#specially because I saw her helping a couple of classmates

[reginrokkr]

Today I officially finished the finals and with it, classes until September save for next Tuesday that I have to go for an hour for a internship talk. I'll go rest a bit to calm this headache of mine and I will start to tackle down things I owe here.

[gatitties]

War & crack II

—Task Force 141 x young!reader

—Summary: more headcanons with your team as you being chaotic

—Warnings: none

Part One / Halloween special

yeah, I didn't finish my brainstorm and I bring more things from this sudden idea 🫣

─ Listen, you have a lot of problems.

─ And we are not talking about your jokes about death biting your ass anymore.

─ Price's going to go bald before he retires, how the hell are you still alive today? It is a mystery to them.

─ Everyone noticed during a mission where they had to stay in a safe house for a few weeks that you had the same concentration as a fly, empty thoughts behind your eyes lost in a distant point of reality.

─ You looked like another person when you were a simple civilian, Gaz had to pull you so you wouldn't get run over a couple of times for not looking at the traffic lights.

─ Price needs to put on videos of crunchy slime or Subway Surfers so you could hear what he was saying, (Soap won't admit that it also helps him focus).

─ They discovered that you can sleep in any position, seriously, whether it's standing up, in the bathtub, your body bent in an unusual way, now they understand why you complain so much about back pain.

─ Everyone looks in silence when they give you little impulses to do stupid things, like, last time you were walking to see the area and you found a woman walking her dog, you asked her if you could pet it and when she said yes you pet the woman instead of the dog, Ghost dragged you away murmuring an apology.

─ The following days they decided that you would stay at home, they simply fed your stupidity, every time they arrived you received them with the phrase 'where have you been, loca?' while playing a wolf howl in the background.

─ Luckily it was time to return to the base, during the trip you were listening to music, despite having your headphones you had the volume so high that everyone could hear it, Soap stuck to you because he liked what you were listening, the others decided to drown out the noise with some light talk.

─ Once you returned to the base you relaxed, returning to your working state, you focused again, which relieved all.

─ One day they decided that you needed a nickname since everyone had it except you, so they began to investigate your record as a cadet and even your years in the military school.

─ You kicked and fought because you were something else a while ago, but it was inevitable to find an old report where it said that you were violent with some classmates.

─ And in your anger for probably some nonsense, you ended up biting the ankles of a guy, or a group of guys, or even one of your lieutenants...

─ Soap and Gaz cried with laughter because there was a video of what was evidenced and you looked like a rabid chihuahua attacking its worst enemy.

─ Nibbles, at least it was temporary because you didn't entirely agree with the nickname.

— Since you were now known like that, you went from friendly punches to friendly bites.

─ Once you got kidnapped and you returned to the base the next day because your captors couldn't stand having you sing old Justin Bieber songs or listening to you talk about all your obsessions, they tried to cover your mouth but you just kept making too much noise, the information was not worth it.

─ You arrived in the middle of the meeting they had to prepare the rescue, having the courage to enter the room asking who they were trying to rescuing.

─ Price casually replied that they were looking for you until he did a double take, realizing you were there.

─ You were buried in a mass of muscles after the realization.

─ When you're depressed at random times (because you don't understand how your brain works and you feel bad out of nowhere), everyone will quickly notice, like even though you're not the most talkative person all the time, you usually drop some stupid comment, but on your bad days you are simply a piece of flesh and bones that walks without knowing where it's going.

─ The first time they saw you like this they tried to do something to cheer you up, Price gave you a few days off hoping your mood wasn't due to work overload, he even wrote some of your reports.

─ Soap bought stickers and decorations to your liking to decorate your prosthesis, he also told you that he could draw you a design to have your personalized arm.

─ Gaz tried to talk to you but you just didn't want to open your mouth, he chose to just keep you silent company, maybe you hug him, you need a little physical support.

─ Ghost will leave objects scattered around knowing that you would find them, knowing that they were things that you liked or had been looking for (because the poor guy always has to pick up what you forget around the common room).

— Nothing seemed to work until a stray kitten snuck in and lit up your face, so the easy answer was any baby animal would brighten your day, it was free therapy.

— You once dyed the boys' clothes pink by accident, but at least you told them that now they could go see Barbie with you.

— You promised you'd take them to see Oppenheimer, and that's why they agreed.

— You created a group chat just to send shitpost and teach them the meme path.

— Price just leaves it on seen, Ghost has the group muted, Gaz answers from time to time and Soap is the most active, he learns fast about today's shitpost.

— You really resist the urge to trim Price's beard to make it heart-shaped.

— You use the radio to sing parts of songs when you take too long to jump into action, Price scolds you for it.

— You complain that he seems constantly in a bad mood and you open a profile for him on every dating app you know, even on Grindr.

— You found Ghost's profile browsing Tinder and Soap's profile on Grindr... you decided to use it as a weapon in case you needed any favors.

— Gaz caught you red-handed, but you made a deal and he wouldn't say anything if he can profit from the manipulation.

— You hide it like you're hiding war crimes.

— Why does Price have so many likes from single moms?

[ladykailitha]

Paper Hearts Part 8

Here we go! The end! This is not the last foray into this little 'verse however! There will be a sequel called Sweet Surrender. It will chronicle their first date, their first time (so it will be mature), and senior prom. Look for that starting next week.

Still not sure about WIP Wednesday tomorrow, but I'll keep you posted.

Steve gets to see one of the recipients of his pinks hearts, Eddie spirals a bit, and true love prevails. As it should.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7

****

Steve was finally able to witness one of his anonymous hearts being received on Tuesday. Last week all the hearts had been shoved into people’s lockers, accidentally following the lead of Steve’s admirers. He strongly suspected Chrissy was the reason for that.

But in the three days leading up to Valentine’s day, the hearts were being passed out in classes. Something teachers strongly objected to but students loved.

He was in his geometry class, trying not scratch out his own eyeballs from the sheer monotony of all the numbers starting to blur together, when Chrissy and another junior cheerleader came into the class, but as it was merely quiet student time and that he wasn’t actively teaching, there was nothing the teacher could do but silently stew.

They started listing off the names of the students who had gotten pink hearts alphabetically. Steve wasn’t surprised when he got a small stack again. Most of them were from Frodo, Merry, Pippin, and Sam. The first name was weird, but others seemed fairly normal. And of course, one from Kas.

He looked around and saw that some kids were snickering because they were getting to the later half of the alphabet and Joni Quincy. She was little fatter then her classmates but in no way overweight. But that didn’t stop people from mocking her. The fact that she braces didn’t help either.

“Joni Quincy!” Chrissy said, clearly.

The class got so quiet you could hear her sharp gasp.

“Are you sure it’s for me?” she asked shyly, like she was expecting to be pranked or tricked.

Chrissy shook her bright ponytail. She came over to the girl’s desk and handed her the heart. It was only the one, but Steve could tell it made all the difference. She smiled brightly and laughed.

“That’s sweet!” Nicole said over her shoulder. “Anonymous. But it’s still cool someone thought of you.”

The rest of the class went well until afterwards when one of the members of the football team grabbed out of her hand.

“You shouldn’t send notes yourself,” he sneered, holding it above her head so she couldn’t get back.

“I didn’t!” she cried.

Steve stood up and swiped it out of the dude’s hand. “Leave her alone. The point of the friendship hearts are for stuff like this. Knock it off.” He turned and glared at the teacher.

The teacher stared back at Steve for a moment and then sighed.

“Mr. Olsen, please refrain harassing your fellow students.”

The kid just shrugged and stormed out of the class. Steve handed it back to her.

“It is a sweet message,” he said with a smile.

-Joni

Braces may suck right now,

But the smile you’ll get in end

Will be worth it, so don’t hide your smile

A Former Braces Wearer

She returned his smile widely, showing off the braces. “It is. It was nice to get a heart.”

Steve just nodded and then gathered up his stuff to go. He could feel the warm glow in his chest expand as he watched her talk with one of the other girls in the class about the heart.

It felt good.

****

All week long, Eddie watched Steve get the pink hearts and brighten every time. They had a couple of classes together and he always lit up when the hearts arrived.

Sometimes, he would catch him looking disappointed, but by the end of the day that kilowatt smile would be back on.

He couldn’t figure out the cause. There never seemed to be a rhyme or reason for the change in mood.

So he asked one of the Hellfire Club members that had classes with Steve to see if she noticed a difference.

“Maybe it’s your special hearts,” she said with a grin.

Eddie rolled his eyes. “No, it’s not. Come on, at least take this seriously. Oh! Maybe he’s getting them from Nancy!”

“Why would he even want pink hearts from her?”Janice said cocking her head the side in confusion. “Like he was madly in love with the girl and it’s pretty damn clear that whatever went on that week in November, it really crushed the guy. I’d think he’d be disappointed getting one from her rather than not getting one from her until it appears later in the day.”

He frowned. But that had to be it. There was no way that Steve was interested in his hearts. Maybe he just liked the color change and that’s what it was. Because there was no way he was interested in the heart giver unless he thought that it was a girl’s name. Kas could be short for Kassie after all.

Janice grabbed his shoulders and shook him. “You are spiraling and it’s a little freaky, stop.”

Eddie head snapped, he had forgotten she was even there. He turned on his most charming smile. “You’re talking to the head freak, baby. Can’t get freakier than me.”

She rolled her eyes, not charmed in the slightest. “I know what you are, Edward Munson. Don’t you forget it.”

He kissed her cheek. “Never.”

As he walked off, a locker slammed and Janice jumped. She turned around to see Steve Harrington standing up from his locker.

He hadn’t been there when Eddie came up to her, she knew for a fact. Eddie wasn’t stupid enough to talk about someone when they were literally feet away. So he must have come later. Which meant the question was ‘how much did he hear?’

She really hoped the answer was none of it.

****

Steve had to go out and get a different book for all the all the hearts he had received. He still kept the ones from ‘Kas’ in his wallet. Those were his favorite.

He never was good at hiding his emotions, despite what his father had tried to drill into him over and over again. So when he would get pink hearts every period, he would be disappointed when the Kas hearts weren’t there.

Which was rude. He enjoyed all the hearts he got. He loved every little silly message, even from the ones Dustin said were clearly from a metal band.

He had fun taking the hearts with names he knew weren’t in the year book to Dustin, because he would explain the reference to him.

By Wednesday night, Steve had added three more Kas hearts to his wallet. All sweeter than the last.

He knew he was developing a crush on whoever this was.

Then Dustin finally figured it out the day before Valentine’s day.

“It’s probably a dude,” Dustin said with a grimace.

Steve tilted his head in confusion. “What do you mean?”

Dustin got out a large hard back book and flipped through it. He stopped on a page about half way through and handed it to him.

Steve sat on the kid’s bed with a thump. He must have read a dozen times before he looked up at him.

“But they’re friendship hearts,” he said. “Why would it matter if it’s a guy or not?”

Dustin sat on the bed next time him and gently took the book back. “Because you’re acting like you do when you have a crush.”

Steve blinked at him a moment. He frowned in thought. “You think so?”

He nodded.

“Oh.”

He thought about all the times he wished it was Eddie who was Kas and then it hit him. He wanted it to be Eddie, not because he had a crush on Kas, but because he had a crush on Eddie.

“And if I said I didn’t mind it?” he asked softly. “That it might be a boy?”

“Are you gay?” Dustin asked, rearing his head back in confusion.

Steve shook his head. “Both. I like both.”

Dustin frowned appreciatively. “Okay then.”

“Okay?” Steve wasn’t sure he was hearing this. He had always imagined that there would be more screaming involved.

“Okay,” he repeated. “You have a big heart, it makes sense that you’d like both.”

Steve gave him the biggest hug. “Thanks, Dusty.”

“Oh!” he said, pulling away after a moment. “I found out about that Dorks and Dweebs club you were talking about!”

Dustin glared at him. “It stands for Dungeons and Dragons. Something I’ve told you over and over again.”

Steve ruffled Dustin’s hair. “The club is called The Hellfire Club and they do accept freshmen.”

“They named themselves after that club in The X-men?” Dustin squealed. “That’s so cool.”

Steve blinked for a moment. Yeah, that made more sense then a bunch of high schoolers naming their club after a Satanic and gay club from the 1800s. Hey, he read. He had found a book on history of clubs in England at the local library, and thought they meant soccer. They had not.

Dustin bombarded him with questions about the club and Steve answered him the best he could. After all the kid figured out his Kas so it was the least he could for him.

****

Valentine’s came and Steve was the recipient of three red hearts. But as he searched through the pink hearts there was no Kas. The end of school came and he still hadn’t looked at the red hearts yet.

Eddie came up to his locker as he was shoving his books into it. “Hey, Stevie, why the long face?”

Steve sighed and closed the locker, turning around to sit on the floor. “I’ve been getting these pink hearts from a specific person all week and all last week and I didn’t get one today. So I guess I’m a little bummed by it.”

Eddie dropped his bag and sat down next to Steve. He drew his knees up and draped his arms over them, linking his thumbs together.

“Maybe they sent a red heart instead?” he said, bumping their shoulders together.

Steve shrugged. “They’ve been all pink hearts up until now, so...”

“What makes this one so special then?”

“I have a friend that is really big into D&D,” Steve murmured.

Eddie gasped and held his hands to his chest. “You, Steven Harrington, has friend who like’s D&D?”

“He’s more like a little brother to me,” he explained with a shrug, “he’ll start high school next year. But anyways, he’s been telling me all the references from pink hearts from the ones that wanted to be anonymous.”

“And there’s a D&D reference in there?” Eddie asked, looking over at him. He knew there was, but maybe Steve had been getting hearts from someone else in Hellfire or another secret D&D nerd he knew nothing about.

Steve nodded and pulled out his wallet. “It’s the same person that left the hearts on my door over the weekend.” He pulled out all ten hearts to Eddie’s awe.

“You kept all of them?” he whispered as he gently took them from him. Eddie fanned them out like a deck of cards and then tilted his head. “They’re out of order.”

Steve frowned as he watched Eddie successfully put them in order and a pattern emerged. The colors had shifted darker and darker with each day. Until the one he got yesterday was a really dark pink.

He looked down at the red hearts that he had set on the floor to pull out his wallet. He picked them up only to be snatched from by Eddie.

“Nicole Hawkins?” he said dismissively and tossed it over his shoulder. “She’s too boring.”

Steve huffed out a laugh.

“Lindsey Addams?” he said with a snort, tossing it after Nicole’s red heart. “Has a boyfriend and is only looking for someone she can use to make him jealous.”

Steve smiled. That one he knew. He was down on all the gossip, he just didn’t know Eddie was too.

He handed the final red heart to Steve and smiled. “There you go.”

Steve took the heart and his smile matched Eddie’s when it showed it was from Kas.

“You know,” he said softly. “I wanted them to be from you. He told me about Kas the Betrayer and how whoever was sending them was probably a guy. But I wanted them to be from you since I told you my secret.”

Eddie gulped. He hadn’t been expecting that. He had been shoring himself up that Steve would think it was a girl and he would walk away with a broken heart when he found out it wasn’t. But staring at this gentle boy with a big heart who just wanted to do something nice for the girls that wouldn’t get even so much as a single pink heart, he knew. He knew that there would be no walking away for either of them.

“They’re from me,” he admitted. “I fell so hard for you, Stevie. And I hoped that by gradually changing the colors of the hearts you see that I was gearing up to tell you I loved you.”

Steve blushed and ducked his head. “Sorry I missed that.”

Eddie bumped their shoulders together again. “It’s all right, I got to see the cutest pout when you thought I hadn’t given you a heart today.”

“You’ll let me make it up to you?” Steve asked, raising his head.

“Take me out on a date and shower me with that patented Harrington charm,” Eddie said with a grin. “And we’ll call it even.”

Steve laughed. “Looks like I have plans for Valentine’s day after all.”

Eddie stood up and held his hand out to him. Steve took it and Eddie helped him to his feet.

“Sure do, big boy,” he said with a grin.

Steve laughed and let Eddie lead him out to the parking lot. It was nearly empty but that was perfect.

Eddie walked Steve to his car.

“I’ll pick you up at five, okay?” Steve whispered.

Eddie pursed his lips and nodded. He walked away, but as Steve got his in car, Eddie suddenly leapt into the air and whooped!

Steve shook his head and smiled fondly. He had started the month feeling sorry for himself and now he had a date with a sweet boy on Valentine’s day.

Life was already looking up.

****

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[bibibbon]

I'm convinced that the translators saw the backlash on the different scans and tried to modify the dialogue to make chapter 430 sound better than it is. It doesn't change the fact that even though villainy has fallen and there's more time for heroes to relax. That none of 1A decided that Izuku was worth their time. I can't stand the copers right now; they are just making excuses for Hori right now.

Plus, Ochako and Tenya had their own team dedicated to quirk counseling and she didn't think to invite her best friend Izuku someone known for being intelligent and obsessed with quirks. Izuku really has some scummy friends. No wonder the cucking memes are going wild right now. Ochako and others just seem like junior members of the MLA for ignoring Izuku after losing OFA. The MLA is bound for a resurgence doesn't it lol.

Not to mention I still can't get over the fact that Izuku had to wait 8 years to get some stupid armor when All-Might had his special suit built in a couple of weeks to fight AFO. If the editors had some sense, Izuku would have already had the power suit before he even graduated from UA and be in the top ten hero ranks by now. But that might have made Izuku look awesome possibly outshining Mirio or Bakugo and we can't have that now, can we. but Hori really wanted to make Izuku look like a bum. Izuku needs better friends and an author.

Hi @agentterios 👋

Iam not sure if Viz manga or official translators actually did do any of that but I still do have my issues with the MHA ending overall.

My main point that confuses me is that if there are less villains then how are the heroes doing more work?!?! Are they more focused on rescuing and changing society? If that's the case then cool I don't have a problem with that but it's the fact that we don't see much of it. We are told that ochako and iida have started a quirk counselling project which like you mentioned adding Izuku to it (or having him involved in the background) because of his quirk analysis or just analytical abilities would be a great addition to them and should of been canon. Doing this would of 1) proved that izuku even though he has lost his quirk he is incredibly close and still works with his classmates and 2) would allow for one of my favourite Izuku characteristics shine.

Alps I find it very weird how the manga states that izuku and the rest of 1A don't hang out at a lot due to work but we don't even get a small panel of him texting them or him hanging out with individual members of 1A. I feel like if we got something like that it would of shown us that yes Izuku is still in contact with them but nope. I also feel like this is one of the reasons why so many people including I might of misinterpreted the thing into 1A ditching Izuku because we literally don't see them hang out or do anything outside of heroics together. Now that I think about it the whole found family bond of 1A is centered around them being heroes and in heroics so that's all they have and it's not a good look.

First I hate the idea of izuku losing his quirk (I have seen different interpretations but I still think it sucks) and two i find it incredibly unrealistic how izuku (a boy who did anything to become a hero) simply not do anything for 8 years. That's not the Izuku I know at all. The Izuku I know would do anything to help others and even try and be useful or a hero but this one just sits back accepting defeat and that his dream is over?!?! The boy who said his body moved on it's own to help others simply gives up and doesn't do anything until he is given a suit?!?!?!

There's also the fact that I don't like the whole suit thing. Maybe I would of liked it if izuku worked with Melissa and mei to make it himself. Something about izuku making it and earning it and learning and adapting to reach his goal is much more satisfying and adds more to his character than him being given a suit and becoming a hero. Izuku working in the background helping heroes whether that be with projects or strategies and analysis also should of been something he should of done during the eight years.

Also, I have been avoiding Izuku related content from twitter and tiktok like the plague so no I haven't had the misfortune in seeing another gag that the fandom makes about izukus pain without them acknowledging how the manga events effect his character

[emmaleighsworld]

Seriously?

Pairing: Steve Harrington x reader

Summary: When your coworker ditches work early Steve is there to lend a helping hand.

Contains: just fluff here

Word Count: 1.7k

Steve’s taste in music had always been something his classmates raved about, even after he stopped hosting those huge parties. They always talked about how every time he’d host a party or let people hang out at his house he’d have the best, most popular, music on standby.

Although most of his favorite songs were fun, rock songs he could sing along to—and the occasional pop song—Steve also had a soft spot for some songs from the 60s and 70s. They brought him back to the simpler times of his childhood, back to before he had seen how complicated the world really was.

However, he usually liked to keep that information to himself because it was special to him. And since he kept that to himself and a few of his close friends, even if they liked poking fun at him for it—it was no surprise that two weeks after his graduation Tina had asked Steve if she could borrow his best summer-music tape for a party she was hosting while her parents were gone over the weekend. 

Tina said she’d stop by Scoops after she was done with it, but her party was two weeks ago. So, that’s how Steve ended up walking across the mall towards Sam Goody’s after his shift, hoping that Tina would be on the closing shift. 

That’s when Steve first saw you. You were wiping down the counters, humming along to a Supremes song that played over the store speakers, when he walked in. 

Steve’s first thought was that music stores don’t usually play this type of music. Usually, it’s something fun and upbeat because that’s what they’re trying to sell. 

Then Steve remembered that he’d seen you once before. A couple weeks ago, after his closing shift, he saw you in the mall parking lot. Well, truthfully, he’d heard you first. You were in your car singing along to an old Supremes song blasting from your car speakers with your windows down.

When he’d gotten to his Beemer, Steve watched as you drove past him in the lot, singing to your heart’s content. He remembered thinking how carefree you looked that night and how pretty he thought you were. 

Steve had kept an eye out for you after that night but never had any luck finding you as his eyes searched the crowds of the mall each day during his break. Suddenly, he was pulled out of his thoughts when he heard that voice again—“Seriously?” He heard her say under her breath.

“Hey, sorry, but I already closed the register. We’re closed for today.” you said, “You’ll have to come back tomorrow.”

“Oh, no. I’m not here to buy anything.” Steve said looking around, “Do you know if Tina’s here tonight? She borrowed one of my tapes for a party and I just wanted to get it back.”

You laughed, Tina had left her shift early with her boyfriend after promising you an IOU for the next time you wanted to leave early. 

“No, she’s not here. Left early with her boyfriend.”

“Seriously?” Steve asked.

You weren’t sure if it was his straightforwardness or if it was the way he kind of looked like he needed a friend in that silly-looking sailor hat, but you decided to continue the conversation instead of shooing him out of the store.

“Seriously,”  You sighed, holding up the silly IOU cards Tina made for you, “Now I have two of these.”

Steve walked closer to the counter to read them as you placed them on the counter and moved to grab the window cleaning supplies.

“An IOU? She really gave you one of those?” he asked.

“Yeah, I’m pretty sure she doesn’t expect me to ever use them, but I kind of want to just so that she knows she can’t always dump this crap on me and ‘promise’,” you say making air quotes with your fingers, “ that she’ll cover for me.”

You began spraying the front window and continued your rant, “I mean, she barely helps when she is here.”

“I could help you close up the shop if you want?” Steve broached as you wiped the glass.

You stopped, turning around to face the guy you had allowed to stay in the store for maybe a bit too long.

“You would help me?” You asked skeptically.

“Yeah, sure. I mean, I just closed up Scoops Ahoy—which is why I’m still wearing this stupid uniform. But I did it all by myself since Robin had to leave early for some stupid family dinner. Anyway, I just—I know what it’s like and if you want some help just give me the order.”

Steve finished his rambling offer to help with a smile, hoping you’d take him up on his offer. 

You stayed silent for a few seconds and narrowed your eyes at him, thinking. But, just when Steve started thinking you were about to kick him out, you smiled.

“You know, I was starting to wonder why you walked in here looking like some discount store sailor. No offense.” You said.

“None taken,” he smiled back and took off his sailor hat, “This wasn’t really my first choice, but I had to get a job somewhere-you know?”

“Yeah, I get that—“ you paused, realizing you didn’t know this guy's name yet and he didn’t know yours, “What’s your name?”

“Steve Harrington,” he said.

“Well it’s nice to meet you, Steve Harrington,” you smiled cheekily and then gave him your name.

Steve smiled too, “It’s nice to meet you too.”

“Well, Steve, if you really want to help, I haven’t swept the floor yet and  there’s a broom in the back.”

You went back to wiping the front window and looked back at him after a few seconds. Steve had stopped moving. He had a blank look on his face like he was surprised you accepted his help. Most people just brushed off his offers for help.

“The back room is over there,” you said pointing, “Don’t think that I’ll let you just loiter around in here 'cause you’re nice.”

“Oh, okay,” Steve said, still in a daze.

As Steve walked over to the back room, the song over the stereo changed and you started humming along as you returned to your work. 

You could hear him moving around when you suddenly heard another voice quietly humming with you. 

You stopped and looked at Steve. He was quietly humming to the song and moving around the store as he swept. 

In that moment, you could feel your heart squeeze at the sight. You barely knew anything about him, but there was something so endearing about Steve and the way he wanted to help you for nothing in return.

He had surprised you. You didn’t think you were ready to like someone new, but there Steve was. Helping you out, on a Friday night nonetheless, in all his kindness.

Steve looked up at you when he realized you’d stopped humming. And just when you thought he couldn’t have shocked you more, he stopped humming and began to sing along-trying to coax you into joining him.

It took you a minute to let the moment sink in. With anyone else you would have passed it off as a joke, but Steve had disarmed you. So you joined him, singing along to your heart's content in an odd duet sort of way.

Soon enough, the two of you had cleaned the store and finished the rest of the closing duties, singing the whole time. 

“That was fun,” you said, turning off the music and grabbing your bag from the counter, heading towards the doors. 

“Yeah,” he said as he watched you lock the door for the night.

“Thanks—for the help I mean.” You said looking towards Steve.

“It’s no problem, I’m glad to help.” Steve said, “Can I walk you to your car?” 

He looked a little nervous when he asked. It was almost like he was scared you’d say no, but instead, you smiled at him.

“Sure,” you said.

So you started walking out of the mall, in step with Steve.

The walk to your car was surprisingly quiet. You couldn’t figure out what you should be talking about and Steve didn’t say anything either. He seemed to be lost in thought whenever you glanced over at him.

You thought the two of you had a lot of fun tonight. A small part of you thought that you could become friends with Steve, and an even smaller part thought about liking him as more than a friend if you got to know him better.

It felt a little silly thinking about it, but he helped you and made you feel better. 

But by the time you’d gotten to your car, neither of you had said a word.

“Well, thanks for walking with me. I guess I’ll see you around,” you said unlocking your car.

“Wait, umm…” Steve said before trailing off.

“Yeah?” You looked at him, waiting. 

He took a small breath and continued, “You remember how you said you wanted to use those IOU cards Tina made you?”

You nodded, wondering what exactly he was going to say.

“Well, I was wondering if you’d like to go to the Fourth of July fair with me—maybe use one of those IOUs to get off work early?” Steve asks.

“We could play the games and go on some rides,” he continued, “The food’s not too bad as long as you don’t think about how greasy it actually is. I was thinking we could get to know each other better…”

“Are you asking me, as a date? Serious?” You asked, almost not believing your ears.

“Yeah, I thought it could be fun,” Steve said as he rubbed the back of his neck, “So, what do you think?”

You broke into a smile, “I think I would like that a lot.”

Steve looked so relieved when you accepted. He had smiled a few times already, but this smile was brighter than all the rest and it made you glad.

That must have been what he was thinking about on the walk to your car.

“Cool. Awesome. I can write out the details and bring them to you on my lunch break tomorrow if that's okay?” Steve offers.

“That’d be great Steve,” you said, “And maybe I could stop by Scoops on my break. I’ve been meaning to stop in too—see what flavors you guys have.”

“Great, I’ll see you tomorrow then,” Steve said, “Drive safe.”

“You too,” you said before getting into your car to leave.

You weren’t quite sure what going on a date with Steve Harrington would bring. But, you did know that you were excited for something and it felt good to look forward to something again.

[bbanghiitomi]

| lukewarm.

synopsis: you're neither cold nor warm, neither mad nor happy. you don't hate minji, and no — don't get the wrong idea, you definitely love minji even if you tell yourself you don't anymore.

— nonidol!kminji × nonidol!vballplayer!fem!reader

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"nice shirt, i noticed you have a lot of those." yeeun pointed out to minji as the tall girl pulled the hem of her shirt to fix the creases on the fabric. minji laughed and took a seat on the couch inside their friend's living room. "yeah, i do have a lot of these but i can't wear them for now." minji replied, looking down then scratching her nape with a sheepish expression.

"why not?" yeeun asked, leaning on the couch, hanni entered the living room with three cans of soda and placed it on the table. minji looked at hanni then to their classmate. "some of my clothes are still inside y/n's room." hanni laughed, covering her mouth. minji sighed as hanni tapped their classmate's shoulder. "hey, go on drink!" she said, pushing a can on the girl's hands.

"oh, i didn't know you two broke up." yeeun stated, opening the can as the sound of fiz rang inside minji's head, reminding her of the sound y/n's favorite drink makes.

"they did quite a long time ago." hanni piped in, looking at yeeun with the signature look on her face that said "can you believe that?" yeeun nodded but minji rolled her eyes and sighed. "not quite, it's only been two weeks and a half, remember when we presented our research? we've already broken up at that time." minji corrected.

"so it hasn't been that long huh?" yeeun muttered and chugged the drink. hanni shook her head and waved her hand. "well, that has to be at least the longest, because i remember when they broke up and it only lasted for like 2 days." hanni received a chuckle from yeeun and a groan from minji.

"you're so weird hanni." minji scoffed.

"but it's true, right? you act like you're not hoping to make up with her — but she's been ignoring you for days, on repeat." hanni nudged her friend, yeeun shrugged and spoke. "i did hear hiyyih mention that you once broke up with her and then got back up after a few days." yeeun remembered during one recess where hiyyih was talking with friends and mentioned your argument with minji.

minji nodded. "technically, that's true. but it's different now, it's not just a burst of negative emotions, she's serious this time. and i'm starting to think this isn't gonna get better anytime." hanni sighed. "well friend, guess what? it's not gonna be just her being moody, you can't just fix it with a date on a saturday morning."

"i never said i can. i literally saw her shitting on me on her twitter account — she even blocked me on her instagram." minji pushed her hair back and rolled her eyes. "that's probably what being sick of each other's faces gets you." she added.

yeeun looked at hanni then to minji. "well what happened? is that why you were moody after we got scolded during our presentation?" yeeun asked, placing the cold can on the table. minji nodded. "it's not really just that but mostly yeah, remember during the festival at our school?" minji asked yeeun.

it was the day after she lied to you about staying out at a classmate's house late at night for their class' stall. in reality, she was indeed helping out but most of the time was spent on drinking. she told you she was going home at 11pm and asked you to sleep — you were convinced because hell! she had you on a video call, showed you the surroundings, table and there was no fucking alcohol to be found, you even asked her classmates, specially the closest mutual; kim jiwon.

jiwon's answer was: "honestly, i don't really know — but they did go there to continue building our stall, i was informed by yeeun that they were there for a couple of hours."

so you were convinced, but it only took you two days to realize — you had a conversation with jiwon's friend during your volleyball training; naoi rei, she mentioned that she was tired from that night, that she had to come home at between 1am and 2am, they stayed over late because they weren't able to finish the stall up until 1am due to the fact they got drunk.

you were fucking pissed, you realized that was the reason minji came to school late that festival, was literally sitting behind their stall asleep, drunk 3 cups of coffee to stay awake.

and she even had the nerve to come to your class' stall and "support" you.

during the night before the research presentations, you had a conversation with her. that's where you poured out all the hidden anger you've been bottling up lately, you don't care how much she spent time watching you play volleyball — you know damn well she's doing that because she's done something stupid.

then, you started ignoring her — heck, even your homeroom teacher and hers had to get in between for the tea.

everyone, including her classmates and your classmates were surprised, you were the IT couple of the batch and it was all poured down the drain because of one stupid night.

"well, yeah. you got drunk the night before right?" minji slapped a hand on her face when yeeun mentioned it. "yes, and fuck she got so mad." yeeun scratched her head. "i thought everything was good, you even ate lunch with her the day after the festival."

"she found out i lied, and i seriously thought it was not that serious but she just bursted out mad at me." minji added, rubbing her face. hanni scoffed and hit her friend on her shoulder.

"you're lucky she just screamed at you, i would've punched you in the face, scumbag!"

yeeun laughed. "wow, no wonder she went out with wonyoung instead after they won the volleyball match."

"yeah and that's why i didn't ask you to watch, because imagine if she just spiked the ball at my face." yeeun couldn't help but laugh harder, hanni scoffed. "so what now, loser? her parents are still attached to you and the school ceremony for top student's next week, wouldn't that be awkward?" minji stared at her friend with a stone cold expression.

"i haven't even gotten my clothes yet."

hanni threw her head back and frowned. "but minji! you can have all the time to get those things back, we know y/n would return it but… dude does your parents even know what happened?"

yeeun winced. "ugh, that'll be hard."

minji nodded. "yeah, i don't think she's ever mentioned anything about it. her parents are pretty strict and care more about her education, i'm even shocked they let her be with me. i feel like she's only told them about our break up, nothing more than that."

"well good luck then." hanni stated.

minji sat by one of the chairs surrounding a round table, her eyes are on the people mingling around people, wearing smart casuals. it's the ceremony and her mom isn't somewhere to be seen, she said she'll be talking with the other guests and left minji. minji sighed.

you on the other hand preferred being with your friends, wonyoung and yoona. you really never expected anything surprising other than seeing the face of your stupid ex, you spot minji sitting beside yeeun and hanni, the two talked but minji sat there with a frown.

you snickered.

everything is supposed to be okay, until you saw your mother with minji's mom, they both approached minji and you couldn't help but wince, turning your back against the view, refusing to even get yourself involved on your mother prying over your relationship.

"minji! i haven't seen you in a long time." minji looked in front of her and saw your mother and her mom. she stood up quickly and greeted the older woman. "good evening,"

minji's mom laughed. "ah, minji's been busy doing her own stuff. by the way how's y/n doing?"

"she's joining the varsity for volleyball, i signed her up and she's getting more training than before. it's a shame really, minji would've been there to watch over my daughter."

minji laughed sheepishly. "y/n's a big girl already, don't worry i'm sure she can handle herself."

"i'm so proud of her! she's been excellent lately, i wish minji would join extra curricular activities, just to boost her qualifications for the future!" you have always been excellent, even before you had minji, even after you lost her — in the end, minji had to say it was her loss, never yours.

she had been distracted a lot after you broke up with her, meanwhile you used that as a motivation to be better than minji — you are just very petty.

she hated and loved that part of you.

so competitive.

"hey minji, visit our place anytime you can alright? we really miss you." your mom smiled at minji and patted her shoulder. "but what about y/n? it's awkward." minji spoke, scratching her nape with an airy laugh.

"don't worry about her! she's just playing hard to get, try harder maybe you can have her back." your mom winked at minji and laughed.

okay, maybe she should?

kim "idiot" minji

hey

hope you don't mind if i visit your place

i'm gonna go get my clothes and things i left

:(((

seen.

you rolled your eyes as soon as you spotted the familiar pair of shoes on the doorway, you entered and saw minji sitting on the sofa with your brother. you ignored them and walked your way to a corridor, then inside your room. minji saw you and stood up.

"hey, i'm just gonna fetch my clothes in your sister's room." minji smiled at your brother, and the younger boy shrugged. "good luck then."

it felt like throwing oneself inside a lion's den, as minji stood in front of your door, she didn't have any idea what she should say — she knows it isn't a great idea, but there are no ideas left, if she'll only be able to claim her things back, or if she'll have your heart — it would be better if comes home with both.

chances are slim of course, her image has been tainted, even with that one mistake — still, you didn't really know if your decision of breaking up with her is for the best; a part of you screamed for her to leave you alone — and the other part wished you could've had more time to get your shit back together.

you don't know whether it's too late, but you had her things already packed in case she comes back looking for them.

you heard a knock and you took deep breaths before stomping your way to the door. you found yourself shaking as you held the cold door knob, not knowing whether it's you or the air inside your room. why is it freezing cold? why are you nervous? you chose this path.

twisting the knob, your eyes met minji's round ones, her thick eyebrows that stood so prominent, catching your attention as it furrowed. minji cleared her throat. "hey, y/n… i'm sorry for barging in. i was just — i'm here to get my things that i left." you nodded at her and opened the door wider for her.

"go on, i already packed them for you." minji nodded and made her way inside. goddamnit, the smell, it hit her that she might not be coming back to this room anymore, the room she had been even before you became her girlfriend, and after everything. it's sad, she spotted her clothes, hoodies, even the notes she left packed in a box.

minji wished you hadn't done that, because first, even if you hated her, you're just way too nice — second because she wished she had more time in your room to get her shit together and think of something, just something to convince you to come back to her.

"what are you waiting for? are you just gonna stand there?" you asked. minji took deep breaths and closed her eyes before turning around to face you. "hey, y/n can we please talk about this more? i know i only came here for my clothes but — bro…" you wanted to laugh, but that'll be too mean.

you rolled your eyes and shrugged. "is there anything else left for us to discuss? i thought you said you're tired of explaining."

minji rubbed her face with her hands and groaned. "i know i did, i'm sorry that's so fucking stupid of me. but please, we were both mad and upset that time, if we were both calm, you know we can discuss it better, right?" minji pleaded, walking towards you, you scoffed — looking away from her.

"you're the only one who thinks that way, minji. and i don't have time in this world to accommodate your stupidity." now you're getting mad again. minji took deep breaths, you looked at her and frowned. "calm down—"

"shut up." you cut her off.

it was silent for at least 5 minutes, you were thinking, twice — if you would listen to her ramblings, give her a chance to redeem herself, you wanted to you just can't accept that you actually want to give her a chance because if you didn't want to, you could've kicked her out already.

you regained your posture. "say what you want to say then, before i get pissed and kick you out, throw your things on the road."

minji nodded. "thanks! i know i lied, i'm sorry, i know it hurt you, sorry for not trusting you because you really did trust me a lot and i broke it. i lied because i know that it was wrong, i was scared you might get mad at me now i learned my lesson! was there another time where i lied to you? if yes — i'm so sorry y/n please forgive me! i'll do anything just to have you back, even if i tell myself that i'm fine without you. i know i'm not! and i admit that it's my loss, that you can live a life the same way, even better without me — but it's the opposite for me."

no, minji has never lied to you other than that time — because you're a very petty person okay? you hold grudges for over a long time, minji knows that, you remember when someone did you wrong; you'll take that to your grave, swearing to never forget. maybe that's why it's serious for you, because she built your trust over the time, you loved her because you know she would never, and she had never lied to you; that time you found out, it didn't make sense because why would she lie?

"i know, you never lied to me other than that time — but that's why i felt that way right? i don't understand why you lied, because you never did before and there is no reason why you should! i can't explain it, because i never imagined you to be that type of a lover, so when reality hit me that if you got the chance again, you'd make me an idiot again. and i wouldn't want that to be my cycle." you had a lot of pride, because in all honesty, you can proudly say you have never lied to her.

minji knows your schedule, you always tell her what you are up to, your plans — when you stay out late, you exactly tell her what for! and when she demands that she takes you home, you allow her.

there's no reason for you to be scared of what clapback minji has; because she has none.

"i can still be your honest lover, i swear! and no promises, but you can always remember what i'm saying right now. i would never lie to you ever again. mark my words, kill me if i do again, i'll let you." you laughed, minji was serious — but you laughed, because you know you will seriously kill her if she does lie again.

"don't worry i will." you scoffed. minji smiled. "i'm sorry, babe?" minji didn't hesitate, you gave her a blank stare as she gave you those puppy eyes. you huffed and turned around, you had your bacm facing her you let her be as she embraced you in a hug, resting her chin your shoulder while gently rocking you.

"i'll get back at you okay? we can study together here for the whole month." minji pouted, you looked at her and shrugged, a blush creeping up on your cheeks. "whatever." minji chuckled and kissed your cheek. "i love you."

you sighed. "hmmm… yeah me too."

at the end of the day, you still love minji, even if she's a huge idiot, sometimes an asshole — you have to admit that you had a burst of emotion that night you broke up with her, you still think it's valid though. but yeah, minji is a good lover, you just hope she doesn't do something stupid ever again.

minji snuggled close to you, holding you with her big hands. you're still putting up a wall though, she's not gonna get the satisfaction of seeing you all over her again for a week or two.

you have to show her who's the boss.

and it's you.

[look-at-the-soul]

The man behind the mask

Jonathan Crane x reader (Cillian Murphy as Scarecrow)

Requested by: @kpopgirlbtssvt Thank you so so much for sending this idea! I’m sorry it took me so long to write it, but I wanted it to be perfect… I hope you like this 🥰

A/N: I’m finally going through some requests I had saved in my drafts. And I knew the only way to get through this story was sharing something a little bit personal…

❗️When you go out (club, restaurant, pub, whatever) don’t leave your drink unattended, not for a single minute, I mean it, the only time I agree to go a club - I was never the big party girl- there was a group of 8-10 big men in red t-shirts, they stood out because they weren’t locals. One of them spiked my drink, I saw the bubbles like those alka-seltzer things, (I didn’t drink it), but then I made the mistake of going to the bathroom with my friend and when we came out, a group of four of them were walking towards us. Luckily our other friends intercepted us midway out of nowhere and we got out of the club through the emergency door, it was a miracle it was open, and I know for local news that’s a group that uses woman as human/organ trafficking, again, be careful when you go out 🙏🏻

Jonathan raised his eyebrows at the stupidity in legs sitting in front of him at the bar.

Four men rushed past them, talking in English with a foreign accent about a girl who was drinking the special cocktail.

“You know the consequences if you don’t get him first.” He warned standing up. “I don’t think you want to see my mask, again.”

He came all this way for nothing, that useless man only had excuse after excuse for not making a simple job.

When it came to his time, he was really jealous of it, he wanted things done efficiently. That’s why he decided to leave before he lost the little patience he was given. Taking the stairs to the first floor, he made a face when he found the place crowded, but the frown increased when someone accidentally bumped into him.

“‘m sorry, I don’t feel really well.” The girl apologized before passing out right in front of him, he barely had time enough to catch her in his arms.

“No, no, no. Ughhh.” He groaned.

The group of foreigners started walking towards him.

“Move over scrawny.” Said one of them.

The rest of them laughed, bringing back all the horrible memories of his childhood when his classmates bullied him for being short and skinny.

Closing his eyes, Jonathan swallowed hard, placing the girl carefully on the floor. “Take that back.” He warned.

They all looked like gigantic monsters with big and strong bodies.

The group erupted in laughter.

It was a natural thing to take the scarecrow mask from the inside pocket of his suit and putting on while taking the small gas device in his hand.

Pressing the button, the gas came out of the mask without a warning and they started screaming uncontrollably, as they watched their worsts nightmares come to life.

Still wearing the mask but not using the gas, Jonathan looked at the girl, who briefly opened her eyes. “Help m-”

Was all she could mumble before passing out again.

Shit. Jonathan thought, he wasn’t a hero, he wasn’t a savior, but he couldn’t leave this girl just like that.

So against his will, he took her in his arms.

***

Lighting the fireplace he cursed himself for giving in and bringing her to his house, but as he saw her features he confirmed he couldn’t leave her at the club.

He knew she had been drugged, Jonathan knew the modus operandi of the club; every night they picked a couple of girls, spike their drinks and take them for human or organs trafficking.

It was a terrible escenario, yes, but it was a reality. Something he didn’t have any business in.

Although he was involved now, because of the girl sleeping in his couch. Walking around, he grabbed a needle, electrolytes, and some vitamins, to try to contrarrest the effects of the drugs.

He was surprised by his own kindness towards this stranger, but as he watched her frown soften, he wondered if he wasn’t as terrible as he thought of himself.

Your head felt as if it was smashed against a wall several times, you felt dizzy, the whole room spinning around, your entire body hurt making you wonder if a train hit you and you didn’t know.

Then you saw it, something connected to the inside of your arm.

As you tried to take the tape off, a soft hand came to stop your movement.

“It’s alright, you’re safe now.”

The sharp move made your whole body ache, as you tried to move away.

“Where’s the man with the mask?” You asked feeling groggy.

“Everything is fine. Drink this.” Taking the tablets and water, you thanked him in a whisper.

Your eyes dancing across the room, you could see it was still dark outside. And with that you drifted back to sleep again.

Not noticing when Jonathan checked your vitals three times during your sleep.

When you finally woke up, it was a whole new day, the day was sunny and a soft melody could be heard in the background.

Your mouth felt dry, and your vision was a bit blurry.

“You will feel better tomorrow, just need to have some rest.” The deep voice startled you from behind.

Looking down your body, you were covered by a light blanket from your waist down, the upper part of your body had a hoodie on, you felt your strapless dress disheveled, thankfully it was covered.

“W-who are you?” What the hell happened last night?

“Dr. Crane.” He answered looking at her through his glasses.

But by the scared look that crossed your features, he sighed annoyed by this soft side of him.

“Jonathan.”

He was always Dr. Crane, or the Scarecrow, he was never Jonathan. Not in public at least.

And he felt awfully naked showing someone that part of him.

“Y/N Y/LN.” You stated still unsure. “I-I need to use the bathroom.”

He was still a stranger but he seemed like a good person too.

“Take the hall, to your right.”

With a small nod, you followed his instructions, but before disappearing in the hall, you turned to face him.

“You were the man wearing the mask, weren’t you?” You remembered it too vividly; his voice, his eyes, the way he protected you.

Surprised by your words and your memories, he nodded.

But he was even more surprised when you rushed towards him to give him an unexpected hug.

“Thank you… for saving me.”

He couldn’t remember the last time someone thanked him for something, or the last time he got a hug like that.

But it definitely meant more than he could explain.

As you were in the bathroom, Jonathan kept his eyes closed, still too engrossed in your perfume and the way your arms wrapped around him.

Why did it burn? And why did he wanted more?

Those were questions he didn’t have answers to, but he was soon pulled out from his thoughts as he heard a loud noise in the bathroom.

Opening the door, Jonathan found you unconscious on the floor.

“Y/N!” Jonathan tried shaking your arms slightly. But there was no response, the drugs you consumed at the club affected your system, even though he knew the possible side effects, he got scared. He couldn’t take you to a hospital, he couldn’t explain someone had spiked your drink and he tried to help you.

With a groan he lifted your motionless body from the floor, walking back to the big couch and one more time, providing you with another dose of the cocktail he used earlier. Thankfully he had everything you needed right there at home, he had a couple of medicines he considered to be necessary in his emergency kit.

Moving away the hair from your face, he found himself smiling for no reason, or at least he wasn’t capable of finding the right words.

Checking your pulse, he finally took a deep breath as he saw the numbers coming down to a normal rate. Unsure if you were allergic to anything, he kept the doses to the minimum, and added something else to help you get rid of the drugs in your system faster.

Emptying the contents of your stomach wasn’t something nice, you felt more embarrassed than ever, but after you regained consciousness, Jonathan assured you it was the only way.

You didn’t know this man, but he saved your life, not only at the club, but by taking care of you the way he was doing it. He gently explained you the side effects these drugs could do, he made sure you stayed hydrated and was constantly checking if you needed anything.

“I’m sorry your free night from the hospital shift ended up like this, taking care of a groggy.” You admitted embarrassed, hiding your blush in the glass of water he offered you. “First time I go to a club for a birthday, I was never the big party girl-type and I pass out… how did I end up here?” You asked embarrassed.

Jonathan’s features changed, he looked serious and concerned. “They drugged you, Y/N.”

It took you several minutes to process his statement, your hands started shaking as Jonathan adjusted his glasses on his nose.

“Shouldn’t have say that, sorry.” He offered you a half smile, he was nervous.

“How do you know that?”

“There’s a lot of people behind them, you were lucky they couldn’t take you.”

“I was lucky because you saved me.” But as you saw him shaking his head, you repeated it. “You did.”

“No, it was Scarecrow.” He mumbled.

Frowning you asked him what he meant, but he shook his head again and stood up.

“You need some food.” You saw him shifting his weight from one foot to another. “What would you like?”

“Indian?” You asked with a smile and he knew he was in trouble.

Big troubles.

Some time later, you were sitting with him in his immaculate kitchen telling him that you were a teacher of seventh graders, but at the moment you were enjoying the school break. Without really noticing, you shared a big part of your personal dreams with him, for some reason he had this mysterious energy around him, but you could also see he was humble.

But also extremely shy and quiet.

Leaning back in your chair, you asked: “What’s your specialization?”

Jonathan was about to take a sip of his drink, when your question took him by surprise.

“Let me guess.” You wondered. “Pediatrician?”

What was he supposed to say? Oh, and by the way… I make sane people go crazy and then keep them locked in an asylum?

“Cardiologist?” But as you saw the doubts in his eyes, you pursed your lips in a tight line. “Sorry, don’t want to bother you, I can get all detective sometimes.”

“No, is it that… I’ve a place for people who can’t be on their own,” he took a deep breath and looked down at his plate.

“See?! I knew you have a big heart.” You stated in a cheerful mode, feeling better.

He felt terrible for lying, but he didn’t have another choice.

“Listen…” He tried to explain but you cut him off.

“Don’t be so modest Doctor… sometimes you have to admit you’re a hero and you also need to learn to take compliments.” Picking up the things you used, you turned around to throw it in the trash. “Thank you from the bottom of my heart for what you did, I feel much better now.”

Against his will, you called a taxi to go back home, not without thanking him once more for what he did.

But your gratitude wasn’t enough for him.

There was something else growing in him, something stronger, something he wasn’t capable of naming yet. Something he had never felt before.Jonathan felt an uncontrollable need to be around you.

He had never cared about anyone else apart of himself. But after taking care of you, he genuinely felt like he could be a better person, after getting to know you a little he knew he needed your cheerful personality around.

And as the days passed by, he wasn’t able to let go of your memory.

But little did he knew that every night after he saved you, you would dream of that night at the club, the way his blue eyes stared at you as he carried you in his arms.

You were only able to remember small glimpses of him, everything was so blurry unfortunately, but deep down in your memory, images of him looking down at you through that mask showed up constantly in your dreams.

It wasn’t the fascinating color of his eyes, no, it was something else. You were grateful that he saved you, yes, but it was more than that.

Realizing that he was afraid to give the first step, you decided to show up in his front door the next Thursday at midday.

A maid welcomed you and asked you to wait for Dr. Crane inside, she would announce you shortly.

“This better be important Dolores, I don’t like to be interrupted when I’m doing my experiments.” You heard him say as he took the stairs from the basement.

You saw the shocked expression in his face as he found you in front of him. Maybe it was absurd to think that he would welcome you with open arms, he was probably busy.

“Sorry if I interrupted you, Jonathan… I just wanted to give you this back.” You showed him the hoodie he used to cover you.

When he looked down, your nerves increased. Did you made a mistake thinking you could take the initiative?

Embarrassed for your actions, you left the bag of food you also brought. Turning around, you wished the taxi was still outside.

“You have no idea how many times I wished I could see you again.” He finally stated as you reached the front door.

“What did you say?” Your heart started beating at a crazy speed.

“Sorry if I was rude, I wasn’t expecting to actually see you again.”

You smiled and relaxed a little. “Well you didn’t ask me for my phone last week.”

Frowning, he answered: “big mistake.”

A nervous chuckle left your mouth.

“Honestly, I didn’t think you would like to see me again.”

Now it was your turn to frown. “What makes you say that? You’re a good man, I will be forever grateful with you.”

There were things that would probably make you think he was a monster.

Jonathan walked away from you, turning his back at you, hands in his pockets.

“The mask is supposed to have the opposite effect, Y/N.”

Taking in his words, you could see the battle he was fighting inside.

“Show me… Show me the mask.” You pleaded.

“No.” He immediately interjected.

“I already saw the mask, Jonathan and what I saw is that the man wearing it, saved my life.”

Seeing your smile made him forget about everything. He was convinced he would only see you in his dreams, but you made him question himself so many things he thought were figured out by now.

Staring at the mask in his eyes images of all the people he had tortured flashed before him, and the last thing he wanted to cause you was that, he was terrified to show you who he really was. The more he thought about it, the more he confirmed he shouldn’t really be walking back from the basement with the mask on.

You didn’t know you were holding your breath until you were close enough to see his blue eyes through the mask. The memories of that night playing in the back of your mind, you suddenly remembered listening someone screaming, you could only see Jonathan’s back, everything around you was moving, blurry, as if you were underwater.

Your hand moved up to touch gently the seams over the closed mouth. Had he been silenced in the past? Had someone forced him to see the world from behind the mask? Was he trying to protect himself from someone?

“There was something else…” You could see through the holes that his eyes were closed. “A gas.” You remembered.

“Y/N…”

He didn’t want you to see that side of him, he didn’t want you to see Scarecrow.

“What are you afraid of?”

“That it will push you away.” He whispered.

But you encouraged him to show you the gas as well.

Jonathan swallowed hard, afraid to scare you, he was ready to see the horror in your face. But his breath got stuck in his throat as you didn’t even flinch, when the gas dissipated and you were still there, he couldn’t believe it.

Confused, he blinked. “Y-You didn’t see it?”

“See what?” You frowned. “I only see your mask.”

There wasn’t something that scared you?

Hesitating, you bit you lower lip a little while your hands touched the hem of the mask covering his face.

Maybe you had to be drugged in order to meet him.

In a very intimate and delicate motion, you pulled it from his head. Holding the mask in one hand, you ran your free hand through his disheveled hair to smooth it, loving the way it fell against his forehead.

His fingers felt cold against your cheek, but his lips were the perfect fit for yours when he titled his head to kiss you. Tentative at first, to then move at a slow rhythm.

Accidentally, Jonathan pressed the gas button as his hands circled your waist, taking you both by surprise. Looking into each other’s eyes, you both chuckled at it, only to start kissing again.

And for the first time, he knew that he could show someone the real him, the man behind the mask.

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[susagnon]

Shouto and his adoptive sisters, part 2

Would have loved to see an actual team-up between these two: The guy who thought his quirk works best without teammates around him, and the girl known for being one of the most versatile battle comrades you can have.

Asui is the older sister to two younger siblings. I headcanon that she talks to Todoroki like how she talks to them: Encouragingly and patiently, without any condescencion.

They got closer after Asui cried in front of him and the other kids, who sneaked away to Kamino. Todoroki was reeeally sleepy, but he still felt bad about having partly caused her distress, so he tried to talk to her more afterwards.

When the weather turns cold, Todoroki and Asui often end up sitting close to each other: First on the school bus, then anywhere else. Todoroki gets some comfort out of seeing how his fire side, which he had rejected for so long, can be helpful to others even outside of combat - be it to keep Dark Shadow obedient to Tokoyami, or to keep Asui from involuntary hibernation.

Headcanon: Todoroki intentionally chose the spot in front of Asui and Uraraka. He wanted Deku and Iida to join them but before they could, Aoyama and the other girls placed themselves around 1-A's pretty boy.

I saw a fan comic once, in which Asui brought Todoroki a cup of tea and he accidently refers to her as “nee-san”.  I headcanon that this has happened more than once. Todoroki’s cheeks turned rosy the first couple of times. Then Asui asked that he call her “Tsu-chan”, and he felt even more embarrassed by that.  

As such, Asui remains “Asui” when they are with others. She doesn't correct him, because when she’s alone with Todoroki-chan, she gets to hear “Tsu-nee-san.” Todoroki ends up calling her that nonchalantly. They also ignor that he's actually a month older than her. Considering how he doesn’t use honorifics with any of his other classmates, Asui feels rather special.

Todoroki really does emit youngest child vibes sometimes.

It seems like, barring Deku and Bakugou, most of Todoroki’s classmates didn't know anything about his family drama, until Dabi broadcasted it to the whole nation.

For example, I’m don't think Iida ever picked up on anything prior to Dabi’s dance. He's probably Todoroki’s closest friend (alongside Deku), and he cares a lot. But Iida also tends to be blind to emotional undercurrents. In one of the light novels, he accidentally pisses Todoroki off by telling him off for how he refers to his father. When he visited Todoroki in his room on Troy, he also made a well-meaning but misplaced comparison between their families.

However, a few of them did take notice of Todoroki’s complicated family life, e.g. Kirishima (Todoroki didn't hide much in BNHA's supplementary works). I headcanon that Uraraka and Asui were also among those, who at least picked up on the fact that Todoroki had grown up in a very strict environment. Thus, they tried extra hard to include him in their conversations and activities. This might have contributed to Todoroki warming up to the rest of the class much faster than he might have done otherwise.

[lumiolivier]

Dried Ink

Series: My Hero Academia

Chapter: One Shot

Word Count: 1568

Rating: General

Pairing(s): Inko Midoriya/Hisashi Midoriya, maybe BakuDeku if you squint hard enough.

A one shot of how the story could've ended.

Things had finally settled down.  The dust from the war had come to its end.  All was…Well, there were some left standing.  And they had themselves to thank for it.  Along with the help of a few pros.  Some felt that sentiment more than others.  And within their chests all beat the hearts of heroes.  After the war was over, Nezu had decided that perhaps it’d be best for the UA students who had just fought in a war they didn’t ask to fight in to have a little time off.  And of course, Izuku Midoriya, being the Mama’s boy he is, went straight home.  He couldn’t leave his mother worried anymore.

“Mom?” Izuku walked in with the nice little Bakugo boy from down the road trailing behind him, “I’m home!”

“Izuku!” Inko came barreling from the living room and practically tackled her baby in the door.  Because Izuku had been out of the hospital for a couple days.  A good sneeze would send him back.  Why not? “I’m so happy to see you, baby…”

“It’s good to see you, too, Mom…” Izuku murmured into his mother’s shoulder.  As bone crushing as it was, he wasn’t going to fight her.  He loved seeing his mother happy again. 

“You ok, Izuku?” Katsuki looked down at him, offering a hand.

“Yeah,” Izuku gladly accepted as he pulled himself back to his feet, “I’m good, Kacchan.  I think.”

“Katsuki…” Inko held out her arms, “Don’t think you’re walking away from me.”

“Of course not,” Katsuki fell into Inko’s arms, melting in her warmth, “It’s good to see you, too, Auntie.”

“I’m so happy you’re both here!” Inko could hardly hold herself together, “I’m going to go make some tea.  You two want anything?”

“We’re good,” Izuku shot her down, making his way to the couch.  His body ached and all he wanted was somewhere comfortable, “But thank you.”

“You picked a good time to come around again,” Inko smiled, pouring herself some tea, “Because I have a little surprise for you.”

“For me?” Izuku wondered, “Mom, you didn’t have to go through the trouble.”

“Who said I went through any trouble?” Inko sat in her chair, looking over at Katsuki leaning against the wall, “You know, Katsuki, you’re more than welcome to sit down.”

“I laid in a hospital for three weeks,” Katsuki pointed out, “I’ve been forced to take it easy.  Trust me.  I’m alright, Auntie.  I’m good with standing for a while.”

“Alright,” Inko let it go, shuddering at the thought of her boys in the hospital.  At the days when she wasn’t allowed to visit.  At the days where she wouldn’t hear a word from the doctors, “But can we not bring up the H word?  I’d really appreciate it.”

“Fine by me,” Katsuki agreed.

“I can do that, too,” Izuku nodded, “So, what’s my surprise, Mom?”

“I can’t tell you,” Inko beamed, “Or that would ruin it.  We have someone very special coming who should be here any minute.”

“Is it All Might?” Izuku asked, “Because I just saw him the other day.  He says to say hi, by the way.”

“That’s sweet of him,” Inko melted inside, “He really is a good man, that Toshinori…”

“Hey, Mom,” Izuku bit the inside of his cheek, bracing himself for whatever came next, “When I was training with All Might…And he’d come and visit you sometimes…Nothing ever…Happened with you two, did it?”

“With Toshinori and me?” Inko cocked her head.  Until she figured out what her baby was trying to say, “Oh, Izuku, honey, no.  Nothing ever happened with us.  Toshinori and I just had a friendship.  Besides, I’m still married.  I wouldn’t do that.”

“Um…Auntie…”

“Shut it, Kacchan…” Izuku shot him a quick glare, knowing what words were about to come out of his mouth.

“It’s not All Might,” Inko assured him, “It’s someone else.”

“Well,” Izuku thought back, “I’m pretty sure Mr. Aizawa’s still in the assisted wing of the Hospital.  All our classmates are back home.  Who’s coming over?”

“Inko?” a voice called from the front door, “Is he here yet?”

“In here, sweetheart,” Inko couldn’t smile any bigger. 

And Izuku’s head whipped around so hard, he could hear his neck snap.  A man stood in the kitchen with a grocery bag and put it on the counter.  One that Izuku hadn’t seen in a very, very long time.  He wasn’t sure what to say.  He wasn’t sure what to do.  He could barely formulate a thought.  But he could manage to choke one word out.

“…Dad?”

“No shit…” Katsuki gasped, “He actually has…”

“Izuku…” the man clutched his chest, “Look at you…You got so big…”

“Dad!” Izuku threw himself into his father’s shoulder and hugged him tight, “You’re home!  I knew you’d come back!  Everyone always said you were gone for good and you started a new life in America and you had a new family and you abandoned us because I didn’t have a quirk and that made me not good enough to be your son, but you’re here and you’re back!”

“I’m back, Izuku,” Hisashi Midoriya had finally come home to his wife and his son, who was beyond lucky to be alive, “I’m so glad you’re ok.  I heard about the Meta Liberation War here and…Well, when I saw you were the one leading the charge…I couldn’t have been prouder.  I told everyone at work that was my boy.  And my boy was the one to lead all those pros into the biggest battle the world has ever seen.  And you won…You won, Izuku.”

“I sure did, Dad…” Izuku wept in Hisashi’s shoulder, “We won…I couldn’t have done it alone, but we did it…WE saved the world.”

“Hold on,” Katsuki chimed in, “You’re really him?”

“And you must be Katsuki,” Hisashi smiled a bit.

“You can call me Dynamight,” Katsuki scoffed at him.  There’s no way this guy is Hisashi Midoriya.  And if he is, he’s got a lot of fucking nerve showing up here after being gone so long.  He’s got a lot of explaining to do.

“Dynamight?” Hisashi thought back, remembering the name from the news, “Hold on…I thought you were…”

“Dead?” Katsuki rolled his eyes, “Yeah.  So did I.  It didn’t agree with me.  And here I am.  Now, back to you.  Where the hell have you been?”

“Katsuki!” Inko hushed him, “That was rude.”

“I think I have every right to ask,” Katsuki stood his ground, “Because I know Izuku’s not going to.”

“I told you already, Kacchan,” Izuku settled him, “He was working overseas.”

“And I was working overseas,” Hisashi confirmed, “Sit.  I’ll explain everything.”

“I’m good, thanks,” Katsuki snapped at him.

“So, Dad,” Izuku sat back down, leaving an open spot on the couch, “What were you doing in America?”

“I’ve been a Mangaka for the last ten years,” Hisashi explained, “I started working on a series when you were little, Izuku.  Around the time of your quirk appointment.  When your mother and I Found out you were quirkless, naturally, I wasn’t thrilled about it, but we still had you.  Quirk or no quirk.  But I sat in my studio in our old house and started sketching out what you would look like as a pro hero.  I drew you so many times.  I drew you in one of All Might’s hero costumes, but because you were four, it was a little big on you.  I’m glad to see you grew into it…But that led me to think what things would be like if you did become All Might.  If you had a quirk.  And I drew that. 

“One panel led to a couple storyboards.  A couple storyboards turned into a few manga panels.  And I sent those into my publisher and a rough draft of a storyline.  And she said to come into her office that morning.  And it ended up getting serialized.  I wasn’t expecting it to get so popular so fast.  And I could feel it.  The fan base, although very passionate about what I was writing and drawing about you, were a lot to handle.  I didn’t want you and your mother getting caught up in the crossfire.  So, I moved to America to work on it some more.”

“Really?” Katsuki kept his defenses up, “That’s your lame ass excuse?  Look, I’ve been in the manga trenches for a long time.  I’ve never heard of any mangaka named Hisashi Midoriya.”

“And you’re not going to,” Hisashi went on, “I wasn’t stupid.  With my series getting popular, I wanted to keep my family protected.  I wanted to make sure they weren’t going to be the targets of the crazy side of the fan base.  Not to mention, myself.  They didn’t need to come looking for me either.  So, I wrote under a pen name.  I kept sending Inko money to make sure she and Izuku could keep this apartment and so Izuku could go to UA and so everything was taken care of here.  But now…That baby is all done.  I’m not writing anymore.  And I think I’ll come back here to stay for a while.  That is, if you’ll have me.”

“Of course!” Izuku wrapped himself around his father’s arm, “By the way, Dad, you said you wrote under a pen name, right?”

“That’s right.”

“What was it?” Izuku asked, “Maybe Kacchan has heard of you.”

And Hisashi simply smiled, “Kohei Horikoshi.”

[ironwoman18]

Rather Be - Part 13

Trigger Warning Alert: 

There will be some trigger warning about abuse relationships and rape. Those are my thoughts about why Melinda Desmond looks at her kids and her husband.

Chapter 13: Family Day 

“Good morning my dear students” said Mr Henderson looking at each other “I would like to let you know that this weekend we will be celebrating a special day... The family day”

All the kids looked excited and smiled at that, then Mr. Henderson continued “Mrs. Desmond and the women of the National Political Party will be organizing activities but the rest of the families must bring food and drinks and they can share with others. There will be a barbecue grill so you can bring meat, pork and chicken to share with all your classmates and families." They all looked happy and excited about it and started to chat about what they would do.

Damian knew his father wouldn't be present since he only attended those imperial students’ reunions, not a family day. Anya read this and felt sad for him. She knows how important his father is for the second son so not having him there was hard for him.

He noticed her staring at him and blushed hard and she looked around. Becky was delighted at this thinking Anya was thinking about having a good day around him so she, as her best friend, should plan something for it, like that chapter in Berlint in Love where the girl managed to meet her love interest in a secret place to have a romantic moment.

“Becky is so weird...” thought Anya rolling her eyes.

At night and back home with her parents she shared the news and of course Yor was excited “Oh my...!!! That sounds like so much fun. I will talk to Melinda to see if she needs help”

Loid’s thoughts were more towards the mission and how Yor’s involvement will help Operation Strix.

“That's amazing Yor, you should contact her and see if you both can organize it with the women of her party” he said from the kitchen.

“Daddy is always thinking about the mission... How exciting!” Thought Anya with shining eyes.

The dinner went by as usual. They ate and chatted about their day. Mostly Yor and Anya, Loid made a couple of comments here and there.

Anya knew everything about his little mission finding some information about a man who was plotting to expose some confidential documents about a politician’s bad dental health and Yor had to kill a man who was a traitor journalist. A typical Tuesday day for the Forger family.

The rest of the week went by quickly. Yor got in contact with Melinda and they were working together, they even convinced Loid to be the one in charge of the barbecue. He played it hard but was happy to meet her and have the first encounter at his door to reach his objective.

By Saturday morning the women were at the school campus preparing everything. With the help of Loid and some of their older sons they were able to finish in time for the other families to arrive and the day officially began. 

There were some really fun activities. Loid watched his wife playing volleyball with the other women and was impressed by it. He knew she was very athletic but it always amazed him how good she is at sports.

Then they forced him to play with the other men and of course he was wiping the floor with them.

“Wow Yor... Your husband is not only handsome and a good cook but also good at sports too” said Melinda while drinking water.

“Yes he's like the perfect man...” Said Yor and Melinda felt envy by the way her eyes seemed so... In love with her husband? She wished she could speak about her husband like she does.

But maybe it's because they had been married for about a year so that's why they were so in love but she never felt like it, it felt even like been raped everytime she was with Donovan, he wasn't gently or nice with her. She was just his “heir producer” as he once called her in a family reunion.

She hated him and everytime she looked at her sons she saw him in them and she felt a mix of love and disgust towards them.

She took a deep breath and looked back at the game. Loid's team was winning by a lot and the final point was an ace point by him.

Yor approached him and handed him a bottle of water and they talked under Melinda’s stare. Yor seemed so happy with him and she was happy that, at least, one of her friends was happy with her husband.

Then Loid returned to cook and the women started to give people plates with the meat, chicken or pork with a salad and baked potatoes to the other families. 

Henderson was impressed by his abilities, which were very elegant. And he could notice how happy he seemed when he looked at his wife. Sometimes he imagined that if Martha weren't sent to war, he would definitely look at her that way as his wife. 

He noticed the love Loid has for his wife and daughter, it was so elegant that he had the non elegant feeling of envy... He, an old man, envies the happiness of this young man with his wife and kid.

The teacher sighed and looked down, rubbing his hair softly and wiped out some tears of his eyes. He should be thankful, she was alive, she survived the war and that's only that matters to him.

Some other parents were playing with their kids after eating and others were offering desserts for the kids and some adults were also accepting them.

Everyone was happy to share time together and thankfully, for Anya, Becky forgot about her and Damian and just played with her, Bond and Becky's little dog.

Yor even had time to take photos of her family having fun, in the following days she will get them revealed and added the cuter ones to her personal collection.

Loid, on the other hand, made sure to chat with some politicians and important people from Ostania in case he ever needed information, after all it was his bigger mission.

The rest of the day Melinda planned more activities for the families, and at night they closed the family day with fireworks. This time Anya enjoyed them with her mom and dad and she couldn't be happier.

On their way home Anya fell asleep and so did Bond.

“Did you have fun, Loid?” She asked, smiling.

“A lot of fun. You and Mrs. Desmond did a great job planning everything” she blushed softly at his words.

“Thank you, we did our best to make it as fun as we could” she smiled big “so I'm glad our mission was completed”

He chuckled softly and said “Someone had been watching to many reruns of Bondman with Anya” he said, teasing with her, when she was about to answer him he held her hand softly, interlocking their fingers softly, as he drove and said “you completed the mission and I'm proud of you” he gave her the most honest smiles she ever saw on his face and she was melting by how beautiful it was. The husband was proud of her effort and he appreciates it.

“I...I'm glad you think you. I might keep in contact with her for more of these activities” he smiled more, this time the spy was pleased to hear it since it was his plan C and Yor was playing it to perfection.

They arrived home and while Yor laid Anya in bed and Bond returned to sleep on her bedroom's floor, Loid took a long and most needed shower.

Then it was her turn and when she was done, both of them went to sleep but before, she leaned into him and she gave him a small yet meaningful kiss on the cheek but this one was different, first it was closer to his lips and second it felt different, something neither of them understood or were aware of but others were noticing, they were falling in love slowly.

OOooOOooOO

Hope you liked this one short but I think it's a wider view of how someone noticed that Yor was, indeed, falling for Loid.

And Mr. Henderson also noticed Loid happy with his family and also that he loved them. But after all, our dear spy will never notice it on his own.

[celestiall0tus]

Tales of Bloody Bug and Chat Noir - Chapter 33 - Frozer

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            Alix grumbled as she put on a pair of ice skates. She glanced around at her classmates and plus some doing the same. They all excitedly chatted while she fumed. Chloe chatted with everyone before she sat down beside Alix.

            “You ready for this?”

            “Can I say no and still leave?” Alix asked.

            “Oh, come on. You can’t leave now. You already told Adrien you’d do this.”

            Alix mumbled and crossed her arms. She sank back in her seat as she regretted agreeing to this charade. Chloe rolled her eyes and saw to everyone else while Adrien sat beside her.

            “Hey, thank you again, for coming along. I know it’s not exactly your cup of tea, but I appreciate it still,” Adrien said.

            “Said after you begged me to come along despite my clear disdain for the very idea of all this.”

            “Oh, come on! It’s a little fun, right? Besides, Chloe’s in charge of this. Everything should be fine.

            “If she’s in charge, then she has the power to exclude Kagami, Lila, and Marinette.”

            “True, but I sorta asked her to not exclude Kagami and Lila. Marinette, well, I can’t explain that. Maybe they, and I mean Marinette’s friends, hope to help her?”

            “They have more faith in her than I ever could.”

            “You don’t have a lot of faith in anyone.”

            “Exactly, but those three particularly. I mean, fuck. Lila isn’t going to attend because of her whole ‘affair’ with Bloody Bug. Kagami is thoroughly brainwashed and conditioned. Marinette, well, at least she has people she can count on.”

            “Well, Sabrina did point out that we should give people second chances to be better, and that everyone has the potential to be better. So, I told Chloe to give them those chances. Oh! And I’ve also brought a special friend.”

            “Oh? Who would that be?”

            Adrien turned as Felix took a seat next to him.

            “Alix,” Felix said.

            “Felix. Been a while,” Alix remarked.

            “Yes, well, get used to it.”

            Alix hummed when Chloe blew her whistle, getting everyone’s attention. “Thank you all for meeting me here. As you all know, I’m hosting a Valentine’s dance for couples, and polycules, this Valentine’s Day. You’re all here because you losers need some help, so here I am to play your cupid. Now, let’s begin! I want to see you guys pair off and hit the ice. Any left behind will be matched based on my expert opinion.”

            Everyone exchanged glances before people paired off. Nino and Alya, Juleka and Rose, and Mylene and Ivan were amongst the first. Luka and Marinette were pulled out onto the ice alongside them.

            Alix tsked. “I don’t envy Luka, but good on him.”

            “What do you mean?”

            “Huh? Oh, he has a crush on Marinette.”

            “He does? I thought he had a crush on you?”

            “I guess he has one on each of us. In all honesty, I’d rather he just be interested in Marinette. Being with me could be… messy.”

            “I don’t think he minds who you are, Alix.”

            “It’s not that. It’s just, well, I’m aromantic. At least, that’s what Juleka and Rose said it’s called. And I agree with them.”

            “I’m sorry, but that’s this ‘aromantic’ thing you bring up?” Felix asked.

            “It just means that I don’t experience romantic attraction. From what I’ve gathered on my own, there are many different types of aromantics. I’m still not completely sure where I fall, I just know that I don’t care for romance, don’t understand it’s finer points, but also do want companionship.”

            Felix and Adrien exchanged glances before Kagami arrived. Kagami glared down at Alix, before she looked at Adrien. Alix snarled until she noticed Felix’s wide, enchanted eyes that were fixated on Kagami.

            “Let’s go, Adrien,” Kagami ordered.

            “Ah, well, you see, I-,” Adrien started.

            Felix stood up. “Please, I beseech you, skate with me instead.”

            Kagami’s brow furrowed as she took a step back. “Excuse me?”

            “Your ebony hair that illuminates with shades of blue is reminiscent of the night sky under a full moon in its silver, resplendent glory. The freckles that adorn your beautiful skin are like stars painted on the night canvas. And your eyes are like a low, inviting fire out of the silvery mist of darkness. They call out like a siren sings to her victims, beckoning all who dare gaze upon you in until they are ensnared by your ferocity. You are the night and the moon personified. Please allow me to be your Sun.”

            Adrien’s eyes sparkled at Felix’s poetry while Alix made gagging noises. A slight blush formed on Kagami’s cheeks before it vanished.

            “Fine, but just this once.”

            Felix beamed as Kagami led him onto the ice.

            “That was beautiful,” Adrien whispered.

            “That was sickening,” Alix retorted.

            “What? But-!”

            “Uh, Adrien?” Sabrina interrupted.

            Alix and Adrien turned to look at Sabrina.

            “Hey, Rin. What’s up?”

            Alix raised a brow when she saw Sabrina blush.

            “You… you wouldn’t mind if we skated, would you?”

            Adrien lit up. “I’d love to!”

            Alix watched Adrien head onto the ice with Sabrina. Alix smiled, happy for him, but that happiness was soured by a gnawing envy. She frowned as she looked around to see nearly everyone had hit the ice save for her, Kim, and Chloe. Chloe turned towards her when Kim moved in and stole her away towards the ice.

            Alix watched everyone skate around the rink. She sighed as loneliness ate away at her and tore her apart. She took off her skates, returned them to the front desk, and left. She headed away from the building as Tikki and Ziggy poked her back. She grumbled as she put in an earbud, flashed her phone, and put it in her hoodie pocket.

            “What do you want?” Alix asked.

            “What’s wrong? You seemed happy, but then you weren’t,” Tikki pointed out.

            “It’s nothing. I just… I didn’t want to be that freak that’s always alone while everyone has fun. That’s all.”

            “Well, why not join the skating anyway? Who says you need to have a partner?” Ziggy asked.

            “That’s not how it works. Besides, I… I don’t know. It may not be bad to have someone as a companion. Not that I’ll ever have that.”

            “Why not?” Tikki pressed.

            “Yeah, why not? You seem to have plenty of options available,” Ziggy added.

            “It’s… it’s not like that. I can’t go to any of them. I don’t… I don’t want to give them false hope or lead them on, or whatever.”

            “What do you mean?” Ziggy asked.

            “I… I don’t know. I just… a lot of things are changing. I’m starting to, I dunno, want things I never did before.”

            “Like wanting a boyfriend or girlfriend?” Tikki asked.

            “Please, don’t use those terms. They make me feel… icky. Use companion. It feels… better.”

            “Ok. So, does this include wanting a companion?”

            “I… I think so.”

            “But don’t you have a lot of companions already?” Ziggy asked.

            “I have friends, and I love them dearly, but I also want a little something more. I want someone who’d accept me, all of me.”

            “I don’t understand. Don’t you have that already? I mean, you have Adrien, Rose, Mylene, Ivan, and so many others. Are they not enough?” Tikki questioned.

            “Not… not like them. They’re friends, but I don’t want them. They accept all of me that they can, but I want something that will accept all of me. Do you understand?”

            Tikki hummed and shook her head.

            Ziggy considered, then gasped. “Oh! I think I do! Don’t worry, Alix. They’re called hormones. They’ll pass in time.”

            Alix pinched the bridge of her nose. She opened her mouth when a scream tore through the air. She turned around to see everything was covered in ice. Her heart dropped seeing the people caught in it turned into ice statues. She ducked into an alleyway, transformed into Bloody Bug, and took to the rooftops. She hovered above the ground with her skates as she surveyed the area. The entire city had been transformed into an icy wonderland with everything turned to ice. She jumped down from the roof when a blur ran past her. She lost her balance but regained it as she faced against an ice-skating villain.

            “Who are you? What do you want?”

            “I am Frozer and I’m here to ice over your world.”

            Bloody Bug pulled out her yo-yo and braced herself as Frozer advanced. She dodged his attack and threw her yo-yo at him. He slapped away the yo-yo when a lasso ensnared him. She furrowed her brow as he was lifted off the ground and dangled from the rooftop.

            Bloody Bug looked past him at a girl dressed up in a deep gray-brown cowgirl ensemble with a white shirt with an eagle on it, yellow face bandana that covered only her mouth, white, messy short hair, and yellow cowgirl boots. The cowgirl tied off Frozer and jumped down. The cowgirl tipped her hat to Bloody Bug.

            “Howdy, pardner. Name’s Outlaw. I reckon your that famous red bug I’ve been hearing all ‘bout,” Outlaw said in English with an American, southern voice.

            Bloody Bug’s face scrunched up in confusion. She opened her mouth, shut it, and held up a finger for Outlaw to wait. She moved over to Frozer, inspected him, before she destroyed his ice skates, and released the Akuma. She caught it, purified it, and released it. The ice that covered Paris evaporated as Frozer reverted to Philippe, the figure skating trainer at the ice rink she was at earlier.

            “What happened? Where am I? Why am I tied up?” Philippe asked.

            “You were akumatized. What happened?” Bloody Bug asked.

            “Huh? Oh, right! Andre Bourgeois was going to shut down my ice rink to build a gym for his wife, Audrey Bourgeois. The only way I could stop him was if I got someone to sign up for my lessons. And, as luck would have it, there were a whole selection of people to ask, but no one wanted to sign up.”

            Bloody Bug opened her mouth when she heard Outlaw grumble in English about Audrey Bourgeois and the horrible person she was. She pursed her lips then shook her head before she let Philippe down.

            “Head back to the rink, Philippe. I know someone there who might be able to turn things around for you.”

            “Really? Who?” Philippe asked.

            “Can’t ruin the surprise now. Hurry back.”

            Philippe nodded and headed off. Bloody Bug sighed and turned to Outlaw.

            “Thanks for the assist, Outlaw. Always happy to see others rise to the call of action,” Bloody Bug said in English.

            Outlaw stared blankly at Bloody Bug before her eyes widened. “Wait, you actually speak English? Hell yeah! What did you think? Was I heroic enough?”

            “You were amazing. I hope to see more of your heroics, Outlaw.”

            Outlaw bounced around happily. “Hell yeah! I don’t get to do shit like this back home. Granted, the ‘real’ heroes take on the baddies. So, I give them a little trouble before I help. I know they hate me, but they also love me.”

            “Well, you’re welcome to help as much as you please while you’re here.”

            Outlaw whooped and hollered. “You bet I will! This was too much fun not to.”

            “I’m glad. As for now, I have to get going. I need to see to something else.”

            “Ditto. Later, Bug!”

            Bloody Bug and Outlaw parted ways. Bloody Bug headed back to the ice rink, de-transformed, and grabbed a pair of ice skates again. She slipped back into the rink and put on the skates while everyone else checked on each other. She glanced up as Adrien noticed her and started towards her when Philippe returned.

            Alix took a deep breath and headed for the rink’s entrance. Chloe, Rose, Adrien, and Luka rushed to check on her. She ignored their fussing and held out her hand. They all stopped and exchanged confused glances.

            “Look, I’m helping someone out. I need a partner for a demonstration, the rink cleared, and as many people to record this as possible. So, who wants to suffer my company for this?”

            Chloe, Rose, Adrien, and Luka exchanged glances before they each reached to grab Alix’s hand. Adrien got to Alix’s hand first and she held it fast. She guided him to the middle of the rink while everyone else emptied it and sat on the sidelines to watch. She ignored everyone else and searched for Philippe, who stood near the exit and watched with bated breath.

            “So, what’s really going on?” Adrien whispered.

            “That man was akumatized. The mayor threatened to take away the ice rink if he couldn’t get someone to sign up for his classes. When he couldn’t, well, you know.”

            “Oh! I get it. So, we’re putting on a demonstration to get people to sign up, right? But how are we going to do that when we aren’t figure skaters?”

            Alix grinned and led Adrien around the rink. She gave herself a couple warmup laps to readjust and refamiliarize herself. She took a deep breath and led Adrien through a basic couple figure skating routine with simple twists, spins, and lifts.

            “Woah, Alix, I didn’t realize you knew how to skate like this. I mean, I knew you could skate, but isn’t ice skating something entirely different?” Adrien asked.

            “It is, but I had the best coach. My mom.”

            “Wait, really?”

            “Yeah. She’s a big reason I started skating, and why I stopped ice skating.”

            “What happened?”

            Alix took a deep breath. “We used to come to this rink and she’d just skate. I often watched her skate her worries and problems away. I watched the ice listen to her unspoken words and everything melted away. I loved seeing it all vanish and the moment she became one with the ice. She was incredible.”

            Adrien giggled. “I see why you always tend to skate when you’re angry or bothered.”

            “Yeah, I guess so. But I took more to roller skating than ice skating, but I still learned for her. For that chance to experience what she did on the ice. To move as she did, let everything fade away, and for there to nothing except you and the ice. I admit, I have that with roller skating. But being back on the ice, something feels… different. Bittersweet.”

            “Well, why did you stop ice skating?”

            “When her health started to decline, and she couldn’t skate. I kept it up because I loved doing it and she loved to watch me. She got Philippe to keep my lessons, but we stopped that because it wasn’t the same for me. It wasn’t her that was teaching me. When her health plummeted and she could go anywhere, I stopped ice skating and just stuck with roller skating.”

            “Did you miss this?”

            Alix considered. She blocked out the murmurs that buzzed in the rink and focused on everything else. The silence filled with the scraping of skates on ice, the chill that rushed around her but never got to her, and the serenity and peace she felt rising within her being on skates. Tears fell from her eyes.

            “I did. I really did. I loved this, but I let her death stop me.”

            Adrien squeezed Alix’s hand. “It wasn’t her death. You were just grieving, Alix. She meant the world to you, and she still does. But I think the greatest way you can honor her memory is to reclaim what you loved. Starting with this. Show me the bliss of the ice you both shared.”

            Adrien let go of Alix and skated to the entrance of the rink. He gave her a thumbs up while he remained on the ice. She took a deep breath and stared up at the ceiling. Silence fell over her audience as they waited for her.

            “Tikki, Ziggy, get in the hoodie pocket,” Alix murmured.

            Alix felt Tikki and Ziggy move through her into the pocket. She shook off the sensation as she tore off her hoodie. She shuddered at the cold that nipped and wrapped around her bare arms and right shoulder. She took a step, then another as she skated up to Adrien and tossed him her hoodie and cap. They shared a look and a nod before she turned back to the rink.

            Alix took a deep breath as she skated forward. She started with simple spins and jumps before she took off around the rink like she was in a roller rink. She felt the rush of the cold as she raced around that ebbed away as she moved into elegant twirls and risky jumps. The cold disappeared and she closed her eyes, losing herself to the world she lost once again.

            Alix felt a peace she hadn’t felt since her mother fell ill. A peace that she couldn’t achieve with her roller skating, which only eased her anger. Here on the ice, there was stillness. She found the ice listened to her and melted away her problems, just as it did for her mother. She smiled and let the tears flow as she gave herself to the ice.

            Adrien watched in awe with everyone else as Alix put on an amazing display of figure skating. He saw a few people rush to Philippe to sign up for classes with Chloe amongst them. He was happy it worked, but he was happier for Alix. She felt calmer, happier, at ease. Even as he saw her cry, he wasn’t worried. She was at peace.

            Alix brought her skating to an end and rejoined Adrien by the entrance. She stood still until she hugged him. He returned the hug and held her close.

            “You were amazing, sis.”

            “Thanks, bro. That felt… that felt great.”

            “Wanna ditch and get ice cream?”

            Alix snorted and laughed. “Alright, let’s go.”

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Hi! ❤️ can you do a Marilyn x fem student reader, where the reader doesn't talk because she stutters? Maybe the reader loves botany and so spends a lot of time with Marilyn and they get closer, the reader actually speaks one day and nearly cries because she's afraid Marilyn will make fun of her stutter but Marilyn wraps her in her arms and holds her and they fall more and more in love with each other. One day as they're walking down a hallway, Marilyn excitedly talking about some new strain of mushrooms or whatever been discovered and reader is listening intently they walk past a couple of teachers who snidely says something mean about the normi teacher, Marilyn shakes it off but reader gets angry and confronts the shocked teachers, telling them off not realizing she drawn a crowd (because omg, reader can actually talk!) No one at Nevermore but Marilyn knew she could talk so it's spectacle. When reader realizes the whole school heard her stutter she freaks out and runs away into the woods until she trips, falls and breaks her leg. Tyler as the Hyde finds her and gently brings her back to the Gates manor where a worried Marilyn/Laurel is. Laurel fawns over reader, taking care of her, love confessions are made and Laurel decides to keep reader away from Nevermore and her plans to kill all the outcasts, because reader is different and most importantly hers.

Thank you so so so much in advance! ❤️

Yessss Here it is!!! I hope you like it and sorry about the language mistakes!!! :))))

Don't speak

Pairing: Marilyn Thornhill/ Laurel Gates x Fem, Student! Reader

Warnings: Hurt & comfort, dark intentions, fluff, stuttering…

Word count: 4,208

Summary: You don’t speak, you don’t want to, you’re afraid of what they said about you, but there is someone special and maybe you can speak to her

 N/A: Requests are open!!! Sorry about the delays, I’m working hard on your requests. I love you all!!!

“Now we just need to wait for it to grow,” Marilyn told you, proudly contemplating the plant you had planted.

It was very common for you to spend the afternoons in the conservatory with your teacher. You loved plants and it was an effective way to escape from the social relationships that terrified you so much. You weren't afraid to make friends, or get close to someone. The only problem is that you didn't speak. You weren't mute, you could do it, but after years of laughing and mocking, you decided to shut up forever, for your own good. You stuttered since you were a little girl, you couldn't help it. You were embarrassed to do it and staying silent was a shield for your self-esteem.

No teacher or classmate of yours gave it importance. They thought you just couldn't talk. Everyone there seemed to want nothing to do with you. Perhaps they believed that if you didn't speak you would have nothing to contribute to them.

Fortunately, there was someone who seemed to understand you. Marilyn Thornhill, your botany teacher, never ignored you, or treated you like an idiot or someone unable to communicate. Your common love for plants made your relationship to gain trust. You no longer spent the afternoons alone in your room, or isolated in a corner, reading a book. Now you spent them with her.

Deluding yourself into thinking that Marilyn was just a friendly teacher was a frequent thought on your mind. Your whole body trembled when you saw her, when you heard her talk about plants. You had nothing to lose by secretly loving her. She was the only thing that mattered to you in that strange academy, and quietly enjoying her company was all you could ask for.

You looked at the desk, where there was an important jar that the redhead forgot to put on the dirt. You picked it up, drawing her attention.

“Oh, how clueless I am, thank you very much, (Y/N). Surely we could wait forever without anything growing. I don't know where my mind is.”

Marilyn reached out for the jar and accidentally brushed her fingers against yours. You were about to turn your head, to prevent the growing blush on your cheeks from being noticed by the redhead.

“Now it's perfect. We make a good team, don't you think?” She asked, winking at you while she put that pot in another place. You nodded effusively with a smile. “I wish your classmates had the same enthusiasm for botany as you.”

You kept smiling, not really knowing what to do next. The redhead removed her gloves and leaned next to you on the desk, sighing. You looked at her curious and embarrassed for having her so close to you.

“I have always thought that plants have extraordinary powers,” she began to say, contemplating all the species that were in that place. You nodded, agreeing with that opinion. “I knew you would agree.”

You smiled again, trying not to be as expressive as you could. The trust you had could be severely affected if she somehow found out how you truly felt about her.

“Anyway, I like to spend this time with you, (Y/N),” she told you with a soft, kind voice.

“M, me, too.”

You widened your eyes. You just spoke without meaning to. The words came out of your mouth as if they hadn't asked for permission. Quickly your legs trembled and the blush on your cheeks increased. You began to feel nervous, embarrassed for having brought your particular problem to light.

You backed away from the desk, scared, tears in your eyes. You expected ridicule, laughter, pity. You didn't want to hear it, not from her. You turned around, ready to run out of that place and not look back. Marilyn grabbed your wrist, preventing you from escaping.

“Ple, please, I have to, to, go,” you said sobbing, blaming yourself for continuing to talk.

The redhead pulled you until you were right in front of her. She seemed a little abrupt to you, but her eyes held neither mockery, nor laughter, nor pity. It was a different glow.

“Hey honey, why do you want to go?” She asked, wiping away the tears that were beginning to flow from your eyes.

“I…I…” You said nervously.

“What’s wrong? You have a beautiful voice,” she said to you, smiling, moving a lock of hair from behind your ear. You looked up, surprised by those words.

“W, what?” You asked, stunned.

“Don't be afraid, (Y/N), you don't have to hide, not with me,” she told you while she affectionately grabbed your waist.

That was too much for you, you didn't even think about the shame you felt for having shown your stuttering. Her hands on your waist were something much more important.

“I al, always know they laughed, at, at me, for stu, stu…” You said with great difficulty.

“Stutter?” Marilyn finished the sentence for you. You agreed. “Oh honey, don't worry about it.”

You leaned into her, and she immediately hugged you, comforting you as you cried to admit your problem.

“It’s okay, (Y/N), it's okay…” She whispered to you. “I'm never going to judge you.”

You looked up to meet her eyes again.

“They al, always laugh, at, at me, for, for not, tal, talking” you said trembling, enjoying her tender and understanding embrace.

“Who?” She asked softly.

“The, they…” You said, pointing towards the conservatory door. Marilyn frowned, looking in the direction you were pointing, where a group of students could be made out.

The redhead shook her head and hugged you even tighter.

“Always with the weak ones…” She whispered slightly, perhaps thinking that you weren't listening.”-Is that why you don't speak honey? For fear of being laughed at?”

You agreed. She snorted, but she didn't stop hugging you. You were going through hell, but at that moment you felt like you were in heaven.

From that day on, your relationship went even closer. You no longer only spent the afternoons in the conservatory. Now Marilyn would take you on walks in the woods, showing you types of plants that grew there. You were no longer worried about stuttering in front of her, in fact, you had managed to pronounce some sentences without stuttering. You were happy, and she seemed happy with you. Sometimes you even had the impression that she was somehow trying to suppress the affection she felt for you. It was probably just your imagination.

“It’s a type of fungus that is not usually seen around here, it is a truly extraordinary discovery,”the redhead commented to you, while you were walking through the patio.

You nodded, since you still didn't dare to speak in public, and you gestured for her to continue telling you what she had discovered.

“Formerly it was used to prevent pests from devouring the crops but over time they realized that it was poisonous, apparently a bit late,” she told you amused. You laughed shyly next to her.

You passed by two teachers. One of them nudged the other to make him look in your direction.

“They take longer to take out the trash,” he said, just when you passed by them.

Marilyn's face changed, understanding that this disgusting comment was directed towards her. You also became serious, but you tried not to look at them.

“Yes, they will have to put a “Normanic” trashcan,” the other one said, both laughing scandalously.

Your blood boiled and you stopped walking. You were aware of the problems Marilyn had with the other teachers. You couldn't understand it. She was good, nice, kind. You couldn't understand the reason for the constant teasing. You were about to explode.

The redhead put a hand on your back for you to continue walking. You didn't move.

“Come on, (Y/N), don't give it any importance,” she whispered to you. Your eyes were narrowed and with a huff you pushed Marilyn's hand away and headed toward the two teachers.

“Hey! Yo, you!” You shouted, immediately earning their attention. They looked at you surprised. Naturally they never heard you speak.

There were more people in the quad who looked up at you. You were officially the muted one in Nevermore, and suddenly, you were talking.

“Yo, you ha, have, to, to apolo, apologize!” You yelled. You were so enraged that you didn't even stop to think about your stuttering.

“(Y/N), calm down, nothing's wrong,” Marilyn told you, resting a hand on your shoulder.

“No!, No, no, I, I can allo, allow that, that they make fun of, of you,” you said. The nerves you had and your anger didn't help at all.

“Wait, You can talk?” One of the teachers asked, crossing his arms.

“You are, you are su, such a horri, horrible people,” you said, desperate to say everything you were thinking at that moment.

“Be careful young lady, you're talking to your teachers,” the other man said, approaching you in a threatening manner.

“You, a, are the ones who say that the nor, normies don't accept yo, you!” You yelled, ignoring the warnings of who could be considered an authority for you within the school. “You are, you are wo, worse tha, than they!”

A curious murmur filled the quad. You soon realized what was happening around you. All your classmates were looking at you. They had formed a circle around you. Their eyes were accusing, curious.

Your chest rose and fell rapidly, looking frightened around you. The murmurs and whispers soon became daggers in your head. Surely everyone was talking about you, about that weird girl who didn't talk.

You couldn't take it. You needed to run away from there. This time you couldn't stop yourself, not even with Marilyn's screams desperately calling you.

A thunder gave way to a heavy rain, which fell on top of you while you ran without looking where. You cried in shame, while your feet began to splash in the mud.

You were walking away from school. There was no more asphalt, concrete. Now you were on fresh, sodden, slippery grass.

You distinguished trees passing by you, you were entering the woods and you didn't even care. You looked back for a second, just to make sure you were as far away from the school as possible, and that no one had followed you.

That was a big mistake. Your foot caught between a root, causing you to stumble with a crash and fall, burying your face in the mud.

“Fu, fuck…” You sighed, hitting the ground with your fist. You tried to get up, but you slipped several times. The mud kept you on the ground, but when you managed to get up, you realized something worse. You fell to the ground again when you put your foot down. The pain was terrifying, and your despair was already unbearable.

You were alone, in the middle of the forest. You didn't have a phone, you couldn't move. With no other choice, you stayed sitting in the mud, unable to stop crying.

After a short time, seeing how the rain did not want to stop and the sun began to abandon you too, you decided to pathetically drag yourself along the ground. Hopefully someone would pass by, and could help you.

After gasping after advancing a few meters, something moving behind you made you stop. Your hope lit up and you turned, gesturing with your arms.

“Hey! Is any, anyone the, there? I need help!” You yelled. There was no answer, just a deafening clap of thunder. “He, hello?” You sobbed.

You wished you hadn't screamed. A dark shadow emerged from among the trees. It looked like a bear, but it wasn't, not at all.

A hideous monster roared at the sight of you. Its eyes were large and its teeth menacing.

You didn't talk at Nevermore, but that didn't mean you had ears. You had heard rumors, people who claimed the existence of a horrible monster in the vicinity of the school. Nobody believed it possible, but you were a witness. Probably a witness who couldn't tell, who couldn't say anything, stuttering or not.

The beast was closing in on you, realizing that you were defenseless, that you could not escape. You curled up on the floor and closed your eyes, wishing that this was all a nightmare. Nothing happened.

“Ple…. Please…” You sobbed, looking over your hands. The monster growled, as if it was trying to carry on a conversation.

Slowly, it inched closer and closer, until it was right in front of you, breathing hard. You started to calm down. It didn't do anything to you, it just looked at you, like it was a cute puppy nodding its head. Your ankle was visibly sprained and the eyes of that animal rested on it, emitting a sound.

“I…I…, I can't, I can’t walk,” you said bravely, praying that it was a kind creature.

The monster crouched down and stretched out its arms towards you, never taking its hideous eyes from yours.

“Are you, are you taking me, me back to the, the school?” You asked, being picked up in the arms of the creature. The monster roared briefly, picking you up like a doll.

The rain prevented you from seeing clearly where it was taking you, but what was certain was that you were not going to Nevermore.

“Hey, where ar, are yo, you tak, taking me?” You asked, without getting any answer, of course.

The monster continued carrying you in its arms towards a quite remote and deserted area. There was only one house that seemed abandoned.

On the porch of that house you thought you saw someone you knew, but you didn't know who it was until the monster stopped in front of her.

“Ma, Ma, Marilyn...” You sighed confused when you saw the redhead, without any fear of that creature.

“Oh my God, (Y/N), thank goodness you're okay…” She whispered, moving closer to you. “Take her to my room, go,” she ordered.

You were too confused and your ankle hurt so much that you didn't stop to think why that horrible creature obeyed Marilyn.

You were taken into that house. It seemed that a long time had passed without anyone inhabiting it. You had too many questions, but you were afraid to ask them.

You entered a room that had nothing to do with the rest of the house. It was clean, tidy, as if time had not wanted to destroy it. That creature laid you down gently. You kept looking at it scared and your breathing was fast and irregular.

“Go downstairs. When you're dressed, I want you to come up here and tell me what happened, okay?”

You'd swear you saw that thing nod before leaving the room.

Marilyn had a towel in her hand and she immediately covered you with it. You were soaked and muddy, but you just wondered what was going on.

“Come here, honey, let me dry you a bit,” she told you, rubbing you with the towel.

“What, what, what’s hap, happening?” You asked with difficulty. “Where am I? W, what, was that thi, thing?”

“Shhh, relax honey. Not now,” she whispered to you in a maternal way. “You have to relax… You're with me, you're safe,” she told you, wiping your face.

Someone else appeared in the room. It was not that terrible monster, but a boy who looked familiar to you.

“Tell me what happened,” The redhead said to him. He nodded, looking at you pityingly.

“She was in the woods, she had fallen to the ground… It seemed that she couldn't move,” he explained.

Hearing him speak, you knew he was the guy from Jericho's cafeteria. You swallowed, you still didn't understand anything.

“Oh, my love, where have you hurt yourself?” She asked you scared, looking you up and down.

You slowly moved your leg up, where your swollen ankle stood out.

“Oh, my God, my poor girl…” She lamented, carefully touching the affected area. You hissed in pain.

“I, I don't under, understand,” You whispered, a little scared. It could be a dream, or a nightmare.

“Mmm, it doesn't look broken…” She murmured to herself, looking at your ankle. “In any case, something has to be done with this. Tyler, go run a hot bath.”

The boy obeyed and immediately left the room.

You couldn't control yourself. As soon as Tyler left the room, you jumped into the redhead's arms, sobbing uncontrollably. She didn't say anything, she just hugged you lovingly. You were like that, without speaking, until a knock on the door interrupted.

“It’s done, Laurel,” he said. You frowned.

“La, Laurel?” You asked, with a small voice. She shook her head.

“Come, let's give you a hot bath, you're covered in mud,” she said, completely ignoring your question. “Help me, Tyler.”

Between Marilyn and Tyler, you were led into what looked like an old-fashioned bathroom, lit with a flickering light. In the middle was a bathtub from which steam was coming out. They both sat you on a stool and the redhead went to check the temperature of the water.

“Okay, good boy,” she said, looking nonchalantly at Tyler, who nodded smilingly. “Wait outside.”

When the door closed, she looked at you tenderly again and bent down, removing your uniform jacket.

“Let's get these dirty clothes off you, okay, honey?” She told you. You made a clumsy movement to move away. You were scared to death and embarrassed. The words didn't come out. Marilyn smiled sweetly, but she continued with what she was doing.

“Don't be shy, (Y/N). There's no reason to feel ashamed, here we are just you and me,” she told you softly, now grabbing the edge of your shirt, also undoing your little tie.

“I, I'm sca, scared,” you managed to say. The redhead sighed and then she moved closer to you, giving you an unexpected kiss on the lips.

“Better now?” She told you, running her thumb over your cheek.

You were wide-eyed and you began to notice how your heart was beating too fast. That had been a kiss, a real one. You weren't in your bed daydreaming. The woman you loved had kissed you. You didn't feel able to say anything about it.

Slowly all your clothes were disappearing and your shame increased. As you could, you covered the most intimate parts of your body.

“Come, honey, get in the water, you'll see you feel better soon,” she said, helping you to get into the bathtub. “Stop covering yourself, you're beautiful,” she whispered in your ear.

The hot water was better than balm. All the dirt on your body began to disappear, mixing with the water. Marilyn stared at you for a moment, and then she picked up your clothes. You reached out your hand when you saw her take them away.

“My, my, clo, clothes,” you said.

“Don't worry about the clothes, honey. I’ll bring you clean clothes,” the redhead told you. You nodded and sank into the water, trying to relax.

You could hear a conversation behind the door.

“Here, leave them in the forest as I asked you.” You heard Marilyn say.

“Just like that?”

“No, break them, a bit, and fill them with blood, there's plenty in the basement.

“Yes, Laurel.”

A moment later, the redhead walked back into the bathroom, now wearing what looked like fresh clothes.

“How are you feeling, honey? Is the water to your liking?”

You nodded, but you felt strong enough to beg for an explanation.

“Ple, please… I don't, I don’t know what's happening,” you stammered, noticing how your eyes filled with tears. “Who is Laurel?”

Marilyn sat on the edge of the tub and stroked your head, smiling rather disturbingly.

“First the bath, then we take care of that foot, and then we can talk, are you going to be a good girl, (Y/N)?” She asked, her eyes slightly darkening. You nodded resigned.

When you were clean, Marilyn helped you out of the tub and you were able to dress in the baggy clothes she gave you. Slowly and carefully she led you back to that immaculate room and she laid you gently on the bed, fluffing the pillow.

“Let's heal that precious ankle,” she said, taking some bandages from a drawer.

You watched and hissed in pain as she manipulated your foot, smearing it with a strange cream and covering it with bandages. The pain subsided a bit.

“It, it doesn't hurt any, anymore,” you said, sighing.

“Of course it doesn’t, (Y/N). I already told you that plants could do extraordinary things,” she commented, sitting next to you. “You have been very brave, (Y/N), facing those suckers to defend me. No one had ever done something like that for me, ever.”

You widened your eyes. Suckers?

“I thought there was no one worthwhile in that disgusting place, but you appeared to make me change my mind,” she told you with a sincere tone.

“I, I don't know what’s…” You started to ask. She cut you off, cupping your face in her hands.

“They are wretches, always trying to feel superior…”she sighed. You could feel her lips very close to yours. “Always attacking the weak, poor normi Marilyn, the defenseless (Y/N), who doesn't speak for fear of being laughed at. Nevermore does not deserve someone like you, honey.”

“Ty, Ty, Ty…” You stammered, wanting to stir up the mystery that surrounded that boy.

“Tyler? Oh don't worry about him. He is a good boy, he will do everything you ask him to, I have ordered him to,” she told you, smiling, calm, naturally. You blinked and shook your head. “He would kill for you”

You did not understand much, but little by little you began to glimpse with horror where this matter was going, although it seemed incredible.

“Who, who is Laurel?” You asked again. She separated a little and took a breath, surely to give you a long explanation.

“Laurel is my real name, (Y/N). I changed it so those idiots wouldn't recognize me. You see, years ago, my family died because of your fellow outcasts. I lost everything, I was left alone in the world. I thought about letting it go, about forgetting the past. But I could not. I want to take revenge on all the outcasts, I want all of them to disappear...” She said, leaving you with your mouth open and scared eyes.

“I, I’m an out, out…”

“An outcast? I know. When I arrived at that disgusting academy I thought that I couldn't make any distinctions, that you were all the same. I made a mistake. I knew it when I met you. Such a good girl, so shy, tormented by those who claim to be her friends... You reminded me so much of me...” She told you, caressing your cheek. You didn't say anything, you just listened carefully.

“I thought it was just something casual, fleeting, that I was attracted to you because it was like looking at myself in a mirror. Later, when I heard your voice, when I saw the effort you had made when you spoke only for me, I realized that what I felt for you was not tenderness or empathy… It was love…”

She was confessing that she loved you. If the situation were not so disturbing you would be jumping for joy. You didn't care about her dangerous words, or her cruel intentions. Not anymore. You no longer cared about anything other than those words, that truth that she was trying to hide and that you somehow suspected.

“I, I… I, I love, I love you,” you said, bowing your head. Her smile grew even bigger and she placed her lips on yours once again. This time the kiss lasted longer, it was intense, deep.

“My precious girl…” She whispered before kissing you again.

You didn't want to interrupt that passionate kiss, but you still had many questions and you remembered the conversation you had heard behind the door, and the fact that in Nevermore, they would surely be looking for you.

“I, I have to go back to, to Nevermore, su, sure, they are looking for me…” You said, suddenly very scared and trying to get up. Marilyn put a hand on your shoulder, pushing you back down and shaking her head.

“No, sweetheart. You will not return to that horrible place,” she told you, pouting. “You will stay here, safe.”

“But, but…”

“Shhh, there are no buts, my love. I have prepared a plan to eliminate those monsters from the face of  earth, and you cannot be there. I don’t want anything to happen to you.”

“A, a plan?”

She nodded, glad to admit it.

“It will be our revenge. Everyone will pay for what they have done to us…” She whispered, kissing your neck. You stopped her, raising a disturbing question again.

“I, I am, I, I am an, an outcast,” you said, closing your eyes to make it easier for the words not to be affected by her kisses.

“You are different, (Y/N). You are not like them,” she told you, with a darker and more impatient tone. “And above all, you are mine.”

[quill-pen]

Personally, I hate Valentine's Day for a variety of reasons, but I know Bess likes it. So let's think about her today with...

💌Valentines Through the Eras; A Timeless Scroogeverse Reminiscing

💝George Era:

Bess loves Valentine's, but not when it comes to celebrating it in school. The kindergarten Valentine's Day party completely ruined that for her when all her classmates tore up and threw her Powerpuff Girl themed Valentine cards away while laughing in her face.

Then of course she opened her own to find them all defaced with graffiti insulting her. Barbie in scribbled on facial hair and stink-lines telling her she smelled. Bratz with huge freckles, declaring how ugly she was. My Little Pony characters saying they didn't want to be her friends. Power Rangers, Spider-Man, and TMNT all boasting altered messages about how dumb, gross, and weird she was, and wishing her a bad Valentine's.

Along with the Valentine's were crumbled cookies, broken and ruined toys, half-eaten, sticky candies. Her Valentine's box was defaced with scribbled artwork of a large, brown smudge, labelled as "pOOp", as if she couldn't guess what it was meant to be.

Bess went home in tears that day, ruined box and all its contents in hand to show her mother proof of how mean her class was to her. Bea never believed her when Bess reported bullying stories to her. She didn't believe Bess even with the evidence. Or if she did, she didn't care, just like always.

It wasn't until George came over that night to take Bea out for supper and saw Bess' puffy eyes, tear-stained face, and the box that Bess received any sort of comfort: a promise that they would get a Valentine's Day do-over tomorrow, just the two of them.

And he held true to that promise, picking her up early and taking the little girl out for a special breakfast of any-flavored, heart-shaped pancakes. He gave her a big Valentine in the shape of the stuffed horse she'd had her eye on for a long while. He took her to the zoo and to the children's museum where he played with her. He took her shopping to get whatever she wanted: a new Barbie and a couple Barbie playsets, one big and one small. He showered her with affection and words of affirmation, telling her how pretty, nice, smart, funny, sweet, etc. she was.

George let his little Mudpuppy know she was loved, special, and wanted. He let her know she mattered, and she deserved to be treated with kindness.

From that Valentine's on, George always made sure he was around to help Bess play hooky on the day of the class party and take her out on the town to treat her.

Bess never knew what happened to her Valentine's boxes or Valentine's afterward because they were always gone from the classroom the next day. But she didn't care. Valentine's Day dates with George were a million times better than anything she could have gotten from her classmates.

Eventually, unfortunately, due to many factors of life, those dates with George ground to a halt.

Of course, Bess was a bit sad, but she didn't mind all that much with little siblings to love on and receive love from in turn now as well as George.

And George always still managed to get her something and/or treat her to a meal.

But still, Bess wanted to have a tradition like those all-day Valentine's dates again with somebody. Maybe make them romantic this time around.

💝Oliver Era:

When Oliver came into the picture, Bess thought, for a very brief time, that this was something that could happen with him. After all, they were officially a couple. Even if it wasn't a full day of celebration, even just a nice evening dedicated solely to them and their relationship, would have been amazing.

Bess quickly learned better on that first Valentine's Day of their relationship.

Oliver took her to breakfast in the same greasy little cafe off campus that he always took her to when they decided to eat out for breakfast.

Bess had never been a particularly picky person when it came to food or where she ate, but this place never failed to turn her stomach sour with anything she ate there. Oliver knew that, but always insisted on them going there anyway: It was "his spot" where he knew everything, everyone, and had "never had a bad meal". Bess begged to differ.

Knowing making a fuss would only upset Oliver and put him in a terrible mood the rest of the day, Bess endured, thinking maybe she could just have some yogurt with fruit and a coffee (that she'd turn to syrup with sugar to try and choke it down).

Oliver immediately changed that plan by insisting her order for her. "It's Valentine's Day, after all," he pointed out. "Let me treat my little woman." His smile was probably meant to be sweet, but it felt belittling and mocking.

Bess knew she should have felt anything other than the dread she did.

Her stomach was already churning by the time the waiter walked away with their order, both at the thought of the food coming her way and the way Oliver had kept referring to her as his "little woman". But that was true, wasn't it? She was his girlfriend. Why did it make her skin crawl?

"You do have money with you, right?" Oliver asked expectantly.

"I thought you were treating me."

"I did. I drove you here and ordered for you. And I'll cover the tip if you want."

Bess sighed and rolled her eyes, but made no further comment. They'd hardly been together six months, and she was already exhausted and exasperated with this boy. But nothing was ever perfect, right? Every relationship had its ups and downs and flaws. This relationship just needed some work.

After a breakfast of burnt bacon, undercooked omelettes, and half-raw hashbrowns dripping with grease that smells like fish, Oliver took her to class, promising something extra special that night. For some reason, Bess didn't feel so enthusiastic. Her already lacking enthusiasm drops even lower when Oliver refused to kiss her goodbye: "People are watching, Specks."

Unsurprisingly, it was right for Bess to feel wary of the night's activities: Oliver's "extra special" night was just inviting her over to his dorm to have a movie night with his buddies.

The movies? A marathon of bad, Valentine's-themed b-movies. All of them horror--Bess' least favorite genre. She had to walk out about 15 minutes into the second film (a Valentine's rip-off of the Halloween franchise with more gratuitous debauchery and a Michael Meyers stand-in dressed like Cupid... who still wore the weird mask for some reason?). Oliver didn't even realize she left--none of the guys did.

Bess went home and ended Valentine's Day alone (Debbie was out with her boyfriend) with no flowers, treats, cards, or even so much as a Valentine's text from her boyfriend. She quietly cried herself to sleep from the disappointment.

The years went by with Oliver and Valentine's Days never got better. Even when Bess tried to make something out of the day, it ended up being a complete disaster as something was never right according to Oliver.

Eventually, Bess just gave up on her dream of ever having a romantic Valentine's Day. Or a romantic anything, honestly. Perhaps romance just wasn't in her cards; maybe she didn't get to be swept off her feet and treated like a queen. After all, no one gets everything they want. "But I hardly ever get anything I want."

Their last Valentine's Day together wasn't even acknowledged. Admittedly, Bess waited all day to see if Oliver would make any sort of comment about how she didn't get him something, as she always went out of her way to get him a little gift or treat for the holiday, even when he never did for her. He never did.

What he did do, however, was "complain" to her about how he'd kept getting handed Valentine's and secret notes from bridal party members and wedding guests from the wedding he'd been second shooter at all day. "I just couldn't believe it--all these total babes just handing over stuff like that to me! I mean, I was all like, 'Ladies, please! I'm a professional at work here. Not that I'm not flattered, but I gotta concentrate on my art here. I don't have time for hookups in the storage closet." "Also you're kinda, ya know, engaged." "Hmm? Oh, yeah, right, whatever."

Bess gave up any hopes of ever feeling happy or truly loved in this relationship.

💝Gal Pals Era:

The first Valentine's in London was rough. Not only was Bess far away from home and family (that she knew well), she was also working.

Being kept busy in the maternity ward did help take her mind off of things, however, and there were a few beautiful little babies born that night. So Bess couldn't claim the holiday as bad one. (Though she did have to talk a father down from naming his son 'Valentine' as the mother was too out of it after surgery to do it herself but had made it clear on previous visits that she did not want that to be the child's name.)

That second time around though, was a much different story.

By the second London's Valentine's Bess, Connie, Addie, and Gal had all found each other, and the 1843D girls had bonded together tighter than a Gordian knot. They were bound to make the most of that bond.

Undeterred by the lack of beaus in their lives, the girls took it upon themselves to turn their first Valentine's all together into a celebration to be remembered.

"A Galentine's!" Connie had exclaimed one morning out of the blue. She'd come running from the bathroom with toothbrush in hand and frothy, minty lips. "Let's have a Galentine's! We'll all dress up for each other and go out together!"

The idea was a perfect one, and plans were immediately put into play. Bookings were made, new outfits were purchased, and work shifts were made sure to be filled in.

The evening of, after spending the afternoon sequestered away in rooms at the Dowager Countess of Calloway's (better known as Granny FeFe's) townhouse, readying themselves, all four girls presented themselves to both FeFe and their beloved landlord and surrogate grandfather Michael Pippersnipe, making grand entrances down the grand staircase of the Dowager's front hall.

According to FeFe and Pippersnipe, they had never seen more beautiful young ladies in all of their long years.

It was clear to see, they were being anything but facetious.

London has never known such celebration of sisterhood until that night. All four girls ate and drank their fill, danced and sang to their heart's content, celebrated both themselves and each other.

"A toast!" Addie declared at some time in the night, dashing a champagne glass to the heavens as though it were a golden chalice claimed in victory. Perhaps it was far greater than that.

"A toast to the bonds of sisterhood and friendship! Such loves are often overlooked and underestimated to be lesser than most. But it's been made clear to me in this year of trials and tribulations, of ending the old and beginning the new, that sisterhood and friendship are some of the most powerful and wonderful bonds the world has to offer. After all, what is a friend? A single soul, dwelling in two bodies."

"Aristotle," Connie remarked with a soft smile.

Gal chortled: "'n' t'at's why she be t'e writer."

Smirking, Bess stood and raised her glass as she began reciting: "I'll be there for you when the rain starts to pour. I'll be there for you, like I've been there before. I'll be there for you, 'cuz you're there for me too."

She cast a goofy smile around the table. "The 'Friends' theme song."

The table broke into fits of giggles and good natured groans at that. And then everyone was raising their glasses in toast. "To sisterhood!" The sound of crystal glass clinking together tinkled out through the night.

A night made for lovers and romance taken over by the love and joy of found family.

It was truly a Valentine's never to be forgotten.

And I think we're going to stop it here because, I know me, and I know when I dive into the Wolf era it is likely to get long and graphic.😅. So we'll just wait on that, and keep this cute and wholesome for now!

@rom-e-o I will probably dive in at some point to actually turn Galentine's into a fleshed out ficlet at some point, so if you want to add ideas, go right ahead.☺️

[ortajo]

Sweater weather (erenxreader one shot)

Words: 2.7k

Summary: one shot; college party au, Mikasa your long term friend invites you over for her 20th birthday, you met again some of her college classmates and someone new, at the start you feel like you don’t belong because you’re the youngest but it takes you no time to open up to new friendships.

cw: explicit and mature content MDI, small use of alcohol(all is consensual), dirty talk and backshots, practically a quickie lol.

Notes: hope you like this one! It took me some time to finish because I am actually sick at the moment (sad) I got covid because of my best friend lol.

At the end I’m quite satisfied with it even if I have to work on the explicit scenes a bit more, it feels like you’re writing the same thing over and over!

Constructive criticisms are accepted as usual, likes, reblogs and comments are always deeply appreciated!💕

See you next time xoxo

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I’m not gonna lie about this but I did felt pretty nervous about this party.

I know it’s just a birthday party but all the people I knew apart from the birthday girl bailed on me so I’m all alone and attaching myself for the whole night to Mikasa doesn’t seem like the best thing.

I just arrived and she told me to enter from the backdoor.

The party is not that big and pretty casual, she invited all of her college friends and I’m the youngest among all of them.

Maybe that’s even another reason why I feel so nervous about this.

I met a couple of times some of her friends and they seemed quite cool, most of all a girl named Annie, she seemed really chill and we hit it off pretty quickly, we had the same interests and passions so making conversation with her didn’t seem that difficult, the problem were the others.

Mikasa told me that there would be even more people from her course that I still didn’t meet but I didn’t expect anything special from it.

When I arrived all of them were seated on a couple of chairs outside on the patio and Mikasa’s dog greeted me, “hi romeo!” I say out loud when he comes towards me, my eyes go again on the people seated outside and I recognize a few faces so I do a small wave smiling, Mikasa arrives and gives me a hug “so glad you came” I missed her, we used to spend all of our summers together since we were little, she quite literally saw me growing up and seeing her this grown makes me a bit emotional.

“happy birthday girly” I give her the present I picked out while we walk towards the patio, “you shouldn’t have you know it” she smiles.

“so” she places a hand on my back slowly pushing me forward “this is y/n, the girl that wants to take our same course at college” I awkwardly smile and wave to the few faces I recognize but my attention is caught by a guy sitting on a small bench, I’ve never seen him in fact Mikasa introduces me to him, I go to shake his hand “hi I’m Eren” the guy talks and looks at me in the eyes, a faint smile on his lips.

“I’m y/n” I smile politely and go take my seat near Annie, trying to catch up with the conversation that was occurring before me and Mikasa arrived.

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The party went on smoothly, more people arrived but the more we talked the more I felt at ease.

Maybe a bit of help was given even from the beer I was sipping.

During the night most of our seat swapped because of a small little game we started, whoever got up ended up getting their seat stolen by one of us and so on.

At the end Armin got up to take something to drink and a spot near Eren was free, he looked at me and said “come on here take his seat” he wanted to take revenge on his friend that stole his seat before so I playfully sat near him giggling, when Armin arrived he started acting hurt from my action “I thought we were friends!” he said while hiding a very obvious smile.

So suddenly I was sitting next to Eren on the bench, with the minutes passing we got more and more comfortable, our legs touching and his arm resting behind me.

I could feel I was starting to blush but thanks to the low lights it was nearly impossible to tell, “are you hot?” he looked at me and slowly removed his arm from behind me, like he suddenly was aware of what position he was in just a few second before, my cheeks go even pinker “no no I just get flushed when I drink” I clear my throat before getting up “excuse me” I said faintly before going inside the house.

Inside the music was loud compared to outside, some trashy commercial pop was playing, I don’t know who the dj is but please take his phone away.

I see Mikasa struggling to bring in the pizza she ordered so I go and help her.

“thank you” she sighs as soon as the pizza is on the table ready to be eaten.

“no problem” I give her a small peck on the shoulder, she is taller than me by a lot so it’s the only place I can kiss her comfortably without getting on my tiptoes.

“you getting along fine?” she says while placing a hand on my shoulder, she has always looked over me like a big sister “you like everyone?” her eyes are kind and the way her hair falls on her shoulders make her face look even softer than usual “yes, everyone is pretty cool” I reply while looking at her in the eyes, the music seemed to fade and the first people started to arrive to get a few slices of pizza.

“I’m gonna go out again if you don’t need help with anything” I gesture towards the glass door with a small slice of pizza on my other hand.

She smiles “go go I’m gonna come outside later” and she was already talking with other people.

She has always been the social one, the talkative one, so I know that parties were her thing, she felt good about having lots of people to talk to.

When I arrived outside I expected my seat to be taken but strangely it was not, everyone was busy chatting louder than before apart from him, I could feel his eyes on me while I looked for another place to sit in.

When I locked eyes with him he slightly nudged his head towards the seat next to him, it was the only one available so I accepted.

When I sat down I realized what was happening, all of the group was talking about a drinking game one of them knew and who would be down for it.

“so how many of us are playing” a guy at the other side of the table said.

Most of the people held their hands up, even me and Eren.

I don’t always go full out on drinking, most of the time after parties I am driving back so I’m pretty responsible about it but tonight I’m sleeping at Mikasa’s place so I could allow myself a few drinks.

The game was pretty easy and it started out slowly, you could tell the only aim it had was getting people wasted, and it did, but not me.

It wasn’t even that late but most of the group of people was gone, no one threw up but some of them I’m sure were quite close to it.

The party had died down in the meantime and most of people started going away around 1a.m.

Even Annie had to go away and I felt like I had lost the only anchor I had to the whole group, so I just quieted down and Eren noticed.

“quiet all of a sudden are we?” his face turned towards me and when I turned around he felt closer than before, I felt dizzy because of the alcohol mix but stable to sustain a conversation even if talking while looking at him felt impossible “yeah not a lot to say” I mumble under my breath while looking at my hands, I feel his hand on my chin grabbing it to get my attention “look at me when we talk or else I can’t hear well” his finger slightly tipping my head up before going back to his lap.

I felt my cheeks grow pink before turning around and seeing that some of the others were gaining some consciousness back, I sat up straight because I suddenly felt aware of my surroundings.

His arm was still around me and our legs were still touching but we were both talking to other people unaware of the closeness, with the slightly colder breeze picking up that late at night being partially hugged felt good.

Around three a.m. even more people started to go away and only the people that were sleeping here stayed to help out cleaning.

Even if it started to be a bit colder than before we still stayed out because it felt nice being able to chat in the dark about anything.

During the conversation I found myself getting colder so getting closer to Eren felt like the best decision, my legs up to my chest, my back was partially on Eren’s chest and his arm was still around me, a bit closer than before.

“I should grab a sweater it’s starting to get a bit colder” he said suddenly, his hands on my arms were firm, me gently moved me to stand up, he looked at me and, without anyone notice, he nudged his head towards the house, a small smirk on his face.

I could tell where this was going.

“oh yeah me too it’s too cold really” I tried to play it off in a nonchalant way, not that anyone cared that much only a few people were actually present enough to tell you two had gone inside.

I swiftly made my way inside following him.

He turned around to see if I took the hint and waited for me.

I take the lead and go towards one of the rooms, his finger intertwined with mine “where are we going?” he said “to grab a sweater” a small smile on my lips.

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Inside the room was dark, I could only find the switch of a small lamp.

You both sit on the bed unsure on what’s about to come.

I awkwardly try to break the tension off.

“so...” my eyes wander.

“I wanted to do this for the whole night” his hand cup my cheek and then his lips are on mine “sorry” he says between the kisses, one deeper than the other.

Slowly I feel his hand crawling up my thigh, his fingers playing with the hem of my skirt, I can feel the eagerness in his kisses, his hand moved from my cheek to the back of my neck lightly pushing me deep into the kiss.

“fuck yes” he mumbles under his breath while catching some air.

I slowly try to remove his shirt and quickly he removes it, impatient to return to my lips.

We were both growing more and more impatient, and we both knew what the other one wanted.

The time wasn’t much we had to move quick.

“get rid of your shirt” his breaths were short and fast, both of his hands resting on my tights, his lips were plump and reddish, his eyes had a new flicker to them, I could tell that he wanted this so bad.

Toying with him must be fun.

“why” I replied while looking at him in the eyes while slowly leaning on my hand propped on the soft bed, his expression was priceless “you need to see the bra to undo it?” my eyes still fixated on his face, he closed his eyes and rested his face on his hand before looking at me again.

Suddenly something changed.

He changed.

He could tell the game you were playing “stop fucking playing around” he quickly moved his hand under my shirt and on my back, the hooks of my bra undone in the matter of seconds “we don’t have time” he was still holding my gaze, I felt weaker in the knees even if I was seated.

“can you please remove it or do I have to do it” his hands were resting at the base of my shirt ready to shove it away, a coy smile on my lips while I removed it.

As soon as my tits were out his hands were on my chest, playing around with them, teasing my nipples.

A small moan comes out of me, one of his hands flew to my mouth “no noises allowed” his words made all of this even more prohibited than already was making me squirm even more on the bed.

“bend over the bed” I felt like a doll in his hands, big compared to my waist, he moved me around like I weighted nothing unable to keep his hands to himself.

I obeyed to his request, when I bended down he got up and placed himself behind me, a hand on my back forcing me to arch it even more, my ass in the air covered only by the thin fabric of my skirt.

“you wore this slutty skirt” he said under his breath while caressing the curve of my ass under it, “I wanted to feel you so bad, for the whole fucking night” a light unexpected spank makes me gasp, my hands holding tightly the sheets.

“I wanna fuck you so bad that you have to scream inside the mattress to not let anyone hear you” you feel him flicking you skirt up and placing his hand on your already sensitive cunt “all right doll?” a hint of sarcasm in his voice.

My cunt was already dripping wet, my panties nearly soaked.

He shoves them aside, my core now exposed to the cold air of the room makes me shudder.

“oh sorry forgot you were really cold outside” his hand making small circles on my clit while he talks, the slowness of his movements makes it all so unbearable, I move my hips closer to his hands but it does nothing “all cuddled up onto me right?” he was making fun of me? Right now?

“oh just shut up” I reply while turning around to look at him over my shoulder, his long hair was now in a messy half up bun, a few strands came loose and framed his face perfectly.

Two of his fingers shove up inside me making me unexpectedly gasp out loud “you shut up” he was half laughing and I was unable to reply because his fingers were fucking me deeply, roughly, he was hooking them inside of me making me discover places I never knew existed.

I squeezed around him, his thumb still playing with my clit making me close to my first orgasm with each stroke.

He abruptly stops.

“won’t make you cum from this” I suddenly felt empty but that sensation lasted only a few seconds before feeling filled up once again.

He was quickly inside of me, his length went inside in quick strokes, I could hear the faint sound of us smacking one against the other even if he was being cautious to not make any loud noise.

My back arching on its own now, his hands on my ass pushing me violently on his cock rhythmically.

I can feel him getting closer, he was now taking his time, each push was longer but more decisive, small whimpers coming out of his mouth.

“fuck you feel good” his head was near my back, he was whispering those words against my skin, his hand again on my clit “lets finish together doll” his finger was drawing small circles on my clit faster and faster, he was building the tension up.

“fuck cum for me doll” his lips still on my back, I started clenching around him, this made him whimper even more, my vision was starting to blur because of the overstimulation.

He bites my shoulder while he grunts, he definitely can’t cum in silence and neither can I, whimpers come out of my mouth while he still fucks me into the mattress making sure I finish, the circles on my clit are fast and his cock is still inside of me.

I clench around him again unable to contain unholy noises “let them out doll” his free hand on my back, petting me as I come on his cock.

He slowly pulls out of me still petting my back while I flop on the bed not able to still stay on my legs.

He lands a small peck on my head “you should head back first before it gets even more obvious than this”.

He hands me over my shirt and my bra, after getting dress I stand up and I feel a light tap on my ass.

“ehy” I turn around and he is already laughing propped on his elbows onto the bed, I go near him and place a small kiss on his cheek before going towards the door.

“don’t forget your sweater” he says before letting me out of the door.

[bobbiworks]

When I was, When You were

Written by: Bobbi Henderson / 10027r Genre: Fluff, Romance, High School, One-shot Characters: EUNSEOK of RIIZE, ORIGINAL CHARACTER

As summer's warmth waned, autumn gracefully swept in. The cool breeze caressed my cheeks as I opened the bus window on my way to school. With each passing moment, I couldn't help but feel that this autumn held something special—it was my final year in high school, perhaps my last chance to find love.

I couldn't help but feel a twinge of self-consciousness, knowing that most girls my age had already tasted romance. As I reviewed my class schedule, I sighed inwardly. Despite the announcement of a schedule adjustment due to a system error, nothing had changed in our class roster. Each student was still assigned based on their grades, a detail that seemed trivial amidst my swirling thoughts. Graduation loomed ahead, and amidst it all, I couldn't shake the yearning for a romantic encounter of my own.

"Bree!" I glanced up to find my friends entering the room with vibrant energy. They all appeared radiant and sun-kissed after their summer spent abroad with their families. "We missed you!" they exclaimed in unison, gathering around my desk to place a plethora of souvenirs from their trip.

"Wow, these are so thoughtful… thank you!" I said warmly, retrieving a couple of handmade pouches I crafted during my stay at my grandmother's house. "It's not much, but I made them with each of your styles in mind," I added.

One of the many reasons I cherished Gyuri and Yena was their genuine appreciation for even the smallest gestures. They had been my closest friends since freshman year, a bond that had grown stronger with each passing season.

"You're so talented, Bree. I'll treasure these!" Yena exclaimed cheerfully before heading to her seat to greet our other classmates. As they moved aside, my gaze drifted towards the entrance where Eunseok entered the room. Our eyes met instantly, and I blushed with embarrassment, quickly looking away.

Why? Why am I feeling embarrassed right now? Did something happen between us before we started our summer vacation? Of course, Eunseok and I are friends, there's no doubt, but why does it feel awkward right now?

I hadn't noticed Eunseok standing beside my desk until the familiar scent of his cologne reached me. It was a pleasant fragrance, one I always associated with him. Slowly, I looked up to find him gazing down at me. Despite his thick glasses obscuring his eyes, I felt his gaze pierce right into my soul.

"Oh, hello, Eunseok!" I greeted him with a wave, and he gently took my hand, placing a small paper bag in my palm. "For me? What's this?"

"A souvenir," he replied softly, then turned to his desk and sat down. Eunseok was seated next to me, the most enigmatic presence in our class, yet he effortlessly befriended everyone.

"Thank you, Eunseok. I—" My words halted as one of the girls approached Eunseok with exuberance, causing him to turn towards her. She slammed her hands on his desk and scrutinized his face with exaggerated squinting eyes, despite fogging up his glasses with her breath.

"Song Eunseok, were you at the fireworks festival last week?" Hayoung demanded. "I could have sworn I saw you and even said hi, but you didn't respond!"

Fireworks festival? I began to feel more anxious after hearing that. Why does it feel like I am being too anxious about almost everything?

"It was definitely you, right? Even without the glasses… You were dressed so stylishly, with a beanie and hanging out with cool friends," Hayoung persisted, recounting her sighting from a week ago. "Though honestly, the guy with you was hotter, so now I'm not so sure."

"Hey, Hayoung! Can't you give Eunseok some space?" Gyuri interjected, her irritation evident in her tone at the early morning disruption.

"Oh, Gyuri, are you curious too? Because if that was Eunseok, you guys are seriously missing out. That guy I saw was something else," Hayoung teased with a laugh.

I stood nearby, nervously playing with the gift Eunseok had given me, listening to their conversation unfold.

"Where did you see him?" Gyuri challenged, stepping in between Eunseok and Hayoung.

"In Japan," Hayoung replied defiantly. "I spent my summer overseas, why?"

"That's impossible," Gyuri countered firmly. "Eunseok had plans with Bree before the summer started, so there's no way you saw him abroad."

Gyuri's logical reasoning caught me off guard, and I turned to glance at Eunseok, who sat quietly at his desk, seemingly unaffected by the girls' escalating argument.

The bickering between Gyuri and Hayoung only ceased when the homeroom teacher finally entered the room.

Later that day, I joined Gyuri and Yena for lunch at the school cafeteria.

"How was your summer?" Yena asked casually between bites of her meal.

"What do you mean?" I replied, tucking into my breaded pork cutlet.

"Your summer with Eunseok," Yena clarified, giving me a meaningful look.

I paused, gently placing my chopsticks down. "Summer with Eunseok? What are you talking about?" I asked, confused by their serious expressions.

"You mean you didn't meet up with him?" Gyuri asked, her grip on my shoulders tightening in frustration. "Why not?"

"Wait, hold on!" I pulled away, feeling increasingly anxious. "You're scaring me. What's going on?"

Gyuri leaned back, sighing heavily. "Did you two have a falling out? Or did he stand you up? Now I'm starting to think Hayoung was right about seeing him in Japan."

"Do I… have plans with him?" I asked, bewildered.

Yena lightly tapped my head, causing me to wince. "Are you serious? Did you hit your head or something?"

"I don't know. Ever since I saw him, I've been feeling so awkward," I admitted, dropping my gaze. It was unlike me to be so uncertain around him; usually, I was the one initiating conversations.

"What happened to you this summer?" Gyuri asked gently.

"Well," I began, biting my lip as I recounted my activities. "I spent a few weeks in my grandparents' hometown, then we had a big family party for my brother's wedding. After that, I was busy with chores and then got sick."

"But do you remember anything about Eunseok before summer break?" Yena pressed, her concern evident.

"I was delirious when I got sick and ended up in the hospital for three days," I explained. "Mom said I had to rest at home for the rest of the break."

"Did he try to contact you? Send a message?" Gyuri inquired next.

"I dropped my phone in the lake while fishing with my grandpa," I admitted sheepishly.

"Oh, Bree, talk about a series of unfortunate events this summer," Yena sighed, clearly frustrated. "Since you can't remember, we'll fill you in, okay?"

The conversation continued over lunch as my friends recounted what I had apparently missed during those summer months.

After hearing everything my friends told me about Eunseok, I finally understood why my heart had felt so heavy ever since waking up in the hospital. It was like I had lost something precious. Unable to contain my emotions, I quietly cried in the restroom after lunch, not wanting anyone who knew me to see me sobbing like a child over what I had done to Eunseok.

Stepping out of the restroom, I spotted him a few meters away, walking alone down the hallway.

"S-Song Eunseok," I mumbled, my voice barely louder than a whisper. He stopped and turned to look at me. Tears welled up in my eyes, and I quickly dropped my head, hiding my tear-streaked face from him.

I hadn't expected anything from him at this moment; after all, I was the one at fault, the one who had forgotten him and what we had together. The version of me who had dreamed of romance this year seemed so foolish now.

Eunseok could have easily ignored me, but he didn't.

I felt his hand gently take mine, and before I knew it, he pulled me into an embrace, shielding my tear-stained face from anyone who might see. His other hand cupped the back of my head, gently patting it. In that moment, I could hear the thunderous beat of my own heart.

Collecting my thoughts, I looked up at him and pulled away slightly. "C-Can we talk? Privately?" I asked, my voice trembling.

Eunseok simply smiled and nodded. Together, we walked out of the school building and headed to the quiet solitude of the schoolyard, where we found a bench and sat down. I continued to sob quietly beside him, feeling like a child in need of comfort.

"Have you eaten?" Eunseok asked me, breaking the silence. It struck me that this was the first time we'd spoken since summer vacation. Using his handkerchief to wipe away my tears, I nodded in response. "Good," he said softly.

"And you?" I murmured, turning to him, only to be met with a laugh. "What's so funny?"

"Nothing," he chuckled, his hand covering his smile as he looked away. "You just look adorable." He paused, then continued, "And yes, I've already eaten. Did you happen to open the paper bag I gave you?"

I shook my head, recalling how everything had suddenly become chaotic when the homeroom teacher arrived. "Why? Did you write something inside?" I asked, curious.

"No," he replied with a shake of his head. "Just a small gift."

"Ah, I see," I nodded. There was a moment of silence between us as we both gazed up at the canopy of trees above us, sighing simultaneously. Our eyes met and we burst out laughing together. I laughed so hard that tears welled up in my eyes once again as I faced him.

"Eunseok, I'm so sorry," I finally said, my laughter subsiding. "I didn't mean to forget everything—everything Gyuri and Yena told me. I don't understand why I couldn't meet you at our usual spot that day." I paused as Eunseok removed his glasses, squinting slightly at me.

"I think I understand why," he replied gently, setting his glasses aside. It was the first time I saw him without them, and to me, he looked even more handsome without that usual accessory. "I knew, Bree," he reassured me, his hand resting on my head.

"But how? I mean…" I began, feeling a pang of anxiety, fearing he was only being kind, as he always was.

"Well, when you didn't reply, I got worried and went to your house," Eunseok explained. "I met your mom, and she told me you were in the hospital due to exhaustion and illness."

"But Hayoung mentioned seeing you in Japan. Was she right?" I asked tentatively, and Eunseok nodded. "So, it was you she saw? She described you as a cool guy."

"Am I not cool?" Eunseok raised an eyebrow playfully, giving me a teasing look. "Yes, it was me. I just didn't talk to her because my appearance in Japan was quite different."

"I'm still sorry," I sighed deeply. "I didn't realize why I've been feeling so hopelessly romantic lately. I even went to pray for love somewhere, and today I realized I missed a big opportunity…"

The air between us felt charged with unspoken words and emotions as we sat together on the bench in the schoolyard, our hearts and thoughts finally laid bare.

Eunseok turned to me slowly, his expression curious. "Hopeless romantic? What big chance are you talking about, Bree?"

I could feel my face flush hotter than a chili pepper at his question. "Uh, well…" I stammered nervously. Gyuri had mentioned that Eunseok had confessed to me and that we had some unspoken understanding. Had I misunderstood? Eunseok seemed perplexed by my hesitation.

"Oh, never mind," I hurriedly dismissed with a nervous chuckle. "I was just wondering why you wanted to see me that day."

"Hmm," Eunseok hummed softly, gazing up at the sky thoughtfully. "Taking a chance with you."

"With me?" I echoed, searching his eyes for clarity.

"Yes," he affirmed, but his answer left me wanting more. "Wait, I don't quite understand, Eunseok," I admitted, my panic rising. My heart pounded loudly in my chest, drowning out all other sounds.

I grew impatient waiting for him to continue, feeling annoyed by the delay. He chuckled at my expectant expression, and I impulsively smacked his head in frustration. "Seriously!"

"Why so aggressive all of a sudden?" he teased, catching my hand before I could smack him again.

"You're so aggravating!" I snapped, feeling flustered. "You know I hate waiting."

Eunseok continued to laugh, a hearty, infectious laugh that drew curious glances from other students nearby.

"What's so funny?" I demanded, trying to ignore how endearing his laughter sounded.

"You're adorable when you're angry," he replied, still chuckling. I noticed he was still holding his glasses, knowing he couldn't see well without them.

"Shouldn't you put it back?" I asked him, concerned, but Eunseok shook his head with a grin. "Your head might start hurting."

"Nah, it's fine. I just wanted to see you," he replied casually.

I felt my cheeks grow warm at his words, caught off guard by his straightforwardness.

"Bree, do you remember my last birthday?" he asked, and I nodded with a smile.

"How could I forget? I remember how upset I was when I ruined the cake," I chuckled softly. "What about it?"

"That was the first time my heart raced for you," he confessed, surprising me with his sincerity.

"Right, and your heart raced while I was scolding you for being annoying," I teased back.

Eunseok laughed and shook his head fondly. "Sometimes, without even realizing it, I find myself thinking about you. It's funny how we were just friends a few years ago, and now I'm telling you that you've captured my mind and heart. I didn't want to make things awkward between us, but I have to tell you—I like you more than just a friend, Bree. I want to be with you, hear your laughter, see your smiles, share your tears, and be there for you."

His words were like something out of a movie, and here I was, hearing them from him directly. I was speechless, overwhelmed by the sincerity in his eyes. There was no hint of rejection in my heart; perhaps I had harbored feelings for Eunseok for longer than I realized.

Reflecting on our shared moments, I remembered all the times he had taken care of me.

"Give me those," I said gently, reaching for his glasses from his hand. Moving closer, I delicately fixed his hair; his long bangs gently covered his forehead. "It pains me to see you squint," I sighed softly, placing his glasses back on his face and adjusting them carefully before cupping his cheeks in my hands.

"I never knew you felt this way," I confessed, a smile spreading across my face as I caressed his cheeks tenderly.

"Can I kiss you?" Eunseok asked tentatively, but I playfully covered his lips with my hand.

"No," I replied with a teasing glare, pulling back slightly. "Not right away. But you can hold my hand," I added softly.

"Okay, sweetheart," he agreed with a smile, gently taking my hand and planting a soft kiss on the back of it.

END OF STORY.

How was it?

[you-know-honey]

Nameless Ghouls doing Cosplay

Note:

I know it sounds a little strange, but I've always thought about this a little, it will fall into the headcanons category because I'm dying to start with this. Hope you like. I will use images of the character or fanart to illustrate those who do not know the character. CREDITS TO THOSE RESPONSIBLE FOR THE IMAGES

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Mountain

Piramid Head

I feel like he became obsessed with the game and plays it every year religiously. He doesn't understand why now everyone wanted to be sexy, he wanted to be scary. Spoilers! A tall man, with a mask and no shirt, was not scary, many girls approached him to ask for photos and try to get his phone number. This guy is shy, so all the attention overwhelmed him a little, but he was happy that people liked his cosplay and he even signed some fanarts. But that hand on his butt definitely made him blush, girls are a little more daring than he expected.

Phantom

Eric Draven

When he saw the movie with Sodo he simply loved it and stole Brandon Lee's personality for months, he stole some makeup from Copia to be able to give it the final touch although he had to ask for some help from Cirrus to avoid making a mess in the bathroom and not ruin the makeup. He left everything for last and 2 days before the convention was stealing part of the suit from each ghoul's closet. He even recorded some videos simulating part of the movie and almost fell from the third floor of the ministry while doing the window scene.

Rain

Ice King

He is much calmer, the ice king seemed like a good costume, he liked the series and when he found out that there was an "Ice Princess Ball" he simply showed off by taking his forbidden steps, surprising everyone, even his classmates. Putting on the blue paint was difficult and he didn't want to damage the suit or white shirt. He made the crown by hand and asked Copia for some jewelry in exchange for ensuring that Phantom wouldn't destroy his makeup. Many fans asked him to record scenes of the character and days later he blushed when he saw millions of people praising him on the internet.

Sodo

Lestat

He's not lying, he's read the book and knows the background to the scene where Lestat turns Louis. He admires the vampire's ambition for power but mostly he does it because he can flirt or bother anyone he wants and everyone will assume that he is his character. It bothers him a little when people point out that Lestat is taller, but seeing the girls smile at him and shyly cover their faces, he just loves that they adore him. What stands out most about his cosplay is his hair, he spent hours in the bathroom to get the desired blonde, and even more time to leave it soft and silky with the smell of macadamia and honey, let's not talk about how the ghouls mocked him when he saw him come out of the shower in her bathrobe and with curlers to curl her hair. "Envious" he thought. Lestat is simply himself in another universe. A diva.

Swiss

König

Swiss is not as tall as König but that doesn't matter when you have the attitude, you are in VERY good shape and you know how to move your hips well. Damm! How can he look intimidating and sexy at the same time? He simply set the bar very high for the rest of the character's cosplayers. Although he seems serious, behind the mask he is really laughing at how nervous people were with him, he has a great time seeing everyone's open mouths as he passes by and in the contest for the best cosplay he simply sweeps away, he uses his flirtatious voice to talk to them everyone and even hoisted a couple of small children onto his shoulders for photos.

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Cumuluss

Storm

She's a big fan of superheroes, especially girls who can kick anyone's ass and look cool at the same time. She also gives him the luxury of showing off her magic in the form of "special effects" to entertain some children. It amuses him to see her amazed face as she makes little clouds around her. She loves how her cape looks when she walks and she pretends to be in a scene from the movie with the rest of the ghoulettes, even "fighting" with Mountain like a real X-Men.

Aurora

Emily

She throws the popcorn on the floor every time he watches the movie when he sees how Viktor doesn't stay with Emily (it's not something the author does at all lmao). She looked at a wedding dress just like Emily's in the window of a second-hand store and the squeal of excitement was heard all the way to China. She ran to the Ministry and took out all of Cirrus's painting materials like an excited little girl, she made the ribs with real ribs that she took from an old corpse from the mass grave that was in the basement of the Ministry. She put a lot of effort into every detail and cried like she was a real bride when she saw the final result. She walked through the hallways singing until she fed up the Sisters Of Sin. But the princess is happy.

Cirrus

Mad Hatter

Cirrus didn't know anything about this character until he heard Melanie Martínez's song and did a little research and went crazy. She has seen every movie about Alice in Wonderland (with all its variants and from other countries) and has read every book until she has a large collection, but if Sebastián Stan's performance made her fall in love, Johnny Deep's moved her heart. The truth is she bought everything from a Japanese dressmaker and she was glued to the window every day when she saw a mail truck every time she saw it. She went to conventions for several days in a row just to show off her cosplay and rewatched all the movies to get more into character.

(I used an image because being a male character I couldn't find gifs for girls.)

I don't know how to do this much, I hope you like it and remember these are just MY headcanons, if they differ from yours that's great, it's good to have different opinions. But no hate, be kind to the community.