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rowretro · 4 months

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𝕾𝖙𝖎𝖑𝖑 𝕸𝖔𝖓𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗

✧taglist✧: @nxzz-skz @nshmrarki @wntersm

(anyone else? I think I may have missed a few names or tagged them on a dif post by accident)

WARNINGS: BLOOD, MENTIONS OF DEAD BODIES, nothing else I know of

✧CHAPTER 5✧

It was nothing new in the boys’ house. Waking up, doing a normal morning routine, then coming downstairs to find a whole blood bath in the living room.

The girl stared, stunned as she watched Heeseung be so casual, laughing and joking with Jungwon as he poked one of the dead bodies with a stick “Painted our white sofa red. Broke whore couldn’t even be grateful enough to clean up after himself.”

He scoffed, as he clicked his fingers at the guards “I want this room cleaned and the furniture replaced while we’re at school.” Heeseung ordered, smirking as he saw Babe step in, flinching at the sight of the gory scene.

She silently grabbed her bag, and opened the front door, only for it to get slammed shut forcefully. “Where are you off to without us?! We’re going to the same school.” Heeseung simply said, his arm trapping her between the door and his body.

“I-I need to get my uniform from home… I’ll meet you at school though-” she faked a smile as Heeseung scoffed “Fine… get in the car I’ll drop you off.” Heeseung coldly stated as the girl gasped.

There was no way she’s letting them know where she lives. She can’t let them know where she lives, her home is her only safe place.

“No need, seriously- it’s walking distance-” the girl added as Heeseung frowned at her attitude. “I’m being nice aren’t I? I’m literally offering you a ride babe, are you sure you want to miss out on it?!” He asked, his stare intense as the girl opened the front door “trust me, I’m fine… see you in school-” she said before leaving the building, and running all the way home.

. . .

Upon arriving at her place, she locked the doors and double checked that no one followed her. She peacefully took a quick shower, changed into her uniform and hopped onto her motorbike after rushing her makeup, speeding to the highest, and safest limit she could as she was practically already late.

10 minutes after the lesson had started, Babe came rushing in, helmet still on her head, the girl out of breath “Sorry I’m late” she apologized through heavy breaths as the teacher blinked. “You forgot to take your helmet off,” the man pointed out, as the girl sighed, taking it off as she went to her seat beside Ning Ning.

The girl was an extremely enthusiastic, outgoing extrovert, befriending practically everyone. However her energy can be a little too much for Babe to handle. In the nicest way possible, Ning Ning is annoying. “Ooh you even have gems and rhinestones on your helmet? That’s so cool!” she exclaimed quietly, not wanting to trigger the teacher.

Babe sighed and faked a smile, before continuing to take notes. Ning Ning, however, was distracted, her head on the table, as she took a nap. That was the only time she’s ever been quiet, but the babe mentally admitted, she kind of missed her noisiness.

It was finally break time, the boys out of sight. It was weird. Ever since she arrived at school she didn’t see them anywhere, not even in the first 2 lessons.

The girl shrugged, sitting with Eunchae where Ning Ning was enthusiastically telling the girls her latest gossip in school “Did you hear? Apparently they’re cleaning it up now! The boys got into a fight earlier, like right before school… there was so much blood everywhere I wouldn’t even be surprised if someone died!” Ning Ning exaggerated.

“OOH and the person they beat up was a guy that was interested in Babe~” Ning Ning sang as her sentence was followed by the girls’ oohing her. Babe’s eyes widened when she saw the boy’s walk in.

Just as Ning Ning was about to say something else so daring, Babe stuffed a bunch of popcorn in Ning Ning’s mouth, catching her off guard “YOU SEEM HUNGRY HERE TRY THIS- ITS BIBBLE FROM THE UK-” she exclaimed, muffling Ning Ning’s sentences.

Jungwon glanced at them, weirded out by her behaviour, while Jay rolled his eyes, approaching them. “Babe Lee. did you forget where you sit or is this some kind of cry for attention?!” Jay asked coldly as he walked off, the girl hastily grabbing her things, running after him.

. . .

Babe was silent, watching as the boys played basket ball outside in the cold. No teachers or students were here as it was pretty late after school. Riki was still staying at home, resting as his fever was fairly high.

Sunghoon was simply smoking some cannabis, giggling with Jake about some random shit. Heeseung flawlessly shooting hoops, teasing Jay, as Jungwon also joined in by teasing the both of them, bouncing the ball out of their hands and running.

They looked so sweet and harmless that verry moment. Babe, looked in her small bedazzled Mirror she keeps in her pocket, frowning as she saw that her lipstick faded, her lips now deprived of the pretty nude-ish pink shade.

She slowly applied the lipstick, making sure she doesn't apply too much. whenever she got some colour anywhere that's not on her lips, she softly wiped it away with her finger.

The girl applied some more lipstick on her lower lip, flinching as the basket ball hit the space beside her. "Go get the ball Jay-" Heeseung frowned as the male rolled his eyes. Babe frowned as she saw the stride of product on her face.

Just as she was about to wipe it away with her sleeve, the soft hands of Sunoo meet her cheeks, he smiled as he wiped it off properly with some makeup wipes. "Let me do your lips- it's so satisfying" he simply asked.

Quite taken aback by his sudden softness, Babe smiled and handed him her lipstick, lip gloss and lipliner. He was so focused, using his thumb occasionally to blend out the makeup.

he frowned looking through her collection of lip liners, noticing they were all pretty dark. Sunghoon who was witnessing the cute scene simply pointed at one for him, as the male took it and started reapplying the liner on her lips, blending it in so it won't look ridiculous.

He pecked her lips quickly, not ruining his artwork, before applying the lip gloss over it. "I've never actually done anyone's makeup before- you should start letting me do yours more often, your lips look prettier, even though they already were pretty-" He simply said as the girl thanked him.

Wasn't it just this morning that these boys who are seemingly sweet, innocent and carefree, were brutally murdering some bastards and enjoying every scene of it?....

✧𝕾𝖙𝖎𝖑𝖑 𝕸𝖔𝖓𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗✧

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hummingbird-of-light · 11 months

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Against All Odds

Part 503

McCoy

It was so hard to leave.

But it was time and they were ready.

McCoy held tight to Scotty’s hand as the shuttle left Earth. He knew how hard it was to be leaving his mother behind. McCoy was already missing the familiar comfort of his own home and his mother. To leave Francine in the place where her home had been destroyed… Alasdair reported everything was on track for being rebuilt.

“We’ll get settled and I’ll talk to Pike,” McCoy said quietly.

“It won’t be the same will it?” Scotty asked just as quiet.

McCoy looked at his fiancé questioningly.

“Being tailed everywhere at school.” Scotty gestured towards the guards at the back of the shuttle.

“Not quite,” McCoy answered truthfully. “But we’ll make it work. I promise.”

His heart raced as the shuttle left atmosphere. Everyone had tried to tell him there was no way he could tell that difference, but he could. Quietly he took some deep breaths. For Scotty he would overcome his fear. And besides, flying was no longer his biggest fear. He glanced at Scotty, looking out the window. Not being able to help if Scotty was hurt had taken flying’s place as his worst fear.

He squeezed Scotty’s hand again and got a squeeze back. Scotty looked over and smiled.

A small crowd was waiting as their car pulled up in front of the school. McCoy couldn’t help but grin at the other boys in the car. It suddenly felt so right to be back, even if there was more security with them.

A girlish squeal was the first thing they heard when they exited the car.

“Montgomery Scotty!” Jaylah shouted and threw herself around him. Scotty could do nothing but laugh and embrace the alien girl back.

“Welcome back!” Jim clapped a hand across McCoy’s shoulder and quickly made his way over to Spock.

“Hi,” Christine said as she moved in front of McCoy. “It’s good to see you.” McCoy reached forward to hug her tight.

“It’s good to see you too,” he replied.

Uhura was next, and Sulu and Chekov. Keenser shook his hand and before his hand was fully back at his side, Jaylah was wrapped around him.

“Hi Jaylah,” McCoy said with a laugh.

“Just Leonard you are good to see.”

A noisy group made their way up the front steps of the school, followed more solemnly by the guards.

Inside the front doors they were met by the headmaster and Mr. Archer. The group quieted.

“Welcome back gentleman,” Mr. Pike said warmly. “It’s good to see you all. You have been quite missed.”

“Thank you sir,” McCoy spoke up. “We’re glad to be back.” He looked at Scotty, Spock and Robbie who all nodded their agreement. “And Mr. Archer, it is good to see you and see you’re healed and healthy.”

“Thank you Mr. McCoy,” Archer said, slight surprise in his eyes. “I’m only sorry Khan escaped us.” His features darkened then. The head of house had been close to the augment who had gone so wrong.

“I’m sure you boys would like to get settled before dinner,” Pike said. “So we’ll let you get to it.” He looked at the guards. “We have some rooms set up for you in the teacher’s wing. Jonathon will be glad to show you.”

“This way,” Archer said and gestured before he began to walk. Four of the security team followed after him.

Scotty and the others began to walk towards the boys dorm, but McCoy stayed still. Scotty looked back at him.

“Mr. Pike,” McCoy called. “Could I speak with you for a moment?”

“Of course Leonard. My office?”

McCoy handed his bag to one of the two security people still with them and followed the headmaster. He sensed one of the guards fall in behind him.

“What can I do for you Leonard?” Pike asked when they were in his office. The guard was outside the door.

McCoy swallowed, then got straight to the point.

“Can Scotty and I share a room?”

He could see Pike’s eyebrows raise as he sat down behind his desk.

“There’s more security than just Spock now,” McCoy continued. “I shouldn’t need to have a guard at my side in my room now. And we’re engaged. Everyone knows we’re together.”

An amused smile was crossing Pike’s face.

“Some people would think I should keep you separate for the very reason that you are engaged.”

McCoy rolled his eyes. “Those people are old fashioned.”

“I will tell you this Leonard; let’s get you all settled back into routine here at school, and we can revisit this conversation again soon.”

McCoy sighed. He had hoped for a better answer, but he’d take what he was given.

“Ok,” he said, trying to keep his disappointment from showing.

“Two weeks and then you’ll be home for a weekend and we’ll talk again after that.”

“Alright. Thank you sir.”

“You still have some time before dinner if you want to unpack. Dr. Boyce says you all have kept up with your classes quite well.”

“We’ve tried. Thanks.” With that McCoy made his way out the door.

Part 504

Scotty

The first thing Scotty and Robbie did was write a quick message to Francine and Granddad, saying that they had arrived safely. Only when they got an answer in return, Scotty was relaxed enough to unpack his things.

"So... are ye alright?" Scotty asked, looking over his shoulder at his little brother who was standing across the room in front of his own closet.

Robbie turned around to look at him questioningly.

"What?"

"I asked if ye're alright. With... being apart from Leah again, I mean."

Scotty could see his brother sighing as he turned back to the closet. He probably didn't want his older brother to see just how hard it was on him.

"We can always talk on the PADD," he just answered.

"Aye... ye sure can."

Scotty decided to let the topic drop. He didn't want to bother Robbie more than necessary.

And... for him it would be hard too. Of course he could see Leonard in person everyday, but thinking about the horrible nightmares that still appeared sometimes and knowing that Leonard wouldn't be there to comfort him, was scaring Scotty quite a lot. Thankfully, they had taken Dr. Boyce's pills with them. But Scotty could only hope that they would help.

Without talking much more the boys finished unpacking and then headed downstairs, followed by two of the three guards assigned to them.

Scotty wondered what Leonard had talked about with Pike, but he could already imagine some things.

They found Leonard and Spock at the dining hall with Jim and their other male friends.

"Mo ghràdh," the Scotsman greeted his love and pressed a kiss to his cheek, grabbing his hand.

"Hey, leannan."

There was a weak smile on Leonard's face, but Scotty could see that something had disappointed his fiancé.

"How did yer talk go?"

Leonard shrugged before whispering that he'd tell him later. And Scotty was fine with it.

Slowly, the room filled with students. It was so good to see them again. Still, Scotty's heart beat out of his chest when he saw Khan's friends. They had been told that the other augments hadn't known anything about the plan, but it still was strange to be close to them.

The racing of his heart got even worse when Joaquin suddenly stepped over to them.

"Hey," he greeted them in a quiet voice.

"Hello," the boys returned, except for Jim. The augment and him had their history.

"I... just wanted to tell you that I'm sorry about what Khan did. Please believe me when I say that we had no idea."

From the corner of his eye, Scotty saw the guards straightening their backs, ready to act if necessary.

"It's... okay. Thank ye, Joaquin."

The augment gave them a nod and then got over to his seat.

At dinner everyone acted normal around them, but several pairs of eyes were on the boys all the time. And on their bodyguards who stayed around. It was awkward for every student. They had been used to Spock, but that was mainly because he was a student as well. The grown-ups were something else.

After dinner, Scotty and the other boys spent time with their friends. It was so good to see them again. To talk and play games.

But every good evening had to end and eventually curfew came.

Leonard held on to his hand all the way until they reached the Scott brothers' room. There he pulled him into a hug.

"Good night," Scotty muttered quietly and Leonard ran a hand through his hair.

"Good night."

Leonard's voice sounded just as sad as his own. He had told Scotty earlier that Pike had not allowed for them to change rooms. Not yet at least. Maybe in a few weeks.

They... would get through it, right? What were a few weeks?

One last kiss and Scotty could only watch Leonard leave with Spock and two of the guards. He waved after him and then got into the room.

Robbie was already in bed. Apparently he was already asleep. His eyes were closed and he snored softly.

Scotty changed into his pajamas and lay down as well. His heart was aching as he looked at the empty space next to him.

Leonard.

He wanted to hug him, to hear his breath, to feel his heart beating.

But Leonard was in another room. So close, yet out of reach.

Scotty wanted to take one his pills, but the day had been very exhausting and before he knew it, his eyes fell close.

#star trek #montgomery scott #leonard mccoy #scones #au #against all odds

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babychoko · 2 years

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🎀𝔽𝕣𝕠𝕞 𝕝𝕖𝕥𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕥𝕠 𝕤𝕡𝕠𝕜𝕖𝕟 𝕨𝕠𝕣𝕕𝕤🎀

Part 8

Note: Some unexpected things c:

"I just want to skip this gym class. I mean it." I complained, unbuttoning my blouse. Besides, I have something important to do after school. Something I'm worried about.

"You can say that again. That Tartaglia isn't even human anymore!" Xinyan agreed with me and threw her white blouse on the bench. At the moment, we were all in the locker room. It was very noisy, not to mention stuffy. It was our class's turn for gym class while the parallel class was getting ready for their next class. Therefore, we were pretty much cramped. I only noticed now that we are more girls at this school than boys. "I must say, though, he doesn't look bad..." Yun Jin put on her sports jacket and giggled. "Oh, did anyone bring deodorant for later? Forgot mine at home." We waited for her sentence to turn out to be a joke. But that didn't seem to be the case. She looked at us cluelessly. "So no one brought deodorant?"

"I can tell you that he is so not my type...'' Confessed Xinyan. "But alright, yeah. He's not that bad looking." She probably said that so Yun Jin wouldn't feel alone.

"I need deodorant!"

Personalities can really spoil appearances. Tartaglia is the real deal, no lie!

Rarely does he show grace. But as soon as another teacher appears, he is the treasure of the whole earth. Just watch.

I put on a shirt and our sports jacket. Somehow I felt I was being watched when I pulled up my sports pants. But of course I hurried because letting underwear be seen is embarrassing. I briefly peeked over my shoulder. But no one suspicious was to be seen. Strange...

In the sports field it started immediately. First we were told to stretch as much as possible. But that was difficult for most of the students. Next came the sit ups as well as push ups. Actually, we were all used to it. But Mr.Tartaglia loves to do multiple reps.

"You are not tensing your abdominals! Otherwise it won't work!" He laughed and went around once. "As a reward, you may..."

"Run a few tracks! Isn't that great?" Many groaned in annoyance. "But only after you do the crunches. Not to mention the five-minute planks." Well this class seemed like it was going to be especially great. But at least not as intense as normal. Apparently, he was in a good mood.

After the gym class, most everyone was sweaty. I loosened my arms because I had to repeat the planks. My arms were hurting. Do we at least not get real mats?

Suddenly Hu Tao put her hands on my ears and whispered to me:

"Meow, meow..heheh." She then ran away giggling. I looked stupidly after her. Afterwards, I realized why I felt like I was being watched while I was changing.

She had seen my panties which had a kitten on them. However, I didn't let that bother me.

We were lucky that there were many cool breezes blowing from the wind during the day. At least I didn't feel warm or sweaty anymore. I continued to fan myself with the notebook. It was like an air conditioner. With my other hand, I opened my school bag and looked at the last bag of cookies.

"You look determined. Do you have any plans after school?" Xinyan looked at me curiously and was retying her braids. I gestured to the bags. "Oh... the last person is...?"

"Chongyun." I whispered. "It's kind of hard to talk to him lately. Now that we're all getting close again..." Hu Tao patted me on the shoulder. "You guys are good friends after all! You can't just leave him like this forever. He must be getting lonely."

"I don't know..." I whispered, grabbing my bag. "I was planning to visit him with Xingqiu. He was worried about me too. But something came up. So I'm going there alone."

"I'd love to go but..." She scratched the back of her head. I get it already. Chonygun... Is not really pleased with Hu Tao. They both have completely different views on life. "There's nothing wrong with that. So see you tomorrow!"

I made my way to his house. After a few streets, I passed a cemetery and came across a shrine. And if I go in the corner across the street..there's his house!

I exhaled deeply once and rang the bell. It didn't take long for a white-haired woman to open the door for me.

"Hi. Chongyun has company." She said, as if this was a new fact. "Good afternoon, Shenhe. It's good to see you again." His parents were not there today. Instead, his auntie Shenhe, who looked after him many times. I can well imagine that he has often tried to make his parents understand that he can manage on his own and doesn't need a babysitter at his age anymore. But of course, his parents disagree.

She was pleased to let me in. Before that, however, she checked to see if anyone had come along. "Ah..auntie. I came alone. Xingqiu couldn't come after all." Somehow she looked relieved and closed the door behind me. "I see. I'll get you something to drink..if you like? Or would something to eat be better after all?" Somehow I thought she was cute.

"It's all good! I'm okay with everything." She led me to his room. It was downstairs, you see. Right where their basement is. The reason for this is that it's always nice and cold downstairs. As we walked down the lowest hallway, the walls were more and more decorated with talismans. I noticed new decorations and a few multiple dream catchers on the walls. "Today his class ended early. He was still able to escape the midday sun. He forgot his parasol today."

"Poor him..."

She gave me a gentle nudge on the back as a sign that I could quietly go in his room. I must have been distracted by all the decorations as usual. Shenhe eventually went back to prepare drinks. I rubbed my arms to give them some warmth. It was really chilly downstairs. He had probably turned his air conditioner back on.

His room door was wide open. I didn't enter his room yet. Chongyun was sitting cross-legged very still. His eyes were closed and his breaths were so slow that I almost thought he wasn't breathing at all!

I leaned against his door frame and said nothing because I didn't want to disturb him. But he seemed to have noticed me long ago.

He opened his eyes and looked at me with a calm smile.

"You came, didn't you?"

"I did."

"Come on in, please. You don't have to stand there." I listened to his request and entered his room. There were so many sigils, feathers and scarves hanging. You could almost never see his dark blue walls.

On a table were his beloved stones, cards as well as prayer chains. I don't know how long I haven't been here. But I found his room especially beautiful. Especially the sun catchers, reflecting rainbows in the form of water drops from the small slit of the window. Whenever I'm here, I feel a certain calm.

"I just finished meditating. You're just in time..." I nodded in response and placed my school bag on my lap as he offered me a seat.

"I was thinking of coming to see you. With Xingqiu, of course. But unfortunately, something came up with him."

"Oh, that's too bad. But nothing serious, I hope?" He looked a little worried. I shook my head. "No, just don't worry. You know his brother is still nauseous..."

Xingqiu still has his brother's punishments on his hands, but at least it's not as severe as it was a few days ago! He may be annoyed by it, but he didn't complain.

"I see..punishments, huh? He could always talk his way out of that." He seemed surprised that Xingqiu didn't use that tactic anymore. Therefore, we have been under a lot of stress lately, it seems to be the case because of that. With my feet, I supported the casters of the swivel chair I was sitting on and slowly turned back and forth sideways. Then I braked.

"How..are you doing?" I just wanted to know if something was bothering him. Not having him around us felt like nothing. Like there was a void. He leaned his upper body back slightly and looked up at the ceiling. For a moment he watched the little rainbows mapped through his crystals. "I'm feeling better already, thank you. But I must confess that my yang energy..got worse." He paused a bit, then looked at me.

"I didn't mean to hurt you."

"Chongyun..!" What is he saying all of a sudden?

He sat up straight again. "No, I'm serious. I stayed away from everyone..because I didn't want to involve anyone." He got up from his bed and pushed off the incense stick. It stopped smoking and the ash fell apart. "So I spent the entire time meditating and training." I played a little with my pendant, which was hanging on my school bag. "How is it now?" Chongyun always suffered from his yang energy. It made his whole life difficult, after all, he couldn't participate in many leisure activities. However, we as his friends did not let this affect him. He can't help it and remains our kind-hearted friend.

His reaction, which he now showed me, surprised me. His eyes lit up. "You know, much better! But the heat..it makes it difficult for me. As long as I meditate and focus on not going crazy, it's going to be a success. I'm already learning to deal with it better. But it really took time..much more than it normally does."

I already felt relieved. "So you can go back outside soon...?"

He sat back down on the edge of his bed. "Huh? Outside?" I rummaged around in my bag now and pulled out a small pouch. "We all wanted to get together again. All the exams and class changes kind of separated us from each other ..separated was the word...?" I stood up and handed him the bag of cookies. "Well, it would be nice if we spent time together again." He stared at my hands and then back at me.

"Burn marks?"

I scratched my head. "Ahah, don't worry about it! That happened to me yesterday after. It'll go away though!" I baked cookies again because there was no way I was giving him old cookies that went bad over the summer. "Finally, I can give you that too."

"All this trouble for me...?" He asked, partly unsure. I could only shake my head at that. "It was no big deal. Besides, baking is fun."

"Listen, there's something else I wanted to tell you..." Chongyun's cheeks turned slightly pink. But his expression seemed unsettled. "I wanted to apologize that...remember when you found out about Xingqiu's moving?"

I pressed my lips together for a moment. That's a phrase I hated to hear lately. "What about it?"

"From me..."

"Huh?"

"It came from me. I just blurted it out. Though I was sure he'd rather tell you."

I didn't blame him, though. Somehow, I just couldn't. "You're sad about that too, aren't you? After all, you guys are inseparable.... And sooner or later it would have come out anyway."

"But it wasn't right of me!" He replied. "I knew that I had to stay away from you sooner then, after all." I have to sigh once and smiled at him.

"Let's rather all look for solutions and spend the future time together with joy." Fighting is the last thing I want.

Shenhe entered the room, but we didn't notice it at first. Immediately, we startled as long white hair flew past and by. We almost thought that a ghost had entered his room.

And that would have ended unpleasantly, because I could see from Chongyun's face how he relaxed again.

He certainly wasn't going to beat her up if she had been a ghost.

I looked at him and widened my eyes as he put back a seal.

Eh.

Or was he?!

When I got back home, I felt a slight joy. It was as if another weight had fallen off my shoulder. But then I remembered that I had to get to homework and was annoyed again. I showerd, threw on some loose clothes, grabbed a popsicle, and got to work. At least I had a cool down for a while. With a tired look on my face, I flipped my textbook closed. I was about to get up and ask my father if I could use his computer for further and faster research. But in the middle of it, I got a call.

"Hello, (Name). Do you feel like..coming over tomorrow afternoon? I'd love to spend some time with you. I'd have a day off tomorrow. How about it?" My eyes sparkled.

The next day, I stood in front of the mansion. I took off my sun hat and entered the grounds. Somehow, the place was quieter than usual. Did I really come at the right time? Did I take too long to get ready after all? I looked at my note. No, the time seemed right after all. I rang the bell once and waited until the door was opened for me.

A tall young man looked down at me.

Xingqiu's big brother!

Immediately he smiled. "Greetings to you. It's good to see you back. Please, come in." I shyly greeted him back and took off my sandals. "Where is this..." He heaved a single sigh. "He really has no sense of his own guests!..Ah, would you like a drink? Come on, I'll take you to the living room."

"Thank you..." I looked around. Did they change the decorations around? And the carpets? His home certainly looked different than usual. And the mood was different than normal, too. It was much more hectic. Many maids were carrying certain boxes and hurrying to go outside. Some were running with long lists.

"Don't let it bother you. It's just an event taking place. Unfortunately, some things didn't go as planned. But it is getting smoother already. Xu will probably have to step in as the only house helper today..I hope Xingqiu doesn't take advantage of that." He looked kind of stressed out.

Take advantage? What would Xingqiu want to do to Xu? I think I missed so many things.

"Please, make yourself at home- ah, your drink. Hope you like lemonade?"

I suddenly had to giggle a little. "It's all right. I'll wait. I'm sure you have a lot to do."

"Ahhh, master! There's an order..."

"Excuse me! (Name), sorry!" Immediately he rushed to a maid. I sat down on the sofa and had to take a deep breath.

And exhale once...

Somehow their stress was rubbing off on me. I looked at the beautifully decorated lemonade with many ice cubes. The little parasol I found particularly cute. But to make me a fresh drink in a hurry and brought here remains a mystery to me. But that was nothing new. It is with them the usual. I drank some of the lemonade from the straw and put the glass back on the tray. Xingqiu really has it good. He could be served something like this all day.

"But young master... are you sure you'll be able to get along with Xu? Can you really stay alone? What about if there's an emergency..."

"I told you, go ahead without me. I'm sure father is already waiting. The more backup, the easier it will be there." My ears perked up when I heard this familiar one. Automatically, I had to smile. He stood confidently in the hallway, saying goodbye to the maids. Then he turned his gaze to me.

I got up from the sofa and he came towards me, pleased. Immediately he took my hands in his. "You came! I'm sorry I kept you waiting." I shook my head. "Don't be."

I noticed the stack of DVDs on a drawer. He followed my gaze. "I thought we could watch some movies together." I don't say no to that. It got quieter in the house while I picked out a few movies. They're probably all gone by now.

"I can't believe you rented a lot of these movies."

"You had to make us watch these." He didn't sound excited at all. I don't think he likes watching a certain confident blonde in different roles. "I mean seriously..." He sighed and pulled out a couple of movies. "...as in Nutcracker, ah and Swan Lake." I shook my head and put my hands on my hips. "Now don't be like that. Razor seemed to have been really excited about it! And Bennett was very invested!" But the fact that Xingqiu didn't like these movies, but still watched them with me, was saying something. Somehow I thought that was totally cute..

"But I kind of feel like doing something else for now." We decided to watch TV. I found his TV especially great. It ran smoothly and was also very large. We sat on the sofa while a cartoon was playing. Honestly, I was totally excited to be able to spend time alone with him. But why, I couldn't explain to myself. It wasn't like we had never spent time alone before. I leaned my head on his shoulder. After a moment, he put his hand on mine.

However, this time it was totally different than usual..

" Drat! I forgot my folder!" It was his big brother's voice. Never in my life had I sat up straight on a sofa so quickly. We both had a light bead of sweat on our foreheads, trying not to look suspicious.

"There it is..oh, you guys just watch movies?" His brother took the mysterious folder from the drawer and looked at us. I don't know if I'm imagining it..but it looked like he was measuring with his own eyes, the distance between the two of us.

"We're just looking at a mouse and a cat taking a swipe at each other. Nothing unusual, right (name)?"

I agreed with him. "Certainly. There are infinite episodes." For a while his brother said nothing, but then he seemed to look pleased. "Have fun then!" I waved after him and we were silent until we heard no more footsteps. With an uncertain smile, I turned to Xingqiu.

"Do you think he suspects us..."

"Yes, I think so." Xingqiu didn't take a second longer in answering. "That must be why he asked Xu to come here later. After all, I can stay home alone for a few hours..." It already made me nervous that someone might have a clue about our relationship. And by that, I meant people from our family. Xingqiu brushed up a strand that was behind my ear. "Don't be afraid." I put my hand on his and leaned further back on the sofa. If only it were that easy. You see, my parents are very strict when it comes to relationships. They still don't know that I have a boyfriend. Xingqiu stroked the back of my hand with his thumb and turned his head towards me.

And to be honest, I felt guilty about what I was doing behind their backs. This is not only because of the cultural as well as religious aspects. What pulled me out of my thoughts, however, was Xingqiu getting up from the sofa, pulling my hands towards him. He seems to have turned off the television.

"Do you feel like letting off steam? We have a lot of space here." Let off steam? I wonder what he could possibly mean by that.

"Young master...? Are you here?" Xingqiu laughed softly and pointed out to me not to make a sound. I think I now have a slight idea of what he is up to. This is something that could be mean. But it was typical of him. I am fortunately used to his bizarre sense of humor. He looked to me and grinned. "Perfect timing. Come on!" He pulled me after him.

Now the two of us were running in socks, hand in hand down the halls and past Xu.

"Huh. You here? What was that?" Immediately, I held my hand in front of my mouth to keep from laughing out loud. The sun was shining through the hallway windows, and I hoped our shadows wouldn't give us away.

"Young master!! Please don't play games with me. Your father would be worried if I told him you were not present..." We turned quickly because the corridors here were endlessly long. Otherwise, he would have seen us. But now Xu would have to choose which way to go.

Left? Right? Or maybe straight ahead? If he only knew that he had just passed us...!

He should have turned left. Then he would have found us. As Xingqiu kept guard and made sure Xu was out of sight, we continued to sneak down the hallway straight ahead.

Big mistake.

For a second, my heart almost raced to my feet. We were right behind him! Just as Xu was about to turn around, we raced into the next room. It was a bathroom. Probably for guests because usually each room has its own bathroom. I think so.

"Aha, don't think I didn't see you guys!" Xu kept approaching and yanked open the bathroom door.

However, he didn't see us. All he saw was a bright bathroom, the big bathtub which was in front of a window, a toilet on the left and a sink next to it. Even behind the door we were not visible. "T..This can't be happening! I could have sworn. Maybe I should take a vacation after all..." He muttered to himself.

The footsteps were getting quieter and quieter.

Luckily, he didn't look into the bathtub. Well, Xingqiu and I were cramped in there. He had his arms tightly around me and his chin on my shoulder. I felt relieved now. Although it wouldn't have been bad if Xu had found us. But playing hide and seek is exciting now.

I don't want to be like this, but lying in a bathtub like this wasn't entirely uncomfortable. On the contrary... with him it was kind of pleasant. Maybe it was because I felt secure at that moment and looked up at the ceiling. The white and translucent shower curtain continued to waft before it like a ghost. We watched the curtain for a few minutes before sitting back up.

"I think he's gone. Let's go back to the living room." I agreed with him and we got out of the bathtub as a result. Good thing no one here had showered before. Otherwise we would have been soaking wet.

It took a while before we made our way to the living room. We were fooling around quite a bit in the hallway. Playfully I refused to move and he tried to pull me along. But when I saw a small picture frame that caught my eye, I stopped. I got up from the floor and took a closer look at the photo.

"No, how cute."

A very small boy in winter clothes was looking intently at the camera. Next to him was a young woman with slightly wavy hair in a coat. She was kneeling down behind the little boy and was holding his shoulder while smiling to the camera.

"Xingqiu, is that you and your mom?" He seemed surprised by the photo himself and looked at it. This picture frame must have been hung up since recently without his knowledge. "Yeah, I think I just turned 4 then?" Smiling, I brushed my finger over the picture, then analyzed the place. It looked very familiar to me. But I don't know from where.

"Do you know where this photo was taken?" I looked at him questioningly. Xingqiu scratched his head thoughtfully. "I could ask my father. He took the photo back when he was trying out a camera. But I'm pretty sure the Central Library was in front of us."

I looked at the photo for a moment before we dashed back into the living room. Since the sun was shining a strong orange light as it was about to set, Xingqiu dimmed the living room by drawing the curtains. They were really very long curtains because the windows went from the end to the beginning.

As he was about to draw the curtain further, I tapped his shoulder. Confused, he tried to turn to me until I blew in his ear and ran away. He made a sound of shock and ran after me.

He managed to catch me immediately. "Do you want me to punish you?" He laughed, trying to hold me down. "And that would be how? Tickle me to death?" I teased with confidence. He softened a bit and shook his head.

"No, but... maybe more intense than at school a few days ago?" He whispered, stroking both hands down my side to my thighs. I didn't expect that at all and fell squealing to the carpet. I pulled him right down with me. Now I lay giggling caught between his arms as he knelt over me. I couldn't see him clearly at first because there were still a few rays of sunlight shining from the slits in the curtains.

Slowly I calmed down and looked up at him. Somehow this moment seemed very familiar to me.

Then it hit me. Right. That was when he and I were in the stairwell when I almost put my hand in-

"(Name)?" Huh?

I blinked a few times and looked back at him. Oh dear, was I absent-minded again? And what the thell was I thinking about? "Yeah?"

He smiled and put a hand on my cheek. "I'm always thinking about you..you know that, right?" Then he leaned closer.

"Hmh..yes.." I continued to hold eye contact with him. Ahh..for him to just say it like that..

"I'm relieved to hear that."

He then lifted my chin and placed a kiss on my lips. Automatically, I closed my eyes at that. How long had it been...? I missed his lips. But unfortunately, it was very short.

"Xingqiu..one more time?" I asked softly. From the second kiss, it turned into a third..then fourth..then..oh, forget it. I stopped counting a long time ago.

We then innocently drank lemonade and watched the movies. When Xu came back, he saw us in this sight. The look on his face told me that he needed a vacation badly. Xingqiu seemed to have been very amused.

"Huuh..but we sat here all the time, right (Name)?"

"Yeah..of course." Man, do I feel guilty.

Eventually, I went home before it got late. I would have loved to stay with him longer. But there will be another time soon. As I walked quietly through the streets, I reflected a bit.

Actually, today we could have discussed what will become of us when he moves away. It won't be long now. But we still have time. I remembered how he said then that he will look for a solution. All right, then I'll try to do that too. Even if I realize that it will be difficult if we will live far away from each other. No, no. After all, it's not just about me. There are the others. Besides, he himself has to process what he's still leaving behind.

I realized now that maybe it was good that we didn't talk about it today. And surely it is good not to plan much and leave it to fate...

Now I'm getting a headache again.

I notice that in this situation I get the total block of thoughts. I sighed and entered my home. I went to greet my mother and found her in the living room as a result. She was looking at some photos.

What I found strange, however, was that she didn't question where I was.

"Are you getting nostalgic, Mom?" She continued to turn the pages.

"I was actually trying to pick out a photo for my card..and now I'm distracted." Who hasn't been there? Anyway, it happened to me when I was cleaning out some toys from my kindergarten days.

"Look, this is you and me. You were I think..3 years old? Maybe there's something written on the back." I sat down with her and took one look at the photo. It was only very slightly creased, yet well kept.

Hold on a second.

"What is it? Can't you make out what's pictured?"

My heart started to race slightly. If you look closely, you can see in the background the back of a woman who had placed her hands on the shoulders of her child while kneeling down. A man was half in view who seemed to be taking the picture. I flipped the picture over.

On the back, there actually seemed to be something written.

"(Name) with her mother in front of the Central Library. Autumn, 1991." I whispered.

Speechless, I lowered the photo in front of my face. The family behind me and my mother in this picture..This couldn't be true?

Masterlist

Part 9

#genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #romance #fanfic #xingqiu x reader #chongyun #love #tartaglia #hu tao #yun jin #xinyan #shenhe #kisses #cute

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lightvsdark18 · 2 years

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Magicless Overblot

The doors to the new cafe/student hangout opened and started serving hungry students her cooking. She sat at her desk on the third day after another successful day. She was writing in her journal about how well the business was going, eventually turning her thoughts to a certain page of the book, flipping to the list.

Riddle - Queen of Hearts

Lion boy - Scar

Dealmaker - Ursala

Snake boy - Jafar

Vil - Evil Queen

She filled in the recent name. Fire hair boy - Hades. Then looked at the last villain.

Thorn Fairy... Malleus?

At the thought of his name she froze, then started to cry and cover her face. He's next. Diasomnia is the last dorm and he's the dorm leader. He was going to overblot next!

Her fear and panic from the past overblots resurfaced and just held herself until no tears spilled out of her eyes.

For two days she was mentally distant. Her mind contentiously thought about the past, about her friends blotting and attacking each other. The danger she was in of having to run and dodge magic attacks, getting almost skewered by Azul, having her arm burn by Vil, and fighting for her life at Land of Grief.

She couldn't stop thinking about what happened in the past and how she will relive the fear again when Malleus overblots. Ace, Deuce, Epel and Jack came up to her and asked what was wrong.

The moment she opened her mouth, blackness erupted out of her. She looked down at the floor covered with the black ink-like substance she feared. What?! What is going on?! Why am I-

She vomited, falling to her knees and coughing up the substance. When she stopped, staring down at the familiar darkness, then passed out.

Jack carried her to infirmary with Grim following while the others went and got a professor to explain what happened, having the professor calm them down and ask them to return to their classroom. The teacher informed Crowley and checked up on the young woman. Grim refused to leave her side.

Ortho was told about what happened from the boys during lunch and immediately went to the infirmary to check her vitals and froze at what he found. Blot.

He skipped the rest of his classes and went to straight to his brother to tell him about the issue. Idia froze as well. Ortho showed him the vitals and scans he did, questioning how? "How does a magicless person overblot?!"

The brothers researched and discussed the options and possibilities that could lead to an magicless overblot. Ortho thought maybe she has magic, but that raised the question on how did she gain magic? Idia didn't dwell on that and continued searching for an answer on what caused it and how to fix it.

"She has been acting off lastly. She seemed distant with everyone she talks to. Maybe something happened to her."

Alice was asleep in the infirmary for 24 hours. She woke up to Grim sleeping on her chest and had the nurse check her over. Her nose and ears were bleeding a black substance while she was asleep and continued to do so. Crowley was informed and greeted the young woman, asking how she felt.

"Terrible. I feel like I'm having the worst cold of my life."

Crowley walked her back to Ramshackle and requested she rest until she's well enough return to class. When he entered his office, he found the brothers waiting for him where they explained what they found.

Emergency meeting with the dorm leaders was announced. Idia explained everything to them, watching their face twist in horror at the information, especially Malleus who got deeply concerned.

The next day, the first years visited her and helped wipe her face or hold the bucket for her to puke. She asked them if they could run her business while she rests. Jack questioned if she really wanted noisy students bothering her rest.

"My business is my only form of income. I don't want to rely on Crowley."

Then the dorm leaders entered. They asked to speak with her and the first years with Grim left, promising to make her some money while she sleeps the days away.

At the door closing and the first years being a distance away, Riddle started.

"It has been brought to our attention that you have been acting distant with your friends, seeming like something is bothering you before... what happened in the hallway. Could you tell us what is wrong?"

"..." She couldn't tell them. She doesn't want admit Malleus is next.

"Kate, please tell us. We need to know what is going on for us to help you." Vil sat down on the bed and wipes her nose with a tissue.

I can't. I can't say it. I don't want to admit-

"I'm useless."

"Kate, don't say-"

"I watched all of you overblot and I have done nothing. Why am I even here?! Why was I placed here if I can't help any of you?!" Blot rolled down her cheeks in the form of tears.

The housewardens surrounded her bed. "Kate, you have helped us. You may not have helped in the fight, but you offered to listen and let us talk out our problems."

"You could have gone to a counselor for that. You didn't need me."

"You found about my plan on winning the Magicshift tournament."

"And you made a plan on how to stop me from making deals."

"You brought Octavinelle to Scarabia and stopped Jamil."

"You came to Land of Grief to bring us back to the school."

"You were the first person to comfort us after waking up and offered to listen to us."

"You may not realize your importance, but we do. We're glad to have met you."

She cried, wiping her eyes as Vil and Azul hugged her.

Idia eventually explained her condition and his theory on how it works. Her blot is mentally based instead magically based. When she's anxious, worried or panicked, blot will form and spill over there is too much.

The way her body is filtering it out is by bleeding, crying and/or throwing up the blot. Ortho calculates that talking about her issues and spending time with friends will decrease and stop more blot from forming.

So, she would talk to her friends who visited her and cracked jokes together. Malleus was the person who visited her the most and ensured her everything was going to be okay.

He helped her throughout her recovery: walking her to the bathroom, bringing her meals up to her room, picking up her schoolwork and assisting her, placing her in the bathtub and waiting outside until she called for him, etc.

After a week and half, the black stopped dripping from her face and returned to her classes in a better mood... Just for the fear and anxiety to return at the dream of Maleficent.

(The possibility of an actual overblot happening to her is not off the table.)

#twisted wonderland #alice #written work

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heaven-s-black-box · 5 months

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Seraph of Academia chpt.5

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Recovery date: March 25th, 2020

Description: Our favorite ONS teens training to be heroes! Will Yuu survive Guren's class? Will Yuu confess to Mika? And most importantly will the become heroes?

Notes: Unfortunately this series of entries was corrupted and recovery is unlikely, apologies for the inconvenience. This is an abandoned work

Chapters: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7---Quirk List

Word count: 587

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Akane picked up her binder and pencil case, and went over to her group's corner. Waiting for her was another girl with brown hair. Well, it was a brownish red. She looked like she was taking notes from her phone, Probably about our hero. Taking a seat beside her, she looked over and was met with rather detailed notes of his costume and functions.

“Are you a fan?”

“Wah!” The girl cried and turned to look at her, “Uhhh.... Huh?”

“Are you a fan?” She asked again, “Of freeze burn I mean.”

“Oh! I guess? I mean, my mom helps design some of the costumes at his agency. So I’ve met him before and he's pretty nice…”

Before they could continue with introductions, a boy pulled up a chair and joined them. His hair was a really pale blond.He looked kind of angry, or was he tired. Either way, this was a chance to make new friends. Akane opened her binder and pulled out her sketchbook, the boy looked like he couldn’t find his. So, Akane pulled out a page and handed it to him.

“Hm,” he hummed, looking up when she poked him, “Oh, uh thanks…”

“Akane, I’m Akane. And you two are?”

“I’m Kanemaru,” the boy said. “And this is Haruno,” he gestured to the girl, who looked up.

“Oh, you guys know each other?”

“Yep,” Haruno said, putting her notes down, “we went to junior high together.”

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The morning had been interesting, Freeze burn wasn’t too hard to design a costume for. Akane had almost died of embarrassment when she realized she had started singing “Let it go”, this prompted a conversation about their families. The other two were only children, but they seemed to understand Akane’s struggle , and hatred, of children's movies Other than that it had been nice to make friends of her own.

Come lunch time, their assignment had been polished and turned in. Haruno had invited her to sit with them at lunch, and she gratefully accepted the break from her brothers. Toujo, their other friend, and Mitsuba joined them. A break from her brothers, This’ll be fun…

BANG!

CRASH!

“Akane! Akane help!” she heard someone, probably Mika, yell from the direction of the noise.

She groaned and slumped into the table. Covering her head she began to mumble, “I don’t know them. I don’t know them.”

“Uhh,” Toujo started. “Akane?”

“Just ignore it,” Mitsuba said, eating like nothing was happening.

“Brothers?” Haruno asked, giving her a worried smile. She nodded.

The Group of them went back to eating, except Toujo. He kept staring behind the girls towards the noise.

“Something wrong Toujo?” Knemaru asked, nudging him.

“Dear god,” Toujo mumbled.

Just then the room went silent. Of course the sudden silence was kind of scary, and the looks on Toujo and Kanemaru’s faces weren’t helpful. So of course, albeit reluctantly, they turned around. In a small area in the middle of the cafeteria, at least twenty people were laying on the ground. Just, laying there.

Standing in the middle of the sleeping students was a boy with black hair in a ponytail. Akane put her chopsticks down and ran over. The others followed her to check on everyone.

“Rene. Why’d you do that?” Another boy asked, approaching the boy.

“They were being noisy. Where are the teachers? They should have done something.”

“Rene!” Norito-sensei stormed in, “ Using your quirk in the cafeteria is prohibited.”

“Head to the faculty room,” the teacher with him said, “We’ll deal with this.”

#researcher s's recovery #seraph of academia #owari no seraph #seraph of the end #akane hyakuya #rene simm #kanemaru shinji #tojo hideaki #haruno yoshikawa #norito goshi #fluff

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randomshyperson · 3 years

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Wanda Maximoff/Reader - The One Where You Punch Tony Stark - Part One

Part 2 || Part 3 || Part 4 || AO3 (Complete)

Summary: When the rumors that you punched Tony Stark in the face spread around your school, some interesting events unfolded. Or enemies to Lovers in high School.

Warnings: 18+; Enemies to Lovers/ Angry Sex/ Underage Sex/ High School AU/ Violence/ Fights/ Inappropriate language.

Words: 19,905K (Complete)

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Sometimes it is just a punch “ - Chapter One

Rumors at your high school were spreading like the plague. No one would really admit to talking about it, but everyone knew they were gossiping. Everything about this place seemed to irritate you deeply, from your stupid and petty classmates, with their idiotic social circles and narcissistic behavior, to the body of psychotics professors who seemed to take pleasure in embarrassing the students.

Fortunately, it was your senior year. You couldn't wait to get out of this place, to get away from this troublesome town. You let out a grumble when you noticed two teenagers pressed up against your locker. Fucking hell, you thought impatiently as you walked up to them. Then you noticed who they were, and your irritation increased even more.

Golden boy, captain of the soccer team, arrogant pain in the ass, Steve Rogers, was kissing Sharon Carter against her locker. Sharon was a cheerleader, human barbie, and honestly, she used to be a nice girl in elementary school, then you guys grew up and she became an arrogant bitch.

- Really, Rogers, don't you have your own locker? - commented a voice next to you, before you could say anything. It was Natasha, your locker-mate, with whom you had at least three classes together. She was very closed off and didn't let anyone near her, always alone at school. But if you could guess, she was the closest thing you had to a friend in this place. Steve stopped kissing Sharon when he heard Natasha, and throwing his arm around the girl's shoulders, he smiled wryly at Nat.

- Take it easy, Romanoff. We were just making out. - He says, and then adopts a debauched expression. - You know what this is, right?

- Screw you, Rogers. - Natasha says without hesitation, Steve laughs ironically and then his gaze falls on you.

- What are you looking at? - He threatens, you roll your eyes. He then leaves, dragging Sharon through the halls.

- Fucking idiot. - Nat grumbles when you are alone. You don't really know what to say, so you just stay silent as you open the locker to get your chemistry books. - I heard about Stark's party.

That's the problem with rumors. You didn't look at Nat, but shrugged.

- What about Stark's party? - You tried to play along, but Nat let out a little giggle.

- Everyone is talking about how you punched him in the face. - She said, turning to you as she leaned against the now closed locker, two notebooks in her hand. You finished picking up your books and turned to her. - I just think it was cool. - You smile awkwardly, looking at the floor. Nat speaks after a moment. - Are you going to the game on Friday?

You blink in surprise at the question.

- I don't like football.

Nat chuckles.

- I'm not going to the game. - She says, and seeing your frown, she adds. - You know the skate rink a little way past the bleachers. I'm meeting some friends there. You can come if you like. - Nat says finally, winking at you before turning away, walking in the opposite direction of the corridor.

You are very surprised that you have been asked to go out with Natasha Romanoff and the friends you didn't even know she had. Ignoring how awkward the interaction was, you make your way to the classrooms, heading towards the chemistry lab.

Professor Agatha Harkness has been your chemistry teacher since the first grade. She is extremely strict, and demands that her students work hard and cannot stand, or rather absolutely detests, sycophants. You laugh with the memory of the day when Steve Rogers tried to buy a higher grade by bringing her a Teachers' Day gift, and Ms. Harkness simply threw the package in the trash at the front of the room, saying that if he wanted to pass her class, he better study.

You took your place in the last chair, yawning slightly as you sat down. You were startled when your colleague in front, Darcy Lewis, turned in her chair to look at you.

- Can I help you? - you asked.

- I heard that you punched Tony Stark. - She said. - I think it's awesome. Finally someone wiped the pretentious smile off his face.

You smiled wryly. Darcy was one of the smartest girls in the class, and she had never really talked to you before. She returned your smile before turning forward again.

You were distracted by the landscape outside, but you noticed when the room suddenly fell absolutely silent, and turned your face to find out what had happened. You felt your body tense with the intensity of anger you received in the gaze of Tony Stark, entering the room at that moment, a large purple mark in his left eye. He didn't stare at you for long, taking a seat in one of the front chairs with his friend James Rhodes. Many of the classmates began to whisper about the party, glances running between you and Tony. But the room fell silent as Ms. Harkness entered, and the students began to rush to their seats.

If there was one thing that Harkness hated more than sycophants, it was tardiness, so you weren't surprised that everyone in the room held their breath as they watched the Maximoff twins arrive late to class.

- What an honor the Maximoffs have decided to join my class. - She sneered as they walked to their seats. A few giggles were heard.

Pietro Maximoff was a member of the football team along with Steve Rogers and Tony Stark, and you guessed that's why he gave you an angry look before he sat down. You didn't really know the twins very well, but you knew that everyone knew them.

While Pietro was extremely popular, and changed girlfriends like he changed clothes, his sister, Wanda Maximoff, was a member of the student council, as well as being the captain of the cheerleading squad. She was ridiculously beautiful, the kind that would bring boys crawling to her door. But you had never seen her date anyone, not that you really paid attention to Wanda anyway.

When Ms. Harkness started class, your mind wandered to lunchtime.

Your week went by too fast, you realized. With the final exam period approaching, you were spending a lot of time studying. Natasha didn't speak to you again all week, and you were beginning to imagine that the invitation to go out was your imagination, but then she smiled at you and told you that she hoped you could make it on Friday, and you just nodded, too surprised to say anything.

The school seemed to get even more unbearable on game days. The players were agitated and noisy, and disrupted all the classes. Also, the cheerleaders seemed to occupy every bathroom you entered, taking over the sinks with their makeup.

You grumbled when last period finally came around. It was literature with Mrs. Hill, and she was probably the only teacher you liked.

It was hot, and you put your leather jacket on the chair as you stretched your body and raised your arms, lifting your shirt a little. You blushed in surprise as you noticed a girl you didn't know staring at you mischievously, her gaze drifting down to your waist tattoo, which had been visible for a moment.

She continued to stare at you brazenly, biting her lip, and you felt very uncomfortable.

- Do you need anything? - you asked snidely. The girl was startled, and rolled her eyes in embarrassment, then turned to look away. - What the fuck was that. - you muttered to yourself, as you opened your notebooks.

You heard laughter, and raised your eyes, frowning as you felt your stomach flip at the vision of Wanda Maximoff throwing her head back as she laughed at something her partner said to her as the two of them entered the room. You blinked in confusion at your own reaction, quickly looking away.

And then your lab partner for two years, Jessica Jones, with whom you had never exchanged a word that was not subject-related sat down next to you and asked how you were doing.

- I'm sorry, what's that? - You asked in surprise, but Jessica smiled.

- What's up with you? - she repeated, causing you to frown.

- Why are you talking to me? - you retorted, and Jessica just shrugged.

- I want to be friends with the girl who punched Tony Stark in the face. - She says simply, and you stare at her for a few seconds, not knowing exactly what to say.

- All right, then. - You say, turning your attention back to your materials. Jessica smiles before adjusting her posture to rest her head on her arms on the table.

Professor Hill begins her class shortly after, and you reprimand yourself for letting your gaze wander to Wanda and then looking away. What the fuck is the matter with you today?

You were particularly focused on an exercise that didn't seem to make any sense when your classmate in front of you passed you a piece of paper. You looked around, seeing a small commotion, which indicated that the paper had been passed around the room. You frown, opening it.

- Ulala, you have an admirer. - Jessica teased, leaning yours shoulders together to read the paper. On it was simply written "want to make out? girls restroom, second floor". You laughed ruefully. - Are you going to accept?

- I don't even know who sent it. - You comment, looking around, but no one is looking at you. You quickly hide the paper to prevent the teacher from seeing. - Besides, it might just be a joke.

- Maybe. But the whole school is talking about you, so I think you might have suitors. - Jessica commented, writing in her notebook. - Besides, you're hot. It's not like no one notices you.

- Thanks. - You laughed, returning your attention to the exercise.

The class finally came to an end, and Jessica patted you on the shoulder, wishing you a good date even though she knew you weren't going, and you laughed, realizing it was a joke.

You were putting your notebooks away in your locker when school counselor Nicolas Fury approached you.

- Hello, Miss Y/L/N. Could we talk for a moment? - He asks, leading the way to his office. You sigh, knowing exactly what this is about, before nodding in agreement.

In Fury's office, you sit in the armchair opposite his desk, while he assumes his typical thoughtful position.

- I'll be straightforward, Y/N. - he begins. - I heard rumors about you getting involved in a street fight outside of school hours.

- Great choice of words, Fury. - You counter. - Out of school hours, and even off school grounds so I really don't understand why I'm here.

Fury smiles, crossing his legs.

- So you admit you were in a fight? You know as a counselor I need to warn your mother...

- I admit nothing. - You cut without patience. - It's my word against the other gossips.

The man lets out a chuckle before continuing.

- I imagine Anthony Stark's black eye was a domestic accident then?

You smile wryly, shrugging your shoulders.

- I think Tony Stark would rather say he hit his face against a wall than admit he got beaten by a girl, so I would put that in your report.

- Please, Y/N. - Fury asks with a serious expression. - If you tell me the reason for the conflict with Mr. Stark, I can find a way to help you.

You laugh, crossing your arms.

- The reason is that Tony Stark is an arrogant jerk who thinks he can do and say whatever he wants without consequences. - You say, and then stand up. - I don't have anything to tell you, and school hours are over. Excuse me, Mr. Fury.

You say before hurrying out of the room, annoyed by all the talk. Leaving the hallways, you roll your eyes at the excitement of your classmates, all of them heading for the soccer field, while the remaining team members in the hallway were applauded and patted on the back as if they were war heroes.

You were happy to remember your date with Nat and her friends as you walked out of the school.

Good thing I brought my jacket, was your first thought as you headed out to the skate park to meet Nat. You could hear the noise from the stands, which must have been packed since everyone in the school seemed to love football.

You had bought some French fries from one of the stalls set up for the game, and walked alone toward the park, around the iron bleachers.

A few minutes later you arrived at the skateboarding rink, observing the small group of people that was there. Nat waved to you as soon as she saw you, and you smiled.

- Hey, you made it. - She remarked as she approached. You waved. She turned to the group. - Guys, this is the girl I told you about, Y/N.

You waved to everyone, who smiled at you.

- This is Clint, Laura, Thor, Valkyrie and my boyfriend Bruce. - Nat said, introducing everyone. You have never seen them at school. - They are owls.

Oh, that makes sense. You thought. They were all students at the state school that was two blocks away. Their mascot was an owl, and their team was your school's opponent in today's game. That's why they were all here.

You sat down with them, offering them some of the fries you had bought. You smiled as you noticed Nat sitting with Bruce, it was different to see her like this, completely comfortable and smiling openly.

Thor then stood up, a skateboard in his hand.

- Hey, Y/N, want to give it a try? - He suggested and you hesitated. You didn't really know how to skate. But Thor seemed nice and willing to teach you, so you nodded and stood up.

It was fun to learn from him. You laughed about the times you fell on your buttocks, and Thor seemed concerned about checking to see if you were all right. And when you got tired of that, you and he joined the group again, talking about various random things.

You eventually found out that Clint and Laura were already engaged to be married, and intended to move in together after college. You thought Thor and Valkyrie were boyfriend and girlfriend at first, but she commented that she hoped to meet more interesting girls in college. Also, Thor told you that he was applying to colleges outside of New York, wanting to be closer to his brother. Bruce wanted to go to medical school, and he and Nat were looking forward to sharing an apartment together. You told them that you had applied to colleges all over the country, that there was nothing really keeping you here.

You spent the whole period of the game talking, and having fun. And then, when the fireworks went off from the stadium bleachers, you thought it was time to go.

The vast majority of the people had already gone home by the time you reached the stands, and then you thought you heard a noise. Investigating the source, you walked slowly around the iron construction, letting out an exclamation of surprise at the image you saw.

Tony Stark was wrapped around Steve Rogers in the passionate kiss. You wanted to laugh at the hypocrisy. You were going to leave in silence, because you didn't give a fuck about what these two were doing, but Tony pushed Steve away and opened his eyes, and then he saw you.

Assuming an aggressive posture, while Steve looked worried, he advanced toward you.

- What the fuck are you doing there girl? - He shouted, and you took a few steps back in surprise.

- You must be looking to get punched in the face again. - You retorted angrily, hiding your nervousness. You could fight, but being alone against Stark and Rogers, you might push your luck.

- I think you'd better not tell anyone what you saw here. - He threatened when he approached you, Steve following close behind.

- You think I care if you're banging Rogers behind the locker room, Stark? Screw you. - You retorted in a provocative tone. Stark advanced on you, his fist raised, but Rogers held him back.

- You're out of your mind, it's a girl. - He spoke, shoving Tony away from you.

- Listen to your boyfriend, Stark. - You teased last, reveling in Tony's anger.

Tony let out an irritated snort and jumped toward you again, but when Rogers grabbed him, he punched him in the face. You blinked in surprise, and then they started to fight, rolling on the ground.

What the fuck, you thought, frowning at the scene, and taking a few steps back to avoid being bumped into.

And then someone shouted, and you looked up from the fight to see Pietro Maximoff coming out of the locker room along with Wanda, and another boy from the team who you thought was named Bucky.

The boys ran to separate the two, and Pietro held Tony by the arms as Bucky stood in front of Steve.

- What the fuck are you guys doing? - shouted Pietro.

- It's all this crazy bitch's fault! - Tony shouted, pointing at you. You rolled your eyes as Pietro looked at you in confusion.

- Are you fighting over her? - he asked. And you burst out laughing when you understood.

- Oh, Maximoff, that's not the kind of fruit they like. - You sneered and Pietro had to hold Tony back to keep him from jumping on you.

- Let's get them out of here. - Said Bucky dragging Steve away. Pietro nodded as he dragged Tony to the opposite side.

You frowned when you were left alone with Wanda, and she looked at you.

- Do you need something? - you said snidely, and Wanda let out a wry laugh.

- I don't know what your deal is, girl. - she said, stepping closer. - But I think you'd better leave my friends alone.

You laughed.

- What friends, Maximoff? - You countered. - Those kids are narcissistic sociopaths who will fuck anything that wears a skirt. And your brother is an asshole. You're just a trophy to them.

- You don't know shit. - Wanda spoke angrily.

- Try to stop behaving the way they want you to. - You provoked by taking a step forward. - One day of not being the perfect little lady that everyone thinks you are.

- You shut your mouth. - She retorted with fury in her eyes, and then she shoved your shoulders, making you laugh ironically. - Stay away from me.

- Oh but I can't wait to get out of this fucking school! - You shouted back, laughing wryly. - And I'll never have to endure Stark's little group ever again. But mostly, I won't have to deal with Miss Perfect Girl here, with her fake smiles and annoying comments. - You punctuated your sentences with your finger, as you approached Wanda, who was staring wide-eyed. You let out your breath through your mouth as you realized how close you were, and stared intensely at Wanda. - I hate you.

- I hate you too. - She whispered before breaking the distance between you.

You closed your eyes tightly, lifting your hands to Wanda's waist and squeezing. Wanda sighed against your mouth, and you took the opportunity to push your tongue against hers, moaning at the new sensation.

Feeling her whole body respond to the kiss, you pushed her, until she slammed her back against the locker room wall. You pressed your knee against Wanda's center, and she moaned against your lips, lifting her right leg and entwining it around your waist. You felt your body tremble in anticipation, and the new friction made you press Wanda tight against the wall.

You weren't thinking about anything. All you felt was Wanda. Her tongue circling in your mouth, stealing all the air from your lungs. You pulled your mouths apart to breathe, and moved your kisses down to Wanda's collarbone, which made her sigh. You kissed the skin, hard, marking her. The thought of her trying to hide those marks after that, stimulated you to suck. Wanda let out a loud groan, pressing her nails into your shoulder.

You brought your mouths together again, and let your hands run up the inside of Wanda's blouse. She was still wearing her cheerleader uniform, and you tried not to think about it so much.

Your hand reached her right breast, and you squeezed without hesitation.Wanda moaned against your mouth, and you kissed her hard as you pressed your bodies together.

She whimpered as you pushed your knee up, breaking the kiss to rest her head on your shoulder. You let out a wry chuckle, lifting her chin with your hand and forcing her to face you as you brought your mouths together again. This time you let your tongue play with hers slowly and sensually, making her shiver.

And then you reached down into her blouse again, pulling down her bra. With her breasts exposed, you played with her hardened nipples, feeling Wanda rub against your knee.

You lowered your hand around her waist, pulling up the fabric of her skirt. Your hand moved down to her now exposed ass, and you squeezed the flesh, pressing Wanda against you. The contact made you both moan with intensity.

When you interrupted the friction with your knee, Wanda grumbled at the lack of contact, but you kissed her firmly, one hand squeezing her neck, and she trembled completely. You released her ass, to run your fingers up her thigh, until finally you reached her pussy.

Reaching up with your fingers to pull down Wanda's panties, you kept up the pace of the kiss, wanting to keep her distracted.

You found her pussy soaked, and moaned as you felt it. Massaging her superficially with just one finger, it didn't take long for Wanda to whimper, moving her hips in search of more contact.

She broke the kiss with a moan when you penetrated her without warning. You moved your hand from her breasts to grip her leg around your waist, seeing that the intensity of your touch was making Wanda shiver and lose her balance.

You withdrew your finger and then sank in again, and Wanda rested her head on your collarbone, sighing breathlessly.

- I'm sorry, Wanda. But I won't be gentle. - You whispered against her ear before sticking two fingers in without warning.

Wanda cried out against your skin, completely surrendered. You didn't wait for her to get used to the sensation, moving your fingers immediately afterwards. She bit your shoulder to keep from moaning, and her hips began to move frantically against you next, trying to increase the speed. You smiled mischievously, following her request.

It didn't take long for her body to quiver in spasms, you delighting in the feel of her pussy tightening against your fingers. A thrust or two later, and she came apart against you, letting out a sultry moan against your ear that made your own intimacy pulsate.

You continued to stimulate Wanda's swollen clitoris even after she came, and she bit your shoulder, trying to normalize her breathing and stop shaking. She quickly lowered her hand to yours, asking you to stop your touch, and you gave her a dirty smile before moving your fingers up to your mouth, tasting Wanda's sweet flavor on your tongue. She looked at you with dilated pupils, and then moved forward, kissing you again and tasting herself in your mouth.

Kissing like this, she was soon ready for another. But you were interrupted, a hissing noise in the distance. You grumbled, pulling away, as you helped Wanda fix her clothes.

- Who's there? The game is over! - says a voice. You knew it was the janitor, he had probably come to lock up the locker rooms.

You and Wanda laughed as you ran past him, holding hands, while he yelled that you couldn't be there.

When you reached the parking area, you caught a glimpse of Rogers' car parked next to Pietro's car. The four boys were there, talking. They didn't see you.

Wanda also looked and then pulled you to the corner of the wall of the school building, hidden from the rest of the place.

- I guess this is good-bye. - You commented, letting Wanda press you against the wall, as she slung her arms around your shoulders. You kept your hands on her waist. - It's a shame really. I wanted to make you cum in my mouth.

Wanda bites her lips, holding back a giggle as her eyes sparkle with mischief.

- It doesn't have to be the last time. - She says, bringing your mouths closer together.

- No, it doesn't. - You agree, closing the distance, meeting her in a slow kiss, while your hands press her ass into you.

- Hmmm, I should go. - She grumbles, breaking the kiss without pulling away. You bring your mouths together again, biting her lip gently, which makes her close her eyes and chase after your mouth, but you don't kiss her.

- You can go. - You play, squeezing her flesh again and pressing her against you.

- Fuck. - She whispers before kissing you again, one last time.

You separate amidst giggles and stolen kisses. Wanda gives you one last look before walking toward the parking lot. You stand there against the wall for a while, your heart racing, with the promise that this would not be the last time.

#wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff #marvel imagines #wanda x you #high school au #enemies to lovers #sub!wanda x reader #wandaxreader #wanda x reader #The One Where You Punch Tony Stark

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Because I’m an angst-addicted ball of misery, is it okay if I request drabbles of Fuckboy!Atsumu and Fuckboy!Oikawa being the crush of the reader but she knows of how they treat other girls and doesn’t want to end up heart broken and since she’s shy and introverted, the boys barely know her aside from her being a classmate?

She tries to keep a simple distance away from them until said boys randomly show an interest in her and they start showing her attention, love, and treating her better than the girls they messed with until after a few weeks she overhears from them or their teammates that it’s out of pity/they were bored because Y/N seemed easy to mess with.

Y/N doesn’t let them know she overheard them, instead a switch is flipped and she’s emotionless around them and avoids them. When they ask why she’s like that, she simply says “I won’t let you hurt me like the others.” She basically treats them like they don’t exist (she’s friendly to everyone but them) and said f!boys regret it and bust their asses to fix everything between them (I read how you felt about full angst, so the reader just blocked their number, social media’s, and treat them like the plague until they prove that they truly love her or regret messing with her :) )

Hey, bub. Sorry for the slight delay! I hope you don't mind me making slight adjustments about the plot for my comfort 🥺 And uh... this drabble turned out to be a oneshot because I got carried away. I only did Atsumu's part which went over 3k+ works 👁️👄👁️ Anyway, I hope that you still like it. Have a good day, stay safe and hydrated! ♥️

Karma's a b*tch

genre: angst to fluff

warning/s: rude behavior (resolved), cursing, self doubt and insecurity(?), do message me if I missed any

a/n: please do read the warnings before you proceed. warnings have been put there for a reason

ft. fboy!atsumu miya, f!reader

never play with a girl's feelings. wanna know why? just read the title.

You stared at the back of Atsumu's head dreamily, your elbows propped on your desk as you basically ignored the world around you.

Contrary to the belief that noisy students always sat on the back, Atsumu and his twin were actually seated in front. Despite being in the middle of a class discussion, the two kept on chattering as if the teacher didn't exist. The teacher basically gave up already trying to shut them up since they never listened anyway.

You knew that she could've just sent them to detention but of course, who would do that to the miya twins? People almost worshipped them and your teacher wasn't excluded. Everytime she entered the room, you noticed how she would always cast a glance at the Miya twins and smile "politely."

The two, of course, took advantage of it. If it meant being able to get away with their noise by just simply smirking at the teacher in front of them, they'd do it. They already did anyways. They never did anything more than that though, and for some reason you were thankful that they never crossed that line.

You jolted up slightly when the bell suddenly rang, a loud yelp slipping past your lips out of shock. With your eyes widening like saucers, you felt your cheeks heating up when majority of your classmates turned their head towards your direction, some having a grin on their faces while the others having a look of displease.

However, their stare didn't matter as much as a specific person's did. A pair of brownish eyes stared at you intensely, his gaze so intense it was enough to make you almost squirm in your seat.

Feeling your heart rate picking up along with the shiver running down your spine, you looked down at your lap, successfully cutting your eye contact with Miya Atsumu - the guy you secretly liked despite being hailed as your school's certified f!ckboy.

"Make sure to finish all your requirements this upcoming weekend. You're all seniors so I have high expectations on your outputs, understood?"

With a series of "Yes, ma'am," the class was dismissed.

The room was filled with different noises - subgroups gossiping with each other, the footsteps of students hurrying their way out, the rustling of papers, clanking of chairs and the voices of the class representatives reminding the assigned people to clean properly.

It was lively, for them at least.

As for you, you preferred being alone. No, you weren't some weird nerd kid who acted as if they hated the world. Instead, you preferred categorizing yourself as one of those people who were naturally shy and introverted.

You don't really like crowds nor socializing. You've always opted on sitting by the corner, just enjoying the calmness silence brings you.

Grabbing your books from your desk, you stood up and made your way to the door, head casted a little downwards to avoid making eye contact with people, knowing that doing so will result to interactions, and who has time for interactions anyway? Certainly not you.

With the lack of paying attention, you failed to notice someone who was rushing their way out. Like a cliche movie, your body collided with them, the impact causing you to stumble backwards, loosening your grip on your books as they fell on the floor.

Luckily, the person behind you managed to catch you on time, their hand gripping the small of your back to keep your bum from meeting the floor.

"Whoa, there. Ya alright, princess?" spoke the familiar voice just behind your ear, his breath against your skin giving you small goosebumps.

Instantly, you jerked away. Turning around to face him, you bowed down while muttering continuous apologies. "Miya! I didn't mean to bump into you, I.. I swear. I was just walking out and then somebody j-"

Chuckling, Atsumu placed a hand on top of your head, giving your hair a small ruffle which eventually made you look up at him. "Calm down, I ain't mad at ya. No need to be so flustered."

With a stiff nod, you mumbled a small "Okay," before bending down to pick your books off the floor. You didn't fail to notice how your hands were trembling and you silently prayed to whoever diety was watching over you that Atsumu won't notice it.

"Yer y/n, right?" Atsumu asked as he bent down as well, one hand clutching your book as he let his finger trace over the name written on it. "A pretty name fer a pretty face like yers."

You wouldn't be surprised if he'd ask if you were doing okay because by now, you were a hundred percent sure that your face must be looking like a red tomato. "Thanks I guess," you said, giving him a shy smile before taking the book from his hand.

The small encounter was cut off by someone calling for Atsumu's name. Turning your head to the direction of the noise, you noticed Osamu walking towards you with a small frown on his face, one hand gripping the strap of his bag as he went on how they're going to have to run extra laps again if they ever got late for practice.

Atsumu only chuckled at Osamu before turning his focus back on you. With a cheeky smile, he booped the tip of your noise fondly. "Guess I'll see ya around, pretty thing. Careful not to stumble again, alright? Don't want another man catchin' ya."

With that, Atsumu went on his merry way, turning around one more time to send you a wink, chuckling as you gave him a slow wave before his figure disappeared from your vision as a mere dot.

"See ya later..." you whispered on thin air, lips unconsciously curling up as you stared at the direction he went off to. Once you snapped out of your daze, you bit your lip to stop yourself from squealing like a school girl in love.

Well, technically, you were a school girl in love, right?

That night, as you laid on your bed staring at your ceiling full of glow in the dark stars, you thought that maybe it wasn't so bad making conversations with people every once in a while.

The days went by pretty quickly.

At first, you thought that everything will be back to normal. After all, you never tried associating yourself with people. Your high school life was basically nothing but waking up early for school then going back home after class and then repeat.

However, something was strange. In fact, it was very strange. Not only were people trying to befriend you but the one and only Atsumu Miya was actually making an effort to talk to you, and to say that you were confused would be an understatement.

He basically didn't pay attention nor spared you a glance before, until that day you bumped into him.

You knew that it wasn't a good practice to judge someone based on what other people say but he wouldn't be called as your school's f!ckboy for nothing. He'd change his girlfriend almost every week as if he's only changing clothes, cruelly dump those who did not meet his certain standards and doesn't care even if a girl cries infront of him. Those are exactly why you tried not associating yourself with him nor his twin.

But there was something about Atsumu Miya that kept on drawing you in. You didn't know if it was his annoying piss colored hair, intense gaze, or the aura surrounding him. You couldn't help but wonder how someone like him, the exact type of person you swore you hated, managed to keep you attracted like a moth on to a flame.

It was weird.

And yet you loved it.

"Ya know y/n, ya kinda wound me," Atsumu said, plopping himself down beside you on the cafeteria.

With your hand clutching the chopsticks mid-air, you surveyed your area, noting how some heads, specifically the Inrizaki VBC's, turned to your direction. "Sorry, what do you mean?" you muttered as soon as your eyes met Atsumu's.

"I literally thought we're already friends when I saved yer ass from falling backwards," Atsumu answered before stuffing his mouth with an Onigiri, no doubt made by Osamu.

Placing your chopsticks down, you wiped your lips with some napkin before speaking up. "I'm sorry for asking this but... what's with the sudden interest, Miya?"

You were aware of how snappy you sounded, but in reality, it was your own defense mechanism acting up. Just how were you supposed to ignore him when it's he himself who kept on clinging to you?

"Hm, what do ya mean? Is it so hard to believe that I'm trying to befriend ya?" Atsumu tilted his head a bit to the side, his lips curling up into a smirk. "Why not try givin' me a chance, princess? That isn't so much to ask for."

You organized your now empty bento, placing it on the side before focusing your whole attention to the man in front of you. "I've seen how you treated girls before," you said with a low voice, averting your gaze from him to avoid melting into a puddle.

Damn stupid feelings.

"I see..." Atsumu said with a slow nod. "Then I guess that makes it more of a challenge."

Your eyebrows immediately furrowed upon hearing that, your curiosity spiking up at what his words meant. "Challenge? What do you mean?"

Instead of answering you, Atsumu just stood up, his bento in hand with the side of his lips curled up. "I'll see ya around, princess."

With that, you were left alone in your table, eyes still trained on Atsumu as he made his way back to the Inarizaki VBC's table. You watched as most of his friends chuckled while patting his back, some even sending a glance towards your direction.

Deciding that pondering over it would only be a waste of time, you stood up and made your way back to your classroom, failing to notice a grey haired Miya watching you.

You let out a small squeak as someone behind you reached for the same book you've been trying to get for almost 5 minutes now. Tilting your head back a little, you were met with an upside down vision of Miya Atsumu's face.

With your arms still raised in the air, you spun around to face him, your back flush against the bookshelf keeping you basically trapped. "Miya," you mumbled while looking up at him, one hand fisting the side of your skirt to release some pressure.

"Here," he simply said while handing you the book, obviously holding back from laughing at your flustered expression. "Don't worry, I ain't gonna try anythin' that would make ya uncomfortable. I was just passin' by and saw you strugglin'."

"And he even tucked my hair behind my ear!"

"He did that?" your cousin spoke from beside you.

Both of you were seated on top of your bed, legs crissed crossed as you gossiped about your interactions with Miya Atsumu.

For the past few weeks, you've been having encounters with Atsumu - in the cafeteria, in the library and even outside of school where he claimed that he was out to buy some ingredients for Osamu and only managed to bump into you "coincidentally". Name it and he'll be there.

With these constant encounters stirring up your feelings, you had to resort on calling your cousin for some girl time in order to save your sanity. Luckily, your parents had no objection. They were even happy that you were actually trying to open up to other people. It was only your cousin but according to your parents, "A small step is still a step."

Plopping your back on your bed, you grunted as you placed both of your hands on your cheeks. "Mhm. I just don't get it you know? He's basically this popular guy that plays volleyball, has a group of girls swarming over him and has the face and body that looks like it's been sculpted by God himself, and yet he's wasting his time on me."

You looked at your cousin with a small pout, one hand reaching out to poke her thigh. "Am I just overthinking things?"

With a breathy chuckle, your cousin laid down beside you. "Maybe? I can't really say for sure since I don't know this Miya guy except your description of him, but what I think is that you should give him a chance."

Hearing that, you laid on your side to face her, elbows propped up against the mattress as you rested your cheek on your palm. "Aila, have you been listening to me? He is a f! ckboy. Dangerous, treats girls like shit, and undeniably sexy. What if his sudden interest is only a one time thing? What if he's just messing with me?"

"And what if he isn't?" Upon hearing no reply, your cousin took your silence as her cue to continue. "What if people just labeled him as this so called 'f!ckboy' because that's what they perceive him to be? What if inside him is just someone who's vulnerable, trying to protect themselves from getting hurt by people so they end up hurting others first to save themselves from the pain? What if he's just waiting for someone who wanted to really know him, the real him? Would you really deprive him of that opportunity just because of what you hear from other people?"

"I... I don't know.."

"Miya isn't here to defend himself and I'm not trying to defend him, but don't you think you should at least give him the benefit of the doubt?" Aila smiled as she settled herself on a comfortable position. "Give him a chance, y/n. Everyone deserves to get one. It's up to him to prove whether he's worth the chance he was given."

You sighed deeply, letting her words sink in as you also shifted yourself on a comfortable position, raising your comforter up until it reaches just below your chin. "Then what happens if he isn't worth the chance he's given?"

With a hum, your cousin just shrugged. "Then you either forgive him and let it go or... give him the finger and tell him 'f!ck you' for messing with your feelings," she said with a short giggle.

"It's something only you in the future can decide. Goodnight, y/n."

With a thankful smile, you turned the lamp off as you whispered, "Mh, goodnight, Aila."

"Let's be friends," you said as you slammed a box of onigiri in front of Atsumu, a smacking sound resonating in the air making the rest of the boys look at your direction.

Even the sound of balls whooshing in the air stopped, replaced by the sound of them dropping suddenly on the gym's floor.

With his lips parted, Atsumu shifted his gaze from the onigiri, Osamu, Suna and you. "Ah..." he muttered as if he was just as shocked as you for having the guts to come inside the gym in the middle of their training.

Feeling your cheeks heating up out of embarrassment due to his lack of response, you looked down and started to fiddle with you fingers. "You said you wanted to be my friend and I kept on keeping my distance from you so I thought you might appreciate those onigiri as my peace offering." You scratched the back of your head before giving him an awkward smile. "A-anyway, that's all! I'll see you around, Miya!"

Atsumi could only watch you as you dashed out of the gym. Snapping out of his daze, he looked down at the box of Onigiri, smiling unconsciously as he noticed the sticky note posted on top with "Good luck on your practice, Miya! :))" written on it.

"Interestin'," Atsumu whispered before standing up, Kita's voice filling the air as he called the team back for practice.

It's safe to say that after that embarrassing moment, you became friends with Atsumu. You even became close with his twin because they were always with each other. It wasn't long then when the usual duo became three - Atsumu, Osamu, and you.

It was hard to adjust at first. Your female classmates would always glare at you and spout out some nasty remarks but the twins were always there to defend you. In fact, you even met the whole team and hanged out with them when you didn't have some academic tasks to finish.

It was fun, and you were thankful for your cousin who gave you the advise of giving Atsumu a chance.

But there was a downside on the situation.

Your feelings which you kept hidden for a long time was only growing day by day, and you were afraid that it was slowly showing signs.

How?

Everytime Atsumu was near, your heart would beat so fast that you felt like you just finished a 4 kilometer run. Your hands would become clammy, breath would hitch, and face would heat up whenever he teases you, and don't even forget to add that one time you literally froze when you spun around, only to come face to face with him - nose almost touching, lips ghosting against each other with only an inch keeping you apart.

You were playing a dangerous game and yet you had no intention of stopping, not knowing that it wasn't only you who had a secret.

Because Atsumu Miya was also playing a game - something much more dangerous than yours.

"Where's 'Tsumu?" you asked as you peeked your head inside the gym.

Kita, who was about to walk out, gave you a smile before opening the door wider for you to come in. "Atsumu's in the storage room. The twins made a mess again so I told them to go clean up before we start practice."

"Typical," you said with a short giggle. "Anyway, I'm just going to drop off Atsumu's hoodie that I borrowed last week. I'll watch over them while you do your business."

"That would be great. Thank you so much, y/n-san. Call me if something happens," Kita said, giving you a small nod before leaving.

As you entered the empty gym, you grimaced upon seeing something that looks like spilled milk on the floor. With a shake of your head, you made your way near the storage room sneakily in attempts of scaring Atsumu.

However, as you got closer, you heard two familiar voices. It was Atsumu's and Osamu's voice, and basing from the way they were speaking, it seemed as if they were in the middle of an argument.

"The fuck did ya say?" It was Osamu.

"I said I was only playin' with her. I mean, she's so easy, don't ya think? It basically only took me a couple of weeks and she came runnin' to me with that box of Onigiri, claimin' she wanted to be friends," Atsumu said, followed by a chuckle. "As if I didn't notice the way she acted around me. I'm telling ya, that girl is in love with me."

"And so, what if she is? That's not an excuse for ya to play with her feelings, dipshit."

Hearing Atsumu huff, you slightly backed away from the door, only to freeze when you heard his next words.

"Y/n is nothin' but a toy to me, somethin' I can dispose of when I got bored."

Biting your lower lip, you clenched the handle of the paperbag you were holding before running out with tears streaming down your face.

You ran as fast as you could, ignoring the worried looks you're getting from the people you were passing by. Even Kita was shocked to see you yet he didn't bother calling out, thinking that you might be needing some alone time for yourself.

You skipped class.

Throughout your whole Highschool life, this was the first time you skipped your class and it was a bummer that the reason was Atsumu Miya.

Stirring your strawberry milkshake from a nearby cafe, you thought about Atsumu's words, another batch of tears streaming down your face as you realized how pathetic you were for believing that he isn't what others say.

Maybe your cousin was wrong.

Atsumu Miya wasn't worth the chance he was given, because he only proved that once a f!ckboy, always a f!ckboy.

You blocked Atsumu's social media accounts.

In fact, you even blocked and deleted his number to stop getting in contact with him.

Even in person, you didn't bother paying him any attention unlike before. You stopped coming to their practices, stopped giving him food and stopped talking to him.

You basically acted as if he didn't exist.

It was hard because you knew that your heart belonged to him, but you had to endure it. You didn't want to give him the satisfaction for playing with you. You know your worth and there's no way you're going to let some f*ckboy ruin you.

"Y/n, would ya stop?!" Atsumu said as he grabbed your wrist, effectively stopping you from walking away from him any further.

"Get your hands off me, Miya. I don't wanna talk to you." You struggled against his hold, trying to take your hand back, only to fail when he tightened his grip.

"The hell's yer problem? What's with the sudden attitude? Yer basically ignorin' me and I don't have any idea what I did. Just tell me what I did wrong instead of actin' like a little brat." Letting go of your wrist, Atsumu groaned as he ran his fingers through his hair out of frustration. "I.. I don't like this."

You laughed, eyes squinting as you let out a fit of giggles before pointing at him. "You don't like this? Why not, Miya? I'm just a toy for you, right? So, I don't really get why you don't like this. Is it because you're not bored of me yet so you're not willing to dispose of me?" Crossing your arms over your chest, you looked at him with a serious expression. "Well, I'm sorry to say this but I'm not going to let you hurt me like the others. I'm not a plaything nor am I desperate like those girls pining over you. Have fun looking for a new toy. You're not worth playing with anyway."

That being said, you turned your back on Atsumu, ignoring the whispers that suddenly filled the hallway as the students parted some space for you, leaving Atsumu with his lips parted and feet frozen on the ground.

Serves you right, Miya.

Atsumu felt hollow.

With every passing day that you're ignoring him, conversing with people whom you never bothered associating yourself with before, the more he regret taking advantage of your feelings.

It was only supposed to be a game, nothing but a pass time and yet why did it felt like something was missing?

"I wasn't supposed to care," Atsumu said desperately while clutching his head in his hands, elbows propped on the table as he opened up to his twin. "F!ck...I think I like her, 'Samu."

"No shit, idiot," Osamu answered without taking his eyes off the stove. "I told ya several times to stop messin' with people's feelings and did ya ever listen? No. That's what ya get for bein' stupid."

Groaning, Atsumu rested his cheek against the table, facing Osamu's back. "Help me."

Slowing down from stirring the pot, Osamu looked at Atsumu through his shoulder. "Why would I do that?"

"Well, I'm yer twin. Aren't ya supposed to help me? Plus... y/n acts fine around ya." Atsumu sighed before sitting up properly. "I won't bother ya fer a week if ya help me out. I already did everythin' I could. Flowers, chocolates, even payin' attention in class just to impress them! Nothin' worked."

Osamu chuckled at the desperation and frustration in Atsumu's voice. "Deal." He turned the stove off, covering the pot before making his way to Atsumu. Sitting down, he crossed his arms over his chest while staring at the brokenhearted Miya. "Y/n is actually kind. Well, not until that moment she found out about yer stupidity. Have ya tried showin' her that yer willin' to change?"

Atsumu nodded. "I did. I even gave her the usual things girls like."

"I asked if ya showed her that yer willin' to change, not tried winnin' over her through bribery." When Atsumu didn't respond, Osamu let out a 'tsk' before continuing, "Just stop botherin' her and prove that ya regret what ya did."

"Easier said than done," Atsumu grumbled which earned him a smack on the head.

"Will ya stop bein' a sad boy already? I have a plan."

Its been two weeks.

Two weeks of no Miya Atsumu trying to apologize. Two weeks of no Miya Atsumu following you like a lost puppy while holding either chocolates or flowers.

Instead, what you were getting were these random post it notes on your locker, your desk, everywhere. Wherever you go, there would be random post it notes with various messages. Some contained cheesy quotations, the others short apology letters.

And despite how mad you were at Atsumu, you wouldn't be able to deny how cute the act was. Not only did he gave you space but also exerted an effort of silently letting you know that he'd be willing to wait for you.

You noticed how he stopped acting like a boss in class, opting to jot down notes instead of chattering with Osamu like usual. You also noticed how he stopped having a random girl beside him during breaks. Everytime you would pass by, no longer would he try to block your way and flick your forehead, but instead give you a hopeful smile before proceeding on his way wordlessly.

But what made you realize that he indeed regret what he did was that one time.

You were walking back to your classroom after forgetting your umbrella. The sound of the heavy rain tapping on the ground resonated on the empty hallways, the cold wind making you shiver as it whooshed in the air.

Wrapping your arms tightly around you, you entered your classroom, eyes widening as you saw Atsumu trying to fit something on the space below your desk while mumbling something.

Clearing your throat, you noticed Atsumu jolting up slightly before turning around to face your direction.

He smiled sheepily before scratching his nape. "I know it's yer birthday tomorrow so I was tryin' to fit this here. I guess there's no point hidin' it already since ya caught me anyway." Sighing, Atsumu picked up the fox stuffie and handed it to you. "Happy Birthday, y/n. I know yer still mad at me and ya probably hate me but I still wanted to give ya a present."

You stared at the fox in your hand, your fingers poking the fluffiness of the material as you fought back the urge to smile. "Thanks," you answered with a dismissive tone.

For a split second, it was silent, and you were aware of the intensity of Atsumu's gaze burning on your forehead, yet you refused to look up, knowing that once you did, you won't be able to hold yourself back and might just forgive him there and then.

"I like ya, I really do. I know I messed up big time fer taking advantage of ya and I'm sorry fer that. It was stupid and childish of me to think that the people around me are nothing but mere toys fer me to play with. I regret hurtin' yer feelings and I'll be willin' to wait until ya forgive me. Just know that I won't stop until ya do."

Hearing something rustling, you looked up and noticed Atsumu taking off his jacket. Within a few steps, he was already infront of you, draping his jacket over your figure. "I'll see ya around, princess. Don't get sick, alright?" Smiling, Atsumu gave your cheek a small pinch before heading out.

You were left in the empty classroom with nothing but the fox stuffie serving as your company. Atsumu's scent was swirling around you from the jacket you were given and at that moment, you haven't notice the single tear sliding down your cheek.

Because of all people, you never expected for Atsumu Miya to be the first one to greet you without having to remind them.

He was the first person you knew outside of your household to ever remember your birthday.

You hugged the stuffie close to your chest, burrying your face on top of its head as you let the comfort it brings envelope you.

You stared at the empty space infront, your head swirling as you thought of the possible reasons why Atsumu haven't been in class for three days now.

It's currently your last subject and throughout the whole day, you've been doing nothing but wonder where he was. You haven't asked Osamu about it yet since he was excused from the class due to the preparations for the upcoming match.

And so, the moment your class was dismissed, you rushed your way out, making your trip to the gym. You were thankful that they were in the middle of a water break so you had the chance to call out Osamu's name without having to worry about Kita.

"Y/n?" Osamu's eyebrow shot up upon seeing you. Suddenly, a knowing smile made its way to his lips. Standing up, he walked over to you. "He's sick," he said without even waiting for you to say something.

"Oh.." you muttered, shifting from one foot to another nervously before tugging at the hem of Osamu's jersey. "Do you... uhm, do you think it would be alright if I visit him after your practice? I wanna see if he's doin' alright."

"Alright. I think 'Tsumu would appreciate that. Why don't ya sit on the bench and wait a little for us to finish practice then ya can visit our house after?"

Upon hearing that, your face instantly lit up. You smiled at Osamu as you nodded.

Osamu only chuckled at you and fondly ruffled your hair, a habit he and Atsumu shared.

You waited patiently, and it wasn't long then when their practice finally finished. After Osamu took a shower, you both went on your way to their residence.

As you entered their house, Atsumu's voice immediately met your ears.

"'Samu! Cook me somethin', I'm starvin!"

You looked at Osamu who only shrugged as if he was already used to it. You took your shoes off and wore the slippers you were given before placing your bag on the couch.

"Our room is on the right. Go ahead and talk to him." Osamu said as he pointed on the door at the end of the hallway.

With a nod, you slowly made your way to their room, knocking softly before sliding your way in.

The first thing that greeted you were the mess of opened junk foods on the floor. Roaming your eyes around, you grimaced at the sight of empty water bottles littered around along with the volleyball laying on the ground.

Averting your eyes away from the trash, you looked at Atsumu whose back was facing you, his shoulder raising up and down evenly, indicating that he must be asleep.

Carefully, you walked claser and sat on the edge of his bed, your hand immediately feeling his forehead. "You're burning up," you mumbled, brushing his hair away from his face.

Suddenly, Atsumu's hand gripped your wrist, his eyebrows furrowed as he squinted his eyes. "Am I dreamin' or are ya a ghost?" he asked with a raspy voice.

"I'm not a ghost, 'Tsumu. I'm really here."

You watched as Atsumu slowly nodded before letting go of your wrist. "What're ya doin' here? I thought ya were still mad at me." Sitting up, Atsumu held the comforter close to him as he shivered.

"I heard you were sick. I'm no longer mad at you. I guess I'm still upset but I just can't hold a grudge against you forever, can I? That's not something I can do," you said with a shake of your head. "I really like you, you know? Despite your title of being a f!ckboy, I still fell for you. You were the first person I tried opening up to aside from my cousin. It's just a bummer that you ended up taking advantage of that vulnerability."

You felt Atsumu reaching out for you, his hand enveloping yours as he gave it a small squeeze. "I know, and I'm sorry. I really am."

"And if I give you another chance, will you prove me that you deserve it?" you asked as you looked at him, "I'm still hurt about what happened so I hope that if I give you this chance, you won't waste it."

"Yes. God, yes," Atsumu answered breathlessly, "I promise it won't happen again and I'll try to be better."

Suddenly, Atsumu wrapped his arms around your figure, pulling you on his lap as he settled his head on the side of your neck. "Thank you," he mumbled repeatedly against your skin, his arms tightening around you as if he was afraid of letting go.

And he never did.

Indeed, there was something about Miya Atsumu that kept drawing you in, and despite the bumps and dangers that came along your way, you didn't withraw.

Because as you closed the last page of your photo album eight years from then, you realized how right your cousin was alll along.

Atsumu Miya was worth the chance he was given, and he proved it to you every single day, sealing it with the diamond ring now resting on your left hand.

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lerrryyyyy · 3 years

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Shiketsu!Izuku AU

With hints of possible krbk and tddk in the future. Mostly focuses on friendship between Izuku & Katsuki, as well as throwing the people around them for a loop with their dynamic.

(This is more of a one-shot idea… but I doubt I’d get around to actually writing this properly so I’m just gonna turn it into a post)

Also ft sassy Izuku who he grew up having a close relationship with Katsuki.

He’s more confident, a bit more blunt, and though still being a soft cheerful boy, he does adopt a few of Katsuki’s behaviours.

Not yet sure if Izuku is quirkless or if he has a non-physical quirk. And I’m undecided on why he’s in Shiketsu, but that’s not that important.

Set during the Provisional Exams.

Bakugo initially ignores everything around him, only interacting with his group of friends - mostly with Kirishima. But when Yoarashi approaches their group, his mood instantly changes. He asks where the other Shiketsu students are.

Yoarashi - obviously a bit confused at the question - points at the group making their way towards them.

1A shifts warily when a competitive grin spreads across Bakugo’s face and, before anyone could stop him, he launches towards the Shiketsu students with a loud scream of “DEKU!”

1A dreads the train-wreck about to happen, but one of the Shiketsu students dashes forward to meet Bakugo’s attack and deftly grabs his arm and flips him.

But Bakugo seems to be ready for this and shifts his body so he could off-balance the other student, but the latter pulls away before Bakugo could complete his move.

It all happens so fast that, by the time anyone moves to stop them, the exchange has already ended with the Shiketsu student using his own momentum to latch onto Bakugo’s back.

“Why can’t you ever greet me normally, Kacchan?” The boy asks with a pout.

Bakugo snorts and, much to his classmate’s surprise, he lets the guy cling to him as he walks back to get the case for his hero costume. “I had to make sure you weren’t slacking off or I would’ve beaten your ass to the ground.”

”The last time we sparred, I wasn’t the one beaten to the ground, Kacchan.”

“Then why don’t you get off my back and I’ll--!”

Before they could continue their conversation, however, Aizawa’s sharp tone cuts through the air. “Bakugo.”

Bakugo clicks his tongue, but the Shiketsu student lights up in recognition.

“Kacchan! Oh my All Might, Kacchan! Kacchan! Your teacher is Eraserhead!”

This seems to catch Aizawa off-guard - not many people knew him after all.

“I already told you that, dumbass.”

“But Kacchan! Why didn’t you get me an autograph?!”

“Fuck off. Ask him yourself.”

“Aha! So you’re the infamous Kacchan!” Yoarashi exclaims loudly. “Midoriya has told me about you!”

“Don’t call me that, you fucking extra!”

1A is just basically shocked to see Bakugo actually having a friend who was used to his attitude and takes his threats with a smile. A friend who seems to be the complete opposite of him.

Also imagine a little interaction where Midoriya sees Kirishima and greets him.

“You’re Kirishima-san! It’s so nice to finally meet you! Kacchan talks about you a lot!”

Kirishima perks up. “He does?”

“No I fucking don’t! Shut up!”

While waiting for the exam to start, some of 1A talk to Izuku and try to get to know him, intrigued by his relationship with the explosive member of their class. But the introductions are cut short as the examiner starts explaining the rules.

When the arena opens and examinees start to split up, Midoriya wishes them all luck before running off with his schoolmates.

“Good luck, UA! See you later, Kacchan! Be nice to your classmates.”

“Fuck you, Deku.” He yells while sending him the middle finger.

But he doesn’t get far when Midoriya calls him again.

"Hey Kacchan!” Bakugo turns around to see Midoriya on that noisy Shiketsu extra’s back, smiling angelically while sending him the rude gesture in return as they fly off. “Bye!”

The other Shiketsu students choke on air, staring at the green-haired boy in shock. "Midoriya!"

Several of 1A snicker at the angry scream that escapes the depths of hell that was their classmate’s throat.

“I like your friend, Bakugo.” Uraraka manages to say between giggles.

“Whatever.” Bakugo growls while stomping off, with Kirishima and Kaminari rushing after him.

Later, before the 2nd part of the exams, Todoroki happens to overhear Yoarashi and Midoriya talking - the topic being him. His fist clenches when he hears the former compare him to Endeavor. He starts to walk away when he picks up on Midoriya’s words.

“Todoroki-san isn’t Endeavor. Yoarashi-kun, if you’re gonna dislike him, dislike him for himself. Not because of his father.”

“But I do! He was rude during the recommendation test! Just like when Endeavor—"

“You’re comparing them again. You don’t have to bring up his father when you’re upset with Todoroki-san.” Midoriya sighs. “Really, Yoarashi-kun, I’ve heard people say ruder things to you, but you don’t bear grudges like this against them.”

He gives the taller student a look that was almost a mix between exasperation and admonishing. “Just... try not to let it influence you during the exam, okay Yoarashi-kun? You have a tendency to be unknowingly petty.”

Yoarashi splutters at the accusation but doesn’t refute it.

During the rescue portion of the exams when Gang Orca attacks. Yoarashi and Todoroki still argue.

Midoriya notices this and tries to intervene, but Gang Orca’s minions distract him from doing so. Thankfully, Bakugo, Kirishima, and Kaminari arrive at the scene.

Bakugo tells Kirishima and Kaminari to help in the evacuation. They ask what he’s planning, but he’s already off fighting the ‘villains’. They are momentarily frozen in surprise and awe when Bakugo and Midoriya seamlessly work together in fighting the hoard.

Then a flame tornado - courtesy of Inasa and Todoroki - rises around Gang Orca. It holds the hero at bay, but the tornado subsides quicker than expected. Bakugo and Midoriya take that opportunity to fight Gang Orca - their formidable teamwork impressing the hero.

But the timer soon goes off. After a bit of gushing (because of course he can’t help himself from fanboying a tiny bit), Midoriya approaches Yoarashi and Todoroki and gives them a look. With the way Yoarashi shamefully avoids his gaze, Izuku could guess what happened.

He sighs and approaches Todoroki to help him up - which surprises the two.

“Midoriya?” Yoarashi speaks up.

Midoriya ignores him. “Hey, Kacchan, sorry but can you help Yoarashi-kun up? I’ll take Todoroki-san.”

“Tsch... you owe me.”

When Bakugo has Yoarashi leaning against him, he grunts. “Congrats, airhead, whatever the fuck you did, you upset Deku.”

Yoarashi could do nothing but tuck his chin ruefully.

While Izuku takes Todoroki to the medics to get looked over, Todoroki breaks the silence.

“Did you mean what you said? About me not being my father?”

“Y-you heard that?”

Todoroki stares at him intensely, making Midoriya squirm a bit. “... well? Did you?”

“Oh, uhm, yeah... Endeavor-san is Endeavor-san and Todoroki-san is Todoroki-san. You’re your own person. It just seems unfair to dislike you because of your father.”

Todoroki jolts slightly, his voice going cold and defensive “What do you mean?”

Midoriya almost jumps at the change in his tone. “I mean, who Endeavor is isn’t who you are, and I don’t think people should base their judgement of you on who your father is or what he’s done before.”

Todoroki looks at Midoriya - his expression now unreadable, but there’s something in his eyes that seem contemplative.

“You’re strange.”

“Ah, sorry I—“

“I didn’t say it was a bad thing.”

“O-oh... thanks?”

°°°°°°°°°°°°°°

Just an omake/extra kind of thing: Todoroki approaching Bakugo before boarding their bus.

“Bakugo.”

“What do you want, half-and-half?”

“Your friend is interesting.”

“Ha?! Deku? The hell did he do this time?”

“He has some... intriguing opinions. I’d like to talk to him more. Can you get me in touch with him?”

“What the fuck?!”

#bnha #bnha deku #tododeku #kiribaku #midoriya izuku #bakugo katsuki #platonic bakudeku #shiketsu izuku au #au rants #i wanna write this but i doubt i ever will #so now its just a post lol #fanfics

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bakugohoex · 3 years

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can you please write a fic where youre aizawas' wife and you're pregnant with twins, and while he's in the middle of teaching at UA you go into labor and you call him, and he leaves in the middle of their class, (the class dosen't know he's married and obviously dosen't know he's about to become a father) and the class thinks that something's seriously wrong because they saw panic on his face for a slight second when he got the call, so they end up following him to the hospital only to see him sniling and holding two newborn babies that look just like him and the woman who is on the hospital bed (you) and theyre in shock when they find out that you're his wife and those are his kids, but what shocks them most is the big smile on his face when he was holding his babies 🥺 idk i thought it would be cute

“did he steal two babies?”

pairing: shouta aizawa x female reader

cw: language, fluff

word count: 3000+

a/n: i live for domestic one shots, i might write some more depending on how i’m feeling, hope you guys like this have a happy new years eve people, the stupid tags arent working so if you could reblog it it would mean a lot

summary: in which you’re aizawa’s secret wife, aizawa gets a call in the middle of class that you’re going into labor and eventually leaves, the class being noisy pricks follows him to a hospital, feeling worried they continue to follow until they see him holding two babies with a smile at his new family

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Eight months, eight full fucking months of carrying Aizawa’s little spawns. Having spent your last term of pregnancy on bed rest, it had been the worst term ever, you would rather have taken the puking up last nights dinner then staying in bed. Even Aizawa had gotten annoyed with how frustrated you had got, you craved how he could get up and leave for work. You hadn’t gone into work since your maternity leave started and you were annoyed, being a pro hero it had been worse.

As soon as you told the agency you were pregnant, you were desk bound, unable to go on patrols. It was fucking annoying and you hated every second of it, and all Aizawa could do was smirk at your frustration. “I’m due any day now, just leave work and stay with me.” You plead grabbing the material from his neck, you wanted him to hold you. You already felt gross staying in bed 24/7 but now you didn’t have your husband beside you 24/7.

“Kitten, this is my last day, I’ll spend the rest of the pregnancy with you.” You were grouchy letting go of him and turning your head to face away for him. “Y/n.”

He tried to gain your attention but ignored him, “you should’ve gotten pregnant as well you’d understand.”

He raised an eyebrow, shaking his head as he crept his arms around your body, his hand resting on the baby bump. You shuffled closer to his body, before turning your head to see him softly rubbing back and forth across the bump.

“Be patient, my love.” It was a whisper which brought you comfort.

“If you’re not home by 4pm then I’m locking you out of the house.” You threaten.

He looks down at you with your fiery eyes, “sure you are.” He kisses the top of your head; you pout wanting a proper kiss. He looks at how perfect you looked with his babies, when you both found out you were having twins, the small apartment you had called home since dating. Had gone and a house in the country close enough to UA and still for you to do pro hero work was where the both of you had situated.

Your relationship have been very secretive, a small wedding ceremony which had been perfect with your family and friends. Of course people had noticed you had gone MIA but one day you’d come out and tell the world how you and Aizawa were an inseparable family.

He moved to capture your lips, grabbing his face you wanted to just drag him back to bed. But he quickly moved out of your grip, “patience Y/n.”

“Shouta.” You whine like a child would.

“Seems like ill be raising three babies now.” He mocked putting the scarf around his yellow goggles.

“I hope you break your goggles.” You huff again, he doesn’t speak only kissing your temple after the small peck he had given to your lips.

He starts to walk out the bedroom, your wedding photo situated on the cabinet. You were perfect back then and now with his kids inside of you, you became somehow even more perfect. He had never thought that the woman he had met all those years ago, who had showed of her quirk to the whole world would be the one he fell in love with.

He looked back at you, you were grumpy due to hormones but once the babies were out you knew you’d go back to being yourself (and both of you could fuck properly, but that was just a bonus.)

“Make sure to walk around the house.” He warns.

It was your turn to raise an eyebrow, “and what if I don’t, will you come home early?” Your extra clinginess melted his insides, he knew how bored your loud self was and being cooped up inside had took a toll on you.

“I’ll come home early.” The sound of your squeal lifted his spirits, it was adorable, and he loved how easily your mood changed. Your face was full, and you had something to look forward too as he left the room.

The day for Aizawa had been smooth sailing, having asked to leave at 2pm and being able to, he had been with the students whilst they were training. He could imagine teaching his kids everything to do with this world, he couldn’t wait for his own leave, to spend time with his future babies but also with his loving wife.

The sound of Bakugo shouting was something else he had gotten used to; how could a 16-year-old boy be louder than the babies he had heard on those stupid pregnancy videos you made him watch. You had shown him a woman giving birth and to say it was the weirdest thing he’s ever seen; he’d happily watch stuff go inside of you but the other way round was another issue.

He stood watching over them, they had gotten a lot stronger in the months and the events that had occurred. It was another reason for the secrecy, having to hide your relationship to prevent disaster from happening. He watched the time tick away; another two more hours and he could leave and spend the rest of the trimester with you.

The sound of running caught his ears, he looked up and saw Principle Nezu walking towards him. “Agh Aizawa, we got a call from your wife’s mother.”

He hadn’t checked his phone, but if your mother had been calling it must’ve been something serious, the class had noticed the principle and had gotten quiet even Bakugo who wanted to know why the principle was here.

“Finally, you answered, she’s going into labour.” He heard on the other liner, he was in shock, his phone dropping to the side.

“Sh…She what?” It was early, of course you both knew about early pregnancies but this he had just spoken you a couple hours ago and now here you were about to go into labour.

“In labour, her water broke whilst I came to see her.” He could hear you screaming on the other side, how you must’ve been in pain, he knew you had been dilated a couple days ago but this, this was sooner than he had expected.

Nezu got the hint that something had happened and so had the class, a flash of worry across Aizawa’s face. “We’ll send the students back to the dorms.” He was calm and Aizawa quickly rushed out of the gym, leaving nothing else to say. He needed to make it to the hospital as quick as he could, in an instant he called your mother.

“Is she okay?” He had ran outside going to his car to quickly rush to the hospital.

He heard screaming which he assumed was you, “she’s grouchy…”

Before he could hear the rest of what your mother said, he heard you shout, “if that’s my idiot of a husband tell him to get to the fucking hospital.” It was a wail and he regretted not taking the day off.

“Y/n.” Her mother scowled, “we’re at the hospital, I’ll text you the room.” Is all her mother said before hanging up. Aizawa was stressed to say the least but what he hadn’t seen through the chaos was class 1A following him.

The class had seen the worry and panic before he jolted out of the room, “you all are dismissed for the day.” Nezu spoke before leaving.

“What do you think happened?” Momo questioned worried.

“He seemed in a hurry; it was probably something important.” Kirishima retorted back.

The class watched him on the phone the question of ‘is she okay?’ being heard. “Who do you think he’s talking about?” Mina asked.

“Why do you lot care so much?” Bakugo angrily said pissed that training had been cut early.

“He’s our teacher, what if something bad happened Kacchan.” Midoriya answered but it just fuelled Bakugo’s anger.

“We should follow him.” Denki suggested. “It might be serious and if people need help, we can help.”

They nodded, all assuming it had something to do with hero work, seeing Aizawa in his car, they started to follow him on foot, “we should’ve taken one of the buses.” Bakugo scowled following.

“We cant drive.” Kirishima muttered back.

Bakugo huffed following them all on the long walk, it was easy enough to keep following due to the mass traffic occurring. Aizawa having got the room number, he didn’t care for his surroundings, his eyes fixated on the road.

He finally saw the sign for the hospital and breathed out hoping you hadn’t gotten into labour yet. “Why is he at a hospital?” Ururaka questioned, “do you think someone got hurt?”

“Maybe we should go back.” Momo said not wanting to intrude on something that could have no villainous intent.

“Shut up extra’s, we’re already here.” Bakugo muttered walking to the entrance, they all followed the angry boy who glared at the children coming out of that ward.

“When did you care about the injured?” Kirishima questioned the blond.

“I don’t, you dragged me with you so now we’re staying.” For one thing the boy was persistent.

Across the hospital, Aizawa had ran to the room and saw your eyes filled with fury, your mother holding your hand as he could see how much pain you were in. “Look what the cat dragged in.” You scowled in pain.

“You can take over now.” Is all her mother said, going outside and waiting. He took her place and in an instance your hands had grabbed his.

“You must be the husband, I’ll be helping your wife, can you wear these?” The doctor spoke passing the blue overall type to keep his clothes covered, Aizawa obliged still holding your hand. “Mrs Aizawa you’re about 9cm dilated once you get to 10cm I’m going to tell you to push, okay?”

You were breathless and felt dreary, it would’ve been fine if it wasn’t for the fact you were having twins. You knew you’d go through even more pain then normal and in that moment felt scared.

“Hey kitten, look at me, you’ll do amazing.” Aizawa tried to be encouraging but even he was scared for all three of you.

“It hurts.” You tried to hide the tears, but it mixed in with the sweat.

“I know kitten, but you can grab onto me as hard as you want.” He smiles moving the strands of hair away from your sweaty forehead.

“10cm’s.” One of the nurses spoke out, the doctor nodded before looking at the angry you and calm husband.

“Mrs Aizawa you need to start pushing.” The pain was excruciating, you tried to push your grip on Aizawa’s hands becoming tighter. It was the worst pain you’d gone through and you’d been stabbed before.

Aizawa gave words of encouragement but all you wanted to do was tell him to shut up, tears cascaded down your face whilst pushing. “I see a head.” The doctor spoke, “keep pushing.”

You pushed a long with what the nurses had told you, in time to make sure you weren’t just randomly pushing. Aizawa was the first to see it, first to see the baby come out, it was quiet before wailing out loud, it was his turn to cry. The baby being placed on your chest before the doctor continued, “one more push, let’s get the other one out.”

You felt the first baby on your ski grabbing your neck as you kept on pushing, “I don’t want too.” You cried out but seeing Aizawa and how he looked at the baby on your chest you knew you needed too.

“Come on kitten, one more push.” He spoke a loud, you suppresses the tears before feeling another hard push come and the head of another baby erupt out of you. The doctor but the second baby on your chest, both their crying having stopped.

They stayed on you, you let go of Aizawas hand as the doctor told him he could cut the umbilical cord, he happily obliged before looking at the two babies that you both had created. They were smaller then normal and there eyes were tightly shut clinging onto their new mother.

“We need to weigh and clean them.” The doctor spoke as two nurses took the babies ready to put tags on them, the oldest had been a boy and the youngest a girl. You missed there touch and hold wanting to hold them again but watching them being taken out.

“We did it.” You spoke sleepily as you felt yourself being cleaned up and ready to be moved into another room.

“Yeah, we did.” Aizawa spoke going in to kiss your temple, “we’re parents.”

Tears brimmed his eyes; this normal dry flat facial features had become happier and all he could think about was how you looked with his two children. How he had gotten a family that he had never expected to have had.

Being moved to a different room, Aizawa followed sitting on the chair beside you. You saw the two babies come back to you both, in an instance they were placed back into your arms. “You can hold them?”

You had seen Aizawa’s hesitance to even touch the babies, but he knew how to do it and with ease they both were situated in his arms. You could hear your mother outside, she seemed to be talking to some people, but you ignored it watching at how Aizawa’s eyes welled up at the two babies.

“Where are my grandchildren?” Your mother spoke a loud before having heart eyes at how Aizawa was holding your babies.

“Mum, please be quieter.”

“Hey, I had to handle your screams, let me be happy, they look adorable with their father.” She spoke moving to the bed.

“They really do.” You both watched him look at the two children, a tear falling from his face.

Your mother turned back to you and she smiled at you, “I’m proud of you.” You give a nod holding her hand before she speaks, “have you two got any na…”

Before she could continue you hear the door open with the doctor coming in, “it seems you two have more visitors.”

You were both confused on the matter, nobody really knew you had gone into pregnancy except your parents and his and your father was still at work whilst his parents were out of town. It was unexpected but your eyes widen when you see the group of 16-year olds.

“They were wondering around the hospital.” The doctor speaks, Aizawa hadn’t noticed his students, but you and your mother had.

The kids were in shock at seeing a pro hero in a hospital bed but there eyes went to Aizawa’s he had been looking at his babies, unaware of his surroundings.

Nobody spoke instead just watching Aizawa interact with the two new-born babies, a smile placed on his normal flat self. “Did he steal two babies?” You hear one of them whisper, you instantly begin to speak after that.

“Shouta.” You whisper.

“Yeah.” He was so out of dazed but once he turns to face them all, he’s in shock as well.

“I’ll leave you to handle this.” Your mother leaves not wanting to have to explain this scenario.

Aizawa was still in shock, you reach out for one of the babies, he passes you the youngest, who starts to grab at your fingers. He sits holding the boy, before the class start cascading you both in questions.

“Are they yours?”, “How do you know Pro Hero Y/n?”, “Who is she to you?”

Aizawa looks at them and then at his family, you nod a sign that he could tell them everything, “This is my wife, and these are our new kids.”

It was a simple but effective, the class in shock that there homeroom teacher who seemed to be detached had you the loving pro hero as a wife, but even more now had two kids.

“Congratulations.” They all spoke a loud. It was rehearsed and you could tell that it all came out due to shock.

“What are you doing here anyway, I thought we said go back to the dorms.” Aizawa scowled.

“Baby, it’s fine, it’s good they found out anyway, since you wont be teaching them for a bit.” You calmed the man down.

He shakes his head at how easily you calmed him down, “you’re an amazing pro hero.” Midoriya spoke a loud, you thanked him before they didn’t know what else to say.

“I’ll go call Nezu, he can get you back to UA.” Aizawa muttered handing you the other child as he left the room.

“You married Aizawa.” Mina spoke a loud everybody looked at her, “what? We were all thinking it?”

You laugh looking at them all, “yes I did.”

“And you slept with him.” Mina continued with ever more eyes growing wider.

You continued to laugh, “that is how I got pregnant.”

“What are their names?” Ururaka asked coming towards the two kids.

You sat upright, letting them have a closer look, they all came forward even Bakugo who saw children as devils spawn. They were fresh out and anew, so pure and innocent as they tugged onto your hair.

“We haven’t decided yet.” You said looking at the two kids, you notice Aizawa at the door looking at the class as they surrounded you and the babies. The way they were quieter than they had ever been around two new-borns, they spent time asking questions and looking at the two babies. Before being dragged back to UA, all smiling happily at having spent the afternoon with two new-borns.

“They look like you.” You mutter sleepily, the two babies being put to sleep on the other sides of the room. “We made them.”

“I love you.” He whispers kissing you softly, you kiss back, happily at the new family you had and Aizawa finally realised what his happiness was. You and your two babies were all he ever needed now.

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Lucien - Intimate Date

⚠️ SPOILER ALERT!! ⚠️

A date from CN server which hasn’t been released on EN server yet. Might contains some spoiler. Happy Qixi Festival~

Translations under the cut~

Whistle: Speaking of which, Mr. Lucien...

When the "whistle" spoke, I did not hear him clearly. He had to knock the steering wheel twice before I came back to my senses.

MC: Yes, what are you talking about?

Whistle: I said that this mission goal is rare to invite you to travel with. You must seize the opportunity and strive to completely gain his trust.

Whistle: You must record his destination, what he ordered on the train, and who he met.

MC: Yes, I remembered it.

My answer seemed to make him dissatisfied, and he looked at me warily through the rearview mirror.

Whistle: MC, It can't be... Are you tempted by that Mr. Lucien?

With a stern expression only face, I sat up straight up steeply.

MC: What are you kidding about, how can I be tempted by that kind of person?

Whistle: Hmm, you just have to know it.

There was no more words in the carriage, and the car continued to drive towards the train station. Looking at the bustling city outside the window, I tightened my lips.

How could I be tempted by Lucien?

If there is someone who fascinates me, it should...

I lowered my head and glanced at the book in my arms.

"Awakening" Snow fox.

ㅡThis "Snow Fox" who can guide me and give me strength first.

The first time I read Mr. Snow Fox's article, I seemed to be drunk, and all the confusion and perplexity I had been dispelled.

He used his pen as a knife to attack injustice and pave the way for peace.

He is a lonely walker with a torch in his hand, walking in the long dark night.

I am a small streamed firefly attracted by the hot flame, chasing this light silently.

Finally, with all efforts, I joined the organization of Mr. Snow Fox

Although I haven't seen his true face yet, but he once asked someone to forward me a book to encourage me.

MC: You are shimmer, you want to hide under the darkness.

I opened "The Awakening" and mumbled out a line of text on the title page—this was also a personal message from Mr. Snow Fox to me.

MC: I will never disappoint Mr. Snow Fox.

The car stopped by the train station, I put the book back in the secret compartment of the suitcase, and carefully sorted out my cheongsam.

The Whistle opened the door for me.

Whistle: For the last, check the mission target situation again.

MC: Okay.

Whistle: Who is your goal?

MC: Lucien.

Whistle: Who are you?

MC: Lucien’s blind date, which is a rich lady who has lived abroad since she was a child and returned to China for less than half a year.

Whistle: Your task.

MC: Monitor Lucien and find out his purpose of leaving Loveland City this time.

Whistle: Very good. One more thing, if there is a suitable opportunity in this trip...

Whistle: Kill him.

MC: Assassinate Lucien?!

This order was a little unexpected, and I couldn't help being taken aback.

Didn't the previous organization say that Lucien maintains the balance of the Loveland market and asks me to focus on surveillance and not to move?

MC: Why did you suddenly kill Lucien? Was it a temporary decision by the organization?

Whistle: What do you ask this for?

MC: Because this is contrary to my previous actions, so I want to confirm again...

Whistle: This is a private order from Mr. Snow Fox.

MC: Mr. Snow Fox...will give me a private order?!

My eyes widened in surprise, and when I wanted to ask a few more questions, a horn suddenly interrupted our conversation.

At the intersection not far away, three black cars approached us one after another.

The black goat logo on the front of the car was plated with a dazzling silver in the sun, like the cold light on the tip of a knife.

The original noisy street became extremely quiet, and only the tires made a slight rubbing sound on the ground.

The convoy drove slowly across the road, and after such a long distance, I still saw the clear profile face of the mission target in the car window at first glance.

It’s Lucien.

Whistle turned his face and saw Lucien's motorcade, and he frowned.

Whistle: You don't need to be too nervous, I will pretend to be an ordinary tourist at the next stop and sneak into the third-class carriage to meet you.

Whistle: Remember what I just said, once you find the opportunity to do it, use the transmitter in your suitcase to contact me.

Whistle: Okay, it's time to play, Miss MC.

MC: Mmhm.

I took a deep breath and got out of the car with a small suitcase.

The door of the middle car across the street also stopped at the same time. A group of black subordinates lined up, and one of them opened the door.

The first thing that catches my eye is a hand holding a cane. The fingers are white and slender, and the nails are neatly trimmed, like the hands of a literati.

Only the thin calluses at the knuckles indicate that this hand can hold a pen or a gun.

The owner of the hand, leaning on a jade cane, stepped out of his right leg first.

With his figure, it may be more suitable to wear a slim dress, but even if the gown is tightly wrapped, you can still see the straight and slender legs.

The silk gown bends like flowing wrinkles between his knees, and the dark lines on the satin surface reflect the shimmering light as he moves.

He raised his other hand again, took a trilby from the hand of his respectful subordinate and put it on his head.

In the silence, Lucien got out of the car slowly.

It was so quiet all around, it seemed that he was the only protagonist of this silent film.

And after Lucien's gaze slowly looked around, he finally stopped at my face across the street at this moment.

In an instant, his indifferent eyebrows were stained with the temperature of the early morning, and the lip line also bends in a pleasing arc.

Lucien: MC.

MC: Mr. Lucien

Obviously his appearance is so harmless, three points gentler than the teacher in the school.

But when I think of the rumors about this "Mr. Lucien" in the market, I still can't help but feel a palpitation.

He held back his subordinates and walked towards me with a smile.

Lucien: Sorry, did you wait for a long time?

MC: Fortunately, I also just arrived.

I took a step forward, trying to maintain my innocence and asked

MC: Mr. Lucien, where are we going this time, why would you think of inviting me with you?

Lucien: What we are going to is a very beautiful place. As for why I brought you...

Lucien: I think a smart girl like you shouldn't be surprised.

MC: You praise me like this, I'm so embarrassed.

MC: Now that Mr. Lucien decides to keep the sense of mystery, I will keep looking forward to it.

I reddened my cheeks pretending to be shy, but my heart was beating wildly because of the other party.

Whistle hurried to the trunk to help me take out the luggage, and Lucien also leaned down and naturally took the suitcase from me.

Then he straightened up, smiled and stretched out his other arm to me.

Lucien: Let's go.

MC: Okay.

I happily wrapped his arms, leaned my body against him-and walked towards the train station.

There is still a short distance from the start of the train. As VIPs, Lucien and I have already arrived in the luxury carriage in advance.

And after the whistle sent my luggage onto the train, he left immediately. Before leaving, he didn't forget to wink me a warning.

Lucien leaned on the sofa. He glanced at the back of the whistle through the window and whispered.

Lucien: Miss MC, your driver...

Subordinate: Mr. Lucien.

The subordinate's knock on the door interrupted Lucien's words, and he frowned slightly.

Lucien: Come in.

The subordinate walked in quickly and whispered something in Lucien's ear.

I tried to prick my ears, but I could only hear a few scattered words-"clue", "check", "eradication"....

While listening, I calmly poured myself a cup of scented tea.

As Lucien listened to the report of his subordinates, the corner of his mouth moved.

Lucien: Don't worry, continue to follow him.

Subordinate: Did you mean...

I don't know if it was my illusion, Lucien's eyes seemed to turn to me.

Lucien: If you want to do it, do it thoroughly.

Lucien: After all, an excellent hunter wants to lure the "Snow Fox" out of the hole, and it can't do without enough delicious bait.

Snow Fox!

Suddenly hearing these two words, my fingers trembled, and the scented tea almost spilled from the cup.

Lucien: Miss MC, what's wrong?

MC: No, nothing, my finger was accidentally scalded by the teacup for a moment.

Lucien: Let me see.

MC: It's okay, it's just hot.

But Lucien had already held my hand, his strength was very light but I couldn't refuse it.

The cool fingertips rubbed my red fingertips, bringing out an ambiguous itching.

He observed it carefully for a while and saw that there was nothing serious, so he pulled a white silk kerchief from his arms and wrapped it around my finger.

Lucien: The walls of this porcelain cup are relatively thin, so you will remember to put something on your hand next time you drink hot tea.

MC: Alright, I remembered it.

Lucien smiled at me, and lightly shook my fingers wrapped in the kerchief.

When he spoke again, his words were directed to his subordinates.

Lucien: Follow the previous plan. I hope to hear some good news when I get to the station.

Subordinate: Yes Sir.

At this time, the sharp siren finally sounded, steam gushing out, and the steel wheels began to move forward steadily.

The people on the platform waved their hands, saying their last blessings and goodbyes to their loved ones, lovers, and friends.

Amidst the hustle and bustle, there is also the persevering cries of newsboys, one after another, like cicadas in the late summer, so ear-piercing.

News Boy: Sell newspapers! Take a look! Mr. Snow Fox's new work "Dark Night Flame" is on the market!

Before I knew it, I had been on this train for three days.

During these three days, I was not restrained and could walk around in the train at will. The scenery on both sides of the train was beautiful, and the companion accompanying me was considerate and gentle.

If it is said that the only flaw is that there is still no intelligence.

MC: Lucien...

This man is indeed too perfect and too tricky.

I sighed and looked at the figure on the platform unconsciously from the gap between the curtains.

The train will stop next to a small station, and Lucien is talking to the owner of the food stall, he looked gentle and humble.

He paid the money and was about to return to the car with the paper bag. Suddenly, a boy with a cart next to him slammed his feet and slammed forward, exclaiming.

Seeing that the cargo is about to collapseㅡ

Lucien's eyes were quick, and he held the cargo box with one hand and the boy with the other.

Lucien: You all right?

Boy: You are?! sorry! sorry!

When the boy saw that he almost hit a noble person, he trembled with fear and apologized again and again.

Lucien: Don't be so nervous, you didn't hit me either. Go ahead.

Boy: Thank you sir, thank you sir!

The cargo boy ran away without looking back, pushing the front of the car.

-It seemed like a small accident, but from my perspective, I clearly saw the cargo boy quickly stuffing a note into Lucien's hand when he left.

Why did Lucien use this method to deliver messages?

I watched Lucien's calm and composed face, and suspicions gathered in my heart. I raised my head and met his gaze.

MC: ...!

I drew back abruptly, avoiding his sight.

Subordinate: Mr. Lucien?

Lucien: Nothing, go up, don't let the kids wait in a hurry.

After a while, Lucien appeared at the entrance of the carriage. He smiled and raised the paper bag to me as if nothing happened just now.

Lucien: Today is Chinese Valentine's Day, there happens to be a fruit seller in the station, wanna try it?

MC: Huh, today is Qixi Festival?

I couldn't help but froze. The spirit has been tense recently, but even the days have been somewhat forgotten.

Lucien: No wonder you forgot, it was my fault that kept you in the train for too long.

Lucien: But it doesn't matter if you forget these festivals, I will help you remember them.

When he made a promise, his brows were dazzling and his tone was solemn, as if he really was a caring beloved.

Lucien sat next to me and handed me the paper bag.

The small and lovely fruit inside exudes a fragrance, I picked up one and said with a smile to Lucien.

MC: "Begging every year is a coincidence in the world, and there are too many inhumanity in the world", my pleasure.

MC: Hmm... delicious!

MC: Mr. Lucien, do you want to taste it?

With a smile, I picked up another dessert and handed it to Lucien's mouth. He fixedly stared at me for a moment and bit it with a smile.

MC: How is it, isn't it delicious?

Lucien: Well, this is the first time I have eaten this kind of dessert. It is sweet and slightly salty, with a crunchy texture, and it tastes really good.

Lucien: What makes me even more happy is... You really like the taste of this hometown.

He just bit the word "hometown" a little bit harder, and it made my breath stagnate.

MC: I don't understand what Mr. Lucien's words mean.

Lucien: I remember that Miss MC who came back from studying abroad. Both your parents are abroad, right?

Lucien: It just so happened that my subordinates went to a country where Miss MC's parents, so I asked him to inquire a little bit.

Every time Lucien said a word, he leaned forward by a point, and the distance between us was closer.

His breath was burning, with the sweet fragrance of fruit, but it caused a chill in the back of my neck.

Lucien: In his reply to my telegram, he said...in the local area, there has never been such a family.

Lucien: So, Miss MC.

His hands are still cold, and when it touch me, it's like touching rare fragile objects.

His fingertips went from my brow bones, to eyelashes, to cheeks, and finally gently twisted away the fruit crumbs from the corners of my lips.

Lucien: Can you tell me who you are?

Silence flows between us. The train has not started yet. What can be heard is the shouting of the platform not far away, as well as the breathing and heartbeat close at hand.

As Lucien's breath enveloped me, there seemed to be a flame igniting in the place where he had just touched. I bit my lower lip and tried not to shift my sight.

MC: Is the answer to this question important to Mr. Lucien?

Lucien: Of course it is important.

MC: Why?

My question made Lucien raised his eyebrows in surprise.

Lucien: Haven't you noticed MC? You are a very important person to me.

MC: Haha, Mr. Lucien's words really flatter me.

tugged at the corners of my mouth stiffly, but my mind was spinning.

What does Lucien mean by "not found"? What does "very important" mean?

How much did he find out about my identity?

With Lucien's ability, as long as he catches any slight loophole in my words, it will be enough to destroy everything.

No, I can no longer answer any questions from Lucien.

It just so happened that the train whistle sounded again, and I put my hands behind me and pretended to pull the tablecloth inadvertently at the moment the train started.

The tea cup on the table swayed twice and poured in response. The remaining tea in the cup was spilled on me and Lucien.

I took the opportunity to sit up, lowered my head to help Lucien wipe his clothes, and apologized to him again and again.

MC: Oh, Mr. Lucien, I am sorry!

Lucien looked down at the tea stains on his silk shirt and smiled.

MC: I'm okay, but you have water stains on your body, so go back and clean it up.

As a pardon, I nodded and left immediately.

Lucien: By the way, I asked the train restaurant to prepare a candlelight dinner tonight, and I hope Miss MC will appreciate it.

MC: With Mr. Lucien's invitation, I will definitely be present in full dress.

Lucien: I believe MC, no matter how you dress it up, it will look good.

Lucien lifted the teacup on the table, seemingly inadvertently added another sentence.

Lucien: After all, such a good day as Qixi Festival cannot be easily let down.

I was sent back to my car by Lucien's subordinates. The moment I closed the door, I felt my strength slip away and plunged into the mattress.

MC: (sighed)

Being vigilant all the time makes me exhausted physically and mentally. Only when I’m in my car, I can breathe a sigh of relief.

My identity will be revealed sooner or later, and once exposed, would Lucien behave like a merchandiser who is pushing goods, showing me a touch of kindness?

Do I really have a fluke with Lucien like the whistle said?

I opened my eyes and slowly spread out my palms.

In the palm of my hand is the little note I just stole from Lucien.

There was a line written on it: Snow Fox is in the car, be careful.

At the moment when I saw these words, all kinds of scenes flashed past my eyes quickly.

Lucien: After all, an excellent hunter wants to lure the "snow fox" out of the hole, and it can't do without enough delicious bait.

Lucien: Haven't you noticed that you like ink? You are a very important person to me.

Could it be that... Lucien discovered that I was an organizer and wanted to use me as a bait to draw out the "Snow Fox"?!

Since this is the case, should I act first to be the best-obey Mr. Snow Fox's order and kill Lucien.

Snow Fox , Lucien...All the emotions in my heart are like a tangled mess. I can't help but reach out to the suitcase by the bed.

Across the wall of the box, the "Awakening" lay quietly there.

After a long time, I took a deep breath, sat up from the bed, and started preparing for the action tonight.

I first took out the wireless transmitter hidden in the suitcase and told the whistle that Lucien and I would have dinner in the dining car tonight.

Then quickly took off the pink dress and put on a purple cheongsam. Opened the secret compartment of the suitcase, took out a pistol from the inside and tied it to my thigh.

While putting on makeup, there was a knock from a subordinate outside the door.

Subordinate: Miss MC, Mr. Lucien is already waiting for you in the restaurant.

MC: Got it, tell Mr. Lucien that I will be there soon.

I put the lipstick back in the box and was about to get up when the light from the corner of my eye suddenly swept over something on the table.

It was the white handkerchief Lucien wrapped around my finger when I lied about being scalded.

When I returned to the car, I put it on the dressing table and didn't move it again.

Lucien's handkerchief is as simple as his clothes, and there is no other pattern except for the embroidered mark of his name on the corner of the handkerchief.

The moment I saw the handkerchief, Lucien's abrupt eyes suddenly appeared in my mind.

Why does a rumored "Mr. Lucien" who is obsessed with power and cruel, has such a pair of calm and sober eyes?

Obviously in my imagination countless times, only the "Mr. Snow Fox" in my mind would have such eyes.

MC: Mr. Lucien... is it really just Mr. Lucien?

I was shocked by the nonsense that I blurted out, and I took a step back abruptly.

I was a little flustered inexplicably. Just about to put away the handkerchief, my fingers suddenly felt strange bumps on the silk surface.

MC: Hmm??

I looked down and found that beside Lucien's name, there was a Morse code embroidered with silk threads of the same color.

I held my breath and fumbled for the code with my fingers, and finally found that they formed a words.

MC: My shimmer?

The setting sun outside the window was sinking, and the fluent sunset glow was gradually replaced by the night.

The lights are lit on each train, and the train shuttles through the mountains and forests like a golden dragon.

When I arrived in the restaurant, Lucien was still writing a letter at the table by the window.

When he saw me, he put away the half-written letter and smiled at me.

Tonight, instead of wearing the daytime gown, he changed into a slim-fitting suit, and his temperament became more capable and chic.

MC: Sorry to let Mr. Lucien wait for a long time.

Lucien: Compared to Cowherd who can solve the pain of lovesickness only once a year, I only waited a while for "Little Weaver Girl", considered to be very lucky.

Lucien: Have a seat

He opened the table seat for me, and I took a seat happily.

Lucien: How have you been on the train these days?

MC: Mr. Lucien seems to ask me this every day.

Lucien: Do you think I'm long-winded?

MC: No, this is your thoughtfulness, I like it very much, and I have had a good time these days.

MC: Even too comfortable, I don't want to get out of the train

Lucien: This is bad.

MC: What's wrong?

Lucien: After eating this dinner, we are almost arrived at the station. If MC don't want to get off the train, I can only use other methods to get you off.

I quickly glanced at the closed door of the dining car, settled, poured a glass of wine, and continued to laugh with Lucien

MC: What other method does Mr. Lucien want to use?

Lucien: It depends on what approach Miss MC likes.

MC: Me, of course I want more....

Before I finished speaking, the ground suddenly shook! A hot air wave overturned the railroad tracks and hit the carriage!

Before I had time to react, I felt like the sky was spinning.

The next second, I fell into a warm embrace.

Lucien: Ugh...!

Lucien held me firmly in his arms, but his whole body was knocked to the ground by the air wave.

The world in the carriage was upside down, and Lucien's letters and official documents on the table were scattered all over the

The ornate decorations turned into fragments, and the wine in the glass was spilled on the brocade like drips of red blood.

The disaster came without warning, and the steel giant leaned on the rails, uttering a heavy mournful cry.

I turned my face to look at the mess on the ground. The crying and screams from the front and rear carriages made my brain go blank.

MC: What exactly is going on...

Lucien: The train was blown up. It should be coming for me.

Lucien took me up with one hand, and with the other hand drew the pistol from his back.

The explosion plunged the train into chaos, and Lucien's subordinates was at the other carriages and it was too late to arrive.

He turned around and looked at the exit of the carriage warily, while admonishing me.

Lucien: MC, If the other party wants to cut the grass and roots, it is estimated that they will take the opportunity to return to the restaurant to confirm my life and death, you have to be careful....

The words after were swallowed back, because a gun was hitting his abdomen at the moment.

MC: Don't move.

Lucien's gaze moved up from the muzzle a little bit, fell to the hand of my gun, and finally stopped on my face.

For the first time, his eternally calm eyes rippled, and his lips opened slightly, and then he pressed tightly again.

In the next second, a smile suddenly appeared at the corner of his mouth.

Lucien: Miss MC wants to kill me.

Lucien's somewhat helpless expression made me feel embarrassed, as if I was just a little girl making trouble with her lover unreasonably.

MC: Why are you laughing?

Lucien: Nothing, the other side of MC really surprised me and couldn't help but laugh.

I glanced at him and opened his tie with the muzzle of my gun.

Then freed his other hand and groped his waist and chest roughly to make sure that there were no other weapons or wiretapping on him.

And Lucien opened his hands very cooperatively, as if he was at my disposal.

After searching, I glanced at the door again before turning my gaze back to Lucien.

MC: Mr. Lucien, before killing you, I want to ask you a question.

My fingers slowly touched his heart, and said word by word with an voice that only the two of us could hear.

MC: (Do you believe I will be shimmer?)

Lucien's eyes were suddenly bright, and he also answered me with his mouth.

Lucien: (From beginning to end.)

Bang!!

The moment his voice fell to the ground, I shot.

Lucien also slowly fell to the ground under the gunshot.

MC: ....

Holding the gun tightly, I kept my eyes locked on the doorway of the squeezed carriage.

Finally, after a while, a figure appeared at the door.

MC: Whistle..

Whistle: MC? You didn't...

MC: I was lucky, and it happened to be blocked by the sofa when it exploded.

Whistle: Y-Yes...what about Lucien?

MC: Didn't you hear the gunshot just now, I've finished him.

MC: Whistle, You seem to have expected this explosion?

The whistle glanced at Lucien, who was motionless, then glanced at me, his mouth suddenly grinned from an arrogant angle.

Whistle: Of course, this is my plan.

As he said, the hand of the whistle rose sharply, and the black hole pointed straight at me.

Whistle: Because you and "Snow Fox" both have to die.

However, before he had time to pull the triggerㅡ bang! A gunshot sounded faster!

Lucien: Finally bit the bait.

Lucien, who was lying on the ground, opened his eyes. He slowly sat up with a gun in one hand, looking at the whistle for an instant.

Whistle: You..

The man's eyes were full of things, his shrunken pupils were printed with the figure of me and Lucien standing side by side.

When he was about to attack again, the sound of footsteps came from both ends of the dining car. Lucien's subordinates who had survived the explosion finally rushed over and subdued him to the ground.

Subordinate: Mr. Lucien, are you okay!

Lucien: I'm fine.

Lucien: Apart from this person, there must be other pests in this train. Clean it up immediately.

Lucien: Also, immediately contact the headquarters and the nearest hospital, check the conditions of the front and rear carriages, and take all passengers out of here.

Subordinate: But you...

Lucien: Hurry up.

The subordinates' throats stagnated, and they didn't dare to defy him, dragging the seriously injured whistles towards the two carriages.

There were only two of us in the carriage at this moment, and Lucien turned his eyes back to me after watching the last subordinate leave.

Lucien: I just saw, Miss MC's acting is a little bit flamboyant, and she still needs a lot of polishing.

I didn't reply immediately, just stared at Lucien firmly.

At this moment, Lucien's face was strangely clear in the twilight, eyebrows, lips, cheeks... finally merged with "Snow Fox".

MC: ...Mr. Snow Fox's acting skills are outstanding, and the little girl is deeply impressed.

Lucien smiled deeper, and he carefully helped me straighten my temples.

Lucien: When did you discover that the whistle had a problem?

MC: From the beginning. When he faked "Snow Fox" orders and asked me to assassinate you, I began to doubt him.

MC: But at that time I was still not sure about his motives, then...

I took out the handkerchief, and picked up the letters scattered on the ground—the writing on it was exactly the same as the writing in "The Awakening" message.

MC: Did you also find out that there is a problem with the whistle from the beginning?

Lucien shook his head.

Lucien: No. I only found out that he had betrayed the organization and he also found out that I was Snow Fox.

MC: Then when you first got in the car, you said you wanted to get rid of "Snow Fox"....

Lucien: In addition to the whistle, there are other inner ghosts.

Lucien: I arranged this train and wanted to use this excuse to catch them all.

Lucien: But I didn't expect these people to blow up the train in order to get rid of me.

This is a journey of life and death. In the confrontation between righteousness and evil, everyone's identities are constantly changing.

Everyone feels that he is a hunter and the other is a prey. Lucien the Snow Fox. Whistle the traitor.

ㅡOnce Lucien dies on the train, the entire Loveland City may face a bloody storm.

When Lucien said this, his voice became more and more apologetic.

Lucien: I insisted on taking you in the train, because I was afraid that you would be silenced by the whistle while I was away. As a result, I almost made you fall into danger with me. Sorry.

MC: I am not afraid of danger, darkness must accompany danger, I just... a little angry.

Lucien: Why are you angry?

I blushed, and finally threw the gun to him, hold my breath to say the words.

MC: You... the big liar who always talks around the bush!

Lucien laughed loudly. The first time I heard him smile so clear, it was like the early morning when the clouds saw the sun.

He took me to the side of the carriage, supported the window with one hand, and dexterously take off from the carriage.

MC: What are we going to do?

Lucien: There is much more to be done.

Lucien: "Snow Fox" can disappear, but Lucien still has to exist.

Lucien: We have to continue this scene until the darkness fades.

He stretched out his hand to me outside the train. I held his hand and felt the solid strength of his arm.

MC: You are talking around the bush again.

Lucien: Hmm... Would you like to hear me say something less convoluted?

MC: Of course I do.

The glow in the distant mountains has long since faded, and the long night is approaching, and the wilderness will rise from the starting point of the firefly.

Lucien's eyes are brighter than stars and fluorescent lights.

He smiled and took me out of the trainㅡ

Lucien: It happens MC for me, it is indeed a very important person

Lucien: I am very satisfied with the result of this blind date, how about you?

Notes from me: You’ve done reading~ thank you for always read Lucien’s date~ I really love the interaction between MC and Lucien in this date, the way Lucien always want to protect MC and MC who wants Lucien’s kindness, is really make my heart fluttered. Again, thanks a bunch for everyone, HAPPY QIXI FESTIVAL! (*≧ω≦*)

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halloweenbitch2764 · 3 years

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It's A Scream, Baby!

Part One

Billy Loomis x Fem! Reader x Stu Macher

TW: None

Key

(F/C)- Favorite Color

(H/L)- Hair Length

(H/C)- Hair Color

(Y/F/N)- Your First Name

(Y/L/N)- Your Last Name

(Y/N)- Your Name

Chapter One

I let out a sigh and dusted my hands off as I carried the last box in from the moving truck. I heard the muffled voice of my mother thanking the movers and I ran my fingers through my hair. A fresh start. Something new. My mother had gotten a job opportunity and moved us from my comfortable hometown to Woodsboro, California. Before my mom told me the name of the town, I had never heard of it. That was to be expected after I found out that it was a fairly quaint town.

I opened the box and started unloading the things that would be in my bedroom. Some magazines and books, my bedsheets, posters of my favorite bands, etc. Things that made my room uniquely me. The move wasn't as stressful as I thought it would be but I already missed my friends. My friends were people who I'd grown up with. Now the only contact I would have with them is by phone. It's okay. Little contact is better than none. However, there was one thing that had yet to determine if the move was worth it. Will I make any friends? I've always had such a hard time doing it. My old friends were just always there and I didn't really make any new friends. Maybe one here or there but nothing like this.

I sat on my bed and looked through the box beside me. I pulled out my phone and plugged it into the wall, setting it on my desk. If I get lonely tonight maybe I can call one of them. I tapped my fingers absentmindedly against the phone before snapping out of my thoughts and continuing to unpack. I was tired from the drive to Woodsboro, but wanted to set my room up a little at least. I hung a calendar on my wall beside my desk and looked at the red, circled date. New school. I would be starting school tomorrow. I think the school said someone would help guide me around, right? Fuck I hope so. I know I'll get lost.

I glanced out the window and saw the sun had almost completely set. It didn't necessarily surprise me, but it didn't ease the nervousness of the fact that school seemed fast approaching. Wish I could have gotten more time to unpack. Then again, the sooner I get this done the less time I'm going to spend worrying about it. It's like ripping a bandaid off. A soft yawn tumbled from my lips as I grabbed my backpack from the corner where I had set it, double checking I had everything I wanted. Folders? Check. Notebooks? Check. Pencils? Check. Once I knew I had everything I'd need, I set the (F/C) bag by my desk.

I continued to unpack the necessities before feeling my eyes start to become heavy again. A knock from my door woke me up.

"Hey sweetie, how's unpacking going?" My mom questioned. She looked tired from everything and I assumed I did as well.

"It's going fine. I unpacked what I needed. I think I'll just unpack the rest tomorrow. I'm really tired." My mom nodded sympathetically.

"Well get some good rest for school tomorrow." I nodded in agreement and she gave me a nod before leaving the room. I got up and closed the door behind her, setting the box on my bed on the ground and away so I wouldn't trip over it. I pulled the covers back and dressed in my pajamas before lying down. It didn't take long for me to fall asleep.

I woke up to the annoying buzzing of my alarm clock. I rubbed my eyes and clicked the off switch before sitting up after a second of letting my eyes adjust. Sunshine filtered in gently through the curtains I had put up. I pushed myself out of bed and grabbed a simple yet cute outfit. One that never failed to make me feel confident. The more confident I feel in the simple things, the more confident I'll feel in myself. I walked to the bathroom and took a quick shower before drying off. I dressed in the clothes and hung the towel up before heading downstairs.

"Good morning." My mom greeted me and I gave her a smile. I was still tired but the shower had managed to wake me up slightly.

"Good morning." She was finishing up a plate of pancakes before setting them on the table.

"I made breakfast." She said cheerfully and I sat down, digging in.

"This is really good. Thanks mom!" It was nice to have a real breakfast. Most of the time breakfast was a granola bar or something similar. Cereal if I was lucky. She smiled and made small talk while I ate. I cleaned up the dishes and headed upstairs to finish getting ready. I styled my (H/L) (H/C) hair and checked over everything, adding a little makeup and grabbing my bookbag.

"I'm leaving for school!" I called out to my mom.

"Alright, be safe and have a good day!" She yelled back. I left and started walking to the school. It wasn't much of a walk, only about five minutes or so. I looked at the school and the nervousness returned, making me nearly feel nauseous. I gripped my bag and walked into the school. There were already a decent amount of kids, all gathered in their respective groups and chatting while they waited for the bell. I walked into the main office and waited, the receptionist soon looking up and giving me a kind smile.

"H-Hi, I'm (Y/F/N) (Y/L/N). I just transferred here." I mentally cursed myself for stuttering.

"Oh, Ms. (Y/L/N), yes. Here's your schedule." She handed me a piece of paper and I swiftly skimmed the words and times.

"Sidney, would you please show (Y/N) around?" A brunette girl stood from a chair not too far from me. She had her bag over her shoulder and a textbook or two in her arms. She nodded to the receptionist and then smiled at me.

"Hi, I'm Sidney Prescott." She introduced herself and I did the same. "Nice to meet you! Guess we should start looking around before the bell rings." She looked at the paper in my hand. "Oh, Mr. James? He's your homeroom teacher. He's pretty nice." She explained and we started to walk around to the classes. I'm really happy she seems so nice. This is already making this whole thing a thousand times easier. The whole tour didn't really take too long and when we got to the final class she smiled. "We have History and English together. We also have the same lunch. If you want you can hang out with my friends and I today." I smiled shyly.

"O-Oh, thanks! Yeah um...I'll probably sit with you if you don't mind." If she minded she wouldn't have offered. She waved her hand and smiled.

"It's no big deal." She reassured me and I nodded. "We usually sit by the water fountain in the front of the campus. Just meet us there when you want." She smiled and I nodded. Suddenly the bell rang, signaling that we needed to start heading to class.

"Alright well, I'll see you later." I smiled and she nodded with agreement before we both left to go to our homerooms. As I walked I felt like someone was staring at me. I turned and looked around but nobody stood out. If anyone's looking it's probably because I'm new. Don't really know why anyone would stare otherwise. I made my way to the class and took a seat at an empty desk. It was more secluded but I was happy about it. Just want to sort of fly under the radar until I feel comfortable enough to start making friends.

I was pulled from my thoughts when a noisy boy entered the room with other boys behind him. He was definitely tall and he seemed energetic for it being so early in the morning. He high-fived the boys and I caught something about football being talked about. Figures. I set my bag by my desk and grabbed out a notebook, copying my schedule into it in case I lost mine. The second bell rang and signaled the start of class. I saw someone sitting at the desk next to mine. Why would anyone sit here when there's plenty of open- oh. Him. The same tall boy I had seen earlier had now planted himself at the desk beside me.

"Hey!" He said in a louder tone than I had expected. I looked at him.

"Hi." My voice was much quieter than his and less energetic.

"So you're the new girl, huh? Sid kept talking 'bout how someone new was coming to school." I raised my eyebrow a bit. I guess he's friends with Sidney? I nodded in response to his question. "So what's your name, sunshine?" He asked in a playful tone.

"(Y/N)." I said and smiled so he knew I wasn't trying to be rude. My answers sound short even though I don't mean for them to. I'm just awkward. He smiled brightly and nodded. He gives me puppy dog vibes.

"Well nice to meetcha, (Y/N). I'm Stu."

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ilikefandom · 3 years

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Broken

Request: Can you do purebood (and disowned) reader x still with big issues Sev? make it fluffy at the beggining, but then put the darkest angst you can think of on it. Have a good day.

Requested by: Anon

Genre: Fluff to ANGST

Synopsis: (Y/n) is bullied, Severus does nothing.

Pairings: Severus x Fem Reader, Sirus Black x Fem Reader, Lily x James

Warnings: Bullying!!!!

“Severus!!!” (Y/n) shouted as she sprinted down the hall toward the Slytherin common room, “I got all Os on my OWLS!”

Severus looked at (Y/n) as she bounced toward him a huge smile plastered on her face. They both were starting sixth year and (Y/n) had recently been disowned by her family, not for any real reason, but apparently thinking muggles deserve basic human rights was a big no no. He looked at her and she beamed at him.

He huffed and stalked back toward the door, gesturing for her to follow him. Giving a yelp of excitement, (Y/n) followed her best friend into the Slytherin dorms. He sat down on one of the couches and she was quick to follow, dropping the bag that she carried on her shoulder onto the couch opposite him.

He pulled out a copy of his OWL results, As in Transfiguration, Ancient Ruins and Charms. Two Os, one in Defence Against the Dark Arts and Potions, and Es in everything else.

Squealing, (Y/n) snatched his results out of his hand, reading over the comments and grades, “Great job Severus!” she said, handing him back his results.

The two sixteen year olds sat in comfortable silence as (Y/n) once again opened her bag, placing her results inside. While she did so, he saw a couple copies of muggle magazines and her NEWT textbooks.

Realizing that she must have gotten the magazines from somewhere, he shifted uncomfortably. “Where did you…”

However he was cut off by a huff from some students who had just made their way into the common room.

“Oh lookie here, some blood traitor trash.” A harsh voice said, making (Y/n) freeze.

“Go away Avery.” (Y/n) said, pulling her bag closer to her as the other Slytherin boys came closer to where she was sitting.

“Me, go away? No little blood traitor, you go away. You don’t belong here, you belong elsewhere, with the rest of the trash.” Avery laughed.

“Severus why do you even hang out with this pile of dragon dung anyway?” Mulciber asked, gesturing at (Y/n) as she rose from her chair and looked at Severus.

“Severus.” She said, tilting her head. Tears brimming in her eyes as the two dark magic supporters continued to hurl insults at her.

Severus said nothing. Picking up his own results and leaving the room, heading toward his dorm.

“See that blood traitor,” Mulciber hissed at (Y/n), “even your little mixed breed friend doesn’t want you.”

Severus felt his heart clench at the insult, then it fell to the pit of the floor when he saw bright tears begin to fall down her cheeks. Sucking in a breath of air, he made his way to his room and slammed the door shut.

(Y/n) sniffled as she watched her friend abandon her, to leave her to face those no better than the group of Gryffindors that tormented him. Fleeing from the bullies she made her way to the Fat Lady and knocked a couple times.

Lily opened the door to find (Y/n) crying and, grabbing her hand, hauled her into the common room.

Lily held (Y/n) as she cried, cooing quiet words of affirmation to her friend, as the Marauders made their noisy way down the stairs. Catching Lily’s eye, all of them stopped talking as they approached the huddle of sixteen year old girl on the floor.

“Hey, (Y/l/n).” Remus asked, lowering himself onto the floor to get down to her level. “What happened?”

“It was Mulciber and Avery.” Lily answered for her, gripping her friend tighter. “They were picking on her.”

“Why?” Sirius laughed. “It’s not like she could have done anything to warrant that except for being a huge nerd.”

Through her tears (Y/n) choked out, “I was disowned by my parents last summer.”

Sirius’ eyes widened. “Me too, to be honest.”

“It was because they found my letters to and from Lily.” (Y/n) explained forcing her head deeper into Lily’s shoulder and letting out another sob.

The group froze, knowing that her tears were warranted. The Marauders sat in a circle around Lily and her friend, Remus rubbing her back and smiling slightly as she cried, “It’s going to be alright.” He sighed as her body shook from the violence of her agony.

“That isn’t even the worst of it.” (Y/n) sobbed. “Severus could have stopped them. He could have said something, but he didn’t and now I hate him for it.”

Anger grew in Lily’s face, flushing so red her freckles were invisible. “How dare he.” she commented, stroking (Y/n)’s hair, planning to report those bums to a teacher as soon as possible.

“Don’t listen to them.” Peter chidded, patting (Y/n) on the shoulder. He was trying his best, but that wasn’t what (Y/n) needed.

However, as Lily rocked her gently, she made up her mind to leave her bigoted family behind, come what may, she would be ready to face the future.

Times would come where she would feel alright. Making friends with the Marauders and growing closer with Lily.

She was adorned in light blue, as the maid of honor at Lily and James’ wedding, letting a few tears slip as the bond was sealed between them.

A few months later, it was Lily who held a bouquet of daisies, adorned in crimson, as (Y/n) said her vows with Sirius. Both couples were excited to spend their lives together, fighting the dark arts together.

If only it were that simple.

Years later, after Lily and James had both passed away, (Y/n) showed up for a meeting at the Order. Sirius being sent to Askaban had hit her hard and Peter’s death along with the others’ rocked her to the core, she didn’t believe her husband to be a murderer, there was barely any evidence and it wasn’t in his character.

It wasn’t until she saw the man whom she loathed more than He Who Must Not Be Named himself, did she dare to show an ounce of emotion.

Severus Snape had walked into an Order Meeting, like he wasn’t an ex-death eater who had murdered countless people.

As soon as they were left alone, Severus attempted to speak with (Y/n). She glared at him instead.

“Why do you think I want to talk with you, of all people.” She asked, wrapping her arms around herself, the sapphire Sirius had given her glittered in the candlelight.

“(Y/n), I’m so sorry.” Severus said through gritted teeth. “I never meant for you to be hurt, I never meant for Lily…” He trailed off leaving (Y/n) speechless.

“Wow, Severus, I am surprised at you.” She snapped. Causing the man in question to look up at her.

“(Y/n).” He said looking at her in the face.

“I loved you Severus. I really did. And you couldn’t see it.” She snarled. “So I found someone who did and I married him.”

“(Y/n) please give me a chance!” He begged a single tear spilling from his face.

“I gave you a chance.” She shouted. “I gave you chance after chance. What did you do?”

Severus stayed silent looking at (Y/n). She turned her back on him and slammed the door. Severus, who had chased after her, placed his hands on the door before sinking to the floor. Unaware of the grieving young woman doing the same on the opposite side.

Author’s Note: Hope you enjoy! Please reblog, comment, and request!

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ssoojinism · 3 years

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BONNIE & CLYDE | pjm

Pairing ; criminal! Jimin x criminal! y/n

Genre : angst, nsfw (16+), crime au

Warning : alcohol consumption, kissing, graphic murder (pretty gory but some might find it isn’t, idk)

Plot summary :-

“you make this world a little wild, and we shout through crowded streets, turn up the noise and make it loud, and let the world fall at our feet,”.

The story of you living a reckless life with your boyfriend, Park Jimin as the most wanted criminal couple in the big city of Seoul. Inspired by Yuqi's Bonnie and Clyde and also the story of Bonnie and Clyde itself.

[next]

The atmosphere in the nightclub located in the center of Seoul is very noisy with the presence of young people dancing on the dance floor, enlivened with lively songs and colorful lights flooding the dark room. The smell of alcohol filled the space mixed with the smell of sweat from those who were still fiercely dancing at the middle of the club.

Meanwhile, in one corner, there was a woman sitting alone in a drinks bar accompanied by the alcohol she had ordered before. She was seen staring at another man who was also sitting not far from her sitting spot. The man who was also aware of her gaze turned around and carved a sweet smile, making the girl to shyly blushed. She then sipped on her drink to relieve the embarrassment before she got startled by a voice that suddenly greeted her out of nowhere.

“Are you new?” He asked.

His voice dripping with honey, not too deep and not too feminine as it’s sounds a bit raspy to her ears. A seductive smile and droopy eyes staring at her that had her heart beating a little bit too faster than usual.

“Kinda. I always want to try the alcohol here,” she said. He then stares at the glass in her hand.

“Martini. Nice one,” He complimented. “Whiskey sour is my favorite,” he added, showing her his half empty glass. She just smiled before he lifted his glass, signaling her for a cheer which she then clashed her glasses with his.

“What’s your name?” He asked first before sipping his drink.

“Yerin,”

“Cute. I’m Jimin,” He reached out for a handshake. Yerin happily accept it but when she about to pull back, Jimin tighten the grip of his hold while staring deep into her face, causing the girl to get flustered, especially when she saw the way his pupil dilated and get darker as he darted his tongue out to wet the bottom of his lips.

“I wonder if you’re…single?”

Her back slammed against the brick wall before Jimin once again hovered her to attack her lips for another messy, rough kiss. Yerin let out a breathy moan, her hands wrapping around his neck to deepen the kiss.

“Jimin, Jimin!” She tapped his shoulders for attention but he didn’t seem to listen when he continued to french kissing her like there is no tomorrow.

“Let’s get a room, yeah?” She suggested after she managed to get him off from her for a while. He pouted. “But I can’t wait any longer,” He whined.

Yerin blushed. “It’s embarrassing to have people watching,” She replied while looking around the alley. It was dark but anyone could freely walk in to them so she rather doing it in a closed area. “I will rent a room and I’ll let you do whatever you want, okay?”

Jimin’s lips curled into a mischief smile and nodded. He gets off to let her walk out from the alley towards the open streets but after like one or two step, her way got blocked by someone, judging from a strange silhouette in front of her.

“Who-“

Yerin looked up and saw you, standing in front of her with switchblade in your hand, pointing towards her. Her brows connecting in a confusing manner.

She recognizes you. You are the woman sitting next to her at the bar back then. She remembers you ordering beer next to her and silently drinking while Yerin still busy having her great time with Jimin before.

But why are you suddenly show up like this? Pointing a knife at the base of her throat in a threatening manner like she doesn’t even know you!

Yerin doesn’t even get a chance to scream because you had slashed her neck open with the switchblade, the blood splatter on your black dress and some even landed on your face too.

The woman collapses lifelessly with her eyes still wide open. You breathe out meanwhile Jimin stepping out from the shadow with a grin.

“That was beautiful, baby!” He applauded, referring to the gruesome image in front of him. You sent him a glare before let out a grunt while walking away, earning a confuse look from your boyfriend.

“Hey! At least get her wallet! Gosh,”

Jimin get into the car after he managed to retrieve the wallet and some jewelry belongs to their previous victim and he saw you wiping the remaining blood on your face, even trying to erase the red lipstick painted on your lips but Jimin was quick enough to stop you from doing so.

“Why are you trying to ruin your lipstick? You know I like it,” He whined, lips jutting into a disappointed pout.

“Uh huh. I know. That’s why I wear this for you but I always ended up seeing you kissing someone else. So, what’s the point?”

You tugged your wrist back while Jimin drew a smile. “Come on. This is not the first time we doing this. You kissed and seduced someone else too. Fair and square, isn’t it?”

“You think I enjoyed it!?” you barked.

“Woah, chill their babe. Okay, I’m sorry, okay?” He apologized, bringing both his palm together in an apologetic manner. You instead glared at him, brows still creasing together.

“Fuck you!” Your snarl doesn’t intimidate him at all that he replied with a wide grin since he knew that you didn’t mean those words at all.

“I love you too,” he reached out for your face to cup them in his palm, squishing your cheeks gently that even you automatically leaned in for more contact since you’re too used to his affectionate touches.

“Do you want me to kiss you?” His whisper makes your eyes flicked up to meet with his face, at the same time making your expression to soften as soon as you met with the pretty face of him.

“Yes please,” With a nod, you answered. He didn’t let you wait for any other second as he crashed his plump lips on your soft one. You quickly buried your fingers into the his light blonde locks, messing them a bit while your lips busy moving in sync to his kiss as if they just found their rightful home.

When he arrived at the scene, he could see group of people circling around the area. Seokjin padded his way towards the crime site, carefully slipping in between the crowds who chattering and whispering at the sight of the forensic team busy taking photos and collecting evidence.

“Captain Kim,” Seokjin immediately turned around when his underling coming from behind. Namjoon then handed up some pieces of photos to him. It was the photograph of the victims and some close up to the wounds that was believed to be the cause of her death.

“Victim known as Shin Yerin, 26 years old was found dead by the bartender of the nearer club this morning. The body has been brought to the forensic for autopsy. They however assumed that the victim had been slit in the neck by a sharp weapon, thus being the cause of her death. After a few more research, victims also lost her jewelries and purse which led it to a murder and robbery case,” Namjoon summarized everything he could get from his early investigation.

“I believe the crime was committed by the same persons,” He added. Seokjin pursed his lips.

“It’s definitely them,” He sighed. He obviously was talking about you and Park Jimin.

You and Park Jimin are the infamous criminal partners that are currently being at the top of the police wanted list. Based on some witnesses, both of you are known to be a pair of attractive that would seduce their victims, lure them into a quiet spot to brutally murder them – by slashing their neck – before proceeding to fled along with valuable things belongs to the victims.

“This is their fourth victim, Captain…” Namjoon said with worries painted all over his face. “We can’t let them roaming around any longer. They will put more people in danger,”

Seokjin was silent for a while, staring at the chalk outlines that used to mark the original position of the dead victim.

“What did she do in her past?”

Namjoon let out a sigh, as if he knew what is running in his head when his superior began to throw that question. Namjoon flipped the notepad in his hand to read another information he has written down before.

“Shin Yerin, has a history involving hit and run case. The case happened around 2 months ago where she ran over a 12 years old boy. The boy died. She was arrested but later was released with no specific reason. I believe it involved bribery,”

Seokjin smirked. “Heh, I knew it,”

One thing he are sure about this couple is that they didn’t target just random people. Majority of their victims are people that have criminal past that most of them managed to get away from getting the punishment they deserve. For example, their previous victim is a man in 50s, whose the occupation is a teacher at one of the private schools in Seoul. He was once reported to have sexually assaulted some of his students, both boys and girls but he was freed from being sentence as they said that he lacked of evidence.

A week later, he was found dead in a car with his pants half undone other than the familiar slash on his neck which obviously, it was your doing.

Namjoon let out a low grunt which it immediately distracted Seokjin. “But it’s still doesn’t justify their actions, Captain. Murder is still considered as murder. Those are crimes and they need to be charged over it!” Namjoon exclaimed.

“You know something about them, isn’t it, Captain?” The younger squinted his eyes at him. “You are the only officer that managed to see their face. Why you didn’t give out their details when we ask for your testimony?”

Seokjin glared at him with brows a deep frown. “I told you that I barely saw their face. I don’t know how they look. Do you really think I’m lying? You doubt me?” The older guy had both his palm on his hips while staring deep into Namjoon’s soul.

“I’m sorry, sir. I did not mean to offend you. I’m just making sure,” Namjoon lowered his head, cowering at Seokjin’s sharp stare that didn’t stop from penetrating his face. It made him realized that he probably has spoken something he shouldn’t. Seokjin snorted.

“Whatever. Send reports on my table once they are done with the autopsy. Call me if you guys need anything,” Namjoon nodded. Seokjin turned his heels around as he slowly walking away, with Namjoon bowing at him while telling him to have a safe journey. Seokjin quietly fishing out his phone out of his jeans.

He slammed the door of his car shut once he entered it with his eyes still glued to the screen of his phone. It was shown that he was calling someone with “***” saved as the ID of the mysterious person. Seokjin quickly pressed his phone on his ears while eyes looking out if anyone is watching him at the moment.

Hums and giggles can be heard throughout the air. Clothes can be seen scattering on the floor of the hotel room and there’s also two figures hiding under the thick white comforters before one of them decided to pop out to take a breath after being confine under it for a long period of time. Jimin later on followed that he appeared on top of you just to cup your face and smooched your lips again and again.

The kissing got interrupted when your phone on the nightstand rang but you decided to ignore it by letting Jimin proceed with the making out, not even bothering to shove him to answer the call or anything.

But as the time goes on, the ringtones start to irritates your ears that you told Jimin to hold on so you could check on whoever the hell that was bothering you at the moment. Your eyes rolled when you see the ‘Captain Busybody’ ID popped up at the top of your screen. You never felt this confident when rejecting someone’s call, especially from that person.

“Is it him?” Jimin asked. You nodded, lips pouting.

“Ignore him,” He dived into your naked collarbone to leave another mark even though your skins are already full with his love bites he made from last night. But you never complain, instead you enjoyed the way his lips trailing down your skins, making it way to your stomach, lower and lower.

“Yeah, Jimin. Please eat me out, will you?” You demanded, inviting a Cheshire like grin on his lips.

“Of course, m’lady..”

You leaned back on the pillow, relaxing your body and let Jimin do his work when another ringing breaking the moment, making your eyes to shot open. An annoyed groan emits from your throat as you rolled to get the phone and answer it because if you don’t, he will definitely not letting you leaving in peace.

“What the fuck do you want?” No hello or hi, you straight growling at Seokjin. The male’s guess was right though.

“Sorry. Did I bother you?”

“You always bothering me. Are you not aware of that?”

“Is Jimin with you?” His question makes your eyes moving lower to look at your boyfriend who just came up to comfortably lying on your chest, one of his hand fondling with one of your boobs, treating them like a stress ball. When he saw you looking at him, he just draws an adorable smile without saying any words.

“He is. Now, what do you want?” You replied lazily.

“We found another bodies today,” His unimportant information makes you to rolled your eyes once again.

“Okay and?”

“You two did it?”

“So, what if we did it? That woman is one of the scums on this Earth too. Sleeping with your higher ups in return for a jail bail. She deserves to get her neck slashed by me,” You glanced at Jimin who obviously was proud by your witty answer. But, of course, Seokjin was not having it.

“You still can get arrested, y/n. You are literally one of the most wanted criminals right now along with Jimin! Do you ever plan to stop?”

“Blah, blah. Are you done? We are busy right now. If that’s what you want to talk about, I’m hanging up,” You wish you could throw your phone away and let Jimin fuck you senselessly like what he supposed to do.

“I’m being serious, Y/N!”

“So am I,” This time you sat up a little bit but your boyfriend still clinging on your chest, burying his face into your skin despite you have those annoyed frowns on your face since he know, the frowns aren’t made for him.

“Look, Seokjin. We broke up ages ago. Back then when you barely care about me as you are busy chasing your dream to be a police officer. Now, you got what you want and I’m happy with my life too,” Seokjin scoffed at your last statements.

“Your life? Your life as a criminal? Are you happy with that?” His question earned him a chuckle.

“Yeah, so what? I chose this. I don’t care about your nags or if you disagree with my choice, just stop sticking your nose into my business like you are my mother. We are supposed to be done long time ago!” You ended the call with a loud grunt before tossing them to the side of your bed. Jimin’s snuggling into your neck made you to close your eyes and taking a deep breathe to soothe your anger.

“You alright?” Your boyfriend brushing some strands of your hair that were sticking on your face. You nodded, drawing a tiny smile at him. He never fails not to make you feeling calmer everytime you look at those eyes. The eyes that deceive lot of people despite on how innocent they look.

“Yeah. You know, Seokjin just bothering me like what he always does,” You let out a sigh while brushing your hair back. Jimin smiled as he once again snuggling into your skins like a cat which only make you to giggle when his breathe tickling your skins.

“Understandable. I mean, I, too, wouldn’t stop bothering if you looking this gorgeous,” You burst into a laugh when his ticklish touch spreading to your sensitive spots on your neck that make you to fall your back on the mattress where even Jimin immediately get on top of you.

You stuck your tongue out to licked on your bottom lips as your palms running down his bare chest, your fingers dancing on the inked skins at his abdomen.

“I love you,” You whispered. Jimin tilted his head, lips never stop smiling at you while he rests his forearms above your head to support his weight. He somehow didn’t respond you right away to planted a soft kiss on your lips before he finally whispered something against your lips.

“I love you too,”

A/N : This is pretty short bcs its just introduction to the characters haha next chapter would be a flashback to y/n’s early backstory

#jimin #bts #bts smut #park jimin #bts jimin #jimin imagine #bts imagine

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k-comfyspace · 3 years

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Comfortable

Idol: Choi Yena (Izone)

Request: Yes

Love: Could I ask if you could bring Yena back to school? And reader is the cold quiet person but when Yena came she changed reader then a certain event happens where reader realizes that Yena already made her soft and allowed Themself to be comfortable around Yena? Thanks a lot!

A/n: I can’t believe this is the first time I’m writing this kind of story line, I’m ashamed of myself. Pouring all my feelings....2

Warning: Small amount of violence.

You tapped on the straps of your bag, music playing in your ears as you walked through the halls. Ignoring the other students as you made your way through the maze of people. It was like any normal day where you did the same, go to school, go home, then sleep. It was a routine for you, happening at the same time right when it should be.

It was one of the reasons that gave you an excuse for your behavior being so cold and quiet. Because the things you experienced everyday were boring and repetitive.

You arrived in front of your class, moving to your usual seat and looking outside the window. Sighing as you were about to begin another day of school but your routine didn’t seem to go the same way today.

Your teacher was 15 minutes late, some students would’ve loved it, but unfortunately for you it was your favorite period. Sighing, you rested your chin on your palm, humming to yourself as the rest of the class spoke with each other, leaving you to be inside your own world like usual.

They knew you wouldn’t speak with them, after the first few weeks you had a lot of people approach you, wanting to be friends and inviting you to their groups but you merely glanced at them and walked the other way, not speaking nor turning back to give any sort of comment or response.

After that day nobody came to you, leaving you by yourself, and honestly you were okay with that, you never wanted to associate with anyone else anyway.

When the class door opened you all stood to pay respects to your teacher, noticing a few girls trailing behind her as she apologized for being late and greeted everyone in the class. When everyone was seated you observed the girls who stood in front and only one thought came into your mind.

They were really pretty.

“Please, everyone, meet our new transferee’s,” the teacher said and allowed each girl to introduce themselves. One by one saying their names while the boys at the back kept flirting and calling them playfully.

“Hello! Choi Yena, Nice to meet you all,” the last girl waved around the class before her eyes locked with you, her smile seemingly brightening when she stopped at you before moving back with the others.

“Alright, again from the left we have, Chaewon, Hyewon, Yena, and Yuri, let’s all give them a warm welcome for choosing our school.”

The four girls chose their own seats, each having one around the room before your teacher started with the lesson, making sure to call out to them if they needed any help. While you continued to listen and write down in your notebook.

An hour later the bell finally rang, your teacher giving a few reminders before she dismissed the class. You packed your things, making sure you didn’t leave anything before leaving the class, as you made your way outside your teacher suddenly called for you, making you turn to the front where she was with the four transferees.

You walked back to the front looking at your teacher before she spoke to the girls, “Y/n, I was hoping to ask for a favor,” She said and you already had a vague idea of what she was going to ask you. You nodded telling her that it was alright before she gestured to the girls.

“Since the girls are new here I was hoping you could look after them around for a while until they get accustomed to the grounds and locations, if it’s alright with you.”

It wasn’t a secret that you did well in school, you may have been lacking in social skills and communication but you were blessed when it came to studying and working. Some students looked up to you and the teachers loved you, you were the student that every teacher dreamed of having.

So you nodded, agreeing since you couldn’t say no to your teacher anyway. She was nice and treated you well so you accepted the offer willingly, nothing bad could come out from teaching the new girls around.

—-

“Yah, Y/n, when would you ever talk? Just once!,”

You rolled your eyes, staying quietly while you read the book in front of you. While the girl beside you shook your arm, pestering you again and again.

“Just a simple yes or no? Come on, I’ve been here for nearly 5 months and you still can’t speak to me that isn’t related to school?” She complained and before she could speak again the teacher came, thankfully stopping Yena before she could do more damage on your ears.

When you decided that helping out the four girls would be easy, you wanted to travel back and tell yourself how stupid that decision was. Because only the following weeks after was the time where you noticed how much that decision changed your life.

You went from having everyone ignore you, to suddenly having the whole student body crowding the path you walked, just because the five girls that were assigned to you, became your friends. Not that it was a bad thing, having Hyewon, Chaewon, Yena, and Yuri as your friends were great. They were lovely people and honestly who wouldn’t want four gorgeous girls as their friend.

But sometimes it could get a little out of hand, especially given the energetic state from Yena which blossomed when she grew closer to you. Though you constantly pushed her away and ignored her every day, she still kept talking to you, in a way you were both stubborn, you kept ignoring her and she would also ignore you.

It was ironic really, you kept ignoring her, telling her to go away, yet when you arrive at your house, you already are missing the energetic duck. Maybe it was because the air got silent and you were used to the noisy environment when you were at school or it could be because you were already fond of the girl without even realizing it.

Your actions have become more affectionate, at every class you keep glancing at Yena, making sure she understood the lesson. When you walk in the busy hallways you always keep close just to make sure she isn't getting lost.

While the other students always complain why they would hang out with you instead of them, Yena was always the first to speak up and defend you earning a look of admiration for the girl as she defended you while almost everyone glared at you.

Granted, the other girls were also nice, but there was just something about Yena that made her stand out than the others and it wasn’t just the fact that she was louder compared to the other three.

—

At times Yena knew she had a crowd following her, practically everywhere she was she had a crowd of students tailing her. She’s never had this much attention, that she didn’t know how much the other girls despised her.

So one afternoon, Yena was walking outside, classes just ended and you were called by your teacher to help with something. You told her that you would only be a minute, but Yena was easily bored so she left and decided to roam around.

When she found herself in the locker rooms she suddenly felt a sudden force push her to the side, colliding her with the lockers.

She groaned looking up to see three girls glaring at her. Yena furrowed her eyebrows, looking at the three with confusion before she felt a sting on her cheek followed by her head snapping to the side.

She gasped, her hand flying to her cheek, “I’ve always wanted to do that?”

A yelp came from her when the girl grabbed her by the hair and lifted her head, “What? Who are you?” Yena muttered and the girl laughed before glaring at her.

“We were the girls that you took the spotlight from, we were doing great before all of you came, you think you can just come here and take that from us?”

The girl scoffed before she glared at Yena, “I never wanted to take your light, you wanted it back then you can have it,” Yena said trying to avoid any more problems but the girl chuckled before tightening her grip on Yena’s hair.

“You think it’s all about that? All I wanted is Y/n and you came here and took them!” She yelled before sighing and looking at Yena who suddenly grew confused.

“Y/n?” She asked which made the three girls cackle before they stared at Yena with disappointment. “You really are an oblivious one are you?”

“Can’t you see it, you’re the only one who made Y/n soft. The person they allow to be near them and talk with them. I tried for months to get them to notice me but when you came they willingly let you talk to them. What makes you so special?”

“Because she’s not like you,”

The girl snapped her head to the side, her eyes widening when she saw you, your hands clenched by your side as you watched the scene in front of you. All four of them froze in their place as you walked to Yena, the girl backing away allowing you to help Yena as you brushed her clothes.

“I told you to wait for me,” you muttered before turning around to see the three girls’ eyes filled with annoyance and fear.

“I’m reporting this to the principal, so get ready,” you said blankly before leaving, a small smirk crossing on your lips when you saw their panicked looks, wrapping your arm around Yena as you guided her away from the school.

Once you were out the gate Yena didn’t waste a second to wrap her arms around you and pull you into a hug. Catching you off guard as your eyes widened, your arms staying stiff by your sides while Yena hugged you.

A few moments later Yena realized what she was doing and pulled back, her face burning as she awkwardly apologized for putting you in an awkward situation. You nodded at her assuring her that it was fine before an awkward silence lingered. Both of you wanted it to end but neither seemed to want to part from each other.

That is until Yena cleared her throat, “I-uh should get going,” she said and you nodded at her thinking if you should say something but settled with a nod.

Yena waited for a while before she turned, walking away from you and you watched thinking if you should do something before she finally left your vision.

You decided not to but your mind had an idea of its own and called out to her, Yena stopping in her tracks and turning to look at you with a certain glint of happiness in her eyes. “You wanna take a detour?” Was all you said before Yena came back to you with a smile on her face.

—

“...everyone never spoke to me, they knew that I wouldn’t respond anyway, they all ignored me. But that doesn’t mean that they would let me pass that easily, some got offended, started calling me names, the cool kids picking on me, girls gossiping, throwing out lies just to make fun of me. But eventually it passed and they considered me as that kid who didn’t have anyone,”

You finished with a sigh, your eyes set on the sunset as you swung your feet against the side of the edge.

You brought Yena to the top of the cliff you usually would hang around during the weekends. It was a place you considered peaceful since there was nobody around to nag you or be a nuisance. It was a relaxing place to release all the stress that you’ve been holding and keeping inside.

Now another person knew about it and it didn’t bother you one bit.

Yena stared at your side profile for a while, her mind processing the given information as she thought about what she would say, but she thought about nothing.

So she let the silence sit for a while, choosing to stare at the sunset before she sighed, contemplating if she should talk or not but when she opened her mouth you already beat her to it.

“How do you do it?” You asked and Yena looked at you, confused at where the question came from or why.

“How do I do what?”

“How do you affect me so much?” Your sudden honesty made Yena double take, looking at you with wide eyes while you continued to smile at the view.

“This is the first time I felt something this weird, you’re the only one who actually made me care.” You said choosing to just be honest since it was also confusing you on what was happening to you.

“I smile more, I think more, and I often found myself missing someone that I don’t even know,” you turned your head to look at Yena who this time was the one looking at the view with a small smile on her lips.

“I just know what I want,” she said quietly but enough for you to hear it as a sudden ticklish feeling spread around your chest.

“W-what,” you stuttered your face suddenly feeling hot making you cover your cheeks as you turned away from Yena,

“What are you saying,” you muttered before hearing a giggle come from the girl beside you, followed by a tingling sensation in your stomach. “You know what I meant silly,”

A squeak came from your mouth when Yena suddenly moved beside you and rested her head against your shoulder closing her eyes as she relished the warmth that spread throughout her whole body, inhaling your scent before she sighed, seemingly comfortable in her position while you sat stiffly and both of you sat there for a while, your body slowly relaxing on its own.

“You know I’m a little hard to get along with,” you said after a while causing Yena to hum before she shrugged her shoulders. “I got this far, why stop now?” She said softly before you finally relaxed your body adjusting to the position and the presence of another person.

Then you glanced down, for the first time noticing that Yena wasn’t just pretty, she was beautiful the way the sun lights up her features, her hair flowing down perfectly and how she looked peaceful.

You sighed, leaning your head down to rest on Yena’s before it suddenly clicked, the reason why you would be soft for Yena, why she stood out not just from the four of girls but every person in the student body.

She made you feel…

“....comfortable.”

#yena #choi yena #izone yena #yena imagines #yena scenarios #izone scenarios #izone imagines #girl group #girl group scenarios #gorl group imagines #izone

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sunflowershouyou · 4 years

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♡ Kenma’s crush

genre: fluff

warnings: none

pairing: Kenma Kozume x f!reader

in which Kenma has a crush on you but he doesn’t realise it until Kuroo mentions it and this makes it harder for him to be near you.

word count: 1981

‘Bye Kenma! See you during lunchtime!’ said Kuroo.

'Uhm.. yeah see ya.’ waved Kenma and went to his classroom.

He left his backpack on his desk, sat down on the chair and started playing one of his games as usual. His days were pretty ordinary - school, lunch, practice, homework, sleep and playing games in between those activities. And this morning was nothing different than any other mornings until…

'Good morning everyone!’

Yes, actually the last couple of months weren’t exactly that ordinary for Kenma. Every day was normal to him until he hears your voice. You were so cheerful and full of life this early in the morning that Kenma couldn’t help but wonder how do you do that. How do you manage to look so pretty every day, to sound so nice and happy, to always be polite and helpful and most importantly how do you manage to still be on his mind.

Kenma was looking right at his game when he heard you. His hair was blocking everything around him but he still managed to peek. You looked beautiful as always. You went straight to you desk which was the one in front of his. When you passed by Kenma he quietly said 'Good morning’ almost impossible for anyone to hear it but you heard it.

'Good morning Kenma-san!’ you smiled at him and went to your place. He immediately blushed and was trying really hard to focus on the game.

School day was nearly over. The only thing left was practice. Everything went fine and couch Nekomata was more than proud of the team.

'Hey Kenma, me and Yaku are going to study at the school library. Do you wanna join us?’ asked Kuroo.

'Yeah… why not. But I’m waiting for the new game to come out so I won’t stay for too long’ said Kenma.

Yaku nodded 'Cool! Kai, Yamamoto you wanna join?’

'Ummm no thanks Yaku-san.’

'I can’t either. I have some work to do at home.’ added Kai.

Everyone said goodbye to each other and Yaku, Kuroo and Kenma headed to the library.

'Hey Kenma’

'Yes Kuroo..’

'Since we’re gonna study together… is there a subject in which you need help? You know me and Yaku are 3rd years.’ said Kuroo while smiling.

'Thank you but I think I’m good for now.’

'Tch…being your senpai is really hard sometimes you know Kenma.’

'Well he’s not like certain someone who lacks everything except science…’ jokingly said Yaku.

'EXCUSE ME-’

Kenma opened the door to the library completely ignoring his two noisy friends when he saw you. You were also there. Kenma gulped and couldn’t take his eyes off of you.

'Oh hi Kenma-san!’ you greeted.

He realised he’s been staring at you for a couple of seconds and tried to look the other way while saying 'Hello’ to you.

The three boys sat on the table next to yours. Kenma could sense your parfume. Suddenly he became nervous.

Yaku saw that and asked 'Kenma? Is everything alright? Do you need anything?’

'More like anyONE?’ added Kuroo.

Both Yaku and Kenma were very confused.

While studying Kenma had hard time concentrating because he always peeked at what you were doing. You were just reading but he couldn’t stop watching you. Suddenly you stood up and left the book you were reading on one of the shelves. Before leaving the library you said goodbye to Kenma which again made him blush and embarrassed because once again you caught him staring at you.

After you left he felt kinda sad but had no idea why. Kuroo was smirking the whole time while watching Kenma observing you.

———————

Kenma and Kuroo headed home and the tall boy was dying of curiosity.

'Hey Kenma’

'Hm what is it?’

'Didn’t you say you had to go home early? Why did you stay so late?’

'I don’t know…no reason.’

'Is that so…’

Both of them walked for a while in complete silence when Kuroo decided to break it.

'Who was that girl by the way?’

Kenma was a little embarrassed by that question.

'Um… she’s from my class. Why?’

'Just asking… so what’s her name?’

'Y/N.’

'She seems nice.’

'Yes, she is.’

'Are you friends?’

'Kuroo, why are you asking so many questions?’

'Oh no reason… just curious.’

'Okay.’

Another two minutes of silence had passed and Kuroo couldn’t hold it in anymore.

'When are you going to tell her that you like her?’

Kenma’s face became red. He stopped walking fully taken aback by the question.

'What?! I don’t… I don’t like her!’

'You don’t? Hmm because it seems like you do. ’

'I don’t.’

'You do.’

'I don’t.’

'You do.’

…

'I don’t.’

'You do.’

-the next morning-

Kenma was thinking about you the whole night. Usually he stayed up late because of a game but this time it was different. He couldn’t sleep because of you. Maybe he did like you. Maybe he wasn’t just nervous around you. He was wondering for the last couple of months why was he acting weird around you but he never thought that he liked you. Yes you are beautiful, smart, witty, cute and friendly but he never imagined he would fall for you. This feeling was completely new for him. He’s very observant and analytical, he’s the brain of Nekoma volleyball team after all, but this thing…his feelings for you made him clueless and confused. He tried his best to stay calm but looking at your back, neck and hair the whole day was nearly impossible for him. It was easier to control the feelings before but now that he knew why he’s like that he couldn’t even stay still.

Throughout the whole day he was playing a game desperately trying to not think about you. Everything was going well until you approached him.

'Is that the new game?’

Kenma’s cheeks got that cute shade of pink as soon as you spoke.

'Uhm.. y-yes it is… you know it?’

'Of course! I’ve been waiting for it since forever! Are the graphics really that good? Which character are you playing with? Did you unlock the new magic spells?’

You asked Kenma so many questions that he stopped functioning. He was listening to you but he felt so shy that he couldn’t even answer you. Luckily Kuroo was about to pick Kenma and go to have lunch together when he saw the two of you.

'Yo Kenma let’s go! Hey you’re the girl from yesterday!’

You turned around to see one of your classmate’s teammates.

'Hello! I’m Y/N nice to meet you!’

'I’m Kuroo Tetsurou, 3rd year. Nice to meet you too!’

'I’m coming Kuroo.’ said Kenma and rushed to his friend.

'Y/N’ Kuroo called you.

'Yes?’

'Do you wanna come with us? Maybe you can continue with your conversation. Sorry for interrupting it by the way.’ suggested Kuroo and brushed the back of his head.

'Y-yes! If it’s also okay with you Kenma-san.’ you looked at Kenma which made him even more shy.

'He would love to!’ exclaimed Kuroo.

Kuroo was more than happy to see his best friend finally talking to his crush. He felt that being Kenma’s matchmaker is his duty and tried everything he could to make both of you feel comfortable. Kenma was still shy but thanks to his friend he gained some courage and answered all of your questions. He even let you play to show you the new game features.

—————————-

Two weeks have passed since that day and you felt that Kenma was getting more comfortable around you. He still blushed and was a bit nervous but it really showed that the two of you were getting closer. He even walked you home but Kuroo was always with you. The truth is Kenma wanted Kuroo to be around for emotional support. Little pudding hair struggled with keeping the conversation and at some point actually thought that you enjoyed Kuroo’s company more.

Every day you waited for Kuroo to come so that the three of you could walk home. That day though Kuroo told his friend the last minute that he had to stay at school because one of the teachers wanted to talk with him. He was obviously lying and Kenma sensed that but he couldn’t just leave you so he walked you home. It was the first time for both of you to be just the two of you. It was very awkward in the beginning when you shouted 'One!’ and pointed at a stray cat.

'What?’ Kenma was very confused.

'My dad and I used to count stray cats when I was little… it’s like a little race… I’m sorry I just recalled of that…’ you shyly said.

'Oh one for me as well!’ excitedly announced Kenma.

You thought Kenma would find your idea to break the ice dumb but it actually worked.

The whole way to your home both of you were looking around to find cats and even jokingly argued who found the cat first.

'Kenma-san this kitty looks just like you!’

'How is that Y/N?’

'Look it has your hairstyle!’

The boy looked at the cream coloured little cat with a black spot on its head between the ears.

'I guess it does look a bit like me.’

'Now we know even if you become a cat you’ll still look cute’

This sentence made Kenma’s heart skipba beat. He definitely didn’t expect to hear that.

'Oh we arrived. Thank you for walking me home Kenma-san!’ you smiled and went to open the front door.

'Y/N!’ the boy said loudly which startled you a little.

'Yes?’

'Um…’ Kenma looked extremely nervous. It seemed like he had something important to tell you and yet he could do it. Then he added 'I wanted to say that… um…’ he sighed 'they announced the new dragon game…’

You looked at him a bit confused. He cringed at what he said because that was not the thing he wanted to tell you.

'Oh… really… that’s cool.’

The boy saw you turning away and wanted to stop you. This was probably his only chance to do it so he finally got the courage.

'No! Actually I wanted to tell you something else…’

'Okay… what is it?’ you asked.

Kenma gulped and felt his palms sweating. Then he quietly said 'I l-l-like you…’. It was so quiet that you couldn’t hear him.

'I’m sorry I didn’t catch that.’

'I like you, Y/N’ he said almost shouting.

There were a few seconds of silence, enough for you to feel little butterflies in your stomach.

'I was worried that you may have changed your mind.’ you chuckled.

'Huh?’

'I like you too, Kenma-san!’

You went to him and gave him a little peck on his cheek.

'Then see you on Monday, Kenma-san!’

He stood right in front of you completely speechless.

'Hey Y/N do you want to go somewhere… sometime and maybe… do something? Of course if you’re free… this weekend?’

You found him to be so adorable that you couldn’t help but giggle a little.

'I would love that!’

'Goodbye, Y/N’

'Bye, Kenma-san!’

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The whole time while going home Kenma was smiling and his cheeks were burning. In front of his house was Kuroo.

'Sooo… you finally confessed huh?’

'How do you know?’

'I’ve never seen you happier, Kenma’

'Yeah… I guess I really like her. Thank you, Kuroo.’

'Anytime. I’m glad you did it.’

Kuroo looked behind his friend and saw the tiny kitty that’s been following him.

'Hey, Kenma this cat looks just like you!’

'Oh yeah… and it also brought a friend.’

'Doesn’t this one kinda look like Y/N?’

'Hmm…I guess you’re right. She would also be cute as a cat.’

Kuroo looked at Kenma not knowing what he was talking about but he was smiling. Kuroo knew how happy you’ve made his best friend.

Thank you for reading!

- sunflowershouyou 🌻

[19.09.2020]

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