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Dear Student Behind Me Teacher T-Shirt

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Front of Shirt I love my students

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torotoro0 · 2 years

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Hai new follower! Can I request an eddie munson fic, where eddie and the reader are COMPLETE opposites, like they disagree and argue with each other always, then one day they get punished by the teacher by getting paired with each other always in group projects so that they'll get along together, no more fights? Because when they get in fights, all those around them will get encouraged also to fight? Sorry for the long request.

Detention

☠ Eddie Munson x Reader ☠

Warning: Swearing?

Prompt: " I didn't start it, it was him!"

"Don't blame me! She stuck her nose into my business first!"

A/N: This was before Chrissy's death and Any supernatural things happening.৻( •̀ ᗜ •́ ৻). and I kind of changed the request but its still in the enemies to lovers trope

Word Count:

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Everyone was aware of you and that Munson guy's constant fighting and bickering, It would always start as a small simple useless argument then it'll turn into a monstrous fight that will only get both of you end up in detention with extra library service hours.

"Would it kill you if you shut the f*ck up at least once Munson?" I forced a smile looking at him.

"Y/N! Check your language!" The teacher yelled as she slams her stick-a-ma-bob on her desk.

A scoff was then heard through-out the room "Would it hurt if you just mind your own fucking business L/N?"

"Mr. Munson!" We ignored the teacher as we started bickering.

"I was simply presenting MY project! Is there any problem with that?!" He puts one foot unto his desk.

"Oh! Yes there is! Your taking way to long on YOUR project!" I retorted. He took at least 20 minutes of the class' time to show their projects and here he is trying to reason when he is the culprit.

"Cease this right now!" The teacher stands up, trying to steal our attentions.

"Well, let's ask our dear teacher who is right, should we? Since we all know, that I am the one with an agreeable reason here!" He waves both his hands as if he's preaching something. smh.

"Your reasoning is nonsense! You took half of our class' time to show your project and now your trying to be a victim!? How rude is that!" I scoff, glaring at his direction.

"Shut your ugly ass mouth L/N!" He hissed as he threw a half eaten taco of his that looks like it was bought hundreds of years ago.

"You want that huh?!" I was panic-searching for something to throw back when a person beside me gave me a sandwhich. "Thanks" I whispered.

"Hey ! That was my lunch!" Another student behind him yelled. "You bastard" The student then pulled his hair.

"End this right now or-" Before the teacher could say anything else half of the class started yelling and throwing random things at eachother.

After a moment the whole class was in chaos, like animals desperate for food, preying on the weak. Others even acting like their a bunch of perschoolers finding their 'mommies'.

"What is happening here!" Right then, a school officer passed and look through our class.

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"So, we meet again." The principal taps his fingers impatiently.

"Tell me.. what was it this time?" He smiles as if he was forcing it. We have been called in his office multiple times in a row, heck, even 10 times this week. I guess Munson can't shut his mouth that even I was dragged into this.

It wasn't always like this, both of us were in peace before, no fights, no bickering, no mean side glances, no throwing of random things, etc... I don't even know how it started.

"Where should we start?" The principal slams his hand unto his desk to get both our attention.

"Well firstly, he starte-" I was cut off my some jerk who probably hasn't washed his demon cult shirt for months.

" I ! As a matter-of-factly, did NOT! start this fight, it was her who interrupted me during my presentation." He then gives his musty ass hair a flick with his hand.

A scoff made its way to my mouth. "I only interrupted him because he was taking so long on his presentation that the class has no more time left for theirs!" I gave him a glare as he did the same.

"That's enough, I will be givi-" Before the principal can say anything else, Munson cuts him.

"IF! you just told me more nicely, I could have made my presentation more faster!" His head turned to me in a sharp way.

"Stop this right now or I'll have to call both your parents!" He stands up, knocking his pencils and pens in the process.

"Well, If I told you to make it faster more NICELY, You wouldn't even consider it!" I shot back.

"CHILDREN!" He slams a thick book down.

"Both of you will be getting detention for a week, 6 hours every detention, and let me also add the Library service AFTER detention"

What the- is he fucking serious right now?!

"But I still have extra curriculars after school! You can't do this!" I stand up, my nose fuming in anger.

"You can't do this- erm- Sir- Mr. principal? I have things to do more important than library service!" He retorted.

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"This one's on you L/N" He says as he reaches for a book.

"Still your fault Munson" I guess his demon cult thing really affected his mentality.

"Psh- at least my project is related to the subject" He scoffs.

"Who said mine isn't?!" I glare at him. He has the guts to blame me?! ME?! Ugh weirdo.

"Fucking retard" He whispered, but it was loud enough for me to hear.

"What did you say munson?" I turn to him. " Nothing" He chuckles quietly.

"Bitch" I then threw a small book at him which hit his foot. "Hey! Why did you do that!"

"Because I did"

A/N: Sorry for the cliff hanger, but I got too lazy to finish this, so just imagine I wrote an ending.

#eddie x reader #eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #stranger things 4 #st4 #stranger things season 4 #enemies to lovers #stranger things x reader #st x reader #joseph quinn #joseph quinn x reader #stranger things imagine #strangers things #stranger things

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lunathebee · 1 year

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Pairing: Tom!Peter Parker x bodyguard!fem!reader

Warning: none

A/n: The relationship in this fic will be a platonic one! Peter is 15 yo and Y/n is in her 20s (Timeline: Homecoming)

Summary: What happens when Peter's class gets a new transfer student? And why does Peter feel so uneasy about her?

MY NAVIGATION

"Dude, I heard our class will get a new transfer student today; do you think it is a girl?" Ned excitedly told Peter, who is too busy stuffing some new study notes in his locker.

For the past few days, he has been trying to balance life and work, hoping nobody suspects a thing or two about him. And what did Ned say again? New girl?

"Oh? yeah yeah, I guess that is cool" Peter said without turning back, and just when he was finally able to close the locker, the bell rang, earning a small sigh from him.

===🕷🕷🕷===

"Alright class, settle down. As you guys might know, we are getting a new student today. Why don't you introduce yourself, sweetheart?" The teacher flashed a big smile and gestured towards the person standing, shifting the whole class's attention.

"Hi... I'm..Y/n" The woman gives a small wave and scans the whole class until she sees the familiar curly brown hair peeking from afar.

'Gotcha'

Y/n can't help but show a subtle smirk. The kid does look pretty cute. Now she only needs to-

"Hey hun, are you shy? Aww, I understand. Let me find you a seat first, okay?"

Before Y/n could even comprehend what was going on, someone in the class yelled out loud "I HAVE A SEAT HERE!". Who is that anyway? Y/n look at the boy in a polo shirt who has the biggest grin ever on his face. It seems like her plan is ruined, but at least now she can watch Peter from behind.

"Oh dear sorry Ned, but it seems like Flash spoke up first." The teacher gave an apologetic smile and waited for Y/N to go take a seat before starting the class.

"Okay now today we will be learning about...."

The teacher's voice faded out as Peter stared at Y/n; there was something about her that made him feel uneasy. He noticed that ever since she introduced herself, she was looking directly at him! Does no one think that is creepy?

Ned laughed before wrapping his arm around Peter's shoulder and patting his back. "Sorry man, I tried to get her to sit with us, she is so pretty....." Despite Ned daydreaming about Y/N, all Peter can feel is anxious. Sure, she is pretty, but is she hiding something?

His spider's sense has been tingling, and Peter could only hope that it is wrong for once.

*BANG*

Or not.

"EVERYBODY RUN, QUICK QUICK!" Peter rushes everyone out of the classroom after a gunshot shattered the window. He wants to look around and see where it is coming from, but god, he can't focus when everyone is screaming so loud and pushing him on their way.

"Stay back kid"

"Huh-" Before Peter could react, he saw the new student - Y/n, standing straight on the table with two katanas on her back. Where did she get them from? And where did she hide- Ugh, that's not important right now; he needs to get his suit before anyone gets hurt.

Y/N doesn't seem panicked like Peter; she is chatting with the intruder like it is the most boring thing ever.

"What do you think you're doing, being brave and shit, STAY DOWN OR I WILL SHOOT" The guy with a black ski mask yelled, hands still clutching the small gun and aimed it at Y/n.

"Ouch, you kissed your mama with that mouth?" Y/n snaps back before drawing one of her katanas; this man isn't worth fighting for more than ten minutes.

She was ready to take action when suddenly Peter (now in his Spider-Man suit) jumped in and knocked the gun out of the intruder's hand.

"You shouldn't bring a gun into school man" He said before shooting out a spider's web and sticking the man to the wall, making him unable to move and stay still in defeat.

'Cool okay great..uhh..now I need to call the pol-'

Peter thinks to himself, completely ignoring the person behind him, who is now fuming with rage.

"Hey!" Y/n yelled at Peter; she couldn't believe he didn't listen and stay back like she told him to.

The sudden voice made Peter jump and shoot his spider web at Y/n's hand out of instinct, binding it together.

"HEY!"

"Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry, I- wait, no, I-I did that on purpose, who are you and are you trying to kill me?!" Peter tries to talk without stuttering; he wants to know if this girl is a threat.

But now Y/n is really, REALLY mad. She thought this would be an easy job, but it seems like Peter is more than that; this boy just accused her of being the bad guy?? "Fyi, I'm older than you, kiddo. Is that how you treat adults? Kids these days..." Y/n rolled her eyes backward in irritation.

Peter looks even more confused, older? Aren't they the same age?. "Okay I-..uhhh I won't repeat myself again, who.are.you?" He emphasize the last three words while keeping a distance with Y/n, making her laugh out loud.

'What is so funny about this'

'I swear to god if I die protecting this kid..'

Both of them think at the same time while looking at each other. Y/N decides to make a move first. She walks up to the intruder and swiftly gives him an elbow strike, knocking him out easily. Peter watched the whole scene with wide eyes and decided to take a few steps back for his safety.

"Take the phone out of my front pocket" Y/n said while waiting for Peter to do so. The boy pointed at her pants to confirm again if it was the right pocket, which made Y/n chuckle. "Yes genius, go on; I would have taken it on my own if you hadn't tied my hands together like this"

Peter mumbles a small sorry and pulls out the phone, noticing how it's strangely familiar. But before he could ask Y/n about it, the screen lit up with an incoming video call from Tony Stark, so of course Peter did what any reasonable person would do: pick up the call.

"Omg omg Mr.Stark I- this is crazy but-"

Tony is taken back when Spider-Man is the one who picks up the phone; why did he have Y/n's phone? "Peter, slow down and take off your mask; it is hard to hear when you have it on and speak at supersonic speed"

Peter did as Tony told him to, but before he could say another word, Tony cut him off. "If you have this phone, I assume you already know Y/n; where is she?"

Peter holds the phone to where Y/n is sitting with her legs propped up on the table. She waves her hands full of sticky spider's web to Tony as a way of saying hello, earning a small gasp from the older man.

"Y/n! You okay? Peter seriously?"

"I'm fine sir" - "But mr. Stark!"

Y/n and Peter speak up at the same time, earning a groan from Tony. "Only one at a time, please, and you can call me Tony."

Peter can't hide his surreal excitement; is he going to say Mr. Stark's first name? "Ah...well Tony-"

"Not you kid, I was talking to her"

Ouch. That hurt.

Y/n quickly jumps in to break the awkward silence; the last thing she wants is for her boss and the person she has to protect to get into a fight. "Oh, it's fine, sir, but I think Peter will need you to... explain everything right now; I can wait."

Tony adjusted his glasses and fixed his collar's suit before speaking. "Oh, yes, right. I will say this quick, cuz I have a lot of work to do. Peter, Y/n is your bodyguard-"

"What!?" Peter can't hide his mixed emotions when Tony says the word bodyguard.

"Hey, it's rude to speak when the adult is speaking, okay? She is your bodyguard, but only for a short time. I need someone to look over you and the suit *cough cough* my suit. Got it?"

Peter pouts. "But Mr. Stark, I can handle everything on my own; I don't need a bodyguard!" He quickly turned toward Y/n. "No offense to you."

Tony look at his watch; this conversation is wasting him too much precious time now. "You need a bodyguard, that's it."

"Why do I need a bodyguard?!"

"BECAUSE I SAID SO. End call"

The video call abruptly ended on Tony's command, leaving Peter to lower his head in shame. Maybe he is overreacting; it is not that bad...right?

Peter, look over to where Y/N is sitting; she is holding her hands up, eyes full of boredom.

"Can you get me out of your web?...please?"

Yea...It might not be that bad.

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charliemcksstuff · 2 years

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Heartstopper! Ranger’s apprentice au:

CHAPTER ONE:

He heard the sounds of the clock ticking, the fans spinning, the sounds of other students chatting away loudly outside in halls. And as soon as the first school bell rung, he pulled away, pacing back a step.

“Will, that was only the first bell, why did you-”

“I’ve just got to go.”

The man in front of him scowled, Conner Williams was the name.

“And why is that?”

His scowl deepened, an eyebrow raised in questioning. Will opened his mouth, murmuring the word sorry before leaving. Ignoring the knives being stabbed in his back, he closed the door to the library behind him, walking into the halls and pulling out a slip. Something about changing form groups, not that he couldn’t find his new form group on his own, he’s just already tired of walking past people that don’t like him. He soon found the room and slid it open, observing every person in the room.

“Ah! Will Treaty, happy new year!”

“Oh, good morning and happy new year, sir.”

His form teacher smiled a soft smile before glancing down at the sheet, eyes squinted and murmuring something along the lines of.

“Now, where did I put your seat Mister Treaty?..”

Will paused, he checked out a few other things in the classroom besides the boring choice of color and desks and chairs. That was until a loud voice snapped him out of his trance

“Aha! You’re next to Horace Altman, over there. He’s a year 11 and only a year older!”

Will averted his eyes over to a man with messy bright blonde hair and sky blue eyes, that had already gathered his attention from the window to focus on him. He must admit, he sure was handsome.

“Go and sit down now, Will. I can already see you two getting along.”

“Ah- oh right- thank you, sir.”

He placed his seat right next to Horace Altman, tensing up slightly.

Horace glanced at him, smiling kindly.

“Hi”

His smile made Will relax again, feeling a small smile form on his face.

“Hi”

The next few days were somewhat similar it started to make Will overthink. How come he was always saying hi?

‘He’s always saying hello every morning- Is this a joke? Am I being pranked in someway? What if he thinks I’m hitting on him? Am I bothering him in any way? What if it’s just a dare he can go and proudly tell his friends?-

“Uh… Will?”

He snapped his head around and beheld the sight of Horace seated next to him.. covered in black ink..

The man in front of him seemed embarrassed, but there seemed to be a bit of a humorous gleam in his eyes.

“You don’t have any tissues or anything do you?.. my pen just… kinda.. exploded?” He asked, wincing a smile. Sympathy and curiosity filled the brunette’s expression, he shook his head.

“Aw, no I don’t, sorry Horace”

He was about to state something before the teacher had butted in, peering down at Horace’s completely inked up hands and shirt.

“Oh dear, Horace. You’d better go clean that off. Will could you go with Horace?”

The two boys got up and left, Will pulling the doors open, and Horace standing there helplessly with his arms raised. They reached the bathroom and the other man rushed towards the sink, turning on the tap and aggressively washing his hands.

“It’s not coming off!”

Will giggled at him “looks like you’re gonna be blue forever.”

“I look like I’m wearing gloves”

A finger to his lip, Will let a small chuckle out again.

“You can make it the new fashion”

“I can pretend it’s a tattoo!”

Horace smiled as the man in front of him wince-grinned at the idea.

“I think that’s against the school rules-”

About to saying something else, Horace gaped his mouth before he was cut off by their loud school bell. Instead, he walked over to the dryers.

“Was that the first or second bell?” He asked.

“I dunno, let me check.”

The brunette pulled out his phone, unlocking it to only see Connor Williams impatient and annoying text messages. Calling him useless for not responding? Now that’s impatient.

“Will??”

“Oh- um- yeah first bell-”

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its-my-whump · 1 year

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Whumpril2023 – Day 29

Surrender - Punishment - "Final warning."

Sequel of Andys story and suffering going on - previous (Day 27)

TWs: blood, screaming in pain, aftermath of torture

All of a sudden a big commotion took its course. The P.E. teacher Mr. Walker, instructed different students to call an ambulance and the police, to get the school nurse and clear the locker room. “If I see one of you, using your phone for something other than to call for help, all of you are going to detention for the next year. Do I make myself clear!”

Andys skin was clammy and cool. His heartbeat steady, but he was still unconscious. Peter and some other kids had turned him, so he was laying on his side by now, a sweater under his head. To lay him on his back was out of the question, but staying on his stomach could have complicated his breathing. Little pools of blood had already summoned on the floor. His originally white undershirt looked like a requisite from a horror movie.

The nurse wasn't anywhere to find, a student put his head through the door to the locker room, to inform, then closed it again. Gladly the ambulance had arrived this very moment and paramedics were making their way down the hall. A cluster of agitated and distressed kids leading their way.

Everyone still in the room making way for the medics to work. Beside Mr. Walker, Peter and 2 other students were left to help and assist in any way they could.

“Dear Jesus, Mary and Joseph. What the hell happened to him?” The smaller one of the newly arrived spit out, while he was already on his knees taking Andys pulse.

Peter was mumbling, he had such a bad conscience, for pushing him against the wall. He knew he didn't inflict any of the wounds, but he guessed that his behaviour had made his condition much worse, then it had been before. “He already looked like shit and really pale, when he came in here. After taking of his shirt, he just collapsed.”

“Damn. What's his name?” The other paramedic asked and was told by all 3 students in unison. “Andy, can you here me?” He was gently rubbing the boys sternum. An oximeter was put on his index finger, after the blood pressure monitor was pulled over his limb arm from the other colleague.

2 officers entered the locker room, murmur from the hallway accompanied their entry, and was locked out again, the second, the door was shut behind them.

The boys eye lids were fluttering woken by the hand on his chest. He only managed to open them slightly. An undecipherable silent, definitely painful, sound escaped his hardly parted lips. “We're going to cut your shirt open. Alright? It's going to be unpleasant.”

He gave his colleague, who was kneeling behind the patients' back, a slight nod.

Police were already talking to Mr. Walker, so the sound of scissors cutting through cotton and Andys silent whimpering sounds perished into the ambient noise. The cut was finished, but the medic needed to fold the fabric back to have a look at the extend of the disaster.

The taller man on Andys frontside signalled his partner to stop. “You. What's your name?” A finger pointing in his direction. “Peter.” “Okay, Peter. I need your help.”

On unsteady legs the big guy encircled the bloody heap on the floor and kneeled beside the man who had asked for him. Desperate glazy eyes full of pain were trying to focus on Peter from the floor. He wanted to look away, Andys look was piercing his core. Peter felt so shitty and his own heart sank into his stomach.

He was instructed what to do and could only nod for an answer. 3 pairs of hands working on the kid now. While the small guy started to pull the fabric away from the wounds, which was already stuck to some of the cuts, his colleague took a strong hold onto Andys shoulder and fixated him on the ground. Peter gave support by holding the kids hands and squeezing them slightly to encourage him to do the same, when the pain was getting too much. This handling was more than necessary, because the moment the first guy started to pull on the cotton, an animalistic cry of pain ran through the room. Peters fingers felt like being trapped in a bench vice. He didn't wanna imagine what the kid must be feeling right now.

Andy tried to escape, his whole body fighting against them in pure agony and desperation. Peter could hold the kids look only just so slight. He felt his own eyes watering while big tear drops streamed down the other boys face. Andys gaze confirmed, his mind wasn't completely here, he wasn't completely conscious, but unfortunately it was enough to suffer. Sweat dropped down his head, which he was hitting on the cool flagging, the sweater had already been pushed away by his struggling movements.

His breath was ragged, every fibre of his body fighting, still he tried to speak. “Please stop! Stop punishing me, Dad. Please. Sto..” He wasn't getting enough air into his lungs, his words hardly understandable. Peter put one of his hands under Andys cheek, to prevent him from injuring himself in his fight, while his other was still tightly holding onto the boys hands, which were hardly squeezing back by now. His own chest hurt, just by watching Andy resisting in despair.

“Almost done.” The guy on the other side tried to encourage. But Andy was shaking even more so. His cries started to die down into desperate whimpers and more pleading, his strength just vanishing. “Stoooppp.”

The kid struggled a last time. Peter saw Andys eyes rolling back, leaving only white, but his lids stayed slightly open. All tension had left his body. The weight of his head suddenly pushing down on Peters hand, while the grab to his other hand loosened. His whole body went slack.

The big guy beside Peter was panting, while he himself was still trying to swallow the big lump in his throat and the smaller of the paramedics stated plainly. “Unlucky bastard, to make it till the end. Just to pass out, when the worst is over.”

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rudystopit · 3 years

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Not so Hot Now

[Bakugou x f!reader]

summary: you're new student at UA. Bakugou picks a fight with you and teaches you a lesson in the locker room.

*all characters are aged up*

warnings: nsfw, shower sex, not safe sex, choking, rough sex, overstimulation, and teasing.

wc: 2k

It’s your first day at your new school. Your nerves were going off the wall, but you just remember your father’s words ringing through your head. ‘Find the bully and make him your bitch’.

you walked the principals office. a small mouse man walks you to your classroom. a sleepy man sat at the front.

“oh our new student, y/n l/n.” and you walk in. you scan the class room. your eyes landed on a pair of vermillion eyes. he scowls at you. you return to look.

you sit down in the middle of the class. you stare at the board while the teacher talks. you slowly drift asleep. the peaceful sound of scribbling and aizawa’s voice easy puts you to sleep. it felt like 2 minutes then something jerks you awake. you woke up and your seat is a foot away from your desk and a hot headed blonde smirk down at you. mother fucker kicked it.

you stand up and push in your chair. you calmly walk up to him. his smirk drops to a scowl. you stand on your tippy toes and whisper in his ear. “if you wanted to to fuck me you could have just asked instead of kicking me half away cross the room,” you lean back down and pat his chest. you smile and walk out of the class with the rest of the students.

you laugh the whole way to lunch. bakugou walk to the doorway and punches the wall. “fuck you,” he mumbled.

that afternoon the class was training outside. you finally get to show off that quirk. your family calls it ‘blinking’ which doesn’t really explain all too much. you stretch and do a little test. you look at the sleeping aizawa and you tap the girl’s shoulder next to you. mina looks at you and you whisper “watch” mina protests.

“y/n don’t,” you focus on the spot behind him and you step forward and then you were behind him. you look back at mina and her mouth was wide open.

“hey mr aizawa?” you ask and the man jumped a mile. he held his chested and mumble something about retiring early. “what are we supposed to be doing?”

“just fight someone i don’t care,” he gets up and tries to steady his heart.

you roll your eyes and blink back next to mina. “you almost killed him,” you laugh and she finished stretching. “was that your quirk?”

“yeah my family calls it blinking but i hate that name,” you sigh, “i pretty much can walk in and out of ‘the veil.’ but it just looks like a disappear and reappear.” you explain to her.

“hm cool,” she looks around, “i just secrete acid,” she laughs.

“well i’m gonna go run,” you say as mina waves. you go jog around the track. you watch a few of the kids battle in the middle. you kept running keeping an eye on the battles. that’s why didn’t noticed the hot headed blonde standing in the middle of the track. you run square into his back.

“watch it idiot!” he yells and turns around “jesus christ, do you really want to fight me!” he gets all up in your face.

“you know what? yeah i do!” you yell back. you walk to one of the squares in the middle of the field. he follows behind and he gets into a fighting stance. you get look at your nails. he runs at you. you blink to the side as he falls.

he catches himself and runs at you again. he swings and you blink behind him. “hey blondie i’m over here!” you wave. he grunts and turns around to punch you. an explosion just barely hits you as you just blink to the side.

“goddamn stop running and punch me!” he yells. you shrug and let him charge at you again. another bright flash. you blink behind him and you take your elbow and jab him at the base of him neck. he falls to his knees. “that’s is i’m going to kill you,” he yells. small little explosions pop at his fist.

“that’s enough!” aizawa yells. he points to the building. “get changed you two!” you scoff and walk to the building. bakugou not too far behind.

once your close enough to the building you turn to him and saying “you’re actually not that bad,” you lean against the building.

“shut up,” he grits. you roll your eyes and walk in after you.

“come on why are you pissed at me?” you ask. he doesn’t turn, stop or answer. he just walks to the boys locker room. you follow. “hey! what is your problem with me!” he doesn’t answer. he starts getting undressed. “you kicked my chair this morning, then you wanted to kill me on the field now radio silence. what is your problem with me!” you yell. he turns to you and punches the lockers behind you.

his breathing is heavy. his eye looked like they wanted to kill you. his jaw is so tightly shut you swear it could break. “what nothing to say now?” he mocks and turns away. “get the fuck out so i can shower,” he grumbles.

“no. not until you let me what the fuck is your problem,” you huff. you cross your arms and wait for his answer. he looks at you.

“fine,” he drops his pants and walks to the showers. you hear the water run. you walk over to him and sit at the bench. “fuck no,” he points to where you were standing.

“no, tell me,” you cross your legs and lean against the lockers. look over his body. his toned abs and his... yeah it’s bigger than you thought. he groans and turns the water off. he walks back to his clothes and put on his pants. you follow him. “i’ll let you shower in peace. once you tell me why you hate me,” you says plopping yourself next you his stuff.

he standup straight and grabs your jaw with so much force. he pulls you up to look him in the eyes. you narrow your eyes. he’s trying to intimidate you. you make a plan in case it gets violent. once he sees your not gonna break, he releases you. you rub your jaw.

“you’re a fucking dumbass,” he grumbles. you flip him off. you guess that was the last straw because he slams you against the lockers with his hand around your throat. you’re hands go to his. “what you can disappear now?” he mocks you.

“fuck you,” you struggle to say with his hand clamping on your neck. you would have never guessed in a million years what the next events would be.

he slams his lips against yours. his grip loosens slightly. his free hand grabs your hip. he slowly pushes up your shirt and jacket. you take one of your hand off his and unzip the jacket and shrug it off. you feel him smile into the kiss. he breaks the kiss to rip off your shirt.

you rub your neck, “ouch asshole,” you whine.

“shut your mouth or it will be more than bruise,” he pulls your shirt off and instantly starts attacking your neck and chest. you tangled your fingers into his hair.

“oh yeah like what?” you laugh. he didn’t like that answer and bit down as hard as he could into your shoulder. she shriek out and pull him off of you. you glare at him.

he grabs your jaw again. “you’re cute when you pretend to be pissed at me,” he smirks.

you stomp on his foot. “i am mad at you,” he grabs your wrist and turns you around. you face gets smash into the lockers and he twists your arm. he leans over your back.

“play nice dear,” he sings into your ear. you roll your hips into his. he twists your arm more. “now you want to be a slut?” he growls in your ear. he lets go of your wrist but his hand grabs your hair. he throws you on the floor. he sits down on the bench.

you look at him from the floor. “come here darling,” he says. you get up and walk to him. “take it off,” you grab the bottom of your bra and pull it off, over your head. he leans back and licks his lips. you put your thumbs in the waistband on your pants. you pull that and your underwear down. he groans and leans forward on his knees. “that’s more like it,” he stands up and puts a finger under your chin. he lifts it. you look at his vermillion eyes full of lust.

you grab the bulge in his hands. his finger became his whole hand and he was now inches from your face yelling about how you were getting so good till that little move. you smile at him. he smirks “that how you want to play,” he leans down to kiss you but you blink away into the showers.

bakugou sits there stunned. he hears the shower turn on. he runs in there to see you washing your body. he takes off his pants and walks to you.

“not so fast hot head!” you say. he stops in his track. “sit,” you say. he sits on the cold tile. he watches you sensual wash your body. you put on a little show. he drooled at your soapy body. after a few minutes of torturing him, he gets up and slams you into the wall and sucked on your tits.

you moan out and grab his hair. he grunts into your skin. he pushes you up the wall and you wrap your legs around his waist. he drags his hard dick through your folds. you moan out his name.

“yeah, tell them who’s fucking your slutty ass in the shower!” he says as he thrusts himself in you.

you scream his name in pleasure. you wrap your arms around his shoulder as he trusts harder and harder into you. he pants in your ear while he rearranges your guts. he sucks on the base of your neck. you roll your head back and let moans fall from your mouth.

“god you’re such a fucking slut,” he mumbled into your neck. you pull his hair and he bites down on your soft skin. he licks the blood from his bite. one of his hands wraps around your throat. your eyes fly open as your met with his lustful red ones. he smirks as his other hand sinks in between the two of you.

he rubs circles into your swollen clit. you bite your lip. he squeeze your neck harder. his fingers and him trusting was too much as the knot in your stomach forms. you try to moan out but they come out as small squeaks.

“come on my dick you little whore,” he demands through gritted teeth. the knot in your stomach comes undone as you clench around him. “fuck you’re slutty pussy feels good when you come,” he continues to rut into you with so much force. you moan out his name in ecstasy.

even after you rode out your high, he’s still pounding into you. you hands move to his chest and you try to push him off of you.

“bakugou, please, too much,” you whimper out.

“i’m not done slut,” he continues. every thrust pulls another small whimper out of you. his hands are gripping on to your hips now. he lets out low groans and you feel him fill you up. he drops you on the floor and turns off the water. he throws your clothes at you.

you reach to turn the water back on to clean off. he grabs your wrist. “not till after i’m done with you,” he smiles down at you. you get dress and limp to the girls changing room.

they’re all getting dressed when you walk in. “where did you go?” mina says. you don’t answer and go to your uniform. “woah, that looks like it hurts,” she continues. her fingertips graze your neck. “did bakugou do that?” your eyes widen and your face does red.

“n-no? why would you think that?” you stumble out.

“you guys had a pretty intense fight,” she sighs.

you finish pulling up your skirt and walk outside. bakugou is waiting against the wall. you walk over to him. “you never answered my question,” you huff as you stand next him.

he flips around and puts his hand on the wall next to your face. he lifts your chin. “i never said i hated you. i actually thought you were pretty cute. then when i heard you pretty little moans, i’m making you mine,” he smirks down at you.

#bakugou x y/n #katsuki bakugō #bnha smut #fanfic #fanfiction #smut #mha smut #my hero academia #bnha #bnha x reader #fic #mha bakugou #katsuki bakugo x reader #bakugou smut #bnha bakugo katsuki #bnha bakugou

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shinkun · 4 years

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bloom: part 2/2 (18+)

aizawa shouta | eraserhead x student!reader

[ read part 1 here ]

word count: 1.8k

genre: alpha/omega, m/f, afab reader, student/teacher, smut with little plot

A late-blooming student finds herself trapped in the school, yearning for someone to ease her unfamiliar, painful urges.

warnings: 18+, smut, omegaverse, rough sex

notes: Thank you for the support on my first piece! Make sure you read it before starting this one.

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You couldn’t tell if his words were supposed to be patronizing, or if it was just the product of being a full-time instructor, showering you in praises to assure you that you were doing things correctly. Either way, it put your mind at ease and although it was hard to believe given his brooding persona, it was very endearing.

Aizawa watched as your chest rhythmically rose up and then fell with each guided breath as you began to lean up to catch up with your surroundings. He couldn’t help but feel enamoured by this new-found beauty you emanated that he hadn’t quite seen before, though it was always in front of him. The way your plush lips parted in the center, the way your eyes so innocently and curiously darted around the room, the way your breasts fell gracefully across your chest, so puffy and swollen from the hormones that proceeded to contaminate the space. You noticed a gentle blush creep across his face that hadn’t revealed itself before.

You took this reaction as an invitation to lunge towards the man. The flame in your core that had temporarily been dulled, had already reignited and was raring to go tenfold. It felt as though something primal had awakened in you, causing your mind to blur and the only way you could find relief, or come back to reality, was to catch that intoxicating, pleasurable high once more.

You locked your arms around Aizawa’s neck as your mouth immediately meshed with his. You closed your eyes and bit down on his bottom lip before exploring his mouth with your eager tongue. His tongue returned the favour, violating your mouth with thick saliva, spreading the remaining flavours of your slick into your own. It was hot and so sloppy.

Aizawa didn’t hesitate before readjusting himself on the bench so that both his legs hung over one side. He grabbed you by the waist with him; his large, calloused hands sinking it’s tips into your sides, but refusing to depart from your mouth. Hot little breaths, fluttered against his face while he effortlessly picked you up and perched you on his lap. You clumsily fiddled with the bottom of his shirt, not wanting to abandon his lips for even a second, but reluctantly parting to attempt to pull it off. He dragged his head back for a moment, that devilish smirk still finding its way to his face before aiding you in ridding him of the top.

Your mind caught up with yourself, if only for a moment, relishing in the man’s physique. Eraserhead’s hero costume did such a good job of disguising your professor as this lanky, grieving figure, ready to pass out at a moment’s notice; of course if he was going to wear the title of hero not only did he have to dress the part, he would have the body of one too. You placed your hand on his chest, gracefully trailing your hands downward; your digits inspecting every ab, every scar, the way that trail of fur lead from his belly down passed his belt. Oh... You paused.

“Ohhhh, no ya don’t.” His eyes narrowed in on you. “Don’t get all shy on me now, sweetheart. Isn’t this what you needed me for?” He teased, lacing his fingers through yours to force your hand to descend farther, causing it to rub up against the stiff, girthy rod pulsating beneath his trousers. You gulped. Any patience Aizawa had pent up for you was long gone by now. “Undo it.” He commanded, eyeballing the utility belt, trailing around his waist. Without hesitation you complied; a subtle tremble flowing through your fingers as you fidgeted with the buckle. The weight of it pulled through the loops of his pants and fell to the floor with a heavy, thud. “Go on…” He persuaded. You let out an eager sigh as you continued, sliding your pretty fingers along the edge of his waistband before pulling it towards you. It didn’t take long for his length to escape from its fabric cage on it’s own accord, his member dripping and twitching with thick, translucent precum.

Aizawa planted his hands on your bare ass, gripping your cheeks with some force to ease you even closer to him. His head cocked back slightly when he felt your naked, well-prepped entrance, slide up against his shaft. His fingers pressed hard into your flesh, as he released a few impatient pants from behind clenched teeth, the feeling of your moist folds rubbing against him made him quake.

This unfamiliar reception escaping his body made your core melt even further. You couldn’t wait anymore and quite frankly, neither could he. You delicately planted a hand around the base of his cock, the other on his stiff abs to keep you steady, curling your fingers around the hot flesh, before slowly straddling his length. Aizawa’s fingers dug into you in anticipation, you knew there would be marks left there later. You rose up on your knees, aligning the top of his reddened head with your entry. He couldn’t keep his eyes off of you as you hesitantly began taking it in.

“Fuuuuck..k..” Aizawa let out a long drawn out groan as you sunk on top of his member, relishing in the way your tight, heated walls were able to engulf him. The guttural sigh of approval exhaling from his mouth made you shudder more than anything he’d done up until this point. He bit down on his lip as his hands worked their way up your spine, one above the other, blissfully pulling you down against him; his rut now beginning to overtake his mind. He pulled you against him so that your chests were touching, caging you against him with his muscular arms.

A shriek escaped from your mouth as his cock prodded deep into you suddenly; the position you were in causing it to violate parts that you’d never been able to reach. It was thick and painful yet somehow equally exhilarating. On any normal day you were sure his cock would’ve felt like it was ripping you in half, but this heat made him slide right into you almost effortlessly, as if your dripping cunt was made for him. He held his position for a moment, his hesitation making you squirm impatiently beneath him.

“Haa..zawa…” was the only thing you were able to stammer out in protest as your little hands explored his back, reaching up, twirling and pulling through his dark locks, nails baring into the skin on his back. You couldn’t keep them still and were only able to whine and pant in plea for him to keep moving. It was almost torturous, being stretched out around his girth, feeling the heat and the occasional twitch from it melt your insides but not being allowed to move. God, he loved to tease you.

He gave your temple a soft but reassuring kiss before pumping his hips up and into you, slowly but rhythmically. You grasped him, a little less frantically now, as he finally began to cradle you into him.

Aizawa’s breath began to pick up in time with his pace, pulling out a little more of his member before thrusting it back in each time. The noises coming from your lower halves were lewd and wet, echoing throughout the vacant locker room.

“H..How’re you doing, baby?” He asked between grunts, his pelvis making contact even harder than before.

You were basically salivating by this point, his cock curing those aching pains that once plagued your gut. You’d barely noticed that his voice acknowledged you, you were so clouded by your overwhelmed senses.

“G..ood..it’s so good…” Your voice belted out amidst shaky whines, eyes rolled back. “Good.” He grumbled while quickening his stride even further, skin viciously slapping against skin. His hands trailed down your body, stroking down your silky, sweat covered skin before settling beneath your thighs. His hands gripped on to them as he suddenly rose up to his feet, using his height as leverage to drill into you even further. Almost instinctively, your legs locked around his midriff, aiding in holding you in place. It didn’t take long before you felt an intense heat build up in your stomach, making your insides flutter. Shouta huffed as your messy walls clenched around him, sensing the edge of your climax. He kept his consistent cadence, slamming into your tight hole, as your body arched in his arms.

“‘Atta girl, show me how much you love it.. Sing for me.” He praised, his own breath becoming harder to keep under control. Your toes curled as you let out a series of orgasmic squeals, the powerful rush of pleasure overtaking you. Aizawa leaned in, his scruffy chin rubbing against you as he littered your neck with gentle kisses, never once slowing down. “Mhnn…” He groaned up against your throat as you panted inconsistently, riding it out as cum slid down your backside.

“..Now it’s your turn to make Sensei feel good. You think you can handle it?” You swallowed hard, barely having recovered from the sensation that just shook through your body. You were already overwhelmed by his cock sloshing around your newly sensitive pussy, but refused to decline and could feel he wasn’t close behind. You merely let out a quick nod as you buried your face into the crook of his neck, inhaling his intoxicating sweat mixed musk for support.

Aizawa turned to his side, shoving you up against the wall; your frame hitting it a bit too carelessly. Your fingers tangled through his raven hair, grasping on to it and his back as if for dear life, his hips relentlessly bucking up against you.

That’s when you noticed it, the way it felt like your entrance was having trouble keeping up with him. The bottom of his cock was beginning to swell causing you to wince and writh beneath him. “I warned you.” He could feel you cringe as the bulbous base of his dick forced itself inside. You let out an unexpected gasp at the pressure, trying to make room for his feral member. Shouta pinned you against his pelvis before relieving himself with a final few pumps, precipitously allowing his cock to paint the inside of your swollen snatch, locking you both in place.

Everything burned, and tingled, and before you knew it this feeling of extreme fullness made you escape to your own final climax; his cum making your head spin as another shudder and wail slipped from between your lips. You shivered in his grasp as each other's juices mixed deep within you, occasionally bubbling and dripping down your thighs.

“Mmm…” He gently stroked your scalp while supporting you with one arm, his mouth creeping up beside your ear. “We’re going to be like this for a while.” The air from his voice alone causing a chill to ripple through your body and a soft whimper to emerge in reply as you sunk into his chest.

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kpop-dungeon-dark · 3 years

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REQUEST (Nerd!Felix/Yongbok x You)

•TRIGGER WARNING•

Warning(s): Non-Con, humiliation, degradation, brat taming, watersports, breath play, rough filthy shit. Read at own risk.

"If that isn't our little Yongbokkieeee~" Felix sighed and shut his eyes tightly when he heard the familiar dreadful voice from behind, holding the straps of his school bag even tighter. "Aigoooi~ aren't you in a hurry, foreign booooy?" Her perfectly manicured hand placed on the boy's shoulder, pulling him back.

"Let go, Y/n-ah…" The boy spoke, trying his best not to snap at the little slut. She was so foolish. A fucking clown. A narrow minded little racist bitch. That's what.

"Ahhhh… your Korean is soooo adorable…" Before she moved to stand in front of him, heavy tits tightly packed in her school shirt, the first few buttons up. "What's the rush, Aussie boy? Too proud to make friends? Tsk, tsk!" Felix felt like smacking her infuriatingly cute little face.

"You know it's not like tha-"

"LISTEN UP, EVERYONE!" Y/n clapped and got everyone's attention, the whole hallway of students going home stopping to look at her. "OUR FOREIGN BOY DOESN'T WANNA BE FRIENDS~" she pouted as if it really hurt her. "HE AVOIDED ME ALL DAY IN SCHOOL TOO! HOW PROUD, TSK!" Everyone booed him, calling him names and whatnot. It was terrible.

Had he known moving to Korea was going to be like this he'd have never agreed. They made fun of his looks, his accent, the grammatical errors he made and his English name that he preferred. Even though Felix was using his English name in his documents now that he was all grown up, Y/n had somehow learnt his Korean one and she wasn't going to let him live it down.

"Aigo what a loser" splashing the juice in her hand at his shirt, the girl clicked her tongue and walked away while laughing, leaving the boy in absolute despair due to how badly it stained his shirt.

He didn't want to hurt her because she was clearly fucking naive and dumb but fuck. Y/n was making it fucking hard.

Felix checked his room one last time to make sure it was clean and smelt nice with just the right amount of ventilation. Setting his books up on the foldable desks he'd set up on the bed, the boy opened up the other desk too. His mom had asked him if he could teach her bestfriend's child some English as they were apparently in the same year as him. The boy was happy to help and agreed so now his mom's friend was going to drop the kid off at their house that he didn't know anything about.

And who else could it be other than the one and only. How fucking cliche.

The male was unsure of how to act when he heard his mom's voice and another women's before his door was knocked, opening as Mrs. Lee along a stern looking tall and built women in a police uniform appeared.

Felix got up and respectfully bowed to the women as she greeted him back, her friendly smile really unusual for her stern features. "Hello, dear. Thank you so much for your kind gesture. I've been looking for a good teacher for quite some time now but my child is… slow." She chuckled. "Maybe it'd be easier for her if someone her age teaches her…"

"Oh, of course. No problem at all. I'd be actually very happy to help. That way I get to revise too and study from a different perspective, ma'am." He didn't know why, but he couldn't stop the smirk from appearing on his face. Oh. She was trying her best to hide behind her mother but Felix had seen the pathetic little girl.

Oh how fucking perfect.

"Ah I hope my kid can learn well from you in not just academics but manners too… Now! Y/n-ah- where…" Her mother looked for her before turning around to find her hiding, gripping her wrist and pulling her in front of the taller boy. "There you are. Now… learn well okay? Felix will take well care of you" her mother glanced at the boy and he nodded, bowing a little bit as he said of course.

Y/n was trying not to die as she was made to stand right in front of fucking Yongbok out of all! How was she so stupid?! She should have put two and two together! Oh fuck! This was bad! This was terrible for her image! Now he knew that she was looking for tuition and not all that careless about studies as she seemed to act like back in school. And she also wasn't a badass in her private life.

Fuck.

"Be good. I'll pick you up on my way back, alright?" The girl had non-existent balls to brat with her mother as she was a firm police woman and knew how to get brats going. She had gotten enough harsh punishments from her mom to even dare to try. Y/n did her best to pretend to be a good kid. Or her mom had threatened to send her off to juvi or a boarding school! "Hm?"

The girl whimpered, feeling the boy's gaze burn into her very soul. "Y- Yes, mommy." She could only whisper back, head lowered all the way.

"Good baby. Now give mommy a kiss." Y/n could die of embarrassment right now, her cheeks burning as she felt humiliated. Oh she had no idea what was coming her way. This was nothing. Her mother still treated her like a 4 year old baby and not like she was 18. It was so fucking stupid!

"Y- Yes, mommy…" There was no use hiding. Yongbok could see it all and he was quietly observing it. Standing on her tippy toes because of being much smaller than her mom, Y/n kissed her cheek. "Bye, mommy." The copper ruffled her daughter's head before leaving with Felix's mother who was also dressed for work.

Lowering her head even more when it was just the both of them, Y/n held her bag right as she didn't turn around, not wanting to face the smug boy, whimpering when he stepped forward to close his door.

"She… doesn't know, does she?" Felix's deep voice pierced through her soul as he turned around to look down at her now, grinning wide. "Tsk… look at this cute little turtleneck and long skirt… those baby shoes and these pigtails…" Y/n felt her heart starting to pound when he suddenly tugged at her twin ponytails, her cheeks feeling even hotter in pure humiliation. "If only you were actually a good babygirl like your 'mommy' thinks and not a skimpy little slutty whore ridiculing people for no fucking reason at school" clicking his tongue, the boy walked to his bed and plopped on it in a relaxed manner, well aware that he had her exactly where a bitch like her should be. "I wonder how she will react if she finds out that you are actually-"

"N- NO PLEASE!" Y/n finally found her voice and rushed to him, helplessly pleading. "PLEASE DON'T TELL M- MOMMY! I- I AM SORRY!" She struggled, not knowing what to say. This was so awkward and strange. Something she'd never thought of. Fuck.

"Ahhh so you really are an all talk whore, tsk. Acting all cool and fearless in school but actually a pathetic little mommy's baby." Felix chuckled tauntingly and shook his head, eyes cold. Months. She'd been troubling him for months simply because he was a foreigner and made mistakes in Korean. "Come here, let me see. I wouldn't be surprised if you're also wearing a nappy under that cute skirt. Do you need a change?" He teasingly went to grab her arm which caused the girl to stagger backwards.

"N- No! No, Y- Yon- Felix! I- I swear I am not! I am not wearing a-- p- please! Don't do this! I- I won't bother you again! You don't even have to tutor me! Just please don't tell mom!" Y/n hated how pathetically she had to beg him.

"Ah… so it's suddenly Felix now, huh?" The male chuckled before speaking again. "Since I am not a pathetic slut like you, I won't tell your mom but in exchange, you'll have to be good for me. If you oblige, good. If you don't, I'll have to tell her, little one. Because what you're doing will end up harming someone really bad."

The girl desperately dropped her bag, sitting in his feet and holding his knees. "Y- Yes! Yes! Alright! I'll be good! I'll do whatever you want! Just don't tell mom! I don't wanna go to juvi or boarding-" her eyes widened before she slapped her mouth shut. Oh no! She didn't just tell him that!

Felix threw his head back and laughed. "Ahhh so it's like that, I see…" He was enjoying this. Looking down at her, Felix felt something stir inside him as his eyes got darker. She looked so fucking perfect kneeling under him like this. It was getting so hard to hold back now that he had her. "Fine. If you don't want to go to boarding or juvi, you'll have to be my little fuck piggy. And when I say that, I mean it. You'll be my literal plaything and there will be no denying my orders. You'll have to obey and be good like a brainless little slave doll… You will only know what I allow. You will only do as I say. No using your own brain, not that it is very smart anyway… That is the price." He had always had… dark desires. Which was one of the reasons he'd never dated much. But when Felix had seen Y/n all those months ago in school for the first time, he had unintentionally imagined how it would feel to ruin her to the point of despair before building her back up.

And now that he was so close to having it. Fuck. The boy was going insane.

Y/n nodded slowly, tears forming in her eyes as she bit her lip. "Y- Yes, I… I agree. I- I'll be your d- doll, Felix… J- Just please d- don't tell anyone… I- I beg you… I- I don't wanna g- go to boarding or…" A sob left her, his finger catching her tear amidst of falling down.

This was so wrong. But she deserved it. Felix was absolutely disgusted by bullies.

"Don't worry. Like your mother said, I'll take goood care of you." The naive girl had no idea what she had signed herself up for or just what his words meant. "Then… why don't you prove your worth by getting up and stripping to let me see my belongings... And, get those dirty little hands off. Fuck toys don't deserve to touch Master unless allowed." Felix swatted them off.

"W- What? M- Master…? S- Strip?" Y/n was lost.

"What else did you think? Some Wattpad romance where I make you my little sidekick or something before I confess that I've liked you all along?" Raising an eyebrow he pushed her back. "Get to it."

"B- But F- Felix-!"

"It's Master!" The male firmly spoke as he glared down at her, yanking one of her pigtails. "Come on now… time's running and we don't have all day my little toy. You better start behaving before it's too late…" Her sobs and tears satisfied him so much.

Y/n slowly got up with her head lowered, trembling as she stepped out of her shoes, slowly pulling her socks off. "I- I can't believe I am doing this in front o- of you.." She whispered while struggling to not collapse on her knees, literally shivering under his firm gaze.

"I also couldn't believe a person as rotten as you existed." Before he grabbed the hem of her dress, pulling her closer and snorting when she gasped, flinching when he leaned back again. Felix's foot trailed up her shaking leg, the top of his foot rubbing against her covered core before he grabbed the waistband of her panties with his toes, pulling them down from under the skirt. "Ahh… so little girl's mommy really doesn't put her in nappies, I see…" Before he looked back up at her face, his foot resting on the underwear between her ankles now. "Skirt off now."

The girl was wiping at her tears as she shakily undid the skirt before letting it fall, her heart pounding even harder when the cold air attacked her core before he made her pull her shirt up and off, suddenly ripping her bra off which caused her to scream.

"Tsk… you sure are jumpy and scaredy for how tough you act." The boy shook his head, feeding off her misery. "Pick that underwear up." Y/n reached for it when he finally removed his foot from the top of it, stepping out of it and picking it up, even her ears red now out of humiliation. "Put it on your head." Another sob left her as he pinched and played with her breast, loving the authority he had over her.

"Fe- M- Master…" Shaking her head, she tried to back away but Felix wasn't having it.

"What did I just fucking say?!" He snapped, towering over her when the boy stood up, making her cower down before she put the smelly article over her head, biting her lips to stop her sobs from escaping. "Such a good toy…" Felix cooed this time, rubbing her head as he pulled it down and covered her eyes with the waistband, pulling her pigtails out of the sides.

"Fuck… you look good. Just how a dumb brainless slut should look." Fishing his phone out, he smirked. "This proves how you've no problem with being brainless. You look fucking retarded but you're doing it because Master said it. That's exactly what this is about. Obedience" before he suddenly kissed her briefly, making her gasp.

"Now~ smile wide for a picture…" Before he turned the camera on and stepped back, making sure her whole body was in frame. Fuck. Felix was so fucking painfully hard. "Come on… don't be shy" he taunted when she sobbed in protest, making him switch to video instead. "Fine, then." His taunting smile dropped to a firm expression as he approached her, placing his feet on hers before he smacked her face, catching it all on camera.

"Aigooo~" he mimicked her, smacking her other cheek, uncovering her eyes but still keeping the underwear on her head. He decided that it will be a new style for her. "Look at this whore~" Y/n's flushed cheeks now received some more slaps before he placed his hand on her nose and pushed it back, chuckling loudly. "Awww such a cute little fuck piggy we have here… she loves this doesn't she?" When she continued to cry, Felix smacked her head and pulled at the girl's ponytail. "DOESN'T SHE?"

"Y- Yes, Master! Yes!"

"Good girl" pushing her nose back to look like a pig's again, the male spat at it. "Now tell Master you're thankful. Get on your knees and be good."

"T- Thank you, M- Master…" The girl cried out, slowly getting on her knees now. "Thank you s- so much…" Felix parted her legs by his foot, cutting the footage and tossing his phone on the bed before kicking her pussy, causing Y/n to jerk forward, face banging straight into his cock.

A moan left him before he grabbed both her ponytails, wrapping them around his hands. "Now I have a present for you. I bought it all a while back and have been keeping it hidden and safe for when I get a fuck piggy. And now that you're here, I'll give you it."

Yes, Felix was pissed at her and yes, he loved destroying her but he was no asshole. She still had that cute little whore face he adored.

Crouching down in front of her, he gripped her chin and kissed her lips again, ignoring her gasp and kissing her again before spitting right on her tongue. "Swallow it and wait for Master to be back. Face down and ass up. I shouldn't have to fuckin repeat myself."

Y/n trembled as she struggled to swallow his spit, bowing down on the ground, slowly raising her nude ass back up. A few moments passed with Felix bringing stuff over and near her, fumbling with things in his closet before he finally closed it and walked to her. "Aren't you lucky? Finding an owner without even looking. There's so many pets like you who have no Master… or not a good one at least, you know…" Standing behind her, Felix rubbed the lube all over the tiny and thick piggy tail assplug. "Aren't you lucky?"

The girl knew what he wanted to hear so she nervously started, having no idea what the boy was about to do. "Y- Yes, Master… v- very luc- AHHHH!" She could only lay there and weakly cry as Felix laughed loudly at her scream because he'd pushed the plug in, tapping her ass.

"Good piggy~" the male cooed and hooked a thin chain to a small loop on top of the plug, slowly making her sit up in silence, the only sounds being her weak sobs. "Just… give in… it'll hurt less that way and you'll be happier." His eyes were trained on what he was doing, the long chain extending from down her plug having nose hooks at the other end that he plugged in her nose, chuckling when her eyes widened as she located the small cage in front of her.

"Oh, yeah. That is your new crib" Felix was clearly loving this. Kissing her stretched little piggy nose, he placed the pink piggy ears on her underwear covered head, followed by a pink collar that had a small bell attached to it. "You look so beautiful…" Kissing her lips again, Felix attached weights to her nipples, making her whine out in pain as she tried to stop his hands. "Oho~" he swatted her hands away, grabbing the piggy hands and feet before putting them on her, finally folding her limbs and binding them.

"Hmmm… that's like a good filthy little fuck pig." Before he attached a leash to her collar and gulped, feeling his balls ache now due to the masterpiece he'd made, pulling at the leash to have her crawl in the cage before he closed it, chuckling at how she kept tripping. "Clumsy pig." Before he started to take pictures, taunting and humiliating her all the while.

When Felix was satisfied with the photoshoot, he opened the cage and walked to the bed, holding her leash and pulling her with him. "Now… the fun part." Before he tucked his aching cock out much to her horror, sitting down on the bed and pulling her in between her legs. Pumping his cock a little, the male moaned loudly as he started to piss on her face, chuckling loudly when she yelled and protested, trying to move away but only falling on her face, choking when he harshly pulled at her leash, forcefully pushing his cock in her mouth. "You better swallow that!"

Y/n started crying loudly again, wails leaving her throat as his hot piss started travelling down her throat, making her choke and gag as he loudly laughed. "What a useless piggy! Can't even be a good urinal." Before he smacked her face again, now starting to fuck her mouth fast and rough, hitting his hard tip against the back of her throat before forcefully pushing in, a trail of piss and spit hanging down her lips.

"Fuck… fuck…" Felix moaned loudly, his cock twitching inside of her and pulsating from how fucking good it felt. From her soft mouth to her tight throat, to how he could see his cock against her skin, her eyes widened when her breath supply would totally cut off from his balls getting stuffed between her lips.

"Fuck… you're no good… I'll have to train you plenty" her cries were causing shivers and vibrations up his cock as he fucked her face up and down his cock by her ponytails, kicking her pussy as he went faster and faster, his hips starting to ache from how much strength it was causing.

"What a dumb slut!" Pulling his cock out of her throat, he kicked her on her back, making her arch her back when the tail plug brushed against the floor. "I need that useless fucking pussy now. It better be worth it." Y/n felt scared and nervous for her vagina now as he warned and crawled over her now, pushing his way forcefully inside, biting down at her lip when he felt her hymen tear and lube his cock up.

"I am going to make an absolute mess out of you." He promised, his deep voice sending shivers down her sweaty body. "My mess."

I am sorry if it was too rough sjskso you said like bullying gone wrong-

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slams open your door/ one angst request for a childhood g/n reader with deuce, ace, jack, ruggie and vil coming right up! "if we're still single by 30, let's get married! (for housing benefits lol)" it was a childish promise made in jest, but the boy never forgot. in the end, it ends with unrequited/pining feelings from one/both sides that cant be returned due to bad timing/prior engagements/etc when they reach of age (go hogwild with the scenarios lis!!)

(slams my hands on the table) yes yes yes yes YES i love this trope

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Deuce Spade

You make the promise to him after you confessed to your crush sometime in 7th grade and got rejected, left to cry by yourself behind the school. Out of all your friends, only Deuce came to comfort you -- And so you, in your dramatic childish glory, feeling like you’d never find anyone to love, tell him the two of you should get married if you’re single by 30.

Deuce remembers every detail of that event down to how your eyes gleamed with the tears, how the light of the sunset casted that golden glow on your hair -- It was when he knew he loved you. It took him a while to find the right words to describe the feeling, but he’d been feeling it for a long time.

He doesn’t pursue you because he feels like he’ll grow out of it. You go to NRC together, the two of you against the world, and it’s like everyday he falls in love a little more. You support him through his attempts of being a honors student, and on the day of your graduation, the first thing you do is hug each other tight, cheering about how you made it, you finally made it.

You don’t lose contact with each other even after school. Deuce and you are basically attached to the hip, meeting up every other week to talk about college and then your jobs. Through all of this time you’re friends, both of you go through a handful of relationships each, but none of them are really serious. As you approach 30, Deuce remembers that promise from back then.

When your birthday comes up, you’re sort of gloomy over recent breakup, and Deuce, naturally, is the first one to be there for you. He shows up in the morning with a gift and makes you breakfast, your dear best friend warming your heart once more. You rant about your latest partner and exchange anecdotes about how last week went before everything goes silent, and suddenly his hand is hesitantly on yours.

“D-Do you remember, um.” He begins, face flushed. “That promise we made in middle school? That if we were single until 30...”

You blink. Really, that? It felt like so long ago -- It was hard to remember even. You can barely catch what he was going to try to say before you laugh your middle school self off, snickering at how naive you were -- Something in Deuce seems to shatter, then, and his hand retracts. It’s so fast you can barely tell what’s happening.

And he stays with you through the birthday regardless, of course he does. He’s your dearest friend, isn’t he?

the rest is under the cut cause... its long

Ace Trappola

You hated Ace, initially. You met in kindergarten and he was the worst, literally. Always pulling pranks on everyone and acting just so infuriatingly cheeky, your 5 year old self learned real rage through that little redhead boy who always hid your things just to get a rise out of you.

One day you decided to prank him back, causing massive trouble in the classroom that ends with the two of you getting intensely scolded, and that’s how, somehow, a beautiful friendship blooms. Ace gets this sparkle in his eyes when you’re done getting yelled at, and says that the two of you should be friends and work together on doing this to other people.

Since then you two became inseparable. You’d never stop bickering, but you also never left each other’s side. The two of you were a menace, an absolute terror to your teachers -- Whether you were a good kid before meeting him or not didn’t matter, Ace is great at being a bad influence.

Near the end of 4th grade, you begin hearing about how one of your classmate’s single parent was getting married again. This sparked a big conversation between your class, somehow, with everyone declaring who they wanted to marry. It was a silly childish thing. When your turn comes, you proudly announce that when you grew up, you’d marry Ace if you hadn’t married anyone else by 30, ‘cause no one else would choose him but me! You snicker after making the comment, amused at how mean you were being, but somehow your snarkiness seems to fly over Ace’s head.

It’s a thing that happens that you two never really talk about again, but it ticks in the back of his mind for his whole life as you two grow up. Even entering middle and then high school, he always remembers it when he goes through some sort of romantic disappointment. You really were the only one who always stuck around, after all...

Years go by and somehow you’re still by each other’s side. Every birthday that passes Ace thinks about it a little more, he wonders if that promise from ages ago was true. When your 30th birthday comes up the promise is constantly in his mind, he’s driving himself up the wall with expectation. And he doesn’t even know why he’s feeling like that, really, you two are just childhood friends, right? There’s no reason for him to be feeling so... like this.

Eventually, he just blurts it out, a couple days after said birthday. You two are probably just hanging out and ranting about work when he goes “Hey, you remember that stuff you said in 4th grade? About, uh, us getting married?” And you go silent for a beat. His heart races as he wonders what the hell he’s doing, even.

But you laugh it all off. What, that stuff about marrying you? Yeah, I was such a dumb kid. I was right, though, look how you’re still single, you joke, and it feels like a punch to the gut to Ace. He laughs awkwardly with you. Yeah, sure, how foolish the two of your were for thinking of something like... you two... being together like that...

Jack Howl

Jack was, before everything, the scary boy in your 2nd grade class. Beastmen weren’t exactly common at school, especially wolves like him, so he ended up sticking out quite a lot. Most kids, your friends included, thought he was far too scary to approach. And Jack himself seemed to be fine with that, not really interacting much with anyone.

That was all he was for you until, one day, an older kid gets mad at you during lunch for bumping into them and staining their shirt with juice. They’re about two or three years ahead and so much taller than you, you’re genuinely scared -- And who would know that in a moment like this, the one kid in your class you weren’t very fond of would stand up for you, convincing the bully to go away.

Afterwards, Jack asks if you’re okay, you two end up eating together, and the rest is history. You find out he was actually really sweet, despite seeming so tough, and you get comfortable with it. Jack was always a reliable, loyal friend, someone you knew you could count on.

This included when your friends started being weirded out by you for getting close to the scary boy in class. They get it in their heads that you have a crush on him and tease you for it, which makes you upset, but Jack stands up for you again. This was enough for you to be pretty starry eyed at the age of 7, so you declared that, hey, who cares about what these mean kids are saying! Maybe you and Jack should be together anyway. Actually, if you two got to 30 and you were still single, you should get married! Jack gets just as starry eyed as you, and you seal a pinky promise that day.

What you never knew, though, was that he wouldn’t grow out of it -- Because as time goes by and you two grow up alongside each other, it ends up slipping your mind. You meet new people and learn new things, getting into some relationships here and there, and though you’d taken the promise seriously for a bit when you were a kid, it was just something you laughed about now.

You don’t even remember it on Jack’s 30th birthday. You’re one of the first people to show up to the small gathering, naturally, you had known each other since forever. You’re teasing him about how he was so perpetually single even now, that you were reaching “marriage age”, and this seems to fluster him a bit.

“Well...” He starts, his ears going slightly limp. “I wanted... to keep that promise, you know. From when we were kids.” His voice is quiet, uncertain. It’s different from how you usually hear him talk, and you have no idea what he’s talking about. You question him about it, and he’s wide eyed when he realizes that you actually forgot.

He questions you about it. How could you forget? You two actually made a pinky promise about it -- But you’re just confused as to why he’s bringing this up, saying that of course it wasn’t a big deal, you two were just kids when it happened! Was he really expecting something from that? And when you ask him that, he’s silent.

Needless to say, the birthday is soured. Jack asks for you to leave, it’s a mess. You don’t know what you did wrong, exactly, just like you’re not sure how you could possibly fix this.

Ruggie Bucchi

“Partners in crime” was the only possible way to describe what sort of relationship you had with Ruggie. It starts in elementary school, you’re walking around in a farmer’s market near the slums and you catch him taking a handful of apples from a stand, without paying. Your eyes are wide as you remember who that boy was, a classmate of yours, and despite what your family had taught you about stealing, you walk up to the person taking care of the stand, and start chatting with them to distract them.

You’re not sure what really made you want to help this boy you barely knew, but it turned out to be the one thing in your life you’re the most grateful for, because the next day, when he sees you again in class, he runs up to you to thank you so many times in a row. And since then, you two started spending time together.

And you got along so well! Ruggie got along with most of the other kids and you had some friends of your own, but nothing was compared to how close the two of you were. You two scheme your way in and out of trouble through your school days, and at one point you can barely imagine your life without him.

Sometime mid 6th grade, your classmates start talking of crushes and dating and such, which gives you a lot to think about. You’re a bit upset that you seem to be the only one who isn’t in on the new fun, so one day, when you’re hanging out with Ruggie, you complain about feeling like you’d be single forever. Ruggie laughs and says that if no one wanted to be with you, then no one would want to be with him either. You still wonder what that meant.

In a fit of childishness, you say decisively that if you two were single until you were 30, you’d get married. Looking back on it, you can’t tell if you were kidding or not, but Ruggie and you shake hands mid-laughs, like you’re sealing a deal.

So time goes by. You don’t think too hard about that promise and Ruggie... doesn’t seem to, either, you actually wonder what’s going through his head often, because he rarely tells you what he’s thinking. You end up going to NRC together, to both of your families’ joy, and that just ends up making you closer, as two kids from the less-privileged side of the Afterglow Savannah in such a prestigious academy...

Your bond ends up really fire-forged after those four years, so it’s no surprise to anyone that you’d still be close even after you graduate, even as adults. Nothing could break a friendship like this.

You think about it on the day of your 30th birthday, when you’re out for drinks with Ruggie to celebrate. Really, how the hell did you stick to each other’s side for so long? You ask him as you loop an arm around his neck, and he grins. “Well, maybe we should get married like you promised then, y’know... when we were brats.” He says, a little quieter than your previous conversation. There’s a hint of some kind of different feeling there that you don’t catch at the time, scoffing at him and going, yeah, in your dreams.

The rest of the night goes normally, though you don’t hear from him for a couple days afterward... and when you do, he barely looks you in the eye. You wonder if anything bad happened, if you did anything wrong.

Vil Schoenheit

When Vil Schoenheit moved into your town, everybody was talking about him before he even really set foot into the classroom. Everyone had seen him somewhere -- The poster boy of villainy in all your favorite movies, a kid with a pretty face and a haughty aura.

You’re as curious as everyone else to meet him, though you don’t really share that strange vindictiveness the other kids seemed to have, angered at Vil himself for what his characters put others through. It’s so stupid, you thought, isn’t he just the actor? He might actually be nice.

When he arrives into the classroom, people are about as annoying towards him as you expected. Their disdain towards Vil bothered you, he’d barely said anything to others and yet they were already pegging him as a mean, arrogant person. So stupid, you repeat to yourself, and you decide to talk to him normally, and that’s how your ages-long friendship came to life.

Vil wasn’t like anyone you’d ever met. You come to find that he’s rather haughty, yes, and very strict with pretty much everything, but he was also very kind deep down, and willing to help you with anything you needed. He was a good friend. He was also, as you came to find out as you grew a little more, astoundingly pretty. With people disliking his “villainy” or not, by the time you’re starting middle school, he already consistently gets confessed to.

You’re a bit jealous. Not because you wanted Vil for yourself, no, he was just a good friend, but you wished people would find you as attractive as they found him, sometimes. You express that to him when you’re walking home together one day, and he laughs it off, saying it wasn’t as good as you thought it’d be. Still, you make him promise that if you were single by 30, he’d have to marry you, because if he just let you die alone, he’d be a bad friend. Vil seems strangely mesmerized by that, but he agrees.

Time goes by, you get to watch each other grow. Even with all the people going in and out of Vil’s life, he seems to keep you closer to his heart than everyone, and you never really lose contact with each other. Even when he’s busy, with movies or modeling or school, he still makes time to check up on you, and you see each other often.

When you’re actually nearing 30, Vil has reached a sort of stardom that burned your eyes just looking at, and you were so goddamn proud of him it was real. Somehow, he still makes time to show up for your birthday, after about a month of not really seeing each other -- And he spoils you to death on that day, the two of you spending all of it together and talking until it was late at night.

As the sun is about to rise, though, Vil’s chattiness subsides. About as sleep deprived as you, he says, softly “So since we’ve gotten there, and we’re both still single... maybe we should fulfill that promise from years ago, shouldn’t we?” You take a moment to process it, it’s tough remembering exactly when you made such a promise, but eventually you do. You feel like that should’ve been a joke, but the way Vil looks at you isn’t saying joke at all.

You sort of laugh it off either way, though. What, that silly promise? You ask, are you rubbing it in that you’re prettier than me? I can still find a partner looking like this, y’know. You think it’s funny, but Vil suddenly falls completely silent.

He then sighs, almost wistful, and says “Sure you can” before the conversation progresses... you’re not sure what happened, but life goes on after that like nothing happened. Deep down, Vil is feeling stupid for having taken the promise to heart, like he should have known better... but if you never really meant it, then what could he do but give it up? Even though it was the thing he wanted to do the least... he valued your friendship too much to do something that could possibly ruin it.

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(Some salt fic september)

Francois DuPont was an artistic school. With talented students varying from designers, to journalists, to DJs, to comic artists and writers. The art room of the school was always the busiest, the loudest, and the favorite room of the school.

So it would make sense for the school to have a yearly showcase. It was called a talent show once upon a time, but eventually the staff and students agreed that ‘talent show’ didn’t suit the talents the students were bringing to the table. Thus, the Francois DuPont showcase was born.

Students worked for months on their piece for the showcase. More than fifty percent of the works in the art room were pieces for the showcase.

It wasn’t mandatory by any means, but most students with a talent in the arts would participate. But with almost all the students participating and some having more than one piece to showcase, the show usually lasted a few days.

Lila, of course, didn’t know any of that so when asked if she was participating in the showcase in a few months, she grinned and said “Of course!”

Alya lit up. “Great! It’s going to be my first showcase too, and I want someone who knows what I’m going through. C’mon, we have to sign up.” And she dragged her into the halls.

Alya immediately wrote her name underneath the ‘verbal’ column, putting a ‘journalism’ next to it.

Lila surveyed the options. The easiest thing to fake would probably be photography, so she marked her name under ‘media’ and wrote a ‘photography’ next to it.

“Ooh, photography? What do you take pictures of? Because I know Mari’s been looking for a partner to take pictures of her designs with her.”

Lila bit back a grimace. “Thanks, but I prefer to take pictures of...” Art? Buildings? “Nature. I find that taking pictures of people is narcissistic as a society.”

“Aren’t you a model?” A judgmental voice came from behind her.

“I- well-“ She stuttered.

“It’s completely different, Felix! Lila doesn’t think her photo shoots are art worthy, she’s just doing it as a job.” Alya snapped, throwing an arm out to almost shield Lila from the chill radiating from Felix’s entire person.

“Very well.” Felix stepped around the two and signed his name in perfect cursive beneath Lila’s name and walked away without another word.

“That guy gives me the creeps.” Alix remarked as she scratched her name under the ‘performance’ column, then the ‘piece of art that cannot be moved’ section.

“And he’s doing photography too! Don’t worry Lila, there’s no way he’s better than you.” Alya grabbed her arm reassuringly and began walking with her back to class.

“Yeah, right...” Lila held in a wince as she found her way back to her seat.

Surely photography can’t be that hard.

—

It was that hard.

Lila had waited one week before the showcase to start taking pictures on her phone. She walked to the park and snapped a few pictures, called it a day, and went home.

They were terrible. Blurry, ugly, terrible.

The next thing she tried was looking up stock images and photoshopping the watermark off.

She was awful at photoshop.

Finally, she resorted to her escape plan.

“Sorry, Alya. But I completely forgot that I’m volunteering at the elementary school all day on the day of the showcase, and I can’t just cancel on them. I’m so sorry.”

“Girl, it’s no problem! Marinette told me that the showcase is going to go on for four days. We’ll just reschedule your slot. It’s no problem at all.”

“Great.” She muttered through gritted teeth. “See you then.”

...crap.

She had only one plan now.

And it was risky.

—

Lila walked into class on Monday, prepared for her showcase.

She explained to Alya that when she explained what was going on to the leader of her organization, they gave her a rain check.

“I’m just so thankful.” She brushed away a tear. “I really wanted to make sure I could see everyone’s talents.”

“That’s so sweet!” Rose cooed. “I can’t wait to see your pictures either!”

“I just hope they correctly portray the beauty of my subject...” Lila pressed a hand to her chest in modesty.

“Students, I need all of the media students to come to the art classroom with your flash drives and cameras.” Miss Bustier put her phone down and smiled. “And anyone who paired with a media student for their talent please also join the students in the art room.”

Lila stood and gave everyone a hug. “Wish me luck!”

She noticed Sabrina stand as well and accept a half hearted hug from Chloe and a nod of support from Max. Juleka stood too and hugged Rose tight.

“Bye Alya! Wish me luck.” Marinette appeared from seemingly nowhere and hugged Alya tight. “And don’t be worried about your presentation. We’ll find some time to rehearse before tomorrow.”

“Thanks girl. Look after Lila for me? She’s just as new as I am.”

Marinette’s eyes darkened for just a second, but she quickly broke into a grin. “No problem. And don’t be worried, Lila. I’m sure your photos are just unimaginable.”

“Thanks Marinette. That’s just so sweet of you.” They linked arms and waltzed out of the room.

The moment they were out of eye shot of any of their classmates, they stepped aside.

“You don’t even have pictures, do you?” Marinette growled.

“What do you mean Marinette? Of course I have pictures.” She smirked. Or at least, I will in just a minute.

—

The art room was bustling and chaotic. Perfect for a camera or flash drive to go missing.

Marinette was bombarded by a group of kids from Felix’s class.

“Ready to see the product of our hard work?” A girl with two dark buns on the top of her head asked.

“I hope so.” She gave them a bashful smile.

Lila stopped paying attention. She had a goal in mind.

Her eyes landed on an expensive looking camera sitting on a desk at the side of the room. A sitting duck.

With a side glance for witnesses, Lila walked right by the camera and slipped the memory card right out and into her awaiting palm.

With her goal met, she sat primly in her chair, waiting for them to be called to the stage.

“Alright, photographers, models, actors, directors!” The art teacher stood. “Let’s go!”

Lila skipped up to him, a look of concern on her face. “Sir?”

“Yes Lila?”

“My camera broke on my way here and all I have left of it is my memory card; is there still a way for me to present my photos?”

“Of course there is. Don’t you worry a bit.”

“Perfect!” She grinned.

Once backstage, each student needed to give the teacher their SD cards or cameras and wait to be called onstage to describe their works to the audience.

Lila spared a quick glance towards the onlookers. Talent scouts of every kind were sitting in plush, reserved seats, notebooks and pens at the ready.

She was the first one up, the first one they would see and, unless she used all of her charisma and improvising skill, the first one they would forget.

“...and now, Lila Rossi with her photography!”

Lila strutted out to the greetings of applause.

“Hello, and let me just say I am so honored to be here today, especially considering that a year ago I wasn’t expected to be able to walk to school every day. Photography was really the only thing that got me through the day.”

A murmur of pity rippled through the crowd.

“Pictures like this one.” She pressed the clicker and a picture appeared on the screen behind her.

A picture of one Marinette Dupain-Cheng, mid-twirl in a beautiful hand-made dress.

Lila heard Alya gasp.

“I wanted to show simultaneously the mundanity of walking and the undeniable splendor of it. My dear friend Marinette had some designs she was willing to model for me to help achieve my goal. Marinette, come on out!” She held a hand out, daring Marinette to come out from where she was waiting to go next along with her other friends.

Felix stood behind her with a look of horror and disgust on his face; and a particularly fancy camera hanging around his neck. A very familiar camera.

“No? Okay then.” She turned back to the crowd. “She’ll be out with a different group; Mari doesn’t want me to have to share the spotlight, isn’t she sweet?”

The crowd applauded and Lila continued making up technical terms and thought processes for each photo, all of which were of Marinette in different designs.

“Thank you.” She bowed deep before walking off the stage.

Now to hold her breath and hope that Marinette, Felix and all their friends were too chicken to call her out onstage.

—

“Now, with their short film; ‘solving love,’ please welcome Bridgette Cheng, Claude Lambert, Mercury Bernard, Allegra Harthorn, Felix Culpa, and Marinette Dupain-Cheng.”

“Hey everybody!” A boy with brown hair and a blue striped shirt grabbed the mic and shouted. “How are we doing today?”

A scattered amount of applause.

“Nice! I’m Claude, and this is Bridgette.”

The girl with the buns waved.

“We were the main idea folks for this video; but the idea only came after the filming.”

Bridgette grabbed the mic. “We asked out friends if we could film them, and then a few weeks ago, we reviewed the film and noticed something... interesting.”

“Allegra here,” a girl with a long blonde braid waved, “did the music and Mercury,” a boy with dark glasses and a green beret, “did the narration. You’ll be seeing more of them soon. My cousin Mari,” Marinette waved, “and Felix are the main subjects of the film. You would have seen more of them, but for some reason Felix’s memory card went missing.”

Lila swallowed, this wasn’t great. The seeds of dissent were planted and now she had to risk either spinning another fake story or hoping that it all went well.

It’s not like they had any proof though; she should be fine.

“Anyway, here’s ‘Solving Love.’”

They all stepped to the side and the video began with a smooth piano.

“Love.” The screen showed couples going up to Andre’s and sharing ice cream. “The answer to everything. To ourselves, to the meaning of life, to the questions we cannot ask.”

“But how? How do we get from complete strangers, to people so close they are the same person?” The video changed to a showing of Marinette and Felix shaking hands, both with sardonic smirks. “People rarely get to see the entire process of when people fall in love; there are always pieces missing, hidden moments only for the people in question to recall. Love is left for the investigator to discover for themselves, when the time is right.”

“But maybe,” it showed Marinette talking animatedly, as Felix yawns beside her, “maybe one day, we’ll be lucky enough to see most of the picture.” Felix’s eyes droop and his head falls to rest atop Marinette’s, in the beginnings of a nap. Marinette flushes red.

The rest of the video shows the stages of Marinette and Felix’s relationship, from sarcastic rivals, to peers, to friends, to partners. The narrator described different relationships and how love is a constant through all of them.

The video showed Marinette dancing, twirling in a brilliant dress as Felix kneels and snaps pictures. “Ah, but is this all of it?” They lean down for a swift kiss. The image pauses there. “The full picture? Or is it only a snapshot,” the screen lights up white, “a minor clue, to solving love?”

The auditorium was quiet for what seemed like minutes. Then, the room burst into uproarious applause; a standing ovation.

Lila growled as she turned to sulk and maybe get her makeup so she could fake an injury and get some pity points to heal her bruised ego.

She ran face first into the grey suit of Mr. Damocles.

“Oh, hello sir.” She beamed. “Is there a problem?”

His eyebrows furrowed. “Yes Miss Rossi, there is. Did you take those pictures of Miss Dupain-Cheng? Because that video tells a different story.”

“Yes sir, I swear it.”

“You swear it, huh? Well you best come with me to the office. Miss Dupain-Cheng and her friends will join us when they’re done.”

“What?”

“Miss Rossi, you are accused of stealing Mr Culpa and Miss Dupain-Cheng’s creative work. We will be calling your mother to discuss this.”

Back on stage the crowd of students and talent agents alike had taken to shouting questions to the group of students.

#ml salt #lila salt #felinette #ml felix #felix culpa #marinette dupain cheng #ml marinette #quantic kids #ml claude #ml allegra #ml mercury #ml bridgette #ml alya

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A History Lesson

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Word Count: 4741

Warnings: Vulgar language, I think that’s it (it’s mainly fluff like Bucky’s)

Summary: You never were fond of history...but if history gives you a man like that? Maybe you could deal with it.

A/N: Here it is! A little later than I had hoped, but my brother is visiting, it was his birthday this week, work’s been a bit hectic, and I ended up writing a little something for Bucky’s birthday on Wednesday, which I didn’t mean to. I got it done, though! First Date with our dear Cap’n Spangles! I have all the First Date ideas for the other Avengers lined up, but I think I’m gonna put this on hiatus for now. I’m gonna try focusing on my College!AU at the moment. If you guys want, I’ll share my First Date plans, though. If I find time, I’ll write the next one. If you haven’t noticed, I have a fondness for collages, so I might do what I’m doing for my College!AU Project and make collages for the other First Dates before writing them. Anyways, enough with my ramblings. Enjoy the date!

You keep checking the clock, waiting for this lecture to be done. You typically enjoy school, but history isn’t a strong suit for you. You try in history, you really do, but all the information - the dates, people, places - it’s too much. You constantly mix things up, no matter how hard you study. And you don’t really get the hype. Who cares what these dead guys did? It happened, it’s done, and it’s time to move on.

“That’s all for today! Don’t forget your papers are due on Monday! You’re dismissed!”

You let out a groan at the mention of the cursed research paper. You had stayed up for hours the previous nights working on it, but so far you have squat. The essay is on the Second World War (more specifically the differences of life between Americans and Europeans at the time), and you know you should’ve done it when it was given a week ago, but your shitty memory makes it difficult to write a paper without five million textbooks in front of you and you don’t have time to go to the library every night between work, friends, and other projects. So, you haven’t done it yet.

Exhausted, mentally and physically, you collect your things and head out of the lecture hall. You pull out your phone to text your friends, telling them you have to work on a paper tonight and you can’t meet up for dinner like you all usually do on Fridays. Deciding to take a breather before working, you start out to the bench overlooking the Potomac River, which you always sat at to relax and just…be. The scenic walk through DC and the sight of the steady river flowing besides the busy city always calms you.

You sit there for a few moments, letting the slight breeze chill the skin that’s warmed by the sun, listening to it ruffle the trees. The blush pink blossoms that appear when Spring sings her song and chases away Winter flutter to the newly grown, bright green grass below. You enjoy all the seasons, unable to help but love the unique beauty each brings, and Spring is no exception, despite the allergies and tests she brings.

And speaking of tests…

A soft sigh passes your lips as you get out your laptop. You might as well start writing, or at least researching, that paper. You never were good at relaxing when there’s work to be done.

You’re so engrossed in getting the stupid essay done and over with that you don’t notice the jogger who pauses in his run by the very bench you are slaving away on. “Savin’ this seat for anyone?”

“Huh? Oh, uh, no. Go ahead.” You answer distractedly, not even looking up from your screen as the owner of the deep voice sits besides you.

A few more minutes pass in comfortable silence, before you ruin it with a grumble and delete half the paragraph you just wrote. “That doesn’t make sense.” You change tabs to look over the information on the page you have pulled up again, only to furrow your eyebrows. You’re pretty sure the information is wrong. You may have a shitty memory, but you’re sure that the information given on this page is in contrast to the information given in the book you were reading a couple days ago.

“What’re you workin’ so hard on there, honey?”

You let out a huff, throwing your hands up in the air in defeat. “Some dumb research paper for school! It’s on World War Two, and I can’t remember what’s right and what’s wrong and it’s a stupid topic anyways that my stupid teacher assigned! Who fucking cares about a hundred years ago? And how the hell am I supposed to know this? I wasn’t alive! You know what I…”

The words die on your tongue as you finally glance over at the stranger keeping you company.

Blonde hair that seems gold with the way the sun is hitting the strands, which are damp and in slight disarray due to his exercise. Bright blue eyes reflecting the sky above, hidden beneath long lashes that you’re immediately envious of. Pretty pink lips, matching the cherry blossoms on the trees surrounding you, pulling up into an amused sort of smile. The makings of a beard lining his jaw and littering his cheeks.

Steve Rogers. Captain America. You just ranted about how stupid history is to Captain fucking America. You just ranted about how you have to write a dumb essay on World War Two to Captain fucking America.

Ignoring the way your body heats up, starting in your toes and climbing up your legs, chest, and neck to reach the tips of your ears, a nervous little chuckle is all you can give. You clear your throat, trying to think of how to apologize. “I guess you wouldn’t know what I mean, huh?”

What in the ever loving fuck was that? That was not an apology!

You clear your throat and try again. “I-I mean…sorry. It’s not - I didn’t mean-”

“No, no. It’s fine, sweetheart.” The grin he shoots you makes you glad you aren’t standing up, knowing full well your knees would’ve buckled if you were. You open your mouth to apologize again, but he shakes his head before you can speak. “Really. It’s okay. I get it. I used to be a student too. And you’re right; it was a long time ago and there’s a lot of things that happened. Even I have a hard time keeping track of everything that went down.”

You merely blink at him, nodding slowly. Say something. For the love of God, please just say something. Anything! “Yeah. I can barely remember what I had for breakfast this morning.” Really? You’re sitting besides the one and only Captain America and that’s what you decide to say?

You feel yourself slump your shoulders slightly, trying to shrink down into absolute nothingness. But even that wouldn’t work because he’s got that friend of his that could shrink and he’d find you. It seems that you were destined to be embarrassed in front of one of the most beautiful human beings on the planet. Screw the universe.

Instead of teasing you or embarrassing you further, he chuckles and nods in agreement, his eyes lighting up. “You’re not the only one. My pal Clint has got the absolute worst memory. We tease him all the time for it. How he became an agent with the memory of a goldfish, I’ll never know.” You laugh at that, your muscles relaxing and your anxiety easing up.

“Yeah, well, I’ve gotta get through college before I’m in the clear.”

“Don’t worry about it, honey. I’m sure you’ll be fine. Uh…so, a World War Two paper, huh? Need some help? I’m kind of an expert on the topic.”

Breath hitching as he scoots closer, you swallow thickly and shrug. “I don’t want to bother you. You look like you’re in the middle of a run.” You gesture to the tight ass t-shirt hugging his torso that you’re sure is sizes too small for him and the joggers hanging off his hips.

Following your gesture, he looks down, before shaking his head. “Nah. I’ve already ran a few more miles than I was going to today.”

“Are-are you sure?”

There’s that grin again. You’re not sure you’ll be able to survive him tutoring you if he keeps giving you that adorable toothy smile. “Honest. I’ve got the rest of the day. We can go to the library if you want. Or we can stay here. Whatever works best for you. I don’t mind either way.”

You blink again, like an idiot, as you process his words. Whatever works best for you. What a gentleman. “Uhh…I was about to head to the library anyways, but I really don’t want to bother you-”

“Trust me, honey. It’d be my pleasure.”

“If you insist.”

“I do.”

You let out a soft laugh and nod at his insistence, starting to pack up your things. “Okay. I’m Y/N, by the way.” You stand up as he does and offer your hand.

“Steve. But I guess you figured that out.” Taking your hand, you expect him to shake it, but he squeezes it softly and brings it to his lips instead.

Clearing your throat, you tease him a bit to hide your bashfulness at his actions. “You’re a real gentleman, aren’t you?”

He shrugs with a slight smirk, gently dropping your hand and letting it go after another squeeze. “My momma raised nothing less.”

“I’m sure she’d be proud.”

His playful eyes go slightly more somber at that, his smirk morphing into a grateful smile. “Thank you.”

Giving no reply, you smile softly and nod your head to the path. He nods back before quickly falling into step besides you, asking you more about your paper as you walk to the library.

* * * * * * * *

Giggling behind your hand to stay quiet, or at least attempt to since you both had already been berated by the librarians for being too loud, your attention is once again diverted to Steve and his stories.

It started out fine; he helped you find reliable books and told you which things were true. But not even half an hour passed before Steve told you a story about the Howling Commandos after something in a book reminded him of it. Your concentration since then has been split between your paper and Steve’s retelling of his past.

“Sorry. I keep distracting you. What’s next?”

You snicker again and shake your head. “No, no. It’s okay. I’m almost done anyways. I’ve actually written down a few things you said, if you don’t mind me using them. My professor can’t exactly argue with Captain America, now can he?”

His lips pull up and his shoulders shake in silent laughter. “I guess not. Of course I don’t mind. You can quote me anytime. See?” He nudges you with his shoulder playfully. “History isn’t so bad.”

“Not when you’re telling it.” You respond earnestly, grinning up at him.

“Eh, Bucky’s always been a better storyteller than me.” He gives a little shrug and rubs the back of his neck.

You shake your head at his modesty. “Well I think you do just fine. You’re the first person to get me interested in history. Hey, can you read this over for me? I just need to finalize this paragraph and do the conclusion.”

When you receive silence as an answer, you look over at the blonde with an eyebrow raised. The ocean eyes scanning over you make you a bit self conscious, so you shift slightly in your seat, making him come back from whatever thoughts overtook his mind. “Sorry. Of course I can, honey. That’s what I’m here for. Let me see.”

He gives you a few pointers on what to add and what to get rid of, before you finally finish, saving your work and closing your laptop with a huff.

“What a mind workout. I’m sure my brain’s got abs now.”

Heads swivel towards you two as Steve guffaws, a lady a few tables down shushing him. He apologizes, still snickering. “Abs, huh?”

“I mean, not as good as yours but…” You freeze, inwardly facepalming. And you were doing so well.

He gives you a cheeky grin. “I’ve got good abs?”

“Oh don’t give me that!” You hiss out quietly. “You know you have good abs. I’m just stating facts is all.”

Another soft chuckle leaves those pretty lips and he twists in his seat to crack his back before standing to collect the books you both got out. “When’s the paper due again?”

You stand to help him, but you get a case of the butterfingers just as you go to pick the books up, making the pile tumble to the floor. “Ah shit.” Steve smiles gently at you as you huff and give him an exasperated look. “My bad.”

He snickers, bending down to help you despite having his own books to carry, like the gentleman he is. “So? Due date?”

“Monday.” You answer with a sigh, straightening up. You carefully set the books on the table to pile them better. “We should get the grade back by Friday.”

He hums, taking a few more books in those strong arms of his. “Ah, well, you’ll get a good grade. I believe in you.”

You smirk at him as you shift your bag so you could carry books under your arms. “I’m sure I will with your help, Captain.” He scoffs and rolls his eyes at your teasing manner. “Thank you, by the way.”

“Of course. I had a good time.” He sends that stunning smile your way and this time you are standing. Luckily you have a table to lean on casually instead of falling on your face. “Plus, now you’ve got a free weekend.”

“Ugh. I wish.” You shake your head. “This is my final semester before I graduate. There’s loads to do. But this makes it easier.” Heading through the aisles of the library, you catch sight of the time on a clock on the wall and your eyes widen. You’d been there for a little over three hours! “Damn! I’m sorry I took up your Friday, though. I’m sure there’s things you want to do before you have to go back to New York, huh?”

Shrugging his broad shoulders, he runs a hand through his golden locks and drops the books he had in his arms on the desk for returns. “Not really. I’m here for the next couple weeks, actually. Meetings and stuff. Plus, it doesn’t even take me an hour to get here, so I can really come whenever I want.”

“That’s nice.” You follow his lead and set your books down, readjusting your bag on your shoulder. “I wish I could go to New York whenever I want. I’m way too poor for that.”

He chuckles again. You’ll never get tired of the sound of his laughter. “I’m sure you’ll get there one day.”

You shrug half heartedly, not really believing him. You’re barely making it in DC. There’s no way you could make it in the Big Apple. “Sure. Someday. I’m serious, though. I’m sorry you wasted your time with some stressed out college student instead of enjoying time with your friends.”

“I’m serious too, honey. It’s no problem; I enjoyed it. And it’s not a waste of my time. Not as long as you get a good grade.”

You laugh as the two of you head out of the building, stopping on the steps and facing each other. “How will you know if I get a good grade?”

He purses his lips in thought. “Meet me at the bench next Friday.” He finally said, his eyes sparkling. “Then we’ll see. Until then, Y/N.”

You grin, taking the large hand he offers you, firmly shaking it before he can kiss your knuckles, making him snicker. “Until then, Steve.”

* * * * * * * *

Feet pounding against the concrete, you practically jump when you spot the man already sitting at the bench. “Steve!” You shout happily, waving your paper in the air. The blonde shoots up, a brow raised in curiosity. “I got a 97!”

You come to a halt in front of him, but it’s too quick, so your clumsy feet trip over each other. Before you can fall, he catches you with ease, smiling down at you in amusement. Small pants leave your lips as sweat trickles down your spine. Where’s that breeze when you need it?

“Uhm…oops?” What the hell was that?! That was embarrassing, that’s what it was!

He chuckles, straightening you up. “You were saying?”

With pride lifting up the corners of your mouth, you shove the paper at his chest, once again grateful that he ignored your blunderings. “97%!”

“I told you you’d be fine. And I knew it wasn’t a waste of my time.” Steve looks up from the paper to give you a toothy grin.

“Thank you again.” You take the paper he hands back to you and shove it in your bag. “I probably would’ve failed the class without this grade. Is there really nothing I can do to pay you back for your time?”

He taps his chin in faux-thought, before tilting his head innocently. “You can loan me some of your time on Sunday.”

You purse your lips, confusion written over your features. “My time? On Sunday? Oh!” You light up, figuring he just needs help with something. “Yeah, duh. Okay. What do you need help with? I can promise I’ll try my hardest, but I might not-”

“No, no. Honey, that’s not-” he laughs, shaking his head and grabbing your hand to make you stop rambling. “I’m askin’ you out.”

“Out?” You pause, registering what that meant. “Like…on a date?” Is he serious? There’s no way he wants to go on a date with you. You pretty much called his life story boring, to his face, and then made him spend three hours on a Friday evening at the library working on a college paper with you.

He snickers with a nod. “Yes, on a date. So whaddya say, sweetheart?”

“Yes!” You blurt out without thinking, before you shy back, feeling yourself heat up as you tend to do around this God of a man. “Y-yeah. Yeah, I’d love to. Sunday. I can do that.”

He beams adorably, like a child being allowed to buy his favorite candy bar. Or a puppy with his favorite toy. Yeah…he reminds you of a puppy. Which only makes him that much cuter.

“Awesome! Meet me here at noon. Does that work?”

You nod vigorously. “That works perfectly.”

“Perfect.” He repeats, before taking your hand and bringing your knuckles to his lips once more.

* * * * * * * *

You’re sitting on the bench, tapping your toes nervously and checking your phone every minute. He said noon and it’s only eleven thirty. It’s a bit inconvenient, to say the least, when the place you go to relax is the place you’re meeting the person making you anxious. You could barely sleep the previous night, too many doubts lingering in your head. You seem to always be making a fool of yourself in front of him, but he was the one who asked you out, so that had to count for something.

You try not to think too hard about it, instead thinking back to last Friday in the library and how his features lifted when he told stories of his childhood and the Howling Commandos and the grin he got when he told you about the things they used to do that would get them in trouble.

“But I’m Captain America, and who’s gonna say no to this face?”

A little giggle leaves your lips as you remember his words, before you’re startled back to reality as a familiar smooth voice sounds besides you.

“Whatcha giggling at, honey?”

You whip over to see Steve grinning in amusement, leaning on the back of the bench. Your eyes drag down his figure. Another too tight t-shirt showing every ridge and curve on his torso, a jacket over his broad shoulders along with a casual pair of jeans. You had seen a meme about Steve having the proportions of a Dorito and, looking at him now, you can see how true it was. It almost makes you laugh again, but you remember what exactly is happening, and you suddenly can’t find anything funny.

“Sweetheart? You alright?”

“Huh? Oh. Yes. Yeah. I’m fine. I was just…thinking.”

He raised an eyebrow, smirking and leaning his forearms against the back of the bench next to where you’re sat. “And those adorable little giggles?”

There’s that familiar flush that you’ve learned to ignore, praying to God he didn’t notice your heart skipping a beat. “Uh, I just remembered something. That’s all.”

He gives a little hum, before hopping over the back and landing besides you. “Seems like we both had the same idea. Gettin’ here early.”

“If you must know, I was just…” You shrug. “To be honest, I’m a little anxious.”

“I’m not that scary, am I?” He teases, nudging you gently.

You roll your eyes and give him a look. “I don’t think there’s a bone in your body capable of being scary. I’m just…I’m nervous I’m gonna embarrass myself…again.”

Steve shakes his head, looking at you earnestly. “You’re not gonna embarrass yourself.”

Picking at the hem of your shirt, you scoff, shaking your head. “I already have. The amount of times I’ve tripped or said something stupid or rambled, which I’m doing right now, or-”

“Honey, honey. Slow down.” The blonde chuckles. “It’s nothing to be embarrassed about. I find all of those things endearing. Now, the amount of times I’ve seen my teammates slip and fall on their faces while chasing an enemy? That’s embarrassing. Just the other day, Buck tripped on the roof of a car. Sam has it recorded.”

You let out a laugh at that and nod. “Okay, okay. Sorry. I didn’t mean to get all insecure on you-”

“It’s fine, Y/N.” Steve insists. “Now,” he stands and offers his hand. “Let’s go get some lunch, yeah?”

You look at his hand before looking up at him and taking it without hesitation. “Okay.”

* * * * * * * *

After rounds of questions during lunch, Steve took you around the Smithsonian to all the different museums. Just like history, you had never been overly fond of museums. You typically walked around for a little bit, never really reading the information, only enjoying the pictures.

It’s different with Steve. Just like how it was different writing the research paper with him. He makes everything interesting, telling you his own facts and stories. Especially once you get to his exhibit in the Air and Space Museum.

Once you arrive, he puts on a hat and ducks his head, trying not to bring attention to you both while on a date. You tease him a bit, swinging your linked hands as you walk in with a cheeky grin. He nudges you with his elbow, his own smile painted on his lips.

You can’t help but listen and hold onto his every word, as if you’d die if you forget a single sentence. The light in his eyes as he talks about his past, showing you the pictures and plaques excitedly. Like a child during show and tell, he’s practically skipping from exhibit to exhibit, dragging you along behind him.

Giggling at his elation, you eagerly, and with no resistance, let him take you through his story. “They keep updating it.” He explains as you leave the area with World War Two and the Howling Commandos, entering through a corridor with modern pictures of him and the Avengers. “Every couple years or so they call me and tell me they’re adding another thing.”

“Doesn’t that get annoying?” You wonder, reading a wall about the Battle of Manhattan with interest. “Your whole life being put on display for everyone to see?”

Steve shrugs. “I dunno. I’ve never really minded. They don’t put in personal things, so it’s not too bad. You could learn more from the internet about me.”

You nod, knowing how true that really was. “You’ve got a point. Still. It must be a bit weird being a national icon.”

“I’ll admit, people stopping me on the street is getting a little old. I used to wish to be someone who changed the world. Now I have and sometimes I wish I could be normal. But I wouldn’t change what I’ve done. Who I am. Not if people can learn from it. Not if I can keep people safe.”

Turning away from the wall to glance at Steve, who has his hands in his pockets studying the wall, you smile and tilt your head. “You’re a good man, Steve Rogers.”

He turns to you, his lips pulling up. “That’s all I hope for.” His voice is quiet, earnest, before it becomes lighter as he gestures back to the wall. “You know the first thing we did after winning was go out for shawarma? It was Tony’s idea.”

“No way.” You laugh. “All six of you?”

“Yeah! We go there for every Battle of Manhattan Anniversary, now. I’ll take you some time. It’s a nice place.”

“Is that a promise?”

He smirks at your teasing tone. “Absolutely.”

* * * * * * * *

After your museum hopping, he takes you to Arlington Cemetery to show you a few friends and fellow soldiers he met all those years ago. It’s such a personal intimate thing that he shares, and you think you shouldn’t be there to witness it, but he’s quick to reassure you that’s not the case. That he wouldn’t have anyone else by his side, listening to his stories.

By the time you get back to the city, it’s getting dark, so you two head out for dinner before Steve takes you up the Washington Monument to look at the city lights. He makes sure you have the top all to yourselves; there’s perks of being an Avenger - especially one of the leaders.

“Alright, alright.” Leaning on the rail, you turn to him with a smile. “So maybe history isn’t as bad as I originally thought.”

“Yeah? I convinced you, did I?”

You roll your eyes at his smirk, shoving his shoulder lightly. “Maybe a bit. But only when you’re telling it. You think there’s any way you could come to history with me?” You joke with a laugh, feeling yourself flush at the chuckle and grin he gives you.

“I wish I could, honey.” He spoke softly, running a thumb over your knuckles. “Unfortunately, I’ve got work to do. I’m heading back to New York tomorrow. I’ll be back on Friday, though. If you would want to-”

You beam and nod energetically. “I’d love to go out again, Stevie.”

Giving your hand a squeeze, he beams back. “Fantastic.” He looks back out to the window and gives a little sigh. “It’s gettin’ late and you’ve got class tomorrow.”

“Yeah. I should probably get going. Do you, I mean, would you mind walking me home?” You blink up at him through your lashes hopefully.

“Of course!” His eyes - which you found throughout the day weren’t entirely blue, but had some green hues to them - lit up as you two start towards the elevator. He tucks you under his strong arm, pulling you close. “You wanna get ice cream or something on the way?”

“You read my mind, Captain.”

* * * * * * * *

By the time you reach your door, you’ve both finished your ice cream and he’s telling yet another story while you laugh, once again swinging your linked hands.

When it comes time to say goodbye, you can’t help but wish your hand could stay in his for a while longer. Knowing that you’d be saying farewell, you hold on a bit tighter. “Pick me up on Friday?”

He nods, squeezing your hand before letting it go and brushing his fingertips along your cheek. “I’ll call you later too, alright, sweetheart?”

“Okay.” You agree eagerly. “You gonna kiss me goodnight now, soldier?”

“Yes, ma’am.” He chuckles softly, before gently grabbing your chin. Using his other hand, he pulls you closer by the waist, pressing his lips to yours. It’s soft and sweet and perfect, just like him, but it ends too quickly for your liking. He pulls back, nudging his nose against yours, and murmuring against your lips. “Sleep well.”

You smile, leaning your forehead against his. “Good night, Stevie.”

Stepping away, he lifts your knuckles to his lips. “G’night.”

You stop him before he could turn all the way. “Steve?” He pauses to look over his shoulder at you with an eyebrow raised. You have a question, and you can’t help but ask it, it having been on your mind for days. “Why’d you stop your run just to sit by me?”

“And leave a beautiful dame like yourself before I could get your name? I may be a super soldier, honey, but I’m still a man. Abyssinia Friday, Y/N.”

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shootthemessenger · 3 years

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i did things to you only lovers would do in the dark [b.d.h ; w.v.]

part 2 [ part 1 ]

billie dean howard x fem!reader x wilhemina venable

requested: something with billie dean howard (and/or wilhemina) where they are friends with reader parents? maybe reader and billie/mina get involved just for fun but they start to fall for each other and don't know what to do about it. Would love to read how they got together in the first place [anonymous]

disclaimer: sexual nature, strong language, significant age gap (all legal), teacher x student relationship

gifs belong to @clqrkkent , @thatsmypeach

It was Monday afternoon when you found yourself tracing soft circles against the wood of Wilhemina’s desk.

Through the dark lighting of her office you could very clearly see the picture of her and Billie across the room. It dawned on you that, despite the amount of time you had spent with Wilhemina in here, you rarely took time to examine the room.

The lighting was soft and dark, furniture bulky and taking up most space. Her spare cane occupied the spot in the corner, directly next to the one you had gifted her for her birthday last year. From your seat, you could see Wilhemina talking to another student. When she side-eyed you, your cheeks began to heat up. Her conversation ended just as quickly as it had began and she shuffled into the office with you.

She was silent for a moment until her voice cut through the air; “Can you tell me one thing you retained from my lesson today, darling?” She was already bordering on the edge of a lecture as you swallowed the lump in your throat; watching her settle back into her chair.

You stuttered for a moment, desperately trying to come up with some excuse that didn’t involve spilling your dirty secrets to her. Wilhemina raised a single hand to cut you off, “I don’t want to hear your pathetic babbling.” There was something about her voice that excited you.

“Sorry, Ms. Venable.” You finally managed to mumble out. She hummed in approval at your quick compliance. “If you’re not going to pay attention here, maybe we’ll have to find somewhere else for you to study.” She plucked a sticky note from her desk and began to scribble on it.

You panicked, “Ms. Venable, I promise I’ll start paying attention. I really can’t afford to drop this class. I need it.”

She let out a laugh and you almost had to question if there was a joke in the air that you had missed. You held your breath, watching as she motioned onto her lap for you. “Take a breath little one, I only meant we might have to organize a few after school study sessions.”

She passed you the note which now had her address written across it. A deep blush crept up your neck. “Yes, Ms. Venable.” She smiled softly at you, standing until she was face-to-face with you. “You’re so good for me, angel.”

Her finger pressed against the underside of your chin, forcing you to look at her. A shiver racked your body as her eyes softened subtly.

She leaned forward, pressing her lips softly to your own. You melted against her, savoring the feeling of her lips just as you did every day before leaving for work. Her fingers worked skillfully against the buttons of your blouse, expertly coaxing the buttons open.

You pulled away reluctantly, “Mina, I really would love to stay but I have to get to work.” You pouted as she examined your face for any sign that she had unintentionally crossed a line, when she was met with nothing but a genuinely apologetic look, she nodded softly and helped to straighten your shirt. “Of course, dear. We’ll finish this later.” She brushed her hand over your cheek

“I’ll see you tomorrow then?” She winked at the blush that spread across your face. You grinned, “Of course. And we’ll set up those study sessions ASAP.” A quick wink and bite to your lip was all it took for Wilhemina to soften significantly as you shuffled out of the room.

The elevator dinged as you stepped through the doors and straight into your office. The sound of your heels echoed sharply through the still air. You moved carefully to the mahogany desk and sighed to yourself as your bag slid off your shoulder and onto the too-big office chair.

It was dark, but the emptiness that consumed the space between the grey-colored walls during the weekend would soon be disturbed by your bustling business life during the week.

Pure light greeted you, just barely peaking out under the blackout curtains that covered the single glass wall behind you. With the click of a button, the curtain was rolling up into itself and revealing the space that was your office in the soft golden glow of the evening sun.

The beep of your desk phone called for your attention before your assistant’s voice rang through the office, “Miss y/l/n, there are two women here to see you?” Her voice dropped to a soft whisper as you could hear a very pointed discussion in the background, “and they’re really scary.” She mumbled into the phone.

You chuckled softly, pressing into the phone before speaking, “Thank you Natalie, send them up please and feel free to go grab dinner.”

It was silent on the other end before you could hear the motors of the elevator begin to whirl. You settled yourself on top of the desk, legs crossed at the ankle as used your hands to leverage yourself up.

The elevator sounded off once again as the doors rolled open, revealing the women to you.

Billie Dean stepped off first, black skirt hugging tightly at her hips and a loose, silk, pink blouse around her torso. Her face was hard, pointed and unreadable. A cigarette hung loosely from her lips before she put it out on the ashtray near the door.

She was quick to speak, “She’s new?” She pointed towards the elevator and you could have only assumed she was talking about your assistant. You nodded softly to which she simply said, “I don’t like her.”

Wilhemina followed closely behind her girlfriend, cane clicking in tune with Billie’s shoes. Her face was red, faintly matching the fiery color of her hair. “You should fire her.” She added before her eyes even had the chance to meet yours, coaxing a soft sigh from your lips.

“Yes she’s new but she’s a decent assistant. There’s no reason to have her fired, Mina.” She looked at you pointedly at the sound of the nickname in such a formal space.

“She’ll never get anything done around here. When she called you, I could hear the sex dripping from her voice like a desperate hooker.” Billie sounded nearly jealous, crossing her arms as her eyes narrowed.

“Are you jealous?” You questioned, eyebrow raising slightly. She chuckled, hitting down on her bottom lip. “What is there to be jealous of? Some blonde bimbo? No I’m not jealous. And if I was, you damn sure would be showed exactly who owned you.” She growled the last park, the usual cocky purr hidden deep within her voice.

You moved to change the subject, “Does my mother know either of you are stopping by?” You cleared your throat and slid off the desk, moving around to the other side before settling into the chair.

Billie’s eyes flicked over you as the ghost of a smirk leaked from her features, “You should know the answer to that question if we made it all the way to your office, sweetheart.”

You chuckled softly, shaking your head. “What brings the two of you by? It’s dangerous coming here, my father has been hanging around my office like a bum and my mothers nearly here every day to assure your show is running smoothly.” You sighed, adjusting the glasses against your face.

Billie began to beam as Wilhemina smiled, “We wanted to see what it was like for you here. I’ve never seen you outside of the classroom and Billie was curious to see if your office looked anything like your mother’s.” She carefully moved into the guest chair across from you, settling into it.

Billie moved beside you and pressed a kiss to your cheek, standing over your shoulder before her lips ghosted against your ear, “plus we wanted to see how sexy you looked at work.” She added cheekily, her laugh echoing softly through the office. She followed quickly with the feeling of her nails digging into your skin; her head hung against your shoulder so that her lips could work against the skin on your neck.

Wilhemina watched with dominant eyes darting between you, her girlfriend, and all of the above.

“Ms.Howard. That’s hardly appropriate.” You teased as she worked skillfully to mark your neck, turning slightly to press your lips to her jaw. She laughed under her breath, “And neither is bending you over this desk but I’d do it in a heartbeat?” She warned as her signature smirk spread across her lips.

Wilhemina cleared her throat, “multiple times.” She added with a cocky laugh. You rolled your eyes at their antics and bussied yourself from getting distracted with the two women by arranging things on your desk. “Is that supposed to be a threat? Because it sounds more like a treat.”

Wilhemina’s voice was much darker now, “I’d like to call it a reward, darling. Do you deserve to be rewarded?”

The shiver that rolled through your body was evident as both women’s eyes burning holes into you, you did all you could to hold yourself up under the pressure of their gazes.

“I’d like to think so.” You finally managed to muster up, eyes locking with Wilhemina’s darker ones. She gave you a chuckle that rumbled deep within her chest, “Oh, she thinks.” Her tongue peaked out to wet her lips.

You lived for the moments when Wilhemina was so turned on by the sight of you that she was nearly seething with lust. When her voice was low and fueled with anger. It sent a thrill that tickled your spine.

“That’s not good enough, is it Ms. Venable?” Billie slithered her hands into your hair, tugging your head back to look at her. “Here’s what we’ll do to make you know, sweetheart.” She glanced at Wilhemina before her eyes met yours once more.

“Tonight at 9:00 you will meet us at our place. You’ll wear absolutely nothing but the black lace set I gave you yesterday and the coat hanging in your office. Do you understand?”

You swallowed thickly, nodding obediently as your eyes didn’t dare to break contact with hers. Her face broke out in a smirk as Wilhemina’s voice sounded, “Good girl.”

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mionemymind · 3 years

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Do I owe her the truth?

Summary: (Hermione x Gender Neutral Reader) Should Y/n tell the truth to Hermione no matter the consequences?

Words: 5223

A/N: Let me know what y’all think. I’m sorry I having been writing a lot but I figured you deserve something for waiting for so long. Thank you for being patient. You all are the best!!

According to the great philosopher Kant, one must always do the nature of the good principle regardless of the outcome. Simply put, even if a killer was knocking on the door and asking for your friend, you must answer with the truth of their location. Although a lot argue over philosophies, Y/n simply minded their business. They figured that they have their whole life to sort out what good things they must do and bad things they must keep away. However, a bright witch among their age, made them question every single good and bad thing they had sorted out in life. Because on the very most important day of Hermione’s life, Y/n pondered the question, “Do I owe her the truth?”

The story starts out small like any simple home. You must start with a bit of foundation and the right material for it to be built. So, when Y/n transferred from Ilvermorny to Hogwarts, the very first student they were introduced to was Hermione Granger.

Walking around the halls, Y/n found themselves slightly amazed at the walls of the castle. From the decorations, to the hallways, its scenery, and even its people were more amazing than of Ilvermorny. “Right this way.” Professor McGonagall led the young sorcerer to the very Great Albus Dumbledore. Y/n had only read of the magnificent things Professor Dumbledore has done for the wizarding world and was only slightly scared to meet her current headmaster. While opening the vastly large door, Y/n slowly followed Professor McGonagall in. At the sound of the doors opening, a booming but soft voice uttered, “Ah there you are! Do come sit.” Walking up the stairs, Y/n sat at the seat in front of his desk. Sweaty palms and nervous thoughts clouded their mind. “It is a great pleasure to welcome you to Hogwarts. I know you must be eager to survey the school so I will make this brief.” With a slight pause, Dumbledore had signaled for McGonagall to leave. “As a long-standing tradition of Hogwarts, let me first assign you your house.” Quickly, a hat that looked as if it lived through many ages, was placed on Y/n’s head. “Fierce loyalty like no other to those she cares about why you must be HUFFLEPUFF!”

The hat was taken off as quickly as it was placed. Soon, a new attire was placed on her lap. “Here is your new schedule that corresponds with what you should be learning now. I took great liberty to consult with your headmaster about your curriculum. They talk highly about you in regards to your academics and wizarding abilities.” Y/n blushed at the sound of the compliment. They weren’t used to the praise given to them. “To make sure you are consistently tested, I made sure to put you in classes with one of the brightest witches of your age – ah and here she is.” Y/n turned around and suddenly timed slowed down. A girl with red and black robes entered the room as if she already owned it. It was the confidence that surrounded her aura the most, but Y/n had noticed more of the beauty that she shows.

“This young witch is Hermione Granger.” Leaping to their feet, Y/n stood up to shake Hermione’s hand. “Y/n Y/l/n.” Hermione gave a small smile and sat next to Y/n as Dumbledore had briefly explained the rules of the school. “Ah – I believe that takes care of everything. Ms. Granger please give our newest student a welcoming tour around the school. I have already informed your teachers of your absence. If you have any questions, please feel free to ask. Other than that, welcome to Hogwarts.”

The two young students left the office and went to the nearest bathroom. While Y/n changed to their new robes, Hermione had fiddled with her hands. “Not to intrude, but you must be extremely smart.” Y/n was buttoning their shirt when Hermione had answered the question. Good thing she couldn’t see them otherwise Hermione would have seen how red Y/n turned. Scratching their neck, Y/n replied, “I guess you could say that.”

“Oh, it’s not a guess rather a fact. You happen to have been put with some of the most difficult classes Hogwarts can currently offer for our year. That’s not something every new student experiences.” It was the way Hermione had said it as a matter of fact that made Y/n blush more. Exiting the stall, Hermione turned around and saw that they had their tie around their neck. “Need help?” Hermione said while pointing at their tie.

Once again Y/n blushed and nodded. Hermione was quick to get close to Y/n and started to tie their tie. “I do have to warn you though. There’s not a lot of competition when it comes to academics in Hogwarts. Don’t get me wrong, there is certain bright students, but none seem to come close.” Tightening the tie, Hermione looked into Y/n eyes. It was the first time she noticed how deep they looked. Regardless of their color, they were enchanting as well. “However, you seem to be my closest competition. So, I will have to take every chance I can get to beat you.” Y/n chuckled at the bright young witch in front of them. Hermione backed away after realized how close they were and cleared her throat. “Don’t take it as a laughing matter. Academics are truly important to me.”

Y/n had put their hands up in defense. “Don’t worry…I just find it funny that you think it’s going to be easy to compete with me.” Y/n smirked at their come back. If you were to ask where the hell that confidence came from, don’t bother. Y/n doesn’t know the answer either. With a similar smirk, Hermione said, “You and I are going to be great together.”

The story continues as the home is built. The next few things needed are the walls and roof.

It was the summer after their third year when Hermione, Harry, and Y/n had spent the summer at the Burrow. Ron had almost forgotten to invite Y/n when Ginny saved the day. The three of showed up at the house all dropping in one by one. Y/n was the last one to drop in, showing up during dinner time. Slowly walking in with trunk in hand, Y/n was met with the sound of their name echoing through the house. Ginny was the first to notice Y/n’s presence and loudly yelled, “Y/n!” Ginny quickly gave Y/n a hug when the echoes came from up the stairs.

“Did someone say Y/n?” George asked.

“Y/n?”

“Are they here?”

“Y/n’s here?!”

Hermione was the last one to ask when a stampede of people came running down the stairs. “Y/n!” One by one, they all started a group hug with Y/n in the middle. “Guys, I can’t breathe.” They all broke apart allowing Y/n to regain air, but was cut off when Molly came swooping in. “Oh, hello dear. I was beginning to worry that you couldn’t make it – are you hungry? You must be starving. I cooked your favorite.” Molly was quick to ramble on and on when Fred had pried the two apart. “Mum, I think Y/n needs oxygen. We’ll go ahead and start setting up the table.”

Molly slightly blushed and smiled at Y/n. “I’m glad that you’re here Y/n. Now come on people, dinner won’t serve itself.” The group was quick to help around the house, working like a well-oiled machine. Soon, everyone was sitting down at the table enjoying their home cooked meal. Y/n was sitting smack dab in the middle between Ginny and Hermione. Across from them were the boys.

Over the course of dinner, plenty of topics arose such as school, quidditch, muggles (only because Arthur can’t get enough), and more. The boys plus Ginny and Y/n couldn’t stop talking about the upcoming Quidditch World Cup. Hermione butted in about how glad she was that summer finally came. It was especially hard on the girl considering her tight schedule.

After dinner came the night. The house was quiet as the guests separated to their assigned rooms. It just so happens that Hermione and Y/n were assigned Charlie’s old room. If it weren’t for the dragon paraphernalia, Charlie’s room was actually quite neat and well organized. “Going to take a gander but I think Charlie really likes dragons.” Hermione snorted at Y/n’s obviously sarcastic comment. “Oh really? Could’ve mistaken me, I thought he was a quidditch fan.” Jokes aside, the two changed into their sleeping garments and went to bed.

Well Hermione went to bed while Y/n stared at the ceiling deep in thought. It was not until the moon was shining brightly through the window that Y/n realized how late it was. Considering the time, they tried to sleep but failed miserably. After giving up, Y/n laid on their side and faced towards Hermione. Seeing as the young wizard had already spent too much time alone with their thoughts, Y/n poked Hermione’s face until she was awake.

“Hermione. Psssst. Hermione” Y/n whispered as they poked her. “Hermione. Psst.” At the feeling of someone poking her, Hermione swatted their hand away. Seeing Hermione with an annoyed sleeping face was funny to Y/n but being alone sucked more. “Hermione, are you awake?” Suddenly, Hermione’s eyes opened; it was like a fierce dragon was staring into your soul. She looked mad at the fact someone woke her up from her slumber. “What Y/n?”

With an innocent smile, Y/n looked at Hermione and said, “Wanna tell secrets?” Hermione rolled her eyes and faced the opposite way of Y/n. “Go to sleep Y/n. We have to wake up early soon.” Y/n groaned at Hermione’s words. She was right, of course, but Y/n couldn’t go to sleep. Night was always the hardest.

“Come on Hermione.” Y/n received no response from the girl. Only a silent shoulder. Laying on her back and hands behind their head, Y/n looked at the ceiling. “Ya know, I know your secret…at least one of them.” Y/n glanced at Hermione and she still was facing away. “Or maybe two of them. Well, it’s the same secret, it just so happens that two Hermiones happen to share them.” Hermione quickly shot up and faced towards Y/n to see them smirking. “It’s not that hard to tell that a bright witch like you can’t be in two classes at once, but somehow you were.” Hermione grabbed her pillow and proceeded to hit Y/n with it. “Don’t you dare tell a soul Y/n Y/l/n. I won’t be afraid to hex you.”

Y/n grabbed the pillow and threw it back at the witch, making sure to aim at her face. “Well maybe next time, try not to be in two places at once. It sure threw me off when I had to drop off a note for the Professor only to have found you in a different class. And after I returned, you were still at the same spot I left you.”

“Unbelievable. I knew I should have volunteered to do that, but you just had to be faster than me.” Hermione rolled her eyes and sat up against the bed frame. Y/n followed suit and did the same thing. There was still an obvious smirk on their face. After a couple minutes, the silence broke. “Well, are you going to tell me your secret since you exposed mine?”

“Well Ms. Grainger lets see what secret you get to hear today.” Pondering for a moment, Y/n tried to think of information that no one knew, something of equivalently as important such as time traveling. “I got it! However, you have to promise me that you won’t tell a soul not even Crookshanks.” Y/n held out their hand with only their pinky in the air. Hermione looked them in the eye as she said, “I promise.” They locked pinkies as Y/n said, “I think I like girls.”

Hermione blinked for a couple seconds which only led devasting thoughts in Y/n’s mind. It didn’t take long, but she responded with, “Oh for Merlin’s sake. If you’re going to tell me a secret Y/n, at least make it to something that isn’t so painfully obvious.”

Hermione broke the gaze as Y/n stared in disbelief. “Don’t look so surprised. Just as you said, maybe next time try not to be caught staring at every single girl in Hogwarts.”

Gulping down their fear, Y/n said, “You don’t mind?” Hermione shook her head. “Nope. Not one single bit. You’re still the same, just love who you love except for racists and he who shall not be named. Well there’s a list. As long as they’re not genuinely bad people and you can see them joining SPEW, then I approve.”

Y/n looked at the girl beside her in amazement and wonder. They continued the conversation as the night grew, telling even more daring secrets as the previous. But one secret did remain with Y/n that night, it was their everlasting crush on Hermione Jean Granger.

The second to last thing a home needs is the spark to light the fireplace as well as the furniture. That way the home can feel as warm and as safe to those that harbor in it.

It was a winter wonderland at Hogwarts. Students were preparing to travel back home to their respective families. However, a group of students decided to spend the last weekend at Hogsmeade before leaving the next day. Right now, they had crowed the room at The Three Broomsticks with laughter, joy, and happy memories. The air was filled with a different type of warmth, one that felt safe and even like a second home. Everyone was talking so loudly within small groups, it was hard to even feel alone. Ginny and Y/n were standing near the fire talking when Fred had grabbed the attention of the room. “Everyone. Everyone. I propose a game. Let’s do a simple muggle game called truth or dare.” Everyone in the group oood as they knew where this was going to lead. They would start with a couple truths before someone breaks the ice with a good dare. Typically, the twins were the ones to propose the dare, but not a lot could compete. “Whoever cannot complete the truth or dare shall lose. Completion allows you to stay,” George had added.

The group sat in a tight makeshift circle that almost took up all the chairs and tables provided. “I’ll start. Harry, who was the last person you snogged?” All eyes were now on the chosen one. Everyone could see his nervousness, but everyone knew he would never want to be the first one out. “Draco.” Certain eyes went wide, but Y/n simply went unphased since she somewhat caught the two making out in between classes. “No questions. Neville, is your crush in this room?” Neville immediately turned red at the question and was the first one to back out. There were small boos mainly coming from the twins. “Since Neville backed out, lets go with the person to his right, Ron. Is your crush in this room?” Ron had the same reaction as Neville but had looked at the ceiling to refrain from giving away his crush. “Yes.” Everyone looked among each other trying to figure out who it could possibly be. “Don’t even try asking who it is. Ginny since you’re bloody enjoying this, did you and Y/n ever snog?” Y/n and Ginny both went wide eyed causing the group to lean a little bit closer to the two. What added more was at how everyone knew how close the two were. Not wanting to entirely answer the question, Ginny backed out the circle causing more booing from the crowd. “What a buzzkill. However, lets just ask the second-best person. Well Y/n, have you snogged my sister?”

Y/n looked at the crowded but had kept glancing towards Hermione. Although it was a simple question, Y/n hadn’t wanted to entirely answer it. You see, Ginny and Y/n did kiss before, but it was an accident. There was a bump, a stumble, then a fall, and then an accident kiss. It didn’t mean anything to the two of them, plus Y/n felt like her heart might’ve been for somewhere. So, Y/n had followed Ginny in the same manner and backed out the circle. “Oh bloody hell! You two have a knack to keep this stupid mystery alive.” They both rolled their eyes at Ron and watched the game continue. What Y/n failed to realize was how affected a certain witch was at their answer.

The game dwindled down until there was three left and unironically it was the golden trio that had made it this far. It was a little surprising for Y/n that Hermione had made it this far. Majority of the time, Hermione would be among the first to decline doing a truth or dare. “I’m sorry Hermione, but I must win. So, I dare you to kiss Ron.” It was something about the dare that made Y/n’s stomach turn. Their mood soured so quickly that they almost felt sick. Slightly tapping Ginny’s back, Y/n whispered in her ear, “Hey, I’m gonna head outside real quick. I don’t feel so good.” Ginny gave a concerned look. She was going to say something back, but Y/n was already out the door with their hand clutching their stomach.

Besides Ginny, Hermione was the only other person that noticed Y/n had left. In her line of sight, she saw past Ron and briefly seen them leave in distress. The deafening chants of “Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!” didn’t register with her. The only thing running through Hermione’s mind was Y/n. “I’m sorry, I can’t do this dare guys.” Quickly getting out the circle, the chants stopped, and the game continued to declare the winner. Hermione excused herself and made her way outside. She made sure to grab hers and Y/n’s coat. “What an idiot. It’s freezing cold out there.”

Stepping out the tavern, Hermione saw various witches and wizards pass by. Some she knew and some she didn’t. Walking further out, Hermione grew frustrated after not quickly finding her friend. “Where the hell are you?” Walking around further, she saw an outline of a person. Clearly, they had no coat on with how much they were shivering. Hermione walked closer to the figure and realized it was Y/n. “For someone so bloody smart, you are such an idiot.” Hermione accidentally wrapped her own coat around Y/n. She didn’t realize she had instinctively put on her best friend’s coat. Y/n chuckled, but it was cut short due to the freezing weather. Hermione sat down beside them and focused on the view in front of them. There was a small silence between the two as they had people watched. Hermione almost forgot why she even went outside in the first place. She shook her head remembering her thought, “Are you okay? I saw you leave in a hurry.”

Y/n glanced at Hermione, giving her a sheepish smile. “Yeah, I think my stomach was just feeling off. I went outside to get better air.” Hermione looked in their eyes and was quick to call bullshit. “Better air? It’s absolutely freezing out here. Even Merlin themselves wouldn’t want to be outside this weather. So why don’t you tell me the real truth? And if you lie Y/n, I will not hesitate to read your mind.” Y/n gulped at the sound of her threat. They glanced back out into the view in front of them. Taking a deep breath, Y/n nervously replied with, “During your dare, I suddenly felt…sick…I don’t know why but my stomach felt so knotty and I felt like I couldn’t breathe. So, I left.” Y/n glanced back at Hermione and immediately noticed the look on her face. It was intense and serious. Suddenly, something in the air felt different. It was getting hotter and hotter regardless of the snow falling around them.

“Can I kiss you?” Hermione asked in such a small whisper. A lump appeared in Y/n’s throat. They didn’t know what to quite say. They never really thought about what their feelings meant towards Hermione, but then again, everyone practically knew that Y/n and Hermione were in love with each other. Y/n just happened to be the biggest dumbass when it comes to realizing their feelings for others. But here Y/n was. They weren’t answering the question, but felt themselves leaning in. The two closed their eyes and was slowly leaning in. Hermione felt her heart beating so fast that she was certain it would explode, but she didn’t care. She knew that for so long, she wanted this.

However…the moment never arrived. It was cut off from a distant yell, “Y/n!” The two quickly separated and looked at different directions. Suddenly Hermione took it a step further and slightly moved away from Y/n. “There you are – I’ve been looking every where for you!” Ginny jogged up to the duo, noting the awkward tension that emerged. “We have to go back to the castle, I’ll explain on the way.” The red head dragged away her best friend while giving a small nod towards Hermione.

When they were far enough and half way towards the castle, Ginny explained the dire situation. “It’s your parents Y/n, you have to go home. An owl was sent towards the tavern. Here, you’re going to want to read this.” Ginny handed Y/n the letter. After reading it, Y/n’s stomach dropped. “I have to get home.” Ginny sent them a look. “Clearly dumbass. Come on, let’s get your stuff.” It was eerie quiet between the two since the situation had escalated. Y/n’s parents were in trouble and needed Y/n’s help.

Back at Hogsmeade, Hermione didn’t quite know what to feel. She was so close to kissing her crush, but Ginny just had to ruin the moment. The same person she was somewhat certain had Y/n’s heart. Asking the younger lad to kiss her took all the courage Hermione had, and here she was slightly heartbroken that she was gone. So deep in thought, Hermione didn’t notice Ron sit next to her until he said something. “Hey.”

“I need you to explain to Hermione that I’m sorry.” Ginny sighed. She slightly felt guilty for ruining the moment, but time was precious and something Y/n very much needed now. “I know you saw what was going to happen, but I don’t even know what I was doing.” Closing their trunk, Y/n stood up and looked at Ginny. “I do know that I also need to realize what I feel for Hermione. For a lot of my life, I thought I just had a deep love for her. I guess now it might be even deeper.” Ginny walked up and gave Y/n a bone chilling hug.

“I’ll try my best, but she’s definitely going to want to hear it from you.” They separated. Y/n saw the tears forming in Ginny’s eyes. “I’m going to bloody miss you. Please be safe in America and you better send me an owl at least once every two weeks.” Y/n gave Ginny and small salute and crossed their heart.

“I will Ginny. Besides, I need you to deliver all the letters I write for Hermione. I really gotta figure this out.” With one last hug and a small punch to Y/n’s shoulder, the young student left Hogwarts on to the next ride to America. The letter was still clutched in her hand and in it was detailed the long passage of how to save Y/n’s parents from the very people chasing after them. Y/n didn’t quite know how long it was going to take to save their parents, but they could only hope Hermione could understand. “Please wait for me.” Y/n whispered to Hermione in particular, but the younger witch didn’t hear those words. Instead, Hermione heard comforting words from a different red head.

The last thing a home needs is the very people that should live in it. It needs family, friends, and most certainly you and me.

Y/n stood, pacing around the bathroom. They knew time was running out, it was now or never. “Why? Why? Why? Why?” Y/n stood still and pinched the bridge of their nose. Eyes closed, Y/n pondered more and more about all of the things they didn’t do. How could they have let this go on for this long? Why did they let it go on for this long? Deep in thought, Y/n didn’t notice a certain ginger walk into the bathroom. “Y/n, what in the bloody hell are you doing there? Hermione has been calling you and quite worried sick. If it wasn’t her big day, I would have already knocked you out you big prat.”

Y/n glanced at the second most important person of her life. With a heavy sigh, Y/n slid down the wall. Their knees were propped, hands in their face, and heart in their throat. “I don’t know what to do anymore Ginny.” Ginny pursed her lips and looked back out the door, making sure the coast was clear, before locking the door. She laid her small bouquet of flowers on the sink and sat down near Y/n while trying not to mess up her dress.

“Although I love my idiot brother with all my heart…I somehow love you more.” They sat there together knowing where this was going. “I can’t do it Ginny. I really can’t sit there without feeling like my world is crashing apart right in front of my eyes…The worst thing about it is, I can only blame myself for letting it go this long.”

Ginny rested her head on her best friend’s shoulder. She didn’t quite know what to say anymore. Offering her presence and her ear was the only thing left. “I-I-I spent so long in other countries to try and find my parents while trying to find myself. To try and figure out what I feel for her and by the time I have, she’s already engaged to another…And it’s my stupid fucking fault for ever thinking Hermione would wait. I mean why would she? If some other bloke can already provide her happiness, why should she wait for me? For…us?” Y/n hadn’t realized they were crying until their hands suddenly felt wet. “It’s sad, isn’t it?” Y/n said as they wiped their tears. “What is?”

“Knowing I am my own cause for my sadness. I mean who I am to blame Hermione. The girl was only doing what Aristotle says. Because as he said, we all want to be selfishly happy.” Sighing in defeat, Y/n got up and dusted off their attire. Lending their hand out, Ginny got up and did the same manner. “How much time do I got?”

Ginny looked at the clock in the bathroom. “You have five minutes before she needs to be walking down the isle.” With a small smile, Y/n kissed Ginny forehead and said a small goodbye. The two were only going to part ways for merely a bit. After all, Ginny is Y/n’s second-best friend. But here was Y/n, jogging to the very person that was going to forever have their heart.

Standing outside the bride’s room, Y/n silently prayed and opened the door. There she was in all her glory, the bride to be, the love of her life, the Hermione Granger. However, the brunette herself wasn’t feeling so great. With all the stress of wanting the wedding to be perfect, it wasn’t helping that her very best friend was mysteriously disappearing all the time without a single word. She looked up and sighed once she saw who it was. Picking up her dress, Hermione strutted to Y/n as they closed the door behind them. “Do you have any clue how worried sick I have been?”

“I-” With a single motion of Hermione’s hand, Y/n remained silent. “And anytime I happen to need my best friend to calm me down, they’re nowhere in sight. What is wrong with you? This is my special day Y/n and you haven’t been as great of a friend as you should be. So please, enlighten me where have you been running off to that’s sooo important that you need to leave me?” It was those piercing eyes that made Y/n’s heart melt over and over again. It’s those very same eyes that could practically melt the iceberg that hit the titanic. And it’s those eyes that makes Y/n’s world spin again.

“I…I can’t be your friend Hermione.” Y/n’s voice was so soft and so delicate, Hermione almost questioned if her ears were playing tricks. “What are you bloody saying? You’re not making any sense.” And all the remaining courage Y/n could muster up, they held her hands, looked her in the eyes and said, “When I was gone, I learned of this great philosopher named Kant-” “What does this have to-” Hermione saw the silently begging eyes in front of her and shut her mouth. This was serious and she wasn’t quite sure if she was ready for it.

“He always focused on good principles and always asked about the before of the action. Generally, he believed others should necessarily treat people how they want to be treated. So, a short example is that one should never lie under any circumstances. It does not matter the outcome, but it is simply something you must do. And although I’ve never really believed in absolute, I’ve been asking myself if I should tell the truth. And if people actually deserve to know the truth. So while I thought about it and asked, well what if they deserve the truth, should I still tell them regardless of the outcome? Although I thought I knew a lot of the world, it turns out I only know two things. One is that you deserve to know the absolute truth Hermione and the second is…you are the lie I repeat at night. Because every night I tell I love you, the truth is…I am so in love with you Hermione.”

The world went silent for Hermione. Not even a single pin drop could break the silence for her. Here she was still holding her best friend’s hands as they had just admitted that they were in love with her. “And I’m so sorry Hermione that today of all days was when I told you. I know I had my chances in the letters I sent but I must be honest now because you still deserve the absolute truth. And I’m running out of words to say, because it would be too selfish of me to convince you to run away. So I offer my congratulations Hermione, but I must still run. For then maybe in the blur of life, I can see a small fragment where there could have been you and I.” Y/n kissed Hermione’s forehead as tears may their way down. Letting go of Hermione, Y/n silently walked out the room without turning back because if they had, they would have broken down.

So, while Y/n told Hermione the truth directly. Hermione stood still at the alter with someone who she is most positively certain she loves pondering the very question, “Do I run after the truth?”

#hermione x reader #hermione granger x reader #Hermione Granger Imagines #hermione granger imagine #Hermione Granger

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bellafarallones2 · 3 years

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From the meet uglies prompt list:

84. I’m not entirely sure who you are but we’ve been in a massive prank war ever since your first prank on your friend went awry and I was covered in paint

For JakeHollis, please? Sfw or nsfw! This screams them to me!

JakeHollis, SFW, very light angst, some absolutely weird vibes! QueerElfClub's Hollis cosplay is my headcanon for them always and forever

All told, Jake’s first day at Kepler High hadn’t been too bad. Barclay and Dani had told him roughly what to expect, including a rapid rundown of the Earth history he’d be looked at strangely for not knowing. So far, math was his favorite class, because it was the same as on Silvain. Mama had gotten him into something called AP BC Calculus, which seemed like far too many acronyms for a class about shapes. His next most favorite class was PE.

Now it was almost three, and the final bell had rung. Packing up his backpack had taken so much time that the hallways were mostly empty, and he wandered idly, looking for the exit. Barclay was supposed to be picking him up somewhere called the “kiss and ride,” though Jake had been assured kissing was not mandatory. No signs pointed the way, and Jake knew better than to ask someone for directions. Teenagers were the same everywhere.

He found himself in a wing of the school none of his classes had been in, passing rooms labeled ORCHESTRA and BAND and COLOR GUARD EQUIPMENT STORAGE. The sound of music came through the walls.

Finally, though - miracle of miracles! - he saw the light of day, and hurried towards the door it was coming from. The door was even cracked open, and Jake pushed it open the rest of the way and stepped out onto the sidewalk.

Something hit his head.

Something that made a klang noise against his skull, and he thought for a moment his head had cracked - he didn’t know how fragile these disguises were - but no, there was something else dripping through his hair and down his face and down all over his new colorful jacket. He looked down. It was white and foul-smelling, and when he blinked his eyelashes clumped and stuck together.

Jake was fairly certain neither Dani nor Barclay had mentioned this. He could barely see, just the edges of a person saying oh fuck, I’m so sorry, I thought you were Keith, and tugging him back into the school, which was not at all where he wanted to go.

“Let’s get you cleaned up,” the voice said, and Jake found himself in a restroom, without even the time to make sure it was the correct one - he needed to be in one called BOYS or MEN, or the one with a little outline of a person without a skirt. or GENTLEMEN. (Barclay knew a long list of things he’d seen printed on bathroom doors.)

But here he was, and he bent to the sink to wash his face and came up dripping. Then he repeated the introduction he’d given so many times already today.

“I’m Jake,” he said. “Dani’s brother.” (People knew Dani; she’d graduated only two years earlier. He told teachers he was Barclay’s brother. Barclay was a little older, but a better student than Dani had been.)

“Oh,” said the person. “I think I had an art class with her. I’m Hollis.”

“Nice to meet you.”

Hollis had curly black hair and brown skin, and the sleeves of their shirt were tattered like they’d been cut off and not hemmed afterwards. When they rubbed at the stuff on Jake’s sleeve with a wet paper towel he could see the fine line of muscle beneath the skin in their arm.

Jake took a deep breath. “Do you think you could point me towards the kiss and ride?”

By the time Jake climbed into Barclay’s truck, he was as clean as one could get with hand soap and paper towels.

“How was your first day?” said Barclay, tactfully not saying anything about the paint.

“Fine. I’m really glad you and Dani told me so much about what to expect. But when I was trying to find my way out at the end of the day a bucket of paint fell on my head.”

“Oh, dear.”

“Someone helped me clean up, though. Their name’s Hollis. I think we’re friends now?”

“Well, that’s nice.”

“One girl in my homeroom brought in brownies to share with everybody because it was her birthday. Are you allowed to do that even if it’s not your birthday?”

“I don’t see why not.”

“Can I bring in cupcakes tomorrow? The ones you make are really good and I think people would like me if I gave them some.”

Barclay looked over at him, drumming his fingers on the steering wheel. “Alright,” he said. “I’ll make you some cupcakes.”

The cupcakes were gorgeous. Each was as the platonic ideal of what a cupcake should be, the cupcake held before the fire to cast a shadow in Plato’s confectionary cave. The cake part was delicate and moist and yellow, and the frosting was pink, dusted with rainbow sprinkles.

“Oh,” said Jake’s homeroom teacher when she saw him come in carrying the lovingly packed tray. Barclay had put crumpled saran wrap between each cupcake so they wouldn’t knock into each other. “Is it your birthday, Jake?”

“Nope! But I brought cupcakes for everyone.”

“Alright,” said the teacher. “You can start passing them out now, if you’d like.”

Jake held out the tray to each person in the first few rows in turn, receiving varyingly sincere ‘thank you’s in return. But sitting in the back corner by the window was Hollis, and when Jake got to them, he didn’t hold out the tray. No, he selected the most perfect cupcake there was, cupped its soft bottom, and shoved the perfect pink frosting into Hollis’ perfect face.

“Oops,” Jake said sweetly.

“Jake!” said the teacher. “What do you think you’re doing!?”

But Hollis was already laughing, wiping pink frosting off their face and licking it off their fingers. “It’s fine, Ms. B., we’re in a prank war.”

“Well, please refrain from waging it in my classroom!”

“I’m sorry,” said Jake. He’d never heard the phrase prank war before, but the word war he didn’t like at all. War was the slowly narrowing boundaries of habitable land, war was an enemy that was somehow both inuman and implacably angry.

The boy sitting to Hollis’ left was looking up at Jake with something like shock and anger in his face. Looking away, Jake held out the plate of cupcakes to him so he could select his own.

Jake still had trouble finding the cafeteria, and so most of the students were seated when he arrived. He was scanning looking for a seat where he wouldn’t be intruding on someone else’s friend group when Hollis’ waving hand caught his attention. “Yo, Jake! Come sit with us?”

Jake hurried over. Before he reached the table Hollis elbowed the boy who was sitting next to them, the same one who’d been next to them in homeroom, and he scooted hurriedly over into the next seat so Jake could sit next to Hollis.

“Hello,” Jake said, nodding at each person at the table.

“This is Jake,” said Hollis. “He got me good in homeroom with a cupcake to the face.”

The others at the table laughed.

“Jake, this is Keith, Madison, and Ty,” Hollis continued, indicating the boy who’d been displaced, a girl with purple streaks in her long brown hair, and a boy with a mullet.

“Nice to meet you,” said Jake. He listened to them talk as he unpacked the lunch Barclay had packed him. A sandwich on part of a baguette, a chocolate-chip cookie, a honeycrisp apple (Jake had just been on earth long enough to have opinions about the different varieties of apples), and a note reminding him that Barclay loved him and wanted him to have a good day.

His tablemates were discussing what they were going to do over the weekend. Ty suggested going to Walmart, which was shot down on the grounds that they’d done that last weekend. No one’s parents were out of town, which eliminated the possibility of a house party.

“There’s nothing to do,” Madison whined.

“Can you drive places?” Jake asked.

Everyone went quiet. “Yep,” said Hollis. “When Madison’s parents let her use the car.”

It was Jake’s first autumn on earth, and from his bedroom window on the second floor of Amnesty Lodge he could see the leaves changing colors, red and orange and yellow between the bristles of the evergreens. “You could drive around and look at leaves. I’d like to come along, if that’s alright.”

Everyone was silent, deciding whether that was the lamest thing they’d ever heard or so lame it went straight through the other side into being kind of a good idea again.

“Fuck it,” said Hollis finally. “Let’s do it. And of course you’re invited, Jake, let me add you to the group chat.”

That Saturday, a silver Honda pulled up in front of Amnesty Lodge. Madison was at the wheel, Ty in the front passenger seat, and Keith sulking in the back. Behind it was a sleek motorcycle, and the rider’s helmet reflected the autumn leaves above.

Hollis pulled off their helmet. Their hair was disheveled and gorgeous. “If it was five of us in the car someone would have had to sit in the middle back, and that sucks,” they said. “Hop on, Jake.” They were holding out a second helmet.

“Um,” said Jake, offering them a bottle of sparkling cider with gold foil around the neck. “I brought something for us to drink?” The agreement had been that they would drive to one of the pull-off spots along the highway and have drinks there.

“Sweet,” said Hollis. “Put it in the back of the car?”

When Jake opened the back door of the car he saw a case of white claw on the seat next to Keith. “Was I supposed to bring alcohol?” Jake said. “I could have.” There was wine at the lodge; sometimes on the weekends Mama and Barclay went wine-tasting together, because Dani’s ID said she wasn’t old enough.

“No, Jake, you’re fine,” Hollis said. “Climb on.”

Jake fit the helmet over his head and climbed onto the smooth leather seat of the motorcycle behind Hollis. “Hold on tight,” said Hollis.

The motorcycle roared to life like one of Silvain’s larger beasts. Then it leaped forward, swerving hard to veer around Madison’s parents’ car. Jake swallowed a shriek and held on tighter. He could no longer feel the soft fabric of Hollis’s shirt, only the beast beneath them and the wind tearing at their jackets and the red, orange, and yellow leaves racing by above.

By the time they reached the appointed meeting place the others weren’t even in sight.

“So,” said Hollis when they pulled their helmet off. “What brings you to Kepler?”

Jake knew how to lie, when presented with questions like this. But with Hollis they found they didn’t want to. “I got kicked out of my old school.”

Hollis’s eyebrows went up.

“For… stealing.” Stealing food, because his family’s traditional hunting grounds had been corrupted by the Quell, and everyone else had barely enough for themselves. The huge mounds of apples in the grocery store in Kepler were the first thing to convince him he’d been exiled to paradise.

“Damn, Jake. And here I thought you were so wholesome.”

Jake threw up a hang-ten. “Nah, I’m a real bad boy.”

“Are you… with anyone? From your old school?”

“Nope. Are you?”

“Nah.” Hollis took a deep breath. It was the first time Jake had noticed them breathing. Human beings had to breathe so frequently, he’d found, and he sometimes forgot to until his lungs reminded him. His old body had been able to hold its breath for over an hour, collapsing his lungs so he was sleekness against the water inside and out. Incompressible.

“Wanna make out?” said Hollis.

“Yeah,” said Jake.

Hollis leaned in and kissed him. The best part was how warm their lips were, how warm their face was, right up close to his. No, scratch that. The best part was how they smelled, a smell Jake hadn’t encountered on earth up to that point but knew now he could never get enough of. No, the best part was -

Tires on gravel. Jake startled, but Hollis didn’t stop kissing him, even as Madison honked the horn on her parents’ car.

To Jake, that was the most surprising thing, that Hollis would want to kiss him in front of their friends. Teenagers were the same everywhere.

#jakehollis #taz hollis #jake coolice #taz barclay #taz keith

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itsallaboutzayn · 3 years

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Vminkook - Detention (Explicit)

Teacher Taehyung having always the same two students (Jimin and Jungkook) in his detention classes.

Please have these outfits in mind.

The same two boys would always do something to end up in detention after school. The teacher already knew them and, at the end of the day, he knew he'd find them in his detention class.

He thought both boys were sexy, he always liked the bad boy style, but he didn't want to admit that he liked and felt attracted to those two more than he should.

On the other hand, the two boys knew that the teacher felt attracted to them and that's why they would always do something to end up in detention and somehow tease the teacher, who they found was handsome and very hot.

The teacher was already in the classroom when the students knocked on the door. He was looking out the window and turned around when he heard them. He was wearing light brown trousers, a simple white shirt, and black shoes.

-Jungkook, Jimin. Come in. - He greeted them and signed them to come in. - Have a seat. - Both boys passed by him and he looked at them from head to toe and couldn't help but gulp.

Jungkook was wearing all black. He had black trousers, a black t-shirt, and a black leather jacket, along with his iconic black boots, and a black bucket hat.

Jimin was more simple, with black skinny jeans, his white Gucci t-shirt, and a black leather jacket as well.

-How are you today, dear teacher Taehyung? - Jungkook asked smirking and sitting down. Taehyung looked at him.

- Take off your hat, for starters. - He said and looked at the papers on his desk, avoiding eye contact.

It was a rule of the school but a rule Jungkook never followed in detention because he wanted the teacher to order him to take it off. He found it sexy. Taehyung didn't care too much about those kinds of rules in detention but he always told him to take it off so he could see his face. Jungkook took off the hat and Taehyung went to sit on his desk chair.

- So... - Jimin started to get the teacher's attention, who looked at him waiting for him to continue. - what are we going to do today? - He asked, also smirking.

Both students had agreed they would tease the teacher until he snapped today. They wouldn't leave until the teacher couldn't resist them anymore.

-You know what you have to do, it's not your first time here. - Taehyung said in a dry tone.

- Oooohh, he's rude today, isn't he? - Jimin asked turning to Jungkook.

- Yeah, he is... Maybe we're not the ones who need detention. - Jungkook said to Jimin and then they both looked at Taehyung.

Taehyung got up and walked towards their desks and stopped in the corridor between them.

-Come on. Grab your notebooks and start. - He said pointing to them and their bags.

- Hmm, so authoritative. I like that. - Jimin whispered to Jungkook. Taehyung's passed their desks so he would be behind them and smiled. Jungkook winked at Jimin.

- I'm getting hot. Let me take off my jacket first. - He said getting up and standing in the corridor, right behind Taehyung, who turned to face the younger student and slightly shivered when he saw how close he was, but he didn't step back and watched him take off his jacket, showing off his muscled arms, full of tattoos and, again, Taehyung gulped. For him, that was so sexy. Jungkook just stared at him, putting the jacket on the desk behind his.

Taehyung just wanted to touch him and run his hands through his muscles but he shook away all those thoughts and licked his lips, looking away.

-You can sit down now. - He said and looked at the chair. Jungkook smiled, knowing the effect he had on the teacher but he sat down and didn't say anything.

Taehyung got back to his desk and sat down too, looking at the papers in front of him but his mind was, once again, on Jungkook's muscles.

Jimin got up and went to the front of Jungkook's desk and bent over, holding his face in his hands, with his elbows on the desk, leaving his butt pointed to Taehyung.

Taehyung noticed and sighed. They really knew how to provoke him.

-Jimin, can you go to your seat, please? - He asked, trying to keep his eyes on the papers on his desk. Jimin looked back only turning his head.

- Can't I help my friend? - He asked, smirking. Taehyung sighed again.

- Then sit next to him. I don't want your back turned to me. - He said and grabbed a paper to pretend he was actually reading something on it. Jimin chuckled quietly and sat next to Jungkook.

- I wonder why... - Jungkook whispered.

- What did you say? - Taehyung asked looking at Jungkook. Jungkook shook his head.

- Nothing. - He whispered, smiling and looking down at his notebook. Taehyung heard what the younger student had said but he still didn't want to admit how they made him feel.

Jimin started to suck on the tip of the pen looking at Taehyung until Taehyung noticed and couldn't take his eyes off Jimin's pillow lips around the pen. Jimin smiled and opened his lips, starting to lick around the tip of the pen. Jungkook noticed them and got closer to Jimin, putting his hand on top of Jimin's hand around the pen a slowly started to move it up and down. They were both staring into Taehyung's eyes but he had his focused on Jimin's lips and tongue around the pen, and also their hands moving up and down, slowly.

Taehyung started to get hard and he knew he couldn't deny it anymore so he suddenly got up and went to lock the door and then closed all the blinds around the classroom. Jimin and Jungkook just stood still but smiled at each other watching their teacher's trousers.

Taehyung stopped at his desk with his back turned to the two students. He was getting hot so he took the shirt out of the trousers and unbuttoned half of it and then turned to them. The students gulped watching the intense stare he was giving them.

-All right. - The teacher whispered to himself and started walking towards them. He pushed away all the tables around them and then separated their chairs putting them further away but still turned to each other.

- Wha-? - Jimin tried to say but Taehyung cut him off immediately.

- Shut up!! - He said getting closer to Jimin and pointing at his lips. - This is all your fault. - He paused and then corrected himself. - Well, both of you, all this teasing... right from the beginning. - He paused again. - but today... Those lips around that pen. - He said resting his indicative finger on Jimin's lips.

Jimin smiled and licked Taehyung's finger and then put it in his mouth but Taehyung took it out right away but didn't take his eyes off his lips. Jimin slowly licked his top lip, smirking.

-Heey... - Jungkook interrupted their teasing. - You guys know that watching you flirt and do all that in front of me is torture, right? - He asked. Taehyung chuckled and looked back at the youngest student.

- Good! - He said. - This is detention, isn't it? - He winked at him and turned back to Jimin.

Jimin started to reach for Taehyung's shirt buttons who weren't unbuttoned and licked his lips again, smirking and looking straight into Taehyung's eyes, without even blinking. But he could only unbutton one.

Taehyung bit his lower lip and grabbed Jimin by the neck.

-You love to tease, don't you? - He asked and his eyes switched between Jimin's eyes and lips. Jimin was still smirking and shrugged his shoulders in response to the teacher's question. Then he also looked at Taehyung's lips.

- Come on. - He said still looking at Taehyung's lips. - You know you also want to.

Taehyung got even closer but when their lips were about to touch, he pulled away and reached for Jimin's belt, taking it off quickly and then also grabbing his hands and tying them on the back of the chair, not giving him the time to do anything. Jimin looked at him, confused.

-I know a thing or two about teasing too. - He said taking off his own belt and tying up Jungkook's hand on the back of his chair too. - Now we're starting the detention. - He said in the middle of the two students, smirking.

He approached Jimin again and without saying anything he put his hands, one on each thigh, and kissed him. Jimin moaned into his mouth and put his right leg around Taehyung's leg.

Jungkook was starting to get hard and frustrated watching them make out right in front of him.

Taehyung's hands started sliding up on Jimin's thighs, reaching his crotch, slowly caressing it through the jeans. The student shivered and moaned again. Taehyung unbuttoned his jeans and grabbed his cock parting from the kiss to see Jimin's face. Jimin was staring into his eyes and biting his lower lip to prevent himself from moaning and his breath was starting to get heavy.

Taehyung started to move his hand, slowly, and Jimin couldn't help himself so he closed his eyes and let out a quiet moan. Taehyung smiled and let go of his cock, making Jimin whine.

-Hold that thought. - Taehyung said and turned to Jungkook, who was already hard and Tae saw it in his trousers, which made him smile. He put his hand on top of Jungkook's black jeans.

- I love how you're so ready for me. - He said looking into Jungkook's eyes, smirking. He caressed his face and then passed his hands from Jungkook's shoulders to his chest and biceps, feeling every muscle, like he always wanted to, and smiled.

Then, he started to unbutton Jungkook's jeans and Jungkook was going to look down at Taehyung's hand but he kissed him instead and after unbuttoning his jeans, he took Jungkook's cock into his hand, leaving the other hand on his thigh, to support his body, and he felt Jungkook's cock twitch in his hand, which made him smile through the kiss and then part from the kiss.

- You both really want me, huh? - He said smirking and looking back at Jimin too, who was looking at them licking and biting his lips.

Taehyung let go of Jungkook's cock and heard him sigh but he pushed his chair closer to Jimin's, leaving them side by side and both turned to him.

He smiled seeing the two students like that in front of him, hard just for him and he was finally going to do what he had imagined so many times before falling asleep.

Suddenly he got on his knees and grabbed Jungkook's cock and put his mouth on Jimin's. Both students moaned, totally caught by surprise, and Jimin let his head fall back with his eyes shut. Jungkook looked at him and thought he looked so good moaning and with his head back like that, showing off his defined jawline, that he just wanted to kiss his neck but when he started leaning to Jimin, Taehyung switched and put Jungkook's cock in his mouth and grabbed Jimin's with his other hand, which made Jungkook moan louder this time.

Taehyung kept his mouth and his hand at the same pace and kept switching between the two, making them moan in unison sometimes, and the students were getting louder and louder and the teacher loved to hear them.

He kept going until the students came, first Jimin and Jungkook tried to resist longer but Taehyung started playing around the tip of his cock with his tongue and Jungkook came into his mouth.

Both students laid back on the chair, catching their breaths. Taehyung was looking at them, smiling and pleased with what he had done.

They both caught their breaths and the teacher released their hands, giving Jimin his belt back and putting his own belt back on too while walking towards his desk. The students looked at each other, still not quite believing what had just happened but they smiled and then looked back at the teacher who, apparently, was getting ready to leave. They looked at each other again.

-Is he... - Jimin paused, confused. - Is he leaving? - He asked, whispering.

- I don't know but after that, we can't just let him leave. - Jungkook whispered back. Jimin nodded and they both got up and walked to the teacher. Jungkook grabbed his arms and made him turn so he would face them.

- Where do you think you're going? - Jungkook asked. Taehyung chuckled.

- Oh you still want more? - He asked looking at both of them. - Wasn't that enough? Wasn't it what you wanted? - He asked them and turned around again, gathering all the papers in his desk.

- But there's still another thing we want. - Jimin said.- and I'm sure you want it too. - He added and looked at Jungkook, who nodded.

- What? To stop these detention classes and go home early? Yes, please. - Taehyung asked and answered himself, although he didn't want them to end. Not now that he had finally given into it. Jimin rolled his eyes and sighed. Jungkook turned the teacher around again and pushed him against the desk.

- Come on, we all know you love these classes. - Jungkook whispered against Taehyung's lips. Jimin was standing next to them and discreetly slid his hand to Taehyung's crotch, caressing it.

- And we can't let you go so easily today. - Jimin said. - Not after that. - He added and got closer to his lips too. Taehyung looked at both their lips and gulped. The two students didn't give him time to think who would kiss who and just leaned in for a triple kiss, which Taehyung absolutely loved. Jungkook finished unbuttoning Taehyung's shirt and passed his fingers all over his torso.

For Taehyung, having their tongues battling with his tongue and their hands touching him was getting him hard again and Jimin felt it in his hand and smile parting from the kiss, making Jungkook part too. Jimin smiled at Jungkook and he pushed Taehuyung down so he would lay on this back on the desk. They both unbuttoned his trousers messily and pushed them down and then grabbed his cock and went for it with their mouths too, licking it from bottom to top. Taehyung moaned and put one hand on each student's hair. They took turns between sucking his cock and playing/licking his balls.

-Fuck - Taehyung let out, almost like a moan, when both students had their mouths at the same time on his cock. He was breathing heavily and his moans were getting louder. They both knew exactly what to do and how to touch him to give him the best pleasure he had in a long time.

After all that it didn't take him long to cum all over their mouths. They swallowed what they had in their mouths and let the teacher catch his breath laying on the desk with his arms open.

After catching his breath, he stood up and arranged himself and his clothes. Both students were smirking when he looked at them. He chuckled.

-About the classes... - He started and paused. The smirks disappeared right away. Taehyung smiled though. - I just think we don't need detention classes anymore. - Jimin looked down and Jungkook just looked away, sighing. - But I can totally give you private classes. I live alone so. - He said and shrugged his shoulders and now he was the one smirking. Both students looked back at him and smiled. - You know, so you can behave in class and don't always have to do something to end up here. - The students looked at each other. - Obviously, I know you always do something to end up here, on purpose!! - He emphasized the last two words. The three laughed. - Okay now, let's all go home. I'll get your numbers from your files and text my address. - The students nodded and Jimin kissed him on the cheek and went to grab his bag. Jungkook did the same and they both got out of the classroom leaving a very smiley and pleased teacher behind.

I hope you guys enjoyed this! I sure had fun writing it so i hope you guys like it too! I'd appreciate if you tell me what you think after reading it! Stay safe! 😘

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