#thats a teacher pen right there

[faeafterdark]

It is t a fair selection of choices. There is a uni-ball brand pen on 1 and 4…

And i see the overly priced but super fuckin worth it TUL brand isnt represented at all

If you aren’t choosing 5, you need help. 

[xxkissesforchanniexx]

Oh, How I Hate Him

Pairing: bad boy!Minho x student council prez!fem!reader (college au) Genre: angst, fluff Word count: 8k >.> Warnings: college idiots, mention of drinking, drugs, smoking O_O DONT DO ANY OF THAT, cringe romance, enemies to lovers, dick exboyfriend. protective Minho >.> <.< thats it i think????

a/n: did I intend for this to be smut? Yes. is it? no. do i mind tho? absolutely not someone help me come up with a better title...

You inhaled deeply and smiled contentedly as you entered the student council office.

"Good morning Ms. President." Your friend and vice president, Jia, said.

You gave her a side eye. "I said don't call me that."

"I'm sorry." She giggled, "Yuna, schedule today?"

"We have to collect signatures for lowering student parking costs and start the campaign for the cafeteria to be expanded and renovated this summer, you also have to meet with the principal to discuss how the high schoolers are going to tour the campus, " Yuna, the student council secretary and planner named off things from the list.

You nodded, "Not too much." You checked your watch, "I have a class at 8:30 and I haven't gotten my coffee yet, any of you want to come with me?"

Jia and Yuna looked at you, with are you for real right now man? faces before getting up and grabbing their bags to go with you.

You went to the cafeteria and as you were getting your iced americano, a student came up to you.

"Y/n, can you sign here to help keep our debate program alive? The district is trying to cut off our funding to have our formal debate team dissolved." The boy handed you a clip board and a pen.

You signed your name before picking up your coffee, "I'm running a little late, Yuna, can you take the papers on my desk to the principal's office?"

"Sure." Yuna picked up her own coffee and ran off.

You briskly made your way across campus and checked your watch, 8:25 AM, right on time. You entered the history classroom and smiled, "Good morning." You greeted your professor before going to sit, not too close to the front, not too far back, and not perfectly situated in the middle.

As the classroom filled, your friend, Seungmin, leader of the science olympiad team sat beside you.

"You're a bit late don't you think?" You teased, taking out your notes.

"Not everyone i always going to be as punctual as you, Madam President."

You rolled your eyes.

The chatter in the classroom died as the teacher stepped to the front of the class, "Good morning class, as you know this is the only history class you have to take to meet the graduation requirements. So, if you intend to slack in my class just know your future depends on your performance in this cl-" She was cut off.

The door opened and you looked away from the teacher seeing a man with redish brown hair and a leather jacket at the door, he had pretty eyes and small but plump lips. His eyes raked over the class for a moment before he looked at the teacher, "Sorry, I'm late."

"You are?" She raised a brow.

"Minho. Lee Minho." He said, walking into the class and going up the steps to the back of the classroom, he passed you and your eyes met. He smirked slightly and you made a face, not bothering to watch where he sat.

"I hope you won't be late again, Mr. Lee." The teacher said.

"No promises." He said.

She pursed her lips before continuing her speech about the importance of the class, where to find the resources, the books you'd need, the minimum grade you'd need to pass the final and so on. A snicker made Seungmin look over his shoulder.

Minho was sitting beside a guy with chubby cheeks and big eyes. Han Jisung, who, raised a brow at you and Seungmin as if to ask what.

The teacher kept talking and Minho and Jisung's distractions persisted before finally the teacher, who you now knew as Mrs. Jung snapped. "Gentlemen, is there something that's important enough to interrupt my lesson?"

Minho looked a bit surprised and Jisung blinked a few times.

"No.. ma'am." Minho said tentatively.

"Mr. KIm," Mrs Jung said.

Seungmin looked up a bit confused. "Ma'am?"

"Swap seats with Mr. Lee."

Your mouth fell open, SAY SOMETHING! SAY NO! ASK HER POLITELY TO RETHINK HER DECISION. "Ma'am I really think-" You started.

"As the student body president and one of the three candidates for valedictorian of your graduating class, Y/n, I think you'd be a good influence on Mr. Lee." She reasoned.

Seungmin put his notes in his bag and sighed deeply. "It's fine Y/n, we'll talk later anyway." He went up the steps and waited on Minho to collect his things before sitting next to Jisung.

You looked at Minho as he sat beside you. This was going to be a rough semester.

You went to the student council office after class to handle what Yuna had told you about in the morning and as you set your bag down you bristled, staring at the stack of papers on your desk. The same stack of papers you told Yuna to take to the principal that morning. You sighed and grabbed the papers and left the office, walking briskly down the hall and to the administration office, greeting the schools secretary before setting down the papers in the principal's office.

You went to return to the student council office, pulling out your phone to check over things when you passed the entrance to the arts department. You froze as you saw something in the corner of your eye, looking up to see Hyunjin and a guy in a hoodie.

You raised your hand and opened your mouth to wave but stopped yourself. Who was that guy anyway... You shrugged and went back to the office to handle your things.

You started counting the signatures the other members of the council left on the table, you let out a soft sigh of frustration, for people who complained about it being too much to park on campus, they really, REALLY, did not seem to mind that much.

You went back to your apartment and greeted your roommate, Doyeon, who, was sitting on the couch eating your snacks.

"HEY! Those are mine!" You huffed.

"Are they??!" She looked genuinely shocked.

You rolled your eyes and went to go change before sitting beside her and munching on the snack too.

"Oh, Yeongs-" she started.

"Save it." You said, looking at your phone.

"But he-"

"DODO!" You looked at her. "No. You told me not to be persuaded by him, you shouldn't be either."

"But he seemed genuinely sorry." She muttered.

"He always seems someway." You rolled your eyes and looked back at your phone. You got a notification from instagram suddenly.

You looked at Doyeon. "Does EVERYONE on campus have my instagram?"

She looked away from the TV, "Why are you asking so suddenly?"

"No reason." You muttered, looking back at your phone before following Minho back. He and his stupid self.

The following day Minho was late, much to your delight, you took notes and listened to the teacher for about the Egyptians and the Romans. Twenty minutes late, Minho strolled into class and sat beside you, not bothering to take out his books or anything.

"Good morning Madam President." He whispered.

"You could at least try to get here on time." You said, quickly scrawling down something Mrs. Jung had said.

"You could at least try to relax sometimes." He shot back rolling his eyes.

"If you're going to be late," You slid the first part of the notes to his side of the desk, "Play catch up."

Minho pursed his lips before sighing and taking the notes, he wrote them down faster than you expected, sliding them back to you after about five minutes and peeking at the sheet you were working on. You didn't say anything until as you were writing, he kicked you under the desk. You looked at him.

He was following along with the teacher as if he hadn't done anything. You rolled your eyes and went back to working. Minho's antics persisted until the and of class and as you were packing up your stuff you turned in a bit of frustration back to your desk to see more papers.

Minho was talking to the girl across the isle, she giggled at something he said and you grabbed the papers and pulled out a folder, arranged it neatly then put it carefully into your bag.

You were about to go when you realized your water bottle wasn't in your bag. You looked around your area for a moment before you clenched your fists at the sight of your bottle in MInho's lap.

You grabbed it and were about to leave when he held up your phone.

"LEE MINHO!" You fumed, grabbing your phone and storming out.

"You seem mad-" Jia said, steering clear of your volcanic rage as you threw your things onto the table.

Some of the members of the council squeaked and took off running.

"I hate Lee Minho." You practically growled as you sat in your chair.

A few days later you had worn a pair of heels for a meeting and they had been hurting your feet. You grimaced slightly while getting your coffee and Hyunjin sighed.

"You don't have to wear those shoes y'know." He sighed.

"I have to build habit." You huffed.

Yet when you got to class you really wished you didn't have to "build habit". But you wouldn't admit Hyunjin was right either. So you suffered through the entirety of class and somehow made it to the student council office. The moment you sat down and sulked over your feet you got a text.

You looked at your phone and rolled your eyes at the sight of Minho's contact. You ignored the "You look like you stepped on a lego" text and tried to turn to your work when another text came to your phone.

"Don't ignore my texts." followed by a "Call down your guard dog."

You stared in confusion for a moment before opening your phone and responding finally.

You opened the door to see Seungmin glaring at Minho.

"Y/n tell this hooliga-" He started.

"What do you wa-" You interrupted Seungmin only to be cut off by a pair of slippers being thrusted into your face.

"Wear comfier shoes. You look like you've been in pain all day. Idiot." Minho turned on his heel and walked away.

You blinked in shock for a moment. "Did he just.."

"You give her the slippers?" Hyunjin asked as Minho blitzed into the dance studio.

"Yeah..." He relaxed as he realized he was safe. He must've looked like an idiot. But when you were leaving the campus that evening Minho saw you and Seungmin walking to thee latter's car. A small smile came to his face as he saw you were wearing the slippers.

The next few months were packed for you, your teachers piled work on you like there was no tomorrow, and you wrote essay after essay. Business with the student council wasn't much better as Jia got sick with something and the campus tour date was coming closer and closer.

And Minho? Oh how you hated him. You hated the way he walked and talked and how he seemed to understand things without reading too much. You hated how he smirked at you in the hall way and how he got under your skin.

"I'm going to assign you your first project of the semester," Mrs Jung said from the front of the class.

You sucked in a breath and looked at your already stuffed bag, full of books and papers for your other classes.

"You will work in pairs." She said, "The rubric and criteria needed are online, if you have any issues feel free to ask me. I will assign partners now."

You exhaled shakily, Please don't be Minho. Please don't be Minho Please don't be Minho-

"Kim Seungmin and Baek Soojin," She said, "Han Jisung and Park Junho,"

Please don't be Minho!

"Soo Dokyung and Jin Sungwoon."

GOD IM BEGGING PL-

"L/n Y/n and Lee Minho."

You wanted to die on the spot.

"Woulda look at that prez, we're a team." Minho whispered, smirking at you.

You bit your lip. This wasn't so bad, he seemed pretty good at turning in his stuff on time and was mostly accurate. You had everything under control. You took a deep breath and looked at him. "If this is going to work we need to distribute the work fairly. So, I'll research the fall of the roman empire and you research the rise, we'll have a document to collect references and-" You head throbbed for a moment and you grabbed your forehead.

"Are you okay?" Minho tilted his head, brows furrowing.

You nodded, "I'm fine."

Only you weren't because after class you went to the student council office and sat at your desk.

"Y/N are you okay?" Yuna asked as you held your head, sucking a deep breath before continuing with your work.

"Yeah I'm good." You said taking out your computer and getting ready to work.

"You look a little pale.." She muttered.

You still got to work on your research though, Yuna left after a while, telling you to take care of yourself and relax. Earlier than usual you finally decided to head out, calling a cab and-

"What's the president doing here so late?"

You looked at Minho, who was carrying a duffel bag and his keys. "Work," You said, looking at the road waiting for your cab.

He stared at you for a moment. "Are you okay?"

You turned to him, "Why are you so concerned if I'm alright today? I'm fine, thanks." You said a bit harshly.

He made a face, "You just look really burnt out. It's late, let me give you a ride."

"I already have a ride on the way, Minho," You shut him down fast and he pursed his lips.

"Whatever you say, Madam President." He walked away to the parking lot and you couldn't help but feel a pang in your chest, like you'd gone too far.

Your cab came and you made it back to your apartment, Doyeon was the third person to point out your sickly appearance but the only one who actually made it to feeling your head and gasping at how hot you were.

"What the hell Y/N?! Are you trying to kill yourself?!! Come on!" She dragged you to your bed and made you put your stuff down and change before getting you into bed. "You aren't going anywhere ma'am." She said, "You sit here and get better, Nurse Doyeon will take care of you."

"I'd rather die." You teased.

She pouted, "Meanie."

You rolled your eyes and smiled at your friend, "Thank you Dodo."

"Of course y/nnie."

If you felt like shit at school, that was only the beginning, you whined in pain at your sore throat and Doyeon had to convince you to eat even though it hurt to swallow. After you finally finished the noodles and all the soup Doyeon made you, she made you take medicine for your throat and to reduce your fever before letting you sleep finally.

Only as you were drifting of you thought about history and mentally berated yourself for not studying ahead for the lessons. You were about to grab your laptop when your phone buzzed. A message from Minho.

Minho stared at his phone for a moment, he thought about how you seemed a but more irritable and pale and how your usual upright, perfect posture was slackened. So he did do his research that night, and looked at his cat Dori, "She's so uptight. It's not fair.."

The cat mewed softly.

"You're right, I'll give her something tomorrow." Minho muttered, "Maybe she's overworking herself. You think she likes pasta? Or maybe I should make her strawberry cake..."

In the morning, Minho was getting ready for class when his phone rang, he pulled his shirt over his head and grabbed it, answering the call.

"Hyunjin?" He said, putting the phone on speaker.

"You coming today? Changbin might come too." Hyunjin said on the other end.

"Y'know I have a project to work on." Minho said fixing his hair in the mirror.

"Man, just a few hours."

"Yeah, nah." Minho said.

"Alright, your loss." He went quiet for a moment, "Did you see Y/n yesterday?"

Minho thought about how you looked so tired the day before. "Yeah."

"I'm a little worried y'know." Hyunjin sighed. "She never says anything when she doesn't feel well. But oh well, we'll see later."

Minho thought about what Hyunjin had said the entire way to class and for once, he was on time, sitting in his seat waiting for you. The classroom filled, the teacher entered, and you... never came.

He fidgeted slightly. Where were you? For the first time since he walked into that history class—much to Mrs. Jung and Seungmin's shock—Minho took notes. He jotted down things that were important and little details on the side, he underlined and highlighted did his best to seperate definitions and dates from key material as he'd seen you do.

After class he went to the student council office. This was abnormal. Where were you? You would never miss class even if you didnt have a ride and had to walk the entire way... in flip flops (as if you ever would) YOU WOULD BE AT SCHO-

"If you're looking for the president she's not here today." The secretary said.

"Why? Is she ok-" Minho started only to stop himself, "No problem."

He went to the arts department to see Hyunjin.

"Thought you weren't coming today?" The long haired man said, taking a hair band between his teeth so he could gather his hair.

"Came to say hi, I've got work to do." Minho shrugged.

"OH, 'cause Y/n isn't here?" Hyunjin giggled as he tied his hair.

Minho made a face. "Really wanna go that way?"

"No sir.." Hyunjin laughed nervously as Jisung and Changbin walked in.

"Minho! You came! Man we c-" Jisung said only to be cut off by Minho patting his head and moving him, hands at his waist.

"I came to say hi," Minho smiled, "I'm going now, I have work to do."

Jisung pouted. "It's cus Y/n is sick isn't it?"

Minho took a deep breath. "I'll see you guys tomorrow?"

When he left he made another copy of his notes in color, hole punched them, and put them in a nice folder before he went to his apartment. He stared at his phone.

"You should text her." Chan said over his shoulder.

"Why would I?" Minho looked at his friend. "Nah." He tossed his phone onto the couch and went to the kitchen and got to work making soup.

Jeongin appeared at his side. "Whatcha making?"

"It's not for you guys." Minho said, rolling his eyes.

"Then who is it for?" Chan said, looking over his shoulder.

"Yeah." Jeongin huffed.

Minho's mouth opened and he closed it again, deciding it was better to not say anything. Somehow he managed to get the food out of the apartment without either man getting it. He drove to your apartment and went up to your floor before raising his hand to knock on the door, he stopped himself.

Stop being an idiot... he thought before knocking on the door and waiting for a moment.

A girl with long hair and big eyes stared at him for a moment. "You are?" She said, leaning against the door frame.

Minho looked at her, "Lee Minho, Y/n's friend."

"Oh?" the woman got in his face. "What exactly makes you think you're Y/n's friend?"

"I- Well-" Minho stuttered.

"Doyeon."

Minho looked past the woman at you and sucked in a breath, you stood there wearing a pair of pajama pants and a baggy shirt.

"You know this guy?" the woman, Doyeon, questioned, pointing at Minho.

"He's the guy I'm doing the project with." You said, before clearing your throat and coughing in your elbow.

"Eesh, back to bed." Your roommate started ushering you back to your room and motioning for Minho to enter.

He closed the door behind him and put the food down in your kitchen but you pulled away from Doyeon and sat on the couch, arms out towards the man.

Doyeon looked between you for a moment. "I'll uh- Leave y'all to it-"

"Minho give me the damn food." Your eyes narrowed.

He smiled slightly and looked around your kitchen before finding a bowl and spoon with Doyeon's help. He got you some soup and carefully brought it to you.

You took it from him and took a cautious sip, eyes lighting up at the taste of it. "AH! Minho! You saved me! Doyeon's food was going to kill me!"

"HEY!" Your roommate huffed.

Minho laughed. "I'm glad you like it. You could've told me you were sick. We're par- friends no?"

You looked at him for a moment. "Yeah. My fault.."

He shook his head and handed you the folder. "Catch up Madam President."

You looked at the folder for a moment before looking at him, "I- thank you."

Minho somehow managed to suppress the smile that wanted to come to his face. "Yeah, whatever, just make sure you get better, taking notes is hard." He muttered.

You rolled your eyes.

After Doyeon went to bed, Minho persuaded you to also go to sleep, he made you take more medicine for your cough.

"You'll be back tomorrow or the day after?" he asked.

"The day after probably, in case I'm still contagious." You said softly.

He hummed. "I'll take good notes then."

You laughed lightly. "Thank you really.."

"The president can't fall behind because of an illness."

You smiled. "Idiot.."

He smiled gently. "Go to sleep, I'm going to leave before your friend jumps to conclusions."

You huffed a laugh. "Okay."

"Alright... Sleep well Y/nnie." He said as he left your room.

"Good night Min..."

Minho closed your bedroom door and made his way out of your apartment, making sure to lock the door before leaving. He leaned against your door as he closed it. "Dummy..." He muttered. "Relax it's good for you.." He said softly before walking down the hall to the elevator.

You did manage to come in to class the day after and you were immediately greeted by the student council in a bit of disarray because of the upcoming campus tour.

"Excuse me!" You clapped your hands to get the people's attention.

They all looked at you before Yuna jumped on you.

"OH Y/N I'M SO GLAD YOU'RE BACK!" She squealed.

"Schedule." You smiled at her.

"Yes ma'am!" She jumped into her her chair and spun for a moment before slamming her hands on her desk. "The high schoolers will be touring our campus the day after tomorrow, on Monday you have your speech in front of the administration and you have a scheduled meeting with a student later.

You nodded.

The people in the room stared at you for a brief moment.

"WELL?!" Jia shouted all of a sudden. "GET TO WORK WE CAN'T HAVE CHAOS WITH HIGH SCHOOLERS ON CAMPUS!"

The students started scrambling to get things done and you stood and went to history, greeting your teacher and apologizing for your absence before going to sit beside Minho.

"You're late." He smirked.

You checked your watch, you were three minutes later than usual. "You're suspiciously early."

"It's becoming a habit. You're rubbing off on me." He shuddered slightly.

You pushed him gently and he turned to look at you, as if asking you seriously just shoved him like that.

"I hope you don't rub off on me." You smiled.

Minho rolled his eyes.

Mrs. Jung started class and you kicked off quickly, you had to admit, Minho was a decent note taker.

After class you went to your office and fixed yourself a bit, waiting for the student who wanted to meet you. You opened your lip gloss and were in the middle of applying it to your lips when you heard a voice you dreaded to hear..

"Dolling up for me?"

You froze, looking at your mirror.

"Y/n?" Yeongsu said in a sing-song voice, you felt icky with how he drew your name out slowly, taunting you... "You haven't answered my calls, thought I'd pay you a visit." he grabbed the tiny cat figure you had on your desk.

You closed the mirror and looked at him. "Why are you here?"

"I got worried when I heard you were sick." He sighed, walking around your desk and kneeling, he tried to take your hand in his, "After all, you're my girl.."

You pulled your hand back roughly and glared down at him. "I am not yours. If you have nothing to talk about please leave."

Yeongsu cocked a brow. "I'm not one of your little student council members you can order around, Y/n." He stood.

"Leave." You said more firmly.

He reached his hand out to caress your cheek and you grabbed his wrist.

"Don't touch me," You said through grit teeth, "Leave now."

He stared at you for a long moment and you held your breath. Yeongsu pulled away and rolled his eyes, "You're still so uptight." he muttered, reaching into his pocket and taking out a cigarette. "That's fine," He looked at you. "I like it when you fight back."

You bristled.

He lit the cigarette and took a long drag, exhaling slowly. "If only they knew their perfect president ended up in my be-"

"Get out!" You shouted, springing from your seat so fast it hit the wall with a loud bang.

Jia opened the door to the office at that sound and stared in shock at Yeongsu.

He smirked taking another drag in the silence, exhaling and then whispering, "You're not all that amazing, Madam President."

You stared at your desk, trembling with rage as he walked out of the room.

"Y/n.." Seungmin ran in and stared at Yeongsu as he left before running to you. "Y/n-"

"Open the windows.." You muttered, the smoke choking you, no, the thought of that bastard choking you.

"Wh-" Jia started.

"Open a damn window!" You shouted before falling into your seat, burying you face in your hands. "Please..."

Seungmin ran to the side of the room and began opening the windows.

You took a few deep breaths, "Let's get ready for the tour..."

While finalizing the plans for the tour, Jia and Yuna left before you as most of the council did, you sent emails to the schools that would be coming and arranged for food for the students. You were so engrossed in your work you didn't notice the sky darkening and were only pulled out of your grind by the rumble of thunder.

You looked out the window as rain droplets started pelting against the window. "Crap." You looked around your desk for an umbrella and cursed as you found nothing in its usual spot.

You grabbed your stuff and shoved it into your bag before heading to the front of the school, you opened your phone about to call a cab.

"Y/nnie never has a ride does she?"

You turned and stared at Minho.

He smiled, holding up his keys.

In the car the only sounds there were was the sound of the window wipers and the quiet music on the radio.

"Let's go to my place, it's closer." He reasoned.

You looked at him. "Yeah, okay."

When you got to Minho's apartment he got out with the umbrella before going to your side and shielding you from the rain as you walked in. The elevator ride was quiet. Too quiet so you said, "We're going to keep researching."

"Yeah." He said, "Uh- My friends hang around here often. Don't mind them too much, they're a little um.. rowdy."

You nodded, "I don't mind."

Only when you got to the apartment you were surprised to see not one or two friends but three men and three cats.

One of the men looked up from something he was eating, "Minho, who's the girl?"

"Minho brought a girl home!?" A man with very chubby cheeks who you recognized immediately as Jisung poked his head out of a room, he froze when he saw you before laughing lightly and going back into the room.

"He did?!" A familiar voice said in shock.

You looked at Chan one of the fraternity presidents.

He looked at you, then Minho and back at you, "How did this happen?"

"RIGHT!?" Jisung called.

"We're here to work on a project!" Minho huffed, "Please.

"OHH!" The muscular man at the table looked a bit shocked for a moment. "We'll leave then, yea?"

"Yeah.." Minho rolled his eyes as Jisung and Chan came out of wherever they were and gathered their stuff.

As they were leaving the muscular man shouted, "USE PROTECTION!"

Your face got hot and you turned to the door.

"CHANGBIN!" Minho shouted.

"SORRY! Leaving now!" He called back before he finally left.

You looked at him. "Let's get to work shall we?"

He laughed slightly and motioned to the sitting area.

"Your cats are cute." You said as a dark colored striped cat came up to you.

"That's Dori." he said as you pet the cat. "Soonie." He motioned to a white and orange cat laying on the floor, "Doongie." He pointed at the last cat which was walking over to Minho.

"The names are cute." You hum as you let Dori run off.

"Someone called them old fashioned..." Minho rolled his eyes.

"Who?"

"No one important. Let's get to work."

For the most part you and Minho worked very diligently and then your phone buzzed, you gave it a glance before it buzzed again and you frowned turning it on its face to ignore it. It buzzed again and you huffed, grabbing the device.

You saw the instagram messages and rolled your eyes.

You hum and put your phone down.

"What?" Minho asks.

"Nothing." You shrug.

Parties with Hae-joo were... a lot... especially since Hae-joo was such good friends with Yeongsu.. 'For old times sake' worried you. Did Yeongsu put her up to it?

You jumped as Minho flicked your cheek. "HEY!"

"Pay attention." He rolled his eyes.

You hummed and looked back at your work.

"Is there any particular place you like?" Minho looked up from his computer.

"Not really no." You shrugged. "Maybe my bed."

He rolled his eyes. "The beach?"

"Never been." You said looking at your computer.

"HUH!?" he blinked in shock. "It's like an hour away!"

"I never have time I'm always working or sleeping. or both." You laughed lightly. "I didn't live too close to a beach when I was a kid either."

"I'll take you one day."

You stopped typing. "You serious? I don't need to go-"

"Its really pretty there. At the beach I mean.. especially at night."

You noticed the way he smiled slightly.

"Friend of mine took me and" He sat up and started typing. "It's just really nice."

"I'll consider visiting." You laughed.

That night Minho was scrolling on instagram when he got a message from Jisung.

The first thing Minho thought about was how the heck YOU of all people would actually go to a party like that.

The tour began early, the moment the high schoolers arrived you made sure everyone was on their best behavior. As you showed the students around the classrooms and lecture hall, you noticed him watching you from his seat in his accounting class.

Yeongsu was watching you as you told the high schoolers about the class before motioning for them to follow you out. You came to your history class and greeted Mrs. Jung, explaining the touring high schoolers and then you explained the class and it content and why it was a mandatory class.

"We'll continue now," You said about to leave, as you ushered the students out, Minho came down from his seat and grabbed your arm gently.

"Are you coming over later?" He asked.

You blinked a bit stunned, "No, I have to get ready for my meeti-"

He made a face, "We need to finish the project,"

"We have a few more days. It's fine." You smiled and pulled away.

"Is he your boyfriend?" One of the high schoolers asked.

Your mouth fell open, "I-"

Minho looked at you and smirked, "She's a very close friend, we're not dating."

"Oh," the student said.

You cringed as one of the girls gave Minho her number on a slip of paper. "Let's continue."

Minho looked at you and laughed lightly.

After classes you were in the student council office and you decided to visit Hyunjin in the dance studio. You opened the door and blinked a few times in confusion at someone fixing Hyunjin's stance.

"It's ugly." The person said. That voice was familiar...

"AGH! HOW!" Hyunjin fumed.

"Stand like this!" The person stood the supposed proper way.

"THATS HOW I W-" Hyunjin's mouth froze as he saw you.

"What?" Minho stared at you in shock for a moment.

"You like dancing?" You smiled slightly.

Hyunjin grinned devilishly behind Minho and tried to run away but the older man grabbed him and dragged him back.

"Yeah." He cleared his throat. "Is that a problem prez?"

You made a face. "No. Not at all. You should teach me sometime." You walked around a bit. "I just came to say hi... I'll go. Leave you guys to fix that."

Hyunjin tried to pull away from Minho who held him tightly by the forearm. "SAVE ME!" He mouthed.

You rolled your eyes and left.

At the party, it wasn't surprising that majority of the students were acting like it was a club, you squeezed through the crowd and looked around a bit.

"Ain't no way the president herself came to a party like this."

You turned and rolled your eyes at your friend Hongjoong, "Long time no see."

"How could you ever see any of us if you're always cooped up in that student council office?" A tall dark-haired man threw an arm around Hongjoong.

"You act like I'm there 24/7 Hwa." You laughed.

"We never see you anymore." He shrugged, "You don't want to associate with the riffraff of your past huh?"

"You aren't riffraff," You sighed, grabbing a soda from a table as you continued walking, "I just decided to grow up a bit."

The loud music shook the whole house and you felt it vibrating through you as you walked. You opened the soda can and took a quick sip.

"Y/N!"

You turned to the voice and smiled at Hae-joo, "Hey."

She hugged you, "Didn't think you'd actually come..."

"I didn't either, looking for a fr-" You stopped half way through your sentence and stared at Yeongsu, who was smoking in the corner with his guys, staring at you.

Hae-Joo's eyes followed yours. "He won't bother you, I made him promi-"

"Since when has he kept a promise." You took another sip of your soda.

"Come on, everyone's waiting for you." Hae-joo dragged you to the kitchen, all your old friends were there, laughing and smiing and drinking.

San was the first to notice you. "Y/N" He put down his drink and hugged you tightly.

"Hey! Hey-" You squeaked as everyone else piled on you.

"Give the girl a break. You'll crush her." Yunho rolled his eyes and smiled, "Good to see you."

You and your friends caught up when you noticed him as he walked in with Jisung and Chan. You left your friends for a moment and started walking over to him. His dark eyes met yours through the crowd and your heart skipped a beat.

He walked over to you and laughed slightly as he looked you over, "First time I've seen you dressed in something other than business casual or pajamas."

You made a face, "I'm not always dressed business casual."

"You always look uptight." He motioned to the crop top. "It's a good look on you."

Your face got hot and he looked at someone talking to him for a moment. You left Minho there and went back to your friends, you huffed as you noticed they were no longer in the kitchen.

You picked up your soda and took a sip after you finished the can you noticed that your head felt a little foggy like you were drunk. You stumbled slightly, it was a fucking soda. Unless.. you cursed under your breath, why had you left it unattended.

You stumbled and almost fell over, someone caught you and you were about to apologize when you saw the tattoo on his wrist and pulled away.

"Y/n, are you alright?" Yeongsu reached for you and you shook your head. You needed to leave, you needed to find Minho.

You pushed past the sweaty, dancing bodies and found tipsy Hyunjin and Chan.

"Y/n?" Chan stood, completely alert suddenly, "You drank?"

You shook your head, "Where's Minho?"

"I haven't seen him, do you need to lea-"

You pulled away and ran looking around you went up the steps and looked around at the drunk students, then as you entered a room you saw them. Minho, Jisung, and several other people you didn't recognize, you're heart stopped as you took in the position Minho was in.

A girl sat on his lap, taking turns with him at a cigarette. You watched as the smoke clouded up as Minho exhaled. The girl giggled and was practically rubbing herself all over him. Your breath picked up and you felt tears clouding your vision.

Minho looked at the door and his eyes widened slightly at the sight of you. Your eyes met and you shook your head before you took off running.

Minho came out of the room looking around the party. Where had you run off to.. You weren't the type to drink. At least he didn't think you were. You looked scared.

"Y/N!" He pushed past some people in the party then he heard someone.

"Y/N JUST RAN OFF!" a guy groaned.

Minho turned slowly.

"YEONGSU!" Hyunjin...?

Minho stared at his friend who had another guy by the collar.

"What did you do?" Hyunjin said lowly.

"My friend put something in her drink nothing bad-"

Minho saw red. "WHAT!?"

Hyunjin released Yeongsu and backed up as Minho stalked towards them.

Yeongsu stared at Minho, "What? You want to fight me? I didn't think she'd run out like th-"

Minho punched him hard.

You lay in bed staring at your ceiling as your phone rang for what felt like the hundredth time, maybe it was, you weren't counting.

"Girl.." Doyeon whispered as she walked into your room with (fav flavor) ice cream. "What happened?"

"Maybe I'm stupid, Doyeon..." You muttered.

Doyeon looked at your phone as it rang again, Minho's contact flashing across the screen. "Did he-"

"Him and Yeongsu aren't that different." You rolled away from her.

"Y/n.." Doyeon hugged you, "You don't need a guy, you've got me and Jia and Yuna... Hell even your guy friends."

You stared blankly at the wall.

"Y'know what, we're going to cheer you up, right now." She dragged you into a sitting position and opened the tub of ice cream, "The student council president is the strongest most independent woman I know, and she is the last person to beat herself up over a boy."

You stared at your friend. "Y-Yeah."

"Come on." She held up two spoons, "We can watch that show you wanted to try."

You walked into the student council office the following Monday and sat in your chair. "Yuna, schedule."

"We have a general meeting today and that's it." She said.

"Uh huh."

Jia's computer dinged. "You have a student meeting today."

"Schedule it for after lunch." You said, you walked into history class and turned in your paper on the Roman empire, you felt a twist in your gut, Minho wrote this with you.

You went to your seat and pulled out your computer, as class began you took notice of how Minho wasn't late... he never came.

You pushed down the worry in your gut and dragged yourself to lunch then the student council office. On your way you saw Jisung in the hall, he looked at you for a moment before turning back to the person he spoke to. You got into your office and stared at your phone, the notifications from Minho had piled up,you scrolled through the message notifications of "I'm sorry", "Answer", and "We need to talk".

You put your phone down as the door opened and you stared at Yeongsu. He smirked as he closed the door, "Heard your little boyfriend had a bit of trouble." You noticed the black eye he had.

Trouble... what trouble could Minho be in? "He's not my boyfriend," You said. "What can I do for you, Yeongsu?"

"Come on Y/n. Let's think logically here, you like when I do that." He walked around the desk and behind your chair. "Minho is in the same boat I am, maybe he's got a little heart. Maybe he's tryna crawl out of the pit we're in. But the same way you went to that party after you said you were done with us, he's fucking around with other girls because it's in his mind. You can take the person away from their habit. But you can't take the habit away from a person, Y/n..."

You stared at your desk. "What do you know..." You muttered as you looked at your phone on the desk. A notification from Jisung came on the screen.

"Huh?" he turned your chair to face him. "Think about it Y/n, you came back, you haven't changed deep down and neither has he."

"What do you know?" You looked up at him speaking a bit louder.

"Y/n."

"I'm asking 'What do you know?' what do you know about change that I don't? For you to educate me?" You stood and glared at him. "I'm different, I'm uptight, I'm reserved, I don't trust anyone! But I trust him. I've seen him change, I know he's not perfect, he's tempted all the time, he makes mistakes! He's human. He's more human than you will ever be." You pointed a finger in Yeongsu's face and said lowly. "So don't tell me he'll never be better. Leave." You pointed to the door.

Yeongsu stared down at you. "You think he's that good for you huh.."

Your eyes narrowed.

He didn't say anything more and left the room. You stood there and shakily exhaled before grabbing your phone and looking at the messages from Jisung.

You ran as fast as you could to the front of the school and called a cab, when it arrived the guy looked at you in the rearview mirror. "Where to?"

"Beach please.." You said frantically.

"Lady the beach is like an hour from here-"

You threw a wad of twenties to the front of the car. "Is that enough?"

The guy opened his mouth then closed it before turning on the engine again and looking at you, "Buckle up."

You gave him another twenty, "Make it fast."

When you got to the parking you waved the driver off and looked around, you ran to the sand and searched. You ran a bit and stumbled looking around you moved to get your phone and called Minho. It went straight to voicemail and you screamed running further into the beach looking for him, anything, his car, his jacket, anything..

You fell and gasped as you noticed that your heels were digging into the back of your ankle. You sat down and stared at your phone, the last message from Minho was from the morning. You took off your shoes and winced. Remembering how Minho had given you those slippers and told you to wear more comfortable shoes.

Your eyes filled with tears as you called him again, it went straight to voicemail. You were about to throw your phone into the sand when you heard the soft sound of sound shifting beneath someone's feet.

"Didn't I tell you to wear comfier shoes.." Minho said softly, he kneeled in front of you, taking your feet gently in his hands.

You stared at him, tears starting to fall from you eyes, "I was rushing.."

He looked up at your face and smiled softly. "You crying prez?"

You wiped your face and punched him. "I WAS WORRIED!"

"I thought you didn't want to see me anymore, I messed up, you wer-"

You kissed him hard.

He blinked in shock for a moment as you pulled away.

"Don't scare me like that!" You punched his chest again.

"I'm sorry.." He whispered. "For everything."

You stared at him for a moment before hugging him tightly. "I hate you."

He smiled and hugged you back. "I love you, too.."

Minho picked you up on his back and carried you back to where he parked his car. He got you in and drove to a small convenience store, buying you bandages for your feet and some slippers. He sat you on a bench outside and carefully put the bandages on the blisters on your feet.

You watched him for a while. "Who was that girl..."

"Which girl?" He looked up for a moment.

"The one who was on your lap." You muttered.

He looked up at you. "Y/n," he looked apologetic. "I don't even know her..."

You smiled slightly, "So she isn't important?"

He smiled. "Were you jealous?"

"NO!" You looked away, cheeks burning.

"I like someone a lot more than a random hoe.." He put the slippers on your feet.

You spun to look at him. "Who?"

He rolled his eyes and stood, bending to be eye level with you. "You, Madam President." He kissed your forehead gently.

You stared at him.

"It's late, let's go back, hm?" he helped you to your feet and led you back to the car.

You finally checked your phone after it buzzed for what felt like the millionth time.

"Do you want to go back?" Minho looked at you, before looking back at the road, "We have class tomorrow."

"I already turned in the paper." You said, putting your phone down. "We can go back tomorrow.."

Minho looked at your hands on the console, "Yeah..." He reached over and took your hand in his, giving it a soft squeeze.

You walked into the student council office to see Jia and Yuna talking to Yeongsu.

He noticed your presence first and quickly got up. "Y/N!" He walked over to you, reaching for you.

You took a step back. "Explain." You looked at the girls.

"We thought he'd know where you were." Jia said.

"Where were y-" Yuna started.

"With me." Minho walked in and smiled at Yeongsu.

Yuna and Jia stared at you.

Yeongsu opened his mouth to say something but stopped as Minho put an arm around you.

"You are?" He stared at Yeongsu.

Yeongsu closed his mouth and walked out.

Seungmin looked at Yeongsu walking out as he walked in, took in the sight in front of him and rounded on his heel. "Good luck with that."

"I KNEW IT!" Yuna pointed at you two.

You rolled your eyes.

"Coffee?" Minho whispered in your ear, "You don't want to be late."

"Why so uptight?" You raised a brow at him.

He rolled his eyes and smiled as he dragged you out.

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[juneberrie]

MONSTER HIGH CHARACTERS WITH A PARTNER WHO SLEEPS IN CLASS

requested || monster high masterlist

───featuring: frankie stein, cleo de nile, draculaura, clawd wolf, clawdeen wolf, deuce gorgon, heath burns, jackson jekyll, holt hyde, lagoona blue

FRANKIE STEIN

would look over and be like 😟

pokes ur arm like "are u asleep?"

and then she realizes you are asleep and she laughs quietly

would probably write ur notes for you??? or like she'd move ur pen/pencil so there aren't random scribbles on your paper

"did u sleep well 😊" when u wake up

CLEO DE NILE

tbh she probably wouldn't notice for a good while

she'd go to ask you a question

and there you are with your head down, obviously asleep

she'd be like "oh 😒" and then just ask you her question later

if anyone near you is like making a ton of noise she'd glare at them and tell them to shut the fuck up

DRACULAURA

"oh!" when she realizes

she'd like giggle bc she thinks ur so cutie

and she'd probably just leave u be for a while until a few minutes until class ends and she'd be like "if u want i can ask frankie if you can borrow her notes" bc lets be honest she probably doesn't take notes

CLAWD WOLF

would probably let you use his jacket as a pillow or a blanket or something

don't expect him to let you copy his notes (he doesn't take any)

would try to explain what the teacher was yapping about but he's rlly bad at explaining so it sounds like "so this and ummm i think that and probably this too.... i think he said something about this?"

CLAWDEEN WOLF

would tap u bc she noticed ur head down and she's like "are u okay"

"oh they're asleep!"

if the teacher asks why ur head is down she'd be like "they have a headache" or smth

will let u copy her notes

glares at anyone breathing slightly too loud

"shut up can't u see theyre trying to sleep?? yeah thats what i thought"

DEUCE GORGON

okay so this bitch is kinda stupid

and he sees u asleep right

so he like pulls out an extra pair of sunglasses from his bag

and he sits you up and puts the glasses on you

bro is so proud of himself!!!

its so obvious you're asleep and then u get woken up bc the teacher is like "wtf"

HEATH BURNS

he'd be like "y/n! y/n!" and then realize ur asleep

and then very loudly go "OHHHHHHH YOU'RE ASLEEP"

so you probably get woken up tbh

he'd be like " 😨 sorry 😜"

either that or he'd notice and very loudly shush people

JACKSON JEKYLL

bro is in shock

how??? are you sleeping???? in class?????

he'd be really nervous for you

cause he doesn't want you to get in trouble for sleeping in class

when u wake up he tells you to get more sleep at night or something

HOLT HYDE

straight up would NOT care

bro was listening to his music and he like looks over and sees u asleep and he's like "okay!"

he'd probably draw on ur hand tbh or like ur paper

when u wake up he's like "omg hey" and would give u one of his airpods as yall walk to class

LAGOONA BLUE

she'd let you sleep

she wouldn't really notice but when she does she's like "awww" and moves ur notebook out of the way so she can write notes for u <3

[lanasturns]

OBSESSION ! M.S

paring; stalker!matt x fem!reader

word count; 1.3k

warnings; masturbating (m but not in detail), stalking, swearing, degrading, praising, p in v, unprotected sex, kitchen sex (yumm), stomach bulge.

summary; she was easy to become obsessed with.. so easy to where matt’s insatiable hunger needed to be quenched.. so what happens once he makes his way into her house one night?

A/N; this is my first time writing something related to the sturniolos, please bear w me. 😭 (TYSM KENDRA BAE FOR HELPING ME aka her-favorite)

color coding;

matt. y/n.

she was always so beautiful to me. the way she walked, dressed, or spoke. that's why i followed her home that day.

✧ ˚ 　· 　　 .

it was a freezing tuesday, the stars seemed to shine brighter than any other night. but that might've been my brain messing with me because of the beautiful sight thats standing infront of me.

god she was gorgeous, her hair, her face shape, her cheek bones, her body; everything about her was perfect. and thats the reason i've decided to follow her.

;

; we sat in class, it was boring as usual. that was until she ran into class, exclaiming that she was sorry she was late before coming to sit down in front of me.

i stare at the back of her head, fidgeting with my pen before returning my focus back to class.

; you let out a sigh of relief as you sit down, pulling out your notebook and pen, opening it and scribbling down notes that were written on the board.

you quickly look over at your friend that sits a desk away after she threw a ball of paper at you that thankfully the teacher didn't see, "what is it?" you ask.

"did you get home safely last night?" she raises a brow, you in fact did but something did feel a bit... off. when you left you had a strong feeling you had been followed back home.

"uhm, yeah why?" you reply, "well just because you left so late last night i had to make sure you were alright." you nod and turn back to the board to write more notes.

; days passes and you always felt off while walking back home, whether it was day or night you always felt followed.

this one specific night you were laying in bed after you had just gotten back home from studying at a friends house, you sat up and as you did you got a call from an unknown number.

you decided to pick it up, putting the phone to your ear thinking it was probably a friend prank calling you but instead all you heard from the other side was heavy breathing and soft grunts.

standing up you walk to the window, "hello? who is this?" you question only to have heard another grunt. you pull the phone away and stare at your screen before hanging up, "fucking weirdo." you go and sit back down on your bed only for your phone to ring again from the same number.

this time you don't pick it up, letting it continue to ring. you get back up and walk out of your room, softly thudding down the stairs and walking into your kitchen.

right now you were wearing a black tank top and red plaid shorts so it did get a bit chilly when you opened the freezer, you grabbed a watermelon popsicle to suck on for a bit.

as soon as you unwrapped it and threw the wrapper away you turned around only to be pressed against the counter by a tall, brunette man.

he had a black t-shirt and jean shorts on, his blue eyes stared you down as your eyes darted across his face as you eventually recognized the man as matthew sturniolo, the guy who sat behind you in geography.

"what are you doing in my house?!" you exclaim, but he only remained silent. his hands pinning you to the counter, hovering over you. your eyes looked at his right arm that was showered in tattoos which you did find a tad bit attractive but that quickly fled your mind as his lips attacked yours.

you froze, processing what was happening before shoving him off, "what the hell man?!" you attempt to run back up the stairs but he grabs your arm, pulling you back into him, "don't leave." he whispers softly but more in a demanding tone.

you only stare at him as his lips attach back to yours for the second time, but this time you didn't push him away, you didn't pull back, instead you returned the kiss. he wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you in closer and pinning you against the kitchen counter, his clothed bulge rubbing up against your clothed cunt.

you jump up onto the counter, pulling back from the sensual kiss and quickly pulling your tight top off which made your tits bounce a little, making matt stare for a moment too long.

he quickly tears his shirt off before looking at you again and takes your shorts off, letting them fall to the floor aswell as his own, "god you look so... so pretty." he stares at your body, only clothed by your bra and panties. his bulge, now very visible aching for release as he traces the hem lace of your pink panties, "cute ribbon" he says with a smirk which slightly embarrasses you.

"may i take these off?" he looks up at you with hooded eyes, waiting for your approval. you return his question with a soft nod and he slowly pulls them down, eventually discarding them somewhere across the kitchen. matt looks down at your wet folds before pushing his head between your thighs and licking a long stripe up which you whimper in return, "god, you don't know how long i've wanted this..." he lets out a sigh before grabbing your hand and placing it on your cunt, "feel how wet you are? you dirty slut." matt pulls his boxers off, his dick slapping up against his stomach.

you raise your brows, the size catching you off guard, "you like what you see, hmm?" he hums as he lines up with your hole, without warning he shoves straight into you making you both swear under your breaths, "fuck, you're so tight." he groans, "oh matt." you moan, your back arching until your chests touch. "you gonna be a good little slut for me, yeah?" he shoves his member in deeper which stretches you out more, "yes... yes i will.." you whimper, he hasn't even started moving yet he already has you whimpering and moaning for him.

your hands find their way to his hair, feeling his soft curls. after what felt like ages he finally began to thrust into you, not even starting off slow. you could feel every vein, only being able to focus on the pleasure you were receiving rather than anything else. you didn't even hear the curses he let out as he pumped his cock in and out of your tiny little cunt. he looks at your face seeing your eyes closed, "look at me while im fucking you." he demands, his pace quickening. you don't obey, only shutting them tighter from the pleasure. he smacks your clit, "i said look at me." you squeal and open your eyes, pulling on his hair which you earn a grunt from, his hips work faster, pounding relentlessly into you. "i- im sorr-y!" you whimper, the fucking making it hard to form any words. your legs wrap around his hips, pulling him impossibly closer. his hand traveling down to your lower stomach, pressing on it, "you feel me there, doll?" he pushes up into you which makes you throw your head back with a loud moan.

"yes matt, yes.." you can feel yourself getting closer and closer to your climax, "oh god-- fuck im so close.." he grunts as he hears your beautiful words hes been longing to hear the whole week. "cum for me baby, please." as soon as he says those very words you release, coating his unprotected member. he quickly pulls out and releases all over your stomach which is also where he finds himself laying his head down.

you both stay there for a few minutes, trying to catch yall's breath. "so...how'd you get into my house..." you question, looking at the brunette who had recently just fucked you senselessly.

"you left your window unlocked." he says nonchalantly. "fair."

[pedrosgrogu]

Born Too Late - Chapter 2

pairing/au: neighbor!joel x reader // no outbreak

Warnings: MDNI, age gap, angry!joel for a second, blood, fighting, drinking, no use of y/n, i think thats all idk let me know if i missed anything xoxo. 

Summary: Between your awkward encounter with Joel, and being thrown a new student right at conference time, you just need a break. Your best friend from high school comes to visit, and you both hit the bar. What could go wrong? (1.5k+)

a/n: i was so excited to write this chapter. i think this is going to be a slow burn pwp moment because im a slut for that. im not sure how many chapters, ill just see how the first few go :p. as always, special thanks to my gurl raven for helping with the mood board and ideas. let me know whatcha think :)

Chapter 1 - Chapter 3 - Main Masterlist

It’s been a month and a half since your distant but awkward interaction with Joel. You’ve been avoiding him like the plague. You’ve listened for the rumble of his truck to take off before you head out, and are always home before him. You hope he’s forgotten. Your school year so far is okay. You have 18 fifth graders, and share a teacher's assistant with the grade level so your life consists of work and home. Your friend Penny is coming to town for the long weekend and you’re picking her up at the airport right after work today. 

Penny: I can't wait to see you! We have to hit some bars after I get in and clean up.

You: Please. I'm dying to get out of this god forsaken house, and I need a break before parent teacher conferences. 

Penny: Yessss!! My flight is supposed to land at 4:03 so I’ll text you when I'm headed up the concourse to you! 

You: See you then. Love youuuu! 

Work was alright, it's getting close to the end of the quarter and you’re dreading it. You have 18 parent teacher conferences to schedule and 15 of them are for kids that could give a shit. It truly surprises you how little parents and students care about their education but there's only so much you can do. You write out an email for parents, detailing how to sign up for conferences. When going through your roster, you notice a new name “Sarah Miller”. Weird, she makes 19 on your roster and you let your head fall into your hands. You email your admin asking about the new student. The reply reads: 

Good Evening, 

Sarah was in Mrs. Williams' class across the hall, but after an incident involving her and 3 other girls, her father requested she be moved. If you have any questions, please reach out to Mrs. Williams. Her information sheet, including test scores and parent information is attached. 

MillerSarah5thGrade.JPEG 

Best, 

Dr.Tate

You open the attachment to look over her test scores and familiarize yourself with Sarah and her strong suites. She seems like a smart girl, straight A’s and perfect attendance. You click through and see it. The parent information sheet. In big bold letters under Father/Guardian it says “Joel Miller.” You get nauseous. “There's no way” You mumble, now throwing your head into your hands. 

You never knew Joel had a daughter, but you have been avoiding him like he's the second coming of the Black Plague so why would you know? Before you know it, it’s 3:30, and it's time to go get Penny. 

You wait at the end of the concourse, as far as you can go before security stops you. You have a bouquet of her favorite flowers, calla lilies. You see her at the same time she sees you. She runs and borderline knocks you over with the giant hug she throws at you. “I missed you SO much yellow!!” -a childhood name that always stuck. “I missed you too, Pen.” You both follow the signs for baggage claim and grab her small black suitcase, decked out in stickers from all over the world. Penny is an anthropology TA at a college in Ireland. She's a few years older than you, and working on her doctorate. You guys have been friends for years, ever since high school when you were a freshman and her a senior. You met in biology class and have been inseparable ever since. 

You make your way to the car and load her bag in. You shut the door and before you can ask about anything, she says “Soooo how's sexy old neighbor? I forgot his name.” she laughs.  You made the mistake of telling her about what happened, and honestly hoped she had forgotten. “I haven't seen him in weeks. Truthfully, it's full avoidance mode from my end.” She frowns. “I bet he thought it was hot. You HAVE to talk to him!” You blankly stare, trying to forget what happened, and wishing you’d kept your mouth shut. “Funny you say that Pen.” She double takes. “What do you mean?” she says, raising an eyebrow. “His daughter just got moved to my class, and I have to schedule a parent teacher conference with him.” Her eyes grow wide, wider than you thought humanly possible. “HE HAS A DAUGHTER?! WHEN WERE YOU GOING TO TELL ME?” You sigh. “I didn’t know until today when I was going through my roster after work. I told you, I've been avoiding him.” Silence ensues for a few minutes before Penny begins to talk again. “I just think-” “Penny can we please just drop it? I don't want to talk about it or think about it, not this weekend. I want us to have fun, I want to find a cute age-appropriate man in a bar and never talk to him again after tonight.” “Alright” she sighs. “But I'm picking the first bar.” 

It’s 8 o'clock and you’re putting the finishing touches on your makeup. Penny is in a long golden silk cami with white jeans and sandals. You chose to wear something similar, except a blue denim miniskirt with a hot pink cami. You fix your strapless pushup bra and add a little more lipstick. “The cab will be here in 5, you ready?” You hear Penny exclaim from across the house. “Yeah!” 

The cab ride takes about 10 minutes, not too long. You pull up to a bar with a gravel lot and big neon sign that reads “The Tipsy Bison”. “Penny, what the hell is this?” You ask, handing the driver a $5 bill as a tip. “It’ll be fun!! I heard about it years ago back in Dallas years ago.” You groan. This place truly looks like a shit hole. You hear the music bumping through the front doors, and try to make the best of it. Penny is always so busy so you appreciate that she took time to visit you, and plan the evening. You both head to the crowded bar and order 2 vodka tonics and 2 shots of tequila. While waiting you scan the bar, noticing the varied ages at the tables and on the dancefloor. Your bartender brings your drinks back and before you can pull your wallet out, Penny is signing the check. “My treat, you get the next round” she says with a smile. “To hot neighbors, and men we’ll never talk to again after tonight!” she yells, laughing and raising her shot glass. You roll your eyes, raising yours and throwing it back. Both of you slamming the shot glasses on the bar at the same time. “Let's Dance!” Penny yells over the loud music. 

You have no clue what time it is, and no clue how many drinks you've had. Penny is dancing with some guy she met on the dancefloor and you’re off to the side at a table. You’re struggling to hold yourself up and realize it’s probably time for some water. You wobble over to the bar, and ask for water. On your way back to the table, a man approaches you. “Hey sugar, need some help?” he says, attempting to grab your waist. “No thanks, I'm good.” You say, stepping out of his reach. He follows behind, this time grabbing your wrist. “You sure baby? You look like you could use a hand. I know a real nice-” you interrupt, “I said I'm good.” you say, jerking away once again. You make it back to your table, water in hand, making sure to lock eyes with Penny so she knows you're safe. Before you can get a sip of water in, the man is back. “Lets go darlin’” The man says, grabbing your wrist yet again. You try to stop him but no words will come out. The music is loud, Penny is dancing, and your legs are barely moving as he drags you toward the door. All of the sudden, you stop moving and fall. And when you fall, you see a punch hit the man right in the head, all you can see from the floor is a large man standing over the man trying to drag you out. “I believe she asked you to stop.” Another punch. “Why cant you fuckin’ accept no for an answer, John?” Another punch. You recognize that gruff voice, but can pinpoint where from. There's now a crowd, and the floor has opened up where this was happening. The man who was dragging you, John, tries to stand. His eye is swelling up, and blood pours from his nose. You feel like you’re going to get sick. You need to find Penny. 

A few minutes pass. People pass by, laughing at the mess you created. You feel helpless. You try to stand but your footing is nowhere to be found. Your anxiety has taken over and you're stuck. “Darlin', can I help you up?” You hear. You try to grab the hand you see reaching down, but the room is spinning. Once you get to your feet, you turn and see Penny. An instant wave of relief. washes over you. You look up and begin to thank the man. “Thank you. I have no idea what-” as you pick your head up, you now realize why you knew the gruff voice.

It’s Joel. 

[thelov3lybookworm]

Love Needs No Voice (Part 2)

Part 1

Summary: He is not what she thought he would be.

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A/n: eheheh be warned children, id warned you before, and im warning you now, this fic goes on to be angst and sadness with no happy ending. obviously, i love you all, thats why im writing this in the first place 😇

im an angel arent i 🥰

anyways, enjoyyy!!! and cry

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Y/n had skipped school for two days after the popular guy found out about her muteness, and she was sure everyone in the university knew by now.

Y/n hated when anyone who she did not trust found out about her muteness, her past experience making her always keep her guard up.

She'ds had to change her schools multiple times because almost everytime someone found out about her lack of voice, they would either make fun of her or pity her, and Y/n despised either option.

But then Y/n met Nesta in high school, and since then they'd been inseparable. Nesta had gone as far as to change her schools so that Y/n would always have a familiar face to rely on.

Her teachers were always notified of her problem, and they never made Y/n do anything that might have her speak, but they also did not stop other kids from bullying her.

"Y/n? You coming today?" Nesta called out as she walked into Y/n's room, and Y/n winced, turning away from the mirror she was staring at herself in.

She nodded, signing to her friend. You go. I'll be with you in a minute. I need to grab some things.

Nesta gave Y/n a thumbs up, walking out of the door. Y/n sighed, looking around at the mess in her room, wondering if she really should start cleaning it up a bit more. The clothes lay haphazardly around the room, on her bed and on her chair, an empty cup discarded on her bedside table.

She decided not being late to her classes was a priority, and that she could chide herself after she returned.

With a final glance around the room, Y/n went to grab her bag from next to her door. She slung her backpack over her shoulder, then paused when her eyes landed on a shiny, expensive looking pen.

His pen.

Two days ago when Y/n had practically run away from Rhysand, she had accidentally shoved his pen into her bag along with her own belongings, uncaring as getting away was the only thing on her mind.

Y/n stared at it a moment longer, then grabbed it, holding it in her hands as she walked over to where Nesta was waiting for her next to the door.

Nesta eyed the pen with disdain before meeting Y/n's eyes. "Do you want me to return it for you?"

Y/n shook her head.

"Okay. But if anytime you change your mind, let me know. I'll stick the thing right up his expensive arse."

That made Y/n smile, and she stepped forward to grab Nesta's elbow as she slid the pen into the pocket of her jacket.

"I'm not kidding. I really will."

Yeah yeah whatever you say. Y/n signed.

Nesta huffed, turning to lock the door once the two of them stepped out.

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Y/n had hoped to put his pen on his desk when he was not sitting on it and then quickly leave. Easy, right?

Wrong.

Y/n mentally kicked herself as she stared into glittering violet eyes, the owner of them grinning.

"Hey." He murmured, having snuck up behind her, catching her trying to be sneaky.

Y/n gave him a small nod, her eyes narrowing at the excitement that rolled off him in waves. She wondered what had him so happy.

He took a deep breath, glanced around, making sure no one was near or watching, then lifted his hands.

Ever so slowly, he began moving them, the grin on his face melting off as a furrow of concentration appeared on his brow.

Y/n watched, her breath hitching.

"How are you doing?" He signed.

Y/n could do nothing but look at him, frozen in place as she realised that maybe, just maybe, this guy was not the asshole she was hoping him to be.

And for some reason, that scared her.

He glanced up, his eyes hopeful. When Y/n simply stared at him, wide eyed, he faltered.

"Did I do something wrong?" Rhysand tugged on his bag's strap that hung over one of his shoulders, his lips turning down into a frown as he mumbled to himself. "I knew I should have found someone better."

Y/n shook her head slowly, then raised her hands, eyes never leaving his.

"I'm good. How are you?"

The happy gleam returned to his eyes. "I'm perfect."

Y/n smiled softly, because she was getting the feeling that he really was perfect.

HIs eyes tracked the movement, swallowing as he straightened. He looked back down to his hands.

"So... now we can be friends?"

He glanced up at her his eyes questioning whether he had done the signing right. Y/n smile widened, nodding.

"Did you always know sign language?"

Rhysand blinked at Y/n, confused. Y/n cocked her head.

"You haven't learned that yet?"

Rhys shook his head.

Y/n thought for a moment, then grabbed the pen she had been about to return and pulled out a paper from her bag. She wrote down her question and gave him the paper.

"Oh. No. I started learning it two days ago."

Y/n nodded, glancing behind him to find the professor Christina, who taught them english literature, entering the classroom.

Y/n nodded her head to Rhysand to tell him that the teacher had arrived before walking to her seat, her heart fluttering.

Her heart fluttered so much that she began to wonder if she was going to die.

Only time will tell.

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[staarb0y]

can you write a smut enemies to lovers with nick and make reader? like nick was readers bully in middle school and then they get almost all the classes that are the same in high school

Apology

Pairings: Nick Sturniolo x male reader

Warnings: Praise

Summary: Nick wants to apologize for how he treated you during your middle school years. You go to his house after school and he makes you feel better.

Word count: 2,940

a/n: I go to school in canada so middle school is grades 7-9 and high school is grades 10-12 and you have 4 periods a day. Also I hope you want a part 2 because you're getting one!

a/n 2: It wouldn't let me put Freak by Lana Del Rey but thats the fucking song I wanted so go listen!

When you walked into your first period english class and saw Nick Sturniolo sitting in one of the seats you instantly wanted to leave and not come back. He had bullied you all through your middle school years and made your life hell. When you realized the only empty seat left in the class was right next to him you felt even worse. You sat down not even acknowledging him, expecting to have something thrown at you, yelled at you, etc, but nothing. The teacher walked in and the class started, he was going over what your first assignment for the week would be when a note landed on your desk. A little crumpled up sticky note. You look up and see Nick staring at you. When he sees you looking back at him he immediately puts his head down. Weird behaviour coming from him you think to yourself. You open up the crumpled up sticky note and see his messy handwriting. 'Looking good today y/n ;)'

You grab your pen off your desk and write back 'thanks asshole.' You crumple it back up and throw it back onto his desk where it originated.

You knew you got hotter over the summer. You started working out, cleared up your skin, started eating better, and it showed. You got a new haircut that suited your face better and you started dressing how you wanted to. Today you were wearing a plain hoodie and jeans, along with some adidas sneakers. The hoodie was slightly small on you, so when you lifted your arms it showed off your waist.

When the bell rang signalling you to your 2nd period class, you got up and started navigating through the busy hallways. You're almost at your 2nd period when you feel a hand on your shoulder. You turn around and Nick's facing you. "I wasn't joking with what I said y/n, you look really hot." Is he serious? "Thanks I guess... but why the fuck are you talking to me. You've treated me like shit the past 3 years." He looks at you with guilt, "I know, thats why I wanna talk to you after school. Would you walk home with me?" What the fuck. What changed, why's he acting like this. "Let me think about it." You turn around and walk away into the crowds of people in the hallway.

You sit down in your 2nd period art class and when you think you're gonna get a break from Nick he sits down at the other end of the table from you. "You're persistent," you say. He looks at you, "look I just wanna talk," he says.

You spend the rest of your day trudging through 3rd and 4th period trying to ignore Nick, who keeps following you to your classes. With your luck, he somehow manages to have the exact same schedule as you. As you look up at the clock for the 100th time in last period the bell rings. 'Fucking finally' you think to yourself as you get up and head to your locker. You get your stuff and walk out of the school ready to finally go home. As you start the walk home you hear Nicks voice behind you.

"Hey y/n, can I walk with you now?" You forgot that Nick would be walking home with you. "Sure," you say. He catches up to you and walks next to you. "Y/n, I'm really sorry for how I treated you the last couple years. Over the summer I realized that I just felt bad about myself and I took it out on you and I'm sorry. I like you." What. I mean you always thought Nick was kinda hot even though he was shitty to you. You just weren't expecting this coming from him. "I wanna get to know you better, maybe I can try to fix how I've treated you in the past. Do you wanna come to mine? My parents aren't home and my brothers are gonna be at their friends." "Sure, how far's your house" "Just a few minutes from here."

As you walk with Nick you wonder if you're making the right decision. He's been a total dick to you for the past 3 years and now he wants to be friends with you. You arrive at his house and walk in, taking off your shoes as he closes the door behind you. "Come on," he says, leading you upstairs to his bedroom. You walk into the room and sit down on his bed. It's really comfy and his whole room kind of just has a comforting vibe to it. He sits down next to you on the bed. "I'm really sorry y/n, I wish I could go back in time and stop myself. I hope this helps make up for it." He grabs your face and brings his lips to yours, kissing you softly. He pulls away, "was that ok?" You answer him by pulling him back in and kissing him deep. Your arms wrap around his neck and your fingers are tangled in his hair as he slips his tongue into your mouth. You deepen the kiss, whimpering into Nicks mouth as he tongue fucks you. You slowly pull away panting when Nick pushes you onto his bed, laying you down. You look up and see Nick undoing your belt, and then pulling down your jeans.

If you wanna suck me off so bad can we atleast get into a more comfortable position. He turns red in the face, "yeah of course." You kick your jeans off your ankles, left in just your boxers. You pull your hoodie off over your head revealing your defined figure. You climb further onto his bed and under his covers, now lying under his multiple cozy blankets. He climbs in next to you and scoots down, lying fully covered by his blankets. Just his head is visible in between your thighs as he kisses the growing bulge in your boxers. He grabs your waistband and pulls down your boxers, taking them completely off and chucking them onto his floor next to your jeans.

"Fuck you're big y/n." He grabs your dick and starts to tongue at your tip, tracing wet circles on it. He takes your dick into his mouth, getting about halfway down before he goes back up and sucks on your tip. "Mmh fuck Nick. Fuck your door has a lock right?" He pulls off your dick, jerking you off to make up for the loss of the warmth of his mouth. Slick noises fill the room as he moves his hand up and down your length. "Yeah it does, and no one's gonna be home for hours anyway so don't worry about it. Just let me make you feel good ok?" That he is. He puts his mouth back on your dick, bobbing up and down quickly as his hand does the rest of the work at your base. "Oh fuck Nick your mouth feels incredible please don't stop!" He goes faster with his mouth, making your tip start to feel a little sensitive. His hand starts to move a little easier with his spit lubing it up. You feel your precum start to drip into his mouth. He does too, wanting to suck every last drop of it out of you. He milks your dick for more, sucking hard and lapping his tongue up and down your length in sync with his head. He moans around your dick, vibrations adding to the pleasure as his lips tighten. He feels more of your precum drip onto his tounge, swallowing the salty consistency. "Nick fuck," you groan out as his free hand cups your balls, fingers grazing your taint. You whimper and pant as you feel your orgasm coming on, "mh Nick I think I'm gonna cum." He pushes his head down your length, trying to take you to the base. He does but not without gagging a bit, your dick getting swallowed by the back of his throat. His nose is hitting your pubic bone as you shoot your cum down his throat. He sucks you through your orgasm, mouth remaining all the way down your dick as he sucks softly. He does this until you go soft in his mouth, he pulls off and looks up at you.

"You want a turn?" You ask, slightly out of breath. "Fuck yeah," he says, looking at you excited. You quickly switch positions, you now laying in between his thighs. You pull down the slutty grey sweatpants he was wearing, "No underwear, really?" He smiles as you pull the sweatpants down far enough for you to access his dick. You grab his already hard dick and start to jerk him off, making him let out soft pants and whimpers. You lick his tip as you keep jerking him off, quickening the pace on his dick. "Y/n fuck you're good at this" he says in between pants as you keep licking his tip. You tongue at his slit making him let out a loud whimper. You wrap your lips around his length and slowly sink down, taking him inch by inch. "Ah fuck good job you feel so good." You wrap your tongue around his length and suck, salivating all over his dick. You feel yourself blush from the praise he was giving you. You pull your lips up to his tip and then down quickly, starting to bob your head on him. You start to grind your hips into the mattress below you, whimpering softly around his dick. "Good boy y/n," you make him moan as you suck him, quickening the pace of your head on his dick. You grab his balls with one of your hands as you continue to suck him, fingers brushing against his taint. You use your other hand to jerk him off at the base, making up for the last 2 inches out of his 6 that you couldn't quite take into your mouth. "Mm fuck y/n such a good boy for me keep going." You feel yourself blush some more as you continue, starting to taste his bitter precum in your mouth. You grind into the bed as you suck harder trying to pump more out of him, bobbing your head a little lower every time you come back down, trying to reach his base. You feel his hands in your hair as he suddenly holds your head firmly in place, thrusting into your mouth. You moan around him as he pulls out to his tip and thrusts all the way back in, pubes hitting your nose as you take him all the way. You grind harder into his bed, dick twitching while you suck him. He keeps fucking up into your mouth, holding you in place. You grip onto his thighs as more precum spills into your mouth. You swallow it down quickly begging for more. He rests his hips down on the bed and controls your head instead, letting your head do the work while he trys not to cum too quick. He has a firm hold on your hair as he pulls you up before quickly pushing you back down to the base of his dick. Your spit is dripping down his balls to his taint as he fucks your mouth. You can feel him deep in your throat as moans spill out of his mouth. He continues using your head as a toy, cursing under his breath as he moans out your name. You tighten your mouth around him, and he moans out loud, "fuck, just like that please don't stop y/n please." You keep your mouth tight around him as he controls your head, dick throbbing in your mouth. He fucks up into you a few more times before he cums hard into your throat. "Fuck y/n mmh," moans are falling out of his mouth uncontrollably as he rides out his high, gripping your hair tight as he uses your mouth. "Fuck y/n that was so good, your mouth is so good." You keep sucking him, slowing down and sucking softly on him as he goes limp in your mouth. He pulls out of your mouth slowly, a strand of saliva connecting his tip to your tongue.

You pull up those grey sweatpants he had on, climbing on top of him still naked. You pull him into a kiss, tongue sliding into his mouth. He moans into you as he can taste himself on your tongue. Your spit slides into his mouth as he grabs your ass, groping you. He begins to fight back with his tongue, ultimately winning when his tongue is exploring your mouth. His arms wrap around your neck, holding you in place. Your laying on him naked when his tongue slides deeper into your mouth. You start to suck lightly on it, making him whimper into your mouth. You swallow the mix of spit in your mouth, moaning as he continues to explore your mouth with his tongue. You melt into him as you make out, one of his hands reaching back down to your ass to grope you. You swear his tongue has touched every part of your mouth by the time you slowly pull away.

You climb off him, grabbing your boxers off his floor and sliding them onto your thighs and up past your aching dick. "You want some of my sweatpants?" He asks. You nod and he grabs you some out of his dresser, handing them to you. You slide them on and now you're matching with him, both wearing grey. "Come here," he says. You walk over to his bed, he's sitting on the edge of it, legs open. You walk up to him and he places his hands on your waist, pulling you on top of him and onto the bed. "Cuddle with me y/n" he speaks softly into your chest. You obey his request as he lays up against one of the pillows on his bed, you resting your head on his stomach. "Is it ok if I sleep over Nick?" You ask, looking up at him. "Yeah of course, but my parents can't know ok? If they come upstairs hide under my bed." "Okay," you say, resting your head back onto his stomach. You reach for your phone, grabbing it and texting your mom.

Is it cool if I hangout with my friend tonight?

Yeah that's okay. Are you sleeping over there?

Yes

Ok

You put your phone down on his bed and close your eyes as your head rests on his stomach. "I'm sorry for everything I've done to hurt you y/n. I hope I made up for it a bit just now," Nick says softly. "It's a start," you mumble. He plays with your hair as you fall asleep.

[cissyenthusiast010155]

hihi~! can you write a fic w/ dom!larissa x sub!reader where r's a teacher at nevermore and is dating larissa. r is feeling a little bratty one day and she gets dressed in a revealing outfit thats definitely not appropriate for school and teases larissa by bending down infront of her, which ends up w/ r getting fucked hard by larissa to the point shes a panting, moaning, whimpering mess? (can you also include pet kink, mommy kink, overstimulation, and possibly a breeding kink?) ty in advance ! -v

Hi v!! Thank you for your request! Sure, I really enjoyed writing this 💞 Enjoy!! And I hope you have a lovely day/night ♥️♥️

Bait Me ~Dom!Mommy!Larissa Weems xFem Sub!Bratty!Teacher!Reader

Mommy… Master List

Requests & Prompt-List

Warnings: NSFW, 18+!!!, smut, g!p fucking, desk fucking, mommy kink, pet play kink, breeding kink, overstimulation, etc.

Enjoy (;

Normally, you were a good pet. Larissa’s good girl. Your mommy’s good pet…

But not today weren’t.

Today, you had picked out quite the scandalous dress to wear, as you taught your classes and made your way around Nevermore. A bratty glimmer shone in your eye as you smirked. You practically waltzed through the halls with far too much skin on display.

Eventually when your break comes around, right before the lunch period, you set your eyes on your true target… Larissa.

You waltzed to her office and entered without knocking. The blonde principal was on a call, so you leaned forward on her desk, wiggling your fingers at her and showing her your exposed tits. You smirked as the woman’s eyes widened and she chocked on the phone.

You then got back up, “accidentally” knocking down a pen on her desk along with you. You took the opportunity to bend all the way over, putting on a show for the woman. The tall principal then finally put the phone down.

“What… Are. You. Wearing…?” Larissa seethed.

You bent back up, turning to face your girlfriend with a smirk.

“Oh this…?” You giggles mischievously.

“God I could practically rip that thing off of you…!” The blonde jeered.

Your eyes widened and you bit your lip in anticipation.

“Yes please mommy” you hummed with a smirk, your heart beginning to race.

Larissa’s eyes shone with dark lust and the gall of you challenging her. She pulled her chair back from her desk.

“Front and center, pet.” She commanded.

“Yes mommy”

You immediately scurried around the desk and in front of the woman. Her hands then began to tear the thin material of the dress right off you. You gasped and gawked as Larissa literally was doing as she said she would.

“I… wait mommy— the door…!” You pleaded for her to lock her office door.

“Oh no, pet…” Larissa darkly chuckled, ripping the rest of your dress away, “auf someone comes in, they will have to see just how much of a slut, my pet truly is…”

The thought made your stomache twist, and it wants jolts of electricity to your core. You gulped and nodded.

“No knickers or bra…? Tsk tsk tsk…” Larissa tutted, “Such a filthy pet…”

You blushed furiously.

“All for you mommy…” you whimpered.

The woman then swiftly spun you around, pushing you to bend over on the desk. You yelped but instinctually spread your legs for the blonde. You then heard shuffling, what you assumed to be Larissa undoing her own dress.

You suddenly felt the woman’s hands holding you steady. And you jolted forward as you felt her shapeshifter member against your folds. You teasingly wiggled your ass in her face.

Larissa growled in response and plunged her dick into your aching cunt in one thrust. You both groaned out in pleasurable pain.

“Fuck Mommy—!!” You yelped.

“Shhhh pet, don’t want everyone to know who you belong to now do we…?” She wickedly cooed, before starting to set an absolutely brutal pace of fucking you.

You were seeing stars within minutes. Larissa had you cumming for the first time quickly, the second orgasm coming like a tidal wave quickly after the first.

You were gasping for breath, doing your best not to cry out, as she ducked you so hard that the desk shook.

“That’s it pet…” Larissa lustfully groaned, “Taking mommy’s cock like such a good girl…”

You reached your third high before Larissa had any thoughts of cumming herself.

“Mommy GOD please no more—-!!!” You pleaded.

“Tsk tsk tsk, pet…” Larissa hushed you, “Need to breed that pretty belly of yours first… Stuff you full of my babies” she growled.

Your eyes rolled back as another crash of euphoria hit you like a brick wall.

“FUCK yessss Breed me Mommmmmyyyy!!!” You cried out.

Larissa couldn’t deny such a delicious request, immediately painting your walls with her cum. But she didn’t stop there. No, she kept pushing orgasm after orgasm out of you.

Until you were rendered incoherent. That’s when Larissa finally stopped and pulled out of you. She cleaned herself up, and the helped you. You were panting heavily and letting out little mumbled moans which were completely incoherent.

“What’s that, pet…?” Larissa taunted.

You responded with more incoherence. The woman chuckled.

“That’s right. Just a dumb pet for Mommy…” she hummed, obviously very satisfied with herself.

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Larissa Weems Masterlist

[lokilysolbitch]

i really don't understand non adhd peoples advice to ppl with adhd. "just put all the distractions away" ?????????? literally what. do y'all,,,do y'all??? need???? physical distractions to be distracted??????? ????????????

like what is supposed to happen. okay so i took my phone out of the room. that wasn't the main distraction anyways bc i was staring at the wifi signal on my laptop and tracing the bars with my nail. clear the display?? i mean sure but i've already moved on to thinking about the font of the o's on the textbook. they have like. thin lines for the top and bottom parts but the rest is kinda thick. i should try that pomodoro study thing i saw a while ago. when was that like ten years ago?? damn thats old. i was like twelve. i had this one music teacher when i was twelve and she used to use these colorful pens on the sheet music and i'd always be like why are you writing on music with pen how will you erase that but to be fair it was really pretty and like i get it now bc i got a bunch of markers recently and they're so fun. i'm trying to learn to draw and i'm not sure if my art style is more colorful or like pencil sketches because i like color but i always default to pencil sketches and then never color it. i should make a tumblr post about that sometime. maybe later tho because i'm busy right now. oh shit yeah i'm supposed to be studying. how has it been twenty minutes already. oh wait i was supposed to clear my display silly me. where's the button for that even. hmmm where's settings oh i saw this one video about settings the other day but it was really confusing i think it was supposed to be a joke or something. it was kind of funny tho and i looked at the account and the whole page was just about settings like imagine if i did that with photos or something like how do you come up with that but at the same time i kinda g

[aliveinacoffin]

Hating you as well

(And loving you so much more)

PT Uno, Part Two, Part Tres (you're HERE)

Part three of Hating you as well, where you and Aizawas feelings fester and grow now that Eri seems keen on pushing you two together

Tw!: Suggestive language, erm, i think thats it lmao

Fem!Reader, She/Her pronouns

The transition for Eri was an extremely strange one. First, it felt like living with a baby deer, no sudden movements and explicit information on what was going on. The knives had to be hidden, so as to not trigger Eri. You spent your lunch with her, and she was tossed around during the day, every free period a teacher had was spent with the girl.

It was one night a week into her living at the apartment that changed everything.

In your room, you and Aizawa separated your beds with a thick curtain, giving off a semblance of privacy. You had completely taken over the bathroom, makeup, your hair care, hair dryer, and other things cluttering the space up. You had also taken over the majority of his room, posters, papers and clothes littered the space. Still, you both slept in your separate beds, mostly avoiding each other in the room as much as possible.

Until Eri came into the room sniffling.

You both made a point to keep the door open, telling her she could come in at any time.

"H-hello?" She walked in, holding a stuffed cat, sniffing. You shot up out of bed, your bed giving you a perfect view of the door.

"Yes Eri?"

"Eri?" Aizawa got up, pulling back the curtain to look at her.

"Uhm…" She trailed off, standing still, she still wasn't used to voicing her opinions, afraid to ask for things.

"It's okay to use your big girl voice Eri, you're safe here." Aizawa crouched down, looking straight at her.

"Can I sleep with you? I had a nightmare." She looked down, tears gently pooling down her face. You sighed resting your head back onto your pillow.

"Of course." You heard shuffling, but it stopped. "Eri?" He asked, confused.

"Both of you, please?" That made you look up again, staring at the little girl. The hallway light made her look so fragile, and you looked up at Aizawa, who was just staring at you, dumbfounded, arms outstretched to her but frozen.

"Y-yeah, of course." Aizawa just stared, shocked.

"Thank you." Her voice was small, and immediately she went to your bed, and you shifted to the wall and allowed her to crawl in. She peeked over, looking at Aizawa. "Are you gonna join us?"

Aizawa just looked at you, but slowly crawled over. He tried to lay over the blankets, but Eri refused, forcing him to get under the blankets as well. She laid directly in the middle forcing you against the wall and Aizawa hanging over the edge. Her breathing slowed, and she fell into a restful sleep.

Your eyes drifted away from her and up to him, watching him watching you.

A small smirk crawled over your face, "This is inappropriate y'know." You whispered.

He shook his head, deadpanned. "This is for her." 

Your smile dropped, as did your eyes. "I know."

"I-" He started, and he grabbed your attention. You watched him again, and he just sighed and rolled on his back. "Get some sleep, we have work tomorrow."

"Right." 

When did things become so unfamiliar again?

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The weeks stretched on like that, you working Eri in any way you could, Aizawa keeping watch of her quirk, and her getting used to this new life. Every day you both were mandated to make a report out to the Hero Commission, warned that any sight of trouble she'd immediately be sent back to the hospital.

"Have you filled out the report yet?" Aizawa asked, stirring whatever was for dinner. You looked up at him through your pile of tests. Shaking your head.

"Not yet, I'm behind. I'm trying to catch up before I do." Eri was currently in her room, having a really hard day.

Aizawa sighed heavily. “You need to get it done before ten. Today.”

“I know. But I’m weeks behind on grading, I have time.” You scratched your head, normal pen in your head as you scratched off right and wrong answers.

“Do you? It’s a large report, even if you start now you’ll barely get it done before it’s done.” You turned back at him, silent anger washing into your body. Your eyes flashed to Eri’s open door, remembering to keep your voice down.

“Will you stay out? I’m a grown adult, I’m not your student.” You whispered, voice filled with venom.

“If we fail to even turn in one, the commission will take her away. Do you want her to deal with the added trauma of that?” He shot back, voice also a whisper.

“And I’ll fucking do it, Jesus Christ, if I fall any further behind Nedzu will reprimand me for it. I’m nearly a month behind.” You were now clutching the back of the couch, furiously whisper shouting at the man.

“Watch your mouth, you need to keep your language under control.” 

That made you break. You snatched up your papers and got up, storming past him. Eri decided to walk out right at that moment and looked at you terrified. Your anger waned, and you smiled at her, getting down on her level.

“Hey babe, you feeling better?” You didn’t reach out to her, instead, you gave her space.

“Mhm…are you mad?” She tilted her chin down, looking scared all over again.

“No honey, now that I see you’re cute face, I’m all better.” You smiled brightly, hiding the touches of anger that were still left.

“But you were?” She prodded again.

“Yes, a little, but it was nothing you did. Between you and me,” You leaned forward, cupping one hand over your mouth. She stared at you, and you waved her closer. She did, rather hesitantly, and you whispered in her ear. “Mr. Aizawa is a big grumpypants.” Her eyes widened slightly at that, looking at said grumpypants. You leaned back, knees groaning at the movement. “And I just need a little break, like you do.” You nodded. “But I’m not mad anymore, and you did nothing wrong pretty girl.” You slightly booped her nose, standing straight up to disappear to your half of the room.

You quickly finished up the last of your appears, and sped through Eri's report. You opened the notes section, checking the time, it was nine-thirty, suck that Aizawa.

:Regressed today, and spent most of the day in her room. When we checked in on her, the sight of us in the doorway startled her, so we gave her space, calling for her from farther in the house so as to not upset her. Lost control for five seconds, but was quickly shut down by Aizawa, and soothed by me. Came out on her own for dinner.

You were still working when Aizawa crept back in the room, no words were exchanged between you two. When Eri came in for nightly cuddles, you worked at the foot of the bed, feeling two pairs of eyes watching you.

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The next morning was silent, Eri’s wide red eyes constantly bounced between you and Aizawa. 

He was eating breakfast hunched over the kitchen counter, scrolling through the hero network, while you tiredly worked through your schoolwork on the table, barely touching your food.

“Are you two…mad at me?” She asked suddenly, breaking the tense silence.

That got both of your attention, both of you flying to her side. 

“Of course not sweety, why would you say that?” You asked, rubbing her back in soothing motions.

“L-last night, yo-you didn’t sleep with us,” She looked at you, and guilt ate at you, she turned to Aizawa, “And you’re not eating breakfast with us.” She sniffled.

“Eri-”

“Honey-”

You both spoke over each other, and you looked up at Aizawa. Before when you had your spats you were able to just fight it out, now you had to sleep in the same bed and pretend everything was fine for the sake of Eri.

“We’re sorry, we never meant to make you worry.” Aizawa reassured. “We’re not mad at you at all, you did nothing wrong.”

“Yeah, you’re okay, I promise. It’s just..adults are weird.” You settled on that, and Aizawa just looked at you. “We’re being silly, that’s all.” 

“Promise?” She asked, holding her stuffed animal tighter.

“I pinky promise! The best promise there is.” You smiled, wiping away stray tears on her face. She gave a tiny smile, and leaned into your lap, resuming to eat. Aizawa made a move to get up, and she quickly looked at him. The man froze, and sat back down, now realizing you both were stuck here.

Mirio dropped by after breakfast, right on time as usual. He had Aizawa and you on speed dial, under specific instructions to call Aizawa first if anything went wrong, or felt like Eri could be in any type of trouble.

You both walked out, tense air in the elevator. Neither of you said anything, while the elevator dinged down, the silence stretching as you walked to your classrooms. You knew Aizawa would go to the teacher's lounge usually late to his own class anyway, whereas you were often early to yours.

On the walk to the school, he was the first to break the silence.

"Last night…" He started, hiding his face in his scarf. You looked at him, both of your eyebags apparent. It had been a hard month, the first few weeks both of you were working on making the home ready for Eri, and the last half you spent with said girl. But the violence around you and Aizawa grew, each of you taking your frustrations out on one another, but you couldn't say the things you needed to, fight it out like you used to. 

"Yeah?" You started, somewhat hopeful you could start an emotional conversation, instead of just pretending like nothing was happening between you two.

Aizawa was lost for words for a moment, and you two stopped right in front of the doorway. His eyes were filled with conflicting emotions, but he settled on one, a familiar one.

"It can't happen again, you need to be there for Eri, as do I." That cold tone was back, the anger. Why did you expect anything different?

"Right, sure. See you at the house." You walked away, trying to fight off tears.

You left him there, regret filling his being. Because the truth was? He never had been angry with you, he was just always angry at himself, and you were always there.

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“I’m spending the night at Snipe's house.” You said over lunch, looking at the papers scattered around the table.

“What?” Aizawa snapped his head up at you, and Eri looked up at you with wide eyes.

“You-” Your eyes flashed to Eri, and the bitter response that rested on the tip of your tongue fizzled out and died. “I’m just going to spend the night a floor above us.” I’ll still be here.

“Why?” Aizawa held no effort to hold back his anger. 

You shrugged, putting food in your mouth. “Just ‘cause.”

“No.” 

“No? I wasn’t asking, I was telling you Aizawa.” Your voice was cold, and Eri looked terrified between you two. 

“And I’m telling you, you can’t go.” His voice was as cold as yours, ice filled the room.

“Well, why not?” You decided to humor him, because why in the fuck did this man get to dictate your life?

“Because….Eri needs you here.” Because I need you here.

You took a deep breath, he didn’t get to use Eri like that. You turned to her, “What do you think sweet girl? Is it okay if I spend the night at another person's house?” Another man's house.

She was lost for words for a moment looking between you two. “Uhm, I-I-” Her breathing quickened, both of you rushing to her side. She clutched onto Aizawa’s black shirt, and you both realized you had placed her right in the middle of your fight.

“Oh sweetie I’m sorry, I’m sorry we upset you.” You kept your hands to yourself, looking up at her from her spot on the chair.

“It’s alright, we’re sorry hunny.” Aizawa mumbled from his spot, softly rubbing a hand on her head. 

After a moment of you two just mumbling apologizes and praises, she calmed down enough to answer.

She nodded her head, looking at you through her wet eyelashes. “It’s…it’s okay.” 

That shocked the both of you, you expected her to ask you to stay.

“A-are you sure? It’s okay if you say no, you’re opinion matters and I will listen to what you want.” You reassured, voice soft but firm to show you meant what you said.

“Absolutely, we won’t get mad, and you can voice your feelings.” Aizawa doubled down, still holding her.

“I-I’m sure, Mirio comes over and hangs out, and Mr. Snipe is nice. I’ll be okay.” Her voice was small, and she refused to make eye contact with you while she spoke, but her words made you melt. She wanted you to hang out with your friends as well.

“Okay, thank you babe.” You smiled, whispering. She weakly held her arms out, and you picked her up, wrapping her in a tight hug and spun. She squealed, but even when you stopped she held onto you. Looking over to Aizawa, you saw conflict behind his eyes. Good, dumbass.

Later, when you went back to your classes you texted to confirm things with Snipe.

Off Brand Cowboy 🤠🐎: Great, see you then ;)

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“Just call me if you need anything, alright?” You said, accepting the clothes that Eri handed you. She had insisted on helping you pack, even if you were just bringing over a backpack with your nightly routine, a charger, papers, and pajamas.

“Okay.” The little girl nodded. Over the month that she had escaped the terrible grips of Kai Chisaki, she had slowly but surely gotten better. Some days were hard for her, but she will have those days for the rest of her life. Maybe one day the image of the bird mask that haunted her will be nothing but a nightmare when she’s older, but for now, it was as if he still lived in the shadows. She was getting better at voicing her opinions, saying no when needed, and getting better at adjusting to normal life, of course, lunch was not a test of that. Arguing seemed to upset her in a muted way, and you questioned whether or not it was because she thought the anger would be turned to her. Her therapist seemed to think so, asking you two to keep your words kind and positive. Show her what healthy and normal relationships look like. You’d have to make it up to her later.

You stopped shoving things in the black backpack, you looked up at her, softly grabbing her hand. 

“I’m being serious, if you just want cuddles, just call me and I’ll be right there.” You made unbroken eye contact with her, while she stared back.

“Promise?” She asked, voice a whisper.

You smiled, and stood up straight. 

“Cross my heart, hope to fly, stick a cupcake in my eye.” You put your hand on your heart, then spread your arms out like wings, and finished off the phrase by sticking your palm flat on your eye. You decided to rip the phrase off My Little Pony, agreeing with Aizawa that the real phrase was too dark for Eri. She gave a small, closed-mouth smile, and jumped up to give you a hug. You laughed, holding her tightly. She pulled her head back and looked at you.

“Thank you, Ms. I’ll be okay.” She sounded so confident, like she was willing herself to be okay for you.

“Okay, sweet girl.” You put her down and zipped up your back. Slinging it over your shoulder you walked out of the room, with little Eri hot on your heels. You picked up your laptop on your way out, but you stopped at the doorway. Eri right behind you, and Aizawa leaning at the end of the entryway. You crouched down again, holding her tight.

“It’s just for one night, and I’ll be right upstairs, alright.” She nodded in your grasp. “And you can call me whenever you want, okay?” Another nod. You pulled back and pressed your forehead on hers. “Early goodnight, alright?” 

“Goodnight.” She hugged you again, and you stood up, staring at Aizawa.

“Don’t do anything you’ll regret in the morning.” Since lunch, he had been icy with you, hardly responding to texts, and if he did, they were short and dry. And when you both got home he acted as if you were a ghost, walking past you without even a passing glance. “And remember to fill out the report.”

“Thanks.” You looked down again, smiling while you ruffled her hair, mindful of her horn. “I’ll be back.” You left them standing in the same spot, closing the door quietly on them. The ride up was short, obviously, and you knocked on Snipe’s door. He opened it, wearing nothing but a tight grey tank top and short basketball shorts.

“Hope the ride up wasn’t too bad.” He joked, letting you pass. 

“Oh, it was awful.” You sighed, throwing your backpack on the floor, and basically threw your laptop on his table. You flopped on his couch, sighing heavily while lying on your face. He let out a loud laugh, warm and inviting. He sat down beside your head, throwing his arm over the couch while he clicked the TV on.

“Wanna watch something? The new Batman movie came out a while back, and I haven’t found the time to watch it.” You looked up at him, chin resting on the couch. 

“Thanks, but no thanks.” You sighed, getting up to grab your backpack and laptop. “I’ve got work to do.” You popped your fingers, putting your hair up to get started. 

“Now? It’s eight, and I thought you managed to get all your missing assignments done?” Snipe asked curiously, looking over at you.

“I did, it’s just one more thing I gotta do.” You shrugged, it usually takes an hour or two to fill out Eri's reports, having to write down every person she came into contact with, what she ate, how you dealt and interacted with her throughout the day, etc. Just loads of little things that you had to be hyper-specific about.

“Oh, alright.” He shrugged, putting on the movie anyway.

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You finished the report and had a light dinner with the man on the couch. Now you two were just sitting, watching a random comedy he had chosen. There was some space between you, enough for it to be respectable but not enough for it to be totally friendly. You were completely entrapped by the movie, smiling at whatever funny bit came on. 

But Snipe wasn’t. 

Unknowing to you, he was calculating the best way to make a move on you.

He decided to fully rest his arm on you, sliding it down from the back of the couch to your shoulders. You looked over at him but said nothing about his movements. He took that as a way for him to keep going, hand slowly sliding down your arm to rest at your hip, squeezing at the fat there. You fully looked over at him, making unbreaking eye contact with the dark man, his own watching you. Snipe slowly leaned over, getting in your face, coming to brush noses with you. You made no move to stop him, but you didn’t lean into him either. His lips brushed against yours, both of his hands coming to rest on your hips. Your hands went to his large chest, he was warm, sure, but it was wrong. Not the kind to keep you warm during a snow day, or the kind to hold you during rainy nights, he was just warm. 

Snipe sighed, head flopping down to your chest.

“What’s wrong?” You asked, confused by his sudden sound of defeat.

He looked up at you, a bittersweet smile on his lips. “Why’d you come over?” 

You shrugged, slightly shaking your head as you tried to format a response. “I just needed a break, Aizawa-” You rolled your eyes, laughing slightly as you said his name.

“You’re in love with him, aren’t you?’” Snipe cut you off, completely catching you off guard.

“What?” You were frozen on the spot, all emotions you had were replaced by the feeling of what.

“Every time you talk about him, no matter how mad you are, you always smile. You find a way to bring him into every conversation like he’s the only thing on your mind, and no one just agrees to watch over a child with someone they don’t love. Even now, you were thinking about him, weren’t you?” Snipe sat up, letting go to rest his elbow on the couch, tilting his head and setting in on his fist. You were frozen to the spot, lost for words while you processed his. 

Was that true? Even if he did piss you off, you did feel yourself smiling slightly with his name on your tongue, and it was hard not to talk about him when he just ticked you off every day. Rasing Eri was just a given, she needed more than just one support system to help her. There was no way…was there?

“I…I don’t know.” You whispered because you didn’t. Or maybe…

“You do, you just don’t want to.” He sighed, getting up. You scrambled to look over the couch, watching him with worried eyes as he opened his closet.

“I’m sorry.” He came back holding a thick blanket. 

“There’s no need. I’m gonna head to bed, alright?” Snipe turned around, putting his dreads up in a ponytail. 

“Alright.” He turned off the lights, leaving only the TV light on. You sat, stumped over what he had said. You couldn’t fall asleep that night, feeling too cold and lonely to do so comfortably. And horrifyingly you realized, you missed him.

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Somewhere downstairs…

“Eri, it’s alright, your okay.” Aizawa’s eyes burned, trying and failing to soothe the crying girl. She was ignoring him as she sobbed pitifully. 

Earlier after dinner, she had tried to help with cleaning the dishes, but she had dropped his favorite mug and had burst into tears when had cried out. That took forever to calm her down, as he wasn’t usually the one to comfort her over things like this. Then, when it was time for a bath, she wanted to do it by herself, which he respected. He waited and waited, and waited for her to come out, but after thirty minutes of pure silence, he politely asked to come in. When he got permission to do so, Aizawa found bubbles absolutely everywhere, overflowing the tub. Eri was dumping a whole bottle of conditioner on her head, and when Aizawa sternly told her no, she panicked and dropped it on her head, splattering it everywhere. That mess took two hours to clean up, having to calm her down and fix the bathroom up. Getting her to bed was another issue, she didn’t want to wear any of the pajamas, they were either too pink or too long, and some were too short, or not enough pink. 

In times like these he was somewhat glad she was able to act like a fussy six-year-old, but it also reminded him he didn’t have the patience or energy to do so.

She was practically falling asleep when she walked out of her room, eyes drooping while she stumbled around. Finally, finally, she fell asleep, far past her bedtime. Still, even if he was just so tired, he couldn’t fall asleep. He had exhausted his quirk, his body ached with years of use, and he himself was just exhausted. But he couldn’t just close his damned eyes, couldn’t rest his mind fully.

Aizawa felt guilty for earlier, not just because he had upset Eri over lunch, but because he had upset you. He didn’t mean to say no to you, but the words tumbled out of his mouth before he could stop them, just like always.  Aizawa knew Snipe's intentions with you were less than pure, and whenever he saw you two talking he couldn’t help the flame of anger that rose in his chest, that feeling of jealousy. It made him embarrassed and scared because he never gave a fuck about the sex lives, or even just the regular lives of others, but when it came to you, he just couldn’t help it. The whole night he had tried to emulate what you could do, but he otherwise failed or did it too awkwardly, unable to replicate your soothing motions and kind voice. Eri had also refused to sleep in his bed, instead, she made them sleep in yours. It only made his heart ache more, as he stared at the empty spot where you would be. 

Aizawa accepted the fact that he missed you, and that he needed you by his side.

But he had known that this whole time, he was just so afraid that you’d get tired of him, fed up with him, or maybe that he’d lose you. Aizawa Shouta was no stranger to loss, but he knew, deep inside him, that if he ever lost you, it would be his last straw.

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The next morning was slightly awkward with you and Snipe, but not unbearably so. Something that would pass in a day or two. For now, you made small talk.

“You excited about the school festival?” Snipe asked over breakfast, drinking a Red Bull. This was wrong, the smell of coffee and dark clothes were missing.

“School festival? What the hell is that?” It felt nice to curse again.

“You don’t know? It’s like the sports festival but for the rest of the school.” He snorted, eating a banana. That was also wrong, you didn’t hear the ding of toast or the sizzling of eggs.

“Oh, so what do they do?” You questioned, still slightly confused.

“Whatever they want, the hero commission is sticking their dirty noses in it, so whatever event the kids wanna do have to be approved, but mostly whatever.” He wiped his hands, leaving dirty crumbs all over the floor. 

“I guess I must’ve missed all that talk, I’ve been busy with Eri lately.” You shrugged, getting up to pack your stuff. 

“Yeah, it’s coming up pretty soon. Maybe you should take her?” Snipe suggested, walking you out. You were by the door, putting your shoes back on while he held it open for you.

“Hey, that’s not a bad idea!” You nodded. “Well, thanks for letting me stay the night. And…sorry about all of that.” You looked away, embarrassed. He waved his hand in dismissal. 

“No hard feelings, just do everyone a favor and get together already. You two are all anyone talks about.”

“Wait what?-” Your eyes widened, mouth dropping in horror.

“Okay, thanks m’byeee!” He cut you off, shoving you out the door before you could get another word out. You stared blinking at the elevator, unmoving. 

“Stop gossiping about us!” You shouted out loud, to no one in particular.

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When you came back home, Eri immediately hugged you, her grip was tight. 

“Woah pretty girl, is everything alright?” Worry filled you, but she just shook her head.

“I missed you!” Her yell was muffled, still holding onto your legs.

You laughed, bending down to fully hug her back. She turned her head to you, whispering in your ear.

“And so did Mr. Aizawa.” Your eyes widened at that, and your eyes flashed to said man. His eyes widened, flustered that he was caught staring at you two. And he had been smiling. He turned around, ears red.

You turned back to Eri, a light blush scattering your face. “How do you know?” You whispered back.

“He had a hard time without you, and he couldn’t sleep.” She admitted, eyes wide.

“He did?” She nodded dutifully like she was telling you the biggest secret in the world. It honestly felt like it, knowing the kind of man Aizawa was. “I guess I’ll have to have to stay with you guys, huh?” 

“Yes!” She jumped up, sitting down on the table to continue whatever she had been doing. You stood at the entryway for a moment, and Aizawa seemed to be really invested in making sure the dishes were extra clean.

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“Aizawa-”

“Hey-”

Both you and Aizawa started at the same time, cutting each other off. You laughed, and he just smiled.

“You go first.” You egged him on, watching his face disappear in his scarf.

“I’m..sorry. For putting so much pressure on you. I know all of this hasn’t been easy, and I haven’t been the most… cooperative to be with. So I apologize.” He looked forward, not making eye contact with you.

“It’s alright, I know it’s been hard on all of us. Just don’t shut me out.” That made him look at you, and he stopped. You stopped with him, standing in the middle of the courtyard. “You said we would do this together, and I can’t do it if you shut me out. You don’t have to hide from me.” Your words were true, your voice full of that softness that made Aizawa’s strong will melt away.

“I’ll try. I promise I’ll try. I can’t do this without you, and if I’m going to be honest, I don’t think I’d want to.” 

This was that familiarity you craved. Soft words that meant so much, admissions of feelings without actually outright saying what they meant. Now you couldn’t just fight out your feelings, you had to talk about them. For Eri, for each other. It was new and heart racing, it made your hands clammy and it made Aizawa soft inside. How long could you two go before one of you broke down and confessed?

Who knows, and for now it didn’t matter. All that mattered was being better for Eri. Even if that wasn’t the whole truth.

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The week flew by, and both you and Aizawa were in a better mood. The distance between all of you when sleeping grew shorter and shorter, until it came to a point when all of you just held each other. Aizawa’s arm stretched too far, wrapping around your waist while he held Eri. Yours did as well, rubbing his back to soothe away the stresses of the day. Breakfasts’ were far too friendly too, he sat maybe a little closer than he should to you, and you ate food off his plate far too much. Even lunches and breaks you spent together, legs brushing together while you ranted about whatever his students got up to, and he would listen closely, laughing quietly at their antics. 

Hizashi leaned over to Nemuri, the pair watching you two closely. 

“You think they finally got together?” He asked, actually managing to keep his voice down.

She watched you both for a minute, pursing her lips. “Nah, not yet. Give it more time.” She shook her head, tapping three fingers on her mouth.

“How much more?” The blonde groaned, throwing his head back.

“Pshh, three/four months?” Nemuri tilted her head side to side, unsure herself.

You burst out laughing at something Aizawa said, that look of adoration filled Aizawa's eyes.

“Nah, make it two.”

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The day of the festival finally arrived, and you were frazzled. Trying to find just the right outfit for Eri, while also trying to pick an outfit for yourself. Should she wear shorts? No, it's too cold for her. Pants? No she doesn't like them. Leggings? Too thin, unless she wants those thick ones, why didn't you buy the thick ones?!

"Ms. Can I wear this dress?" Eri was holding up an adorable red dress, with a white collar and frilly sleeves. 

"You sure? It's kinda chilly out." You rubbed your arms to emphasize that, she nodded, determined.

"Mhm! I'll wear leg warmers and ear muffs!" 

"Well, maybe it's not cold enough for ear muffs, but let's get you some leg warmers, alright?" You turned around to shuffle in her dresser, trying to find that specific white pair you bought a while back.

Aizawa walked in, holding a puke green sweater.

"Eri, why don't you wear this to the festival?" He held up the sweater, an ugly cat with bright pink lettering on the front. Both of you just stared at him.

"Uhm, I would but Ms. already picked an outfit for me." She pointed at you going through her drawer, red dress on your arm and leg warmers in your hand. That little shit.

Aizawa looked over to you, still holding up the jacket.

"Why doesn't she wear this instead? Or she could wear the sweater over it?" He offered, very adamant she wears the damn thing.

You grimaced, a painful smile growing on your face.

"No offense, but that's the ugliest sweater I've ever seen. So no." You shook your head, and you watched him deflate a little.

"I thought it was cute." He mumbled, holding it close to his chest while he walked out.

"Mr. Zawa, don't be sad!" Eri chased after him, arms flailing as she ran to him. You smiled and rolled your eyes, he's such a drama queen.

"Eri, come one you have to get ready honey!" You called out after picking everything you needed for her to wear. Walking out to the living room, she was rubbing his back while he stared at the jacket.

"Even Hizashi called it ugly, but I thought the kitty was cute." Aizawa was resting his head between interlocked hands, staring at the same sweater like it was a child he lost so long ago. A deep sadness in his eyes.

"And it is cute, I just uhm, don't wanna wear it right now. Maybe in one hour, but not now." Eri reassured, more just patting his back now. In Eri speak, one hour meant never, little brain too young to comprehend what one hour actually meant. Time was a fickle thing, something that escaped us so easily, and a concept to abstract for the pure mind of a child.

But for now, you just rolled your eyes. There's no way he thought that was cute.

"Eri sweetheart, you need to get dressed. We have to leave in an hour and none of us are even in clothes." You called out again, voice soft but stern. Her red eyes lifted, and she turned around.

"Okay! Wait for me please!" She asked, taking all the clothes out from your hands. She rushed to the bedroom, as if the moment she left as would you two. 

Now that she was gone, you sat at the table with the brooding man, who was still just staring at the piece of clothing. 

"Is it really that ugly?" He wasn't looking at you, and he couldn't see your very annoyed face.

"Yes, yes it is. But, you tried, and that's all that matters." You grabbed his forearm and squeezed. "Now we also need to get dressed, because you take forever to get ready." 

That made him look at you, an annoyed look on his face.

"No I do not. You do, picking out an outfit takes an hour alone." He pointed to you.

"What?! Nuh uh, you fall asleep halfway putting your clothes on, and it takes you forever to wake back up!" You argued back, sitting up straight to point an accusing finger at him. 

"I'm actually a very light sleeper, I just willfully ignore you." He admitted, face devoid of any shame or regret.

"You dick!" You smiled, pushing his shoulder. "I thought you slept like the dead. Instead, you just look dead." You teased, no bite in your tone.

"Ha ha, don't act like you don't find me attractive." Aizawa quipped back, dark eyes staring at you. That made you sputter, face heating up in a blush.

"Shut up!" 

"Good response." He chuckled, and you both turned back into the hallway. Eri looked at you two, then looked in between you. You both followed her eyesight, and froze when you both realized you were holding hands. You hadn't even noticed it, you must've missed the feeling of his thumb running across your knuckles, and he missed your hand enveloped in his. You both immediately pulled away, standing up. 

"I've got to go get ready-" You started, pointing to the bedroom.

"Yes, I should get dressed-" He shuffled, looking everywhere but you.

"Yup! Let's…get dressed!" Your voice was a bit higher than normal. You both stood there staring at each other, before you both bolted to your shared bedroom.

Eri stood there, before she walked up to the table and grabbed your phone. Unlocking it easily, she went to the secret group chat she had with your other teachers, spilling the tea willingly.

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"I swear to God Aizawa, I'll punt your kid." You growled, holding Eri's hand while you walked through the crowd of students and parents. Eri was too fascinated by everything around her to care what you two were talking about.

"I know, I apologize for his behavior. He's not usually this abhorrent." He sighed, free hand coming up to pinch his nose.

"From what I heard, that was tame." You looked over to him, giving him a look. He sighed and shook his head. Aizawa looked up again, making direct eye contact with a tired purple-haired boy.

"Let's go this way, I'd like to introduce you two to someone." He nodded his head in the direction of the student, and you looked at the grown man wearily.

"This is Hitoshi Shinso, a student from the general course." Said boy bowed respectfully, body stiff and uncomfortable.

"Hello Shinso, it's nice to meet you." You bowed your head, looking around the rather bland stall. They were serving candy apples, nothing more and nothing less.

"It's nice to finally meet you." He said, tired eyes looking between all of you. That stopped you, and you made a confused face.

"'Finally meet me?' What does that mean?" Eri wiggled out of yours and Aizawa's hands, shyly going forward to ask one of the students working at the stall for a taste. Aizawa stood still, eyes going wide.

"Well, Aizawa-sensei talks about you frequently-" The purple-haired boy looked confused for a moment, looking between you and the slightly panicking man.

"Because we used to spar together. Shinso wants to join the hero course, so I've been training him since the sports festival." Aizawa cut him off, looking at him to shut the fuck up.

"Oh, I kinda wondered where you were sometimes. Makes sense." You shrugged, brushing off the weird behavior. You looked back at the boy, giving him a smile. "I hope you make it, if Aizawa takes the time out of his day to help you out, I'm sure you've got talent." 

That made his droopy eyes widen a little, seemingly caught off guard by the compliment. He flustered, bowing again. 

"I'll try my best." 

"I love these! Mr. Zawa! Ms.! Mr. Shinso, you have to try it!" Eri came bounding back to you three, holding up a bitten into candy apple and shoving it in your directions. Aizawa and Shinso looked disgusted, but you bent down to take a bite, humming happily.

"Mmm, tasty!" You smiled, and she beamed. Aizawa seemed hesitant, but the look on her face melted away his will. He took his turn, taking a small bite on an untouched place on the sweet. He hummed as well, his small smile a little bit more forced than yours. He was never a man for sweets.

Shinso just stood on the spot, looking between you with a look that said you can't be serious. You motioned for him to take a bite.

"It's really good." You egged, trying to at least get him to try. He grimaced but leaned down to take the world's smallest bite. He smiled shakily.

"Mmm, so good." He covered his mouth while he chewed, trying to hide his pure disgust. It's not that he didn't like sweets, but asking him to share food with two grown adults and a sticky child? His worst nightmare, honestly.

Eri just smiled, so happy she found something she enjoyed all by herself, and of her own free will. She grabbed your hand, eating it happily while looking for something else to do. 

"It was nice to meet you Shinso." You nodded, but Eri got your attention once more.

"They're serving ice cream, can we get some? Please?" She was already tugging you away, and you waved goodbye.

"I'll be right there." Aizawa waved goodbye, sticking around his protégé's stall.

"She's just as you described her." Shinso admitted, unwillingly swallowing his bite. There was no malice in his tone, in fact, there was a tone of wonder. He wished he could have someone like you in his life.

"Yeah." Aizawa smiled softly, watching you eat the ice cream with Eri. His will to keep you away at arm's length slipped away by the second, because to do so pained him, made him realize how lonely he'd been without you. "She is."

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"The show's gonna start soon." You reminded Aizawa, who was trying not to itch away his kitty face painting. You ignored your dog face paint.

"C'mon Mr. Zawa! I wanna see Deku and his classmates!" Eri was pulling you two by the sleeves, her dragon face screwed up with the effort. 

"I'm-hold on you two." He grunted, pulling his lips in and making a somewhat apologetic face at the Gen Ed student, who was busy drawing a caricature of the three of you. "I'm sorry, they're animals." 

They chuckled nervously, painting the final touches to their drawing. They handed the drawing over, and Aizawa allowed himself to be pulled away. 

"Don't either of you even want to see it?" He asked, a little surprised that you two didn't even take a peak.

"No! We're gonna miss the opening!" You huffed, and Eri agreed. He sighed but followed your lead. 

You entered the main building, where he could see his students preparing to go on stage, Hizashi joined them from the back, skipping his patrol to watch his beloved students as well. Eri had climbed up on your shoulders, bouncing happily while she searched for Midoriya.

"What'cha got there dude?" He pointed a finger to the rolled-up paper, Aizawa just threw it to his chest, too focused on his kids to care what he said. Hizashi opened it up, giggling when he saw the drawing. The student had made you and Aizawa a couple, you kissing his cheek while he looked grumpily at Eri, who was staring at both of you with gigantic eyes. It was cute, and Hizashi snapped a quick picture before handing it back.

But Aizawa wasn't looking at him, or the students. He was looking at you two. Pure adoration filled his eyes, a real genuine smile on his face.

Yeah, give them a month.

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"Are you sure?" You looked over Eri with worry, holding the thick weighted blanket over her.

She nodded again. "I had a good day! I'm supposed to be a big girl, I can sleep by myself." 

"Okay, we'll leave all the doors open if you have a nightmare, alright?" 

"Okay, and will you read me a story, and leave my nightlight on?"

"Yes, of course." Aizawa nodded from the foot of the bed, already having a book out.

"Okay, taco or burrito?" You asked, looking at her mischievously. She gave you a confused look, mulling it over for a moment.

"Burrito?" She looked unsure, but otherwise trusting.

"Alright, first I laid down the tortilla." You flattened the sheets around her, then flattened her. She giggled when you went over her face. "Then I gotta put down some rice." You tickled her sides, and she squirmed, squealing. "Then I gotta put in meat." You grabbed all her favorite stuffed animals, putting them by her side. "And some lettuce." You gently brushed a finger using up motions on her nose, watching her eyes fluttering with the soft movement. "And I would put beans but I don't like beans, yucky." You made a face. "Then I gotta wrap it all up." You tucked her into the blanket tight, but not too tight. Picking her up slightly to get it under her. "Story?"

"Yes please." She whispered tiredly, eyes half closed. Aizawa scooted up, coming over to lay on the side by the wall, opposite of you. He opened the book, new spine cracking. 

"Once there was a fluffy bunny…." 

She fell asleep halfway through, her soft little snores filling the room. You both slowly crawled out of bed, and you made sure to plug in her star night light. You got up slowly, trying to creep backward before you tripped over a loose toy. You flailed back, but strong arms caught you before you could fall. You both sighed in relief and continued your crawl outside.

You left her bedroom door open and yours, both of you slipping out of normal clothes and putting on pajamas. You both did your nightly routine, you brushed your teeth together tiredly, washed your faces together, you made him start to do skin care and other menial things. When you both separated, mumbling goodnight, you shut the lights off.

There was silence, not a sound from the outside world disturbed the two of you. But you couldn't just fall asleep.

"...Aizawa?" You whispered very very quietly, if he was asleep it'd be too quiet for him to hear, but if he was awake….

"...yeah?" His voice was quiet as well. So he was awake.

"Can't sleep?" You looked over to his side of the room, your view blocked by the hideous blue curtain.

"No."

There was a beat of silence, and you mulled over your words. In the same quiet voice you used the first time, just in case he denied you could pretend it never happened.

"...do you wanna cuddle?" 

Another pause. 

"...yeah." You slowly got out of bed, and padded to his side of the room. Without a word, he scooted over, lifting the sheets for you to crawl under. 

There was space between you two, you stared at him with wide eyes and he stared at you with red ears. You scooted closer, and he lifted his arm, inviting you in. Without a word, you scooted under his arms, wrapping your legs around his hips. In turn, he tucked your head under his chin, holding your back tightly, rubbing small circles into your back.

His heartbeat was fast and erratic, and his fast breathing betrayed his cool face. But you just closed your eyes, focusing on his heart. The heart that unknowingly belonged to you, and only you.

You both fell asleep like that, Eri hadn't come in to disturb you two. Neither of you had shifted away from each other in the morning, basking in each other's warmth knowing full well the other was awake.

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The next month flew by, and Eri grew more confident in herself, sleeping more often than not by herself. The commission still demanded daily reports, but there wasn't much to report.

Both you and Aizawa continued with your unspoken closeness, sleeping I'm his bed and doing your daily routine together.

When Endeavor had that big fight with the Nomu, you all went over to support Shoto, watching the fight with him. And for once in the few months that you had known the boy, he was terrified. All of you ignored the tears that he spilled. Regretting what you had said in the comfort of your own home during the billboard charts.

"Is Shoto going to be okay?" Eri asked later that day in the comfort in your arms. Your head was leaning against Aizawa's chest, his steady breathing comforted you.

"Yeah, he'll be alright, he's strong." You rubbed her head, mindful of her steadily growing horn. You and Aizawa decided you would wait until asking her to practice her quirk. Maybe someday in the future, she could help Togata? 

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"So they finally got their hero license?" You teased, sipping a cup of hot cocoa. Little marshmallows in your cup. Eri happily sipped at hers, getting the drink all over her face.

"Yes, and less than an hour later they used it. They're going to drive me into an early grave." He chuckled.

"Well, did they do a good job?" You asked, wiping at Eri's face. She squirmed, trying to pull her head away from you.

"Sure, but they made a he-ck of a mess. Plus, we had to teach them how to act in interviews." Eri eyed him pointedly when she heard a curse on his lips, and Aizawa quickly corrected himself. He didn't have any change on him to put in the swear jar.

You laughed, almost spitting out the liquid in your mouth. "I saw the interview! God, they're such problem children!" 

He shook his head. "Don't even get me started on the number of times I told Bakugo that using excessive force, even on a villain, is illegal." 

"Ahh, you love them." You waved him off, and he pushed himself off the kitchen counter, sitting beside you.

"Eh, love's a strong word." He shook his hand in a so-so motion but didn't deny it.

"Loser." You chuckled, resting your head on his shoulder, wearing that black sweater from so long ago.

"Yeah, whatever." He leaned his head on yours, enjoying the sound of Eri coloring and your soft breathing. Enjoying the domesticity of it all. One could get used to it. 

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The air continued to get colder, your clothes got thicker, and even earmuffs were pulled out. Your little found family decided to take a day out, trying to get your minds off the fact the kids were out on work studies again, and the foreboding feeling that came from the meeting that morning. Feeling absolutely helpless at the slow destruction of the world around you. The muttering of a traitor still made your skin crawl. Eri hummed happily between you two, excited to go out and eat ramen. Her little kitty earmuffs bouncing with her.

"She seems happy." Aizawa chuckled, wrapped in a normal scarf for once. He donned on a thick gray sweater, a black turtleneck underneath. You were wearing the black sweater again, copying his style and you wore a white turtleneck, but no scarf. You held onto Eri's hands with stylish black gloves, while she wore thick white ones.

"Yeah, she gets to spend time with her Zawa, she misses you." You looked up at him, watching guilt flood him. Aizawa let out a sigh, holding onto her hand a little tighter.

"I know, but you know how it is." He sighed, looking down. Your own body ached, the dim mornings made it a little harder for you to fight as you normally would, but thanks to Aizawa's training your patrols weren't as difficult as they used to be.

"Yeah, I think she just missed both of us. But, I've missed you too. Your bed's so cold without you." You admitted, face growing red now, not only because of the cold. He looked back at you, eyebrows pointing up.

"Me too, I'm sorry." 

"Don't be, just promise me one thing?" You asked, swallowing down tears.

"Of course." Aizawa hates making promises. At any moment he could break them, such menial words that meant nothing at the end of the day. But for you? He'd give the world.

"Come back home alive. I can't do this without you." Your breath puffed, all three of you had come to a stop at a crosswalk. Your hair moved slightly in the chill air, the dewy morning made your eyes sparkle. How could he say no?

"I promise." And there was no trace of doubt in his voice. Because for you? He would, he had too.

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Christmas arrived sooner than you thought, and the whole of UA was decked out with the holiday decorations. The incident at Deka was forgotten for a moment of peace. You and Aizawa woke up to Eri jumping up and down on the bed, already adorned with a Santa hat.

"Wake up! Santa came by, Santa came by!" She yelled happily, fists pumping up and down in joy.

"Hohohoho!" A loud, high-pitched voice laughed from your living room. Aizawa groaned, shoving his face back in your hair. You rubbed the sleep from your eyes, sitting up to smile at her. Aizawa groaned, his eyes burned more than usual today, usually, he'd spend the morning while you rubbed his eyes with your soft fingers, but Eri was absolutely determined to get up and open her presents.

"Alright, we're coming." You laughed softly, getting up. Eri ran out, jumping up and down in front of Santa who was definitely not Hizashi.

"Hey, you two!" He yelled, holding a large sack.

"Happy Thanksgiving!" She yelled, holding up a present while jumping from foot to foot. 

"Eri, it's Merry Christmas." Aizawa shook his head, squatting down to inspect the present, still only wearing pajama shorts.

"Oh Aizawa, it's whatever holiday she wants." You gushed.

That was the mood of your morning, watching and recording Eri open her presents. Happily watching her squeal over cars and coloring books and tea sets, she then found a small table for tea parties for her. You passed along presents for Hizashi, and he passed presents for you two from the other staff members. You happily got photo albums from the year so far, and other tokens of interest. Aizawa's presents mostly consisted of cat things or things related to coffee, which he was more than happy to accept.

"Well, I'll be off! See you later!" Hizashi saluted you away, leaving the front door.

"Bye Santa!" Eri cheered, now trying to read  'Goodnight Moon.' "When are we gonna see class A?" She turned to you two snuggled up on the couch, still so excited. A distant memory popped into her head, one of her own parents snuggled up on the couch.

"Later sweetheart, after school." You promised, Aizawa nodded along with you.

She pouted. "But that's so far away." She looked down, tears pooling in her eyes.

"Eri don't be upset, it'll come sooner than you think." Aizawa reassured, motioning for her to join your little cuddle.

You spent the rest of the short morning like that, unwillingly getting ready for the day.

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"Aizawa she looks so happy, don't take it away from her." Your arms were interlocked, one hand resting on his forearm. While he was embarrassed by having you show so much PDA, in front of his own students no less, but he allowed it. Who knows how long it will last?

"It's twice the size of her. Where is she going to keep a gigantic sword?" He sounded exasperated, holding an Easter egg that Eri gave him, God knows where she got them from.

"In her roooom. C'mon, I can already tell you're going to let her keep it." You pouted, a knowing smirk on your face. The man sighed because he knew you were right, the instant she smiled he knew it was already going to come home. Aizawa saw her nodding off by Bakugo's side, while he held her shoulders so she didn't slip off the couch.

"Ope, looks like it's bedtime." You sighed, escaping his grasp. Mentally he whined at the loss of contact, but on the outside, he just nodded. "Eri?" You called out to the little girl, getting some of the students' attention.

"Take her, she's falling asleep in my lap." The blonde hissed, but he didn't actually sound mad, and he was keeping his voice down.

"'Mnot tired." She whined, wiping her eyes.

"It's still late, we should get home." Aizawa scooped her up, supporting her head in his shoulder.

"Goodnight everyone! Work hard on your hero studies and don't stay up too late!" You waved them goodbye, voice merry.

After you left, they all stared at each other.

"I told you they were dating!" Kaminari cheered, collecting money from the other students he made bets with.

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Eri went to bed easy that night, falling asleep barely halfway into her bedtime story. It was only seven, so you got ready in another outfit. You dressed in a sweater dress with thermal leggings and thick, tall fuzzy boots. Aizawa watched you, putting on a simple black turtleneck, much to his own disapproval.

"Those are tacky, seriously?" He motioned to the tan shoes, pointing at the twin puff balls on each shoe. You stood up, getting an added height boost thanks to the boots.

"Says you. You were just gonna go to a bar in your hero outfit. Aren't you concerned someone might recognize you fraternizing with like, twenty other drunks?" You argued back, arms crossed on your chest, one hop to the side. Your hair, freshly cleaned and full of products to make it shiny and voluminous, bounced around your shaking head. Aizawa stared at you for a moment, glad his hair was down, ears absolutely burning.

"Better than your tacky shoes." He mumbled, grabbing your shoulder bag. "Let's go, I don't want to be there longer than we should. I want to start my winter break as soon as possible." 

You accepted the bag, sliding it around you. Mirio greeted you from the living room, along with Amijiki and Hado. They were watching Christmas movies on the couch. How fitting.

"Just call us if anything goes wrong, we won't be too far away." Aizawa nodded, standing by your side.

"Or if it's too much, or even if you just want to go home, give us a call." You reassured the trio, but Hado had already gotten up to shoo you two out the door. "Seriously, it's no big deal. If you-" 

"We'll be fine! Have fun on your date!" The blue-haired girl closed and locked the door behind you, leaving you stunned. 

You two just stood there for a moment, before you decided to speak up.

"Does it count as a date if you're out with your coworkers?" You laughed, heading to the elevator.

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“Woohoo! Another round, let’s go!” Hizashi’s loud voice boomed in the shabby bar, face absolutely flushed as he hung onto Nemuri and Aizawa. The woman steadily agreed, but Aizawa was too out of it to notice, instead, he patted the loud blonde's chest.

“You’re a good man Hizashi, I don’t say it enough, but you really are. You’ve been my friend since the very beginning, and you’ve always looked out for me.” Aizawa’s words moved you, even if his eyes weren’t directly on Hizashi, they were on the golden cat in front of them, but no one said anything, it still made your eyes water.

“Oh, Aizawa, you’re such a sweetheart. I knew you had a big heart under all of there.” You leaned forward, pressing his head into your chest. He brought up a hand to your back, pressing you further into him.

“And you, you’re the second person I’ve realized I was in love with, but I’m so scared that I’ll lose you that I try to push you away. But just like you, you always come back to me. I don’t know what I’ll do without you.” He mumbled, holding you tightly while tears pricked his eyes. His words, his admission of feelings made you sob. Loudly.

“I love you too! But I feel like one day you’ll just wake up and hate me, o-or you’ll slowly just get fed up with me.” You hiccuped and sobbed, rounds and rounds of shots catching up to you. Between you, Aizawa, Nemuri, Hizashi, Snipe, and Anan, you were on your third bottle of vodka, not counting all the side drinks and shots all of you ordered.

The waiter came up to your table, absolutely pissed off. “No, I’m cutting all of you off. It’s twelve in the morning, all of you need to get out!” She yowled, cat ears and tail pointing straight up.

“Oh cmon, we’r not even thaaat dr’nk! Watch me.” Snipe slurred, stumbling up and almost tripping over his own feet. He attempted to walk in a straight line, egged on by Sejikiro and Ken. When he ultimately fell over, Ryo howled with laughter, literally.

“All of you need to get out before I call the police! And ban you all!” That got you all moving up, getting banned from the only cheap shit in the hole bar closest to UA? Yeah no.

You, Nemuri, and Hizashi all stumbled out together, holding each other to try and fight off the freezing night air.

“Goddd, did anyone get what those two said on camera?” Nemuri giggled, putting her head in her hands.

“Dammit!” Hizashi yelled, Aizawa instantly activating his quirk.

“Don’t yell, you’re being too loud.” You whined, tears gathering in your puffy eyes again.

“Aizawa isn’t going to remember a thing, and neither is she.” Hizashi groaned, almost falling in the road. The school was only a few feet ahead, but that seemed like miles to your intoxicated bodies and drunk minds.

“You two, have to remember that.” Nemuri laughed, obviously a happy drunk. 

“They’re not going to!” Hizashi yelled again, an angry drunk.

“No, you all know how much you mean to me, do I have to say it again.” Aizawa slurred out, an honest drunk.

“No, I don’t, you have to tell me.” You sobbed, a sad drunk.

“Shut up! We’re here, we have to be quieeet.” Angry drunk whisper shouted, pushing you all to the teacher dorms.

“We are.” Happy drunk giggled, allowing herself to be moved. “Oh! But you guys can’t have drunk sex, not with Eri there.” The dark-haired woman turned to you two, winking while making a shushing motion.

“No, I would never do that to her, I’d want to have that intimacy very sober.” Aizawa nodded, holding you tight.

“You’re so sweet.” Tears never stopped falling down your falling down your face.

You all managed to make yourself to your dorm. Packing into the same elevator. Nemuri got off first, waiting by the door because Anan had the key to their apartment. Then Hizashi got off, loudly ripping his door open to his and Ryo’s shared space.

Then it was yours and Aizawa’s turn, both of you trying the best you could to quietly stumble into your home. You did well for the most part, only dropping and bumping into a few things. The big three had fallen asleep on the couch, Christmas reruns still playing. You both managed to make it to your shared room, peeling off clothes until you both were in your underwear, deciding it was too hot to wear the warm clothes you had on before.

“Wait, wait. We need to take medicine in the morning for Eri. We can’t just be hungover all day.” Aizawa stumbled into the bathroom and grabbed the large cup and four pills.

He let you take two first, handing you the glass for you to chug. He wasn’t even mad when you downed the whole thing, just going back for more to take his turn.

You both crawled into his bed, cuddling each other tight. 

“You’re such a good man, and such a good father.” There were no more tears left for you to cry, so you just heaved into his chest.

“No, I’m only good f’you. Before I never wanted kids, but the idea of having one with you made me jump the gun with Eri. I wouldn’t mind us two having a little brat around, maybe two.” He curled up tighter against you, mumbling things in your ear while sleep overtook you two.

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The next morning you two remember absolutely nothing. Just mildly hungover and slightly confused on why you were both just in your underwear.

“D-did…did we..?” You questioned, face heating up at the idea. Aizawa seemed to contemplate something, grimacing while flickering eyes between the wall and you.

“Can you…walk?” 

You stood up, moving with ease. Aizawa sighed in relief. 

“No, we didn’t.” He rubbed his sore neck, head aching.

“Oh good.” You sighed with him before your face absolutely blossomed.

“Hey, what the hell does that mean?!”

“That’s fifty cents in the swear jar Ms.!” Eri yelled at you from the living room.

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You and Aizawa decide to stay in the dorms for the New Years, deciding to keep Eri in a place she’s familiar with when all the fireworks go off. You and Aizawa had been invited out for drinks, but you both declined unanimously. All of you wore comfy clothes, wearing matching sweaters you had drifted out for Christmas. You handed out hot chocolate, using cups Aizawa himself had gifted out, each of them personalized to you. His was full of grumpy black cats, and paw prints all over the inside. Yours was coated with your favorite animal smiling, the footprints on the inside in the same manner. Eri’s was filled with butterflies, her inside filled with little caterpillars. 

“To show that she is capable of change and that she’s grown so much in these short few months.”

You cuddled up to Aizawa, his hand snaking around your waist. A white cat that Aizawa had found on the street purred up to Eri, headbutting her while she watched the screen. 

“Ready Eri?” You asked, smiling as she grabbed the cat, not breaking her eye contact with the TV.

“Mhm!” 

There was coverage of people crowding the streets, all of them laughing and enjoying themselves while they huddled together to count down. Then, it was the last minute of the year.

Aizawa called your name, grabbing your attention.

“I’ve never been good with words, or my feelings, but I have something to admit.” That made your eyes widen and heart quicken. Fourty!

“But there has been something that I’ve needed to admit to you, something I only recently realized.” He set down his coffee cup, bringing up a warm to cup your face. Thirty!

“I-I..” The words died on his lips, but he wouldn’t back out now, not when he realized he needed you so much. After Christmas, he doesn’t know what changed, but something did. The few five days he had felt such undeniable feelings he couldn’t hide anymore. Or maybe it was the feelings he had all along that he couldn’t keep at bay. “I need you. In a way that I haven’t needed in a long time.” Twenty!

“You’ve become such in an important person in my life, and I can’t stop it. I think of you all the time, I do so much just to keep you at my side, and the thought of losing you keeps me up sometimes, and makes me work harder during my patrols.”  Ten!. 

”Aizawa…” Tears were filling your beautiful eyes, and he wiped them away before they could fall. Nine!

“Even seeing you cry fills me with agony, and it pains me even more knowing I made you cry.” Six!

“What I’m trying to say is, stand by my side, be with me, spend the rest of our lives together?” Instead of answering his words, you responded by pressing your lips to his. Holding his face while he reciprocated your touch.

Happy New Years!

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“So..what are we again?” You were smiling so wide and so hard it hurt. The hand that was brushing your face stopped, and Aizawa-no Shouta rolled onto his back, making you rest his head on his large chest.

“Oh god, are you going to tease me about this? I take everything back.” He groaned, trying to push you away.

“It’s too late, you’ve sealed your fate.” You deepened your voice trying to sound scary. You overpowered his grip, or maybe he let you win, and cuddled back into his arms. “Sooo….”

He sighed heavily. “You’re my partner.” You groaned, making a fart sound.

“No! Well, yes, but wrong. What’s the hyper-feminine, gender-conforming title that I now hold.” Shouta sighed heavily again.

“You’re my…girlfriend. And I’m your boyfriend.” You squealed, kicking your feet under the blankets. “How old are you?” He chuckled.

“Five, boyfriend. Do you know how long I’ve waited for this? Too damn long, that’s how long.” You punched him lightly.

“Yeah I know, me too…girlfriend.” The moonlight shone on his face, showing you his smile that was just as wide as yours.

Everything was going to be okay.

It just had to be.

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IT HAPPEBED ONG IT HAPPENED THEYRE HAPY AND LVING AND NOW THEYRE GOING TO MOVE AWAY FAR FROM JAPAN WITH ERI AND SHINSO ABD BE A BUG HAPPY FAMILY AND TEHE END,,

okay uhm, yes i already know pt 4 plase sodnt eat me,,but i will warn you, sadness only lays ahead, since I'm basing this off the anime, you know what episode is coming up next and, and what two arcs that I've been hinting at this whole time is also coming up,,,who knows,,, (I do, me I do)

[dylan-duke]

Nora first day of preschool

"daddy," nora whimpers clutching quinns hand as she looks back and forth between the classroom and her dad. quinn kneels down and gives her as reassuring of a smile as he can muster,

"it's ok bug," he says softly, "you're gonna have so much fun and make so many new friends!" nora looks into the room watching her classmates carefully,

"i dont wanna daddy. wanna stay with you," the four year old cries tears beginning to fall,

"oh baby," quinn coos pulling her into a tight hug, "it's ok doll. remember you get to play all day! then daddy and bubbe will come pick you up and you can choose what we do for snack!" nora's death grip on quinn loosens,

"promise?" she asks. quinn smiles kissing her cheek,

"pinky promise," he says as he holds his pinky up. nora giggles and links hers with her dads. once the promise is solidified, nora looks into the classroom,

"you stay daddy?" she asks. quinns eyebrows furrow, "stay till I'm ok?" quinn smiles nodding,

"of course darling," the pair then looks up when a pair of feet come into sight,

"and you must be nora!" a sweet voice says, "it's so good to have you sweetie, do you want to come inside? i have some coloring you can do!" nora's eyes light up at the mention of her favorite activity,

"with dinos and unicorns?" she asks,

"yep!" the teacher says, "why don't you go sit at a table and when I'm done talking to your dad I'll bring you some materials!" nora nods enthusiastically and takes off into the classroom, immediately finding a spot to sit and talking to the girl sitting next to her.

quinn straightens up smiling at noras teacher,

"thank you," he says, "i don't think I could've gotten her inside," the teacher chuckles,

"thats why i'm here!" she then holds a hand out to quinn, "i'm sarah. I'll be nora's teacher this year," quinn smiles shaking her hand,

"i'm quinn, uh did you get my email. I travel for work a lot and wanted to make sure everything was set with approved pick up and things," sarah nods,

"yes. it appears that you have a nice village set up for her," quinn nods looking past the teacher at nora who has managed to get her own coloring page and is happily chatting with her new friends,

"yah. i'm a little nervous," quinn admits, "she usually travels with me but because shes getting older it's just not possible anymore," sarah nods,

"of course. she's going to be great you don't have to worry," quinn lets out a breath and hands over nora's backpack,

"her lunch is in here with her epi-pen and allergy action plan. i know i went over it in the email, but its still new and she gets really scared, but doesn't completely understand it," sarah smiles taking the backpack gently from the nervous dad,

"don't worry mr.hughes we have plenty of allergies and your daughter is not the first with a severe nut allergy. she will be just fine," quinn takes in a deep breath,

"right sorry," he mumbles, "well i'll let you get back to it," the teacher nods,

"thank you again mr.hughes, and i'll see you at the end of the day on the playground," she then turns and walks to another parent who is saying goodbye to there kid. quinn peaks one more look at nora, who looks up and beams at him before waving and turning back to her task.

[creative-caramel-coffee]

Shes a Sleepy Softie

Pairings: Weems x Thornhill x reader (platonic)

Word count: 3K

Summary: You have been hacking trouble sleeping and the teachers finally find out.

TW: insomnia (I guess), Exhaustion, passing out (kinda?)

A/n This is cute.

It's not that you found botany boring, the opposite in fact, but you were so tired. To say you hadn’t been sleeping well this past week would be an understatement. Ms Thornhill was stood at the front writing on the board and drawing diagrams. But the way you laid your head down on the desk was almost involuntary. In this new position, with you head resting on your folded arms on top of the table the battle to stay awake grew so much harder.

Mentally you reasoned you would be able to get the notes from Yoko at the end of the day when the two of you were back in your shared dorm. Your eyelids drooped and you gave in to the temptation of sleep letting it wash over you. Your breathing began to slow and become more even. Your pens and pencils, notebook and bag were a mess on the table, but you trusted Yoko to wake you up in time for class to end.

Ms Thornhill had just assigned a worksheet and gone to sit back at her desk. She glanced over the classroom, her gaze settled on you. She sighed mildly annoyed, standing she walked over to your desk and stood beside you. Her hand reached out to rub your shoulder to wake you up, but a voice stopped her.

“I wouldn’t recommend that Ms thornhill.” Yoko said not looking up from her notes.

“And why would that be Yoko?” Ms Thornhill said letting her hand fall back to her side.

“She hasn’t been sleeping this past week. Im honestly surprised it took this long for her to drop.” She said finally meeting the teachers concerned gaze.

“At all?”

“Maybe about an hour since last Monday.” Yoko shrugged. “I wanted to tell someone, but she begged me.”

“Good god thats not enough. Thank you for letting me know. I’m going to step outside to make a call to get her excused from classes for the day. I trust you to keep an eye on her.” she said, and Yoko nodded.

Ms Thornhill walked to the classroom door glancing back at your sleeping from before turning the door-handle and stepping into the hall. She fished her phone out of her pocket and scrolled through her contacts. Finding the principal number, she listened to the dial ring.

“This is principal Weems.” The headmistress answered.

“Hi Larissa.”

“Hello Marilyn whats the matter? I believe you have a class now, correct?”

“Yes. Yes, i do. I was wondering if i could have Ms L/n excused from classes for the day?”

“Y/n?”

“Yes.”

“Is she ok? Whats the matter?”

“Yoko has informed me she hasn’t been sleeping this past week. She finally fell asleep in class and i was hoping to let her have the rest of the day off to catch up on sleep.”

“Certainly. However, I will come get her when class ends, there’s nobody to supervise the dorms right now and i have an idea to assist her. Please also keep Ms Tanaka there when class is dismissed. I will be down soon.”

“Thank you, Larissa.”

“Anytime Marilyn.”

the two hung up and the teacher stepped back into the classroom. Checking her watch and then the clock on the wall she waited the last fifteen minutes of class to dismiss the students. Keeping Yoko behind.

Once the rest of the student body had left, some sparing glances to where you stayed asleep, Ms Thornhill walked over to Yoko and your desk. Yoko had packed up and was now carefully cleaning up your stuff as well, being mindful not to wake you as she slipped the notebook from under your arms. By some small miracle you slept through it.

A few minutes passed of Yoko packing everything up and Ms Thornhill keeping an eye on the both of you. A quiet knock sounded on the doorframe and Principal Weems came into the room.

“Ah I see what you mean, she sure looks exhausted.” The principal said softly, and Yoko snorted.

“Exhausted is an understatement. I’ve been waiting for her to pass out all week. She’s stubborn as a mule.” Yoko said and the principal raised an eyebrow.

“Well, I plan to take Ms L/n here back to my office to keep an eye on her. Yoko would you be able to get her anything she may need for the night from your dorm and bring it to my office? I will write you a note for your next class.” Weems said studying your sleeping form. The three of them were stood around you.

“Sure. Don’t worry about the note. I have a study period now anyway.” She said. “I’ll grab it and come back soon. You good to carry her? Because she’s not waking up anytime soon.” Yoko said with a mischievous smile that showed her fangs.

“Im sure i can manage thank you Ms Tanaka.” Weems said with a smile.

“Suit yourself.” Yoko shrugged and took both bags and left.

Ms Thornhill who had silently watched the exchange decided to say something now Yoko was gone.

“I had no idea she was struggling so much.”

“It’s quite alright Marilyn. I believe Y/n is a master in charades. If she didn’t want us to know she would have made sure it stayed that way. It is nobody’s fault.”

“I still feel i should have noticed earlier.”

“All we can do now is our best to help her get the rest she needs. Will you accompany me to my office? Someone needs to open the door and i doubt it will be sleeping beauty here and my hands will be full.” Weems joked.

“Sure. Lead the way, Larissa.” Ms Thornhill said, and Weems gently leaned down to place her arm under your knees and another around your torso. She softly scooped you into her arms and held you close as you continued to sleep with your head now resting on her collarbone. She straightened her back, standing back to her full height with you bundled in her arms. You sighed softly and turned your face into her collar. Ms Thornhill chuckled softly.

“You're quite the natural at that Larissa. She seems to like it.” Ms Thornhill joked.

“Well, I don’t suppose I hate it either, she is refreshingly warm to hold. And seems to be a cuddler.” Weems said with a lighthearted smile.

“That she does.” The botany teacher agreed as you turned yourself further into the principals embrace.

“Well, we should take this one to my office.” Weems said and the two left the room. It wasn’t far to the principal's office and there were no students in the hall. Weems heels clicked as she walked with Ms Thornhill trailing behind her. They made short quiet conversation about students and staff alike as they walked.

Arriving at the big oak doors Marilyn stepped forward and opened them, holding it wide for the principal to step in with you in her arms still. Your heads lolled slightly as you continued to sleep. Weems was reluctant to let you go, afraid of waking you, but regardless she set you down on the couch. Supporting your head like one might a small child as she laid you down into the nest of pillows. Marilyn appeared and gently laid a blanket over you which Weems noted was from where she had discarded it on the floor in the early hours of the morning. the principal thanked the botanist and went to put another log on the fire to keep the room warm. You wiggled around a little on the couch before settling which made both teacher chuckle.

A soft knock sounded on the door.

“I’ve got it.” Ms Thornhill said and went to open the door. She let Yoko into the room where she grinned devilishly at your sleeping form. She had decided to take revenge for one of your most recent pranks on her. She held your black bag in her arms and had a blanket over her shoulder.

“Ms Tanaka, I believe i have blankets.” Weems said frowning.

“Yes, but I doubt you have Y/n’s weighted blanket.” Yoko smiled.

“You are correct.” Weems said.

“She doesn’t sleep without it. Actually, she’s very particular about how she sleeps.” Yoko said.

“How so?” Ms Thornhill asked her curiosity piqued.

“Watch this.” Yoko said smiling with a feral grin that weems knew meant trouble. Yoko crossed the office and began to unzip the bag; she pulled out two stuffed toys and Weems raised an eyebrow. Yoko placed the toys next to you on the couch and whispered something in your ear. Almost immediately you reached out and grabbed them wrapping an arm around them and tucking them, so they rested under your chin.

Weems stifled a smiled at how cute it was as Marilyn cooed softly. Yoko snickered.

“Shes a big softy.” The vampire grinned looking back at the two teachers.

“I packed her a change of clothes, her Pjs, her toothbrush, her sketchbook, the blanket, her phone and her noise cancelling headphones because as i said earlier she’s a weirdo and sleep with them on.” Yoko said looking at you with a soft smile and both teachers knew there was no heat behind the coy insults.

“Right, well thank you Ms Tanaka.” Weems said and took the blanket from Yoko. “Christ thats heavy.” Weems said the weight catching her off guard as Yoko held it with ease. She just shrugged.

“Vampire strength has its perks.” She smiled and her fangs glinted in the flickering firelight.

“Yes well, what a blessing. Now, i best recommend you return to wherever you are required to be.” The principal said and Yoko smiled and crossed the room to her door.

“Enjoy your sleepover Ms Weems and thank you for setting be free for a night.” She said and left cheekily.

An hour passed and Marilyn had elected to stay, she was sat across from you on the couch reading the book she had propped up on her knees. She was cradling a mug of tea while the principal sat at her desk typing out emails. You were beginning to show some more signs of life as you stirred. Ms Thornhill looked over the top of her book at you, studying you as you blinked a few times as you adjusted to the light. She gently set the book down after placing her bookmark in the spine.

“Good afternoon, Ms L/n.” She said with a grin. You blinked at her, and she noted you still seemed exhausted.

“Hi?” You said, voice deep and gravely from sleep. You looked around slightly confused, gaze catching on the principal who had stopped typing was was watching you from her desk. You took a moment and Ms Thornhill took her chance to tease you. The principal had kindly decided to not mention the stuffies under your arm, but Ms Thornhill decided to have some fun after all, you did fall asleep in her class and the two of you got along well. She smiled at you wolfishly.

“So, Y/n who are your little friends?” She asked.

You looked down finally noticing the toys and blushed a deep shade of red and buried them under the blankets making Ms Thornhill chuckle and the principal smile.

“Oh, Yoko’s dead” You groaned.

“I assure you Ms Tanaka is quiet well.” Weems said.

“She won't be once i murder her.” You grumbled softly but they both heard you.

“May i take this chance to remind you i do not allow nor condone grievous bodily harm to students?” Weems said with a smile. You frowned grumbling softly under your breath. Deciding to opt for a subject change you sat up keeping the toys under the blanket.

“Um… Principal Weems? How did I get here?” You asked looking around.

“Well, Yoko informed me of your sleeping habits or rather, lack thereof” Weems said with a disproving frown, “after you fell asleep in Ms Thornhill’s class, we brought you here.”

“Not that I’m not grateful but why am I here?”

“Well, we cannot leave you unsupervised in the dormitory during the day and all the staff have classes or marking to do. And based off the sleeping pill I plan to give you, you need to be with a trusted adult to ensure you're alright in the event of an emergency, however unlikely, in the night. As you would most likely not wake up yourself. And based off the fact the infirmary beds aren’t very comfortable and it’s rather loud, aside from the fact the nurses go home for the night at 10pm I thought it best you stay here. With me. Unless you have a problem with that?”

“N-no. Thank you principal Weems.”

“Now Yoko has brought your things from your dorm. I’ve sent someone to get you some food from the kitchen, so you have something in you before you take the medicine.”

She said and Ms Thornhill stood and grabbed the bag handing it to you. You quickly stuffed both the teddies into the bag, and she saw what they were. Both toys were white as snow, and one was a monkey and the other a dog with a small yellow t-shirt. They both looked well loved. She smiled gently; you were cute in your own way. A softie as Yoko had said.

“So am i ever going to get to know their names?” She asked gesturing to the bag.

“Fine.” You huffed. “But i named them as a seven-year-old so you can't judge me. Also, as a kid all my toys i slept with had to be white. I don’t know why. I had one before these two and it was also white. The monkey is named marshmallow, and the dog is the older one, I’ve had her longer; her name is snowflake. Happy?” You huffed. And Ms Thornhill smiled.

“Very.” She said with an air of finality.

“Well Ms L/n-“

“Y/n.” You corrected the principal. “Ms L/n is too formal. It reminds me of when I’m in trouble.” You said wincing slightly at the uncomfortable memories. Weems sensed the change in you disposition and nodded.

“Y/n.” She corrected, “We should get you ready for bed. The food should be here soon, and you can have an early night. Ms Thornhill and I will eat with you and then it's off to bed.” She said and you nodded slightly embarrassed with the kindness and attention you were unused to.

“Come change and then we can eat.” She said and stood from her desk to come to your side. You grabbed the Pjs Yoko had chosen and sighed as she had at least gotten you something with a little dignity. It was a faded black AC/DC shirt and a pair of fluffy black long pants. You grabbed the clothes and let the tall blonde lead you to the bathroom in her private quarters with a hand on the small of your back. As the two of you left Ms Thornhill went back to her book. She looked up at another knock on the door. She stood, thanking the cook and taking the tray of food into the principals' quarters, she was good friends with the blonde and had been in there many times, so it was ok. She set the food down on the large glass dining table. The principal came and joined her bring plates from her own small kitchen to serve the food on.

A moment later the heard the door open and you stepped into the room looking slightly awkward.

“Come sit.” Ms Thornhill said and patted the seat beside her.

“Yes. You to eat and then it's back to bed with you.” Weems said and smiled.

The two teachers talked amicably while you opted to silently eat. The exhaustion had returned, and you kept spacing out while you fed yourself. Something that did not go unnoticed by both teachers as they grew concerned.

After everyone was finished Weems left and returned with a glass of water and a pill. She handed them to you and nodded. You took them sluggishly and popped the white tablet into your mouth downing the water and setting the empty glass on the table. Weems helped you up and led you to a spare bedroom. She folded back the sheets for you.

“Brush your teeth and do whatever else you do before bed and then I’ll tuck you in so to speak.” She said with a soft smile. “Bathroom is the second door on the right. The other ones the closet.” She said.

You got ready and hopped into the bed. The principal came back in a moment later.

“I expect you to sleep Y/n. I don’t want to find you were awake tomorrow. I will be in the next room or my office if you need anything at all. Don’t make me use the baby monitor.” She said sounding serious.

“Baby monitor?” You asked.

“How do you think I keep other students in bed when they stay here?” She asked raising a brow.

“You have other students here?” You asked getting sleepy.

“Oh, darling you're not the first who has had trouble sleeping. And I know a certain raven who insists on trying to sneak out. Hence the baby monitor.”

“Ha!” You laughed. “Wednesday’s baby monitor.” You said grinning and closing your eyes.

“Yes. Now sleep child. Sweet dreams darling.” She said and turned the lights out and pulled the door closed but not shut, leaving it slightly ajar.

You mumbled goodnight and rolled over. You grabbed the teddies from your backpack and burrowed under the blankets.

An hour later both teachers peaked into the room to check on you, smiling when the say the white fluff of the teddies peeking out from under the blankets. Weems grinned.

“Yoko’s right, she is a softie.”

“A sleepy softie.” Marilyn nodded and agreed.

Both teachers smiled at each other and went back to the principal's office to talk and enjoy a glass of wine.

MASTERLIST

[that-one-xachster]

by saying something stupid like 'i love you'

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"I love you"

"What?"

"Nothing."

-> 3 times in which you try to tell him that you love him, but thats not how it goes

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can be taken for any character that you'd like, I was feeling a bit silly haha- might get back into writing

not sorry if this one shot sounds like a comedy show rather than fully angsty, I wrote it based on how I have interactions with people, so im not sorry cause I don't know how you interact with people. please dont come at me for it not sounding angsty or wtv GAAAA I SOUND RUDE LMFAO WHAT

not proofread!

[f/n] = friend's name

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"I love you."

"Huh?"

He looked up from your notebook, holding his pen, explaining the question in chemistry you didn't understand. He sat so close to you, your knees touching, making you feel like a man in the 1800s who just saw a woman's ankle.

You shook your head.

"Nothing."

He just shrugged and went back to explaining the problem to you, and you shifted your weight, resting your head in your palms.

You tapped your foot repeatedly against the table, listening to what he was explaining, before stopping him -

"Wait a second, isn't that the wrong step? You gotta restart-"

"Huh? What are you talking about- oh shit."

"See-"

"Yeah, funny story how about we both just go and ask [f/n]?"

"True. Do that, she's the smarter one."

"Smarter than you for sure."

"No, you're the most idiotic one out of all of us, shut up-"

"No can do-"

You two bickered back and forth until the class ended, never getting to ask [f/n].

Moments like these were what made you fall harder.

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"I love you."

He didn't even hear you this time. Of course he didn't, how would he? He was in the hall, talking to some other friends of his. You're not his only friend, you shouldn't be so selfish-

"Did you say something? Sorry, I was submitting this assignment."

The same friend mentioned before, [f/n] sat next to you in class. She was adamant that you had a thing for the guy, despite your multiple attempts to deny it. No way in absolute hell would you admit that you had a flimsy, silly, teensy little crush on him. No way.

"Nah, you can go back to that."

"I have a better idea, did you hear what happened this morning to-"

And she told you about some events that occurred in the morning, as if she were your personal newsletter. For free of course. She was the nerdy type, but had many friends and always knew what was up with the school, and of course she had to fill you in. You listened to her tell you about random fights, break ups, make ups, and people being stupid in general, enjoying the time you spend with your friend.

Sometimes a distraction is good right? Sometimes.

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"I love you."

"What?"

"Nothing."

"No no no no- what? Repeat that."

"Dude, I said nothing-"

"Nuh uh, you keep mumbling random shit and won't tell me what it is bruh, spit it out."

"The hell you mean 'nuh uh'? Buddy you don't need to peek into everything I say, you see, im a verbal thinker hArDy hAr hAr-"

"..."

"..."

"....for the love of god never do that again."

"....yeah."

Akward silence engulfed you two. The teacher walked in after a few seconds, immediately starting the class.

Recovering from the past embarrassment, you whispered jokes to each other, poked each other with your pens, copied each other's notes when you couldn't finish writing them in time, and got caught laughing too much for a joke, but hey.

At least he didn't hear you mumble another soft, barely audible, "I love you."

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| ennoshita, atsumu, OIKAWA, tendou, hanamaki (hear me out), kirishima, denki (hmo), SERO, honenhuki, muramatsu (a very big hmo), + anyone else you'd like! these were the ones I thought of lol |

hope you enjoyed <3

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bonus ! funny little smidgen- well funny to me lmao

"Do you have the answers for math?" "I thought you did." "..." "..." "Ok- ok well I did half at home, I'll just do the other half now-" "Hold up- which half did you do?" "The first, why?" "Goddammit, I did the first too." "We're screwed?" "We're screwed."

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[augdawg888]

the office characters as teachers!

in honor of teacher appreciation week!

(and also my math teacher was flirting with some other teacher and my brain immediately went to jim and pam)

enjoy!

the staff:

michael scott: the principal

dwight schrute: gym teacher & vice principal

jim halpert: also a gym teacher

pam beesley: art teacher

holly flax: counselor

oscar martinez: personal finance teacher

angela martin: math teacher

phyllis lapin-vance: language teacher

kelly kapoor: fashion / interior design teacher

andy bernard: music teacher

& creed bratton: janitor

(other characters are mentioned, but i didn't have enough to say about them)

general headcanons:

michael scott: mr. scott

super laid back and chill

he never gets people in trouble

'yk, when i was your age, i did that all the time'

stops in classes just to distract people

assemblies all the time !!!

theyre always super fun though, lots of games !!

he's always recognizing the teachers for their hard work

he has a lil bulletin board (that pam designed) for spotlight moments

hangs out in the art room with pam a lot

'pamcasso' 'pamanardo dibeesley'

his office is littered with toys, pictures of holly, and pictures with his kids

he also brings his kids to work every so often

when he visits the gymnasium he always tries to impress the students

dwight schrute: mr. schrute

takes being vice principal way too seriously

also takes being a gym teacher way too seriously

he and jim participate in all the games and activities

but dwight is always trying to one up some high schooler

loves dodgeball.

he tries to 1v1 jim in basketball (and he fails miserably)

he instructs a health course once a year and jim always has to cut it short

he's the best hype man though

feeling insecure in gym class ? dwight is def hyping you up

not like a quiet, off to the side pep talk, like whooping and yelling

'let's go !! you guys are doing fantastic'

he also gets to do a karate course during the school year

has an agriculture club after school

jim halpert: coach jim

chillest gym teacher ever

unlike dwight, he does the quiet off to the side pep talks

its all very appreciated and sweet

he's looking out for all of the students

and they all have a crush on him too (who wouldnt????)

he's always goofing around and trying to have fun

he's the basketball coach too !!!

always going to the art room for any reason

he needs pam to design some flyers for friday's game, or his pen ran out of ink (he uses a laptop)

he's always pranking dwight

the pictures of the pranks always get put in the yearbook too (it's like a special section)

pam beesley: ms. beesley / ms. pam

shes so sweet.

all of her lessons are really well thought out and passionate

she loves teaching about claude monet and impressionism

shes doing art with the kids too

michael is always taking her finished pieces to hang up somewhere

shes also a volleyball coach !!! so shes constantly going to the gymnasium to make sure theres enough equipment or to check on the players in gym class

shes really there to see jim (but thats besides the point)

she's apart of phyllis' book club (yes phyllis has a book club)

all of her students ask if she and jim are going to date/are dating

'you guys are aware i'm engaged right?'

anytime roy visits shes always stressed afterwards

jim brings her lunch !!!

holly flax: holly / mrs. flax

shes so sweet and understanding omg

when a student needs something to fidget with she just steals a toy from michaels office

has a yoga club after school (michael is always there)

her office is so cozy and lighthearted

shes one of those teachers with memes printed out on her wall

has lots of knicknacks

knows every students name

loves loves loves helping kids pick out their schedules for the next year

shes super close with all the teachers too

very inclusive !!! she has an assembly every month for different cultures and information about different heritages

has a lot of stuffed animals in her office

and every single one of them have been named

shes also apart of phyllis' book club !

oscar martinez: mr. martinez

he takes his job super seriously and is a little strict

but everyone still loves him and respects him a lot

no matter how strict he is, he cannot stop gossiping with all the students

'okay, but did you hear about jim and pam?'

his classroom is so boring though, super bland

gets a lot of kids coming to him

super comforting teacher !

always plays music in the background

its like fucking classical music though

also in the book club !

he and pam always have a lot of gay kids in their classes

they're both just prepared for people coming out to them

angela martin: ms. martin

super strict and serious

but has her fun moments

everyone knows her cats names

she has the lil baby poster hanging up in her classroom

theres literally nothing else in there

she noticed how some teachers left out bowls of candy, so she did the same thing, but with mints

advocated for class pets, but kept getting shut down

when asked her opinion about other teachers it's usually negative, but when it comes to dwight it's always slightly positive

phyllis lapin-vance: mrs. vance

gets called mrs. vance refrigeration a lot

doesnt talk too much

always asking for help with her computer

her lessons are short and sweet

has a candle burning during class

but it's like a grandma smell

everyone loves watching her and bob

they're so sweet together !!!

she runs a small book club with teachers and students after school

loves when they all choose mystery books to read

she tries to teach different books every year

her classroom is right next to angela's and that can lead to some unpleasantness

funky sweaters !!!

kelly kapoor: kelly

hates hates hates being called ms. kapoor

it's just kelly

most of her lessons are just rants, but theyre educational !!!

loves working with everyone in her class

asks if ryan ever mentions her

wears the clothes that students make

designs merch for the school

desperately wants the schools colors to change

'theyre just so old looking !'

always so energetic in the mornings

besties with the students ofc

wants to hear ALL THE TEA

also keeps everyone updated on jim and pam

her classroom is sooooo cool too

like pink everywhere, comfy seats, and hello kitty

she loves hello kitty and i will die on this hill

andy bernard: mr. bernard

he's like the perfect music teacher

he brings instruments into class that no one has even heard of

and plays them perfectly

all the music they sing are show tunes

they watch musicals in the class when it gets slow

talks about cornell a lot

the rants about here comes treble get so old after a while

'it's funny you guys mention that song, did you know when i was in college i performed that with my acapella group?'

yes he's really trying to get an acapella group started

when students are frustrated with something he uses the same techniques he learned in anger management to calm them down

when asked if he wanted to be the golf coach he turned it down immediately

he was too busy trying to make sailing club a thing

but, he is the theater club leader (idk what theyre called)

loves directing everyone

has to kick michael out a lot

he wears funny ties !!!

creed bratton: creed

omg hes so mysterious and cool and no one knows anything about him

but also we know everything ?

he knows all the kids names

celebrates their birthdays

know one knows how he knows their birthdays though

shows up simultaneously in every class

plays guitar in andys class

tries to crash a fashion show in kellys

he was just wearing sunglasses and a blazer

plays basketball in gym class

and then he tries to convince dwight he is in fact a student

and why does it almost work ?

everyone's pretty sure he lives in the school

the lunch ladies are always complaining about food going missing and then creed will talk about how much he likes that food

he sells fake weed to the students

and fake ids

pam is still looking for her laminating machine

has an mp3 player still (its 2024 creed, get a phone)

his music is BLARING

air guitar in the hallways

everyone loves how he dresses up during spirit week

i was thinking of doing more in depth ones about spirit weeks and assemblys, but that's a lot of work lol

lmk if you want those !!

also the timeline is really random. i wanted holly to be in here and her and michael to be married, but i didn't want jim and pam to be married yet, sorry about that !

[abbofff]

Cat Distribution System is a bitch

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 I found Annabeth on the Arena along some few other campers. She was following their every move as they sparred. I kinda feel intimidated with how serious she is now, but I need to get this from my chest.

  — Annabeth, can we talk for a second? — I ask.

  She turns around surprised and she frowns at me.

  — Do you need something? — She asked.

  — N-no. I just- Can we talk somewhere more private? — She looked back at the kids, some where still sparring and others were pretending to do so to hear the conversation.

— Keep training, I'll be back. — She comanded, and everyone sighed in annoyance.

She signaled me somewhere far enough so nobody could hear.

— Go on now. — She crossed her arms over her chestplate, still wary.

— I wanted to say sorry for lashing out on you. I was... troubled and I lost it. You don't deserve that and I'm very sorry. —

  I started to pick on my nails from the nervousness. I never was a person of many friends and if she didn't want it to be after everything, I couldn't blame her; but I can't let her think that I hate her.

  — I know how hard it can be. — Annabeth sighed. I always knew that she knew. She had told me that she was an all year long camper but that her father lives in San Francisco. She didn't tell me the exact reason of why she never visited, but I know it's hard for her.

— I forgive you. — Her eyes softened softened.

 

  — I didn't meant what I said. About us not being friends. You have not been anything but wonderful to me and I would love to call you my friend if you would allow me. — I don't dare to move closer. I'm afraid of making this more awkward for her.

  Annabeth's eyes softened even more and she cleared her throat.

  — That would be... nice. — She said.

  I couldn't but help smile and she smirked.

  — Great! Uhm, cool. —

  Ok, so, when I met Percy everything went with the flow and didn't exactly ask each other if we were friends, we just kinda knew. So this situation right here is eating me inside. I have never felt more awkward in my entire life.

  — The sparring lesson ended a while ago but I teach the ones that need some extra help for a while longer. Do you want to join so you don't fall behind? — Annabeth asked.

— Yes, please. Thank you, Annabeth. — I smiled.

  — I'm sure you'll want to use the sword you got there. — She said with her eyes locked in my belt loop.

  — How do you know... It doesn't matter. I wouldn't be surprised if you just have the aegis hidden somewhere. Percy has- PERCY IS DEMIGOD. Luke's showing him around camp right now. Can you believe we fought for absolutely nothing? Sorry for that again. Anyways, he has a pen-sword thingy that when I saw for the first time I thought I was going nuts because he pulverized our algebra teacher but thats alright because she was a Fury in disguise. Not that I approve going around slaying old ladys without knowing that they are monsters but- why are you looking at me with that face? Oh, im yapping. Got it. Sorry. — This is why I had no friends.

  She chuckled.

  — Don't worry. It's seems that you two got quite the story. — Annabeth smiled.

  — Yeah. You should really meet him. He's a sweet guy. I'm sure you guys could be friends. —

  Annabeth thought about it for a second.

  — We'll see. Now, let's go with the others. I'll assign you a partner for practice. — We walked to where she was standing before and she analyzed the campers.

Her sight stopped on a girl with a pink handled sword and a boy who was about to pass out from exhaustion.

— Gabriel, you can go. — Annabeth said.

The boy smiled and ran before she could change her mind.

— Silena, this is Ada Williams. Ada, this is Silena Beuregard, daughter of Aprodithe. —

— Nice to meet you. — Silena raised her hand for me to shake.

— Nice to meet you too. — I shook her hand and smiled.

— I want you two to spar, just to see what Ada needs work with. — Annabeth said.

Visually, she was what you would expect from a typical Aprodithe kid. Her pink manicure was perfect, not chipped and not too long or too short. She had light make up on, just some gloss, foundation and rimmel. She was very pretty.

Silena nodded and put on her stance.

  You would think that I would instinctively know how to perform a fighting stance but when Annabeth came closer, she just Shifu'ed my every move. Silena chuckled at my clumsiness.

Annabeth told us we were free to start and she stepped back to take a good view of everyone.

— I've heard about you. — Silena said when she charged at me, I blocked her and stepped back.

— What, exactly? — I ask her as she circled around me trying to catch me slacking.

She talked when our swords clashed.

— That you have been on two fights with Clarisse and then you two got locked in a cabin together for hours. — She said slyly, smirking.

I can even feel a blush creeping on my face. Shit. I can't think, I'm too flustered.

Silena took advantage of this, kicking my knee and pushing me on the ground. I fell on my butt and she lifted the tip op her sword to my face.

— Hey, not fair. — Silena rolled her eyes laughing and she offered her hand for me.

— Thought you would have it easy because im a Aphrodite kid? — She asked bitterly mocking.

— I thought you were just bad. How would I have it easy with an Aprodithe kid? Your mom led a war. I think she would have won it if anyone had listened to Cassandra, but that's Apollo's fault. —

Silena frowned and she chuckled bitterly.

— It really shows you are new around here. Gods change when the meaning of what they represent changes. You wouldn't think that the God of War still is a protector of women, do you? —

I thought of Clarisse and what she had said to me.

My mom told me the story of Ares, Hera's favorite son and possible one of the least horrible gods. He had been the defendant in the first murder trial in history because he had killed a son of Poseidon for raping his daughter, something no male God ever did for their daughters.

I thought that Clarisse put pressure on herself because she was his father's pride and joy but if Ares had lost that part of himself and all that was left was war I couldn’t blame Clarisse for her doings.

Silena took an answer out of my silence and went back to her fighting stance.

— Come on now, don't let me distract you just now. —

I gave a deep breath and got to the fighting stance Annabeth taught me. I charged first, the blow between our swords almost sends hers flying away. I was quick to hit her sword again, I wanted to hit the tip of it so it would move out of they way and I could touch her neck but it took me some tries because I kept hitting the middle of her sword. I finally land a precise blow and did as I had planed.

Selina raised her hands in surrender and rolled her eyes.

— I think I know who I'll assign the most difficult pegasus to next class. — Silena smirked and I chuckled.

— Thank you, Silena. Everyone can go prep for lunch now! — Annabeth said when she got closer, and every kid cheered and walked away.

— Bye, Ada. I'll see you around. — Silena said as she walked away.

— Bye, Silena. —

— You won't go just yet, Ada.— The Athena girl said when I sheathed my sword.  

  — I'll spar with you now. — She said.

  — Don't you think that it's embarrassing how many times I ended up in the infirmary these two days? I'm afraid Will is going to see me again and kick me out. — Annabeth rolled her eyes at me.

  — Your attacks are fast but not precise. You need to be ready for any monster attack. Not every monster is as flawed and dumb as a lestrygonian or a dracanae. —

  — How do you know I faced them? — Annabeth's body stiffened for a moment.

  — I know Grover, he told me what happened. — She didn't looked at my eyes.

  The memory of the name that Grover screamed to me last night appeared on my head. He was so worked up last night, like if it was a nightmare he has go trought before; because he did.

  — He was... your satyr protector? — I asked. I focused in sounding chill, I didn't want her to think I didn't trust her.

  — He was. —

  — Yeah, I guessed so. I get why you didn't told me, its ok. I know him, he's a nice person and Im glad that he was there for Percy. — I smirked at her.

  The corner of her lips curled up for a second until she cleared her throat.

  — Are you ready? — Annabeth got on her stance.

  — Not really. — I chuckled and she charged at me.

  I barely managed to dodge and block her attacks. They were almost perfect, she was aiming for my weak spots with precise and fast movements.

  On a risky move, I succeeded to make her drop her sword. I smiled with pride and lifted the tip my sword to point her neck (with a lot distance tho; I dont wanna kill somebody).

  — Never underestimate your opponents. — She said to quickly put on her Yankees cap and dissappear.

  — Annabeth, what the fuck? — I asked turning around trying to cover all of my sides.

  Of course her attacks with her sword were just "almost perfect", it's not her preferred weapon. She had a dagger at her hip all the time and now she was going to stab me with it.

  Annabeth is scary. Her steps were impossible for me to hear, hell, i couldn't even hear her armor moving. I was getting nervous, exactly was she was looking for. I calmed down by taking a few deep breaths.

  I could feel the wind hitting my skin and everything in the Arena that stood in it's way.

  Annabeth approached me from behind silently, mistaken that I was completely helpless. The wind bouncing off her skin gave her away and I looked over my shoulder at her when I decided she was close enough.

  — I can see you. — I felt her movements stop and quickly fully turned my body to her to push her to the ground with my shoulder and knock her cap away.

  She fell to the ground with a thump and I kicked her dagger off her hand. I aimed my sword to her and she looked at me gobsmacked.

  — How? — She asked.

  I smiled and offered my hand.

  — Nivir indiristimiti yir ippinints — I responded at her offended face.

  — You are bluffing. I don't know how you did it but it wont work next time. — She went to get her cap and I went for her dagger.

  — You are contradicting yourself, my friend. — I say when I hand her her weapon.

  — Stop mocking me, lighthead. — She threatened but the smile on her face gave her away.

  — Wha- Wow, nicknames stage friendship. Alright, whoie. —

  — Whoie. Seriously? — Annabeth asked.

  — I saw a bunch of your mom's little flying rats yesterday. You really look alike. — She punched me on my shoulder and rolled her eyes.

  — Come on, lighthead, enough rest. Let's see you on proper battle. — She said "proper" harsher than the rest of the sentence, of course.

  I know that Annabeth is going trought the trouble of teaching me not only because she is a super nice person but because she likes the challenge of putting her skills at test and Im starting to see why myself.

  It was a beautiful day to train. Zeus wasn't pissed off and you could clearly see Apollo doing his daily journey, not the mention the chirping of birds and the owls hooting. The last part is weird because it broad daylight, but knowing that the Arena is one of Athena's spaces I guess that her sacred animal wants to know what's going on here. I prefer encountering an owl than a wild boar tho, so I'm not complaining.

Now with her dagger in hand, Annabeth put her stance back on and I followed suit.

  The sound of the horn got to our ears and we dropped our weapons in annoyance.

  — Come on, whoie. — I say offering my arm for her to interwine and she did.

  — Let's stop by my cabin first. I need to get out of this thing. —

I entered Annabeth's cabin and waited for her as she got her armor off and placed it where the ones of her siblings where.

I took the moment to see the cabin well now that it's daylight. It is the neatest place that I have ever seen, like Pinterest level. I focused on the bed where Annabeth put her cap on and picking under her pillow there was a Polaroid of her as a kid and a Doberman .

  — Not to be nosy but you are a dobie girl? — I asked.

  Annabeth turned to look at me and saw what I was looking. She came over and smirk as she grabbed the picture.

  — I'm a Collie lover because they are fluffy and smart but Zeus was the nicest boy ever. — 

  — That's an accurate name for a dog. — I said and Annabeth restrained a laugh.

  — We made sure to neuter him. - Now I restrained a laugh. Im not eager to be struck by lightning again anytime soon. 

  — We didn't picked his name. When I was 4, I wanted a dog and when my dad took me to the shelter I saw that Zeus was going to be sacrificed for biting and after an hour of crying we took him home. This was on his first month of training school. He was a sweetheart. — She caressed the picture with her tumb and saved it on a book.

  — I'm sorry for you loss. —

  — It's ok. We had the greatest time together. — The tone of her voice dropped.

  I got up from her bed and gave her a hug. Annabeth hugged me back and she let out a single quiet sob. She broke the hug quickly.

  — Let's go, we are going to be late for lunch. — She started to make her way out of the cabin and I followed close behind. 

  — Why is everyone flashing blue cloths at the Ares kids? — I asked Annabeth when we were getting closer to the dining hall.

  — The blue team won Capture the Flag thanks to my plan. That's why Clarisse is specially angry these days. Wouldn't be surprised if next Friday she brakes someone's bones to get the flag. — She smiled with pride.

  — That's a little extreme, don't you think? — Annabeth stopped walking and looked directly into my eyes. 

  — It's a warfare game that prepares us for whats out there and you need to be smart and ruthless if you want to win the real thing. Thats one of the few things we agree on. Besides, we banned maiming and killing, theres nothing that the Apollo cabin cant take care of. — She started to walk again, leading the way. 

— Delightful. —

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  When I we were finally on the dining hall, I looked at Hermes table and noticed Percy sitting next to Luke. Also, there was no sight of Aaron, I think it was rude of me to not had say goodbye but I didn't even saw him leave.

I said goodbye to Annabeth to go sit next to Percy but I decided to approach him from behind to scare him. 

— Buh! — I taped his shoulders, he flinched and turned around with an angry look that he had never given me before. 

— Oh, it's you. — His eyes softened completely.

— I thought i was going to be trown in the mud again. - He said, taking a bite of his food. 

— Again? What do you mean again? — I just left his side for a bit more than an hour and I had left him with bloody Luke.

— That girl from the Ares cabin, I think. Luke made her walk away before she actually punched me or something. — Percy shrugged, I couldn’t help but frown. 

  I looked at Clarisse's table, she was chuckling about something with the minions she called half-siblings. She met my eyes and she had her cocky eyes and a smirk. Then she noticed at Percy, her face shifted into disgust and scoffed to later allow me to see only the back of her head.  

— I wouldn't worry, Percy. Ada is friends with Clarisse. — Percy looked at me like if I had grown two more heads. 

— I would rather die. — I made both of the boys laugh. 

— Well, then maybe you can join us on trying to find some glory. — Luke said, Percy sighed in defeat. 

— Beg you pardon? — 

— Luke told me that when demigods get glory, nobody messes with them and they get noticed. So I wanted to try to find something that im good at so my dad claims me. —

I looked at Luke and he gave me a "go with the flow" nod. 

— I'm all free, let's do this thing. — I say, moving Percy by the shoulders, cheering him up. 

The first thing I did when we got back to the cabin was fall to my knees on my sleeping bag and lay in it with my face buried on my backpack. My whole body was exhausted, we tried everything until darkness arrived and no shiny sign appeared above our heads.

Percy was remarcable at swordfighting, learning fast and adapting to Lukes moves. I decided to sit that one out, the heart attack I almost got from watching Annabeth turn invisible still haunted me. We even tried archery again but with Lee Fletcher and Michael Yew's guidence now, I shot bullseye and Percy almost shot me. 

  I lifted my head a little bit and saw Percy on my left sitting crossleg on his sleeping bag, staring at his hands while they picked on his shoelaces. He didn't say a word on the walk back and now he was still suffering on silence. I sat up and grabbed one of Percys hands, making him look at me. 

— The most probable thing is that your dad is solving some godly issue and can't reach out right now. The important thing is that you are safe here and we are together. —

— He doesn't get to ignore me after what happened. I killed the Minotaur last night. What will it take for him to claim me? — His voice sounded angry and sad. 

— Percy- —

— Clarisse doesn't believe me and I have the horn and everything. What if my dad is just as stupid? —

— Percy, Clarisse can go fuck off. I saw you stab him and im sure your dad is just as proud as I am. I know how bad it sucks but we need to be patient. — I squeezed his hand to ground him and he sighed again. 

— How are you dealing with all of this? — He asked, grabbing my other hand. 

When I was younger, it used to hurt not having him around. Especially when my classmates talked about how they were their daddy's princesses. I used to think that I was missing something but I got older and learned how shitty a dad can be. Sometimes I felt like I dodged a bullet.

Now, to make things even worse, he was a god. To be honest, I don't know what that makes me. There were many demigods heroes but many more lived unnoticed. Maybe I'll end up living how I have lived to my fathers eyes: Irrelevant. Maybe that was for the best.

— I lived trought twelve Fathers Day and many Father-Daugther dances. I don't need him for me to know who I am. Neither do you. — Percy pulled me for a hug. 

— Thank you for everything that you've done for me, sis. — He said on the crook of my neck and hugged me tight. 

— Thank you too, bro. —

We broke up the hug and Luke walked to us.

— Hey guys, the camp fire is going to start soon. You should get ready if you want to be there. — He said. We thanked him and he left to chat with Chris.

— Do you want to go? — Percy asked.

— Nah, I'm just going to take a shower and get some sleep. You should go with Luke and the others. Just do me the favor of listen to people so we can discuss all the tea over tea tomorrow morning. — Percy rolled his eyes.

— Maybe you are Helios daughter. You know, the gossiper. —

— Helios is a titan. —

— Again with mansplainig. Don't you have to go shower? You smell so bad im gonna puke all over you. —

— Ew, Percy, you are gross. — I push him to the ground as I got up and we laugh.

I got off my long shower and I could still hear the laughter coming from the camp fire. I gather my clothes and my towel in a tote bag and leave the showers.

— HELP! —

My heart dropped at the far scream. The despair in it wasn't what got me dropping everything and running to the woods, it was that that voice belongs to Annabeth.

The screams continued and they got louder and closer as I entered the woods area. I encountered a cave where the screams echoed and I entered without hesitation.

— ANNABETH. — I called as I ran trought the caves long entrance.

— ADARA. — She screamed, it came from way deep.

I only stopped because I got to the end of the cave. It was a round space with no way out or in other than the way I come from.

The openings on the roof let in the dim light of the moon, being the only way to see here.

It was dead silent.

I felt my brooch on the pocket of my shorts and unsheathed the sword.

— ANNABETH. — My scream echoed on the rock and nobody answered.

From within the shadows in front of me, a figure emerged growling. It was a lion, a giant one.

I gripped my sword tighter, bracing for was going to happen.

The lion made a deep, guttural roar and jump at me with his claws aiming for my head. I rolled to the side and slashed his front paw with my sword. It only made it angrier, not a scratch on the beast.

— ANNABETH, RUN AWAY! — Her silence was terrifying me. I didn't know if she was invisible or dead.

With every attempt to dig its claws into me, I would either block its paw or roll away.

It's so dark and cold here. I don't know how no one showed up yet. Annabeth's screams were loud and the camp fire was closer to the woods than the showers. I don't even know if Annabeth is injured or went to get help.

I feel so powerless and scared but I can't let my emotions take over. I needed to help my friend.

I decided to take deep breaths before the lion can feel I'm quivering.

I know the myth of the Nemean Lion. I know it can die but I'm not even half as strong as Heracles. I couldn’t choke him and his skin is impenetrable.

His skin is impenetrable. It can be killed.

He shows me all his set of teeth when he tries to bite me. I need to take action or he will tire me down and kill us.

I charge at him taking a claw on my left arm just below my shoulder, it tears my skin but my grip on my sword doesn't falter. I go face to face with the beast, he opens his jaw to bite my head off but I stick my sword deep into his throat.

The lion turns to dust leaving a cape where he stood.

— Annabeth? — I asked in the darkness.

My left arm went limp and I could feel the blood drops staining my leg. I used the light of my sword to see the corners of the cave but it was all empty.

I turn to the exit, desesperate to get out of here but I feel very dizzy, my legs are starting to become jelly and I was deep into the woods, far away from the part of them were the most dangerous threat was a humiliated nymph.

I grab the cape and place it on my shoulders so I wouldn't be a easy dinner for the monster that comes to finish me off.

I get out and the feeling of the sky above me relieved me. The fresh air allowed me to think clearly and I begin to stumble to the cabins.

— ANNABETH. — I kept calling for ger until my voice started to sound hoarse from all the shouting and I still didn't get an answer.

I could smell and see the big smoke come out of the camp fire but I couldn't continue walking, I felt so lightheaded.

Ha.

I dropped to my knees and my sword slipped out of my hand. I saw my left arm, the four claw mark was deeper and larger than I thought, my arm seemed like a slices of ham and from the wound down it was all red.

I cursed myself for not saving my ambrosia bag on my shorts and leave it on the tote bag instead.

I feel so upset, scared and angry. I don't know what happened to Annabeth or what will happen to me. My vision is blurry and my ears are buzzing.

Thunder began to roar in the sky and the wind picked up. I raised my eyes to the sky and felt the need for it. I could feel the charges filling the air and the despairing distance between the cumulonimbus and me.

In a desesperate move, I raised my hand to try to touch the sky followed by a tug on my gut, the voltage raised and lightning strucked me.

It felt like drinking hundreds of energy drinks without having a heart attack and instead feeling like you'd been to a spa. The energy not only healed my pain, it also made me feel better rested than I have ever felt.

I let the energy ran trought my body for a few minutes with my eyes closed, drinking in the feeling until I remembered my duty.

The voltage dropped and my bliss died down.

I opened my eyes and saw Chiron and almost all campers in front of me, ten meters away.

Amongst all the campers I noticed Annabeth, unharmed, and she seemed to be expecting something. Then I saw Luke who had a stone face and a hand on my scared brother. I even noticed Clarisse and her angry face.

I stood up in surprise and the centaur was the first to approach me.

— Ada- — Chiron interrupted his talking and walking.

He looked above my head with worried eyes and cleared his throat, putting himself together, to then look at my eyes.

— You have been claimed by Zeus, Thunderbringer, Lightning wielder, King of Gods. Adara Williams, daughter of Zeus. —

[amourjins]

YOUR WISH IS MY COMMAND 😛 glasses pov!aeri thought loading ☝️🤓:

when yn first saw aeri wearing glasses her jaw was on the FLOOR i can imagine her like 😨 but in a GOOD way

gigi knows shes fine the way she’ll pull her glasses all the way to sit on the tip of her nose SO FIENENDJEJ okay but why am i thinking of tutor aeri like she’s explaining math (🤢) problems to yn and all the latter can focus on is how fine aeri looks its even worser that aeri uses it to her advantage by teasing :((

“if you were paying attention i’m sure you can answer question three for me.” - “uhm…..five?” AND THEN SHE LETS OUT A LITTLE CHUCKLE AHWJEJJESJJD

maybe late night facetiming w pov!aeri and her hair is a little messy and she has her glasses on and HER VOICE i think im gonna go crazy the way she just lazily rambles on and on while yn is literally panicking inside just how attractive aeri looks they probably fall asleep on call together which is SO SO CUTEEE

—🎧

heh… big brain moment fr

🎧 ANON TO THE RESCUE CHAT!!!!

okay bc aeri wearing GLASSES? yn couldve never thougjt.. GOING ABSOLUTELY FERAL WHEN AERI WEARS TRHEM!!!!!!! its a rare occurrence though, but bc of yn, aeri tends to.. ahem ahem “forget” to put in her contacts in the mornings so she wears her glasses instead!!!

STOP BC aeri posting a story w her glasses on n then right after…coincidentally, yn posted a story with just the text “i <3 ppl w/ glasses” 🙏🙏 OR the other way around,, a few days after yn’s story, aeri posts a story with her glasses on! she is NOT slick 😂😂😂 (yn loves her glasses though.. n aeri knows that so yn gets pictures for herself obviously!!!) HELP imagine yn’s wallpaper as glasses!aeri IM NOT PLAYIGNGGG I WOULD TOO I WOULD TOO 😭😭🙏

YESSS she KNOWS shes jawdropping ‼️‼️ loves seeing yn’s reactions sorry not sorry!

TUTOR!AERI.. hmm!

maybe maybe she is actually just a tiny bit smart but NEVER uses it since she can just bribe her teachers for her grades…she could even buy the whole school if she wanted to, and it wouldnt even make a dent in her bank im afraid! but, for yn, shes acting all proper n intelligent..a rare sighting i fear!

MATH EUGHHHHH

SORO THE TEADING “you were listening, right? so im sure you could answer question 13..” yn is PANICKING, flippikcg trhougj the pages frantically while aeri just giggles silently, giving yn the most pressuring look ever!!! “so? the answer, yn-ah?” aeri tapping her pen on the notebook, waiting for an answer.. (spoiler, she didnt get one!) “..10?” … “oh my god, idiot, thats nowhere close to the actual answer.. should i take my glasses off so you can actually focus?” ANDDDD YN’S FERAL!!!! imeddiately slurring her words, ‘no’s’ left and right, “I’LL STUDY!..youre evil, aeri…” !!!

HER HAIR BEIGN MESSY IS A MUST. omg wait yes but what if aeri’s playing games on the ft!!!! positioning her phone on her desk so yn can get a view of her face.. and like a quarter of her monitor, but we all know yn is ONLY focusing on her face! on the other hand, aeri is sucj a focused loser im afraid! shes comming for her teammates n all that while yn just sits around n admires her, wishing that she could be there in real time 🙁 but at least shes getting glasses LOSER!aeri !!! (ik yn took some pictures of aeri on ft. she always will. :3)