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fluffymcu · 4 years

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Letting Loose

Part EIGHT

This series is TICKLE related. Outfits that are linked here are purely for picturing the clothes, you don’t have to look like the model.

Series Summary: You’re the little sister of the one and only Captain America. You’re also the youngest girl on the team, so that automatically makes you the avengers’ little princess. And they spoil you as such. They have become your amazing family and you don’t know where you’d be without them. This series will show random adventures and fluffy events in the daily life of the reader and her family, along with an unexpected turn later on as you read.

A/N: I’m so excited to be writing this series! This is my first time writing one and I’m a bit nervous but I hope it all goes well. :) The first few chapters will be about random events, not really following a timeline until Chapter 9. Hope you enjoy!

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You and Peter leave with Happy for school and for once in a long time, you’re not 2 minutes before the bell rings! The reason you and Peter were almost late today was because you were having a hard time finding a outfit. But once you did, it was smooth sailing from there.

Once you were in class, you were writing down some notes in your journal when you kept noticing one of your classmates looking at you weird. You had looked up from your notes to see what your teacher was writing when you caught the glare from the corner of your eye. They were glaring at you with a grimace on their face. You looked around to make sure if it was you they were looking at. When you confirmed, you became very confused. You didn’t even talk to them. Heck, you didn’t even know their name! They were always so quiet and surprisingly, they were never called on.

You decided to smile anyway, and carry on with your work. Now that you knew they were watching however, you couldn’t help but steal glaces up at them every now and then, and every time you’d look, they’d be glaring. It made you feel a bit uncomfortable but you pushed through it until lunch.

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“Get your vegetables, sweetie.” The lunch lady at the cafeteria said, smiling sweetly and nodding towards the green beans in the small clear plastic container. You grabbed it and so did Peter, following him out of the line.

“So yeah, they’ve just been glaring at me the entire time, and I’ve never even held a formal conversation with them!” You said, taking a seat at the table. Ned and MJ were still in line.

“What’s their name?” Peter asked, taking a bite out of the apple.

“I don’t even know!” You exclaimed. “That’s why I’m telling you, It’s so weird.” You shook your head. Peter hummed, his brows furrowed.

“That is weird. Maybe it was just a misunderstanding? You know how sometimes you’re in deep thought and you just stare out into space? Maybe they were thinking about something and just happened to be staring at you?” He shrugged.

You nodded, taking a bite of your pizza. “Yeah, you’re probably right. I mean, it’s the only thing that would make sense. I’ve never done anything to them so I don’t see a reason why they would do that.” You thought out loud.

“Yeah. So. I’m thinking we should do something fun after school. Maybe we could ride the go-kart or go by the city?” Peter asked, a wide grin creeping onto his face. You sat back and thought for a moment before your grin rivaled his.

“Or... we could do something super fun like prank Bucky!” You said, wiggling your eyebrows at him. Peter started laughing and pointed at you.

“I like that idea! Bucky’s reactions are hilarious!” He laughed, clapping his hands together.

“Right?!”

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You were looking up at the clock every 2 minutes, hoping that some miracle would appear and suddenly an hour would pass. Jeremy was being a huge pain today and you couldn’t wait to go home when class was over. He was constantly whispering your name from across the room, throwing crumbled up notes at your head, making paper airplanes land on your desk, and so much more. You were surprised at how the teacher never caught him doing any of this, and how he got those paper planes to land on your desk every time.

“Y/n!” You heard Jeremy whisper for the 100th time today. You sighed and decided to see if he would stop if you’d look at him. When you did, he smiled widely, faltering a bit when you didn’t return it. “I like your shirt.” He whispered. You scoffed silently and rolled your eyes. You returned your attention back to the teacher and ignored him the best you could for the rest of the day.

When the bell rang, you packed your stuff at record breaking speed and zoomed out the class. As you raced out the room, you could hear Jeremy’s obnoxious laugh. Thank god school was over now.

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As you got home, Peter went straight to shower and you joined Nat in the kitchen, who was baking a cake. She claimed to like cooking and baking by herself, but she told you once that you were the only one who she likes to bake with. She made you swear not to tell anyone though, and you’ve kept it.

As you were mixing the frosting, you got a small spoon and dipped it in it, smudging a bit on her cheek. She gasped and you put the bowl down and ran away when she was coming at you with a pan. You knew she’d never hurt you but you had to run away just in case you accidentally died under her supervision.

Nat was pouring the cake batter onto the pan and you were still ‘mixing’ the frosting when in reality you were eating it slowly. You thought you were getting away with it stealthily, but, come on, this is Nat we’re talking about.

“Stop eating all the frosting!” She growled, poking your belly making you flinch and yelp.

“Okayokayokay!” You giggle, putting your hands up in surrender but she keeps poking and scratching around your belly and sides. “Nohoohoo! I said okahahahay!” You cry.

Nat smirks and continues, fluttering her fingertips up you your neck and behind your ears. “I know, but it’s too much fun to stop.” She hums, wiggling her nimble fingers into your armpits. You squeal before your knees buckle, bringing you down to the floor. Nat giggles along and crouches down beside you and continues to torture your sides. Her touches are so light on your sides, but they’re driving you crazy. You arch your back and shake your head side to side.

“Nahahahat! Plehehease!” You squeak.

Natasha smiled and looked at the stove to see it was almost time to put the batter in. She turns to face you with a smirk and moves up to scratch in between your ribs. You cackle, throwing your head back as your face is heating up. “Are you gonna keep eating the frosting?” She asks, chuckling when you give in instantly.

“NOHOHOHO! I PROHOMISE! HAHAH!” You finally relax as she stops, getting up to put the batter when the oven beeps. You get up as well once you catch your breath and finish preparing everything else, having to make more frosting now because you ate half of it. You then sit down at the island with Nat, talking about school and stuff until the cake is done. You frost the cake, add sprinkles because why not, and cover it up in a nice glass cake holder. You both high-five and take a slice, knowing if you wait ten minutes, the team would gobble it up before you even get a bite.

Sure enough, by the next time you passed by the kitchen again, the cake was gone. You and Peter met in his room to discuss the plans for pranking Bucky. “Okay. So, I say we prank him when he’s in the shower. We mess with the temperature and turn it super super cold and run out. We know he likes to use the gym showers when he’s done working out so it would be a perfect time to prank him!” You said, making sure to keep a hushed tone in case anyone was listening.

“Yeah! That’d be so funny. He’s working out right now, so let’s spy on him until he goes to shower.” Peter says, helping you jump on his back to go on your stealthy mission.

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You and Peter have been watching Bucky exercise for the past 30 minutes, and you were both bored. “Jesus, I mean, I know he’s like strong and stuff, and doesn’t get tired easily, but how long does he have to work out? We saw him go to the gym like 2 hours ago.” You whispered.

“Shhh! Keep your voice down, he has enhanced hearing.” Peter whispered, frantically holding his finger over his mouth.

“Oh, I’m being quiet!” You rolled your eyes, scoffing sassily, flinching back in mild offense when Peter quickly covered your mouth with his hand.

“Y/n! If you don’t stop whispering so loud he’s gonna know we’re spying on him. You think you’re whispering but you’re being very loud and he can hear you if you continue. So keep quiet!” Peter whispered, taking your hand off your mouth when you huffed and nodded. You both continue to watch him for a few more minutes, getting excited when he reaches for his water bottle and towel, walking towards the showers.

You cheer quietly and you both wait a few moments before hearing the water run. You make your way inside the showers and find the one he’s in. You wait a few minutes for the water to heat up and so he could get comfortable in the heat, before nodding at Peter, who quickly changes the nozzle to the extreme opposite side. You clasp your hand over your mouth, getting ready for the reaction.

“AHHHHHH!”

You and Peter burst out laughing, running out of the showers while Bucky is yelling out streams of curses and screams. As you run out into the gym, you could hear Bucky screaming out at you both. “YOU KIDS ARE SO DEAD!”

You reach Peter’s room, shutting the door behind you and falling to the floor in silent laughter. Peter was rolling around in his bed and letting out cackles. You just kept replaying Bucky’s reaction in your head, not being able to stop laughing. “Ohoho my gohohohod that was hilarious!!” You squealed, getting up from the floor. Peter nodded, sitting up and holding his stomach. “Yeheheah, he’s gonna kill us though.” He chuckled. You shrugged, giggling a but and sitting down next to him. “Eh, he’ll get over it...hopefully.”

He did not.

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It was a little while before dinner and you were playing around with peter in the living room, him laying on the floor and balancing you on his hands and feet. His hands were holding yours and he had both feet on either side of your hip. You were giggling madly and struggling to keep your arms straight, so you were shaking a lot. You had fallen on top of him multiple times, but you'd get right back up. Tony was watching you guys over the counter, making dinner. He had a light smile on his face at the sound of both of your laughter. You got on top again and this time you were determined to stay up, stifling your laughter and tightening your core. You started smiling when peter began to cheer for you. “There we go! Keep going, hold it, hold it!” Peter strained, keeping you balanced. Tony left the kitchen temporarily to go help Pepper with something, mumbling at you both to stay safe before leaving. You grunted as you almost fell again, but peter caught you and kept you up just in time.

You were both so caught up in your game, that you didn’t notice Bucky stroll into the living room with a determined look on his face. His presence was made known however, when he quickly snatched you up and held you tightly against his chest. You shrieked, instantly recognizing him and you began to laugh hysterically when he started to dig into your hips. “You didn’t think I’d forget, did you?” He teased, digging in the spot right above your hips making you squirm violently in his arms.

“NOHOHOHOHO! BUCKYHYHYHY!” You cried, cackling when he began to blow several raspberries on the crook of your neck. He had your arms held to your sides, preventing you from defending yourself. “This is what you get for that lame ass prank! Regret it yet?” He teased, lifting you up a bit in his grip so he could pinch harshly at your sides. You instantly melt in his arms, kicking out your legs desperately. “WAHAHAIT! PETER HEHEHELPED!” You yelled. If you were gonna get it, so was he.

“I know; he’s next.” He smirked. Peter’s eyes widened and he decided to leave, running out of the living room and hiding in Wanda’s room. Bucky chuckled and sat down on the couch, positioning you to sit on his lap bridal style. You tried to roll off of him right away but he easily grabbed you back. “Apologize.” He says. You might have been a giggling mess, but you weren’t going to apologize for an awesome prank.

“No!” You yell, even then sounding unsure of yourself. Bucky chortles, shaking his head and bringing your stomach up to his face. You begin to giggle nervously again as he's lifting your shirt with his mouth, blowing an abnormally large and ticklish raspberry after. You shriek, twisting around in his hold, cackling when he begins to rub his scratchy stubble all around your belly, making ‘nomming’ noises and playfully biting the skin. It tickles so much and all you can do is just weakly push at his head. He's playfully growling as he bites the pudgy skin on your belly and you quickly fall into silent laughter, kicking out desperately for him to let you go.

Bucky laughs, laying you down and digging his fingers into your collarbone, smiling when you once again let out laughter, squeaking out pleads of mercy. “Hmmm, I hear all these ‘please’ and “stop’ s but I'm not hearing any apologies.” He hums, shaking all of his digits into your ribs. “Are you ready to apologize now?” You scream loudly, arching your back and giving in immediately.

“YEHEHEHES!” You cackle, turning into jelly in his arms when he stops. He giggles along with you and lifts you up to rest your head on his chest. “Ihihihim sohohorry.” You giggle. Bucky smiles and nods, kissing your forehead.

“See, that wasn’t so hard, was it?” He teased, pinching your side lightly. You flinch and giggle lazily, dramatically rolling off the couch and onto the floor. Bucky shakes his head at you fondly, looking up when Peter comes into the living room again.

“Sup guys, is everything settled?” He asks, like nothing happened. Thankfully, Bucky was going to be fair today.

“Not yet. You haven’t apologized, punk!” He growls, making a bee line towards Peter, smirking at his terrified screech before taking off. You giggle as you can hear their banter in the halls, Peter spitting out protests and pleads and Bucky having none of it.

“Wait wait wait wait wait Mr. Barnes! Mr. Barnes, wait! I can explain!”

“Save it for after you get your part of the punishment. You're only making this worse for you, kid! Get off the walls!”

You grin widely when you finally hear Peter’s desperate laughter echoing through the halls, pumping your fist when he gets what he deserves for trying to walk out on his punishment and leave you there.

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Finally, you finish helping the team clean up dinner and you go upstairs with Peter to commence your sleepover. Like always, you bring snacks up and turn on the tv. After a while, peter turns to look at you with a grin. “Hey. I have an idea.”

You turn to look at him as well, mimicking his grin. “What. And it better not be pranking Bucky again, because I don’t know about you, but I've learned my lesson for today.” You chuckle humorlessly, raising your hand in defeat. Peter rolls his eyes and chuckles.

“No way. Not doing that again for a while.” He says. “We should build a fort. We haven’t built one in a long time!”

You smile and nod excitedly, ripping the covers off your body and getting to work.

It was only about 10pm when you and Peter began building it. You draped blankets over some high chairs that you both quietly stole from the kitchen and put blankets on the floor and stuffed pillows inside. You even decided to be extra and drape some fairy lights on the inside. Building a fort with Peter was one of your many favorite things to do. You didn’t do it very often, because you wanted it to be something special when you did.

You both crawled in and admired your work. You pulled out your laptop, setting it up on the ground and opening up Netflix. “We probably should’ve saved some snacks for this.” Peter chuckled.

“Yeah, we should have.” You laughed, looking at the empty wrappers. You both agreed on watching a few episodes of The Office before turning off the fairy lights and falling asleep in the fort. Surprisingly, sleeping on the floor wasn’t as uncomfortable as you thought it would be.

The next day was okay, school was interesting, especially with your classmate once again giving you weird looks. You were extremely confused. This has been going on for quite a bit now. What did I ever do to them?

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after their shopping spree, y/n, suki and katara made their way back home. y/n quickly put on some makeup and got dressed in the outfit katara picked out for her. she brushed out her hair in a hurry, grabbed her keys and made her way into her car to pick up toph on her way to zuko and sokka’s apartment. y/n had a special bond with toph, she always felt like she could tell her everything without being judged. toph, although she would never admit i,t liked y/n the best out of their whole friend group.

their friendship goes all the way back to their high school days. she remembers when toph just transferred over to their school, everybody underestimated the small blind girl. they treated her like a fragile child. even the teachers tippy-toed around her, but not y/n. she treated her like a normal, capable human being. toph really appreciated that. y/n introduced her to the rest of the group and the rest is history.

y/n slowly pulled into toph’s building and honked 3 times as she waited for her to walk to the car. as always, toph was waiting for her on a bench near the front door. she quickly got in her car and immediately connected her phone to the aux. they drove for about 10 minutes to zuko and sokka’s place in comfortable silence.

after countless flights of stairs, they finally made their way to the front door where they could hear faint music from the inside. toph knocked on the door. they heard sokka yell “come in!” from the inside.

when they walked in they were immediately engulfed in hugs by an unfamiliar figure. “ty lee?” y/n exclaimed to her friend “i didn’t know you were coming!”

“of course we came, it’s not an actual party without us” said a second voice. she turned around and looked at azula who was holding a red solo cup, sitting on the couch next to katara, mai and sokka.

“oh zuzu, you’re here too!” said y/n. she could hear a few snickers in the background probably coming from sokka, but she focused her view on azula.

“i told you to stop calling me that,” azula said as she rolled her eyes. y/n smiled and hugged her. “it’s good to see you” said azula

y/n smiled at her and made her way to say hi to everybody else. (and give some special attention to aang’s fluffy dog, appa).

she noticed a certain boy missing from the bunch but she didn’t think much of it. y/n made her way to the kitchen to get a drink, after filling her cup, she plopped on the couch next to sokka.

“hey, i need to talk to you in private” sokka said “oh, okay.let’s go to the balcony then” y/n responded as they both got up and started walking towards the balcony.

they were a few steps away as y/n’s body collided with a tall figure. she looked up and realized it was zuko who she spilt her whole drink on.

“zuko! i’m so sorry i-i wasn’t looking where i was goi-“ y/n started “it’s fine y/n, you can make it up to me by helping me pick out a shirt,” zuko said. y/n glanced at sokka and sent him an apologetic look, sokka nodded and quickly told her he’d wait for her outside.

“god zuko i’m so so sorry” y/n apologized for the 100th time as zuko started looking for a shirt in his drawers. “y/n it’s just a shirt calm down” zuko said with a grin on his face “stop laughing at me you jerk i’m just sor-“ y/n was interrupted by zuko’s abs as he started taking off his shirt. she was speechless to say the least.

although she wanted more than anything to look away, she couldn’t. this was a different feeling for her, she never looked at zuko like this before. they’ve been best friends since childhood she couldn’t have possibly have feelings for him, could she? “you should probably stop staring at me, it’s not a good look on you” zuko snickered.

y/n could feel her cheeks turning bright red. “oh shut up i wasn’t staring at you, i was-uh looking out the window” y/n said as she tried to look at anything but his toned muscles. “oh yeah, nice save,” zuko said as he put his shirt back on.

y/n made her way to the loveseat under his window in an attempt to hide her flustered face. “i need to talk to you about something,” zuko said as he sat next to her and looked out the window “

what’s up zuzu?” y/n responded. she couldn’t stop herself from looking at his beautiful face. the moonlight enlightened his face perfectly. “we’ve been friends forever, and i appreciate this friendship a lot, i appreciate you so much. you were there for me through everything, through thick and thin. i don’t know how i would have dealt with my teenage years if you weren’t there for me. i probably wouldn’t have met any of our friends if it wasn’t for you. azula and i would still hate each other if it wasn’t for you. i guess what i’m trying to say is that… i love you y/n. always have, always will. i know you probably don’t feel the same way and you see me as just a friend but i really have to get this off my chest”

y/n sat there, wide eyed still processing every word he just said to her. she never thought about zuko in a romantic way but she didn’t mind this. after months of being fuck buddies with a guy she knew she could never have in a romantic way she liked this kind of attention from zuko. she liked the feeling of being loved, being needed. without thinking, she crashed her lips into zuko’s and he immediately kissed back. the kisses were desperate and passionate. zuko was a good kisser, y/n had to admit. they pulled away after a minute, both of them out of breath.

zuko just stood there, admiring the features of the beautiful girl sitting in front of him. “so- uh … does this mean you feel the same way about me?”

“y-yeah. it does mean that. i think it’s kind of obvious, but i want to take things slow, i hope you don’t mind” she said. “no, of course not. i’m just so glad you feel the same way - you have no idea how happy this makes me feel” zuko said with the biggest grin on his face. “come on we should probably make our way to the living room, we don’t want everyone getting too suspicious,” y/n said. they got up and walked to the rest of the group hand in hand.

what they didn’t see or hear was the fact sokka saw everything. he saw them kissing, zuko expressing his love for the girl he loves. he didn’t blame him, she was perfect in his eyes, he couldn’t understand how anybody wouldn’t want her. something that y/n didn’t know is that while kissing zuko, she was the one that broke a piece of sokka’s heart.

an: y/n do be having issues tho. i rly didn’t want to glorify the reader like i see in a lot of these fics. she obviously isn’t perfect and I don’t want her to be. anyways ty for reading this and supporting me 😊

me writing the little azula part: “are we about to kiss rn”

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Black and invisible| Bang Yongguk >Part one<

Teacher Au!

Genre: fluff, (smut soon)

Pairing: Bang Yongguk x Reader

(Warnings: domestic au!, expilct mature scenes, soon)

I was never really in the center of attention. I was more like the black sheep in class. The one who no one wants to communicate with, because they don't speak. Or the one that has this special go-away-from-me, I-hate-humans aura.

You know? Everyone has a classmate in class that nobody even notices and even cares about. And when you don't know anyone like this there is a huge possibility that you are the one.

And when I am noticed I get either ignored or am called bad words like freak and looser. But it doesn't mean anything to me anymore. That's what I say to myself. In reality it does have a big effect on me.

In such situations I hurry to go to my secret place in school. It's classroom number 352, it's long forgotten, like me.

The classroom isn't as big as a normal one. It's more like a club room. There is a big wooden table, like a dining table in the middle of it. Eight chairs are standing around it. Behind the table stands a blackboard which looks like it wasn't used in a long time. Left and right are standing huge wooden cupboards which actually matches really good with the table.

This room feels more comforting and home than my actual home. And here I let it all out. Crying, swearing, everything.

Sometimes I cry until there isn't a tear left to cry. Especially at these times I realize how difficult and hard my life is.

Really I hate my life. There is nothing I can depend on. My father's dead and the new boyfriend of my mom is the devil in person. I hate him so much. When my mom isn't around he punches and kicks me. He thinks I am not worth anything. To be honest I think so too.

I have bruises everywhere. Blue, purple. Every color imagineable. I hide it infront of my mom. I don't want her to know. She is so happy with him. After the death of my dad she didn't even talk to me. She didn't go to work. She didn't even washed herself for two weeks. And then she met him on her first time going out after two months.

So there is no way I will tell her. I just have to bear with it. I deserve it anyway.

To hide the bruises from the others (even if they wouldn't notice) I wear black all the time. Beginning with the shoes and socks, ending with my top and hoodie. My hair is black too. My eyes are dark. Fits to my outfit and character.

And to be even more invisible to the others I am sitting in the backrow at the window. No one sits in the backrow. I am the only one.

Shouldn't it be enough already that I am invisible to the students, hated by the boyfriend of my mom, having no dad and getting called bad words?

No, apparently not. The teachers don't like me. They give me bad grades without me doing something. Or it is because of me doing nothing. I am as quiet as a rock. I wonder if they know what my voice sounds like. When they ask me to do something or speak aloud in front of the class, I don't say anything and remain where I was.

One teacher yelled at me servel times and threatened to go to the principal so that he can expel me from school, because I don't do what he told me to do. But since the principle is a good friend of my mom he didn't expel me.

So you could think that I have bad grades but actually no, I don't have bad grades. If I would be speaking in class than I would be the best in class and maybe even the best of everyone of all classes in my grade.

School is easy for me since I have much time to spend I learn the whole time. I don't have friends to go somewhere with. The only friend I had was in elementary school. But that is already a very long time ago.

Elementary where everyone didn't care how someone looked or spoke or walked. Everyone befriended with everyone. And even I had a friend like I told before.

I really want to go back to these times where I had a future and everything was pink and bright like the sun.

And dreams. I had dreams. I wanted to be an artist. A singer to be exact. But I don't have them anymore. Why? Because I know I am not worth anything. I am just there and if I wouldn't no one would notice anyway.

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I make my way through the school gate. About a half an hour too late. Again. Why? I got beaten up for the I-don't-even-count-anymore time. It could be the 20th time or the 100th time. I don't care anymore.

When I push the school door open it's silent. Probably because of the already beginning lessons.

I change my shoes for the school shoes and go straight to my classroom. As I go there I have an uneasy feeling about today. Something seems entirely diffrent to other days. But I shrug it off by the time I reach the classroom.

My mind is ready for the yelling I will get from my math teacher. He is an old man who lives after old school rules. Really aggressive I could say. Also is he thinking lowly of women. Something I hate the most about him.

But when I walk in I am not greeted by this old man. Instead there is a really young looking man infront of me. He is standing at the teacher's desk eyeing the class. I look him up and down. Black suit with a white dress shirt and black shoes with white socks. My eyes wander up and I can see a glimse of a tattoo. My eyes go further up to his face. A sharp jaw line. His skin looks like he wasn't once touched. He has black hair. It looks so wonderful soft. Like you would want to pet it forever. Then I noticed hia eyes were now glued on me. My stomach turns when I look into his dark eyes. His stare is intense and it's making me squirm. So I look away and take my seat in the back row. He looks so dangerously good. No one could ever explaim it with words.

"So like I was saying. I am the new teacher for the time your old math and homeroom teacher is sick.", he explained.

I shifted in my seat. Even his voice shouts danger. But beautiful danger. A voice you always want to listen to.

"And you", he pointed to me and everyone turns around to eye me. I felt incredibly uncomfortable. I don't like what's coming.

"You are probably", a little pause when he looks to the name list, "Y/N Y/L/N"

The way he speaks my name makes me feel insecure and small. He has something in his aura what I can't really explain. It's like you want to follow his very command.

"Could you explain why you are too late for school?", he asks while looking directly in my eyes.

Everyone is looking at me with expecting looks. I break the intese eye contact with him. I just want to bury me in my own grave and staying there forever.

"Y/N-ssi?", his voice drops one octave and I can feel my mouth reacting before thinking.

"I am sorry.", I say in a very very quite voice. I hope he heard me. I begged for it that he heard me. This teacher is making me things I didn't even think on doing.

"Say again? I didn't hear. Could you speak louder for me?"

I had to put all my courage together to open my mouth again, ready to speak. But nothing came out. So I was trying it agian. And again. But nothing came out. I looked up to see him waiting impatiently. So impatiently I would almost think he wants to jump on me and force my voice out.

Suddenly one of my female classmates speaks up.

"Sorry teacher for her behavior. It's better when you ignore her. She never speaks. I find it surprising she actually got quiet words out."

Her name is Haeri. Kim Haeri. She is one of the most popular girls in school. Every girl wants to be like her. Smart, beautiful and the crush of every guy in this wolrd.

I don't want to be like her. I would rather stay in this situation I am already in.

The handsome teacher looks at her in disbelief. Almost annoyed I would say.

"Yeah right. I never heard her voice. Not even once. She is a whole freak. That's all I can say.", a guy named Mino speaks.

At this word freak I look down again. When I hear this word agian I am sure to punch him in his popular face. This is fuckboy number one. Breaks a useless heart after another.

"Now please don't call her freak. I am sure she isn't one.", the teacher who I still not know the name of says.

"But Y/n", he said and I look up again.

"In the time I am your homeroom teacher please wear your school uniform and try to speak more. I won't accept this, okay?"

I barley nodded.

>>I don't even have the school uniform<< I think in my mind.

"So now since everyone is here now. I am Bang Yongguk. Nice to meet you all. Please call me Mr. Bang.", he smiled.

He....smiled! It looks so pure and different from the way he lookes at me earlier. His smile is as bright as the brightest star in the universe.

The lesson began officially and I tried to concentrate on what he is saying. But I get carried away with all kinds of thoughts:

>>How old is he? He looks young! Does he live alone? Does he have a girlfriend?<<

Yeah I even thought about he having a girlfriend.

His aura is so different from everything I ever saw and felt in my entire life. He is attracting me with every little detail. But something in my mind just screams danger.

The lesson ends and a few of my classmates (manly girls) are staying in the classroom speaking with Mr. Bang.

When I am ready to go to my secret room I heard one of the girls asking him if he has a girlfriend.

"Don't you think it's impolite to ask something like this your teacher? But no I don't have a girlfriend.", he smiles again.

The girls squealed in high pitches voices. They even pull their skirts higher! I am truly disgusted.

"Mr. Bang, you look very young. Is it true that you are 28, sir?", Haeri asked in a innocent voice.

"Oh are there already rumours going on about me?", he smirks and slightly laughs.

I really had enough of this. So I stand up and go out of the room. I really hate it. The way he smirks. He really is danger. I have this strong feeling something will go an incredibly wrong way.

I am quite happy that I don't have the next lessons with him.

I walk outside of the school again. It's about four pm and I could walk home like every other student would do. But I am not like everyone else. So I go in the opposite direction of my home because I know the boyfriend of my mom will be there just waiting for me to beat me up.

I always walk to the same place. It's a wonderful park with huge trees and small paths. Especially in autumn it looks wonderful. All these different colors. It reflects the world a bit. And that's what I like about this place the most. I feel like I am a part of this world and not an outsider.

I take my favorite book out of my school bag. It's called ~The you made it into my life~. The book is about a woman who tells about her story how she and her husband met and how he changed to an alcoholic and abusing asshole. It doesn't have a good ending. That's why I like it. Not everything has to have a good ending. Sometimes a bad ending helps to have a good ending the next time.

Some time later when I want to look how late it is I realize that it's already dark outside. My phone lights up.

5 misses calls from mom

6 unread messages from mom

I unlock my phone. 8pm.

Mom: hey sweetie why aren't you home yet?

Mom: hey Y/n please answer

Mom: I am worried! You were never this late.

Mom: Did something happen? Please answer my messages.

Mom: Y/n!!!!

Mom: I am so worried. It's already 7:30 pm. Where are you? Answer your phone!

I search mom in my contacts and call her.

*on the phone*

Mom: Where the heck are you?!

Y/n: I am sorry mom. I am still at school. Don't worry about me. I worked on some things and turned off my phone to concentrate.

Mom: oh sweetie, my hardworking girl, you can't believe how worried I was. Please come home now, okay? I love you!

Y/n: Okay! See you. I love you too!

I can't tell her the truth about where I am. She would be too worried and also would question things. She thinks I am a normal socializing teenager who has at least 2 friends.

When she asks me about "my friends" I tell her lies after lies.

"So you are at school?", someone asks out of nowhere.

I look up to whoever was saying it. And my eyes opened in realization. It's Mr. Bang!!! The one after the boyfriend of my mom who I wanted to meet the least.

"Ehm", is the only thing I could speak out loud.

I take his appearance in. He has sports wear on. Maybe from jogging? His black hair is hanging in his face sticking with sweat. I am sure now. He jogged. But why didn't I notice him?

He makes his way to me and sits beside me on the wooden bench. I breath in his scent. It's a mix of manly cologne, mint and sweat. It's almost intoxicating.

"Still not speaking?", he says in a gentle tone.

#bap #b.a.p #b.a.p yongguk #yongguk

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The Mornings of the Siblings

@gsnkfandomweek GSNK FANDOM WEEK DAY 7: Manga/ Manga-Only Characters — The Mornings of the Siblings

Words: 1312 Characters: Sakura Towa, Sakura Chiyo, Kashima Rei, Kashima Yuu, Nozaki Mayu, Nozaki Yumeko, Seo Yuzuki, Seo Ryosuke, Hori Masayuki and Nozaki Umetarou (both only mentioned) Ships: Slight phrases of HoriKashi Summary: (In chronological order) The mornings of Sakura Towa, Kashima Rei, Nozaki Mayu and Yumeko, and Seo Ryosuke.

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Coughing, Sakura felt herself sobbing by the fact that she was unable to attend school and see Nozaki nor help him with his manga. Meanwhile, Towa grudgingly ate his breakfast in attempted peace over his noisy sister’s wails.

“Towa,” she sobbed for the 100th and last time, “How am I supposed to see Nozaki-kun today?!”

“Onee-chan, you’re so noisy,” he sighed, glancing her way reluctantly. And it’s 2x worse today, he thought to himself, gazing at his sister who had been crying and talking about how admirable Nozaki was.

Towa, on the other hand, had no idea why his sister Chiyo was so in love with him. He was just a model and was certainly beyond her reach. Massaging his temples, he wondered how she would’ve coped if Nozaki got a girlfriend from the world of models. It certainly wasn’t an impossible reality and that… was one of his most recent concerns. What if Nozaki had become so popular that he disregarded Sakura and her feelings towards him? With him as a model and she as a regular high school student, they were worlds apart, especially since he had always received such a large range of love letters and portraits while a number of people competed for his autographs. Raising himself upwards from his seat, he entered his room and returned to the kitchen, shoving his neatly folded sports uniform into his bag and hoisting his tennis racquet over his shoulder.

“Onee-chan, I’m going,” he said.

“Take care Towa,” she sighed wistfully and he knew for certain that she was thinking of that model again.

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Rei began braiding the smaller ends of her hair as she began preparing herself early in the morning. Her school was 3 stations away from Roman Academy after all so she needed far more time to prepare than her sister. She wondered how her sister, Yuu, was doing. Smiling to herself, she thought to herself that Yuu would be sleeping peacefully in her room. Recently, her older sister had been focused on club activities despite being so lax about it previously. She wondered if she found someone she had fallen in love with, perhaps a senpai or something of the sort. Rei couldn’t understand since she went to an all girls’ school but she had several male teachers and was always instructed to not touch males by them.

She was certainly very surprised when she had found that the the person she idolised, Yumeno Sakiko, the manga artist of ‘Let’s Fall in Love’ was a male rather than a female. Finishing her hair, she pat down her uniform and glanced at herself in the bathroom mirror. She looked ready to set out after breakfast. Popping bread into the toaster, she began packing her bag, placing in all that she needed for today then smearing butter onto the toaster as she began setting off. Heading to the doorway, she felt herself be embraced from behind.

“Rei, are you leaving already?” Kashima said, snuggling onto her sister’s shoulder comfortably.

“Onee-sama,” Rei pouted as she slipped on her shoes, “I can’t be late for my train.”

“Wait for me Rei, I’ll be done in a minute,” Kashima said, instantly standing upwards and returning to her room. She instantly came back, dressed in the familiar black jumper and navy blue skirt. Her sister was fast at redressing, as one would expect for a drama club member, she’d have to quickly change costumes to continue acting.

“Onee-sama, on the school festival… I’ll see you act, won’t I?” she inquired as Kashima opened the door for her like a proper gentleman.

A smile played on Kashima’s lips as she remembered the school festival from when she was still in middle school. She had specifically chosen to enrol into Roman Academy due to witnessing Hori’s exceptional acting and was delighted when he scouted her. “Of course you will,” she replied. “Maybe you’ll even get to see Hori-senpai’s acting… I’m so happy when I’m on the stage with him that I can’t stop smiling.”

Rei beamed at the way she had spoken about her senpai. Perhaps that was the reason she had become more motivated for club activities. Giggling to herself, she asked one more question. “Do you love him?”

Kashima paused until glancing at her sister whilst beaming as she thought about Hori. She always became motivated when he was on stage with her and always felt motivated regardless of his role; he could’ve been her lover, her rival, her pet or some other role and she’d still be ecstatic. Taking all of those factors into consideration, she grinned. “I do!” she replied enthusiastically.

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Mayu was tired… well, rather than tired, the more correct term would’ve been lazy. He was in his spotted pyjamas and wasn’t even bothered enough to eat. The only reason why he would’ve looked forward to school today is because there was judo club activities today and as the captain and a sports enthusiast, he had to attend. Groaning and reluctantly parting from his bed, he headed to the bathroom whilst beginning to nod off as he squeezed out toothpaste onto his toothbrush. After brushing his teeth, he sat on the dining table, still dressed in his pyjamas. His little sister, Yumeko, was already dressed in her middle school uniform though. Donning on a green dress over her white shirt, a ribbon tied near her collar.

“Onii-chan,” she said, “You’re still wearing your pyjamas.”

He sighed and returned back to his room then returned back with his white polo shirt and pyjama pants. His expression was one of believing that changing was tiresome… unless it was for judo. Therefore, old enough to understand that factor, Yumeko decided that it would’ve been best to leave him alone instead of sending him to go back and change into his school pants. She was looking forward to the new chapter of ‘Let’s Fall in Love’ that was being released today in the stores. Her older brother, Umetarou, would probably be dropping by in the afternoon with the volume, sighed and everything. She truly did wonder why he always lied about saying he was ‘Yumeno Sakiko’. He’d never be able to fool her but he was getting better at copying Yumeno’s signature. It was even the spitting image. She watched her brother head out while still eating his breakfast and made no comment, deciding to trail after him so they could walk to school together.

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Seo awoke to the sound of plates being returned into the cupboard repeatedly. Her brother, Ryosuke, was probably awake and was about to head to university or work. Opening the door, she glanced at him from afar who had begun to tie his hair back as he washed the dishes, already finishing breakfast. Ryosuke wiped down the dining table, a habit from his work and double checked his bag. He had his waiter uniform in the larger back pocket and the rest of his school supplies at the front. He wondered whether Miyako was going to be attending today’s lesson and brushed it off. She was probably busy with her own work… as a cabaret lady along with that man named Nozaki. He still couldn’t believe that she was a cabaret lady but he was relieved that she and Nozaki weren’t a couple. Glancing at the clock, he realised that he was going to be running late for his morning shift if he didn’t leave now since classes were in the afternoon.

“Crap,” he thought aloud as he quickly yet clumsily slipped on his shoes and staggered out the doorway as he attempted to leave while still putting on his shoes. “I’m leaving!”

Closing the door behind him, he knew his little sister Yuzuki would’ve been able to take care of herself. Smiling to himself, he guessed that she was probably still asleep in her room.

#gsnkfandomweek #many gsnk siblings #day 7: manga/ manga-only characters

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