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kjdkive · 10 months

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it's always been you.

pairing: jungkook x reader (afab)

genre: slowburn, brother’s best friend

warnings: cursing, jungkook being so boyfie

summary: when you get stuck on a date with a total asshole and you need someone to pick you up who else are you gonna call in a new city where you only know your brother and his best friend.

a/n: if you actually like it, tell me if you want a part two cause im honestly thinking about writing one. and if you are gonna read it, you can tell me and i’ll put you in the tag list <3 and also you can always send me an ask if you have any idea for me to write. and also i got this from a “someone write this” tiktok but decided to put more of my stuff in it. if i find the user i’ll let you know

i hate men, i really do. i’ve been single for a while, for the same reason. don't get me wrong, men are really hot and sometimes smart, it's just my bad experiences with men that aren't helping. i moved to a new city for an internship and talking to my friends back home they convinced me to “put myself out there” that maybe “i’d find the one” as if i had time.

now that i think about it, i was so stupid for listening to them because now i’m here, stuck on a date with a total asshole i found on tinder. it was good at first, not gonna lie. i swiped right, we matched, he made sure to compliment me: call me pretty, beautiful, majestic even and we even had actual conversations. so i said “why not? what’s the worst thing that could happen?”

the date was going well... until it wasn’t. we were talking about what we wanted to do with our futures which is a total important question on a first date.

“i don’t know, i feel like if i get married i wouldn’t let my wife work, she has to take care of my kids, be grateful that i put food on her table and take care of me.” jisung, my date, said while trying to grab some pasta from his plate.

i was shocked, i thought he wasn’t gonna be like that. “what do you mean? your wife is not your mother to take care of you and kids are a two-person job.” i told him.

“oh god, don’t tell me that i just made angry your feminist heart.” he laughed “it’s true, though, what i’m saying. are you finished? let’s go back to my place.”

“i’m not finished actually, and back to your place?” i asked him.

“yeah, well, i paid for your food so the least you can do is go back to my place.”

oh, dear god. what have i gotten myself into? but i really was not in the mood to get in a fight with a man that won't understand why what he's saying is totally wrong.

“uhm, i’d like to ask for dessert.” i told him.

“but you'll have to finish it fast, i wanna go already.” he rolled his eyes.

i ordered a chocolate cake just to make time while i excused myself to the bathroom and called my brother for help. “why are men always like this?” i ask myself while dialing my brother’s number. it's either they’re mysoginists or they’re cheaters. last time i got a cheater now i got a mysoginist. wow me.

one ring, two rings, three, four, five… nothing. damn it. i call again, begging the universe for him to pick up the phone and come get me because i was scared to leave alone, i mean i am new in this city, i don't know the bad neighbourhoods and i am not too familiar with the public transportation here. also, this horrible guy was gonna be my ride back home but my brother doesn’t pick up and now i’m doomed.

“fuck you, taehyung, wherever you are.”

the only other person i knew in town was my brother’s best friend, who’s probably with him so i should call him because yeah that seems reasonable, right? but what if i bother him? what if he’s not with my brother and i called him for nothing?

"hello?" i hear a voice from the phone. apparently, i'm so stupid i dialed accidentally.

"hi, jungkook, how are you? it's y/n."

"hey, are you okay? is everything alright?" he asked, sounding more aware, more awake.

"uhm, yeah, just... i went on a date with this guy but he turned out to be an asshole and he was supposed to be my ride back home so i was gonna ask you if taehyung was there with you so he can come pick me up."

"text me the adress and don't move from wherever you are."

"jungkook, don't—" and the sound of him hanging up made me not finish my sentence.

i text him the adress and put my phone back in my purse again, wash my hands and go back to the table where i see jisung on his phone and a piece of chocolate cake in front of him. i sit down and start eating it, really slowly, trying to make time until jungkook come get me.

"can't you be faster? i told you i wanna leave." jisung asked me.

"well, you know already i am a slow eater."

as i am biting the cake i hear a voice behind me.

"let's go now."

i turned around and it's him, jungkook. his outift was not helping, or his voice, or his tattoos, or his piercings, or his hair for how handsome he looked right now. it had been a while since i had seen him, he had less tattoos and longer hair.

"y/n, what the fuck?" jisung asks angrily as we both stand up.

but as i am standing up and getting near jungkook, jisung tried to grab me from the arm. "do not fucking touch her, you hear me?" jungkook told him, while grabbing me from both arms gently and getting me to stand behind him. and jisung sat down, defeated, not giving it enough importance to make this a problem.

jungkook took my hand and also took me out of the place, making us both walk to his bike in the parking lot.

"jungkook, thank you and i'm so sorry for that, i just didn't know who else to call, i know no one here."

"you don't have to apologize and neither thank me, it's alright." he said, giving me a sweet smile as he put a helmet on my head.

"thank you."

"what did i just say?"

i laugh. "you're right. okay but..." i see him already sat on his bike "can you not go so fast, it's my first time getting on one of these and i'm kinda scared, not gonna lie." i ask him while sitting behind him, putting my hands around his waist.

"just enjoy the ride, doll, nothing to worry about."

he doesn't give me time to respond because he's already putting his foot on the gas (if that's what you say about bikes, because i have no clue how these ones work) and i'm already cursing him out.

i feel the air hitting the little part of my face the helmet is not hiding, and i let myself rest on jungkook, hugging him tight, resting my head on his back and feeling safe. well, now this wasn't so bad. we stopped at a red light and i felt his hands caressing my legs. it felt good, really good. i couldn't lie how much i was enjoying this, how much i didn't want this moment to be over.

"would it be so crazy if i ask you to go faster?" i ask him.

the light turns green and i feel the speed already. i let out a squeal as i hug jungkook even tighter. i felt so alive.

and then it was over.

he parked and we both got off the bike.

i try to take off my helmet and as soon as i do i feel a pair of hands over mine "you don't take it off like that, silly." jungkook giggles.

"my hair must be a mess." i said, as i try combing it with my hands.

"you're more than alright, y/n, don't worry." he tells me, while he also runs his hand through my hair giving me butterflies.

butterflies... what?

"well, thank you."

"you're more than welcome. but this is where i go back."

"don't you wanna come upstairs? have a drink or something with me. i haven't seen you in a year." that came out faster than expected and i don't know from where this courage is coming from. i'm not usally like this with jungkook, at the end he's not really my friend, he's my brother's.

he looks at his bike and then at me "uh, yeah, i'd love to."

"you got yourself a sweet appartment." jungkook tells me as soon as he enters and starts taking off his shoes.

"thanks, i got really lucky. you want some wine?"

"ew? you don't have beer?"

i grab him one and pour myself a glass of wine.

"god, i don't know why i went out with that guy, actually he seemed fine at first, you know?"

"and i could see from miles away that he was a dick, his posture, his vibe. i don't know how you didn't notice."

"well, i'm sorry, mr. vibes." i rolled my eyes, playing with him.

we get to talking, an actual really enjoyable conversation of what we were both doing here, how i was doing with my intership and him with his promotion on his corporate job at a really young age. we were both doing amazing, and we were having a really good time. and there was this feeling again, of not wanting it to be over. not once in our lives have we been alone, my brother was always there or just someone. we never got to do something alone even when we were younger and jungkook went to my house for dinner and my mom asked us to set the table so this was a new one. he also looked so handsome tonight, making those weird butterflies worse.

"i'm sorry, that was a really long story. but i've been wanting to thank you again for picking me up and saving me from that prick. i really needed that." i tell him while i get myself more comfortable on the couch. "i hope you weren't doing anything important and i interrupted you with my annoying problems."

"i was hanging out with some friends back at my place, actually." he says, while putting his head back on the couch, letting me see his neck and that little tattoo behind his ear.

"what? jungkook, oh my god, i'm so sorry i wouldn't have called you if i—"

jungkook laughs, standing up from the couch.

"are you going back to your place? god, i'm so sorry." i stand up with him.

"shut up." he laughs again.

"what? no, i mean it."

"shut up, y/n."

"what? why?"

"i did have some friends hanging out back at my place and yeah, i was busy." he starts, while walking slowly towards me "but that didn't matter as soon as you called me and told me you needed me. because whatever you need i'll run through heaven and hell to give it to you, walk the whole planet barefoot if you needed me to."

our faces are just milimiters apart from crashing into each other's.

"it's just because i'm your best friend's little sister." i tell him, almost whispering.

"no, it's you over your brother anytime." he grabs my face, his thumbs caressing my cheeks. "it's you, y/n, it has always been you."

i prepare myself for the kiss, a kiss that's going to change whatever dynamic we had for years. but there's no kiss, just a soft touch of his upper lip against mine.

"but we'll talk about it later, when you haven't come from a shit date."

he grabs his jacket and lets himself out of my appartment.

i want to say something back, tell him that leaving me like this it's unfair, but nothing comes out of my mouth, just my hand moving to my mouth trying to remember the lingering touch of him against me.

i was left there speechless.

#bts #bts fic #jungkook smut #jeon jungkook #jungkook drabble #jungkook fluff #jungkook #bts smut #bts fluff #bts x reader #bts jungkook #bts imagines #bts idol au #jungkook fanfic #jungkook i love you seven days a week #bangtan

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ghouljams · 5 months

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college au soap is the guy who does no homework, skips most lectures, sleeps in class, has a firework display of a social life, somehow gets along with the teachers and has the most niche troublemaking stories to tell but still manages to obtain stellar grades

college au ghost is the quiet dilligent guy who everybody questions why he would ever hang out with someone as infamously chaotic as soap

Oh good I can use my dad's delinquent stories for Soap this is great. I have many College AU thoughts. Thank you for letting me be abnormal about these boys and their ability to function in an academic environment.

I disagree with Soap skipping lectures, I think he goes to every single one just to get them off course with his questions. Raising his hand every time to ask if the chemical properties of whatever the professor is talking about might be more useful elsewhere. The professors know he's basically a walking demolitions unit and they respond accordingly. He's well loved for being one of the smartest students in the chem major, but yeah the only homework he does is for labs. Soap and Gaz know everyone on campus, they have a "guy" for everything. If you want to know where the parties are you just have to find Soap.

Ghost is the quiet guy everyone thinks is a delinquent until they hang out with him and Soap and suddenly you realize oh no actually Soap is the troublemaker and Ghost is trying to keep him in line. College Ghost got hit a little too hard with the uncanny autism mannerisms stick. He stares a lot, stands a little too close, visibly moves away from people trying to touch him, finds strange angles to sit in because it's more comfortable... He's the campus cryptid. He is the absolute joy of his professors, oh my god. He doesn't do much talking in class, only offers a few corrections or comments that always come off as put downs because he just sounds like that. So he goes to office hours for his professors and has philosophy debates. When I tell you he's the golden boy... He's gotten multiple personally selected scholarships, no one has ever seen him turn in a paper on time.

Gaz is always in Price's office. He has a chair in there, that's his chair, he brought it and it's his, do not sit in his chair. He knows the dirt on every student in his major(and in band, but he actually likes them). I want to say if anyone is skipping class it's Gaz, but with two majors I think he's in class all the fucking time. He skips at least once a week just to get some fucking sleep. Do not ask Gaz how he's doing he will just stare at you. He's got 3 papers due tomorrow and you're asking him how he's doing. Is already being fought over by three different embassies and he just turned in his paperwork for an internship. Looking into graduate school because Price recommended it, and hating every second of it. Loves learning, hates school.

Price is the dream professor, but he's also got the most conflicting rate my professor reviews. You either love him or you fucking hate him. "I learned things about military conflicts I didn't even know existed" says one review. "Told me I had the moral backbone of an eclair because I didn't want to take sides in a class debate" says another. "Office hours overrun with band kids, you'll never get help unless you play tuba" says a third. Everyone is thirsting over him. He does his best to look professional for lecture but that just means a button down that inevitably will have the sleeves rolled up and a few buttons undone by the end of class. Love notes on the backs of tests are a frequent occurrence for him, but maybe if he stopped slutting it up in lecture this wouldn't be a problem. Has been told by administration multiple times that he can't smoke in his office, but he's tenured so what are they gonna do?

#ghoul speaks #simon ghost riley #john soap mactavish #kyle gaz garrick #captain john price #college au

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dreamofjoys · 11 months

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What do you think of Yandere Malleus with bubbly reader? That they also love Malleus but never notice his yandere tendency and thought Malleus love her too ?

— c/w: yandere themes, gn reader, not in an established relationship, jealous malleus, unintended manipulation, reader is very oblivious, mentions of kidnapping

— a/n: I actually saw this ask while I was in the middle of my internship. I told myself that I will write this out when I have time (even tho my req inbox wasn't open that time) but it somehow got buried in my inbox T-T im so sorry // also I don't think I have written reader as bubbly as intended...

Yandere Malleus with a bubbly reader is a very entertaining combo

Entertaining cause the both of you probably aren't even aware about Malleus's yandere tendencies - I think he probably won't even know its a "bad" thing and just list it as part of his own nature

One such example could be when your shoe laces came off, and some nice guy in the school decided to help you tie them since you were carrying heavy books

Malleus had caught sight of the guy kneeling down to help you tie your shoe lace and oh boy, he was furious, thinking that it's a human courting ritual. And the guy looked like he was proposing to you too, is he trying to take you away from him??

He immediately appears in front of you, giving his hardest glare to the poor guy who was already trembling in fear in Malleus's presence before running off to god knows where

"Hey tsunotarou!" Forgetting about the guy, you turn to look at your crush who has already kneeled down in front of you to retie your shoe laces, casting a simple cleaning spell to rid off any "dirt" on your shoes

"My dear, are you okay? That previous guy looks dangerous. He might harm your feet when he was touching you just now." The reasoning doesn't even makes sense, but the only thing that registered into your head was his given nickname to you

Your face turn into a deep shade of red, thinking that maybe, perhaps, Malleus likes you back? He was even worried about you getting hurt!

"Im okay thanks to you now, Malleus!" You grinned, tip toeing to give Malleus a quick peck on his cheek.

If you were any observant, you would have noticed the tip of Malleus's ears turning red. Unfortunately for you, he is good at masking his expressions, so you can't really tell if you made the right move. However, the hum of approval coming out from him means he doesn't mind the kiss, right?

You have no idea how Malleus went back to his room that night, determined to not wash his face just so that he could your "kiss". He was even willing to cast a protective spell on his cheek to keep it permanently there if not for Lilia's persistent nagging.

He was fine with it at first, thinking that he could perhaps get another kiss from you

However, he was furious when he saw you whispering something into one of your friend's ears.

Why are you so close to them? Your lips are almost touching their ears, do you plan to give them a kiss too?

If he can't keep your kiss, then he will make it so that you can't give your kiss to anyone other then him.

He does the same thing again, teleporting beside you and giving a cold yet deadly glare to your friend, silently asking them to stay away from you.

You were obviously surprised when you friend suddenly backed away from you, running off to the opposite direction from you.

The surprised turned into shock when Malleus leans down and asked you what's wrong. His hot breath fanning over your ear, sending chills down your spine. He was just tryna see how you would react to him doing what you did to your friend.

Was delighted to see your flustered face, especially when your sweet and kissable lips says his name and sparkle eyes looking up at him, the ones he loves to stare at so much.

"That friend of yours was about to hit you, so I thought that I should come and save you."

"Thank you, Malleus! You are the best!" You wrap your small arms around his stiff body, squeezing it to givehim a hug.

Malleus starts thinking that he might faint right there and then from how happy he is.

Better watch out next time, he might just kidnap you and keep you beside him so that you wouldn't give your hug to anyone

#twisted wonderland #dreamofjoystwst #malleus draconia #imagines #y/n #diasomnia #twst malleus #twst yandere #malleus yandere #yandere #yandere male #yandere malleus x reader #yandere malleus draconia #yandere malleus #twst imagines #twst x reader #twst x y/n

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sitp-recs · 2 months

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liv, do you have any idiots to lovers recs? I’m thinking things in the vein of “keep it down” by warmfoothills; where draco and Harry like each other so much but are just so dumb about it! it also works if only one of them is an idiot (usually Harry, my oblivious king!!) huge bonus if they have a big, combined friend group that everyone in it either 1.knows they’re in love with eachother bc duh or 2.already thinks they are dating/fucking

It took me ages to post this but if you’re still around I got you, anon 🫡 That’s also a favorite trope of mine, I adore that warmfoothills fic. Here are some recs for you, I’ve had so much fun putting this list together. I also did a reclist for roommates AU a while ago. Hope you enjoy!

Still Life (2019, M, 3k)

Take A Stab At It by @sorrybutblog (E, 3k)

It’s a bit pathetic, Harry knows, to have a hard-on for the guy who bullied you in school. Kind of cliché to look back on years of obsession and hatred and think, Oh.

Closer by @pennygalleon (M, 5k)

All who know them are convinced that Harry and Draco are a couple. But that's just ridiculous.

Tread That Fine Line by disapparater (E, 5k)

Harry could cope with being in love with Draco, it was the needing to get fucked by him that was driving Harry insane.

Mise en Place by @corvuscrowned (T, 5.5k)

Draco needs to learn how to cook, and luckily, Harry knows his way around a kitchen. The fact that Draco is using his newfound cooking skills to impress another man... Well, Harry just tries not to think about that too much.

Two of Us by @sorrybutblog (E, 5.5k)

The gang goes to a gay bar. Or: five times Harry accidentally pretended to be Draco’s boyfriend and one time Draco told him to put out or shut up.

Per my last letter (I hope you choke on it) by @fluxweeed and @lastontheboat (T, 10k)

Or: the one where Harry has writer’s block and Malfoy isn’t helping.

Party of Two by fireflavored (E, 13k)

Drinking, sex, and a total misreading of the concept of fuck buddies.

Take the Moon by @tackytigerfic (M, 15k)

Harry Potter has always wanted a family of his own, and when a deadly blood curse forces him into a marriage bond with his best friend Draco Malfoy, it looks like he might just have found one. It's just a shame they’d always planned to break up after a year…

An Act of Kindness for One Harry Potter by a Sympathetic Draco Malfoy by 0idontknow0 (E, 15k)

As Draco leaned on the wall to wait for them to get dressed, he could not help feeling like he had done a very kind thing by disrupting them. Someone should give Potter a better rogering than that sorry sod had. The man had saved the bloody world—okay, mostly Europe—the least someone could do was give him a proper shag.

It's Friday (I'm in Love) by @punk-rock-yuppie (E, 16k)

At first, Draco only hangs out with them on Fridays after work; then he starts shagging Potter after pub nights. Then all the rest of the gang tries to befriend Draco and even worse, Potter tries to date him. It’s an absolute disaster, if you ask Draco. Or, Draco and Harry fall in love over the course of several Fridays and some other days of the week.

solemates by @shiftylinguini (E, 17k)

It starts because Harry has no self-control when it comes to meaningless and entertaining competition. Actually no, that's not quite right. It starts because Harry is absolutely plastered.

Five Weddings and a Potions Accident by lauren3210 (E, 19k)

In which Harry thinks he’s a playboy, everyone else knows better, and Hermione will kill Seamus if Ron tries to collect on that bet.

Nothing But You On My Mind by @moonflower-rose (M, 29k)

Potter has been in Australia on an internship for almost a year, and Draco cannot wait for him to get back home. They'll finally have a chance to talk about their feelings for each other. What could possibly go wrong? Loads, as it turns out.

Around You Moves by ignatiustrout (M, 29k)

Harry knew Draco was gay when he invited him to move in. He’s never had a problem with this. So why does he feel so weird about Draco bringing men home all of a sudden?

(The Piece) I was Missing All Along by lauren3210 (E, 30k)

Draco and Harry have been flatmates and best friends for years, and Draco thinks life is just perfect that way. But when something comes along and threatens to take all that away, Draco has to decide what it is he really wants, and just how hard he's going to work to get it.

A Love Story of Less-Than-Epic Proportions by InnerLilith (E, 39k)

Harry and Draco are just friends. Sure, they work together, and live together, and go to gigs together, and do pretty much everything else together—so what? That’s just what friends do. And Harry has no interest in messing with their friendship. He certainly doesn’t need everyone else constantly meddling, pestering them to just get on with it and get together already. He’s having a hard enough time as it is, trying to come to terms with the fact that he probably isn’t ever going to find love. But who needs love, anyway, when you’ve got a best friend?

Another Heart Whispers Back by @slytherco (E, 53k)

At twenty-five, Harry Potter is still a virgin and sorely lacking in options to change that state anytime soon. To help him find a plus one for Ron and Hermione’s wedding, and maybe kill two birds with one stone, Harry’s friends set him up on a series of blind dates. The only problem is, there’s something not quite right with each of their candidates.

Nights With You by @the-sinking-ship (E, 58k)

Draco is mortified when moments prior to departing for the most anticipated destination wedding of the year, he is cruelly dumped. But when he learns that Harry Potter has, at long last, split with his horrible boyfriend, Draco is certain his luck has changed. Never a man to squander an opportunity for revenge (and what would probably be a spectacular shag), Draco vows to make Potter his for the weekend.

All Must Draw Near by Saras_Girl (M, 61k)

Harry doesn't have time for rumours; he has a shop to run. Which is just as well, really.

The Pure and Simple Truth by lettered (G, 65k)

Harry, Draco, and Hermione go to a pub. Harry, Draco, and Pansy go to a pub. Harry, Draco, Pansy, and Hermione go to a pub. Harry, Draco, Hermione and Ron go to a pub. Harry, Draco, Hermione, Ron, and Pansy―you guessed it―go to a pub. I could go on. In fact, I did. Harry, Draco, Hermione, Pansy, Ron, Blaise, Luna, Goyle, Neville, and Theodore Nott go to a pub. In various combinations.

#asks #anon #Drarry reclist #idiots to lovers

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mymoodwriting · 1 year

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Request for Anon (Yandere Sugar Daddy NCT U) 9k, assault, verbal assault, physical assault, slut-shaming, public humiliation, bullying, name calling, smut, unprotected sex, fingering, penetration, blowjob, handjob, creampie, gang bang, breeding, pregnancy scare, forced pregnancy, non-con, kidnapping, yandere, bad ending, blatant disregard for womens reproductive rights

“Leave me the fuck alone!”

This wasn’t the first time you had answered the phone in such a manner. Screaming into the little speaker, hoping to blow out the eardrum of the annoying caller, and then hanging up. It was a very frustrating ordeal.

“Damn girl, what’s your problem?”

“It’s nothing, Mina. Just trying to get my point across.”

“Is someone bothering you?”

“Bingo.”

“Then why haven’t you blocked their number?”

“Oh I have, but obviously they still know mine. So whenever I get a call from a random number, I answer by screaming.”

“And how long have you been doing that for?”

“Uh… a little over a week now.”

“Seriously? And they still haven’t gotten the message?”

“Nope.”

“You know, what if those calls are important?”

“I don’t have any jobs or internships or anything that I’m waiting to hear back on, so it’s highly unlikely that’s the case.”

“Maybe you should change your number.”

“That would mean spending money I don’t have.”

“Really? Says the girl who has paid her tuition in full and doesn’t owe a penny in student debt. All because of some mystery job she won’t tell me about or share!”

“Well, you know me.”

“Yeah, I do.”

You and Mina were close friends, having met here at Uni your freshman year and sticking together through it all. Now you were at the start of your final semester, ready for one last ride before starting a new chapter of your life. Of course the campus was jammed back as new students were moving in, and freshmen were trying to navigate this new place and find their classes. It was a really beautiful day too, and you had yet to start any of your classes, so you were in a pretty good mood. You knew you probably wouldn’t feel the same by the end of the day, but it was best to make the most of it now. That is until you were suddenly yanked back, and came face to face with someone you really didn’t want to see.

“You’re such a fucken bitch.”

Jeno’s words dripped with venom. To say he was pissed would be an understatement. He was also the last person you wanted to see right now.

“What the hell are you doing here!”

“Why aren’t you answering our calls?”

“Oh, I am answering. I just don’t wanna hear what you have to say!”

“That’s not solely for you to decide!”

“Yes, it is. If I want to end things, I can, and I have.”

“Without a proper explanation? You’re kidding, right?”

“Does it sound like I am?”

“You’re being ridiculous.”

“Leave. Before I call security.”

“We are not leaving until we talk.”

“We?”

You heard it then, the terribly familiar sound of a car engine, two car engines to be specific. You looked over and saw the vehicles pulling up, two gentlemen exiting each one, and making their way over to you. In the moment you attempted to run off, but Jeno grabbed your arm and dragged you towards them.

“There she is.” Ten teased. “Where ya been hiding love?”

“Fuck off! I want nothing to do with you! Any of you!”

“Yeah, we got your text. Now explain yourself.”

“What’s there to explain? I’m breaking up with you, period.”

“See that’s the thing.” Johnny grabbed your chin and forced your eyes to meet. “Where did that silly idea come from?”

“My head. Or is that too hard to comprehend.”

“Easy now, princess. You’re begging for punishment if you keep acting like this.”

“I’m not playing any games here.” You pulled away from Johnny. “We’re done, now leave.”

“That’s hardly an explanation.” Jaehyun hissed. “Do the last four years mean nothing to you?”

“Are you really all that dumb? Our relationship was just an exchange of goods and services, nothing more.”

“Is that so?”

“I’ve told you all about my dreams and aspirations for the future before. When did I ever include you in them?”

Yuta scoffed. “So you really just whored yourself out to us for four years so we could pay your tuition? And now that it’s all been paid off, you’re done with us?”

“Bingo. Maybe you’re not that stupid.”

“This was all just a fucken game to you?” Jeno yelled. “Four years?! A fucken game!”

“Not like you ever made a serious move, did you now? Any of you for that matter. So don’t come bitching to me about a broken heart or broken promises. It’s not my fault you caught feelings when I wasn’t sending you any fucken signals.”

“Yeah? What about all the nights out? The dinners, the trips, the clothes and accessories?”

“Dinners, and trips, you invited me out on. I never asked to go anywhere. As for the clothes and other stuff, that’s all at your place, isn’t it? I never kept any of the fancy expensive stuff you got me, did I? Nor did I ask for anything. I owe you nothing. You got what you paid for, more than that actually, but I’m fine leaving things as they are.”

Your words had certainly stunned them into silence. And you also meant everything you said. It was certainly fun to be with them, to get a little slice of that kinda life, even if it was just for a while. You knew it wouldn’t last though, and that’s the mentality you kept, the one that kept you from falling for them. They were just rich guys wanting someone to mess around with, and now that their no-strings attached fuck buddy had left them, they were panicking. You said your peace, having to spell it all out for them. It was good to get it off your chest though, and with that you’d make you exit. Or at least that was the idea.

As you turned around to leave, you felt a hand grab your arm and yank you back with enough force to drop you to the ground. You couldn’t get back up as they surrounded you. By then your whole argument had been noticed and a crowd of students and faculty had gathered around. Having this conversation out in the open was already embarrassing, and all the attention was making it worse. Although they were about to increase that exponentially.

“Whore.” Jaehyun spat. “Any money spent on you was clearly a waste. The only way you could think about getting through uni was to spread your legs. I bet you slept around with your professors too.”

“Excuse me!”

“Do you even have any brains?” Yuta questioned. “Or are you just playing pretend so you can wear a cap and gown, and show off some piece of paper.”

“Fucken-”

You tried to get up but Jeno got his foot on your chest, pinning you down. You struggled to get him off, but he was putting all his weight on you. When your eyes met him you could see he was still pissed, and if possible, he was way more enraged now.

“You found someone else to spread your legs for, didn’t you!” Jeno yelled. “Whoring yourself out for whoever can benefit you the most!”

“Get off of me!”

“Why? Don’t you like having men on top of you?” Johnny kicked dirt at you. “Fucken slut.”

“Ya!”

“Just do what you do best.”

Yuta and Ten started yanking your legs apart, and you kicked and screamed at them. Although you stopped when Jeno put more weight on you and you struggled to breath. You were clawing at his leg, but he was relentless.

“What’s going on here!”

Two officers from campus security approached and all the boys stepped back. Jeno moved away and you took in a deep breath, sitting up and coughing a bit.

“We’re leaving.” Ten smiled. “No need for an escort.”

“Hold on now, you can’t-”

“Just let them go.” You spoke. “I’m not gonna make a big deal out of this.”

The officers didn’t do anything more, and so the boys walked off. Soon enough you heard those damn engines again, but you didn’t dare look over at them. For a moment after they were gone everything remained quiet and still, and then Mina came over to help you stand, the crowds starting to disperse.

“What the hell was all that?”

“Remember when I told you I got a sugar daddy…”

“Yeah, daddy, as in one, not five! Also, I didn’t believe you.”

“Well I wasn’t lying.”

“Clearly. And you couldn’t share any of them?”

“They’re not exactly easy to deal with.”

“Is that why you’d always ditch me? Disappear on weekends? Why we couldn’t ever really share a meal together? You were off with them.”

“Yeah…”

“You really are stupid.”

“Ya!”

“Girl, when did you ever have time for yourself? Or anyone else in your life who was actually important? Here I thought you were just so focused on studying and busy working to pay off your tuition. I wasn’t wrong on the latter, but still.”

“Are you... mad at me?”

“No, not really. Just processing out loud... you did tell me about this, somewhat, I just didn’t think you were for real.”

“I know. If you had told me the same thing I wouldn’t have believed you either.”

“But you’re really done with them now?”

“Yup. I didn’t think they’d throw such a fit though.”

“A fit? I’d call that harassment, and assault. Shouldn’t you press charges?”

“There’s no point. They’d get good lawyers, and it’d just be a waste of my time. I don’t want anything to do with them anymore, so I’ll let it go.”

“Fine, but you are getting a new number after class. Got it?”

“Yeah.”

That morning certainly killed the mood, but you went about your day trying to make the best of it. Of course your chest hurt pretty bad, but nothing some quick pain killers couldn’t deal with. Like you had promised, after all your classes, you and Mina went to change your number. Then you went about the grueling task of messaging friends and family to let them know you had a new number.

“Shall we go out for ice cream? You know, since you’re free now.”

“I could use something sweet.”

You knew there would still be issues. If they made such a big show at your campus, who knows what else would happen if you met out on the streets. With that in mind you didn’t go anywhere off campus alone, and you didn’t visit any of their favorite places or usual hangouts. You thought you had it figured out, but there was something you couldn’t avoid. Everyone else.

Word spread fast about that day. About how a girl got harassed by five guys, and all the slurs and insults that they threw her way. A few days later everyone seemed to know your name, and had an idea of the type of person you were. When you went to class all the others would purposely sit away from you, only Mina ever sat next to you. Then there were the whispers and chuckles. Every time you raised your hand to ask a question there was always some comment about you sleeping around with the professor. Regardless of who it was. It was frustrating, but you just pushed through. Although Mina certainly wanted to pick a fight with everyone.

“Just let it go.”

“How are you so okay with this?”

“I’m not, but it’ll die down eventually. As long as I don’t engage with them I won’t add fuel to the fire. So don’t pay them any attention.”

“They are slut-shaming you and saying all kinds of shit.”

“And I just have to make it through this semester. After that I can move forward and really build my life. I’m not gonna let some idiots who have nothing better to do ruin that. Besides, I’m sure they’re all just jealous I could actually get a Sugar Daddy, and five at that.”

“You’re not wrong there. Those people don’t just throw money at anyone.”

“I appreciate you ready to fight for me, but this ain’t worth it.”

Mina sighed. “Fine, but if you ever wanna start swinging, just let me know.”

“Will do.”

🖤

You were right, in part. The teasing did die down, and you could go about your life like normal, but there were still a handful of dicks who found things funny. And one ballsy little fucker who decided to go a step further. As one of your classes ended, and you were gathering your things, another of your peers accidentally spilled their drink all over you.

“Oh shit, my bad. You must be used to getting soaked though.”

That bastard and his friends snickered to themselves. You knew everyone got the joke, some chuckling too, but of course no one was gonna say anything or take your side. So you just did your best to clean your face, and then whipped around to look at your attacker. Of course it was a boy and his friends, although he got quiet now that you were staring at him dead on.

“Your mistake, right?”

“Yeah. I can be clumsy, you know.”

“Right. So then just pay up and we can call it even.”

“Huh?”

“You said it was your mistake. So pay for it.” You held out your hand. “I think a hundred dollars should cover my hair and clothes.”

“A hundred dollars? You play around with some rich boys and now you think you’re worth all that?”

“So you’re not gonna pay me?”

“Fuck that.”

“Fine then, but we are gonna call it even.”

“What?”

Without missing a beat you swung at him and clocked him right in the face. He fell back onto his friends, and you noticed a bit of blood from his nose.

“My mistake. I guess we’re even now.”

“You bitch!”

Not once in your academic career have you ever wound up in the principal’s office, this was the student dean’s office, so not the same but still. You had no problems with words, but things getting physical was crossing a line, and you weren’t going to sit still. You were still drying off as you sat in the dean’s office, listening to that jerk go off about how you were a monster and whatever. You weren’t going to apologize until he did, but that was definitely not gonna happen when his parents walked in. You couldn’t believe he actually called for help like this, and now they were demanding your expulsion. That someone violent like you shouldn’t be at such a place.

“Are you kidding? Are you even looking at me? Your son started this, and couldn’t apologize or pay up for his mistake!”

“A mistake isn’t met with physical violence!”

“He started it!”

“Please, everyone calm down.” The dean spoke. “We can resolve this without yelling.”

“I want that girl expelled.”

“That seems a little too-”

“Do you know how much we give to this school so-”

The conversation stopped short as the door opened. You couldn’t imagine who else would join this conversation. When you looked back your eyes went wide, and you stood up.

“Sit down, baby.” Johnny said. “We’ll get you cleaned up later.”

“How-”

“Who the hell are you gentlemen?!”

“Y/n’s sponsors.” Jaehyun smiled. “We heard there was a commotion involving her, and by the state she is in, I’m not very happy. What is being done to remedy this?”

“She hasn’t apologized for hitting my son!”

“Has he apologized for his actions?”

“Exactly who are you to be making such demands?”

“Ah, right. I’ve not introduced myself. I’m Jung Jaehyun. These are my friends, Nakamoto Yuta, Johnny Suh, Lee-”

“I know those names…”

“Good. Then apologize before you’re buried.”

“Excu-”

“Or shall this be resolved outside this room?” Ten smiled. “I have no problem doing it that way too. I might actually prefer it.”

You didn’t care much for an apology, you got to punch the fucker in the face, but getting one was the cherry on top. You didn’t apologize either and the situation was left at that. Now that you had a moment you wanted to go clean up, and the boys wound up dragging you into a gender neutral bathroom. Johnny locked the door, and leaned against it, guaranteeing privacy. You were ready to start screaming and fighting but Yuta turned the sink on, getting the water warm and grabbing paper towels. They weren’t saying anything, and you could silently be grateful for that. You washed up your hair, using the hand dryer to dry it off as best you could. Jeno gave you his jacket afterwards since your shirt was still dirty.

“Alright, what the fuck do you want?”

“We owe you an apology.” Yuta said. “For everything.”

“Go on then.”

“We’re sorry we attacked you the way we did that day.” Jeno began. “We were out of line and completely in the wrong for that.”

“Assholes. You know this is all your fault right? Everyone keeps calling me names because of you! And this was the first time someone dared to take it a step further.”

“We never meant-”

“Then what did you think was gonna happen when you screamed out that I was a whore in the middle of campus?”

“…”

“Good try, I guess.”

“You were right.” Ten admitted. “Four years is a lot of time, and yet throughout it all you never made a move to suggest you wanted anything more from us than attention and money. We never did anything to give you the impression that we wanted more from you either. I’m sure if we had, you would have said something sooner. So you were right, we had no reason to act the way we did. We’ve been seeing each other for a long time and you broke it off so suddenly. Our judgment became clouded, and we let rage overtake us when we should have been better. We can’t simply undo what we did, but we are sincerely sorry for our actions.”

“Hm… was it really that hard to take a moment and reflect?”

“Yeah…” Jaehyun added. “We’ve had such good times together, it was hard to believe you’d just leave us like that… but why was it so sudden? Why didn’t you just talk to us?”

“I… I wasn’t entirely sure how… we weren’t really boyfriend and girlfriend… and it’s not like we had agreed to anything specifically when we started this whole… thing… all I could think of was a break up text… I also didn’t think you’d explode at me the way you did… I mean, I always thought you had girls lined up that you played with or whatever… I didn’t think you’d care that much…”

“Well, as you can see… we care a lot…”

“Yeah… how did you even know I was in trouble?”

“We might have… been paying someone in the administrative office to keep tabs on you for us…”

“Seriously?”

“Yeah.” Johnny commented. “We’ve practically been with you throughout your whole academic career. You’re a good student, so we never imagined you’d get into any kind of trouble, but just to be safe. It worked out for us in the end. We’ve been wanting to talk to you, to apologize, we just didn’t really know how to approach you.”

“I see.”

“Which brings us to our other point. Do you think we can do this properly?”

“Do what?”

“We understand that you don’t see us in your future, but can we at least end things on a good note? We’ve been with you for four years now… we were all kinda hoping to see you graduate you know…”

“What exactly are you suggesting here?”

“One last dinner… one last trip…” Yuta mumbled. “That kinda stuff… let us see this to the end. We can just be another part of your Uni days and nothing more.”

“Hm…”

“Can you at least give us that kinda closure?”

You weren’t really sure how you felt about all this. You had already cut them out of your life, but they were clearly still hanging on. At least they had apologized, and did help you back there in the dean’s office. Truth was the way you handled things wasn’t all that great either. You had been worried that if you just talked to them they’d find some way to convince you to stick around, but that really wasn’t your life plan. Now they understood that, so maybe things could end differently. You also didn’t want to part ways with them on a bad note.

“Just until graduation?”

“We really wanna see you with that cap and gown.” Jeno admitted. “You’ll look so gorgeous.”

“Alright, we can somewhat continue as we were, but after my graduation, we’re done. Understood?”

“Got it.”

“Can we take you out to lunch then?” Ten asked. “Since you’re done with classes for the day.”

“You know my schedule too?”

“We were trying to figure out a way to talk to you…”

“Fine, let me just go change clothes first. I’ll meet you at my usual pick up spot?”

“That works for us.”

🖤

It had been a while since you last hung out with the boys, so there was a bit of awkwardness. At least this was just lunch to ease back into things. They took you to one of their usual spots, getting a private room and ordering your favorites.

“So, you really just clocked him in the face, huh?”

“He could have paid up. I wasn’t going to let him do that without consequence.”

“Good on you.” Yuta cheered. “Although tryna get you kicked out, that’s ridiculous.”

“I can’t believe he called his parents. Such a momma’s boy.”

“Says the sugar baby.”

“I didn’t call you to come save my ass.”

“Ah, so you agree.” Johnny teased. “We did save you?”

“Well… I wasn’t entirely sure how I was gonna deal with that just yet…”

“We saved you. It’s okay to admit that.”

“You guys just wanna brag to my face.”

“Is that so wrong?” Jeno teased. “Maybe you can shut me up with a reward.”

“You think you deserve a reward?”

“Don’t I?”

“Hm… what did you have in mind?”

“I have been missing you a lot.”

“Really? You? Or is it someone else?”

“Huh?”

Jeno had been at your side, and he was leaning in close asking for his reward. Now that you were teasing him back you leaned in too. You placed a hand between his legs, slowly moving it closer to his crotch. After breaking the ice, it was kinda easy to slip back into old dynamics. Besides, maybe you had missed something about them too.

“Oh… you want a reward out of this too, huh?”

“I’ve been good, haven’t I?”

“Easy now.” Jaehyun pulled you away from Jeno. “We’re just having lunch today, baby. Besides, are you still taking the pills?”

You sighed. “I stopped taking them when we parted ways.”

“Then we should probably get you back on them before we start playing. Don’t you think?”

“Yeah, yeah.”

“We still have some.” Ten offered. “They should work just fine, right?”

“It shouldn’t be a problem.”

“Excellent. I’ll throw in a pregnancy test or two, just to be safe.”

“Seriously?”

“Well, you took a break from the pill, just a precaution.”

“Fair.”

Things weren’t exactly like before. They were more respectful of your time. Before they’d always be calling, wanting every moment of free time you had. They’d pick you up Friday night from school, keep you to themselves all weekend most of the time. You only ever got a pass during exam time, and when you had the guts to ask for a break. Usually you didn’t, not wanting to upset them and possibly lose out on your tuition money. It was exhausting, but it was all for a better life. At least that’s what you told yourself. This time around they were more like friends, checking in on you, and asking how you were doing.

They definitely wanted to see you, but on your own terms. So occasionally you’d go out for lunch, maybe dinner, but nothing too extravagant, as you knew they were gonna go all out for the last trip and dinner. At least with these little outings they always brought you back to campus unlike before where you’d spent the night with them until Sunday afternoon. Things were better this way, kinda making you wish the last four years had been like this too. Although you were actually surprised when they brought up the last trip.

“Spring break?”

“Yeah. Let’s have a blast and unwind before you give it your all for graduation.”

“Uh… well… the thing is…”

“You don’t like it?” Johnny questioned.

“I had already made plans with my friends for spring break… and I thought you’d want to go out on a trip like after my finals…”

“Ah, right. You didn’t intend for us to still be in your life by now.”

“Then how about we split it.” Yuta suggested. “First half of your break, you hang out with your friends. For the second half, we get you all to ourselves.”

“Hm… switch it.”

“Huh?”

“You get the first half, my friends get the second half.”

“How come?”

“Cause you guys can switch your plans around easily, my friends can’t.”

“Fair. So we’ll pick you up Monday morning?” Jeno asked. “Or can we come get you Friday night?”

“Oh, wanna kick things off early?”

“If you can handle it.”

“Sure. I’ll pack some things after my class.”

“Can’t wait.”

Even if you were acting cool, you were excited for this trip. They always treated you so well, spoiled you like a princess. This wasn’t gonna be any different. They had been modest so far, but now was their chance to do things like back then. They picked you up in a party bus, starting off strong with drinks, and congratulating you on your midterm exams. Of course karaoke and good food followed, and you were out celebrating until early hours of the morning. Somehow you all made it back to the penthouse sweet. You had a few more drinks before you made it to bed, half dressed with the boys piled around you.

The morning was a hangover times six, although some of them had it worse than you. Thankfully breakfast was brought up, and hangover cures, so you just had to get up and put food in your mouth. When that failed Johnny was more than happy to feed you, the one of the bunch that could really handle their liquor. You also needed to get yourself together. The party had only just begun, not to mention all the plans you had with your friends later on in the week. For now though, you just needed to make it through breakfast.

“Had a little too much?”

“I’m good…”

“Your face says otherwise.”

“What’s it telling you?”

“You wanna throw up?”

“I don’t want a bad taste in my mouth.”

“Then some ice cream to help soothe your throat.”

“Ice cream for breakfast?” Jaehyun questioned. “Isn’t that a bad idea?”

“This week is all about bad ideas.”

“So what’s on the agenda for today?” You asked. “More drinks?”

“We want you sober for all the memories we are gonna make. So no more drinks, is that okay?”

“Just fine.”

“Good. We were thinking of some tourist attractions, and some trips to the museums.”

“Jellyfish!”

“Yes. The aquarium is on the list.”

“Awesome!”

Once you were all better you headed out, taking a limo into town. You had a chance to relax now that you were on break, and really take it all in. This was one of the last times you’d be around here, planning to go home after graduation. The whole day honestly made you feel like a child, indulging in everything you wanted to do or eat. To many you looked like a little sister with her brothers, or maybe just a lucky girl with her friends, but either way, you were glad you didn’t attract any negative attention. Some did recognize the boys, but that never became a problem, so you had nothing to worry about.

You got to have lunch in the aquarium, watching all the fishes swim, almost feeling like you were in the water with them. The penguins were great too, and the jellyfish, and dolphins. You totally walked out with two or three plushies. For dinner this time you returned to the hotel, having some quality food, but as said before no drinking. Jeno and Yuta still felt the need to embarrass you and make a toast to your health and success in school. They even had a dessert brought out with a candle to once again congratulate you on surviving midterms. Although once back in the suite you better understood why there was a drinking ban.

As soon as you set foot in the penthouse Johnny picked you up in his arms, taking you to the bedroom. He saw you down and laid you back, his hand caressing your cheek. You could feel one of the others getting your shoes off, and you knew where this was going. It had been a while, but you had been waiting for this. Besides all the attention and money, there was another benefit to having five sugar daddies. No one could ever take care of you the way you did. Johnny leaned down to kiss your lips, his hands reaching down to your shirt, although you stopped him.

“I don’t think you asked permission.”

“I’m not asking tonight, baby.”

“No?”

“You have any idea how bad you’ve been?”

“Me?”

“Breaking up with us.” Jeno hissed into your ear. “Hiding away and trying to leave.”

“I thought we-”

“Sh, unless you wanna cause more trouble.”

“Tonight you’re gonna give us everything we are owed.” Yuta added. “So you better take it all with a smile on your face.”

Suddenly Johnny had your hands pinned above your head as Jeno pulled up your shirt. He reached over to unhook your bra and push it up, exposing your breasts. He kneaded them for a moment and you bit your lip. His hands were cold, but he knew how you liked his touch. Then you felt hands getting you out of your skirt. The second your panties were exposed there was a hand grabbing your crotch.

“It did always hurt that you never invited us back to your dorm.” Ten commented. “Didn’t want you getting exposed to your roommate?”

“She knew… about our arrangement… sort of…”

“I didn’t say you could speak, baby.” Ten slapped your inner thigh. “Bad girl.”

You bit your lip, instinctively trying to close your legs but Ten pulled them apart. The boys stripped you out of your clothes, leaving your panties on for the time being. Jaehyun had taken to holding down your arms as Johnny started kissing down your chest, Ten’s hand squeezing your thighs. Yuta and Jeno were already shedding articles of clothing, getting you all the more excited.

“You’ve been a good girl and taking the pills we gave you, right?” Jaehyun asked, and you nodded. “Good. So we can have all kinds of fun tonight.”

For as long as you had been with them, you had always taken the pill. They didn’t always take you raw, but it was better to be safe than sorry. You were also glad they didn’t play around with that kinda thing, wanting to be safe with you even if they were gonna fill you up to the brim with their seed. Tonight was going to be no different, you figured they’d be desperate to do so. Even if they wanted to tease, they couldn’t help themselves for too long. Soon enough you were all naked, and you were getting attacked with kisses from all angles.

“Who’s first?”

“The eldest.”

They still cared to make sure you were nice and wet, Johnny stretching you out a good way before giving you everything. It had been so long for you too, abstaining from sex to focus on your studies. You also hadn’t slept with anyone else but them for four years, and weren’t entirely sure how to get laid anymore. Even if it hurt at first, your body was quick to remember this familiar stretch, and feeling. Johnny hadn’t forgotten your body though, doing everything just right, doing it just how you liked it. Not to mention the others knew what to do while waiting their turn. Playing with your tits, stealing kisses, rubbing your clit, using your hands or mouth to warm up. You were gonna wear yourself out long before them, and they really loved when you became putty in their hands.

Even with all the distractions you couldn’t ignore Johnny as he was the one pounding into you. He was always so rough and precise with his movements, hitting your sweet spot just right. Of course you had been getting yourself off in your dorm, but nothing could compare to one of them taking you over to the edge. You could tell when Johnny got close, he got sloppy and so desperate, trying to hold out to make it all last, but spilling inside you was just as rewarding. The warm feeling between your legs was already making you head spin, but you knew Johnny lost a bit of his touch if he didn’t get you off. He wanted another go, but Jaehyun was already shoving him out of the way.

His turn was spent and Jaehyun would take pride in finishing you off. He had no problem slipping into the mess that was becoming of your cunt, eager to add to the mix. Of course Johnny wanted to give you a taste too, having you use your tongue to clean him up. If you had taken him all at once you probably would have choked as Jaehyun was giving you everything. He was making it very obvious he had a lot of pent up frustrations he was taking out on you. If he made you feel this good, you wouldn’t mind him holding off more often. Although he wasn’t gonna get the satisfaction of making you cum either as Jeno started playing with your clit, pushing you over to the edge before Jaehyun was even close.

You squeezed Jaehyun tight, feeling as you were leaking out cum, your head thrown back as your mouth hung open in bliss. You vaguely heard Jaehyun scolding the other boy for taking what was his, but it wasn’t so bad if he got to fuck you while you were so sensitive. He moved with your climax, trying to keep you riding that high for as long as you could, but as you started to come down he got relentless. You couldn’t help but whimper, but that wasn’t gonna make him go any easy. In his own desperation he got close, unable to hold back before cumming inside you, making you overflow.

“Such a messy slut, taking two cocks so well.”

“Let’s make it three.”

Jeno wanted to go next, but Ten kicked him off. He stuck two fingers into your mess, swearing cum on your belly, and then sticking the digits in your mouth.

“How’s that taste?”

He swirled his fingers around before pulling them out with a pop. He could be real mean, playing with you when he wasn’t even filling you up. Your whimpers were adorable to him, especially when you got needy enough to start shaking your hips. Now you were begging, and he was happy to give you what you wanted.

“Whore.”

Hearing those words outside the bedroom certainly wasn’t fun, but in the bedroom, even if it was said with the same level of vileness, you’d happily accept it. Four years, the same five dicks, you were certainly a whore for them. Ten was certainly on the more elegant side, working you over along with him, knowing how to get you on his level so you’d both climax together. Even being a little out of practice with your body, he could still play you like an instrument. He always held your hands when he had his way with you, wanting more than just your cunt to squeeze him tight, he wanted to feel the rest of your body shake. You’ve left him with marks before, and he’d happily welcome them now.

“At a girl, still know who owns you.”

You swear you saw white when he made you cum, drool slipping down your face. It was only your second orgasm, but you knew they could get more out of you. As many as they pleased. There was a safe word in place, but in all the years you had known them, you never used it. They seemed to know your limits as well as you did. Before you could even properly come down Jeno was already kissing at your chest, sucking on your nipples as he edged himself inside. The noise that was heard as he pushed aside everyone else’s seed to get in, an all too familiar sound you did quite enjoy to hear.

“You’re already so full, baby, can you take more?”

“Yes…”

“That’s what I like to hear.”

These sheets were gonna need to be thrown out when you were all done. You were already creating such a mess, and it wasn’t much compared to other nights. At least not yet. Jeno was practically digging into you, pushing in as cum came out. They had all had their turns before, being first or last or in the middle, so they wouldn’t complain about what stage they got to you. There were five of them after all, so they had to be good about sharing. Jeno was eager to make you unwind, so he gave you plenty of attention elsewhere. Twirling around your clit with his fingers, seeing it get red and swollen, another hand on your hip, keeping you from escaping him. He did it well enough you came first, already so sensitive, and he soon followed.

You felt so fucken full you swear you were gonna burst, but you were just out of practice. Yuta peppered you with kisses, telling you how well you were doing. His fingers dipped into your sloppy cunt, having you get a taste of it. You certainly didn’t expect him to kiss you after, but they didn’t just play around with you. They had each other after all. You were already so overstimulated and lost, Yuta was kind enough to give you a little break before taking what was rightfully his. He had no problem playing around with your cunt for a while before dipping into the mess. He fit in nicely, having a pretty good idea how to keep you happy despite your state. He was ruthless, just as frustrated as Jaehyun, taking it all out on you and sparking you back to life. You really missed them.

Now either the orgasm or Yuta made you pass out, but either way, you blacked out for a while. When you came to you were lying on the floor with your legs up in the air, clearly having fallen off to the side of the bed. Although Jeno was happily sleeping on your tummy, sighing dreamily and clearly cozy. You giggled at the sight. Sometimes you really did forget they were all close to your age, and yet living such different lives. You let Jeno stay for a while before you realized this position was very uncomfortable. You poked Jeno’s face to make him open his eyes.

“Why didn’t you pick me up? Do you think this is comfortable?”

“You looked cute, almost like you were drunk.”

“But I’m not.”

“Well, maybe not drunk off alcohol.” Jeno giggled and got up. “We were all out of it.”

“Obviously.”

You got up, sitting down properly, well aware that you were leaking cum all over the floor, but that wasn’t for you to worry about now. Some of the others were lying in bed, and you crawled up to join them, pressing lazy kisses to exposed skin. This was all a little break for everyone. The night was still young, and even if you were four orgasms in, it was just one for each of them. They were greedy, and would certainly get what they wanted out of you, whether you were conscious or not. Waking up with a cock inside you wasn’t new, but certainly something you could picture for a night like this.

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You didn’t actually wake up properly until the afternoon. After that you knew the next day would be nothing but a lazy day. Somehow you managed to get up and get into the shower, knowing you needed a deep clean. Although you dozed off until Yuta found you sitting in the tub. He had the energy to join you and help clean you up, which you were grateful for. You returned the favor as well, the two of you the first to eat lunch from room service, waiting around for the others. When you were well enough you stepped out of the penthouse so they could clean up, heading to a park to enjoy the weather and sun.

The rest of your little trip was like that. You had some more fun at night, but not too much. Besides, you’d be going off with your friends, and you didn’t need to be completely worn out. Overall it was a good trip, a good last trip, one you knew you’d never forget. When the time came they dropped you off back at Uni, wishing you well with your friends, asking you to let them know if you needed anything. You thanked them for the adventure, glad you could still have all that. It felt more authentic given that this was really you going out with them as friends, not getting paid for your company.

Of course at some point your friends had to ask about your little trip. Anyone who knew you now knew about your sugar daddies, so there was no point lying about it. You spilled what you were comfortable with, and just enjoyed your time with them. You couldn’t believe this was your last spring break, but you were so happy to have them with you. It was hard to fall asleep Sunday night, knowing what awaited you the next day, but you had enough good memories to get you through the door. So come Monday morning, you weren’t actually dead as you got to class, unlike most of your peers.

The professors weren’t all going to be kind, so it was back to work like before. This was the final stretch for you, focus and study hard, and you’d be graduating. A part of you couldn’t actually believe it, but you had to, you couldn’t fuck this up. So you put a lot off to the side, including the boys. You still texted them, but you couldn’t do any mini dates, and they were very understanding. Even if you were the one working your butt off, they were just as nervous and as excited as you were. Although all that focus distracted you from something that was just as important.

“Holy shit, I’m late.”

“What?”

“I was due like last week. Fuck.”

“Aren’t you on the pill?”

“That’s not foolproof.”

“Fair. Are you sure it isn’t stress though? I’m pretty sure I’ve missed a period or two cause of classes.”

“I don’t think I have before…”

“Well you are gonna graduate in a month. That is if you pass your finals.”

“Don’t fucken jynx it!”

“I’m just saying. You’ve probably never been stressed like this before. Athletes wind up not having a period for months cause of the stress they’re under.”

“I’m not a professional athlete.”

“Then go buy a pregnancy test and see if one of your sugar daddies is gonna be a father.”

“I wouldn’t fucken tell them. We’ve always been careful.”

“Then it’s just the stress. Problem solved. Also, don’t you have class soon?”

“Fuck. I do. I’ll get a pregnancy test later.”

“Cool, see you later.”

You really didn’t think you’d be pregnant. You were careful, for the last four years, and you were very sexually active. Mina had a point though, you were under a lot of stress with graduation, but you had to be sure. Thankfully instead of buying one you remember the boys had given you some when they got you the pills. After classes you returned and used one of the tests, relieved to see it came out negative. So it really was just stress, and you were quite amazed it could do that to your body. Regardless, that was one less thing to worry about.

To a degree you did feel bad you couldn’t see the boys after spring break, it had been quite a trip considering it was the last, but your academics were important. They wished you luck with finals, and you were ready for the last major exams of your life. You waited anxiously for the results, overjoyed that you had passed, and you were going to graduate. You had to celebrate, doing so with your friends. It was only once things wound down that you called the boys wanting to share the news.

“So, how did it go?”

“I passed… I’m graduating!”

“I knew you could do it.” Jeno cheered. “Our baby is so smart.”

“We’ve got to celebrate.” Johnny added. “Shall we pick you up?”

“I’ve already been partying, and I’m kinda spent. Maybe tomorrow?”

“Nah, it’s okay, you should rest. Don’t drink so much, okay.”

“I haven’t had a drink, can’t risk becoming a drunk mess before I take the stage.”

“Can we take you shopping!” Yuta asked. “Get you a nice dress for graduation?”

“I’d love that actually. Perhaps the one thing you guys can get me that I’ll keep.”

“If we don’t rip it off you.”

“True. Tomorrow then, shopping day.”

“We can’t wait.”

Shopping wasn’t something to make a big deal out of, but how could you all not be excited. You’d be walking across the stage in the outfit you bought today, it had to be perfect. Not to mention the five guys buying it might wanna destroy it later, so you had to get good pictures first.

“We were thinking, after the ceremony, we’d take you out to dinner.”

“The last dinner.”

“Of course.” Ten smiled. “If that’s okay.”

“Yeah. It seems like a fitting end for us.”

“You better not cry.”

“I won’t.”

“Hm, guess we’ll see about that.”

The big day brought on a lot of nerves, you could barely sleep the night before. Although when the sun was up, you and Mina were already getting dolled up, and she loved your outfit.

“You look hot.”

“Thanks.”

“So you really can’t come with me for dinner.”

“I already promised the boys. It’s the last one. Besides, I wanna see what kind of graduation present they get me.”

“Oh, they’ll probably give you a lot of money. Maybe a house.”

“That’d be awesome.”

“You better tell me immediately.”

“I’m sure I won’t be able to keep it a secret from you, so don’t worry.”

Even if you looked stunning, it was mostly hidden by the gown. Still, you looked incredible and you couldn’t believe you had made it to the end. When you headed to the ceremony you looked around taking it all in. Even if you wanted your family there, you knew things had come up so they couldn’t attend. It’s why you were so happy to see the boys, knowing they were there for you. Although they did embarrass you a bit, Jeno and Yuta having a big congratulations sign, the others swinging around noise makers. Of course it dragged to wait for your name, but when it was your turn up on the stage you had the biggest smile, finding the boys in the crowd to show off too.

You had tears in your eyes, so happy that all your efforts hadn’t been in vain. The boys had made their way over to you, embracing you in their arms, congratulating you over and over again. They said your tears were cute, but they were very proud of you. They even had flowers and a graduation bear as a present for you. They wanted pictures too, so you did your best to get rid of the tears and fix your makeup. After celebrating with your other friends and seeing the ceremony to the end you headed off to eat. You weren’t really hungry from all the adrenaline, but it was your last meal with the guys, and a very important one at that.

“You looked so beautiful up there.” Johnny complimented. “Congratulations.”

“Thank you. I’m glad you could be there.”

“Us too.”

“So, what did you get me?”

“After you eat.” Ten said. “So be a good girl and have your fill.”

“I’ll burn a hole in your wallet tonight. Just watch.”

“I’d love to see you try.”

There was something so peaceful about this meal, and exciting. They all asked about your plans going forward, what you wanted to do. Of course this was where you’d part ways, but you knew there was always a chance you’d run into each other again. Despite all the good things, you couldn’t help but wonder what your present was. After dessert they finally presented you with a little box. Now your heart was racing. It could be a key to a car or house, or maybe a card to a bank account they had made you. Still, you thanked them all and opened the box. Your smile faltered as you stared at the contents, dumbfounded.

“It’s… it’s a pregnancy test…”

“Surprise!”

“I… I don’t understand…”

“Well, you always talked about your future.” Jaehyun explained. “And how we weren’t a part of that. It really hurt, but you were right. So we figured we should include ourselves in your future.”

“I’m not… following…”

“You’re late, aren’t you?”

“Yes, but I took a pregnancy test already. It came out negative. The stress-”

“The one I gave you was fake.” Ten said. “It’s meant to come out negative.”

“What… what are you…”

“The best way to become a part of your future is for you to have our kid.” Yuta stated. “Of course we’re probably not gonna know which of us is the biological father, unless you had like quintuplets, but we can raise it together.”

“What…”

“Of course we’ll cover all the expenses.” Johnny assured. “So you don’t have to worry about food, or a roof over your head, nothing. We’re gonna be a big happy family now.”

“You’re… you’re lying… you… I’m on the pill!”

“Those were also fake.” Jeno added. “A placebo thing, right? Like sugar.”

“You planned this!”

“How else were we gonna be part of your future?”

“Truth is we always imagined a future with you.” Ten admitted. “After about a year, we realized how great you were, how perfect you were for us. So when you suddenly broke it off, we couldn’t believe it, but you were also right. We never really let you know we wanted you, so that’s on us, but we’ve rectified that now.”

“You’re fucken lying!” You stood up. “You did not get me fucken pregnant!”

“Shall we go confirm that?”

You were furious, and you hated that they were throwing this idea out so casually. You took the pregnancy test and stormed off to the bathroom. They had rented out the whole restaurant, so you didn’t have to worry about anyone else. You nervously used the test, scared to look at the results, but they were clear as day.

“Positive…”

“Congratulations!!!”

The boys had followed you to the bathroom, cheering and letting off confetti poppers. You stayed frozen in shock, trying to process this.

“It’s wrong… the test…”

“You can try again.” Jaehyun threw more pregnancy tests on the floor. “Better to use more than one anyway.”

“You… you…”

“Even if there wasn’t a baby inside you right now.” Yuta explained. “We’d have plenty of time to impregnate you now that you’ve graduated.”

“No… no you’re all fucken nuts…”

You threw the test in the trash and intended to leave, only for Johnny to grab your arm, holding you back. Jeno was all over your belly, grabbing it and making baby noises.

“Easy now, baby. Now that you’re carrying our kid, we gotta take special care of you.”

“I am not having this baby!”

“That’s not up for debate.”

“It’s my body! And you fucken-”

“You think you can just play with us for four years?!” Jaehyun grabbed your chin, making you face him. “Four years, baby doll. That’s a lot of time to fall in love with a beautiful body and the girl that inhabits it. We weren’t playing, and we’re not gonna let you either. Your future is ours.”

“Fuck you! I didn’t consent to this! I’m not-” Jaehyun’s grip got tighter. “Let go…”

“You gotta be careful baby, don’t want you hurting yourself or the kid. We have a nice place picked out where we can look after you.”

“Let go!”

“Listen closely, darling.” Ten had Jaehyun let you go, stepping before you. “If anything happens to that baby, you are going to pay dearly for it. And don’t get any silly ideas in your head, you’re still young and very fertile, we have no problem tying you up and breeding you every night if something happens. So be a good girl, and smile, you’re gonna be a mother.”

“You’re crazy!”

“And you’re very hormonal, must be the baby. We should get you home.”

“No, no! Fucken let me go!”

“I can’t wait for the pregnant waddle.” Jeno cheered. “You’re gonna get so big!”

“I wonder if it’ll be a boy or girl.” Yuta said. “Maybe there’s more than one in there!”

“That’d be so cool.”

“We’re gonna be dads!”

“I can’t wait!”

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FRIENDS!? Chapter 2

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Pairing: poly!ateez × f!reader

(A Yandere AteezOffice Au)

Genre: Mature, Angst, Yandere, SMUT

Warning: The upcoming events in the story will contain themes like stalking, violence, obsession, manipulation, possessive behaviour and restraining acts. Do not kill me for not warning you. This is an Yandere story so you are well aware of what to expect more. For SMUT I WILL GIVE THE WARNING IN THE BEGINNING.

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“Are you really going there today?”

“Beomgyu, don’t you think you sound like my parents?” This is his fifth time asking you whether you still going to the office to where last day your so called long lost friend offered you to go for your internship. Then here this boy is suddenly like a mother to her child and bombarding you with questions.

“I care for you and am not letting to happen anything to you on knowing how you are believing some stupid men.”

“Beomgyu….. I know how to take care of me but I agree they are stupid or else how come I don’t remember them if they were really my bestfriends.”

“Don’t let them make you believe that you are their friend. You are only my friend and I don’t want to lose you to them.” You can literally see his pout with puppy eyes over the call.

Rolling your eyes and picking up the handbag, you make your way to the door “Don’t be childish. What about you? You literally ditch me when you see your other friends so I think atleast I should make some other friends as well.”

“You can make friends. Make Yeonjun and Soobin as your friends but not them. They look so…. I don’t know what to say but not them. Never.”

“Oh! Sure, thanks but I don’t want to be in you all’s discussion on stupid stuffs that don’t even make sense sometimes.”

“Y/N…..” you laugh on his whiny tone.

“Anyways I need to end the call as I have to be really quick to the parking area because they would be there waiting for me. I don’t want to make them wait on my first day and also some are really scary when it comes to my fault on anything.”

“Which one?”

“I don’t remember their names except the ones came to our class but the tallest one was really scary because he just scolded me when I insisted on calling them sir.”

Locking the door to your room, you made your way down the stairs to exit the building and head to the place where you have been told to meet Wooyoung.

“I just know their overall idea of their looks from your last night’s explanation but not got names and faces but I think you are in love with their personalities though.” His teasing voice is really making you feel like to smack his head right this moment.

“Shut up.”

His laugh echoes through the phone and a smile crack on your face.

“Anyways take care and just remember am just a call away if you need help.” You both ended the call on a lovely goodbye note as usual.

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Arriving to the parking area, you can see many students busy all around the grounds and streets and some are hurriedly going towards the university building for their class.

They have already informed your professor of your today’s whereabouts and he congratulated you for your offer to the office.

Offer? Well, apparently you think this as an excuse for your friends to help you to give you a place in their office. Are they pitying over you? Shaking your head, you glanced over your phone to see the timing has already past ten minutes.

“Hey! Y/N.” Turning around, you are shocked to see his form in casuals and he looks more youthful and maybe ….a boyfriend type. You smiled on the greeting and he returned you his grinning face with a shiny black sunglass.

“Hello Wooyoung. So, let’s go now as we are already running late for almost fifteen minutes.”

Nodding his head, he guides you to his luxury car and honestly somehow you felt so nice having such friends who are not treating you like shit even though them being hella rich.

On your way to the office, he offered you to have a quick breakfast from a café and the foods there tasted so delicious that you hope to get a job soon just to go there and treat yourself every day. Before all this, you need to remind yourself that you are a broke adult with expensive imaginations so you need to better work your ass off to get the job for having treats on these expensive places and such car rides.

He asked you about your favorites and hobbies and also blend his spotify playlist with you so he can play them in car rides and also gets to know about your music taste. Your energy and confidence boost up when he mentioned about your music taste as you have a pride on your belief that you have the best taste. He laughs on your little excitement and referred you as ‘my cupcake’ in every statement.

You felt shy and moved your attention to the outside view which is looking so pretty on the bright sunny day. The weather is really mirroring your mood and you hoped it to be like this for the rest of the day.

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Pulling to the side of a private section of the parking area of the office. You proceed to take off the seatbelt but he beats you again with it for helping you like a gentleman. He repeats his slow action like before like making an eye contact with you and slowly closing the distance between you two when his one hand balancing his body to your seat and other hand slowly handling the seatbelt. You break the eye contact again but this time he speaks up, “You are still beautiful like before.”

He backed off and you give him an awkward smile. Quickly, getting down, he comes to your side to open the door for you and offered you his hand like a prince. If only you both didn’t have this lost friendship thingy in between then you might have thought of dating this gentleman guy.

Taking your hands in his, with a prideful personality, he made his way towards the main entrance of the building. You both have sweet smiles on your face. Your doe eyes taking in the surroundings which is screaming grandeur and luxuriousness. You look down to your subtle shade of pink two-piece knee length outfit. The outfit is cool but not according blending to the richness of the present atmosphere.

Wooyoung scanned his card for the entry check and when the guard stepped forward to check your identity, his focus moves to your holding hands and then you tried to retreat your hand to which Wooyoung hold it tighter and shot a sharp glare to the guard and signalled to let you both pass.

Your heart is beating fast on coming in the presence of so many highly ranked and unknown faces who are looking at you weirdly and some even whispering on your situation. You look towards him to see him looking between the escalator and the elevator as to make a decision to choose one.

“Um Wooyoung, I mean…please leave my hand. People are looking at us weirdly and I don’t want any rumours to be spread.” You give a fake smile to him to get a serious face in return.

He looks at the grip and then to the rest of the people who were staring at you and then when they caught his gaze, all went away on their specific works and he pulled you towards the elevator.

The ding sound followed by the opening of the door to the eighth floor and you are still thinking about every possible situation that can happen here. Your attention was on your feet and a pair of black shoe comes in front which breaks your gaze and you lifted your head upward to see the angel looking man brightly smiling at you. That was how you described him to your friend because of your short memory to remember names.

“You were so lost in thoughts that you didn’t hear Woo calling out your name. He went away for the meeting and so I will guide you now.”

That’s true, the moment you both entered the elevator. He got a call and you were lost in your thoughts that you didn’t even realize what was going on around you. I have to get a grip on myself from getting lost in thoughts or I will be like a fool if anyone tries to kidnaps me because the kidnapper will have to call me out of my thoughts.

“Sorry for that but thank you…..” your lost eyes made him chuckle.

“Yeosang. I assume, you forgot our names. Its okay we will make sure to do every possible thing so that you won’t forget our names ever.”

His hesitant-self paused for a moment before holding your hands but suddenly out of nowhere, a boost of confidence sparks in him and you followed his way. This floor is silent and has less cabins for workers than the floor before and there are some locked doors with keypad lock on your both sides in the passage you are walking through.

“Where are we going?”

“Oh! Wooyoung didn’t tell you?” You shake your head and the rolling of his eyes brings a smile on your confused face.

“That boy is really of no use other than flirting anyways you are aware of the fact of you being here for an interview, right?” You slowly nod and then he continues.

“So we are going to meet the bosses in the office.”

“Bosses?”

“Well we have to two boss, one for maintaining the ring of the office and the other one for sectors.”

You just nod your head to show that you just understand the language and the words but actually you don’t even get whatever he explained to you. He also told on your way about everyone’s role and that he is the partner of Jongho in Health Data dept. and the t-shirt really proving his well built muscles underneath and his perfect match to health dept.

Both of your steps stop in front of a big red metal and glass door. The door is way too fancy for a simple interview room but the plate attached to the door above the keypad lock caught your attention. Two names were written- ‘Kim Hongjoong’ and ‘Park Seonghwa’.

“They are our bosses.” You glance at him and then again on the name. A click sound attracts your focus to your side where Yeosang scanned his eyes on a small screen.

Wow! There are really safety precautions everywhere, I need to have an adventure day here to see if I get caught or I can pass all through these safeties.

The door opens and the moment you got a glimpse of inside, you swear you wanted to scream. The decoration was too authentic and classy. The black and grey combinations spread all around the office room and every detail at its finest. You have always dreamt to have a room like this for yourself but your broke ass never been able to afford such things. Your eyes scanning all around the room and you didn’t know that you are practically adoring the room in awe and Yeosang smiling at you while closing the door behind him.

One thing you didn’t notice in particular is that a man with rolled up sleeves of his white shirt and loose tie matching with black pants standing in front of the corner bookshelf and his piercing eyes visible through the dishevelled hairs falling on his forehead scanning all your movements.

“Wow…” The moment you realized what you are doing, you apologetically look towards Yeosang and he just waved it off.

“It’s okay Y/N. They will be glad to know that you liked their office so much.”

“Why did you bring her here?” The voice made you jump in your place and you place your hand over heart to calm your shocked self. You quickly turn towards the direction of the voice.

“San. They told me to bring her over here.”

“I was having an important check on schedule updates but anyways” his slow heavy footsteps echoed in the room and he approached to your conscious figure “ finally I got to see you Y/N.”

You hesitantly look towards him but somehow gives him an innocent smile, “Its nice to meet you too sir.”

“San. Call me San.”

You remained quiet and just nodded but he raised one eyebrow which has a small slit.

“Y/N, we told you to call us by our name then why are you repeating this again. We don’t like when someone don’t listen to us and its very disappointing when it comes from you.”

You felt guilty on Yeosang’s words.

“Sorry.”

“Its okay. It was your first time meeting me so I will let it slide but don’t take me easy like this.” A smirk plastered with his words on the face.

Yeosang lightly taps on your shoulder to gain your attention. He glances at San to see his wide smirk in return and went away towards the bookshelf.

“Y/N have a seat over there. They will be coming here soon.”

You look over to the main desk placed in front of the city view glass wall. Two chairs on opposite sides and you took a seat and look over those main chairs on other sides. The door opens and you can hear some unfamiliar voices and some familiar. You slowly turn your head and there six males entering the room.

Yeosang comes to your side to give you a recall of their names and you thanked him in small. The new males’ attention shifted to you when they saw you sitting quietly on a chair and staring at them.

“Hello Y/N. Myself Kim Hongjoong, the head of the managing sectors.” This man, Is he real? The jet black hairs falling on his flawless skin, his thick eyebrows and pointy nose complimenting his features perfectly. You stand up giving a professional smile and you quickly shake his already extended hand.

“Nice to meet you too, Sir Hongjoong.” You waited for him to say if you are wrong with the name again but he just nodded and took off his coat.

“Myself Park Seonghwa, the head of the ring management. Its so nice to finally see you in person Y/N.”

Why all the men in this office are with godly visual? Oh my god! They will be the reason of my distraction in this office.

“Same here, sir Seonghwa.” You both exchanged sweet smiles. He directed you back to your chair and they both seated themselves in opposite of you.

Your nervousness didn’t go unnoticed by Yeosang and he tapped on your shoulder to make you feel comfortable and give you a soft smile. You somewhat felt relieved and turn to face the two heads of each management in front of you.

“Don’t have to feel nervous. Stay calm, its not like your usual interview but its just we will be clearing some points on what to be done and not after you will join the company.” The ring management head nodded on his own words with a soft look on his face.

“Don’t I need to go through any interrogation process like we have in usual interviews?”

“Y/N we already have talked about this that we are friends so we want you to be relaxed and join our company.” Mingi spoke up while sitting on the sofa beside Yunho who is busy going through some files. Both have placed their coat on their laps and their casual wears on display making them look like usual public but not some CEO of some departments.

You glanced towards him and the two boss and repeated the action while speaking, “Thank you for helping me but I don’t want anyone to just pity on me when am in need and because I was their once bestfriend.”

Hongjoong clears his throat to gain everyone’s attention, “Have you all informed everyone about our new recruit?”

Wooyoung who is leaning to San and grinning while looking at the file in front of the bookshelf suddenly spoke up with enthusiasm, “Of course. I have let them know that we have got our best intern and they should treat her like they treat us. I don’t want anyone to look down on her when she is close to us even though being just an intern.”

“Thank you Wooyoung.”

Yeosang brings you a glass of water, “Drink this Y/N. You look so stressed.”

“Thank you Yeosang. Its just everything is so confusing to me. I don’t think it would be good to take me as an intern. Your company may have a bad impact on helping a friend like this who is apparently just an average student.”

Seonghwa cut you off, “You don’t have to worry about anything Y/N.”

Gulping the water down your dry throat, you heaved a sigh and look at the two males in front of you, “What are the points you were mentioning about to be followed?”

They both looked at each other before turning their attention to you. Having both of their attention on you at the same time somewhat making you a bit shy, you awkwardly tug your hairs behind your ears and it didn’t go unnoticed by the second oldest male.

“So, we will give you the necessary form to fill up by tomorrow afternoon with all your details to be filled up accordingly asked. Next about your stay. Your dorm is really far away from here and it will be difficult for you to come here regularly. We have place for you to stay here. You can check it out later.”

“Should I address you both with sir or name?”

They chuckled on your sudden ask but answered quickly with agreeing with names.

“Staying here? But Seonghwa, I can’t stay in this building all alone with some unknown people and even I have to attend university.”

Hongjoong interjects, “You are not alone here. We also live here and about university, we will let them know about your full time internship and you can have online tutoring classes and Jongho can take you to the campus for once a week to submit your assignments and projects.”

Jongho who was silently sitting on a rocking chair in the corner look up on hearing his name. he nodded when he sees you looking at him. He stands up and come near to stand beside Hongjoong.

“You all stay here?”

The youngest speaks with a smile on his face, “Yes. This building has twenty floors and the last five floors and the rooftop is only for us similarly like this eighth floor which is our private office area. You can stay in any room from top floors.”

“The other floors?”

“Well the other floors where the staffs and others are allowed are only till seventh floor and to the rest only the personal requested staffs when some important business is to be done. The rest of the floors will be introduced to you when you will have a building tour tomorrow after turning in the form.”

“I can reject the letter offer right?”

“Y/N?” Yeosang abruptly asked you from the place near glass window from where he was enjoying the outside view. Everybody in the room paused on their action hearing your question and the way Yeosang’s call was near to a yell. Your wide eyes fixed on the said male, who made his way near your form to sit beside you. He turns your chair to make you face him and pull it closer.

“Yeosang….I meant that I can-“

“Y/N. Accept the offer and do what they have said accordingly unless we are losing our mind or we have some other ways to make you do it.”

“I have my own rights to do things and on that I can reject it if I don’t think this job is for me.”

“Y/N I swear-“

“Yeosang! Come with me.” San with quick steps come to your view to drag him away from you outside the room so that he can’t further make you more scared.

‘How can that angel speak to you like this?’

Yunho takes the previous male’s seat but his expression is even more dark. He communicated something with eyes with the two heads of the office before proceeding to state his opinion.

“Take the offer letter. Think about it after you go back to your dorm. You can take your time but don’t think to push this away carelessly as you know you don’t get this sort of opportunities every day. “

“I need time to think. My life is already messed up with so much of different stuffs. I know I have to do something with my career but am confused right now. Please give me some time and then I will let you know.”

Hoping to not piss them off anymore, you carefully expressed your view. You scanned all of their faces to at least get hints of some positive reply.

“Okay take this weekend to come up with a decision and we will meet you on Monday with our final round of being just friendly strangers.”

‘Friendly Strangers?’

Your confused look on Hongjoong’s words make the three males near you chuckle.

“I suppose they have mentioned you about our childhood friendship so after you accept our offer, we will treat you like how an actual female bestfriend should be treated.”

“I told you Y/N, we all are really happy to get you back.”

“Mingi, how come you all are so sure that I will end up with accepting this offer?”

Seonghwa added this time, “We are more than sure that your decision will be to accept the offer as the only option.”

You focused yourself on your fidgeting thumbs on the table and bit your lips because the more they are speaking, the more you are becoming confused.

To your opposite Seonghwa holds your hand startling you, “Calm down Y/N. Go home take rest and think about this with a clear mind.” He gives you a comforting smile in the end.

Your head is paining and all of a sudden, you are feeling overwhelmed with all these attentions all at once. You glance to everyone present in the room and close your eyes.

“I want to go back to campus.”

“Wooyoung take her back and make sure to have a visit to the university.” Nodding his head on hongjoong’s order, he guides you to the out of the room to take you back to your place.

“What do we do now Hongjoong? If she rejects the offer then our plan to bring her here will go in vain.”

“Don’t worry Seonghwa. Everything is going to be as planned. Yunho, you know what to do tomorrow right?”

The said male leans on his chair and eyes focused on the chair where you were sitting few minutes ago.

“Of course! I know.”

“Whats a plan that am not aware of?”

“No one is aware of this except us. It’s just we came up with this to avoid any mishap in our plan.”

“And what’s that?”

“You will know it from her on your own when she will be coming here with a positive feedback to our plan.”

Mingi along with the youngest is exiting the room when suddenly he turns back to face the three sitting males, “Now come on, we need to see why he lost his mind that time.”

———————

After a silent ride back to your campus, you somewhat felt relief to be back in a familiar atmosphere.

“Thanks for the ride Wooyoung.”

“No worries. Have fun cupcake, lets meet on Monday and I hope we will spend a bit more time.”

“I don’t know if that’s possible.”

“Oh! Trust me the fun begins here.”

You both waved each other to part ways on your own.

Maybe this is the only day, you are able to escape a hidden danger and to be back to your own little paradise.

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Omg!

Really loved the idea of East blue asylum. I have a few questions about it! (If you are willing to hear me out of thought about it, haha) First. Is Sabo really dead or is something like in the Canon where Luffy (and Ace before whatever happened to him) thought he was, but he actually wasn't? (A part of me would love the latter, but the first scenario is also very plausible). Second, I'm wondering about the other East blue villains? We know about Arlong, but the rest? (This isn't me asking about Buggy, of course not, haha)

(Thought I have an idea about the clown also related with Shanks because Shuggy: He was previously interned right after Roger's death, and with help he was able to recover. Maybe that was the reason Shanks recommended the place to intern Luffy in first place, giving him his straw hat and assuring him they've seen each other again once he fully recovered, making a parallelism with the Canon. Now the clown (like Franky) is a volunteer that helps whenever he could and Luffy loves to bicker with him because of his funny reaction about his red nose.)

Anyway! You can take it or not! He could also be a patient, I think that could work too!

Thanks for sharing the idea!

Oh! I'm happy you liked it!

Sabo is considered dead in this au, and just like in the series, both Luffy and Ace had a hard time coping with it and could "see him" from time to time. Losing a second brother down the line was what made him snap. And although I kept Ace's death like in canon, I moved it around a bit to make it the reason to trigger Luffy's disorders. And the series starts when he comes into the hospital.

In reality, Sabo isn't really dead. He almost died in a house fire but by the time they rescued him he had hit his head and gotten temporary amnesia. He grew up trying to remember who he was and by the time he did, he felt like he abandoned his brothers and felt like he couldn't barge back into their lives. Luffy was going to become a firefighter because of what happened to Sabo and Ace was volunteering for safety patrols. They had entire lives that he was no longer part of, but he just couldn't resist going to the funeral. Good thing he managed to outrun his brother.

(for people with no context: here)

Technically, keeping Sabo dead would make more sense in the real world, but I think it'd be more interesting and a bit more sad if he wasn't and Luffy kept seeing him. The first time he saw him was a bit before Ace's death. He told his big brother but he just went "I know, I sometimes see him as well... Like a mirage of the kid we used to love," but Luffy's just like "No, I saw him as an adult! He was real!" And it was a bit concerning but they decided, oh well, he's been a bit of an odd child anyway. But then Ace died and Luffy ruined the funeral because he was supposedly chacing his other brother. It was bad enough that he went in a state of shock for a full three days, but this was too much... Everyone keeps telling him that they're both dead. Accidents happen. But he refuses to believe it and slowly starts creating this makeshift world to fit the trauma of losing his family.

It got worse when he found out he got admitted into a facility. I believe he goes to visit him later on under a fake name, but tells him that he can't tell anyone he's alive. He said it mainly because he knew they'd probably think he was losing progress and double his pills.

As for the rest of the villains (Buggy)... The marines are just guards who won't let him leave - or in Luffy's eyes, suppressing his freedom. (Except for Garp, he's just his grandpa and he's in the military in real life as well. He comes to visit his grandson whenever he can but it's very painful for him.) Axehand Morgan is just an asshole guard who got fired for abusive behavior. His son had the same internship that Koby did and they both left after a while but would come back after some time later.

For captain Kuro, I think he'd just be one of Usopp's lies. Maybe he was an ex of Kaya's (before Usopp came along) who used her for her money and he told this big story about how he tried to kill everyone and how he saved the day and was all heroic for Kaya and sent him running for the hills. Luffy liked it so much that he put his own little spin on it and added himself to the story.

As for Buggy, I honestly didn't really think about it. But if I had to, I initially thought he could be a patient, but I didn't like that, so I thought "Maybe a guard", but that wasn't fitting either. But I think I got it! What would make a kid believe someone is a rival, become an ally, back to annoying kinda rivals and so on and so forth? Well I think one of his favorite uncle's exes would do just fine.

Outside of Luffy's world, Shanks and Garp have a normal relationship of tough love, the only thing Garp blames him for is spoiling Luffy and Ace too much. The boys have lived with Shanks for a long time and had seen a lot of his love life. His first love - Buggy, who was a part-time clown for kids' parties. Makino - who was Luffy's favorite because she would cook him tasty food, unlike Shanks who only ordered takeout. Mihawk - the cool goth, who was neurodivergent, (so is Luffy) so there was a kind of unspoken bond there. And then Buggy again.

In my mind, Shanks ran back to him after Ace's death for comfort. Buggy, now grown with a real job and no longer a part-time clown, stayed in Luffy's mind the evil clown who loved money and that's why he broke Shanks's heart. (Or that's how he saw it...)

...

But then I read yours as well and I liked it! I like the idea of him getting help after Roger's death. I think that maybe him or a parental figure were afraid that he was too emotional and could potentially get depressed. So he went to see a psychiatrist and they decided it's best to take him in for a little while, just to make sure he handles grief in a healthy way that wouldn't be harmful to himself or people around him. Maybe that's why he broke up with Shanks. But he was too embarrassed to tell him that he had such a hard time handling death, so he lied about it. He lied and made up a different reason to leave.

And now that I think about it, this - him knowing how hard loss can be, could be the reason why he was so willing to welcome Shanks again. Because he's been there and he knows that it hurts less if there's someone next to you and he wants to be next to Shanks.

Thanks for the ask! I'd love answering any other additional questions if you or anyone has :))

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✒️ hooked - snowjanus week day 1 - based on this post

✒️day one: first meet ✒️ in order to graduate, coriolanus needs to have a certain amount of community service hours on his record.. oh, brother. luckily, the ever generous plinth family is offering internships to students, giving them a glimpse of the wonderful world of business. each student is assigned a "mentor" who is supposed to show them the ropes. and lucky for coriolanus, he got the best of the bunch– the heir to the plinth throne himself. little does he know, this internship isn't as innocent as it seems.

✒️trigger warnings: none :]

✒️ a/n: i have no idea what this is. happy snowjanus week lmao. also please do read the post link on the far right, it gives some context 🙏🙏

It was a field trip, really? A fucking field trip? Could there be anything more juvenile than this? The last time they had a field trip was in Elementary school, when they took a trip to Dr. Gaul's lab– To show off all of her amazing inventions for society. All they really took away from that day was a goodie bag filled with questionable candy.

The first day of Internship Week at the Academy. Students sign up to spend the week volunteering at a local business and by the end of the week, fill out a form saying whether or not they'd like to continue their service with said business. Most of them were cutesy bakeries or small shops, owned by women who surely were old enough to be considered fossils. Fabricia's store downtown even offered a position, but none of them caught Coriolanus' attention.

Coriolanus wanted a job in the government, which came to a shock to most others. Really? I thought you'd be a writer or something.. Clemmie told him when she found out. How dull, he thought. What good will being an author do him? No. That's not the life he wants.

Snow lands on top. And he'll do everything in his power to make sure he will.

So, he's interning at Plinth Enterprise's, a company that went big in the Dark Days. Supposedly, they sold weapons.. But the money they had accumulated couldn't have just come from weapons, surely. It was a big conspiracy.

The bus ride there was uncomfortable and rickety. Only a dozen roads had been fully patched up after the war, most still fill of potholes. The ones in Downtown– Where Plinth Enterprise's resigned– were halfway patched.

At least he was alone. Only maybe five other students chose to intern at Plinth Enterprise's, Felix Ravenstill and Festus Creed being the most notable.. Well, scratch that. Felix didn't interest him. Festus was a good enough of an acquaintance to consider a friend. But not good enough to sit with.

The bus came to a screeching halt, causing Coriolanus' head to slam against the window he was leaning on. Great.

He stepped off the bus, met with the towering sight of Plinth Enterprise’s, at least 30 stories tall. Do they really need this many floors? He thought, leaning his head back to try and get a glimpse of the top. They just manufacture weapons.. Surely they should be in a factory, or at least near one. The only things to be seen were skyscrapers and other various buildings, though. No factories or warehouses in sight... The windows all had a gloomy tint to them. Were they trying to hide something? Now that would be funny.

A funny looking man came through the glass doors at the front (“what is it with rich people and glass?”), and declared himself their tour guide. He gave a name but Coriolanus could care less. It was almost like looking in a mirror with the way the guide was dressed– White dress shirt that was clearly too tight hidden by a dark blazer to try and counter it. His slacks seemed to fit him just fine, though. Coriolanus envied that. He was squeezed so tightly in these clothes it felt like his head would pop off his shoulders any moment.

The interior of the building was just as elegant as the outside of it– Lush black carpets and leather seats, a basket of fresh fruit on every table. Coriolanus’ stomach rumbled at the sight, thankfully covered by the hustle and bustle of the employees in the lobby. Everything and everyone was dressed in monochrome colors. It was almost like stepping into a new world.

Their guide led them down a hall and up two flights of stairs. I really shouldn’t have skipped breakfast, Coriolanus thought with dismay. His head was already beginning to cloud and feel airy. Stay focused.

They were led through another set of doors into a giant, pale room with staircases sprawling out on either side of a landing. It had a railing and everything. This very place is the definition of "look at me! I have money!"

The guide then went into a clearly over-rehearsed speech about what they would be doing– Acting as assistants, basically. Messenger boys. Fucking fantastic. They were to be assigned a mentor of sorts who would give them their assignments and educate them on the business when they had the time.

The doors at the top of the landing opened, and a boy in a suit came out. Now he looked like he belonged here– Buff frame with curly brown hair, stubble coating his chin and cheeks, all wrapped up in a nice black suit.

Coriolanus' stomach fluttered. Now is not the time to get a crush. And his voice? Oh, just as heavenly.

"We're all very, very glad you're here." Smooth, low, but if you listened close enough, you'd catch some grit. Like a ripple in a pond.. The boy pulled out his hand from his pocket– Gloved hand, oh fuck– And unfolded a white slip of paper. "I'll be reading off your mentoring assignments. They'll be here shortly and we can get this show on the road.."

He cleared his throat. "Mr. Creed, you'll be with Athena." He glanced up. "Mr. Ravenstill.. Woo, what an honor. You'll be with Tiberus. Mr. Pennyworth, you're with Caesar.. And.."

The brunette stared him down with a gaze that was bordering on intimacy. Coriolanus felt himself start to sweat under the collar of his much too tight dress shirt. He didn't even know this boys name, and he was already thinking things that would get him fired on the spot.

The boy wet his lips, looking up from his paper wirh a grin before gesturing a finger at Coriolanus. "And you, blondie.. You're with me."

Oh, fuck. Just what I needed.

The mentors and their interns soon split up. Christ, did he look better up close. "May I ask for your name, sir?" Coriolanus asked, trying to keep his eyes focused on the boys face at least.

"Professionally?" He took a step forward, placing his gloved hands in his pockets. "Mr. Plinth." Oh, fuck. "But.. I've never been one for professionalism.. So call me Sejanus."

"Sejanus.." A sweet name for a sweet looking boy. "I'm looking forward to our time together."

"So am I." Sejanus smiled at him.

This was going to be a long week.

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crow-stars · 1 year

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❝HEAR IT FROM ME❞

❦ summary; a person's voice, so unique and custom to them and only them. it's familiar to those who know it and sought after to those who love it.

♪the characters in this story; cater diamond, gn!reader

✎word count; 822

☛the author's notes; nothing to note...

☪look at the catalogue?

The phone rang once, no answer. Twice, no answer. Three times, and the call was picked up.

“H... Hello?”

He smiled at the sound of your voice and answered quickly. “Morning cutie! Did you sleep well?”

Cater hears you groan into the phone, probably dragging a hand down your face to try and wake yourself up a bit more.

“Cater, it is five am where I am right now. You could’ve at least texted me.”

He chuckles a bit at your tired voice, but is still smiling regardless. “Oh, I know, but I’m excited to hear your voice! I’m-”

You’re quick to interrupt him. “‘Coming back today and can’t wait to see you.’ I know Cay, you’ve been calling me almost everyday since you got the notice.” There’s a small little affectionate chuckle from you and it makes Cater melt.

Cater was a senior now, with you not being a senior. As a senior, Cater had to go off campus to get some real world experience and get some internships. Fortunately, he had gotten a few offers that he was happy to accept but, unfortunately, the ones he wanted were all quite a bit away from NRC and Sage’s Island. That also meant being away from you.

He whined and despaired about this, and Cater was very tempted to take some of the closer options. But you, ever the angel, persuaded him to take the ones that he wanted. You told him you’d be fine without him and that it was only a year, that the two of you could always call and text one another.

While not the most preferred situation, Cater did do his best to keep in contact with you, calling more than texting, despite you telling him to just text you and not do a minute call talking about his lunch. He still insisted on calling though, and he was thankful that you put up with him for so long.

“Anyway, how’s class these days?”

He hears shuffling on the other end and a small sigh before your answer.

“Could be better, could be worse. Trying to get better grades in Crewel’s classes.”

Cater giggles lightly. “If you want, I could help.”

He hears you laugh now and it makes Cater smile wide.

“Sweet, but no. I’ll be fine, Cay.”

“Aww. Oh well then.”

“How long until you get here?”

Cater pulls the phone away from his ear and checks the time. It’s 5:17 am and, from how fast his transport is going, he estimated a good hour or so, if he’s lucky.

“I’ll probably get here at maybe six, six twenty.”

You smile and chuckle lightly. “That’s good. This means I have an hour to sleep. Night night.”

Your words make Cater panic, and he doesn’t want you to hang up on him. “Wait, wait, wait! Don’t hang up, please!”

“What?”

His cheeks flush red and he grips the phone a bit tighter. Seven, that was embarrassing to say out loud and your confused what doesn’t help a lot either.

Cater hears more shuffling, more movement and you sound much more awake now. “Why don’t you want me to hang up, Cater?”

“Haha it’s just... y’know...” His voice got quieter and quieter, this wasn’t like him at all and he wished that you could read minds so he wouldn’t say all this aloud. Maybe he should’ve just texted you, to avoid this.

“No Cay, I don’t know.” Your voice, it’s gentle, soft and caring. It makes Cater’s chest fill with emotions that he wants to bask in. “You can tell me, I won’t judge.”

The words are there in his chest, ready to slip past his lips, and he just wants to screw his lips shut. But he doesn’t want to say no to you, to lie to you.

“I like your voice...”

There’s a pause, he hears you suck in a sharp breath and he waits for your answer, fingers curling in a tight fist. He dreads anything negative that may come from your lips, but he just wants to hear you say something, just anything.

“You...” Another pause, you suck in a breath. “You like my voice.”

Cater makes an affirming noise. You let out a breathy laugh and he hopes that it’s a good thing.

“Cater.” He hears you giggle and his heart soars at the sound. “Cater, you are one interesting person, you know.”

“Cay-Cay knows it best, cutie!”

You laugh and he smiles, happy that you didn’t berate him or call him odd. You only keep accepting and accepting him. All of him.

“Alright, I guess I can stay on call for a bit longer, since I’m already awake.”

Cater grins, humming happily. “Yay! Thank you~” As the two of you continue talking, he grips the small little bouquet of flowers in his hands. As cheesy as it is, he just hopes you’ll accept it as you keep doing with him.

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stilespeters · 1 year

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SALVATION (series)

(part 1) (part 2) (part 3) (part 4) (part 5) (part 6)

pairing: colin zabel x reader

words: 3047

A/N: i told myself i was gonna make the chapters shorter but its still somehow 3k🥲, anyway i hope its not boring. lmk what u think bc feedback is always appreciated. also, im still working on the requests, im having a bit of trouble atm with writing the smut but it’ll be alright. Should mosy likely be posted this week.

summary: after some drama at home, a detective saves your life. Later, an invitation is in your mail.

warnings: swearing, hallucinations

part 2: the invitation

“I’m home!” You yelled as you placed your bag next to the counter and you walked to the kitchen with your car keys where Zoe stood. She looked up from her phone and she smiled when she saw you. She waited for you to give her the car keys so she could drive herself to her internship.

“Did everything go alright?” she asked and you nodded as you leaned against the counter.

“Yeah, I got a new psychiatrist. His name is Rudy Vincent.” Zoe had a smug look on her face when she heard it was a male, and before you could protest, she already spoke.

“Is he cute?”

“He’s too old for you.” you retorted.

“I wasn't talking for me, I was talking for you.”

You gave her a knowing look and you raised your eyebrow at her, making her raise her hands up in defense.

“You’ve been single since what? The stone age?”

You huffed at that and crossed your arms. “Come on now, I’m 23. I’m not that old.”

Zoe rolled her eyes in a playful manner with a scoff. “Can’t believe that I, as a 17 year old, have more sexual experience than you, my 23 year old sister.”

“Zoe, that’s not… I don’t want to talk about this right now. I have 99 problems to think about and sex isn't one of them.” She chuckled, and this time you were the one who rolled your eyes.

“What about you? Seeing anyone interesting? A certain blonde maybe?”

She turned red and looked away and you gave her a smirk. You remembered a blonde boy that came by now and then and then Zoe would go with him. You never asked about it since you were always busy with something in the house, but now you were curious. “I thought he was the mailman first until I saw the letters KLG on his shirt. He’s a frat boy?” You scanned Zoe’s face and you couldn't help but laugh when you saw her biting her lip. “You like him.”

Zoe looked everywhere but your eyes, and you immediately knew the answer. Lately you had noticed that she was much more glowy. It was visible in her face but it was also noticeable in the way she acted. She was much more on her phone lately and she kept smiling behind her screen.

“And I think his school is close to your internship so that means you’ll get to see him even more.” You winked at her and she bit her lip while looking at her feet. “How do you even know him?”

“I met him at a frat party where Madison dragged me to a week ago.”

“Cute, you should show me a picture sometime, I haven't seen his face yet.” you respond. “Oh, and to answer your first question, Vincent seems nice but I’d like to just keep him as my psychiatrist. I have no interest in dating at the moment. For now I have my hands full with two teenagers,” you froze, your face turning into irritation. “Speaking of which, where is Violet?”

“She's upstairs, but Y/n… maybe it’s not the best idea if you-” but before she could finish her sentence, you had already moved to the stairs. You spun around to face Zoe one more time and she caught your car keys before you walked upstairs.

In the hallway you walked to the door on the right with a board that said “Do not disturb”, but you opened the door anyway and immediately stepped into a t- shirt on the ground.

When you looked up, you saw Violet with headphones next to the window with her head resting on her palms, and a cigarette between her fingers.

“Violet!” you tried but the music in her headphones were too loud for her to hear you. So you walked inside and stood next to her with your arms crossed and your eyebrow raised.

“Violet!” This time she looked up a you and placed the headphones around her neck. “What.”

“Don’t give me ‘what’” you sighed. “I got a call from school. You’ve been skipping classes, seriously Violet?”

“Skipping one class isn't gonna hurt me, Y/n.”

“This isn’t just one class, it’s four days. You’ve been skipping school for 4 days. Where the hell have you been? How do you even get cigarettes?” you eyed it in her hands with disgust.

She rolled her eyes and looked back outside. “You’re not my mother, I don't have to tell you,”

“No that's right, but as long as Cordelia is in France, you’re my responsibility. And as long as you're my responsibility you do as I say.” You closed your eyes while sighing and you rubbed your temples. “All I ask from you is to just go to school and not smoke in the house.”

She didn't seem fazed, and as a means to annoy you even more, she brought the cigarette back between her lips and made eye contact. That’s when you plucked it out of her mouth and threw it out of the window, and you could hear her protest as she watched it fall into the grass.

“You’re such a bitch.” she snarled and you rolled your eyes. “No smoking in the house, you're free to do whatever you want as long as you obey those rules.”

“Whatever.”

You sighed again, and you turned around to leave the room. You stopped however when you heard her mumble something.

“You're not even my real sister.” it was as quiet as a whisper but to you it was like a gunshot next to your ear. You slowly turned around and scanned her for any sort of hesitation on her face. All you could read was irritation that you threw her cigarette out of the window. You tried not to show her how hurt you were by her words, but your jaw clenched and your eyebrows were knitted together.

“You know what, I cannot deal with this right now, I’m gonna clear my head,” you sighed and turned around to leave the room. “We’ll talk about it later when I get back.”

When you walked downstairs, Zoe was still in the kitchen and she looked up at you once you walked over to her. You leaned against the counter.

“What am I gonna do with her.” you groaned and you covered your face with your hands. You had always been patient with Violet, especially since you saw so much of your younger self in her, but lately with everything going on, you felt like you were failing as a sister. Sisters were supposed to support each other and have fun with each other. They aren't supposed to disagree with everything and fight about everything. You hated that you kept acting like her mother, but in cases of skipping school, you had to.

You felt a hand on your shoulder and you slowly looked up to see Zoe look at you with an understanding smile. “You're doing great, Y/n. Don't beat yourself up. She'll come around, I know she will.”

“Yeah,” you whispered and you looked outside into the garden. “I think I’m gonna go for some fresh air, maybe get some coffee. I need to clear my head.”

“Alright, I’m going to my internship,” she walked to the door but paused. “You’ve got mail by the way.” She pointed at the stack of posts on the table. “I’ll check them later.” You said and you walked over to the coatrack.

After you sat down at a table with coffee in your hands you couldn't stop thinking about what Violet said. It was like a knife to your chest, and you hated that you and her didn't have a bond as tight as it was before. Yes, you weren't her sister biologically, but you didn't care that you weren't blood related to the Goode family. Violet was still legally your sister whether she liked it or not.

And although you knew it was probably just her moody teenage self, it still hurt.

You loved her unconditionally and part of you felt like that love wasn't fully returned.

You bit the inside of your cheek and before you knew it, thoughts consumed you. Most of them were about you and violet. You didn't even realize that half an hour had passed.

That’s when you looked up, and came face to face with your worst nightmare.

Kai Anderson.

It was so sudden that your smile immediately disappeared. It felt like the air got sucked from your lungs, and your mind stopped working. As if the wheels in your head stopped spinning, and the world around you froze.

He was casually standing on the other side of the crosswalk with his hands in his pockets, a neutral expression on his face and his lips in a thin line. When you made eye contact, his lips curled upwards in somewhat of a mocking smile and you analyzed him cautiously. His blue hair was shoulder length as always, he wore a black jacket and black trousers, and he had a dark blue beanie on his head.

Even from a distance he looked menacing.

Your eyes narrowed at him, and your knuckles turned white as you squeezed your coffee cup. It was a wonder that you didn’t squish it, but luckily it didn’t since the coat you were wearing was Zoe’s. She’d kill you if you stained it since it was one of her favorites. One time when you stole her scarf for a day and stained it with cola, she didn’t talk to you for the rest of the day. Which is funny since she wasn't the most fond of fashion.

After a few seconds of recollection, your grip loosened on the cup and your mouth that hung slightly open, closed. You remembered what Vincent said.

“If you see him again, I want you to try and convince yourself that he isn’t real.”

So you closed your eyes, and let out a deep sigh while repeating the same sentence over and over again.

you are not real, you are not real, you are not real.

You were sure that if bystanders were to see you chant this, they would absolutely think you were batshit crazy, but you didn't care. They already thought you were. All you wanted was for this fucker to go away and rot in hell, not in your dreams or in your daily life. And if making yourself look like a fool was the solution to get him away, you would gladly do it.

After minutes passed, you sucked in one deep breath, and when you opened your eyes part of you expected for him to be gone.

Yet again, you were met with the same terrifying eyes of Kai.

Fear began to creep back in, and your muscles that loosened a while ago now tensed again. Why wasn’t he going away? Why was he still standing there like time hadn’t passed? How did he look so real?

Your eyes blinked rapidly, like there was something in your eye that wouldn’t go away. But no matter what you did, he just didn’t go away. He was like a fly in the room at night who kept zooming in your ear. Like, no matter what you do, no matter how hard you try to swat it away, it just keeps zooming like a nuclear alarm. It was the most infuriating thing ever.

Suddenly you had the urge to kick him as hard as possible. You downed the last remaining bits of coffee down your throat, clenched your jaws shut together and your clammy hands turned into fists. Suddenly all the fear and confusion started to morph into anger.

It morphed into pure rage.

He had taken control over your life for 7 years.

He wasn't gonna take more.

So you did something that might be the smartest or dumbest thing you had ever done.

You stood up, threw 5 dollars out of your purse on the table for your coffee, and you started making your way to the other side of the crossroad. People around you didn’t notice the way you marched in one line straight to Kai, except for the people you pushed away. They glared.

But you didn't give a flying fuck. For years you had made yourself a victim, trying to ignore your problems until they eventually went away, only to recur again. But right now, you wanted to face your problem, in the hopes of finally overcoming your fear. In the hopes of finally being able to breathe without feeling paranoid. You finally decided to not cower or run away.

You almost reached the pedestrian cross, when you suddenly got pulled out of your thoughts as someone roughly pulled your coat, making you let out a yelp. Your body got tugged backwards just as a car screeched down the road, and you nearly tripped as your heel got stuck in front of the trottoir. Your eyes went wide as the car honked, and if it weren't for two hands holding you steady, you would've fallen down due to the momentum.

“It’s a pedestrian crossing, are you blind?!” A man shouted. He held your arms firmly, afraid that you’d fall if he didn't and his voice was filled with worry. “I got you.” His voice was gentle and you stared at his chest in shock. You didn't realize that your inner monologue made you not watch your surroundings. It almost got you run over. A few people who were now crossing the road, looked up at the two of you and you couldn't feel more embarrassed.

His eyes were still focused on the car that moved around the corner. Your eyes were still wide and your heart was rapidly beating as adrenaline flooded through your body. Your arms were clutched to your chest and your mouth hung slightly agape. You looked like a lost child who just lost their parents.

“Hey, are you okay?” You snapped back into reality and your head tilted to look at the man who saved your life. “Yeah.” You managed to get out in a voice crack and you gulped harshly. He gave you a soft smile and let go of your arms carefully. His hands went into his pockets and you scanned his face. He had dimples, dark brown eyes and dark brown hair.

“You saved my life, thank you.”

“It’s nothing. That asshole should’ve seen that it was a pedestrian crossing. There are children walking around here.” He looked at two kids eating ice cream a few meters away from you before looking back at me again.

“Are you okay, truly? Cause that must've been quite the scare. I hope I didn't grab your arm too harshly.”

“Yeah I’m fine, really. Thank you again for pulling me back. I owe you.”

There was a short silence and you both exchanged shy glances. You had never seen this man before, but he had somewhat of a familiar face. You swore you had seen him somewhere before but you couldn't quite place it from where you had seen him. It was probably just one of those faces that looked similar.

After you got out of your trance, you looked at the spot where Kai stood, and now he was nowhere to be seen.

“Fuck,” you said as you stared at the empty spot, and the man raised his eyebrows.

“I’m sorry, I just…” you began and the man looked at the spot where you were previously staring at. “Never mind.”

You looked back at him and after a short glance, he raised his hand for you to shake. “I’m Colin by the way.”

His hands were big compared to yours. “Y/n.”

His smile faded and his eyes widened. “Holy shit, you’re the girl from the Anderson case,” he could faintly remember your features from the girl in the court video. You looked identical, only older.

You slowly nodded while kissing the back of your teeth and he immediately shook his head. “I’m sorry, you must be tired from hearing that all the time, I’m new to the area here for work.”

That’s when the wheels for you began to click. “Wait, you’re that one detective guy, the one who solved that one cold case and the one who solved that one case in Pennsylvania.”

“Yup.” he placed emphasis on the p and you smiled. Funny how you two both recognized each other.

“That’s really impressive, are you here for the recent killings?”

“Yeah, I was on my way to the station actually, you?”

“I was uhmm… just about to head home, I’m sorry for holding you up,” you referred to his previous answer. “Thanks for saving me, again I’m really grateful.”

“It’s alright.” He said and as you looked up at him, he was contemplating whether or not to continue the conversation, but before he could speak, you had already walked away.

He cursed himself for not talking to you more because he really felt something when he touched you. He knew it was silly, but as he watched you walk away, he felt kind of… drawn to you.

When you got home you had placed yourself on the couch with your mail at hand. Most of it wasn't that special. Bills, insurance, advertisements… You scanned through it all, until one envelope caught your attention.

It was sealed with red marking and on the center of the envelope was your name written in elegant calligraphy.

You carefully opened the envelope to not damage the paper, and when it opened, a card slid out of it. The paper felt thick and expensive, and when you read the words, you knitted your eyebrows together.

Dear Miss Goode, it has been a while since we last spoke. I hope you’re doing well in these times of despair, and I hope to get our status up as acquaintances after all these years. Thereby I am most delighted to invite you to the opening of the Hotel Cortez. Saturday at 8pm. You can bring a plus one if you’d like. It would be delightful if you were to attend.

JPM

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I love Lilith Crewel and I've realized you haven't spoken much of her second husband, Divus father. Any headcanons for him other than they're still good friends? How does he interact with Yuu? Or if we do the AU where Divus and Yuu's older sister are dating does he know? Love your stuff and thank you

Oh I'd love to talk about Divus father! I haven't really sat down ot type anything out for him, but I now I have the moment to do so! So thanks for that. Lets go!

Divus father is a man by the name of Stephan Baron.

He is a famous designer and a self made man. He grew up in average middle class home with just his parents and older brother. Stephan had always loved clothes and sewing and thought one day he would design costumes for theater. But during his 4th year, he nailed an internship at a famous fashion house and continued to study there until he created his very first line that debuted at the Queendom of Roses fashion week. It was a smash success and propelled him into fame.

Between his parents, Divus looks the most like his father in terms of facial structure. He looks like a more serious version of Stephan. Divus also has his fathers eyes, as well as his tall height. Things like his hair color and genaral demeanor came from Lilith.

Stephan is an animal lover, he showed Divus of having a pet and dogs were always in the house.

Stephan met Lilith while she was to model for a show debuting his new fall line. At that point Lilith had made a name for herself as the new IT girl and was the main model for the show, and Stephan spent a great deal of time with her fitting the dresses to make sure everything was perfect. The two got on well and became close friends after that.

Lilith at one point early on in their friendship told Stephan all about her first marriage. How she didn't love him. How shitty he was. and how she divided all the assets so the divorce would swing in her favor. How to Lilith, marriage for her was only a contract. Stephan had had his own trouble with his love life. None of his relationships had lasted long. Usually his work and the travelling was too much for some people. Stephan found this incredibly frustrating, as he genuinely wanted to start a family of his own.

After a couple years, they both sort of came to the same conclusion: Marry each other. They both decided they wanted a child, and why risk having one with someone you couldn't stand or could cause custody problems down the line? They were both at the height of their careers, so a marriage would be breaking news. All publicity is good publicity after all. And so, Stepan and Lilith had their famous wedding. In which Lilith wore her miniskirt dress and long dragging fur coat. Stephan had designed and mad the dress himself. The whole thing was so abrupt and lacked the months of of planning for a huge wedding that people were in shock. There were even rumors for a while that it was a shotgun wedding.

But no, two years later, Divus was born. Very much planned and loved by his parents. Carrying on her familys name was very important to Lilith, so Stephan encouraged her to give Divus her last name. He didn't really care about those things, he just wanted to be a dad.

Despite his busy schedule, Stephan always made time for Divus. Often bringing him to his fashion house for father son work days. Or in his home studio, Divus would "help" his father. (Stephan would give him some small task to do like sorting thread or folding pieces of fabric or ribbon) it's her Divus learned to see from his father. Had a child friendly machine set up for him and Stephan would help him make things like clothes of little plushies. The projects got bigger as Divus grew older.

Stephan was the one who encouraged and/still is the biggest investor of Divine Magazine when Lilith started it up shortly after they married.

He and Lilith decided after a few years that now that they had gotten what they wanted out of their marriage, it was time to split. It was a very amicable divorce and everything was split as was agreed. Though because they remained close and Lilith didn't mind Stephan staying, there was no rush for him to move off the Crewel. So it didn't register to young Divus that his parents were not married for a long time, because very little had changed besides some legal things.

Stephan had relocated from the queendom of roses to the shaftlands when Divus was sixteen, and he still loves and operates there to this day.

Though Stephan loves farther now, he's very excited about his adoptive grandchild. Like Lilith, Stephan is a strong believer of chosen families, so he welcomed Yuu wholeheartedly to the family when he was finally able to visit his son.

Stephan is a lot more calm and collected than Lilith is. While she's taking Yuu out shopping to spoil them rotten and parade them around proudly. Stephan has found he's the kind of grandfather who likes to make you a warm drink and ask about your day. He's a very soothing and comforting presence to have around.

Stephan has always been a family man that enjoys entertaining. When Divus took Yuu to visit him, he had already set up a nice room for them, with sheets in the color Divus said he liked best and care basket ready. He's very thoughtful in small ways like that.

His and Liliths relationship is much the same as it had been almost 40 years: with Lilith taking charge and Stephan cheering in the background. Or trying in vain to hold her back from doing something over the top. "What are we going to do with her?" He found himself asking sometimes while holding a baby Divus while Lilith was going off on someone.

Overall Stephan is a very kind and creative man that loves his family dearly.

#twisted wonderland #twst yuu #twst oc #twst divus #divus crewel #lilith crewel #stephan baron #twst headcanons

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mieohmy · 2 years

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sticky situations | prologue.

PAIRING: spiderman! mark lee x sidekick! afab reader

GENRE: superhero! au, f2ls, romance, action, SLOW BURN, angst, fluff, humor

WORD COUNT: 8.2k

NOTES: profanity, depictions of violence, weapons, blood/injuries, all around obliviousness, not proofread im sorry i write at like the peak of dawn

SUMMARY: you never thought you’d be partners in crime with the red and blue spandex wearing hero who is not only your friend mark, but also the guy you secretly have a crush on.

author’s note: hihi! for the first time i decided to write a prologue for one of my upcoming wips (mainly bc it would be too long if i included all the backstory into the original fic lmao) anyways this serves as a sort of teaser so hopefully its alright :) - jae

all throughout highschool, you didn’t really classify your life to be ‘exciting’. you lived in one of the biggest and busiest cities in the country and yet no long lasting love interests, cutthroat drama between your friends, not even a social life to begin with. you supposed it was your choice, after all. you were the one who chose a simple and mundane life and now you had to stick with it.

the pace didn’t really pick up until you turned eighteen and obtained an internship at the newly reformed octavius industries. it was your choice to go into the stem-based field and you did not regret it one bit. the environment was always friendly and you felt normal- as normal as a human doing whatever they wanted to do could be. and surprisingly, it wasn’t hard to form a friend group among the other interns who had similar aspirations (and social anxiety) as you.

lee donghyuck was the first person you met at the labs. entering the company as interns together on the first day, you classified him as the annoyingly bright guy that needed to fucking chill sometimes- and he agreed when you told him that. next was chenle and jisung. they were the two peas in a pod and to be honest, they needed to chill more than donghyuck. nevertheless, they were a breath of fresh air in your stress-filled life.

last but certainly not least, was mark lee. you won’t lie, at first you struggled to connect with him. he was already close friends with donghyuck, chenle, and jisung from high school, so you were actually the newcomer. it wasn’t anything like he gave off ‘weird vibes’ to you, mark was just a lot quieter than the other guys and you didn’t know as much about him. when you asked jisung, that boy just shrugged and said he started acting like that about a year ago but the subject was touchy so they dropped it. apparently, it’s been fine ever since.

to you, mark was just the mysterious guy with a secret. oh for sure, that man was hiding things from the rest of you and you especially were determined to figure out whatever it was. all those cuts and scraps decorating his knuckles and face that came from his “hobby” when you questioned him, yeah no- you didn’t believe any of that bullshit.

and yet, your group just worked. you got closer with all of them- to the point where you actually considered them your friends. they were the people forced to suffer with your 10 cups of coffee everyday (a joke, mostly) and constant, “wait a second, i need to pee.”

it wasn’t for a couple of months into your internship that something shifted. for starters, you had the energy to greet everyone at the lab that certain day. after scanning your badge to enter your assigned lab, you grab a pair of gloves and slip them on.

“hey, y/n,” a voice greets out of nowhere and you almost jump. placing a hand on your now pounding chest, you turn to see mark.

“oh my gosh, mark,” you call out, “you fucking scared me.”

he giggles and you eventually find yourself letting out a small smile too. “my bad,” he apologizes, and you can’t help but note the dark circles under his eyes. he had them on occasion, but you thought yours were bad, and the more you looked the more it seemed like mark was staying up most if not all nights. even more than you- and that was saying a lot.

conversation comes easily, even when the rest of the guys hadn’t shown up yet. “those lazy butts can’t even set an alarm? pathetic,” you murmur while peering down into the microscope.

“i know. they’re always late when we plan group hangouts as well,” he remarks. “oh! and that reminds me, are we still on for that new movie?“

you hum. “that depends on if it’s good or not… and if the others are willing to suffer through another shitty movie. i don’t mind, though.”

you can’t see, but mark smiles unconsciously. “yeah, you’ll just fall asleep if it’s that bad. just like last time.”

you let out a snarky laugh, recalling when you went to watch a film called freaky handshake or something like that. man, you swear it was filmed by two guys who were bored and created the whole plot in less than an hour.

when the five of you went to watch it at the theater, you ended up passing out in the first ten minutes. it wasn’t your fault you were already feeling sleepy when the ads were playing before the start of the movie. mark was kind enough to place his jacket over you, you remember fondly.

focusing back on the specimens you were studying in front of you, you look up at mark. he’s busy dropping a clear liquid on the glass swatch. you politely ask said person to pass you the dropper when he’s finished and he nods. when he hands you it, your fingers touch for a split second and you jolt slightly at the almost electric feeling. first of all, where were mark’s gloves? and second of all, was it just you who felt that? glancing at him, he seems to be unbothered as he continues his work and you’re left to fumble over his lingering warmth.

that’s weird.

so one lovely afternoon, perhaps a week later, mark takes a seat next to you at one of the empty tables with a friendly smile and your stomach actually flutters. maybe it was just the food you ate earlier, you brush it off. but the fact that he chose to sit next to you instead of across from you, or at any other empty table makes your thoughts wander.

over the course of the next week, you can’t help it when linger your eyes on him- when he shrugs on his lab coat, when he loses his goggles and you have to remind him that they’re on his head, when he…

shit. why mark of all people?

what in the actual world, you thought yourself to be way closer with donghyuck than mark. you thought you were perfectly content just being friends. in fact, you weren’t even searching to be in a relationship- especially not one with a co-worker. your only goals were getting enough sleep to survive the next day and working hard at the lab (which so kindly paid you for your internship), so why did mark have to get in the way? you just prayed that the others didn’t notice your sudden weird behavior.

what are feelings and why do they suck? you didn’t want to do anything about it because, to be frank, you were a coward. if mark didn’t like you back- which is what you believed to be true because you didn’t get any of those vibes from him- then it would be so awkward if and when he rejected you. you didn’t want to mess up your good friendship as it was and for the rest of the group as well.

walking into the building one fall morning, you overhear people talking about the news last night. you frown at the recalling of events, it sucked to turn on the tv and see a failed bombing attempt at brooklyn bridge. apparently, a number of escaped convicts stole firearms and took it upon themselves to start chaos on the bridge. it took spiderman and the police to finally get the situation in control. but still, you shivered at the idea of the bridge possibly collapsing with all those civilians still there.

strolling into the employees lounge with a fresh cup of coffee, you tap donghyuck on the head. “what’s up, loser?”

he spins around and his eyes fall on the object in your hand. “let me guess, number four?” you softly smack him on the head as he lets out a sound in protest. “it’s my first, thank you very much.”

you pause, taking a sip as you glance around. “where’s jisung and chenle?”

“they went to the lab first,” he answers dutifully. “and mark?” you ask with a frown.

he sends you a look and you stick your tongue out in retaliation. donghyuck doesn’t say anything though, only answering your question with a shrug.

mark didn’t show up for the whole day. you found yourself wondering what happened to him, if it had anything to do with the almost accident last night. was he stuck on that bridge when it happened and needed to recover the day after? ugh, you hated how much you spent the day worrying about him.

as you leave work to get home that night, you send mark a quick text asking if he‘s alright. as you turn the corner, shutting your phone off because it was new york and you were alone by yourself at night, you keep an eye out. some of the stuff you were lucky enough not to be involved in but witnessed… you shivered.

all of a sudden, a body comes flying out of the store in front of you, completely shattering the glass with a horribly loud sound. you let out a silent scream, hand raising up to cover your mouth as you attempt to discover more about the situation.

spiderman comes flying out a few seconds after, shooting what you think are his webs at the guy and effectively trapping him.

you stare, as still as a statue as spiderman finishes his task successfully and swings off into the night, leaving who you guess attempted to rob the poor store webbed up for the cops to handle.

shaking, you take a few seconds to recover before taking another safer route home, one with more people and less glass windows.. what the actual fuck.

straight up, you didn’t really care for spiderman. sure, you admired his efforts to stop crime and help the city. but all his crypticness got on your nerves a bit and you kinda sorta wished spiderman would stop popping in and out before disappearing again as per usual. but who cared about your opinion, you were just a random civilian in a mid-life crisis.

mark shows up the next day at work like nothing happened. his sheepish response to your text the day before was that he had a weird one-day cold, and didn’t want to spread it to anyone. obviously, you knew he was lying but you had no choice but to accept it in the moment. one day, you promise with resolve, you’ll find out more about what that man’s hiding.

even with all his “manly” mysteriousness, you still liked mark. you just didn’t get it. it was just mark. just the same awkward mark who makes the worst jokes at all the wrong moments and is too scared (or too much of a softie to admit it) to kill a fly. as the weeks passed, your feelings only grew stronger- and not weaker as you desperately hoped. and luckily, the only one who seemed to notice something was going on with you was donghyuck, but everyone knew he said the most random shit at times, so thank goodness no one believed a word of out his mouth.

“i’m heading out, bye guys!” after packing up your stuff, you start to head for the exit after a long day at work.

“wait!” a familiar voice calls out, and you abruptly stop. mark catches up to you, handing you your jacket, and your eyes widen.

“oh no, did i leave it? thank you mark,” you grin gratefully. “yeah yeah, no problem.”

he scratches his head. “oh, and be careful going home. the crime reports at night have been rising lately…”

you nod, feeling a warm sensation fill you. “i will. be safe too.” you could always count on mark to be the caring and thoughtful one.

as the door shuts behind you, you don’t notice mark quickly say his goodbyes to head out as well. as you stroll down the cracked sidewalks of new york, you note the chilly weather. it’s been getting colder lately, you frown.

looking up at the night sky, you see a flash of red and blue pass by. immediately you can recognize the pattern. it was strange, after witnessing spiderman at work that one day, you noticed how often you saw him after that. especially at night when you walked home alone, most times when you really stopped to study your surroundings, you swear you would spot him. whether it be out of the corner of your eye or passing by right in front of you, just out of normal speaking distance, spiderman was always there.

but you never thought you’d have a face to face encounter with the spiderman. on a nice cool saturday, you went walking out to meet up with your science gang for dinner.

when you hear the oncoming noise of police sirens, you feel the hairs on your arm raise. from somewhere in front of you, sounds of hushed clamor and commotion fill the air. you can’t see much due to a crowd of civilians in front of you, and you determinedly push past to observe the scene.

it seems you were too late. the police were there and lingering effects of smoke fill your senses. but out of nowhere, a slim figure swings out of nowhere. pleased cheers arise from the crowd around you, and you realize it’s spiderman.

he speaks to the police for a brief moment before turning to the crowd. you study him up close for the first time, his build and gestures. he turns to the crowd, and you don’t pay enough attention to what he says because his voice is so familiar?

perhaps not exactly, but the way he spoke reminded you of someone you couldn’t put your finger on. your thoughts are cut off when you realize his eyes are on you (or at least with his mask on you think he was looking at you) and you look around to see that most of the crowd has dissipated while you stood there like an idiot.

“are you alright, miss?” he speaks with a slight tone of worry, and you blink, startled. you weren’t expecting him to acknowledge you, let alone talk to you.

the only thing that can come out of your mouth is, “is your suit really spandex?”

he softly laughs and that laugh makes you frown. it’s slightly muffled but you think it sounds somewhat like-

“that’s a first. to answer your question, yes and no? it’s actually made up of biogenetically modified synthetic fiber, so i don’t know if you know what that means- wait no, i wasn’t trying to assume your intelligence- um, l-let’s just say a special kind of spandex?”

gaping, you can only nod in response. since when did spiderman sound so awkward? that wasn’t even a word but it’s the only one you could use to describe him attempting to talk to you about that ‘cool’ suit of his.

“sorry about that…” you think you hear a hint of embarrassment in his voice and almost chuckle. he cocks his head before asking you for the time. when you respond, he groans, “ah, i gotta go. maybe ill see you around, miss…?”

you fumble, “uhh, y/n’s fine?” why in the world was he asking for your name?

he clicks his tongue, “nice to meet you then, y/n.” in a split second, he’s up and gone. just like that.

you stand there, staring at the spot he was just in for a few seconds. then you curse. shit, you’re going to be late.

you arrive at mick’s diner 15 minutes late. after getting caught up in spiderman stuff, you ran to the nearest subway station in hopes of making it on time and obviously, you didn’t. huffing and puffing, you push past the door and look for your friends.

chenle’s the first to spot you and raise a hand in your direction. the rest follow his action to you with curious eyes.

“there’s our sleeping beauty,” donghyuck teases and you scowl, sliding into the booth next to jisung. “funny, but this time i didn’t fall asleep. just got caught up in some stuff.”

“stuff?” mark inquires. you cough, “yeah. nothing important.” glancing down at the menu, you fail to notice his tiny frown.

“anyways,” chenle speaks up, “now that you’re here we can discuss who’s going to present to doyoung for our next monthly update.”

a series of groans follow, including yours. you steal a sip of jisung’s water before replying, “i did it last time so it’s not going to be me.”

jisung sighs in disappointment. “when is it, anyways?”

“the sixteenth,” mark affirms. jisung’s eyes widen, “shoot, i can’t be there that day. can you guys cover for me?”

you glance at him, “what’s going on?”

“it’s my mom’s birthday. can’t miss it, you know..” he says sheepishly. donghyuck nods then. “alright. it’s between chenle and mark.”

chenle sits up indignantly. “what? why not you?”

donghyuck leans back in his chair with a relaxed grin. “it’s also my mom’s birthday.”

you start off with narrowed eyes, “you fucking liar don’t-“ and you stop yourself abruptly. “wait, that’s right. your mom and jisung’s mom share a birthday.”

the table sits in silence for a few seconds.

jisung clears his throat. “i guess it’s up to rock paper scissors to decide.” mark and chenle glance at each other. within a few seconds, the loser is clear. chenle lets out a dolphin-like shriek in happiness.

mark looks around the table nervously, “wait guys, i really don’t think you should choose so hastily, maybe we should choose a back up person in case i can’t make it-“

donghyuck shakes his head in disapproval, “nope, nope. sorry but we’ve never done that before. that’s your problem, bro.”

you know what he means. mark’s always been like that. you wouldn’t describe him as flaky, but he was indeed like that. sometimes he would right next to you and then the next second he was gone without a single word. most of the time, there was no definite reason and if you did happen to ask, he say some dumb excuse on why he had to leave. it happened so much that you supposed everyone got used to it, regardless of how much he apologized after.

it didn’t mean mark wasn’t trustworthy. in fact, he was incredibly hardworking and studious. he did all his work with the rest of the group and showed up on important days, which is what mattered the most. (yet you still wondered what made you fall for him.)

“it’s alright mark,” you smile comfortingly. “i bet we can pull something together if you can’t make it.” chenle opens his mouth to protest but you shut him down with a glare.

“if the rest of us got caught up in something, i know you would come through.” mark shoots you a disgustingly sweet smile before reaching over the table and squeezing your hand in thanks, sending a jolt down your spine. the other boys share looks, which you pointedly ignore.

“you’re the best, y/n. you’re such a great friend, unlike some other guys i know,” he jokes but suddenly you don’t find it funny.

friend?

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at your apartment, you spend your (rare) free days lounging around and binging shows. but after that one encounter, you couldn’t resist a google search. who knew what the internet would pull up about spiderman?

as you scroll down the search results, there’s doesn’t seem to be much on him. except for the fact that he saved countless lives and the authorities either seem to love or despise him. is there nothing about his personal life? the true identity of the spandex wearing hero?

you stay up investigating (a normal for you, anyways) but there’s not much you can gather. maybe it’s a project you’ll have to investigate in your own free time.

funny, how spiderman intrigued you. literally like two days ago, you cared less about him. but after seeing him in person, there was something off. you couldn’t pinpoint a certain thing like you usually could in test results and experiments- it’s almost like everything was so indistinct about him.

you enter the building with an already half-drunk cup of coffee. your results yesterday night or rather this morning, proved to be fruitless, so you put your side project away for now.

time to focus on more important stuff… like your team’s latest experiment. why jisung chose amoeba and the rest of you listened to him, you have no clue.

while examining the latest specimen through your lens, you reach out for the next vial when mark lets out a tiny shout of your name. it’s too late and you partially knock into the beaker of boiling hot water instead of the vial.

immediately, you yelp as some of the water splashes onto you and mark rushes to your side. he grabs your burned hand, and you feel your face growing hotter than your hand that literally just got burned by boiling water a second ago.

“are you alright? how bad does it hurt?” he stares at you with such concern in his eyes, it throws you off. you think someone else asks a question in all the commotion, but you either tuned it out or imagined it.

“oh-um- it doesn’t hurt that much yet,” you mutter helplessly and he frowns while inspecting your hand which was growing increasingly red.

“come on, let’s get some first aid. it’s going to get worse if you don’t treat it quickly.”

stunned by his sudden orders, you allow him to basically drag you out of the lab and to the lounge, leaving the rest of the guys to shake their head in disapproval of your idiocy.

you didn’t even know there was a first aid kit under the kitchen sink, and you make a mental note to tell jisung the next time he causes an accident with that clumsy body of his.

mark focuses intently on treating your burn, and you focus on not internally combusting at the sight of him caring for you. you really shouldn’t take it the wrong way- he literally addressed you as his friend not long ago, but you really couldn’t help it when his face was two inches away from yours.

mark finishes with a light smile and scolding. you look down at the floor, half embarrassed and half ashamed. “i was being stupid and not paying attention to my surroundings… sorry for getting you involved in this,” you gesture to your newly wrapped hand.

he shakes his head firmly. “i should’ve warned you about the hot water beforehand. it’s my responsibility to take care of you. just be careful from now on, alright? you almost gave me a heart attack,” he jokes and you appreciate the switch to a lighter atmosphere.

“not as bad as the time chenle almost set the entire building on fire,” you add and he laughs. fuck, you couldn’t get enough of making him laugh.

you spend the rest of the afternoon in a daze, constantly fiddling with your wrapped arm and wondering how mark learned to treat burns. throughout the day it takes the others several repeats of your name for you to respond, and donghyuck sends you weird looks (which you ignore as usual). this causes you to stay behind for a little to catch up on your work, but you manage to finish soon after the others.

locking the door to your lab, you casually stroll down the hallway before hearing familiar voices. you’re about to turn the corner and join in, but you stop when you pinpoint exactly whose it is.

“i don’t know. i’m just way too busy nowadays.”

mark lee?

“doing what? come on, are you sure? that’s what everyone says but-“

and a fucking piece of sh- you shake your head, donghyuck?

“listen, dude. in my current situation, i will never be in a relationship. i just don’t want one, not now and probably not for a while- maybe even forever.”

standing there and overhearing just the tail end of the conversation, his tone of finality was weird- mark never sounded like that to others, especially to his friends.

and more importantly, the meaning of his words hit you. mark’s single, and he he isn’t interested. not in you, and not in anyone. and there’s a chance that could be forever.

you quietly grab your stuff and leave through the back entrance, not stopping to hear anymore or give your goodbyes to anyone.

· • —– ٠ ⧗ ٠ —– • ·

you think the change in behavior is pretty obvious- to everyone including him.

that night after you overheard mark and donghyuck’s conversation, you stayed up thinking. thinking, more thinking, probably overthinking. you felt numb replaying mark’s words over and over in your head.

honestly, you should’ve expected it. why would mark be interested in you, anyways?

and why were you interested in him? the more you thought about it, the more you tried to convince yourself that you didn’t want to be in a relationship either.

your focus was on your studies, then your work, and it always had been (perhaps that was the problem). your parents raised you with high expectations and you did your best to fulfill them, not get sidetracked by gossiping friends and boys.

you convince yourself that you’re officially on the track to get over mark, even when you know it’s useless.

to help your wounded heart, you build an invisible barrier between you and him. sure, you still talk to him and hang out as friends, but the distance was there and the others saw. even if they did notice, no one said anything. you weren’t actually expecting mark to ask you if he did something wrong, looking disappointed and even a little hurt.

you being you and not ready to tell him the truth, give the lame excuse of being stressed from work and life in general. which, in fact, wasn’t wrong. you had the unhealthy habit of shutting people out when everything got overwhelming.

then the day of monthly presentation shows up, and doyoung wasn’t in a good mood. donghyuck and jisung take the day off, understandably, as faithful sons to their mothers.

it’s just you, chenle, and mark. that was the plan- at least, until mark doesn’t show up at the planned time to present. no mark, no presentation, no excuse.

luckily for your group, chenle was able to make up an impromptu presentation on the spot. it wasn’t good but it was something and you both left feeling somewhat accomplished of your spontaneous work.

the messages sent to mark are left on delivered. you aren’t surprised.

when you go to use the restroom before heading home, you faintly overhear your fellow coworkers mentioning spiderman and a prison breakout, couple of hours earlier- and you wonder if it had anything to do with mark’s disappearance.

it’s only when you leave the building that you see the striking red and blue silhouette perched on the scaffolding next to the oscorp building. what was spiderman doing so close nearby?

most people wouldn’t have spotted him but you realized that you must’ve been gotten so used to seeing him that you subconsciously looked for him every time you left work. suddenly remembering the news from earlier, you clear your throat and approach the masked hero.

“so…. prison outbreak tonight, huh?”

the figure almost starts as if surprised that you noticed him, and you stifle a laugh. “yeah, yeah. it’s all a part of the usual. new york things, you know.” you nod in agreement and spiderman jumps gracefully down to a lower perch, giving you a better view of him.

“hey, um, y/n? right? i remember you from last time.”

your eyes widen in shock, you didn’t expect him to remember you but it leaves a satisfied feeling in your gut. “yes- that’s me. funny seeing you here outside my work place.”

he stiffens. “i-i see. this is where you work?

you examine him in his entirety, never having been so close to spiderman before in the entirety of constantly seeing him on the news and now in front of you. you don’t grasp why you feel so comfortable in his presence.

you look down, shoe scruffing the pavement. “do you, like, always have conversations with random people in the middle of the night?”

“you’re not a stranger,” spiderman protests, “i even know your first name.” he says it so proudly that you allow yourself to let out a laugh.

“you’re cool, unlike some other guys i know,” he jokes and it takes a second to process his words before you feel your heart stop. no fucking way.

no way- it sounded way too familiar to be true. it can’t be.

but you’re really not stupid.

as all the possible conclusions run through your mind, you feel your heart begin to race- you need to get out of there.

you clutch your stomach, suddenly woozy. “i-i need to go,” you weakly stutter, not even caring if he heard or waiting for his response before making a run for it.

· • —– ٠ ⧗ ٠ —– • ·

you can’t sleep.

and you don’t even know how to explain it, it’s like the missing puzzle piece is finally solved. everything finally makes sense now, and you don’t know if you’re relieved or angry or upset or feeling everything all at once.

you sit up for the nth time, probably with horrible bed hair and bloodshot eyes.

mark lee is…

spiderman.

thinking back through everything- from the first day you met him until now, statistically it does make the most sense. it has to be. there’s literally no other explanation or reasoning.

and you hate yourself for figuring it out. after days of convincing yourself that mark wasn’t all that, that he wasn’t worth your time or feelings, that man was out saving the entire city. risking his entire life for people who don’t know and maybe don’t even care about him- people like you. or at least, until you figured out his identity.

unless… it was just a complete strange coincidence. unless it wasn’t true and mark was just a part time asshole. but all the times he was “absent” or when he had all those unexplainable bruises, was it actually spiderman business?

you silently scream, the urge to rip your hair out was so tempting at this point. your poor alarm clock reading 4:32 am acts as witness to your concurrent loss of sanity.

you called bullshit on mark before, you just didn’t expect him to be such a fucking idiot.

now that you know, or you think you know, you’re not quite sure what to do. do you… ask mark? no, you wave away dismissively with your hand- that would be stupid, especially if he wasn’t spiderman.

you decide to pry it out of him. after all, the truth always came out.

even if it was a little harder than expected. not to mention the fact that things were a little rocky between you and him.

“hey guys,” you greet while walking into the laboratory. “still up for movie night? it’s been a while since we’ve all gotten together.”

the boys voice their agreement and you squint. this is your chance.

“what about mark’s place?”

he turns to you, eyebrows raised in slight surprise. “m-mine?” you feign innocence, shrugging with extreme casualness. “i mean, why not? it’s been a really long time since we’ve met at your place.”

jisung nods, “y/n’s right. i don’t even remember the last time we went to mark’s apartment.”

“oh, i dunno. it’s super disorganized and messy… at least give me a chance to clean if you guys want to come over.” he scratches his neck and you let out a breath in disbelief. what was he hiding?

and as much as you tried that night at his place, there were no signs of “spider” activity.

the next couple of days at work, you bring spiderman up randomly, make spiderman jokes-

“no offense y/n but it’s kinda like you’re obsessed with the poor dude. i thought you didn’t like him, what happened?”

you roll your eyes, missing mark stiffening at donghyuck’s statement. “mind your own business, hyuck.” what you really wanted to say was, i think our friend is freaking spiderman.

but every time you brought him up, mark barely even flinched. either he was really good or you were just being an idiot and your hypothesis was far from reality.

you’ve just about given it up and called it a day with your whole spider-mark agenda when you exit from the back door of the building. sometimes you took the back way to avoid traffic (and creeps).

huffing out into the chilly air, you don’t even pay attention to your surroundings until shuffling in front of you catches your eye.

it’s partially hidden by the shadow, but you think you can make out a person-

a shuddering gasp escapes you.

mark, in all his glory, half changed into that familiar red and blue spiderman suit?

you were so shocked you completely disregarded the fact that he was half-naked (and luckily for you it was the top half). the noise that sounded from your mouth alerts him, and he scrambles to face you. it looked too legit to be a fake cosplay.

you gape at him, utterly shocked. no way your guess was actually correct?

mark fumbles for words, while you find yours.

“h-how long has this been going on?” you try to keep your tone even, but you feel your hands shaking. when mark doesn’t reply, only opening his mouth wordlessly and looking helplessly back at you, you cross your arms.

“wow, thanks. great to know.” for some reason, you feel disappointment swirl inside you. you scramble to leave, mind and heart racing probably just as much as his was.

the more you walked further from mark and the longer you thought about it, the more angry and frustrated you got. how long was he going to keep it from you guys? weren’t you- you swallow- weren’t you friends? didn’t he trust you guys?

you wish you could feel angry, but that was never an emotion you directed towards mark lee.

· • —– ٠ ⧗ ٠ —– • ·

the next morning, a lovely saturday morning, your doorbell rings. and it never does.

groaning, you throw on a comfy nyu sweatshirt and attempt to tame your wild hair, you didn’t want to scare the person at the door.

you freeze once you peek through the peephole. well, shoot.

you dash halfway toward the bathroom in hopes of quickly fixing your appearance before thinking, what the hell, this is not the time for that.

sucking in a deep breath, you open the door for the waiting person outside. you start off awkwardly, “hey…. mark.”

why is he here? you can barely function as he shoots you a sheepish smile, gesturing in towards your messy apartment. he lived in the apartment complex a block down from yours, so seeing him wasn’t uncommon. but in your current situation, you didn’t really expect mark to show up on your doorstep.

“y/n- hey- i just, uh, wanted to apologize.” you almost choke. “to me? wait, no, what?”

he firmly places a hand on the doorframe next to you, leaning in like he was trying to trap you but there was plenty of space for you to back up into your place. you feel your heart skip a beat. not now y/n, you scold yourself. “listen, now that you figured…” he hesitates and you swallow,

“now that you know, i realize i owe you an apology.”

you fall still. “im really sorry for not telling you. i haven’t told any of the other guys either, mainly because i’m a coward and didn’t want to see your reactions. but now,” mark shuffles around and his fluffy black hair falls into his eyes, “you know. and i feel a lot better that you do. that, at least someone else does.”

you don’t know what to say. suddenly, you understand him. how hard and scary it must’ve been doing like a five person job as one mere human, constantly in the fight for life or death. you reach for him, softly wrapping your arms around him. you pray he doesn’t notice your pounding heart but knowing mark, he probably did (except he was too nice to tell you).

“it’s okay mark,” you murmur into his shoulder. “i forgive you and i won’t tell anyone if you don’t want. you don’t have to do this alone.” you note the action of his body slightly tensing before relaxing into your touch.

you couldn’t help but stay up that night. just thinking. the fact that mark was glad you knew- you clutch your chest. it was stupid, you shouldn’t get your hopes up. you felt like a lovesick teenager again, having a secret just between the two of you.

what you didn’t realize though, was that mark never planned on telling you. and that was obvious through how he acted towards you after you figured out he was spiderman. it was just that. nothing changed and mark acted as if nothing happened. and you didn’t know what to do. it’s like you raised your expectations to only get crushed again.

you couldn’t even bring it up, ask mark more about his spider activities because he would always give you that “not here, now now” look. you felt like you were stuck in an empty room with no way out. if not now, then when?

you asked him to hang out- no response or the ‘sorry, im busy’. and the rare times mark did accept, he was late. sometimes, didn’t even show. you understood his spiderman duties, but you thought conveyed your trust and support in him. isn’t that what he wanted? someone to lean on, someone to be there for him?

or were you just delusional?

· • —– ٠ ⧗ ٠ —– • ·

you needed some kind of answer, and if mark wasn’t around to spill, you would find the closest person. literally.

tapping your pen on the desk, you turn around in your spinny chair to face the only other person in the room.

“hyuck,” you whisper, tapping his shoulder. he grunts in response. you exhale, “can we talk?”

he doesn’t break focus on the lab reports in front of him, but you can tell he’s paying attention to you by the way his body is slightly turned your way. “depends on what.”

you huff, scooting closer to him. “it’s about mark.” that gets his attention. he sits up straight, eyes narrowing at you. “oh really?”

“not like that,” you respond in exasperation. “don’t you think,” you pause to reevaluate your wording, “that he changed? i’m asking you because you’ve known him way longer than i have, and to be honest i don’t even know him that well.”

donghyuck raises an eyebrow. “um, sure? why are you-“

“don’t ask,” you interrupt, “just please think about it.” he frowns in contemplation, chair squeaking occasionally in his spot.

“i guess he did. maybe around a year or two ago?” you let out a breath you didn’t even know you were holding. he continues, “it wasn’t anything major. mark is still basically the same mark i knew since we were young,” he adds and you nod. “it’s just that a couple of years ago he suddenly- how do i say this- withdrew within himself.”

“you know about the bruises and stuff, but you might not know about his personality. he was still the same, but it felt like he wasn’t always there 100% anymore, you know? all of a sudden he became so private and busy, doing stuff he wouldn’t tell any of us about. he was either constantly late to our plans or didn’t even show up,” donghyuck muses. “and it’s not like we didn’t try to help. mark just insisted he didn’t need anything, it was some personal stuff that he just had to work through. he’s always been like that, brushing off our help.”

“and you guys didn’t question it? maybe, try to like figure out what was going on?” you attempt to act as innocent as possible, shrugging and sending him a seemingly curious look. he sighs, rubbing the back of his neck. “of course we did try. but that man is so secretive we couldn’t get anything out to him. eventually we just gave up and things are as they are now. he seems okay and we trust him, so...”

you frown unconsciously. then how did you figure it out? to be honest, it didn’t look like mark was that good at hiding it…

you don’t know what to say. a silence fills the air before you clear your throat. “wow, i had no idea. thanks, hyuck.” he shoots you a weird look before nodding.

“no problem, y/n.”

· • —– ٠ ⧗ ٠ —– • ·

feeling nervous, you wait outside mark’s door, laptop and research papers in hand. on the contrary, it wasn’t your choice to work with him, it just randomly ended up with you two working together. ignoring donghyuck’s teasing, you and mark made plans to meet up today and get some work done.

you frown. he hasn’t answered the door, you ring again. and then a third time.

still nothing. you check the time, yeah it’s the right time you agreed to meet up at.

you’re about to knock harder when you hear a sudden clamor, crashing and shuffling sounds coming from inside the apartment. “coming!” you hear mark’s faint voice. he sounded frantic, and tired.

mark opens the door, and you’re greeted by his disheveled appearance. “hey,” he greets, breathless. you want to ask him if it had anything to do with spiderman, but fear holds you back.

“hi?” he invites you in and allows you to get settled on the couch. “are you gonna sit?” you ask, watching him pick up messy tidbits scattered on his floor. “yeah-yeah, give me a sec.”

you open your laptop, starting your work. so far, things seem to be natural between you two and you’re not complaining. soon, mark sits across from you. thirty minutes go by, and when mark shifts for the hundredth time in his spot you let out an irritated sigh and shut your laptop screen.

“how long are you going to pretend you’re okay?”

mark’s head shoots up, his large eyes blinking back at you. “w-what?”

shaking your head, you get up and stalk over to him. caught off guard, mark only watches as you softly place a hand on his chest and he lets out the tiniest hiss.

your eyes flash. “you may be a good spiderman but you’re not a good actor, lee.”

“im fine-“ he starts off, but you shoot a look and he shuts up. you soften, scooting a bit closer. “what happened, mark?”

he grimaces. “do you really want to see? i didn’t have much time since i kind of forgot you were supposed to com-“

you cut him off by asking for the location of a first aid kit. you assumed he had one, and of course you were right. letting out a sigh, you ask him to take off his shirt. you didn’t know much about first aid but…

“whoa- are you sure? it’s not-“

“just do it mark. you’re obviously in pain and im trying to help you.”

hesitantly and slowly, mark peels off his shirt with your assistance. you barely hold back a gasp at the deep gash across his chest, decorated with bruises of all colors.

“m-mark, who did this to you?”

he winces a bit at your touch, “i’ve been through worse, and really it’s best not to ask.” you help him lay down on the small couch, the fact that he was shirtless (and to be frank, ripped) was the last thing in your mind as you raced to figure out to treat it.

while cleaning the wound, you couldn’t help but let curiosity win the upper hand. “does this happen every time? and you treat it yourself?”

mark shifts. “…yeah. sometimes it’s not as bad, and sometimes it’s worse. it always heals fast though,” he reassures.

you shake your head in disbelief. “but still, how do you do this? and by yourself?”

he lets out a groan when you touch a sensitive part, and you quickly act to soothe him.

“it’s hard,” he whispers some time after. “it’s a lot and i honestly don’t know how im doing it still. by now, i thought i would be de-“

“don’t say that,” you speak up sharply. he falls silent and you focus on treating the minor cuts and bruises last.

without any prompting, mark tells you the whole story. how he got started working at oscorp, how he got bit and started as spiderman. you stay there and listen, through all of it.

it’s not until hours later with lots of reassurance from mark and his supposed advanced healing? that you can finally get him to his bed and rest, wiping the sweat from his head and yours too.

you sit at his side for a little, just watching the rise and fall of his chest. “i said this before, but you’re not alone.”

he glances at you. “im here, and i can help. willingly,” you insist. he frowns, “what are you saying, y/n?”

you look around his room, seeing all his tech and data sprawled across the walls and all over the floor. so this is what it was like being spiderman. “i can help you. like, im pretty good at computer hacking and data...” you trail off, unconfident. mark tries to sit up but you won’t allow him.

“mark, it’s clear you can barely do this alone. think about it, i could help you on the sidelines. obviously not in action because there’s no way i could do what you do, but wouldn’t it make what you do much easier? just like in the movies, isn’t there always like a sidekick?”

he furrows his eyebrows. “are you trying to-?“ you look away, the sudden confidence fading.

“no way, y/n! this is completely different, it’s not like the movies at all. being spiderman is a dangerous job, and im not going to get you involved in it!”

you look away, clutching the edge of his bedsheets. “it’s really late and i have to go now. but mark, please think about it,” you offer before slipping away.

you had no clue why you offered that. you never even thought of that before, it just kind of popped up in your head and came from your mouth without you realizing it. mark was right, it was stupid. why would you ever want to be spiderman’s sidekick?

but the more you thought about it, the more you wanted to do it. you were the only one that knew about his secret, his struggles. you wanted to help him- help the people of new york.

you didn’t want to be one of those people on the sidelines anymore, only watching and never doing.

· • —– ٠ ⧗ ٠ —– • ·

mark thought you dropped the subject. he saw you at work the next day, as if nothing happened. he felt a lot better, thanks to you- even if he spent most of the night staying up due to what you said yesterday.

mark believed you were actually crazy. who in their right mind would want to be a sidekick, much less of him, spiderman?

he brushed it off, but you didn’t. at lunch, you brought it up. whenever it was just the two of you, you asked him. and every time, he said no. it was getting annoying. you kept coming up with more and more reasons for you to help mark. to be frank, you were too smart for your own good.

“listen y/n, no matter how foolproof you think your plan is, the risk is just too big,” mark emphasizes. he was getting tired of putting up a fight against you, and he was tired of how stubborn you were.

you cross your arms. “but i thought of all the backup plans. if i stay in a safe place with access to help and turn off all tracking devices used to locate me.” mark pinches his nose bridge.

“since when were you so technologically advanced?”

“since when were you?” you counter. smiling, you pull up data on your phone and show it to him. “at your place that night, i might’ve snooped through some of your spider tech and analyzed it.”

his eyes practically bulge. “you what?”

you shrug innocently. “it was really cool, the software was nothing like i’ve seen before, but i have some ideas. only….” you draw on, “if you let me help you.”

it was only then that mark learned you never stopped until you got what you wanted.

· • —– ٠ ⧗ ٠ —– • ·

“what do you think?”

you sit at the makeshift desk, a messy and dysfunctional one, but at least it worked. you watch the big screen, following the familiar icon.

“…it’s not so bad.” the voice grudgingly sounds through. you grin. “great! you can hear me. oh, and take the next left around the block. i think there’s some sort of incident on the corner- some reckless guys with guns.”

you hear unfamiliar sounds, probably mark swinging through the air as spiderman. you would never understand how he got used to that. “not too shabby, y/l/n.”

“does that mean it’s official?” you basically tremble in your seat, holding your breath in anticipation.

there’s a pause on the line. albeit the reluctance in his tone, you can almost see the smile on mark’s face, underneath the mask. “i guess so.”

you can’t help but silently cheer in your seat, feeling the excitement coarse through your veins.

“im ready if you are, partner.”

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Pulling on the Strings of Destiny: Act 2 Chapter 19

Summary: Four days pass for Japan, and everyone is on edge. They wonder, and wait. What will happen next for them? Will Midoriya keep rising? What sort of things would she face. They all turned towards the screens, wondering. None more so then the future class 1-A, more so as they get a glimpse into their first sports festival, first internship and their final exams. Watch as Midoriya’s future continues to unfold, as she learns more about her family, society and herself.

Warnings: References to underage pregnancy and the assualt of a minor. References to child harm. Toga Himiko to, she is her own warning.

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The break right after everything was very loud, with people talking about what they had just witnessed occurring. They were in awe at the fight between Midoriya and Todoroki, everyone talking about how they’d looked.

“That sort of power!” An office worker named Kanjo Nioi said, his arms raised as his nose sniffed the air. Being able to smell emotions was difficult at the best of times, but he loved it. It helped cue him in about the thoughts of others.

“They’re going to go far,” his cubicle neighbour agreed. Koichi Hotaru leaned back in his chair. “They also need to work on damage control as suggested.”

“Eh, heroes,” Nioi said. “They always make messes.”

“But that amount? If both went all out, nothing would be left,” argued Koichi.

“Okay, point, but it’s gotten to the point where, frankly, as long as no bodies are lying around, do we care about the damage?” Nioi asked. “I mean, if it isn’t our places that got trashed, I mean.”

“Well, no, but dude, I don’t want more property damage,” Koichi sighed. “Society needs to stop putting so much focus on the flashy side of heroics. We don’t need more property damage.”

“...I guess. Wish we had more fights like that, though, that was awesome.”

“Just watch this; I have a feeling things are going to get messy,” Koichi muttered. “Especially with the bomb kid.”

“Oh yeah, man, that kid is a bit nuts. I thought he was a cool guy after the USJ, but this? How can you just attack someone because they beat you? And claim it’s cheating?” Nioi shook his head. “Mental.”

Many others agreed with that statement, including Mitsuki as she pinched her nose. Katsuki responded, after his shock, with anger at the idea he would be getting a third strike.

“He cheated!” Katsuki screamed. “It wasn’t a fair fight if he-”

“Is it a fair fight when you have explosions for hands, and he doesn’t?” Masaru’s voice asked. He had come up to his son’s room to listen in and wasn’t pleased. “Is it fair you have training we paid for so you can use your Quirk effectively? Is it fair that you are stronger and faster than a lot of kids?”

“It’s not the same!” Katsuki insisted.

“How isn’t it, Katsuki, tell me? Because he didn’t fight? He did. He fought the same way you do, with his Quirk. You just hate it because it doesn’t match your worldview, and you lost. If this is your answer to the idea someone can be better than you, and we already know you apparently threw fits about not being top in English, how can we trust you not to be the next Endeavour?!” Masaru demanded of his son. Katsuki stared at his father in shock, turning to his mother, who shook her head.

“Don’t look at me, I can’t trust you.” Mitsuki told Katsuki. “More so since your thoughts on Izumi sure show you would only be after her since she can have strong kids. How is that different?”

“I’m not after her just because of that!” Katsuki shouted.

“Wait, you’re still interested?” Mitsuki realized, staring at her son. “Are you serious?” Katsuki just glared back. Masaru sighed.

“So we can’t trust you not to become the next Endeavour,” Masaru said. Katsuki looked to his father in dismay.

How could he think that? He wasn’t Endeavour who beat his wife and kids! He was fucking Bakugou Katsuki, the next number one hero! He was the best! He wasn’t some loser so obsessed with winning he’d fuck everyone else over!

(Katsuki ignored that Shinsou did the same as he did, trying his best with what he had. He ignored the fact that he was very much in the wrong. It was easier to focus only on his anger and the feeling of betrayal his father gave him.)

Katsuki was the best of the best. The future number one hero, the strongest hero of all time. He did not lose, not to some Eyebags fucking idiot who couldn't get into the hero course! Katsuki was not the next Endeavour; he had a reason to be so angry! The fucker cheated! He cheated! It wasn't a fair fight. Hell, it wasn't a fight at all.

“Being a hero is about beating villains!” Katsuki shouted at his parents angrily. “It's not fucking fair!”

“He won fair and square; you just don't want to admit it, Katsuki.” Mitsuki sighed, not wanting the same argument again right after finishing the first one. Masaru shook his head, deciding to go a different way.

“Not to mention you attempted to attack a fellow student outside of a match.” he frowned. “If we’re lucky, it'll just be a strike. You could be expelled for that.”

“What?!” Katsuki stared at his father in shock, unable to believe it. No, no, that wasn't… no!

They wouldn't! He was Bakugou Katsuki, future number one! They wouldn't do that! He knew they wouldn't!

He'd be apologized to when Nezu saw the truth. After all, the fucker cheated! Okay, maybe the attack was an issue, but he was angry! It was Katsuki’s right to put Eyebags in his place!

… okay maybe not. Thinking about it, the whole thing was bad to do on TV. He kind of got why they were mad about the PR issue. And maybe the physical stuff.

The future would show Katsuki in the right, though. This wasn't the end. It couldn't be the end; he knew he was right. He had to be. He'd been right about Auntie, after all.

He would prove himself. He would be shown with Nezu agreeing that Eyebags cheated. He would be on top. He would! He was destined to be the best of the best!

He would not fail that. He’d show them all, and later on, he would get Deku. It was the perfect hero story.

-0-

Entering the school, Shouta was alerted to something on his phone, frowning as he looked at it. “Apparently, Fatgum saved a kid who ran off from an abusive situation and got inspired by Limitless.” he nodded to Izumi, who flushed.

Was she already inspiring people? Wow.

“Aww sounds cute,” Hizashi said, grinning at his husband. “Let’s go meet the kid then!”

“Might help, kid’s nervous,” Shouta said. Izumi followed the adults as Tomoe buried her head into Izumi’s neck, obviously tired of everything.

The walk to the principal’s office felt long for some reason, and Izumi grew more nervous with each step. Would the girl like her? Was this her first fan? What was it?

Reaching the office, the door opened instantly to reveal Nezu serving tea to Fatgum and Amajiki while a little girl with silver hair ate a cookie. The door opening had startled the child, causing her to jump up and turn. Her eyes widened.

“Limitless!” the girl said in awe, her eyes shining. Izumi smiled back as her as Tomoe lifted her head upon hearing a child. The girls stared at each other before Tomoe pointed at the girl.

“Pretty!” she smiled, and the girl blushed.

“You're pretty too!” the girl exclaimed, and Tomoe beamed happily.

Izumi decided then and there that she liked this child.

“I Tom-o!” Tomoe introduced herself.

“I'm Eri.” the girl said.

“Eri!” Tomoe giggled. She yawned, blinking. She didn't want to sleep, but she was so tired. She wanted to know Eri better cause she was beautiful, and her horn was so cool, as was the girl's shimmering hair. She really liked it!

“I’ll be here if you need to nap!” Eri said nervously. Tomoe nodded and rested her head back down. Mama would make sure Eri stayed around; she liked the girl.

“It's nice to meet you, Eri,” Izumi told the child, who blushed, looking down. “I hear you escaped a bad man.”

“Like Limitless,” Eri whispered. Izumi smiled, nodding.

“Yeah, like me,” she said.

The adults in the room watched as Izumi gently spoke to Eri, eventually sitting beside her on a chair with Tomoe dozing away. Shouta looked at Hizashi, who grinned.

They would have to figure out where Eri could go now. Their apartment wasn't that big.

Meanwhile, Eri was trying not to panic. This was Limitless and Tomoe! They were so nice! Limitless was smiling at her and talking to her and…

Eri didn’t know how to react. It felt so nice and made her feel warm, like the tea that Mr. Nezu had given her. It wasn’t like the tea Overhaul had at his place, bitter and tasting a bit weird. It was delicious, and Mr. Nezu said it was apple cinnamon tea, which Eri was so shocked about. Apples could be tea?

Limitless gave her the same warm feeling. A buzzy thing that made her feel safe. Limitless would be able to save her and be there for her. Eri just knew it.

(She was worried about the two men with Limitless, but they seemed nice on the screen. Maybe they would be nice to Eri, too? She liked them… perhaps they would.)

“So, Eri, can you tell us more about where you were?” Nezu asked the girl. Eri winced, deflating a bit, but she glanced at Izumi, making the girl lift her head.

“Yes. His name is Overhaul. He says… he says my Quirk is a curse,” the little girl told the principal. “He… he wants to use me to make other Quirks go away.” The girl swallowed. “Like I made Daddy go away.”

“What happened?” Izumi asked the child. “With your Daddy.”

“He… my horn was glowing, and he grabbed me cause I was scared, but he started shrinking until he was my size and then smaller and…” Eri burst into tears, unable to continue as she shook her head. “Daddy…” Izumi looked panicked, glancing at Tomoe in her arms, but Hizashi stepped in. He knelt before Eri, making a soft whistling noise that distracted the child.

“Hey, focus on me,” he said gently. “It’s okay.”

“Daddy-“

“It’s okay, Eri. Accidents happen. I deafened my Mother,” Hizashi said gently. “I know other people who hurt others badly with their Quirks to when they first activated, including killing them. You’re a child, Eri. It wasn’t your fault.”

“Mommy told me it was. She left me with Grandpa and Overhaul,” Eri whispered.

“It wasn’t your fault,” Hizashi repeated. Eri began crying again, putting her cup down and reaching out to Hizashi, who didn’t hesitate to hug her. Shouta hid his smile in his scarf.

Hizashi was always good with child victims.

“Overhaul is part of that Yakuza group Nighteye is looking into,” Fatgum said lowly. “I think he’s the leader after the old one just happened to end up in a coma,” he looked at Nezu after the last line. The stoat grinned in response. He’d do his hacking later, but he would figure out what exactly happened.

“Mirio umm…” Amajiki squeaked, coughing before pressing on. “Mirio said he’d heard that they were dealing with Trigger. Not Quirk suppressants…”

“It’s temporal,” Izumi said out of nowhere. She was squinting at Eri, who was finishing her crying into Hizashi’s arms. “Your Quirk Eri, it’s temporal.”

“Huh?” Eri asked.

“You said he got small? You… deaged him.” Izumi nodded slowly, her eyes narrowing in thought. “Making someone smaller isn’t the same as fading someone out of a plane of existence or that. Plus, if he was using you… oh umm…” she coughed, shaking her head. “It’s a lot of info and grown-up kiddo. You wanna hear it?” Eri bit her lip before shrugging.

“I overheard a lot of stuff to grown-up some maids said,” Eri said. “Like how Overhaul has a Quirkless kink? He likes you a lot, and the others thought it bad touch creepy? Rappa said that. And said he wasn’t sure if he wanted to fucking follow a fucking rapist.” Eri frowned. “What does that mean?”

Izumi’s face had gone pale. She stared at Eri in horror before she swallowed, shaking her head. “A rapist is what Yamanaka was to me, how he hurt me. And the rest is adult stuff I do not want to talk about with you.” She admitted.

“Okay. What does temporal mean?” Eri asked, eager to avoid thinking of Overhaul as she stayed in Hizashi’s arms.

“It means time based… ish? I don’t know the actual definition, but it’s related to time. I think you reverse time on things which…” Izumi hesitated.

The pro-heroes knew what she would say, though. That was big. That sort of Quirk was incredibly rare; add in with the fact that it worked on people? If Eri could control it, there wasn’t a doubt the child would become an incredible healer if she chose to. But there were the dangers.

Trafficking. Quirk marriage proposals. Forced recruitment into gangs or even by the Commission if they chose.

Hizashi glanced up at Shouta, who nodded. They had even more reason to take Eri in then and the ability to protect her if things went to hell. And they would protect her. She was so young, and having this on her shoulders…

They would protect her.

“I like time,” Eri said softly. “I… Overhaul doesn’t care what I watch, but he hates new stuff, so it’s all old stuff like Doctor Who…”

“Oh!” Izumi smiled. “I watch the old episodes too.” It was the only show that still had original episodes that were findable. The joke was that the Doctor had come to make it happen, and Izumi half hoped it was true. “The new seasons are good too.” There was no focus on Quirks; rather, the Doctor was the star without a Quirk, though given he was an alien, the debates from the fandom got loud.

“I like the Lady Doctor, but I like others too,” Eri said.

“Ooh, the original female Doctor? She’s cool. They had a recent female play the role,” Izumi said to Eri, who smiled happily up at Izumi.

“I’ve always enjoyed the Tenth,” Hizashi said, looking at Shouta, who sighed.

“I like the Thirtieth.”

“You just like that 'cause they have a talking cat in the show.” Hizashi accused.

“And?” the group laughed, with Fatgum quietly reporting things to Nezu and the others debating over the old show. Eventually though, Izumi ended up speaking with Fatgum about possibilities for Overhaul, the man deciding after seeing Izumi theorize about Eri’s Quirk (with no proof yet they would need to double check themselves) while Eri spoke with the adults.

Nezu sipped his tea as he watched Shouta and Hizashi coax Eri into talking to them. Good, it would be best for them to get Eri to trust them as soon as possible, given that Nezu would pull more strings to give them custody. How the child described her Quirk was worrying. Not even just the worries raised by Izumi’s hypothesis. But saying it was called a curse.

A curse for what was most likely a temporal Quirk? Preposterous! Ridiculous and outright vile for this Overhaul to do that. Not to mention how Eri mentioned one of his men being concerned about how the villain spoke of Izumi.

A villain who said concerning things about a young teenager while said villain was obsessed with Quirks? Nezu felt his fur bristle and his jaw want to bite.

He watched as the little family began forming, with the adults as Eri’s parents. Good, young Izumi had enough with Tomoe as her child; Eri would be just another burden, even if Izumi refused to admit it. Perhaps if Tomoe was not around, Nezu would let it be, but… well, Nezu wanted all his students to succeed. Adding another child for Izumi to raise would only lead to more pressure she did not need as the future number one.

Which reminded him. Bakugou, Monoma and Shinsou. He already okayed the idea of Shinsou being given a place in the hero course as long as he put in effort now, similar to the other members. Monoma would be put into 1A now instead of 1B, and Nezu would watch how Kendo grew on screens. But Bakugou…

His future self would hold on for as long as he could but with an attack on public television for such a reason… Nezu would face some pressures. Another strike would be waiting for the boy and a suitable punishment. Usually, a third strike resulted in suspension, but given it would be his internship week… Nezu figured his future self would pick the boy’s mentor. It would most likely be one of his teachers who would keep him out of sight. He was already on the protocol which would protect him and UA from the nastier media demanding a reason why the boy was not expelled in a second. It would also be an issue with people demanding a reason why Bakugou had been allowed to participate and why he was on the flag policy… ugh, the thoughts and PR concerns were endless there.

Nezu sighed, shaking his head. He wanted all his students to succeed. He would never allow this version of Bakugou into his school. The boy had already tried to assault a random civilian, so they couldn’t anyway, but Nezu could somewhat hope the boy would do better in the future. Even if this version would never be his student… he still wanted the future version to shine. If not, if they saw the boy removed from his school… well, he would accept it. Perhaps he would go to Second Chance and do better. He could hope.

-0-

“How can you think about talking to them again?” Tenya asked Tensei over the phone, anger evident in his tone.

“Tenya, there is a lot you don’t know about my relationship with ID, and one of them is how we broke up,” Tensei warned.

“You broke up because they left, and they instantly found a new partner!” Tenya shouted. “I saw you crying all the time, Tensei. I-”

“They found a new partner so fast to hurt me, yes, but I hurt them first by cheating on them!” Tensei snapped. Silence answered him. “I got drunk and stupid. I was angry they were leaving. We hadn’t broken up yet as I was trying to convince them that we could still do long-distance or something. A woman walked up to me, hit on me and then… I slept with her. I cheated on Info Dropper, and they found out because they know everything. It was a nasty breakup, and I regret what I did. They hurt me just as bad with their insults and name-calling, instantly moving on to a new person, knowing it would hurt. But you can’t just claim I was the only one hurt Tenya.” Tensei said softly.

“I… I have to go.” Tenya hung up, and Tensei closed his eyes. Shit. His parents made noises about letting them calm down before hanging up. Good, Tensei didn’t… well, he didn’t want to remember exactly what happened with ID right then. Too bad he was going to.

“Wow,” Native said. “Never knew that’s why you broke up.” His voice didn’t hold judgment. Some disappointment, but no anger or him judging Tensei’s choices. And he didn’t hit him like Nemuri did when she found out. Or refuse to speak to him for a month like Hizashi or give him looks like Shouta. Maybe because it was years ago, and Tensei regretted it.

(He really did.)

“I fucked up. Bad with that,” Tensei sighed. “Then ID went off and met Sara,” he snapped out the name, thinking of the villain who’d betrayed ID. Sara had seemed nice enough, a Quirkless woman who was sweet and thoughtful. Who loved ID fiercely and never shied away from Squirt’s Quirk. Then she’d shown her true colours.

(It was one of the last times Tensei saw ID. The funeral of their parents dressed all in black with their brother Squirt beside them. ID blamed themself, hating how their choice of partners led to this. Tensei wished he could have done something to ease their burdens.)

“And they got fucked over again,” Native said. “I was part of the task force taking down that organization,” Native explained to Tensei. “I saw what Sara did to Squirt. No wonder he went mute after that.”

“He’s a good guy, didn’t deserve the bullshit in his life.” Tensei sighed. “Born with a puppeteer Quirk, voice-activated… huh, think they’re related to Shinsou?”

“It’s ID; I wouldn’t be surprised if they said they were All Might’s nibling.” Native snorted. “I’d believe it, too.”

“They convinced us Nezu was their father for our entire UA career. They would.” Tensei laughed before he sighed. “The cheating wasn’t even worth it.”

“Not a fun time?” Native asked.

“She was a fangirl in the rabid, oh I can see us having a million babies and running off into the sunset with all the money you make way,” Tensei said. “I think she works for the Commission now.”

“Ick, that sucks.” Native sighed. The two stood there a little longer. “So I know you being hurt by Stain sucks, but what about the sports festival so far?”

“I am immensely proud of my little brother, and also, the crush he is totally developing on Midoriya is both cute and a little sad,” Tensei said. “He won’t do anything because she’ll be uncomfortable, and nothing will happen unless she realizes she has feelings for him.”

“You think she has feelings for him?” Native asked in surprise.

“Eh, not yet. But I think it'll be him or Uraraka she’ll fall for. She bonded with them quickly,” Tensei shrugged. “Plus, I think she needs someone who doesn't have too much baggage on their mind.”

“I can see it,” Native allowed. Tensei laughed as at UA, Tenya stared at his phone.

His brother… cheated? His brother didn't… His what…

It felt like a hundred thoughts were occurring in his mind at once, with none actually clicking.

Tensei cheated.

Info Dropper got a girlfriend barely a month after the breakup.

Tensei slept with someone else while in a relationship.

Info Dropper broke Tensei’s heart.

Tensei betrayed his partner.

Tenya felt his breath quicken as he tried to think. No, this couldn't be happening. It had to be fake. It was a lie; there had to be a different explanation-

“Tenya!” a feminine voice said. “Tenya, it’s Nemuri. Breath with me, kid.” dramatically loud breaths echoed around him, letting him breathe with his teacher even as his mind spiralled.

“Tensei cheated,” Tenya breathed out.

“He told you,” Midnight sighed. “We’re going to step outside for a bit, okay, kid?” Tenya followed her out of the common room, moving so they would sit outside in the grass. She didn't speak, letting Tenya go first.

“I don't understand,” Tenya said after a moment. “Why… why would he…”

“Tensei was feeling betrayed and lonely. That's what he told us, and it's bullshit,” Nemuri said. “He made the choice to sleep with someone else. He was drunk, but he still did it.”

“I… he's better than this!” Tenya said angrily.

“He is now. But he was a very angry young adult,” Nemuri said wisely. “He was hurt ID wanted to join the Court and angry that they didn't want him to follow them. ID was angry he didn't understand how much it meant for them to be offered the position and that he didn't understand they needed to be able to spread their wings as it was.” Nemuri sighed. “Frankly, I thought they'd break up anyway, even without the offer. ID is aggressively independent, and Tensei has his family. I think he had ideas of ID using his agency as a paper agency to work from and using the prestige of the Iida family.”

“Paper agency?” Tenya asked.

“Underground term. Paper agencies are where underground heroes can join up and have a fallback if needed. ID would never go for it even then, but I think Tensei hoped. Said hope was dashed, though, making him bitter. Hence why I thought they would break up anyway, since ID would never choose to go to work at the agency. Wanted to make their own name as a hero and not just the partner of a legacy.” Midnight sighed. “It happens a lot, kiddo. You’ve heard stories, I assume?”

Tenya nodded, thinking of the stories he’d heard from eavesdropping on his family. Young heroes who rose quickly were called gold diggers for marrying or dating legacy heroes; their success was always attributed to their partners and not themselves. Legacy heroes using their influence to keep partners with them or control them. Info Dropper would have worried about the rumours. Hell, Tensei actually dated a hero who was like that, grasping for influence, and he hated it.

(Tenya remembered how happy Tensei was with ID and how broken his brother had been.

Did Squirt remember the same? Tenya dimly remembered the older man, the younger brother of ID. But he wondered if Squirt hated Tensei the same way Tenya hated ID before.)

“He made a bad choice. And he hates himself for it, even though I know ID has forgiven him.”

“They forgave him?!” Tenya asked in bafflement. “How?!” cheating was horrible, disgusting. How could ID forgive Tensei? He was Tenya’s brother, but he couldn't bear the thought of seeing him so soon, not after learning how badly he had betrayed his partner.

“ID went through a worse hell with Sara. I don't know if you remember this, but Sara murdered ID’s parents.” Midnight said bluntly. Tenya looked at his brother’s friend in horror, mouth open in shock. “Plus, ID fucked up too. They never told Tensei about the offer; he found out through a third party. Never hide that kind of stuff from your partner. I'm aromantic, and I know that.” Midnight shrugged. “The two worked through it even if they aren't dating right now.”

“… they'll get back together,” Tenya sighed. He did not know how to handle that. For years he hated ID, seeing them as the person who broke his brother’s heart. He understood why no one told him the whole story, but it still threw him off. It felt like something broke when he learned that.

How could he look at his brother the same?

-0-

Hitoshi’s dad had shown up at the school. Hoshi waved at the principal, not moved by the man’s simpering about honour or whatever the slime ball wanted to discuss. The man only wanted to make himself look good by having Recovery Girl’s grandson at his school.

“Where are we going?” Hitoshi asked his father.

“To our place. Your grandma texted saying she’s fairly certain Nezu will offer you a place, but given you need more time to get in shape, it’ll be conditional as long as you can hold up on working out.” Hoshi told his son.

“I can do that,” Hitoshi grinned. “I can’t believe I beat that bastard.”

“You did good,” Hoshi told him. He reached out to ruffle his son’s hair, making Hitoshi whine playfully. “And you get to fight a cute girl next.”

“Oh, yeah, no. She’s gonna kick my ass.” Hitoshi said wisely. “I’ll take the hits.”

“Not denying she’s cute?”

“I think she’s not ready for any sort of relationship right now, and I’d let her approach me,” Hitoshi said.

“Smart, though she may never approach you even if she was interested.” Hoshi hummed. “Though that’s in the future.”

“Where I’m a hero,” Hitoshi said in quiet awe. His father chuckled, happy his son’s dreams were being realized.

-0-

He used his fire.

Shouto didn’t know how to feel about that, the knowledge he chose to unleash those flames. But he’d done it because the fire was his own. Not Endeavour’s. Midoriya reminded him of that. The dual-haired teen focused on his school work, mimicking the more studious members of his future class other than Iida, who had an unpleasant call with his brother.

Shouto used his fire and lost the rock-paper-scissors. But he also gained friends? Uraraka seemed worried about Iida, which made sense, and Asui was working on the schoolwork, while Aoyama seemed torn on something. What exactly, Shouto didn’t know. But he was laser-focused on thinking about something.

It was for the best; Shouto didn’t know what to think.

The fire he hated (feared). The fire that hurt him (mom hurt him because of it).

He’d used it in the future, and… he should use it now. Endeavour couldn’t hurt him here at UA. He was safer, right? From the sounds of things, his father wouldn’t be able to get him back. Shouto liked the sound of it but was worried. What about Fuyumi? Would she be okay? Natsuo? (Mom?)

He was safe. That was important. He… he had to save himself first, didn’t he? He had to focus on making sure he was okay. He thought Burnin’ told him that once when the sidekick was teaching him things. She’d told Shouto the first priority in a dangerous situation was yourself. Focus on making sure you live, then worry about people around you. Shouto…

Shouto never used his fire because of his mother. He resented Fuyumi when she spoke about Endeavour being their father (she stopped after the first episodes. Her face grew tight, and she stopped smiling as much at the man. What did it mean?). He barely knew Natsuo due to them being kept apart. He hated his father and never wanted to be near the man if he could help it.

Shouto… he didn’t know what to think. He felt lost and confused. He could use his fire. Midoriya showed him that. She showed him by kicking his ass and being so powerful, so amazing it was like seeing a goddess brought down to the mortal realm. She was beautiful, deadly, untouchable.

He would never chase her. Endeavour’s words were in his ear, and he couldn’t do it. He told himself he wouldn’t. He would never go for Midoriya when she would be someone Endeavour approved of. He stuck by that, even as he remembered that feral smile she gave, surrounded by lightning.

Shouto would use his fire. He wouldn’t hurt himself to spite Endeavour. But he would not be more than a friend to Midoriya. Maybe it was hypocrisy or a double standard, but he already would be using fire. Giving in to date Midoriya wasn’t something he could do.

He hoped she understood.

-0-

Ochako was worried about Tenya. Whatever Tensei told him was obviously BAD or like at least hard to hear. Probably something about the breakup. That kind of drama was always about horrible personal stuff. Ochako wanted to know so badly, but she reminded herself of her small oath. She would stop going after secrets like that. Not her business, nothing she needed to know.

So, instead, Ochako thought about the future. Seeing Midoriya like that, the other girl that powerful and strong was… oof. Ochako didn’t have words for how her heart leapt or how the other girl made her feel like she could take on the world. It was just… the spark of Midoriya. She inspired people and made them feel hopeful the world would be better.

Plus, the whole mom thing? Inspiring, beautiful. It felt like a freaking anime at times, Midoriya getting a superpower from the greatest hero, being a teen mom, and her own bio dad being some big-time villain. Hell, Ochako was pretty sure she’d seen the same plot before.

It was… just amazing. Ochako felt so lucky to know Midoriya, to be friends with her. And the crush was… again, no words. Ochako didn’t know what she would do. She told herself no dating while in school, wanting to focus on heroics. But… Midoriya made it hard. Tomoe made it hard.

Ochako imagined, guiltily, a future with Midoriya. Being a hero couple together, Tomoe as their daughter. Rising the ranks, kicking ass and taking names together. Being extraordinary and strong women. Tomoe becoming a hero…

It felt amazing.

God, why did she have to develop feelings for her best friend?

-0-

Enji, because he could not be Endeavour now and must think of himself as a civilian as much as it galled him, glared at his supposed ally. Nara ignored him, instead letting his agents work. Once they were finished, Nara sent them away to face Enji alone.

“What the hell are you doing, Nara?” Enji demanded.

“Saving my ass.” Nara snapped. “You fucked up big time here, Todoroki. I don’t care you beat your family but fuck, it got out, and now we’re going to have to make sure you don’t ruin everything.”

“It’s training!” Enji snapped. “I did what was necessary; it wasn’t abuse!” Nara paused, staring at the man before he burst out into a loud laugh.

“Oh, you ACTUALLY think that? Really? You believe that you aren’t abusive? Wow, how delusional can you be?” Nara laughed a little more, shaking his head.

“I’m not. I-”

“You smacked your wife, you tormented your youngest, you ignored your middle children, and your eldest is dead. That’s not a good father,” Nara said coldly. Enji opened and closed his mouth, trying to refute it.

“When you just say it like that-” he began, but Nara cut him off.

“Then explain how you aren’t,” Nara said coldly.

“I allowed Fuyumi and Natsuo to go to university!” Enji said.

“Do you know what they studied or are studying?” Nara asked. Enji paused.

“...Fuyumi is a teacher,” he said, trying to remember what Natsuo was in school for. He knew it; he approved, but… he couldn’t…

“Medicine, specifically, he wants to work with psychiatric patients. The fact I know this because I read the file on the way here, but you don’t, is pathetic. And Fuyumi is a teacher, but she did a double major in psychology and teaching.” Nara sniffed. “You ruined the plans, Todoroki. The rivalry we hoped to continue between Hawks and your youngest isn’t possible now.”

“Rivalry?” Enji asked, confused by that.

“Hawks will make a fantastic number one, and we hoped Shouto would be like you, desperate to be on top so he would draw viewers to the stations and cause mountains of merchandise to be sold,” Nara sighed. “Pity it’s no longer possible.”

“...What?” Enji stared at Nara, who ignored him, instead turning to leave.

“Have a good day, Todoroki. We’ll update you when we decide your punishment,” the commission agent said before he left. Enji stared after him, unable to move.

What did… did… Nara hadn’t wanted Shouto to beat All Might? But… Enji looked at his hands, confused.

What the hell was going on?

Outside the office, Nara made plans. Midoriya would be the number one; the future showed it. But they could get Hawks close to her. Nara felt annoyed Hawks was gay, given how perfect that relationship would look if they played it right, but they all had to make some sacrifices.

With Info Dropper back in Japan, though, they would need to tread lightly. All it took was one name, and that hero could learn everything about Hawks, which wouldn’t be a good thing.

-0-

Kai snarled, looking at the bitch who let Eri get out. The maid stared back, her hands twitching. The prototype of Quirk suppression bullets caused pain, and this scum was perfect for human testing.

“You let her go,” Kai snarled.

“Go fuck yourself,” Kuira said. “What you were doing to her was the most disgusting horseshit I have ever seen, you bastard.

“I’m saving humanity,” growled Kai. “Quirks are a disease, a blight on our history! They are-”

“You’re crazy,” Kuira said, closing her eyes. “Just fucking kill me already, there’s no point in trying to convince me of shit.” Kai scowled and stomped away. She would be used as their human testing subject. See how long she would last.

“Overhaul,” Chronostasis said to him, but Kai ignored him. Eri was gone; without her, they couldn’t continue their mission. They needed her blood to make the bullets! There…

There could be another answer. It occurred to Kai as he walked, making him pause. Midoriya Izumi. The beautiful Quirkless woman who he needed to save from the disgusting disease around her. Quirks would only ruin her, and that One for All was the worst of it! He would not let her tarnish herself with it, but her blood…

Could she replace Eri in their goals? Could her blood be used? Why… he thought she could. Kai smiled to himself. It seemed there was more than one reason to get Izumi.

-0-

Civilians around Japan discussed the future. Many were still raving about the fight between Todoroki and Midoriya, all in awe at the amount of power thrown between them. The brilliance shown in their faces and how they worked. Future titans of the Quirked world are being born in front of them. It was impossible not to feel awe.

Some, though, spoke of the Bakugou fight.

“That boy doesn’t seem to know how to deal with losing,” one old woman said. “Schools pampering him plus over permissive parents.”

“I don’t think they’re permissive,” argued her grandson. “The few scenes didn’t show that.”

“Hmm, permissive ain’t the word then. Perhaps those folks are more the ‘oh boys will be boys’ types who give their child whatever he wants. Think I recognized that woman; she a model, ain’t she?”

“...I think so, yeah,” her grandson said.

“See? Too much money, schools thinking they can ride the coattails and a nasty personality no one stomped out created that boy. He’s the type of hero we don’t need, someone I wouldn’t trust.” the grandmother nodded.

“Think he’s a lost cause?”

“Few people are, and he’s young. Needs a really good humbling, and to get it through his skull, he ain’t all that, but he can get it.” the grandmother said.

Elsewhere, Spinner was speaking with Liam.

“I don’t really get why he was so mad,” Liam said. “He lost, why call it cheating?”

“Probably cause Shinsou used his brain rather than his fists, and Bakugou doesn’t understand you can fight without beating someone up,” said Magne, who had overheard them.

“He is very much that type, reminds me of a former classmate,” Spinner said. “Guy was convinced being a hero meant beating the shit out of people, not protecting them or being good people. He failed the entrance exam to every hero school because he never studied, thinking they just wanted strength. The guy tried to go vigilante and got killed.”

“Ha!” another worker said. “One of those stories, yeah, I knew a guy like that. Hell, I think I know where he is now if I’m right about Stain.”

“Stain?!” the rest of the group demanded, staring wide-eyed at the woman who scoffed, tossing down the building materials.

“Yeah,” said the woman, tucking a lock of pink hair behind her ear. She’d only introduced herself as Hanako, staring down those who tried to pry. “I think I went to school with him before, bit of a fucking weirdo. Not too sure. If he is, I’ll be going to the police. He was obsessed with heroes and had a huge hard-on for All Might. He got into the hero course, but I hear he became so butt hurt no one was there for a noble cause, so he dropped out to be a vigilante.” Hanako rolled her eyes. “He’s got a big black-and-white view of the world. But I honestly think he wants to go down in history himself as some sort of great person who realized the hero system is corrupt or something like we don’t all know that.”

“Oh, one of those guys?” Magne asked. “Who wants to get the shiny gold star for being a decent person or something?”

“Pretty much,” Hanako sighed. “He got a lot of shit for his Quirk when we were in school, given it’s blood-based, and I think his parents let him run wild because they felt bad for him. Inflated his ego and let him think he created this revolutionary idea when anyone with two brain cells can figure it out. Issue is he puts heroes onto a pedestal and hates when people shake his little dream of heroes being perfect beings.”

“No one is perfect,” Spinner said dryly.

“Nope, he’s just dumb enough he thinks heroes need to be held to a perfect standard. Frankly, I don’t care if the hero saving me just wants a paycheck. I want to be saved.” Hanako said. “That’s what matters; he’s not going after doctors who want the money. It’s heroes he hates. That should tell you all about his ideals there.”

“He wants fame himself but pretends otherwise. Hypocrite,” Magne sneered. Spinner shook his head in disgust.

Maybe he once would have liked Stain, but hearing this while seeing Midoriya fight so hard…

Spinner knew who he found more inspiring.

-0-

His sister was amazing. Tomura couldn't stop smiling as he thought of how fantastic she’d been, kicking the ass of that stupid hero brat. He did not like that boy. He would stay away from Izumi if he knew what was good for him! Izumi was Tomura’s sister, and Tomoe was his niece. Only trustworthy people deserve to be around them.

Tomura hummed as he pulled out his DS. With an hour, he could get some grinding in with his games. Sensei told him he would be busy during this break with something. Tomura was very interested in knowing what the man planned.

In his lair, Hisashi listened to Dr. Garaki as the man listed various people they could use. Hisashi had plenty of shell companies and hidden funds that All Might missed in his purge. It was child's play to use them.

Izumi would be his successor over Tomura, her bodyguard. But she would need a group of people she could rely on, meaning they needed to be people she could see herself in.

“Toga Himiko,” Garaki said. “She's a serial killer who goes after people she is attracted to. She has a blood-based transformation Quirk and a need to have around 20 ML of blood a month. Her parents believe in Quirk suppression so they refused it before.”

“Is it starvation that made her this way?” Hisashi asked.

“Highly unlikely. 20 ML isn't much, and she would get from having a rare steak if needed,” Garaki disagreed. “As well she displayed sociopathic signs early on as a child, even before her parents forced her to go without blood and act normal. I believe though it is easy to concoct the idea she did suffer from it given her attitude.”

“Send out feelers to lure her in,” Hisashi decided. “She will be perfect as a show that society harms certain Quirk types. Maybe mess with her mind, too, so she doesn't mess up and clue Izumi in. Who else?”

“There is the eldest Todoroki, the one we saved? He'd be a good choice given how your daughter empathized with the youngest,” the doctor said. Hisashi nodded. He would be a good choice, yes. “We also have a Quirkless mercenary to consider, sir.”

“Oh? Tell me more.”

-0-

Z checked her gun, ignoring the screaming of civilians on the street. A simple headshot took care of her mark. Sweet and simple. She let out a long breath, putting the gun into its case. Sneaking a military-grade rifle into Japan had cost her a lot. But it was so worth it, given she could do hits easier.

The blue-haired woman slipped the gun into her case, which looked like a backpack. She walked off the roof to the door, pulling on a wig from her bag giving her red hair. A pair of fake glasses, stick a mint into her cheek to have her speech slurred if she was spoken to and slip a rock into her shoe to hobble. Add to the fact she was dressed like any college kid; she would be good.

As Z walked, she checked the floating screen. She felt a bit proud of Midoriya. She'd never tell anyone but as a kid, she would have jumped at the offer of One for All. She would have done anything to get it. Now, Midoriya was using it while gaining a good degree of fame.

Proved all the Quirkless equals weak fuckers wrong. Z had carved out her niche in the underworld, and maybe Midoriya would have been more impressive if she had stayed Quirkless, but Z respected the hell out of the kid. From one Quirkless woman to another, watching the kid claw her way up after what happened to her had been fucking impressive. Z wasn't as strong when she'd been a teenager.

(Then she was eighteen and screaming because of her fucking father’s friends. Her own father said the men could use her as a broodmare. It was a blur, and she suddenly had blood on her hands from smashing their heads in.

She got strong then. She'd been weak before.)

Z hummed as her phone rang. The money. She acted like the college kid she was supposed to be posing as she checked her phone. Only the fact that she had years of experience kept her from reacting too heavily.

I have a job for you. The Boogeyman wants you. -Giran

Why the fuck did he want her?

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FlammenTaenzerinSuzaku gave us Kanjo

Hotaru Kokichi came from ArcticWolfPlayz

-Tensei’s situation with cheating was a really messy one, with Tensei feeling angry ID was leaving and not considering stating (to his mind, ID was seriously debating it at the time because they loved him) and getting drunk where someone could take advantage of his anger. It wasn’t assault, Tensei was not that drunk. But he wasn’t thinking that clearly. ID’s reaction to find a rebound instantly isn’t great either. Basically, both hurt each other badly and regret it. They still love each other and yeah, they’re slowly gravitating back to each other, but they have some shit to go through.

-Tenya wasn’t aware cause he was a kid, and Tensei was ashamed. He’s now being forced to see Tensei isn��t this perfect person. I also kind of wrote my own feelings about when I discovered my father’s affair and then learning my mother did the same. I was just shocked. Confused. And I also came to the realization I lost respect for them. I love them but knowing that kind of broke a lot of trust in me.

-this entire chapter became just bits of everyone and their thoughts cause I had no idea wtf to do and went: hey let's talk about why Tensei and ID broke up. Then it became this.

-I debated about saying this but to not get peoples hopes up: I am 95% sure TodoDeku isn't going to happen in this world. I do have a pairing in mind, but I'm not… 100% certain. I'm letting the story go where it wants. But I Don't think they would do well together. Both have so much trauma they're healing from and I think if They date each other they may ignore their own trauma cause its easier. But I dunno. Izumi thinking Todoroki is hot is one thing, dating another.

-Izumi will not be Eri’s mother. This is something I decided on ages ago because as Nezu points out: she has to much on her shoulders without Eri, and adding more isn’t good.

-Without Spinner or Magne, we need another villain, don’t we? There’s a reason I introduced Z.

#bnha #bnha au #pulling on the strings of destiny #fem tsuna #tw mentions of rape #tw overhaul is a fucking creep

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