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yellowsuitcase · 5 years ago

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I missed you // Draco Malfoy

A/N: This was an anonymous request I received about 4 days ago. It took me a while to write it because school was A LOT this week and I’ve been so exhausted from trying to keep up with everything. I’ve also started trying to shift so if anyone has any tips on that, please let me know! Otherwise, I hope you enjoy!

Summary: Draco and Y/N have mutually broken up and have started experimenting with other people. But it’s only a matter of time before Draco gets jealous.

Warning(s): Swearing

Word Count: 2.5k

It was for the best. Wasn’t it? He didn’t love her anymore, and nor did she. That happens sometimes. People just fall out of love. It was mutual; there was no fight, nobody was angry. The relationship had run its course, no feed to fuss about it. Besides, it wouldn’t have made sense for them to remain, boyfriend and girlfriend, when they’d each lost feelings.

If all of that is true...then why does it hurt so much? Y/N wondered as she lay flat on her back, the bedsheets around her in disarray from all her tossing and turning. She knew there was no way she’d find sleep easily tonight, not after the breakup. She felt as if a piece of her had been forcefully ripped from her. But why? She had a hunch for almost an entire month that she’d lost feelings for Draco. Shouldn’t she have been prepared for the end? Alas, Y/N knew that completely preparing oneself for a breakup is an impossible feat.

These thoughts swirled through her brain as she finally closed her eyes. She clutched the sheets in her palms, trying to ground herself. Her forehead was tense with wrinkles as she was already anticipating the nightmares. But nevertheless, after a few more minutes of restlessness, her body’s need for slumber overtook her.

When she awoke the next morning, she could practically feel the bags sitting under her eyes. She could only guess that her sleep had been plagued with nightmares as she was lucky enough not to have any recollection. Her head pounded as she sat up in her bed. Her roommate gave her a pitiful and knowing look. Y/N took in a deep breath and clambered out of bed.

It didn’t take her very long to get ready since she frankly didn’t care whether or not she looked presentable today. She made sure her teeth were brushed and that her tie was on correctly and walked out of the dorms. Truthfully, she knew she wasn’t very hungry, but people would ask questions if she missed breakfast. While walking to the Great Hall, she was startled by someone jumping right in front of her.

“Good morning!” George Weasley said. “Why the long face?”

Y/N gave him a weak smile and said, “I didn’t sleep well, that’s all.”

George looked skeptical but pushed no further. He fell into step beside her.

“Where’s Freddie?” she asked.

“Morning detention with Filch, he slipped a puking pastille into his drink.”

“You had nothing to do with it?” she asked, a doubtful smile on her lips.

George shrugged, smirking as he did so. “I have my ways,” he said while bumping her shoulder slightly. She looked up at him with a fake mean glare as they strode into the Great Hall. Y/N caught sight of Draco immediately. He was where he always sat in the morning. Usually, she would’ve made a beeline for the space next to him. Today, that spot was taken by Pansy Parkinson, a Slytherin girl who had always taken a keen liking to Draco. Y/N stopped in her tracks and stared. Pansy was fawning over him, running her hands up his arms. Y/N felt anger begin to rise in her chest...but then she remembered.

Shaking her head, she forced her feet to follow George to where he had sat down at the Gryffindor table. He was talking animatedly with his mates and didn’t notice Y/N standing behind him awkwardly while she tried to figure out whether or not she was wanted at the table; she was a Slytherin after all.

George eventually took notice of the presence behind him when his friend nodded his head towards her. “Y/N, did you want to sit? Thought you’d be with Malfoy. Has something happened?”

She sighed as she threw her leg over the bench and sat down. “Yeah, we broke up,” she said softly.

“Broke up? He didn’t do anything, did he?” George asked while turning to look at Draco.

“No, no. It was mutual. He didn’t do anything.”

“Good. Well, cheer up then. You’re a free woman now. The world is yours, right?”

Y/N smiled at George. “Yeah, you’re right, it is. I don’t know why I’ve been sulking so much. I lost feelings, and so did he. Nothing more to it.”

“Yeah, that’s the spirit! Who needs Malfoy anyway?” George bellowed, successfully making Y/N giggle. She felt her stomach rumble. This surprised her; she didn’t expect to be in a good enough mood to be hungry. But the buttered rolls on the table now looked extremely appetizing.

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{A few months later}

Draco paced back and forth in front of the mirror. He was nervous. In nearly twenty minutes, he’d be on his first date since breaking up with Y/N. He couldn’t believe he was really going on a date. With Pansy Parkinson, nonetheless. These past few months, she’d really grown on him. She was from a pureblood family, she was kind to him, and she was rather pretty. Draco knew his parents would love her. He could only hope he could grow to do the same.

He gathered his courage and left the bathroom. They had agreed to meet outside the potions classroom. It was an odd location, but Pansy suggested it, and Draco had no reason to object it. As he walked down the middle of the corridors, his mind began to race. What would she be wearing? Would she like him? Would they become boyfriend and girlfriend after this? Would Y/N find out? What would she think?

Draco’s face grew tense. What a silly thought to have. He wouldn’t actually date Pansy. And as for Y/N, he knew she wouldn’t care. She and George have had a thing for a few weeks now. They were always holding hands or sitting shoulder to shoulder, lovey-dovey stuff like that. He had even given her a kiss on the cheek. The image of it was burned into Draco’s memory.

He was pulled out of his thoughts when he saw Pansy outside the classroom. She had her back leaned against the wall. She donned a dark green dress that reached her mid-thigh. Her hair was wavy and fell over her bare shoulders. Draco exhaled sharply. He felt the anxiety in his stomach but was determined not to show it.

“You clean up nice, Parkinson,” he said cooly and confidently while nodding his chin towards her.

Pansy rolled her eyes, “Thank you, Malfoy. You look handsome as well,” she said while scanning him up and down, her voice slow and sensual. Draco shifted his feet, feeling uncomfortable. “Shall we?” he asked. Pansy smirked and pushed off the wall and sauntered over to him. She reached for his hand and grasped it tightly in hers. Draco had to fight the internal instinct to wriggle his hand out of hers.

Just as they were about to go, they heard a noise from behind them. They turned around saw none other than Y/N, her arms full of potion ingredients and notebooks. She looked like a deer caught in headlights.

“Stealing potion ingredients, Y/N?” Pansy asked with a knowing smirk on her face.

Y/N’s eyes shifted back and forth between the pair. When her eyes landed on their interlocked fingers, she straightened her spine and frowned. “You know perfectly well that we have a section that’s open to students. And it’s none of your business anyway,” she spat.

But Pansy was unfazed. “Lavender, Flobberworm mucus, and valerian sprigs. What’s wrong, Y/N? Can’t fall asleep? Oh no, don’t tell me you get nightmares,” Pansy taunted, using a voice one might use when speaking to a baby or a dog.

Draco watched as Y/N’s face turned red. He knew she’d always struggled with nightmares and would often have to make herself a sleeping draught potion to be able to get some genuine rest. As he looked at the ingredients in her hands, he noticed she was short on a few of them.

“You don’t have enough,” he said without thinking. Both girls’ eyes turned to him. He ignored Pansy’s and instead focused on Y/N’s.

She waited a few beats before replying, “Snape has stopped refilling the supply. He said I need to stop relying on it so much,” she muttered. Her head had turned away from the couple. Draco’s eyebrows knitted together. When did she become so dependent on those potions? While they were together, she’d only need it maybe once every few weeks.

He didn’t have time to wonder about it any further. Pansy had begun walking and dragged Draco with her. Leaving Y/N alone in the cold dungeons, watching them go.

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Draco stared through the leaves of the tree he lied underneath. Classes were over, and he was relaxing before Crabbe and Goyle were bound to come and bother him. The week had dragged on for what seemed like years. Frankly, he was ready to crawl into bed and sleep the next few days away, but he had already made plans for the weekend.

He allowed his eyes to close, and the stress from the week began to leave his body. But his peacefulness was short-lived. Loud cheers made their way to his ears. He sat up angrily, ready to hex whoever decided to irritate him. However, all that frustration dissipated when he saw what people were cheering for. When he saw it, time seemed to stop.

George was holding Y/N in his arms, she was parallel with the ground, and her lips were pressed against his. He was kissing her passionately while her hands gripped his shirt collar.

Draco felt his heart sink. The only word running through his brain was “no.” No, no, no, no. After he watched the scene in front of him for nearly a minute, he decided he couldn’t stand it any longer. He jumped to his feet and stomped out of the courtyard, passing Pansy as he did so.

“Draco, what’s wrong? What’s happened?” she asked, her face was strewn up in confusion as to why Draco’s shoulders were heaving.

“Not now, Parkinson,” Draco snapped.

“But Draco—”

“Shut up! Merlin, do you ever shut that trap of yours?” he shouted at her. Her eyes widened in shock, but Draco paid her no mind. He was halfway down the corridor when he thought better of himself and turned around. Rage overtook his body as he stormed back into the open courtyard and headed right for George and Y/N. They noticed him coming towards them and took a few steps back. George took Y/N’s hand and pulled her behind him.

“What d’you want Malfoy?”

“Move, Weaslebee, I’m not here for you.”

George pursed his lips and withdrew his wand. He was intent on not letting Malfoy come any closer to the girl behind him. “If you’re here for her, you’re not getting her.”

Draco clenched his fists and also withdrew his wand. He aimed it straight at George’s face. “Move,” he demanded.

George widened his stance and raised his wand towards the blonde boy. “No,” he said firmly.

Draco inhaled and opened his mouth, but before he could hex George, a golden light shot towards Draco’s hand, and suddenly his wand was thirty feet across the yard.

Y/N emerged from behind George. Her wand was clutched in her palm. “There’s no need to fight. I can decide whether I want to speak with someone, and I certainly don’t need protection. So if you’ll excuse me, it’s obvious that Draco and I need to have a chat.”

She didn’t waste a moment; she began to make her way towards the exit. Draco quickly came to his senses and went to fetch his wand before hurrying after her.

He followed her through many hallways before she stopped outside the Slytherin dorms. “Salazar,” she muttered. The walls opened up before her, and she and Draco walked down the stairs into the eerie common room.

Y/N took a seat at the couch on the left of the fireplace. It was the couch they’d use to cuddle on after a long day. It felt weird to sit on it now since they both sat on opposite ends.

“Let’s not waste time,” she said, “you’re obviously upset. Care to tell me why?”

Draco scoffed and threw his arm over the back of the leather sofa. “Weasley, huh?”

“Draco, don’t be a git. We’ve been broken up for months. I’m allowed to see other people, aren’t I? I mean, you went on a date with Pansy.”

He shook his head vehemently and shifted in his seat. He couldn’t sit still, he was so angry.

“Speak, Draco. You know we can’t work any of our issues out if you don’t speak,” Y/N reminded him.

He let out an angry sigh and turned to face his ex-girlfriend. He had expected her to look just as mad as him, but instead, her eyes were filled with worry and concern. Her hand was pressed into the couch, and her body was slightly leaning forward. Draco felt the fire within his chest begin to die. He took another breath before talking.

“I can’t stand it. I can’t stand it, Y/N. Seeing you with someone else fucking kills me. It makes me so angry. When he kissed you, I… I forgot how to breathe. It was like a dementor had come and sucked all the happiness from my veins. I was infuriated, not just at him but at myself. How could I let someone else hold you?”

Y/N stared at him with soft, gentle eyes. Slowly, she reached for his rigid fist that was resting on his lap. She took it into her hands and felt the tension leave. She had always had that effect on Draco. Her touch was able to calm his stiffness with ease.

“What am I saying?” Draco wondered out loud as he shamefully wiped a tear from his cheek, “you’re not mine anymore. I know that, and yet…” he trailed off.

“Then make me yours again,” Y/N whispered.

Draco’s head whipped towards her. He saw a look of nervousness on her face. Steadily, he took her head into his hands. He moved his head slightly below hers, forcing her to look into his eyes.

“Do you mean that?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper. Almost as if he was afraid to ask.

Y/N nodded her head, “I do. God, I do. It’s always been you, Draco. I’m so sorry—” She was cut off by Draco pulling her in for a kiss. Y/N felt herself melt into his embrace; she felt at home again.

He pulled away to catch his breath. “I’m sorry too. I never stopped loving you. I know that now. Please, let me be yours again.”

Y/N smiled, “I missed you, Malfoy,” she said with a small chuckle. Draco felt a grin spread on his face, and he dove back in for another kiss.

“I missed you more. Don’t you ever let me walk away from you again, you hear?” Draco asked playfully. Y/N laughed and gave him a quick peck on the nose.

“I solemnly swear,” she said in a fake deep voice while trying not to giggle. Draco rolled his eyes and tackled her onto the couch, causing her to squeal happily. He wrapped his arms around her tightly, vowing to himself to never let go of her again.

#draco malfoy x reader #draco malfoy #draco fanfiction #draco malfoy imagine #draco malfoy x you #draco malfoy x yn #draco x reader #george weasley #request #jealous #draco malfoy fluff #fluff #angst #draco malfoy imagines

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cobble-stone · 4 years ago

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broadripple is burning- chapter 8

we've got a lot, don't you ever dare forget that

Sometimes good things aren't meant to last. But sometimes, they are, and sometimes, all that you can do is hope they last and enjoy the good times while it does last

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previous chapters: [1] [2] [3] [4] [5] [6] [7]

“One last thing-” the automated voice of Bdubs read out. “It’s not related to this.”

Etho has heard that automated voice talking for what felt like an hour, all the while he had been scrawling notes into the notebook as quickly as he could. He didn’t even get the chance to make anything of what he had been writing yet, barely even fully processing the words, just transcribing them to review later.

“Yeah, what’s up?” He asked, looking over towards the computer.

There was silence, which Etho expected. It takes a while for Bdubs to type stuff out, especially things with less common words. It could take anywhere from a minute to twenty.

He used the chance to retrace some of the scratchy handwriting, trying to make sense of what he had written down. The general grasp he had on it was Tango and Bdubs got into a fight, Bdubs got knocked out, and the combination of whatever poison was meant for Scott and being knocked unconscious (maybe a concussion, from what Bdubs described,) inevitably killed him. Someone named Impulse along with another man dragged him out to the woods to hide the body. He’d need more time to lay it all out, and maybe, just maybe, he could get into contact with anyone who would be able to make more sense of all this-

His thoughts were cut off by Bdubs.

“Every so often, I’ve felt weirdly distant from the world. Cause I’m a ghost. But I’ve been more distant, especially when remembering things. It feels like I’m fading. I might not be, but I might be. I don’t know if I am going to stay around or not, or for how long.”

Oh.

That couldn’t possibly be a good sign.

“So- you,” Etho took a breath, trying to compose his words, “You aren’t going to uhh, stick around, is what you’re saying,” he said, trying his best to not let his shakiness come into his voice.

Bdubs- he couldn’t just lose him again, could he?

No, no- he couldn’t. Etho already lost him once, he can’t lose him again. Fear sank into the quickly-growing pit into his stomach.

He couldn’t lose Bdubs. Not again.

The automated voice alone started making him anxious. “I might not. I don’t know yet. It may just be due to the bad memories. If I don’t think about those I might be okay.”

Etho nodded, feeling a pang of guilt. This was his fault, he shouldn’t have pushed so hard to ask Bdubs about what he remembers- It was his fault again, just like the first time, his fault, his fault, his fault-

He felt a hand on his shoulder, a physical one. “We don’t have to worry about that yet, for now you’re here, Bdubs.” Cleo’s words were meant to comfort Bdubs, it felt selfish to Etho to claim they were for him. But it was certainly reassuring, letting him ease his tense shoulders.

“Cleo is right. I’m here now. Thinking about my inevitable demise is not fun. Good thing I’m too powerful to die twice.” It took Etho a second to register that as a joke, getting confused by the flat robotic tone instead of Bdubs’ usual varied voice, “Maybe I’ll stick around. Maybe I won’t. Maybe if I don’t think about the bad stuff I might be fine! You’re stuck with me.”

He still disliked the uncertainty of it all, the mights and probablys and the inevitables did nothing but make his skin crawl with worry. But now wasn’t the time for that. Etho gave a small hum in agreement, both his former husband and his new friend calming his worries. “You’re right.”

“I’m always right.”

Cleo chuckled, “Debatable.”

The three sat together in silence for a little, before Bdubs spoke—well, typed—up, “This is boring. Let’s have some fun. What are some ghost activities?”

“I mean, the only one that comes to mind is a Ouija board, which we basically already have,” Cleo said, looking over at the computer and keyboards, “I just realized that this is essentially just a very fancy Ouija board.”

Etho nodded, “That’s exactly what it is. The normal Ouija board took too long and I thought it could be better.” He glanced around the room, “There isn’t much for us to do aside from talking, or if we could somehow get Bdubs to play video games, which I doubt is possible.”

“I want to try.”

“I think you need more than one finger for that,” Etho remarked.

“This is stupid. I hate this.”

“Well maybe you shouldn’t have died,” Cleo joked without thinking, and a couple seconds later, winced as she realized what she said, “Too far?”

Etho shared the same wince, “Maybe a little.”

“No.” Bdubs responded after a moment.

“No?” Cleo asked.

“It was kind of funny.”

She snorted out of amusement, “Good to know I have the dead guy’s approval.”

“Okay, zombie.”

She rolled her eyes, “I’m one-hundred percent human, thank you very much,” she protested.

Etho smiled at the lighthearted banter, “Exactly what someone who wasn’t human would say,” he pointed out.

“Not you too,” she complained, trying her best to hide her smile.

“Good one, Etho.”

A stupid idea popped into his head, and without even giving much thought, he shared it. “We could always throw the ring around and have Bdubs chase it. Like fetch. Or toss it between us and play monkey-in-the-middle.” Etho joked. He didn’t even want to do it, he just wanted to see everyone’s reactions to his brain’s stupid ideas.

Cleo burst out laughing, “That’s terrible,” she managed to eventually say.

“No.”

Oh, if only Etho could see Bdubs, or hear him properly, just to see and hear the complete offense in his tone. It would have been hilarious.

“Why not? It’d be funny,” Etho pointed out, not letting the joke die yet.

“I hate you.”

He chuckled, “You’re the one who proposed, not me.”

“Don’t use my no memories against me,” the automated voice read out, but after a few more moments of typing, spoke again, “Wait. I did?”

Etho nodded, “Yeah, you proposed. We always kinda joked about getting married, but you ended up suggesting we actually do it. I think we were both kinda drunk when it happened, honestly, it was also like three in the morning, but it sounded like a good idea at the time.”

He smiled at the thought, remembering the night of the snowstorm where they had stayed up so late clustered together for warmth, drunk and sleep-deprived and desperately waiting for the power to come back on. How he had originally laughed when Bdubs suggested it, realized he was serious, and said yes without giving it a second thought.

“Nice.”

Cleo gave a hum of amusement, “Judging by how Bdubs is and the brief interactions I’ve had with you, I am not surprised in the slightest that that’s how it went down,” she commented, “I am a little offended that I wasn’t invited to the wedding though.”

“Don’t be. It was literally just the two of us in thrifted wedding dresses in our living room. We didn’t even get anyone to be a priest or anything, we just did it cause we thought it’d be funny,” Etho responded.

Cleo laughed, “Now I’m even more offended, I would have loved to see that.”

“That was our wedding?” Bdubs asked, and Etho could get the feeling that Bdubs was probably reeling from that information. “We need a do-over. New one.”

“I have photos of it, Cleo, if you wanna see.”

“Oh I would love-” Cleo’s phone buzzed, twice, three times cutting her off., “Oh, what is it now,” she complained, glancing at the screen, “Dammit.”

Etho tilted his head to the side, a little confused, “What’s up?” he asked.

She sighed, “I forgot I told a coworker that I’d cover their shift today, I have to head out.”

“No. Stay.”

She grimaced, “I would if I could, Bdubs, trust me. Last thing I want is to ditch you for work,” She started to stand up from her spot on the couch, and glanced back at Etho, “Do you mind if I drop by tomorrow?”

“Not at all. You’re always welcome here, Cleo,” he responded, smiling, “Plus I think that one would be mad if you didn’t.”

“I would.”

“He would,” Cleo added, nearly simultaneously with Bdubs, “Well, I’m out, talk to you two later.”

“Bye,” Etho said, taking his mask off as his new friend left.

New friend. That was nice to think, he always just considered Cleo an acquaintance before this, a friend of Bdubs. But he enjoyed Cleo’s company, and the three of them got along well.

“You have a good taste in friends,” Etho commented.

Bdubs’ response was surprisingly fast, “I have great taste. In everything.”

He laughed, “No, but seriously. I kinda wish I got to know Cleo better before, yknow, all this,” he made a vague gesture with his hand.

“Well, you can get to know her now.”

It took Etho back a bit, how correct Bdubs was. Even after all this time, he tends to forget that behind the arrogant personality that Bdubs puts on, he was genuinely pretty wise sometimes. A lot of the time, actually. “You’re right, I can. I hope we can spend more time together, the three of us, y’know?”

“We have all the time in the world, Etho.”

Maybe it was a lie, maybe it was the truth, maybe it was just hope. But they had time, a lot more time than most, a lot more time than they admittedly deserved. Maybe the hope-fueled lie was one he should believe for now. “We do.”

#last life fic #last life #etho #bdubs #ethubs #broadripple au #sorry that it's been a week since i updated jhksdgjhfg #and sorry that this one is Short and Barely Edited (to be fair all of these have been barely edited)

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arctickat2400 · 4 years ago

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Birthday With 1D <> Harry Styles

You walked out of your last class of the day, making your way to the school’s exit. You feel your phone buzz in your back pocket and as you take it out, you see a text from your boyfriend, Harry.

You didn’t get to see him this morning like you usually do. You were running late for school and Harry had to leave early for work. You had gotten a note this morning from him, telling you Happy Birthday and that he’d see you later. Yes, it was your birthday, and, of course, you had to go to school.

The text read:

Happy Birthday, Baby Girl. See you soon XO

I smile, replying back with a winking emoji.

Just then, you look up to find where you parked, just to see a familiar red convertible sitting in the spot right in front of yours. You smile, seeing your boyfriend, Harry, and the boys, Louis, Niall, Liam, and Zayn hanging around in the red vehicle, waiting for you.

Liam was sitting in the back with Niall sitting up on the back beside him, Louis sat in the front passengers seat and Zayn stood on the other side of the car.

“SURPRISE!” The boys yelled. “Happy Birthday, Y/N!” The boys shout with smiles on their faces as they spot you walking towards them.

You smile and laugh, knowing they love it when you do that, and say, “Okay, okay, thank you guys. But my birthday isn’t really something I’d like everyone to know about.” They all just shrug still with smiles on their cute faces.

Lastly, you see Harry getting out of the driver’s seat and walking towards you as you make it to the convertible. He has a smile on his face and open arms, inviting you in.

“Your birthday is definitely something that should be celebrated. Happy Birthday, Gorgeous.” Harry greets you, quiet enough so just you would hear.

“Thank you, Harry.” You smile as you walk into his arms, wrapping them around you. Y’all stare into each other’s eyes as you both lean in and meet in a passionate kiss.

Kissing your forehead and wrapping his arm around your shoulders, Harry leads you to the car and you see Louis jumping out from the front seat, opening the door for you.

“Thanks, Lou. You didn’t have to do that.” You smiled to Louis as you hop into the front seat.

“It’s a special day. You deserve it.” Louis answers with a grin as he closes your door for you. You just kiss his cheek once he comes back after putting your backpack in the trunk. He climbs into the back seat, squeezing in with Niall, Liam, and Zayn.

Harry jumps back into the driver’s seat and sets off to some unknown destination.

“So, where to boys?” You questions your best friends.

“We were thinking about bringing you to your favorite restaurant. And then going back to the flat for a movie night.” Harry told you, looking over at you with a smile then back at the road again.

“Wait, we’re going to Nando’s?” You question in excitement. You see Harry nodding, the smile never leaving his lips.

“You and me both, Kitty.” Niall says to you, leaning in between you and Harry and kissed your cheek.

“Niall, really?!” Harry yells back to Niall in annoyance as you just burst into laughter. You could see Harry’s smile in the corner of your eye.

Y’all arrived to Nando’s, everyone filing out of the car and towards the restaurant, you and Harry hand in hand.

You were able to get right in and to a table. You sat next to Harry, Niall on your other side, Louis next to Harry, Zayn beside Niall and Liam in between Zayn and Louis. After ordering your food and drinks, everyone getting the ½ Chicken, it all was made and delivered pretty quickly.

The whole time, y’all talked about funny moments on tour and all the memorable moments y’all have had since you and the boys met. There were a lot of laughs, and some of the time, you’d laugh so much you started crying.

At one point during dinner, you were joking around and you took one of Niall’s fries when he wasn’t looking. Everyone started laughing because everyone who knew Niall knew that he hated sharing food. When Niall noticed you had stolen a single fry, he looked at you with wide eyes, a smile being put on your face. Niall, then, stole one of your fries for revenge and, in the end, he forgave you because it was your birthday.

After eating and paying the check, y’all made your way back to the car, piling back in. Harry started the engine and began back to yours and Harry’s flat.

“So, Y/N, what movies are we watching?” Liam asked.

“Um… I don’t know. Maybe a little rom-com, The Notebook,” You suggested with a smile, looking over at Harry and tapping his nose with your finger. He just smiled cutely back at you. “And then probably a scary movie, though we don’t have many. Probably Red Riding Hood.” You added as y’all pulled up into your driveway.

“Are y’all staying over tonight?” You questioned the boys as you all got out of the car.

“Sadly, Liam and I can't stay the night.” Zayn started. “We have some stuff to do early tomorrow morning, so we’ll only be able to stay for the movies.” Zayn finished as everyone walked into the flat.

“Well, at least everyone can stay for movies and popcorn.” I mention.

“This means we’re all yours, Kitten. And your all mine in bed.” Harry tells you, whispering the last part so everyone else wouldn’t hear as he pulled you against him at your waist.

“Did I hear popcorn?” You hear Niall say as you look to the side and see him walking from the hall, probably from the bathroom. You just giggled at Niall’s neediness for food.

You and Harry walk into the living room to find the movies as Niall, Zayn and Liam go into the kitchen to make popcorn, Louis just relaxing himself onto one of the chairs.

The rest of the boys came in after a few minutes with five bowls of popcorn in their hands. You and Harry always shared food like popcorn, so you two shared a bowl.

The movie The Notebook was set up as everyone got situated in their spots. Louis stayed where he was before, Liam and Niall on either side of the couch and Zayn in the middle of them. It was quite a large couch, sectional, so there was a lot of room for the three of them. Then, there was you and Harry on the red chase, Harry sitting behind you with you in between his legs, his arms wrapped around your waist.

“Y/N, why do we have to watch a cheesy romantic movie?” Niall questioned, already digging into his popcorn, as you pressed play on the remote for the Notebook to start.

“Because it’s a good movie. And I think you’d like it if you’d just try it.” You told him. You looked at Niall along with the rest of the boys, except for Harry cause this is his favorite movie, and you could tell that the other boys weren’t too excited about this movie either. “Now, be quiet and eat your popcorn.” You added with a bit of sass. You were always that way with the boys, and they still loved it.

As we got further into the movie, you kept looking at the boys, Harry doing the same with you. You spotted Niall and you could tell he was getting more and more into it. A few sad moments came and you saw a few tears come from Louis, maybe one or two from Liam, and Zayn was never one to cry at the movies, but he was still very into it. But, Niall, it looked like he was bawling as he watched the sad parts and ate his popcorn continuously.

It was quite funny as you looked up at Harry and he was laughing silently too. He looked down at you and pressed his lips against yours. You knew the boys weren’t watching, though you wouldn’t care if they were watching. You both looked back to the movie as you snuggled against your boyfriend, his warm arms holding you close.

The Notebook ended and Niall’s face was still tear stained.

“You doing okay, Niall? You look a little…” You started, but Niall interrupted you.

“Yeah, yeah. Whatever Y/N. I gotta say it was a good movie, just not my kind of movie.” Niall said as he got up along with everyone else so they can get ready for the next movie.

“Not your kind of movie? You were crying the entire time.” Harry said with a little laughter as you and the rest of the boys started laughing with him.

“Oh, be quiet.” Niall brushed it off as he left into the kitchen for more popcorn along with Liam and Louis.

You looked over at Harry who sat on the edge of the chase. He was already looking at you as you smiled at him. He winked at you and you blushed, as always when he did something like that to you. You put Red Riding Hood (Amanda Seyfried) into the DVD player as the boys came back in and settled back into their spots.

Harry went back to his spot as you climbed onto his lap, his arms snaking around you.

Throughout the movie, there were a few scary parts, maybe a few parts that jumped out at you, but overall it wasn't that bad. Though, you could tell the other boys thought differently. You could see the fear in all their faces. They're guys and they get scared. My goodness…

The movie was almost over as you were starting to doze off on top of Harry, your head laying on his chest. You could feel his lips against the top of you head and you smiled, loving it when he did that.

“Well, we had a lot of fun with you tonight, Y/N. Happy Birthday.” Liam said, kissing your cheek as you guys stood by your front door.

“Happy Birthday, Kitty.” Zayn added as he kissed your cheek and gave you a hug. Everyone said goodbye to Liam and Zayn as they left for their homes.

You and Harry turned toward Louis and Niall, Harry’s arm around your waist and his other hand in his pocket. You both had humorous smiles on your faces as you looked at the boys in front of you, fear stricken.

“Well, I’m gonna have nightmares tonight.” Louis mentioned as they unsettled themselves from the movie watching.

“Seriously, guys, the movie wasn’t even that scary.” I told them, heading into the living room to grab all the popcorn bowls as the three boys followed.

“Says you. Did you see how that wolf was eating everyone? That’s just not right.” Niall responded as they followed you into the kitchen. YOu passed Niall and slapped him lightly and playfully on the cheek twice as you set the bowls in the sink.

“Well, now you can go to bed to take your mind off of it. Y’all know where to go. Come on, Harry.” You said, grabbing Harry’s hand and leading him upstairs behind you. Harry just had the most turned on face and you loved it. “Goodnight boys.” You yelled down to Louis and Niall.

You and Harry got into your pj’s, Harry going shirtless, just the way you like it. You turn off all the lights and close the curtains, meeting Harry at the bed.

“Thank you Harry for today. I had a really nice time.” You told Harry as you and him settled into bed.

“Anything for my kitten. I just wish we could’ve done something more.” Harry said, tracing his fingers around your face, over your nose and caressing your cheek with his thumb. He brushed the hair away from your eyes as you both faced each other.

“Harry, I would’ve been fine with anything you did for me. I wasn’t expecting anything, to be honest. But, tonight was great, all thanks to you.” You told Harry with a smile. He smiled back at you, leaning in with his hand on your cheek, his lips pressing softly against your own. You weren’t planning on pulling away anytime soon, until you hear a knock at the door.

“Come in,” You shouted with a smile, knowing who it was and why. You stared at Harry as he stared at you, and you could see annoyance in his eyes, but you just found that funny.

You turned around to see Louis and Niall in the doorway, blankets wrapped around them as they looked at you.

“Y/N, can we sleep with you?” Niall asked sweetly, innocence filling his voice. You wanted to laugh so bad, but you just kept a calm smile.

“Fine. Come on,” You giggled, gesturing for them to come to the bed as Niall shut the door behind them.

“There goes our romantic night together.” Harry whispers almost inaudible, though you could hear him. You turned as you pressed your lips against his forehead, and a smile rose to his lips once again. Niall and Louis ran and jumped into bed with you and Harry.

You lay in bed with Harry’s arms around your waist, holding you close, Niall’s head laid on your shoulder and Louis’ head laid on your stomach. You had the weight of all three boys on you, but honestly, you didn’t care. You loved these boys.

As Louis and Niall fell asleep, you turned your head towards Harry beside you.

“I love you, Harry.” You told him, smiling as you noticed he was already staring at you.

He leaned down and gave you one last kiss on your lips, his hand on your cheek and his thumb caressing your cheek. “I love you, too, Kitten. Happy birthday, baby girl.” He said to you. You sweetly rubbed your nose with his as you dozed off in his arms.

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carnymassacre · 3 years ago

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hi dear :)c um um for the questions

4, 6, 9, 16, 18, 19, 20 (but for drawing), 21, 22, 23, 28, 29 (:]c), 40, 58, 59, 68, 93

i'm so sorry if this is too much but also i wish you much fun !

hi sweetheart mwahmwahmwah i will put this under a cut

4. how did your elementary school teachers describe you?

its hard to remember but i remember one of them calling me impulsive, another one called me smart and a pleasure to have in class or something like that

6. pastel, boho, tomboy, preppy, goth, grunge, formal or sportswear?

you know im just gonna say goth lol also what the hell is boho okay i looked it up and its ugly and i dont like it so who cares

9. favorite smell in the summer?

uhhh idk. im gonna say funnel cake and meat on the grill. this is something i smell more in autumn but i also love the smell of fire

16. most comfortable position to sit in?

flat on my stomach with my chin propped up on a blanket pillow ect i also lay on my side often

18. ideal weather?

storm/heavy rain during the day. where it's not pitch black outside but it's certainly darker than it normally would be during that time of day. absolute bliss

19. sleeping position?

when i was younger i slept in a fetal position but nowadays i mostly end up passing out flat on my back with my limbs splayed out however is most comfortable to me at the moment

20. preferred place to write (i.e., in a note book, on your laptop, sketchpad, post-it notes, etc.)?

i always draw digitally on my laptop but very rarely i will break out an old sketchbook and scribble in there there's also a special feeling to drawing on lined notebook paper

21. obsession from childhood?

DINOSAURS AND DRAGONS. my god i devoted my life to dinosaurs i wanted to be a paleontologist i was always looking at the rocks around our area to see if they had fossils in them (i actually did see some fossils twice) i had so many dinosaur books and toys i watched dinosaur movies we went to a place called the science center and looked at their cool ass dinosaur exhibit all the time, and i loved dragons too i had a ton of dragon toys and dragon books i had that dragonology book which was like the literal coolest thing ever to me (its still awesome) and i loved how to train your dragon with all my heart. dragons are some of the first things i remember drawing EVER.

22. role model?

grimharlequin is definitely my biggest inspiration as both an artist and a person. his philosophy of none of his work or interests being "ironic" really speaks to me and his artwork has such a wonderful genuine raw feeling to it. i think hes one of the only artists ive ever seen whos work retains the spirit of artwork drawn in childhood before you have any inhibitions about making your art look "good" or appealing to an audience. its very special to me. i also look up massively to toby fox, sparkleanimal here on tumblr, zun and gerard way

23. strange habits?

i have the ability to put my tongue up and behind my uvula into the flap over your throat and i do that often. why? who fucking knows

28. five songs to describe you?

god okay give me a moment im ogign to try and think about this. 1. love me normally by will wood and the tapeworms 2. lover dearest by marianas trench 3. we will commit wolf murder by of montreal 4. hate me by blue october i dotn fucking know what else im sorry i ithink these are just songs i relate to more than ones that describe me but whatever listen to three cheers for sweet revenge

29. best way to bond with you?

this is a difficult question to answer because its been a long time since any new person was able to form a bond with me but i'd say just, talking about something that we both have an interest in or engaging in it together (for example if theres a certain show we both like then watching it together) games are a good way too actually games are definitely the best way idk why i said any of that other stuff

40. weirdest thing to ever happen at your school?

i barely remember anything from school im sorry

58. four talents you’re proud of having?

oh god i have to invent FOUR entire talents i have um. i guess drawing is a given? i can read japanese easily save for most kanji. i can handle doing really tedious boring shit (like shiny hunting lol) and i suppose if im really interested in something i can soak up information on it like a sponge, i remember memorizing hiragana in a day or two

59. if you were a video game character, what would your catchphrase be?

HAIL SATAN and i just add it to the end of my sentences at random

68. worst flavor of any food or drink you’ve ever tried?

does medicine count? i had mucinex once and it was genuinely the most vile thing to ever touch my tongue

93. nicknames?

my friends used to call me alexander jackson slugman adn i think danny called me ajax once. its hard to make a nickname out of alex

thank you for the ask sweetie

#ask

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impala-dreamer · 5 years ago

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Yes, Professor

~ When Mr. Collins asks you to hang back after lecture one day, you know you're in big trouble...~

Misha x Reader

1,730 Words

Warnings: Teacher/Student Play, Masturbation, Oral, Intercourse. Smluff.

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“Ms. Y/L/N, hang back please.”

You dropped your bag as he spoke, startled by the deep voice booming from the front of the classroom.

The gallery was already empty as it had taken a few minutes for you to collect your things. Pencils rolled far when you weren’t paying attention and as always in his lectures, your mind was stuck in places other than writing implement locations.

Your hands were shaking as you zipped your bag and slung it over your shoulder. You had done OK on the last paper, not great, but why was he singling you out? Had you done something to catch his eye? Were you flunking out? The questions churned in your stomach as you descended the short but steep carpeted stairs to the front of the room, leaving a sea of empty desks behind.

He didn’t look up as you approached his desk, eyes down and racing over his notebook. A silver pen was balanced between his fingers, dancing as the long digits moved slowly back and forth. The glinting metal caught your eye and you watched it magically wave through space.

You cleared your throat.

He didn’t look up.

It was getting late.

“Mr. Collins?”

He licked his lips slowly and finally lifted his chin. “Thank you for staying,” he said with a gentle smile that did nothing to calm your nerves. If anything, it made them worse. His lips were huge and pink, outlined by a heavy scruff over his lip and around; his blue eyes shone like sapphires in the harsh fluorescent lights overhead. Even his stupid bowtie was sexy in some strange way, and you held your breath, waiting for him to explain your staying late.

Slowly, he sat back in his seat, pushing away from the desk a bit as he set his pen down in the crease of his notebook. His eyes narrowed as they took you in, staring at you just as he had his notes.

“How do you think you’re doing in my class, Ms. Y/L/N?” he asked out of nowhere, once again jarring you back to reality.

“Uh…” You stumbled to answer, wanting to impress him, to sound smart, but tripping over your own tongue. “Good?”

Mr. Collins nodded patiently, his lips pushing out into a pout.

“You don’t seem to agree,” you cringed, watching his shoulders tense as he looked you over.

“Honestly?” He sighed and sat forward, folding his hands on the desk. “Good isn’t the word I’d use.”

“Great?” you suggested with a little laugh.

He shook his head. “You’re failing, Ms. Y/L/N,” he said firmly. “You’ve been missing assignments and you were late for more than one lecture. I really don’t feel as if you want to be in this class.”

None of it came as a shock to you; you’d been playing it rather loose with your academics this semester, but failing? There was no way you could fail his class and keep your scholarship. Regret and fear churned in your stomach.

“Please, Mr. Collins,” you said quickly, trying not to sound too pathetic, but still garner some mercy. “Things have been a little crazy at work and my roommate moved out, is there anything I can do to make up some points? I cannot fail this course.”

His jaw twitched as he thought over your plea and after a beat, pink lips curled into a slick smile. “We might be able to work something out. Some...extra credit.”

Your hope soared. “Yes, Professor. Thank you. Anything. I’ll do anything.”

“Anything is a dangerous promise, Ms. Y/L/N.” There was a hint of a smirk on his lips and a dash of danger in his eyes.

“I don’t mind dangerous,” you shot back, matching his suggestive tone and running your hand down the strap of your bag slowly.

He turned his face towards the door, then his eyes back up at you. “I bet you don’t.” He waited, unblinking, watching the color rush to your face, the black of your eyes grow.

“Never have, really,” you told him, letting your bag slide off your side and onto the floor. “Danger makes things...exciting, don’t you agree?” Biting your lip, you ran your index fingers across your neckline and downwards, tracing the line of your breasts over your tank top.

“I do.” He sat back again, turning his entire body to you, giving you his undivided attention. “The door is unlocked...there are security cameras...my next class is in twenty minutes.” He paused to watch as your fingers plucked at the hem of your shirt. “Just how excited does that make you?”

The button on your jeans popped easily and you slipped a hand inside them, rubbing it gently across your panties. “Very.”

His eyes were wide as you continued rubbing, shivering as you pulled your panties aside to slide a finger into your wetness.

“It would appear so,” he observed, biting his lip as your face twisted with lust. “Very much.”

You nodded absently and tossed your head back as your body started to tense. “V-very.”

“Ten points towards your final if you can cum in the next thirty seconds.”

Your eyes popped open at his offer, staring down at him as if he were insane. There was no way you could… you could…

He licked his lips slowly, drawing your eyes down to his beautiful mouth. Your hand kept pumping as his tongue swirled around the tips of his teeth, and without realizing it, you reached that sweet spot, your legs lifting up onto your toes, your bottom lip tugged tight between your teeth.

You held your breath.

He whispered your name.

Your cunt clenched down around your fingers and the damn broke.

It was quick and sweet; a little surge of pleasure that flowed through every vein, lifting your mood and clouding your brain. Your clit was throbbing hard as you pulled your hand from your jeans and sucked two fingers between your lips, cleaning them off.

“That was lovely,” Mr. Collins praised. He picked up his pen and jotted something down quickly, paying no attention as you rushed around the side of his desk to his side. “Still need to make up at least thirty points to pass…”

You dropped to your knees and placed your hands on his thighs, spinning his chair towards you. “Perhaps, I can find a few more points...here?” His pants were tight and his zipper gave a little trouble, but you managed.

“I think you might,” he agreed, lifting his hips as you tugged his slacks down. “But, let’s see how you perform first before we promise anything.”

“Oral exams are my specialty,” you smirked, running your palms firmly up his inner thighs.

His cock twitched and your mouth watered. He was big; thick and long laying on his left leg.

He sank back in the chair, stretching out, the tails of his pale pink shirt bright against his hips and ass. “You may begin.”

The taste of him was sublime. Salty and tangy, but fresh. You swallowed around his dick again and again, taking him deeper than you’d ever taken anyone else. The floor crushed into your knees and your jaw began to ache, but you persisted, unwilling to give up the grade or his delicious cock.

The noises he made were incredible. Tiny moans that lingered in the back of his throat, growing louder the harder you sucked. When you cradled his balls, he whimpered as his stomach tensed and you smiled around him, loving the complete abandon of this powerful professor.

His fingers dug into the leather of chair’s arms and he hissed as your teeth scraped at his sensitive flesh.

“That’s…enough, Ms. Y/L/N…”

He sat up as you did, letting his cock drop from your lips with a wet pop. You looked up innocently, wiping a line of drool from your chin, wondering what you’d done wrong.

“Was that...OK?” You batted your lashes and he laughed.

“Oh, that was more than OK,” he said, standing up before you and reaching for your hand. “I just don’t want to ruin that pretty face.”

You stood, hand in his, and he spun you around, pushing you face-down onto the desk. Your breasts smashed against his notebook, palms flat, ass high as he yanked your jeans down.

“I’d rather paint this sweet, young pussy.”

You gasped as his hand slid between your legs, caressing you, clit to ass. He rubbed until your shoulders relaxed, watching as your eyes fell closed as desire flooded your system.

“There’s a good girl,” he teased, moving to stand behind you. “I think this might put you over the failing mark…”

Rough fingers gripped your hips, pulling you back as his cock nudged at your cunt.

“Yes, Mr. Collins, please…”

He rocked forward, warming his erection against your pussy. “Please, what, my dear?”

Your clit throbbed as his head crashed against it. “Please fuck me, Mr. Collins. Please!”

He hummed happily as he pushed inside. “Very well.”

It was strange, the echo of your voices in the big room. The empty gallery gave witness as he fucked you hard and fast against his desk; papers scattering, pencils rolling.

He collapsed over you when it was done, pressing his firm chest into your back and kissing your neck again and again. His breath was hot and staggered as he suckled on your ear.

“I think you pass,” he said with a laugh, finally lifting up.

Pushing up on your arms, your lower back screamed as you shot back. “Oh, ya think?”

“Hey, don’t get snippy with me, Missy.”

You spun and glared. “You got your professor fantasy, Misha...now let’s go before someone actually comes in here.”

He laughed fully, head knocking backward as you pulled your jeans up. “No one’s coming in,” he assured you, moving forward to wrap you in his arms. “They’re not filming in here until Thursday.”

“Baby?” you cooed, sliding your hands upwards to cup his stubbled cheeks. “It is Thursday.”

His smile faded quickly and his eyes flashed, wide and worried. “Shit. Let’s get out of here.”

A quick kiss and then he was gone, backing up to pull up his slacks and grab his stuff.

You sighed happily as he scurried, shaking your head at the goof. “Yes, Professor…”

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darkestfable · 4 years ago

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Safe Haven

Oribos

Raetos groaned as he found his way back to the waking world. He knew he was alive by how much his body ached. His head, most of all, felt like someone was hammering multiple nails in place. Only one luminous eye opened, the other still swollen shut under bandages wrapped around his head. His abdomen was also strapped tightly. He could feel the pressure of the wrappings limiting his movement, as to not aggravate what he assumed was broken ribs. The wound on his arm had been well cleaned and bandaged. Someone had been talking very good care of him.

He smiled, not having to wonder who, feeling the body curled up against his own. Tilting his head down, he caught a glimpse of the top of Fable’s head… there was no mistaking those lovely indigo locks.

“How long have I been out?” He asked.

For just a moment, Fable grumbled and curled more tightly against Raetos. If this was a dream, he didn’t want to wake up. The hellscape that had been The Maw was no longer ringing in his ears, and his lover was by his side again. This had to be a dream. It was never this good.

Or was it?

The blood hunter finally peeled open his eyes, sitting up after a moment to look over the large lightforged next to him. His heart fluttered at the sight of his lover’s smile, and he reached over to lay a gentle hand onto his bandaged chest. This had been no small feat, what Raetos and the others had pulled off.

“Days, love. Take as long as you need, yeah? I ain’t goin’ nowhere,” Fable’s expression softened as he curled his fingers against the bandages on Raetos. Yep, still there. Still real.

The Draenei’s smile only grew wider as he reached up with his good hand to cup the side of his lover’s face. Raetos didn’t understand much of anything about death and spirits. But Fable looked well. Looked healthy. Better than he had in the Maw, for certain.

“Careful what you say, Babe. I might ask to stay here forever,” he said, flashing his signature grin, “...wherever here is.”

It suddenly dawned on him that they couldn’t be on Azeroth. They still had to find the soul dagger to get Fable his body back… and they obviously weren’t in the Maw anymore. Last thing he remembered was a very pissed off Avehi.

“Uh… where are we?”

“Oribos. Think that’s what they call it, anyway. Kinda a hub for uh...all sorts ‘a people,” Fable glanced at the door, as if the answer would be there. Truthfully, he’d been more worried about Raetos than asking about the name of the establishment.

He leaned over Raetos carefully to kiss him. Tender, sweet, and like he’d been afraid he’d never see him again. Everything had culminated to this point, and truthfully Fable wasn’t sure what he was doing. Getting out of The Maw had been his first task, but the blood hunter wasn’t sure if he could retrieve the dagger by himself. Wasn’t sure he’d want to do it alone. Doubt weighed heavily on him, tied down by the guilt of what he’d done to get here in the first place.

“Hey, love… You got my body, yeah? I’m gonna have somethin’ t’ go back home t’ when this shit is figured out? ‘n th’ animals are taken care of?” his voice was quiet, almost unsure. Fable loved their little life that they’d built, and still worried that he’d ruined it all.

“Mhm,” the Draenei managed a nod, thumb stroking his lover’s cheek, “The tree elf dude you got to take care of the animals while we were away agreed to stay as long as needed. I think we owe him a really REALLY big tip. Obligation and Responsibility really seems to like him, though, so don’t have to worry about them. Did you know he lived in that big ass tree that the Horde burned down? That’s where he got all the scars. Poor guy… Anyway, I was able to find your body at the dig site after going through your maps and stuff. Brought it to the healer chick that was deployed to Darkshire with me. You’re in a coma-like state back on Azeroth, and she’s keeping you nourished and stable until we manage to destroy that dagger.”

He paused in his rambling for a moment, knowing the next part was a bit touchy.

“Hey… uh… on that subject. Bad memories, I know. But like… anything you can tell me about the lady that stabbed you… physical description or name… if she gave you one…”

Another pause before adding.

“Was she hot? She must be hot.”

“Well, yeah… I mean it ain’t like I got bad taste,” Fable smirked, then paused a moment. “Wait, tree… They’re called Kal’dorei.”

The news of his body being taken care of was something of a relief, though the blood hunter still didn’t like the situation at all. Cebina had royally screwed him, and now he had to go find that dagger too? This was just getting more and more complicated…

“She uh… I’d know her if I saw her, yeah? While you were restin’ tho, I asked ‘round ‘bout the dagger ‘n souls ‘n shit ‘n this creepy lookin’ dude called a Venthyr told me ‘bout this place called Revandreth. Said a lady was there ‘n might have a dagger kinda like it?” Fable scratched at his chin in thought.

“Sounds like our next destination,” Raetos nodded, a cheerful smile on his face, “I know it’s not the best of situations, but we get to explore this whole new place together, and I’m sure we can get supplies so that you can map it all out.”

Obviously it would have been much more ideal to have Fable whole for the adventure, but there was no harm in seeing the bright side of the situation.

“Soon as moving doesn’t hurt anymore…” he winced as he shifted, “So... what’s a Venty. Not another type of elf, is it?—Not that there’s anything wrong with elves! There’s just so many different kinds and I can barely keep up with the ones I know.”

“Venthyr, luv. They’re like uh...anima vampires? Ain’t too clear on ‘em yet but I was watchin’ ‘em wander through Oribos while you were restin’,” Fable pulled out a notebook he’d obviously obtained here in the Shadowlands. A keen eye would notice that its leather bindings were a bit unlike any leather on Azeroth.

The first few pages were sloppy, slightly disproportionate sketches of the various different types of people he’d seen wandering through, along with notes of things he’d either overheard or asked them flat out. The page with the Venthyr man had no notes, however. Clearly, the hunter hadn’t approached him.

“They got fangs ‘n glowin’ eyes kinda, most of ‘em are real skinny. Nice clothes though, ‘n some of ‘em wear thigh high boots. Thinkin’ maybe I should get a pair?” the elf chuckled, leaning to stretch his leg out as far as he could, toes pointed.

“Babe, you would look hella amazing in those boots,” the Lightforged agreed, “Are there any with heels? If so, you should avoid them, because then, your already sexy ass will just look too good for me to resist. Afraid you won’t get anything done in that case.”

His hand slipped down to give his partner’s behind a little squeeze, before he attempted to sit up. It was a more daunting task than anticipated with his injuries, but he managed.

“Fashion sense aside, are these Venthyr people safe? The one you drew has like… an evil look to him. Or are they all that withered looking and ugly? Also, what’s anima? And what are the lampshades with legs that you drew in there?”

A smirk spread on his lips at the squeeze, but his attentions to the affections were pulled away when Raetos was trying to sit up. Fable assisted, but his brow furrowed in worry. Had his lover been hurt worse than initially thought? Damn it all, now he was fretting like a mother hen. The lampshades comment pulled the hunter out of his head though, and he just blinked for a moment before tilting the book towards him.

“The lampshades with legs? Oh, those?” Fable pointed at one of the doodles of a Broker. “They call themselves Brokers. They help facilitate trade of goods and services. Information too, ‘m sure. Ain’t got a chance to really chat jus’ yet.”

The concern crept up onto the elf’s face again, and he leaned over to kiss Raetos’ cheek.

“You doin’ okay? If you gotta rest…”

Raetos shook his head.

“Nah, just sore is all. The headache is the worst part, probably. Dude, Avehi hits -hard-! Did you see how pissed she was? Ha! Good times!”

He smiled brightly to his lover, bringing his hand up to cup the side of his face again.

“Honestly, I’ve rested plenty. I just want to look at you,” he admitted, “I missed you so much, Bae… so don’t mind if all I want to do is cuddle and make out for a while.”

He paused, before adding with a wink.

“Wouldn’t hate a blow job either.”

The elf just smiled. That sappy, sweet, completely enraptured smile as he nuzzled into Raetos’ hand. It had felt like an eternity, fighting for his life. Being reunited had been on his mind the whole time, but even now Fable’s heart ached for the life they’d had before. Though, in the middle of his thoughts, a smirk broke through. That was the Raetos he knew.

“Oh, I’m sure you wouldn’t…” Fable turned his head to place a kiss in the palm of Raetos’ hand. “If it won’t hurt you, I’m gonna swallow you whole…”

“I mean… not like I can move much in these bandages,” he grinned, running his thumb along Fable’s bottom lip, “Doubt I’d be able to find a way to hurt myself.”

He paused as he thought about that a moment.

“—Okay, so I would -probably- find a way to hurt myself. But it would be hella worth it, though.”

Fable caught Raetos’ thumb between his lips, cerulean eyes closing as he pressed the barbell through his tongue against the calloused pad. A promise. As his lover spoke, the elf savored the taste of his flesh, finally opening his eyes to look up at him with a smirk. He released the thumb after a moment only to place a kiss into Raetos’ palm.

“Jus’ sit back ‘n enjoy then. You deserve t’ be worshipped,” he mumbled against the blue skin, continuing to kiss down from his hand to his wrist. Of course, he’d wait for permission.

It felt like lifetimes since he’d been away from Raetos, and only minutes that they’d been back together again. Fable felt that familiar skin hunger, but it had only gotten stronger after they were in safety, and he could touch and smell his lover again. The blood hunter had to remember to pace himself; Raetos was still recovering, and they were still in a strange place. But tomorrow could wait. Tonight belonged to them.

(Raetos is @raetos / @kidcatgemini )

#Fable #Raetos #Raeble #romance #world of warcraft #rp log #void elf #lightforged draenei #flirting

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twoidiotwriters1 · 4 years ago

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Written In The Stars CXX (Harry Potter xF!Oc)

A/N: I’m learning to drive and the anxiety it gives me should be illegal why can’t we just apparate -Danny

Words: 2,883

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Listen to: ‘Already Gone’ -by Sleeping At Last

Chapter Eighteen: Inside His Mind.

"Not that I'm complaining," She heard Fred's voice from where she was, her arms tightly wrapped around his middle. "But I thought you wanted to be discrete?"

"This is just a hug," Mel murmured. "I'm sad."

"I see that," Fred was reading through the list of materials for his new products. "You shouldn't be sad though, you got a place in the team, didn't you? We're hoping you'll make us proud, Ginny as well."

"Thank you," She said. "But that's not what worries me right now. I just heard that Flint's Grandad... he's gone."

Fred stopped reading.

"Really?"

"Yeah, he'd been ill for a while... Erick looked terrible."

"Well, that's how you look after you lose someone."

"I acted like an idiot," She groaned. "I just stood there..."

"For the best, if I'm honest," He continued. "Some people don't react well to hugs when they're in shock. What if someone had walked in on you hugging a Slytherin? That's bad for everyone involved."

"I'm her friend, to hell with the gossip..."

"I wasn't talking about the gossip," The boy replied. "He's been helping us a great deal by keeping the prefects of his house away from the D.A. I'm really sorry about his Grandad, he helped us to get a great deal for a little flat on Diagon Alley, but we have to be careful; if someone sees him acting too friendly with any of us that wouldn't help him, would it?"

"I guess not," Mel propped herself up and away from his chest. "I still think I could've done more."

Fred gave her a serious look.

"Your schedule is full all the time, you barely have time to sit and sulk on me!"

"That sounds terrible," Mel blushed.

"Well it's true, you only come to your dear boy-friend," He smirked, knowing how flustered Mel got, "to complain about how hard life is. I don't mind being a shoulder to cry on, but maybe you could compensate afterwards?"

"How?"

His smile widened.

"Get out," Mel slipped away from his grip, crossing her arms. "Leave before I hex you."

"Oh, c'mon!" Fred laughed. "Not even a good night kiss?"

"Fred!"

He laughed louder, standing up and lifting his hands in surrender, his notebook under one arm.

"Fine," He sighed. "I'm just saying, you'll miss me during the next weeks, you'll be all alone in Grimmauld Place and I'll be at the burrow..."

"I've created a monster," Mel groaned, feeling her face burning.

Twenty minutes later she was finishing her History of Magic essay, her eyes slowly giving up in the dim firelight. Ron was laying across the rug and Hermione was next to her, writing the longest letter ever to Krum. Harry was nowhere to be seen, but she didn't worry about it, if he were in danger she'd be able to feel it.

He came back eventually and sat down quietly in front of the girls.

"What kept you?" Ron asked.

"Are you all right, Harry?" Hermione glanced at him, noticing his silence.

He didn't answer, Mel lifted her gaze. Harry was pale.

"What's up?" Ron insisted, leaning on his elbow. "What's happened?"

Harry shook his head slightly, opened his mouth, then closed it again. He glanced at Mel nervously, and she was surprised when he immediately darted his eyes away, his hands closing into fists to avoid shaking.

"Is it Cho?" Hermione asked knowingly. "Did she corner you after the meeting?"

Mel had noticed the Ravenclaw staying behind, staring at Cedric's picture, but she didn't think much of it because her mind was already swirling, too busy to focus on the girl Harry had a crush on.

Ron let out a silly giggle.

"So — er — what did she want?" The boy asked.

"She —" Harry started, but when his eyes found Mel's again his voice faltered and he had to stop to clear his throat. "She — er —"

"Did you kiss?" asked Hermione bluntly, trying to finish with it as fast as possible for the sake of her friends' sanity.

Ron sat up and accidentally pushed his ink making a mess on the rug. None of them moved to fix it.

"Well?"

Those ten seconds felt like a lifetime. Harry stared at Ron, then at Hermione. When he gathered the courage to look at her, he frowned slightly, a short and silent nod making its way out.

"HA!"

Three second-years that were sitting near them jumped. Ron's laughter filled the room and for the first time in her life, Mel didn't follow. Harry was waiting for her reaction, which was weird considering she'd hidden away when Harry found out she'd kissed Fred. Didn't he know it was awful to ask for her opinion?

They had spent months in blissful secrecy, escaping to secluded places and holding hands, he couldn't lie to himself saying he'd never felt something for her. Yet he was, and she was doing the same thing. This whole thing felt like a joke, but she had to be fair and give him the same freedom he'd given her, no dirty looks, no insults.

Harry had every right to be with someone when they hadn't worked out. Even if she was bitter, at the end of the day she wasn't planning on giving up whatever she had with Fred, and who knew? Maybe Cho would be a better match for Harry.

"Glad to see she finally worked up the courage," Mel said lowly. "You should've seen the way she would stare at you during every meeting..."

Harry was too transparent when it came to his emotions, and at that moment, a little smile crept up his face as he looked down, clearly pleased.

"Well? How was it?" Ron's laughing fit finally stopped, and now he was looking at his best friend with eager eyes.

Harry's smile faltered and he frowned.

"Wet," He replied shortly.

Ron made a noise between a snort and a groan, Mel looked at Harry with mild confusion. Surely he had a better way to describe a kiss than just 'wet'?

"Because she was crying," Harry explained further.

"Oh," Ron said, then his face filled with pity. "Are you that bad at kissing?"

"Dunno," His expression changed, panicking. "Maybe I am..."

"No, you're not!" Mel blurted out.

"How do you know?" Ron asked her, a hint of amusement in his voice.

"Because Cho spends half her time crying these days," said Hermione, saving her without noticing. "She does it at mealtimes, in the loos, all over the place."

"You'd think a bit of kissing would cheer her up," Ron joked.

"Ron," Hermione straightened in her place and took a deep breath, "you are the most insensitive wart I have ever had the misfortune to meet."

Mel snorted.

"What's that supposed to mean? What sort of person cries while someone's kissing them?" Ron argued.

"Yeah," said Harry, still worried. "Who does?"

Hermione looked at the boys with a sad little expression; then she looked at Mel waiting for her to say something. Mel merely shrugged.

"Don't you understand how Cho's feeling at the moment?" Hermione asked softly.

"No," said the boys.

Mel rolled her eyes. Hermione, who couldn't help herself, started to explain everything.

"Well, obviously, she's feeling very sad, because of Cedric dying. Then I expect she's feeling confused because she liked Cedric and now she likes Harry, and she can't work out who she likes best. Then she'll be feeling guilty, thinking it's an insult to Cedric's memory to be kissing Harry at all, and she'll be worrying about what everyone else might say about her if she starts going out with Harry. And she probably can't work out what her feelings toward Harry are anyway, because he was the one who was with Cedric when Cedric died, so that's all very mixed up and painful. Oh, and she's afraid she's going to be thrown off the Ravenclaw Quidditch team because she's been flying so badly."

"I can relate to that," Mel sighed. "Minus the flying, I mean, I managed to get in the team after all—" Hermione hushed her.

"How can you relate to that?" Ron asked in disbelief. "One person can't feel all that at once, they'd explode!"

"Just because you've got the emotional range of a teaspoon doesn't mean we all have," said Hermione sharply.

"That explains why you haven't been kissed, Ronnie," Mel teased.

"You've kissed my brother once, you can't talk!"

Mel had to bite her tongue so she wouldn't say she'd kissed someone else apart from Fred Weasley.

"She was the one who started it!" Harry exclaimed over their bickering. "I wouldn't've — she just sort of came at me — and next thing she's crying all over me — I didn't know what to do —"

"Don't blame you, mate," said Ron, shivers running up his spine.

"You just had to be nice to her," said Hermione, then she stopped writing once more and looked up. "You were, weren't you?"

"Well... I sort of — patted her on the back a bit."

"Dear Merlin..." Mel ran a hand over her face in embarrassment. "Why are you like this?"

"Well, I suppose it could have been worse," Hermione said with contained annoyance. "Are you going to see her again?"

"I'll have to, won't I? We've got D.A. meetings, haven't we?"

"You know what I mean."

Harry's face was a bunch of mixed emotions, she wondered if Ron was seeing what she was seeing, then maybe he'd be able to believe one could possibly feel many things at once.

"Oh well," said Hermione simply, "you'll have plenty of opportunities to ask her..."

"What if he doesn't want to ask her?" Ron said bravely.

"Don't be silly! Harry likes her, don't you, Harry?"

The boy glanced at Mel again and she pretended to be busy putting all her stuff inside her bag.

"Who're you writing the novel to anyway?" Ron asked, saving Harry the trouble of admitting something that could damage their thin bond even further.

"Viktor."

"Krum?"

"How many other Viktors do we know?"

Mel sat there in silence, a mix of second-hand embarrassment for Harry and something like a sharp, little sting in her chest that she was sure had to do with him as well. She thought about Erick and wondered if it was a good idea to plan a meeting for the next day so they could talk about all the things that were happening in such a short amount of time.

"Well, 'night," said Hermione as she finally finished her letter to Krum. "You're coming, Mel?"

"Yeah," She stood up.

Harry got up abruptly as well, Mel froze in place and stared at him.

"What?" She asked.

In the end, he picked up his own bag and nudged Ron's leg.

"Nothing— We're going too, right Ron?"

"Yup!" Ron stood up, his bag already on his shoulder.

"Okay..." Mel said, still feeling slightly uneasy about his behaviour. "See you..."

When it was just the two girls in the room, Hermione sneaked her way into her bed and sat down.

"I think it was nice of you to be kind to Harry, he was quite upset."

"It's not really my place to be rude, is it? I'm with Fred now... sort of."

"Yes, you are," Hermione said in a tone that sounded like she could tell Mel was having doubts. "And you're happy with him. There's no need to overthink it now."

"No," Mel sighed. "I feel bad for him though, their kiss wasn't ideal."

"Well, your first kiss wasn't perfect either," Hermione shrugged. "You simply threw yourself at Fred in front of everyone while he was in a temper..."

Mel's cheeks felt warm. She wanted to reply with 'That wasn't my first kiss.' But that would only provide a context Hermione did not need to know.

The girl laid on her bed and against her own will, thought about the very first night Harry had kissed her. Back then he looked like he knew what he was doing, but she couldn't blame him. Mel wasn't crying when they'd kissed. She was beaming with joy. For only a second, she felt happy that Harry could count that as his first.

Then a bitter voice that would come to her more often than not came to interrupt her thoughts.

'Well, he could've had more of those if only he hadn't tried to play the hero with you. He deserved that! He can't take you back whenever he pleases...'

No, he can't, Mel agreed.

At some point after falling asleep, Mel started to have a very strange dream. She felt her body on the bed, but the setting was slightly different, the light was coming from the wrong side of the room and she was wearing a different set of pyjamas.

A sharp pain shot up her forearm and cracked open her skull, or at least, that's how it felt. She let out a sharp cry, sitting up abruptly. When she opened her eyes she realized she was back on her bed, not only that, but she finally knew why the one in her dream had looked slightly different. It was the boys' room.

She got up, sweating profusely and feeling nausea. Luckily for her, her scream hadn't woken up her roommates, and she could leave the room without them noticing. When she reached the stairs she ran into Neville, who was looking really pale.

"Mel!" His eyes widened in relief. "You heard him? He's really ill..."

"What happened?"

"He–He woke up screaming and threw up..."

"Go get McGonagall," She urged him. "I'll take care in the meantime, go!"

Neville nodded and left, she walked into the room and the boys turned to look at her. Dean moved away so she could get to Harry.

"Harry, mate," Ron was saying, "you... you were just dreaming..."

"No!" He cleaned his face hastily, there was vomit on the floor, next to his bed. "It wasn't a dream... not an ordinary dream... I was there, I saw it... I did it..."

"He's talking nonsense since he woke up," Seamus told her. "He's saying Ron's dad was attacked."

Mel felt something cold run down her back. Harry gawked again and Ron jumped.

"Harry, you're not well," He said. "Neville's gone for help..."

"I'm fine!" Harry coughed, shaking uncontrollably. "There's nothing wrong with me, it's your dad you've got to worry about — we need to find out where he is — he's bleeding like mad — I was — it was a huge snake..."

"Move over," Mel said in a determined voice.

Ron hadn't noticed her until she spoke, he seemed relieved to have her there.

"Harry," She supported one leg on the mattress, trying not to step on the vomit. "What happened?"

"You have to believe me," He said hoarsely. "I swear it wasn't a dream— We have to—"

"I believe you," She said. "I can feel it, remember?"

Harry blinked, a worried expression on his face.

"Yes... I remember..."

"Good," She held his face firmly and stared into his eyes. "Now, show me what you saw."

"What?"

"Think about your dream," She explained. "I'll see it."

She wasn't an expert at Legilimancy yet, but now was the perfect time to make use of her hours studying the subject. Wouldn't hurt to try...

Harry nodded and stared back at her, his frown deepening as he tried to recall every little detail.

It was the strangest sensation, getting pulled into someone else's thoughts. She saw the dark hall, Mr Weasley's body covered in blood in a place that looked slightly familiar. The weirdest part of all was that Harry had seen it from the creature's point of view— What did he say it was? A snake..?

Mel blinked, stumbling away from Harry and feeling Dean and Seamus holding her so she wouldn't fall.

"Merlin, that was hard..."

"What did you do?"

"I saw... I read his mind," She said dryly.

"You what?"

"Don't go around telling this to other people!" She warned them. "I mean it, this is a secret!"

"Fine!" Ron exclaimed. "But what did you see?"

Before she could reply, Neville and McGonagall entered the room.

"What is it, Potter? Where does it hurt?"

"It's Ron's dad," Harry sat up again. "He's been attacked by a snake and it's serious, I saw it happen. Mel saw it!"

"What do you mean, you saw it happen?" Professor McGonagall frowned. "What do you mean Mel saw it?"

"I don't know... I was asleep and then I was there..."

"You mean you dreamed this?"

"No! I was having a dream at first about something completely different, something stupid... and then this interrupted it. It was real, I didn't imagine it, Mr Weasley was asleep on the floor and he was attacked by a gigantic snake, there was a load of blood, he collapsed, someone's got to find out where he is..."

"It's true," Mel added hurriedly. "It woke me up— You... you know what that means, right?"

"I'm not lying, and I'm not mad!" Harry insisted. "I tell you, I saw it happen! Mel did something a second ago, she saw my thoughts!"

"I believe you, children," said Professor McGonagall. "Put on your dressing-gown, both of you. We're going to see the headmaster."

Next Chapter —>

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notalwaysthevillian · 4 years ago

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My Whirlpool of a Life

Ships: Kaminari/OC

Word Count: ~2.k

I will not be doing a tag list for this fic.

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Chapter 4: Study Group

The rest of my first day was boring compared to working on our special moves. English had never been my strong suit. There were just too many words. Math was a struggle, but at least I somewhat understood what was going on. When it came to Modern Literature, it turned out I’d already read most of the books on the syllabus.

Foundational Hero Studies was at least a little interesting. We ended up talking about my parents, by pure coincidence. All Might had no idea that I was their child until the end of class, when Midoriya whispered it to him.

He’d started apologizing profusely, but I’d stopped him.

“It’s fine. A lot of people tend not to talk about them around me, but you praised them so much for doing what they could. It was nice, hearing something so good about them.”

School was finally over, and most of us were heading back to the dorms.

Mina skipped up to my side, linking with my left arm. “So? How was your first day?”

“Kind of boring, to be honest.” I admitted, hearing her laugh. “Minus working on our special moves of course. That was super neat, even though I didn’t get quite as much time.”

“Yeah, I saw you were sparring with Aizawa!”

Kirishima stopped and turned around. “You did so good! He’s really fast, and you nailed him.”

My face flushed. “I didn’t mean to leave a welt though.”

“It means you did a good job.” Bakugo rolled his eyes. “Just accept the compliment. Keep improving and maybe I’ll let you fight me.”

I tilted my head. “Wouldn’t the water just nullify your explosions?”

“WHAT DID YOU SAY?”

Iida cleared his throat as Kirishima held Bakugo back. “While it wouldn’t nullify the explosions, it would significantly reduce them. Perhaps if you could create ice like Todoroki, you could freeze over his gauntlets.”

“If you remember, I beat IcyHot the last time.”

Kaminari appeared on my other side, grabbing my hand. “Bakugo, lay off her.”

He growled, but walked off with Kirishima. “Whatever, extras.”

“How does his quirk even work?” I said out loud.

Midoriya immediately launched into a detailed explanation of his quirk. It seemed like he had the most notes on Bakugo, which I thought was interesting.

“How do you know so much?”

“Oh, we were friends when we were kids.” He half-hid behind his notebook. “I’ve been studying his quirk for years.”

“I’ll definitely be coming to you if I need any information about anyone.”

Uraraka showed up out of nowhere, stealing Deku away. She was a little flustered as she talked, all but confirming the crush she had on him.

Speaking of crushes, Kaminari linked his fingers through mine. “Wanna help me study?”

“God, I think I need help studying.” I thought back to Math class. “Literature is my best subject. The others…not so much.”

“Momo does a study group if you need help!” Mina flashed me a smile. “She’s really helped us improve our grades. I’m sure she wouldn’t mind if you joined us, as long as you don’t distract Kaminari too much.”

“Hey!”

“Your grades will only get worse if you ogle at your girlfriend when you’re trying to study.”

I batted my eyelashes at Kaminari, laughing as his face went pink. “I can’t help being irresistible.”

“How are you two this cute already? No fair.” It looked like Hagakure had caught up, and was crossing her arms. “I want a relationship like that.”

“You just gotta have that spark.” Flicking his fingers out, Kaminari sent a shower of sparks out.

Hagakure shrieked. “Careful!”

“Oh, relax. That’s hardly enough wattage for you to feel anything but a little tingle.” He ran a hand through his hair, the static making it stick up slightly. “I have wayyyy more than that running through me on a good day.”

I blinked. “Is that even safe?”

“I can handle it, Dew Drop, no need to worry about me.”

“Dew Drop? That’s too cute!”

We climbed the steps of the dorms, heading back inside. It was refreshing to be back in the cool air. The heat wasn’t helping me regain any energy I had expended in training.

“Catch you in a bit.” Kaminari kissed my knuckles and walked off, leaving me blushing.

Momo walked up to me before I could make a break for my room. “I couldn’t help but overhear that you might want to join our study group?”

“If that’s okay.”

“The more the merrier!” Her smile lit up her whole face. “Do you like tea? I usually make some for everyone. Oh, and we usually meet about a half hour after class ends, so everyone can relax, but so they don’t forget what we learned completely.”

“I’m not too picky about my tea, so whatever you choose is going to be great, I’m sure.” I hoisted my bag up a little higher on my shoulder. “And I’ll meet you here in half an hour then? Or…”

“Oh, at the table.” She gestured to the other room. “It helps keep everyone focused. Though I suppose I’ll have to keep you and Kaminari apart. Or maybe not, you might be able to motivate him.”

“We can try a few ways, see what works?”

“Absolutely. I’ll see you soon!”

I headed up to my room, glad to get a few tranquil moments to myself. The fountain bubbled away as I meditated. Once I was in a more calm mindset, I put away the stuff I didn’t need help with, before heading down to join the others.

“Oh, am I late?”

Everyone was already sitting in what I could only assume was their specific seats.

Momo leapt to her feet. “Oh I asked them to come a bit early! I was trying to figure out the best place to put you.”

“We decided here!” Mina pulled out a chair next to her, and across from Kaminari. “Near the people you’re the most comfortable with so far.”

“Thanks guys!” I took my seat, grabbing my books out of my bag. “I want to get to know everyone eventually. But for right now…”

“We get it! There’s a lot of us.” Sero gave me a smile. “Your quirk is amazing, by the way. You’d probably knock me flat in seconds.”

“Oh, thanks!” I could feel the heat in my cheeks. “I’m still working on control, but for the most part I know what I’m doing.”

“It looked like you had control to me!” Momo tilted her head.

“For now, yeah.”

I didn’t want to talk about my lack of control, which Momo must have realized. She clapped her hands together and got us started.

We worked individually and only asked a question when we got stuck. Anyone who was good at the subject we were on would jump in and help.

This led to me finishing my homework fairly quickly.

“Oh! I’m done.”

“Can you help me out with some of the Foundational Hero Studies work?” Sero looked about ready to throw his paper across the room. “Um, if you can. It’s about your parents.”

“I can try.”

“So it says they were trying to hold off this Muscular guy.” Sero pointed to a picture of said villain.

“That question, right.” I’d just finished that one. “Should they have called again for backup or held him off?”

“Why didn’t they call for backup? They were outgunned in every way.”

The pipes above me rattled as I felt my control start to slip. I sucked in a deep breath. Sero wasn’t insulting them, he was just asking a question. “There were still civilians in the way. Kids. If they had split to call for backup, there was a chance the civilians would’ve gotten hurt. Or potentially killed.”

Sero reviewed the footage again. I looked away. “By the storefront.”

“Oh!” He finally spotted them. The glare from the screen moved and I looked back to see he’d turned it away from me. “Sorry.”

“It’s fine.” I waved a hand, accidentally sending water flying down the table. “Shit.”

There were cries of surprise until I waved my hand again, putting it back into the glass. “I’m just gonna -”

“Please stay?” The look in Kaminari’s eyes absolutely made me melt. I nodded, moving over to the empty chair next to him. He linked our fingers together, putting our joined hands on the table.

“So Momo, I’m stuck on this math question.” He changed the subject, squeezing my hand slightly.

The study session continued. I put my other arm on the table, laying on it so I could look at everyone. Mina made a face at me, making me giggle. I stuck my tongue out as retaliation.

After a while, I must’ve fallen asleep, because I woke up to gentle zaps as Kaminari poked my cheek. “Psst, Dew Drop. Dinner’s ready.”

“What if I just sleep instead?”

“Nope, come on, you gotta eat.”

He tugged on my arm until I stood up, frowning at him. “I was comfy.”

“We can snuggle on the couch when you’re done eating.”

“Fineeeee.”

Kaminari smiled at me, pulling me towards the kitchen. “You’re adorable when you’re sleepy.”

He made me sit at the table, grabbing me a bowl of stew, before sliding it in front of me. “Please eat.”

I dug in, not realizing how hungry I was until the delicious smell hit my nose. Before long I’d powered through my bowl.

“Is there more?”

“You’re the first girl I’ve seen eat like that.” Kaminari said as I got up to grab seconds.

I filled up my bowl before sitting across from him, gently sliding my foot against his. “Get used to it.”

Redness spread across his face as I played footsie with him under the table. “Uh, ye-yeah. I’ve got a lot of new stuff to get used to, huh?”

“I do too though.” I pointed out, eating slower now. “We’re in this together.”

“For better or worse.”

“Isn’t that when you get married?” I asked, raising an eyebrow.

He sent me a wink, making me blush. “It’s only a matter of time.”

#mha #my hero academia #my hero academia fanfic #kaminari x oc #kaminari/oc

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sunflowersandotherthings · 5 years ago

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your song (harry styles)

a/n: almost got to 1k words here, but not quite. i’m slowly working my way up. hope you like. probably some mistakes, at this point i’m just trying to put more stuff out there to lay down a foundation for myself. it’s taken me almost 2 years to work up the courage to actually post stuff on here.

no warnings :)

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Warm sunlight poked through the closed blinds, gently pulling you from your sleep. The windows were open somewhere in the house, and the sounds of birds chirping and driving cars floated through the house. It was a perfect morning, you stretched your muscles, hearing bones crack and yawning loudly. Wrapping the blanket tighter around you, you turned around to face your boyfriend. Reaching out, your fingers were met with the cold mattress, blankets pulled back from his side.

Groaning, you brought his pillow to your nose and breathed in his scent before pulling yourself out of the warm comfort of your bed. On your way towards the bedroom door, you grabbed a sweatshirt off of the floor and pulled it over your messy bedhead.

Wrapping your arms around yourself, you called out into the flat,

“H?”

“In here m’love” his scratchy morning voice called back from his office. You’re bare feet padded loudly on the hardwood as you turned around and walked towards his office. When you entered the room, the cozy feeling overwhelmed you. Usually, when Harry was in his office you let him be, as he was probably working on his songs and you didn’t want to interrupt the process. He was sitting in his large chair, in only a pair of sweats and a hair tie keeping the front of his hair out of his face. He was scribbling furiously in a notebook, his nose scrunched up in concentration. His lips were pulled to one side, a smirk forming on them as he saw you walk in wearing one of his sweatshirts.

You walked over to him, squealing when he pulled you into his lap and placed a soft kiss on your forehead. You looked over to his notebook, his messy scrawl still hard to read even after over a year of trying to read it.

“Whatcha writing?” You asked, snuggling into his warm chest and listening to his heartbeat.

“I’m tryna write somethin’ for you.” You look up at him, a disbelieving smile on your face.

“Really?”

“I sa’ tryin, love. It’s not going so good. It’s just’ hard to put it inta words.” he set his chin on top of your head, sighing happily.

“These are the kinda moments I wanna be able to write about.” you pulled back, looking into his eyes, stunned by how green they looked in the low light of the room.

“I love you so much, Haz.”

“I love you too, y/n. I just want this song to be perfect.” you put your hands on either side of his face, feeling his stubble scratch your palms.

“Harry, whatever you write will be perfect. I guarantee it. As long as you don’t name it after a fruit” you muttered the last part more to yourself

He pulled you off of his lap, rolling his eyes, and sitting you down in the across from him. He reached over and grabbed his guitar, positioning it comfortably in his lap. He positioned his fingers before quickly looking back up at you.

“It’s still a work in progress.” You gave him an encouraging smile, internally melting when he looked back down and a straw curl fell into his face. This man really is perfect, and somehow you got lucky enough to share your life with him.

He started playing the chords, concentrating hard on not messing up. You could tell he was slightly holding back, but the music he was playing sounded beautiful nonetheless. The chords alone reminded you of so many happy memories with Harry, so many late mornings and picnics on the balcony and walks to get coffee. The music made you feel warm inside, and you didn’t even notice the tears welling in your eyes until they were falling down your cheek. Harry started singing, humming in areas he didn’t have lyrics for yet. It was beautiful, the most perfect thing you’ve ever heard. It was like sunshine warming your back, like walking through the park hand and hand with leaves crunching beneath your feet. It made you feel happy, made your heart swell. You wondered how in the world Harry could bring back so many small memories with a few notes on his guitar that you’ve never heard before until now. The words felt like home.

After about a minute, he finally looked up from the guitar, meeting your eyes. He set the instrument down and you flung yourself into his arms.

“It’s not finished yet, but I wanna take m’ time, make it perfect fo’ ya. I know the chorus needs some work, bu-”

“Harry.” You said firmly, stopping his rambling. He put his hand onto your cheek, his cold rings a large contrast to his warm skin. You craned your neck forward and placed a kiss on the tip of his nose, putting your forehead against his. You watch his eyes flutter closed and smile to yourself.

“I’m gonna go make us some breakfast.” You tried to pull away from him, but he just wrapped his arms around you tighter.

“Stay here jus’ fo a couple more minutes, lovey.” He said without even opening his eyes. You felt his body relax, his muscles letting go of their tensed position.

“Whatever ya want, H. We can stay here for as long as you want.”

#harry styles fluff #harry styles #one direction #harry styles imagine #harry styles x reader #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles one shot #harry #tpwk #trying my best

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loser-lenny · 5 years ago

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This is my first Tumblr post besides the reblogs I do and I’m still very new to it so.. I’ll probably forget to tag a lot of things and to that I’m really sorry^^ This is a drabble I did a while ago for Intrulogical :0!! I named it Meteor Shower, based off of the Cavetown song,,

Words: 750

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People didn’t seem to watch Logan as much as he did, which was strange to Remus.

He was notorious for his ability to find words even if they didn’t make sense, to form sentences and always have something to say even when he didn’t. When he looked at Logan; when he watched him scribble stars in the margins of his notebooks and heard him outside his door throwing sheets off of his desk in frustration, he was able to formulate not a word. He was speechless.

Remus wanted to help him— he was dying to help himself and Logan find them, to find words. To scour amongst the sand for the brightest shells to inspire, to pick and pull constellations from the sky out of morbid curiosity, to look at each other and know what to say. He knew that the man, brilliant and intelligent and human, wouldn’t ever think the same way as him. He would seldom ever take a glance in Remus’s direction and believe the same things. But Remus liked to dream.

In one of his dreams of a better world, Logan had been next to him, smiling. A real, genuine smile. Their hands were interlinked, resting solemnly in the tall, thick grass as the moon flickered above them. He had gazed down from the stars to see Logan staring at him, as though his face was a million times better than any constellation and any full moon. Remus had melted.

He was setting himself up for failure here, he knew it. He had gone to copious lengths for all of this, pondered for far too long and moved things around far too much for Logan to even think about taking him seriously. The Imagination, or his part of it anyway, wasn’t used to making stuff like this; to having celestials painted across the sky with the snap of his fingers or to having a pair of strategically placed, rickety, old, aesthetically-pleasing-to-the-mood swings resting on its surface. It hissed and moaned at his attempts to make things pretty, but he had managed to lay things down flat after a while.

Remus felt giddy, happy, ecstatic; he grinned brightly at the sky and swooned at his own articulation of lost words.

He had taken Logan’s glasses, vanished into the Imagination and waited. It felt like he had sat there for hours, fumbling with the dirty frames for forever, opening and closing them, cleaning the glass against his shirt, setting them down on the grass before picking them up again. Minutes passed, he swiftly felt Logan trudging through the Mindscape, clearly irritated.

“Out of all of the possible candidates, I somehow didn’t expect you to be the one who had taken them.” He had grumbled, placing a hand on the blurry figure’s shoulder. Remus felt his fidgeting stop at the warm touch, relishing in every aspect of the large, safe hand on his back before it was gone. Logan sat down next to him and snatched them back, promptly placing them on.

“Honestly, if you had wanted me to come out here so badly, you could’ve just as—'' he glanced up and immediately, Logan dissolved like salt when it touched water, eyes glued to the scene above. His mouth was agape, awed by the lights speckling the canvas above them.

Remus squirmed, closing his eyes and leaning back. “Figured you might enjoy something like this. No big deal and all, it only took a few minutes and I—“

“—It’s exceptional.” Logan whispered, likewise to Remus, leaning back against the soft dirt that littered the ground. The man next to him had frowned slightly, letting out a large sigh. Logan seemed, well, speechless, which wasn’t what he had been hoping for.

They sat in silence for a few minutes, staring up at the stars.

“The glasses were a smart idea.” Logan said. “You knew I couldn’t live without them for more than a few minutes.” A pause. “I’m happy I came to look for them instead of going to bed. You can see all of the constellations from here! Canis Major, Cancer, Orion..” he pointed to what he named. Remus felt warm.

“Y-yeah?” Remus mumbled, twisting the zipper to his thin fleece coat. “Well uh, what do you think of it?” he waved to the sky.

The man smiled, glancing to the other with not a blink of doubt in his eyes. “I love it.”

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thepaperpanda · 6 years ago

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Shooter || Joker x Reader

Summary: You're a witness of three privileged men killing at the subway. You accidentally meet the shooter the day after and he's far from what you've imagined he'd be.

Warnings: None

Words: 1562

Authors: Cass & Ailo

The gunshots brought back the pain; it was as if he would still be laying on the dirty sidewalk in that alley, being kicked by those teenagers, trying his best to protect his head and crotch from blows. The gunshots were sounded as if they could crack a skull, as if the sound itself could purify the mind. Arthur's stomach lurched as he lowered gun he was holding in hand. He did this. He actually did this. Then silence returned far more thickly than it was before the shots, as if everything around man was collectively holding it's breath.

You were hiding behind one of pillars, hand covering your mouth as you desperately tried to calm down your breath and racing heart. Witnessing such a thing was too much for you. Using subway was your everyday thing, you were using it to get to work as well as return home. This unfortunate day you were going back home later than usual, the evening was calm until you heard shooting in the other cart. You didn't see much through little windows between carts. The little bit of view was terrifying enough to make you sneak out of the cart as soon as it stopped. You peaked out of your hiding spot just to look if you could go but all you saw was a man being shot as he tried climbing up the stairs. Quickly returning to your spot you started to pray to get out of this alive. Thanks God, the shooter disappeared and you were able to get out of the station safely. You thought about going to the police but all you wanted truly was to go home and hide in the safety of your little apartment. "I can always go there tomorrow," you told yourself, running back to your place.

Arthur returned home and pretended he was all fine but he wasn't.

That evening everything was making him angry, especially his mother and her pure trust in Thomas Wayne. Arthur helped her take bath but as soon as he put her to bed, he went to his own, little room and sneaked under the sheets, pulling quilt on his head as he was trying to hide himself from this world.

You should have to be asleep for a few hours but you simply couldn't find yourself a place. Sitting on the couch, looking at the movement on the tv's screen, your mind was going crazy recalling every second of the event in the subway.

Even if you were in your own flat you still felt scared because of such things were becoming an everyday thing. Shaking your head you forced yourself to go shower and get to bed.

Arthur was fired. All he could have done was get out of there with his head up, he didn't want to show them that they've broken him down like an old branch of a tree. He sat at the not high fence, foot tapping up and down like some dumb wind up toy. Man was rethinking his entire existence.

For you the morning was hard, dragging yourself out of the bed was horrible yet you started to get ready for going out.

Your friends made you join them during the protest against all the rich people in the city. You didn't really like such events because of the crowd but maybe they would finally affect something, you thought.

You never were a conflict person, you always tried to avoid fights or arguments but you hated all those rich bastards. They were having fun in their skyscrapers while all the regular people were drowning in trash and poverty.

Holding the strap of your bag you walked trough the streets, trying your best to not get crazy because of the yesterday's situation. You stopped your walk when you spotted a man, a really sad man.

Arthur felt observed, and indeed he was being watched.

A rather young woman was standing several steps from him glaring at him curiously.

At first he didn't react but when she was standing still in front of him, man raised his head a little and tilted it aside so his locks fell off his face, letting him see her fully.

Man looked too similar to the one from yesterday, it kinda made you afraid and all you've wanted was to run back to your flat but his look made you concerned.

You let out a sigh and smiled at him gently when he looked at you. Walking slowly you started to move closer to him. "Hey there... is everyhitng okay? You look sad," you said shrugging softly as you played with the strap.

He looked you deeply in the eyes; emotionless and empty eyes of his were like a well which ran dry. "Yeah," he replied without thinking too much. He observed you still yet he didn't move at all.

"So... Why so sad and aren't you cold? It's quite chilly today," you said bouncing on your legs a little. "Maybe I can help you somehow?"

"Do you like comedy?," He asked out of sudden. The question was so random that even he giggled a little but the giggle was full of darkness and sadness.

You blinked looking at him, taken aback by a sudden question. Thinking for a little moment you quickly nodded. "Sure! Who doesn't? I love to have a good laugh, it helps to keep going in this city. For me at last."

He sent you a brief smile but it was more a curl of his lips in a grimace. "I'm a comedian, I've always wanted to be a comedian," he said as he hopped off the fence and made a pose like only clown would do.

"Oh wow! It must be great, I bet you know a lot of jokes and anecdotes," you said smiling at him more and clapped your hands a little. "But you are missing one thing, friend."

He was about to reach into inner pocket of jacket to pull his notebook out and read something for you but he stopped any movement, looking at you. He shook his head for "no".

"Smile," you said giggling. "Come on, smile for me and I am ready to hear you out."

You turned round to find little bench, sitting down you put one leg over other like ever lady would does. Looking at man you send him another smile and waited at his performence.

He tried his best to smile yet he felt like tears started to gather into his eyes. He turned around few times and posed again but instead of smiling naturally, he slipped two fingers of each of his hands into his mouth corners and spread them upward in a grimace which had to be pretending smile.

You looked at him, raising your eyebrow. "Okay, let's say that this is enough to convice me. So? Can I hear you and your jokes?," You asked kindly.

You were really courious what he will 'serve' you. The things you told him were true, despite being young you already hated your life in Gotham. Silly comedies, stend ups and all of this helped you cope with the hard life and kept you away from bad thoughs and stuff.

Arthur pulled his notebook out of the pocket and opened it with shaking hands, turning page after page. When he was looking down onto his notes he was about to cry in a spot because of the sadness that were coming out of them. "Knock, knock."

"Who's there?," You asked looking at him.

"The man who killed three shitbags in the metro yesterday," he whispered seriously.

You looked at him completely struck with your eyes wide open. After a moment you laughed, it was very nervous. "You… Are you joking, right? 'Cus you are a comedian," you asked shortly.

"Am I looking like someone who's joking?," He asked openly.

You sat there quiet, swallowing heavily, soon you shook your head for 'no'.

"And do you know what's the worst? I'm fucking happy about what I've done, I don't regret killing them."

You giggled nervously and nodded, slowly moving to the edge of the bench, trying your best to slip away from him.

"I won't hurt you," he assured raising hands up. "I won't hurt you, no need to run."

You got up from your seat and looked at him. "You promise? I... I saw you. I swear, I didn't go to the police. Cross on my heart," you said.

He shook his head slightly with that strange grin on his lips. "I don't mind it. I have nothing to lose and I'm tired of pretending it wasn't funny."

You nodded, looking at him. Your hands once more played nervously with the strap of your bag. "You know…," You began slowly. "I think you did a right thing. Whoever they were, they deserved this. They play around because they are 'good, rich boys' while we all struggle here. Wayne and everyone similar to him could die in the fire and the city would become better instantly."

He listened to you patiently as the grin on his lips grew wider. Arthur nodded his head a little like he would be bowing to you. "When city will be burning, it's gonna be triumph of unprivileged. And I tell you this, it's gonna come sooner than everyone expects."

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sofhyuck · 6 years ago

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Spinning Webs

Genre: fluff, spiderman!Jisung, best friends to lovers!au

Word Count: 7.3k

Excerpt: “Actually I can’t walk home with you today, I’ve gotta take care of some stuff.”

“What stuff? Han Jisung, don’t tell me you’re actually going to stay after school and study!” You gasped, mockingly bringing your hand up to grasp at your chest.

“Ha ha very funny,” Jisung deadpanned, rolling his eyes as he started towards the front entrance of the school, you following close behind. “Aunt May wants me to run some errands on the way home.”

“I can go with you.”

“They’re kind of out of the way.” “

Oh, ok.” You frowned, taking the hint that Jisung clearly didn’t want your company.

“I’ll see you tomorrow though, yea?”

“Yea, I guess.”

Masterlist

A/N: this is kind of a mix of so many different stories and yet another conversation heavy mess!!! also there’s a bit of cursing. @jisung-enthusiast this is for you, again uwu

Dude I just got bit by a fucking spider

You rolled your eyes at the text, setting your phone back down on your bedside table. Leave it to Jisung to interrupt your studying session with a meaningless text. Opening your book back up, you settled into the lull of studying and attempted to absorb the information laid before you. Barely ten minutes passed before you gave up, none of your textbook making any sense. Sighing in frustration you shut the book, turning back to your phone in hopes of a distraction. Before you could even unlock it, your door burst open, an out of breath and dishevelled Jisung making his way inside.

“Why didn’t you respond to my text?” Jisung pouted, flopping down next to you on your bed.

“Why would I?” You responded, nudging his knee away from where it dug into your side.

“Because it’s cool! Here, look at it!” Jisung held out his arm, a red and slightly swollen mark right on his shoulder.

“Ew, Jisung that’s disgusting! Did you even clean it?” You groaned, turning your head away from the gruesome sight.

“No, was I supposed to?” He mumbled, poking at the wound.

“Yes! God stop touching it you’re gonna get infected.” Rolling off the bed, you pulled him up and dragged him down the hall towards the bathroom.

“C’mon Y/n it’s fine, it’ll heal on its own,” He whined, reluctantly allowing you to sit him down on the sinks.“I swear you’re such a mom.”

“Sorry I don’t want my best friend to get his arm amputated!”

“Oh my god it’s a spider bite.”

“Still.” You muttered, wetting a washcloth and lightly dabbing at the reddened bump on Jisung’s arm. “There, that wasn’t so hard now was it?”

“Yea ok but you didn’t have to get so worried.”

“Whatever,” a breath of air passed through your lips. “How did you even get bit by a spider anyways?”

“You know how I went on that field trip for my bio class today? Well I kind of went a little off course and ended up in this weird ass room full of spiders and one of them decided to bite me.”

“Jesus, Jisung, can’t you stay out of trouble for once.”

“Never, baby.” He grinned with an added wink. “It’s part of the Han charm.”

“I didn’t realise that was even a thing.”

“All the ladies swarm, Y/n, don’t underestimate me.”

With a roll of your eyes you left the bathroom and headed back to your room, Jisung following close behind. Once you entered your room, you turned to face him, only to be shocked at his sudden change in appearance. He looked pale and a film of sweat covered his face, his body swaying a bit.

“Hey, are you feeling okay? You’re not looking too hot.”

“I always look hot,” he laughed weakly, bringing a hand up to wipe at his face. “But yea, I’m not feeling too good right now, I think I’m gonna head home.”

“Are you sure you don’t wanna stay here? I’m worried you might faint on the way home.”

“You know I’m not that far away. Plus, you know Aunt May will worry if I don’t come back.” He shrugged, already throwing on his jacket.

“She’s gonna be worried either way, given your condition,” you sighed. “Stay safe, text me when you get home, okay?”

“Got it mom, see ya tomorrow!” He managed a weak grin before heading out the door. After he left you tried to refocus on your studies but to no avail. Thoughts of Jisung swarmed your mind and you couldn’t stop worrying about his health. It was rare that he got sick; despite his shitty eating habits he somehow managed to remain relatively in shape and healthy. Not to mention the rate at which he had fallen ill was nothing less than alarming. You threw your books down with a huff, coming to terms with the fact that there was no way you’d be able to pay attention. Your phone lit up with a text from Jisung informing you that he’d made it home safely and you sighed in relief. You lay flat on your back for a second, gathering your thoughts before getting ready for bed. Hopefully Jisung would be feeling better tomorrow.

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The hallways were filled with noise, students jostling you around as you stood in front of Jisung’s locker. Tapping your foot you impatiently glanced at your phone. There were only a few minutes left until homeroom and Jisung had insisted that you meet him before class. Funny looks were shot your way but you merely ignored them, too caught up in your anger towards your best friend. Just as you were about to give up on him and head to class, a hand came down on your shoulder.

“Boo.” Jisung whispered in your ear, cackling as you jumped in surprise.

“Jesus Christ Jisung I’m going to kill you. Do you even know what time it is?”

“Aw, c’mon, you can miss a little bit of homeroom. It’s not like we do anything anyways.” He placed his hands on your hips, swinging you around.

You raised your hand, ready to take a swing at his forearm, but faltered at his healthy appearance. You glanced up and down his body in search of any signs of weakness.

“Dude, weren’t you like, on the verge of death yesterday? You look so healthy how is that even possible?”

“Guess I’m just a fast healer.” He shrugged, running a hand through his hair.

“Since when?” Before you had the chance to further question his reasoning, the homeroom bell rang, jolting you away from his grip. His hands clung to your waist and Jisung flushed as he frantically tried to peel his hands away from you.

“I know you want to spend more time with me but I really gotta go.” You laughed lightly, finally prying his hands off.

“Sorry, I guess they’re a little sweaty.”

“I don’t think that’s how it works.”

“Aren’t you supposed to be in homeroom right now?” Jisung groaned, cheeks a deep red.

“See ya later, Ji.” You laughed before running towards your classroom. It was only when you sat down that you noticed a sticky substance on your shirt. Figuring you had leaned on something while on the subway, you focused on your teacher’s ramblings. You had to do the laundry anyways.

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The day passed as normal, time slipping by until it was final period. History: the only class you shared with Jisung and the only one he was actually passing since you helped him with every assignment. Jisung slid into his seat beside yours right as the bell rang and you nudged him lightly in the side, shaking your head at his almost tardiness. He only rolled his eyes in response, throwing his notebook open on his desk, earning him a glare from your teacher. Opening up your own notebook, you neatly wrote the date while tuning in to the teacher’s dronings.

Halfway through class you glanced over at Jisung to make sure he wasn’t falling asleep. Your eyes widened when you saw him sitting up straight, leg bouncing rhythmically. It was rare that Jisung didn’t fall asleep during history class, leaving you to hit him over the head and wake him up. But there he was, seemingly paying full attention to the teacher. He turned to look at you, briefly raising his eyebrows in a questioning glance. You shook your head and he turned back to face the teacher, your eyes still trained on his profile. The teacher’s shrill voice pulled your attention back to the front of the class and you finally broke your gaze from Jisung. Struggling to return your focus to the teacher’s lesson, concerns for Jisung began to flood your mind. He was totally acting weird, right? It wasn’t just your imagination, there was definitely something off. Before you realized it, the bell had rung and you looked up to see Jisung stood in front of you.

“Finally made it back to earth space cadet?” He chuckled, leaning on top of your desk. You flushed at his teasing, heart picking up speed as he leaned down to be face to face with you.

“Yea, sorry, I’ve just got a lot on my mind right now.” You shrugged, rushing to pack up your belongings so that you could walk home. Shoving the last of your papers into your backpack, you swung the bag over your shoulder. “You ready to go?” You smiled, turning to face Jisung.

“Actually I can’t walk home with you today, I’ve gotta take care of some stuff.”

“What stuff? Han Jisung, don’t tell me you’re actually going to stay after school and study!” You gasped, mockingly bringing your hand up to grasp at your chest.

“I can go with you.”

“They’re kind of out of the way.”

“Oh, ok.” You frowned, taking the hint that Jisung clearly didn’t want your company.

“I’ll see you tomorrow though, yea?”

“Yea, I guess.” You pouted.

“See ya cutie.” He grinned, ruffling your hair before taking off down the crowded street. Chewing your lip nervously, you heavily debated following him before finally deciding that it wasn’t worth it. If something was wrong he would definitely tell you. And if he didn’t want to tell you what was up, then you weren’t going to press him to spill. Begrudgingly you headed home, eyes trained on the cracked sidewalk, feeling too defeated to even look ahead of you. Maybe you weren’t as close as you had thought.

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Jisung didn’t walk home with you the next day either.

“Gotta work on a project with some other guys at their apartment.” He said. Bullshit, you said. Frustrated and hurt, you turned to the only person who knew Jisung better than you: Aunt May. Nervously, you picked at the lint covering your comforter, waiting for someone to answer the phone. After three rings, Aunt May’s voice came through.

“Hello, Y/n, how are you?” She asked, her cherry voice lifting your mood to some degree.

“I’m well! I was wondering if Jisung came home yet, he told me he had to work on a project after school and I wanted to make sure he got home safe.”

“Why, he’s been home since school ended. He ran straight upstairs and he’s been in there for hours.” Your face flushed in annoyance and you almost drew blood with how harshly your teeth dug into your lower lip.

“Is that so?”

“Yes, I’m sorry dear. He’s been acting rather odd the past few days, if that makes you feel any better.”

Sighing heavily, you assured her that you were fine and bid her goodbye before hanging up the phone. You flopped back on your bed, stuck staring at the ceiling. Minutes passed and you hardly blinked, the glow in the dark stars you and Jisung had stuck on the ceiling slowly melting into the ugly cream paint. You had put the stars up when you were in fourth grade. Jisung had received them as a birthday gift and, knowing that your parents would be more lenient than his aunt and uncle, decided it would be a great idea to put them in your room instead. At that time he slept over constantly, so it made sense to the both of you. You worked together without your parents knowledge, giggling as half of the stars ended up on each other’s faces. While your parents didn’t mind the stars, they were distraught that you had used a chair and a pile of books in order to reach the ceiling. Jisung comforted you as you sniffled, embarrassed that your parents had scolded you in front of your best friend. In fact, Jisung had always comforted you when you were distraught or in pain. You could always count on him as a shoulder to lean on, and you hoped he felt the same for you.

Determined to help him in his obvious time of need, whether he wanted it or not, you sat up and swung your legs over the side of your bed. You were best friends, god dammit, and best friends are always supposed to have each other’s backs. Throwing on a pair of shoes you stormed your way down the block towards Jisung’s house, weaving your way through the busy New York sidewalks. Finally arriving, you briefly greeted Aunt May and Uncle Ben before marching up the stairs. Not even bothering to knock, you swung his bedroom door open only to be hit right in the face with a sticky substance.

“Shit, fuck what the fuck are you doing here!” Jisung stuttered, scrambling to your side to aid you in peeling off whatever the hell was on your face.

“Jisung what the fuck? What is this? And why have you been lying to me?” You shot back, finally ripping off the remaining substance and inspecting it in your hands.

“I…it’s hard to explain.”

“Well I’m all ears. And I think I deserve an explanation at this point.” You glared, holding your ground.

“Fine.” He sighed, sitting down on his bed and patting the spot beside him, signalling for you to sit beside him. Cautiously you sat down and he shuffled closer, your thighs now pressed against one another. “So you know how I got bit by that spider and then I almost passed out on your floor?”

“A little dramatic but yes go on.”

“Don’t act like you weren’t worried,” he huffed before continuing. “Well anyways I did pass out when I got home and, well you saw me the next day. I was perfectly fine. In fact, look I got jacked!” Jisung pulls up his shirt sleeve, flexing so that you can see the newly formed muscles. Your cheeks turn red and your eyes flitted around the room, not sure where to look.

“Ok, I see, please go on.”

“Aw, little Y’n’s all shy because her best friend is hot, how cute,” he teased, prompting you to smack him on his now rather firm bicep. “Anyways, so I was like ‘huh this is weird but gotta get to school’ because, you know, education comes first! But then my hands kept…like…sticking to stuff. I mean you saw that morning, I had to pry my hands off of you! So then I kept doing stuff that was really weird for me like, dude, I closed my locker like how I normally do? Right? But the entire row shook and I swear they almost came off the wall. That’s why I didn’t walk home with you, I wanted to try and figure out what was going on. And, well, I think I figured it out.”

You looked at him expectantly as he seemed to be internally struggling with what to say next. With a sigh, he turned to face you.

“It’s easier if I just show you. You see that soda can over there? Keep your eye on it.”

Confused, you complied nonetheless, eyes trained on the empty can. In a flash, a white string shot out and attached to the can, pulling it into Jisung’s hand.

“What the fuck was that?” You gaped in awe at the can.

“It’s like, well, that spider gave me spider powers?”

“So you’re telling me that you shot me in the face with a fucking spider web?”

“…Yes? Sorry?” He grimaced, his body shrinking into his frame.

“You’re like…you’re like some sort of superhuman then?”

“I guess you could call it that, yea.”

“Well, what are you gonna do now?”

“I’m not really sure yet, I’m still trying to keep all of this shit under control.”

“Ok, well, just be safe, I guess.” You shrugged, fiddling with the frayed strings of the friendship bracelet Jisung had sloppily made for you last Valentine’s Day.

“You’re not freaked out or anything? I mean, this is pretty weird.”

“You’ve always been pretty weird Jisung, I figured you’d get into some trouble at some point. I just didn’t expect something so…supernatural, I guess.”

“I take offense to that.” He huffed, yanking at the bracelet in order to gain your full attention.

“But you know it’s true.” You teased, sticking your tongue out at him. “I mean, it’s a little freaky. As long as you’re not hurt, though, and as long as you don’t shoot any more fucking webs in my face, then I have no need to be worried.”

“Aw, is little baby Y/n worried about me? How cute.” Jisung cooed, squishing your cheeks between his palms.

“I’m always worried about you, asshole.” You rolled your eyes, swatting his hands away. “You’re such an idiot and you constantly get into shit, how could I not be.”

“You’re seriously such a mom. I promise, I’m not gonna get into any trouble, ok? You don’t have to worry about me baby.”

“I seriously doubt that.”

❃❃❃❃

Your feet pounded against the pavement as you raced towards Jisung’s house. You hardly paid notice to the people around you, unable to hear anything besides your heavy footsteps and your heart practically beating out of your chest. Arriving at his doorstep you yanked the door open, immediately calling out for anyone. You had barely kicked off your shoes when you spotted Aunt May sat at the kitchen table, her head cradled in her hands. Cautiously, you walked over, placing a gentle hand on her shoulder. She looked up, giving you a feeble smile before pulling out the chair beside her, signalling for you to sit down. Neither of you spoke; neither of you even knew what to say. You sat there for what felt like hours, waiting for something to break the silence.

That something came half an hour later in the form of a panting and slightly bloodied Jisung. Rising to your feet you were prepared to take him into your arms but you held yourself back, realizing he and his aunt needed each other more than they needed you. You stood by the table, watching the two embrace each other, murmuring words of comfort to one another. Eventually, Aunt May broke away, mumbling something about needing to go to bed. Jisung turned to you, gesturing for you to follow him to his room. The door closed with a soft thud and Jisung pulled you into his arms. You rubbed a soothing hand along his back, allowing him to quietly sob into your shoulder. He pulled away after a few minutes, wiping at his eyes and allowing you to see the damage done to his face.

“What the hell happened Ji?” You queried, voice barely above a whisper as your fingertips brushed over the cuts littered around his face.

“It’s nothing.” He shrugged, turning his face away from your concern laced gaze.

“It’s clearly something. I find out that—that your Uncle has been killed? And then you’re missing for what, hours, only to come back looking like this? Do you have any idea how worried I was, let alone your Aunt?”

“I told you that you don’t have to worry about me Y/n.”

“Well clearly I do. Now tell me what. Happened.”

“I followed him.” Jisung spoke up after a pregnant pause, voice barely above a whisper.

“What? Who—who did you follow?” You stuttered, already knowing the answer but dreading it nonetheless.

“I followed that bastard who killed my Uncle.”

You started at his words, shock and anger pumping through your veins.

“Jesus Christ Jisung how fucking…reckless and, and stupid do you have to be? That’s so dangerous Jisung you could have gotten seriously hurt!”

“He killed my Uncle, Y/n. I don’t give a shit if I got hurt.”

“You may not care but I do. And did you even stop to think about how much that would destroy your Aunt? She already lost her husband she can’t lose you as well. I—I can’t lose you Ji.”

The room turned silent for a moment and you fiddled with your bracelet, waiting for Jisung to speak up. He ran a frustrated hand through his hair before he brought it down to rest upon your waist. His gaze locked with yours and you tried to comprehend what was going on in his mind.

“I’m sorry. It’s just…” Jisung trailed off, inhaling deeply. You rubbed at his arm soothingly, encouraging him to keep talking. “It’s my fault he’s dead.”

Your hand faltered on his bicep, squeezing the muscle lightly.

“What do you mean?” Your voice came out barely over a whisper, head tilting to the side in confusion. Jisung paused, taking a deep breath before speaking again.

“I could have stopped him. That fucking bastard who killed my uncle; I had the chance before to stop him but I let him go and now look what happened.”

“Ji…”

“No, Y/n, I know what you’re going to say. But I can’t help but feel like I’m at fault here, ok? Fuck, I was just so mad and upset at myself that I, I followed him.”

“You what?” You nearly yelled, pushing him slightly.

“I fucking followed him, ok? I have all these powers and shit now, why not use them to do good? It was so easy to follow him and I just…wrapped him up in the web and left him for the cops.”

“That’s so dangerous Jisung you could have gotten seriously hurt!”

“He killed my Uncle, Y/n. I don’t give a shit if I got hurt.”

“Jisung I don’t…it’s not good…this, you could’ve been hurt!”

“Why don’t you get that I. Don’t. Care!” He shouted, grasping your shoulders. “I have powers now, I can help us, help the city! I can’t just sit idly by when I know I can be out there helping people!”

You’re frozen, torn between scolding and praising him. His hands are still glued to your shoulders, his breathing labored from his previous speech. A moment passed as you both deliberated over what to say next, minds whirring a mile a minute. Bringing your hands up to rest on his chest, you heave a heavy sigh.

“Don’t get hurt, ok? I’ll fucking kill you if you get hurt.”

“Isn’t that rather counter productive.” Jisung smirked, the air in the room lightening as the serious atmosphere slowly faded away.

“You know what I’m saying asshole. Do good but stay safe. I can’t lose you.”

“I can’t lose you either, yea? You’re my best friend, I don’t know what I’d do without you. We need each other. Hell, I’d probably be dead by now if it wasn’t for you.”

“You give me too much credit.” You laugh, bringing a hand up to move his bangs away from his eyes.

“You don’t even know half of what you’ve done for me.” Jisung interjects, taking your face into his hands. “You’ve helped me so much, and you don’t even know.” His hands fell down to grasp yours, slowly walking you towards his bed. He flopped down on his back, pulling you to lay down beside him. Wrapping you in his arms, Jisung nuzzled his nose into the top of your head, both of you breathing in each other’s scent.

“Thank you.”

❃❃❃❃

Sat at one of the picnic tables in a small park by your home, you were taking in the peaceful sounds surrounding you whilst eating your lunch. Graduation had taken place a week ago, both you and Jisung earning your well earned, well mostly well earned, diplomas. Wanting to make the most of your summer before you had to head off to college, you decided to just relax, hence your current situation. You closed your eyes, concentrating on the birds chirping, only to be interrupted by a loud slam on the wooden table. Your eyes snap open to be faced with a fuming Jisung.

“Have you fucking seen this shit?” He hissed out, finger jabbing at the crumpled newspaper laid out on the table. You looked down to read the headline.

“Spider-Man: superhero or superzero?” You read aloud, looking up to face him when you’re done.

“They’re saying I’m a menace, that I—I’m terrorizing the city and making the police’s job even harder! As if the police even fucking do anything anyways! New York has never had a lower crime rate and it’s definitely no thanks to them.”

“Jisung calm down there are people around.” You whispered, coming around the picnic bench to stand before him.

“I’m sorry Y/n but I’m just so fucking pissed off right now. They’re acting like I’m the bad guy when I’m the only person doing any good out there.”

“Just ignore it, Ji. They’re just assholes trying to profit off of all the hype you’re creating. The truth is the people love you and that’s all that matters.”

“I know I just…it kinda hurts. I’m just trying to help the city but the city forces are trying to villainize me.” He sighs, bringing his forehead down to press against your own.

“Don’t let it get to you, focus on what really matters.”

“All of the people who love and adore me.” He grinned down at you.

“Don’t let all the praise get to you either, idiot.” You smack his chest, taking a step away from him. “Focus on helping people, not on what people say about you. Whether it may be good or bad.”

“I won’t, don’t worry. Even when I’m rich and famous I won’t forget about you.”

“You’re literally such an asshole.” You rolled your eyes, sitting back down at the table.

“And yet you still love me.” He teased back, taking the seat across from you.

“Occasionally.”

“More like all the time.”

“You wish, spiderboy.”

“It’s Spiderman!”

“Oh? Where? I don’t see him.”

“Look who’s being an asshole now.” Jisung whined, reaching over to snag a few of the chips you were eating.

“It’s all because I love you.” Slightly sticking your tongue out at him, you reached over to give him half of your sandwich. “Now eat up, we can’t have the city’s number one superhero starving to death.”

Jisung takes a huge bite, chewing slowly. “Always taking such good care of me.” His words were muffled, fighting to get through the sandwich stuffed in his mouth.

“Gross, swallow before you speak.” You wrinkled your nose, clamping his mouth shut with your hands. A mischievous glint filled Jisung’s eye but you stopped him before he could speak. “Who would think that the city’s number one hero would be such a pervert.”

Jisung swallowed before clearing his throat. “You’re the only one who gets to know baby.” He grinned.

“So annoying.”

“Only for you babe, only for you.”

❃❃❃❃

“I think I’m dying.” Jisung groaned, flopping through your window onto the bed, his hand clutched to his side.

“Jesus Christ Ji, what the hell happened?”

“The fucking Goblin. He won’t stop terrorizing the city. Got me in the side with some weird flying machine thing. It’s not that deep, see?” Jisung removed his hand, showing you the shallow gash. You had seen worse on him, that was true, but it still looked painful. Since you were the only one who knew the man behind the mask, Jisung had taken to visiting you whenever he got hurt, despite your less than subpar nursing skills. Not to mention that you had to come up with weak excuses for your parents in order to explain the sudden influx of first aid kits littered around your room.

“You need to be more careful.” You tsked, rummaging through your desk drawer to find an open kit. “I swear, I’m about to go broke from buying you all this shit.” You pour some alcohol onto a cotton pad, swiping it over the wound.

“Fuck, it’s not exactly something I can control.” He hissed out, hands clenched into fists at his sides. “You know, for some odd reason, the bad guys don’t exactly care whether or not I get hurt.”

“Looks like I have to give them a good talking to then, because I really can’t waste all my money on this shit.”

“Thanks for your concern.”

“Yea, yea, whatever. Now take the suit off.”

“If you wanted to see me naked you should have just asked.”

“I don’t want you to be naked I just need to get this bandage around you. And I did ask. You should really get a better suit, you know, this one is practically being held together by thread.”

“And where am I supposed to get a better suit?”

“I don’t know, ask someone on craigslist or something.” You mumbled. Unwinding some gauze, you began to wrap it around Jisung’s waist. The task required you to reach around him, your cheek nearly coming in contact with his chest. Finishing up, you pulled away, cheeks red from the close proximity. You busied yourself with cleaning up your equipment, unaware of how Jisung’s face was flushed, the coloring travelling down to his bare chest. Closing the kit, you turned back to face Jisung who had managed to calm his beating heart.

“You should go home now, it’s getting late and your Aunt might notice you’re gone.”

“Actually she went to stay with her sister for the weekend, something about needing a girl’s weekend. I was hoping I could stay here?” Jisung’s voice raised at the end, bringing a duffle bag out from behind his back.

“Guess I can’t exactly say no, can I. Don’t want to get in trouble for kicking a superhero out of my house.”

“Stop acting like I’m a chore.” He whined, tugging at your sleeve.

“Of course you can stay over, what kind of best friend would I be if I made you go home?” You smiled, patting his hand. “Now go get washed up, you smell like shit.”

“Always so kind to me.” Jisung grinned, lifting himself off of your bed to head towards the bathroom. He winced lightly as he stood and you sat straight up but Jisung merely waved you off, signalling that he was all right. You fiddled around on your phone while you waited for him to get washed up, having already gotten ready for bed before his elegant arrival. The door closed and Jisung gently flopped down beside you, looking over your shoulder to gaze at your phone. Scrolling through Instagram, you watched a few funny videos before you locked your phone, reaching over Jisung to place it on your nightstand. He pulled you down onto his bare chest, deeming it too warm to wear a shirt, and you listened to his heartbeat, the sound slowly lulling you to sleep. Sweat beaded on Jisung’s forehead, both from the heat and the fear that you would pick up on how fast and erratic his heartbeat was. Lazily he rubbed your arm, staring up at your ceiling. He counted the glow in the dark stars until he fell asleep.

❃❃❃❃

Darkness clouded your vision, eyes struggling to adjust to the absence of light. A searing pain pounded at the back of your head, making it even more difficult to focus on your surroundings. Attempting to move your limbs, you find your ankles bound in chains locked to the floor. You tried to focus on a single spot in the room, shapes slowly becoming prominent. Just as you’re able to make out the items surrounding you, a door opens and the lights turn on, nearly blinding you. You bring a hand up to your eyes, attempting to shield them from the bright light. They adjust much quicker this time, and you inhale sharply at your surroundings. You’re sat in the center of the room, floors existing only on the perimeter of the room and where you’re sat, the rest of the room taken up by what is, essentially, a giant fish tank. Looking up, you lock eyes with the man behind your current situation.

“The Green Goblin.” You whispered, eyes flickering to the tripod he was fiddling with, placing a camera to face directly towards you. “W—what is this? Why am I here?”

“As if you don’t already know.” His voice rang throughout the room, his glowing green eyes piercing through your shaking form.

“I really don’t.”

“I would expect someone so close to Spiderman to be much smarter than you.” He tsked, crossing his arms over his chest.

“I—I don’t know…Spiderman’s identity is a secret to the whole city—”

“Bullshit! I’m not as dumb as you and your little friend. Did he really think he could keep you safe? For fuck’s sake the kid whizzed off to your apartment every time we fought, it wasn’t hard to follow him. Too bad you always closed the curtains before he took his mask off, otherwise you wouldn’t be here; I’d be able to take out that little shit if I saw his face. Looks like I have to use you as bait instead, draw him out of hiding.”

“And then what, you throw him in the tank?”

“Oh, sweetheart, that would be too easy. I’d much rather see the city he protects turn against him, tearing him apart until he has no choice to give up. See this camera here? This camera is programmed to override every screen in the city, along with another camera situated across town. That camera, my dear, will broadcast a timer, counting down to the detonation of a bomb situated right in the heart of Manhattan. The whole city will be able to watch their favorite hero choosing you over the city. He already knows you’re here, and he knows that he has twenty minutes before that bomb goes off, and before the floor beneath you disappears, leaving you to fall into the water below you. And, spoiler alert! You won’t be able to get out.”

You shivered at his revelation, fear and disgust crawling up your spine. There was no way Jisung could save everyone, there just wasn’t enough time. Of course you didn’t want to die, but the thought of the whole city running Jisung out of town because of you? It was practically unfathomable. It did make you wonder, would Jisung risk thousands of lives just for you? Sure, you were his best friend, but that’s where the line stopped. You were convinced your feelings for him didn’t go both ways, and this definitely wasn’t how you wanted to find out how he really felt.

“Now, your little boyfriend should be here in about, hmmm, I’d give him fifteen minutes before he shows up.” The Goblin cackled, pulling your attention back to the present. “Smile for the camera, dear.” He turned the camera on before slipping out the door, giving you one last taunting wave. You sat there, rigid, feeling the eyes of thousands of people on you, even though you were alone in the room. It felt as though you were on a a dissection table, surrounded by people watching you get picked apart. People you didn’t know, people who didn’t know you, were suddenly transfixed on your every movement, waiting for Spiderman to show up; or not. The room was silent save for the water churning around you, filling you with fear with every passing moment. You had no way of knowing how much time had passed, The Green Goblin not providing you with the luxury of any form of timepiece. All you could do was sit and wait, stuck unknowing of when you were going to die. You had finally come to terms with your impending death, prepared to be plunged into the water at any moment. Then the door flew open.

“Fucking shit.” Jisung gasped, suited body doubled over in an attempt to regain his breath.

“What the hell are you doing here?” You hissed, tears forming at the edge of your eyes. “You have to leave. You have to save the city.”

“I’m not leaving you. There’s still time, I can get you out of here.”

“No, you can’t. I’m…there’s chains. You can’t, you have to leave.” Your voice cracked as you tried to keep your composure. “Just…just let me go. The world needs you.”

“But I need you.” Despite the mask covering his face, you could tell he was staring straight into your eyes, trying to convey the emotions he couldn’t put into words. Your heart clenched, tears falling down your cheeks as you tried to comprehend all the emotions flying around the room. Struggling to splutter out a response, Jisung cut off your blubbering.

“Besides,” His voice suddenly had a cocky lilt to it and you could tell he was smirking under his mask. “I’ve got this.” He brought his left hand out from behind him, a mass of wires and metal sat in his hand.

“Is that…?”

“The bomb?” He chuckled, tossing the contraption up into the air. “Why yes, yes it is.”

“Why the hell didn’t you lead with that?”

“I thought this would be more dramatic; besides, the city is watching.”

“You asshole.”

“You love me.”

“So now what, we blow up and the city is saved?”

“Of course not!” He exclaimed. “You see, The Goblin made a mistake. This pool is meters deep and there is no one around for maybe a mile wide radius. If I were merely to drop this bomb into the pool, the water would take all of the shock from the explosion. So, let me just put this here and I can help you get out of here.” With that, Jisung dropped the bomb into the pool before swinging over to where you sat, fingers working to unlock the chains from around your ankles.

“You’re insane Jisung.” You whispered, making sure the camera wouldn’t be able to pick up his name.

“Only for you, babe.” He muttered. “It’s not coming off fuck ok, give me a second.” He dropped the lock and positioned his wrist at the keyhole. Webs shot out, wrapping around and inside the lock. You held your breath, gaze unwavering from Jisung’s handiwork.

“How much time do we have?”

“Enough.” A second later, the lock shattered from the pressure of the webs and Jisung scooped you up. “Hang on, we gotta get out of here before that thing goes off.”

Wrapping your arms around his neck, Jisung swung out of the building, moving as fast as he possibly could to get you away from the explosion’s radius. You closed your eyes tightly, the wind rushing past your ears as you hid your face in Jisung’s shoulder. A loud boom echoed from behind you, and you peaked out to see a large column of water shoot up from the building you had escaped from. You shuddered at the sight, arms tightening around Jisung’s neck.

“It’s ok,” he whispered, landing to perch on top of a nearby building. “Everyone’s safe. You’re safe.” Whipping off his mask, Jisung shook out his hair. It was only then that you noticed the tears running down his face. You brought your hands up to his cheeks, softly stroking them as you wiped away the tears. His eyes closed, nuzzling his cheeks further into the warmth of your hands as he grasped at your waist. The world seemed to be at a standstill, the events of the past few hours feeling eons away as the two of you held each other. A quavering breath broke the silence and Jisung finally opened his eyes, his gaze filled with emotion.

“Are you—are you ok? You must have been so scared, fuck, it’s all my fault.”

“No, it’s not your fault. We both should have been more careful, more smart. I should have realized he would follow you, we were both naive.”

“You don’t understand, Y/n. Do you know why he took you?” You shook your head, confusion prevalent on your face as you tried to understand what he was saying.

“Out of all the people in my life that he could have easily found, he chose you. It wasn’t just at random; there’s no way he doesn’t know about my Aunt if he knows about you. It’s because he knows that you’re my greatest weakness. He—he knows that I’m in love with you.”

Your hands faltered and you brought them down to rest on his chest, completely shaken by your best friend’s sudden confession.

“You do?”

“Obviously!” He exclaimed, throwing his hands up into the open air. “I’ve been in love with you since, god, I don’t know! Eighth grade? But it doesn’t matter now, I put you in danger and you probably never want to speak to me again, I wouldn’t be surprised if you moved cross country.”

“Jisung shut up.” You glared at him, slapping lightly at his chest. “I would never, never, leave you. I’m so utterly in love with you, you idiot. What kind of heartless asshole would I be if I just abandoned you like that?”

“Wait, you love me too?”

“Yes! Since, like, freshman year!”

“Maybe The Green Goblin is right, we are pretty stupid.”

“Not stupid, just a little dense.” You laughed lightly, wrapping your arms around his waist.

“More than a little.” Jisung shook his head, resting his forehead against your own. His gaze flickered, momentarily staring at your lips before looking back up. “Can I…?” He whispered, not needing to finish his question as you nodded slightly in compliance. You both leaned in, lips joining in the middle. It was a brief kiss, lasting no more than ten seconds, but it was all you needed to convey the love you held for the boy in front of you. Pulling away, your eyes fluttered open, a dumb smile spread across both of your faces.

“That was so much better than anything I could have ever imagined.” He grinned, his thumb coming up to rub lightly over your bottom lip.

“So you’ve imagined kissing me?”

“I’ve liked you since eighth grade. If I’m being honest, I’ve imagined doing way more with you.”

“God you’re such a pervert!” You groaned, attempting to wiggle out of his grasp.

“Don’t act like you don’t love it. You’re my girlfriend now, we can live out all of my wildest fantasies.” He teased, tightening his grip on you.

“I’m not gonna be your girlfriend if this is how you’ll act.”

“Aw, don’t be like that baby. I’m sorry.” He pouted, pecking you briefly on the lips.

“Fine, I’ll be your girlfriend. Just, promise me you’ll be safe.”

“You know I can’t promise you that,” he sighed, “as long as I’m out here fighting crime it’s inevitable I’ll get hurt along the way.”

“I know,” you huffed, staring straight ahead at the spider emblem sewn to his chest. “But I still want you to be careful, ok?”

“I will. For you, I’ll do anything.”

“So what are we gonna do now? The Green Goblin is still out there, and we don’t know what state the city is in right now.”

“I don’t know.” He sighed, running a hand through his hair. “All I know is that as long as you’re by my side, everything will be ok.”

“If I don’t break up with you for being a pervert, it’ll be for comments like that.”

“Oh come on! I was being romantic! What more do you want from me?”

“How about you take me home?”

“Moving a little fast now, aren’t we?”

“What did I just say about being a pervert.” Pinching his chest lightly, you glared at his smug expression.

“Sorry babe.” He grinned. “I just can’t control myself around you.”

You shook your head at his antics, laughing nonetheless. Wrapping your arms around his neck, Jisung picked you up and you pressed a kiss to his jawline. Jisung couldn’t contain his grin as he pulled his mask back on, swinging the both of you home through the dark night’s sky.

#physics? he doesn't exist in my universe #also kinda shit waaaaay too much dialogue #stray kids imagine #stray kids fluff #stray kids au #han jisung imagine #han jisung #han jisung fluff #han jisung au #stray kids #jisung imagine #jisung fluff #jisung au

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Familial Ties (And How To Break Them) 5/14

SFW ~

Dawn found Pate sitting on her bed, the open half of Fuchs's book in her lap, her laptop in front of her, with a spiral notebook covered in cramped, hurried notations, some of which had been scratched out. Excitement was beginning to bubble in her chest, she thought she just might have uncovered a solution to the Rigel problem.

Early as it was, she couldn't wait another minute before filling Beej in on what she'd found, to see if he thought it might be possible. It might be grasping at straws, but it was better than nothing. Gathering everything into a pile she could transport one-handed, Pate clumsily wriggled her way off the bed and crossed to the door, gripping the knob and throwing it open with an enthusiastic cry of,

"Beej! I think I've figured it out!"

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The door was thrown open, away from him, and with no support, he fell into the room. To his disappointment, she'd changed her clothing; he'd have gotten another pretty view of her panties if she'd kept that sleep shirt on! As it was, sprawled on the floor at Pate's feet, he tried to play it off cool.

"Hey, uh. Hello again!" he said as he pushed himself up. "You figured what out?"

He tried to stand, but his legs were tangled in the quilt and he struggled mightily to not fall over again.

He failed, and hit the wall.

Pate gasped when she opened her door and spilled demon all over the floor, blinking dumbly down at him. Had he fallen asleep outside her door? Warmth blossomed in her chest at the thought, but as he visibly labored to stand only to fall again she hurriedly stepped around him to deposit her burden on the end of the couch, rushing back to kneel next to him and help untangle the quilt from around his legs.

"Are you okay?" she asked worriedly.

"I'm good, baby," he replied, and didn't help at all to get her quilt off him; it was nice to feel just the thought of her hands on his legs.

Once he was released, he popped up and gave her hand up as well, pulling her to her feet; the motion made her end up against his chest. For a second, he froze, then as smoothly as he could, he stepped away.

"What did you figure out?" he asked again, gesturing towards all the paperwork she'd left on her couch.

Hearing the term of endearment again, his hand extended down to help her up, the feeling of her warm fingers encased in his cold ones.... Her pulse fluttered, and then to find herself standing against him, it was almost enough to make her forget what she'd been so eager to tell him.

Mentally shaking herself, Pate beamed at him.

"I think I know how to banish Rigel!" she announced, dropping herself onto the couch and spreading her research around so he could see it. "I couldn't sleep, so I started looking through the book, trying to find that incantation. I didn't see it, so I figure Rigel must've gotten that page."

She giggled when he rolled his eyes in an "of course . . ." sort of way.

"But! I did find this." She turned the book around to show him the page in question. "Ora infernum! Hellmouths. I used to see depictions of them in medieval illuminations all the time, but I never thought they'd be real! If Google translate is worth anything at all, it looks like they're actual living creatures who act as portals to hell. Fuchs writes that if you're able to kill the hellmouth, that portal closes. So could we do that? Push his pompous ass through a hellmouth and then kill it so he can't come back?"

And he'd thought Sandworms were bad. Those . . . "hellmouths" looked fucking terrifying.

He took the destroyed book from her and looked at the illustration more closely. "So, are they like a sarlacc, or something? Are they a vacuum? Am I going to get sucked in?"

He knew he was peppering her with questions, but one was most important of all.

"How the fuck would we kill that thing?"

Pate rifled through her notes, sweeping a loose strand of hair out of her mouth.

"Hmm . . . Fuchs isn't totally clear on that. It looks like the only one he ever saw was already dead. All the depictions I ever saw of them in manuscripts, it didn't look like anything was being pulled in, more like the mouth is just a tunnel. A really gross tunnel down a monster's throat where you end up in hell, but just a passageway. As for how to kill it, I'm sure we can come up with something. Those tentacles of yours, couldn't they do some serious damage?"

Beetlejuice had no desire to get any body parts near that ugly thing. He looked dubiously over the illustration again.

"What prevents anyone in the mouth from just walking back out again?"

She crossed her arms, humming thoughtfully to herself.

"Also unclear... I'd guess that once whoever is in the mouth, you've got to kill the creature to seal the exit."

She leaned back against the sofa, frowning at the carpet as she pondered. How to kill such a giant monster? All she really had to go on was Hollywood and folklore. Wooden stake? That was vampires... And from what she could tell, the hellmouth was just a head. No heart to stake. Silver bullet? Possible, but it would have to be a massive bullet to kill something so big. Pate sat upright with a tiny gasp.

"Holy water," she said.

"Holy water? Like the stuff priests bathe in or whatever?" he asked. He only had a vague idea of the stuff; water was water and it wasn't his best friend. "I suppose . . . but we've got to find one of those things, and get Rigel to it. That's a lot of work, baby."

Pate shrugged, offering a tight smile. "I know. It's a long shot, but it's all we've got. Rigel's your..." she grimaced apologetically. "Brother, right? You know him better than I do, where would he go?"

He grimaced.

"Half brother," he reluctantly admitted. "My bitch of a mother's favorite out of all of us. He was always the best about dragging souls to the Netherworld."

He thought about her question for a moment, chewing his thumb nail.

"He's one of two places," he finally said. "The Vatican, because if he can get priests, that's like hitting the lottery. Or Las Vegas, because sometimes quantity over quality isn't a bad thing. If he's feeling like it, he'd definitely get more pussy in Vegas, but that doesn't mean he wouldn't get down and dirty with religious officials . . . so . . . flip a coin?"

Pate picked up on the bitter edge to his voice when he talked about his family, though she'd gotten the gist from his interaction with Rigel and the barbs tossed back and forth. She scooted closer to him on the couch while he thought, spotting some loose change she'd left on a small wooden tray table by the sofa. Plucking a quarter from the bunch she plopped back down next to him, their legs pressed flush as she held it up to show him.

"Heads Italy, tails Vegas?" she asked.

He hesitated for a beat, then gave a firm nod and Pate took a breath and flicked the coin in the air with her thumb, watching it spin.

"Vegas is always good for tail, baby," he joked, and didn't care that made her blush. The coin arced into the air, then landed on the carpet with a soft sound. He laughed at the result. "Looks like we're headed to Sin City!"

Pate rolled her eyes, grinning all the while so he wouldn't take it the wrong way. "I've never been to Nevada," she quipped. "It's hot out there, right? I'd better pack my shorts."

⁂

Pate leaned back in the driver's seat, left hand on the steering wheel, right hand drumming her thigh in time with the music playing low over the radio. She and Beetlejuice were nearing the halfway point of the nearly 2300 mile drive to Las Vegas. The GPS mounted on her dashboard said it was a 33 hour expedition one way.

Of course it would have been infinitely faster to fly, but Pate didn't think she could bear the stress of trying to get Beetlejuice through airport security. If she were honest with herself, spending the better part of two days in a vehicle with him was too tempting to resist.

Sitting still for that long, however, wasn't something the specter was accustomed or suited to. So Beetlejuice was currently reclining in the passenger seat with her tablet, playing the games she'd showed him. She glanced over at him every so often, intent upon whatever he was doing, the tip of his tongue held between his teeth as he concentrated. She smiled, her heart swelling and thumping a little harder at the sight.

This vehicle. He hated it. Hated. It. It was too small, the seat only went down to a weird, not-quite-flat position with a weird angle, the backseat was okay if he didn't mind curling up but Pate wouldn't let him ride with his feet out the windows. The tablet she'd brought along was okay; it at least passed the time and kept him distracted. She distracted him too, but she'd told him she got creeped out when he just sat still like a corpse and stared at her.

Sometimes he crawled into the back seat just so he didn't have to work as hard to hide the broomstick that occasionally showed up in his pants. The overnight accommodations? In the crappy motels? Those were a trial too, because she couldn't afford two rooms. He always pretended to sleep, but spent the nights listening to her breathe.

At long last the towering hotels and casinos of Sin City lay sprawled before them, the many hundreds of thousands of windows flashing in the bright desert sun.

As they left the highway traffic grew a bit more congested, but she was content to putter along at a snail’s pace, looking around as much as possible while still keeping an eye on the road. Pate turned a wide grin at Beej, who had clambered back into the passenger seat and slipped out from under the shoulder strap of his seatbelt. She insisted he wear it, she said it was so the cops didn’t pull them over and so the seat belt alarm wouldn’t go off the whole drive, but mostly she wanted him to be safe if something happened. She never told him that last part.

He was leaning forward, his arms folded across the dashboard, grinning back at her. They cruised down Las Vegas Blvd, past the famed hotels and casinos.

“I booked us a room on the strip,” she told him, looking out for the unmistakable pink neon lotus outside the hotel. “Figured as long as we were going to Vegas we might as well do it right!”

He looked from one window to the next to the next to the next, sometimes catching Pate's eyes as he grinned. This place looked bright, it looked chaotic, it looked like a good place for a great time. It looked like the perfect playground for all sorts of hedonism.

"On the Strip? Which hotel? Look! Cher is still here! Can we see Cher? Huh? Or one of those shows at night when the women are naked? Huh? Pate! Let's see one of those!" Did he sound like a kid on sugar? Maybe, but he didn't care.

His hyperactive enthusiasm made her laugh as he rattled off requests, and she decided then and there that sometime in the not-too-distant future they were going to go on a real vacation. But for the time being . . .

"Slow down there, Bug," she giggled. "We've got a mission, remember? Find a hellmouth, get our hands on some holy water, and then boot your shitstain of a brother back to hell."

Beej pouted, sliding down in the seat and making her giggle more.

"But, if all goes well, I don't see any reason why we couldn't take in a show."

His exuberance returned at once, full force, and Pate laughed. His unbridled excitement must be catching, because she could feel it fizzing in her chest like bubbly champagne.

"As to our accommodations . . ." she said, pulling into the drive, the enormous Flaming Lotus in bright pinks and orange blooming from the corner of the entrance of the building on their left. "It's not the Bellagio, but it beats the hell outta Motel 6."

He couldn't help but grin widely at the nickname she'd taken to calling him during this, and this hotel?! It was just as loud and hard on the eyes as he could be, and he loved it. Pate kept an incredibly tight hold on him as she marched him through the lobby. As much as he wanted to lay down on the marble floors or explore the space, her hand clasped around his or her arm under his jacket around his waist to keep him contained was much much better. He knew what a marble slab felt like, anyway.

In the elevator, a couple with a kid gave them--him-- a look, and his dead eyed return stare hurried them off the lift without making more eye contact.

When they were gone and the two of them were alone the rest of the ride up, Beetlejuice didn't draw attention to the fact that Pate hadn't released his hand.

At the room, he was disappointed to find two beds; it was just another indication of her distrust of him. That still stung, but she had been right. They had a job to do.

tbc

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