huh?”

Virgil groaned, pulling himself out of Remus’ hold and grabbing him by the wrist, removing his bracelet with practiced ease. He showed Remus the inside of the bracelet, where V.S. was stitched into the fabric. “Jacob’s little sister’s name is Sally. That’s my name. I sewed and etched it into every product.”

Remus stared for a minute until it hit him. “Did you make these?”

Virgil blushed and nodded. “Yeah, I sell them online. They take forever to make but it’s fun and I make a good amount of money off of it.” He huffed. “I shouldn’t of brought them to school. Yesterday Jacob had found me and was be-” he coughed “was talking to me, and he found them in my backpack. Said he would sell them for me, and in exchange I wouldn’t leave with a broken nose. All of the popular kids knew that I made them, because they bought a ton and flashed it off in front of me in the hallways.” He sniffled and wiped his tears away with his hoodie sleeve. “I… I thought you knew too. I thought you were like them.”

Remus stared for a few minutes before getting out his wallet. “How much do you normally charge for these?”

Virgil sputtered. “W-what? You don’t-”

Remus growled. “I know I don’t have to. Now. How. Much. Do. You. Charge?”

Virgil rambled off the price and Remus frowned. That wasn’t even half of what Jacob had charged for them. Still, he paid the price that Virgil listed before opening a backpack and grabbing a notebook and pen. “Do you know everything that he took? And how much you usually charge for them?” Virgil nodded softly, still a little mystified. “Can you write them down? Or if you have a picture it would be helpful.”

Virgil carefully wrote them all down, giving descriptions of each piece of jewelry and their worth. Remus nearly growled when he read the list. Virgil was missing almost $200 worth of jewelry, and based on Jacob’s prices, the asshole was going to make at least a $500 profit from all of this.

Remus took back his notebook and put it away, giving his crush one last look. “I promise I didn’t know about any of this, but now I’m going to fix it. Here,” he grabbed Virgil’s wrist and scribbled something on the back of his hand “here’s my number. If those assholes try something like this again, give me a call and I’ll go punch their teeth in.”

Virgil looked away. “You don’t have to…”

Remus chuckled. “Punch their teeth in? It’s kind of my signature move by this point. It would be a shame if I didn’t.”

The emo blushed, finding his shoelaces to be more interesting than looking Remus in the eye. “You don’t have to be so nice to me.”

Remus shook his head. “You earned my niceness, fair and square. You’re my friend, Emo. Do you know how many people get to call me that and mean it?” He snorted. “Do you know how many people get to call me a dumbass without immediately getting their bones broken? It’s a very short list.” He sauntered out of the bathroom, stopping as he reached the door. “You mean a lot to me V. And I’m gonna make these assholes pay.” He didn’t look to see Virgil’s reaction as he walked away, one goal in mind: make Jacob Smith’s life a living hell.

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Virgil went to class the next day, still in a slight state of shock. He felt numb all over, like he’d been drenched in ice water and was still dealing with the aftershocks. A lot had happened in the past 2 days, and he wanted nothing more than to lay down for a nap and not wake up until it all blew over.

Yesterday was awful. Usually Jacob just beat him up and went along his merry way, but instead he decided to ruin one of the few things that made Virgil happy. Jewelry making had been his passion for years, and seeing dozens of bullies showing him their new jewelry with a vindictive smirk, and knowing they were his but he wasn’t making a single penny, hurt him more than any punch or kick ever could.

But what hurt was seeing his only friend (and crush) sitting in the back of the room, showing off the jewelry that Virgil had specifically made with him in mind. Remus had been smirking, just like the bullies had as they flaunted off their jewelry, and Virgil had felt his heart break into a million pieces.

But that was yesterday. Today was a new day, and Virgil was wanting to crawl into a whole and never come out. Everyone would still be buying and showing off Virgil’s jewelry, some knowing where it came from, others having no idea. Jacob would probably come to beat Virgil up when he ran out of jewelry to sell, demanding more products that Virgil refused to make. He wasn’t going to spend all of his time on these products just to put money in Jacob’s pockets. And to top it all off, his friendship with Remus was probably ruined. Judging by how he acted yesterday, Remus would probably get upset if Virgil tried to distance himself again. But he was dreading the day where Remus would realize that Virgil wasn’t worth a decent English grade and tell him to fuck off.

Virgil was late to school today, so he didn’t actually realize that something was amiss until around lunch. No one had come up to Virgil to show off their jewelry, and a lot of students were staring at the emo as he walked by. When he took a closer look, he realized that the kids who had shown off their jewelry to him yesterday weren’t wearing them anymore, and some of them were sporting some nasty bruises. The ones who were wearing them were constantly staring at Virgil and… smiling? That was weird. But as Virgil sat down to eat his food another, more important question arose.

Where’s Jacob? And Remus?

His questions were answered in English class, where he overheard two students chatting as Virgil stepped in. Apparently Jacob and Remus had gotten into a fight and were now suspended. Virgil sat back in his normal spot, ignoring how the room went quiet as the ice water feeling returned with a vengeance. Remus got into a fight? Over him? That didn’t make any sense. Just the fact that Remus apologized and paid Virgil his debt for the jewelry was more than Virgil deserved. But the fact that Remus got into a fight with Jacob, because Jacob stole from Virgil, made something in his chest stutter. It made his heart race and his breath stop for a minute. Keep it cool Virgil, it’s not like someone as cool as Remus would ACTUALLY like you. His fight probably had nothing to do with me.

“Um, Virgil?” Virgil looked up at the random student next to him. Bethany, his brain half-heartedly supplied, still in a half state of shock. She was fiddling with the bracelets on her wrist, and it took Virgil a moment to realize they were his bracelets. “I-uh… I wanted to say sorry for what happened. Jacob told us he had brought those bracelets from home. We had no idea they were yours.” She pulled out her wallet. “Can I repay you for it? Or maybe buy more to make up for it?”

Virgil shook his head. “You don’t owe me anything. You already had to pay a stupidly high amount to Jacob, you shouldn’t have to waste more on me. I’ll be behind for a while on money, but I’ll get back up there eventually.” He blushed. “But if you want to buy more…” He scribbled down a url on his notebook paper and handed it to Bethany. “I have a website where you can customize your jewelry. It’ll take around a month or two depending on what it is, but I’ll have it done and shipped to your address as soon as it’s done.”

She took the paper and smiled gratefully. “Thank you so much! See you later Virgil!” She went back to her gaggle of friends, showing them the website url as they took pictures and typed it into their phones. Virgil smiled softly, glad to have at least a few potential customers after this.

When class was over, Virgil quickly grabbed his stuff from his locker and walked out the door. He was making his usual journey across the football field and towards the neighborhood when a familiar figure waved in the distance. Remus was underneath one of the bleachers, a familiar box in one hand and his backpack on the ground. Virgil ran over and hissed. “What are you doing here? You’re suspended right now! If they catch you on school grounds you’ll be expelled!”

Remus chuckled. “As if that would stop me from visiting my favorite emo.” Virgil flushed and looked at the wooden box. Remus suddenly perked up as he held out the box. “I got you your stuff back!” He sounded like an overexcited puppy and Virgil bit back a giggle, instead taking the box. He frowned when his hand came back wet.

“Uh, Remus?” He looked at his hand and cringed.

Remus tilted his head to the side, still resembling a puppy as he excitedly spoke. “Yeah?”

Virgil showed Remus the box. “This box is wet.”

“Yeah?”

“...With blood.”

“Yeah?”

“...Is it your blood?”

“I don’t think so!”

Virgil nodded, wiping his hand on his black skinny jeans. “Okay… thank you. It-” he looked away, blushing. “It means a lot to me.” He opened the box, looking at the contents. Around a third of the original jewelry was in the box, most of it he vaguely remembered the bullies wearing yesterday.

Remus smiled brightly, bouncing slightly as he grabbed his backpack. “That’s not even the best part! Look what I found while beating that asshole up!” Virgil hesitated before opening the bag, the not-so-nice part of him imagining Jacob himself shoved into the bag. Instead, the bag was filled to the brim with cash. Virgil stared at the money in shock while Remus explained. “That’s everything that he earned for selling your jewelry. He charged for a lot more than you did, but now you’ve made all of your money back and then some!”

Virgil tried to count the money at a glance, but his head started to spin after a minute. “Remus. How much money is in here?”

He giggled. “Almost $600. Jacob got a lot of money selling your stuff. He also had an extra 50 bucks that I added to the pot as compensation.”

Virgil nearly dropped the backpack in shock. He’d never had that much money before. This is it. I can actually start a business with this money. I can throw it into my bank account and actually have a chance at making jewelry after high school. At least as a side-job. He looked up at his crush, who was still bouncing slightly as he waited for praise. He did this for me. Remus gave me this chance. He did this because he cares. No one’s ever cared about me this much before.

Virgil didn’t realize what he was going to say until it was already out of his mouth. “Do you like coffee? With me?” He realized how jumbled his words were and he blushed. “I mean, would you like to go get some coffee with me? I know a good caffe a few blocks away. I know we aren’t too close, but maybe we could get to know each other better?”

Remus froze for a few seconds before he chuckled. “I don’t actually like coffee.” Virgil almost felt his heart drop, but his crush smirked at him. “But I know I’ll enjoy anything with you.” Virgil squeaked with a blush, and Remus chuckled. “Let’s go! We’ll get you some coffee, and we can talk about the inspiration behind your jewelry. Especially these.” He held out his wrist, showing off the dark green bracelet, a small purple heart sewn on the inside. Virgil blushed again. They both knew what inspired it. They both knew that Remus had inspired it. Or rather, Virgil’s feelings towards Remus. And Remus seemed okay with it, judging by his flirtatious chuckle and teasing grin.

Virgil eventually grabbed the resident bad boy’s hand, dragging him out from under the bleachers and towards the nearest cafe. He never thought he’d have a chance, but Remus gave it to him. And there was no way in hell that Virgil wasn’t going to take it.

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[afriendlyblackhottie]

plastic

Summary: No one had really expected Ransom to never set foot back into the Thromby house just because Harlan had left it to you, right?

Pairings: Ransom Drysdale x Black!reader

Warnings: smut, swearing, degradation, humiliation, oral (male receiving), dubcon, bondage, drugging, sex pollen

(A/N: Happy Halloween! Reblog, like, and comment. Most importantly enjoy.)

@titty-teetee

Sure his Grandfather had left you all of that money. He may have loved you for your kindness or whatever the fuck he’d said. You were some little orphaned girl with no family to run to so no wonder you spent all your time with him. You were the perfect target. 

He could kind of see why the old man had been so fond of you. During the time you’d spent together while he was lying to your face the whole time about not knowing what happened, he actually kind of enjoyed your company. You had this sad girl charm to you that normally he found exhausting which is why he didn’t enjoy mixing social classes, but on you it was quite becoming.

The way your pretty brown eyes welled up with tears as you confessed to him what you’d thought to be true. The way you were trying to protect his grandfather’s wishes. The way you’d lied so easily for him to everyone to protect Harlan’s dying wish.

He liked seeing such a loyal bitch. He didn’t want to let that go to waste. Of course you were never going to trust him now. Not after he’d tried to stab you with what turned out to be a stupid plastic knife. Fuck as he thought about it, though, he kind of liked the feeling. Of pressing that into your beautiful brown skin.

Fuck you deserved it after stealing his family’s fortune from right under their nose. 

He knew this house like no one else. All of the little tricks. Just like Harlan. Unfortunately you did, too, but he didn’t care as he climbed through that secret window that you’d stupidly left open.

You were already sound asleep in your bed. Good. That mean the drug he’d slipped into your wine was already working. He wondered if the other one was working, too. You’d kicked the covers off and groaned as you turned over. 

That time was now as he touched your soft skin. If only his Uncle Walt could see him now. About to fuck a little brown skinned girl until she was full of his cum to guarantee his share of the fortune because she’d be too ashamed to not share with him.

You stirred a little as he tied you up. He’d cut off your panties with his knife before working on your tank top. God your tits looked so beautiful. He heard you gasp behind your gag before letting out a scream.

“Shhh, don’t panic, Baby.” He leaned on the floor in front of you. “Do as I say and I won’t fucking kill you.”

Tears welled up in your eyes as you your eyes connected with his. You shook your head. “Nnnaha!” You tried to scream behind the cloth, but it was impossible. You tried to fight against your restraints, but again. 

“What the fuck,” he growled, grabbing onto your neck to force you to look at him, “did I just tell you?”

You sniffled and stopped trying to fight feeling the restraints growing tighter now as you nodded. You couldn’t understand why your body suddenly felt hot. Like a star had erupted and was engulfing you in it’s flames.

“That’s my girl.” He moved his knife along the swell of your breasts. He’d tied you up so you were spread wide open for him. Ready to take his dick whenever he finally decided to give it to you. 

Your eyes stayed trained on his knife as you waited for him to stick the blade into you like he’d wanted to do that day he’d been arrested for what he’d done to Fran. You sniffled again, feeling your tears dripping down your cheeks now.

“I won’t hurt you if you just behave for me, okay? Can you do that? Be a good girl for Daddy?”

You nodded reluctantly. The worst part about it was the way your cunt was reacting. Your pussy was begging for him to touch you. He could see your glistening cunt all dripping and wet. 

He bent down beside you to put his mouth on your nipple, biting into your flesh. You gasped as worked his tongue over the nub. He used a clamp over your other nipple.

“Heeee,” you begged because as much as you didn’t want to admit it, it felt so fucking good. He switched to the other one, smirking up at you as he bit into the other. 

“I always knew you were a horny little slut.” He squeezed your titty before smacking it. “Look at your dripping cunt.” His fingers went to your pussy as he set the knife onto the nightstand. “You know, with the right amount of money you can get anything,” he started. “Rope, a knife, nipple clamps. Sex pollen. You really should know better than to leave that window unlocked.” 

The bile raised up in your throat. He wished he could have snapped a picture of you in that moment. That look of disappointment in yourself. It was worth a million dollars. Fuck you were gorgeous.

“I’ve always thought about fucking this little cunt,” he said. “I should have done it when you’d first started working here.” He rubbed your clit even faster and as much as you hated it, your body was reacting. “And, this fucking ass.”

You shook your head, your body now wrecking with sobs as he violated you. Fuck why did it feel so good. It shouldn’t have felt so good. He was a fucking monster and you didn’t need him violating you like this.

“Been wanting to make you my little slut for a long time,” he whispered in your ear.

-

“Now, remember. If you bite me, that knife is slicing into one of your pretty little tits, okay?” He asked, pulling away your gag away from your mouth. 

You looked at him with those pathetic little eyes as you were right about to scream as he shoved his cock down your now open mouth, going so deep into your throat. 

“See what happens when you try to play games with me,” he said with a chuckle, moaning as he fucked your throat now. He groaned as spittle pooled out of your mouth as you gagged around him. “Promise to be a good little slut for me,” he said

You nodded. 

“No more screaming, right?”

You nodded again.

He didn’t stop fucking your mouth, though. Rocking his hips like he was fucking your pussy. You stuck your tongue all the way out almost like you were accepting your fate. Besides your body had been screaming for you to just let him do what he wanted. You needed the relief of him.

He reached down to play with your cunt again. Fuck you were dripping. It felt so damn good. His other hand grabbed onto your braids so he could help you. 

“Tell Daddy thank you for letting you suck my dick.” 

You nodded as he pulled you off of him. “Thank you for letting me suck your dick.” You took a deep breath before he could stick his dick into your mouth again. 

“Perfect,” he said. “Such a good little mouth.”

Your pussy was aching so much. You needed him to fuck you so bad. It felt like you would explode if he didn’t give you his cock. 

Finally he pulled you off of him. “Good girl. Not screaming or anything. I think you like it.”

You nodded again.

“Use your words.” He grabbed your chin, using his thumb to enter your mouth. Fuck you looked so pretty all needy and with spit drying on your face.

“I like it,” you replied. “I need it.”

“Good fucking slut.” He kissed you so roughly as he kept his hands on your cunt. He kissed down your body, nipping and sucking along your body until he could get to your pussy where he got back on his knees in front of you. 

He entered you so quickly. You cried out, wishing you could wrap your arms around his neck. Fuck he felt so damn good. Why was he so damn god big.

“Fuck me,” you cried. “Please. I need it, Daddy.”

“God, I always knew I could turn you into a little whore.” He wrapped one of his hands around your neck. 

“Please, don’t ever stop fucking me, Daddy. I love it.”

“Yeah?” He groaned. “You love Daddy’s dick?” 

You nodded. “It’s so fucking good. So big.”

“You’re taking me so damn good,” he said. “All your little holes belong to me, huh.”

“Yes, Daddy,” you replied.

“I want you to fucking say it.” He squeezed your neck a little harder, just enough to where it only made it all feel that much better.

“All my holes belong to you, Daddy,” you said. 

“Even your little asshole?” 

You nodded. “Especially my asshole,” you cried. “Can you untie me, please. I want you to fuck me from behind.”

“I don’t know, Baby, what if you run away?” He asked.

You shook your head. “I won’t,” you replied. “I promise.”

He leaned forward to undo one of the ties around your wrist before untying the other. Soon he flipped you onto your stomach so he could slam into you. You gasped, trying to work back against him.

“I want it harder,” you begged, putting your face into the pillows. “Please. More. Rougher. Fuck me dirty, Daddy.”

“Good fucking bitch,” he said. He did as she’d asked. Smacking her ass as he rubbed his thumb over her other hole.

The way you tightened around him as he watched your cum all juicy on his dick. “I’m gonna cum!” You gasped.

“Cum for me, Bitch. Cum for me.” He rubbed your clit furiously trying to bring it along as you exploded around him. It was like you were seeing stars.

-

He groaned as he flipped over onto his back. “You’re fucking insatiable you know that.” He pulled you into his arms.

You giggled kissing his face. “It’s your fault for giving me that drug or whatever.”

“I told you it was strong.” He chuckled.

You reached over to grab the knife he’d used at first, trailing it up and down his chest before pressing it into him.

He let out a soft hiss as it pricked his skin. “Ow.” He furrowed his brow as the blade disappeared into the casing.

You giggled. “Who would have thought we’d end up fucking like animals after you tried to stab me.”

“I find it pretty romantic.” He smiled lazily before kissing your forehead. “I love you, Sweetheart.”

“I love you, too.”

“I’m really glad that knife turned out to be plastic.” He closed his eyes getting all comfortable with you in his arms.

“Me, too.”

[m-y-fandoms]

Kazuichi Souda x abused reader one-shot

Request: Hi! Can I request a Kazuichi x abused!reader hurt/comfort fic with the reader written gender-neutral? Preferably with them friends at the beginning and then a love confession. I don't have any dealbreakers/things I don't want in there. Thanks!

Thanks for the submission! Kazuichi can be such a sweetheart when he wants to be….and the sharp teeth...purrr. Anyway, the reader’s gender is neutral, so anyone can read this one with themselves in mind! - Mod Kokichi

Triggers and Warnings: thoughts of suicide briefly mentioned, implied sexual and physical abuse, panic attacks, anxiety, sexual assault discussed. Major Spoilers for Danganronpa 2.

     Kazuichi Souda had always been a close friend of yours. You grew up in the same middle-class neighborhood, going to the same old boring elementary school, then middle school, and eventually you moved into public high school together. He was the closest thing you had to a brother, and you cared about him more than anyone you could think of. He sat with you on the bus, and as you both grew, you instead walked to and from school together. He was funny, dramatic, flirty, talented, and a compassionate friend. He was the only one in your life interested in your hobby of writing poetry, and while he didn’t really get all the figurative language and metaphors and whatnot, being a man who worked with his hands and not his mind, he supported you and read them all anyway. Kazuichi’s support, boosting your confidence, is what got you to start publishing your poems online regularly, and submitting them to small blogs and huge literary magazines alike. You started to gain a small income for your writing, and it was all because of his prescence and care. He was always hanging out with you in his garage or basement as you typed away on your laptop, and you loved being around him. Problems began as you grew closer, though. Problems for you, at least. Kazuichi, for all his great traits and talents, was not one to take hints, and the more you fell in love with your best friend, the worse your mental health got, knowing in the back of your mind that he’d never feel the same way. Of course, what was going on at home didn’t help the situation.

     It seemed that your luck was going to change, when one normal Tuesday, toward the end of sophomore year, you’d gotten word that Hope’s Peak Academy, the best high-school in the country, had a scout looking around your area, which was relatively close to the academy anyway. Within days, both you and Kazuichi had received letters stating that it would be an honor to have you next semester as the incoming Ultimate Poet and Ultimate Mechanic. Of course, you both lost your minds, talking on the phone all night until you abruptly hung up on him in the middle of your sentence. He never asked why, simply thinking your phone cut out, and that he’d see you tomorrow anyway. You came to school late the next day, around lunch time, new scratches under your eye and a bruise on your wrist. When he asked about it, you told him the reason the phone call ended so suddenly was because you’d tripped down your stairs, and the tumble messed up your phone pretty bad, but that you’d have it fixed by tonight! He nodded, accepting the answer and quickly switching to the excitement of starting at Hope’s Peak Academy.

     “They have dorms there for students to stay in, pretty sick, huh?” He tapped your lunch tray with his fork, encouraging you to eat before the bell rang and lunch was over. “Now I can sneak over to your room whenever!” He said a little too seductively, seeing your flustered look. “T-to hang out of course and knock out some noobs in PvP! I’ll bring all of my consoles, no doubt, and I can get back into teaching you how to take apart a car!” You smiled weakly before replying, looking at the food in front of you instead of into his eyes.

     “Yeah...about that. The dorms are optional, and my parents are forcing me to commute.” 

     “Wha?!?!?” Souda’s mouth hung open in one of his usual over-dramatic displays. “No fair! That’s ass! Why the hell not? I bet you’ll be the only student not living on campus!” Way to make them feel better, Souda.

     “Kazuichi, they just don’t feel comfortable with me living away from home before I’m completely self-sufficient and of legal age. Just…let it go, please,” your voice faded out toward the end, and seeing how serious you were, he let it go, content to pout about it later to himself or try to convince you to try and change your parents’ minds later in the week.

     “Can I at least pick you up every morning to bring you on your dumb ass commute to school?” Souda grinned widely after presenting his question. You compromised, letting him have this small victory.

     “Sure, Kazu.”

     But, nothing changed, it seemed, and the new semester quickly came, with you attending Hope’s Peak Academy with the love of your life...er best friend, Kazuichi Souda. He was in almost all of your classes, refusing to pay attention and flirting with random people, a new crush to obsess over each week. Same old Kazuichi, chasing after the object of his interests endlessly, but it never bothered you much. You knew they were always quick infatuations, with him coming on too strongly, getting rejected, and ultimately spending his whole day with you regardless, complaining to you about his rejection, or dishing info of his new crush. You visited his dorm room, with all of the same excuses for not wanting to sit on his bed to play video games, not wanting to stay too late, not explaining in detail where these bruises where coming from.

     Kazuichi, again, wasn’t the most observant guy around. You’d known him since you were both six years old, and he still didn’t know why you’d come to school with puffy red bags under your eyes, why you’d cry at lunch in the bathroom, why you wouldn’t let him high five you or touch shoulders with him on the bus, even though the small seat was a tight squeeze. He always took your excuses at face value, and trusted you, his best bud. It usually went something like this:

Elementary School:

     “Y/N...w-why are you crying?”

     “My pet fish died last night. I really loved him, Kazu…” you sniffled, pulling yourself together.

Middle School:

     “Y/N, where did that bruise come from? Man, that’s a really dark one this time!” He would try to grab your arm and take a closer look, and you’d shrink away.

     “P-please don’t touch it! It’s awfully sore! I fell off my bed this morning, it was a pretty rough fall!” You’d chuckle.

Hope’s Peak Academy:

     “Hey, Y/N, let’s hang out at your place after school, yeah? My dorm room is really dirty and I think there’s a random fire drill today. Such a hassle.” He smirked wickedly, thinking himself so clever.

     “Kazuichi, you’ve known me for like ten years…”

     “Yeah…?” he mused.

     “And you know my parents don’t let me have friends over. Why did you think this would work now, today, all of a sudden?” you feigned anger, huffing before smiling at him.

     “Awww come on, just this once?” He crept up behind you to pounce playfully on your shoulders, and you glided to the side quickly, your back hitting the lockers a little too roughly. Your breath quickened, and he looked at you with wide eyes. “Y/N...geez, are you okay? I wasn’t gonna like take you down in a full- on tackle you know? Just shake you a bit!” He chuckled awkwardly, scratching the back of his neck, his sharp teeth showing in that stupid grin you loved.

     “Y-you just surprised me is all,” you steadied your breathing, hoping to avoid an all out panic attack. Come on, get it together, Y/N, you thought to yourself. Not in front of him, anyone but him. “But, anyway,” you moved back to his side, not close enough to touch, of course, “ you know my parents are really strict and extreme germaphobes. They barely want me living there, making a mess,” you laughed nervously, and Kazuichi remained silent, his mind racing. “Kazu…?”

     “Oh, y-yeah! What? Oh, yeah, I know. Your folks sure are nuts, huh? You’d think they’d be like super psyched that you got into Hope’s Peak and be proud of you or some shit, and let you have more freedom..or at least less-strict rules. Man, they are so unreasonable. It’s crazy...”

     He had no idea…

     He walked you home, telling you he would pick you up around six to hang out with a small group of your friends at the local diner, but since he busted his dad’s car trying to improve it, he’d have to let Nekomaru drive. You nodded, telling him you couldn’t wait, before entering your prison for the afternoon. You immediately ran to your room and locked it, not that it ever helped when your dad had a master key, and when he was drunk, even that didn’t even matter. No need for a key when you can just aggressively bust the door open, breaking the lock. You’d asked Kazuichi if he knew how to fix a lock, him of course offering to come over and fix it, but fearing he’d ask too many questions and get too close to the truth, you quickly shut him up and said you’d Youtube a tutorial. You did, and spent your own money on the tools and materials needed to fix it. Even though it didn’t do much to stop your rampaging father, something about the small comfort of having a locked door gave you the hope that maybe one day...maybe one day, he’d figure it was too much work to bother with, and retreat back into his room.

~

     “Dude, why do they hate me so much?” Kazuichi sighed, leaning on the door of Nekomaru’s car and looking angrily out the window. Even if he wasn’t being overly dramatic on purpose, with Nekomaru’s size, he was left squished and forced to lean on the door anyway.

     “HAHA, man, you’re being ridiculous! You know that’s bullshit. Y/N’s known you longer than any of us, and you know they adore you!” Nekomaru laughed, driving a little faster then he should down the suburban street.

     “Well, they don’t ‘adore’ me they way I do them, ya know? Am I ugly? I’m ugly, aren’t I?”

     “I think you’re objectively attractive!” Nekomaru shouted his support.

     “T-then why the hell don’t they like me like that?! Man, I’ve spent years with Y/N, I compliment them, I love reading their poetry, and I don’t even like poetry! I spend all my free time with them! There’s no one I’d rather be around! They even like watching me work on my dad’s dinky ass car! Who wants to watch that?!”

     “Souda...have you even told Y/N that you like them like that?!” Nekomaru smirked.

     “Well...no.” He sheepishly admitted, then gained his indignant tone back, “Hell no! I can’t do that! I mean, I’ve had crushes before, people I’ve wanted to smash or make out with, o-or take out to dinner, but nothing...nothing like this!”

     “You love ‘em? Y/N, I mean,” Nekomaru asked rather quietly, for once, deadly serious. Kazuichi went silent. The silence hung in the air for a few minutes. “I mean, ten years is a long time to know someone, enough time to fall in love…” he trailed off. Kazuichi puffed out his cheeks, ever stubborn, tracing his finger on the window. A good while passed with the two men in silence on the way to your house.

   “A-anyway, they won’t even let me fuckin’ touch ‘em. Ten years, and you know what I’ve got? Maybe one high five, an accidental bump when chilling at my place. I’ve got shit! Always a reason we can’t hug or arm wrestle and…..And! They never let me go to their place! Like, what is that? They say it’s their parents’ rule but like c’mon, ten years? I know that’s a lie. They just don’t want me there. Don’t trust me, or think I’m a creep or annoying or…” He trailed off, getting a little too upset by his own words.

     “Maybe there’s a reason for that... You put too little faith in them, but, anyway, I think you’re overthinking it, pal. I mean, you never know what someone’s feeling until you ask, and you’ve never asked. You think my players just go out on the field with a sprained ankle without telling me, or me askin’ if there’s a reason they are limping? NO! Communication is key to any type of relationship! You’ve known them longer then me, would it really hurt to ask them out?! Or confess your feelings?!

     But he never did, for fear of a rejection more brutal than he could ever handle. He couldn’t risk making things so awkward that you disappeared from his life, and so, you and Kazuichi Souda, two idiots madly in love, remained friends. Friends that never touched.

~

     But then, you woke up to sun in your eyes, blistering heat and humid air soaking through your long sleeve sweater. You sat up quickly, feeling sand trickle down your turtleneck and run through your fingers.

     “What the hell?” Upon standing, fear quickly set in when you took in the sight of some white-haired guy you didn’t know talking to some brunette with a white shirt that you also didn’t know. They turned to you, hearing you stir from your sleep.

     “Ah, you’re up and about!” The white-haired boy smiled gently, his eyes crinkling closed. “We decided to let everyone wake at their own pace before exploring. You were the last one, so that’s why no one else but us is here. This is Hajime Hinata, and I’m Nagito Komaeda, a pleasure to meet you.” He held out his hand, approaching you, but you simply looked at it, pulling your arms into your chest. “Oh, I’m sorry. Not one for introductions, huh?” He put his finger to his lip, looking up slightly with a pensive expression, “ or maybe you’re just a bit shaken up? Hey, that’s fine. I can try to get Usami over here to give you the run-down like she did for the rest of us!” He smiled again, the other boy, Hajime, looking as confused and uncomfortable as you were.

    “Rest of us? How many others? Where are we? I w-was just walking into Hope’s Peak for my first day of class and then I...well I guess I must have passed out. I’m Y/N, by the way.”

     “Ah, Y/N, I think I saw your name on the class roster online! Your poetry was wonderful, by the way. I read a lot of it online. It’s so hope-inspiring. Yep, we’re classmates for sure. And about that whole passing out thing, it’s the same for all of us, we don’t really know what happened,” Nagito continued.

     “All of us? Who? Nagito, who do you keep talking about?” You were growing impatient and scared.

     “The rest of our class,” Hajime spoke up, seeing your frustration, crossing his arms over his chest, “Nagito was about to come with me to meet them all. He apparently did already.”

     Then it clicked.

     “The rest of our class? For the new semester at Hope’s Peak right?” Your heart was going a mile a minute, panic setting in, but a seed of hope planting itself and pushing forth your next words. “Nagito, do you remember all of their names? Was one of them Kazuichi Souda? Pink hair, Ultimate Mechanic?” Nagito nodded plainly. “Take me to him, now...please.”

~

     You sat in your cottage at the hotel resort on Jabberwock Island that night, it’s breezy, calming beach aesthetic making you sick to your stomach. It was all a big fucking lie, a mask to cover the scent of death that lingered around the island and carried itself on the wind. That stupid ass bear decorated the place to look like a tropical paradise, complete with complimentary meals and essentials at an all-you-could-want supermarket, but it all was a ploy, a trick. You’d be a fool to trust anything or anyone but Souda in the coming weeks.

     Speaking of Souda, after Monokuma had thoroughly harassed Usami...or Monomi or whatever, announced the killing game, and sent you all to your cottages with nothing but fear and an electronic tablet, Souda had been in and out of your room, checking on you and venting about his own worries. You two talked for hours, then he’d go and shower, then he’d come back, and you’d get food from the restaurant nearby and bring it back to your cottage to hopefully eat safely together behind your locked door. Souda was usually your rock, but it was no use this time around. He was no knight in shining armor, and could only do so much to cheer you both up. He was nearly pissing his pants in fear of your situation, and you couldn’t blame him.

     Neither of you knew what had happened, or how you’d gotten here, though you tried to recall it all night with him until your brains hurt. There was no memory beyond the first day of school, walking into the entrance hall. There were no classes, no commuting to school, no hang-outs in his dorm, and most importantly, no conversation between him and Nekomaru.

     Days passed and you noticed Souda coming to your room less and less, and being more distant when he did show up. You thought maybe it was just this killing game getting to his head, making him more aloof and prone to spacing out, until you finally exited your cottage alone for the first time one afternoon to join the others at the restaurant at Byakuya’s request. Apparently, there was going to be a meeting. Everyone would be there, so for a killing to occur was highly unlikely, with everyone as a witness.

     You crept into the restaurant, skittish and on edge. Your head was on a swivel all the way there until you saw Kazuichi sitting with everyone else, an entranced look on his face. You knew this look all too well, and followed his gaze to none other than the Ultimate Princess herself, Sonia Nevermind. Oh boy, really Kazu...in the middle of a fucking murder vacation??? Really??? You scoffed, always surprised by this boy you’d known for so long, but you shouldn’t have been at this point. Same old Souda…

     You sat by him, expecting a toothy grin and welcome as always, but he just kept...staring at Sonia as your little meeting was about to start. You were all just waiting on a few more people.

     “Kazu.” You whispered, reaching out to poke him but pulling away at the last second. He didn’t move a muscle. “Kazuichi!” You said a built louder, tapping the table in front of him.

     “Oh! Uh, hey Y/N, what’s up? Sorry I didn’t come over for breakfast. I was uh….distracted,” and just like that his gaze went back to Sonia, practically drooling over her. Fuyuhiko, the little yakuza, and Peko Pekoyama, the master swordswoman were the last to enter, and the meeting commenced.

     Byakuya and Hajime were the main voices of reason and the evident leaders of your pack. Byakuya was planning a party, and he wanted you all there to discuss your plans for escape further and get closer to one another so that hopefully an unkillable bond was formed. You’d all be in the same place, and there would be no weapons or objects that could potentially be dangerous. Teruteru would make the food, Nagito would clean up the place beforehand.

     You could hardly focus on the conversation as your emotions were starting to bubble up. Every single time Sonia suggested an addition to the plan or agreed with someone, Kazuichi spoke up too, supporting her with big sparkling goo goo eyes

     What the hell was this? You seethed, stewing in your seat. He always had new crushes, that was normal, but he usually just watched them intently and staked their social media then confessed way too soon to them and got rejected and told you all about them later on in private when you were inevitably together all day afterw- wait...was this why he wasn’t visiting your cottage as much? Is this why he wasn’t talking to you as much as usual? A stupid crush? What was wrong with him. He never acted this way, not this bad. You were starting to worry...

     You looked at him, your eyes on fire as he continued to faun over Princess Nevermind and her fucking perfect flowing blonde hair and fucking perfect voice and-

     “Alright, you’re all dismissed.” Byakuya wrapped up the meeting, and everyone began to disperse. Kazuichi jumped up, rushing over to ask Miss Sonia if she wanted him to walk her home. You were fuming at that point, finding this whole scene unbelievable, and stomped to your cottage alone.

~

     The next night, Byakuya Togami was murdered at his own party, and Teruteru was fried to a crisp in front of your eyes. You broke down in a full-on panic attack after that first trial, in your locked room alone, having showered and gotten into bed immediately after, deciding to never leave this room again. Kazuichi came knocking the next day, asking if you wanted to explore the new island that Monokuma opened up with him and Sonia, but you coldly refused, almost slamming the door in his face.

     Eventually, you were forced out of your room by Monokuma’s mandatory motive meetings, and Kazuichi always stood by Sonia, saying one or two words to you before you left.

     You curled up in your bed again, alone that night.

     How could this happen? Your own thoughts enshrouded you, swirling around like black smoke of despair. Why is he doing this…? Is he- maybe he’s finally in love for real...no, not Kazuichi. He’s supposed to be mine...my best friend. Does ten years mean nothing to him? How could he do this?! She clearly doesn’t even like him back! Your anger and self-pity was turning into blind rage. It took everything you had to not scream at the top of your lungs and start throwing things. As you began to drift off into sleep, you told yourself that if you didn’t start looking on the bright side, you were going to end up dead, maybe by your own hands.

     Maybe this is just a crush after all, just...this killing game has pushed his emotions into over-drive too! Yeah, that’s it! He’s forcing himself to look on his own bright side, and this little crush is his way of staying sane...but why wouldn’t he just come to you to stay sane? Why couldn’t you be his bright side? You were always his confidant, and him yours….stop! Stop it Y/N, happy thoughts. Your dad can’t get you here. He won’t be sneaking in your room at night. You can sleep soundly...unless a classmate busts in to murder you.

     “Fuck!” You cried out, deciding to stay up the entire night writing poetry on the notepad by your bed. “I’ll get out of this. We will get out of this, me and Kazu. Surely no one is gonna kill again after how rough that first trial was…”

     And then Mahiru died, and then you watched Peko die, and Fuyuhiko was taken away by Monokuma’s little ambulance.

     As you exited the trial grounds this time around, you all walked in a small huddle back to the cottages, your spirits shot, despair taking over. Kazuichi was just close enough to you to get a few words in through the awkward silence.

     “H-hey, that one was pretty rough, huh? Worst then the last. I mean, I actually discovered the body this time...it was traumatizing, you know?”

     “I don’t know, why don’t you go tell Sonia about it!” You spat, rather loudly for the timid friend he knew. The rest of the group mostly ignored you, a few uncomfortable glances in your direction.

     “What do you mean? I’m telling you right now, I can talk to her later,” he chuckled apprehensively, hands in the pockets of his jumpsuit.

     “Why not go tell her now? What, did she finally tell you to fuck off, so you’re falling back on your back-up mode of getting attention?!” Arriving at the entrance of the resort, your group stepped through. The all could feel the awkwardness in the air, but none more then Sonia, her name being mentioned more than once.

     “Y/N, w-where is this coming from?” Kazuichi’s eyes widened at your harsh words.

     “I know you’re not fucking serious! It’s Sonia, Sonia, Sonia all day every day but now you wanna talk to me? Oh gee, thanks! After ten fucking years I’m glad you’ve decided I earned this conversation. I’m honored!” The group looked toward you two, keeping their distance, some of them sweating, some chuckling at Souda’s expense

     “Looks like the idiot grease monkey messed up big time,” Hiyoko giggled behind her kimono sleeve with an evil smile before Hajime urged the others to just mind their business and head to their rooms. Surprisingly, they all listened, too sad and tired to argue or grab their popcorn to watch this entertaining display. You two were left alone there, Kazuichi completely frozen with pure terror.

     “Y/N, I-“

     “Fuck you, Kazuichi! We’re being murdered one by one, and you drop me for a fucking infatuation over some Barbie?!” You knew you shouldn’t be blaming Sonia at all or bringing her into this with insults, but you were so infuriated that you’d have to let the guilt sink in later and apologize to her. He tried to approach you, reaching out. “Don’t fucking touch me! Don’t even look at me! From now on, I’m looking out for only myself! You leave me alone, you hear? Sonia can be your one and only! You saw how Fuyuhiko felt about losing Peko, his closest friend? Well...I was hoping that wouldn’t have to be us…” you let him fill in the rest of your sentence in his imagination, as your voice faltered, tears springing up.

     “Y/N, don’t cry...please.”

     “Goodnight Kazuichi,” and you walked swiftly past him, slamming the door to your cottage.

     The next night, Kazuichi and the others visited Fuyuhiko in the hospital on the new island while you stayed in your room, but Souda lingered after everyone left, hoping to get some alone time with the injured yakuza. He told Fuyuhiko of his situation with you from the beginning: the bruises, not letting him come over, shrinking away fron any and all touch, his love for you, his feeling of imminent rejection every time he thought about confessing. To his surprise, Fuyuhiko, having lost the bite in his voice along with Peko, merely listened, then, being more intuitive and aware of obvious signs, told Kazucihi that you were most likely being abused at home, and didn’t want him to know. Kazuichi felt like his soul left his body...what? How could he have missed this?

     Fuyuhiko had seen it a lot growing up, the fellow sons of other yakuza members getting beat on by their aggressive dads, the daughters being touched inappropriately by other members or rival clans, the aftermath, the behaviors. He spoke his piece, his advice, and after a long man-to-man talk...one full of Fuyuhiko’s regrets, of Peko’s dutiful ignorance of her own feelings, and a lifetime of friendship that yearned to be maybe just a bit more, Kazuichi knew what he had to do.

~

     A knock on your door that night startled you from your nap. You ignored it. The knock came again, much louder, more desperate this time.

     “Monokuma didn’t say there was a new motive and I already ate dinner, so leave me alone!” You yelled to whoever it was, assuming it may be Hajime asking for another meeting for yet another faulty escape plan.

     “It’s...it’s me,” his voice cracked. Your face heated up, in anger or sadness, you didn’t know…

     “Go away!”

     “Please. Please, Y/N...just this once. I need to talk to you. I need to.” You stood up, walking to the door and placing your weary head against it to hear him better.

     “I don’t want to talk. You’re making this harder on us both. Let’s just make this a clean break, that way, if one of us dies, it won’t hurt as much.”

     “Are you fucking serious? Won’t hurt as much? Are you crazy?! Losing you would be the worst thing that ever happened to me!” Your eyes widened, tears threatening to fall, “I don’t…” he calmed himself, a bit embarrassed of how much his voice wavered. “I don’t want a clean break and neither do you so open up, or I’ll sit here all night.”

     “You idiot! You can’t! You’re a sitting duck outside alone at night.” Why did you care? You’d chosen to end your friendship.

     “Then...then I guess I’ll just wait to be murdered. I’m not moving. I mean, I’m scared. I don’t wanna die, but-“ the door swung open, Kazuichi suddenly face to face with your sleep deprived eyes. He nodded, walking in and sitting on your bed. You closed the door and locked it, standing against the door in a very defensive stance. “Please, come sit.”

     “No.”

     “Please!” You saw fresh tears sting his eyes now, and you gave in, sitting a few feet apart on your bed and refusing to make eye contact.

     “What do you want?”

“I think you know what I want.” He spoke rather confidently for his current emotional state. Your heart skipped a beat and you sat there silently. He continued. “Why did you never let me come to your house?” What? Why was he bringing this up now?

     “What do you mean? This is what you wanted to talk abo-“

     “Just answer me!”

     “I told you many times, my parents were strict and-“

     “That’s a lie. What were all the bruises from? The random scratches and bandaids popping up randomly?”

     “Kazuichi, don’t-“ you were starting to breath heavy, fearing your blissfully oblivious friend was finally catching on to your dark secrets.

     “Why won’t you let me touch you? Ten years, and I couldn’t hug the person I...my best friend...I couldn’t even touch you! Why is that?!” He was so furious, more at your father for hurting you than you for hiding this from him when he could’ve stepped in and helped. The usual up-and-down tonation, the random cracks and stutters when he was nervous, were nowhere to be found.

     “Kazu, PLEASE-”

     “It’s because your dad was touching you, right?! And you didn’t want anyone to know!” He spat, and you collapsed forward into his arms, sobbing freely into his chest. He froze at the contact at first, completely in shock. You sniveled and drooled into his chest, barely breathing, you were shaking so hard. Slowly, his arms closed in on you, wrapped around tightly, and you let him, as he leaned back until you were laying on his chest face-down, soaking his jumpsuit and undershirt.

     “Y/N…just breathe.” After a few moments he spoke, letting your sobs die down into little whimpers. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

     “I was humiliated. I was scared. I didn’t want you to look at me differently, like I was pitiful or tainted.”

     “That’s insane and you know it. I would never judge you for something your fucked up dad forced on you. Was he hit hitting you too or just…”

     “Yes...all the time.”

     “I could’ve gotten you out of there, into a shelter or living with me. My parents aren’t the best but they’d understand-“

     “I didn’t want you to deal with that. I didn’t want you to know any of it.”

     “Deal with that? What, you? Deal with you? Y/N…” he trailed off, scared when that old friend, rejection sat in back of his mind.

     “What, Kazu?” you needed to hear it. Your life depended on it at this point.

     “I...I love you. It’s not ‘dealing’. I want to help you, I want to love you. I’ve wanted to touch you, like this…” Your heart rate, finally having calmed down from your tantrum, started up again.

     “Kazu…”

     “I’m sorry I didn’t know. I should’ve known, but I chose to be oblivious and mess around with our friendship like an idiot.”

     “Stop, Kazuichi. None of what happened to me was your fault. I won’t allow you to think otherwise. Don’t you dare.”

     “I could’ve stopped it, though.”

     “That’s in the past now...and to be honest, it feels...good.”

     “Good?” He was immensely confused by how any of this could be considered good.

     “A relief, I mean...Kazu, no one knew. Nobody knew about it. I wanted to tell you. For so long I’ve wanted to, and to tell you that, I love you too.” He pulled you both into a sitting position, wanting to see your eyes and make sure you were for real. “It feels less painful, now that you know the truth. It still hurts, what my dad did will always leave scars on my heart and body but-” Kazuichi let all of his fears blow away in the wind, leaning down and gently pressing his lips into yours. Tears ran down your face as you closed your eyes and let yourself be absorbed by his love. He pulled away, allowing you to finish your thought:

“- I’m not afraid anymore.”

[amane-by-together]

Hanafuda || Amane Yugi

(Part 2 of 10)

genre: fluff, school, slice of life, modern au (where all wonders live)

warnings: cursing, grocery puns

summary: amane yugi spends his school days skipping classes until he meets [name] [surname], a student from the other class, who was also skipping classes and eventually the two of them formed a platonic friendship. cutting classes and playing hanafuda together strengthens their friendship but soon unexpected feelings blossom between the two.

[name], for the first time in weeks, finally decided to take just one class for the sake of her attendance. In Amane's case, he almost forgot where he was seated but thankfully he remembered that he sat behind Yashiro Nene.

“Why the hell do I have to go to class, cheese and fucking fries.” [name] grumbled under her breath. “Just one whole class for this day and the rest I'll skip,”

“[surname]-san!” [name] frowned at her guy classmate (or does she even remember him) who was standing in front of the entrance blocking her way. “It's a rare thing for you to come to class.”

“Mind your fucking business you person I don't bother to remember.” [name] wore a distasteful expression to the guy so that he will know that she ain't interested in playing with him. “First thing in the morning and I'm already pissed as hell.”

[name] lazily made her way to her designated desk and sits down. Everyone stared at [name], who was currently confused why they had their eyes on her. She suddenly became uncomfortable. “What?” she said in a cold tone. “The fuck are you all looking at?”

In fear, everyone turned their heads back and continued what they were doing. [name] rolled her eyes, she didn't have any time to deal with their shit.

‘I'm gonna go out after lunch, I hope Amane-kun was there, otherwise it'll be lonely...’ [name] rests her cheek on top of her palm, looking at the board with an unamused expression. ‘I've been hanging out too much with Amane-kun, if only we're both classmates—’

“[surname]-san.” [name]'s thoughts were interrupted by her teacher's voice. She tilted her head waiting for another word. “Someone wanted to see you.”

‘Who tf—?’ The annoyed female stood up from her chair, she let out a small sigh. Who would want to see [name] in the middle of the class? Well maybe that someone would return something to her, the thing is, she didn't lent anything amongst the hundreds of students in the school. Then, who could it be?

“Sir, may I ask who?”

“Yugi from Class A.”

[name] blinked. “P-pardon?”

“He wants to give you something.” [name] swore she saw the teacher smirk at her. The whole class looked at [name] again but this time they were mentally teasing her.

Tsukasa's eyes widened in pure shock, he glanced over to [name] and smiled brightly. “[name]-chi is Amane's girlfriend?”

And soon everyone started to fangirl loudly. [name] facepalmed really hard muttering “Shut the fuck up.” under her breath multiple times. Her ears started to burn because of embarrassment. “You all must be mistaken.” she chuckled nervously. “We're not dating.”

“Hmm, then explain why I always saw you two together during lunch?” Tsukasa asked with a teasing glint in his eyes. [name]'s eye twitched in annoyance now that the younger twin seems to be supporting the idea of she and Amane being together.

“Uh, can I go now?” [name] pointed at the door wincing to escape the situation. “I can't let him wait that long.” She walked out of the classroom and saw Amane waiting for her outside with his hands on his back. Was he hiding something?

“Amane-kun.” The said boy had his head perked up to her direction, [name] went over to him and shot her hand up. “Yo.”

“Why is everyone staring at us?” Amane pointed at his finger towards the group of classmates peeking over to the two teens.

“Don't mind them.” [name] swats her hand. “Anyways, why did you call me?”

Amane gave her a small paper bag. [name] blinked twice and gently grabbed the bag. “What's this?”

The choppy haired boy's cheeks turned red and started talking in pout while looking away. “It's a bracelet...” he murmured. “They're matching bracelets, I'm currently wearing mine.”

“You bought this for me?” [name] resisted the urge to hug Amane, if only her classmates weren't watching her. She smiled, pink dusted upon her cheeks. “Thanks Amane-kun.”

“I-It's no big deal, really, but I'm glad you like it.” Amane sheepishly rubbed the back of his neck while grinning.

[name] placed her hand on his shoulder, stood on the tips of her toes slightly and whispered something on his ear. “By the way do you want to skip classes after lunch?”

“I kinda plan to do that so I guess it's a yes.” Amane whispered back at her.

“Yeah, we're definitely skipping again.”

The two of them broke down in a fit of giggles as they pulled away from each other. “Hey [name], do you have plans later?” he asked.

“Not really, why'd you ask?”

Amane's cheeks started to burn again, he gained a little confidence and looked at [name] in a flustered state. “Well, why don't we go somewhere else after school? Just the two of us?”

“Of course.” [name] answered. Amane let out a sigh of relief and smiled back at his female friend.

“I gotta go back to class.” Amane patted her shoulder before dashing off towards his classroom. “I'll see you later!”

“You too,” [name] had her hand slightly raised up. She let out a small chuckle and looked at the paper bag. “Amane-kun, you really are a wonder...”

She quickly switched back to her aloofness and glared at her classmates. “The fuck are you all looking at?” she asked as her classmates hurriedly went over to their desks. “Honestly, when will they learn not to meddle in a private conversation.” she murmured right before she entered the classroom

“I don't fucking get this projectile motion.” [name] was in a state of existential crisis remembering the physics lesson that they tackled during class. “Did I really skip that much?”

“In my case I only understood Earth and Life Sciences.” Amane changed his school shoes and placed them inside his shoe locker. [name] waited for him, placing her hand on her waist and whistled a little bit. After that the two of them started to walk next to each other. “[name]-san, did you notice that everyone was staring at you?”

“You didn't think it was you who they were staring at?” [name] scratched her head, her silver bracelet was twinkling against the sunset.

“Nope.” Amane answered. “It's definitely you, must be because you're pretty.”

[name] lets out a weird sound of disbelief and shock. Amane stopped on to his tracks as he realized what he had said. “I-I mean, yeah you are pretty, n-not gonna lie t-though.” he stuttered with a blush forming on his visuals.

“S-sorry.” It was [name]'s turn to blush, she looked down on her feet as her bangs were covering her eyes. “I-It's just no o-one h-has ever called me p-pretty before.”

“I-I always f-find you pretty so...” Amane can feel his whole face burning like embers. The two of them made eye contact and it felt like time had stopped between them. “If you like, I'll gladly call you pretty everyday...”

“Amane...” [name] covered her whole face to muffle her words. She felt so flustered and she didn't know what to do. Amane averted his gaze from her and blushed. “Screw you—”

“I'm sorry but I'm not lying.” Amane cleared his throat, an evident blush was still on his cheeks. “Let's go to the mall, do you want to eat some donuts?”

“Yeah dude!” [name] tries to lighten up the mood so that it wouldn't be awkward anymore. To be fair, Amane was on the attractive side in her opinion, she doesn't really find herself pretty but people have different perspectives anyways.

[name] wouldn't deny it though, Amane has nice visuals and...hands, they looked really soft and warm, she sometimes imagine what would it be like if they held hands. Other than that, he is an affectionate and sweet, then he turns into a sadist and a tease sometimes. “I never got to ask you this [name]-san but are you going out with someone?”

“I never had a boyfriend or a girlfriend.” [name] replied. “No one really confesses to me at some point so basically I'm single, must be nice having one though..” she mumbles the last part.

“I guess everyone must be blind...” Amane muttered to himself before walking ahead, leaving [name] clueless, and then she catched up next to the choppy haired boy.

“Amane-kun, I hope you don't mind but I'm gonna buy some groceries along the way.” [name] puts her hands behind her back. “After that, we can get some donuts and roam around.”

“Sounds like a great idea.” Amane reluctantly agrees with her. [name] wrapped an arm around his shoulders and grinned as he uttered an 'oof' from his lips.

“I love your gift by the way.” [name] raised her wrist in front of Amane to show her that she's wearing the bracelet. Her eyes widened in joy and pointed out the matching bracelet around his wrist. “And we're matching~!”

But then [name] flicked his forehead. “Ow!” Amane held his forehead while slightly whimpering. “That hurts.” he pouted. [name] let out a plfft sound from her lips, she reached over to rub his throbbing forehead.

“That's for excusing me out of class and my classmates started to tease me that you're my boyfriend.” she chuckled, then she switches to an annoyed tone. “Then your brother called me Nee-san just to tease me.”

Amane stifled a laugh. [name] puffed her cheeks at him angrily. “Oi! It's not that funny!” she harrumphed. She looked like an angry pouting mochi rather than an angry person.

“Hmm~?” Amane cheekily smirks at the latter, he leaned next to her to continue teasing her. “Nee-san~?”

“Don't call me Nee-san you idiot!” An irk mark appears on the side of [name]'s forehead as she reached over to pinch his cheek. “Honestly, you're such a tease.”

“Only for you~” Amane ruffles her hair making it messier than it is. [name] sighed asking how the hell did she end up being friends with Amane who is one hell of a tease.

After a few minutes of teasing and cheek pinching, the two teens arrived at the mall. [name] and Amane went to get some groceries first. “All of these bananas but you can't even notice my peelings.” [name] faked a sniff while putting the bunch of bananas inside the basket that Amane was holding.

“I don't understand why you needed six cans of sprite, can't you buy 7up instead?” [name] silently wheezed as she smacked his shoulder, earning a laugh from Amane.

“Shut up, I don't have—thyme for that.” [name] puts some spices inside the basket. She grabbed some bread from the bread aisle. “I also knead bread too.”

“I also have a grocery joke but aisle tell it later.” Amane added while laughing. [name] bursted out giggling, clutching on to her stomach. “Okay we better stop, the old couple beside us were giving looks of suspicion.”

“O-kale then.” [name] and Amane entered one of the aisles. “Grate minds think alike.”

“Do you live alone [name]?” Amane asked all of a sudden. He doesn't know any much about [name]'s family or background, heck, he doesn't even know if she had siblings.

“I live with Yako-neesan and my little brother.” [name] places some products inside the basket. “Why?”

“Just asking.”

“You seem curious about my family background.” [name] laughs softly while putting two carton of milk in the basket. “My parents are both abroad, my little brother and I lived in Yako-neesan's apartment, which is our cousin.”

“You're an older sibling?”

“Well yeah,” [name] beckoned Amane to follow her to the next aisle. “Maybe you can come over and play with him, he doesn't mind talking to older guys.”

“Did I mention that he wanted to meet you though?” [name] tilted her head towards his direction with a pack of strawberries on her hand. “You two will definitely get along.”

“What was Tsukasa like in class if I may ask?” Amane asked again, sure, even though the younger twin has a life of his own, he can't help but to be concerned with him.

“How the fuck should I know?” [name] raised her eyebrows and tossed the pack of strawberries in the basket. “I skipped a lot of classes so I didn't really pay attention to Tsukasa-kun.”

“It's like you skipped a lot than I did.” Amane sheepishly chuckles but he deadpanned afterwards. “But I can't get a damn thing about Maths.”

“I think we crossed the whole list.” [name] tells Amane with a thumbs up. The two of them went to the lane with few people. [name] whipped out her wallet when it was her turn to check in. “Omigod. Do I really have to carry them all?”

“I could help you carry them.” Amane suggests. [name]'s heart suddenly skipped a beat, she nodded slowly meaning that she needed his help to carry them.

“There sure were a lot of people in the donut shop.” [name] sighed in a low spirited tone while holding the paper bag filled with donuts. Currently, Amane and [name] were eating donuts with their backs against the wall. “Here's yours Amane-kun.”

Amane took a bite of the plain donut and started munching on it. They were freshly cooked so that's why it tasted good. “So [name], are you going to class tomorrow?”

“I was gonna plan to attend one whole class in one week.” [name] answers while eating her cream-filled donut. Truth to be told, she didn't feel guilty about skipping classes, it was only her escape from pressure and stress in school. “How about you?”

“I guess I'll skip tomorrow.” Amane took out a piece of his donut and showed it to [name]. “Want some?”

“Sure. Thanks.” [name] opened her mouth waiting for Amane to plop the piece of donut inside her mouth. He blushed at the thought of his fingers might brush against her lips. Amane plopped the bite inside her mouth which [name] ate it gratefully. “Here have some of mine in exchange.” she says while handing him the donut.

Amane takes a bite of the cream-filled donut. He glanced over to [name] and saw that there's a bit of cream near her lips. “Hold on,” he pointed at her face. “Um, you got some cream on the side of your lips.”

“Huh? Here?” [name] pointed at her face. Amane shakes his head since she can't see where he was pointing. He sighed and reached over to wipe the cream off her lips using his thumb and quickly licked it.

Amane smirked slyly at her. “The cream does taste good.” he said in a playful way. [name]'s face grew red at the sudden action that he did, he decided to tease her a little bit so he moved his face closer to hers. “You seem a little flustered~ hmm~?”

[name] leaned back and averted her gaze from him. “Well, that looked like an indirect kiss.” she protested while pouting slightly. Amane let out a light chuckle and smiled.

“Sorry, I can't help but to tease because you're so cute.” He said with a slight smirk and he reached over to lightly pinch her cheek. “Your cheeks are red~”

“Ok, that's enough.” [name] pried his hand off her cheek and rubs it a little. Amane stares at her in a lovestruck awe, the way she blushes and pouts made him feel like he just wanna hold her protectively in his arms. “I finished my donut, let's get going now.”

The two of them got out of the mall. The skies were as pink overlayed with an orange color that the sun was setting. Amane stared at [name]'s hand, he blushed at the thought of hold it. “[name]-san...” he came to a halt.

“Yeah?” [name] said.

“Can...I...?” Amane looked down while mumbling incoherently. [name] tilted her head in confusion as he waits for him to speak. Amane must have looked like a strawberry right now. His eyes meet hers as he gains a bit of confidence. “C-Can I hold your hand?!” he asked with a hint of embarrassment.

[name]'s cheeks turned red at the sudden request. She stared at her own hand and then his hands, for some reason his hand looked warm. “T-that was a strange thing to ask, I'm sorry—” Amane swats his hand in denial.

“Sure...”

“I'm sorry, what?” Amane's eyes widened. [name] turned away from him and blushed intensely, he looks at her hand. “You don't mind right? Me holding your hand...?”

“Mhmm...” [name] brushes her hand against his so that Amane would know that it's okay to hold her hand. Amane laced their hands together, tenderly holding her hand. [name] can hear her heartbeat hammering inside her chest. “You really like being coddled, huh?”

‘Her hand feels soft.’ Amane looked at their hands linking with each other. ‘They fit so perfectly with mine...’

“Shall we continue?” Amane asked with a shy smile. [name] hummed in agreement as the choppy haired boy gripped on to her hand softly, grinning at the female. “Let's take you home then~”

The two teens started walking together hand in hand, feeling each others warmth till the tips of their very own fingers. Amane mumbled something under his breath.“I love you,”

“Eh?” [name] didn't quite hear what Amane just mumbled.

“I meant your hands!” Amane blushed that he accidentally slipped that out but thank god she didn't hear it. “I love your hands——They're really cute!”

“Well your hands are pretty much gorgeous than mine, you have long fingers...” [name] raised their intertwined hands together in front of Amane and smiled softly. “See, our hands pretty much fit together.”

“Yeah...” Amane smiled contently, hoping that this moment will never end. If [name] continues to act like this around him,

Then, he would most likely to fall for her even more.

-end of part 2-

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[anxiousstark]

S2 05 | Venomous

BIG MASTERLIST | TW REWRITE

Stiles Stilinski x Reader! Half-sibling!Mccall

Word count: 2305

Warnings: Mentions of injuries, murder, swearing (always).

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"All right, I only found one thing online called a kanima. It's a werejaguar from South America that goes after murderers." Stiles grabbed his backpack with one hand while the three of us left class.

"That thing was not a jaguar."

"Yeah, and I'm not exactly a murderer." I chuckled as Stiles threw his hands in the air.

"Yeah, but you did see it kill somebody, which is probably why it tried to kill you. And it's still trying to kill you, and it probably won't stop until you're dead." Scott gazed at me. "Especially, not until she is dead." Thank you for the reminder, dear Scotty.

"You know, sometimes I really begin to question this 'friendship."

"Hey guys," I stopped walking, both of them doing the same thing, peering at me. "I will catch you in the next class. I need to talk to someone." I glanced at Jackson who was resting his side against the lockers, talking to Danny.

"Are you sure?" The Hazel-eyed boy questioned after he followed my gaze. "Do you want me to go with you? Because last time he-"

"It's okay," My hand rested on his right arm, rubbing my finger through his shirt. "Jackson is acting suspicious, more than normal. He has been talking to this guy from class." Both boys waited for me to continue talking. "He asked that boy for his camera, to record himself at night."

"How did you get that information?"

"At the lacrosse game the other night, he started talking and didn't shut up." I chuckled while rolling my eyes to add a little more of dramatism. "He told me that Jackson gave him back the camera, but it was broken. He didn't give any explanation of what had happened. Just told him to send him the bill, rich boy things I suppose."

"Okay," Scott nodded. "We will head to class, then." His hand grabbed my wrist delicately. "If you need help, let me know." I nodded at him, smiling. Then, I grinned at Stiles, knowing that he didn't feel comfortable with the situation. I didn't either, Jackson was hiding something. Something bigger than me.

I walked to Jackson and Danny, putting a sweet smile on my face. "Hi boys!" Danny winked at me. "Uhm, Jackson I need to talk to you about," I bit my lower lip. "About the swimming class!"

Danny nodded at us, saying he was going back to class. Then, I was left alone with the smirking boy.

"You aren't good at lying." He smirked while crossing his arms in front of his chest.

"Neither are you, Jackson." The smile disappeared from my face. "What is going on with you? You can't tell me you don't have a little idea of what you are." I mumbled, getting closer to him.

"Do you have any idea of what you are?" He got me there. "There's your answer. I don't either. But I know one thing for sure, Y/N McCall." I hated that last name, it came from someone who probably wouldn't even recognize me if he saw me. "Whatever I am, you are too." I shivered.

"I don't think so." I swallowed. "We might have been scratched by the same thing. But you," I pointed my finger to his chest. "You got scratched by a wolf, and you aren't one." Of course, I did have my suspicions. They only thing we knew for sure was that we weren't werewolves.

"I told you," He glared at me. "Shit going on in your life can affect the bite or scratch. Anxiety and depression can affect the outcome of being scratched by a wolf. You aren't one neither. It means you were also affected by those side effects."

"Flash me," I said. Jackson smirked, getting closer to me. "Your eyes, stupid asshole." I slapped the side of his head.

"I don't know how to do that, but they are yellow." He grabbed his backpack.

"Slit and yellow?" I asked curiously.

"Yes," He started walking away. "Now, if you excuse me I'm going to be a responsible student and go to my class."

I did the same as Jackson, walking to my next class. When I entered, both of my boys were sitting next to Lydia. I was surprised by that as normally Scott would sit with Allison or Stiles, and Stiles would sit with Scott or me. The male McCall made a gesture with his head, Erica and Isaac were sitting behind them. Nice. Derek thought that Lydia was the kanima, but she wasn't. I needed more proof, but I was convinced that the strawberry blonde girl wasn't that beast.

Mr. Harris looked at me. "Grab a seat, McCall." I apologized, doing what he had ordered. "Einstein once said, 'Two things are infinite: The universe and human stupidity; and I'm not sure about the universe.' I myself have encountered infinite stupidity." He put his hand on Stiles's shoulder. The poor boy looked up, pouting. "So to combat the plague of ignorance in my class, you're going to combine efforts through a round of group experiments. Let's see if two heads are indeed better than one. Or in Mr. Stilinski's case, less than one. Erica, you take the first station. You'll start with - I didn't ask for volunteers." Most of the boys in the class had their hands up, wishing to be put next to Erica. Horny teenagers. "Put your hormonal little hands down. Start with Mr. McCall. All right, next two."

Allison ended up sitting next to Lydia, Scott next to Erica, Stiles got a random person from class while I got to see next to Isaac Lahey. "If you touch Lydia, I will kill you." I hissed.

"Let me tell you," Isaac looked me up and down while I tried to follow the instructions. He completely ignored my previous words. "You look so beautiful. I can't believe you and Scott share the same daddy." He bit his lower lip. "I could be yours tho." His hand stretched out to touch my hair.

"CHANGE!" We all turned around to stare at Stiles, who had screamed that. He was looking directly at me. "I-I mean, Mr. Harris is time to c-change, right?"

"That's my job, Stilisnki." He glared at him. "Switch."

Now I was sitting next to Allison. "You okay?" I ask while helping her mix whatever we were mixing.

"Are you asking because that bitch put her hand on Scott's thigh." She smiled while gritting her teeth.

"Scott doesn't feel anything for her," I affirmed. "He is a puppy in love with you, Al." She smiled while I used her new nickname. We both continued following Mr. Harris's instructions. Then, I heard Stiles's voice who was sitting in front of me.

"If you harm one perfect (h/c) hair on her head, I'm gonna turn your little werewolf ass into a fur coat and give it to her as a birthday present." His hands moved rapidly, trying to match the instructions given by Mr. Harris. "Actually no, I wouldn't because she doesn't wear clothes that make use of animals to sell more, but that doesn't matter, I will still kill you."

"Mmmh seems like she could kill me with her hands." He was trying to get Stiles even madder. "She told me she would kill me if I touched Lydia." He smirked. "You have a crush on Lydia, right?"

Stiles shook his head, looking up, meeting Isaac's gaze. "Don't touch any of those girls."

"Listen, Stiles," He touched his nose, sniffing. "I could help you get Lydia, and then Y/N will be fully available for me. I told her she was beautiful, and she ignored me." Stiles smiled proudly. "I told her I couldn't believe that Scott and she shared the same fucking dad." He got closer to his ear. "I told her I could be her daddy."

The Hazel eyed boy bit his lower lip, trying to control his rage. "Mm, unrequited love's a bitch. Maybe you should write about it in English class, you know? Channel all that negative energy."

"Nah, I was thinking I'd channel it into killing her. I'm not very good at writing."

Mr. Harris touched the bell. "And switch!" I moved, sitting next to Erica now. Fuck my life. Stiles didn't move from his seat, which made Mr. Harris hit him with a ruler.

"Aw, that must hurt," Erica smirked while resting her head on her hand. "You seem mad, babygirl." She peered at me, still smiling. "I didn't touch your boy this time. I touched Allison's."

I smiled at her. "True, you didn't touch my boy, so I'm going to let this pass. Next time you touch anyone close to me, you are a dead werewolf, Erica. And tell Derek that if he dares touch, Lydia, I will kill him myself. I won't hesitate." I continued grinning. "I won't hesitate to discover what the fuck I am while I kill the three of you slowly, Erica."

"Seems like you are quite similar to your mom." She grinned. "Must feel like shit when your mom was a murderer."

"You and my mother have something in common then," I replied while swallowing, a knot had formed in my throat. "You both murder innocent people."

"Time. If you've catalyzed the reaction correctly, you should now be looking at a crystal. Now for the part of that last experiment, I'm sure you'll all enjoy - You can eat it." My eyes went to Scott to see that he was deeply studying Lydia and Isaac. Lahey has offered the crystal to Lydia, a thick liquid falling from it.

I rubbed my eyes, feeling frustrated. I couldn't help them. I couldn't entirely help them without knowing what creature was I. I yelled inside my head due to the frustration I felt. Next thing I know, the window next to Lydia shattered, the crystal fell to the floor due to the shock. The pieces of the window didn't hurt Lydia at all, but they hurt Isaac.

Scott looked back at me, mouth wide open. I did that?

After class, we parted ways. Scott went to 'talk' to Boyd and Derek to the lacrosse field, Allison went to talk to Lydia's psychiatric after she found out that she could be able to read whatever language the bestiary was in. Meanwhile, Stiles and I accompanied Lydia to the library, scared to leave her alone.

After that, we all reunited except Scott.

"If we're doing a study group, why didn't we just stay in the library?"

"Because we're meeting up with somebody else." His hand sometimes touched Lydia's arm, which made my heart ache for some unknown reason. He was just protecting her.

"Hmm, well, why don't they just meet us in the library?"

"Oh, that would've been a great idea. Too late."

"Okay, hold on-"

"Lydia, shut up and walk." I didn't like the idea of Jackson coming. Nobody was listening to me, Lydia wasn't the kanima. They wanted to protect her in case Derek would get a hold of her, but we needed to do other things, like discover who the fuck was the kanima. Even though, I had some ideas.

We got into Stiles's jeep, and when we arrived at his house, he closed the door, locking it and lying to Lydia, letting her know that there were some robberies on the neighborhood and a fricking murder. Great idea, Stiles.

When Jackson told Lydia that he wanted to talk to her, just the two of them, I didn't like that. But it was the perfect moment to tell Allison and Stiles about Jackson. "Guys listen," I started. "I think I know who the ka-"

I was interrupted when Allison noticed that Derek and the other were outside the house, ready to attack. She called Scott with Stiles's phone. "It's me." She was neurotic, like all of us. But they had to listen to me. "You need to get here now. Right now." When she hanged up, I tried to talk again.

"What are you doing?" I was interrupted by Stiles, who looked at Allison.

"I think...I think I have to call my dad."

"No, but if he finds you here - you and Scott -"

"I know. But what are we supposed to do? They're not here to scare us, okay? They're here to kill Lydia."

"Guys, there's no need in calling your dad, Allison." I raised my voice. "I know who-" I was interrupted, again. Allison was thrown to one side of the room, while Stiles to the other.

I hissed at the person, he turned around, flashing his eyes. Isaac Lahey. "Allison!" I yelled while keeping my eyes on Lahey. "Take care of Stiles!"

"Where are you going?!"

"I'm going to get the Kanima."

I went into some rooms, trying to find anything that would help me find the kanima. One of the windows inside a room had some sticky fluid, which meant the kanima was there. I went out of the window, thankful that Coach had made us climb rock walls.

"Would someone please tell me what the hell is going on?" I heard Lydia's voice, which meant that they were outside the house.

The kanima looked at me, trying to get away. "Jackson!" It turned around to look at me, he hissed. I groaned. Then, he jumped, pushing me down. I closed my eyes tightly, knowing that my body would hit the ground. Thankfully, I was caught my Stiles, more or less. I ended up on top of him, both of us on the ground. I panted looking around.

"Are you okay?" Scott ignored Derek while coming closer.

"I've been trying to say it all day." I gasped. Stiles sat down, I was still sitting on his lap. "It's Jackson. The Kanima it's Jackson."

What does that make me?

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✫ ˚♡ ⋆｡ ❀ PAIRING: Hajime Iwaizumi x Fem!Reader; Kenma Kozume x Fem!Reader; Kei Tsukishima x Fem!Reader

✫ ˚♡ ⋆｡ ❀ REQUEST: YOU ABSOLUTE LEGEND how about mutual pining! fluff with iwaizumi, tsukki and/or kenma? fem!reader? Maybe something like always being very touchy with each other and one night when hanging out it just leads to a confession or a... kissy kiss kiss... only if you want to though! i hope you are doing good and are comfortable with this babes<33

✫ ˚♡ ⋆｡ ❀ WARNINGS: sweARING, mention of death in iwas part, nsfw joke in tsukkis but not too bad

✫ ˚♡ ⋆｡ ❀ A/N: FRIGGING HECK YES YES YES YES YES YES YES I: SIMP FUCK Also I somehow forgot about what the request was and kinda did it different aoisdflx :( If you don’t like it I will be willing to rewrite it honey <3

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✫ ˚♡ ⋆｡ ❀ Scenario: Confessing after long pining

Hajime Iwaizumi

Toxic small ballerinas were dancing around him, landing on all surroundings and sugar coating the landscape. He hated it. The first snow, he promised himself to confess to you after years of pinning. Sadly, it wasn’t warm enough to make the snowflakes turn into raindrops, and sadly he couldn’t back out, especially after telling Oikawa that he would confess to you. The ace was speechless from the first day he saw you, how could a human look this perfect? He was whipped, to say the least, maybe even would fucking simp for you.

“Hajime” Your voice echoed through the hallway, catching everyone’s attention and even his. He turned around, only to see you running towards him. It was the first week you were there as first year, and he was already in second year. Maybe his reason to confess finally in winter was because it would be the last season he would see you, or maybe because he met you in winter. He wasn’t sure what had gotten into his mind, and why right in that moment, he had to think about him confessing to you on the first snow day. Perhaps he liked to imagine the snow falling on you, catching your eyelashes, maybe also your hair.

“Iwa-chan!” Oikawa suddenly exclaimed, making the called boy groan in annoyance. “I told you not to call me like that!” He answered in an annoyed manner, almost ripping out his hair with only his words. “I am sorry!” The male apologized quickly, but the smirk plastered quickly after over his lips. “So,” he started, looking over at his best friend. “Today is your day, huh?” he mocked, making the ace scoff once again.

“Shut your mouth, shittykawa!” his hand lifted, giving the captain a small hit on his head, followed by a whine “Why you gotta be like that, iwa-chaaan” He didn’t know either.

After all, Oikawa was right. He had to confess, now or never. It was his third year, and he didn’t want to let the chace slip. Not this time.

“Iwa, if you leave after third class… will we keep in touch?” Your voice was so fragile. It was like it caused a reaction in his mind that made him want to hug you and tell you that he would never do that. He would always talk to you, even if he would go to university, or do something else.

He loved you too much to stop talking to you after his third year. “Of course, Y/N. Only death can tear us apart” he assured you, patting your head slowly

With a deep breath, he hoped to get rid of his negative thoughts.

What if you would reject him?

What if you would hate him?

What if you liked Oikawa more?

What if-

“Hajime, what are you doing here?” You stood behind the tall male, making him turn around and look down.

Right, what was he doing in front of your classroom? It’s not like you two had classes together. “Can we talk?” he asked. Your gaze quickly brushed over the clock to check the time, then you nodded. “Sure” With a relieved sigh, his hand automatically reached out for you, his fingers slowly wrapping around your wrist. His touch was so gentle, almost like you were the dancing white ballerinas that had been outside all day, and he didn’t want you to melt.

His feet led you two outside, and before you could even speak up, to ask him why he led you outside, his body made a 180° turn. “I really like you”

Not once would you have guessed that three words could have caught you off guard this much.

The blush on your face sadly did not go unnoticed by Iwaizumi, and the snowflakes that landed on your face didn’t cool your face down either. A small chuckle escaped his lips, making you heat up even more. “You will make the snow melt around you” he jokingly added, making the situation much easier with his joke, and you even cackled a laugh.

“I like you too, Hajime” if the snow didn’t melt around you guys by now, it would definitely do now.

His face heated up, but a fainted smile brushed over his lips. His arms reached out for your body, slowly clinging around you and pulling him into his warm chest. “Was it your plan to confess on the first snow?” you asked, muffling those words since your face was buried into his chest. “Yeah, you told me that you always wanted to get confessed on the first snow.” “You remember?”

“Every single detail.”

Kenma Kozume

The pink cherry tree never sat well with Kenma. He hated the bright color of the tree, it somehow exhausted him extremely much.

And he also hated it because everyone confessed under that tree.

“Did you hear it already? Sana confessed under the cherry tree that’s next to our school! And her crush didn’t reject her! Even though Sana was sure that she was straight…” you rambled excitedly, staring into the nothing. It was the end of winter, and spring would come soon. He wasn’t very excited, but you were. “I wish someone would confess to me this romantically” At that moment, he didn’t know how much those words would matter to him now. “Sounds cheesy” he admitted, but his gaze quickly flicked back to his switch. “Shut your mouth!” You whined out, not really hurt by his words, but you definitely hated the fact that he didn’t care at all.

You two had been childhood friends, along with Kuroo. People would only find you as a trio or just alone, there was no duo between you three. That’s why Kenma doubted that you would like him back. Sometimes, it felt like you were avoiding him, but that did not stop him from pining after you. Each day, the desire to make you his grew, and with each day growing it felt like you were only getting more and more distant.

“Hey pudding head, what’s wrong?” Kuroo, who of course noticed his lately rather bad mood while practice, asked him, giving him a rather worried look. “Nothing” his answer was short, short enough to make it seem a little suspicious yet also to make it sound like a normal response. “You like her?” The question was definitely strong enough to make Kenma slightly shiver before his head slowly picked up itself to look at Kuroo. “Yeah” his word came out almost whispered. “You should confess then” He would, really, if it wasn’t for the cherry tree he hated so much.

He didn’t even know why he hated it in the first place, maybe because he was scared of rejection and would hate school even more if he would pass the tree and think of the way his heart broke.

Or he was just simply disgusted by the cheesy confessions. Either way, there was no way he would- “You should do it soon, Lev also is about to confess” Kuroo interrupted his thoughts.

Shit.

“Do you like Lev?” “I mean, he is cute” You shrugged gently, then looked over at Kenma “Why are you asking?” “Ever since he saw you he can’t shut his mouth about you” The small giggle you let out that day was one of the few memories he would never forget. “Ah I see. But he isn’t really my type.”

Right after practice, you waited for Kuroo and Kenma as usual. And like usual, you got them Onigiri from the store that was pretty nearby school. You always went there to do something between school end and practice end, so it wouldn’t be too boring for you.

As soon as the gym door opened, Kenma stepped out the first and immediately walked up to you without and words. “Let’s go, I need to talk to you” He ordered, not really in an aggressive or mean manner, but rather scared one. With a small nod, you quickly started to pick up with his pace and followed him up to the cherry blossom tree.

Honestly? You kinda figured by now what his plan was.

“So uh…” his voice drifted off into the air. The pink flowers were falling down around you, making it look like tinted pink snow, just it was less cold and it looked more mesmerizing.

“Yeah?” You kinda tried to hint him, kind of tried to make him notice that you were waiting for the three words.

But he didn’t seem to understand very well. Actually, he barely understood what you wanted to hint to him. The falling cherry blossoms irritated him slightly, making his mind mixed up.

“Oh well, I…” his hair fell forward, covering his face a little as he looked down at the floor. “I like you too”

You swore, that if he hadn’t been blushing before, he was right now. His face turned red, but luckily the sun setting kind of helped to cover it up. “Wha-” his breathed hitched in his throat, but a small smile finally hushed over his lips. “Oh, I like you, Y/N. Do you want to be my girlfriend?”

“Yes, of course Kenma. I’d love to!”

Maybe the cherry tree wasn’t as bad as he thought it would be.

Kei Tsukishima

His feelings were like bad weather, maybe like a rainy day. He couldn’t control them, and sometimes his feelings were feeling good, and sometimes bad. For example, whenever he saw you around other boys, it was definitely a rainy day, maybe mixed with some thunders. If you were laughing around him, it was definitely a warm and sunny day.

And if you would compliment him? It was a blooming day, full of nice flowers. But not even once he was able to compare a day to weather with a rainbow.

After rain, always a rainbow would follow, but somehow, not even once that happened to him.

“Y/N” His gaze almost bored a few holes into your eyes, making your breath hitch in your throat. “Yeah?” Your voice almost broke in the middle of the word, but he obviously didn’t mean to sound and look so intimidating. He just meant it nice, to call your name and get your attention. But you seemed to be more terrified than to be happy.

“Sorry” he sighed out, making you quickly shake your head “No no it's okay Tsukki!” You assured him, patting his shoulder. With his finger, he slightly pushed up his glasses, then sighed once again.

It was definitely a windy day today, he thought.

“Shouldn’t we get inside?” you asked, while slightly shaking and hugging yourself. It was really windy, too windy if he was honest, and since he didn’t want you to catch a cold, he took you to his house, that was much closer than yours. It was the first day where you got to see his Mom and his brother, also the first time you ever get into his house. It was something special, with no questions.

“My Mom wants to see you again” he broke the silence, making you nod a little and smile. “Did you bring your umbrella?” The question was kind of out of context for him, it was thrown into the room without and side information. “No…” “It looks like it will rain” You pointed out of the window, and his gaze followed your finger. The grey clouds took the suns to light away, making it pretty dark outside. But even though the sun didn’t shine anymore, your smile would still shine.

“We will have to run through the rain” you added, tilting your head a little. While you were admiring the clouds, he was admiring you. He couldn’t help but wonder when he could finally confess.

Maybe if the rainbow he had been missing shows up, he might confess.

“Have you ever seen a rainbow?” Your question was so innocent, making his heart melt right in place. “Yeah. Nothing special.” “Well, I did not!” You whined out, punching playfully and gently his shoulder. He almost smiled at your action, maybe even did smile slightly. “You won’t die without getting to see a rainbow” It was his way to reassure you that one day, you would get to see that colorful spectrum.

It was after school, where the rain was still pouring, but the clouds had already moved away.

A rainbow.

Tsukishima could feel it, that soon, there would appear a bright rainbow in the blue sky.

While the rain was pouring down on you two, you were probably the one who couldn’t care less. Maybe you even enjoyed the water running down your body, making everything wet and making your hair stick to your face. “Did you purposely not bring an umbrella?” “No!” it shot out of your mouth almost like a gun, making him chuckle a little and shake his head. “You enjoy getting wet, huh~” he hummed, in a teasing manner, making you blush a little. “Shut your mouth, saltyshima” you whined out again, looking now at the floor for a few seconds.

Cute.

That’s what you had been all day, cute.

“Y/N” After a few minutes, he called you, making you look up at the male next to you. “Mh?” “Look” He was looking at the sky, and curiously, you followed his gaze until realization hit you. The colorful spectrum that painted itself on the sky, stealing its attention and getting all the attention from the students amazed you.

“Woah, a rainbow!” you exclaimed, making him nod a little.

“It’s so pre-” “I like you.” his words were really random, and all the time you had been staring at the rainbow, he had spend staring at you. “Really much” he added, trying to get you out of your shock. Your lips slowly parted, and excitement took already over you.

A rainbow and a confession.

“I like you too, Kei”

And that’s how the first day with the rainbow got to one of his best memories.

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Sober up

So, quick note: I wrote this for the pypfc that the absolute babes @oh-honey-styles​ and @for-fucks-sake-h​ put together. I hope you enjoy it. 

Part 1

If someone were to ask, there was a lot of alcohol involved. A lot. 

It was too late to pretend it was never your intention. 

It was just that your courage tasted like margaritas. 

***

Harry was an asshole, everyone knew that. He was one of those pretty assholes, with the sweet smile, which made it hard to hate him, but, oh, you tried. 

It didn’t always work, but you tried. 

It’s what matters, isn’t it?

The night when it all began, it was unseasonably warm, and you stepped out of the crowded house to take a break before you could sweat...more. It had been a good idea to wear a dress, cause the light breeze was easing out the warmth of your skin.

You felt relaxed for the first time that night. 

The porch was empty and quiet, which was just what you were looking for: A moment of silence to break the noise. You were settling in, even stepping out of your high heels to feel the cold floor under your feet, when the door suddenly swung open behind you. You turned around, startled by the loud music that was booming inside. Harry didn’t see you, or better yet, he chose to ignore you, as he walked out of the house, carefully holding the waist of a blonde girl as she stumbled on her own feet. 

Tipsy would be an understatement. 

You looked at him carefully, crossing your arms over your chest, as you watched the way he softly guided her out of the house. It was truly a sight to be seen, the girl kept giggling and trying to get out of his hold, as she kept grabbing at him, his shirt, his hair, whatever she could reach. She smiled drunkenly at him and he whispered soft words at her that you couldn’t hear. 

A mocking smile curled up the corner of your lips as your eyes followed him, seeing as Harry helped the girl climb into an Uber and waited for her to leave. 

“Awww, poor baby...are you losing your charm?” You bit as he walked towards you. He was wearing a red worn-out flannel shirt, with a white graphic tee underneath. His black jeans were sinfully tight.

“Wanna find out?” He smirked, brushing off your words as easily as they slipped out of your lips. 

“Thank you, wouldn’t want to catch something,” you said, to his amusement and your disappointment. 

“Or have any fun, that wouldn’t be like you.”

It had been like this for a while, ever since you met him, when he stole your morning coffee cup from you, shamelessly. He kept denying it, though, saying it was you who wanted to steal his much needed coffee before an early lit class. How cruel could you be?

He was a pest, a literal one. You would compare him to a moth if anyone were to ask, but in reality, he was more like some source of light where all the girls gravitated to. All the boys as well. 

Everyone but you.  

He stood next to you, leaning on the handrail as he looked at the empty street. He smelled a bit of soap and a citric perfume, and a bit of spilled vodka and lime. He flashed you a smile, an obnoxious one that let you know he was looking for a reaction from you. You held your breath, still refusing to be the first to give in. 

“Why aren’t you inside?” He asked after a few seconds of silence, and you noticed how his curls bounced a little bit as he suddenly turned to look at you with curiosity shining in his big, bright, green eyes. 

“It was hot. And I don’t know where my boyfriend is,” you mumbled.

He chuckled at this, that kind of low and dry laughter that comes with bad news. You breathed in slowly, letting the sudden dreadful feeling take over your chest. Bad news were indeed coming, you could feel it in your aching bones. 

“What?” you snapped. 

“Nothin’”

“You’re an idiot, did you know that?” You tore yourself away from the handrails, ready to get the hell out of there. Away from Harry and the intense way he always made you feel.

But Harry stopped you in your tracks, his long fingers wrapping around your wrist and pulling you closer to his chest. The sudden movement made you crash against him, and your eyes widened in surprise as he looked down at you with that stupid smile of his. 

“What?!”

“Your boyfriend’s fucking his best friend. That’s why you can’t find him.”

The words had barely registered in your brain, but you were ready to fight them. Your hand went to his chest and you pushed him away until you were free of his touch. You could feel the rage boiling in your veins, but all that fire could only be aimed at Harry, he could handle it, he deserved it. 

“Oh, that’s pathetic, Harry, lying like that!”

“Why would I do that?”

“Cause he’s a good guy, unlike you!”

“He’s not that different from the guy you think I am,” he replied, calm and softly, as if you were a wounded animal and he was afraid that you would attack him. Easy, slowly, quietly, that was the best way to approach you.  

“Of course he is!!!”

“Look, I know you cannot be a very good fuck, so I get it,” he sighed as if he regretted saying anything at all. “But he’s cheating on you with his best friend. I’ve seen them. Been meaning to tell you.”

“Margaret has a boyfriend, she’s gonna get married,” you said, crossing your arms over your chest in a victory gesture. It wasn’t true. It couldn’t be true. 

“I never said it was a girl.”

***

It wasn’t with a girl. 

It was his best friend David. 

He was prettier than you, you would give him that.

And even though the realization didn’t come as hurtful as expected, days of torment came ahead. The most annoying thing was the fact that people looked at you as if you were stupid, worthy of pity. You hated the fact that everyone was treating you as if you were made of glass and could break apart if someone held you too hard. 

Everyone but Harry. 

He kept treating you like he usually did; like you bored him to death. His disinterested glare would follow you from time to time, as he bit the side of his cheek, which made his jawline pop even more, maybe waiting for you to fuck up. 

He was fucking obnoxious. 

***

If anything, going out that night had been a bad idea. Your head was fuzzy, maybe from all of the margaritas you’ve had. It was cheap alcohol, so you could only expect a massive headache. 

Once again, you found yourself at the porch, witnessing how Harry helped a brunette get inside a car. He kept his head low, maybe hoping you hadn’t noticed it was him. But you noticed, and you had to let him know. It was the least he deserved. 

“Do you think,” you started to ask as he walked by you on his way to the house. “they know you are a bad fuck and that’s why they’re running away? Cause, dude, something is going on...”

It caught his attention, no doubt, and Harry turned on his heels, walking menacingly towards you. He was taller than you, so when he stood in front of you, it almost felt like you should take a step back. Or maybe two. 

“Do you really think I’m a bad fuck?” He whispered and his voice made you shiver. It wasn’t fear what you were feeling, not quite. It was a new type of excitement, one that only grew as you stare into his eyes and his lips curled into a mocking smile. 

“I bet you are,” you whispered back, hoping to get a reaction out of him. You just didn’t know what you were expecting. 

“Why does it sound like you want to find out?” He cocked his head, still staring into your eyes. He was definitely amused.

“Nah, I’m good with disappointments.”

He took one step closer.

“Are you sure?”

You could feel his warm breath fanning over your skin and the electricity that was scrambling up to his skin. It almost felt like the world had stopped, leaving only and Harry to slowly burn under each other’s stare.

You gulped. Maybe you weren’t so sure after all. Not sure at all.

“What if I’m not?”

Your words were barely a whisper, fueled by your heart beating so hard that it was pressing against your neck. You had no idea where this was coming from, but you felt a sudden urgency to know what his lips tasted like. 

“I knew you liked me,” he smirked before turning around to enter the house. 

***

Every effort you had made to avoid him came to a violent end.

There you were, stuck in his car while he drove you to God knows where. 

You peered up to him, noticing how he bobbed his head to the rhythm of Fame by David Bowie. His two fingers drummed over the steering wheel, and he hummed lightly, focusing on the road ahead of him. He was wearing a green snapback backward, that crushed his curls and a black plaid shirt, that he was wearing unbuttoned halfway down his chest. 

“Don’t pout,” he said when his eyes met yours, and you quickly looked away, suddenly interested in the dust that covered the road. Where the fuck was that party?

It was supposed to be a week getaway, now that your days as a college student where officially running out. Alcohol, party, guilt-free junk food and sex...for those who had someone to fuck. 

No orgies were allowed. That would make it weird. 

The thought occurred to you and you briskly looked at Harry, narrowing your eyes as you saw him smiling. 

“Why didn’t you bring anyone?” You asked and he shrugged, still looking ahead at the road.

“Who would I bring?”

“I dunno, one of your many girls. You must have a list.”

“Didn’t have time to pick anyone up, you don’t know how to fix your bloody car.” 

His accent did things to you when it got rough. 

Not that you would ever admit it. 

“You could’ve left me there. I would’ve called an Uber.”

“Yeah, and then you would’ve told everyone I was an asshole.”

“Oh, I always say that about you. It wouldn’t make a difference,” you smirked, giggling a bit as he turned to glare at you. “And I don’t know how to fix my car cause Andrew always did that for me.”

Harry switched on his seat and his face turned somber, almost uncomfortable, which made you feel bad for some reason. 

“I’m sorry,” he mumbled. “Were you...did you...fuck!”

“Am I dying of a broken heart?” you helped him. “No, I just wanted an explanation, y’know?”

“Of course you did,” he snorted, and his smile came back as he shook his head in half-surprise. “You would want an explanation so you could tell him his explanation was idiotic.” You tipped your head, looking as his smile as he slowly turned around to look at you once more. “I knew you’d be alright, I should’ve told you earlier.”

“I wouldn’t have believed you.”

“I know, that’s what lets me sleep at night,” he said softly, as his lips curled into a half-smirk. 

It felt weird, to be in a car with him without going at each other’s throats. You were natural enemies, like cats and dogs, or some guys and showers. There was no need (or way) to explain the animosity between you two. It was something you could always count on. 

You closed your eyes, sighing aimlessly as he drove around, as a subtle way to let him you were done with this conversation. And every other that could follow it. 

Talking to Harry made all of the feelings come back, made you feel warm and your skin prickled with something that could only be described as excitement. It made you feel giddy. 

You had realized that years ago. You had never even tried to understand it. 

You opened your eyes again when the car came to a full stop, and Harry parked in front of a huge white house. The air felt salty and the music coming from the house was so loud it made you wince a little bit. It took you a bit to gather your bits, and you slowly stepped out of the car as Harry got all your things from the back of it. Leaning on the car, you waited for him until he stood in front of you. 

“Ready?” You asked him, not even pretending that you were gonna help him carry shit. 

He looked at the house and peered at you again as if he was deciding whether he was ready to go in. You looked at him, as his eyes traveled from your eyes to your mouth, and that same electricity took over the air, the same anticipation that almost made you lick your lips. “What?” You mumbled as he stepped so close that he was all you could see. 

“Shhh…Before we get drunk,” was all he said before he pressed his soft mouth to yours. Your breath hitched in your throat and your eyes fluttered close, shivering as his fingertips pressed to your ticklish neck. It was a soft kiss, a slow one, as he was getting to know you, exploring every second of your reaction. His hand dropped to the curve of your waist, and he pushed you against the car, trapping you between his arms. It wasn’t like you were going anywhere. Not even the thought of fighting him had crossed your mind. Your own hands held to him, slowly grazing over his muscles as you brought them to his shoulders. 

Curiosity was burning in your tummy. It all made sense, all was right. 

He was right, kissing him while you were both drunk would’ve been a waste of a wonderful opportunity. His lips were sweet and soft, and the weight of his body pressing down to yours felt heavenly. Your body molded to his and your heart pumped almost expectantly as he tipped your head just slightly, so he could deepen the kiss. Slowly, you parted your lips for him, moaning as he pulled your bottom lip between his teeth. 

A loud crash came from the house, and you both broke the kiss, staring at it as you expected it to blow into a billion pieces. But it remained standing, a loud curse filling the air, followed by a million cheers. The party had indeed started. 

Your eyes traveled to Harry before he turned around, wondering if it had all been a dream. Deep down, you had always wondered how it would be to kiss him. It was better than you could ever imagine. 

Why did you hate him again?

***

The rules of the house were quite simple: If you were single, you were fair game. People could hit on you. Things could happen. 

You had never really thought about it, never had to. That’s what Andrew was for, to shield you from the bitter breath of drunk boys while they tried to convince you to fuck them. 

But now that Andrew was out of the picture, it almost seemed like you had a sign on your head that reads “offer to fuck me. I’m open”. So boys kept droning around you, and your veins were already buzzing from all the alcohol they had offered you. 

If only you could take your eyes off of Harry. He had decided to ignore you most of the afternoon, spending his time with his friends by the pool, smiling at girls that kept stumbling his way, as if he were a fucking magnet and they had no other choice. You couldn’t stop yourself from looking at him, even though you tried to keep your distance, staying by the kitchen and only coming out when it was strictly necessary. 

His skin was almost golden now, and his muscles glistened with droplets of water as he entered the house. His eyes fell on you, and he rolled them as he saw Baz standing next to you, smiling almost lustfully as he leaned in closer and offering you another drink that you subtly left aside. Still, Harry made his way to the kitchen, standing right behind you as he pretended to be looking for a glass. 

“So,” Bas dragged and you realized it was fucking hard to focus on him when Harry was near. “What do you say?” He asked and even though you had no idea what he was talking about, you nodded, out of politeness. His smile spread wide and you looked at him as he left, with a triumphant air on his step. 

“You’re not going up to his room, right? He’s looking for condoms, the twat,” Harry spoke as soon as you were alone and you narrowed your eyes as you looked at him. His jaw was locked and he pushed his bottom lip out, biting on the sides of it as he shook his head lightly. 

“What if I do?” You asked as coolly as you could. Your hands found the edge of the counter behind me and you leaned against it as you tried to copy his usual cool demeanor. As if the world didn’t matter. As if he already owned it. You realized now what you had agreed to. The answer was no, you weren’t going anywhere with Bas, but it wasn’t Harry’s problem. “You’re always saying I am no fun.”

“There are better ways to have fun…” One step closer was all it took for him to take your breath away. Your will quivered under his smile, as he looked down at you and his warm breath fanned over your skin. “Don’t you think?” He whispered and he was made out of trouble. You should stay away from him. 

“Someone could say you’re offering to fuck me.”

“What if I am?” He shrugged, placing the glass he was holding onto the counter right next to you. It was enough to raise goosebumps on your arms. 

He didn’t let you answer. It was probably going to be something stupid, a jab you didn’t mean, you both knew that. So you allowed his fingers to lace with yours, and you followed him as he made his way to the tiny bathroom by the kitchen. 

People could see you, you were aware of that, but they were probably too wasted to care, or What exactly were you doing, following him while your whole body burned in anticipation? Adding your name to an already long list of names?

That was not a question you had an answer for, and you didn’t care much about it. Whatever it was that you were doing, felt like the right choice. 

You would worry about the consequences later. 

His hands are on your body as soon as the door closes behind you, but this time it doesn’t catch you by surprise. You were expecting it, craving him. 

He was shirtless, so there was nothing to hold on to but his skin, so your fingers grazed over his smooth chest and pressed them to his neck as his hot mouth pressed to yours. He tasted like gin and beer and a little bit of weed. His hands settled on your bum, pulling you closer to him until you had no other choice but to wrap your leg around his hips to give yourself some balance. 

Your fingers pushed into his hair and you pulled on his curls, making him moan lightly as his fingers dug into the meaty flesh of your curves. His lips were soon leaving yours and he trailed heavy, wet kisses on your jawline, traveling down your neck at the same time his fingers snuck under the fabric of your cotton blue skirt. 

It felt natural, as natural as hating him felt. 

You sucked in air as his fingertips brushed over the hem of your panties, and his teeth grazed over the sweet spot below your ear, right where your pulse was beating wildly. 

His touch was ticklish, exciting, something new. Your hands fell on his shoulders and pressed lightly to them as he continued to make his way down your body. He kissed whatever sliver of skin he could find, pushing your shirt up so he could suck on the swell of your breasts and humming as he crouched in front of you, which made your feet fall back on the floor and caused you to stumbled a little. 

Your eyes met as he knotted the waistline of your undies in his fingers, pushing it down until they were pooling around your feet. It made your tummy bubble in excitement and your bottom lip rolled into your mouth as you saw him kiss the upper part of your thighs. 

He was taking his sweet time, pressing soft kisses to your hips and your thighs, until you moaned in exasperation, almost begging him to do something before you lost your mind. 

None of you had said a word since you entered the bathroom, and you weren’t going to be the first one to talk. It might break the spell. It might bring you back to reality, and force you to run out of there. Away from him and whatever feeling that was throbbing in your lower tummy. 

“Fuck,” the word escaped your lips before you could even think it through, as Harry bit lightly on your thigh, and his finger slid to your clit to massage it softly. 

You could feel his smirk against your skin. 

“Look at me,” he commanded, right before his tongue slid between your folds. You did, you looked at him as he licked from your center to your clit, forcing yourself not to close your eyes out of pleasure when he wrapped his lips around the pink little bud and sucked lightly on it.

It sent shivers up your body and you had to bite your bottom lip just to hold your moan down. He smirked against you, letting your clit go so he could lick the wetness that was already dripping on your center. His breath swirled on hot puffs of air against you, as he worked on you, licking and sucking like you were the most delicious dessert.

Your leg hooked around his shoulder and both of his arms wrapped around your hips, pulling you closer as he went back to suck and flick on your clit with the tip of his tongue. It wasn’t like anything you had experienced before, he wanted to taste every inch of you, his tongue lapped deliciously against your folds and your knees felt weak, maybe because your legs were shivering with every new movement of his tongue. 

You couldn’t bear it anymore and your fingers tangled on his hair to keep his head still as your hips rocked against his face. It was slow, cause you wanted to enjoy the feeling of his tongue sliding between your folds. Every now and then, he would stop you, so he could suck and kiss on your clit. 

“Fuck!!”

It doesn’t take you long to feel how your walls start to tighten and clench with every new lap of Harry’s tongue. The bubble of bliss in your tummy burst and you pulled hard on his hair as the world blurred at his edges and your tummy trembled with the euphoria of your high.  

Harry’s breath was rough as he forced his forehead to yours and you pressed your fingers to his cheek, feeling his flustered skin before you kissed him. 

“You don’t hate me so much now, do you?” He smirked against your lips. 

“It was a one time only. Don’t get excited.”

***

It wasn’t a one time only. You fucked that very night, in the darkness of his room, with his hand on your mouth so your loud moans wouldn’t alert anyone. You rode him, enjoying the way his thick cock would burn slightly every time you took him all in. He bit your chest and sucked on your tits, leaving faded marks that you had to hide for at least a week. 

You also fucked in the morning, this time in your room, before everyone woke up. Something good had to come up out of your breakup with Andrew, and you had a room all to yourself. It was lazy and slow, and you kissed sweetly, while your arms were wrapped around his neck and your legs were hooked around his hips. 

It was a week thing only, you swore to yourself. 

***

“I don’t wanna go,” he mumbled against the pillows, his eyes close stubbornly as you turned to look at him. 

4 months had gone by since that party. You were clearly not very good at keeping your promises. 

“Harry,” you whispered, even though you weren’t actually sure if you wanted him to go. “They’ll find out.”

It was the very first time he had spent the night, the whole night, in your bed. You hadn’t even had sex. You were on your period and he came to your door, looking like a capeless hero as he held a bag full of goodies: Ice-cream, chocolate, Nutella, cheese puffs, everything you swore you could never eat, but craved when you were on your days. You spent the night watching Netflix and actually chilling, which was weird enough. 

It wasn’t something you usually did, but he had a cold and wanted to be coddled. So, why not?

“Let’em.”

You still hadn’t told anyone. You weren’t sure how to bring the subject up to your friends. “Hey, remember how I always said that Harry was an asshole and probably had a small dick? Yeah, I’ve sucked him off. Great fuck,” didn’t seem like something you would say. 

Your nose bumped against his, and you pulled your hand out of the warm of your covers to press your fingers to his cheek, pressing a soft kiss to his lips before you closed your eyes again. 

There was no use in fighting him. 

He usually won. 

***

“I think you should leave through the window,” you stated later that morning, looking at a blank point on the wall. Anything to avoid looking at him. It was harder when you saw him leave. 

“Are you mad? We’re on a second floor!” He asked you, barely able to hold himself up as he was putting on his jeans. His accent was thick and almost dripping with honey. There were very few instances where his accent got rough, which was a shame, cause it made your knees weak. When he was fucking you, deep and slow and your fingers pulled on his hair or your walls clenched around his cock, that’s when his accent came out.

“There’s people downstairs, Harry,” you insisted, even though your tummy twisted in a knot at the thought of him hurting himself because of you.

“We’ll tell them we were studying.”

“They won’t believe it.”

“Then let’em believe whatever the fuck they want,” Harry said, suddenly serious as he stared at you.

“They’ll believe we’re fucking! They don’t need to know that!!”

“Are you...Are you ashamed of me??” He laughed in disbelief, and you felt your face flare up as your eyes went to focus on a loose thread on your covers. 

“You’re not the type of guy I usually date, that’s all.”

“I’m sorry I’m not a closeted gay, babe. Or a stuck-up-horse-riding club boy.”

Your eyes snapped at him, but it was too late. He was already gone. 

***

You had no right to be mad, you knew that much. 

But still, your blood was raging. 

He was sweaty, all of you were. It was one of those stupid competitions that your friend Rose would put together from time to time. ‘Let’s play volleyball, even though none of us really knows how to!” “Let’s run stupidly around campus!” “Let’s all train for a 10k!” 

You couldn’t stop looking at him, the way his tattooed chest glistened and his golden skin were taut around his muscles. He was wearing a pair of white running shorts and that stupid green snapback and his curls were poking out of it as if they were screaming for help. It was the first time you saw him, since that morning in your room, and he looked fucking good.  

As soon as the race was over, the boys had decided to get drunk, and you all followed them to someone’s house, so you could all enjoy the sunny day, without running your lungs out. You were all aware that it defeated Rose’s efforts to keep you fit, but you didn’t care much about it. 

And now, the day was giving in to the night, and you all had had too much to drink. Everyone but you. All you cared about was Harry and the way kept flirting with the blonde girl that sat next to him. 

You couldn’t blame him, she was fucking hot, sporting black shorts and a red sports bra that barely did anything to cover her poking nipples. You would’ve been flirting with her too if you could. 

She put a hand on his leg and leaned over as if to tell him a secret and you almost growled, spreading your palms over the table as you looked carefully at them. You couldn’t stop, and you wished you could say you didn’t care. But you cared, more increasingly as the days went by, and right now you felt like your heart was racing in your chest, preparing itself for the moment it had to break. 

He looked at her, with his eyes half-closed, and allowed her as she leaned over him and pressed her lips to his. She kissed him, hitching her hand closer to his bulge as he kissed her back. 

Your heart didn’t break, it just stopped, it stopped beating and you stopped breathing. You could feel it cracking in your chest, and you could do was stand there and stare at them. 

The girl giggled as she broke the kiss apart and Harry smiled lazily at her, telling her something before he got up from the couch to walk to the kitchen, holding some red plastic cup in his hands. 

He stopped dead in his steps as he saw you, and his eyes went wide as he realized what had happened. Any haziness in his face went away and he stepped towards you, placing the cup on the counter as you recoiled back, trying to look busy in the empty kitchen. 

“Babe…”

“That’s not my name,” you whispered, biting into the corner of your lips as you looked away from him. You were ready to leave. You picked up your gym bag from the floor and tossed it over your shoulder. “And s’not any of my business, Harry. Go ahead, have fun.”

“Don’t leave, please.”

“Why? Do you want me to go upstairs and watch you two fuck?”

“Don’t…don't blame this all on me. Don’t be unfair.”

“Oh, no, you’re right, Harry. I should blame myself”

“You’re the one that doesn’t want anyone to know!!” He insisted and you looked at him with rage firing in your eyes. “I was just…I shouldn’t have kissed her. I’m just...a bit drunk...”

“I don’t need to know, Harry. Let’s go back to what it was, hating each other was easier.”

“You don’t hate me,” he whispered as he grabbed your arm, stopping you before you could leave.

“I do.”

“Oh, I don’t know. If you hated me, you wouldn’t scream my name so loud when I’m fucking you.”

“Fuck off, we’re done.”

[cant-see-sam]

Electric Love pt1

Ok I guess I gotta do something to gain followers

Y/N POV

I never meant to be a mystery, a freak show, I just wanted peace.  For about three years now I have been chased by people in protective suits.  It just so happened that one day at school I blipped out of reality.  I've been isolated ever since.

**Flashback **

'Yet another boring day at middle school.'  I thought as I walked the dull looking halls.  Kids were walking back and  fourth through the corridors.  I spot my friend in the cafeteria.  I call their  name but they don't respond.  A plot pops into my head as I walk up to them.  I slow my pace and attempt to doge all the other kids.  I creep behind them and place my hands on their shoulders.  "Boo!"  They jump really hard and snap their head back to.  "Ow!  What the heck Y/N!"  I roll my eyes and sit down next to them.  "Stop complaining, it didn't hurt that much"  they rub their shoulder.  "No, it felt like an electric shock"  They pull down their sleeve to reveal a red mark spreading across their skin.  "Woah, we should get you to the nurse"  I grab their bag and help them up.  They give a small thanks and start walking.

We get to the nurses office and knock on the door.  A muffled "come in"  rings through.  We walk into the sterile room.  Bright lights shine down on the white floors almost blinding me.  "What can I do for y'all?"  The nurse, Ms. Prior asks.  I came here a lot in sixth grade so we got to know each other well.  We approach the desk and tell her what happened.  She stands up and gets an ice pack for y/f/n while we sit down.  When Ms. Prior walks over she hands my friend the small bag and smiles at them.  She sits back down at her desk and starts typing on her computer.  She takes a small look at me and looks surprised at something.  "Y/N, I thought your eyes were e/c,"  this confused me.  "Yes ma'am, they are, why?"  She simply sighs and hands me a mirror.  I look into it and see an inhumanly gray pair of eyes looking back at me.

We stayed in the nurses office until the bell rang signaling that we were late.  We say goodbye to Ms. Prior as she hands us excuse slips and we make our ways out.  I head into math class while y/f/n goes to science.  I get many stares as I put the small pink slip on the teachers desk and make my way to my seat.  

The day goes on while I try not to touch anyone.  I still bump into people in the halls though.  They seem to almost cry out in pain when I slightly brush them.  I always apologize and try to avoid anyone else.  Afterwards I see them at the office.

'At last, home'  I think as I walk into the familiar building.  I say hi to Gurtude the desk lady.  I walk up a the stairs and pull out my set of apartment keys.  My mom is waiting on the other side when I walk in.  "Y/N,"  she says in a dangerous tone.  "Come here."  I do as she says, afraid of what to come.  "I got a call from your school today, they said that you were hurting kids."  "No, ma'am, they were just accidents". I knew that  it was pointless to argue but I try anyways.  "That many?"  I look down in shame.  I couldn't help it, I always feel a small weight in my chest when I get lectured.  "Look at me when I speak to you"  I look up at her, making eye contact.  She gasps.   "Your not my daughter"  She murmured "W-what?"  I stutter out.  She grabs my chin and starts examining my face.  Her nails dig painfully into my skin. "Mom! It's me! Stop!" I try to get her to stop.  I grab her arm and she shrieks.  She pulls it out of my grasp.  The same red mark that was on y/f/n shoulder was on her wrist.  Tears well up in my eyes when she grabs her phone and taps the buttons that beep three times.  It rings a few times when the person on the other side picks up.  A muffled "nine, one, one, what's your emergency?"  When I heard those words I sprinted out the door.  Down the stairs and out the doors of the apartment.

End of flashback.

Here I am now, three years later,  hiding out in an abandoned house.  I was only thirteen when I left.  It was for the better.  Now I can't hurt anyone else.  I've learned to control the shocks a little more.  I've practiced on myself to control the pain and power of the shock.  I also learned how to shut off the power all together, the only thing that never changes is the horrific color of my eyes.

I was sat down on the floor shocking my arm.  Whenever I did this I would slowly increase the pain.  Starting with the kind of shock that normal people get after going down a slide, to the shock that you feel when you touch an electric wire, to the type where you feel like you got touched by a taser.   I've desensitized myself to it, it doesn't even hurt anymore.

This went on when I heard a pounding on my door.  The men.  I've had to switch my location so many times because of them.  I grab my scuffed up backpack and run to the window.  I open it up and start creeping along the side of the building.  I get to an emergency exit and start climbing down the ladder.  Every time I move I plan out an escape route.  I'm very careful to make sure I always ended up somewhere hidden.  Apparently I wasn't as careful this time because when I reach the small secret ally I planned to hide there were more.  Some dressed in white lab coats, holding clipboards, looking up at me eagerly.  Others were dressed in protective armor and helmets.  One person caught my eye though, a young boy dressed in jeans and a green collared shirt with a lab coat on the outside.  He seemed to be my age, when we made eye contact the world around me seemed to freeze.  'No' I think.  'You can't be distracted by another thing right now'  I snap out of my thoughts and hop down cautiously.  Everyone just stares at me, not knowing what to do.  

A small smile creeps on my face as a plan forms in my head.  I tilt it to the side, to look like I was surveying them.  "Hey!  Good to see you guys again"  I say in a way that I was sure to catch them off guard.  'Now!'  I think, sprinting out of the small alleyway.  Into the streets.  I follow where my feet take me and keep running.  I start to slow down after a while.  I've lost them.  Or at least that's what I thought until a hand grabs my arm.

My head snaps around to be met with a pair of sorrowful blue eyes.  It's the same kid from before. I wanted to shock him but I couldn't find the strength in me to do it.  Something inside me stops me from doing it.  I look down in his other hand and see a small syringe with a clear liquid inside.  A tranquilizer.  "Please don't do this." I whisper.  "I'm sorry"  he whispers back.  His voice is calm but frantic at the same time.  He has a smooth British accent that calms me down in a way.  He slowly lifts the needle up to my neck.  I try to wiggle my arm out of his grasp.  But it's no use, it's too tight.  I feel a small pinch in my neck as he pushes the liquid in.  I hear voices from behind us.  The kid talks to me as the world starts to spin.  I stop resisting and turn to meet him all the way.  He puts the syringe in his pocket and holds my other arm, keeping me steady.  The last thing I hear before I black out was another voice saying.  "Good job Toby!"

Toby's POV.  A few hours earlier.

My best friend runs through the halls of the foundation his lab coat flying behind him.  His blonde hair is messy and he looks exited.  "Toby!"  he runs up to me and bends over to catch his breath.  "Wil- Wilbur wants you in the garage.  He-"  he pants, trying to finish his sentence.  "He says he has something he wants you to see."  I put my arm on his shoulder.  "go get some water Tommy, I'll go see what he wants."  he nods and runs off into the break room.  I go in the opposite direction.

The garage is a big open room with vans lined up in a neat row.  On the side there are cages for the more dangerous SCPs.  Wilbur is leaning up against a medium sized van.  "Toby, your finally here, did Tommy tell you why your here?"  I shook my head.   "No"  He sighs,  "of course.  Get in the van, I'll explain on the way."   He opens the door to the drivers seat and I get into the passengers.

Wilbur keeps his eyes on the two vans in front of us as he speaks.  "Okay, so, you read the papers on T- 4350, right?"  "Yeah"  T - 4350 is a humanoid who has electric properties.  We don't know too much about it.  Just that every time we are about to catch it, it always finds a way out.  Granted, we would always have too little security.  "Well," Wilbur continues "We got a call talking about someone matching it's description."  "And how do I fit into all this?"  Wilbur taps fingers on the wheel.  "From what we've gathered it seems to be your age.  We thought you, being the calmest of our two juniors, can help distract it."  "Ah"  I guess I'm doing this.

After a few hours we pull up to an abandoned building near the side of the highway.  It looks like it was falling apart.  With rotting wood and some missing bricks.  Definitely the perfect place for someone trying to hide.  We hop out of the van and walk up to the security guards waiting by the side of the building.  We determined that me, Wilbur and the other scientists will wait with some guards at the point where we estimate it uses to come and go while everyone else goes into the apartment.

We wait in the dusty ally for the SCP to be flushed out.  I'm looking around and fiddling with my lab coat when Wilbur taps my arm.  "Look!"  I look to where he's pointing and see a girl climbing down the ladder.  She has a black backpack with some patches hanging off.  Her t-shirt,  jeans and beat up high tops seem ratty.  As she climbs down I take note of her y/h/c pulled back into a high ponytail.  She looks behind her and sees us.  Me, to be exact.  Her eyes are a piercing gray.  She looks scared, dazed, almost.  I couldn't imagine being her, running away from her problems at such a young age.  She steps off the ladder.  A calm demeanor taking over her face.  She breaks a small grin while she looks around at us.  "Hey!  Good to see you guys again!"  She says.  I look at Wilbur.  He seems shocked.

 While we all stare at her I understand what she's trying to do.  I slowly take the pack of tranquilizers from Wilbur's pocket.  I take a syringe from the box.  All of a sudden she takes off running.  I chase after her.  My feet hit the cement hard as I run.  Without thinking I reach out and grab her arm.  She turns to me.  She looks even more beautiful up close.  She sounds terrified when she whispers, "please don't do this."  It almost pains me to respond.  "I'm sorry"  I move my hand up, holding the tranquilizer up to her neck.  Just as it touches her skin she starts to pull her arm.  I keep my grip on her tight though, it's for the best.  I'm surprised she hasn't shocked me yet.  I push the plunger down.  Almost instantly, she starts to calm down.  Facing me fully, she grabs my other arm. I keep my hands under her elbows.  For a second I thought she was going to hurt me but I figured she was too weak to do so.  Instead, she puts all her weight on me.  She almost falls when I hear Wilbur speak behind me.  "Good job Toby!"

Wilbur grabs her from my arms and carries her to one of the cages.  We load her into the van and drive back to the foundation.

Y/N's POV

The first thing I feel when I wake up is a pounding headache.  The blinding lights above me don't help.  I sit up in the small bed I'm laying in and look around.  The first thing I noticed was a giant window. It took up a whole chunk of the wall.  Next to the bed is a small table with drawers.  Theres a table in front of me and a sink to my right.  I do notice a door on the far side of the room. I'm still in my clothes from before.  I throw my legs across the bed and stand up to look for a way out.  I run my hands along the walls.

I continue doing so until I hear a click and a hiss coming from the wall with the door.  I frantically search for what I did until I hear a deep voice coming from behind me.  "Hello 4350, I'm Eret.  I wouldn't try looking for a way out, there is none."  I turn around.  "Okay, first off what did you call me? And second, back the frick up."  He nods head and comes closer.  "Ah, you have some sass.  We can fix that." I put my hand up to seem like I will do something.  I've experimented with my lightning, but never mastered it.  "I said, back up"  even closer.  I try to concentrate all my energy to my hand.  All of a sudden a bright light explodes from my it.  Yes!  I wasn't trying to hurt him, just rock his boat a little.  The light is cut short.

 I see the man, Eret, I think it was.  I saw Eret standing in front of me, unfazed.  He twitches his head and two guards storm the room.  They grab my arms.  Eret walks closer to me and sticks his finger under my chin.  "You won't try that again, do you understand me?"  I don't respond, just tilt my head down and try to bite him.  He pulls his finger away and laughs.  "I'll get something out of you soon sweetheart."  He walks out, his hands behind his back.  The guards walk out soon after him.

For the next few weeks many doctors come in to ask me questions.  Some stay where they are, others get too close for comfort, ending with them getting a small shock.  Not enough to leave a mark, just a warning.  I could tell I was beating them down.  I might have a chance of escaping.

The days were mostly the same, wake up, get served my "breakfast", if you could even call it that.  Next some doctors would come in and ask me questions.  I try to keep it as vague as possible, just to tick them off.  They would try at that for a while, until they realize that it was futile.  I got lunch and dinner somewhere in between all that.  It was like that.  Day, after day, after day.  But today, instead of sending in some doctors they sent in the boy from before, and another.

"Hey,"  the brunette said in a soft voice.  I can feel myself shrink back against the wall.  I got that feeling, the one I had when I first got caught.  Like I wasn't, no, couldn't hurt him.  "Hey, it's me, do you remember me?  I'm Toby, this is my friend Tommy,"  he points to the blonde behind him.  He gives an awkward wave.  I giggle softly at his actions.  "Yeah, that's it.  we're not going to hurt you"  I look back at Toby.  "That's what they all say"  He laughs at this.  "Yeah, I know, I've seen."  He takes a step closer.  Keeping eye contact with me.  When he sees that I don't react he steps even closer.  I thought he was going to come even closer, but he just sits down.  He look back at Tommy and waves him over.  When he sits down next to Toby I slide down the wall.  "Can you tell us about yourself?"  I nod my head.  "Good, what's your name?"  His soft tone convinces me to talk.  "Y/N"  he smiles.  "That's a beautiful name, how old are you?"  "Sixteen,"  his smile gets even wider.  "Same, can you tell us when you ran away?"  "Three years ago"  he nods his head.  "That was very brave, why did you do it?"  "My mom called the cops on me"  "I'm so sorry"

Everyday Toby and Tommy come in.  Everyday they would get a little closer.  And everyday, I let them.  I knew that they wouldn't hurt me.  I trusted them.  We got so far that we shared a group hug.  They have truly became my best friends in this period.  Toby would stay a little longer than Tommy though.  Sometimes he would even be there until I fell asleep in the bed.  Sometimes he would sneak me some food from the lounge.  He makes being here livable.  Not nice, no, never nice, but livable.

One morning I woke up to Eret in my room.  I immediately sat up.  "What are you doing here?"  He chuckles.  "Come with me"  I rolled my eyes and followed him.  Bad idea.  When I walk outside my cell I get swarmed by guards.  I can tell this isn't good.  I'm walked to a bigger room where I'm strapped down on a table.  "What's going on?"  I'm being hooked up to all these machines.  A doctor grabs my arm.  I try to shock them but they don't react.  Stupid protective suits.  The doctor hold my wrist down while he sticks a needle in.  He squeezes the bag it's attached to and I start to feel woozy.  The last thing I see is Eret standing above me.  "Goodnight Y/N"

Toby's POV

Tommy and I walk through the halls over to Y/N's cell.  We've made so much progress with her.  I just can't understand that feeling I get in my stomach when I talk to her.  It feels like my heart just flutters.

I walk past the other cells and over to hers.  I feel the snickers bar in my pocket hit my leg while I walked.  It was her favorite.  I brought her one every morning.  I see Tommy run past me.  He stops at her cell and yells my name.  "Toby, you might want to come see this!"  I pick up my pace and make my way to her cell.  I look through the window.  It was empty.  "No way"  I walk into decontamination and into her room.  "Y/N!?"  "It isn't here"  I hear a deep voice behind me.  Eret's voice.  I  turn around.  "What did you do to her?"  "It, Toby, it"   I feel anger bubble up inside me.  I see Tommy walk in.  Eret spins around to see him.  "Ah, perfect.  Boys, I will need you to come with me."  He says calmly.  "Not before you tell me where she is."  He laughs.  "IT.  You've gotten too attached to it"  

We follow Eret through the foundation.  We are led to a room without cameras.  Guards force us sit down and makes sure we stay down.  Eret walks to the side of the room.  He grabs a small syringe with a purple liquid in it.  "I'm so sorry it had to be like this boys, but it must be done."   He walks up to Tommy.  He uses his hand to push his head up.  "Eret?  What is that?"  Tommy asks frantically.  "Just some memory serum, don't worry though, you won't remember a thing"

He comes to me next.  I feel tears well up in my eyes.  "Eret!  How could you?  I've worked with you for hours!"  He sighs and pushes my head to the side.  "It was never meant to be"  he pushes the plunger and my mind went blank...

[themetaphorgirl]

so I had some requests to expand on this bit that I wrote, about Spencer recovering from appendicitis. 

and I was like “oh cool, I’ll write a little something.”

five thousand words later

I hope you like it!!! and everybody say thank you to @f-m27 for being my cheerleader and beta!!

(please don’t judge any medical inaccuracies. and the fact that Gideon allowed an eighteen-year-old, a seventeen-year-old, and a sixteen-year-old to take a ten-year-old to the emergency room. we’ve all seen the first two seasons. we all know that Gideon can barely be a Responsible Adult for FBI agents, he should not be left in charge of actual children.)

(also don’t imagine Alex sitting with Spencer in 9x24 waiting for him to wake up after surgery. don’t. don’t do it. you’ll catch the feelings.)

my ff.net | my AO3 | the boarding school babes

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He thought it was just a stomachache.

It was just little twinges at first, just enough to divert his attention for a moment. He figured it was probably just that he ate too much junk food, or he wasn’t sleeping enough (he never slept enough), or maybe he was stressed over the big test he had coming up in his history class.

The little twinges turned to big twinges, and then turned to a dull steady ache at the pit of his stomach. And on Friday morning, the dull steady ache had turned into cramps that squeezed tight and threatened to wander to his side. Maybe he was more nervous about the test than he thought.

He couldn’t even eat anything at lunch. Slowly he dragged his fork around on his plate, resting his chin in his hand, his stomach squeezing tighter and tighter. 

“Spencer, aren’t you hungry?” Hotch said. “You haven’t eaten anything.”

He raised his head. “I don’t think I’m hungry,” he said.

“Still stressed about your history test?” Derek asked. 

He jabbed his fork into his pasta. “I hate essay questions,” he said. “I don’t think they’re an adequate gauge of knowledge if you’re rushing to get it done in the time allotted.”

David laughed. “I don’t think you have anything to worry about, you’ll do fine,” he said. He bit his lip.

“Don’t make that face,” Alex said. “David’s right, it’s not going to be as hard as you think it will be. How about we figure out something fun to do tonight once it’s over?”

“Okay,” he said reluctantly, digging his fork into his food. He wasn’t hungry, not even in the slightest.

The big kids were wrong. The multiple choice was easy and so was the fill in the blank section, but the essay question got him all tangled up, trying to keep his words straight. His stomach really hurt now, painful steady cramps that squeezed into his right side. It made it harder to focus, and he turned in his test at the end of the class with the upsetting suspicion that he could have done a lot better.

He dragged himself back to Lincoln House after his last class, his steps slow and his messenger bag pulling his shoulder down. It was a cold, gray, gloomy day, and he was freezing. But maybe now that his test was over and it was the weekend, he would start feeling better.

Chaos reigned in the seventh floor common room. Derek and Emily were squabbling, Penelope and JJ were shrieking about something on a TV show, James and David were flipping channels in search of something to watch. Spencer bit back a sigh and set down his messenger bag so he could unbutton his blazer.

“Hey, watch out!” Derek said, and suddenly white stars exploded in his vision as someone collided into him. He doubled over, clutching his side.

Someone caught him by the arm and kept him from sinking. “Hey, hey, you’re okay,” Emily said, and he blinked rapidly in an effort to make the room stop spinning. She hoisted him up and he cried out at the splitting stitch in his side. “What’s going on, kid? Derek didn’t bump you that hard.”

“Nothing,” he wheezed. “Just...stomachache.” The room had gone deathly quiet and he hated it. Everyone was staring at him. Even Emily looked worried, and that made him feel even more uneasy.

“You’re sure it’s just a stomachache?” James asked. He frowned. “You’re holding onto your side.”

Spencer shrugged. “Yeah, it hurts,” he said, a little too sharply.

“Are you feeling okay?” James pressed. “Maybe you should go to the infirmary.”

He shook his head. “No, I don’t need to,” he said. “I’m fine.” He hefted up his messenger bag. “I’m gonna go change.”

The others slowly went back to what they were doing, but James was frowning. “I’m going to go talk to Hotch, I’ll be right back,” he said. 

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Alex hummed under her breath, already daydreaming about the books stashed in her bag. A major perk of being the school librarian was getting first dibs on anything new. “Penelope, the new Maggie Stiefvater came in,” she called as she climbed the stairs to the seventh floor common room.

“Ooh!” Penelope said, making grabby hands. “You’re the best. I’m so excited!”

“I get dibs next!” JJ said.

The kids piled over the couch and the floor watching a rerun of sitcom. She handed the book to Penelope and set her bag down. “How was your history test, Spence?” she asked.

He shrugged. He was curled up in the far end of the couch, dressed in a tee shirt and joggers, his thin arms folded protectively over his stomach. “It was okay, I guess,” he mumbled.

She bent over him and kissed his forehead, then frowned. “You feel warm,” she said. “Are you all right?”

“I’m fine,” he said, his mouth drawing down in a pout. 

James got up from the couch. “Hey, can we have a big kid meeting?” he said. “In Hotch’s room.”

“I guess,” Alex said, caught off guard. 

“For the purposes of this meeting, do I count as a big kid?” Emily asked.

“No, you can stay here,” James said.

“Oh, good. I didn’t want to go.”

Alex smoothed Spencer’s short hair; he didn’t respond, but he was definitely a little too warm. “Be good, you guys.”

James grabbed her by the wrist and tugged her into Hotch’s room; David closed the door behind them. Hotch pushed his chair back from his desk and took his headphones off. “Hey, you got an update?” he asked.

“Update on what?” Alex asked, confused. “What’s going on?”

James sat down on Hotch’s bed. “Something’s wrong with Spencer,” he said.

“Yeah, he’s been acting odd all week, and I think he has a fever,” she said.

“James thinks he has appendicitis,” David said.

Alex’s jaw dropped. “Oh, no. Really?”

“He’s got all the textbook signs,” James said. “He hasn’t been eating much this week, he says his stomach hurts. Derek bumped into him and he about screamed. He’s been favoring his right side. And if you say he’s running a fever…”

“What should we do? Take him to the infirmary?”

“He already said no to that, because of course he did,” David said.

“And if it’s appendicitis, we need to get him to a hospital sooner rather than later,” James said, jiggling his leg anxiously. “At best, we take him in, they check him out, they say it’s just a stomach ache. At worst, we keep him here, I’m right, his appendix bursts, and it’s at least a thirty minute drive to the hospital.”

“And I’ve already talked to Gideon about it,” Hotch said, waving his phone. “He said he trusts my judgement, and if we take him to the hospital to just make sure we bring Spencer’s file with his medical records and to keep him updated.”

Alex frowned. “He does remember that we’re all teenagers, right?” she said. Hotch shrugged.

“Okay, who’s going to take him?” David asked.

“I’ll drive,” James said immediately. “And I’m eighteen, I can sign off on things. Hotch, you should come too. And Alex.”

“I’ll stay here and watch the rest of the kids,” David said. “But the big question is...how are we going to convince him to get in the car.”

“I’ll throw him over my shoulder and carry him out kicking and screaming if I have to,” Hotch said.

“No, no, we have to make him think it’s his idea,” Alex said.

“Or you can just lie,” David suggested. “Did you guys promise to do something fun once he got that history test over with? Tell him you’re going to take him into town for ice cream or something.”

“We shouldn’t lie to him,” Alex said. 

“No...he has a point,” James said. “That might actually work.”

Alex fished her phone out of her pocket, sighing. “Okay, then, hold on,” she said. “I’m going to tell Derek to pack some things for Spencer. If he does end up needing surgery, we’ll have to be prepared.”

“Yeah, that’s a good idea,” James said. 

Hotch closed up his textbooks and switched off his desk lamp. “All right, who can lie the best?” he said as he reached for his shoes.

“Probably me,” David said. “I’ll set up it. You guys...maintain it. Don’t let on until you’ve at least got him in the car. That way he can’t escape.”

“Oh, good point,” James said. He got up from Hotch’s bed. “All right. Are we ready to do this?”

Alex pocketed her phone. “Might as well,” she said. “United front, everybody. United front.”

The rest of the kids were still sprawled around the common room watching TV. She eyed the pile of books on the table- Derek had followed her instructions and emptied her tote bag so he could pack things without Spencer catching on.

“Hey, Spencer,” David said. “Since you did so well on your test, you want to go to town and get some ice cream?”

He shrugged. “No, not really,” he said.

Alex bit her lip. Spencer had to be sick. He would live off sugar if they let him; she’d never seen him turn down dessert before.

“Does your stomach still hurt?” James asked. “Maybe we should take you to the infirmary.”

Spencer inched off the couch, bracing his palm against his right side. “No, no...I want ice cream,” he said. 

“Hey, what about me?” Emily objected. “I want ice cream too.” Hotch shot her a look that would dissolve steel. “Well...maybe not.”

“Okay, then,” James said. “Get your shoes and a jacket. It’s cold out.”

Spencer jammed his feet into his sneakers and tried to bend over to tie them. He couldn’t do it, and he left the laces untied as he reached for his jacket. She desperately wanted to fix it and tie them for him, but she didn’t want to draw too much attention.

Derek sidled up beside her and silently handed her her tote bag. “Thanks,” she whispered, and he nodded.

Hotch shrugged on his ever-present navy hoodie. “All right, you guys ready?” he asked.

JJ and Penelope looked at them, confused. “Let’s go,” James said, placing his hand on Spencer’s shoulder. “See you guys later.”

It was a long walk from Lincoln House to James’s car. Hotch took the backseat next to Spencer; Alex sat in the passenger seat with her hands in her coat pockets. James fiddled with his bluetooth receiver for a moment and turned on music, something calm to play in the background, and pulled out of the parking lot.

The three of them kept up steady conversation about inconsequential things, but Spencer stayed unusually silent. Alex kept an eye on him in the rearview mirror. He curled up tight, burrowing into the hood of his jacket, his forehead pressed against the window.

James drove through town as a light rain started to fall. Spencer blinked and struggled to sit up. “Wait, where are we going?” he asked. Alex caught Hotch’s eye in the mirror. They stayed uncomfortably silent for a moment. No one wanted to say it.

“We think you need to get checked out at a hospital,” James said finally. 

“What?” Spencer said, his voice rising. “Why?”

James kept driving, raindrops catching in the headlights. “You might need your appendix out,” he said, keeping his voice calm and even. “You have a lot of the hallmark symptoms, and we would rather have someone take a look at you and clear you to go back home than risk your appendix bursting.”

Spencer’s mouth dropped open. “You lied to me!” he accused. 

“You keep insisting you’re fine, and you wouldn’t go to the infirmary at school,” Hotch said. “Would you have listened and gone with us if we tried to talk to you about it?”

“Yes!” he said. He hesitated. “Well...maybe not. But I’m okay, and you shouldn’t have lied to me!”

Alex turned around in her seat. “I’m sorry we lied,” she said. “But let’s get you looked at, and once they tell you’re fine we’ll get ice cream for real, and then go home.”

“But-” James started to say, and she shot him a look. “Yeah. Exactly that.”

Spencer slunk back, the seatbelt sliding over his neck. Alex bit back a sigh. She hoped they’d just send him home. But she had a sneaking suspicion that James was right. 

They were going to be in for a rough night, she could just tell.

James parked in the emergency room lot; she got out of the car, shouldering her bag, and winced against the light cold rain biting at her face. “Spencer, get out of the car,” Hotch said.

“No.”

Hotch pinched the bridge of his nose. “Spencer Reid, get out of the car now.”

“I’m not getting out of the car. You guys lied to me.”

“Spencer Walter Tristan Reid. Get out of the car, I swear to God, or I will throw you over my shoulder and carry you myself.”

“You wouldn’t.” Hotch strode towards Spencer’s side of the car. “Okay! Okay, I’ll get out of the car.”

Spencer scrambled to get out of the car, but he moved a little too fast, a little too sharply, and he doubled over, his hand still clinging to the door handle. Hotch crouched down beside him. “Do you need a second?” he asked gently. Spencer nodded, his teeth gritted.

His shoelaces were still untied, drabbling in a puddle, and Hotch tied them silently. He stood up and placed his hand on Spencer’s narrow shoulder. “Let’s go,” he said, and after a moment Spencer obeyed.

He was moving slowly and stiffly now, and Hotch kept his strides short and slow for him to keep up as they crossed the parking lot. It was a little warmer in the emergency room, but not by much. At least they were out of the rain.

James touched Alex’s arm lightly. “Hotch and I will get him checked in, can you sit with him?” he asked.

“Yeah, of course,” she said. 

She guided him over to a chair. “I’m fine,” he told her. “My stomach just hurts a little.”

“I know,” she said, taking the seat next to him and dropping her bag on the floor. He curled up away from her, tucking his feet under himself and making himself small. She bit back a sigh. At least it didn’t seem too busy in the emergency room. Maybe they wouldn’t have to wait too long.

The boys joined them after a while; Hotch stretched out his long legs and bit back a yawn. “He’s checked in, we’re just waiting for them to call him into triage,” James said. “How’s he doing?”

“He might’ve fallen asleep,” Alex said.

“I’m awake,” Spencer mumbled into his crossed arms. “And I’m still mad at you guys.”

Alex rubbed his back lightly. “That’s fair,” she said. “Well, hopefully they’ll bring you back soon, and then we’ll head home.”

“You promised me ice cream.”

“That’s right, ice cream and then home,” she said. She caught James’s eye and shrugged.

She kept rubbing light circles into Spencer’s back. Most people assumed Spencer didn’t like to be touched- and that was true with strangers, but once he’d warmed up to their little family he seemed to welcome affectionate gestures. He seemed to relax a little bit as she kept up the gentle patterns.

“Spencer Reid?”

Spencer unfolded himself stiffly from the chair. The white light of the emergency room made the dark circles under his eyes seem darker. “You want all of us to go back with you?” Alex asked. He nodded, reaching nervously for her hand. 

The nurse brought them back to a small triage room and closed the curtain. “Up here, please,” she said, indicating the exam table. Spencer balked. 

“Take off your jacket,” Hotch said. He obeyed; James took the jacket and Hotch picked Spencer up and sat him on the table.

The nurse checked Spencer’s blood pressure and pulse, then took his temperature. “A hundred and two,” she reported. “That’s a littler higher than we’d like. What’s been going on?”

“Mild abdominal pains,” Spencer said, his eyes closed. “They were worried. Can I go home now?”

“How mild are we talking?” the nurse asked. “Scale of one to ten.”

Spencer was quiet for a moment. “Seven, maybe?” 

“For Spencer, that’s like...an eleven,” Hotch said. 

“He hasn’t been eating much, and he’s been favoring his right side,” James added.

The nurse scanned Spencer’s file. “Ah, that does sound a bit like appendicitis,” she said. “Let’s take a look, okay, sweetie?”

Spencer tried to twist away as the nurse lifted the hem of his shirt. His belly was swollen, and when the nurse probed his right side lightly he cried out, all the color draining from his face. 

“Yeah, that sure seems like appendicitis,” the nurse said, seemingly unfazed. “All right, we’ll do an ultrasound to confirm. Hang tight, I’ll be right back.”

Spencer’s chest heaved. “Can we go home now?” he begged. His pale face had taken on a greenish tinge. “Please, I don’t want to be here.”

“No, we have to stay,” Alex said. She got up and took his hand in both of hers. “They’re going to double check and see if it’s your appendix. If we find out it isn’t, we’ll take your home.”

“It’s definitely his appendix,” Hotch mumbled under his breath.

“Aaron,” she hissed. He rolled his eyes.

Spencer struggled to sit up, yanking his hand out of her grip. “I don’t want to be here,” he said desperately. “Please, just take me home. I hate hospitals. I-”

“Just calm down and let them check you out, okay?” Hotch said, a little too harshly.

“I don’t think I need to be checked out,” he shot back.

The nurse wheeled in a cart with the ultrasound machine and started setting it up. “Spencer, lie down,” Alex said.

“No,” he said petulantly. “I don’t want to be here.”

“Jesus, Spencer, cut it out,” Hotch snapped. “You’re acting like a child.”

“I am a child!” 

“So be quiet and fucking listen to the grownups! We’re trying to help you!”

“You’re not a grownup, you’re sixteen!”

“Both of you, stop it,” Alex interrupted sharply. A fever flush was rising high on Spencer’s cheeks and his eyes were glassy, threatening to spill over; Hotch looked like thunder, his eyebrows knitting together and his mouth pressed into a thin line. 

The nurse seemed unbothered by their argument. “Okay, sweetie, lie down,” she said. Spencer obeyed, but he flinched when she tugged his shirt up around his ribcage and tried to squirm away from her cold clinical touch. “This’ll be a little cold.”

Spencer screwed up his face. Alex didn’t know if he was about to scream or cry or throw a temper tantrum. Honestly, maybe all three. 

“I wonder how the ultrasound was developed,” she said quickly. 

The nurse squirted the cold gel on Spencer’s stomach; he jumped, but he turned towards Alex, distracted. “What do you mean?” he asked.

“Oh, just wondering who discovered it, and how they started using it in hospital settings,” she said.

The nurse moved the wand over Spencer’s belly; James stepped closer to the screen to get a better look. “Well, Pierre Curie discovered piezoelectricity in 1880,” Spencer said. “But the first echo imaging device wasn’t developed until 1940.”

“Oh, I didn’t know that,” she said, playing dumb. “So then they started using them for medical purposes?”

“No, it was meant to find flaws in metal casings,” he said. “It wasn’t used on people until 1941.”

She kept asking questions, just enough to keep him talking, and he started to calm down as he focused on answering her questions. She saw Hotch sigh in relief. But she also saw James frowning at the ultrasound screen, and that couldn’t be good.

The nurse wiped the gel off Spencer’s stomach. “All right, so bad news, good news,” she said. “Bad news, we’ve got to get that appendix out, and fast. Good news, we caught it before it burst.” She started packing things up. “We’ll get you moved to pre-op as fast as we can, okay?”

She left, and all the color drained from Spencer’s face. “I want to go home,” he whispered, but all the fight had gone out of him. 

“We know, Spence, but they need to take your appendix out,” James said. “There’s no way around it.”

“Yes, there is!” Spencer said desperately. “Antibiotics, they can reverse it with antibiotics…”

James shook his head. “That’s in mild cases, and it’s rarely successful,” he said gently. “Spencer, I was watching your ultrasound. You’re not okay. You’ve got to have surgery.”

Spencer’s face crumpled. “I don’t want to,” he said, a sob catching in his throat. “Please don’t make me, please don’t make me, I hate it here, I want to leave.”

He buried his face in his hands. “Hey, hey, what’s wrong?” Alex said, bending over him and brushing his hair back from his forehead. “There’s something you’re not telling us.”

He kept his face hidden from her, but his shoulders hitched. “They used to take me to the hospital...when my mom was sick,” he whispered. “When she got really bad. And...and they’d leave me in the waiting room, and...and I’d be there for hours, by myself...and…”

“That’s not going to happen,” Hotch said firmly. “I promise. There’s no way we would just leave you.”

A tear dripped down Spencer’s cheek. Alex wiped it away with her thumb. “An appendectomy is a really easy procedure,” James said gently. He squeezed Spencer’s knee. “You’ll be in and out in no time. Maybe a day or two in the hospital to recover, and then we’ll take you home so you can rest.” He smiled. “And then we’ll get you that ice cream we tricked you with. As much ice cream as you want.”

Spencer’s chest heaved as Alex stroked his hair back from his forehead. “You promise?” he said.

“Absolutely,” James said. 

The nurse drew back the curtain. “All right, sweetie, we’re going to move you to pre-op and the doctor’s going to come talk to you about what’s going to happen,” she said briskly. “I’ve got a wheelchair for you, you probably shouldn’t walk.”

Spencer’s mouth tightened. “It’s fine, I’ll carry him,” Hotch said. “Is that okay, kid?” He nodded, and Hotch scooped him up carefully in his arms. Spencer’s head dropped against his shoulder. 

The pediatric wing was horrifically cheerful, the halls painted a painful yellow and decorated with a mural of slightly cock-eyed off-brand cartoon characters. It made her skin crawl to see them staring. 

“So you’ll want to get him changed, and we’ll get an IV started for him,” the nurse said. “The doctor will be in soon to talk to you. But I’ll give y’all a second.” 

She closed the door. Alex sighed as she set down her bag and took off her coat. “Wow, this place really does suck,” she said, tugging at her dress.

Hotch set Spencer down gently on the floor; he swayed drunkenly and Hotch kept his hands on his shoulders. “How’re you doing?” he asked.

“I don’t feel good,” he said in a small voice. “I really don’t feel good.”

His face had gone stark white; James quietly handed Hotch the small trash can from the corner just before Spencer doubled over and threw up. Alex winced, but Hotch didn’t seem fazed at all.

He didn’t have much in his system to bring up, but he started to cry, faint and panicky. “Alex, can you take him?” James said. “We’ll take care of everything else.”

“Yeah, absolutely,” she said. She took Spencer’s hand and squeezed gently before leading him over to the small bathroom. 

He was shaking, his teeth beginning to chatter. “I don’t feel good,” he sobbed. “Alex, I don’t feel good.”

“I know, I know,” she soothed. “We’ll get you cleaned up, and then you can lie down, okay?”

She folded up a paper towel and ran it under cold water, then wiped gently at his face. His fever radiated heat against her hand. She helped him change, setting his clothes aside and dressing him in a hospital johnny that buttoned at the shoulders. He didn’t put up a fight, but he didn’t have the energy to do it himself, so she did it for him.

“How’s that?” she asked. “Better?”  He nodded, his chin trembling. “Let’s get you to bed, then.”

James and Hotch were talking to a doctor in low conspiratorial tones in the corner. Alex picked Spencer up and set him on the bed. Usually he slept curled up on his side or his stomach, but he just sank back limply, still shivering.

Alex dug through her bag and shook out a soft blanket- it was Derek’s, but it was Spencer’s favorite to steal during movie nights. She tucked it around him snugly and he hugged it to his chest. 

A nurse in purple scrubs was prepping an IV. “Hi, sweetie,” she said. “We’re going to get your IV started, and once it’s going and the doctor has the chance to talk to you, we’ll start the anesthesia. Which arm?”

“Right,” he said quietly.

Alex sat down next to him; he cuddled up to her, his cheek against her collarbone, as the nurse set the IV in his arm and taped it in place. He didn’t even flinch, and she kissed the top of his head. 

“Hey, kid,” Hotch said. “How’re you holding up?”

“I don’t feel good,” he said, and Hotch rubbed his arm lightly.

“The doctor’s going to talk you through what’s going to happen,” James said. “You can ask as many questions as you want.”

The doctor was kind and patient, but Spencer didn’t ask any questions, and that worried her. Spencer was always a never-ending fount of questions and facts and statistics; it wouldn’t have surprised her if he had talked through the surgery himself. His silence scared her. But she wasn’t about to say that.

“You’re sure you don’t have any questions?” Hotch asked. Spencer shook his head. 

“Okay, sugar, we’re going to start the anesthesia,” the nurse said. 

Spencer shivered. “You’ll stay?” he asked, his voice shaking.

“We’ll be right here,” Hotch promised. “And we’ll be there when you wake up.” 

The nurse injected something into the IV port. Before long Spencer was fighting to stay awake, his lashes fluttering and twitching, but soon he was limp in Alex’s arms, fast asleep.

“All right, we’ll take it from here. We’ll keep you updated.”

They were ushered out in short order and escorted to a small waiting room; Alex pressed one last kiss to Spencer’s cheek and gathered up his blanket. Hotch sank down in a chair and buried his face in his hands.

“Hey, you okay?” she asked.

He was quiet for a moment. “He’s just so damn small,” he said at last, his voice muffled in his palms.

She sighed and sat down next to him. “I know,” she said. She handed him the blanket and Hotch sat up a little, his shoulders still hunched, and folded it around his arms. His eyes were suspiciously red-rimmed.

“Who wants to call David with an update?” James asked.

Alex rubbed her forehead. “Oh, god, we have to tell the rest of them,” she said. She rested her hand on Hotch’s back. “Do you mind doing it?”

“Yeah, no worries,” James said, already pulling his phone out of his pocket.

“How bad is this, really?” Hotch asked. “How much should we worry?”

“He’s going to be okay,” James said. “It’s a best case scenario. We caught it fast enough, he’s in good hands, the surgery will only last about an hour.”

It was the longest hour she had ever experienced. Even with James’s reassurance, none of them could sit still and focus on anything; the TV played for no one and the magazines stayed untouched. Hotch held Spencer’s blanket in silence.

It was almost an hour and a half before anyone came back for them. Alex’s heart jumped to her throat. “He’s doing great,” the doctor said, smiling warmly. “They’re moving him to post-op so he can rest, he should be waking up soon.”

“Can we see him?” Hotch demanded.

“Absolutely. It’s common for children to be a little fussy and confused when they’re coming out of anesthesia, sometimes nauseated, so give him some time. But yes, you can go see him.”

Hotch was right. Spencer was just too damn small. And he was too quiet and still; she was used to him fidgeting and chattering all the time. He was still pale, his arms stiff by his sides, the IV still taped to his arm and a pulse monitor attached to his finger.

Alex sat down on the edge of the bed and took his limp little hand in hers. Hotch unfolded the blanket and draped it over him. “How much longer till he wakes up?” he asked.

“Not sure,” James said, pulling up a chair. “It could be a few minutes, or another hour or two.”

Luckily, it was only about half an hour before his fingers began to twitch in her grip. Before long he started to rouse, his lashes brushing against his cheeks, and when he opened his hazel eyes they were still cloudy.

“Hi, Spence, welcome back,” Hotch said. 

He scrunched up his face, confused and distressed, and he started to cry. “Hey, you’re okay,” Alex soothed, holding his hand against her heart. “You’re okay, baby. You did so good.” He mumbled something indistinct that sounded faintly like her name and she smiled at him. 

Spencer looked around unsteadily. “Hotch?” he said, his voice thick.

“Yeah, kiddo, I’m here too,” Hotch reassured him, leaning over him to stroke his hair back from his forehead. “James is too. We’re all here, we didn’t leave you.” 

Spencer rubbed his eyes sleepily. “Where’s…” he started to say, but his voice trailed off.

“Where’s what?” James asked.

“Where’s...my ice cream?” he mumbled. “Did I miss it?”

Hotch laughed. “No, you didn’t miss it,” he said. “Ice cream’s for later, though. You just rest for now.”

That seemed to be enough to assure Spencer and he burrowed under the blankets. Alex kept his hand in hers, rubbing her thumbs in small circles, and he sighed in heavy, contented relief.

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The Jilted Tourist - 3

A/N: It’s the first morning of what was supposed to be a nice weekend away for Benjamin and Julia. But things rarely go how they are supposed to, at least for Benjamin Greene. What happens when Julia arrives in London? And will Benjamin see Joss again? Yikes. This is the finale of this lil mini-series and... well... possibly of something else. 

Word Count: 4,081

Warning: language, marital problems, talk of infidelity 

Benjamin could count on one hand how many times in his life he had woken up alone in a hotel room. Didn’t think I ever would again. Not after… With a sigh he opened his eyes and slid his hand over the empty space beside him, watching as his ring snagged on the bunched sheets. The room was still dark, though he could see the sky lightening through the drawn curtains. He brought his outstretched arm back beneath his pillow and rolled to his other side, reaching for his phone on the table. Pressing the button to illuminate the screen, he groaned as he read the time. Never thought I’d wake up this early in a hotel either. He dropped his face into the pillow and let out a long slow breath into it. 

He’d been in the waking world for less than a few minutes but already an uneasy current passed through his stomach. I don’t like this. At all. He turned from his stomach to his side and swallowed the thick feeling that was starting to form in his throat. This doesn’t feel right, this feels… Clamping his eyes shut, he tried not to wonder if it would feel any different if Julia had been there. Would we talk about what we need to, or would it just… would she just… Stop. He opened his eyes once more, sitting up against the headboard. There’s no use, it’s… He swallowed again and ran both hands over the top of his head, gripping the back of it. She’ll be here in a few hours and… we’ll talk. 

Though he’d managed to get her on the phone when he got back to the room, the conversation had been brief. She’d elaborated a little on Marsha’s dilemma, telling him that the woman’s daughter hadn’t spoken to her in a few months due to some argument that they’d had, and that Marsha wasn’t dealing with it very well. While it still didn’t feel to Benjamin like something that should have derailed their plans, he didn’t say anything. It’s not really about Marsha or this weekend anyway. With a yawn she asked what he’d done after speaking to her at the train station, and he answered that he’d just had a couple of pints at the pub. Which is true. But before he could tell her anything about his presentation or how confident he was feeling about it, she was yawning again, telling him that she was exhausted. So am I. Benjamin ended the call with her the way he always did, telling her that he loved her, but despite how tired he truly was, he stared at the ceiling for hours.  

She still hasn’t even asked me how things went. He wondered, briefly, if she hadn’t forgotten what the occasion was that had warranted a weekend getaway, though he couldn’t see how. It’s nearly all I’ve talked about for weeks. He frowned at the same stain on the ceiling that he’d focused on as he fell asleep the night before. Maybe she just doesn’t understand how important this is to me. Though he knew that plenty of people, if given the chance that Julia had given him, would probably coast through their classes and simply try not to fail, Benjamin had looked for every opportunity to work hard for the degree that his wife was funding, wanting to prove not only to himself but to her that he could; that he was worth her investment. But she doesn’t see that. 

The city sounds outside the window did nothing to cut through his thoughts. Cycling back through the finer points of the paper that he presented the previous morning was no help either. He’d memorized his notes so well that running through the facts wouldn’t take up enough brainpower to distract him from what was on his mind. Maybe I’ll have a smoke, clear my head. But that only made him recall the way that Jocelyn had scolded him for lighting up a second cigarette that evening as he walked her to the hotel. 

“You know, a smart man like you really should know better than to-” 

He raised the hand that still held his lighter to cut her off, speaking around the paper filter between his lips. “I do know better, and I am trying to quit. Tonight’s just not the night for it.” Taking a long, almost exaggerated drag, he plucked it from his lips and turned away from her to release the plume of smoke into the air. 

“Sun’ll come out tomorrow I guess,” she answered, swinging her arm across her chest to adjust the strap of her purse. Her whole body swayed with the motion, and Benjamin switched his cigarette to his opposite hand in case he needed to catch her by the wrist or stop her from stumbling off the curb. “Mmm, actually, I don’t know’f the sun’ll be out tomorrow, when I checked the weather earlier it said rain so…” She shrugged and corrected her course, walking in a straight line once more. “So smoke ‘em up I guess.”  

Benjamin glanced over at Jocelyn then and let out a burst of laughter which she returned after half a second’s pause. He pulled the pack from his pocket and shook it back and forth. “Last pack I’m buying, promise.” Joss nodded as he tucked them back away. “But hey,” She tilted her head to let him know that she was listening. “Can’t rain forever, right?” 

She sighed and while he could tell that she would need time to get through the hurt that Eddie’s cheating had caused, he watched a small smile lift her cheek. “No,” she squinted up at the starless sky. “I guess it can’t, not even with all these clouds.” 

They’d reached the hotel only a few minutes later, and after he was sure that she had her key and would be able to get safely into her room, Benjamin turned to his inadvertent new friend and wished her a good night. 

“You have my card, I know you probably won’t be booking any more trips back to London anytime soon,” she rolled her eyes as he continued. “But if you ever need copy work,” he shrugged, “shoot me an email and I’ll see if I can help.” 

Joss closed her right eye in a clumsy wink and flashed him a thumbs up. “And if you ever need one’a your smarty pants papers proofread, you know who to call.” She turned to insert her card key into her door but spun around, card still clutched between her fingers. “Actually don’t call me because international rates are a whole thing but yeah. Like you said. Email.” Twisting again, she inserted her key quickly into the slot and retracted it, swiftly turning the handle to open the door. 

  “Right. Wouldn’t want to cause a whole thing.” She’s funny. Benjamin caught the door with one hand and held it open for her. And nice. I hope she… “Listen, take care of yourself, Joss, alright?” 

Now inside her room, she kicked off her shoes and shrunk an inch or two, but maintained eye contact with him as she did. “I will. You take care of yourself too, Benj.” Benj? No one calls me… just Zach. Normally he was very adamant that people address him by his full name. He’d gone through the trouble of changing it, and didn’t think it needed to be changed any further. Occasionally  he’d meet someone whose use of a nickname he didn’t feel compelled to correct. But before he could question it, she was speaking again. “I hope your w-“ She sighed as Benjamin felt one eyebrow fly up his forehead. “I hope everything works out for you and your wife.” 

The anger that was in her eyes back in the pub when he first told her about how Julia had stood him up was gone completely, replaced by hopeful innocence. She means it. “Thanks,” he tapped his thumb where it rested against the door. “Really, thank you. I… I hope it will too.” 

She pressed her lips together in a tight line before letting them spread into a slight smile, almost as though to keep herself from saying anything else. “Well, goodnight, Benjamin. See ya next time.” 

“See ya next time.” He said the words to the empty room, sighing as he looked around, noting that only one pair of shoes sat near the desk. I hope there won’t be next time. For either of us.

The buzz of his phone where it was buried in the duvet snapped him from the melancholy thought that Jocelyn was waking up just as alone in the same building, and that they probably weren’t the only ones. Uncovering it, he paused before swiping to answer, spending a few seconds looking at the contact photo. In it, he had one arm around her, both of their faces frozen in joy. When was the last time she laughed like that? The photo in question was one from the previous Christmas, and he blinked to clear his mind of the thought that it could have very well been then. He swiped his thumb across the screen to close the picture and answered the call. 

“Good morning, Julia.” He sat up straighter and ran his free hand through his hair again before bringing it back down over his beard. I should shave before she gets here, she likes it shorter. Shaking his head he banished that thought. No. “How did you sleep?” 

“Benjamin?” Her tone sounded exasperated and that uneasy feeling came back to the pit of his stomach. He dropped his hand from his face to his lap and shut his eyes. Yes, who else, you called- “Benjamin? Can you? This reception is horrendous.” 

“Julia? J-” he paused waiting as she continued to mumble about the poor connection. “Julia.” 

She huffed. “Oh, can you hear me now? Listen, I just wanted to let you know that I’m on the train and I’ll be there in about an hour so-” Benjamin sniffed as he listened and that caught her ear. “Benjamin are you still in bed? Are you going to be ready when I get there? If you meet me in the lobby we can get breakfast, just like we planned on doing.” Yes, but we planned on waking up together before that breakfast, you’re the one who- “Hello?” 

“Yes, I’m just waking up now, but-” she scoffed and he bit the inside of his cheek. If she were here we’d both still be asleep but because she changed the plans I have to be on her schedule. “Julia? I’ll let you go since the reception is shite. I’ll meet you in the lobby, don’t worry I won’t be late.” When I say I’m going to be somewhere at a certain time, I follow through.

She’d made some comment about how she hoped that he’d be in a cheerier mood when she arrived and it was all he could do to just wish her a safe trip and end the call. “Everything has to be a fight, doesn’t it?” He posed the question to the unslept-on pillow beside him before swatting it with his fist, the rose from the bed to get into the shower. I definitely need a smoke before she gets here. 

Forty-five minutes later, Benjamin was showered, dressed, and had made a cup of tea from the plug-in machine in the room. He drank it as he looked out the window at the city as it came to life under the Saturday morning sun. He often wondered about the lives of the people he observed at libraries and train stations, and found himself doing the same about the tiny figures moving on the sidewalk below. Were any of them in his shoes this morning? Questioning the strength of their marriage? Or were some of them still heading towards an event that would turn this day into the best of their lives? Had anyone just gotten good news? Or bad? And did they have anyone to share it with? Finishing his tea, he looked into the empty cup and set it down on the desk. Worry about yourself, Greene. 

He shoved his feet into his shoes and grabbed his jacket, checking to be sure that the nearly empty pack of cigarettes and his lighter were still in the pocket. Adding his phone, wallet and key, he left the room and headed for the elevator. As luck would have it, it stopped four times on the way down, cutting into the amount of time he’d have to try to smoke away the nausea he felt. I shouldn’t have to. It seemed as though it was the millionth time he’d had some permutation of that thought in that last 24 hours alone. Eyes on the numbers above the door, he reached into his pocket to retrieve a cigarette, readying it between his lips as the L lit up. The doors opened, and he allowed the others in the car with him to exit first, stepping out as it emptied, and striding for the hotel’s front doors. I can meet her outside, wait for her t-

“Benjamin?” 

He stopped in his tracks at the sound of Joss’ voice before turning to see the woman just a few steps behind him. How is she so chipper this morning? Last night she was… There were no obvious signs that she was paying for her night of excess, and he felt himself smile remembering how he was able to bounce back a decade ago, too. 

“I thought that was you.” She closed the distance with two more steps, long hair swept into a braid and hanging over her shoulder. 

“Jocelyn, hi, good mor-” 

She reached up suddenly and snatched the cigarette straight out of Benjamin’s mouth, his surprise not even giving him time to react. Oh, alright. “I thought you told me last night that you were quitting this shit, Benj.” 

“Benj?” 

Oh, bloody fucking hell. The voice that came from behind him was unmistakably Julia’s, and she was unmistakably off-put by what she had just walked into. Benjamin shut his eyes and cursed again under his breath before turning to face his wife. “Julia, you’re h-” 

“What else did you tell her last night, Benj?” Julia narrowed her eyes and crossed her arms over her chest as she moved closer to where he and Jocelyn were standing. Oh for fuck’s sake. He heard Jocelyn’s gasp beside him. “This who you were with when you told me you were at the pub last night?” She pointed at Jocelyn, her face twisted into an accusatory scowl. Unfuckingbelievable.  

“Julia. I was at the pub last night, like I told you.” He tried to stay calm as he explained, even as he could see that it wouldn’t do any good. “This is Jocelyn, and she was also-” 

“Yes I gathered that she was also at the pub, Benjamin.” She looked the other woman up and down before scoffing and turning to face him. “So this is what you- who you’re attracted to-” 

“Julia, please don’t do this.” He stepped closer to his wife, trying to put a hand on her shoulder but she shook his touch away, instead advancing on Jocelyn. 

“Did he tell you that he’s married? Hmm? Or do you not even care?” She addressed Jocelyn directly even though Benjamin still stood between the two women. Oh that’s it. 

“Julia.” The tone he used was as harsh as he could make his voice, and it bothered even himself to hear it, but it had the intended effect, getting Julia’s attention off of the young, innocent woman she was accusing of terrible things. “We are not going to do this here.” 

Before she could respond, they were both shocked to hear Joss speak up, clearing her throat to speak. Oh, shit, that’s not going to help. “It’s...Julia, right?” Though she’d been stunned at Julia’s treatment of her, she recovered completely, speaking in an even tone. “That’s your name?” Julia just stiffened, straightening her spine and staring at the younger woman who shrugged. “Look, it’s fine if you don’t want to talk to me, but you at least need to listen.” 

Benjamin’s eyes grew double their size as Julia got ready to strike back but Joss was quicker. 

“No, listen. This is important. You need to hear what I have to say, because what you are saying? About Benjamin?” She shook her head. “It’s…” she blew out a breath and Benjamin was thankful that she’d skipped any number of words that she could have used there. “Last night? I was on the shitty end of...of, well a shitty end.” 

Benjamin shifted his weight as he watched the suspicion flicker in his wife’s eyes and heard the truth in Jocelyn’s words. Julia stood silently beside him as a few people milled about around them, coming and going to and from the front desk.

“I’d just gotten dumped in the absolute worst way. And your husband? He was nice to me. That’s all. That’s all he did, all he’s guilty of. He saw that I was having a bad night, and he listened to me.” 

“He listened to you, did he? Did he-” 

“Oh for Christ’s sake, Julia.” Jocelyn’s foot stomped slightly and the anger that he saw in her last night was returning. “Did you know… did he tell you that he had brought you flowers?” 

What? Eyes darting from Julia to Jocelyn, his mouth fell open. I didn’t tell her about the flowers, I…

“Do you know I can’t for the life of me tell you the last time anyone has given me flowers? And I know, I know you truly don’t care about me, but the point is that you’ve got it all wrong here.” She shook her head again and looked over at Benjamin before lifting her shoulders in yet another shrug and turning back to Julia. “I’m just a train station cliche. Just like...like the parents sending their kids off to school for the first time, or the street performers on the platform, or the dramatic romantic reunion straight out of some dumb movie. I’m…” Jocelyn let out a breath, smiling even as watery tears filled the bottom lids of her eyes. “I’m just the jilted tourist, just the unlucky girl who got on a plane and crossed an ocean with stars in her eyes only to end up with…”  The tears finally fell as she dropped her arms, and Benjamin felt his forehead wrinkle, his eyebrows coming together. No one deserves that and she doesn’t… this isn’t her responsibility. 

“Jocelyn, stop, you don’t have to-”  he stepped forward as Julia’s head whipped around to follow him. “You have nothing to-” He could hear Julia scoff, the dry, bitter sound making him wince. I’m not just going to let her fight my battle for me, she owes me nothing, and… he glanced over at the disbelief still etched into his wife’s face. And I’m not going to let that stand either. “Julia, I’ve already told you that nothing-” 

“Benjamin, I wasn’t done.” What? He blinked, twisting to look over at her. She...wants to say all this? He could still feel Julia’s eyes boring into him, but he simply stopped talking, and a second later he saw her shift her attention to the other woman out of the corner of his eye. Joss shook her head and blew out a breath that ruffled her hair, one hand coming up to sweep a stray strand away from the side of her nose and back behind her ear. She pressed her lips together and fixed her eyes on Julia. “Your husband? He’s not a cliche. And I would know, I just got my heart stomped on by one. But him?” She tipped her chin in Benjamin’s direction without looking away from the woman. “He’s not just the unfaithful family man or, or the self important scholar. He’s a genuine person, Julia. And if you can’t see that I feel very sorry for you.” 

“Oh, that is quite enough from you, you-” 

“Julia.” Benjamin reached for her shoulder and was unsurprised to feel her tense up under his touch. His eyes narrowed as she pressed her lips into a thin line. “We’re done here. I don’t-” He shook his head, dropping his hand. “I’m going home. You can...do what you like.” A wounded look surfaced in her eyes, and though he knew he hadn’t done anything to put it there, it still made his stomach twist. This isn’t right. But he was through with letting her hurt always eclipse his own. She had done nothing but hurt him over the last day, and watching her behave this way with Jocelyn only made it worse. That’s not the woman I fell in love with. He was starting to wonder if that woman had ever been completely real. He blinked, eyes darting from Julia to Jocelyn and back again. “But you’re not going to treat this woman like she’s done something to you when the only one you have to blame right now is yourself.” 

That superficial hurt in his wife’s eyes sunk back into their depths as they hardened off and cooled, but she scrunched up her nose and turned away from the younger woman, moving to stand near a large planter to wait for Benjamin. He knew Jocelyn wouldn’t get an apology and that this was as good as it was going to get, and it was embarrassing but it was all that he could ask for. Fine. “Jocelyn?” He turned again in her direction, calling her name just as she was hoisting the straps of her backpack over her shoulders. She looked up then, using the cuff of one sleeve to wipe her face. He didn't quite know what he wanted to say. He was only sorry for the way that Julia had behaved, not for the way that their paths had crossed, and he had decided that he was done apologizing for his wife’s actions. “How...how did you know about the-” 

She gave him a sad smile. “I saw you toss them in the trash before you came upstairs to the pub.” She scratched her hairline with one finger. “I was...I’d gone out to try to call Eddie again and I saw and…well I’m not sure why, but it made me not want to call him. Probably because I’d just seen that there were, that there are better men out there.” 

He swallowed. Damn. “Look, I-” 

She cut him off. “It’s okay, Benjamin.” Nodding, she adjusted her bag. “I uh...I was able to switch some things around with my flights and I’m,” she gave him a laugh that sounded hopeful if not still sad. “I’m off to Amsterdam and Brussels for a few days. Fuck Eddie, right?” 

He had to smile, even after everything. Good for you. “Right.” She’s going to be just fine. 

“Good luck with everything, Benjamin.” She’d given him one last smile, then turned and exited the hotel. 

With Jocelyn gone, Julia felt it was safe to come back over, but Benjamin stopped her from saying anything. “I’m still going home, Julia. If you want to spend time with me this weekend, we can do it there, talking about this, about what’s...about what’s happening with us. Bit I won’t,” he sighed. “I won’t pretend that everything’s fine while we look at knick knacks and talk about books. I think we owe each other more than that.” She blinked at him, her face stony. “I’m going back upstairs to collect my things. If you want to come back with me, you can wait here but if not...I’ll see you at the house, Julia.” 

Though it went against everything he thought he had to do as her husband, he turned and left his wife standing in the lobby, hoping that this was the first attack in the fight to save their marriage, and not one that would cause it to crumble. But I have to do something. He thought of Joss, taking her situation and trying to better it. 

I have to do something to fight for myself or else what’s the point of fighting for us? 

The elevator doors closed. Don’t, Benj. Don’t ask questions that you don’t want the answers to. Don’t think, just try.

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Hell and Back Pt. 2

Peter Parker x bisexual!reader

Peter Parker x fem!reader

Peter Parker x black!reader 

Peter Parker x villain!reader 

Warnings: Language, hospital mentions, mentions of drug abuse, allusions to suicide, allusion to self harm, self deprecating thoughts, a gun, mentions of knives, mentions of the dead, anxiety, signs of abuse, abusive and toxic relationships, and fainting.

Word Count: 6.1k 

Songs: Pleaser-Wallows, 505-Artic Monkeys, Sweater Weather- The Neighborhood, Daddy Issues- The Neighborhood, Paper Planes- M.I.A, We come running- Youngblood Hawke, Young dumb and broke- Khalid, Do I wanna know- Artic Monkeys, Break the Rules- Charli XCX

“I smiled, I know as much as we get into petty arguments or try to annoy each other on purpose but I’d go to hell and back for those girls. And that’s exactly what I was going to do.” 

A/N: There might be some typos and grammatical errors sorry for those, I you want to be added to the Taglist just message me about or comment it. I’ll have a google form for it soon. 

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When I saw my little sisters, that all went away. Sure I still called them a lot but nothing could compare to actually seeing them in person. Sapphire launched herself into my arms and I stumbled back a bit.

“I missed you too,” I said.

I hugged Aaliyah too. When I entered the apartment I heard voices. My dad’s and some feminine voice. 

I walked in to find some woman who couldn't be older than 25 in my kitchen. Talking and laughing with my dad. I didn’t want to assume anything or start a scene so I just went into my room to catch up with my sisters. 

We were talking about some kid who gave me a DMT pen once and I was tripping balls which I probably shouldn’t be talking about, but I want them to feel comfortable enough to come to me. Makes it easier to keep them safe. 

Our dad opened the door and hung in the doorway.

“Hey… Y/N do you mind coming here for a sec?”

“Yeah sure…” 

I stepped out of the room. 

“Is something wrong?” It wasn’t often that he initiated a conversation that would end positively.

“No,no, not at all, I just want you to meet someone,” 

When I entered the kitchen the same woman from before was still there. My dad walked over to her and wrapped his arm around her shoulders. 

“This is my girlfriend, Camilla” 

I knew it . I knew it! I was trying not to be hostile toward her every problem I had was towards my dad so I smiled and waved to her.

“Camilla this is Y/N,” he pointed to me. 

“Well I’ll let y’all get acquainted,” He said before leaving the room.

I sat on the kitchen island and waited for her to say something first. 

“Look, I would just like to put it out there that I’m not trying to replace your mom in anyway.”

“Thanks I appreciate it,” 

“Also, are you okay now?” She asked in a low voice.

“Huh?” I questioned.

“Your dad said you ran away,” Of course he did “and I saw the news with your school at the Washington Monument.” So I guess she knew more about me then expected. Not surprised she was the one to ask me and not my so called dad.  

“Thanks for your concern but I’m fine, and sorry to cut this conversation short but I’m drained.” 

“Oh, okay, have a nice night,” 

“You, too,” 

I didn’t have time to think about anything. I just made it back to my room and face planted onto my bed. My whole being was sore including my brain. I didn’t have the energy to change my clothes, to shower, to think about my dad being a pathological liar or anything else that happened today.

I was awoken by my dad. I didn't know how long I slept but the sun was out. I can’t remember the last time I was able to sleep while the sun was up. 

“Hey we’re going out, for family bonding and I want you there with us,”

Family.

We ain’t ever been a family before why start now. Is what I really wanted to say but I sucked it up because again I hadn’t seen my sisters in a while. 

The movie was really boring. If we’re being honest. 

I pulled Aaliyah and Sapphire aside as my dad and Camilla were deep in conversation. 

“You know how I was staying at Wade’s house right?” 

They both nodded.

“What did dad tell you about this,” 

Sapphire just shrugged and Aaliyah was the one to post.

“I dunno he didn’t say much like usual he just kinda said you just left,” 

I felt my jaw tightening as I processed her words, my fist clenching by my side. 

“Oh, oh okay,” I breathed in through my nose and out through my mouth a couple times “Well I just want you to know I’d never leave y’all without a very good reason, and I never won’t come back,” 

By the time we got back to the house it was around twelve since we watched another movie and went to a restaurant. Then got ice cream. This is the most money my dad could’ve possibly spent on me in a long time. I mean he didn’t because I didn’t get anything and bought my own ticket. I didn’t want him to be able to use the fact he bought me stuff against me. I’d gotten tired of the “after I’ll I’ve done for you,” excuse. 

I couldn’t sleep. No matter what I tried I couldn’t sleep. I tried NyQuil, melatonin, and even tea. The tea really did more harm than good. 

This was an extremely stupid thing to do so don’t follow my lead but I was bored. 

I grabbed a lot of useless shit from the floor of my room and made my way to the roof. I poured hand sanitizer on it and set it on fire. Putting aside the fact that it was really weird the fire was oddly beautiful. I sat there watching it for a minute before stomping it out. 

I was going to text my friend Carmen but I realized she was supposed to be asleep and I didn’t want to get her in trouble. 

I ended up scrolling through Zillow for a while then that turned into me applying for like four jobs. In which turned into me making spamming multiple friends saying we needed to hang out.

While I was on Zillow there was a relatively cheap apartment in Queens. Which was close to my school. It kept drawing me in for some reason. I bookmarked the tab.

Before I knew it the sun was up. I figured if I couldn’t sleep I would go on a walk to the park. 

When I got back to the complex everyone was still asleep except my dad who walked outside like he was waiting on me. He grabbed my arm, squeezing it tightly. 

He basically told me I looked like a prostitute. I was running so my sports bra and leggings were actually pretty appropriate. He said that I was probably going out to fuck people and that’s where I always was. I opened my mouth to defend myself.

“Actually I was just going to the-“ I was cut off by a sharp sting on my cheek. 

He fucking slapped me. Hard at that. He then grabbed my arm even tighter than before dragging me into the house.

 I don’t know what hurt worse my face or that fact that I wouldn’t be able to blame him being drunk on all the times he’d hit me before. He was just an ass.

  By the time I made it back to my room it felt like my body was burning itself from the inside out. My face was red and so was my arm from my elbow to almost my wrist. To try to cool myself down I took a cold shower and took some Tylenol. 

I still couldn’t sleep but tonight it was because it was so hot. I really needed a fan in my room. It was already 6 so I just decided to get a head start at the school. Not without taking pictures of my bruises before covering them with green concealer and foundation. I wore a hoodie for good measure. 

I felt dizzy and decided it was probably best not to skate at the moment and I’m 90% sure I fell asleep on the subway.  Apparently we had an art project due which I had no idea existed in the first place so I wasn’t going to that class today. Even though I did truly love Ms. Kramer. I was just gonna skip and go to Bri’s class. Which just happened to be chemistry. 

I wasn’t surprised Mr. Cobwell asked no question when I walked in. I ate lunch in his class a couple times, he was chill. He continued on talking about Quantum Theory. 

I made Flash move from his seat next to Bri which he immediately did. I guess he was scared of me now. 

“Hey,” I said, placing my non bruised side of my face on the desk.

“Hey,” She whispered back. “What class are you supposed to be in?” 

“Art,” 

“Why are you there? You love art,” 

“I’m not feeling it today,” 

“Alright,” she nodded.

“Lemme use your AirPods,” 

She reached into her bag handing them over going back to taking notes. That didn’t last long.

“What ya watching?” She asked.

“Bad Girls Club,” I smiled knowing she liked this show. 

“What season?” 

“7,” I whispered because now I felt too weak to waste my energy on speaking. I placed the phone on my lap and she took the other AirPod and before I knew I class was over with Tasha throwing trash everywhere.

I figured I was feeling sick because my blood sugar was low or something so I drank some Apple juice at lunch and called it a day.

Now time for Physics. I hate physics. Why would science ever require so much math? 

It was so hot. Like on the face of the sun, hot but I couldn’t take my hoodie off because I felt like I’d sweat my foundation off. 

“Are you okay?” Peter asked me “You look pale,” I swear if he doesn’t learn to mind his business.

“I’m fine,” I told him, not sure if I was trying to convince him or myself, I gestured to his notebook. “Do your work,” 

“Alright fine,” he said reluctantly, glancing at me once before getting back to writing whatever we were supposed to be doing down.

 I pulled my hoodie back over my head and sat up in my seat about to try to do my work again. But it was so hot and I was so dizzy that I couldn’t focus.

The world began to swirl and I knew the switch in my brain was going to flip off. I just didn’t have time or enough energy to tell anyone. 

When I woke up I was in a bed in the nurse's office and the first thing I noticed was I didn’t have my hoodie. Shit. I used to make fun of people for passing out because how does your own body clock out on you? Until it started happening to me like last year. 

I went into the bathroom and sure enough the giant bruise on my cheek and arm were kinda visible. 

Again shit.

I patted my forehead with a cold paper towel because the nurse’s bathroom actually had paper towels unlike all the others, before the nurse came back. 

“Hello, Are you feeling okay?” 

I nodded. She smiled down at me before giving me water and checking my temperature. 

“You have a fever,” she said after looking down at the thermometer “We called dad to come and pick you up but we got no answer. Is there anyone else that can come and take you?” 

I shook my head, not trusting my voice. 

I drank some more of the water before speaking up. 

“I have a friend who’s at this school she could maybe drop me off?” 

“I’m not sure if that’s allowed,” she said. 

“You know what? Go back to class, get your friend and come right back.”

I pushed off the bed and headed out of the nurses office surprised to find Peter sitting on the bench outside it. 

“Are you okay?” He asked me again 

“Yes I’m okay” I nodded. Apparently I wasn’t as okay as I thought because I almost tripped over my leg trying to move. But Peter immediately reached his hand out to stabilize me. And I don’t know why that made me as angry as it was but I said “I don’t need you to help,” harsher than I need to. 

“Sorry,” I said calmly almost immediately after. 

“It’s okay,” He said scratching the back of his neck.

“If you don’t mind me asking where’d these bruises come from,” 

“I fell,” was all I said. He looked skeptical but that was all he was going to get, I didn’t need CPS all up in my business. That’s also payback for him lying to me about “cat scratches”. 

“Can you do me a favor?” I asked.

“Yeah, anything,” he said. 

“Can you go get Briana from Mr. Dell’s class for me?” 

“Yeah I’ll be right back,” he said before sprinting down the hallway. I giggled at his giddiness. It was still extremely hot everywhere my body was tingling. 

Bri ran towards me 

“Oh my god are you okay,” 

“I’m fine, I just need you to talk to the nurse with me real quick,” 

She apparently didn’t have her car with her today so she was a no go. 

“I’m sorry girl,” she said, pulling me into a hug. 

“It’s okay, go back to class now,” I said.

“Alright feel better,”

I walked back out of the office to find none other than Peter still waiting there.

“So what happened?” He asked.

“Looks like I’m walking home,” I smiled sarcastically. “Yay,”

“I can walk you home,”

“No, thank you” 

“I insist,” I laughed again 

“I still think that word is funny,” I said.

“Okay, now let me walk you home,” 

We were walking in no general direction. No one but MJ and Bri know my address and  I’d like  to keep it that way. 

“Wait, you need food,” He claimed.

We ended up at this place called Delmar’s Deli. I’d passed it a couple times while walking home and during my less legal “hobby”. I really wasn’t hungry at all. I took all of like two bites from my sandwich claiming I’d take it to go before throwing it away. It wasn’t bad, it was quite good, actually I just wasn’t hungry. 

“My aunt is a nurse at an emergency room, she can check you out,” I hate anything that's anything like a hospital at all brings terrible memories, but I didn’t want him to know where I lived so I agreed. I’d ditch him then.  

It took us a while to get there but by the time we did I had to stop and catch my breath. He offered to walk me home and got me food. What a Spiderman thing to do. I’d say I had much solid proof to go on by now.  

“Peter!” The gorgeous brunette woman came over to the waiting room “What are you doing here don’t you have school?” 

“Yeah but my friend-“ When her eyes ghosted over to my face she cut herself off. “Oh my God are you okay,” she referred to my bruises “What happened to you?” 

“Did Flash do this to her?” She asked Peter and I had to stifle a laugh at that. I wish he would try to lay a finger on me. 

“No, she just told me she fell, we’re here cause she fainted and I don’t know if the school nurse is very capable of actually helping,” 

Is this a new thing Peter just decides to randomly worry about me for no good reason and forces me into taking care of myself. Because I hate it. 

“Oh, ok,” She nodded her head. “Grab one of those questionnaires over there,” She pointed to the sign in table. “Are your parents going to come too?” She asked and I shook my head. 

She and Peter moved over to the side and started talking about something I had no interest in. I grabbed the questionnaire and sat on the edge of the closest seat.  

1. What’s your age?

That’s easy 15.

2. Specify your race 

African American of course.

3. Select your highest level of education

Some high school

4. What’s your marital status? 

Single never married. Unless you count that un-ordained wedding I once had.

5. Specify your employment status

A student. 

6. Have you ever been treated in an emergency room (specify age)? 

Yes, as a child. 

7. Have you ever been rushed to the hospital? If yes, do you remember why?

Okay wow. Yes. 

I sat on the cold bathroom floor, vision blurry from tears forming in my eyes. 

“Y/N, you okay in there?” I heard my brother ask after lightly rapping his fingers on the door. 

“Yeah, I’m okay!” 

No I wasn’t. I wasn’t okay at all. In fact I was the farthest thing from okay. I glanced down at my thighs, you could see cuts from the night before and scars peeking out from underneath my shorts. I was sobbing at this point. 

“I’m so sorry,” I whispered. I wasn’t sure if it was for myself or to everyone I knew I’d hurt by this. I already had the headache. I was just waiting for the rest of the pills to kick in. 

I was holding onto the sink for support when the left side of my body started to feel tingly. The whole situation felt hazy. I was shaking hard before I fell, taking almost everything on the sink with me. 

My head hit the bathmat and I could feel my heart slowing and hear my breath become shallow. I heard the doorknob jingle and that was the last thing before a feeling of true bliss and peace took over my body. 

I could hear screams and sirens and I knew I was in an ambulance. Slowly I awoke with wires all over my body and an IV in my wrist. My limbs were dead weight, I couldn’t move. 

A single tear fell from my eye alerting me off my surroundings. I quickly came back to myself. I made up the excuse of a family emergency and left.

I ended up halfway across the city. Then in Brooklyn visiting a friend. 

I knocked on the window of Aaron’s apartment. I could see Miles sitting on the couch.

“How’ve things been over here?” I asked once I was settled on the couch as well. 

“Uh, pretty tame, and you?” 

“There was that whole elevator stunt and I almost fucking died which was fun.” 

“Forgot you never take anything seriously,” He rolled his eyes. 

I laughed in response “Well one of us has got to be fun for us since it’s clearly not you,” 

“In celebration of me not dying I’m making sundaes,” 

“Alright,” He said leaning back on the couch. 

“Hey uh, When’s Aaron coming back?” I asked, getting the whipped cream out of the fridge.

“I’m not sure,” 

This is actually like really fucking dangerous. Like it could kill me. It’s just I was already in pain and had a headache. I also wasn’t thinking. I’d already made the sundaes. I turned around so Miles couldn’t see what I was doing before I- Okay I’m not going to do this. Get it together God you’re acting like an addict. The amount of people who’ve died from inhalants were insane. There it is again death. 

“Drawn anything new lately?” I asked, wanting to get my mind off of the topic of death that seemed to be plaguing my brain lately.  

“Some small sketches,”

I got the text that’d I been waiting for. I’d been talking to Aaron for the past few days. I’m not sure how Miles would feel about that. So I haven’t said anything. 

But I got the text. 

Staten Island Ferry 3pm

I immediately popped up from the couch.

“I have to go like right now, it’s an emergency,” 

I sprinted towards the door almost running into the punching bag in front of me. 

“Y/N-“ 

It’d been a week and things were looking up. I had a great day yesterday without the use of any drug. But nothing good ever lasts too long. I didn’t have to worry about that now. What I needed to worry about, was getting Peter to stop falling on his ass. 

I tried not to laugh at him and failed. 

“It’s not funny,” he said, pulling me down with him as I reached out to pull him up. Soon he was laughing too. 

I felt a vibration in my pocket and saw that Aaron texted me. 

hey the results from the search came in.

what???? don’t play with me I’m on my way right now. 

“Uh hey I gotta go sorry,” 

“No it’s fine I probably should get home too,” He pushed off the ground reaching down for me. 

“Do you wanna do this again tomorrow?” He asked a hopeful glint in his eye once we were both on our feet.

“Yeah sounds nice,” I smiled.

“Okay,” He nodded.

“Okay,” I echoed heading off. 

Ned was being fucking stupid.

“NO!” I slammed my hands down on the table “You don’t stab anyone especially if you plan on using bleach to clean up the blood. At least use vinegar and lemon,”

“Okay, jeez,” he said reeling back, “How would you do it then?” 

Before I could say anything MJ spoke up

“You could just use a needle full of air in between their toes, Their heart would fail” 

“Orrr,” I said spinning around on top of the table towards Ned. “You could overdose them on potassium and by the time the police get there the potassium in their blood is back at a normal level,” 

“Yeah that works too,” MJ stated going back to whatever she was drawing.

“You guys scare me,” Ned muttered making me smile. 

“Where’s Peter?” I asked and Ned pointed across the room. 

There he was sitting by Liz. It was cute I knew about his little crush on her. I’m sure the whole school did. Glad it’s working out for him. However that did not stop the pain in my stomach. 

I got up from the table because suddenly I did not want to be at school anymore. 

“Where are you going?” MJ looked up at me.

I shrugged. In all honesty I had no I idea where I was going. Somehow I always end up at Wade’s house when I don’t know where I want to go. He wasn’t home but I had a key. I can’t remember if he gave it to me or I stole if we're being honest. 

Clearly I hadn’t passed by a mirror in a while because damn. I look terrible. 

My eyes were red and circled with a dark hue from lack of sleep. I still had a yellowing bruise on my cheek. I was pale. I looked to be on the verge of death. 

I looked frail, like at any second I’d just fall apart. 

It was so unfair. My bones dragged down my body. The pieces of my soul that were mined out and removed from my mind. There’s a hole leaving me forever longing and I cannot fill nor feel. Hiraeth, a beautiful word for a ugly feeling. longing for a home that I never truly had, a home in which I’d never return. I would like to drift to where my spirit lies. It’s in the eyes of you and me and everyone in between. Drifting on a small boat in the sea. Viridian. Yes! That's the place I would like to be, that's where my soul lies yes you see.

 I kept punching his punching bag over and over again. Until I was on my back on the floor begging my lungs to allow air into them with Time (Is) by Solange playing on loop. Something put it into my head that I had to kill Vulture. I’d never directly killed anyone but that was gonna change. Having people killed or knowing someone was going to kill someone and not doing anything about isn’t killing anyone in my book, but I’m sure it would be in Spidey’s

That’s literally Liz’s dad though…

Okay maybe I’d just get him locked up. Great now I gotta be a snitch. That’s new. I showered not even caring about my hair now my curls were sticking to my face. I was freezing now though. I didn’t know whether to be glad that my body wasn’t on fire anymore or be upset that I was covered in goosebumps. 

Wade’s laptop was sitting right there on his bed. I was only taking a shower but, I think I should be allowed to watch Netflix and he wouldn’t mind, I was already on his account anways. 

After like 3 episodes into this random show there was a folder that was calling to me for some reason. 

It’d be okay to take a sneak peek. I thought to myself. 

I clicked on it and it was locked. I guessed the password in like three tries. He’s really gotta up his password game. It opened to multiple folders, one with my mom's name. Okay I had to click this then. 

I opened it which opened to more folders one titled ‘In Case of My Death’. 

Okay, okay cool my mother has had a video of what to do all if she died all along. This would’ve come in handy five years ago. 

There were three videos with the names of myself and my sisters. I clicked on mine then paused it. 

Then unpaused it again. 

I couldn’t do it. Okay, yes I could. I played it again. As soon as I heard the beginning of the word “hi”. I shut the computer off. I couldn’t do this. Couldn't do it because I was weak, I couldn’t handle myself. I was stupid and weak and a fucking disappointment. Guess my dad had been right all these years. I knew there was always some truth to the words he spoke only a matter of time until I started acknowledging it. 

I don’t remember coming home to the apartment. And I definitely don’t remember writing all over the walls of my dad’s room. But I had a marker in my hands and it looked like a toddler had gone to town. 

Holy Shit 

He was actually going to murder me, in cold fucking blood.  I trashed, the living room area, his room, and then mine. I was not coming home tonight. Looks like I’d need to find a new home now. At this point that sounded like a pretty solid plan. 

I text my sisters a quick text ‘stay at grandma’s house tonight dad is going to pissed like Super Sayian mode’ before grabbing my go-bag which was: a bag of the essentials, like hygiene a couple shirts, shorts, hoodies, pants, and of course the flash drive can't forget the flash drive. 

The flash drive that’s driving me crazy. I’d yet to open it though.  I knew I was crazy because I did all this while fucking sobbing.

I wandered around for hours. Making my way to Brooklyn, Manhattan, Harlem, AND actual New York City.  

Somehow I still ended up at Olivia’s door at the end of the day. I honestly believe we were soulmates. Most people don’t know you get many soulmates in a lifetime. I think Olivia and I would be the karmic kind. A karmic relationship is meant to help you grow, but it is never meant to last—it's often playing out a bad experience from a past life. I’m guessing I hadn’t grown yet because here I was.

She opened the door after a second. I’m surprised she did because I used our special knock so I knew she knew it was me. 

“I can’t fucking do this anymore,” I screamed in her face. 

“You're the one going off and being secretive and shit, like you’re scared I’m gonna hurt you or something,” she yelled walking up the stairs. 

I followed after her, 

“Maybe you would hurt me. I don’t know you are insane,” I said, tears brimming my eyes. 

“Just because you have fucking daddy issues, doesn’t mean you have to carrying them into every part of your life,” 

“I have daddy issues?” I screamed soon turning into me choking on a laugh making an unhinged noise “Oh, I have fucking daddy issues, now? Oh, okay,” I nodded. 

“Your parents didn’t even fucking want you,” I pointed at her. “At least my mom stuck around before she died,” 

“You’re an asshole, you know that?” 

“Yeah well right back at you,” 

“You’re fucking psychotic! Literally you’re so much like your dad and you don’t even know it, You’re trying to please him and he doesn’t give two shits about you, Wake up Y/N! Wake up.” 

“I’m hard on you because I love you so much,” She claimed, but her love was suffocating. 

“Oh yeah? I asked “Well i don’t know how much more of this ’love’ I can take,” 

“Fine then,” She screamed. 

“Fine,” I said before she slammed the door in my face leaving me standing out in the cold crying. 

That wasn’t even the worse we’d said to each other. It was the first but not the last time we’d break up either. I do believe we loved each other though in our own twisted way. Well at least I know I loved her. 

“Hey,” She said softly as she could sense I was due to break at any second. My cheeks were probably tear stained. 

“Hey,” I whispered back. 

“Are you okay?” She asked. 

“No,” I shook my head. One thing I liked about her is I didn’t have to fake it around her, because masking my real emotions was so draining. At least I didn’t have to do it with everyone. 

“Wanna talk about it?” 

“No,” 

“Okay,” she said softly “My parents aren’t home, so you don’t have to worry about them,” not surprised. 

I nodded before she grabbed my hand bringing me inside.

“I missed you,” she said stroking my hair as I laid on her bed, my head in her lap. 

“I missed you too,” I wasn’t lying my head drifted to her from time to time. It wasn’t that I wanted to get back together I just missed her presence.  

She smiled sadly at me running her finger over the bags on my eyes. 

“Heavy is the head that wears the crown,” She quotes.

“Yeah well, ’m not queen or princess and definitely don’t have a crown, so we don’t gotta worry ‘bout me,” I said. 

“You’re a princess to me,” I gave a genuine yet tired smile at that.

“You can go to sleep, it’s okay,” She said.

That was the first time I was actually able to fall asleep and without medicine or having to go on a walk or do anything really. 

I woke up in the bed alone only to find Olivia sitting at her kitchen island eating spaghetti. 

She smiled when she saw me coming into view. 

“Sleep well?” She asked.

“Yeah surprisingly,” How long had I been asleep for I wondered.

“It’s 10 pm,” She said, still being able to read me. 

I made my way over to her and sat across her.

“So what’s really going on with you miss Y/N?” She questioned. 

I shrugged “I don’t know, nothing,”

“Are you trying to convince me or yourself? Cause I’m not buying,” 

I explained to her how my dad was being weird and how I wanted to move out now. How I had pretty much vandalized the house. How I found the video of my mom. Just everything. Well maybe not everything I didn’t tell her about Vulture because I feel like she’d try to do something and I didn’t want her to get hurt. 

“Oh wow, damn... holy shit. Are you gonna watch your moms video?” She asked. Huh I hadn’t thought about that.

“I mean of course I will, yeah,” I nodded “Probably, I don’t know I’m scared,”  

“Wouldn’t you rather just push the fear back and watch then wonder the rest of your life what it says.” 

I sighed. Can't argue with that logic.

“I’m assuming you came here because you need a place to stay?” She said. 

“Yes, I need a place to stay just for a while but I don’t want it to seem like I’m just using you I can find somewhere else,” 

“Now it’s fine stay as long as you need but my dad gets back at the end of the month and we both know he doesn’t like you,” She chuckled at the last sentence and I laughed too. 

I was on the ferry heading towards Staten Island now. I knew the sale was for these weird alien shits but that's pretty much all I knew. I figured I’d sort of “out bid” the buyers then get rid of everything. By outbid I mean straight up steal. Some guy in a white pickup truck is officially my target. Thorn was still on hiatus. Meaning no knives unless you count the pocket knife I always had on me, no suit. I did have a trejo though, you know just in case. I couldn’t help my mind from drifting to Pop Smoke’s “I got it on me”. I let out a small laugh.  

I was hiding behind some car waiting for a crack in the plan to slip in. 

That was until Spiderman showed up. It’s like he had a sixth sense to ruin all of my plans. 

Shit 

Well abort mission. Just as I started walking around to get to the side of the boat. The van I was next to had Vulture literally coming out of it. I knew it’d looked familiar. 

I made it up to the top deck looking down on everything unfolding. So a quick rundown,  the FBI was here, meaning Tony Stark or someone with government clearance probably did something because I highly doubt that Spiderman, the Spiderman that I’ve seen hit a window like a bird while swinging, had any government clearance. 

See now I was looking to find a good time to make my escape. That was until that purple alien shit started spewing stuff beams of light through the ship. And fuck, I look away for one second and the new Shocker guy was gone. I turned around and saw he was running in another direction. I chased after him the rubber of my sneakers squeaking on the deck. 

I jumped down onto Shocker’s back sending us both to the floor before he pushed me off. I was definitely going to be sore tomorrow and I’m pretty sure I heard something pull in my leg. 

He jumped off onto the Vulture and I knew I couldn’t do anything anymore. Not like I was just going to shoot them down in public. I saw the light shooting down the middle of the ferry. I was gonna make a run for it but the loud squeal noise was so loud I fell over. Soon I was slung back into what I think was a bench not entirely sure I just knew it hurt like a bitch. 

I’m pretty sure I feel unconscious for like 30 seconds. 

But that was enough because the boat had already split in half and I couldn’t get to the deck or a lifeboat. However Spider-Man was frantically trying to get it together. 

I was trying to be hopeful because everything was looking up, as the parts of the ship got closer together but I think we all know the saying ‘what goes up must come down’ 

Over the ringing in my head I could assume that things were fixed because people were cheering. One thing that comes from cheering is movement and if I learned anything from the elevator it’s that moving in a very unstable metal death box is not a good idea. 

The ship was falling apart again until it wasn’t. It was pushed back together by I could only assume would be our government clearance guy Tony Stark. I looked out the window and yep there he was. 

As soon as I got on solid ground I called my sisters.

“Hiii!” I exclaimed. “Where are you, are you okay?” 

“Yes we’re fine, and where at grandma’s house like you told us to go to where else would we be,” I could almost hear the eye roll in Liyah’s voice. 

“Okay little Miss attitude stay there until I can feel everything out with dad,” 

“Alright,” 

“Okay I love you guys,” I said, getting a small “love you too” from Sapphire. 

“I know,” was the response I got from Liyah. I almost gasped the audacity of this child. 

“Say it back,” 

“Say it back,” She mocked, evoking laughter from both sides of the call. 

“Okay love you too byeeee,” She said hanging up. 

I smiled, I know as much as we get into petty arguments or try to annoy each other on purpose but I’d go to hell and back for those girls. And that’s exactly what I was going to do.

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