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sinsofsummers · 1 year

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cool about it

3.4k | boston!joel miller x f!reader

summary: it’s that day again. you don’t know why joel’s so withdrawn, but you help him manage it in the best way you know how. based on 'cool about it' by boygenius. warnings: angst angst angst, angsty smut (sorry), 18+, mdni, implied age gap (joel 50s, reader late 20s) grumpy & sad joel, drug use, alcohol use, oral (m receiving), p in v, creampie, shoulder kisses, pet names & slight praise, body worship kind of, feelings but also joel is bad at feelings, established...situationship. thing. pining (but don't tell them that). romance?? how dare you accuse them of such treachery note: i am so sorry...this is pure unbridled self-indulgence. pls forgive me. also this is set in boston qz, reader and joel have a similar relationship to the one he has with tess, but she doesn't exist in this au (i'm so sorry). also i am kind of so proud of this one

It's been years since you met him, since you've begun to crack his otherwise hard exterior, helping him shed every icy layer to reveal the tired, aging man beneath it all. You've both gone to unbelievable lengths to protect one another against any trouble, or enemy, or plague, that has cast itself in your way. Each night concludes with your limbs tangled together, hands tucked safely within each other's reach. A promise, so quiet it's hardly binding—I've got you.

You've never defined exactly what it means when he calls you sweet pea, or when his lips drop a chaste kiss to your forehead in the morning, or when his hand lingers on your elbow a little longer than normal in the QZ. It never needed to mean anything, so the two of you never spoke about it. You belong to him; he belongs to you.

And yet, every year, on the exact same morning, Joel Miller wakes up a stranger to you. His eyes return to the icy dark depths that you met him with, and his hands find purchase in his pockets rather than absentmindedly rubbing circles on your skin. Every year, without fail, he retreats to his past, a place he won't ever let you see, despite your every wish.

i came prepared for absolution, if you'd only ask

A few years after you met him, you had tried asking him to explain, to let you into his head. It wasn't an attempt at intimacy, or a vulnerability that resembled anything that you hadn't seen from him before, but he'd done nothing more than shake his head.

"M'fine," he'd said. The entire day, every time you asked, no matter how softly, his answer remained unchanged. "Don't feel much like talkin'."

So instead of talking, you'd resorted to letting him come back to you on his own time, in his own way. With rough hands pushing you down to lay on your back, his eyes far away even as he brought you to the edges of bittersweet ecstasy. His kisses were always softer, more distracted. But it was the only communication you ever got out of him on those days.

When he rolled over at night, his hands curled into loose fists, you let him be. He never refused your touch, but you knew enough to recognize when it wouldn't come as any comfort to him. Not on those nights. Never on those nights.

The closest you'd get to falling asleep in his arms on those nights was with a hand placed purposefully between your chest and his back, just close enough that he might lean into it, should he shift in his sleep. And in those soft brushes of skin against cloth lay a million questions.

Forgive me, you'd begged inwardly one night. Forgive me for not understanding, and I'll forgive you for not sharing.

When the sun rose on a new morning, he was always back to the man you were used to, that you had grown dependent on. When his hands reached for you, and when his mouth painted swirls on your chest, you knew that it was out of want for you, not to distract himself from the ghosts of his own past.

He always praised your body's reaction to him, and you always relished in the way that his hips rocked against yours, stretching you out for him—tongue, fingers, his hard intrusion—on those mornings after.

You'd left it at that, for a year or two.

once i took your medication to know what it's like

He'd been resorting to more intense solutions when you decided to do it. When that day came as it always did, you watched as he drowned out the hours with whiskey and pills. You never knew where his supply came from or who was responsible for getting him his drug of choice; you could only sit idly by and watch his features droop from the effects of the dangerous combination, shuffling to your shared bed before he'd pass out until the sun rose on the next morning.

It only took three instances of this before you'd resolved to go through the day exactly as he would, as if it might help you understand. Perhaps it wasn't anything you were meant to understand, but you'd grown weary of seeing him motionless for hours on end. Usually, you never said anything. You didn't really believe he would take enough to cause any real damage; you were blindly faithful in his will to live.

"Joel," you'd said one year. That was all. One syllable, so familiar, and yet it bled with enough warning in your tone that he paused. Don't.

Glass raised, the rim already pressed to his lips—the lips of which you knew every crack and curve—pills already dissolving on his tongue, he'd paused. His eyes never looked at you, though. He sat there, frozen but for the whiskey sloshing gently in the glass before he resumed, swallowing the dark liquid in one go. With hardly a glance in your direction, he'd collapsed to the bed.

You didn't know exactly why you did it, or why it had been that year that you'd become fed up, but you couldn't ignore the fear that struck your chest when you saw him hit the mattress. Before you knew it, you'd swallowed the pills, scowling at the burn of whiskey down your throat.

It had never been your choice of liquor, but you braved the sting in your foolish hopes that it might tell you something about the gray-haired man in your bed. Like drinking his whiskey might envelope you in his arms and whisper his secrets to you.

Laying down beside him, you'd curled up to his side. He was already deep in his drugged slumber; he wouldn't be conscious enough to move from your touch. With a hand on his chest, poised over his heart to reassure yourself that he still had one, you closed your eyes and succumbed to the heavy press of sleep.

When he woke, saw your own empty glass and pill bottle left open on the table, he shook you until you startled awake. Eyes bleary, the effects of the drugs wearing off, you caught him staring down at you, his nose brushing your cheek and his lips a hair's breadth from touching yours.

"Don't ever fuckin' do that again, sweet pea," he snarled, but his words held no malice. You tried to ignore how big his eyes were, pupils blown wide.

You'd wanted to snap at him, to tell him the same thing, but you heard the desperate begging in his voice. The unspoken please. So rather than causing a scene, you'd nodded slowly and let your fingers brush the hem of his shirt. "Okay," you'd whispered. "I won't. Never again, Joel," you repeated, a mantra as you slipped your hands underneath his shirt.

Sliding his arms under your body and pulling you to him, he pressed a kiss to the tip of your nose, then your cheeks, both of your eyelids. He finally bent to your lips, chasing the taste of you and finding only his own mistakes on your tongue.

The day had passed. He had survived. With the gentle lull of his hips slotting against your own, he had breathed shakily into your mouth as your hands wandered along his skin. Like clockwork, Joel Miller had returned to you, if only for a short while.

i ask you how you're doing, and i let you lie

One day, the pills ran out. The whiskey didn't do anything on its own, so Joel was stuck to find something else to distract him. Whether you were the one that flushed his pills or found who was supplying him, you'd never admit. It was much too close to a confession of something than either of you were comfortable with, so you'd stayed quiet. Helped him find a new vice.

These days, you've lost count of how many years you've seen him withdraw into himself, a shell of the man you know. You've stopped trying to follow where his mind goes when the sun rises on that early autumn day, and he's never made the attempt to explain. For just one day a year, the two of you are silent except for a few mumbled words. Your hands rarely touch on those days, always a few centimeters from each other as he sits at the table.

A reminder. That you're there, that he's there, and that the day will pass. It always does.

His new vice becomes you before long, and you can manage that. He's never particularly rough on those days, anyway; he just needs your body to distract his mind. It takes him a bit to sink into the comfort of your curves, but you always help him get there. Until he's twitching under your hands and letting his eyes flutter closed as you expertly undo his jeans.

You never make him fuck you when he's like this, but you're happy to oblige when he slips a hand between your thighs, reaching for your core and always finding it ready for him. If it pleases him, you let him take whatever he needs.

With whispered moans that make your chest constrict and rough fingers pressing bruises to your hips that he'll kiss away the next morning, he gets through the day.

Today, you know it's not one of those mornings. He's already been awake for a while when you open your eyes, based on his tense posture as he sits on the edge of the bed. He's facing the window, which means his back is to you, withholding his face from yours.

Of course, you don't need to look at him to know what his face will look like. His chin is tucked toward his chest, and his eyes will be closed, hands clenched together as if in prayer. But you know better than to think of Joel Miller as a spiritual man. Whatever faith he might have had all those years ago has withered into scraps. His only faith is in your constant presence in his bed each night.

You sit up slowly, and the sound of rustling sheets makes him twitch his head to the side, the sight of his jaw ticking the only acknowledgement of you being there. With slow movements, you move to sit behind him, your legs on either side of his hips but never close enough to touch. He's gotten better at allowing for a few more moments of contact, and you think this means he's making progress.

How could you ever be sure, though? When he still won't reveal the pain of today?

"Did you wake up to see the sunrise?" you ask gently, leaning forward and bracing your hands in front of you, waiting. His response will determine how you'll distract him for the coming hours.

As usual, Joel doesn't say anything, but his back reclines an inch. It's all you need.

"I'll bet it was real pretty," you continue, trying to keep your voice soft. This is one of your many routines; you lift your hands and press them to his back, just enough for him to feel your fingertips. You don't know if he listens to anything you say, or if he even cares. This part is just for you. This is how you get through these days.

You lean just a bit further, letting your forehead rest on his shoulder. Your hands slide around his middle and your stomach flips selfishly at the feeling of his muscles tensing beneath your featherlight touch. Reaching down for his lap, you rest your palm against his jeans, feeling him twitch against your hand. There he is.

Maybe it's sad, maybe it's fucked up, but fuck what anyone else would say. This is what he needs, the only thing that helps him stay out of his nightmarish memories, whatever they may be. You'll never ask him to show that side of himself, not anymore.

Pressing a kiss to his shoulder, you deftly work the button on his jeans, pushing the zipper down and reaching into his waistband until his half-hard cock comes free. It rests heavy in your hand, and you're comforted by the weight of it. His shoulders are too broad for you to see it, but you're not bothered by this. With another kiss, this one landing on the soft skin of his neck, you give him a languid stroke.

Joel's chest rises and falls as he breathes, and you can feel his arousal stirring as he grows firmer in your grip. His hands begin to unclench, but his fingers remain flat on his tights, never touching you outside of where your legs are hooked to his, your chest flush with his back.

The room is silent except for his breathing, every second getting more shallow. You can feel the tension in his back release a little, and you let your thumb rub a slow circle over the slit on his tip, precum just starting to leak onto your hand.

You stay like this for a few minutes, one arm wrapped around his stomach and your other hand on his cock, tugging slow enough not to overwhelm him, and fast enough to keep him pulsing in your hand.

Only when his hips buck involuntarily do you let go, moving from your place behind him to the floor. Your knees hit the wood hard, but you ignore the pain as your hands slide up his thighs.

His own hands remain still on his jeans, and he lets you interlock your fingers with his own. A small mercy. Today might not be as bad as the years before, and you dip your head to lick a stripe from base to tip before closing your mouth around the head of his cock.

Joel's fingers twitch in your grasp, and you squeeze back, hardly noticeable. Just enough to act as thanks. Thank you for letting me do this. For you.

You never look up, afraid of what his eyes will betray when your mouth is around him. You know this is only a distraction, a slow respite from his thoughts. So you ignore the impatient pulse between your thighs and take him as deep as he'll go, your hopes lifting when you hear his shaky sighs.

One of his hands released yours and lands on your head, smoothing your hair as his hips fight to keep still. Your head bobs up and down, your spit mixing with his precum to leave a shining mess on his shaft.

He pats your head softly, the wet sounds of your mouth on him the only noise in the room. But then he's opening his mouth, and he's combing his fingers through your hair, and he's mumbling, "thank you, sweet pea," just quiet enough that you think you're imagining it.

Maybe you did. He doesn't say it again, and you don't look up to see how wrecked he looks. You're content to remain on your knees the entire day if it means he can relax, let go of whatever's haunting him.

But then he's pulling your head back, his cock leaving your mouth with a wet pop. Hands under your arms, he tugs you to stand in front of him. This time you do let yourself look at him, but his eyes don't lift to meet yours. He tugs your shorts and panties from your body, and once you step out of them he splays his hands on the backs of your thighs to pull you onto his lap.

His head is still tipped toward where your bodies rest against each other, rocking your pelvis against the length of his cock with a shuddering sigh. But you don't mind the view; you sit just a few inches taller than him in this position, so you can brace yourself against his shoulders, your chin resting against the top of his head.

He reaches down to rub a few quick circles on your clit, and you let him move your hips when he's ready, lodging his cock at your entrance. You're dripping, you have been this entire time, but you'd shoved down the heady desire that had punched its way through your body until he was ready. Now, with his hand guiding his tip into your sopping cunt, you let out a breath. There he is, a voice in your head repeats.

He pushes your hips down at an agonizingly slow pace, your pussy swallowing every inch of him, the sounds of your moans colliding at the feeling. "So good to me," he mumbles, pressing a kiss to your sternum and tilting his head back, closing his eyes. "Perfect."

You know that he doesn't think he deserves your praise, but you give it to him anyway. "That's it," you hum, squirming with his cock buried to the hilt. It's all you can do not to lift your hips and drag yourself up and down his length. "Take what you need, Joel."

He never lasts long when he can feel your walls squeezing his cock for all it's worth, your body betraying you when your mind just wants to remain warm and wet and ready for him all day long, until he's ready to be done with you. But with one look at you, his dark eyes finally connecting to yours, he blinks. "Thank you, sweat pea," he murmurs again.

You lift your thumb to his forehead and you trace the lines on his weathered skin, watching as your touch releases the tension from his face. All that's left is his desire, his need for you, however distracted it may be.

Joel lets himself enjoy this, as he rocks his hips into yours, the head of his cock brushing that spot deep inside you until you're shaking in his hands, forehead tipped against his as you let your moans fill the space between the two of you. He lifts your hips, pulling you nearly all the way off of him until he shoves you back down, the delicious squelch of your pussy on his cock wrenching a knee-buckling groan from his lips. "Where?" he asks, as he does every time.

You don't need to tell him, but you do. "Fill me up, Joel," you coo, a shot of pleasure spreading throughout your entire body. "Come with me, I'm right here with you."

"That's it, darlin'," is all he groans before he's wrapping his arms around your back, tugging your chest to him in a tight embrace. His face disappears into the space between your breasts and you feel his entire body quiver with yours as you reach your peak. Warmth floods your core as he spills his release into you, your walls fluttering with the intensity of your orgasm. You pull him to you, returning his near-painful embrace.

You're as close as lovers, as close to one another as you can physically get, but it'll never be enough.

The high after he comes inside you is fleeting. Only a few minutes pass before the line inevitably returns to his brow and his frown deepens after he softens. He doesn't lift you off of him, though, so you soak up the feeling while you can.

"Better?" you whisper, eyes locked on his.

He nods slowly after a moment, his mouth set in a grim line. "Always," he mumbles gently, his hand cupping your jaw as his thumb strokes your bottom lip. He presses his thumb into your mouth to the first knuckle, letting you taste salt and old sweat and your nectar on his skin.

You know better than to believe him, but you don't argue. Not today, never today. So you lift the corners of your lips in a sad smile and pretend that it doesn't feel like water rising in your lungs every time this day comes.

but we don't have to talk about it

i can walk you home and practice method acting

i'll pretend being with you doesn't feel like drowning

tellin' you it's nice to see how good you're doing

even though we know it isn't true

Joel will never tell you what's on his mind. Never today. September 26th won't ever mean anything to you, so why would he bother? For him, it's everything and nothing all at once. Brown curls and sparkling young eyes and blood crusted on his arms and the unforgettable weight of death in his arms.

Another year older, he sighs, his heart clenching in grief. Another year older, and another year further from everything he's lost.

tysm for reading, here's a box of tissues. :') i love u all

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bloody-revenge-days · 11 months

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How has things been

So... Hi. I hope you guys are doing well

I'm kind of afraid to share this with you but... here it is :

This blog is now a ghost town and I've kind of forgotten it existed, not gonna lie. And it's very close from the end of the year so... Bloody Revenge Days update for late 2023 is not a really bad thing, let's say.

For those wondering what's going on with Bloodstained, well unfortunately I lost interest as time went on, and by the way at the time it was just me trying to make things work out with the ideas I had. I had very little help to execute it (and writing is not my best thing, I'll be honest with that). Also lost interest with Bloody Bunny in general because one, updates are painfully slow and two, I just moved on... naturally, and got other interests. And I also kind of matured.

And I'll be honest, 2023 was a year where I was really not in my place.

For those who only know the bloody revenge days facette, I must admit that I was very very low. I mean it by the way, because Twitter. Cause you know, Twitter and anger issues is not a really good cocktail. So I did what was the best option, and it was to just log off completely. And that after a heated argument I told myself it was time to get the fuck out that place immediately before I get worse. And also I am considering getting help with said anger issues cause this is really not it. I've argued with my friends a lot and now I'm in good terms with them again after logging off that site and taking a break from the friend group. And I've been feeling pretty much better after that. Still not perfect but I can feel a sense of improvement within me

So yeah, revealing a more personal side of myself and feeling kind of shameful about it, let me tell you something about Bloody Bunny.

I am feeling like 2Spot really doesn't care about Bloody Bunny or its story or at least not enough to use it outside merchandising (or doing the good ol' Hasbro technique as I like to say it) And it sucks to me because fans like me wanted more to The First Blood or the game they released in 2021, and what did they do ? Those millenial humor posts with their imagery slapped onto it and NFTs. and it really sucks. This only proved to me that 2Spot really doesn't give a shit about their beloved IP and only wanted money. And with that in consideration I kind of understand why I lost interest in Bloodstained and this blog (aside from my attention getting all over places) and why I lost interest with Bloody Bunny in general

All I can see now is a story of fans dealing with a company's corporate greed and lack of interest for the IPs they make. And it makes me really sad.

So is this the end of Bloodstained and Bloody revenge days ?

Well, Bloodstained is already scrapped so... I don't see a lot of hopes in reviving the project.

For Bloody Revenge Days, the tumblr blog will still exist but will be in a state of archive so I won't be posting here unless I see legitimate news for Bloody Bunny but at this point it's too late.

So I won't be posting here and... yeah.

Still, thanks to all who came here to see this blog as imperfect as it is, my theories, my art, my posts, thanks for all of the the support, and I wish you a delightful new year and a better year for 2024.

-soursweetfoo

#bloodyrevengedaysupdate #bloodyrevengedays #bloody bunny #bloodybunny #2spot #small personal ramble #personal stuff #vent #personal issues #also I know twitter is called “X” now. No I ain't calling twitter “X”.#still thank all of you for these moments. it was fun while it lasted.

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satansapostle6 · 10 months

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folie à deux

Sometimes poison is sweet.

Selina Romanov and Draco Malfoy met when they were only eleven years old. The two of them have always shared an intense bond, always having gravitated towards one another. But the question still remains, as the years pass by, is their connection one of passion, or delusion?

Warnings: Contains Mature Themes/Language, Themes Such As Sexual Content, Violence, Abuse, Sexual Assault, Eating Disorders

Ten.

"Selina."

She flew off of the railing she'd been perched on in her Animagus form, standing on the ground on her own two feet.

"Draco," she greeted him in human form as they both stood on the bridge, turning away from the view.

"You know why I'm here," he began impatiently, before being interrupted.

"Do I?" Selina asked him expectantly.

"Care to explain to me why my girlfriend has been refusing to speak to me for two days?" the taller boy crossed his arms much like a cross parent.

"Because she's a whiny cunt?" Selina Romanov offered with a petty sense of satisfaction.

"Other than that," Draco frowned, unamused by his friend's melodramatic antics.

Selina sighed, looking down at the ground as she hugged her arms defensively, covering her somewhat revealed midriff. "She came at me in the hall, okay? She was ticked off she didn't get an invitation to the Valentine's Day party, when she's the one who's been telling the whole school I lied about Flint raping me. So I set her straight, is all," she explained reluctantly.

Draco sighed, looking out over the bridge's railing as he thought silently about his current predicament. He seemed genuinely troubled now, as if he'd completely abandoned the childish facade he'd been putting on. He didn't know what to say, to Selina, or to himself.

"Where's your boyfriend?" he asked softly, changing the subject.

"Why do you care?" she muttered, not meeting his gaze at all.

The frown lines on his face deepened even more as he turned towards her, trying to look past her straight dark hair into her eyes.

"Sel. Are you mad at me?" he queried hesitantly.

"I'm not mad at you," she murmured cryptically.

"Well, then, what's the matter?" he questioned, not understanding why she was being so difficult.

"You're dating the girl who's responsible for half the school thinking I'm a lying slag who deserves to be raped, but still wasn't. Do you want me to do a fucking dance every time I see you?" she demanded impatiently.

Her words stung, deeply, and for once in his life, Draco had no idea how to justify himself at all.

"I'm really sorry about Pansy. Everything she's done. I really am," he stressed, "I...I don't know what's gotten into her, to be completely honest. I mean, I always knew she was jealous of you, or whatever, but I never would've thought she was capable of something like this."

"Yeah, me neither," she muttered, a sad, pouty expression on her face.

"So why aren't you at breakfast?" he asked her.

"I don't know," Selina shrugged, "I'm not hungry."

"You don't seem very hungry these days," he remarked.

She gave him a questioning look.

"I'm just saying. You don't seem to be eating much lately," he replied. "I've seen you leave during three meals this week."

"I was with Jasper," she chuckled, stifling a grin, "In the corridor, behind the—"

"I'm not talking about your extracurriculars, idiot," Draco snapped in disgust. "I mean, you're looking a little thin, more than usual... I've barely seen you eat anything these past few weeks."

"You've also barely seen me these past few weeks," she reminded him. "But I'll take the 'thin' part as a compliment."

"Right. I haven't been there for you as much as I should be," he admitted readily, "And I'm sorry."

"It's fine," she promised, "I have a boyfriend. And you have a girlfriend," she pointed out.

"Right," he agreed. "Some girlfriend I've got."

"Stop," Selina paused, "I don't wanna hear this."

"You don't wanna listen to my problems?" Draco concluded.

"No, I don't want to listen to you complain about the person I've told you is a bad person," she reasoned in frustration. "And I don't want to listen to you badmouth your girlfriend, when I know you listen to her badmouthing me! I don't want to be a part of this twisted dynamic anymore."

"Well, that makes two of us," he agreed.

"Then, do something about it," she scoffed. "Stop with this whole neutral act, it's getting old."

"What are you talking about?" he inquired impatiently.

"You tell us we're both being insane, just so you don't have to pick a side, or whatever," she scoffed at him, "You think you're keeping the peace, but really, you're just pitting your girlfriend against your friend."

"My best friend," Draco added, emphasizing his dilemma.

"Case in point! I'm certainly not a fan of Pansy's, but if I was her, I'd also be sick of you not being able to defend me to your female friend!" she rationalized. "It's unhealthy! She might be in the wrong in this particular dispute between me and her, but she has the right to be cross with you! If I was her, I wouldn't be speaking to you either."

"So, what do you suggest I do?" he demanded.

"I can't tell you that, Draco!" Selina exclaimed, continuing to set her boundaries. "You need to decide for yourself how you feel."

"But, I don't know how I feel," he sighed.

"Well, I don't know what to tell you. But I suggest you figure it out soon," she told him. "Most people in your situation would be risking being broken up with, but something tells me Pansy's not that easy to get rid of."

"See?! You're badmouthing her to me now, you're a part of the problem!" he cried.

"Of course I'm a part of the problem! You've dragged me into it!" she pointed out. "You can't ask me for advice about the girl who's hell-bent on making my life a living hell!"

"Fair enough."

Draco sighed inwardly as he stared out at nothing, going mad as he tried to find a way to keep everyone around him happy. But he also realized that everyone around him was already miserable, thus the dilemma as to what he should do.

"What do you think I should do, Sel?" he thought.

She sighed, trying to string together a complete answer. "I don't know. Honestly, though, you're not a good boyfriend, Draco. But I don't really feel particularly broken up about it, because sometimes you're not a good friend, either. By not being completely honest about how you feel about what goes on between me and Pansy, you're being a bad boyfriend, and a bad friend," she pointed out.

He nodded silently, glancing down at his own hands as he wordlessly admitted his own shortcomings.

"I'll tell you what," he said shortly. "If you stop the name-calling, I'll make sure she does too."

"I'm fine with that," Selina nodded amiably, glad he finally came to an acceptable conclusion.

"And I'll erm... I'll talk to her about the Flint stuff soon, too," he offered.

Selina gulped down the thickening knot stuck in her throat, averting her eyes as she tried to focus on the beautiful, late winter weather instead.

"You don't have to do that, Draco."

"I kind of do," he reasoned.

"No. You don't," she promised him. "What I said before... Maybe I was a bit harsh."

"How?" he questioned.

"Draco..." she struggled to speak. "What if Pansy's right? What if I've been making a big deal about nothing?"

"'A big deal about nothing'?!" he repeated. "You can't be serious! He—He raped you."

"Did he?" she sighed.

He looked at her with genuine concern in his eyes, alarmed by the sentiments she seemed to be seeing merit in.

"What on earth do you mean?!" he demanded, flabbergasted.

She sighed exhaustedly. "Sure, Flint had someone slip me that Sleeping Draught, but that's all I remember. All I know for sure is he gave me that potion, and he was there when I passed out. Everything that happened after that might as well have been a dream," she stated. "Everyone's worried that we might not have enough evidence to convict, and I'm starting to think if we don't have enough evidence, maybe that's because nothing really happened."

"'No evidence'?! There were bruises on your neck, Sel!" Draco gasped, fear in his blue eyes. "And... And you told me those weren't the only types of bruising Madame Pomfrey found."

"But that doesn't even prove anything! That doesn't specifically implicate Flint! I mean, everyone's telling me what happened, but I can't even prove it to myself!" Selina cried. "How am I supposed to prove it to the board?!"

Draco Malfoy nodded apologetically, feeling sorry for her as he watched her try to stop herself from crying.

"I know little enough about what happened that night to forget about it altogether, but somehow, I just can't!" she confessed.

"Denying it isn't going to make you feel better," he reminded her. "It's just going to mean that he gets away with it."

Selina collapsed into his arms in a moment of weakness, crying uncontrollably as she felt a sick feeling in the pit of her stomach. Draco wrapped his arms around her to support her, not saying anything at all.

"I don't know what I'm doing," she whimpered.

"I wouldn't either, if I was you," Draco offered sadly.

"Maybe I'm just desperate to believe that I wasn't raped," she told him.

"I know," he croaked out. "I don't blame you. No one does."

"Draco?! What the hell!"

Selina pulled away immediately, quickly composing herself and wiping away tears as she faced Pansy, who was already hysterical at this point.

"Pans!" Draco exclaimed, dumbfounded, and just dumb.

"I came to apologize to you!" she screamed. "For not talking to you...! Well, maybe I'll have to wait a couple weeks!"

"I'm gonna go," Selina rolled her eyes, tired of the drama as she wiped her tears. "I'm not trying to steal your boyfriend, Pansy. I have my own, you know," she muttered as she stormed off before Pansy Parkinson could beat her to it.

She walked along the bridge and entered the castle, wandering the halls for a while until she found Jasper, searching the Owlery for her.

"Selina," he sighed, taking her hands in his, studying her carefully. "Is everything alright?"

"No. But it's fine now," she sighed, hugging him with relief.

He gladly accompanied her on a walk outside of the castle, also happy to get outside on the first day of what would've otherwise been a beautiful February weekend. Jasper held on tightly to her hand with his, keeping it warm in his careful grasp.

"You sure you're not cold?" he asked her for the third time.

Selina shook her head once again. "No. It feels good."

"You don't want to get sick," he reminded her thoughtfully.

"When have I ever gotten sick?" she said dismissively.

He ultimately disregarded his concerns, trusting that she was more than capable of making judgements for herself. Aside from always having been a headstrong and confident sort of girl, Selina was always responsible for herself in that she could be trusted to both know whether or not she was actually okay physically or otherwise, as well as to interfere if she wasn't. Jasper Carroll certainly knew this about her, and he tried to keep it in mind even when he felt tempted to intervene and do whatever he felt was necessary to take care of his girlfriend, who he naturally cared deeply about, almost too deeply. Jasper was instantly alerted to a potential source of danger, or at the very least, some sort of conflict as the two of them were unexpectedly approached outside the castle by a worried-looking Professor Snape, black cape billowing behind him as he took hurried strides toward them.

"Romanov. Professor Dumbledore sent me, you're to be in his office, now," he said, quietly stressing the urgency.

"What?" Selina questioned. "Can I bring Jasper?"

"At this point, Miss Romanov, I don't care, and I'm almost certain that no one else will. Just come with me, now," he replied indifferently.

Selina and Jasper exchanged glances. Needless to say, they both took off, following Snape to the Headmaster's office.

"What does Dumbledore want with me?" she questioned.

"I suggest you just see for yourself," the man muttered cryptically as they followed him onto the platform, the three of them slowly lifted up.

Selina took Jasper's hand as they ascended, nervous about being called, once again, into the Headmaster's office. She didn't know what he needed, but she knew it couldn't have been anything very good at all. They all stepped out into Professor Dumbledore's office, where it seemed a commotion was building. Dumbledore and McGonagall were already in the office, accompanied by Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy, as well as Dominique Morais. Selina's eyes widened upon seeing her grandmother, her mouth agape in shock.

"This is absolutely ridiculous Minerva, my family cannot possibly tolerate another scandal!" Selina's grandmother shrieked in a panic.

"Please, Dominique, the scandal is hardly your family's," Lucius said dismissively, "Your granddaughter was a victim, and you refuse to believe it."

Selina was hardly able to process everything that was happening around her, fearfully holding onto Jasper's hand as she went pale. Narcissa worriedly noticed her entering the room, horrified that she could hear everything that was being said.

"Please," Narcissa tried to pacify the room, "Let's just pause for a moment—"

"A victim?!" Dominique laughed derisively over her. "Please! My granddaughter never met a boy she didn't like!"

"Excuse me?" Lucius Malfoy boomed, "Excuse me?!"

"Lucius!" Narcissa whispered to him, her hand resting on his shoulder.

"I think you'll change your mind once you actually see the boy," he supplied a pompous retort.

"Miss Romanov," Dumbledore gratefully interrupted everyone, "Thank you, Severus."

Snape nodded quietly, glad to not have to contribute to this particular conversation unless absolutely necessary.

"Gran, what the hell are you doing here?!" Selina exclaimed, horrified.

"I came with the Malfoys," she told her with a haughty sense of entitlement, stepping toward her granddaughter, "When Narcissa told me that she and Lucius were to meet with the Headmaster, advocating in regards to your... indiscretions, I thought that was ridiculous, so I came to assure everyone that there was no need to indulge your outrageous claims any further," she replied, as if it were an obvious answer.

"Gran! You need to leave, now!" Selina exclaimed. "You're not supposed to be here!"

"So the Malfoys are allowed to make decisions for you, but I'm not? Is that it?" the woman said unpleasantly.

"In this case, yes," Selina growled, looking defensively over at Lucius and Narcissa, "Because they actually care about me."

Dominique ignored her, turning to Dumbledore, who stood at his desk, witnessing this entire interaction reluctantly.

"Headmaster. I'd like to withdraw any charges currently being pressed against Marcus Flint," she stated confidently.

"You most certainly cannot, Dominque!" McGonagall cried.

Albus Dumbledore withheld a sigh, looking down at his desk for a moment. "Mrs. Morais, I'm afraid that's not possible, see, Selina might be an underage witch, but she still has the legal autonomy to decide for herself how to proceed from here," he explained as patiently as he could.

"She has legal autonomy?" Dominique questioned. "Even if she's an immature, and frankly stupid, little teenager? Have you met Selina?"

"How dare you talk to your own granddaughter that way?!" Narcissa interrupted, appalled.

"I will speak to my granddaughter however I please, thank you, Narcissa!"

"Professor Dumbledore, I must insist that Mrs. Morais is incapable of exercising appropriate judgment in regards to Selina Romanov, and should be disregarded as her appointed guardian!" Lucius shouted.

"Are you insane, Lucius?!" Dominique yelled.

"No, he's completely right!" Selina yelled. "And as far as I'm concerned, I've already 'disregarded you as my appointed guardian'!" she asserted.

"It's alright, Selina," Narcissa promised her, "You don't have to worry, we'll take care of it."

"I am still Selina's guardian, Narcissa, you can't disrespect me this way!" Dominique exclaimed.

"Yes, she can, because you deserve it," Selina cut in, defending her friend's mother. "And again, as for you being my guardian, I've never wanted that. I've made that very clear."

Jasper remained silent in all this, feeling as if it wouldn't be appropriate for him to say anything at all, even if he did want to come to Selina's defense. But before anyone could continue any further, a bright green flame sparked in the fireplace. Everyone was startled by this sudden noise, watching as a tall, dark-haired man emerged from Dumbledore's fireplace, arriving by Floo powder.

"I'm sorry, what have I missed?" the man asked promptly, brushing himself off as he joined everyone else.

"Igor?!" Selina questioned, not expecting to see her uncle.

Dominique was startled to see her daughter's brother-in-law, dumbfounded as to what he could've been doing there.

"Mr. Romanov," Dumbledore nodded, expecting him.

"Finally," Snape muttered.

Selina, distracted by everything that was going on, dropped her boyfriend's hand as she ran towards her uncle, jumping into his arms as he wrapped them around her protectively.

"I'm sorry I took so long," Igor apologized to her, "I traveled here straight from Romania. Came as soon as I got Professor Dumbledore's owl."

"Why did you come?" Selina asked in confusion.

Igor Romanov was a rather adventurous sort of wizard, constantly traveling and venturing to strange lands to find unusual artifacts and meet interesting wizards and witches. He had been to every continent in existence, and was hardly ever in one country for long.

"Professor Dumbledore notified me of your grandmother's ridiculous trespassing as soon as she arrived with the Malfoys," the man explained. "Needless to say, I want you to know that you won't be going home to your grandmother in the summer. You'll be coming home to your father's estate with me," he asserted.

"Wait, you're letting me live with you?!" Selina gasped. "I thought you said you wanted to travel!"

"That was before I realized exactly how bad things were for you at your gran's, and I'm endlessly sorry for my mistakes, sweetheart," he apologized to her as he tucked the loose strands of her hair behind her ears, holding her. "But rest assured, you'll never have to go back with her again. I mean, if that's what you want, of course."

"It is," Selina nodded quickly, relieved to finally be rid of her grandmother.

"Excuse me, Igor, but who exactly do you think you are stealing my granddaughter away from me?!" Dominique interrupted.

"Cut the shit, Dominique. You've always been horrible to my niece, and now you're forcing her not to press charges against the boy who raped her. You're no grandparent," he scowled, "Selina's always wanted to live with me, and I should have listened to her a long time ago!"

"Excuse me, but I believe this is a matter that needs to be dealt with at a custody hearing, and not at this time," Professor McGonagall told them. "Mr. Romanov, now that you're here, could you please escort Mrs. Morais from the castle?" she asked him eagerly.

"Certainly, professor," Igor nodded, obliged.

"You will do no such thing!" she protested.

"Yes, he will, Gran," Selina interjected, "You're not supposed to be here."

"Be quiet, you ungrateful child!" Dominique hollered.

"Shut up!" Jasper yelled.

Everyone in the room was startled, and turned to look at him as he stood beside Selina.

"I'm sorry, who are you?" Dominique asked impatiently.

"Jasper Carroll, Selina's boyfriend. Now leave her alone," he said firmly.

"Her boyfriend?" Dominique laughed. "Sure you are, this week."

She stepped toward them, now completely ignoring Jasper as she invaded her granddaughter's space threateningly, looking her right in the eyes.

"Selina, you and I both know that calling what that boy did 'rape' is an exaggeration at best," Dominique feigned sympathy for her, "And even if that Flint boy did assault you... he deserves nothing more than a two-week vacation and a pat on the back, because you know, just like the rest of us, that you must've done something to deserve it. You always do something," she reminded her.

"Fuck you," Selina seethed, her eyes glistening.

"There it is, the dark, twisted, disgusting soul we both know. Keep it up, keep showing everyone who you really are on the inside, because you can fool everyone else, but you can never fool me. I raised you," Dominique hissed.

"No, you didn't!" Selina shouted back, "I raised myself!"

"I raised you," she insisted, "And I've seen your heart. It is black, and rotten. You're ugly on the inside, and ugly on the outside, too. You're a stubborn, petulant child who always manages to get everything she wants. You killed my daughter. I hate you."

"I didn't kill her, my father did!" she argued.

"No, it was you. It was always you," she laughed coldly. "I know what my Adeline was really fighting with him over, and it was you. She made the mistake of loving you, and I lost her because of it. I won't make that same mistake. I'm smart enough to know that you're a foul, evil girl who deserves everything she gets, and more."

Selina swallowed her hatred, tears rolling down her face as Jasper looked at her, devastated to see her so broken down.

"Dominique, I must insist that you not continue to berate a Hogwarts student in such an inappropriate manner, and that you leave the premises at once," McGonagall said with finality.

"Yes, you're coming with me, whether you want to, or not," Igor announced, firmly grasping her wrist.

"Why do I have to answer to you?!" she demanded.

"Because you're living in my brother's estate!"

"Not by choice! It's only because of your niece!"

"Get her out of here," Selina pleaded.

Igor nodded in response. "I will, Selina. We'll talk later. I'll write you. Come, Dominique."

He irritably escorted her toward the fireplace, where the two of them left by Floo powder as Dominique glared right at Selina, who only stared back at her.

"Fine," Dominique relented, still locking eyes with Selina.

Selina tried her best to hide any more of her reactions, done with crying and screaming when it came to arguments with her grandmother.

"Careful, dear," she said in a saccharine coo, touching a hand to her own abdomen with a smile, "All the weight goes to your stomach, you know."

Selina suppressed her initial instinct to touch a hand to her stomach, seething as she watched her grandmother leave with her uncle. Professor McGonagall and Narcissa Malfoy both seemed flabbergasted on her behalf.

"This entire situation is ridiculous!" McGonagall exclaimed. "Not to mention, she has, arguably, the most nonexistent stomach I have ever seen."

"Stop it, you're making me blush," Selina remarked dryly, earning a sympathetic smile from McGonagall as she realized the compliment.

"So, erm... is there anything else you needed from me, or did you just need me to deal with my psychotic grandmother and save you all the conduct hearing?" Selina quickly composed herself after the ordeal.

"If you will, Miss Romanov, I believe we must all discuss our strategy for your hearing," Dumbledore responded.

"Okay," Selina nodded promptly.

"I should go," Jasper spoke up, awkwardly glancing toward the door.

"Actually, Mr. Carroll, this concerns you too," Snape spoke up.

Jasper looked over at Selina, not understanding.

"Sir?" he questioned, looking to Dumbledore for answers.

"You, and the others who were present that night in order to corroborate Miss Romanov's story need to be briefed on speaking before the school governors," Professor Dumbledore explained to him. "The others who will be helping confirm the details of the story will be arriving soon."

"And, I'm guessing some of the people that were at the party'll be backing up Flint's story?" Selina asked quietly.

Dumbledore nodded. "Yes."

"Who?" she questioned.

"I don't believe I'm at liberty to say," he relayed diplomatically.

"Nicholas Wells, Cassius Warrington, Adrian Pucey, Miles Bletchley, Peregrine Derrick, Lucian Bole, Pansy Parkinson, Michael Hayden, and Daphne Greengrass," Snape supplied bluntly, earning a look of disapproval from the other professors in the room.

Selina wasn't surprised at all to hear Pansy's name, but she was surprised to hear that Flint had successfully threatened most of the Quidditch team into supporting him, even if it was in a lie.

"That's almost the entire Quidditch team!" Jasper exclaimed in horror.

"And what witnesses do we have?" Selina asked fearfully.

"Not counting Carroll, Draco Malfoy, Theodore Nott, Gregory Goyle, Blaise Zabini, Amana Tesfaye, Elspeth Laurier, Tracey Davis, Graham Montague, and Sarah Lindsey," Snape responded promptly.

"Thank you for that, Severus," Dumbledore replied, very obviously sarcastic.

"You're welcome," Snape said curtly, head held unapologetically high.

"Selina," Jasper took her aside, holding her hands in his as he searched her eyes for any hint of discomfort, "Are you feeling alright?"

"I'm fine," she shook her head, glad to be finished with that embarrassing scene, "Honestly, I'm just definitely glad my uncle wants to become my guardian."

"So am I," he nodded in agreement, relieved about her safety.

"I love you," she whispered thankfully.

"I love you," he echoed.

"Are you two finished?" Snape interrupted, earning an irritable look from Selina.

Out of all of those who were called to Dumbledore's office, Elspeth, Amana, and Draco were the first to arrive, out of concern for Selina.

"Selina!" Elspeth said with relief. "Draco's parents told him above what happened—"

"I'm fine," Selina assured them shortly, "I'd rather not get into it right now."

"Thank goodness for that," Professor Snape muttered to himself, agitating everyone.

"Alright. We're just glad you're okay," Amana told her.

"Yeah, we're here if you ever need anything, you know. Whenever," Elspeth promised her.

Selina nodded. "I know. Same goes for both of you."

"Sel," Draco approached her, "What did your grandmother say to you now?" he asked, anger in his eyes.

"Nothing that matters," she promised him as the others entered the room, as Jasper held her hand comfortably.

*****

"That was an unnecessarily long briefing," Selina Romanov remarked as she and Jasper left for their dorms.

"Snape seemed to think so," he offered.

"Well, he wasn't wrong. Hardly ever seems to be," Selina noted. "All this that's going on has taken up so fucking much of my time. Even without Quidditch, I hardly have any time to myself. I almost forgot the Valentine's Day party's coming up."

"Oh yeah, it's this weekend!" Jasper remembered. "I almost forgot I get to give you your present soon."

"My present?" Selina asked with a grin painted on her face. "So I'm not the only one who got a gift?"

"With me, you'll never be the only one," he promised cheekily, sweetly pulling her in towards him as they both chuckled happily.

"I could get used to this," she replied, smiling as they stole a fairly quick and appropriate, yet still loving kiss in the empty corridor.

"No reason why you shouldn't," he reasoned.

They kept one another company on the walk back to the dungeons, the conversation shifting to all sorts of random topics as they continued on.

"Can I ask a random question?" Selina piped up.

"When have I ever refused such a request?" he beamed.

"So... Who was your first kiss?" she wondered curiously.

Jasper laughed at the question. "Emma Gray. It was last year."

"I don't know her. Is she pretty?" she asked him.

He frowned. "As long as I'm with you, anyone else might as well be Filch in sandals."

"That's so sweet," she teased. "And disturbing, where Filch in sandals is concerned."

"What about you? Who was your first kiss?" he inquired.

"Amana," she answered without hesitation, making him laugh.

"That doesn't count," he scoffed.

"Why? We're in love!" she protested, completely deadpan. "She's my wife!"

"Who was your second kiss, then?" he asked. "Is it me?"

"You wish," she quipped.

"Well, who was it then?" he asked, tantalized by the suspense.

She didn't miss a beat."Blaise," she said plainly.

"Who, Blaise Zabini?!" Jasper demanded in shock.

"Do you know of another one?" she quipped.

"You and Blaise never actually had feelings for one another, did you?!" he wondered.

"No, of course not!" Selina laughed it off, "It was more for practice. We were both just kind of curious about what our first real kisses would be like, so I told him I kissed Amana for practice, and he asked me if we could kiss for practice. So, I said 'yes'."

"I never knew that," Jasper realized, allowing the new piece of information about his girlfriend to sink in.

"Yeah. Amana and Blaise are the only two people I've ever kissed, apart from you," she stated.

"And the only two people I've ever kissed are Emma, and you," he confided in her.

"Wouldn't it be grand if we were each other's last kisses?" Selina thought dreamily.

"That sounds like heaven to me," he nodded with a smile.

Not much else was said between them as they settled into one another comfortably. Selina never had to say anything around Jasper if she didn't want to, the same way he never had to speak about anything to entertain her. They were both perfectly comfortable existing alongside one another, like the kind of people who stayed together forever. Selina of course hadn't given "forever" much thought so far at all, but the way her boyfriend loved, respected, and simply saw her for who she was inside made her begin to want to.

"Say... in the spirit of Valentine's Day being this Friday, what do you say we head back to my dorm? The girls are gonna be in the library for another couple of hours. We could do whatever we want," she giggled quietly.

He seemed somewhat surprised by this offer. "Are you—Are you sure?"

She raised an eyebrow. "Are you?"

"I—Do you honestly think I have the ability to say 'no' to you?" he asked her, gently cupping her face in his hands. "It's more than a 'yes'."

"Then I'm sure," she told him, an air of confidence about her as she asserted her decision.

"I'll meet you in your dorm in a minute," he smiled, sweetly kissing her on the cheek.

He slowly let go of her hands as he turned around to enter the Slytherin common room, after uttering the password. He chivalrously allowed her to enter first, admiring her so intently as he did. Selina knew that she was a little insane for wanting to take such a drastic step with her boyfriend so young, but she knew it was already too late for her to be worried about that sort of thing. She knew that Flint had taken something away from her, even if she still had difficulty figuring out what it was, exactly. She knew that he hadn't taken away her "first time", because she knew in her heart of hearts that that wasn't necessarily a real thing, just a man-made social construct meant to give men yet another opportunity to evaluate and demean the women they encountered. She and Amana had discussed this brief in their conversations about their own experiences. But Selina also knew that, in violating her the way he did that night, he did steal her opportunity to make her own choice. She didn't feel particularly empowered in pretending that what that boy had done to her at that party didn't count as a sort of sexual encounter, the way some women and girls did. Selina found she found at least some semblance of peace of mind in considering that, moving forward, she still had the opportunity to say 'no', or 'yes', to whoever she pleased. And she had found that Jasper was certainly a good use of a 'yes'. He was tall, handsome, and kind to her, and most importantly, she loved him just as he loved her. Selina felt no guilt whatsoever in opening her door to him that afternoon, nor did she regret pulling him in for a long, sweet kiss more deep than any other they'd shared before. She was completely sure of herself with him, and sure of the way that he cared for her as he allowed her to tackle him playfully.

Neither of them were sure of exactly how much time they had spent locked away in Selina's dorm room with a tie lazily strung over the ornate silver door handle, but they certainly found themselves enchanted by the dim waves of soft emerald light that shone above them as they laid together beneath the covers on Selina's bed.

"I love you," Jasper reminded her after a while of remaining silent together.

"I love you," Selina sighed, sitting up in the bed. "Let's put some clothes on, yeah?"

He nodded prudently, a charming smile spreading across his face, "Yeah."

It took a short while for the both of them to successfully convince themselves to get up and get dressed. Jasper certainly would have spent all day lying down beside Selina if he could, but they both knew that they'd better get dressed and not look suspicious before anyone saw them. Not that either of them particularly cared about being seen together in any capacity, but they knew it was better for them to avoid being the subjects of any sort of gossip. They both lazily threw their clothes on, just as Selina sat on her bed, thinking for a moment.

"Jasper, what time is it?" she asked.

"Er, let me check," he told her, examining his pocket watch. "Three-fifteen."

"Three-fifteen?!" she exclaimed. "Fuck! I have a lesson with Snape today!"

Jasper seemed petrified as he watched her frantically scramble to throw a sweater on over her clothes, rushing for the door.

"Gotta go! Bye!" she exclaimed frustratedly.

"Bye! Love you!" Jasper grimaced, watching her run through the corridor.

Selina panted aggressively as she rushed out of her dorm room, heading for the common room. Until, of course, she had unfortunately bumped into Draco, of all people.

"Woah! Sel!" he exclaimed, steadying her as she nearly rammed into him. "You alright?"

"No, I'm late for my lesson with Snape!" she cried angrily.

"Hey, what's the matter?" he questioned. "Nice hair," he scoffed, staring at her in confusion.

Selina gasped as she realized, struggling to smooth down the back of her hair as she stood there awkwardly.

"Nothing, I'm fine, just late!" she assured him.

"Wait... No way!" Draco cackled with laughter, an expression of both shock and delight on his face, "Did you and Carroll just—!"

"Shut up!" she thundered, running off as she silently prayed Snape wouldn't be too angry at her for being so late.

*****

Selina sighed exhaustedly as she closed the door to the potions chamber, at least relieved that Professor Snape hadn't given her an unusual amount of grief for being almost thirty minutes late to their scheduled lesson. Selina did however feel that, if he could've, Snape would've made her run laps for her tardiness. But naturally, she left Snape's classroom just to find a completely different source of grief standing outside in the, unfortunately, otherwise empty corridor.

"Hey, Sel," Draco Malfoy beamed as he saw her. "What'd you learn today?"

"That you're a nosy little twat," she responded curtly, attempting to evade him by simply walking away without making eye contact.

"Speaking of twats," he stated, following her as he always did, "How's yours doing?"

She resisted the overwhelming urge to punch him in the face, she scowled unpleasantly. "Better than your balls if you keep talking."

"Not tired of those yet, are you?" her friend teased relentlessly.

"Draco, I genuinely hope that you learn shame and decide to kill yourself," she remarked emptily.

"Ooh, that's not nice," he commented, "What do I have to do, pay you?"

"Don't you have children to terrorize?" she sighed.

"That's what I'm doing right now," he assured her. "Besides. Somebody's got to tell you how insane you are."

"Why, because nobody's actually willing to shag you?" she questioned.

"Please. I have a girlfriend who can't go to the bathroom without me," he scoffed arrogantly.

"That's definitely true," Selina agreed wholeheartedly. "Do you think you'll do it with her, then?"

"I haven't any idea," he groaned. "I mean, I think she'll definitely still be with me by the time I feel ready, if I want her to be, that is."

"Lovely. Pansy's a lucky girl," she replied sarcastically.

"You know what I mean," Draco responded dismissively. "I don't know, I just... I'm sure if she's the one, yet."

"Don't rush it. You'll know if she is," his friend offered kindly.

"How?" he questioned impatiently.

"You just will," Selina smiled, unable to share the complete reason for it. "You just will."

"Like you?" he asked promptly.

She paused, nodding after a moment of consideration. "Yeah. Yeah, I guess so," she answered humbly.

"Excuse me?"

A small voice, which Selina found belonged to a small person, interrupted their conversation as a second-year girl in Slytherin robes approached them both.

"Yes?" Selina replied, as Draco remained silent, observing.

"You're Selina Romanov and Draco Malfoy, right?" the tiny young blonde girl asked the two of them.

"Yeah," Draco nodded. "What's it to you?"

"Is it true that... That you're both testifying against Marcus Flint?" the girl asked.

"Yeah," Selina told her, "We are. Why?"

"Erm..." the girl struggled to find her words. "I think there's something I need to tell you."

Selina immediately looked to Draco, a petrified expression on her face as her eyes pleaded with him to tell her that her suspicions weren't true. They both found he could offer her no such comfort. Draco looked at the little girl pitifully, unable to offer her any help.

"Hey, what's your name?" Selina asked her.

"Aubrey George," she replied timidly.

"Oh, I know your brother, Eric," Draco supplied, trying to be helpful. "Nice guy. Helped me with my Charms work."

"Yeah, he told me," Aubrey nodded in response, somewhat put at ease by the sense of familiarity.

"Aubrey, do you want to go somewhere more private? Just you and me?" Selina offered.

Aubrey shook her head. "This is the most private place I've been all day."

"Okay, do you want to sit down and talk with me?" Selina offered, looking to the bench near them.

Aubrey George nodded wordlessly as Selina led her over to the stone bench, allowing her to sit down.

"I think I should go," Draco announced prudently, feeling awkward and uncomfortable.

"Stay," Aubrey said suddenly, looking up at him. "Please?" she attempted to rectify the uncomfortable reality of the situation.

After a moment of hesitation, Draco Malfoy looked to Selina for help. She nodded in response, hoping that he would stay with her to try and help the girl.

"Okay," he decided, trying to breathe as he sat down next to Selina. "I'll do what I can. Don't think I'd be much help, though," he promised sheepishly.

"Is everything okay?" Selina asked her. "Are you in any sort of trouble?"

"I'm not sure," she admitted nervously. "I just... Thought I ought to tell someone, what happened."

"Does it..." Selina felt her heart breaking for the girl. "Does it involve Marcus Flint?" she asked reluctantly.

After a second, Aubrey nodded in shame. Draco seemed disgusted, alarmed by what the girl's story could've entailed just as Selina was.

"I'm guessing you know about what happened to me?" Selina guessed.

"Yeah," Aubrey nodded grimly.

"Is it... Is it anything like what happened to me?"

Aubrey looked Selina in the eyes. "Kind of. Yeah."

Draco's heart dropped when she confirmed this, almost surprised by how devastated he was for this girl he'd just met in the hallway.

"Do you feel comfortable telling us what happened?" Selina asked, trying her best not to pressure her.

"You don't have to, but... If you tell us, Flint might actually be punished for what he did," Draco provided hopefully.

"And not just to me," Selina added sympathetically. "I know it's hard, but if he did something to you, something bad and unsafe, an adult needs to know. If you want, Draco and I can help you go to an adult at some point. But telling someone, anyone you can trust, is the first step. Do you feel comfortable doing that?"

"Yeah," Aubrey replied. "One day last year, when me and my friends were first-years, Marcus Flint and his friends were following us, around outside, just teasing us at first."

"Okay," Selina followed. "Then what happened?"

"They... They started messing with us, throwing things, and trying to take our books and things. They started reaching into our bags, and our pockets," she explained slowly.

"I'm sorry they did that to you," Draco apologized sadly.

"Marcus, and his friends, they started looking up our skirts from the ground. We tried to walk away, but they chased us," Aubrey recalled. "And then, they started touching us. They put their hands up our skirts, to scare us."

"That's disgusting," Draco gasped, "You were first-years! He was a sixth-year last year!"

"Draco!" Selina whispered, worried he'd upset her.

"No, he's right," Aubrey agreed. "What he did... It hurt us. Not physically. But it was hard to forget."

"Have you or your friends told anyone else about this? Parents, or friends, or teachers?" Selina asked.

She shook her head in response. "No. None of us really knew if we should tell anyone. We kinda just thought it was normal bullying, you know? Like we'd seem stupid for telling anyone."

"You definitely won't seem stupid," Selina promised. "What they did was not normal at all, and you should know that. They did what they did to you because they thought you were young, and defenseless. It really is disgusting."

"Yeah. It is," Draco chimed in spitefully. "I mean, I fuck with people daily, but this is... This is different. It's evil. I'd never even dream of doing that to someone," he confessed, dumbfounded by the behavior of his team captain.

"Me and my friends, we were all too afraid to tell anyone. I talked to them about it when I heard about you, Selina. I asked them if they wanted to tell anyone, and they both said no. So I thought I'd ask you two," she provided.

"Well, you definitely should tell someone. Even if your friends don't want to, you should be able to talk about what happened to you. Personally, I think that you should tell Professor McGonagall," Selina told her gently.

"I should?" she spoke up.

"Yes," Selina nodded with certainty. "You and I both know that it seems like Flint, and his friends, have done this sort of thing to multiple people. And if they're never punished, then they can go on to keep doing this to other people."

"Are you sure he'll be punished?" Aubrey asked desperately.

"We have to at least try," Draco replied with resolve.

"Yeah. If there's any chance that we can stop him and other people from doing this to other people, other eleven year-old girls, then we should do anything we can to make sure that that happens," Selina agreed.

"Yeah. I think you're right," Aubrey stated, "I... I want to tell someone," she confided in her.

"We'll help you," Draco assured her. "I think that you should tell McGonagall. She helped Selina, and she was good at it. She's actually good with this sort of thing," he reasoned.

"I won't be in trouble for waiting so long to say something?" Aubrey asked them.

"No. Absolutely not," Selina asserted in response. "I think you're incredibly brave, for speaking up. A lot of people told me I was, but I never really understood how until just now," she admitted.

Draco looked at her pensively, empathizing with her as he suddenly realized just how much she had really been through, all alone through most of it.

"Can you... Do you think you and Draco could come with me to Professor McGonagall's office?" Aubrey asked.

"Of course we will," Selina nodded solemnly.

"Yes. Of course," Draco echoed resolutely.

*****

Minerva McGonagall frowned sympathetically as she gently guided Aubrey George out of her office, allowing her to head to the Slytherin common room alone. Selina and Draco both waited for her patiently, watching reluctantly as Aubrey walked off alone, needing her solitude for a moment.

"Selina. Mr. Malfoy. Thank you for bringing her to me," she thanked them with relief.

Draco nodded, not knowing what else to say.

"Of course," Selina assured her.

"This is absolutely horrible," the woman sighed. "I'd hoped you were the only girl, Selina, but obviously, that was not the case."

"No," Draco said, "Someone needs to do something about Flint."

"I am hoping that will be the case, yes," Professor McGonagall agreed, not necessarily expecting to be on the same page as Draco Malfoy.

"I'll, uh... I'll see you in a minute, Sel," Draco trailed off, keeping an eye on Aubrey as he worriedly headed in her direction.

Selina nodded, understanding his concern.

"Selina, what you two did for Aubrey... Thank you," McGonagall sighed. "This ordeal has been a lot for the staff to deal with, and I must thank you for making it easier to figure out how to help."

"Of course," she agreed.

"But, how are you doing lately?" the professor asked. "I'm sure this must all be so difficult for you."

"Yeah, it's been hard," she responded. "I try not to think about it most days, but I guess it's not that simple."

McGonagall nodded, a pained expression gracing her kind features.

"I don't mean to pry, I'm sorry. This must seem rather unusual to you, but, could I just—May I just give you a hug?" she asked, her round eyes widened sweetly.

Selina didn't know how to respond, never having expected much of a display of affectionate kindness from the Deputy Headmistress.

"Yeah, of course," Selina said kindly.

She was surprised as the woman wrapped her in a loose, comfortable hug, not smothering her but still embracing her. Selina was stiff at first, still not knowing how to respond, a hug from McGonagall definitely being something that was entirely unfamiliar to her. But after a moment, Selina felt a sort of affinity for her female professor, understanding that beneath her cool demeanor and poised exterior, she was just a kind woman who empathized a lot with her female students in particular. Selina Romanov gladly returned her embrace, feeling a moment of peace as she allowed her teacher to express her sympathy.

"I'm sorry, I just felt I needed to let you know that you're never alone here," McGonagall promised. "At Hogwarts, we try to care for our students the way their own parents would hope for."

"You don't have to apologize to me," Selina told her. "Thank you, Professor. For everything. I know you did a lot of good for Aubrey."

"Did I do any good for you?" she wondered.

Selina smiled sadly, nodding. "Of course you did. You helped a lot. More than I could really say."

"Well. You don't have to," Professor McGonagall reassured her gratefully.

"Thank you again, Professor. For helping Aubrey like you helped me."

She nodded. "Rest assured we will try everything we can to make sure she and her friends are advocated for."

"Good," Selina said, running off to find Draco. "Hey. Is everything okay?"

"Yeah," Draco answered distractedly, "Just making sure Aubrey left alright..."

"That's good of you," Selina remarked quietly.

"What did McGonagall want?" he inquired. "Is everything okay?"

"Yeah, yeah," she assured him, "She just... Actually, she just gave me a hug."

Draco seemed to also be surprised by this, not expecting that sort of thing from their Transfiguration teacher.

"Really? A hug? McGonagall gave you a hug?" he restated.

"Yeah. It was nice of her," Selina said as they walked together.

"Yeah, it was," he agreed, still seeming rather preoccupied with the day's events.

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah. Yeah, I am," he said guiltily. "I just... That was Eric's little sister, you know? The guy who tutored me for Charms last year, and wished me 'happy holidays' every year. He even remembered my birthday, once. No one ever does, since it's so close to the end of the school year. Much less a tutor."

"June fifth," Selina nodded, making him smile.

"Yeah... Eric made sure to tell me 'happy birthday' last year. It was such a random little thing, but it was actually really nice. I felt like I had to help his little sister."

"Yeah. I know how you feel," Selina said truthfully, "I think you really did help Aubrey. You made her feel more comfortable."

He seemed a bit troubled by this. "That's odd. No one ever feels more comfortable when I'm around."

"I do," she offered. "Pansy does."

"Comfortable isn't the right word for what Pansy feels around me," he admitted. "She's always on high alert whenever we're together, like she has to constantly impress me."

"She's in love with you," Selina said sadly. "She just... wants you to like her."

"But I already like her," he sighed. "I like her a lot! But it's like she needs to hear it constantly."

"Do you not enjoy telling her that?" she tried to understand.

"No, no, of course I like telling her that," he insisted, "It's just, I don't know how else to say it. It's like she still doesn't believe me."

"That's just insecurity," she replied casually, "We all have it."

"That's true. I definitely don't, though," Draco retorted, even if both of them knew this was far from the truth. "But she still won't talk to me after this morning."

"She just needs some time, and some reassurance. She needs to feel important to you," Selina explained, thinking for a moment. "You know, obviously, I don't want to, but if it'll help things... I'll talk to Pansy for you. Tell her you care about her."

"You will?" Draco piped up excitedly.

Selina nodded. "I will, since we're good friends."

"Oh, thank fuck!" he sighed with relief. "I thought I was going mad, trying to get her to talk to me!"

"You owe me, Malfoy," Selina reminded him.

"Whatever," he scoffed dismissively.

"I believe the words you're looking for are 'you're welcome'," she prompted him.

"Thank you, Romanov," he groaned forcibly, jogging a bit in order to keep up with her.

Selina certainly had her reservations about speaking with Pansy about her and Draco, or being in the same room with her at all, but she knew she owed it to the both of them. Selina knew that her close friendship with Draco had definitely rubbed Pansy Parkinson the wrong way, and rightfully so, despite many of her reactions to the situation being less than appropriate. Selina did feel bad for the way Draco constantly failed to consider Pansy's feelings, even if she herself also often failed to do so. She knew that the mature thing to do in this situation was to talk to Pansy, and reassure her that she'd respect the boundaries of her relationship with Draco, while also letting her know as Draco's friend that he really did care for her as his girlfriend. But, a small part of Selina also naturally wanted to tell Pansy that she was pathetic and mean. Selina wondered if she was doing the right thing for herself by continuing to extend undeserved olive branches to the girl. Of course, she hated the idea of continuing to play nice with Pansy and indulging her ridiculous delusions of grandeur, but Selina was cunning, and also knew that if she did relent to Pansy's wishes a bit and surrender this battle against her, she might just secure enough leverage to win the war.

Selina knew that while Pansy was a cunning girl who excelled at scheming against others, she still lacked any genuine smarts that would propel her to the forefront of the Hogwarts social scene, much like Draco did. There was a reason that everyone at Hogwarts who wasn't a fan of the feared and hated 'Slytherin gang' considered Selina to be 'the nicer one'. Selina knew that she was smart enough not to make any unnecessary enemies at school, which was a part of how she had successfully beat Pansy in the vote for Slither Queen. She was just better, in every way, and she was determined to prove it without having to point it out for herself. The main difference between Selina Romanov and Pansy Parkinson was that Pansy had an ego, a fragile ego which desperately needed to be satisfied by the validation of others. Meanwhile, Selina had a confident, not arrogant, but confident ego, which oftentimes inspired others to have confidence in her. Pansy's power came only from external sources, while Selina's power came from within. Pansy was determined to beat Selina at being the most popular and beloved girl at Hogwarts because she just couldn't live with herself if she didn't. Selina, however, was equally determined to beat Pansy just to see that she could.

Pansy Parkinson was seated alone in the Slytherin common room when Selina found her, studying for some exam. It took her a moment to notice Selina approaching her, an unpleasant scowl spreading across her face as she finally did.

"Oh, no! I do not want to speak to you!" Pansy growled.

"Good. That makes my job a lot easier," Selina noted. "I'm not here to try and fuck with you. I'm not even here about all the shit I've been putting up with from you and your minions about Flint. I'm here for Draco, as a friend," she told her.

"A 'friend'?! Don't make me laugh! You don't want to be a friend to Draco, you just want him all for yourself," she snarled. "I saw the way you hugged him earlier. You just want him for yourself! You're jealous of me!"

"Okay, first of all, no, I do not, and no, I am not. I know how you feel about me, but I'm going to try and tell you this anyways... God, I can't believe I'm actually saying this to you! Pansy, I was raped, and sometimes, it still makes me feel fucked up inside," Selina explained slowly, the pain slowly entering her voice. "I have people who care about me, people who want to help me out of this dark period in my life. Draco just happens to be one of those people, because he's a good person, and I think you know this, or else you wouldn't be with him."

"I'm not with him because I think he's Prince Charming," Pansy snapped defensively, "I'm with him because he's worthy of me."

"Whatever. I don't give a single fuck," Selina promised her, "Point being... Draco is my friend, and that's it. And I'm genuinely sorry if you feel otherwise. I talked to Draco about it, and I told him I don't feel comfortable with certain things given that he has a girlfriend, and I have a boyfriend. He agreed, and we decided we're going to be more considerate of your feelings from now on."

Pansy seemed skeptical, eyeing Selina with distrust. "You mean that?"

"I really do," Selina said firmly. "I don't think we'll ever be friends, and I'm aware of what you think about me, but I want you to know I still know what it's like to feel like you're losing the one you want to another girl," she admitted.

Pansy was still quiet for once, taking in everything she'd said as she refused to meet her eyes, looking down at the ottoman her feet rested on.

"As much as I might hate you, I don't want you to have to feel that way because of me. So, I'm sorry, Pansy, I really am. I won't fight with you anymore, at least not about this," Selina concluded politely.

"Hmm. I knew you'd come to your senses about who's superior," she remarked, seeming satisfied with herself.

"I'm just gonna give you that one, because I don't feel like arguing," Selina decided.

"So, does this mean I'm invited to the Valentine's Day party?" Pansy questioned.

"Don't push it," Selina smiled, heading off to her dorm to freshen up for dinner.

"Hey, wait... Selina?" Pansy called after her.

Selina turned, wondering what it was that she had to say now.

"What is it?" she questioned.

Pansy cleared her throat awkwardly. "I just... I guess I'm sorry. About everything with Flint."

Selina tried to hide her pain, feeling herself shaking as she suppressed an angry scream.

"Too little, too late, Pansy," she told her before walking off in complete silence.

Going to dinner in a set of fresh clothes, with fresh makeup and brushed hair, Selina found it constructive to just take a moment to sit with her friends for a while. She had already informed the girls a bit about what had happened with Aubrey George, and they both seemed relieved that she and Draco had gotten her help. After they'd discussed all the less pleasant aspects of that particular Saturday, they easily moved onto more exciting topics.

"No way! You and Jasper really did it?!" Amana whispered.

"Yeah," Selina nodded, looking at the both of them, "Yeah, we did."

"Selina! That's insane!" Elspeth Laurier interjected. "We're way too young!"

"Elle," Amana murmured.

"What?!" she demanded in shock. "Don't tell me you support this!"

Amana seemed completely blindsided by this. "Well... Selina made her own decision! And so did Jasper! They're only a year apart, and they made the decision together."

"Yeah, a decision that could change their lives!" Elspeth insisted.

"Elle, we were safe," Selina promised her.

"That's not the only problem!" the girl argued. "Having sex at a young age—"

"Isn't great, but isn't necessarily a crime, either," Selina stated.

"Yeah, I mean, if you guys both agreed, and you both respected one another's safety, who am I to judge?" Amana shrugged.

"Exactly!" Selina pointed out.

"You guys are ridiculous!" Elspeth cried. "You can't just have sex at fourteen!"

"Well, I did, and neither of us regret it, so why are you trying to make me?"

"I'm not trying to make you regret it," Elspeth debated, "I'm just trying to point out that it wasn't a responsible thing to do, that's all."

"How were we not responsible?" Selina demanded. "We were safe, we kept each other safe, we love each other."

"Yeah, you think that now!"

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" Selina scoffed.

"Oh, come on, do you really think it'll last?" Elspeth groaned.

"How the hell am I supposed to know!" she reasoned.

"Exactly! So, why didn't you just wait?!" Elspeth demanded.

"Because I was already ready, and I had someone I trusted who also trusted me! What more do you need?" Selina replied.

"How do you know you're ready?" Elspeth argued.

"Because I don't regret my decision at all, and neither does my boyfriend!" Selina exclaimed.

Amana decided she'd better step in, before her friends get too angry at each other. "Elspeth, maybe we should just let Selina do what she wants. If she's happy, there's no reason to confuse her."

"Confuse her?! She's already confused!" Elspeth yelled. "She had sex at fourteen!" she whispered.

"I was also raped at fourteen, so excuse me if the novelty of sex is a bit ruined for me!" Selina shot back.

"Come on," Elspeth continued, "No one wants to have sex at fourteen unless there are other underlying issues—"

"You're right," Amana blurted out, her silence suffocating her, "They don't. Selina and I are just damaged, okay?"

"Mana?" Selina looked over at her, concerned for her friend.

Tears welled up in Amana Tesfaye's eyes as she tried to collect herself, speaking through tears with devastating cracks in her voice.

"I started thinking about sex when I was eleven, because my brother raped me when I was five. Okay?!" she broke down in front of her friends. "For years, all I thought about was finding the right person to do it with, and so I thought I found that last year, when I was only thirteen, but obviously, I didn't."

Selina remained quiet, knowing this story all too well. This was exactly the story she knew would come up if Elspeth pushed her far enough, and it seemed the time had come. Elspeth looked horrified, beyond unsure of what to say.

"I thought I found someone who would care about me even after we did it, someone who would stay. I was desperate for that, and I did it with him, just after I turned thirteen," Amana said. "But I was wrong about him. He left, okay? He didn't love me. I was wrong, but it seems like Selina was right, okay?! Selina found someone who stayed, and it's just cruel of you to try and take that away from her!"

"Amana, I... I'm so sorry," Elspeth began.

Amana said nothing to her, and ran off as Selina watched her helplessly. She locked eyes with Elspeth for a moment, who seemed shocked. She couldn't think of anything to say, and just remained completely silent.

"I'm going after her," Selina muttered, otherwise ignoring her friend.

It didn't take long for Amana to calm down when Selina found her standing alone in the corridor. Amana had felt horrible about her outburst, and tried to assure Selina that she didn't mean to upset everyone, or make them feel guilty. Selina reassured her that neither she nor Elspeth would resent her, and that she had every right to say everything she'd said. Amana was comforted by this, but she was much less easily persuaded to forgive Elspeth. Although Amana could admit to her friend that she didn't hate Elspeth for the way she thought, and she didn't blame her for not understanding how she felt, she still just couldn't face her friend after what had happened. Selina understood that Amana felt humiliated and hurt by the more unpleasant argument between them and Elspeth.

"I just... I just feel like it's hard for me to relate to people who haven't been through what we have," Amana confided in her best friend.

"Yeah. I feel it too," Selina promised her.

"I just don't relate to anyone our age," she said. "I feel like, because of what we've been through, we exist on a different plane than the rest of them."

"We do," Selina told her. "Some things that aren't true for them are true for us, and so on."

"Being hurt the way we've been," Amana began, "It changes your life."

"The younger it happens, the worse it is," Selina nodded. "You just happened to get it especially bad."

"I did," Amana agreed, feeling completely validated. "I really did."

"I know not a lot of people understand, but I do. Kind of," Selina offered kindly. "Everyone's situation is different, but you can always be there for someone. I'll always be here if you need me."

"I'll always be here if you need me, too," she responded.

Selina smiled. "I know."

"I just wish people could understand certain things, you know?" she thought aloud. "I wish I wasn't weird for having thoughts like I had at such a young age."

"It's not your fault. You were five, and someone hurt you, and exposed you to things they should've have. I think we are damaged, in some ways, but that doesn't mean it's something that counts against us," Selina concluded.

"Yeah. I hate that my brother was right about me being mature for my age," Amana confessed.

"We've both seen things that made us that way," Selina empathized. "That's just the way things go."

"Yeah. That's just the way things go," Amana echoed quietly.

"Yeah," Selina shrugged nonchalantly. "You're born, you suffer, maybe you get to smile a little, and then you die."

"Dying isn't something I've ever been afraid of. It's more something I look forward to," Amana remarked.

"That's why we're friends," Selina reasoned.

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drvnkd4zed · 2 years

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Hiii, I recently followed u and I rlly love your fics! I live for it🤌🏻 Can you possibly do OT7 Idol!Enha x nonidol!reader where they are out on a date and they’re almost got caught by dispatch or media?? (If possible please add a little fluffy night date or whatever comes in your mind date) thank u so much🫶🏻

Enhypen almost getting caught by medias on a date with you (enha x nonidol reader)

thank you so much for this request! I hope I this came out as you wished! ✨

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ Jungwon

I think Jungwon would be very annoyed, because even if he understands why dispatch wants you two to be revealed as a couple he doesn't want your relationship to be known. He's worried that you would receive lot of hate and malicious comments by the fans, so he prefers to treat you some good food at home rather than in a restaurant. "I'd love to try that new restaurant near the center, jungwon~" you'd ask him whining. He sighs as he puts his jacket on. "What would you like me to order?" He asks you smiling. "I can go there instead, it's fine as long as they don't see us together right?" "Yeah, but it's late and I won't let you go there alone. Let me save you from the dark this time" he says.

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ Heeseung

Heeseung's always mocking the idols who get caught in their relationships, but once you two almost got caught, you just stare at him in silence while he's torturing his hands out of stress. "What if they'll post the photos online?" He asks. "What if people find out about us??" He asks again. "We'll get through it, you just have to deny everything" you reassure him. You sit near him, putting your head on his chest. "I'm worried about you. You're not an idol so people can approach you very easily" he explains. "It's okay, Heeseung. No one will be in danger. Just calm down~ nothings out yet. They might delete it if you deny about the relationship" you explain. He smiles at you. "Thank you for being so patient with me. I'll make sure no one hurts you".

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ Jay

Jay's going to be very mad, but at the same time he'd like to be at the center of the attention because of this dating rumor. He wants to show you off, to show people that you're his and only his. You'd be the panicked one among the two. "If they want to release it, I'll pay them enough to shush. Even if I wouldn't be so sad if people knew how beautiful you are. I feel so good knowing that I can look at you closely, like a piece of art".

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ jake

Jake's most likely to freak out inside while showing a emotionless smile. You'd just look at him speechless, because you've never seen him like that before. He looked like he was in outer space. "J-jake?" You call him and he looks at you, without saying a word. He calls the ceo and ask him to delete every scandal, with a soft, sweet and embarrassed voice. "S-s-sorry, I think you saw the photos, c-can you please ask them to delete them? I-i am not in a r-relationsh-ship, we're just f-friends". The ceo would melt hearing Jake's innocent words and would accept his request. "We're safe, baby" he says putting the phone down. "What did you say??" a voice from the phone keeps talking. Jake's eyes gets bigger in surprise, then he hangs up. "You're an idiot" you say.

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ Sunghoon

Imagine you two get caught while drinking boba at the local bubble tea shop, then you see people taking photos of you, immediately you realize they're from dispatch's staff. You tap sunghoon's shoulder and you point the people to him. He takes a few steps further as he looks at you confused. "Who are you? Why are you talking to me?" He asks, almost yelling. You want to laugh but you want to play along with him at the same time. "I thought you were my friend, she was standing here few seconds ago" you reply. "Be careful next time! You interrupted such a romantic moment between me and my bubble tea". You'd roll eyes and walk towards the exit, texting him: "I think we fucked it up". "No, we did great" he replies. "You kept staring at my lips...".

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ Sunoo

He has a foolproof way to confuse the medias. Whenever there are dating rumors about you, he would just say "ew, no", with a disgusted gaze. You know he's kidding, and you'd just laugh once you two are out of the media's sight. "Me in a relationship with you? Ew, I don't think you'd last a day" he says mimicking how he acted in front of dispatch.

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ Niki

You two are walking around the city talking and laughing together, when he notices something is off. "I feel like we're being observed " he states. You look around to find few people staring at you two holding some cameras. "Niki, look there" you point them to niki. "I think they're watching us-" before you could finish your sentence, he ran away. He was already totally out of your sight. Few seconds later, you receive a message from him. "Let's meet at the dormitory with the boys, I'll buy you something to eat on the way home".

Hope you guys liked it ~ I'm sorry if this didn't came out good enough 😭

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shinehyuk · 3 years

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Ateez (reaction) when their bestfriend(crush) likes another member

ATEEZ reaction to bff!crush liking another member

‣ Genre : angst

tw : heartbreak, jealousy

a/n : i haven't been keeping up with ateez at all lately or even writing anything for them, so their reactions may be a bit off :( it's hard to admit that i lost interest, but it's the main reason i made this blog after all </3 i hope you still enjoy the reaction!! <333

Hongjoong :

· He'll be super supportive no matter what. Sure, he'll definitely be a little sad and jealous, but what matters most is your happiness, right?

· "Oh, you like Yunho..? I'm sure he likes you too! You should definitely try your chances with him, Y/N"

· As a leader, his feelings are not the most important to him. If you and Yunho will be happy, that'll be the thing that makes him the happiest

· He'll give you tips on what Yunho likes, turning into your matchmaker – arranging you dates with the other male, throwing in a few nice words about you etc.

Seonghwa :

· He was preparing to confess to you, reciting what to say to you in his head over and over again, super nervous. What if you don't like him back?

· However, his dreams were shattered when you started telling him all about how much you admire San, admitting to your big crush on him

· "....Oh. San.. San is a good person, Y/N. I'm sure that you'd look perfect together."

· He'll be heartbroken and disappointed, but it's not your or San's fault. His hopes were way too high

Yunho :

· The look on his face will falter only to quickly show a fake smile, Yunho teasingly wiggling his eyebrows at you

· "I'm so telling Seonghwa you like him! Ah, come on, Y/N~ I'm sure he likes you back!"

· He'll try to be enthusiastic for you but once you leave, his entire forced sparkly attitude will disappear

· He should be happy for his friends, but why is he feeling so empty and just.. sad? Maybe if he confessed his love earlier, you wouldn't have fallen in love with another member?

Yeosang :

· How could he, your bestfriend, not notice that you fell for Jongho? As someone that's that close to you, he should've noticed it

· He'll listen in silence how you talk about the other member, only slightly nodding from time to time

· "Of course, I think you'd be a good match.. You can trust him. He's a kind person"

· He'll try to get over you, encouraging you to try your chances with Jongho. If you'll be happy with the younger male, he'll also be happy

San :

· You asked San for tips on how to get Wooyoung's heart – since he's one of the closest people to him, you hoped that he'd give you some advice

· "..I'm sorry, but I think you should ask Yeosang. He'll know better than me."

· It could be anyone else; Yunho, Hongjoong – anyone. Yet why did it have to be his closest friend that you fell in love with?

· For you, he'll try his best to be understanding and happy if you succeed with the male, but he can't help but feel hurt when he sees the heart eyes you get for the other member

Mingi :

· You were playing a game of truth or dare with some other members, Mingi's heart shattering to tiny little pieces as you reveal that you have a crush on Hongjoong when answering one of the truth questions

· "He's a really kind person, isn't he..? If you ever want my help, just tell me. I want you to be happy, Y/N.."

· It's a big shock to him, but he'll do his best for you two to end up together and be happy

· If anything, all he wishes for is to stay your best friend even if you succeed with Hongjoong. He doesn't need to be any closer to you than that to be happy

Wooyoung :

· He thought that it'd be fun to snoop around your room just a little while you're away, quickly regretting it

· He came across a love letter from you addressed to Mingi, his heart broken as he slowly puts the confession letter back to its place

· Afterwards, he won't mention anything, as if nothing has happened, secretly trying to bring you and Mingi closer to each other. As your best friend, all he wants is for you to be happy

· "Oops, I forgot my phone..? You can stay here with Mingi for a little while, right Y/N?"

Jongho :

· It'll be quite a big shock for the poor male when you tell him about your secret crush on Yeosang – why did it have to be his bandmate that you fell in love with?

· "Yeosang is very mature, you'll look good together~ I'm sure that he also has feelings for you!"

· Like Wooyoung, he'll try to bring you two together, being just a little more obvious than the male

· He only wishes for your happiness and well-being. If the other male will treat you right, he's more than happy to see you and Yeosang together

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i feel like this was pretty bad, but i still hope that you enjoyed it!! <33 thank you for requesting <3

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codenamesazanka · 4 years

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Warning: Rant, character bashing, lots of opinions

I'm saying it outright. I hate Deku. He is entirely underwhelming as a character, much less as the main character, the shonen protagonist of the series.

It's a 'different' type of dislike, though. I feel like I could've like his character. There's nothing greatly disagreeable about him, he's as inoffensive as can be, he's an optimistic, considerate, and polite boy, he's as plain as he is said to be, and that's fine.

My issue is that he's not the character he's said to be. I, personally, just don't buy that he "possesses a drive to save others that eclipses all common understanding", or that he's super intelligent with great analytical abilities that he actually applies on the battlefield, or, in general, he's as amazing or heroic or compassionate as he's apparently supposed to be. How can he be inspiring if he barely challenges any aspects of the society he lives in. Deku is a super good example of the terrible use of "Tell, Don't Show". We're told about his amazing traits, but he rarely follows through; when we do see hints of it, it's lauded but frankly I think it's typical behavior and (this though is not quite his fault) written so stiffly and awkwardly I'm not convinced.

(Honestly I might even call him a Canon Mary Sue. He has no interesting or distinguishable flaws, unless having a shit for brains attitude is one but that's not acknowledged by the narrative. Breaking bones is not a personality trait. If he has a Hero Complex, it's not even the interesting ones where he fucks things up even more; or carries crippling guilt about circumstances beyond his control; or focuses completely on saving people to the point of rejecting almost all human connections and keeping deadly secrets - which is All Might's big flaw.) (Well fair, he does this in the most recent chapter but did it need to take 300+ chapters? Plus I sense the way it's framed is that it's the radical, but right course of action.)

Say what you want about Villains and redemption/shouldn't be redeemed/too evil to be saved/justice/etc, but I think this 'Incredible Drive To Save' should've included Villains from the start. Why does Deku want to "Save people with a smile on his face"? Assuming it's empathy, he should have felt some towards everyone he encounters, whether it's sensible or not. "Why are you so angry?", "You shouldn't go about things this way", "What caused them to be like this?", "Why is there evil in the world?" even. I'm still fuming over his Mall Encounter with Shigaraki, where Shigaraki pretty much reveals his damage: "All Might acts like there's no one he can't save"; but ultimately Deku goes "Wow, that sure is an opinion."

What kind of inane response is this??? There's little pushback from the narrative either, so this isn't pointed out as a failing of his (because, again, he has no big flaws). And he's supposed to be smart and caring. Yes, he does ask All Might right after the Mall Encounter, "Was there anyone you can't save?"; but essentially the replies he gets is "Don't worry about it" and Deku immediately largely puts it out of his mind "Oh whew, I was about to do some introspection and reflection". There isn't even the daunting, kinda-existential anxiety that people get when they realize it's impossible to save/help everyone - which is something, like, medical workers have to learn to deal with - that sharp sense of the inevitably of death, of loss, failure, guilt. I'm not asking for him to come to the conclusion that everyone should be saved - he could've decided nah, Shigaraki is too ugly to be saved and I would've been fine with that, it's part of the character role and potential development - just that he should've had a conclusion at all.

There are the latest chapters where Deku decides he wants to try saving Shigaraki first (though killing him is still on the table), true. Him wanting to save Shigaraki after seeing AFO merged with him, after seeing The Crying Child - but see, I don't think it qualifies because I think it's the bare minimum about of consideration, the typical response to seeing the body horror of warped, fused flesh, to seeing a small sad little boy. I think it shouldn't require "You look like you needed saving" for a true Hero to consider saving someone. Not for someone who is supposed to be unique and special in this regard.

I've complained about this before, but the trouble with Deku was evident from the very beginning.

Again, Deku wants to save people with a smile on his face, and again, I’m assuming it’s empathy. We're shown this on the very first page, as he attempts to protect a friend(?) from bullies, but imo like it felt groundless because who was the kid he was protecting? We never see him again. Did Deku's standing up to Bakugou work, and the kid was saved? Or did they both got beaten up; but afterwards, being the kind boy Deku is supposed to be, he still gets to his feet to help the boy, to apologize for failing.

But more significantly, this theme of saving was overshadowed immediately by his focus on superpowers - that he was quirkless. Next page, his focus was on ‘Woah, giant villain and superpowers!’ Instead of like. Helping people. (Though I chalk this up to early installment weirdness)

What should’ve happened if the theme was ‘SAVE PEOPLE’ Is something like: The opening sentence being “People are not born equal. This is the harsh truth I learned when I was four. I knew that... but despite my powerless, I still wanted to help. That was my first and last setback.” And the panels/images themselves (of little Katsuki and his friends) implies that people on the world thinks you need power to help people.

When he saw the villain attack on way to school, Deku can be wow’ed by the spectacle! But then he notices a kid crying and offers to help find his mom. He can be interrupted by a Hero saying he (the hero) will take over, he can find the mom and realize he’s late for school (and so that shows he’s willing to sacrifice something of his to help others! Because of his altruistic nature!). A scene like that, of him helping the lost kid, we would know that he wants to help *anyone*. At school, though, he still gets bullied for not having powers. So he’s mulling over that when he meets All Might, and asks the question.

It proceeds as usual for the next few events: When the sludge monster attacks Katsuki, he can still go gawk at the scene. He can still hesitate. In canon, it's only when he realized the victim was his friend that he jumps into action, which I thinks undermines the theme of 'wanting to save indiscriminately'. IMO, it would've been better that Deku sees it’s his friend, but he still hesitates. “There’s nothing I can do right? All Might himself said so...” But when he sees Katsuki’s *face* of fear, he runs to help. Instead of seeming like he helps only because he realizes it’s his friend, he helps because he feels too deeply about trying to save Katsuki.

Admittedly these are minor, personal critiques; but all in all, the first chapter fails to establish Deku is the willpowered, champion of wanting to save people he's supposed to be.

--Which is fine, if it's acknowledged in the story later, that maybe he wasn't the True Blue Hero he's supposed to be at first, but he can change and still become one. But it's not - Deku is apparently special, without anything special to show for it.

I read the one-shot "My Hero" - the prototype for this series - that Horikoshi published years ago, before My Hero Academia was created. I also found it underwhelming, but that was due to personal tastes (I wanted more explosions and dumb violence); as a story on it's own merit, the logic and progression was solid.

The Villains Heroes fought were 'Aberrations' - true inhuman monsters that showed no sentience that would eat people - so the focus could be solely on saving humans. The main character - Jack Midoriya - his original goal was less 'save people' and more 'become a cool hero', before learning that saving people is what true heroism is about, hero license unneeded. (Moreover, he really did 'save' someone without being a hero - by working hard, he was preventing the company from becoming ruined completely, which the CEO had confessed and thanked him for. )

This version of Midoriya didn't exactly needed deep empathy or compassion for that, just a strong willpower, which he effectively demonstrated by chasing after a childhood dream even as an adult salaryman in a tanking company, even though he had anemia and no training and no license. He insisted on this, to the point of getting hurt by being dumb, of being petty over someone dissing the Hero who inspired him in the first place, of skipping out of work and going vigilante. Not the most upstanding guy, but he came through in the relevant themes of the story, in being the character the story needed him to be.

Jack Midoriya was an unimpressive, weird-looking, weak, pitiful, somewhat selfish, awkward salaryman with no great aspects that 'eclipses all common understanding'. But he was a far stronger character than his incarnation Izuku Midoriya could ever be (so far).

#rant #nalslastworkingbraincell #character bashing #negativity #warning #I hope these tags are enough #:P

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weasvlys · 4 years

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hiii, can i make a request? One where a hufflepuff goes on a date with fred to the astronomy tower to stargaze but at the end they kiss like real fluff and then he asks if she wants to join him in the shower and since she is a prefect they go to the prefects bathroom but like she is a virgin and yeah.

Hiii, sure dear! Here you have it.

And yes, i know it have sooooo many grammar mistakes, so yeah, sorry

And just a little reminder: I TAKE REQUESTS, even the really naughty ones? Yes! Even de multifandom ones? Yesss, even the orgy or threesome ones? YESS! Even the queer ones? YEEEEEES, so go on, and request!

- Xoxo, Vennus.

Stargaze.

Fred Weasley x Y/N (Female! Hufflepuff! Reader)

Warnings: Fluffffff, smutty, fingering, oral sex(kind of?), Sexual grafic content, and that's it, enjoyyyy

Words count: 2971

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"Pssst" You listened as a ball of paper fell on your shoulder, you turned to see what it was about, it was Fred "Whaaat?" You responded looking at him acting annoyed at his interruption, but you didn't get mad at him, he was the nicest and funniest person that you've ever meet, he was sweet and cute, always walking around the school corridors with a big fluffy smile that makes your heart race every time you saw it, with that charming personality and that beautiful laugh that fascinates you. "See you in the Hufflepuff common room at midnight, I've got a surprise for you..." He said in a whisper, he seems nervous, as if something in your question was a lie, not all, but at least a part of it "In the Hufflepuff common room?" You asked to check, the voices of the other students overshadowed Fred, something that was very strange, he nodded "Of course" you said flirting, he only responded by spinning his eye in a certain way, a way that made you tremble, and now the idea of stopping him just for you was exciting, encouraging more specifically.

The day began to pass and the wait became tortuous, you were wondering what the happy surprise would be, would it be a new joke now annoying Ron? or could it be a new product from his store? You had been in love with Fred since your second year, and now that they were at 6th, things were starting to feel more tense, and now that Fred had been a couple of months since he broke up with Angelina, you felt that you could finally reveal your feelings to him, however no moment was the right one, besides, if you did there was a great possibility of being rejected by him.

"Really? Bloody hell Y/N, this is your chance!" Hermione said excited after hearing your words "Shhhhh!" Ginny replied, equally excited "Mione, my brother will listen, shut up for once!" Whispered the redhead "I don't know girls... Possibly it's something else, I don't want to ruin the moment by saying something so uncomfortable to her, what if I ruined it forever?" You said puzzled, in your head there was no possibility that Fred Weasley was lovingly interested in you "Y/N, I know my brother, he definitely wants to go out with you, please! Just look at you!" Ginny said, in that motivating tone that she always had in her voice "Do you think?" You answered unsure "I know it, honey!" She answered, Those words had motivated you in an exceptional way, who better than Ginny would know her brother?

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It was already midnight in the Hufflepuff common room, where you were waiting for Fred, you had to want to go anywhere else in the castle, this boy used to haunt the corridors at night and surprisingly he was never caught, he had an interesting taste for passageways, and it was not the first time that he came to your room late at night just to give you some stink bomb or gum with potion of truth, tangled in your thoughts you were taken by surprise by the sudden appearance of Fred under one of the barrels that was in the common room, "Come ... I have to show you something very special" he whispered and called you with his hand "Fred ... They will catch us" you said whispering in the same way "I promise it will not be like that ... Just come, you will love it." You snorted in exasperation, you couldn't argue with this boy. You got into the barrel and suddenly commented to slide down, as if it were a slide, You barely digested the feeling of falling suddenly when you felt that what was below you disappeared and you fell on a padded basket, it was clothes, were they in a laundry? Wow, definitely the castle would never stop surprising you "What are we doing here Weasley?" You asked the redhead who jumped out of the basket and held out his hand to help you out "You have to wait a while more beauty..." Fred replied, you took his hand to get out of the basket, still taking his hand, he guide you a couple of steps forward to a door, they left the room and started heading to a nearby painting, why anything seemed familiar to you? You had been studying and living the castle for almost seven years and you did not know this part of it? The painting was large, it was a girl reading while eating a strawberry, "Blow here" said Fred pointing to his bracelet, you did and suddenly the girl moved in surprise "If you want to enter just ask! Agh Weasley, it's you... Come in!" The girl repeated as she moved, letting you see a hole behind it, they entered and began to walk "How does she knows you, Fred?" You asked the redhead "You ask a lot of questions dear" he answered in such a charming way, boy did this boy make you shiver, you reached the end of the hall and Fred pushed the wall in front of you, it opened to reveal the astronomy tower.

It was not the first time you were there but if the first time for your own pleasure, it was beautiful, and on all the other occasions you had never noticed the many details that were in it, it was beautiful, you were so distracted admiring the metal structure that was in the center of it that you did not notice that Fred was no longer with you "Y/N! Come!" You turned to look at him, He had a beautiful smile painted on his lips, he was on the edge of the tower, where he looked at the stars, you thought you had never seen anything more beautiful than that boy, You approached him and he pointed to the sky, more specifically the stargaze that was there, it was beautiful, all that combination of colors and how each of the stars shone, it was wonderful, You have never looked at all this with such detail before as now, it was perfect, you could see how at the edge of your eye Fred was looking at you in such a beautiful way, it seemed that he was in love, What you did not know is he thought that he had never seen anything before and beautiful like you, so exceptional and irremediably beautiful.

He put his hand inside the pocket of his sweatshirt, you looked at him and he opened his hand, it was a paper bird, he began to fly around you, singing with his melodious voice, until it landed in your hands, "Open it" whispered Fred, you unfolded the paper bird and inside it was written "Look at him" You turned your gaze to Fred, and he took you by the face, you felt a mess in your stomach, like butterflies, you felt him slowly approach you, you could feel his minty breath brushing your lips, he got even closer, and you felt his lips brush against yours, all the thoughts and worries in your head disappeared, it's as if now only you and him existed, and nothing else will matter now, you felt how slowly his lips were sticking to yours and tenderly he moved them giving you a soft and needed kiss, her lips were clean and soft, they tasted like a sweet and refreshing lemonade, she smelled of cologne combined with a sweet and Christmas like ginger smell, you said your hands to her soft and long hair, you felt her long fingers slowly caress your cheeks, it was perfect, exceptional, like your dreams, it was just as you imagined, the taste of his lips was minty and refreshing, you could lose yourself in that soft kiss, when he suddenly detached himself from the kiss, you instantly felt an emptiness, as if something was missing.

You looked into his eyes and you knew, just by looking at them, that he felt the same as you felt "I-I always wanted to do this... Y/N I have to tell you now, and if you don't feel the same as I do, it's totally fine but I can't continue with this secret... I... I love you." His alley words about you like a bucket of cold water, but for some reason, these were not what he promised they would be, it was perfect, it was just what you needed to hear, his voice was full of nostalgia and sadness, disappointment, as if what he said earlier was not going to please you, you could not prevent a smile from escaping from your lips, "Why are you laughing?" I ask, he seemed even more shocked "Is that... Fred, didn't you see it?" You said separating a little from him, he now also looked at you with condition "See what?" She said, separating herself further from you, "That I'm in love with you! Damn I've been for so long and this... It's just sublime." You said, this reasoned your words and began to smile, again he went to your lips and another sweet kiss left on them. Nothing could be better than this.

That last kiss little by little raise everything, first, with Fred's hands slowly going down to the small of your back, that took you by surprise, His began to go down even more, taking your butt, where he began to caress, and then, he squeezed it, you jumped into his action and he instantly removed his hands from hi and detached himself from the kiss, looking at you, "It bothers you?" He asked with concern, you liked that reaction one more, and without asking again you kissed him, this kiss even more wild, you took both of his hands, and again you directed them to your butt, he seemed to understand the message and made his kisses even deeper, leaving you almost breathless, with one of your hands you began to lower until you reached his abdomen, it was hard and you could feel the exercise in it, you put your hand under his clothes, feeling a thread of hair, You felt like your touch his skin crawled, wow, it was really exciting, his kisses began to intensify even more, if possible, He raised his hands again and they were on your waist again, they did not last long there, since he inserted them inside your shirt, touching your naked "You are so hot" he said, that made you shiver, His hands were slowly rising while his tongue made its way into your mouth, it was perfect, "We should go somewhere else... Filch usually makes rounds here, it is the favorite place of lovers" he said laughing, you shook your head, you took his hand, and again he led you to another passage, this led us to the prefects bathroom, you had only been there once, and it had been to play a joke on Percy, Fred approached the large tub and waved his wand, suddenly water began to come out of all the taps, bubbles came out of one of them, It was a huge tub and in front of it there was a pair of stained glass windows where you could see a mermaid, who when you saw Fred seemed to act sexy, or at least that's how it seemed to you.

"What are you doing?" You asked "I thought I should take a shower, the corridors were very dirty." He said that taking off his sweatshirt, he just did it and you were stunned, all that made you tremble, you could feel how little by little your center was getting wet, "My eyes are up here" Said Fred approaching you, making you blush, he placed his hands on your hips, making you gasped, he took you and pulled your body to his, he kiss you again, his kiss was wild and hard, slowly began to raise his hands, grabbing the edge of your shirt and pulling it over your head, when I take it out my chest, as if it were imnotized, you are embarrassed to see his gaze fixed on your chest, you immediately tried to cover yourself "You-You don't like it? we can stop if you liked to, you don't have to do anything you don't want ..." he said again, he seemed to be as nervous as you "No, Freddy, it's not that, just ..." You said you tried to dissolve the thought he had, "What is it?" ask taking your shoulders, trying to comfort you, "Nobody, nobody ever touched me ... Like this." You said, he stared at you, he didn't know what to say, "Fred, I'm a virgin" you said, he seemed not to have heard, He brought his hands to your cheeks and gave a raised kiss to your forehead, "Thanks for sharing that with me, I promise to be kind, if you still want to" he replied in a soft whisper, That tone in his voice made your heart pound.

You withdrew your hands from your chest and directed them to his neck, brought him close to your lips and kissed him again, under his hands to your butt, squeezing him and making way for his tongue between your lips, you sighed at his action, and again he raised his hands to your chest and naked, he gently touched your breasts and your skin crawled, you've never felt anything like that before, with his thumb he began to caress your nipple in circles, making you moan, he began to lower his kisses to your chest, where he introduced one of your nipples to his mouth, where he began to suck, you could feel how your legs were shaking, he was distracted for a couple of seconds there, but then it continues to go down until it reaches your pants, where I take the spring and slowly lower them, making eye contact, you felt like boiling inside, he pushed his way between your legs and left a sweet kiss in your center on the fabric of your panties, "I didn't know you liked bunnies so much ... And hearts, and pink" He said mockingly, making you blush, again he smiled in that cute and tender way, lowering your panties, and again he left a kiss on your now naked pussy, that hedgehog until the last of your beauties, he got up again, and dressed as under his pants along with his boxers, as soon as his cock hard as a rock came out bouncing against his abdomen, he let out a loud sigh, almost a desperate moan, he was red and sore, needed to enter you, you were about to touch him, period Fred separated from you and stepped into the huge tub.

"Aren't you coming baby?" He said, you barely got in the tub he Fluched your entrance, making you let out a needy moan, he raised his finger to your clitoris, where he began to give pleasure, "You are a very dirty little girl, you are soaked" said, those words made your center throb again with pleasure, she began to pick up speed, eliciting several muffled moans, "You're not happy love, I want to hear how you moan." Said the redhead, that unleashed a couple of moans that echoed throughout the bathroom, again under his fingers at your entrance and inserted one to the bottom, that made you moan even louder, slowly began to pump and just did it and entered in a second, "I love to how mi finger slide into you" he said, "do you think my cook will to?" that was enough to get yo to the edge.

He took his cock and put the tip of it in your entrance, playing with you "Fred ... Please" you said desperate for his big cock, "Please what?" He responded by sticking it in a little more, but not enough, "Please ... Fuck me" you said, that was next for him to enter you, causing you noticeable pain "Are you okay?" I ask concerned, you loved seeing him like this, so sweet, "yeah ..." You answered, he slowly began to pump, making a desperate moan, slowly began to go faster "you are so tight love ... It fascinates me" he said in a moan, you thought you had never heard anything so sublime in your life, put your hands on your hips and started to pick up speed, the moans in the bathroom was like a porn movie, the sound of their skins colliding and the water bouncing was fantastic, you felt so close to the edge "I'm ... I'm cumming" You said "Me too ... Oh fuckk you feel so good baby" he replied, taking one of his hands and directed it to your neck, hanging you gently, that was next, you felt how the heat swirled on your lower stomach, the thighs of your legs were tense, you felt on top at the same time as him, and when he came out you felt a thick and warm liquid coming out of you, you lean on his chest tired, you could hear her heart beat fast, that had been for the best.

You wondered what Hermione and Ginny would think when you told them.

#fred weasley #harry potter fanfiction #fred weasley x reader smut #fred weasley smut #fred weasley x reader #fred weasley blurb #fred weasley x y/n #fred weasley x you #smut #hp #harry potter blurb #hp smut #harrt potter

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booksweet · 3 years

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Expectations

starring: Gojo Satoru x fem!reader

Synopsis: what If your favorite character became real the moment you needed the most?

Warnings: fluffy, probably shibuya incident arc spoilers (not too much), grammar mistakes, both reader and Gojo are +18

Word count: 2k

A/N: hello! Here's me again bringing you the sequence of "Real" (please don't forget to read the first part, okay?). I was so glad you enjoyed chapter 1 that it turned out as a series and I can say I'm BEYOND happy!! Hope you like it 💛

part 1 | part 2 | part 3

tagging: @noritoshiikamo @iwaizumini

“So… Tell me about your powers,” she asks him when they stopped their tour through the city together. “Did they remain? Or you lost them when you came here?”

She knew she should’ve already spoken to him about this matter, yet she was scared of his answer, yet she frightened that if he got his powers, maybe he would go back to his world and let het behind. She would be all alone. Again.

Being alone all the time was tiresome, she had been tired for so long since her parents died, and she moved away from the town she was born and rose by them. After all this time without them, she got used to living alone, eating alone, existing all by herself, everything was so mechanical to her that she didn’t even notice how the way she was living affected her perceptions of her surroundings.

And then, he suddenly appeared. That night was marked inside her memories. She was fond of many things, reading her favourite manga above all, but if someone asked her what she expected getting from reading one, she would answer just some comfort and relief from stressful days, not her favourite character scaping from his world and popping up inside her room.

“Hey! Y/N? Are you even listening to me?” Satoru’s voice takes her out from her reveries, again she got lost on her own thoughts about him and what happened. Is it selfish not wanting you to go back there?

“Sorry” She apologizes with a shy smile, his eyes hidden with sunglasses probably focused on her. “What were you saying?”

“You are a little absent-minded, aren’t you?” His voice in an amused tone makes you release a loud laugh that make he smile eye-to-eye. “I was saying that my powers are still here with me…” He repeats as he takes you by your hand walking somewhere else, his slightly narrow when he sees something that caught up his interest. “Is that… Ice cream?”

By his answer to her question, her heart flickers a little. He could do anything he wanted; he was the strongest above all. Why wouldn’t he just go back to his world? Why would he still be here with you? Your mind going whirlwind with a thousand questions unanswered.

“You lost it,” He says once more, now with her favourite ice cream flavour in one extended hand as a signal to give it to her. “Again. Am I that much a bad company that you can’t concentrate on our date?” He fakes a heartbroken and sad tone seeming like a boy who was crying over his first love.

“Satoru, what?! No! And this is not a date!” She did get lost in thoughts again, but hell no, this wasn’t a date. “Don’t you dare smile like this to me, don’t you dare, Satoru Gojo!” Her flustered tone mixed up with an angry one as a cocky smirk grew upon his face.

“Whaat? Me? Smiling?” He walks closer to her, his height almost towering over hers, and when their faces where almost touching each other, the smell of ice cream surrounding them when he says “How? Smiling like this?”

She could’ve fainted right there, yes, she could. One could say she was almost having a heart attack the faster her heart was beating and that idiot in front her knew how much he affected her, and, for God’s sake, he was doing it way to good not to care. Still, she wouldn’t give up to him so easily.

“As you said…” She started stepping back and eating her own ice cream. “Your powers still remain, so how does it feel?”

“Little one…” He begins to say, but he seems to reconsider his words while looking at her face. “I can feel everything. I can see everything and nothing at the same time. The beginning and the ending. Infinity and beyond.”

She remained silent by his side, waiting for him to continue whatever he was thinking about to speak of. She couldn’t imagine how heavy must be the burden of carrying power like his, powers that were both a blessing and a curse.

“Your world does have curse energy like mine,” He finally continue his line of thought. “Even though it doesn’t change into spirits or something more tangible to exorcize. I still don’t get how you get rid of it here, it’s a mystery.”

“And…” He suddenly stops, narrowing his eyebrows in a confused expression, it was like he realized something he didn’t know how to explain to her.

“And?” You give his arm a soft touch, without words saying to him I am here, you can say whatever is on your mind.

“And” He eyes at her so deeply you imagine if he could reach her soul, his hand placed above hers. “I can see you. Your everything. I can sense your presence, your heartbeat like it is my own. Is it strange? Is it strange that I feel you like you are a part of me, and I am a part of you?” He holds her hand tighter. “Is it strange that when we hold hands everything seems right again? Is it strange that-“

All at once he lets go of her hand. She gives him a strange look, What’s wrong? Was what she as thinking. Goosebumps running through her body, wild butterflies flying on her stomach made her lips dry of nervousness. I feel you like you are a part of me, and I am a part of you. Everything seems right. He must be kidding, no one never…

“Gojo,” She says when she can catch her breath again, his eyes never leaving her face. “You shouldn’t play with things like this.” She pinches her nose, feeling her face warmer and warmer each second. “We must go, there are other places I want to show you.”

“But, Y/N,” He tries to say, she could feel melancholy following his words. I don’t want to hear, I don’t.

“Let’s go, Satoru Gojo,” she fakes a smile and an excited tone. “There’s more of my world that those pretty eyes of yours have never seen.”

They went through many of her favourite places such as the park, that café closer to her loved library, she showed him her favourite restaurant, the places she was used to go when feeling unwell with herself. And there was this moment, this specifically moment, that his eye’s light changed.

The way her hair flipped towards the wind, the way her smell invaded his nostrils, the way he was just all eyes only to hers. Every little detail unmissed to him. Despite their last conversation ending, he’s been constantly aware of her, of how she makes him feel in this odd world. He didn’t lie when he said all those words, he meant each one of them, but he was still wondering why she dismissed him that way. He was afraid that fright would make her run away from him again.

“Hey, you enjoyed our stroll today?” She was resting peacefully on her place’s couch, head laid softly on a cushion and eyes looking at him eagerly. He felt she was still fluttering because of what happened between them before, and he wanted so bad to stop that growing unease feeling his mind twisted every second.

“You don’t know how” He says with a genuine smile, knowing more of you, of how you lived, and your habits makes him avid to get closer and closer to you. His keen voice loud when he laughs “I’ve never though of not trying to defeat monsters and curses while eating a good, sweet cake or ice cream and…”

“And?”

“You can say I’m a good partner, can’t you?” His keen smile turning into a cocky and teasing one. “Afterall, how could I not try my best having such a beautiful lady by my side?”

“You-“She starts, but the growing reddish upon her nose and cheeks reports how nervous she gets when he talks like this, how he teases her and her blood runs wild through her veins. “You know it wasn’t a date, Satoru!” Placing a hand in front of her pretty face to hide whatever her expression could speak for her that moment. “And yes, you’re also a good companion, I can say that.”

“Hey, Y/N,” Satoru’s voice wakes her up from her dreams late that night, she was on the couch covered with her bedsheets. Did he picked them and then covered me up? Her heart bounced inside her chest and she felt her hands damp with sweat with that thought of him caring about her.

“Uh… What time…?” She opens her eyelids slowly, yawning hard as she stretches herself to wake her body. By the time she catches the sight of him, he’s sitting down right on the ground in front of her, his hands towering over her legs like he wanted to touch her but is not allowed to.

“Can I show you something?” His voice says nothing to her, no opens to reveal his feelings behind his tone. Suddenly, she feels cold running over her body. She nods slowly to him. “Do you trust me?” Again, another movement of her head. “Little one… I need to hear your voice.” His bare eyes stare at her fondly, she will never understand why he does this to her. Doesn’t he know that he will break my heart?

“Yes, Satoru, I trust you.” Her voice is hoarse from sleep, but this is all he needs to place one arm underneath her legs and the other on her back to carry her bridal-way. “Wh-what?! This is really necessary?”

“Hold on, I got you” His thumb moving around the bottom of her back, his movements, and the feeling of his warm body closer to hers making her relax. “I’ll show you something, breath and don’t scream”

And suddenly they weren’t at her living room, but at the rooftop of some skyscraper. So high she could feel her sight twisting.

“Hey, hey…” His muffled voice was calm against her ears, his soft grip tightening a little in reassurance of her safety. “I’m here, I’m here, it’s okay.”

“F-fuck! Why? Why are we here?”

“I need to show you” His tone didn’t hide he was nervous, worried about something. “Please close your eyes.”

As she does what he requested, his arm on her back loosen his grip and a hint of panic stars to grow inside her. I’m going to…

“You are not going to fall. I will never let something bad happen to you.” His voice is bold and so sure-footed that she decides not to complain, even thought she knew that it wouldn’t be their reality sooner when he’ll get back to his world. His fingers gently touching her eyes and she feels something changing in the air. The air around them shaking and heavy. His powers…

“Open your eyes, Y/N, please.”

As she opens her eyes, she knew something was different. In front of her there was still the night city, above her the skies. But she could see energy, colourful energy arising from each place she could catch a sight. “What- WHAT?” She screamed in disbelief. “What did you do to me?!”

He bit his lips in a worried expression. “I did nothing. I had this theory but…” He couldn’t look at her anymore, it was painful. “I just managed to unlock your own cursed energy, I don’t know how, I had these feeling and it just…”

They remained in silence for what seemed like hours, even though night were still ruling hard the skies up them. Their bodies close to each other, their warm protecting them from that cold night, from that scary truth. What the hell I am?

“Y/N”

“Uh. What?”

“I need your help to get back to my world. I need your help to get back to my students. You do know what happened to them after my arrive, don’t you?”

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willowbleedsonpaper · 4 years

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What it used to be

Theo Nott x reader

W.C. : 1485

Summary: Voldemort is back and hes gathering young blood for his army of death eaters. Theo has been in a secret relationship with Y/N but now has some news to deliver to her. (Hi, I suck at summaries)

Warnings: Angst and apparently heartbreak... sorry.

Hello skittles! After a well deserved break and many mental breakdowns I returned from the dead and now I´m back. First fic in a long time inspired by the title “What it used to be” given to me by the best Hufflepuff friend one could ever ask for @remmyswritings. Puff, thanks for being an inspiration.

Thank for reading and Enjoy! 💚

Second Part

You considered the possibility of looking around for him, or going to his common room, maybe check the library. You were growing nervous by the second, rubbing your hands together while trying to keep your breathing even. It wasn't working.

It was late, the moon was high on the night sky as you paced the hall where he had asked you to meet him. You turned your wrist for the millionth time and checked the hour. Fifteen minutes and no sign of him.

“Y/N?” you heard from behind you, your head snapping up at the sound of his voice. A sigh fell from your lips as you ran towards him, engulfing him in a crushing hug as soon as your body collided against his chest “I’m sorry I'm late.” he mumbled, placing a head at the top of your head, his arms snaking around your middle softly.

“It's okay.” you whispered, pulling away from him enough to look at him “I was just worried.”

He nodded his head softly, taking your hand and guiding you to a nearby bench. You both sat down, silence surrounding you as he cupped your hands in his, caressing the back of your hand with his thumb in a slow motion.

“Theo?” you called hesitant at the sight of him.

He shook his head, staring at the ground as a way to avoid your own eyes “I'm sorry.” he whispered.

Your heart dropped at his voice, the shaky feeling you were feeling just minutes ago returning ten times stronger as his hold in your hands tightened. Your head was going over every single thing he had told you, everything he had done, any of the possibilities why he might be apologizing.

“What do you mean?” you asked him, leaning down so you could meet his eyes, a nervous laugh leaving your lips “You have done nothing wrong, Theo.” you assured him.

“I was selfish,” he said, sadness meeting your eyes for the first time in a long time “I was so selfish.” he said harshly, running a hand through his hair as he straightened his back, looking up at the sky and letting go of you.

You pulled your hands back to your lap, staring in concern at him as he fought the tears back.

You had only seen Theo like this once, and he promised it would never happen again. He apologized and avoided you for days, returning to his normal self quickly and brushing off the subject every time you asked. You had kept a close eye on him for any sign he might be hurting but nothing he did seemed out of the ordinary. Until now.

“Theo, you’re worrying me.” you said, moving close to him “What is it? What happened?” you insisted, trying to get a look of his face but failing as he stood up.

“I thought it would be fine, I thought maybe we … I could do this.” he mumbled, starting to pace in front of you.

You stared at him in shock, not having the courage to stop him as he started to talk.

“It was selfish of me to think I could do this, but I can’t do this to you.” he suddenly stopped, turning to you with sadness written all over his face “I can't put you in any danger.”

“Danger?” you furrowed your eyebrows as you stood up.

He sighed heavily, taking a look all around before turning back to you. His shoulders fell as he stretched his arm out, rolling his sleeve up to reveal his pale skin and the dark mark hiding underneath the fabric of his sweater.

You covered your mouth as soon as the gasp left your lips, your eyes frozen on the dark ink moving painfully over his arm. You hesitantly looked up at his eyes, shining with unshed tears as he gave you a pleading look.

“Theo…”

“Don’t,” he stopped you before any other word left your mouth “I know.” he said bitterly, covering his arm again as he stumbled back slowly.

“It’s not your fault.” you said, holding his arm to keeping him from leaving.

He turned his head slowly towards you, eyes following the trail of your hand all the way up to your eyes “What?” he mumbled with confusion, a tear rolling down his cheek as he turned his body completely to face you.

You smiled sadly at him, loosening your hold on his arm “It was a matter of time.” you told him, his look of confusion deepening as you chuckled lowly “I get it.”

You took a step forward leaving little space between the two of you as you brought your hand up to his cheek, caressing his soft skin with your thumb as leaned in your touch.

“Y/N…” he whispered, not getting any other words out as you shushed him.

Standing on your tiptoes, you kissed him sweetly, moving your lips softly against his. He stayed frozen for a second, answering your kiss by pulling you closer to him. His hands were on your waist, his grip bruising before he pulled away, leaving only your foreheads connected.

“You don’t get it.” he murmured, his breath fanning over your face as you opened your eyes “I can’t.”

You cupped his face, a smile in your face as you forced him to look at you “We’ll get through this, Theo.” you assured him “No one needs to know.”

He scrunched his eyes closed, pain written all over his features as his face fell “Draco knows.” He told you “He has known for a while now, about you and I.”

“He’s your best friend…” you mumbled “He wouldn’t say a word, right?”

Theo shook his head, taking your hands from his face and letting them fall “No,” he sighed, rubbing his temples “But everything is different now.”

You stared at him, waiting for him to get the words out of his head. You had noticed Draco had been watching you, you had felt his eyes burning you every room you walked in. He had been weird at the beginning of the year, he looked sick, worried, even sad. But you thought nothing of it when Theo never mentioned. You considered Draco a friend and now you were worried about both of them.

“Draco is a death eater too.” you whispered, the look in Theo’s eyes giving you your answer once you looked at him “Isn’t he?”

“He’s like a brother to me.” he admitted, crossing his arms over his chest with a worried look on his face “I couldn't let him do this alone.”

You nodded your head, falling back on the bench you were sitting before. Your mind ran all over the things he had said that night, the tears rolling down his face and the guilt on his face. You scrunch your eyebrows together, a pit forming on your stomach when the words left your mouth. “What do you mean you were being selfish?”

His face turned into one of guilt, swallowing the gulp on his throat he spoke “We can’t be together anymore.”

His voice was dead, monotonous words leaving his lips as he ignored the look of pain in your face “I can’t put you and anymore danger. They know your friends with Potter, you're a target already.”

“I don’t care,” you whispered bitterly “I knew what I was doing when I joined them. You don’t have to protect me.”

“It’s not only you.” he sighed “I told you, Draco is like a brother to me. Do you have any idea what they’ll do to him if they find out he knew about us, about him being your friend?”

Your eyes widened, stomach turning at the thoughts of someone hurting them. You opened your mouth several times but words never came out, too overwhelmed to even form a coherent word.

“It's not like it used to be.” he said “We're not hiding from the school or my father. This is death eaters we’re talking about.”

You breathed heavily, the tears finally staining your cheeks as you nodded “I understand.” you said, standing up.

“I’m sorry.” he apologized again.

You put up a fake smile for him, leaning in to his side and placing a kiss on his cheek. “ I love you, Theo.” you whispered in his ear.

Picking up your pace, you got out of there as fast as your feet could take you. Not waiting for a response, you let the tears fall freely, looking one last time at him before you disappeared down the halls, heart aching at the last look you got from him.

He had stood there, saving the memory of your voice telling him you loved him before you walked away. He re-played the words over and over again, sitting down on the bench as he held his head on his hands, whispering to himself.

“I love you too.”

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nuoyipeach · 3 years

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Nothing Can Keep Us Apart (haerene)

April 28th, 2019

posting it here for @miracle-aiden , but I wrote this long ago so it's probably not that good😅 more newer haerene otw tho

ft. Bae Jinyoung

Donghae couldn't believe what she had just told him. He couldn't believe all those plans of their future he had prepared are going to waste. He couldn't believe how she was so easily going to leave him, and yet against her own will.

"Why baby?" he asked for the nth time holding her hands, trying not to cry seeing her tears. "Why? Why why why? You don't always have to listen to your father. Arranged marriage? Screw it! You're mine, remember. Only mine."

Joohyun could not help but burst into even more tears, being pulled into his chest as she gripped onto his shirt tight, arms around his torso and face snuggled into his chest. She hated her father for many things, but this was now on the top of her list.

"I don't want this Donghae. I never wanted any of this. But there's nothing I can do." she sobbed, and his hug only tightened around her.

"I can't think of letting you go to another man." Donghae mumbled, but audible for her to hear. "I can't even imagine it. The only other male I can think of you going out with is Jinyoung. That's it. I'm over protective and clingy I know. But it's because I love you so much."

Joohyun couldn't stop crying anymore. What he called over protective and clingy, she loved it. She always found it adorable how he looked out for her in public, and how he limited her contact with men. She never found it unfair or dominating, because he himself followed the same, limiting his contact with women. And Joohyun hated the average men, making Donghae special, and vice versa.

"Donghae... I'm sorry. I don't know anymore. It's for the stupid company, and the guy agreed because he benefits, and..."

Donghae placed a finger on her lips to stop her from further trying to explain. He knew how powerful her father was, but he hoped their three year long relationship was stronger. Sadly today, it wasn't. He looked at her face, completely wet from tears, and couldn't help it anymore as he started kissing every inch of it, even under her ears and on her neck and collar. Joohyun's hands locked themselves around his neck, knowing this was probably their last night together.

"Please Donghae, make this night special..."

He knew what she meant right away, and complied with her wish.

Joohyun couldn't sleep no matter how late it was, even in her favourite sleeping environment, that was under a blanket with his arms around her, her small body engulfed by his larger one feeling all of his body warmth on her own, and his slow breaths hitting the back of her neck. But she knew he wasn't asleep either because of how quiet the room was, unlike usual when his soft snores could be heard, one of her favourite things to listen to.

Slowly she shifted and turned around, pulling the blanket up a little to cover her chest, considering they were both naked, and faced him. "Donghae..." her soft call was enough for him to open his eyes, and his hand automatically carassed her face. Every touch, every feeling, every thing about him right now only made her even sadder, and tears soon pooled in her eyes, each wiped off by his thumb.

"Don't cry love. Please don't. It makes me even sadder." he choked, his voice breaking in between. Joohyun tried her best holding it in, and quickly moved closer into his embrace as they hugged each other again.

They enjoyed the quiet atmosphere, needing only each other's presence to live in peace. He sniffed her hair, while she traced her fingers on his arm. If they could they'd stay like this forever, never letting go.

But they had to, especially now when Donghae's phone rang. He sighed and kissed her forehead before reaching over her to the side table, surprised to see the caller. He turned the screen towards Joohyun, who squinted her eyes as surprised as he was, and motioned him to put it on speaker.

"Hey Jinyoung."

"Hyung! Is my sister with you!?!" the young boy asked in a seemingly worried voice.

"Yes, she's here."

"Oh thank God. I was scared when she didn't come back. I thought she... She killed herself."

"She's here Jinyoung don't worry. Remember, you'll never be alone again..."

"I am now..." he cut off Donghae with sudden sobs. "I'm alone again. Mum's gone, now noona's being sent off to some stupid forced marriage. Hyung, why is my father like this... In this case, I'd rather be dead. Right?"

"No you don't. You deserve to live. What if Joohyun needs your comfort? Wouldn't you feel bad for not being there for your own sister? Stay strong kid, you'll get through this."

A whimper was heard in reply, and the call was disconnected, and Joohyun giggled slightly at first, before tears pooled again.

"He loves you so much. Thank you Donghae."

He smiled back at her weakly. He knew how much her brother meant to her. He was ten years younger than her, making him only fifteen. That meant he was only seven when their mother died, and was left under the care of Joohyun. And when Donghae came, sure he was quite protective and jealous at first, but he now looked at him like a father figure, like he did with his sister, since getting any love from his father was far away.

Now hearing the boy's cries broke his heart almost as much as Joohyun did. He still didn't want to believe this was their last night together, and was now full of instant regret why he didn't propose sooner. But would it still have worked back then with her father? He was sure it wouldn't have.

"I'm going to miss you so much Joohyun, I might die from it."

"Donghae..." she cried again, and he pulled her closer cuddling her tight like his life depended on it.

Joohyun stood in front of the mirror hopelessly, in a white dress she had hoped to wear only for Donghae. But here she was, wearing it for some man she had no idea about, other than his face. She felt so terrible, so useless, so cheap, so disgusted, that she couldn't bear to look at herself in the mirror.

Jinyoung couldn't help feel just as bad for his sister, watching her from behind as she looked down, and he could see droplets of water fall on the hem of the long dress. He walked up behind her, and hugged her tight, head in her shoulder.

"Please don't cry noona. Please don't make me sad." he chanted like a child, hugging her tighter and hiding his eyes in her shoulder, trying to prevent his tears from spilling out. Joohyun couldn't help but let out audible cries now, turning around and hugging her brother back, causing him to cry just as much.

"Be a good boy... Promise me. Don't... Don't be like dad."

"I know... I'll be like hyung, Donghae hyung is the best." he said trying to smile.

She couldn't help cry even more at the mention of the name, having been unable to see him the past week after that night. But she knew it was for the best. She pulled out of the hug, and saw tears streaming down his face. She wiped them off and kissed his forehead, making him cry even more.

He loved her hugs, kisses, when she holds his hand, when she cooks for him, when she tutored him. He loved those moments when she came home from her dormitory, and he was the first to jump onto her even before their pet dog. When she introduced Donghae to him, and only him, he did feel jealous of the man for getting as much hugs and kisses as he did back then, but he knew how much she loved him. And he knew he himself was the most important male in her life if she was introducing her boyfriend to only him.

Joohyun now stood at the door with her father, keeping her hands to herself. The elder man noticed, and tugged her arm putting it around his. "I'm so proud of you." he said keeping his head high up, making her scoff. She didn't bother to even spare him a glance, keeping her face down all the time, even when walking to the altar. But she couldn't help feel sick in her stomach, and while the priest went on about the vows, Joohyun threw her bouquet onto the floor and ran off behind the hall to the washroom.

Jinyoung quickly followed behind, not bothered by the women only sign, and stood behind her as she threw up constantly. "Jinyoung... Get my bag... now!" she spoke in between gags, and he ran back out then in with her back pack. Joohyun took it and pushed him out of the toilet, locking it, but the boy didn't leave, standing in front if the door like a body guard. He fumbled his hands together, pacing around, when he received a message.

Hyung

Jinyoung, please take care of your sister and yourself. In about half an hour, I won't be around anymore. There's no point for me. And don't worry, I know my business is small, but I've left it to you. Be good and take good care.

Jinyoung's whole body system simply shut down as he somehow managed to understand what Donghae meant. At that moment the stall door opened, revealing Joohyun in a change of clothes, and a pale expression. He ran to her side, holding her hands tight.

"What's wrong noona? Are y..."

"We need to get out of here." she cut him off. "We need to leave, and find Donghae."

"Why?"

"I'm pregnant!" she exclaimed, and after seconds of processing, Jinyoung grinned a little, before he remembered the message.

"Noona we need to be fast. He's going to kill himself! Let's go!"

They first went into the back room to gather their things, then snuck out of the back into her car, putting their luggage into it. Good thing the wedding was in their own mansion hall, so getting all their belongings wasn't a problem. Jinyoung turned on the tracking in his phone, and found Donghae at the Han River bridge, and Joohyun was quick to start driving.

And it was only then when the people inside realised what was going on. A runaway bride. Jinyoung watched the guests come out of the hall, the groom in front creating a havoc, as they drove out of the land their father owned. She drove fast, but carefully, a smile spreading across her face as she thought of the small life inside her. The same smile now on Jinyoung's face as well. But they weren't there for long as the siblings soon reached the bridge, and recognised the black car from far. Joohyun quickly parked her's behind it, ran out and hugged the figure standing near the railings of the bridge, feeling his body freeze and tense up.

"Joohyun? What are you doing here?" he asked when suddenly engulfed in another hug from the front.

"Hyung please don't do this!"

"Jinyoung? Did you tell her?"

"Yes, but after she asked me to find you."

Confused, Donghae pushed the two off, and stood looking at both of them. "Find me why?" he asked Joohyun, who swiftly pulled something out of her pocket and showed it to him, making sure the test lines were visible. Donghae's eyes widened, shifting between the item and Joohyun's face.

"Seriously?" he asked, and she nodded, suddenly off the ground being spun around in the air. She laughed at his antics, and they pulled each other in for a kiss.

"Bleh." they pulled away and giggled at Jinyoung covering his eyes. "We have to go, remember. Dad's not going to let us off. What do we do?" he asked as Donghae put her down, then smirked mischievously.

"Give me your phone." he said taking Jinyoung's phone, and started to type away.

Dad, we've had enough. I hope you enjoy your burden-less life. You won't be seeing us anymore.

After sending the message, he took out the carrier card, and Joohyun's, then crushed and threw them into the river behind them. He took her car keys, moved all their bags into his car, and left the keys on top. He pulled the two into his car, and drove away to the nearest bank, and made Joohyun withdraw all her money, then break her card. Jinyoung had none, so they moved on to his house, and he sat them down to explain what he'd do next.

"We'll get you two new identities, change your surname, then we'll move."

"Where hyung?"

"Well, I actually moved my business to Sapporo, so we'll move there."

The siblings nodded, and instantly decided on a new surname, taking their mother's, Bae. Donghae took them to the government office, where they registered their new identities.

Bae Joohyun

Bae Jinyoung

Next he took Joohyun to a different floor, and she hugged him when she realised what they were doing. Registering their marriage. Once they finished, with Jinyoung as the witness, they drove back to his house.

Donghae booked quick flights to Sapporo, and by the next week, Jinyoung ran around carrying boxes in his hand, exploring his new house. Who would've thought that Donghae was apparently rich? Even if not to their father's extent, he was still amazed by his new home as he left the boxes and ran around the two story house, front yard, and big back yard that had a swimming pool as well.

Once their new house was finally made homely, Donghae went into his bedroom, smiling as he entered to see Joohyun putting up polaroid pictures of them on the wall. He crept behind her, and engulfed her into a hug, peppering kisses into the crook of her neck. Joohyun laughed feeling ticklish, until he stopped and turned her to him, her arms wrapping around his neck. He pecked her forehead, going down until her lips, then slowly bent down on his knees, his face in level with her tummy. He lifted her shirt, her hands layed on his shoulders, and kissed her tummy in several spots.

"If it wasn't for you," he whispered against her skin, "we would have both been gone by now." he hugged her tummy, leaning an ear against it. Joohyun felt so happy she couldn't contain her tears as her fingers combed through his hair.

Everything would finally be perfect.

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jojikawa · 4 years

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💎 SUMMARY: -♥-♡--^[ Izuku allows himself to be persuaded an manipulated by an attractive female villain using her quirk to cloud his judgement and hide her true nature ]^--♡-♥-

💎PAIRING: Izuku Midoriya/Reader

💎WORD COUNT: 2,416 words 12,951 characters

You were apart of the League of Villains. Just a mere school girl like your friend, Toga. It wasn’t until you joined them when you met her. You guys would get along fine and would have fun annoying Dabi together and you trusted her enough to willingly give her a blood sample so that she could impersonate you if needed.

➢One

Two

Three (soon)

After U.A. getting so much attention from the Sports Festival, Shigarki had ordered you to enroll in the school and be a continuous spy for the League. Toga would assist you during the Licensing Exam.

Getting into the school was easy and smooth. Shigaraki had some underground workers forge recommendations for you and the main group of class 1-A automatically liked you with the exception of Katsuki Bakugo. He just rubbed you the wrong way and no matter what you did to charm him he just couldn’t stand the fact that you’d also associate with Izuku.

Over sometime, it had become obvious that Izuku was with All Might somehow, just like Tomura had described to you. You needed to figure out why exactly. The best way to get things out of him would be to see how well your quirk works on him. Your experiments went something like this:

You waited until Izuku was alone. You noticed that he would run off and speak to All Might. You didn’t hear much but it came to your attention that he did not know how to use his quirk. He often hurt himself and tried to cover it up. It was a sunny spring day and the conditions for stalking the adorable little Izuku was more than perfect.

You watched him train for a bit before revealing yourself. Seeing him so hard at work sparked the ‘Alpha’ in you. You wanted to be the one who could tame this power he harnessed.

“Izuku~” You called out to him. He recognized your voice! The scent of the area changed. It smelled...sweet. Izuku didn’t exactly know you but the scent of you and your presence made him feel comfortable and at ease.

“(l-l/n)-chan!” He replied with a stutter but before he could turn around you snaked your arms around his waist and pulled yourself close to him. The feeling of your breasts against his back enticed him and made him melt on the inside. He was getting contact with the new pretty girl.

“What are you doing out here all by yourself?” You questioned, releasing him from your grasp. He turned around, face red from blushing and more awkward than ever. He was trying to come up with an excuse to throw you off but your stare was so alluring and hypnotic.

"I-I'm just practicing! What are you doing here? I thought I would have more privacy." He muttered, rubbing the nape of his neck and looking off to the left, as he was too shy to maintain eye contact.

"Practicing?" You tilted your head in an adorable way. "For the licensing exam?" You pretended to think for a moment. You knew what he was doing.

Izuku nodded. "Yeah! There's going to be a physical test so I wanted to be ready!" He told you. "Were you trying to find a place to practice too, (l/n)-chan? If you want, I can leave-"

You moved closer to him and silenced him by placing your hands on his chest. "Please, Izuku, call me (y/n). And I was hoping I could do it with you." You chirped with a smile. Your smile made him feel tingly inside. “With me? I thought you’d want to do it with someone else. Maybe with Uraraka or-”

“No, silly. You need to have more faith in yourself. We just met but I can already tell you’re being more than just modest. I saw your performance at the festival. There’s no one else I’d rather train with.”

This made this Izuku ecstatic on this inside. But he couldn’t shake this feeling that he was in danger. He assumed the feeling came from how you interrupting him in his thought and might’ve heard is talk with All Might, but he didn’t want to assume things about you. “Wow, (y/n), that means a lot.” He blushed deepened and he didn’t deny your touch.

You grinned. It was working. Your quirk was nicknamed “Love and Beauty” It’s passive allowed you to get closer to others without trying and it’s main power allowed you to keep someone infatuated with you. Some emotions can cut your power off such as a natural disliking, explaining why Katsuki Bakugo seems to be immune right now. Maybe when he softens up it can work.

“Good”

From that day forward, you gave Izuku extra attention but you would make yourself scarce, allowing him to miss you. He noticed that you called him “Izuku” and not “Deku” or “Midoriya”. It was off-putting at first but he grew to like the sound of his name more and more.

You had realized that you were making a lot of the first moves and felt that maybe you came on a little too strong?

The other students saw the way Deku would act without you. He seemed like he was almost on edge and often zoned out. It was obvious he was developing Separation Anxiety. A side effect of your quirk. You knew that if someone you used it on started acting indifferent then it was working.

Ochaco was the first to figure out what could've been going on. Izuku had a crush on you and you most likely felt the same way if spend so much time with him in private. She disliked that he had been throwing away his social life to master his quirk and then kiss up to you.

She waited until the end of the class talk to him about it.

"Deku!" She spoke cheerfully. "We're all going to the mall again soon. Would you wanna go this time? Aizawa said he would have Principal Nezu beef up security so that we can have a good time!" She explained with her school supplies in hand.

Izuku grimaced and scratched the back of his head. "Oh, hey, Uraraka! I would love to go but I promised (y/n) that we would hang out after school hours." He laughed awkwardly and fiddled with the bandages around his fingers. This made Ochaco frown. "Are you sure, Deku? You haven't really been yourself lately. We don't really hang out anymore."

"I've just been caught up with studying and training. (y/n)'s been a really big help. She always takes care of my injuries so that I'm not always held up at Recovery Girl's office." Izuku smiled his usual smile at the thought of you soothing his wounds. "I understand but-" Ochaco's words were cut off by your appearance.

Without a word, you had snaked your way behind Izuku. Any normal person would have been startled but it was almost like he expected it. "What's taking so long, Izu?" You asked him in a firm but sweet voice with your gaze on the girl in front of you. Your eyes were piercing Ochaco like a sword. "(y/n)! I was just talking to Uraraka. She was inviting us to hang out at the mall today." Izuku replied.

Really, she had invited him, not you but-

"Sorry, we can't do the mall today. Maybe next time. I'll be waiting outside for you, Izu~" you let go of your boy toy and left the room, making sure to let your eyes linger on Ochaco.

She was cute and a good friend but you feared she would figure out your true intent if you hung around her too much. Once you were out of sight, Ochaco continued.

Izuku blushed and laughed nervously. “I-I kinda think she likes me!”

“Deku, can’t you see the way she’s acting. No girl that likes you would keep you away from your friends. Since when was the last time we all hung out together? She’s not good for you.” She lamented.

But her cries fell on deaf ears. Izuku’s system had already been compromised from your quirk. “I’m sorry, Uraraka but it’s all just for the licensing exam.” He reassured her. “I can try talking to (y/n) about hanging out with you guys until then. She's so good at what she does. Whenever I get hurt, she's always there to patch me up. She’s just shy!” He explained.

Ochaco could tell that she may not have gotten through to him but she had to believe in him and she could live with that. It hurt that Izuku was being charmed by another girl. It was so obvious. Izuku inspired her so much and she wanted to be the one and now a sad prang sat in her chest because she had lost a game that she didn’t know she was apart of. You were so beautiful and your energy was so enticing.

“Alright, Izuku. We’ll see you soon. Please don’t keep us waiting too long.” She smiled kindly and left accordingly. “A-Alright!”

When Ochaco passed you on the way out, she didn’t make eye contact, nor did she even breath in your direction. You had picked up on her subtle feelings for Izuku but it was too bad she was in the crossfire.

“H-Hey! Sorry for taking so long.” He ran over to you with his things in hand. Without a word, you gave him your bag of books, which he was happy to carry. “No problem, Izu~”

The two of you began walking. You skipped and twirled around, occasionally glazing and giggling at the green-haired boy.

"So, what type of training are we focusing on today? I think I'm getting better at using small portions of my quirk so that I don't get hurt." He spoke, breaking the silence.

You looked directly at him. A brief silence before he went on. "N-Not that I don't like it when you take care of me. I appreciate you helping out so much."

"Mmm...nope!" you sped up your pace, ushering Izuku to speed up at well. "No? Oh, well, since we're free today, do you...think we can hang out with my friends sometimes? I know Kacchan scares you and it's hard for you to open up but I promise their good people." He cheered, happily. Your facial expression didn't change. You just wore a semi-fake smile.

He was definitely adorable and you didn't want to say no but getting caught up with the other kids could get you into a lot of trouble..

"If you're talking about today, then no. I have something else in mind...like the park." You moved closer look him and linked your arm with his. "I have a small surprise."

Izuku blushed at your closeness and huffed. "Okay then."

Once you got to the park, you found some clean ground under a tree and instructed Izuku to sit your things there.

It was such a beautiful day. The sun was perfect and made your skin look so radiant. The cool spring breeze was refreshing and Izuku couldn't help but bask in your presence. You were truly amazing to him.

So beautiful, understanding, and supportive. You felt so comfortable to be around and he could always smell this pleasant scent while around you.

Maybe this is what love was beginning to feel like.

You sat on the ground. "Come, Izu." You commanded and like the obedient pup he was, he listened.

"I have something important to talk to you about." You took his calloused hands into your soft delicate ones. His friends were going to become a problem soon. Your quirk would wear off if his feelings for you became too complex. You had to seal the deal.

Izuku furrowed his eyebrows. He wanted to feel happy but a nagging feeling on the back of his head didn't want him to. "Is it about-"

You silence him by squeezing his hand lightly and taking a deep breath. "It's not school-related or even exam related. I've spent a lot of time with you since coming to U.A. Before you, I've never had any friends or even someone I liked. I've been casted away and bullied for my looks but you bypass all of that and accept me for who I am." You stopped for a brief moment to locked eyes with him. He used this as a moment to get a word in.

"Of course (y/n)!...You're beautiful! Whoever thinks otherwise doesn't know what they're missing."

He didn't actually mean for that second part to come out. At this point, Izuku was allowing your intoxicating smell to infiltrate his senses. He interlocked his fingers with yours. His scarred skin being so rough in contrast to yours.

"Oh, Izu~" You leaned forward, so close that he could feel the ghost of your lips touching his.

He wanted to kiss you. He wanted to taste your sweet lips so badly.

You let go of his hands and cupped his face.

"You will make an amazing #1 hero. You deserve so mu-" before you could finish your speech, he kissed you.

Izuku just couldn't take it anymore. His hands reluctantly wrapped around your waist. You've used your quirk to charm other guys but you've never let one kiss you.

It felt so real.

He bit at your lip, asking to use tongue and you let him in. The kiss was so gentle and passionate.

When it came to needing air, you finally stopped. The boy back away, huffing and puffing from lack of breath.

Now it was your turn to blush. You placed your hands on you cheeks, as you felt them heating up. "Izu..." You whispered, nervously.

Izuku's eyes widened. "I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to—" He reached out to you but you just turned away slightly.

"I didn't know you were such a good kisser. I can't believe you stole my first kiss!"

"Y-Your first kiss?" He repeated. You giggled madly. "Yes! I took you for a timid one. I thought I was gonna be making all the first moves. You sure did prove me wrong."

"W-Well, I-I don't know what came over me. It just felt...right." He said, honestly. You cocked an eyebrow toward him. "Right? It felt right?"

"Y-Yeah, like...it was supposed to happen."

This was too easy.

"Like fate? So what does that make you and me?" You asked innocently but you already knew the answer.

"I want to be more than just friends! I want to be your boyfriend!"

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frozenprocedural · 3 years

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Elsarik week, day 2!

Here's my submission for day 2! I wanted to create some sort of story behind this artwork I commissioned from @comickergirl.

Acquaintances

“Any success on the song?”

Elsa let out a sigh at Anna's question and rubbed her eyes, the mostly-blank staves of her sheet music seemingly burned into her retinas. She’d been fighting the song for weeks now- while the lyrics had practically written themselves, the tune continued to evade her.

"Nothing so far. I don't understand. I just can't hear a tune. I can't…" Something prickly and hot rose in her throat. Elsa threw the pencil aside and grabbed the paper, crumpling it and tossing it into the waste bin.

Anna stopped her when she reached for the lyric sheet. "Hey, no, leave that Els. It's been hard since Kai had to leave. Give it some time- it'll come to you."

The burning increased in her gut, and Elsa had to turn away. Kai had been with them for well over a decade. Beyond their accompanying pianist, he'd been a dear friend, helping both of them through the difficulties of establishing themselves as singers and songwriters. But with his wife falling ill, and his own age making it difficult to keep up with the job, he'd made the reluctant decision to retire.

And ever since then, Elsa had been stuck. The song lyrics had come easily enough, though she still had yet to choose a title, but nothing she tried seemed to work. Anna had helped, but both of them were quick to realize how much they'd relied on Kai and his inventive playing to create new works.

"I may have some good news. Kai was able to track down the guy he mentored… Hold on, I have his name somewhere…" Anna scrolled through her phone for several seconds, "Ah! Alarik! Alarik Geatland, that's his name. He'd been travelling, but he's interested in trying out."

Elsa shrugged. "It's worth a try, I suppose." She attempted to hide the disinterest in her voice. It wasn't that she was unaware they needed a new pianist, or how hard Anna was trying. But Elsa had always been withdrawn and slow to trust, and fitting new people into her life, even in what might only be a professional capacity, was difficult.

Anna's sad look was all she needed to know she'd been unsuccssful in keeping her tone neutral. Elsa forced herself to smile back, if only a little bit.

"I'm sorry, Anna, I know you're trying hard to make this happen. I'll keep an open mind, alright? When can he meet with us?"

"How does this afternoon sound?"

Too soon, Elsa wanted to say, but she nodded nonetheless.

………………

He was late.

Elsa was surprised to find she felt irritated at Alarik's tardiness, given how little she'd wanted the meeting. Nonetheless, she found herself tapping the edge of the chair and shifting in her seat.

Just as she was about to suggest they leave, the door to the studio burst open, admitting a tall lean man with a head of red curls flopping into his face. He was drenched, and Elsa realized it was pouring outside.

"I am so sorry!" he gasped, pushing his hair aside to reveal a sharp-featured face and bright green eyes. "I got a flat tire a few blocks from here, and had to run the rest of the way. If you are still willing to give me a chance to do so, I would still like to audition."

Anna was already standing, her smile wide. "Alarik, of course we will hear your audition. I'm sorry to hear you had trouble on the way, but you're here now, and that's what matters. I'm Anna, and that's my sister Elsa. Why don't you go ahead and play something for us?"

Elsa nodded, surprised to find herself almost… amused. Alarik's whole face lit up at Anna's words, with a wide grin that made him look boyish and young.

Alarik set aside his soaked jacket and went to the piano, lifting the key cover and sitting down. He closed his eyes, resting his hands on the keys for a moment, then began.

It was an old seafaring tune Elsa recognized from her childhood, simple enough in nature, but somehow, Alarik made it...more. He skillfully wove new harmonies and rhythms to create a masterful rendition that had Elsa tapping her foot and humming along, completely lost in the music. When he came to the last notes, she found herself wishing there was more.

Anna gave her a look, an eyebrow raised in question. Elsa nodded and stood, walking over to Alarik and offering her hand.

"Welcome to our group, Alarik."

Somehow, his smile was even wider than before.

…………

Despite their positive first meeting, it took Elsa time to become accustomed to Alarik's being there. To his credit, he gave her the space she needed, didn't try to engage her beyond what the job entailed. He and Anna got along almost right away, often laughing and joking. Even Kristoff, when he came in, tolerated Alarik's presence, although they spoke less to one another than Elsa spoke to Alarik.

And still, Elsa's song continued to evade her. With the upcoming tour looming, her frustration grew. She desperately wanted to perform it, but with each passing day, she was forced to accept it would not come to be.

It was after one particularly tough day, hot and muggy, with the air conditioning doing little to alleviate the oppressive atmosphere. With multiple failed attempts to gain traction with the tune, Elsa, fighting a growing headache, finally crumpled the paper and hurled it to the side with a growled “I can’t!”. Ignoring Anna’s outstretched hand and Alarik’s concerned look, Elsa found an empty room and entered, pressing her palms to her throbbing head.

She could just hear the murmured conversation between Alarik and Anna, although she couldn’t make out anything distinct. She heard retreating footsteps, then silence.

As she focused on her breathing, eyes closed, she heard a few tentative notes begin. Slow, spread out, the notes being teased out. Silence again, and then a lilting line began to play, a few notes standing out from the repeating pattern. Elsa listened, something hopeful growing in her chest. She stood, returning to the practice room to find her crumpled paper resting on the music shelf. Alarik was bent over the keys, and even without seeing his face, Elsa knew his eyes were closed. His head swayed back and forth, his fingers flying over the keyboard. The song had changed, sped up, the fingers of his left hand rolling over and over, invoking a feeling of running, of freedom.

“That’s it.” Elsa didn’t realize she’d spoken so loudly until Alarik stopped, turning to look at her with wide eyes. She shook her head, instinctively taking a step back. “I’m… I’m sorry, I didn’t mean…”

“No, wait, please.” Alarik held his hand out. “Anna… Anna said you’d been working on this song. I’m sorry if I overstepped, but I wanted to try to see if I could tease something out. If you don’t want me to, I’ll stop.”

Elsa stopped, then stepped up to the piano, resting a hand on the edge. “Could… could you play the beginning again?”

Alarik grinned. “Of course.” He began to play once more, and it was Elsa’s turn to close her eyes, listening to the flow of the tune. With each rolling note, a melody began to form. She hummed it at first, then let the lyrics flow.

Every inch of me is trembling

But not from the cold….

…………….

No matter how many times she performed, Elsa always experienced a rush of nerves before stepping on stage. This time was no different, and she found herself nervously plucking at the fabric of her white dress. It was the final song of the night, after Anna and Kristoff’s duet.

“Hey,” She jumped, then turned to see Alarik. He wore a dark suit over a deep green shirt, his normally messy curls oiled and combed back. “Are you alright?”

“A bit nervous, that’s all.” He nodded.

“For what it’s worth, I know you’ll be fine. You’re amazing at this.” He flushed, looking away, but Elsa found herself smiling.

“So are you.” It was her turn to blush, but before she could say anything more, she heard their names being called, and the stage manager motioned them on. Before they stepped into the light, Alarik took her hand and squeezed it.

Elsa greeted the crowd, as she had done numerous times, and then nodded to Alarik, who was at the piano bench. He nodded back, then began.

The notes all but danced about her, and as she began to sing, Alarik’s playing wove masterfully around her, bolstering her sound without being overpowering, swelling as the bridge and final chorus echoed through the hall. As the final notes echoed throughout the hall, the audience surged to their feet, their applause thunderous. As they stepped back and made one final bow, Elsa glanced sideways at Alarik, surprised to feel a warmth growing within as she watched him, curls flopping in front of his face.

She found herself eager to see what more they would accomplish...together.

#Elsarik week 2021 #Elsarik #Piano AU?#Dunno.#Elsa #Alarik #comickergirl art

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waokevale · 4 years

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Porcelain Face - Chapter 7

Both of the boys came running into the class, saying:

-"WE'RE VERY SORRY LO- MR.BERRY, WE OVERSLEPT-" They both yelled in unison until they noticed what was going on.

They didn't missed the lesson but there was something else that caught their attention.

Mostly Ethan's as Virgil looked down, covering his masked face.

There was a new student in class.

Apparently he was already after the introduction part and didn't look so sure about repeating himself just because someone was late.

-"Well...this is awkward." - The new kid said as Logan sighed and just told the late two to sit down.

The new kid looked rather...Interesting?

But more than that he looked like he belonged with the popular kids which didn't make things any better.

He had black, cropped leather jacket, orange shirt, ripped tight jeans, fingerless gloves and...A pair of sunglasses on his face?

That was a pretty strange look for spring but no one commented on that.

He looked pretty confident and that was usually never a good sign.

When Ethan first introduced himself he was pretty flustered and shy but this new kid though had this weird indescriptible vibe.

It even seemed like he was eyeing Virgil which made the porcelain boy glare at the new kid in suspicion.

As they both sat down the kid was already talking about himself though neither of the two boys really listened.

The part that they actually heard was just:

-"Aaand there's nothing left for ya'll to know about me. Can I finally sit down teach'?

Logan then nodded also clearly not understanding half of the things the boy just said.

After the rest of lesson ended,

All of the students were now all heading out of the class.

Virgil finally looked up as he got out of the class with Ethan.

Now the new guy was pretty sure, as he ignored all the popular kids that wanted to talk to him because of his interesting appearance as he went to the two of the late boys to introduce himself properly.

-"It's nice to see you again Eighty, oh and hi there beanie girl." He said as both of them looked very confused for why did he came to them.

-"Wait...What does this mean, it's nice to see you again?" Virgil asked, clearly not understanding what was going on, same goes to Ethan who grew rather more suspicious of the new kid.

-"Don't you remember me? It's ya girl Remy!" The new kid said pulling up his sunglasses revealing two bright-orangeish eyes.

the cardboard boy stared at him in disbelief.

-"W-wait...Remy?!" He asked now louder, getting excited.

-"Yup! It's really me myself and I!" He exclaimed hugging his apparently old friend.

-"Wait...what???" Ethan asked in very confused now tone.

-"Oh! Sorry there- Uh...What's your name?"

Remy asked awkwardly.

-"Ethan.." The boy replied turning his head from them.

The same look of confusion have had the popular kids.

Including Roman and Remus.

What was actually going on?

Why did this guy came to these losers?

They honestly didn't know....

And were they hugging????

Now it was confusing as fuck.

Then...One kid dared to say it out loud.

-"Yo, new kid! Why are you hanging out with the glass dealer and the freak?"

Little did he knew Remy's reaction as he came closer to the guy who yelled these words.

-"Listen up here you little bitch.

I can hang out with whoever I want and whenever I want.

You can't tell me to do shit unless you want to get punched in the face."

He simply said showing off his eyes as the kid gulped and run away.

-"Whoa....That was.... Pretty awesome." Ethan admitted as Remy proudly stepped back to the other two.

-"Thanks, Rem'. Also why are you here?" Virgil asked.

-"Uhhhh you know....I run away from these losers so called my parents."

Ethan looked rather unimpressed and Virgil just sighed.

-"Are you sure that is the reason?" The porcelain boy questioned.

-"Ummm...Anyways Virgie would you and your friend want some Starbie?" Remy changed the subject.

-"Sure, I guess." The cardboard boy agreed.

-"Fine by me." Ethan said.

After school all three of them went to the nearest Starbucks.

Remy was ready to pay them when both of them denied.

-"No, no, no Rem' I agreed yesterday when Patton, one other guy suggested to pay, so no, I can pay for myself" Virgil denied sternly.

-"Bitch, I INSIST." Remy said, clearly determined just like Patton yesterday.

-"Nope, you are not PAYING for ME." The cardboard boy talked back as there was a short moment of silence between the three, Ethan still confused af.

-"I'm going to buy you stuff anyways." Remy said.

-"REMY!" Virgil yelled, pretty angry now for loosing.

-"Welp....Guess he had won, huh?" Ethan said.

-"Not helping, Eth..." Virgil whined.

-"Oh and Vitligo gurl! What do you want?"

Remy yelled not caring that half of the Starbucks could hear him as the other two other boys signed miserably.

-"Nothing, really...I don't... Drink coffee and I'm not hungry." The porcelain boy yelled back.

-"Oh, come on! Why not?" - Remy asked.

-"It's....Just....I can't say it out loud." Ethan said in a whispering tone to Remy who walked back to them.

-"So what is it? You're allergic? ADHD? You despise coffee or?"

-"I just can't drink coffee..." Then he said why in sign language hoping that the new kid would not understand.

-"I-can't-eat-or-drink-because-I-have-no-guts..."

Then Remy whispered back.

-"Then how do you live?" which clearly meant that he indeed understood the motion sentence.

-"I....I.. It's complicated, ok?" Ethan signed in defeat.

-"Well okay then, Virgie gets the double then."

Remy simply said.

-"NO. YOU CAN'T DO THIS TO ME! PATTON DID THAT YESTERDAY THAT'S NOT FAIR!" Virgil whined dramatically, pretty pissed off as both Remy and Ethan laughed.

-"Besides I'm going to be fat...." He mumbled the last sentence but both of them could hear it anyway.

[He thought Remy bought food as well]

-"Dude...You are literally just thin layer of skin and bones." Remy commented quietly.

-"Virgie? You okay there...?" Ethan said worriedly as the cardboard boy stayed silent before the barista yelled:

-"Remy? Your order is finished!"

Guess it's our stuff, Eighty." Remy said walking back to the counter to pick the drinks.

-"Why does he call you Eighty?" Ethan whispered as Virgil signed.

-"Probably similiar reason for why Patton calls you Dee."

-"Oh.." Ethan said.

-"Alright babes, here's your Spring Frappuchino with chocolate and coconut flakes." passing the pretty large Cup at still pissed off Virgil.

-"And here's your nonexistant coffee because I can't help." Remy said doing the motion of giving the Cup of coffee to Ethan who looked at him tiredly and said:

-"Thanks...."

After some time of talking, Virgil's and Remy's past was brought.

-"Hey Virgie, can we spill some tea of our past to your new babe?" Remy then asked as the cardboard boy slowly nodded.

-"Well then....It all started...."

Virgil changed schools yet again.

Probably the third time now.

He was met with all the new students who like always either looked fascinated or spooked out by masked appearance.

Remy was the one of the fascinated ones.

He clearly wanted to be friends with the mysterious kid.

As Virgil introduced himself to the class and took his sit, Remy already talked to him.

-"Hey there newbie! Wanna be friends?" Remy asked cheerfully, but Virgil though frowned.

-"You probably won't like me anyway...." He said, sadly, but Remy was determined enough.

-"Oh come on! I really do want to be friends with you!

I don't really care about your mask though it is pretty cool actually!" He excalaimed surprising the other kid.

-"R-really?" The cardboard boy said with the look of hope in his "eyes"

-"Yup!"

Then the bell rang as they started to hang out.

They hung out more often and soon enough became best friends.

Virgil was really happy back then as Remy was his protector from the bullies.

Unfortunetly one day it just wasn't enough....

There were five very curious kids... The two stronger ones tackled Remy who desperetly tried to free his grip from them, trying to get to his friend.

Unlucky for the two...It was too late.

They already ripped off his mask from his face revealing four pairs of violet eyes.

The kids imediatelly dropped him, very scared of his appearance as they screamed run away.

Only Remy stayed.

Looking at Virgil who was now sobbing on the ground uncontrollably.

He stood there for a few seconds, until he walked to the other boy and kneeled down, saying:

-"Hey, you okay there buddy?"

The boy with the multiple eyes looked a little up with surprise and disbelief painted on his face.

-"A-aren't you s-scared of m-me? D-don't you want to l-laugh at me o-or r-run away....?"

He asked, still very broken.

-"Nope! You look pretty awesome to me! I think spiders are very cool! Cause...you're a spider, right?"

The boy nodded.

-"Well then... As I promised before, I will protect you, Spidey-boo!" Remy said confidently as Virgil giggled at the nickname.

Remy then stood up and helped the other boy up as well, giving back his mask and holding him protectivly from the other kids just in case.

But of course...Virgil's parents found out that someone has seen his face and they moved out yet again...

He was miserable back then...

Because he thought he had lost the only person that actually cared about him...

Neither Virgil nor Remy mentioned the part when Virgil looked like a spider, because they both knew it was a sensitive topic for the cardboard boy.

Though Ethan....He looked kind of... sad and dissapointed If one could say.

At himself mostly.

Because now he finally realised...

He wasn't able to ever be there for the cardboard boy before, because he was home-schooled and now the only chance of someone liking him was gone..

Remy was apparently pretty close with Virgil anyway.

Remy had already seen his face and gained his trust, something that Ethan probably couldn't do...

Virgil deserved better than a weakling like him anyway...

He should probably just....give up on trying.

-"That's an amazing story guys! I'm not surprised why you missed each other so much!

But I got to go...Um- my moms told me I should be back at 4 PM."

-"But you said they let you-" Virgil was cut off by him again.

-"They changed their mind." he said colder than he intended to as he walked out of the building, not even turning his head back.

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I hope to see them tears...

Lmao Jk.

AND YES I KNOW, THEY WENT TO ANOTHER COFFEE SHOP, CAUSE WHY NOT I LIKE THESE KINDS OF STORIES YA'LL CAN'T STOP ME.

But seriously that's the last time.

Is this a good level of Angst for you all?

And for fucks sake it lagged.

#virgil sanders #sanders sides #logan sanders #thomas sanders #deceit sanders #sanders sides angst #sanders sides fanart #sanders sides fanfiction #sanders sides fic #ts anxiety #ts logic #ts logan #ts remy #remy sanders #ts deceit #sanders sides au

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pink-writer-girl · 4 years

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The Trees that Sleep

Leaves changing color of red and orange, animals forging and reading for the up coming cold winter head as crisp morning sir brushed against the pines of the forest letting needles and leaves hit the terrain below, Autumn had arrived early.

A young woman...with long locks of dark brown hair moved over her pale scarred face as the wind blew. Her distant eyes looked at the branches of the trees above as she and her canine companion made there way through out Woods.

" Fall came early didn't it Bruce" the woman said to dog softly, the German Shepherd perked his head up at mention of his name making the human smile" this time year was always my favorite...." She said catching a leaf that had began to fall down below but just before it could the brunette caught it in her hand, her grip once tightened slowly opened to reveal a bright red leaf with glows if orange.

" sweetheart you and your brother need to careful the ground going to be covered in first soon" a soft make voice of the past played out in her memories infront of her.

images of a young girl no more then 8 years old ran around leaf covered grass" Daddy there just leaves" the little girl said picking up a huge bundle of them and walking over to dump them into a pile with a huge smile excitement" yes! The be the best pile ever"

The older man of brunette hair similar to the little girl blinked a bit looking back and forth" Iris where's Caesar?" He asked but concerned.

the little girl looked around shrugging" I don't-

But she was soon cut off by a ball fur popping out the pile of leaves hooting excitedly, Iris flinched a bit in surprise before she lmage crossed her arms in a pout" Caesar you ruined my pile!" She gestured, the young ape just chuffed in laugher before throwing leaves in the air and knuckling off, the little chased after him.

" guys, guys remember what said about the frost!" Iris's father will said concerned" Will they be fine they're just being kids" a old man with balding hair said with a kind smile.

A pretty indian woman came up behind the man hugging him from behind kissing his cheek" your father's right Will they won't be this little forever" the man Will smiled slightly holding the woman's hand.

soon the tables turned and it was no longer the child chasing the ape but the ape chasing the child, both laughing and squealing in delight until the young white tail knocked the girl to the ground from slipping on frost making them roll on the leaf covered ground" I'm going to have to do the yard work again" Will sighed shaking his head making the his girlfriend laugh.

Adult Iris had small but sad smile in her face as she looked back up at the trees again.

" Iris why trees change color and leaves fall down?" young Caesar signed to his adoptive sister.

the 8 year old blinked at the chimp" well um I'm not really sure why, but Daddy told me one it was like the trees where losing their old hail and going to sleep to spring" the little girl said picking up a leaf looking at it.

the chimp made a O face as he panted lightly" Trees sleep?" He sighed amazed

Iris giggled" yeah everything sleeps, or else they be cranky " the little girl said looking at her leaf again" I like Fall it brings a lot colors" she said giving the leaf to Caesar to hold" my favorite is red" she told him.

Caesar smiled big as he went over to find more leaves wanting to find different colors soon getting his sister to help dragging her by her arm.

Adult Iris smile dropped as soon as she kept go if the leaf letting it slowly hit the ground" let's go Bruce" she told the dog who barked following after his master....those days of innocence where gone....her family was gone...and was replaced with nothing but chaos and nightmares...she couldn't stand being out there anymore thinking of the past that never return to.

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In the ape village The king and queen watched as the apes began to prepare for this coming winter, knowing food soon would be scarce and harder gather once the first frost appeared. Hunting parties took more patrols and apes gathered more fruit and vegetables.

The apes also took precautions with there homes so snow fall wouldn't enter their homes or so they wouldn't freeze. He couldn't help but have road smile on his face as he watched his apes work so progressively...they had come so far since they gained freedom...but his smile dropped thinking about those he had left behind after coming to these woods....those who raised him.

He did think of his human family most days...and during the times of Autumn he thought if his sister the most.

" Caesar, something the matter" his wife Cornelia signed to him with concern in her green orbs.

The king huffed deeply taking her hand lovingly

" Just.... remembering" he signed which made his wife in understanding, she knew about his past...and she knew sometimes he longed for his human family.

Just then a late two young apes cane up and climbed into Caesar hooting excited

" Father! Father! I found a red leaf" the blue eyed one said showing him, Caesar froze a bit at the sight of it...it was like Iris's voice was speaking to him like all those years ago

" It's beautiful son" he said with a smile smile" Father why can't the trees stay this color? Why leaves fall?" He signed in curiosity, Caesar at this sat his son on his lap pointing to a tree" because son the trees are getting ready to go to sleep"

" trees sleep?" Blue eyes signed amazed which made his father nod and his mother smile warmly" Yes son they do"

-End

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Not Just a Monster

Warning: severe Bullying, death, violence, very sad, eating disorder

[ So this Chapter is going to talk about some parts of Min Soo-Nico's past and leading up to what happened. I think you guys deserve some insight. Chapter 18 will return to normal. ]

17: Past Time Revealed

To be honest, the school was a place for kids just to be Terrorized and shrunken down to their little last fuck. I had walked out of the art class gripping my Sketchbook in hand.

I had bowed to my teacher Mrs. Choi before going. Just to be polite most kids weren't here. She smiled and waved me off, it was lunchtime and I had brought my Dosirak ( packed lunch) with me.

I had to stop by my homeroom to put away my sketchbook.

I decided not to eat at the canteen because it was too crowded. Plus I didn't like certain people that were there. So I eat outside it was much prettier not to be eating in.

Sitting down on a bench, I opened my container there was Tofu kimchi, white sticky rice. Taking my chopsticks I began to eat. It wasn't much because my mom has been limiting my portions.

She wants me to be like one of the skinny girls that didn't have to wear a large size skirt. Munching slowly, I heard a group of kids laughing Hysterically behind me.

Maybe they were laughing at something funny. Turning around to see what it was, there was nothing I got confused about? Where was it? But they continued to laugh.

The thing was they were staring at me laughing. But why? Their phones were out too. Like they were taking pictures or videos I didn't know for sure.

Calling to them I asked what was so funny. " what are you guys laughing at?" I yelled, they whispered to one other ignoring me. Soon they ran over to where I was.

" I think if you see this, you'll understand why we are." It was Kim Ji-Mun the new girl with the best visuals in our grade. " have a look." She turned the expensive phone towards me.

And what I saw next made me drop my chopsticks. My eyes were stuck on the screen I couldn't take my eyes off of it. " delete that!!" I begged to get up, trying to fix myself.

" Now why would I do that?" She scoffed, " no way, I think we'll be posting them?" I shook my head. " no you can!" I yelled my body started to shake. It was a picture of my skirt it had been brought up showing my underwear.

Students gathered around, seeing what the commotion was. I gulped, staring at the ground, " please, don't show anyone." I mumbled not able to take the embarrassment. If the others were to see I would the laughing stock of the whole school.

" wow this is embarrassing, fatty I just" she paused, " can't pass up this opportunity." She then took a photo of me either the flash on and posted the two pictures together to show the person with their skirt up was me.

There were some Notification alerts, everywhere, people looked up at their phones and busted out laughing. Show it to each other. My face was red hot, not knowing what to do I took off feeling my Chubby thighs jiggle as I did.

That was the day it all started.

....

I laid down on the ground, in one of the empty classrooms the teachers don't use. I was hugging myself breathing hard, they were all around me my body stiffened my eyes frantically looking up.

" awe, she looks so pitiful poor thing let's give her some food." Ji-Mun announced as the students came over. " this should cheer you up!" She implied as they dumped all of their lunch over me.

" come on eat it fatty!!" they all chanted, but I didn't even touch it. This seemed to make them angry because Ji-Mun came up to me grabbing a first full of my hair pulling my hair yanking my head back. " what did we fucking say?!"

She took some food trying to stuff it in my mouth. But I jerked around preventing her from doing it. I think she was having enough of my Resisting because she Signaled others to come.

I screamed out, wanting help but knowing no one would come it was after school plus someone was outside blocking the door. I was then pulled up by one of the boys, " if she won't do as we say they she needs to get beaten!" Ji-Su walked over to the classroom room closet.

Coming back out with a thick wooden stick. " it didn't have to come to this Soo-Nico, do worry everyone will get a turn." She grinned evilly, rising the stick I closed my dark eyes waiting for the impact.

And it came down hard and fast, sucking in my breath as it made contact with my stomach, tears leaked from my eyes one after the other. I was hit in different places with My skin busted opened, and bloodstains in my clothes.

This wasn't even the worst of it.

....

I Ignored my family when they would ask about the bandages I had put on myself. I couldn't talk about it though. It would just cause more trouble for me.

I've lost a lot of weight since a couple of months ago. My mom was proud thinking I was working on myself to look better but no I wasn't. It's We're I haven't been eating it's gone so far to where I made myself puke up my food if I ate.

But I gained it all back and more, my mother noticed and even made side comments. I knew she was just wanted me to be like the other girls for once and feel good In my skin. But She didn't realize how much it hurt that she didn't see me for who I was.

She did it with good intentions but the outcome well not much.

I was tired and numb. I didn't want to deal with anything or anyone even my family. I stayed in my room not coming out. I went as far as to say I hated them and I wish they weren't here.

I hated everyone from that point.

....

I walked down the hallways of the school, I glared at everyone that looked at me. I had lost so much sleep that the eye-bags under my eyes were so huge and dark it was hard not to miss.

I had gone to my homeroom, sitting in the middle of the class, everyone was staring, I Knew they eventually talk about me they gave me little papers with messages that said.

worlds fattest pig

Let see your underwear again

Must suck to be poor

I would find them in my bag, them sticking out of my locker. Even one was written on the homeroom Board. You can guess which one it was.

Ji-Mun arrived, in-class noticing me she stood in front of the Podium. " as you know if there's a rumor going around that one of you has talked to Soo-Nico?" Everyone that was in the room got quiet.

She must have found out about the new girl that had come, I dumped into her. She was sitting in front of me. One was loud to talk to me.

" I better not catch you because if anyone and I mean anyone who talks to Soo-Nico is dead!" The bitch threatened right before the bell for school starts ringed.

....

I couldn't be myself anymore, all I wanted was to be a decent person but they screwed that up for me. I was fine before all this even I still didn't like my weight I was working on it.

It was late and I was waiting for my bus to take me home. I wore a thick coat because it was cold out, as the wind whipped at my red-fleshed cheeks.

My nose ran a little, I think I was getting sick. But I didn't care, at least if I got sick. I wouldn't have to go to school I think I'll wait here for the next bus that comes to make sure of it.

Taking out my phone I put one earphone in listening to my song Magic shop from BTS. My bias was namjoon, and my bias wreck was Taehyung, Bobbing my head to the music I heard a commotion on the other side of the street.

It was Ji-Mun and her gang, they were standing around someone that was sitting on the ground on their knees. Who was she tormenting now?

Getting up I checked before crossing the road, making my way over. I saw it was the new girl, I could hear her squeaky voice from here. " this will teach you not to talk to Soo-Nico again."

" no please I didn't know!!" She cried, but Ji-Mun just gave her an irritated look. Stepping on her hand I Hearing a crack the girl screamed out in pain as she dug her heel in further.

I couldn't take this anymore watching this girl tormented others just to have control, " why don't you-" before Ji-Mun could finish her sentence I punched her right in the face.

She fell to the ground, holding her bleeding nose, " what the fucking hell!" Her eyes glared recognizing me. " why don't you!" I suggested, knowing what she was going to say to the girl.

The next day my parents found out and told me I had to write an apology letter to Ji-Mun for almost breaking her nose. I was lucky enough they didn't press charges.

But What about the poor girl they were bullying? Did they have to apologize no! That's how the system works.

You get bullied they don't say anything, when they bully others, you try and Stan up from them but all you get in return trouble for doing so. Fuck them fuck everyone!

I told my parents to fuck off.

I didn't want anything to do with them at least that's what I thought.

....

It's been two weeks since the incident and I haven't gone back to school since. I laid on my bed with the lights off. I wasn't feeling good. Soon my mom came to the door knocking on it.

" Please just go away!!" I yelled hitting the door with one of my pillows. " please just come with me to the airport to pick up your brother. He wants to see you." She spoke of Jin-Woo.

I haven't seen him in forever since he aboard in the states. He was the only one that I didn't hate, at the moment. Groaning I got up getting off the bed, as I did I felt faint.

Steadying myself I went on and changed into a new pair of clothing. Opening the door. I was faced with my mom for the first time in a while. She had a worried look on her face yeah right?

" Are you feeling okay? you look, pale honey." But all I responded with was I'm fine. Sitting in the back seat my mom kept glancing at me asking questions.

Trying to start up a conversation, but I stayed quiet. " please god just leave me alone." I mumbled, but my dad heard, "your mother is trying to talk to you, stop being a little brat!"

He was turned in his seat facing me. " you haven't talked to use two weeks, when we get to the airport, you better be on your best behavior!"

Little did I know that would be the end of There's and my world.

Parking the car we got out and headed into the building. The places were crowded, with different types of people mostly Korean but there were some Foreigners.

Waiting nearby the gates, Jin-Woo should be landing anytime now. Sitting down I felt like I was going to throw up, I was sweating like crazy.

My mom noticed but didn't say anything afraid I'll fuss at her. I wondered where a restroom was in this place getting up I was stopped by my dad.

" where do you think you're going?"

I rolled my eyes, but he didn't see because his eyes were too focused on the magazine he was reading. " just to the restroom," finding out he shooed me away.

I had to ask some people where the restroom was. As doing so I passed a man, that was standing in one place, with some cotton balls up his nose. He was Turing his head side to side looking weird.

Getting away I finally found the restroom, standing in the stalls, I began to puke, rubbing my stomach as I did. I was sick I should have stayed home and waited for my brother.

After I was done, I wipe my mouth off with a sheet of toilet paper, I made sure that I was finished. Getting up I went over to the sink Turing it on splashing my face with cold water.

Looking up I was surprised at my reflection, my skin was ghostly pale, my eyes well they had strange veins in them, but I didn't think much of it probably just a symptom of this virus I have.

It wasn't long before I got more symptoms. My body got a cold rush feeling, as shivers went up to my spine. This is probably the flu, shaking my head I went on.

The weird man I noticed before was acting normal, maybe he's on meds? But he saw my eyes wide and hurried over to me. " you have the symptoms to right?!" He asked grabbing my arm shaking it.

"It is starting!!"

I look at him strangely jerking my arm away. " No, what are you talking about?" I backed away leaving the crazy man. Not knowing he was the first Infected.

As I went on it felt like the area was tipping, I staggered a bit trying to steady myself trying not to fall. My brain had that swelling feeling it seemed like I was being dragged into my head.

Not understanding what was happening I felt my body move but I wasn't the one moving it, I felt like I was stuck in my head and couldn't get out.

I then soon heard some gasps as something wet gushed out of my nose, It was blood and a lot of it. I looked into the window of the airport. That was right beside me.

And was horrified at what I saw was my reflection smiling back at me with pitch-black eyes. It waved slowly blood all over its mouth and neck.

Is that what I looked like to people right now? Because if I did I would be scared shitless. " you know you want to!" My reflection spoke to me. Grinning evilly. I felt my body backed away not believing what I was seeing.

What was this?

" what are you?" I breathed out scared. I covered my nose trying not to get blood everywhere. " I'm you but much worse." It giggled. Coming out of the window standing right in front of me.

" This was you're own doing Soo-Nico, 'tsk tsk' I'm not going to be enemy here." That is when I started to feel funny like I was losing my grasp on my mind it began to fade.

Then hearing inhuman sounds I began to dash towards people for no reason. Hearing them scream trying to get away, jumping over stuff pushing each other down.

It was all so quick and fast, that I didn't recognize the people standing before there was an older man, a woman, and a teenage boy. Their faces had a pure shock but I smiled creepily at them.

Then lunged for them.

Waking up my head hurt, slowly getting up, I looked around me seeing blood everywhere. My heart began to beat fast. Why was there so much blood? And why can't I remember a thing?

I almost screamed when I looked down. Not believe who was dead on the ground, I covered my mouth as tears immediately began to fall.

" No... No, God No!!!" I cried getting down on the blood-soaked floor seeing my family lay there lifeless. I grabbed my mom putting her head on my lap. " what I? –What happened? How—" I then remembered my creepy-looking reflection.

It was the last thing I saw before going Berserk. More eyes began to unfolded realizing I'm the one who killed them. And I didn't know why? My body shook not knowing what to do or who to call?

" I didn't mean to! I didn't– I wouldn't!! I'm sorry!" I screamed into my mother's shirt. Beating the floor with my fist, " I'm sorry for being mean to you!!"

I sucked in a couple of breaths, feeling my lips and chin quiver. As I sob from there on out, I had to live with the guilt of the death of my family never forgetting that moment.

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