if you’re accepting requests,

please could you do a Jade x fem reader where R’s thing is butterfly knives and Jade’s is obviously her scissors, they both sit at lunch talking to the gang and R does a cool trick and Rex makes some comment about her being good with her hands and Jade is like ‘oh you bet she is’ then starts heavily making out w R until everyone is telling them to stop but then Jade straddled R and that’s when everyone runs off but Cat and they part once they know everyone is gone and start to ask Cat about the fake blood they needed for a prank on Tori because she pissed them off, Cat does the “You wanted fake blood?” And Jade looks confused while R is happily like “NO WAY?! IT REAL?!” and Jade looks at her and R bows her head muttering a sorry and goes back to flipping around her knife

Thank you, you’re one of the few people on this app that do Jade one shots well so I knew you’d deliver

-Anon✂️

Butterfly Knife Girl

Jade west x fem!reader

Warnings: cussing, mentions of fake/real blood, violent, making out

The sun was out and the wind was blowing as you, your girlfriend, and the rest of y’all’s friends were outside having lunch everyday as usual. You were showing everyone your new trick with your butterfly knife and cat was amazed by it. “Yayyy! Do it again!” Cat said happily as she clapped her hands excitedly.

You give her a friendly smile and do it again as cat sits there amazed. “I bet y/n is good with her hands.” Rex said cockily as he laughs. “Rex!” Robbie shouts and you blush wildly as Jade looks over at you with a smirk. “Oh you bet she is.” Jade said with a smirk as she grabs your face in her hands and kisses you heavily. “Aw come on guys!” Andre said. “Cant the both of you do it later?” Tori pipped in and beck agreed.

No matter how many times yalls friends told the both of you to stop, jade didn’t let go of your face with her lips. Jade didn’t give a fuck and straddled your lap as your hands flew to her waist. Everyone groaned besides cat as she was playing with her fork making it an airplane. Everyone left, leaving you, Jade, and cat alone. You pulled away which made Jade pout but you quickly nodded behind her to show her that all of them were gone except cat.

Jade smiled and got off your lap but still had her arm wrapped around your shoulder. “So cat. Did you get the fake blood for the prank on Tori I’m going to do?” Jade asked cat. Cat gave her a frown and went to her side to pick up a gallon of blood and put it on the table to show her. “You wanted fake blood?” Cat said slowly. Jade gave cat a weird, shocked look but you were ecstatic. “NO WAY ITS REAL?!” You said happily until Jade looked over at you and raised her eyebrow which made you bow your head.

“Sorry…” you muttered and started playing with your knife again. Jade chuckled and kissed the top of your head gently. “No worries babygirl.” She reassured you and you looked up at her with a smile that melted her black heart. “I don’t care what kind of blood it is. I just need it.” Jade stated and cat nodded, handing her the gallon of blood. Jade smiles and places it beside her as cat gets up and skips away. The two of you sit together and finish your lunch until the bell rings. You both get up and throw away your trash, hands intertwined as the both of you head to your classes together.

A/n: thank you anon and I hope you enjoy this! #Anon✂️ and I hope the rest of y’all enjoy it too! Remember to stay hydrated and to rest. I love y’all!

Hate Me But I Know You Love Me

summary: Stiles can’t stand YN, the feeling is mutral for her. So why does Stiles get so annoyed when YN gets attention from lovely Issac?

warning: nothing much, teasing here and there, suggestive comments *wink wonk* YN is human here. IssacxReader only for a while tho

“Stop that” Stiles hissed. “Stop what you dork?” YN asked looking up from her textbook. “That!” He waved his arms towards her. “What are you? Two? Use your damn words you big baby” She furrowed her eyebrows.

Stiles huffed “What are you blind? You know what you’re doing!” She looked at him with annoyance “Which is what Stilinksi? Please tell what I’m doing that is causing you so much bother?’ Stiles looked at her with a blank stare which slowly turned into a grin. 

“Your breathing” He answered back. ‘Oh Fuck You” YN sneered as she threw her history book at him. Stiles fell off his chair as the book hit him “What the hell! You almost broke my nose!” He yelled as he jumped back up. “You started it dumb ass” she sneered back as she got up from the table. “Hey where do you think you’re going, you coward!” He yelled after her. “Far away from you, shit for brains”.

“What’s with you?” Issac asked as he sat next to YN at their lunch table “Oh you know the same old same old, a crazy murderer on the lose,losing sleep,Stiles being a pain,and there isn’t anymore fruit cups” She frowned at the last part. “Here, saved you one,” He passed her the fruit cup which she replied with a small happy squeal. 

Issac smiled as she took it “As for the other two, I’ll help you study and we’ll figure this out as a pack” he informs her as he takes a bite of his burger. “Hey look thing one and thing two” Stiles sneered as he sat down with Scott. “Shut up Stiles” the two snarled at the same time. “Like I said...’ Stiles mumbles

Scott shakes his head “Stiles stop. We’re in a pack together. We need to be nice to each other”. Issac smirked “Yeah Stiles, be nice”. Scott looked at him “That means you two as well”. This time Stiles smirked “Yeah, the both of you”.

YN rolled her eyes as she played with her fruit cup “Where’s Lydia and Allison?” Scott swallowed his fries “Their taking that science test.” 

“Which you’ll fail don’t worry” Stiles smirked. Issac gave the boy across from him a growl “She won’t because I’m going to help her after school today” He laid a hand on her shoulder which Stiles noticed “You? Help Yn?” he glared. “Since when are you a science wiz?”

Issac smirked knowing he go under Stiles’s skin “Yeah,plus me and YN haven’t had much one on one time lately, We always seemed to get interrupted” he shrugs as the girl coughs on her soda. Scott hide a smile knowing what he’s getting to.

“What?” Stiles asks confused “Wait what?’ he looks over at YN. “Oh yeah, me and Issac are always trying to find time to explore you know?” she shrugs. “E-Explore” Stiles squints his eyes. “ Yeah you know... explore new places to hang out” Issac teases. Stiles stares at Issac “Really?” YN nods “Yeah to hang,walk around,explore,fuck around” Issac continues the list. The last word leaves Stiles spitting out his water.

“Anyways, Issac and I have to turn in our project before next period. Bye Scott, later Loser” Yn waved as Issac took her hand and walked out of the cafeteria together. “Did you just hear what I heard? Stiles turns at Scott who just shrugged. 

Giggles filled the hallway “Did you see his face?” Issac smiles down at the girl “Oh my God, I should’ve taken a picture” she gasps. Issac smiles as he opens his locker. “Wanna fuck around with him more” he asks as he grabs their project. “uh duh” Yn makes a face as she grabs his hand again “Can I just say how thankful I am to have an evil best friend like you Lahey?” she grins. 

Issac shook his head as he closed his locker “What’s good being evil without having my dark lady by my side” he teased as they walked to class. 

“Why Issac? Why him?” Stiles grumbled to Scott as they walked to practice. “Why does it matter? I thought you hated them both?” Scott asked teasing him. “It matters because I’m just trying to save the world from an evil and annoying baby?” he grumbles. “An evil baby?” Scott asked. “Yes an evil baby, YN is practically Satan’s daughter and Issac... I don’t need to explain-”

Sties was cut off by the view in front of them. YN and Issac standing a little too close for Stiles comfort. He felt a tug on his heart when he saw YN reach up and play with Issac’s curls. Issac grinned like the cheshire cat as he leaned foreward to whisper whatever little secret that made YN giggle. Stiles huffed as he laid down his gear. 

“Listen in” Scott looked over confused “What?”. Stiles looked at his best friend “I want you to listen in”. Scott rolled his eyes and huffed. “Scott, we’re just messing with Stiles. We know he’s making you listen” YN giggled not removing her eyes from Issac. “Tell him whatever comes to your mind” Issac links his hand with the girl. Scott grinned and looked over at Stiles “They’re planning to fuck later today” Stiles eyes went wide “W-what?” his voice cracked.

Scott looked over at his best friend “Are you okay?” Stiles took a moment to look at the two in front of him. “When...” Scott looked at Stiles with an unsure glance “After school?” He tilts his head. Stiles gulped as he nodded “ O-okay..”

After practice Scott bid a farewell to Stiles saying that Allison would give him a ride. Stiles walked alone to his car looking down playing with his car keys. A giggle interrupted his thoughts. His head snapped over to look at the source only to see his heart tug more. It was Yn wearing Issac’s jersey as he walked her to his car. 

Stiles grumbles,not thinking twice he walked towards the two people he disliked the most. “H-Hey!” He spoke up. The two turned to look at him with Yn a smile and Issac with an unamused look. “What is it Stiles?” She asked smirking. “We need to talk” He told her ignoring the daggers from Issac. 

Yn looked at Issac with a knowing smile and looked at Stiles “Alright” she shrugs walking away with Stiles. “What is it loser?” she asks sitting on the hood of Roscoe. “Y-you and Issac?” He asks clearing his throat. “Yeah what about it” she smirks. “It’s just.. I don’t think you’ll be a great match.” he explains. “Two people who act the same don’t work out... you should be with someone who’s different than you”. 

YN made a face “And your different from me how?” Stiles’s face turned a red rose “W-what?” YN rolled her eyes as she hopped off “ Come on Stiles, tell me how you’re different from me”. Stiles’ mouth went dry “You like Harry Potter and I like Star Wars, we fight on different topics as if your with Issac, you’ll never get that challenge” He explains. 

Yn let out a laugh, a cruel one to Stiles ears thinking she’s making fun of him. “I can’t, I’m sorry. Issac and I aren’t together. We’re just playing around” Stiles made a face almost as if he was going to strangle Issac. 

“You....” Stiles was cut off by Yn’s giggle. “Hate me but I know you love me” she wrapped her arms around Stiles neck and planted a kiss on his lips.

“ABOUT TIME” Issac shouted. “SHUT IT LAHEY” the two pulled away from the kiss yelling it.

Resting with the Boys[TM]

summary: what i think falling asleep with them around would be like. that- that’s it, that’s the post note: yayayayy first post! this has been in my notes app for a Long time, so.. buckle up, this is going to be kinda long no matter what i do, thoughts went brrrrrr, sorry lmao.

Lucifer ➛ Good luck getting a moment alone with him. With all the work he has assigned by Diavolo, the time he spends cleaning up after his brothers’ shenanigans, and his duties as the eldest, it seems like he never has free time. ➛ When you do catch him alone, he’s either not in the mood for any sort of interaction or he’s taken the liberty of passing out at his desk, pen still in hand as he rests. ➛ You aren’t doing so well yourself, being a human exchange student doesn’t mean R.A.D. will go easy on you. Classes, assignments, and sometimes even just having to deal with the rest of the student body can be pretty tiring. ➛ Your patience pays off when the day finally comes that he’s mostly free of duties and your assigned tasks at the moment are all finished as well.

➛ You two don’t really do much, you spend the time talking over hot beverages and enjoying each other’s company in his office. Just having you around and not causing a ruckus is already more than enough for him. ➛ Lucifer ends up going on a halfhearted rant about his brothers as he organizes some papers next to you. How he found out about another one Satan and Belphie’s plots to inconvenience him and how he’ll turn it against them, wondering how the house hasn’t been decimated while he went on business trips sometimes... It’s nice seeing him not as uptight as he usually is. ➛ You end up getting a little drowsy despite your best attempts to listen to what he’s saying. Eventually your drowsiness wins over and you kinda.. nod off. Hopefully he doesn’t mind. (He does mind, actually. Sleeping sitting down may sound like a good idea at first, but Lucifer knows your neck will hate you for it when you wake up.) ➛ He doesn’t want to wake you, so he carefully nudges your head onto his lap before finishing up with the papers, occasionally running his hand through your hair. ➛ Once he’s done, he carries you to your room and makes sure you’re comfortable before leaving a kiss on your forehead and leaving, closing the door softly behind him.

Mammon ➛ When you suggest a lazy afternoon to him, he’ll act as if he has no time for a silly activity like that. Why would he? The Great Mammon has better things to do with his time than spending it lazing around with some- ➛ He trails off once he sees your slightly disappointed face. When you say you’ll find someone else to nap with, he changes his tune almost instantly. ➛ He just.. takes your wrist and goes “W-well, if ya want it THAT badly... but just this once, got it??” as he sorta tugs you along to his bedroom. ➛ This is where you learn that he has no idea how to share a bed with someone else. He seems torn between wanting to scoot closer or give you as much space he can without actually leaving the bed. ➛ You decide to make the decision for him, resting your head on his shoulder as you start rambling. Mammon warms up eventually and slings an arm around your shoulders, pulling you a bit closer. ➛ You drift off during a lull in the conversation, unintentionally leaving him hanging for a full minute before he realizes you’re asleep. ➛ He watches you for a while and makes sure you’re really out, then reaches for his phone and takes a picture (or five) of your sleeping face. What? You’re cute even when you sleep apparently! He’d rather go through one of Lucifer’s scoldings than admit that to your face in the near future though. ➛ You know that meme where people say they can't do anything because a cat fell asleep on them? Yeah, that happened to Mammon because of the arm he placed around you, he ended up falling asleep with you wrapped in his arms. ➛ When you wake up, you cannot move without his grip getting just a bit tighter. Greedy even in his sleep, it seems... rip if you have to go to the bathroom lmao

Leviathan ➛ You two spent pretty much the whole day in his room, geeking out over shared interests, catching up on anime Levi introduced to you, trying (and occasionally failing) at the games you both play ➛ You don’t even notice it’s well past 1 AM until you feel like you’ve been staring at a screen for an awful long time now, what time is- oh. ➛ Levi’s slightly disappointed that your hangout has to end, but yeah, he gets it. Everyone needs their sleep, even hardcore otakus. He’s about to tell you that you can leave when you flop into his bathtub bed, saying you’re too tired to walk all the way back. ➛ He short-circuits at the sight of you wrapping yourself around one of the many body-sized pillows, and when you realize he still has to get in the tub to sleep? And instead of getting out, you sit up and insist on him getting in with you??? ➛ A system error has occurred. Please restart your Leviathan. Come on, this is like that one scene in this shoujo anime he’s found where the main character and the person they’re pining for share a bed! ➛ He doesn’t say anything, but judging by the expression he’s making and how he’s clambering in behind you, you don’t think he minds too much. ➛ You two end up with his upper body propped up by the pillows and you kinda laying on top of him. It's a bit awkward considering the unconventional sleeping area, but it’s honestly more comfortable than you expected. ➛ Levi actually ends up falling asleep before you. You thought you were tired? Try being awake for 22 hours straight waiting for an exclusive merch drop you just couldn’t miss. He is out, and nothing you do can wake him. ➛ You both end up waking around noon thanks to your little late night stunt. Consider yourselves lucky that Satan saved you guys a plate before Beel got to it.

Satan ➛ He finds you in the House’s library, bent over at a table studying three textbooks at once. Understandable, given that it’s exam season, but it doesn’t look like you’re doing yourself any favors. ➛ And he’s right. You can’t make sense of anything in the books and you can feel a small headache coming on ➛ Satan offers to give you some help with your studies... after you’ve rested. He won’t take no for an answer, and since his room is much closer, he thinks it’s fine if you crash there while you take a break. ➛ He just has to... actually make space for you to rest first, though. He can navigate the chaos that is his room just fine, but you could easily trip on something, or worse, accidentally activate something cursed. ➛ Once that’s taken care of, you take a seat on his bed, scrolling through your D.D.D. as he takes one of the chairs, picking up a novel he bookmarked.  ➛ The scent of the books and the occasional sound of a page turning as Satan reads, along with his occasional hums of interest really helped put you at ease. After a couple of moments, despite yourself, you curl up and drift off. ➛ In between page turns, Satan would turn to check on you. When he realizes you’re asleep, he marks his novel and sets it down, turning to face you instead.  Since he knows his room can get a bit drafty sometimes, he drapes a blanket over you, smiling softly as you wrap the blanket more around yourself. ➛ You looking so cozy almost makes him want to join you, but just seeing that you’re comfy and much less stressed than before is enough right now. He instead gives you a head pat and goes back to his novel, the smile never quite leaving his face.

Asmodeus ➛ You know Asmo loves spending time together, from shopping trips to going to new places to even simple things like a tea spilling session every other night. ➛ So when you come to his room one evening to tell him sorry, you don’t really feel like a night on the town right now and would rather stay in and recharge, he’s not even as disappointed as you’d thought he’d be. ➛ He insists on pampering you both tonight, that way, you get to rest and relax with him, and he gets you all to himself for at least a couple of hours, uninterrupted. It’s a win-win scenario, in his opinion, and who are you to decline? ➛ You let him work his magic with whatever he has laying around, falling into your usual routine of talking as he does his and your nails and readies a face mask for the two of you as ambient music from his D.D.D. fills the air. ➛ When you find yourself getting sleepy, Asmo doesn’t mind at all! He puts away the stuff he used and suggests a little impromptu sleepover. ➛ You shouldn’t have been that surprised when he climbs into the bed after you, and you should’ve realized he’d be just as clingy in bed as he is normally. He can and will be all over you if you let him— running his fingers through your hair, cuddles like there’s no tomorrow...  ➛ His ridiculously soft and comfy bed definitely isn’t helping matters, and you drift off in record time. ➛ He’ll make sure you’re all tucked in and maybe internally squeal at how adorable you’re being, leaning into his touch in your sleep makes his heart do a flip ➛ You wake up the next day feeling like a new person, and next to you, looking surprisingly photogenic for someone half-asleep, is Asmo, tugging you back under the covers because it’s warmer with you in there. 

Beelzebub ➛ He’s been waiting at R.A.D.’s entrance for 20 minutes now. You were supposed to meet him so you could head to Hell’s Kitchen and hang out for a bit, but there’s still no sign of you and you haven’t read any of his texts. ➛ He gets a text from you then. Turns out your phone was on silent, because you felt a little burnt out from school and juggling hangout times with everyone else and went straight back to the House, wanting some quiet time. ➛ You send another message apologizing for the sudden change of plans and for not seeing his messages sooner, but Beel is pretty understanding. ➛ He isn’t letting his chance at being with you go that easily, though. He drops by a store to get you a little care package (and a handful of snacks so he still has something to give you by the time he gets to the house) and heads home. ➛ A few moments later, your door opens to reveal Beel. He leaves the food he brought on your table and sits down on the edge of your bed. You decide a cuddle buddy doesn’t sound too bad right now. After all, you already had the experience of sharing a room with Beel, surely sharing a bed will be similar? ➛ ... Not exactly. He’ll unintentionally take up half your bed no matter what you two do; you’ll either be searching for space or be pulled into the space he’s occupying like some sort of demon-shaped black hole. ➛ The solution: lay on his chest. He assures you that you aren’t too heavy for him, and if he’s being honest? Your weight is actually kinda comforting. ➛ You stay like that for a while, listening to his breathing and heartbeat, and eventually the stress of the past few days melts away, and you fall asleep with your arms draped over him like a pillow. ➛ He doesn’t mind, since you’re pretty much a living teddy bear to him, and he lets himself relax, a hand resting on your back. He just hopes his stomach won’t wake you both up...

Belphegor ➛ Let me get this straight. You want Belphegor, the literal Avatar of Sloth, to take a nap with you? Chances are he’s already half-asleep and all that’s left to do is join him... if he lets you. ➛ He’ll look at you, slightly irritated, but he’s too tired to argue, and you’d be warmer than a pillow, at least, so he motions for you to get in next to him. Just don’t move around too much or he’ll hog all the blankets in retaliation. ➛ If you’re close enough with him, either one of you has unspoken permission to join the other while they’re resting, no questions asked.  ➛ Probably has a bunch of pillows and blankets stowed away in various parts of the House, so nap supplies are readily available. Saves him from having to drag his stuff from place to place. ➛ The one downside to sleeping with Belphie is that he doesn’t need any time to unwind. He can go from full attention to catching Zs in minutes, leaving you no choice but to follow him into dreamland. ➛ He does cuddle a lot, though he’ll brush it off as using you as his personal heater. He’ll complain if you try to do it first, but he won’t make any moves to actually stop you. He actually might lean into you, making up an excuse about your side being comfier. ➛ If he really, really trusts you, he’ll lend you his beloved cow-print pillow. Only five minutes tops, though, then you have to give it back. ➛  When nights are bad and he doesn’t want to wake Beel up, he used to head to the planetarium to calm himself down. Now he slips into your room and takes comfort in knowing that you’re still safe and sound. You’ve woken up several times finding Belphie nuzzled into your blanket. ➛ If he feels especially clingy, his demon form’s tail will appear, slowly but firmly wrapping itself around your waist. Good luck getting out of bed without him knowing.

Caught in Love

PAIRING ~ Aizawa x reader

GENRE ~ fluff

SUMMARY ~ After getting a job offer at U.A, your love life w/ Aizawa has officially transferred to school. And you loved it.

But wait...something is different about Class 1-A homeroom teacher! And it has definitely caught a few suspicious eyes.. who may or may not have an idea up their sleeves to satisfy their burning curiosity. 

First day working at U.A, you realized that you didn’t have to wake up at your usual morning alarm at 5:30 a.m.

Ah yes, the pro hero days of waking up super early, going to the agency, giving Aizawa (who continued to sleep beside you) a peck on his cheek before you left were now over.

And instead, you were introduced to a new routine.

A fresh one.

However, things weren’t going to change that fast, after all, you’ve been pro-hero for years! And your sleep cycle has stuck to your 5:30 a.m alarm and Aizawa, your husband, did not appreciate that.

“We are going to work, together!” You squealed as you flung open the blankets that covered you and Aizawa. You hopped out of bed and shook his shoulder, making Aizawa mumble a groan.

You kissed his cheek passionately and ruffled his messy raven-black hair a little bit.

“Come on,” you said. “Wake up, I’m going to make some coffee.”

Aizawa turned to the side to peek at the clock on the bed side table. He let out another groan when he saw the three digits.

“Y/N, it’s literally 5:34 a.m. You just need to be at U.A at 8 and we don’t live that far.”

“Yeah, well,” you said with an exciting smile. “You can never be too prepared!”

You scurried out of the room and turned on your coffee machine in the kitchen.  Aizawa turned around and saw his bedroom now empty. His wrinkled long black sleeve was bunched up to his waist and he frowned as he got up this early for the first time in months. You knew your husband was a rationally-driven man, sometimes a lone cat who prefers privacy and waking up a lot later. But what you didn’t know was that when Principal Nezu asked him if his wife could teach at U.A after All Might retired, he was thrilled.

So despite it being before 6 a.m, his excitement was bubbling over that it made him finally leave the bed.

But of course, he had to play it cool. With rational excuses, right?!

“Well, I guess I do have to review the school schedule with you,” he mumbled as he palmed the back of his neck and walked out of the bedroom.

When you saw your husband slumping down on the dining chair with his half-lidded eyes, your heart immediately flipped and you poured a nice cup of hot coffee for him.  

You knew him well enough that he didn’t wake up this early in the morning for no reason. You set the cup on the table and leaned down to give him a peck on the corner of his lips as a gesture of gratitude.

But at the very last second of pulling away, Aizawa got the best of you and wrapped your waist with his strong arms, causing you to sit down on his lap—santa lap style.

He hugged you warmly and you slung your arms around his neck. Aizawa snuggled his head between your neck and shoulder and sighed blissfully with his eyes closed. You laughed with your head tilted slightly back.

Yeah, he definitely was not a morning person.

After much time of Aizawa discussing you about the school system for the millionth time during breakfast and almost having a mental breakdown of whether or not you could actually teach (we all have those moments, right?), you were on your way to U.A.

And it really took your breath away.

The school was located on the top hill in Musutafu with the whole neighborhood revolving around it. Glass windows seemed to reach the sky and when you realized how freakin’ big the campus actually was, you couldn’t tear your eyes away from the building, not even a second.

But that wasn’t the best thing of all.

Because the best thing was having to walk to work with your favorite (and sometimes most annoying, but you love him nonetheless) person beside you. It was like having your best friend as a partner for your science project in high school. Ease poured over you as you found it quite pleasant to have a strong arm to lean delightedly upon, a familiar face that peers down at you with a gentle smile, and a reassuring voice to tell you that things will be okay.

It was still an hour before class but you and Aizawa were—of course—there early.

The two of you were walking down the halls. Sooner or later you’ll have to let go of your arm that was crossed with Aizawa’s before entering the teacher’s office because one thing that you both agreed upon was to keep the relationship low-key. No one knew that Aizawa’s wife was going to be the new teacher at U.A except for some of the faculty and of course…Hizashi Yamada, aka: the loudest person in the world in Shouta’s opinion.

“Y/N!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” Present Mic shouted when he saw you step into the teacher’s office. His blonde hair that was religiously shifted upward was too iconic to not be noticed from far away. You giggled at the sight as he threw his arm around his best friend, Aizawa, poking him teasingly on the shoulder. You were great friends with Hizashi and in fact, he was the one who introduced you to Aizawa in the first place.

“Oi, Eraserhead, you’re so lucky your wife goes to work with you,” Hizashi teasingly snickered with his arm still slung around Shouta’s neck. Aizawa tried to shrug him off but it only made him tighten his grip. “So they managed to get Y/N to teach here but they haven’t even implemented my great idea?!”

“Please no, Mic.” Aizawa groaned, trying again to pull away from Hizashi’s grip.

You sat down your bag. “What’s your  ‘idea?’ ”

Hizashi let go of Aizawa’s neck and casually slung his arm around yours, making you giggle in surprise.

“Well of course it’s my HERO FM radio! Every Friday from 1:00-5:00 p.m!” He announced proudly (or more like promoting) making you laugh even more as Aizawa facepalmed himself. “I told the staff that they should let me add one more day, you know, because of my great increasing popularity! But they said one day a week is already “enough,” he said letting go of you to make air quotes with a disgusted expression on his face.

“Get to work Mic,” Aizawa called as he headed towards his desk to gather up some assignments for his morning class.

Hizashi winked at you before he trotted off, throwing you a thumbs-up sign. “Get ready for some ‘strict Aizawa-sensei.’ One day during U.A fest, I wanted to hear Class 1-A perform but Aizawa kept on saying that I should be on patrol duty—“

“Which you should’ve. It was your shift.” Aizawa interrupted bluntly.

“But I just wanted an INSEY WINCEY listen!!” Hizashi stomped on his feet childishly which made Aizawa roll his eyes and let out a sigh.

You went to your husband and stood on your tippy-toes to land a small peck on his cheek. Aizawa blushed at your move because of the fact that you two were in a semi-public place, but he didn’t complain at all.

“Oh, don’t worry.” You seductively caressed his shoulder and gave him a charming smile as you leaned in deadly closer to his face with your hips arched a bit. “I can’t wait to see… what Aizawa-sensei is like.”

Your tone was silky smooth and you rolled out the last word so slowly that it made Aizawa’s mouth part open just a bit. He stared at you dumbfoundedly. Your eyes flickered down to his lips and he swallowed a gulp. He felt like Cupid just shot his heart and he was totally falling for you once again because the fact that you called him ‘sensei’ totally did not make his stomach or heart heat up.

Yeah…he really was goddamn lucky to have you work at U.A alongside him.

———

“Overall, ‘Plus Ultra’ doesn’t always necessarily means you need to exceed your limits physically. But it also means mentally. It’s how your brain exercises to solve complex situations. What are your strategies like? Are you saving those who need saving in quick time while doing minimal damage to your surroundings? I hope next week’s practice can allow you to exercise these brain muscles of yours that I reviewed today because listening to your thoughts and being mentally stable/prepared is more important than how powerful your quirk is. Listen to that hero gut instinct of yours, because at the end, especially in dearest times… it’s going to help you immensely.” You finished with an encouraging smile that made the class almost want to clap at your amazing class. You were glad to see their engaging faces and raising their hands when they had a question.

Class 1-A was truly remarkable. Though, the only student that left you curiously wondering about was the small boy with purple balls on his head because he seemed to be staring at you so intensely that you swore his eyes were bugging out of their sockets.

Aizawa bowed at you when you finished and you gave him a smirk.

The class began to exchange small chats as you bowed back to Aizawa.

“Wow, I think this teacher is really good! She’s so pretty and smart!” Ashido excitedly whispered to Tsuyu behind her with her eyes widened.

“That’s pro-hero for you,” Kaminari added with his index finger and thumb pointed high up. “Plus, she even made Aizawa-sensei stand there awake the whole entire time listening.”

Some of the classmates nodded eagerly in return, truly astounded that their homeroom teacher did not retreat to his traditional yellow sleeping bag that he usually does.  

“Thank you L/N-sensei,” Aizawa said, popping the class back to the board ahead. You bowed at him in return, but before you headed out, you saw Aizawa gave you the tiniest nod and wait…was that a smile creeping on his lips?!

You exhaled silently in relief. You have been so nervous and worried about teaching at U.A. When Principal Nezu offered you the position, you were shocked to even know that he had you on his mind. You previously thought that Aizawa proposed the option but that guess was quickly diminished when he told you that he had nothing to do with it.

You were just a pro-hero doing your job and when the amazing opportunity arose, you immediately accepted it, knowing that you deeply wanted to help students find their way to hero-life.

And Aizawa knew you had been nervous about U.A since accepting the offer. You have stayed up countless nights just reviewing paperwork, going over the school schedule many times, and even looking through practice exams from the past, thinking about what further lessons you can teach to these students.

You folded your lips and returned a small nod, eyes twinkling as you slid the door to head out.

The class truly captured the small moment you and Aizawa had, but then all shrugged away when they heard their homeroom teacher begin handing out today’s assignments.

As you trotted away from the class back to the main office, you smiled at yourself as you hugged your folders tighter to your chest.

Hm… I could definitely get used to this.

———

Days seemed to go by faster than you had expected.

Wake up (sometimes not that early anymore thanks to Aizawa hugging you down even after your 5:30 alarm rings), enjoy breakfast, head to U.A, teach, and then go back home with Aizawa (when everyone else is —of course— away).

You’ve had your ups and downs at U.A. Some days, work seemed to flow by very smoothly while other days, work was more than just grading papers or checking assignments. There were a few days where work overloaded and you and Aizawa will be staying up past midnight checking over paperwork. But it was times like these where you truly felt utmost grateful to have a mentor there to help you. And it was even better that your mentor was your favorite person in the world.

It has been ten days since your first day at U.A.

Which means: ten days Aizawa not sleeping a wink during your long lectures about hero work that he already confidently knows. And to some of the classmates who knew their homeroom teacher well enough that his yellow sleeping bag was his best friend, it was a bit…odd.

“Don’t you think it's weird that Aizawa-sensei stays awake only during L/N-sensei’s lectures?” Uraraka asked Kaminari on their way to the Lunch Rush.  

“What do you mean?” Kaminari shrugged and chuckled. “It should be weird that a teacher sleeps during class in the first place, right?” He grabbed his food tray excitingly, his eyes focused closely on it, clearly not noticing Uraraka’s suspicious tone nor mischievous eyes.

Tsuyu popped in between with the two and let out a sigh. “Boys……You have to read in between the lines. Uraraka’s right.” She snapped her finger perkily.  “Aizawa-sensei is not just awake but he’s seemed very engaged to L/N-sensei.”

Kaminari stared at Tsuyu and Uraraka obliviously as he sat down with the rest of the classmates. “Huh?”

Uraraka rolled her eyes. “You know! From the way he nods his head when she talks or oh! That smile?! I have never seen his lips tilt upwards besides haunting us on how difficult practice exams are going to be.” She tiredly sighed, thinking about her teacher’s wicked smirk every time a huge exam was coming. It was like he found pleasure in challenging the students to surpass their limits.

But Tsuyu and Uraraka knew that Aizawa’s expression when you were in the room wasn’t that wicked grin that he had when announcing an upcoming exam or event. Instead, it was a mixture of awe and sincerity. And it definitely made the two girls exchange some giggles and fun guesses.

“What’s up?” Jirou said, sitting down beside Tsuyu with her cafeteria tray, noticing her friends laughing loudly.

Uraraka leaned forward on the table to peer over at Jirou. “It's about Aizawa-sensei and the new teacher!”  Her voice was loud enough that it caught the other classmates’ ears, making her furiously blush afterward from her spontaneous excitement.

But of course, of all the pairs of ears in Class 1-A, there was always the one come rushing in when it’s about his favorite subject: women.

“L/N-SENSEI?!” Mineta’s ears visibly perked up from Uraraka’s gush, clearly engrossed with the topic of the new teacher. “She’s SO gorgeous and oh lord, her—“

“Quit it, Mineta.” Kirishima slapped the back of Mineta’s head beside him before he could finish his lewd statement. He hooked his arm around Kaminari with a giant smirk plastered on his face.

“Why don’t we find out, huh?” Kirishima proposed as Kaminari tried to wiggle his way free from his grasp.

“Hey man, watch your grip!”

Uraraka waved her hand to dismiss Kaminari's racket and stared back up at Kirishima. “About what?” She asked curiously, taking another bite of her rice.

“Girls…” Kaminari mocked sarcastically with a sigh, mirroring Tsuyu’s earlier comment that she made on him. The two girls rolled their eyes and punched his shoulder.

Kirishima leaned into the group closer with slyness flickering in his eyes. He grinned and bopped his head at Jirou. “We can find out if there’s anything special between Aizawa-sensei and L/N-sensei…using Jirou’s quirk!”

Jirou scoffed and leaned back with her arms crossed before Kirishima could continue. “Uh, you’re using me to get info about our homeroom teacher’s private life? That doesn’t sound very friend-like to me if I say so myself.”

“Come on Jirou,” Kaminari whined. “It’ll be fun!”

Jirou raised her brows and sneered. “Since when did you get interested in this?”

Tsuyu shook her head and waved her hands, dismissing the rising chaos. “No, you’re right,” She said, trying not to show her disappointing face. “It’s not fair to just use Jirou to grab juicy news about our teachers, you know…even if it can be so great to the point that it makes us cheerful and excited despite upcoming exams.”

Uraraka bobbled her head up and down, religiously agreeing to everything Tsuyu had to say with a pout on her lips and closed eyes. “Or it can even help us lift our spirits.”

Tsuyu nodded. “Even if it is just a tiny bit, it can-“

“Alright, guys! I get it! Fine!” Jirou said over Tsuyu, earning grins from the boys and giggles from the girls. Jirou sighed and pinched her nose bridge. She looked up at her friends and darted a death glare at Kirishima and Kaminari. “I’m only doing this for the girls.”

It was half-true. Jirou didn’t want to agree to this for the boys. But another reason was because of school lately.  With heavy workload that the whole class was dealing with, plus the hero-work after school and training, school has been…well, quite draining. And similar to the time where the whole class decided to hold a competition for “best dorm room” last year to raise everyone’s spirits from the whole villain chaos, she thought maybe this can raise spirits up again too. Even if it’s just miscellaneous curiosity or excitement. She knew and sensed that her friends needed something exciting happening, besides school work.

So the plan that Kirishima introduced was to head over to the teacher’s lounge at this moment during lunch break. Since it was merely the beginning of lunch and there was still a good 45 minutes left, it was the perfect time for teachers to be on their desks with students the last thing on their minds. Jirou can place her earphone jacks in the wall to hear the voices inside to retrieve any news from the two teachers.

“And if we got nothing, that’s totally okay as well.” Kirishima shrugged. “We can always try next time!”

“NEXT TIME?!” Jirou exclaimed uneasily, twirling her earphone jacks. “Let’s just see what happens now, and focus on next time later.”

“All right then!” Uraraka clapped her hands excitingly and bumped her shoulder against Tsuyu’s with a beam. “Mission: FIONA starts now!“

“Fiona?” Kaminari raised his brow, getting out of his seat with the rest of his friends.

Uraraka pointed her finger up in the air pridefully. “Find-Info-ON-Aizawa. I couldn’t think of an acronym for ‘ON’ so just leave it together and you’ll get—wooah!”

Jirou and Tsuyu locked elbows with her and dragged her away before she could finished,  followed by Kirishima and Kaminari trotting behind their footsteps.

“If you keep explaining it’s going to be Mission: GIT!” Jirou sneered, giving Uraraka’s elbows a good tug.

“GIT?”

Tsuyu smirked as the five of them head towards the teacher’s office. “GETTING INTO TROUBLE!”

———

Lunch breaks were times where you and Aizawa could finally heave a sigh of relief and chat with each other freely. You were happy to work at U.A with Aizawa because now since work schedules were parallel, you could efficiently have the time to hang out with him. When you were pro-hero at your original agency, you’ll often come back home with no trace of Aizawa since he was still in school working on students’ assignments till late evening.

But now, you had all the time in the world to chat with him. Okay maybe not all the time, just an hour and a half, but it was definitely enough for you.

Aizawa was sitting next to you on your desk, nodding along to your talks about your recent lectures with other classes as he gave some advice on teaching.

You let out a wistful sigh and rested your head on Aizawa’s shoulder. You closed your eyes and let out a hum. “Thanks for helping me through all this. I can’t believe teacher work is this much.”

Aizawa let out a puff of air and smirked. He peered down at you from the corner of his eye. “So are you gonna apologize for all the times you were scolding me for not coming back home early?”

You shot your head back up with your eyes widened and a jaw exasperated dropped. You knew that Aizawa was joking from on his tone but you pressed your hand on your chest and squinted your eyes at him, giving him a death glare. “Excuse me? Uhm, sir, I don’t think that’s fair. And besides! All the hours you were gone, I really really missed you and-“

Aizawa leaned forward, a hand snaking to the back of your neck, taking you by surprise as he crashed his lips against yours. You were completely shell-shocked that your eyes stayed open the entire time. Sure, you have kissed Aizawa a thousand times before, but he rarely made the first move. And oh did your heart fluttered!

Aizawa pulled away with a smile dancing on his lips. “And I really missed you too.”

Before you could open your mouth to respond, you heard a loud gasp from outside, making you unconsciously turn your head towards the sound.

A muffled voice transmitted through the walls. “KEEP IT DOWN, KAMINARI!”  

A female’s voice? Or was it a boy?

More muffling voices continued and you couldn’t really understand it, but one thing you knew for sure was that there was someone outside.

You twirled your head back to Aizawa. His face hardened and got up from the chair, walking towards the door.

“SH- ! HE- COMING!” A familiar voice echoed through the walls that you could only capture words of.

Aizawa finally opened the door and looked to his right.

Caught red-handed.

All five students were crunched down to the ground. With Jirou’s earplugs on the wall with Uraraka and Tsuyu beside her, plus Kaminar and Kirishima hovering right above her not missing any detail she was saying, Aizawa knew exactly what was up.

“Shouta? What’s wrong?” You asked, making your way to the door when you saw his cold expression.

You sucked in a breath when you saw the scene to your right.  

“RUN!” Jirou shouted but it was too late. Aizawa immediately caught the five of them with his trusty gray scarf so fast that you swore you didn’t even notice it. His scarf rolled all five up into a bundle individually so that their arms were glued to their sides.

All of the students heated up from shame.

“Soooooo……..” Kaminari mumbled weakly, trying to make the matter less intensive. “Are you two dating..or..something?” His voice squeaked higher and higher as Aizawa’s brows got deeper and deeper.

You knew you had every right to be mad that these students who were invading you and Aizawa’s privacy, and you should! But to your surprised, your offended emotions were quickly replaced with a comical one as you saw all the students’ ducking their heads in shame, darting their eyes away from Aizawa’s hardened glare.

Ah well…they would’ve found out sooner or later.

You let out a chuckle. Aizawa turned his head at you with his eyes widened, not knowing that you would be taking this matter so lightly. But you returned him with a kind of smile that immediately released the tension of his grip and the eyebrows on his face.

The students perked their heads up in confusion from your reaction, and you flashed them a smile as you snaked your hand behind Aizawa’s back.

“Dating? Hmmm…,” you said, a lopsided smirk dancing across your lips.

“I think it’s a little bit more than that.”

And with those words, Uraraka and Tsuyu couldn’t help but squeal in delight despite still being bonded.  Kaminari swore he never felt this wholesome since getting accepted into U.A, and Kirishima—on the other hand—twirled his head away from you and mumbled with his eyebrows furrowed in great passion: “…He’s so manly!”

And Aizawa? Well, he definitely looked at you in surprise for being so open, but no less than a second, he felt a warm breeze rushing through his body.

Your laugh after seeing the students’ reaction was the most beautiful sound he has ever heard.  

It always has been.

And hearing that made him feel like hey…

Perhaps people knowing wouldn’t hurt! And maybe it’s because he just loved you that much, or maybe it’s that fact that he realized, that no matter if his class or the freakin’ public knows or not….

Nothing…absolutely nothing, is going to disrupt the beautiful relationship the two of you have.

three. “stalker vibes”

kozume kenma x fem dazai!reader

(bsd x hq)

tw: mentions of suicide, probably a lot of spelling mistakes

masterlist.          suicide freak!

"class, today we have a new student joining us. please be nice to her" the teacher announced with a smile

kenma flinched at the sudden news. he kept his head down low, discreetly playing on his PSP under his desk, but he listened attentively to their teacher.

as the students started whispering to each other, kenma simply prayed that it wasn't the weirdo that kept bugging him last night. he didn't really know why he was suspecting it to be her. but with her out of context words last night, he couldn't help but be wary.

call it a gut feeling, if you may.

"alright, quiet down!" the teacher said "cmon in, l/n-san"

and just then, kenma swore he lost faith in both god and humanity all in one second.

he shakily looked up to see the same girl from the cafe. her (h/c) hair, (e/c) eyes, and her fairly tall stature was interesting.

but what seemed to catch most of their attention was the bandages covering her arms, legs, and neck. some parts of it could be seen through the uniform jacket and undershirt, while the bandages on her legs could be seen through the thin material of her black tights.

"good morning! im l/n y/n. please take care of me~" she cooed.

she sent them a close eyed smile, along with a wave. it was something about the smooth tone of her voice.or maybe it was her effortlessly captivating smile. maybe it was just the insane amount of bandages she had.. 

but there was something about her that just somehow had the whole class wanting her attention.

in all honesty, its probably just because she was insanely attractive. 

"anything else you'd like to share about yourself?" the teacher asked her

"hm, maybe find out for yourselves~ let's be friends" she mused

kenma raised a brow at her awfully vauge answer. though he decided to shrug it off.

meanwhile, in her perspective, she was pretty much watching every movement of kenma's body. just before she took her seat, she whispered a small request to the teacher.

the teacher nodded along. "alright, you cam sit with kozume-kun, l/n-san"

"kozume-kun? will that be okay with you?" the teacher asked him

kenma froze as he felt multiple eyes land on him. his palms grew sweaty as he nervously nodded. he didn't like the attention he was receiving.

"i'll let you guys get to know each other for now. i'll be in the faculty room if you need me!" the teacher announced before walking out the classroom. 

she grinned and skipped over to him. 

"why." he muttered in annoyance "just why."

"hehe, well i did say i'd see you tomorrow, did i not?" she said with a cheeky smile

kenma simply stayed quiet, side eying her, before looking back down on his PSP.  "stalker." he said 

she gasped in offense and dramatically put her hand on her chest. "im no stalker, excuse you!" 

kenma scrunched his face up and looked her up and down. "stalker." he said. 

"coincidence? not quite! fate?" she raised a brow amusedly "i mean, what else could it be than that!" 

"please don't talk to me." kenma sighed 

she blatantly ignored him and carried on talking. "or maybe! i specifically asked to be transfered to your school and class!" 

kenma looked up at her with a look of irritation and disbelief.  "you what?" he scowled 

"oh my.." she pouted and placed a hand on her heart dramatically "i was just kidding! do you really think i'd do something like that?" 

kenma huffed and put away his console. "yes." he answered 

"well then, you're absolutely right!" 

"but what i didnt plan was to be able to sit next to you!" she pouted "so now some gentlemen are getting me a desk of my own" she smirked and looked over his shoulder "so for the time being, i guess there's just no other option than to sit on your lap" she chuckled 

"oh, since it can't be helped. can't be helped" she said with a small hum 

just before kenma would have had to resort to dropkicking her, the said boys waltzes in carrying a desk and a chair 

"l/n-san! we got you your desk, sorry for the wait" one of the boys said 

"damn." she muttered with a scowl 

"damn?" the boys repeated with a nervous smile 

"i mean, thank you! what kind gentlemen you are" she sent them a smile as she took a seat beside kenma 

the boys all flushed pink and nodded back at her. 

her smile quickly dropped as she turned to look at kenma. he was now playing his game again, and blatantly ignoring her. 

"ke-n-ma~" she sang out 

"kenma-kun~" she called out again 

she smiled and slid her desk closer to his, her chair and herself following. she hummed in content as she felt their shoulders brushing. 

"what are you doing" kenma asked with a huff as he scooted away from her 

"what are you doing? were supposed to use this time to get to know each other" she said with a hum 

"no thanks. i know enough." he responded blandly 

she pouts and rocks her chair back and forth. "suit yourself. i might just woo the boys and girls for the time being" she said as she send a wave to a group of girls a few tables away from them 

"i'd ask them on a double suicide, but no one could ever beat you" she cooed as she nudged his shoulder with hers 

"i don't care" he said as he turned away from her 

"meet you later at lunch pudding~" 

"dont talk to me" 

as lunch time ensues, kenma practically bolted out the door. luckily for him, she stayed true to her words of 'wooing the boys and girls'. 

currently, y/n was trapped in a circle of hormonal teenagers. she was merely smiling and laughing, throwing in flirtatious words here and there. 

"eek! l/n-chan, come eat lunch with us!" one girl exclaimed

y/n blinked and smiled blankly. she was slightly concerned on how quick these girls' sexualities flipped a 180°.

"sorry, but i made plans with someone already" she said as she slyly pushed her way through the crowd  "maybe tomorrow!" she exclaimed before walking out 

"if im still alive~" she cooed to herself 

"now.." she muttered to herself as she stopped by a hallway. "where's that pudding head.." 

she looked around a few more times before giving up. she shrugged it off and made a bee line towards the rooftop 

"fresh air, nice view, conveniently placed rope.." she listed out with a content sigh. she looked around the seemingly empty rooftop and nodded with determination. she picked up the 'conveniently placed rope' and started tying a noose 

humming a small tune to herself, she tied the rope around her neck with a smile. 

"who would've thought that doing it in a school rooftop would be the trick?" she mused with a small laugh

meanwhile in poor kenma's perspective, he was merely trying to play his game in peace. he had ran away from kuroo, and the only possible hiding place left would be the rooftop. 

all he wanted was to play his game. 

what he didn't want, was to see someone trying to hang themselves with a huge smile on their face.

"w-what the-" he stuttered out 

"oya?" she muttered out as she made eye contact with him 

"kenma! great timing! perfect, actually!" she cheered 

she slipped the noose off and waved at him, holding the rope with her hands. 

"i was initially gonna be alone, but with you here, the whole game plan has changed!" she said with a hearty laugh 

"y/n?! what are you doing?!" he asked with a look of panic in his eyes. he gripped his PSP tight as he warily stepped closer to her. 

she cocked her head to the side and gave him a confused smile. "what else? im gonna hang myself, of course" 

"dont do that! are you crazy??" he exclaimed 

"of course im not! but this-" she motioned to the rope "this will be my way out! who knew the oldest method in the book would be the answer" she hummed 

kenma didn't answer. but he slowly put down his PSP on the ground and creeped up on her. as she started singing some weird suicide song, kenma was already behind her. she simply thought he was planning on joining her so she left him be. 

"alright! time to d-" 

before she could slide her head in and wrap the noose around her neck, kenma was already tackling her. 

"stop it, you suicidal maniac!" he exclaimed as he pushed his body against hers 

her eyes widen comically as she slipped on the chair she was standing on, sending her flying in the air. as funny and as impossible as it is, she, for some reason, ended up having her leg stuck to the noose, leaving her dangling upside down. 

kenma, however, was on the ground laying on his stomach. y/n looks at him with her (e/c) eyes, a look of confusion and irritation lacing her features. 

"damn." she scowled 

"damn?!" he repeated with a scoff 

kenma stood up, dusting his uniform as he glared at her with his cat-like eyes. "i just saved your life." he glared at her "and why are you doing that anyway?" 

she then smiled sheepishly and placed her hands on her chest. "i just thought that ending it here, without atsushi and kunikida-kun or anyone else to interfere, would be the perfect way out!" 

"but then you came.." she gritted her teeth 

kenma scoffed in offense and picked his PSP up from the ground. 

"i actually thought you were finally gonna join me!" she whined  "imagine the hurt i felt after your betrayal!" she exclaimed dramatically 

kenma sighed and clutched his pulsating chest. it was definitely his first time doing something like that. 

"ne, kenma-kun" she whined "since you're already here, you might as well eat lunch with me" 

she wiggled around in hope of freeing herself but sighed in defeat when she failed to do so.  "also, maybe come help me out of this?" she asked sheepishly 

"just die like that." kenma replied bluntly. he took a seat next to her dangling body, cowering in the shade as he continued to play his game, though he sneeked some glances at her from time to time. 

"but i snuck in some alcohol and i was dying to try it out" she sighed dejectedly 

"alcohol?" kenma cringed 

"well, yeah. i was hoping i'd consume so much i'd just die from it" she said nonchalantly "and because i like the taste of it" 

"help me out ke-n-ma~" she sang out "ke-n-ma~" 

kenma simply ignored her and continued playing. 

"..." she paused 

"kyanmaaaa!! ~" she called out while waving her arms around 

"fine!" he snapped and stomped over to her, blushing once he caught sight of her lifted skirt. though there wasn't really much to see since she was wearing shorts. 

"hold still-" he huffed as he tried to untie the knot 

"hehe, this is real intimate, don't you think?" she chuckled and hugged his torso, though she ended up hugging his lower waist due to her current position. she nuzzled her face into his midsection, making him flinch 

"yeah. real cute. romantic. wow." he retorted sarcastically as he started sliding her leg out 

she let out a yelp as she suddenly fell on the hard ground. she looked up at his unamused face with a sly grin. she was laying the the floor while he looked down at her. 

"so.. you come here often?" she snickered 

"die." 

"that's the plan!" 

stray kids reaction: comforting your zoom anxiety

a/n: sorry these have been so angsty lately but this is just something i struggle with now a lot w/my anxiety and thought maybe this could help some of you who are going through the same thing rn xx

also i’m so sorry i spent hours trying to get the read more option to work but it wouldn’t :’( if anyone has any tips feel free to let me know

chan

chan walks past your spot at the table and immediately falters when he notices you staring numbly at your laptop screen.

he crouches down to try to meet your gaze, and then, worried at how your bottom lip starts to tremble, gently tilts your chin up to face him.  “(y/n)? what’s going on?”

you just shake your head, trying not to meet his gaze

chan’s not an idiot; something’s obviously wrong

because despite how much you try to hide things, chan knows. he just knows that you won’t tell him what’s going on, and a lot of it is because you want so much to be strong and not feel like such a burden (which you could never, ever be, chan loves you to the end of the world and back)

and he also knows you beat yourself up for mistakes so much worse than anyone, always obsessively focusing on self-perceived flaws for days.  weeks, even. 

so when he happens to notice the zoom launch page, realization floods across his face.

“oh, baby, no.  come here” 

chan wraps you in his arms, gently closing your laptop with one hand and guiding you from desk to couch where you nestle your head into his chest

“i’m so stupid, chan,” you whimper, bringing your hands up to cover your face. “why am i like this?” 

it hurts chan to see you like this

he wants more than anything to make everything better, but he knows these things take time and you need time

“you mean, why are you so talented, and beautiful, and dedicated?  i don’t know, babe.  you just are.  i’m not surprised, though.” 

“i’m such a screw up.”

“you know, (y/n), i promised i wouldn’t let anyone talk to you like that,” chan murmurs, “not even yourself.”

you look up at chan with wide eyes

“i know it’s hard, baby.  i know it’s scary, but i’m so proud of you for getting through it.”

chan just wants to pamper you for the rest of the day, and more often than not, the two of you will cuddle together and end up falling asleep for a few hours, tangled together on the couch until you’re ready enough to talk things out. 

- -

minho

minho’s brow raises when he sees the door to his room crack open, and he watches as you barrel towards him, collapsing onto the bed next to his legs.

he doesn’t think anything of it, not really. 

well, maybe he’s just a little disappointed that you didn’t come to cuddle and rest your head next to his chest, because minho won’t admit it, but he’s a simp for your cuddles

but then, a few seconds later, he notices you’re trembling. 

and all too soon, he realizes with horror, that the way you’re huddling toward him isn’t out of comfort, oh no, not comfort. 

minho sits up immediately and looks over to see you curled up in the fetal position with your eyes shut, your arms wrapped tightly around your legs

minho murmurs a worried, “babe?”, and he feels his heart break as your eyes open and fill with tears

“it doesn’t get better. i’m never going to be normal.”

minho gently pries the phone out your grasp because it’s only making you feel worse, and he’s about to close all your tabs until he notices what’s on the screen: articles about anxiety, coping mechanisms, how-to’s for speaking up, not freezing up, how to hide fear -- and his heart breaks.

minho gets up for a moment, taking your phone to place it on the nightstand.  and when he leaves the room and comes back a minute later with soonie in his arms, he gently plops her down onto your hip and then sits cross-legged beside you, his eyes sad and his head propped in his hands 

“you can talk to me, i’ve got you.”

and you let all the words fall out. 

afterwards, minho wraps a knit blanket around your form and tells you, quietly, that you’re the most special person in the world.

“more than your cats?” you manage to joke weakly, cracking the faintest smile.

a relieved smile immediately tugs at minho’s lips and the way he looks at you makes  you feel like the luckiest person in the world.  “you’re feeling better,” minho whispers, half to himself, half to you, and then he lets his gentle smile curve to a teasing smirk.

and like a brat, he says, “i said person.”

you whine and softly poke his cheek, but minho leans over you to press annoying kisses all across your face with the most loving expression

“yah, (y/n), of course you’re more special than my cats, my god”

changbin

you already know the routine by now

you’d texted changbin in midst of your online class with your signature emoji that means: please help i can’t think everything’s too much

and as soon as it’s over changbin’s here with a sympathetic expression and a sheepish shrug, holding a heavy pillow out a safe (and far) distance in front of him

“wanna let it out?” 

you nod, shakily, and they you step up to the pillow and start slamming your fists into the pillow, words flying from your mouth about how annoying your brain is and how much you hate this and your blows weaken and your words jumble together until changbin lets the pillow lower and he welcomes you into his arms

he runs his hand against your back and just stands and holds you for a while, rocking you back and forth 

“i hate this so much, bin”

“i know, baby. i know.” 

he knows that sometimes physical contact helps bring you out of your mind

and so he’ll gently take your face in his hands and caress your cheeks with his thumbs

“it’s over, now.  you did it, baby.”

he finds you so beautiful and often loses himself for a few moments because you’re such a special person and he hopes you know that you mean the world to him

if you want to talk about it, he’s got you 

and the two of you will cuddle on the couch for as long as you need and talk or watch videos together or eat food

or sometimes you just want to be alone, and changbin will press a kiss to your forehead and let you recharge

and as soon as you’re ready to come out, he’s always got your favorite meal or takeout from your favorite restaurant

and the smile that crosses his face when he sees you makes everything feel just a little bit better

hyunjin

hyunjin doesn’t quite understand how you get so nervous, but he wants to help so bad.

he hates seeing you shut down, and it hurts him to witness the moments when you retreat back into your mind

because you’re such a beautiful soul, and he just knows the thoughts that rage through your head are anything but kind

hyunjin sees this happen on a daily basis, and each time he does, he wishes he could make it better.

today’s been especially bad, with zoom call after zoom call, and he can see the circles under your eyes and the exhaustion and terror written all across your face

he peels off a post-it note and gently sticks it onto your hand, out of view of the camera

“is this an important class?” it says. 

you turn to him, indiscreetly nodding your head

hyunjin’s face falls. because if it wasn’t, he would all too quickly turn the video off your screen and let you fall into his arms, pulling you away from the laptop to cuddle and watch something to take your mind off it.  

you’re just pushing yourself so much, and hyunjin knows you need to rest

but instead, he comes back a few minutes later, holding a plate of sliced fruit and vegetables arranged by color to look pretty and cute

and he slides that next to your laptop and comes back with a mug with your favorite warm drink

there’s a post-it on this, too. “i love you, and you’re doing great, okay? you’ve got this baby <3 <3 <3

it makes you tear up, a little. 

after you’re finally done, you find hyunjin and hug him so tightly 

“how’d you know?” 

hyunjin just gazes at you softly, nuzzling his nose against yours

“you did it, baby. you should be proud of yourself”

all you can do is hug hyunjin tighter as you start to tear up from relief, nerves, comfort, and hyunjin himself 

“i love you.”

jisung

jisung understands all too well the feeling of anxiety

and whenever he notices that you’re upset, even if he’s not feeling all too great, it’s like that anxiety loophole where all his anxiety goes away as soon as he realizes that you’re in pain 

really, all jisung wants to do is comfort you and make sure you’re feeling as okay as possible -- everything else goes away, only you. 

he gets it, really gets it, when you tell him in tears that you can’t take another discussion over video call which ends in you sitting in silence and regret for not saying anything

“people probably think i’m mean and dumb, jisung,” you choke out, “and i’m not! but i … i don’t even deserve to be there.  they see right through me.  i’m like, a fraud.”

jisung’s heart physically breaks at this, because you’re not.  you’re really, really not.  anything but. 

“no, baby.  you do deserve to be there.  you said it yourself, you’re not dumb.  you’re not mean.  but you’re dealing with anxiety, baby, and that makes everything so much scarier.”

jisung also knows that nothing he says can make it better, but he also knows that you need to get out of your head.

he drapes a blanket around your shoulders and gently pulls you up from the couch, telling you that the two of you are going to explore

jisung drives around the city for a couple hours, and he gives you control over the aux and lets you listen to all your favorite songs -- but sometimes even that’s too much, so he’ll put on shuffle the playlist that the two of you have made together for nights just like this.

there’s always something calming about getting lost in the city for the night, watching the neon lights reflect against the windows as you lose yourself in the music and the dark and the feeling of drifting away from any sort of responsibility and tie to real life.

just you and jisung; the two of you against the world.

jisung does his best to help you forget when that’s what you need.  he pulls into a drive through and orders an order of fries, cheerfully feeding them to you when you reach red stoplights.  and then he stops at a boba place that’s empty and still open for another hour, or so, and comes back with both your favorite drinks.  and then jisung is telling you stories about anything, everything

jisung makes you smile and laugh, and each time you do, the expression that crosses jisung’s face is full of such relief and love

and when you start making your own jokes and telling your own stories, a familiar light entering your eyes, jisung can’t look away and feels his heart mend back together

later, when the two of you come back home and collapse into bed, you tumble over and rest your head against jisung’s chest, feeling safe and loved when he presses his lips to your forehead and holds your hand

“do you think it’ll get better?” you whisper, finally ready to talk about what happened 

jisung presses a tender kiss to your knuckles.  “i know it will.”

felix

trust me, felix knows all too well the exact regret you’re describing 

when you tell him in hysterics about not being enough and not being able to be present even though you wanted to so bad -- he gets it. 

you don’t even know how to describe it.  you just couldn’t, and that made it so worse. 

but felix just nodding and gazing at you with acceptance and understanding makes you feel so safe

because felix is always one thing with you when you’re upset and anxious, and that is gentle

but he also clearly sees the way you answer in short responses when he asks you about it, and how you look so uncomfortable

felix knows whenever he gets like this, he needs to get out of his head 

so he takes your hand and guides you to the kitchen, smiling brightly at you

“let’s make something.”

if you’re ever too overwhelmed, felix will do everything for you and come to your room to drop off a plate of dessert and check in and see how you’re doing

but if you’re okay with doing something, felix is that happiest boy ever

you welcome the distraction and help felix find all the mixing bowls, and he grabs the carton of milk while you grab the sugar from the cabinets

felix takes a finger of flour and smudges a small dot on your cheek 

“there, freckles” 

and you smile weakly and smudge a stripe against his cheek 

every so often felix will rest his head on your shoulder and wrap his arms around your waist 

he doesn’t bring up what happened earlier because he knows you hate thinking about it, but when you do finally decide to talk about how you feel, it’s usually while the two of you are waiting for dessert to come out the oven 

and felix just listens patiently with genuine concern and focus and doesn’t interrupt you at all until you’re done 

at times like this, felix really thinks about what to say 

and when he does finally speak, it makes you feel so much better

like someone actually sees you and your struggles

but then he’ll do something like accidentally knock over the bowl of leftover egg white or accidentally catch his sleeve in a spill on the table

but it’s okay because you love him

and he really does manage to make everything feel just a little bit better

seungmin

the silence was the first indication something was wrong.

because your relationship works on easy, witty jabs toward each other that always end in laughter and amusement, wildly chasing each other around the apartment and collapsing in cuddles and playful pokes on the shoulder

but this time, when seungmin teasingly mentions that the phone is your achilles heel after you ask him to order the take out, he’s met with stony silence, an unresponsive face, and then: “that’s not funny.”

seungmin’s face falls immediately.  he knew something was wrong as soon as he noticed the blankness unfold on your expression, and he steps forward carefully, his eyes softening.  “i’m sorry.  that was mean of me.”

when you don’t reject to him coming closer, he steps toward you again, kneeling down to where you are and gazes at you with concerned eyes.  “did it happen again?”

you finally look up at seungmin, the first trace of emotion peeking through the heavy mask as you nod.  “it’s just so stressful.”

seungmin regards you carefully and nods, prompting you to keep going. 

“i hate seeing myself on screen,” you mumble, laughing tonelessly in attempt to keep things casual.  “i just smile and nod, and … i can’t read nonverbal signals, minnie.  i don’t even know when i can talk --”

you stand up and start pacing back and forth, your hands scrunching up your face and pulling at your hair.  “i don’t know why i feel like this, and i can’t stop thinking, seungmin, i hate it so much.”

but seungmin walks into your path and gently takes your hands in his, squeezing your palms gently. and then he tenderly opens your fists up, tracing little hearts on your palms and the pads of your fingertips.

“i wish i were like you,” you whisper.

“you already are,” seungmin says, instead.  “everything i am, you’re that and more.”

“i’m not capable.”

seungmin gently squeezes your hands again, this time tracing circles against your knuckles.  “i think if anyone’s capable here, it’s you.  you’re fighting this thing every day, (y/n).  even if you don’t see it, i see it.  i see you, and you’re capable.  more than.”

your mouth drops a little, and you stare at seungmin with wide eyes.  and then, “what?”

seungmin just smiles, shaking his head.  “what?”

“i’m sorry i got mad at you.”

seungmin shakes his head, letting your hands drop as he pulls you into a hug.  “don’t be.”

“i liked that thing you did with my hands,” you murmur into his shoulder, “it helps me not think.”

and this time seungmin presses kisses to your fingers

and he’s just so gentle with you 

afterwards when you stop shaking, seungmin doesn’t forget that you still need to eat, so he orders takeout, or you do if you want to try and he’ll hold your hand and just be there, and then the two of you will watch something on his laptop and then finally fall asleep together at the table

jeongin

“isn’t your class starting now?” jeongin mumbles with a sleepy voice, rubbing his eyes and placing a mug of your favorite drink next to your hand

you just shrug, mouse hovered over the link to take you into zoom call 

jeongin furrows his face, then blinks. he does a sort of double take, eyes flickering from the time (he knows your schedule by now), the hesitation of your expression, the clear tension in your shoulders and the slight tremor of your fingers. 

“oh,” jeongin’s voice whispers.  

he takes a seat at the table beside you, eyes relenting, a concerned expression encasing his mannerisms.  “it’s okay to be scared, (y/n)”

you swallow, not quite trusting yourself to speak, your throat already tight and unstable 

“(y/n) … if you’re not feeling good we can call in sick and tackle it tomorrow. you don’t have to do it today if it’s too much.”

you shake your head.  “no,” and then, biting your lip, “i just … don’t want to join, innie.  what if he calls on me?  and i won’t know the answer, and everyone will laugh. and he’ll make fun of me.”

“that’s so mean,” jeongin says affronted, his eyes wide and then he pouts.  “he’d do that to you?” 

you nod, arms wrapping around yourself, and jeongin is already awake, eyes wide and you can already tell he’s trying to think of a solution where everything’s okay 

“if he does that,” jeongin says, quietly, “then we’ll leave the meeting.”

you crack a half smile.  “i can’t do that.”

“i’ll unplug the router,” jeongin pouts. 

you sigh, smushing your hands against your face, all too aware of your heart beating so loudly in your ears and the shallowness of your breath. 

“(y/n)?  oh no, (y/n), baby --”

he’s not one for pet names, but this time it just slips out and it makes things stop for a second

“i’m going to grab your hand, okay? and i’m going to start counting and we’re going to breathe.  is that okay?” 

you nod after a few seconds, and jeongin reaches for your hand, placing your palm against his chest.  and then he starts counting to ten, in a reassuring voice.  “just concentrate on breathing.  just focus on me.”

jeongin closes the laptop and pushes it away from you.  “what do you need?” 

“i … i just need a few minutes.”

jeongin nods, then reaches for your hand clasping it in his and squeezing gently.  “i’ll be here.”

when you regain your breath and think you’re a little okay, you turn and drag the laptop over, mouse hovering over the link 

jeongin just smiles at you softly, eyes still blinky and exhausted from sleep.  he rests his head against the table, and you can tell he’s trying to stay awake, but it’s just so early and he starts drifting off to sleep

but there’s something in the comfort jeongin brings by just being there, and with your heart beating loudly in your chest, you click the link and are brought to the loading screen: host will let you in momentarily

jeongin stirs and squeezes your hand again, slightly more awake, now.  “you got this”

he smiles genuinely, and it makes your heart warm.  “squeeze my hand if it gets bad in there, okay?” 

you shake your head, but jeongin wakes up further at this, slightly alarmed.  “you won’t bother me, i promise!  and when you’re done we can go pick up an order at the pastry shop down the street, okay?”

you smile at jeongin.  “okay.” 

and you’re going to hold him to that.

request. Njanidnjan hiiii!! 1. May I request Lev and Aone (separate) with a really small like 5’0, cannot reach tall places, needs help getting cereal, male if you’re okay with male reader, maybe slight nsfw+sfw if you do that? Sorry!! 2. CanI have an anon emoji?? I rlly like your blog and I’ll probably do anons a lot :) - anon

a/n. omg tall boys 🙈🙈 thank you for requesting !! (≧���≦) this is also my first time writing character x male reader content so if you have any advice for me, let me know !

lev and aone with a short boyfriend

- pairings. lev and aone x male reader

- genre. nsfw

- warnings. NSFW, hand jobs (both receiving)

► now shuffling...

sighs 😪 i love him

you two met during your second year of high school

he didn't have anyone to make fun of their height since yaku graduated so he turned to you :DD

you had to tutor him for math since he was a volleyball idiot

he never paid attention to the worksheet in front of him, and you always caught him staring at you

most of the time he would ask you questions about your height

“are you drinking enough milk, l/n-kun?”

he constantly tried to get you to join the volleyball team as a libero but you politely declined

instead, you promised him you would go to each of his games and cheer him on

he grabbed you under your arms and started swinging you around

“yaaaay! l/n-kun can finally see what a great ace i’ll become!”

you smacked him and yelled at him to put you down

you kept your promise and went to every single one of his games

and he always came to find you after them asking if he was getting better

when you said yes he went to pick you up again but he stopped himself

he smiled and grabbed your hand in his and told you he wanted to go celebrate with you

this happened after every game, whether it was a win or lose for nekoma

one time the two of you went to get ice cream from a convenience store and he found a stray cat with h/c fur and e/c eyes

he picked it up and started laughing

“it’s you, l/n-kun! it’s cute like you too!”

when you asked him what he meant he just nonchalantly said that he likes you

he’s not even looking at you while he says it he’s still looking at the cat lmao

he got kinda nervous when you didn't respond and nearly dropped the cat to snap his head towards you

he turned away from you and put the cat back on the ground and started frowning

until you grabbed his collar and yanked him down to kiss you

“come on in, lev.” you smiled as you let your giant of a boyfriend into your house. you stopped yourself from rolling your eyes as you watched him duck into your doorway. “thanks, f/n!” 

the two of you walked into the main room and you told him he could sit down at the table. you walked into the kitchen and opened the cabinet to get a packet of ramen. you stood on your toes as you attempted to grab at the corner of the package, only to push it further back into the cabinet. you clicked your tongue and began climbing up on the counter. 

all of a sudden, lev quite literally appears behind you and places his hands on your back. you jumped as he leaned in to whisper into your ear, “can’t reach the top shelf, huh?” 

“lev you dick, just help me get the ramen,” you sighed. “what if i want something else?” you stopped reaching for the packet and put your hand down. “oh. okay, what do you want then?” 

there was a beat before lev answered, “you.” you felt your face flush as lev continued to rub his hands up and down your arms and drift towards your thighs. you turned around and swung your legs off the counter, bringing lev in closer. 

lev wasted no time in leaning down to lock lips with yours. his hands continued roaming around your body as he went to cup your growing hard on. you moaned into his mouth as he pressed harder, palming your erection through your shorts. 

“already hard for me, huh f/n?” he smirked. “oh shut up. it’s your fault.” he pouted, “is it a crime to want to love my boyfriend?” he jutted his lip out. you sighed and pulled him in for another kiss. 

he slipped his hands under the waistband of your boxers and pulled out your cock, which was now dripping with precum. “tell me if i should stop, okay?” you nodded as he began to stroke both of your cocks together. 

“lev...” you panted. he smashed his lips onto yours and continued stroking faster. you clawed at his back and he moaned in appreciation. “f/n, i’m gonna cum-” as soon as he said that both of you came at the same time. 

while panting, lev peppered you with kisses and leaned over to grab paper towels. he cleaned the two of you up and kissed your forehead. you hopped off the counter and pulled your shorts up as lev reached up to grab the ramen packet. “i’ll go make this now!” you grabbed onto his hand and stared him in the eyes, “lev, didn’t you tell me that the last time you tried to make ramen you burned the noodles?” “...yeah-” “then i’ll do it.” 

you reached up to grab the packet and kissed his cheek. you couldn’t stop your legs from shaking as you made the ramen. you turned around to see lev leaning his cheek on his hand, smirking at you cockily. 

“we should do that more often!” you laughed and rolled your eyes as he came up behind you to press chaste kisses against your neck. “..love you, f/n.” you reached back and patted his head. “i love you too, lev.”

congratulations! you get this super intimidating (eyebrow-less) dude as your college roommate!!

you were PETRIFIED of him

but eventually you find that he's just a giant softie! (emphasis on the giant… this dude is 6’3”...)

one time you come back to your apartment and he’s feeding a cat

you’re like,,, “aone?”

he turns around and looks at you tilting his head a bit

“whatcha got there?”

“,,,a stray”

“yeah 🙂”

you two take the cat to the vet and go to the store to buy all of the materials needed

he thanks you for not kicking the cat out

🥺🥺🥺 -

months pass and you can’t seem to stop thinking about him and how he’s truly just a huge softie at heart

one day you just let it slip

“takanobu,, i know it’s a little...weird,,”

he’s sitting on the floor with the cat in his lap and he turns to you

“but um… you can just ignore it if you think it’s um.. weird”

“i don’t think you’re weird f/n.”

you take a deep breath and just let loose

“i think i’m in love with you”

he just sits there with a blank look on his face and you’re pretty sure you just ruined your friendship with your roommate

you quickly turn around telling him you’re going to the store and asks if he needs anything

as soon as you place your hand on the door he grabs your hand

“w-wait.. i love you too.. f/n.”

“dammit,” you mutter as you find yourself climbing onto the counter. again. you can't help but curse the apartment builders for making the cupboards so damn high. 

it’s ten in the morning and all you want is a damn bowl of cereal before your morning class. you climb up onto the counter to grab the box when you hear the door open. your boyfriend, takanobu walks in and stops in his tracks when he sees you sitting on the counter. 

“...f/n? what are you doing on the counter?” you sigh and point to the cereal box that just keeps getting pushed back into the cupboard. “oh. here let me help you.” he comes up behind you and reaches up to grab the box, handing it to you. you thank him as he holds out his hand to help you off the counter and he nods. 

you turn around to pour the cereal into the bowl. you grab the milk from the fridge and begin pouring it into the bowl when you feel takanobu wrap his arms around your waist and nuzzle his face into your neck. “how was class?” 

he didn’t answer for a second before groaning, “boring. i missed you.” the tips of your ears turned pink as you chuckled. “i missed you too.” there’s a minute or two of silence as takanobu starts to leave light kisses on your neck. you lean back into him and he groans. your eyes widen as you feel a bulge through his joggers. 

“...sorry. i’m just happy to finally be back to see you…” he mutters. you smirk as you begin to grind into his crotch. he starts to pant as he continues leaving wet, open-mouthed kisses on your neck. his hands make their way down to your sweatpants, but he stops suddenly. 

you two haven’t made it past making out yet, and you could faintly feel his body start to shake. “takanobu? what’s wrong?” he holds you closer to him, “...are you alright with this? we don’t have to do anything if you’re not comfortable yet…” you turn around and stop him by pressing a finger to his lips. “i’m ready whenever you are.” he nods and you can see the faint pink tint making its way onto his cheeks. 

you stand on your toes and wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him down. you press your lips to his and he leans down to pick you up. you slip your tongue into his mouth and he groans, walking to his bedroom. he sets you down on the bed and sits in front of you. he pulls away and hooks his fingers around the waistband of your sweatpants. he stops and looks at you, before continuing to pull your pants and boxers down when he sees you nod. 

you pull his joggers down and pull his cock out. he already looks painfully hard, and his tip is a pretty red colour. you moan when you feel him swipe his finger against your slit. you look up at him and you see him staring down at your cock. you scoot in closer and begin kissing him again as you press your cocks together, beginning to stroke them. he moans into your mouth and you already feel yourself beginning to cum. he slips his tongue into your mouth and you grunt in surprise. 

takanobu rarely takes initiative, and you feel your release coming even sooner. “taka… i’m gonna..” your words turn into a moan when you feel him squeezing your ass. a few more pumps takanobu cums into your hand, with you cumming soon after. you open your eyes to find takanobu staring at you. his face was bright red and he was mouth was agape. he says quietly, “i love you.”

lover’s guide | s.mg

genre: fluff, slight ansgt, college au

wc: 4.2k words

synopsis: 5 steps to love by song mingi

step one: being noticed

“mingi, are you even listening?” the male jolted up at the sudden call of his name from his professors, earning a few stares from his classmates.

“um y-yes.” he mentally slapped himself for stuttering. mingi sighed and closed his eyes, desperately trying to kill off the feeling that welcomed itself into his mind.

just a few days earlier, during lectures when he laid his eyes on you. he thought it was maybe admiration at first. you were one of the top students of the class and the way you carried yourself with such grace was so attractive to him. your range of style was captivating, each day came with a new outfit. he liked the way you were confident and also was experimenting with different styles. not to mention you killed every look.

the sudden attraction seems like one of those middle school crushes that he could get over within three days, maximum. but even after three days, he didn’t. he couldn’t stop himself from staring at you from across the room and he often caught himself thinking about you.

he would use every chance he got to interact with you, although he couldn’t say he was the best at it. he knew that small smiles whenever you two pass in the halls or that silently complementing your choice of accessories was not enough for you to get the hint of his crush on you. but he did it anyway.

today was nothing new. mingi found himself stealing glances at you once in a while, especially since lectures were long and he rather had his focus somewhere else than some boring discussion about costume history from the professor’s monotone voice.

“mingi can you be any more obvious? if i was them, i could feel you basically staring into my soul from across the room.” his friend whispered leaning closer to mingi to avoid making a scene. mingi scoffs and wooyoung earned an elbow to his side. “don’t word it like that…” mingi fixes his eyes on the professor to avoid getting called on again, “is it that bad?” he quietly asked and wooyoung nodded.

the boring lectures came to an end and granted him a long desired freedom. since it was his final class for the day, he was free to go home and take that nap he craved for. wooyoung was long gone with yeosang as they walked out of the room together, while mingi was a rather bit slower when packing his supplies.

it wasn’t until you came up to him that he felt his whole body freeze. his insides were jumping and he didn’t know if it was from excitement or nervousness, probably both. you held onto your tote bag with one hand while the other was playing with the hem of your shirt as you approached the tall male.

“hey mingi!” you happily greeted him and mingi mirrored your smile and waved back at you. your smile was continuous, how could he not smile back even if he looked like a huge idiot. 

“i really like your style. you always stand out,” you paused for a moment realizing how that sounded. “you dress really well, um your style is different from others, i like it.” you added for clarifications, not wanting to sound impolite or anything in that manner.

within less than a minute, you manage to make mingi do cartwheels in his head and the happiest man alive. “o-oh thank you! i actually made this shirt myself. it didn’t turn out well so i just wear it casually—sometimes even to bed…” he trailed off. “thank you, uh i really like your earrings, by the way, they’re pretty.” he tells you. mingi wanted to evaporate right now after so much he just stuttered and rambled right in front of you. he shyly scratched his nape, hoping his nervousness didn’t make the air awkward.

your soft giggles filled the lecture room as you thanked him. then you waved cheerfully and made your way towards the exit, leaving mingi there stunned. you noticed him and that was all mingi needed to know he was in love.

step two: being friends

mingi has been falling asleep with a soft smile and waking up with full energy the past week. because ever since you interacted with him, you two have grown closer. he felt more comfortable and less shy around you. the short greetings have turned into telling each other how his days went and him listening to you praise the new album your favourite group released. the two of you would walk to the bus station together after the bell rings, spending lunch breaks together, and facetime once in a while.

he learned a lot about you during the period he started to hang out with you more. mingi took note that you often wore dangly earrings over studs and that you like to eat strawberries to fuel your body during study sessions. he also learned that you went into fashion major simply for the interest and passion of it, he admired you for that. mingi likes to think that your jewelry choices match you fairly well; bright and attractive.

the two of you have been spending lunch breaks together. during those times, you noticed that mingi is a slow eater and he told you he also makes music with one of his friends, hongjoong, who was a year older than him. you noticed his little habits of laughing with his whole body. throwing his head back and sometimes clapping his hand in amusement. although he might come off intimidating or cold to some people, mingi is definitely the most wholesome person you’ve come across and you still can’t wrap your head around his duality.

you two would sit at the bus station waiting for your ride home. mingi’s place was within walking distance but he insisted on waiting with you. after all, it was a perfect opportunity to spend more time with you. and if there’s anything mingi likes more than you, is spending time with you.

the both of you were browsing your phones while waiting for your bus to arrive. getting bored with the lack of notifications on his phone, mingi leaned in to glance at your phone screen.

“you like cats?” mingi asked you as the both of you watch some fluffy cat video on your instagram feed. you shifted your phone for the better view for him and nodded. 

“they’re just so cute, right?” mingi hummed in response. he held back on telling you that he thought you were way cuter than the cats, but decided to save it for another time. you proceed to tell him that your mother is allergic plus that you probably wouldn’t have much time to take care of a pet being in college and all that. he watched your eyes filled with glitter as you continue to watch more cat videos on your screen.

the bus finally arrived and you quickly stood up. it saddens him a little that he couldn’t watch you become all smiley over cats.

“thanks for waiting with me again, mingi. i’ll see you tomorrow.” you gave him a quick hug from the side and softly smiled at him. silently hoping your swift  action wasn’t weird or sudden to him, because you really were appreciating the little things mingi does for you. including companying you while your bus arrives. 

mingi softly smiled at you. “anytime.” he kept his response short because knowing himself, he wouldn’t know how to speak normally with stutters and rambling if he continued.

he tried to cover up the fact that he’s blushing like a fool right now and his heart is beating extremely fast over a simple and quick hug. didn’t go very well as mingi stood there with his cheeks painted a crimson colour and heat rushes throughout his body. a damn hug. you simply warped your arms around his figure and made your way towards the bus like nothing had happened. like you hadn’t made mingi the happiest person alive.

overtime, mingi was proud to call you his close friend. even though that wasn’t what he exactly hoped for, he hoped for a little more actually. but at the end of the day, he was happy nonetheless to have you with him.

step three: first date

today’s a special day, making you want to doll yourself up more than usual. “is this too much?” you’ll never admit it out loud but being around mingi made you feel a bit timid and shy. the total opposite of how people view you, bold and charming.

you weren’t the type to care about what others thought about you. after all, fashion was how you expressed yourself and you didn’t limit yourself to one style. if you felt like adding one more hair clip to your hair, then who’s gonna stop you? on days when you’ve lost your confidence, mingi would be the first person to compliment you. and that was all it took for you to truly appreciate yourself.

“w-what? no! you look amazing, you always do.” mingi pointed out how your nail polish matches your hair clips and you felt at ease, your body loses its stiffness and you softly smile at his compliment.

mingi on the other hand, felt like he was always overdressing. maybe choose something a little more simple? tone down with the colours? those types of thoughts kept mingi from truly playing around with his wardrobe. he admitted, he was insecure. that all changed when he started to hang out with you. your confidence brushing on him made him careless about what others might think of him. he started layering jewellery and wearing that flashy jacket because he can. you had noticed your little influence on him and you loved that for him.

“you don’t look too bad yourself.” you helped mingi break from his shell and gain confidence, mingi made you feel comfortable in your own skin.

the bell chimed at your entrance. your eyes light up at the environment. the welcome scent of coffee wafts through the air and the soft melody playing in the background automatically brings joy to your face. you’ve never been to a cat cafe before, seeing this amount of cute cats casually walking around has added ten years to your life. mingi and you settled to a small table by the window with a few cats already sitting there on the shelf. the sun shined through the glass, warming up the seat and table. while you busy yourself with your new furry buddy, mingi left to order a few drinks and dessert for the both of you.

as he waited in line, he thought about how lucky he was to even be here with you right now.

“so…” mingi takes a break from drawing figures on his sketchbook and meets your face. you hummed and pulled your laptop screen lower so you can see his face. the two of you were studying together in the library, helping each other in various topics covered in today’s lessons. mingi was always grateful that your schedules line up with his. meaning all of his breaks, he can spend time with you since you were off as well. and since you were both fashion majors, it only made sense if you both helped each other out.

“i have a friend, he works at this cat cafe and i was wondering…” pause. his eyes lowered at his hands fidgeting with his pen. “if you wanted to go with me tomorrow?” he continued but couldn’t help to lower his voice almost to a whisper as he shyly asked you out. he knew how much you loved cats and thought it was a perfect idea to take you to visit the cafe one day.

your face immediately lights up at the idea of a cat cafe. “mingi are you serious? i would love to!” you send him a big toothy grin as you were so excited to be able to go with him. “it’s a date then!”

mingi swore his heart stopped beating and his nose forgot how to breathe for a second at your words.

“you’re deep in love aren’t you prince charming?” his friend from behind the counter teased. san grinned at mingi while typing in his order into the machine. it seem like wooyoung had already told san about mingi’s little secret.

he rolled his eyes, as if he doesn’t get ridiculed enough from wooyoung and yeosang in class already. “and what about it?” mingi scoffs, pulling out a couple bills and handed them to san. 

luckily for him, you weren’t around to hear it. although parts of him wished you could hear what just san said because he doesn't know how long he can control his feelings anymore. but mingi wanted his confession to be a bit more romantic rather than his friend blurting it out, so he kept quiet and waited. you were currently occupied with your phone, filling up your photo gallery with pictures of them while waiting for mingi to order.

“it means you should probably do something about it.” san winked, handing mingi his receipt before heading back to prepare his drinks. mingi knew exactly what he meant about that. he knew exactly what he should do about these uncontrollable feelings. but he just couldn’t find the courage to do it anytime soon.

he sighed and glanced towards the table where you sat. he was really glad he brought up the idea of bringing you here because mingi realized how endearing your love for cats was. even from afar, the way you gently pet the cat by the window makes his heart melt. no complaints from him though. if they can make you smile non-stop, then that’s all it matters.

“order up for lover boy.” san announced playfully, snapping mingi out of his thoughts of you and bringing him back from reality. mingi rolled his eyes and blatantly ignored his friend’s word, taking the tray of food in his hand. hearing san giggle from behind him only made him more annoyed but he quickly calmed down at the sight of you playing with a cat’s paw.

“hey. i got your favourites.” he placed the tray in the middle. you thanked him as you took a bite into your strawberry shortcake and a sip from the iced americano. you felt butterflies in your stomach, you couldn’t help but to feel this way towards mingi because he never fails to remember all the little things you’ve told him.

the two of you enjoyed your drinks and desserts and talked about anything that came to your mind. mingi was an easy person to talk to. no matter what you talked about or how long you would ramble on a topic, he was listening to every single word that came out of your mouth. sometimes you would carry the whole conversation and he didn’t mind. and neither did you because something about not worrying or stressing over if you were being boring or annoying was what made you love talking to mingi. your voice was like music to him, he could listen to it all day long. he propped his chin on his hand as you continued to talk.

you jump up slightly at the furry feeling the side of your leg. you melt at the sight of a persian cat making figure eights around your legs. another kitten nearby was on its back, all sprawled out. you both were in awe at the sight of all these cute cats around the place. while you fixed your gaze on the cats, mingi had his eyes focused on you the entire time.

step four: confession

everything was going fine. until it wasn’t.

self-doubts and anxiety starts creeping in and you feel weak. you were unsure, because nothing good has ever lasted this long. you had no idea this would happen when approached mingi. but after that day, you found yourself looking forward to talking with him more. and over time, of course, you fell for him. who wouldn’t?

it felt odd. suspicious. everything was going so smoothly with you and mingi. he makes you feel excited to wake up every day and spend your breaks with him. he makes classes and college a little more bearable. you love the way he unconsciously caress your hand under the table like it’s a habit. you love the little things he does for you like sharing earbuds while waiting for your bus. mingi was an angel towards you.

it was too good to be true.

you were hidden underneath your blanket in a fetal position, curled up with your knee to your chest as you quietly sobbed in your room. you felt terrible. how you’ve been avoiding mingi recently ever since this unsettling feeling started to creep in. you tried to bury your whimpers and sniffs as you heard your door creak open and felt the bed dip.

“hey.” no response. he couldn’t see your face. the only thing he could hear was the shaky breath that you tried so hard to hide from underneath the covers. he could tell you’ve been crying for the past hour or even days considering your current state.

“leave me alone,” you snapped at him. mingi pursed his lips at your jarring words, deciding to push it away because he knew you didn’t mean any harm.

he’s noticed, he always does. today is sunday, he hasn't seen or heard from you ever since friday afternoon. even so, you disappeared right after classes ended and he couldn’t get a hold of you. you weren’t at the bus stop as you normally would, it had mingi worried to death. he started to think about his past actions or words to see if any of that had made you upset, but none came to his mind. opting to just stay by your side for now.

“i haven’t seen you in so long, is everything okay?” he asked but got no response. the lump in your throat prevents you from telling the truth, so you kept quiet. you could only shake your head from underneath the covers.

“i’m here for you, i don’t want you to go through this alone.” mingi took a deep breath. he didn’t like seeing you like this. he settled on the bed right next to your figure, you flinched at his touch when he patted your shoulders gently. he didn’t say a word, he allowed you to continue crying, letting out any pain that has been trapped in there. 

and with that, you slowly pulled the covers down. revealing your glossy eyes and puffy lips from the endless hours of crying in your room.

mingi quickly took you into his embrace because he just couldn’t stand the sight of you crying. he’s been dying to hold you. he tells you that everything is okay to be okay and that it’s okay to cry. maybe silence was the best medicine for now, but he felt the urge to tell you that things were going to be okay. he lets you cry in his arms, allowing you to break down as he rubs your back. you buried your face into the warmth of his chest as he held the back of your head and rubbed your back. soft whispers from mingi calmed you down, you focused your mind on his smooth voice to escape the unsettling thoughts that welcomed itself into you.

you pushed yourself off him and took a shaky deep breath, it sounds like you were going to break and tears would storm down your cheeks again but you quickly collected yourself.

“i’m sorry.” you whispered, wiping your face with the back of your hand. you didn’t know what to do now. tell him? or make up an excuse on why you’ve been down lately? tell him that you were afraid that he would leave you? or push off the topic and hope that he’ll buy it?

you played with your hands as you sat there helpless in front of him, until mingi’s voice broke your racing thoughts. “it’s okay. take your time.” he took both your hands in his, caressing your hand with his thumb gently, like he always does. holding them like you were going to disappear any moment now, leaving him alone.

a comfortable silence falls between you and mingi as you both sit on your bed holding each other's hands. until you blurted out the words you’ve been holding back, words you’ve been thinking over and over.

“i love you.”

mingi froze at your sudden confession. releasing his grip on your hands and his eyes widened. he felt like his heart was about to explode. the fluttering in his stomach, feeling hesitant of what to say back because he was definitely not expecting this so suddenly. 

“i…” he began, unsure of how to properly explain the complexity of his feelings, “i love you too, ever since i laid my eyes on you.” chuckling at himself at how cheesy he sounded. unashamed of how stupidity in love he sounds right now, because letting you know how important you are to him was his goal.

giggling at how adorable he looks when he proposed his feelings, loving how he can make you smile despite you being a mess just a couple of minutes ago. loving how being here with you, makes you forget all about those negative thoughts. you took his hands into yours once again. a wave of relief washes you over because now. you didn’t have to worry about anything anymore, not when he’s by your side.

“it’s just…” you drop your head down at his hands as you play with his fingers, “nothing this good as happened to me and i just…” you trail off, feeling the tears in the corner of your eyes coming back. just afraid of you leaving me, was what you wanted to say but couldn’t. mingi notices and instantly intertwines his hands with yours.

“hey, it’s okay. i’m going anywhere, okay?” he reassures you, like he was reading your thoughts. lifting up his hand intertwined with yours to your eye level as his little proof. his action didn’t fail to make you smile.

“thank you, mingi. for being with me.”

“like i said, i’m always here for you. now c’mere.” opening his arms wide with a huge grin plastered on his face as an invitation for you to melt in his arm. you hurled in his arms.. finding solace in the crook of his neck, feeling his warmth and taking in his scent. 

the room was filled with little sniffles from you, sounding like a toddler who’s favourite toy went missing. “sorry for getting my snot on your shirt.” you shyly chuckled for ruining the slightly romantic atmosphere.

“it’s okay, only because i love you.” if hugs healed, mingi would hold you forever.

step five: being a couple

“close your eyes for me?”

“don’t tell me what to do.”

“you—” mingi sighed. “just do it, please.”

“okay, only because you said the magic word.” you quipped with a smirk.

mingi scoffed. when you shut your eyes, he leads you in front of the mirror. he pulled out the handmade necklace he’s been working on the past couple of days. his hands, unlike the rest of his body, were cold. he carefully brushed your hair out of the way then carefully clipped the two ends of the necklace together. turning them to the front and letting them sit on your collarbones.

it was a simple gold chain with a charm, representing you. he was aiming for a piece you would be able to wear casually, fitting with everyday outfits as well as complementing your other jewelry pieces since he knew you liked to layer them.

with anticipation, you asked if you can open your eyes, mingi hum a tune in response. “i got you a little something, i hope you like it.” slowly opening your eyes to reveal mingi’s gift. heat crawling up your face when your eyes laid on the beautiful piece of gold jewelry resting around your neck. there laid a charm, a key.

“baby…” you gazed at your new favourite jewellery while trying to hold back tears. getting on your tippy-toes, reaching for his cheeks to give him a quick “thank you” kiss.

mingi flashed you a huge satisfied grin, “ta-da! we’re matching!” he pulled his own necklace that was hidden under his shirt with the brightest smile on his face, the type of smile that turned his eyes into crescents. instead of a key, his was a lock. you were in awe at the connection and how thoughtful it was.

“thank you mingi, i love it so much.” you wasted no time wrapping your arms around his neck and a quick peck on his cheeks that made his heart burst into a million pieces.

in a short amount of time, you two managed to brighten each other’s day effortlessly. mingi has never been so wrong about his little crush on you lasting three days. even though it was silly, he thanked himself every day for choosing to wear that shirt. who knew something he put so little thought into could turn to be the best thing that’s happened to him? he was so proud to be in love with such an incredible person. a love he would cherish for life.

“thank you for loving me.”

-

happy birthday to the best boy, song mingi <3

i like you more ; draco malfoy

fandom: hp

pairing: draco x reader

summary: you’ve been ‘seeing’ blaise (and draco isn’t too happy about it) but you’re a little distracted by someone else and it turns out blaise is gross, so draco swoops (much to your delight)

notes: my first fic! sorry if it sucks, i’m a bit out of practice, but let me know what you think!

word count: 3285 (i’m sorry)

This morning truly wasn’t unfolding in your favour. You’d slept in, you had no clean tights, your dormmate’s overweight cat, Muffin, had shredded your Potions homework, and your shoelace had dared to trip you as you scrambled out of the dungeons with only a sliver of hope that you hadn’t missed breakfast.

Though of course, you had missed it, and your rumbling stomach decided to protest about it for the whole first half of the day. Which was exactly why Hermione couldn’t concentrate on the wriggly vine in front of her that she was supposed to be letting suckle on an unusually small bottle of grey milk that definitely hadn’t come from a cow.

“Are you alright?” she asked, earning a stern glare from Professor Sprout as she tried to seize the spindly vine between her fingertips.

“Yeah,” you replied, “Sorry, I slept in and it’s been a rough morning.”

She handed you the tiny bottle of milk, silently asking you to try feeding the arrogant little plant while she scribbled a quick diagram of it onto a piece of parchment.

“Were you up all night with Blaise, huh?” she teased, smirking up at you from beneath her long lashes.

Your cheeks flushed, “No, why on Earth would you think that?”

Hermione giggled, “Apparently the two of you are a real thing now.”

The little green plant finally began suckling on the tip of the milk bottle, to which Professor Sprout offered you a commending smile.

“We are not a thing,” you said, eyes flickering toward the boy in question sitting at the other side of the greenhouse, “We’ve only been on two dates, and I’m not even sure if like him like that.”

“Well, you better tell him that,” she nudged her head in Blaise’s direction, “Because he’s been telling everyone that you’re going to the Yule Ball together.”

“Excuse me?” this time, you weren’t even the slightest bit subtle about shooting a look his way, “He hasn’t even asked me!”

Hermione did the best to stifle her laughter in the shoulder of her robe as Professor Sprout called the class to an end. A few seventh-year students filtered through the greenhouse to take the plants away and remove the equipment while everyone else scattered off toward their respective next classes.

“Hey gorgeous,” Blaise greeted, falling into step beside you on your way to Care of Magical Creatures. Hermione staggered her steps and waited until she could start walking with Cho.

You kept your eyes glued to the ground, “Blaise.”

“Do you fancy roses by any chance?” he produced a blood red rose from behind his back, “Because I nicked this one from Sprout’s desk, just for you.”

The bud of the flower looked fairly normal, but the stem was abnormally thick and dark with what looked like blisters in the place of thorns. “That’s a Blooming Akhlys; those bubbles contain poisonous gas and if you inhale enough of it, you die.”

Blaise shrieked and dropped the flower, “Gross!”

You stopped short and rolled your eyes, gathering the hem of your robe to carefully retrieve the flower, “You can’t just leave it here.”

Before he could speak, you turned sharply and hurried back toward the greenhouses. Professor Sprout was relieved to see it returned, and more than a little embarrassed about leaving it unattended on her desk. She wrote you a short letter to pardon your tardiness to your next class and sent it fluttering in the form of a small bird toward Hagrid’s hut.

You set off once again across the grassy grounds, watching your scuffed shoes one after the other until a second pair appeared beside them. You startled a little, looking up to find familiar grey eyes above a cheeky smile, “Far out, Draco, don’t sneak up on people like that.”

He chuckled, “I wasn’t sneaking, you just happen to be particularly imperceptive.”

You rolled your eyes, “Why are you late for class, anyway?”

“Flitwick kept me back,” he replied, “Just wanted to congratulate me on being the most incredible student he’s ever had.”

His grin was making you blush, so you turned your attention back to your feet as you scoffed, “You’re so full of it, Draco.”

He definitely didn’t miss the rosy colour that blossomed in your cheeks, and he felt pretty proud that it was his doing, “Maybe so, but you-”

“Y/N!” Blaise’s holler echoed from further down the hill, interrupting Draco and dissolving his once charming smirk into a disgusted sneer. “I guess I’ll see you later then,” He muttered, and before you could respond his long legs picked up their pace and left you behind.

Blaise was oblivious to the look that Draco gave him as he brushed past, but you still noticed it. “Hey,” you said, “What are you doing? You’ll be late for class.”

Blaise shrugged, “Worth it if I get to spend a little extra time with you.”

He offered his hand, at which you stared with confusion before realising that it was for you to hold. You tried to hide your surprise as you met it with your own, shuddering at the feeling of his sweaty palm.

Through the trees and into a small clearing, Hagrid was organising the class into small groups for the first project of the term. He turned to you and grinned, waving Professor Sprout’s note in the air before turning to Blaise, “An’ why might you be late, Mr. Zabini?”

It was odd to hear Hagrid speak with the slightest bit of formality.

“I was with Y/N.”

Hagrid’s brows rose, “Not accordin’ to Professor Sprout’s letter.”

Blaise looked at you with pleading eyes, and though a part of you really didn’t want to save his ass, you spoke up, “Sorry, Hagrid, Blaise had waited outside the greenhouse just to make sure I got to class okay.”

Hagrid looked between you and Blaise, his gaze falling on your interlocked hands before sighing, “Alrigh’ then, you two can join Mr. Malfoy and Miss. Parkinson.”

Your stomach sank so low you worried for a moment if it was going to fall out of your arse.

Draco was half-sitting on a huge boulder, his long arms wrapped around the furry textbook that was nestled against his chest. His green tie was loose and lopsided, allowing for a few extra shirt buttons to be undone and exposing his milky-white skin beneath. How the hell did this boy manage to constantly look like an off-duty model?

The intrusion of ghastly pink nail polish in the perfect picture that was Draco Malfoy brought your reverie to a bitter end. Pansy was huddled beside him, talking no less than a hundred miles an hour while toying flirtatiously with the lapel of his robe. With the other hand, she twirled a piece of mousy brown hair and as soon as you met her gaze, she winked.

“Well, isn’t this lucky?” Blaise spoke first, “Not often that we get grouped with everyone from the same house.”

Draco’s eyes were trained on the ground, remaining there even as Pansy moved close enough to nearly bump him off the boulder, “How exciting!”

“Great,” you said, trying to force a smile through your half-assed tone of enthusiasm.

Just as Hagrid called the class to order, Draco peered up from beneath his lashes. His eyes were soft, and you could have sworn his pink lips were pouting. You wanted to ask what was wrong but before you could, Crabbe and Goyle appeared and Draco morphed back into his usual, cocky persona.

Hagrid started excitedly explaining the aim of the group projects while the class found various rocks and trees to lean against. Around the border of the clearing was a short brick wall, on which you took a seat seconds before Draco, who decided to sit unnecessarily close. Blaise quickly occupied your other side and slung an arm around your waist. It made you stiffen, and you felt a little uncomfortable but as you put your hand down to grip the edge of the brick wall, your pinkie met another’s. Warm tingles wriggled from your little finger up your arm, lighting a warm fire on that side of your body.

You kept your hand there for the rest of the class, and to your surprise, so did Draco.

“So,” Blaise said as you began your walk back to the castle, “The Yule Ball?”

You shrugged, “What about it?”

“We’ll go together, yeah?” he didn’t seem nervous in the slightest, which kind of annoyed you.

“Is that you asking me to go with you, Blaise?”

He chuckled, “Well, obviously.”

A part of your heart ached as you replied, “Then I suppose I’ll say yes.”

“I knew you would,” he said, wrapping his arms around you and planting a sloppy kiss on your cheek. You wanted to pull away but you couldn’t bring yourself to embarrass him like that. “What do you say we go back to my dorm to celebrate, hm?”

You couldn’t hide your surprise this time, “W-What do you mean?”

“You know,” he smirked, “Practice the kind of dancing we’re going to be doing after the ball.”

Your stomach lurched and you were suddenly glad that you hadn’t had breakfast, “Um, sorry Blaise but I have to get some study done before afternoon classes.”

As you hurried away you couldn’t have cared less about what Blaise might’ve felt from your rejection. You had no idea that he was so disgusting and pushy; he’d always seemed like a good enough gentleman until now.

Once inside the castle you swept through the Great Hall to get some food before setting course for the library. You knew you could find a friend in there to help you study and you figured that it would be the least likely place for Blaise to go.

Sure enough, Hermione was nestled at a table beneath one of the tall windows. “Hey,” you said, setting your books down.

“Hey,” she perked up as soon as she saw you, “I heard Blaise finally asked you to the ball.”

You sat down and sighed, “I guess you could say that.”

“Oh, no,” she shut her book, “What happened?”

You vaguely explained what went down on the walk back from Care of Magical Creatures and watched as her face slowly morphed into an expression of disgust.

“Oh, what a vile little git!” she hissed, dampening her angry voice for the sake of the library, “How dare he even suggest something like that, you’ve hardly been on any real dates let alone decided if you even want to be a couple!”

Tears threatened to fall, but you blinked them back and chalked the emotion up to how exhausting your morning had been. “I don’t know,” you toyed with cap of Hermione’s ink pot, “I want to like him, but something just doesn’t feel right.”

Something being Draco, of course.

“It’ll be okay,” she said as she packed her things back into her bookbag, “Just remember who you are and don’t let anyone tell you what decisions to make.”

Her smile was warm and for the second time that day, you felt comfort overwhelm the uneasiness that Blaise had bled into your body. “Thanks, ‘mione.”

She bid you goodbye to go meet Harry and Ron for lunch, so you opened your Herbology textbook and started idly flipping through pages.

For some reason – though you knew exactly what reason, you just chose to ignore it – you couldn’t get Draco’s soft, grey eyes out of your head. You’d always been good friends with him, not too close but definitely more than acquaintances, and you’d always had a crush on him, but recently it’s felt different.

About a month ago when Blaise first asked you out, you were ecstatic. Your crush on Draco started to dwindle and you found a new hope for love in the form of Blaise’s plentiful compliments and warm brown eyes. Though it all started feeling strange when Draco seemed to vanish from your day-to-day life. It hurt, actually; you never wanted to lose him, and he was still an important person in your life, but week by week he floated further away. You’d hardly seen him until he surprised you today outside of the greenhouses.

“Seat taken?” a familiar voice asked, startling you.

The devil himself stood beside you, grey eyes on full effect with the usual smirk quirking the corner of his pink lips.

“Um, no, y-you can sit,” you wanted to kick yourself as you tripped over your own words, hearing him chuckle softly as he took the seat.

He opened his Herbology textbook and laid out a fresh piece of parchment, “So- uh, I heard that you’re going with Blaise to the Yule Ball.”

Once again, your stomach sank, “Um, yeah, I am.”

“You don’t sound too excited about it?” the little crease between his brows was almost laughably adorable.

“Oh, I am, but you know,” you shrugged, “Blaise doesn’t want to make it a big deal.”

Draco had to suppress his smile, because he knew you weren’t excited about going with Blaise and that gave him an inkling of hope. “Oh, okay, that makes sense.”

A beat of silence swept over the two of you before you spoke again, “Who are you going with?”

“Where?”

“The ball?”

His heart skipped, “Um, I haven’t asked anyone yet.”

“Oh,” you were rather happy with that response, because you knew that the alternative answer would have enraged the green-eyed monster that lived in your belly.

An easy silence settled once again, only interrupted by the intermittent scratching of quill on paper or the turn of a page.

Slowly, Draco let his legs relax and the one closest to you bumped your bare knee. “What happened to your uniform today, hm?” he teased.

You blushed, “I didn’t have any clean tights.”

“And what about your tie?”

You gasped, fearing you’d forgotten it until you felt the silky material beneath your fingertips. You frowned, “I didn’t forget it.”

“No,” he chuckled, “But you clearly don’t know how to tie it properly.”

“You ought to talk,” you scoffed.

He rolled his eyes as he swivelled sideways in his seat, leaning dangerously close and bringing his slender fingers up to the lazy knot at your collarbone. Your breath hitched and got stuck in your throat, making a soft noise that brought a cheeky grin to his lips.

He wasn’t close enough, though. The smell of peppermint and fresh linen numbed your senses; you could feel yourself falling toward him but didn’t have the strength to stop. His fingers worked effortlessly on the tie around your neck despite his eyes staying locked on yours, hope filling them as he let his gaze stray toward your lips.

The unexpected sound of a book falling on the floor scared the both of you, making you jump apart and turn toward the aisle of books on the far side of the window. Then you heard a giggle and a grunt.

“What the hell?” Draco stood and strode over to see the other side of the stack, though he regretted it almost instantly.

You followed him, “What is- Oh.”

Between the bookshelves was a pair of dishevelled Slytherins. Blaise was struggling to pull his trousers back up to his hips while Pansy didn’t seem too concerned about her open blouse that exposed her lacy bra to the whole library.

“Y/N, I-”

“Um, no,” you raised your hand to silence him, “I don’t really care about an explanation.”

“But, Y/N, I swear-”

“Blaise,” you stepped back as he stepped forward, “I really don’t give a fuck.”

Draco snickered and Pansy looked utterly offended, finally deciding to button her shirt up. You turned sharply and grabbed the sleeve of Draco’s robe, tugging him alongside you as you left the stacks and hurriedly collected your belongings from the table. Once you slung your bookbag over your shoulder, the two of you left the library.

You sighed, feeling a strange sense of relief, “I honestly thought that the last place I would run into Blaise would be the library.”

Draco chuckled softly, “He frequents it more than you’d think.”

You rolled your eyes.

“Shit, I’m sorry,” he said quickly, “That was really insensitive.”

“You definitely don’t have to be sorry, Draco,” you stopped at the top of the stairs that led down toward the dungeons, “I didn’t really like him anyway.”

Draco stopped only a step lower than you, making him just about the same height, “Really?”

“Yeah, he’s a bit of a jerk.”

Draco chuckled, “More than a bit.”

“Do you think Hagrid will let us change groups for our Care of Magical Creatures project?” you wondered aloud.

“I bloody hope so,” Draco mumbled.

A short moment of silence washed over you before you spoke again, “So,” you tugged on your half-knotted tie, “Would you mind fixing this before class, because I’ve already lost my homework and I don’t want to give Snape another reason to give me detention.”

The corridors were just about empty. Most students were still at lunch or studying for the remainder of the midday break; it was just you and Draco.

“Oh, of course,” he dropped his bookbag by his foot and started untangling your tie.

Once again he was close enough to completely overwhelm your senses, and you simply couldn’t stop yourself from speaking, “Hey Draco, since I don’t have a date and you don’t have a date, do you want to go to the Yule Ball alone together?”

Shades of pink flooded his pale cheeks, “Alone together?”

His eyes were focused on your tie while yours watched his tongue dart across his bottom lip. You swallowed thickly and nodded, “Yeah, alone together.”

Finally, he looked up, “Well, why don’t we just go together?”

Your heart skipped and you could feel the heat rushing from your neck to the tips of your ears. You couldn’t help but giggle, “Did Draco Malfoy just ask me out?”

He nodded, revelling in the soft sound of your laughter, “Is that a yes?”

“Definitely.”

Tightening his grip on the knot he’d just created, he pulled you close and pressed his lips to yours. Warmth and electricity spread through you, making your legs so numb you were worried you’d collapse, but all too soon, he pulled away.

“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that,” he said, chuckling quietly to himself.

You rolled your eyes, “Trust me, I do.”

He couldn’t help feeling giddy when you pecked his lips again. You laced your fingers with his and began moving down the stairs, but he tugged on your arm to stop you. “What if we don’t go to Potions?”

“Why?” you frowned.

“I’m just thinking, since you don’t have your homework and I would much rather not have this moment ruined by Snape, maybe we could just… go for a walk?”

“A walk?” you echoed, “Draco, there are many things I would rather be doing instead of Potions class, but a walk is hardly near the top of that list.”

“There’s a list?” he asked, smirking.

You nodded, “And it’s very long, so we’d better get started.”

The two of you began walking away from the dungeons. “Should we start with number one, then?” he offered.

“Hm, maybe not,” you replied, “I think we should save number one for a special night when no one will bother us.”

The red in your cheeks was enough to give your thoughts away, and Draco was almost embarrassed about how fast his heart began to race.

“I like that idea,” he said, pulling you closer and planting a kiss on your forehead.

You giggled, “I like you.”

“I like you more.”

END.

“No.” College!AU (GenoxReaper)

Created on: 1/15/21

Requested by: No one. Just decided to do Afterdeath now.

still waiting for requests ;w;

Note from: 1/25/21

sorry if the ending's bad. i was a little rushed since i'd already been stalling this story by 10 days.

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"No." Geno stated firmly as he folded his arms and glared down at the moronic figure laying on his couch.

"But Geeeennn~" The biology major whined, looking up at the scarfed skeleton. "It's so comfyyyy!"

"No Reaper, now get up and start doing something productive." The eyepatched skeleton gestured to the second mug of coffee on the corner table. "Finals are coming up, meaning it's time to study."

"It's fiinnee! I'm smart enough to barely pass and we all know you'll ace them as usual so come sleep with me here on this comfy couch!" The skeleton in the large black hoodie started to sit up, patting on the seat next to him. "There's still room for a beautiful skeleton ya know!"

"Flattery will get you nowhere when dealing with me, Death." The apparently 'beautiful' skeleton rolled his eyelight, trying to remember why he puts up with this idiot in the first place. "Now get off the couch. If you get ready within 10 minutes, we can go do our studying at Crackbucks."

"STARBUCKS?!" With that magic word, Reaper fell face flat off the couch before scrambling through the dorm to change. Honestly, Geno didn't know why he hasn't filed for a new dormmate yet. While he keeps on insisting to Reaper that it's because he doesn't want to end up with an even worse roommate like the salty Leviathan or memelord Epic, the other keeps persisting in stating that he genuinely enjoyed his company.

He didn't. He really didn't. There was no way in Hell Geno actually liked putting up with Reaper's antics. He just didn't want to deal with anyone worse.

As Geno had just listed, while Reaper was certainly childish and teased him often, at least he wasn't an alcoholic who swore up a storm or a prankster who was probably less serious than even Reaper or a proud asshole with an ego the size of the Empire State building like Red's brother, Edge. And with his luck, he doubted he would be able to get anyone decent like maybe Blue.

At least Blue didn't laze around when the finals are coming around the corner.

Sighing, the glitchy skeleton wrapped his scarf around his neck and started to grab his jacket to go out. With how obsessed with coffee Reaper was, he had no doubt he'd be down before even 5 minutes. And as usual, he was right. Within 3 minutes Reaper was hopping over putting on his socks with a different hoodie and jeans ready to go down several cups of coffee.

                                                         ~ >:3 ~

The drive there was... Rough. Apparently a lot of other students also had the idea of studying at Crackbucks since not only was there a bit of traffic, but there was a long fucking line that led to outside the store too. Groaning, Geno decided to test his luck once more.

"Looks like the place is already full, we should go to a different Crackbucks," Geno suggested while the other cocked his head to the side.

"If we leave our place in line, it'll just take longer. The other cafes are probably full too. Might as well wait. Besides, I don't mind having an audience~" The scarred skeleton gave him an 'are you fucking kidding me right now?' look as Reaper just gave him an innocent look.

"Reaper I swear- You know what? Fine. But we're going to study while we wait since that's what we came here to do."

"That's what you came to do," Reaper corrected. "I'm here purely for my caffeine. But if it makes you happy Gen~"

"What would make me happy would be you not using that tone nor flirting with me," he groaned, dearly wanting to get to studying as soon as possible. "now take your book out and get ready to spend the next half an hour studying in silence."

"But Geeennn~ We're here to study together aren't-"

"Reaper." Geno interrupted the skeleton dressed in black, making the face he usually makes when he's about to spit out facts. "You're a biology major, I'm an engineer major. And we barely have any of the same subjects. In fact, the only subject we have together is the English Literature Course. That means the only subject we can actually study together on is English."

"... Oh." Reaper blinked his sockets, presumably realizing that Geno was, once again, right. That really was the only subject they had together. It was also the only class they had together too. "But Geenn~ Can't we study that together then?"

He wanted to say no again. He wanted to say no and that he had a math test first thing in a few days. But, he'd already reviewed his notes last night and they had their english test together afterwards.

"Fine-"

"YES!" Everyone around began to turn and look at him and Reaper bounced about like a kid at a candy store.  Why was he reacting like this? All he did was say he'd agree to studying on the same subject with him? What about it was so exciting?

Did he really say "no" that often? He knew that sometimes he could be a bit overbearing, but he always had his reasons. After all, he was surrounded by a bunch of idiots.

How does one remain sane when dealing with a screeching knitting idiot, a forgetful idiot that pranks everyone with buckets of paint, a grumpy cat idiot and his semi-sane brother, two meme idiots, a flirtacious idiot, a hyperactive idiot, an emo idiot, and a trio of stabby idiots?

He suddenly found himself at the front of the line, Reaper next to him ordering 6 coffee lattes at the register. Suddenly aware of his surroundings, he shoved his hands into his pockets and embarrassingly let his eyes wander the store at random. Fuck, had he really been thinking about that for half an hour? Possibly even more? God, it would be horrible if this ended up being a habit. While his grades were pretty decent as it was, he didn't want to risk falling behind or spacing out to occur while he tried to study.

He tried to pay more attention this time, watching the employee and Reaper talk as Reaper pulled out his wallet and paid for the drinks. Geno couldn't be any more relieved now. Now he could focus on something productive like studying instead of standing around thinking of himself and those idiot friends of his.

"Geno?" He found himself in front of the deserts, Reaper right next to him looking over his shoulder. "Geno, are you okay? You've been just staring at everything silently for a while. Thinking about the finals?"

The determined of the two was a little surprised that the other didn't try to take the opportunity to flirt. He actually seemed serious right at that moment. "Yeah, just a little worried. Hopefully this study session helps out. It's not healthy to do a last minute cram."

"Ha, knowing you you've probably already got the material down!" Reaper chuckled as he quickly looked away, feeling a little flushed. Why did Reaper think so highly of him? Hell, why did he always insist on flirting with him? Wouldn't he have more fun flirting with someone who would actually flirt back like Killer or Lust?

Geno began to walk past Reaper, taking a seat at a table in the back corner where he could have privacy. He didn't like people trying to peek in on what he was doing no matter how trivial it was. He liked his space and privacy, thank you very much. Hiding his embarrassment, he pulled out his textbook from his bag and started to read through the material for English.

The other skeleton sat down with him, rummaging through his own bag before his eyelight fell on the book in Geno's hands. "Isn't that your English text book?"

"Yes, it is." Geno cocked a brow at him as the realization seemed to hit Reaper. Suddenly with a stupid grin of glee, he immediately started digging back through his bag to get his own textbook.

The idiot in black glanced back at the register before looking back at Geno, said skeleton giving him a questioning look before he finally popped the question. "Hey, Geno."

"What is it, Reaper?"

"Do... Do you wanna go to the park with me once finals are over? Just to, you know, relax once finals are done?"

He paused for a moment, opening his mouth to say 'no' and that he'd be busy getting ready for the next semester before hesitation. Reaper did have a point about taking a break once finals were done. He knew all too well what too much stress could do to you. Besides...

He put his book down flat on the table, looking up with a slight smile saying 'well what can I really do?' before giving his answer.

"Yes. I think I'd like that, Reaper."

The Rabbit of Night Raven: Chapter 1: Demons in high places. Pt 1

A collection of drabbles of Valerie and boys, the story takes place after the Diasomnia arc.

"Read pages 46-55 for tomorrow's quiz, otherwise expect immediate failure and remedial classes. You are dismissed" "Meow." Stated a familiar elderly teacher and his cat. One-by-one students were standing from their seats and filed out of the door.

"Gyaah! Finally, it's over. But studying all that sounds so boring." Cried a familiar black and blue trash cat as he slumped over the desk. He felt himself getting picked up by a soft pair of hands whose fingers began scratching under his chin.

"Aww. Don't be like Grim. If you want to be the greatest wizard, then you have to attend class." He felt the fingers gently bopping his nose before swatting them away. Valerie giggled at the sight of Grim feebly swatting away her fingers. She opted to cradle him to her bosom.

"Don't treat me like a pet henchwoman!" He cried but purred at the sensation of her fingers gently scratching his ears. The girl internally squealed at his cute expression.

"Are you done babying him now? Come on." A familiar voice called out to the girl and turned to the source, her first and best friends in Night Raven, Ace, and Deuce. The two boys were glowering at the monster who was engulfed by the girl's bust, but luckily for them, the girl and her monster did not notice.

"Yes, I am." She re-adjusted her bag and walked with them outside the classroom.

"So princess, we're heading to clubs; don't miss us too much." Ace teased and playfully pinched her cheeks. Valerie grimaced at the gesture and rubbed her cheek once he was done.

"I won't, besides at least I can take a break from your lack of brain cells." She smirked at their indignant expressions.

"Hilarious princess. But you still have to deal with Grim." It was Ace's turn to smirk but directed it to the vexed monster in her arms.

"What's that supposed to mean!? I am the great Grim, don't you dare say I'm unintelligent!" He was ready to blow a stream of fire towards Ace if it weren't for Valarie scratching his ears to calm him down.

"Grim, if you start a fight, I'll limit your cans of tuna for 2 months" She smiled, but the cat monster saw through the girl's mask, a sense of dread blowing a cold chill down his spine. Defeated, he let out a whimpering "Sorry."

"Great, now that's outta out of the way, we can text you when we're done." The atmosphere lightened up as Deuce's voice, with the girl returning the comment with a smile, "I have a new movie we could watch, maybe later tonight?" Deuce finished up, walking up to the girl, he places a palm on her shoulder.

"Jack, Epel, and Sebek can't come. They said they got caught up with some dorm stuff, so it's just us."

"Tonight it is." She remarked, giving the two a peck on their cheeks as she playfully walked out, causing the onlookers to eye the now blushing boys with an envious eye.

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The brunette happily hummed as she walked out of the school, and as she made her journey to Ramshackle, her thoughts drifted on how everything was now.

It's been months since her arrival in Twisted Wonderland, and honestly, she loved every second here. Don't get her wrong she missed her family and friends back home and wishes to go back. But she secretly desired for the crow to give up on his research if he did any that is, she loved it here too much, and it was beginning to feel like home. Surely her loved ones can live without her...

Valerie shook her head at the ridiculous thought. What was she thinking? Of course, they would miss her, she has to stop those ludicrous thoughts, she has to go home someday. 

"Valerie, we're here." Grim's voiced snapped her out of her head. Apparently, she was so focused on her thoughts, she nearly crashed into the gate.

"O-oh. Thank you, Grim. I didn't even realize we're here."

"Tch, honestly henchwoman, what will you do without me?" 

She laughed heartedly at his comment, but before she could step on the porch. She overheard a crashing sound. Both students froze. Valerie could feel Grim shaking in her arms from how loud it was.

"W-what was that!? I-I mean, I'm not scared, but where did it come from?" the poor monster tried to brush off his fear, but it was apparent on how violently she shook in her arms.

"It came from the back, let's go and check." He blanched at her words and started to squirm when he felt her move.

"Are you crazy!? I mean, I won't have a problem fighting it, cause no one is a match for the great Grim. But you? You have no magic!"

"I know hand-to-hand combat."

"Even so, you'll be obliterated!"

"Oh, look, we're here." Grim had to do a double-take on her words. Sure enough, they were in the back of the woods, and lo and behold, a large crater stood amidst of it.

"You have no self-preservation." She didn't respond. Instead, she peeked inside the crater. But the sight left both the girl and monster were dumbfounded on what they've discovered.

It was a young man, he appeared to be in his early 20's. His midnight blue hair was in disarray and matted with dirt, his bronze skin was littered with various scars and wounds. An ugly gash was near his forehead and bleeding profusely. His clothes consisted of a white dress shirt, a red vest coat, and khaki pants were torn and stained with blood. He was also missing his shoes.

"Oh my gosh!" The girl dropped the monster in her arms and rushed inside the crater and quickly hauled the young man onto her back, indifferent to the blood staining her clothes. 

"Grim! Go back to the house and tell the ghosts to prepare a medical kit, and hurry!"

"Are you seriously going to take him back with us!? What if he's doing some shady business? Or some kind of criminal?"

"Then I'll have the great Grim to protect me. Besides, helping others is the duty of a human being, regardless of their background." Grim sighed but did what she told him. Not before muttering 'how a reckless human she was' under his breath.

Valerie huffed as she tried to balance both her weight and the stranger's as she tried to get out, which proved to be difficult due to how deep the crater was, which caused her to slip from time to time. But thankfully, she managed to climb up and run full speed back to Ramshackle.

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The door was opened once she got there, and the short ghost came to helped her carry the man to the couch. The ghosts and Grim were waiting for them in the lounge, the medical kit was on the table.

"Jeez, who did he pissed off to get such a beating?" The skinny ghost commented as they watched the two placed the man on the couch.

"Thanks for the help, Bennett." The ghost merely tipped his hat and smiled.

"No problem, kiddo."

"Gerald, please go to my closet and get some clothes. An oversized shirt and a pair of sweatpants will do." The skinny ghost saluted and went upstairs.

"Wilbur, please fetch me a bowl of water, soap, and a towel from the kitchen." The stout ghost nodded and did what he was told. Valerie painstakingly proceeded to remove his clothes. She winced on the number of wounds inflicted on his body. What did he do to deserve such a severe punishment? 

Her heart stopped when she caught the sight of his right leg. It was gruesome, it was a third-degree burn, the skin was in a ghastly shade of black, the skin was so dry and leathery that flakes were falling off. She nearly cried at the sight of it, but she pulled herself together. Now is not the time.

Wilbur was first to come back with the things she needed. He winced at the sight of his leg. She sent him a grateful smile and began her procedure. She gently washed his body, thoroughly removing the dirt from his body, before she patted him dry. She carefully treated his wounds and wrapping them tightly with the gauze.

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"So... Are you planning to tell the headmaster about your discovery?" Bennett inquired as he watched the girl sipped her tea.

The residents of Ramshackle were situated in the kitchen, discussing what to do about Valerie's unconscious guest, and whether or not he can be trusted. Valerie, currently sitting on the counter with a mug of tea in her hand and Grim on her lap, petting his fiery ears. 

"Of course I am, and knowing that crow. He'll probably milk money from him as a reward because one of his students saved his life. Because he's so gracious." She stated as she sipped more of her tea. The sarcasm on her voice was heavy when she spoke the last sentence.

"That guy will gladly take money for himself, and say it's for the school," Grim chimed in.

"But still. I'm bothered about not knowing who he is. He could be a dangerous criminal for all we know." Gerald voiced his thoughts.

"That's what I told her! But no! She refuses to listen to the Great Grim and decides to be a suicidal maniac." The monster exclaims while waving his arms for emphasis. She flicked his forehead. 

"Grim, we can't just leave him there. We live near a forest remember? Who knows what monsters are out there." The stern look she gave made him freeze. Before anyone could utter another word, an unfamiliar voice made Valerie dropped the mug from her hands and spilled the boiling liquid on the floor. Everyone's heads snapped towards the lounge.

"THE FUCKING HELL!? WHERE THE FUCK AM I!?" The sounds of crashing furniture, broken glass, and vulgar words filled the atmosphere. Scooping Grim on her arms, they all swiftly made their way to the lounge, to find their guest on the floor.

It looked like a hurricane pass through. Furniture was overturned, pieces of glass were littered around, and the man was on the floor flailing around like a fish out of water. The blanket that Wilbur provided for him was now acting as a straitjacket.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck! You've got to be bullshitting me!" He let out another flurry profanities, before noticing his bewildered audience.

"Oi Sugar tits, get me out of this."

They were truly surprised by the man, but for different reasons.  Grim was amazed by how fast he recovered and how he managed to get into that position. The ghosts and Valerie were... Appalled by his choice of words.

"Young man, you should not talk to a lady like that!" But he merely rolled his eyes, annoyed at the ghost's nagging.

"Whatever the fuck grandpa. So anyway, get me out of here." Valerie quickly snapped out of her stupor and gently placing Grim down before helping him. Carefully, she placed him back to the couch before untangling the blanket from his frame. 

"Thanks for the help, Sugar tits." Upon closer inspection, she finally noticed the details on his face but was too busy saving his life. He had lovely almond-shaped eyes with long lashes, his left eye was taffy pink, while his right was cornflower blue. His surfer hairstyle complimented his diamond-shaped face. From his sitting position, she can tell he could possibly be Azul's height. He had pointed ears, which made her briefly wonder if he was a fae like Malleus and Lillia. 

The man stretched his arms but winced. He finally took a good look at himself and let out a low whistle.

"Damn, the fucker did a number on me. But you did a pretty good job in healing me up Sugar tits, even if you did a fucking sloppy job at it." He remarked, flexing his fingers.

 Valerie frowned, what was with this guy? He was starting to remind her of one the pervs in and out of school. She counted in her head to calm herself, before asking the question that was in everyone's mind.

"Excuse me, sir, what's your name?"

He looked at her in disdain, as if she made a joke that so awful that she needed to shut up. She wondered if she insulted his pride, but, oddly he chuckled and slung his arm around her shoulder.

"Good joke Sugar tits. Pretending to know who I am hilarious." He gave another mirthful chuckle and brought his hands up to her head to play with her bow. But, she slapped them away before they could even reach. He sat there stunned, eyes wide and mouth gaping as if no one has done that to him before. 

Valerie's lips were pressed into a thin line, her expression was calm. But everyone in the room, including the heterochromatic male, could feel a shift in the air. The aura surrounding the girl was foreboding, and her eyes were locked on him, like a predator watching its prey to make a mistake and go for the kill. Finally, she spoke.

"No. I do not know who you are."

The silence was thick as fog, the noises within the house seemed more prominent as the rest of the residents stared at two, giving uneasy glances to one another. Grim, who has been with her since the beginning, has known what her anger is like. He shivered at the thought of her hellish gaze and silently prayed to the Great Seven to let this man survive.

Her opal-Esque eyes held burning fire as she stared down the man. Her body tensed up, legs twitching erratically, waiting for him to make any reason for her to kick him in the gut.

The man studied her face to know if she's joking or not. Once he confirmed she genuinely doesn't who he is, his curled up in amusement.

"The name's Amane Mania." She sighed, at least one problem is out of the way...

"So I'm guessing you want your reward huh? So what do you want? Money or a fu-"

Amane didn't get to finish and suddenly collapsed on her. Stunned, she peered behind him to see Bennett with a cane on hand and a mildly irritated look on his face.

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"I could have done it myself," Valerie grunted as she carried the unconscious man again, but this time to one unoccupied but clean rooms of Ramshackle.

"I know you could, but I couldn't stand his attitude anymore," Bennet grumbled.

"Yo, Val we're h-WHO THE FUCK IS THAT!?." Ace exclaimed. She turned to find her friends gaping at her in shock, more specifically at Amane.

"Guys! Don't be so loud, I don't want to wake him up." 

"H-Hang on I'll help you." Deuce scrambled to get to the stairs with Ace following behind, once he got there. He grabbed his legs and began to make their way through the hall.

They came across one the doors and she gestured Ace to opened it. Once they were inside, they dropped him on the bed and Valerie covered him with a blanket. Quietly as they could, they walked out of the room and made their way to the now cleaned lounge.

"Okay who the fuck was that? and why does he look like he went through a war?" Ace questioned.

"Grim and I found him in the back of the woods. He was laying on a giant crater and I brought him to get fixed up. Then he woke up and started to call me Sugar tits-"

"He called you what!?

 "And Bennett him in the head. You guys know the rest."

Deuce took a deep breath and tried to organize his thoughts, before speaking.

"Valerie. You mean to tell us you brought a stranger to your home, who doesn't seem to have any respect towards females and healed him?"

"Yeah, that's it." He sighed.

"Valerie, as much as I admire your selfless nature, but you should be careful with strangers. Especially when you get people like that and don't know their intentions."

"Come on guys. You witness me took down people five-times my height. I can take care of myself."

"What he means Princess, we don't know what kind of magic he does or what he's capable of using." Ace injected.

"Well in that case. I'll just use a potion on him to make him feel weak. Professor Crewel already taught us that so I know I can make use of it."

The boys could only glance at each other in worry.

Amane felt a throbbing pain when he woke up.

Grunting, he sat up and held his head. He hissed when he grasped the side where the was gauze wrapped. 

"What the fuck was that?" He mumbled, before taking note of his surroundings. 

He was in a bedroom and spotted a first aid kit near his bed. He gazed down at his body, he was sporting a black shirt and a pair of grey sweatpants.

He tried to get out of bed but hissed when tried to move his legs. The pain was agonizing. He pulled up the right part of the pants and perceived how heavily it was wrapped.

He clicked his tongue. The bastard really went all out, and he was going to bring the pain back tenfold.

The sound of the door brought him out of musing. The girl was back with a tray of food, two boys one had ginger hair and a heart mark while the other had blue and a spade mark, and a weird cat monster of her shoulder. There was clear mistrust on their eyes when they stared at him.

"Glad to see you awake." she offered him a smile and placed the tray on his bedside. He scanned its contents. An egg and chicken fried rice. He knitted his brows and faced her.

"You ain't gonna poison me, are ya?"

"If I wanted you dead, I would have just left you in that crater." She asserted. She sat down on a chair next to him with boys leaning against it, and the monster stretched itself on the bed.

"Besides." The monster spoke, a male by the tone if it's voice. "She's too much a goody-two-shoes to let anyone die. Unless they pissed her off too much." Amane raised a brow on the last part but said nothing.

He took the bowl and brought the spoon to his mouth. He hummed it was pretty good. He began to devour the whole thing, finally realizing how hungry he was. He placed the bowl back once he was finished.

"You're a pretty good cook, Sugar tits." He licked lips in satisfaction. The girl, surprised by how fast he finished the food, narrowed her eyes. The boys scowled at him.

"Could you just ask me my name, instead of calling me that?" The exasperation in her voice was transparent. He raised a brow, but his lips curled in a teasing grin.

"Why should I? When that name fits you so well." Eyeing at her ample bosom. He snickered at how red her face is. She was so fun to tease and seeing the looks on those guys was priceless.

"Ow! The fuck!?" Pain shot through his body, clenching his teeth, he found her adding pressure on his wounded leg. All with an innocent smile on her face.

"Oi Sugar tits quit that!" He let out another string of curse words when she pressed harder.

"You know what she wants." The ginger boy's deadpan voice rang out. Another yelp of pain came out when he felt she dug her nails on his leg.

"Okay! Okay! What's your name!? Fuck." He sighed in relief when she stopped but glared at the still smiling girl.

"Ugh. What's you're name?"

"I'm Ace." The ginger started.

"Deuce." The navy waved.

"It's Valerie, and this little guy is Grim."

"That's the Great Grim, Henchwoman!" She playfully stuck her tongue out, while Grim growled. Valerie returned her attention back to him.

"So. How are you feeling?"

"Besides having a helluva headache, and nearly losing my leg. I'm good."

"That's great. Cause you need your all your sanity on what comes next." This confused him greatly. He was about to ask what she meant when the door slammed open.

 There stood a man in rather extravagant clothing and a crow mask. As soon as his eyes landed on Amane, he visibly froze. Mouth hanging wide.

"No.." He whispered

"Long time no see Crow shit."

"Sir, are you okay? What wrong?" Deuce glanced at Amane who looked like he wanted to laugh. He ignored his students.

"You look tacky as usual." He flinched at his words.

"I see you’re as rude as ever."

"As if I care. You old crow." 

"The nerve! What would you're parents say about your attitude?'

"Probably nothing."

"Such insole-"

A loud cough broke their dispute, and turn their attention to the sole girl in the room.

"Headmaster, don't you think instead of lecturing him about how to respect authority. Shouldn't you be focused on his well-being?" She gave him a pointed look, the man coughed.

"A-ahh. Yes, of course." He cleared his throat.

"I see Ms. Kemonohito has taken good care of you. It warms my heart to know my students are capable of such compassion and selflessness. Ah-huh huh!."

Aman arched a brow while the other four just sighed, already too used at this display. Crowley quickly regained his composure.

"So please tell me, how he ended up like this?"

She told him everything from the beginning. Crowley nodded once in a while. After she finished, he had a contemplative look on his face, or at least she assumed it was one with the mask and all.

"Hmm, how strange." He turned his attention to students.

"All of you come with me for a moment." Crowley quickly stood up and made his way to the door, gesturing his students to follow him. They all stood up, silently following him.

"What was that about? You know him or soemthing." Grim questioned.

"Do any of you know who he is, or at least his family." He finally spoke, the serious tone in his voice startled them momentarily but shook their heads. Crowley frowned.

"Oh dear, this quite a predicament. To think he’ll be back here in school." He muttered under his breath.

"Just what so great about his family?" Ace prodded.

"The Mania family is an old crime organization who ruled Twisted Wonderland before Crewel was born. Though they are disbanded and faded in history, their influence is strong. They have many businesses, and still manage to have loyal followers who will gladly do anything for them, and he was a former student here as well."

This information floored them. To think this guy was part of a mafia group and to top it all that. Now Valerie understood why he looked surprised when she said she didn't know him. She jumped when Crowley called her.

"Ms. Kemonohito, I thank you for saving his life. I'm so proud of having such a benevolent and caring student." He cried once more earning annoyed looks from all four of them.

"Seriously. How old is this guy?" Ace grumbled. 

"However, due to his critical condition, and lack of phone. He will remain in Night Raven until he fully recovers." He gazed at Valerie, she frowned. She knew what comes next.

"Which is why you, Ms. Kemonohito will let him lodge here until he recovers. I cannot ask the dorm leaders due to their duties, and the infirmary is full due to the last Magift practice."

"I have no choice do I."

"Unless you want me to cut off the dorm's budget, then no." She sighed.

"Fine, I'll do it." He beamed.

"Wonderful! I shall inform him right away." He went back inside. Grim glared at his back.

"Grrrr. This again, whenever something happens we always get the short end of the stick! Why can't he be useful for once in his life!"

"The day he's reliable is the day I go back home."

Which she secretly hoped that it never happened. They returned to the room, Crowley was already finished explaining to Amane about the situation, who couldn't decide whether to be annoyed or amused.

"I can assure that Ms. Kemonohito is a gracious host such as myself, will surely make feel right at home!"

"Oh, I'm sure she'll be a great host. Huh, Valerie." The way he said her name, made her instantly wary of him. Even more when he turned to her.

His smile was borderline sadistic, and his eyes held a mischievous glint in them. Valerie felt a shiver up her spine, oh Great Seven, please save her soul. She can already tell that this guy won't make it easy for her. Ace and Deuce scowled at him and formed a wall between them.

"Splendid. I'll be off then." With a flourish, he vanished.

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"Still a weirdo I see." Amane stared at the spot where Crowley vanished.

"Yeah, you'll get used to it," Deuce assured, scratching the back of his head. He turned to Valerie.

"So. Still up for that movie?" She perked up at his words, but before she could say anything, Amane beat her to it.

"Umm. Hello~ Are trying to exclude me? How standoffish of you Ms. Kemonohito. What would that crow say once he learned that you are being unkind?"

He had raised a single brow and propped his face to his hands, all with a shit-eating grin on his face. Ace fumed.

"Hey! You don't own this house asshole! She can do what she pleases!"

Amane turned to him, sporting a bored look on his face as he studied him. Seconds after, he had a lecherous smirk on his face.

"Why hello~ I didn't get a good look at you earlier, but now I do, I gotta say you're pretty hot. Say, after I recover, why don't we booked a love hotel hot stuff~" He purred as he licked lips and eyed at Ace's bottom with such fiery hot intensity.

Ace flinched at his words and shivered when he stared at him with such hunger. Amane then turned his attention to Deuce, who also trembled at his wanton gaze.

"You're not so bad too handsome. Maybe we should do a three-"

Valerie coughed loudly to get everyone's attention.

"Uhh...Why don't we get set up the movie here, Ace go and help Deuce get the projector, while I get some snacks. Grim, you stay here."

The boys briskly walked out before sprinting away from the room. Valerie trailed after them, ignoring Grim's protests. She found them hastily getting the stuff, both having shaken expressions.

"What the actual fuck was?" Ace was carrying an extension wire and mini wireless speakers.

"How...How could someone be so...Shamless." In Deuce's arms was the laptop.

After getting everything they needed. Wordlessly, they made their way upstairs and found Grim struggling to get out of Amane's grip, who was squishing his pink paws.

"Aww, aren't you a cute little piece of shit~"

"Fgua! Put me down ya weirdo!"

"Ahh. So mean."

Ace snickered at the sight, he would have laughed if Deuce didn't nudge his ribs. After setting up everything, Deuce showed them the movie. It was a comedy, Cater suggested it to him. Then he pressed play.

It wasn't even twenty minutes, and Amane began to make licentious and snarky comments about the characters, and the general plot of the movie. He called them out from their costumes to their acting. The boys covered Valerie and Grim's ears whenever he made a perverted comment.

"Dayum~ Look size of that guy. Bet he's packing something bigger." 

"Seriously? How the fuck people find that funny? Even burning trash has better humor."

"How much longer is this movie. It's fucking boring!"

As much as boys wanted to beat the shit of him, they can't due Valerie holding a vice grip on their arms, a silent plead to not to do anything stupid, lest they get in trouble. They grudgingly oblige but cast resentful glances at him. After the movie, the boys were very hesitant to leave her but assured them she'll be fine.

"I dealt with overblots. I can handle a rich boy."

That didn't reassure them but eventually left because she reminded them of  Riddle's curfew. After waving goodbye, she was headed to her room, when...

"Oi Sugar tits! Bring me another pillow!"

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(A/N: I decided to make this a two part chapter)

bodyguard - miraculous ladybug

w/c:1.1k

warnings: none

summary: In which an unordinary school girl finds herself being assigned to watch over Adrien Agreste by none other, the famous fashion designer, Gabriel Agreste after an agreement to help the super villian to get the ladybug miraculous and cat miraculous.

a/n: When I first drew up my idea of a humming bird Kwami, I thought I was really original until I found another humming bird kwami artwork on reddit and a humming bird miraculous story on A03. Also I lost inspiration and motivation for this so I just left it at where I lost motivation :p

Y/n, head over to the car, from now on, you’ll be attending Adrien’s school to make sure he is kept safe at all times”, Gabriel Agreste directed you, without looking up from his screen. You quickly saluted and slipped out of the room, scampering over to the car where Adrien’s body guard after school was waiting to drive you over. A few days ago, you were watching the news when a new villain called Hawkmoth had appeared on the screen, clearly after the miraculouses.

Honestly, at first you couldn’t care less, but it was no time until you wanted to help the so called Hawkmoth out, just for the adventures and fun, no ulterior motive since there was nothing in your life you weren’t satisfied with. And finally, after extensive research, you had found out who was Hawkmoth and he had gladly taken you up as an apprentice after a few tests to make sure you weren’t working for ladybug or cat noir. He presented you with your very own miraculous, the hummingbird miraculous, said to have come from one of the many destroyed miraculous boxes and could only be worn by those who were young. You vividly remember, as you had lifted the white box’s lid gently, Hawk moth’s eyes staring intensely at you, a burst of rainbow colours exploding and a kwami emerging. She had introduced herself as Colibri and after a basic run over of the powers that came with this, you were ready to start your apprenticeship.

“Everyone please settle down and welcome Y/n L/n”, Ms Bustier smiled gently as you stood stiffly in the center of the room. Adrien seemed to have no idea of you being his new body guard..

You waved, “Hello, I hope we can all be friends?”

“Of course, you’ll make plenty of friends in no time! Please take a seat at the back”, Ms Bustier looked down at her clipboard, a flash of realisation passing her eyes, “Oh! And Adrien, Mr.Agreste has requested for you to sit next to Y/n in order to continue attending school.” The said boy quickly got up and grabbed his tablet of the table, of course, not without giving his friend a sorry look. You could feel the burning gaze of two students, but you paid them no mind, they were coming from a girl with blue pigtails and one with a blond ponytail. As soon as the blue haired girl realised that you had caught her, she looked away in rage, but the blonde haired girl kept staring, until she finally got caught out by the teacher. “Nathaniel, please move down to Ivan or Nino.”

Adrien sat himself down beside you and attempted to interact with you, only for you to send a harsh glare his way and point at the board where Ms Bustier was busy explaining some literature work. “Pay attention Adrien, your father didn’t allow you to attend school only to mess around and not pay attention”, you frowned at him, to which he sheepishly smiled and got back with his work. For the rest of the lesson, he didn’t try to interact with you which was a good thing for you, and you were able to concentrate on the lesson. It wasn’t long before the bell had rung, signalling lunch. Everyone hastily rushed out of the classroom, but Adrien, who was taking his sweet time packing his bag and you could see the same blue haired girl peeking through the windows. The Dj looking guy was also waiting for Adrien.

“Yooo, dude, what’s up? I’m Nino, Adrien’s best friend!”, Nino grinned, raising his red cap with his fingers.

“It’s wonderful to meet you Nino, I’m Y/n, Adrien’s body guard.” The exchange was short, but by your few words he could tell you were almost just as stoic as Gabriel Agreste, or you just took your job seriously.

Here you were, embracing your new job, standing outside the bathroom waiting for Adrien. It was only then that the same blonde haired girl came strutting up to you, a girl scrambling to keep up with her behind her, carrying stacks of books. “Who do you think you are?”, with every word she jabbed at your chest, “Getting all close with my Adrikins”, she sneered, “don’t try steal him from me, not that you’ll be of any competition anyways. I mean look at your clothing style! That’s so out of trend, probably from some department store. Disgusting.” The other girl quickly nodded in agreement, poor her..

“I do know who I am. Adrien’s bodyguard and unless you would like him to be put in danger, leave me alone, or I can’t guarantee what will happen with you next darling”, you grinned mischievously, brushing past her shoulders gently as you leant towards her ear, examining the way beads of sweat trickled down her face.

“Ugh, whatever! Sabrina! Let’s go!”

“Ah yes Chloe!”, they strutted out of the room, more like Chloe strutting and Sabrina struggling to follow.

“Dumb kids...”, you muttered under your breath, spotting your kwami give you a disapproving look. The door creaked open, Adrien popping out, “hey? Everything good? I heard Chloe.”

“It’s wonderful to know that you associate her with trouble.”

“Wait! You got it wrong, it’s not like that!”

“Hmm, you sure?”, you bent over backwards, staring at him before bending back and dusting off imaginary dust on your hands. “We should get going Adrien, class is going to start in 5 minutes.”

“Alright”, he trailed after you and to both of your surprise, the court yard was empty. A notification came up on Adrien’ phone, the two of you leaning in to watch.

“Don’t be bemused, it’s just the news! Lady bug is at the Eiffel Tower, fighting what appears to be a very similar looking person to her. We advise that everyone should stay inside as we watch this fight unfold. Where is Chat Noir? Has he been captured? Stay tuned for more!”

“We’ve gotta get you to safety Adrien”, you quickly ushered him back into the locker room, opening up a random locker and shutting it on his face despite his protests.

“What about you!?”

“I’ll be fine, it’s my number 1 priority to keep you safe, now stay in there and I’ll come back to get you when it’s all over.”

With those words, you ignored his words, running into the bathroom to transform so you could help get rid of one of the pesky heroes to make the job for Antibug easier. Your kwami,  Colibri, was completely unaware of your evil intentions, thinking that you were going to help ladybug. Your h/c hair was let out as a white body suit adorned your body, rainbow coloured ribbons wrapped loosely around your arms and legs and a purple jewel in the middle. You also got a white face mask to hide your identity. Wasting no time, you jumped out of the window, using the ribbons on your arms to bring you towards the Eiffel Tower, along with the aid of your wings which were the same kind at your kwami’s.

Cinnamon Coffee

Shinsou x fem!reader

A/N: hey ya’ll I’m looking for shinsou fanfic inspiration, so if ya’ll have something you want to see dm me (no lemons plz). I wrote this a year and a half ago and there hasn’t been a shinsou fic since so... long overdue

. . .

Shinsou often blanked out most of the daily coming and goings of his day. After all, his daily routine was rather simple. Going out for coffee in the morning, going to class, going for a jog, then returning home to his beautiful... cats.

The hero in Shinsou's story was coffee. His endless sleep deprivation was especially apparent in the morning, and his wake up cup was the only way to look semi-alive. But how does a broke high schooler afford to buy coffee every morning?

With that in mind, he came to the realization that his true hero was the girl who he saw pretty much every morning. She seemed to be his age, and was the daughter of the owner of a cute little coffee shop called Red Bean Cafe, which served pastries and coffee at a jaw-droppingly affordable price. Not only that, but the customers all seemed to adore her.

Shinsou would specifically take a detour away from school to grab a deliciously simple cup of black brew from that cute barista. She made it best, regardless of the price. But as much as he wanted to get to know her better, he always had to hustle to class.

The familiar tinkling chimes greeted his ears as he walked into Red Bean one normal morning. The sun was just starting to peek out from behind the clouds, casting the small shop in a tranquil, golden glow. It was moments like these that Shinsou tried to remember, and not take for granted in his busy day.

There were just a couple sleepy looking people sitting in the cozy booths. The barista, (y/n), as her nametag said, was quietly frosting cookies at the counter.

There was something magical in the way she looked, cast in that gentle light. Her hair swayed slowly around her face as she moved, hands expertly squeezing swirls of frosting onto cookies. The cute way she leaned back to take a sip of coffee before pushing her glasses up and returning to her work caused warm fuzzies to emerge in Shinsou's heart.

As she noticed him come in, a cheery smile bloomed on her face, and she waved sweetly at him. He greeted her with a small smile as well. It warmed him up inside to know that she recognized and was happy to see him.

As he neared the counter, she set her frosting down and whisked away into the kitchen, quickly coming out with the signature takeout cup. She had a mischievous glimmer in her eyes. Before he even opened his mouth, she gracefully slipped the coffee across the counter to him.

"House blend, no sugar, no milk." She had a playful smile on her face, voice still quiet as to not disturb the other patrons. His wide eyes turned into a soft chuckle as he paid.

"Thank you..." He really had grown quite fond of her. Not just because she supplied him with his morning dose of energy, but for some unknown reason, he had started looking forward to just seeing her in the mornings. Maybe it was the adorable way her melodic voice would tinkle when she called his name out for coffee pickup, or maybe the way she smiled so purely to greet him as if she was as happy to see him as he was for her.

Yes, he found himself entranced by that girl. And judging by the way her eyes sparkled as she talked to him, he was sure that his feelings were reciprocated.

With a satisfied smile on his face, he took the warm cup in his hands and said a thank you before turning around to continue his walk to school.

"Ah, please wait a moment sir..." Her quiet voice came. He noticed the cute way she called him sir, even though they were practically the same age.

"Hmm?" He turned around, letting his sleepy eyes return to her. Her hair fell over her eyes as she fiddled with the ends of her apron.

She seemed to regret her spontaneous outburst for a second, before she fumbled with a rather large cream topped cookie and stuck it out to him with an embarrassed look on her face.

"I-it's on the house. I hope you like cinnamon." She stuttered, blushing slightly, looking down. Little did he know, she knew exactly who he was, he was in the Sports Festival after all. His handsome features had instantly drawn her in, and his determined personality and straightforward words kept her hooked.

But she knew that it was rather weird to just tell a stranger that you knew them, but she did want to get to know the mysterious purple haired boy. Thus, an offering of a cookie. Shinsou let out a tired chuckle and took it from her trembling hand.

"I love cinnamon. Thank you very much." He reached out, purposefully brushing his fingers against hers for a second before accepting her gift. With a parting smile at her flustered form, he left the cafe. God, she was just too cute.

. . .

Since that day, Shinsou had wanted to make the sweet barista a part of his daily routine as well, not just her coffee. But he found himself unable to stay and chat with her because she had other orders to fulfill. He noticed with a smug sense of pride, that she never gave anyone else an extra cookie.

So one day, he dragged his sleep-deprived body out of bed early enough actually spend time in Red Bean, instead of just grabbing a cup and beelining out.

The familiar bells tinkled as he pushed the door open for the hundredth time. She waved energetically from behind the counter, frosting cookies before rush hour.

"Good morning sir! You're so early today!" Shinsou had once decided to ask her to call him by his name, but he enjoyed being called sir a little more than he should of. Little did he know, (y/n) was just avoiding the fact that she had mildly cyberstalked him.

It was another beautiful sunrise lit morning, and not a single person was in the shop. The cafe looked straight out of a fairytale, and the center of attention: she and her cheery presence fit in perfectly. He glanced at his clock, it was barely past six.

With a small wave, she slipped into the back, he assumed to grab his prepared cup of house blend, and wrap up a cookie for him. He never ordered one, but she always gave him a yummy pastry. He thought they were so tasty anyway that he didn't have the willpower to say no.

But he didn't like the fact that he took cookies for free (even though she wrapped one up every day without hesitation), so he always made it a point to pay in the form of a tip, a caring fact about him that she quickly noticed.

Silently, the perfect amount of money was given, and the coffee was passed over. He hesitated a moment, not really knowing if he should talk to her here, and opted to simply settle down in a cushy chair.

He munched on the flavorful cookie, aimlessly looking at her bustling figure, frosting-coated fingers brushing a speck of sugar off her nose.

She noticed his gaze with a small smile, noticing that he was actually sitting down, before making the decision to put off cookie making for a moment, and joined him instead.

With a quiet huff, she plopped down in the seat across from him, giving him a nervous smile. He tilted his head to the side, taking another bite, watching her settle in and sip some coffee of her own. There was a comfortable quiet in the air as if they were old friends having a day out, instead of strangers. Today, it seemed as if the cafe was for the two of them and the two of them only.

"Try the coffee out... I put a little extra something in it." She chimed quietly, soft voice blending in effortlessly with the dreamlike quality of the room.

He raised an eyebrow over his raised cup, before cautiously taking a sip. The dark, rich, familiar flavor of the mysterious Red Bean house blend washed over him before a deliciously sweet spice snuck in on him in the end.

"Mm... you put cinnamon in it." He mused, before taking another long sip, savoring the new flavor. It was quite a tasty change from his daily routine.

He thought she looked so adorable, with her chin in her hands and elbows on the table, leaning toward him slightly to get a good look at his reaction.

"What do you think?" She asked with a slight smile on her expectant looking face.

Looking at her doe eyes, he smirked slightly, a naughty idea crossing his mind. He set the coffee down, leaning in closer to her until he was inches away from her face.

She flushed, with a wordless stutter, confused at his sudden proximity. But she didn't pull away, opting to stare at his glimmering eyes instead.

"If you want to know so bad... why don't I let you try some?" He murmured, before pressing his lips against hers.

He didn't see her eyes widen in surprise, as his were closed to enjoy the moment. She felt his mildly chapped lips tint hers with the bitter touch of coffee, before a sweet taste of cinnamon. She hesitantly moved her lips against his, liking the feeling of having him so close. All too soon, he pulled away, leaving her dazed.

"What do you think?" He rasped quietly, looking with satisfaction at the trance-like expression on her face.

"I- er... uh... good? I-It was really sweet..." she sputtered.

He raised his eyebrows at her in amusement.

"S-shinsou... don't look at me like that..." She chattered, her burning embarrassment scattering her thoughts. While she considered the purple haired patron extremely attractive, she never thought that he would ever kiss her.

"Oh, so you do know my name." He stated smoothly, leaning back with a smirk.

She hid your face in her hands, cheeks burning as she realized her slip up.

"I-I... well, you're kinda f-famous! A-and... I write it on your coffee! And yeah!" She sputtered, shaking her head and rocking slightly in her seat.

"I like the way you say my name... I think I even prefer it over 'sir'..." He took another quick sip of coffee, causing another firework of red blaze to erupt over her face. After a moment of silence, she spoke again.

"W-why did you kiss me?" She mumbled out. "That was my first kiss..."

He quirked up an eyebrow, feeling a little guilty. But he couldn't have helped himself.

"I was your first kiss? Sorry I didn't ask... but I'm glad I took it before someone else did." He smirked, after realizing that she wasn't really angry. He leaned an elbow against the table, resting his cheek on it, playfully looking at her.

She looked down slightly in embarrassment, twiddling with the ends of her hair. She shifted a bit, before brushing her hair back and looking up.

"Well... now what?" She fidgeted awkwardly. Shinsou leaned forward, smoothly lifting a pen out of her breast pocket. His proximity to... that area caused her to blaze a blush that outshone the sun.

He scribbled his number down on a napkin before sliding it over to her.

"Call me and maybe I'll answer that question." He smiled smugly. (Y/n) nearly fainted at how smooth this boy was being.

Just then, a tired looking patron walked into the shop, looking around for the missing cashier. Sending Shinsou a final flustered glance, she snatched up the tissue and scampered away to the cash register.

With a satisfied look on his face, he scooped up the remnants of his food, before slipping out the door.

Taking a sip of his delicious drink, he decided that this adorable little cinnamon roll of a girl would definitely become a part of his daily routine.

Marichat May Day 6 || Hold my baton

"Purr-incess, are you okay?" Asked Cat Noir when he landed on Marinette's balcony.

Marinette was sitting on her chair, wrapped in a blanked and hunched over. She didn't look up or speak, only nodded.

As Cat Noir approached her, he realized why. He felt his heart clench in his chest when he saw her red, puffy eyes and tear-stained cheeks.

She'd been crying.

But what unsettled him was the hard-cover textbook next to her on the wooden side table with a squished, purple butterfly.

An Akuma.

Cat Noir swallowed. "Marinette?"

Now she looked up at him, startled that he had used her real, full name rather than a nickname.

"K-kitty?"

Her voice was hoarse and weak. She sounded desperate, which only served to break Cat Noir's heart even more. He sat next to her and scooped her up into his arms.

He rested his head on top of hers. "Mari, I'm here for you. You can tell me what happened, or not, that's fine too. I want to help."

Marinette buried her head into his chest, shutting his eyes tight.

"Do you need anything?" He asked. His concern was almost too much for her, but she held back the urge to cry again.

Instead, she took a deep, shuddering breath, though it didn't seem to do much.

"Don't leave," She whimpered. "Please stay. Please stay here and hold me."

"I wasn't planning on doing otherwise." Cat Noir reassured her. He rubbed slow circles on her back, trying to calm her down and comfort her. "I'm here. I'm not going to leave. I promise you that."

It took a few minutes of silence for Marinette to be emotionally stable enough to speak again.

"Thank you, Kitty." She said. Cat Noir wiped off the remnants of her tears with the pad of his thumb, cautious of his claws.

"What happened." He asked, his curiosity getting the better of him.

Marinette sniffed, and Cat Noir was worried she would break down again, but she took a deep breath and started her story.

"Th-there's this girl in my class, h-her name is L-Lila. You know her, r-right? Her voice was shaky, and Cat noir vowed he would get Lila back for whatever she had done to his princess.

"Yeah, I know her. Did... did she do something?"

She nodded slowly. Cat Noir took a sharp inhale. As Adrien, he had made Lila promise never to hurt the people that he loved and cared about again after she had gotten Marinette expelled. He was gonna make sure Lila got what was coming for her.

"What did she do?"

"She t-told my friends these h-horrible things about me, and n-now, none of them want to t-talk to me. I-I don't know what she said, b-but they believe her. They w-won't even let me explain myself." Marinette let out a dry sob, having already cried all her existing tears.

"And the Akuma?" Asked Cat Noir, tightening his grip around her.

"I-It's the th-third one th-that's come f-for me t-today." She croaked. "Mme. Bustier s-squished the f-first one, and I m-managed to run a-away from the second." She explained in between sobs.

Cat Noir let her cry, offering comforting words to her. Though they fell to deaf ears as Marinette only continued to cry.

A dark butterfly flapped towards them, catching Cat Noir's attention.

No. Cat thought, trying to keep himself from getting angry enough to be possessed by the Akuma.

His princess would not get akumatized, not today, not ever. He wouldn't fight her.

He couldn't fight her.

He raised his hand and called on a cataclysm. All he had to do was brush his finger against the delicate wings, and it disintegrated.

Marinette looked up, her eyes wide in shock at what happened.

They both failed to notice the other Akuma Hawkmoth had sent. The first was only meant to distract them.

Cat Noir didn't see it until it was too late. It had gone into a string of beads sticking out of Marinette's pocket, which he would later realize was the lucky charm Adrien had given her on her birthday.

The charm he had given her on her birthday.

Marinette shook. "No." She murmured. "No... No. No!" She kept repeating the word, her voice getting louder and louder.

The glowing butterfly silhouette appeared over her face.

"Princess Justice. I am Hawkmoth. I can give you the power to-"

"No!" Screamed Marinette. "Leave me alone, Hawkmoth!"

Cat Noir knew he should go. He would be vulnerable if Marinette got akumatized. His ring would be easy to obtain, but he just couldn't bring himself to leave Marinette by herself.

So he stayed.

Hey couldn't hear what Hawkmoth was telling her, but by her hesitation to shoot him down again, it seemed tempting.

"I can give you the power to bring justice to those who have wronged you, in exchange for the Miraculous of Ladybug and Cat Noir."

Marinette's breath hitched. She could get her revenge on Lila, prove to everyone what a liar she was. Then, when she was done, she could go after Chloe, then XY and Bob Roth. She would be unstoppable.

"Princess, I know this is hard for you-"

Cat.

"-But, please, hear me out. No Akuma victim has ever succeeded, have they? Hawkmoth is just using you, he doesn't care about helping you. He just wants the Miraculous for himself. Marinette, I don't want to fight you. The last thing I want is to have to harm you. Please."

"Go away!" Marinette cried out. At first, Cat Noir thought she was talking about him, but then realized she was talking to Hawkmoth.

"Get out of my head! I don't want anything from you!" She jumped to her feet and shook her head vigorously, trying to get him out. Eventually, the butterfly silhouette disappeared from her face as Hawkmoth gave up, at the Akuma left her charm.

"M-Marinette, are you okay?" Asked Cat Noir.

"I'm a little dizzy, but otherwise, I'm fine."

Cat Noir pulled her into a hug, sighing with relief.

"Cat?"

"Yes?"

"Am I a bad person for considering accepting Hawkmoth's offer?"

Cat Noir looked at her, surprised at her question. "Are all the other akumatized victims bad people?"

"No... I guess not."

"Then that's your answer."

They sat in silence, watching the sunset, until a group of teenage girls walked by, talking loudly.

"Oh, no." Groaned Marinette.

"What is it?" Cat Noir looked over the railing, spotting Alya, Rose, Juleka, Mylene, Alix, and... Lila?

"Hold my baton." He instructed. "Imma go fight some bitches."

"Cat!" Giggled Marinette, her laughter bringing joy to his ears.

"You can't do that! You're a superhero! And you shouldn't be using that kind of language, either!"

"Alright, you got me." He raised his arms in surrender, then, his eyes lit up. "Can you join me for a walk?" He asked.

His ring beeped a warning; they had three minutes.

"You're about to transform back."

"It'll be quick." He promised, offering her his hand.

"Alright." She gave in, taking his hand in hers.

Cat Noir used his baton to lower them down where Lila and Marinette's friends were walking. He rested his hand on the small of her back and held her close to him. Marinette tensed.

"Trust me, okay?" He whispered into her ear, then turned to the group of girls a few meters away from them.

"He there!" Cat Noir saluted them. "You're Marinette's friends, right?"

They turned around, shocked.

"Cat Noir? What are you doing here?" Asked Alya.

"Oh. I was just hanging out with Marinette." He explained.

Lila shot a glare at Marinette.

"What a coincidence! Lila was just telling us how you and her got into a relationship recently!"

"As in, dating?" Asked Cat Noir.

"Yeah, you're dating Lila, right?"

Cat Noir shook his head, genuinely confused. "That's news to me."

"Lila said you'd say that because you don't want anyone to know. She said you're doing it to protect her from potential threats." Explained Alya.

Lila grew nervous, realizing she was about to be caught in her lie.

"I already have a girlfriend."

He said the statement so naturally Marinette almost believed him.

"Who?" Asked Alya, her interest clearly sparked.

"If I say, you can't post it on the Ladyblog, or anywhere else for that matter."

"Deal." She said, not even hesitating.

"Marinette."

A round of gasps emerged from the group.

But Lila started at them skeptically, clearly not believing them.

"Prove it." She challenged.

"Gladly. May I, Purr-incess?" He turned to Marinette, waiting for her consent. Meanwhile, Marinette was having an internal panic attack. Would Cat Noir really kiss her? Should she kiss Cat Noir?

Well, it was only one kiss, it's not like she didn't trust him. Besides, the look on Lila's face would definitely make it worth it.

Marinette gave him a slow nod, but even after he asked, nothing could prepare her for the feeling of Cat Noir sealing her lips with his own.

The kiss was sweet, innocent. Marinette almost laughed at the fact that Cat Noir had to lean down to kiss her, but she didn't. If she laughed, she'd have to pull away, which was the last thing she wanted.

Cat Noir's ring beeped.

"Well, I gotta run!" He said, pulling away and giving them another salute before reaching for his baton. "Word of advice: Don't believe everything you're told, especially if it comes from her." He gestured briefly towards Lila, and then used his baton to lift himself onto the rooftops, before disappearing into the sunset.

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After a long and tired argument with Lila, Alya turned to Marinette.

"Girl, you really need to start telling me things like the fact that you're dating the hero of Paris. In fact, you're going to tell me everything right now!"

Marinette flushed red. "Um. The sun's almost set, shouldn't you be getting home?"

"Fine, but you're going to tell me everything tomorrow!"

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Parts: 1 / 2 / 3 / 4 / 5 / 6 / 7 / 8 / 9 / 10

I didn’t ask for this pt2

(Trigger warning harsh language, mention of rape against a minor..I do not own BNHA or any canon characters)

It was the next day and Kaminari had woken up in recovery girl's office. His body felt heavy and sore, his head still hurt and his memory was a little fuzzy since he was still groggy. Rubbing the sleep from his eyes, Denki noticed the bandages and memories started to flood his mind. He shook lightly, holding his knees to his chest but the seemed to make him short of breath. "Oh good you're awake, how do you fee Kaminari?" Kaminari shrugged, he didn't know how he should feel "s-sore" his voice was hoarse from lack of talking. He winced and grabbed his throat, Recover girl reached into her mini fridge and got out a bottle of water and held out a two different pills. "Swallow these for me bud, these should help you." Denki silently did as told and swallowed down the pills and water. When he was done he looked to her and asked quietly. "C-can I go to my d-dorm?" Recovery girl nods, lowering the bed and allowing the blond to get down. Dizzily standing up, his toes curled at the freezing tile floor the brought on shivers. Keeping the towel around himself  Kaminari made his way back to the dorms. He didn't think about the fact that he was wrapped in a blanket and scattered bandages, barefoot. Luckily when he got inside the common room was empty, he must've woken up early or they were already in class. He went up to his dorm, opening the door, the blanket dropped when he got into his room. An overwhelming feeling of disgust, and shame washed over him as he looked at himself in his mirror. Quickly grabbing some clothes to change into, he goes into the bathroom and starts the shower water. When the blond was ready to get in, the bandages were unraveled  and trashed them. Stepping into the hot steaming case, Denki took a deep breath in and sighed. He started to wash himself up, his washing of the light foamy soup turned to harsh scrubbing with tears streaming down his face. The memories made his skin feel hot, sticky, and all around disgusting. His hands were trembling and his saliva felt utterly cold, this was anxiety! He didn't even react to the hot water pouring right down onto his head. He could feel his world spinning and voices overcrowded his mind. 'you fagot freak' 'you cheated on him and he deserves better'  'you disgusting fagot' 'you're weak and disgusting!' Finally stumbling and slipping into the back of shower, Denki fell to his knees and cries. Soft sobs emit from the male who could hardly believe what had happened to him the night before. When Denki gathered himself enough to get out, he staggers to his feel and wobbles out. Grabbing a towel he dried himself off until he got dressed in a comfy off the shoulder pastel dark blue sweat shirt and grey sweat pants. Heading back to his dorm as he lets his hair air dry, he shuts the door and locks it. Denki got into bed and under his covers, wanting them to swallow him up and make him disappear. In class the students noticed that the white board had the words 'just take your seats'. Noticing their electric dunce wasn't in class, the students seemed a little concerned. "hey I though Kaminari was coming back last night? He usually does?" Spoke Sero, Kirishima nods "I know, and he usually texts us." Bakugou did his usual 'tch' and rolled his eyes "I swear if that witch did something to him, again I'm going to blow him to pieces and take his cats." Midoriya then came over with his phone "Shinsou texted me to ask if Kaminari came back since he never got a text from him." That only made the Bakusquad worry more, obviously Bakugou didn't show it like his friends. The group was soon interrupted by Aizawa who walked in looking more tired than usual. It was just exhaustion, he seemed to have something on his mind as he came in. The students could sense this, and hurried to their seats. Some were getting out their pencils since they knew they'd have a test today. Aizawa halted them, "Put your pencils away please" his voice left no room for argument even if it was soft. The students obeyed with confusion written on their faces. Aizawa then seemed to be thinking through the silence of his kids. Before anyone could ask him anything he sighed before starting up again. "As some of you may have noticed, Kaminari Denki isn't present today. His situation is something I will not disclose with vivid detail but I will tell you that he may not come for a little while. Please do not pressure him for answers. What I will tell you is, be careful when you leave the school campus especially at night. If you leave to go to town for groceries or to see family, please leave with a friend. I understand you teens like to be independent, and that you're heroes in training with well working quirks but. Things happens and there will be people with quirks that they can manipulate you, that can p-paralyze you." Aizawa tried to hide his own emotions but, his students could tell that something had happened and, that this was their teacher's protective fatherly side coming out. Kirishima hesitantly raised his hand, Aizawa nods allowing the red head to speak. "I-Is Kaminari okay?" Aizawa sighed "physically for the time being yes, mentally we don't know, please don't force answers from him...he's been through too much." He says the last part quietly so his students couldn't hear it. The students remained silent "The test will be an automatic A for you all...the test is canceled." this confused his kids but then didn't question it a loud, not wanting him to change his mind. To be honest Shota canceled the test because he couldn't take that situation, that scene of his violated student out of his mind. It sickened him to see his student in such a state. Sure he was a pro hero and had seen horrific crime scenes and had been in many mutilating battles but. This was one of those times where the ball hit too close to his house. The Bakusquad couldn't take their minds off of what their teacher had said and they were wondering what had happened to their dear friend. They knew not to pressure him for answers from the way Aizawa spoke. When he talked about walking alone at night and about people capturing you with their quirks. It brought chills down their spines and a sickening feeling that something terrible happened to Kaminari. Their lunch table was quiet and dull with out their bubbly blond dunce, to liven the mood and do something to have them belly laughing. Silently eating, and thinking the worst in their heads as the time seemed to go on forever. They wanted to see their friend, to check up on him, let him know that they were there for him but. Would that be too much? Would that be wrong? No. It should be right, they're establishing trust and not badgering him for a story. So there's nothing bad about the intentions as long as its addressed correctly then it should be okay. So who would raise the suggestion? "hey guys, d-do you think we should check on Kami? Not to pry but just to make sure he's alright and stuff." She was hesitant to ask this but smiles when Kirishima agrees. "yeah I mean, he's our friend so why not." Bakugou did his classic 'tch' as if he didn't care but responds. "Not that I fucking care or anything but, I know you dumbasses would be upset if I didn't come." In truth Bakugou was worried, Kaminari was like a brother to him he just never would admit it to anyone's face yet. Sero smiles "Yeah alright I'm in, though we probably shouldn't ask too many questions." After school the bakusquad got to their dorms, almost forgetting their plans to visit their friend until dinner. Mina helped Bakugou clean up after dinner while Kirishima was putting the left overs in the fridge when she remembered. "Oh shit guys we need to go and check on Kaminari!" Kirishima face palmed and nods while shutting the door. "Yeah, well we can see if he's hungry and get him something if so." Added Sero, Bakugou hopped off the counter top he was sitting on and now they were heading up to Denki's dorm. Walking up to the door, Mina knocked softly, waiting a few seconds the door was cracked open then slowly opened it a little more seeing his friends. "H-hey g-guys." You could see the tear stains, red puffy eyes, slightly red pinkish sniffly nose. The bandages, the slouching, shaking and his slightly jittery behavior. "Hey Kami dude, can we come in?" Denki looked a bit anxious but nods, stepping aside to let his friends in. "Kaminari are you okay?" Asked Mina worriedly, Denki sniffed and wiped his watering eyes with out a vocal answer he just shook his head. "do you want to tell us what happened?" Kaminari slowly went back over to his bed he shrugged all he could get out of his rough voice was. "I-I didn't want this" Reaching out to comfort him, Kaminari flinched from his Sero's hand. He couldn't handle being touched right now as he still felt disgusting and scared. Holding onto himself tightly and curling up into a ball. "Oh Kami hun, whatever happened must've been horrible. Just so you know we're here for you man." Encouraged Mina "Yeah dude we're here if you need someone to talk to." Kirishima added earning a small nod from Kaminari. Clearing his throat he fiddled with his fingers, lips quivering as he talked. "Th-thank y-you g-guys...b-but e-even you w-would l-leave me if t-told you." His gaze was down and his eyes watering. "Kami dude no way would we leave you, I mean its not like you murdered someone right?" Sero asked Kaminari nods, the raven haired student continued. "It doesn't have to be in graphic detail man but, whenever you're ready, you can tell us."  The care in his voice seemed to ease the blonde a little, holding onto the cuffs of his sleeves he huffed. "O-Okay then...I-I-" For some reason Kaminari could hardly get out much, his breath began to quicken and tears ran down his face as his chest heaved. Mina was quick to react softly rubbing his back made him jump a little but her comforting touch helped. "shh its alright man take your time, right now just focus on your breathing." Coaxed Kirishima, it took some tears, gasp, stuttering and shaking as Denki explained with not too much detail. In the end Kaminari was curled up under a blanket with his friends there to comfort him.