#he might not remember it 15 minutes later but get him talking about an old memory or something he's an expert on and he could just go on

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I’m just so tired

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3-23-17: 15 year old Jack Hughes is interviewed by Sherry Bassin and Jesse Pollock, starting at 48 minutes

Transcript below cut (includes an earlier snippet with Mike Traikos)

JP: Mike, there's another young player in Toronto that you've had the opportunity to study, and he goes by the name of Jack Hughes. I was wondering if you could give some input on him as a player and what to expect from him in the future. 

SB: Michael wrote an article on him. 

MT: Yeah, it's funny. We're talking about young guys, and here's the next wave of the future. Jack Hughes is still two..? years away from getting drafted in the NHL. I think he's 20, I want to say, I think he's 2019 or 2020 draft eligible. So we're talking about real young. But it's funny, when I was coming up with who might be the next Team North America four years later, I had Jack Hughes on the list, and that's how special of a talent this kid is. He's small. He's basically a Johnny Gaudreau or Mitch Marner. But, man, oh, man, he has skill. Skates very much like Connor does, really nifty kind of like Mitch and Johnny in terms of doesn't get hit a whole lot and just puts up just gobs and gobs of points so, he's a name that I think a lot of people are going to be familiar with and you know what, I think what we're seeing now with Connor I remember talking with Jack about this, was his style of play is really kind of catching on at the younger levels like, you watch Connor and nothing is in half speed it seems like he's got the puck and he's just trying to go go go and it's very rare that you see a player who's able to stick handle and carry the puck with the kind of speed and the amount of pace that Connor plays with. And yet all the young guys are now playing that way. So it's having a real trickle-down effect. And I think if you think the league is fast now, just wait until these young guys come into the league, like we mentioned Jack Hughes. And there's so many others that are kind of watching Connor McDavid play, and they're saying, okay, basically that's the kind of style I want to play. I want to have the puck, and I want to play with pace, and I want to just keep pushing it, pushing it, pushing it. And I kind of shudder to think what the league is going to look like in five years when all these speed-throughs are in the game, and they're just whipping around the ice a million miles an hour. 

SB: Oh, like if you can't skate in a few years from now, you're going to get windburn. You're going to need Nuxema to put on your neck because they go by you. But the real thing about Jack Hughes is, just like we said about Matthews being a special person, like a top character guy, just like we said about Sheifele and McDavid, like, exudes character. It comes out his fingernails. This guy's a high-character kid. I know the environment. I knew his mother before his father met her and stuff and know what they're all about. But I've often said all the time, you know what I mean? When you put character and ability together, you get a superstar like Matthews and McDavid and these guys. 

JP: Sid. 

SB: And that's in the- Sid. 

MT: And just for a little background for anyone who doesn't know, Jack Hughes, obviously his father, was a longtime player development coach at the Leafs. And say what you will about how he developed players, but this guy definitely knows the approach to take with his sons and his eldest son, Quinn, is in the National Development Program. I believe he's committed to Michigan University. 

SB: Yeah, and he's a heck of a player, like a phenomenal player. 

MT: Should be a top 10 pick, no question, in 2018. So, yeah, get used to seeing there, hearing about the Hughes kids. 

SB: And the younger brother. The younger brother, Luke, is, oh, yeah. These guys, he can go around you, the younger brother, Luke, but he'll go over top you, too. And first of all, their mother was a phenomenal athlete, okay, and high-character people. And so the brother that's with the national development program, he's the best defenseman on that team by far and I think, I think he's he's a candidate to be the best player on that team so you know these guys have come up in an environment like you said I tried to hire his dad as a coach one time and uh, because he is a very good teacher and stuff like that so as you pointed out that uh it's going to be coming in the future. This isn't the end of the great players. 

MT: There's an interesting thing about the brother too, Sherry, I'm sorry to cut you off, but Quinn is not a tall fellow by any stretch of the imagination. He might be the Johnny Gaudreau of defensemen where we see Quinn kind of break through in the NHL as a small, skilled defenseman. And I don't think we've really seen that yet. We've seen maybe a couple players here and there, like maybe Ryan Ellis, guys of that nature, but not to the skill level that Quinn Hughes has. So it will be interesting to see where he gets chosen in the NHL and what his path looks like because he could actually end up becoming maybe the first really high-end skilled, really small defenseman. And if he's able to have success in the NHL, I think that opens a lot of doors for a lot of smaller skilled players that maybe are afraid to play defense because it's always thought of as you have to have a bit of size to play the position. 

SB: Well, when I see Ellis playing, who I have a lot of respect for, I remember when he played for the Windsor Spitfires, Quinn Hughes is highly, highly skilled, very unselfish, great vision, just like we're talking about Jack. Okay. So, I mean, it's in the family. It's in the DNA and good upbringing. So we shouldn't be worried about these 10 young guns you're talking about because pretty soon you'll be writing about the next 10 young guns. 

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JP: …Hearing him talk about the Hughes kids just excited me. I don't know about you but it just really made me think, how do you develop talent like this? How do you have three kids who could go on to become potential top 10 NHL draft picks? It's incredible. And our next guest, Sherry, Jack Hughes, is going to be able to tell us a bit about that. 

SB: Great young kid too. Great young kid. 

JP: Alright, we are now pleased to welcome Jack Hughes to the show. Jack, thanks for coming in. 

SB: Jack. 

JH: Hey, Sherry. 

SB: How are you doing, Jack? First of all, I wanted to tell you that we're really excited. Thank you for coming on here. I love interviewing highly talented young people that have high character, and I've known you since you were knee high to a grasshopper. 

JH: Haha.

SB: So I'm excited because I really believe in my heart, I'm not trying to be patronizing. You're the best player available in this whole province or whatever available for the OHL draft. I don't want to demean whoever got player of the year. He must be a heck of a player because I know how good you are, and I know what kind of person you are. So I want to thank you for coming on. 

JH: Yeah, thanks for having me. 

SB: No, no kidding here. So now listen, I'm going to tell something and then I've got to hear from you. Because good players and scoring. Stevie Sullivan came to, played 18 years in the NHL. I've got to tell you this quick story. And he was a free agent, and he wasn't very big. He could skate like you can skate, and he played 18 years. And we had four scrimmages in training camp, and he got 19 points in our training camp at Sault Ste. Marie. So right away, I said to my assistant manager, get him up there and we give him a full scholarship for education and stuff like that. And he was sitting between his parents and I said to him, how many points do you have in these scrimmages? He says, I don't know. I said, you're a liar. Called him a liar right to his face. And he looked at me and the parents had never met me He said I've never known a guy that got a lot of points That didn't know how many points I said how many points you got. He said around 18. I said you're damn right you got 19. Now how many points you got this year?

JH: I think I had around 170.

SB: 170. In how many games?

JH: 75, 80…

SB: 75, 80. How's your math, Minion? How is your math here? 

JP: My math isn't good, but I know that that's pretty impressive. 

SB: That's more than impressive. Now tell me something. First of all, I know your family really well. I know the upbringing. I know what it's all about. And, you know, I think your brother, Quinn, who I know very well too, and I think he's the best, for sure, the best defenseman on the U.S. team, if not the best player. I know your brother, Luke, who I think is going to be one of the best. He might even be better than you two guys when it comes to it. Now tell me about all this. When you're as talented as you are, the high character that you have, the environment that you were brought up in, tell me about this when everybody's saying you're going to be the first pick and you're the best player. How do you deal with it day to day and people talking to you? 

JH: I mean, really, I'm just trying to enjoy it. I mean, it only happens once, right? I only go through the OHL draft once. I'm just trying to enjoy it with my friends, my family. Just taking it lightly, I’m never- I’m not the cock- I'm not being cocky or anything, like shooting my mouth off. Really just like, just trying to have fun with it I guess. And not taking any pressure.

SB: Well good for you. First of all you're never going to be cocky with it. You're humble, and you've stayed at my house and everything, and I know what you are. And I think one of the biggest reasons you're a star and going to be a superstar is because of your character and because of your upbringing. So I'm not surprised, but you've got to be thinking about it, and good that you're having fun because that's what life's about. I used to tell my players all the time, winning is fun. Let's go have some fun. 

JP: Jack, your dad, Jim, was the director of player development for the Toronto Maple Leafs. And I just want to hear from you what role that helped in developing you and your brothers as hockey players and the type of training and the programs that he puts you in as kids because it's quite incredible to see. We mentioned earlier on the show that three brothers could all potentially be top 10 NHL picks one day. It's incredible to think about, and it's no coincidence. 

JH: Yeah, for sure. I mean, like, the mental things he would tell us tell us like, the things he would be telling the 19, 20 year old Maple Leafs prospects he'd be telling the same things to us when we were 10, 11, 12, 13, like just he made us think like a pro I guess and just the way we train we did so methodically like everything we did, hard work. He and my mother taught me so much. Everything I know is from them. The things they did with us, shooting in the basement, taking us to outdoor hockey. They've done so much for us, both mentally and physically. They've made us better people and better players. 

SB: Well, first of all, your mother was a heck of an athlete. Let's not forget that. And I knew your grandparents very well, and your grandmother is still alive, and your grandfather died prematurely from cancer, which just makes me, it hurts just when I talk about it. But I can tell you this, that that kind of an an environment- I tried to hire your dad as a coach one time

JH: Haha

SB: He told me to suck eggs there and so forth and so forth but anyway he did, so I know the family and stuff and tell us about this, when you're so committed like you are, because I always believe motivation is how bad you believe in something times how bad you want to attain it. I know how bad you believe in it. I know how you live it. I know how bad you want to attain it. So what is your typical week during hockey season? How often are you on the ice? 

JH: Yeah, for sure. I mean, I think we practice with practice with the Marlies, we practice three times a week, um some weeks we played once a week some weeks we played four times a week and then like as much as I can I try to get in the gym try to get stronger maybe once or twice a week and maybe do a little bit of extra skills with like groups called like, prep um pro edge power [he means Power Edge Pro] like I think that's McDavid's group. I mean we practice four times a week then spend two games so we're probably on the ice six out of seven days a week and then O mean just the fun aspects of it like when it comes to winter time, I mean me and my friends are always going to the outdoor rink and just playing four hours of shinny whenever we can. I mean, we just, I think we just live it. I mean, I love it. It's not work to me. It's all fun, right? So, I mean, I can never get enough of it. 

SB: Yeah, I mean, the thing about it is you love it by conduct, going to outdoor rinks. I mean, I grew up on outdoor rinks, and I'm a little bit – I'm a couple years older than you. But the thing is this, is that that's just an example, and you couldn't get enough of it. Like you say, you'd be there four hours, and if the ice was still there, you'd have stayed longer. 

JH: Mhm.

SB; That's your feeling for it, and that's why you're this good, and I'm excited to be able to tell people about it.

JP:  Jack you mentioned earlier that your parents really helped you develop into a good hockey player but also a good person and that's something that Sherry emphasizes just as much as anything really the importance of that and uh I think that's really great that you mentioned that. I want to ask you something in regards to the OHL. I know that you applied for exceptional status and ultimately it was denied. So I was wondering if you can talk about that experience and how maybe that will help you going forward or if it sparked anything in you.

JH: Yeah, for sure. I mean, that was such a great experience going through that process like all the interviews meeting people I did. I mean, it just made me mature so much faster I think, and I mean it was just great for me to grow up that fast I think, I know like, it wasn't really publicized or anything like that, but behind the scenes it was really good for me. Um, I think it was a blessing that I didn't get it because I mean it helped me like, it allowed myself to stay at home another year and have one more year of minor midget where I could really excel. So I think, I think that process was really good for me, like meeting the people I did, and just hearing things about the league. And I learned a lot of new things about myself as well, I think. 

SB: Well, Jack, there's no question. I mean, you've seen it. I've known it for years. I mean, what people, when they watch you, never mind your just ability, never mind his skill, Minion. He's a phenomenal team player, phenomenal team player, got great vision. If if you're open you're going to get the puck and and it's sometimes it's frustrating because when you're that- got that much ability that he does, he never shows any negativity on the ice you know, which I really respect in this guy and sometimes when you're that skilled and you give the puck and you're not getting it back, you know what I mean? He never showed any negative emotion. And so this guy's destined for big things, like big, big things. And listen, I can't thank you enough. I mean, you just, you know, just by listening to you, we know the character. We know the environment you're a product of. You know that I love your parents and love your family. But besides that, it's because of the people you are, never mind the fact that you happen to be a good hockey player. So all I know is that big things are destined for you, and I really want to thank you a lot for coming on. 

JH: Yeah, thank you, Sherry. 

SB: Good to talk to you. Keep punching. 

JP: Thanks, Jack. Good luck. 

JH: Thank you, yeah. 

JP: What a mature, young individual, Sherry. 

SB: It's hard to believe that he's only 15 going on 16, isn't it? I have said over and over with you and all the time we've got to visit since you were a little guy, okay, all the time, that the average 16 year old to 19 year old that plays in the OHL or plays in the- is a way more mature than the average 16 year old that you run to in the street because of all the decisions all the things that he had to do I mean think about what he talked about his commitment: four hours on an outdoor rink playing with his buddies. And it wasn't work. It was fun. Going to the gym regularly. Think about being the right kind of person in the environment that he's a product of. His mom and dad, I mean, who I know very, very well. You know, with the direction. And it's frustrating when you're that talented, when you're playing with players that they know they're trying their best, but when you're above their ability, so to speak, and that's not meant with disrespect to the players because they're not all born equal as hockey players, don't all have the same commitment, and you're playing with them and you don't get the puck back or you do certain things and not let it bother you because inside it's got to bother you because you think if I just got this i'm watching a game one time where he goes in tick-tack-toe how's your mama on the defenseman goes right by the guy makes a phenomenal shot scores a goal called back as a guy three zones away got a penalty and so all those 170 some points he talked about weren't one of the points and so, but he never showed that frustration, never showed frustration. Because he didn't get player of the year, whatever it is. And I'm sure this kid is a heck of a player. I'm not trying to demean anyone. But inside, when you got that competitive spirit, and especially- the guy that got it, he's a super superstar then. Because this guy's a superstar. And it was even hard for me to accept because I knew him so well but I don't want to demean the other guy I didn't see him enough and-

JP: And it's a humbling experience, one day he's going to look back at it and maybe he'll say this was the best thing that happened to me as a teenager.

SB: Yeah what you just said when you asked that question about exceptional player. 

[pearlynia]

Flashbacks | words: 850

James finding out about regulus's death

James didn't know how long he's been sitting there staring at the daily prophet.

Regulus Black confirmed dead was written on the front of the page

James couldn't believe it, it can't be. Regulus can't be gone.

Suddenly James is 12 years old again. James is 12 and had just met Regulus and his first thought was "he has beautiful eyes" and he couldn't stop looking at his best friend's little brother.

James is 13 again, when Regulus cursed him cuz he snuck up on him after a Gryffindor Vs Slytherin game.

Slytherin had won and James just wanted to congratulate Regulus, but he apparently approach him a a wrong way. That was probably the second time they met and James thinks his eyes are still, very very beautiful.

James is 14 again when he can't stop himself from looking for the younger Black in the Great hall every time. And found out later on that he might have a tiny crush on the younger Black brother. Well shit.

James is 15 again when he decided to befriend baby Black, he knows it's a bad idea okay? Sirius would muder him when he finds out. But it couldn't help it! Regulus bloody Black was just so distracting and they're not even in the same class!

James is 15 and Regulus just kissed him, and oh it felt like time had stopped, everything had stopped and it's only the two of them. It felt like everything.

James is 16 again and he realized he's very much and very deeply, in love with Regulus Black. He always kinda knew he loves Regulus, but never really thought about it. But now, Merlin, he's very much gone for this boy.

Him and Regulus were on the quidditch pitch, Regulus was telling him about stars and how beautiful they are, but all James could think about is the boy next to him. Regulus looked beautiful under the moonlight, and yes, yes James was no doubt in love with him.

James was 16 when they spent their Christmas together in the come and go room, Regulus had given him a ring, a ring with the sun on it and beside the sun is a small star. James loved it and cried, Regulus had chuckled and called him and idiot.

James was 16 when they danced in the snow, no one was there to bother them, it was just the two of them. They danced in the snow like nothing else exist, just two boys in love, giggling and holding each other.

James was 17 again and he asked Regulus to come home with him, he asked Regulus to leave his house and come with him. Regulus had disagree and told him he can't. They had fought that night, they rarely fought. Maybe James shouldn't have pushed it too far, he'll apologize the next time they meet.

James was 17 when the war got really really bad, and he's worried about regulus, be knows what kind of people his family is. James is worried they'll hurt Regulus and make him join the war. But James will get him out, James got Sirius out so why can't Regulus.

James was 17 again on the floor of the come and go room, Regulus had joined the deatheaters, Regulus had chose them over him, but James knew better, James knew they must've forced him in a way to make him join.

James had begged Regulus not to leave, he had told him they'd figure it out, James had begged him to not leave him. But Regulus had left.

On that day, the sun lost his color, the sun shine less and less.

After that day, James Potter was never truly happy again.

Now staring at the daily prophet, James doesn't believe it, Regulus can't be gone, the same boy who laughed at James for acting like an idiot.

The same boy who talked about stars with such interest. The same boy who'd whisper "I love you" at nights. The same boy who gave him a beautiful ring, James still has it

James would do anything to hear one more laugh form Regulus, he'd do anything to hear one more "i love you", he'd do anything to spend even a minute with Regulus.

Days passed since Regulus's death, maybe weeks, maybe months, James didn't know, he's been on autopilot since then. Maybe he cried, maybe he screamed. He doesn't remember. All he knows is he's missing something, he felt nothing at all, like a part of him had died. Oh but it had.

The war was getting worse, James didn't know what would happen to them, but one thing James knew is that his heart would never beat for anyone again.

Regulus Black had James Potter's heart and never gave it back, he took it in the grave with him.

[sugalaritae]

the safety zone (jhs) 1/?

summary: it's been exactly 15 years since you saw jung hoseok, your brother's high school best friend and the one who's virginity you took; you don't expect to have anything in common with him least of all a list of things like: living in the same city, enjoying sex (some might say a little too much... judgemental bastards), music, and fashion (amongst so many other things). you definitely don't expect a friendship to bloom or how complicated that friendship could be.

pairing: jung hoseok x f! reader (with background jeon jungkook x the same reader)

genre: the big three: (eventual) smut, fluff, and angst

au: brothers best friend, friends to lovers, based off the movie sleeping with other people, aged up characters (everyone is in their thirties)

rating: 18+

word count: 2.6k

warnings: another fic taking place in canada (this time ontario...which sort of needs a warning), slight mention of anxiety about returning to the town you grew up in, also anxiety over driving, talk of virginity (it's a social construct and absolutely stupid!!), drinking, legal drug use (marijuana), high school reunions (*shudders*), discussion of teenage sex, indigo namjoon and this fucking devastating hoseok

author’s note: oh look griddle has decided to start another drabble series!! this time for our dear jung hoseok because fucking hell i miss him already. i watched sleeping with other people today and i have been wanting to write a hoseok romance (heat waves pt2 is coming don't worry), so this idea slid into my head and then i decided to make it a drabble series and here we are. some of the chapters might just be texting or phone calls, some of it might actually be things that happen, some of them will just be smut (mostly hoseok fucking randos and reader fucking jungkook) i'm sorry for whatever this is. i hope you enjoy it just as much as i do. this is only LIGHTLY edited bc ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

The road ahead of you is full of small hills. You’re fine with driving up and down them now but you remember what it was like to learn how to drive on these roads; the forest around you on either side, the long road down and then the seemingly longer road upward. It’s surprising how now, even years later, you can feel the slight bubble of anxiety in your chest. You can hear your brother’s voice from the backseat tell you that you’re being stupid for being anxious.

”Nothing is going to happen.”

”You do not know that!”

Still, you check the breaks as you’re going down the first hill and they’re working. So you take a breath and you remind yourself that you’re going to be okay.

You know the anxiety is also there because you’re returning home. For a stupid high school reunion, you can’t really believe that you let Namjoon talk you into this. Fifteen years is actually a stupid number that makes you feel old but still, you’re driving the three hours and you’re going to this stupid thing for at least an hour even if you don’t want to and even if you think it’s the dumbest fucking thing to do on a Saturday night.

Instead of concentrating on the anxiety you concentrate on the road ahead of you and the view that you have from the top of each hill. Slowly the town you grew up in begins to appear closer and closer.

You haven’t missed the town itself but you’ve missed the view.

Your phone beeps and for a brief moment you look down at it hoping that you’ll see a certain name flash across it but it’s only your Namjoon’s name. First a text and then the worst picture of him filling your screen. You press the green button on your car’s console.

“Hey.”

“How far out are you?” he asks.

“Like twenty minutes, why? You said the thing wasn’t starting until seven.”

“It’s not but there’s a few of us that are getting together for supper beforehand and I thought maybe, since you’ve been driving you would be hungry.”

This is your brother, kind and considerate while also being an incredible pain in the ass for dragging you to a place that you swore you would never go back to.

“Who is a few of us? Because I’m not super interested in eating with a bunch of guys that all thought playing on the high school soccer team was the best years of their lives like a fucking Bruce Springsteen song.”

“Springsteen never wrote about soccer players only baseball players.”

You groan, “whatever.”

“It’s a few from the team but I thought you’d want to come because Hobi will be there.”

Hobi. Hoseok Jung, the man who’s virginity you took (who also took yours but that’s irrelevant) the night of your prom night. The man who you left still sleeping in the hotel room he had paid for before you flew across the country to study art history. The man who you haven’t spoken to since that night.

Even though, sometimes, you still masturbate to the thought of him. Fifteen years later.

“Hello?? You still there.”

Your brother does not know that there was ever a you and Hobi and you hope that he never will. He’s not protective, just one of those things that you would rather keep to yourself because Namjoon has never really been great at not involving himself in your life (that goes two ways but again, not relevant).

“Yeah, sorry. I guess I’ll come. However, I want it on record that I’m still pissed off you convinced me to come to this thing.”

You hear him clear his throat as he puts on what you like to refer to as his professional voice, “Noted.”

“Thank you. Can I at least shower and change before I meet up with you guys?”

“Umma has your room ready and waiting.”

You sigh, “that’s the only good thing about this whole weekend, Umma and Appa.”

You miss dinner with Namjoon and his friends mostly because you don’t want to visit a restaurant that had been your regular hangout spot when you were a teenager, and you missed your father’s cooking; but now you regret it because instead of being in one of Namjoon’s friend’s car you are in being driven by your father to the school that you had sworn you would never return to. The whole situation makes you feel like a teen again. Well, except that you are dressed better than you had ever imagined you would be at 34.

“Have fun tonight. If you and Joon need a ride home because you’ve had too much to drink don’t be scared to wake Umma and I,” your father said with a smile on his face.

The whole situation is surreal and you laugh a little, nodding.

“Appa, if that happens then we’re going to walk home. I’m not going to wake you and umma up especially after she just said that you haven’t been sleeping well.”

Your father shakes his head and brushes the air with his hand.

“Don’t listen to her.”

“Appa!”

He gives you a smile that he shares with Joon as he returns his hand to the steering wheel and nods.

“Have fun,” your father says with a softness in his eyes that make you feel guilty for not coming home to visit more. They’re good people, your parents, and you are the daughter who can’t return home because she’s too busy.

“Thank you, Appa.” you say as you grip the car’s doorhandle.

You open the door and step out into the night air. Walking a few steps before you fix your blazer and wonder if maybe you should have worn a dress instead of a suit. Looking down at your heels you remind yourself that you look like the badass bitch that you are and whisper the mantra that your therapist had told you to say.

“I can do this, I am capable and I can do this,” you whisper feeling just a little ridiculous.

“You can do this,” a deep voice says behind you.

You turn around with a smirk already playing on your face knowing just who will be standing behind you. Sure enough, Hoseok Jung stands in front of you, one hand in his trouser pocket while the other one holds a joint and you watch as he brings it to his lips and takes a long toke.

“At least I don’t need drugs to calm me down,” you say and you watch as he meets your smirk with one of his own.

“You sure?” he asks with an arched brow and then holds out the joint and chuckles as you take it carefully.

You take a smaller toke at first but then follow up with another slightly longer one before slowly blowing it out. You’re not entirely sure if you should be concerned you don’t cough because that only means that your lungs are used to it and you don’t really want that.

“How you been?” he asks as you hand back the joint.

“Oh you know… busy.” It’s such a lame answer but it’s all you have. “You?”

He nods in response, then slowly rips off the lit end of the joint and closes off the end before tucking it into his blazer pocket.

“You look good. We missed you at the restaurant,” he says as his gaze lazily drifts over your body an action that makes you feel just that except it italics — good.

“Your shirt is ugly,” you say playfully because you do think it is actually a little hideous even though he’s pulling it off in a way that makes you just a little furious.

He chuckles and shakes his head, “it isn’t though. You like it.”

There’s a buzz already between the two of you and you know that it’s not just the weed. It’s a feeling that has been waiting for fifteen years. It’s mature now, a little more subdued, but still makes you feel excited at the possibilities.

“Come on, let’s go inside. Joon is waiting for us.”

You feel the pressure of his hand on your lower back and you step away from it as you slap at his arm.

“Okay Jung, I think I need a few drinks in me before you get to do that.”

He chuckles again and you’re suddenly aware that it’s not the laugh you remember him having, this one is deeper like it’s coming from his chest instead of his head where the higher, excited laughter you remember came from. You know it’s still there and you hope you get to hear it again. You always liked that laugh of his; it made you feel bright from the inside out like he was pulling happiness through the anxiety and settling all of your teenage hormones.

Hoseok and Namjoon met when all three of you were sixteen years old. Hoseok, a transfer from Vancouver, had joined the soccer team and become instant friends with your twin brother and his soccer buddies. You had hated them a little because they were loud and always kicked you out of the living room to watch bad movies teen-boy movies. Except you got to know them because Namjoon was your other half and you tended to meld your friend groups together.

You hadn’t really noticed Hoseok until the night of your prom, in the school gymnasium, and suddenly it was like you both became aware of the other at the same time. Your eyes locked on the dance floor and half an hour later you were pulled into the darkened hallway and being pushed against a locker as his mouth found yours. You had to pretend that nothing had happened as you all packed into the limousine and while everyone was getting progressively more drunk in one hotel room, Hoseok fumbled with your dress in another.

It should have been more awkward than it was. He was gentle and checked in with you and used his hands more than you thought he would.

“You know Hobi is moving to Toronto next month,” Namjoon says as the three of you walk in the general direction of your parent’s house.

Your system is still processing the mixture of alcohol with the weed even though it’s been three hours and you do not like the feeling that ricochets around your head with each step. Also your feet hurt. Heels are the devil’s creation.

You’re happy to be out in the fresh air though. Everything about the reunion was horrible, even though you only spent time at the table with your old friends, there were people there that you had never wanted to see again let alone make small talk with. You didn’t care how many children they had or how they had married their high school sweetheart.

“Oh? Really?” you ask turning to look at Hobi who is standing between you and your brother.

“Yeah,” he says with a wide grin, his gaze drifting just a little to your lips before he meets your gaze again. “I got a job there and I’m excited I think it will be a nice change from out west.”

You bump his shoulder with yours. “Congratulations. You’re going to have to take my number then because you need to know at least more than Yoongi, and Joon isn’t moving back for another two months.”

“I have other friends there,” Hoseok chuckles.

“No one as cool as me though,” you respond with another shoulder bump.

There’s a comfortable silence that settles over the three of you for a moment before Namjoon perks up and imitates Jessica Brookwood (one of the many annoying blonde girls you had gone to school with, who, at the reunion seemed just a bit too excited to have everyone together again) as he shouts, “OH MY GOD! The four of us all together in Toronto?! It will be just like high school!!”

The three of you burst into laughter and there it is — the laugh that lights you up. You grin wide as you watch Hoseok pause and bend backward as he laughs and gripping Joon’s elbow.

You’re surprised to realize that you missed him.

Your head has finally synced back up with the rest of your body by the time you change out of your suit and into your pajamas. You need water though and so you wander down into the kitchen only to find Hoseok also doing the same thing, except he’s only in boxers and a plain white t-shirt. Namjoon had insisted he stay at your family house instead of at the hotel because he had walked you home and the hotel was five blocks away. Hoseok had agreed but you hadn’t expected to have a run-in with him.

“Hey,” you whisper as you open up the cupboard and grab a glass out from it. “Couldn’t sleep?”

He shakes his head, “cotton mouth.”

He hands you the glass he just filled from the brita jug.

“I haven’t drunk from it, promise.”

“Thanks.”

You settle against the counter as you take a sip and watch him.

“I mean it,” you start as you tap your fingers gently against the glass. “We need to get together. I know some pretty great places to eat.”

He smiles and nods as he puts the water jug back into the fridge.

“I would really like that,” he says softly as he moves to stand in front of you and holds out his glass to you. “To reconnecting.”

“To reconnecting,” you say as you tap your glass gently to his.

That familiar buzz slips between you and up your legs. You know that you could kiss him here, that he could press you against the counter and lift you up onto it so you could wrap your legs around his waist and pull him closer. You think about how he could slip his fingers into your cotton pajama pants and make you wet; and for a moment you think it might happen until your phone buzzes on the counter beside you breaking the eye contact you shared.

“Goodnight,” he whispers and gives you a nod before he slips out of the kitchen and down toward Joon’s room.

You take a deep breath to centre yourself before you look beside you and grab your phone. This time, the name you had hoped to appear on your screen all night is there.

Jungkook Jeon: Miss you. Can I see you?

Your palms are suddenly sweaty and you take a deep breath trying to calm down the excitement that he’s texted you for the first time instead of the other way around. You hated that you had followed your friend’s advice and had waited for him to text you before you texted him.

You: I’m out of town.

Jungkook Jeon: When are you back, baby? I miss your taste. I fucking miss you under me

You look around the room and listen for any movement that might surprise you, but the house around you is silent.

You: Tomorrow evening.

Jungkook Jeon: Can I see you? Fuck baby! It’s been too long and I need you

You let the mixture of self-loathing and desire you’ve long made friends with back into your chest as you type out your response.

You: I’ve missed you so much Kook. I need you more than you realize.

Jungkook Jeon: Good. Come back to my place before anywhere else

You: Ok!

Jungkook Jeon: Goodnight, baby. I’ll be thinking of you before I fall asleep

You: Tell me what you’re thinking.

©sugalaritae. Do NOT repost, edit, or translate any of my work. I only post on ao3 and tumblr

[ganbaremidori]

cosmic feelings [iii] h.s

synopsis: after harry fell even deeper for the waitress he’s met only twice, he’s determined to get to know her better at another event, but something happens that changes both of their nights. [also might be shitty i havent rlly written for a while so sorry]

warnings: just a description of assault. 

all this time, because this pretty, pretty waitress has been on his mind, harry had completely forgotten how boring these events were. god, he hopes whichever new up and coming business man there was, they’d never have to suffer through these fancy galas - unless of course, they fell in love with a waitress that works for one. then, harry thinks, then tolerating this ache would be justifiable. but when a particularly large group of men, all dressed in ridiculously expensive suits, walked past; all chuckling and no doubt talking crudely about the scarcely dressed women there - he was reminded of where he was, and how little he had spoken to his girl through the night. 

but he’s not complaining. my god, he’d never complain about this opportunity when less than two days ago, he thought he’d never see her again. but now, there she was, dressed in her waitress costume, buzzing around with trays serving everyone. 

his eyes constantly followed her figure around like a hawk, and at one point he worried that she’d notice him staring at her like a creep. so then he’d break his one-sided eye contact and take a sip of his drink. but less than 5 second later, he’d find himself searching for her again. oh how badly he wanted to scoop her up and tell her how he felt and never let her go. how badly he wanted to give her everything he has to offer, in the hopes that she’d let him stay by her side. 

he saw her disappear behind the bar for the nth time that night, and sighed. looks like he’s gonna have to wait for her to come back again. and then he decides: the next time she comes close to his table, he’s gonna make up some bullshit excuse to talk to her again. hell, he’d even stay in this stupid event until it ends so that he gets to properly introduce himself. except the opportunity never comes. usually from his observation his pretty little waitress would disappear behind the bar at most for 5 minutes, before she’d burst through the doors balancing new trays. but it’s been almost 15 minutes and she hasn’t come out. 

harry frowns. why hasn’t she come out yet? 

sighing and getting up, harry dusted off the invisible dust from his pristine trousers before deciding to go to the bathroom. instead of sulking like an old grump or being around these gaudy idiots, it’s better to spend time inside a bathroom until he comes out and finds y/n again. 

ah, y/n. such a pretty name. stunning, just like her. 

with a small smile at the thought of her, harry heads towards the bathroom. he’s near the mens when he first hears it. it sounds like a plea, a whine and then a lower, rougher voice saying ‘shut up’. he rolls his eyes. just another couple fighting in the hallways. but when he hears ‘please, please stop; i don’t want this’, he knows someone’s in trouble. and no matter how much of an asshole he is as a boss, he isn’t a terrible person - so like any other decent human being, he rushes to the source of the voices. 

he’s nearly brought to his knees with what he sees. his lovely y/n, pinned against the wall, with a balding man with a beer belly pressed against her body tightly - hands roaming, his face buried in her neck. y/ns sobbing and his hands drop lower, and harry hasn’t known a fury this hot. his anger burns through his body - tears it apart, and he doesn’t remember having any control over himself when he pulls the bastard away from the warmth of his heart and punches him in the face, his rings making a sickening but sweet crunch when it meets his nose. 

when the man falls to the floor clutching his nose, harry raises his foot up, and slams it down against the mans face - the glare of his expensive shoe against the shining of the mans wedding ring. harry thinks he’s gonna be sick; he’s absolutely disgusted. from the mans ruffled suit pocket, harrys eyes meet his card. works under the owner of the gala, some sort of a high end manager or summat. 

“you’re pathetic, honestly, y’know? forcing yourself onto women ‘cause you don’t get laid.” harry spits, pressing his shoe down harder. and then he crouches a little closer to the mans bloody face. “i’m gonna make sure you’re fucking jobless and out on the streets by this monday.”

harry’s about to raise his foot to hurt the man again when fingers wrap themselves around his biceps, and a soft voice calls, wet with tears:

“p- please, stop.” 

in an instant, harry backs away. and then he’s turning around and cursing himself for forgetting that his loves there in the heat of his anger. 

“are you okay? did he hurt you anywhere?” harry asks, forcing himself to keep his hands to himself. it’d probably freak the poor girl out even more if hes all over her. 

y/n shakes her head. “no, i’m fine. you got here before he could do anything, really. but thank you, so much. you saved me today.” 

with a gentle smile, harry shakes his head, his hickorey curls dancing atop. “men like him are disgusting and i’m so sorry you had to experience that. i know the owner of this place and i’m gonna make sure he never finds a job again.” 

y/n passes him a small smile. “thank you. but please don’t tell my boss about this. he’s gonna get really mad at me. and i cant afford that.” 

harry frowns. “if thats what you want. i wont take a name, but i dont really have to since i can have him fired anyways.”

with that, harry leads his love out of the hallway with a hand at the small of her back, with a growing satisfaction inside his chest - at being her savior. 

[weak4skz]

Han Jisung x Reader

Genre: friends to lovers, fluff, angst, idol au

Summary: Han and y/n have been friends since before they remember. But what happens if their friendship is severed by an unfortunate situation and Han goes off to be an idol while y/n is in college. When they connect through a mutual friend, what happens then?

CHAPTER WARNINGS: self harm, suicide attempt, eating disorder, body dysmorphia, reader isn’t in the right mind, body insecurities, just a lot of feelings, insecurities in general, self consciousness (tell me if I missed anything)

NOT PROOF READ!!!

A/N: chapter 2 is finally up!! If you couldn't tell, my life has been kind of a mess lately and I've been really busy with school as well as personal matters. But thank you for sticking around and being patient <3

COMMENT TO BE ADDED TO MY TAGLIST FOR THIS SERIES!!!

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Going home my mind was working overtime but at the same time not working at all. My body went into auto-pilot while I was absolutely mentally wrecked. My biggest priority was to drive home without dying or having a mental breakdown; so I focused for the 15 minute drive home. As soon as I was safe inside my house I allowed myself to go numb. To have millions of thoughts but at the same time have no thoughts. It was a coping mechanism I developed over the years. 

I found out I could get into this little headspace after Jisung caught me cutting myself. Since I didn’t want to be caught doing something so embarrassing; I had to find another way to cope.

And to think I thought my night couldn’t POSSIBLY get worse 

I know I told myself I had gotten past this; but I really needed to feel something. So I went to the bathroom and picked up my blade and started cutting.

 It’s not enough

The pain wasn’t painful enough to fix my broken self so I cut deeper than I knew I should.

 Ah… sweet relief 

While relishing in the floaty feeling, I hear a quiet ping come from my phone. I pick it up, reading the text on my screen.

Hey y/n. I wanted to tell you that I passed that audition that I told you about and got accepted to become a trainee at JYP Entertainment. The only thing is that I have to leave tomorrow; but I promise I’ll keep in touch. Don’t die while I’m gone lol

Hannie

I let out a humorless laugh before making one more cut on my left thigh; it was so deep it gushed out blood. I didn’t really mind though; I needed the pain, maybe even liked it. Or I at least preferred it over everything that had happened in the past couple hours. The bathroom started to blur and I started to see stars; I decided to close my eyes and let the darkness take over.

SIX YEARS LATER

I walk into the cozy coffee spot trying to spot my friend. When I do; I rush over and give him a tight hug while he gently sways the both of us back and forth gently. He hugs me so tight I pull back from a lack of air.

Now, one might think that our greeting is a little much for not seeing each other for two days; but there is nothing dramatic enough for the man who saved my life

“Hey Y/n”

“Hey Chan” I say back breathlessly.

Chan, the 5’7 father of seven who is the reason I’m still here today FOUR YEARS AGO

After receiving the news of my mom’s death; I was devastated. She was at the hospital more than she was home; but when she was home we had so much fun. I could remember nights when we would stay up until 4 am surrounded by our favorite snacks. We would talk about anything and everything: me, her, the new episode of our favorite drama, Jisung.

Jisung

He hasn’t contacted me since the night of that party two years ago. I kept my old phone and number, even when I got a new one, just in case he called. I even pay the ridiculous rent for my childhood home just in case he came by. But maybe he just forgot about me; I mean, I am pretty forgettable. Not much special about me when he is a musical genius. 

I look out onto the bridge I’m on; the city looks so pretty from up here. Then, I look down at the water and the reflection of the city on it. Honestly, I would rather be in that city than the one up here. So I walk a little closer to the edge; not to jump, just to look. Or at least that’s what I tell myself. When I get to the edge and lean over it a little, reaching for the city in the water; I feel arms pulling me back. I immediately tense in the man’s arms, trying to figure out what type of person he could be. I lower it down to three options

A pedophile

A man that thought I was gonna jump and is trying to save my life

A drunk guy

‘Hey’ the man says in a gentle voice. “You’re a little close to the edge; why don't we back up a bit, yeah?” the voice says, gently pulling me back to a safe distance from the edge of the bridge. While still in the mystery man’s arms, I begin to analyze him. He’s strong, definitely stronger than me, so I can’t fight him. He also seemed to have the accent of a native English speaker. Before I could finish my detailed analysis the mystery man turned me around. 

“Hi,” he starts. “I’m Chan, Bang Chan. And you are?” he asks, looking at me with expecting eyes. “Y/n,” I responded in a quiet voice. 

“You looked like you could use some company. Why don’t we walk around and talk for a bit, hm? We can grab some food if you’d like.” 

“Oh, I’m not that hungry” 

That is the dumbest lie I have ever told

The truth is I am hungry. I have had nothing but a protein shake every other day. I skipped at least two days a week for the times I would go get food with friends or go eat with my mom at the hospital. But, I couldn't stop now. I've finally started to look normal, maybe even pretty. 

“Y/n, when’s the last time you ate, and I mean a full meal.”

Y/n, are you really about to spill all of your emotional trauma to some random stranger you just met?

Yes, yes I am

“About a month ago” his eyes automatically widened. “Yeah I have an eating disorder that I developed from body dysmorphia,” now Chan is looking at me like I’m crazy. Which, at the moment, I probably am. “Yeah I know. My mom died last week.” now even I know I’ve gone insane. 

“I wanted to jump” this time, I’m a little quieter; the fact I wanted to end my life a little harder to admit. “I’ve been cutting for years but after she died, cutting wasn’t enough” 

That was when I realized I was crying. It 's the first time I had cried since I was at my mom’s deathbed. Not while I drove home; not while I was cutting myself on the bathroom floor, not even at the funeral. 

I expected Chan to walk away. To consider me another depressed college student and to move with his life. But instead; I feel his arms wrap around me and his hands stand to gently move up and down my back. In my estranged state, I’m confused as to why the man I just met is comforting me. What’s even more confusing is how loved and cherished I feel in his arms. So, as any normal person would do, I cry my heart out into the man’s arms. 

After my loud sobs turn into quiet sniffles, Chan pulls me back and looks at my face.

“No offense, but you look like a mess”

“You look worse,” I sniffled.

Now that I got a good look at him, he looked a mess. His hair was  in messy, tangled curls, he had really dark bags under his eyes, and he was wearing different shoes.

“We both look like shit. But why don’t we fix our shit together, yeah?’

“Sure, why not”

BACK TO PRESENT TIME

“Ok, hear me out,” Chan starts. “What would you think of meeting the kids and becoming our manager for our upcoming comeback?”

“Let me get this straight. You want me, a broke girl straight out of college with no experience; to manage you and your friends' world-wide popular band?”

“Yes?” he says, but it sounds more like a question. 

“I haven’t even met them yet. First let me meet your so-called kids then we can talk about me becoming one of your managers,” I negotiated. Chan talks very highly of his kids; but again he couldn’t say a bad thing about anyone. 

“Ok great! How about right now?” he asked with a smile. 

“WHAT?” Chan grimaced at my loudness. “Bang Chan I am not dressed to meet a bunch of world-famous kpop idols!” Truthfully, I wasn’t dressed that bad. I was wearing a white tank-top, maybe a little too tight for a girl like me to be wearing; under a dark blue zip-up with some black, wide leg cargo pants. 

“You look fine,” he said a little more seriously. “They are at my apartment, we don’t  have to go if you don’t want to.”

“No, I'll go. I’ve been wanting to meet them for a while, this is just a little more sudden than what I had imagined.” are the words I force out of my mouth. “Yea sorry about that. I just knew if I didn’t ask you to come over today you would put it off for weeks,” he responded with a small smile.

This man knows me too well

He knows how I panic when meeting new people. How I get anxious about everything from what I say to how dirty my shoes are. He knows that I worry myself into panic attacks when it comes to first impressions

I let out a choked laugh, as if I were trying to laugh at a lame joke.

Except I am the joke

I tell him I’ll go, even if I kind of don’t want to. Don’t get me wrong, I do want to meet everyone; it’s just they seem so perfect. They just had to look good in everything: serious pictures, funny pictures, music videos, interviews, you name it. 

Slightly against my own will; I begin to get up, expecting us to leave.

“Y/n, you’re forgetting something,” Chan reminded me. I look at the table to see if I left my phone or wallet on it, but I don’t spot anything that’s mine. “What am I forgetting?” I asked him confused. “Y/n you forgot your sandwich”

My brain is working at 500 mph trying to come up with a better lie than ‘I had a really big breakfast’ because Chan knows I ever eat in the morning. “Y/n, did you eat at all yesterday? And I mean real food.” Chan asked, or rather scolded.

The truth is I didn’t, but it’s justified because the day before yesterday I went out with my old college friend, Yeji, and we ate hot pot; 3750 calories if I calculated correctly. And that’s way above my daily intake for two whole days. So technically, I ate enough for two days in one day which means there was no need to eat yesterday.

“Y/n,” Chan sighed; “Can you at least take a couple bites? Please?

“I can’t eat when I’m nervous,” was my excuse of choice. I mean, it wasn’t the complete truth but he didn’t have to know. 

Chan seemed to accept my answer and stood up. “Fine, are you ready to go?” he asks.

[sparkagrace]

I thought I would put together a place for all my steve/bucky fics. Sorted into series and standalones, and marked if they're WIPs.

Updated: 24th October 2022

series

🥇 lane lines series [4/4 parts]

tags: swimming au, olympics au, rivals to lovers, slow build, university au, sports au

#1: lane lines 🏊‍♂️ | 132k (15/15) | mature

Steve Rogers has spent his entire life swimming and now is poised to take the Wakanda 2024 Olympics by storm. The only thing he’s missing is a friendly rival to help get him there. Enter Bucky Barnes, who doesn’t seem to take the sport quite as seriously despite his raw and enviable talent. Steve hates him. Bucky doesn’t care. That makes Steve hate him more.

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#2: lumiere 🖼️ | 5k (1/1) | mature

Bucky’s not looking at the paintings, he’s staring at Steve with his teeth caught between his bottom lip. “Do you know that your eyes light up when you talk?” Bucky tells him. “You gesture a lot with your hands.” Steve looks over, suddenly shy, as he becomes aware that he’s been talking for an awfully long time. “I’m sorry, I’m probably boring you. I learned all about it and I never get to talk—” “No, it’s fine. I love it. It’s been the most enjoyable part of the day. I like seeing you so excited about something that’s not the pool.”

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#3: new traditions 🎄 | 6k (1/1) | mature

Steve spends his first Christmas with Bucky. There's some old traditions and maybe some new ones.

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#4: treading water 🌊 | wip | mature

Olympic swimmer Bucky Barnes always believed that when the time came to retire, he would walk away with his medals and world records firmly in the history books and never look back. He never thought the water would leave him first.

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👨‍👨‍👧 al, pal and alpine series [6/12 parts]

tags: kid fic, alpine, established relationship, marriage, domestic, family fluff, light angst

the question 🛏️ | 3k (1/1) | teen

“So what did she ask this time? Why is the moon so big?” Bucky asks, rooting through the dresser. “What makes stuff fall, can Alpine understand her, why does she have to eat carrots?” Steve counts off. There’s a pause. “Then she asked The Question.”

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the pancakes 🥞 | 7k (1/1) | teen

Everything is fine until midway through Wednesday when Bucky’s phone lights up with a message: MISSION PARAMETERS CHANGED. ETA SATURDAY. GOING RADIO SILENT Then another message pops up two minutes later: Everything is okay. I love you both — kiss Allie for me Then everything seems to get worse.

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ballet shoes 🩰 | 4k (1/1) | teen

“If your daughter is serious about ballet, she needs to be aware of how to present herself. I have told her this myself.” “Wait a second, wait. You spoke to my daughter about her weight?” Bucky can’t see beyond the white fury that’s pounding behind his eyes.

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post-match ⚽ | 4.8k (1/1) | teen

Steve sniffs and wipes at his nose with the back of his hand. “We had a fight. She’s in her room.” A fight? Steve and Allie might disagree but they don’t fight. At least not to the point where Steve is visibly upset instead of just frustrated. “What happened?” Bucky lowers to his haunches and lightly squeezes Steve’s shoulder in reassurance. Steve presses the palms of his hands against his eyes at the touch. “She said she hated me.”

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london calling ✈️ | 11k (2/2) | teen

They’ve been on vacations before and there’s some bickering; stupid fights over who was supposed to remember the sunscreen and who is going to drive. Not Steve and Allie leaving Bucky in the middle of the street. Not Bucky choosing not to follow.

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mouth bones 🦷️ | 4.3k (1/1) | gen

Steve frowns when he sees the confusion on Bucky’s face. “You don’t want to keep our daughter's first teeth? Her baby teeth?” Bucky shrugs. “They're just mouth bones.”

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standalones

coffee stains ☕ | 6k (1/1) | teen tags: meet-awkward, shrunkyclunks, post-avengers, inspired by notting hill

“Wow, you have a lot of… patriotic memorabilia around your office,” Bucky observes. “Do you, like, cosplay or something?” He chuckles before his eyes suddenly snap towards Steve. He looks back at the costumes hanging off the mannequin and then back at Steve, staring in horror as realisation dawns. “Holy shit, you’re Captain America,” Bucky says at the same time Steve replies with: “I’m not sure what cosplay is.”

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be kind, rewind 📼 | 47k (8/8) | teen tags: 90s au, movie references, getting together, slow burn, shrunkyclunks

It’s 1994 and Bucky Barnes is stuck in a dead-end job at Blockbuster trying to figure his life out. Until a recently unfrozen Steve Rogers walks through the door and asks him for film recommendations.

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off the record 📰 | 37k (5/5) | mature tags: shrunkyclunks, post-avengers (2012), reporter!bucky barnes, meet-ugly, avengers tower

The Avengers have a problem. Six months after the Battle of New York, public opinion is beginning to turn on them and they are in dire need of a PR boost. Reporter Bucky Barnes needs to impress his boss enough to get a promotion onto the Features desk. This assignment might get him there, but the fact that he really hates the Avengers is the least of his problems today…

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[after-witch]

Bright Lights (Small Spaces Quartet Sequel) (Chapter 2)

Title: Bright Lights (Chapter 2) A03 LINK

Synopsis: Sam tells her friends about her mom's refusal to sign the permission slip for the circus, and they have a plan.

Word count: appx 1700

“You’ve never been to a circus? Like, never never?”

Owen Sannerson’s eyebrows raised in scrupulous disbelief. He had moved to Evansburg two years ago, and while Sam and Elisa considered him a best friend by now, he still had a hard time accepting that Samantha Adler simply didn’t do what most teens her age did.

Sam shrugged. She wanted to change the subject. She also wanted to finish her sandwich before the cheese got all cold and gloppy, and maybe work on her poems one more time before English class. Anything to forget about the permission slip and poster handout that Elisa had slapped in the center of the table at the start of lunch period, eager to find out exactly what had happened with Sam’s mom.

“Nope. Too much like a carnival, I guess, and my mom hates those.” Sam made a sour face. She didn’t really like talking all the things she couldn’t do, especially after this morning’s latest rejection. If she piled all the cool field trips or friend hang-outs she had to stay back from on top of one another, it might just reach the top of a skyscraper.

“She hates farms, too,” Elisa chimed in, popping a lukewarm fry into her mouth. “And ski lodges, unless it’s the Battersby’s place.”

Sam sighed and took another bite of her sandwich. Blech. Too late. The cheese was gloppy. Yet another reason to ask grandpa to teach her his recipes, so she didn’t have to put up with school lunch.

Elisa curled a bit of her shoulder-length dark hair around a finger. She was wearing her in-school hockey jersey and cozy sweatpants. The team had a game next week and Elisa never missed a chance to get hyped, especially now that she was taking lessons from Sam’s uncle Brian. He ran a sports camp in the next town over and offered lessons in just about any sport imaginable; even games like chess, although those classes were taught by his wife Coco.

Elisa tapped the unsigned permission slip with her short fingernail.

“Do you remember when she flipped out when we were supposed to go to the re-opening day of Misty Valley Farm, or whatever they renamed it?”

Sam wished she could forget. That was back in 6th grade. Sam wasn’t allowed to go to the farm with the rest of her class, but she’d cried so pitifully to her teacher Mrs. Norris that the sweet lady had called Sam’s mom on the spot to ask permission as the buses were being loaded.

That had ended with Olivia Adler peeling up to the school in her car about 15 minutes later and taking Sam home for the day while a bewildered Mrs. Norris and snickering classmates had watched.

The car ride home had been quiet, save for Sam’s occasional sniffles. At a stoplight, her mom had turned to her, and opened her mouth as if she wanted to explain something… but she only closed it again and drove them home without another word.

It was always like that, like there was something her mom really wanted to tell her that would explain away everything; but she just couldn’t bring herself to do it. It made Sam mad. More than that, it was frustrating. Couldn’t her mom see that she was old enough to take care of herself? Couldn’t her mom see that she didn’t need to be coddled all the time?

Although a small part of her wanted to defend her mom. There was clearly something going on that made her act this way, when she was otherwise pretty rational, as far as parents went. The divorce probably didn’t help things. And grandpa being sick didn’t help things. That’s why they had to move back to the Egg in the first place.

Sam sighed and shoved her lunch tray to the side, suddenly not feeling very hungry. “It’s shitty. But what can I do? I guess I’ll be 18 before I see a circus or go to a farm.” She snorted through her nose at the thought of scampering up to farm animals or picking pumpkins for the first time after graduating high school.

Elisa was uncharacteristically quiet. This usually meant that she was coming up with a plan or a scheme--with Elisa, plans and schemes tended to amount to the same thing.

“Elisa,” she said slowly, carefully.

Elisa looked at Owen, who held her gaze before suddenly becoming very interested in his lap.

“What?” said Sam, half-worried, half-excited. 

Elisa’s chair screeched as she scooted closer to Sam, before gesturing for Owen to do the same. He tucked a stray piece of his chin length blonde hair behind his ear and copied Elisa, until the three of them were close enough to whisper.

“So, me and Owen have been talking,” Elisa began, pulling the permission slip from the center of the table until it was right in front of Sam. “And here’s the plan. You forge your mom’s signature. Go on the trip. Have some fun for once in your life.” She tapped the paper decisively. “Your mom never has to find out. Perfect plan, right?”

Was it possible for your stomach to drop out from underneath you? Sam thought it might be possible, because that’s what her stomach was currently doing, gloppy cheese and all.

“I can’t.” Her words were stiff. “My mom would know. Or she’d find out. I’d be in trouble.” A half-laugh forced its way out of Sam’s throat. “No, I’d be grounded for the rest of my life and even after that. She’d ground my ghost.”

Elisa began to twirl the paper on the table with her finger. “Not if you pretend to be super upset about not going before and after the trip and she never finds out you went…”

“I’m not that good an actor,” Sam mumbled.

“I can give you tips!” Owen said suddenly, sitting up a little straighter. “I’ve only done tech here but I’m really into acting.”

Sam sighed. Then put both hands on her cheeks and shut her eyes and groaned. The idea was tempting. It wasn’t like she hadn’t considered it before. But the fear of her mom finding out always outweighed the desire to go through with it.

“C’mon, Sam.” Elisa picked up the circus poster handout that their teacher Mr. Wheeling had given them two weeks ago. “There hasn’t been a circus here since… I can’t even remember one coming to Evansburg.  You have to go.”

The poster was crinkled a little from being in Sam’s backpack, but at least it wasn’t torn. It was designed to look old-fashioned, which Sam supposed was “in” nowadays. There was an illustration featuring a cluster of tents, and a banner across the top that said: “MR. ELIM’S CIRCUS. ALL AGES WELCOME.”

At the bottom of the poster, there was a close-up illustration of a man in a ringmaster’s uniform gazing up at the tent and grinning. Something about him was a little unnerving, like his grin was too big or something. Sam wondered if her friends felt the same; but probably not, especially Elisa, who didn’t even flinch when they’d watched IT Chapter One and Two in Owen’s basement last Halloween. Sam, by contrast, had slept with her desk lamp on for a week.

Next to the ringmaster were a series of faded blue banners that described circus acts.

“FEROCIOUS BEASTS! SEE TIGERS TAMED!

FLYING TRAPEZE! DEATH-DEFYING HEIGHTS!

REAL LIVE FIRE BREATHERS! HOTTER THAN HADES!

ENDLESS SIGHTS THAT WILL ASTOUND AND AMAZE!

PERFORMANCES YOU WILL NEVER FORGET!”

They did sound amazing and astounding and wonderful.

And her mom would never, ever let her see them.

And even if Sam did try to forge her mom’s signature and go on the trip, who’s to say she wouldn’t find out somehow, anyway? Sam might pop in the background of someone’s video online or Mr. Wheeling would call Olivia to say how glad he was that Sam was going on a field trip for once.

Besides, Sam was too scared to forge her mom’s signature. Especially on something as serious--well, in the Adler household, it was serious--as this.

Sam felt a familiar tightness in her chest begin to grow and pushed back from her chair. Before Owen or Elisa could say anything, she grabbed both papers and shoved them deep into her backpack.

“Sam,” Owen said, and reached out to touch her on the arm. Owen was good at one-on-one talks like this, sort of like her grandpa. But she didn’t feel like being reassured right now. She just wanted to be mad at the unfairness of her life.

“My mom would find out,” Sam said shortly, hoisting her backpack over her shoulder. “Or I’d mess it up somehow and blab or copy her signature wrong or…” She sighed. “Sorry.”

Owen did touch Sam’s arm, then, and looked incredibly thoughtful.

“Why don’t you ask your mom again tonight? Like, sit her down and have a full-on discussion about it? Maybe you can find the website for this circus or whatever and show her that it’s not a big deal. It did say all ages, so it’s got to be mild enough for little kids.”

Sam shook her head, but didn’t outright say she wouldn’t do it. Owen was just giving her advice. She couldn’t be mad at him for that, even if it was something she’d tried to do on her own countless times over the years.

And maybe… maybe her mom would listen, if she took the time to explain. Her mom had been in a rush that morning, what with Sam running late. Her mom was always stressed in the morning, especially if her grandpa needed help during the night.

Was it worth a shot?

Sam nodded at Owen and tried to smile, but it wasn’t anything to write home about. “Maybe. Text me after school, guys. Or during 6th period, I’ll have my sound off. I gotta go to the bathroom before lunch ends.”

With that, Sam Adler walked away from her friends with thoughts of permission slips and serious discussions weaving heavily on her mind.

“Tell your mom, it’s just a circus!” Elisa called out after Sam, all 15 years of her life experience weighing behind each word. “What’s the worst that could happen?”

[ljblueteak]

Has anyone else read George Tremlett’s The Paul McCartney Story (1975)? It was really interesting to see some of his mid-seventies takes on Paul, other members of the rock press, the Beatles, Wings, and Linda. 

For example: 

“There is a widespread feeling which occasionally shows itself in conversation between musicians that McCartney is overshadowed by Lennon...One can see why people might [make] a judgement of this kind, for McCartney often tends to understate himself whereas Lennon is a towering figure for reasons not altogether connected with his music. 

If the rock generation has had the impact on world thinking that I personally believe it has, and if the world’s politicians now realise that the day has passed when old men could create wars for young men to die in, then the one person more than any other who has delivered that message, more effectively even than Bob Dylan, is John Lennon, with his shrewd use of images and acorns, Bagism and the Plastic Ono Band. But Lennon has only been able to do that as one-quarter of The Beatles, and as one-half of the Lennon-McCartney song-writing team he found himself with a ready made platform. And had it not been for the simplicity and melodic content of McCartney’s own music, which made The Beatles’ music acceptable to such a far wider audience, would Lennon ever have had such a platform?

What is so extraordinary is that the two of them--originally so raw, rough, determined, often aggressive but very different people--should have found something bigger than themselves through skiffle....Of them all, Paul McCartney was and is the truest pro--seldom giving away a trick in an interview, bending press conferences, never letting the world outside know when something was going wrong, always smiling for the camera-men, and quick to help a fan given rough treatment by a stage-door keeper. It was the essence of good public relations--and the fans warmed to him. Beneath it all, he is every bit as tough, determined, and as aggressive as Lennon, with that rare blend of qualities that I have already mentioned. Perhaps the most remarkable thing of all is that, despite all of his success, and the fact that he is self-assured, dresses expensively, enjoys a high level of living and the freedom to travel anywhere in the world whenever he wants to, McCartney still has no phoney graces” (15-18).

Right before this, Tremlett describes how Paul (and Linda) both had good memories and could remember to check in about specific things: 

“My wife and I had a long private interview with Paul and Linda McCartney, in which--after the interview was over--we started talking about their farmhouse in Scotland and our cottage in Devon...my wife mentioned that she was looking for some Tiffany-style lampshades, and Linda had recently found some. About a year later we attended a Wings concert at Oxford, when there was a conference for journalists from all over the world afterwards--and McCartney suddenly called across to me: ‘Have you been down to Devon recently?’ A few minutes later Linda asked: ‘Did your wife get those lampshades?’

Now, it is easy to be cynical about people who have this memory for detail--but with the McCartneys it is a very natural warmth that makes people feel they know them when in fact they probably have only a very superficial relationship” (15).

[damonjuicyscock]

Playlist-Chapter 1 (90s Noel Gallagher X Reader)

Pairing: 70s Noel Gallagher X Reader

Warnings: nothing really, maybe just a bit language and maybe a few spelling mistakes

Words: 1111

Summary: This is the beginning. How everything started for Y/N and Noel. How they met, how they were at 5 and 10 years old.

A/N: Heya everyone, here it is, the first chapter of the fan fic you've all been waiting for ! This is a short chapter, it's only a beginning and corresponds to Y/N and Noel's childhood. Chapter 2 out next week ! Enjoy !

(He was so cute back then OMG)

“Television man is crazy Saying we're juvenile delinquent wrecks Oh, man, I need TV when I got T-Rex Oh, brother, you've guessed, I'm a dude, dad

All the young dudes (hey, dudes!) Carry the news (where are you?) Boogaloo dudes (stand up, come on!) Carry the news

All the young dudes (I want to hear you!) Carry the news (I want to see you!) Boogaloo dudes (and I want to talk to you! All of you!) Carry the news

Now Lucy looks sweet 'cause he dresses like a queen But he can kick like a mule, it's a real mean team But we can love Oh yes, we can love

And my brother's back at home with his Beatles and his Stones We never got it off on that revolution stuff What a drag Too many snags”

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How and when do you know when you’ve met your soulmate? The love of your life? When you’re 5? 15? 25?

When you’re 5, you’re a princess who believes she has a prince out there. You get kisses on the cheeks by a little boy who likes you.

At 15, you’re an outsider, believing love might come one day, but you’re too busy to care about that and instead, you spend your time worrying about your best friend who’s being beaten up by his father.

At 25, you think you found love but you’re wrong. Your boyfriend is violent, beats you, almost kills you, and you never forgot about your first love, your soulmate, who decides to come back in your life.

That’s my story. Mine and my soulmate’s. Mine and Noel’s.

And everything has a beginning.

I was born in 1967 in London, but I lived in New York, Los Angeles, and Sydney, which I don’t remember because I was too little to care. When I was 5, we moved to Manchester. My grandfather had just died, and my uncle needed help with my grandpa’s company.

That’s when I was put in the same school and class as a cute little boy called Noel Gallagher.

He was often alone and didn’t talk much. And when he talked, he was mocked by others because he stammered. On my side, I also was mocked because I was the new one in school.

What didn’t help Noel and I didn’t know yet, was that he was beaten up by father and the arrival of his newly born brother William also known as Liam. I didn’t discover it until 5 years later.

Approximatively a week after my arrival, I decided Noel would become my friend.

During recess, I decided to sit next to him on the bench. He looked at me with an interrogative look, saying nothing.

1972:

Hi Noel! I said to start the conversation

Huh h-h-hello Y/N.

What are you doing?

Just looking at t-t-the others.

You’re always alone.

Ye too!

We could be buddies!

W-W-Why do ye want to be m-me buddy?

I mean… just like that.

The little boy thought in silence for a few minutes, which I thought meant a “no”.

And when the bell rang, while I was almost crying because I had no buddy, the young boy stood up and handed me his hand.

Yer coming buddy? He asked

I was stunned. It finally was a yes in the end. I stood up and gave him my hand, a big smile on my face.

Noel discretely asked our teacher if he could come and sit next to me. She smiled and kindly approved. She had been worried about Noel being and staying all alone before I asked him to be my friend. Did I do well and right? Fuck yes.

At the end of the afternoon, hand in hand, we walked home together.

Would you believe me if I told you we were neighbours, our houses next to each other’s without knowing it yet?

Well, it was the case.

Yer leaving t-there? He asked, surprised

Yes, why?

This is my house just next to y-yers!

We are neighbours? I asked

Yes we are! He answered

This is so cool! Come play with me!

To w-what? Dolls?

No, ball!

Got t-t-to ask me mam first!

Go, I’ll be asking mine and I’ll wait you here!

Noel’s mum, Peggy, agreed, we played football together until 7pm before she came to pick him with baby Liam in her arms. What I wasn’t waiting for was for my mum and Peggy to become the best of friends.

*

1977:

Noel and I were now 10 years old, and he just had joined the neighbourhood football team. Not being interested in another sport, I wanted to join the team as well.

One day, after school, Noel took me to his training so I could meet the coach. What I didn’t plan was his and the other children’s reaction. They laughed at me, which made me angry.

Noel, the lassies don’t play football! The coach laughed

And why so? I answered, with my fists balled up

Because ye can’t play football, it’s a dude sport!

Oh you bet? Noel, we’ll show him.

I took the ball the coach was holding, and Noel and I we started playing. The coach still wasn’t impressed.

Okay, ye can play with yer buddies, but what about a whole team lassie?

Try me!

As ye wish.

The coach blew his whistle, and the other kids places themselves on the football pitch. I also placed myself while Noel took his jacket off, and that was the first time I saw theses. The bruises. But I didn’t ask any question, maybe he fell during training.  The coach whistled again.

The boys passed the ball back and forth between them, pretending I wasn’t there, but I made up for it by catching the ball in my turn, and scored a goal.

This time, I convinced everyone. They all stopped moving and talking. Noel, him, was smiling.

I approached the coach, proud.

And now? You’re convinced?

Aye. Welcome to our team.

I smiled.

By the way, my name is Y/N, not Lassie.

I’ll make sure to remember it kid.

So, when are the days of training and what do I have to buy?

Yes, when I was a child, I was sassy. It got worse when I was a teen, but I calmed down when becoming an adult.

Besides being my neighbour, Noel was also my best friend. And oh, as we got older, I was more and more worried about him…

[oddballwriter]

Summary: You decide to change your hair color using the hair product that you get from the store. Your boyfriend Tim comes home and sees you in the process and has questions.

Warnings: None that I know of 

Author’s Snip: Random impulse won yesterday and I bleached my hair and so I got this idea. Also, I couldn’t think of a title for this so :0//

Notes: Also, just to keep it vague on what exactly your using ie hair dye or hair bleach, so I just say “hair product” and over stuff. So that might sound a bit weird when I needed to mention is a few times. 

I’ll shut up now. Enjoy!

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  Coming home from work to you was a normal thing in Tim’s life ever since he agreed to live together. It wasn’t easy to get here. Tim wasn’t too used to living with someone and having them be in the place where he has the most privacy and potentially see things about him that he can’t properly control. It took a lot of talking and moments where Tim needed to open up about things that he never told anyone else. But at some point Tim started to get fond about the idea and later learned that you’re still going to be there even if some parts of him aren’t as pretty. That’s why he finally decided to let you in and live with him. And as much as he doesn’t really voice it, there is something really nice about coming home to your significant other.

  However, coming home to the faint smell of something with chemicals wasn’t what Tim expected this time. He called out your name since he knew you were home, and he got your voice calling out “I’m over here!” back to him. 

  He followed the place he heard your voice, and the scent of that chemically smell, was coming from up until he made it to the door way of the bathroom. Where he found you wearing an old t-shirt you usually used as pajamas, rubber gloves concealing your hands, and a substance coating the entirety of your head, along with you holding a bottle that looked like it held the same substance. “What the hell are you doing?” Tim asked looking at you completely confused while you acted like you weren’t doing something weird. 

  “Changing my hair color.” you responded. “Why?” he asked, still confused about other things involving this situation. “Because I felt like it.” you responded. 

  “Where did you get all this?” Tim questioned, gesturing to the bottle and bowl of hair color product. “I got it two days ago, when I went to the pharmacy with you.” you claimed. 

  Tim does remember you going to the pharmacy with him to get something while he got his medication. You went off to some random aisle and by the time he was done getting his refill, you already had a bag of something that you already paid for. He didn’t think anything of it but looking back on that he now had the answer right in front of him. 

  “Why didn’t you go to a salon or something?” he asked, now just wondering why you wanted to do this yourself. “Because it’s expensive to get it done at a salon. Why pay someone else to do it for $50 to $80 when you can just go to a pharmacy and get a box of the same stuff for like 15 bucks?” you said as you worked the product more into your hair. Tim could see the point in that, it did sound like a better option if someone didn’t want to blow a bunch of money for something you could do yourself. 

  “This isn’t going to make a mess is it? Like stain the shower or anything?” Tim remarked. “I mean, it’s gonna stain the shower a bit when I wash it out once my hair takes in the color but it’s fine. I can just scrub it out with some water with a little bleach.” you said. 

  “Alright then.” Tim said. “How long to you have to have that on?” he asked referring to all the product that was in your hair. “I need to put a cap on to make sure it doesn’t dry up and wait for thirty minutes or until it gets my hair to how I want it.” you mentioned. Tim hummed in response. 

  “Well find something to do during that time that isn’t in the same room as me because I don’t think I’m gonna be able to take you seriously while you look like that.” Tim remarked with his voice starting to shake a bit as he tried to hold in some laughs. “I love you too.” you remarked with playful sarcasm. 

  “I’m sure whatever color it comes out as it’ll look nice.” Tim said as he walked away from the doorway to do something else. 

[z-iridest]

I Am Phoenix- A My Hero Academia Fanfic

Chapter 15- What's In A Name:

The first place prize for the Sports Festival was an invitation to I-Expo, but since Melissa and I were already planning to bring Dad to I- Island, it didn't make sense for me to have an extra ticket. Since Dad was mentoring Midoriya, I figured Dad would bring him along as a guest, which left one person I could think of that had earned the right to go...

"Bakugo, wait up!" I jogged to catch up with the blond after school the same day the Sports Festival ended. He stopped, turning around.

"What'd you want?" He asked, sounding as grumpy as he looked. I gave him the ticket, and he instantly looked confused while looking it over. "The hell's this?"

"First place prize for the Sports Festival. Since I'm already going, it's a thank you for going all out. I might have won, but you earned it." I looked away from him, feeling my face burning. "You can bring whoever you want with you as a guest, so maybe Kirishima or Kaminari'll want to go with." I shrugged a bit. My phone went off. "Gotta go, see you round." I gave a small goodbye before taking off, and I could have sworn I heard a small but gruff:

"Thank you." 

I stopped training for a minute, panting as I remembered giving the invite to Bakugo a couple days ago since I was already going to I-Expo through Melissa. I-Expo was pretty much a summer tradition between Melissa, Uncle Dave and I. That is, when Melissa wasn't busy with schoolwork like she was last year... And this time, Dad was going too, which meant that Uncle Dave and Dad could see each other again after... Oh geeze, how long has it been?

I took a drink of water, sitting down for a second. I probably could have given the ticket to one of the girls, but Bakugo had given me a real fight, he didn't hold back. It was something I could respect... I went back inside to shower after the training session. I know what you're thinking: Didn't Mr Aizawa tell you guys to take the next couple days to rest? Yes, but I can't sit still when I'm at home, gimme a break! Before I could jump in though, my phone rang. I looked at the caller ID. An unknown number? What the hell? Probably not the smartest thing, but I answered it. "Hello?"

"Yagi, it's Todoroki." How the hell did he even... You know what, I don't wanna know. 

"Oh, hey, Todoroki. How are you?" I asked, sitting at the island in the kitchen.

"I'm all right.... How are you?" He questioned. I couldn't help but smile.

"I'm good. So, what's up?"

"I just... Needed to tell someone this." I waited for him to continue. "I saw my Mom today. My old man threw her in a mental hospital when I was a kid, I haven't seen her in a long time."

"You did? How'd it go?" I asked, leaning on my arm a bit.

"We both cried... But, it felt good to talk to her again." I smiled softly at this.

"I bet... How're you feeling?" I asked.

"Determined... I... want to be the best hero I can... I want to save her from that place." While I didn't know the full story of what had happened, I was glad he had gotten to see his Mom at least to start repairing his relationship with her. We continued to talk for a while, and by the time we hung up, I felt my heart ache. I missed my Mom, more than anything, but I was happy for Todoroki. He was able to see his Mom again... I saved Todoroki's contact info for later before I got a text from Midoriya.

'Hey! Sorry, Hino, I probably should have told you sooner, but I gave Todoroki your number, he said he wanted to talk to you about something...' Oh, that's how he got my number... Makes sense. 'Listen, if you're not doing anything, do you wanna have dinner with me and my Mom? She's been dying to meet you.' Dinner with Mrs. Midoriya? While the thought made me nervous, I was curious to find out what Midoriya's mom was like.

'Sure! I just finished up training, so I'll get cleaned up and head on over, text me the address and I'll see you in a bit.'  I showered, and dressed in casual attire. It was just a T-shirt with my Mom's hero insignia and jeans with a pair of black sneakers, but I thought I looked good. I put my hair in my usual ponytail before heading for the address Midoriya texted me. I hesitated slightly before knocking on the door. When it opened, I saw Izuku in front of me.

"Hey, you made it! Come on in, Hino." He greeted.

"Hey, thanks for the invite." I smiled as I entered the doorway, taking my shoes off and putting on the house slippers Izuku showed me. Once I was ready, he brought me further inside.

"Hey, Mom, my friend's here." He called to her as he led the way. I looked around. They had a beautiful home that had an open kitchen and living room, and straight ahead of me in the hallway were two separate rooms, one of which the door held a sign that screamed my Dad's merch and had his name in gold letters. I smiled before going into the living room to meet my host. When I came face to face with her, it was like I was seeing double of Izuku. Big, round green eyes and green hair, though hers were darker than his, and her hair was straight and shoulder-length, with a small and spiky ponytail at the back. She was taller than me by an inch, but she was a round woman that reminded me of the comfort of home. "Hino, this is my Mom, Inko Midoriya. Mom, this is the friend I've been telling you about, Hinotori." I bowed in respect.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, especially considering Izuku talks highly of you all the time, and thank you so much for inviting me to your home. It's beautiful." I replied.

"The pleasure's all mine, Hinotori, it's lovely to meet the friend my Izuku's been talking about all this time." She smiled. "Dinner'll be ready in a few minutes, so why don't you two grab a seat in the living room and catch up."

"Is there anything I can help with?" I asked. She giggled.

"Oh, no, sweetheart. You grab a seat and dinner'll be ready soon. From what Izuku's told me, you've been training extra hard the past couple days, it's about time you give your muscles some proper fuel." She told me, gently shooing me toward the couch. I couldn't help but giggle.

"Okay, but if you need help, just holler my name." I told her.

"I will." She beamed before scurrying back to the kitchen. I smiled.

"So, Hino, did Todoroki end up contacting you?" Izuku asked.

"Actually, yeah, he did. He called before you texted me... He got to see his Mom." From the look on his face alone, Midoriya already knew the situation with Todoroki and his family, or at least part of it.

"He did? How did it go, how's he doing?" Izuku asked. So, I told him what Todoroki told me. By the time I was done, he breathed in relief. "I'm glad it went so well, and even more so that he's okay."

"Me too... Honestly, I hope things continue to work out for him. But, it's Iida I'm worried about." I brought up.

"Honestly, me too." Midoriya looked down. "I've been worried since you told me what happened. I just hope everything's all right."

"Me too. When he sets his mind to something, it's all he can see. He'll get himself into trouble if he's not careful..." I trailed off, not wanting to think about the consequences of Iida were to go after the person responsible.

"Now, now, you two, that's enough of that sad talk, let's give your bodies some fuel." Mrs Midoriya told us, shuffling into the dining area. My stomach rumbled at the smell of the katsudon she'd cooked, making both of them giggle. 

"Guess I'm hungrier than I thought." I sheepishly giggled.

"Come on, let's eat." Izuku replied as we got up, sitting at the table. 

"Hinotori, I couldn't help but notice your shirt. Is that Ace's symbol?" She asked. I nodded.

"Yeah, Ace was my mom." I answered as I sat down. When I caught her glance, she was smiling softly. 

"Despite the horrible things you've gone through this year, I think it's safe to say your mother would be proud of the strong and sweet young woman you've grown into." Inko told me. I smiled.

"Thank you, Mrs. Midoriya." I replied.

"You call me Inko, sweetheart. If you need anything at all, you can come to me." She gently patted my hand.

"Thank you, Inko." I smiled, and when she smiled back, her eyes shone brightly, just like Izuku's when he smiled. I found myself at ease as I ate dinner with the Midoriyas, and afterward, we reviewed the Sports Festival footage together. I saw for myself how Midoriya had caught up with me. I sighed a bit after it got to the final tournament, watching his match with Todoroki. "We really need to find a way for you to control that power better... Maybe some way for you to hold it over your entire body like I do with my flame armor."

"At 100%?!" He shrieked, looking at me wide eyed.

"Not right away, you'll break every bone in your body if you tried. I mean starting from what your body can handle and building up, kinda like building a tolerance." I told him, pulling my feet under me and leaning on my elbow, my palm holding my cheek. 

"How am I supposed to do that?" He asked.

"Well, since Quirks are physical abilities, I'd assume training, though I don't think Dad would be any help in that department. I'd help, but I'm honestly not sure how to direct you how to do it." I crossed my arms over my chest, frowning in thought.

When we went back to school the next day, it was dark and raining, and it felt... Almost ominous... I scrolled through my phone as I rode the train to school, trying to ignore the fact that my Mom had been involved in that fatal fight 9 years ago that day. "Psst. Hey... Hey, you, kid." I raised my head to find a man smiling softly at me. "You're Hinotori Yagi from Class 1-A, right? You were amazing in the Sports Festival." The man's words had turned the attention of everyone around us. Pretty soon, I had everyone around me congratulating me. "Keep up the good work, young hero!" They all told me at the same time as I got off the train.

"Oh, thank you so much!" I bowed in respect before I left the station, heading to school. But, the bad feeling hadn't gone away. I felt like something was wrong, but couldn't place it... Why do I feel like this? Like I did the day Mom died? I thought, wishing that this feeling of dread would just be washed away by the rain...

"Morning, Hino." Izuku greeted, breaking me out of my thoughts.

"Hey, good morning." I greeted back, before noticing he looked tired. "You okay?" He nodded.

"I just feel like I'm barely awake..." He answered. Before I could reply, we heard a familiar voice call out to us. 

"Good morning Midoriya and Yagi!" We both turned to see our class president heading toward us. He was decked out in rain boots and a green poncho with a hood that was pulled over his head, making it easy for him to run and stay dry.

"Whoa, Iida! You really went all out with the rain gear." Izuku observed. 

"Why on Earth are you two walking so slowly?" He passed us. "You'll be late!"

"There's five minutes until the first bell, what'd you mean we'll be late?" I asked as we hurried after him. 

"UA students should always arrive ten minutes early, don't you think?" He questioned in counter before speeding up. Izuku and I looked at each other before we followed our classmate inside. As I shook the rain off my umbrella and put it in the spot designated for our class, Izuku spoke up.

"So, um, Iida..."

"If it's about my brother, don't be concerned." Iida cut off Izuku as he put on his school shoes and took his hood off. "I'm sorry if I made you worry, everything'll be fine." He assured as he turned to look at us before we headed toward our classroom. Judging by the look on Izuku's face, he was just as worried as I was. The look in his eyes didn't match what he said, something was obviously wrong... Once we were in our class, everyone was buzzing from the past couple days.

"It's so weird that people recognize us from TV. Everyone wanted to talk to me on my way here." Mina was saying.

"Yeah, me too!" Kirishima grinned.

"People on the street were staring at me! It was kind of embarrassing..." Hagakure shifted a bit.

"Sure, but isn't that pretty normal for you?" Ojiro asked. Oh my god, this boy...

"You won't believe what a bunch of elementary school brats yelled at me." Sero spoke up.

"Nice try?" Tsu and I guessed at the same time, making Sero groan.

"All it took was one Sports Festival and suddenly we're like celebrities." Kaminari told Mineta.

"This school really is amazing." Mineta replied. The door opened as everyone stopped talking and took their seats. 

"Morning." 

"Good morning, Mr Aizawa." We all greeted our teacher in return. When he faced everyone, I saw that the bandages were off, and despite a scar on his face, he looked perfectly fine. 

"Ribbit, Mr Aizawa, you don't have bandages anymore, that's good news." Tsu observed. 

"The old lady went a little overboard in her treatment. Anyway, we have a big class today on Hero Informatics." Aizawa replied. Everyone tensed up. Geeze, how many times were we gonna do this where we all tense up because we're expecting the worst? "You need codenames." Mr. Aizawa finally finished after a silence way too long for any of my classmates' likings. "Time to pick your hero identities." 

"This is gonna be totally awesome!" Everyone cheered, before immediately quieting down when Aizawa glared, his eyes flashing red. 

"This is related to the pro hero draft picks that I mentioned the last time we were in class together. Normally, students don't have to worry about the draft yet, not until their second or third year, actually... But your class is different. In fact, by extending offers to first years like you, pros are essentially investing in your potential. Any offers can be rescinded if their interest in you dies down before graduation, though." I heard Mineta slam his fist on his desk before he mumbled.

"Stupid, selfish adults..." I kicked the back of his chair to get him to shut up. 

"So, what you're saying is, we'll still have to prove ourselves after we've gotten recruited." Hagakure spoke up. 

"Correct. Now, here are the totals for those of you who got offers." He pressed a button on a remote and it showed a hologram total of the offers. I was in first, Todoroki was in second, Bakugo was third and so on. I felt my face burn as most of our classmates, turned, grinning at me. "In past years, it's been more spread out, but there's a pretty big gap this time."

"Gah! That's no fair!" Kaminari exclaimed. 

"What about the real star? Moi?" Aoyama asked.

"Todoroki got more than Bakugo?" Jiro questioned.

"Yeah, it's the opposite of how they placed in the festival..." Kirishima trailed off. I was curious to see the list, but there was only one agency that I could think of that might have sent an offer in... My Mom's old agency in Hosu. It was run by the same sidekick who had been Mom's right hand while Mom was still alive... Ember. 

"You must be proud." I heard Yayorozu talking to Todoroki.

"These offers are probably because of my father." Todoroki replied. I had to cover a snort when I looked over at Ochaco and Iida. She had gasped and was shaking Iida.

"People want us!" She squealed. Meanwhile, my poor friend looked shocked, though, and when I looked at his name, I saw that he had gotten no offers at all.

"Midoriya, you got none." Mineta commented. "I bet everyone was grossed out by the crazy way you were fighting."

"Can you quit rubbing salt in the wound for two seconds, Mineta?" I asked. 

"Despite these results, you'll all be interning with pros, got it? Even those of you who didn't get any offers." Aizawa continued.

"Oh, so, we're all interning?" Midoriya asked. 

"Yes. You already got to experience combat with real villains during the attack on the USJ facility. But, it'll still be helpful to see pros at work. Up close and personal in the field firsthand."

"And for that, we need hero names!" Sato exclaimed. 

"Things are suddenly getting a lot more fun!" Uraraka added. 

"These hero names will likely be temporary, but take them seriously, or..." 

"You'll have hell to pay later!" Midnight finished as she opened the door. Kaminari, Sero and Mineta all gawked at Midnight as she entered the room. "What you pick today could be your codename for life. You better be careful, or you'll be stuck with something utterly indecent."

"Yeah, she's got a good point. Midnight is going to have final approval over your names. It's not my forte." Aizawa told us as he brought out his sleeping bag. "The name you give yourself is important. It helps reinforce your image and shows the kind of hero you want to be in the future. A codename tells people exactly what you represent. Take All Might for example." Aizawa then had us each get a whiteboard and marker. I uncapped it, but as I was about to start, I heard soft growling, and I froze for a second as I watch Bakugo scribble something on his board before another growl left him, making me roll my eyes. He was probably gonna come up something with the words Explosion or Murder in it... But for me, my codename had been decided a long time ago.

"Hey, baby bird, whacha got there?" Mom had asked me a couple years after I got my quirk. I held up the paper to her as best as my four year old arms could reach. 

"Possible codenames. When I grow up, I'm going to be a strong hero, just like you and Daddy!" I had told her, my hands squeezing into fists as I was on pins and needles, waiting for her response as she read the hero names. She smiled.

"There are some good ones in here like Emberfall, and Cinder, and Scarlet Wing... Oooh, Phoenix might be my favorite, though." She smiled down at me.

"But, it's just the same name as my Quirk... It's not very creative..." I trailed off. Mom lifted me up in her arms.

"But, a phoenix is a symbol of rebirth, remember? It shows that no matter how many times you're pulled down, you'll always soar back up into the sky again to shine bright. You did say you want to be a hero that gives a light of hope to people in times of trouble. What's a better name than Phoenix?" She smiled. 

I brought myself out of the memory as I wrote my hero name on my board. The Blazing Ace: Phoenix. No point in changing it after keeping it in mind for the past 11 years, right? After a few minutes, Midnight spoke again. "Now, students, who among you is ready to share?" Wait, we're presenting these?! I thought. Much to my surprise, Aoyama walked up first. 

"Hold your breath... The Shining Hero. My Name is I Cannot Stop Twinkling! Mon amis, you can't deny my sparkle." Oh, come on....

"It'll be better this way. Take out the I and shorten Cannot to Can't." Midnight advised.

"It's stunning, mademoiselle." Aoyama replied.

"She likes it?" Kirishima, Kaminari, Jiro, Midoriya, Sato and I all questioned.

"Also, you're not really french are you? That's just an act." Sato pointed out.

"Okie doke, lemme go next! My codename: Alien Queen!" Mina exclaimed as she took the podium next. Oooh, it definitely fit her...

"Hold on, like that horrible monster with the acidic blood? I don't think so." Midnight shot down Mina's.

"Dang it..." Mina sulked as she went back to her seat. Tsu raised her hand.

"Ribbit, I think I've got one. Okay if I go next?" She asked.

"Come on up." Midnight encouraged. Once she was at the podium, Tsu spoke again.

"I've had this name in mind since grade school... Rainy Season Hero: Froppy." 

"That's delightful! It makes you sound approachable. What a great example of a name everyone will love!" Midnight approved Tsu's.

"Froppy! Froppy! Froppy! Froppy!" All of us cheered as she sat down. Kirishima was next.

"Got mine too! The Sturdy Hero, my name is Red Riot!"

"Awesome!" I exclaimed, making him grin at me.

"Red Riot, interesting. You're paying homage to the Chivalrous hero Crimson Riot, yes?" Midnight inquired.

"That's right. He may be kinda old school, but someday, I wanna be just like he was. Crimson's my idol." Kirishima replied.

"Hm... If you're bearing the name of someone you admire, you have that much more to live up to."

"I accept the challenge." Kirishima told her, grinning. 

"Man.... I still can't think of anything that's cool enough..." Kaminari trailed off before he got tapped by Jiro.

"Hey, I've got one. How does Jamming-Yay sound to you?" Jiro asked.

"Oh, it's like Hemingway who wrote A Farewell to Arms, right? Real clever, I like it!" Kaminari answered.

"No..." Jiro snickered. "It's because even though you're powerful, you always..." A snort left her. "Jam your brain." I covered my mouth as a snort left me too.

"Aw come on, Jiro, quit messing with me!" Kaminari exclaimed. Jiro then went up.

"The Hearing Hero, I'm Earphone Jack!" 

"Now, that's a good one!" Midnight told her.

"The Tentacle Hero: Tentacole!" Shouji's was a play on words.

"Oh, I like what you're doing with that. A nice portmanteau."

"The Taping Hero: Cellophane." Sero's was pretty cool.

"That's on the nose, good work!" Midnight gave her thumbs up.

"Martial Arts Hero: Tailman!" Ojiro's was all right...

"No surprise with that one, I guess." Midnight's response was mediocre with his, but she approved it still.

"I'm The Sweets Hero: Sugar Man!" Sato's goes on the cool name list.

"Perfect!"

"PINKY!" Mina exclaimed hers at the top of her lungs.

"Make those looks work for you, girl!" Midnight approved the second attempt Mina had. 

"The Stun Gun Hero: I am Chargebolt! Electric, don't you think?" Kaminari's definitely goes on the cool list along with Kirishima's. 

"Makes me all tingly!"

"The Stealth Hero: I'm Invisible Girl!" Hagakure's was a little too on the nose...

"That really suits you!" Midnight's response to Hagakure's codename was pretty mediocre.. "Now, come on, who's gonna step up next?!" It's a wonder our teacher could stay asleep during all this ruckus... Yayorozu was next.

"I hope that I can live up to this name.... The Everything Hero: I'm Creati!"

"Creative!"

"Shoto." 

"Just your name? That's it?" Midnight asked.

"Uh huh." Todoroki answered her. Aw come on, why not something like ThermaFrost, Todoroki?! I thought, but kept the potential name to myself for a moment.

"The Jet Black Hero, Tsukoyomi." And Tokoyami adds a new hero name to the cool list!

"God of the Night..." Midnight swooned.

"The Fresh-Picked Hero, Grape Juice!"

"Very kitschy!" What the hell does that word even mean? Anyways, Kota was up next with showing us the name Petting Hero: Anima. "Yep, all about it!" That... was when Bakugo walked up...

"King Explosion Murder." He growled. Called it...

"I'm gonna say that one's a little too violent."

"HUH?! WHADDYA MEAN?!" Bakugo shouted.

"Why don't you be Explosion Boy?" Kirishima called out to him, half teasing him.

"YOU SHUT UP, WEIRD HAIR!" He shouted as Kaminari and I both snickered. "OR ELSE I'LL TAKE YOU OUTSIDE AND SHOW YOU WHY EXPLOSION MURDER SHOULD BE IN MY NAME!" 

"Not very heroic, Bakugo." I teased him, making him glare at me before I ignored him for Uraraka.

"This is the name I've thought of: Uravity." And there's officially a cute list.

"I just love that!" Midnight gushed, making Uraraka sigh in relief. "To be honest, choosing names is going faster than I thought it would. All we have left is young Bakugo who has to rethink his, Yagi, and Iida. Oh, yes, and Midoriya too." I stood up.

"It's not that I had trouble coming up with mine... It's just meant so much to me that I haven't thought of anything else." I replied as I walked to the front. "Everyone else's is so creative..." I looked at my hero name as I got to the podium, nervous about revealing it to everyone.

"Go ahead, Yagi." Midnight encouraged me, and when I glanced up, I found matching grins of encouragement on Kirishima and Kaminari's faces. I gave a small smile back before showing my hero name. 

"The hero I want to be is one who is able to be a light of hope for everyone... From now on, call me the Blazing Ace: I am Phoenix." I told them.

"Paying homage to your mother as well as making it your own. It's perfect." Midnight nodded in approval and I saw Kirishima pump his fist in the air. As I went back to my seat, Kaminari and Kirishima both held up their hands for high fives, which I gave them as I walked by. Once I sat down, I glanced over at Iida. He looked like he was remembering something awful. When he finally walked up, his first name was on his board.

"You're using your real name too?" Midnight asked. He doesn't feel like he can take on the name of Ingenium yet... I thought, seeing the look on his face. "Well, Midoriya, are you ready?" 

"Oh... Yes." Izuku replied as he stood up. I smiled at his chosen hero name, but it made everyone else gasp.

"Really, Midoriya?" Mineta asked.

"You sure about that?" Kaminari looked unsure himself.

"Yeah, man, remember, that could be your name forever." Kirishima added. 

"Right. I used to hate it... But, then, something changed. I guess.... Someone taught me that it could have a different meaning., and that had a huge impact on how I felt. So, now, I really like it." Ochaco and I exchanged smiles, knowing what he meant. "Deku. That has to be my codename!" I smiled at Izuku, finding him smiling back at both Ochaco and I. Once he sat down, though....

"LORD EXPLOSION MURDER!"

"That's basically the same thing." Midnight voiced my thoughts on Bakugo's second attempt. That was when our teacher got up.

"Now that everyone's decided their hero names, we can go back to talking about your upcoming internships. They'll last for one week. As for who you'll be working with: Those of you who were on the board will choose from among your offers, everyone else will have a different list. You have a lot to think about. There are around 40 agencies across the country who've agreed to take on interns from your class. Each agency has a different specialty that its heroes focus on. Keep that in mind."

"Imagine that you're Thirteen. You'd want to choose a place that focuses on rescuing people and not fighting villains, understand?"

"Think carefully before you decide."

"Yes, sir!" We all acknowledge our teachers' words as the bell rang. When I got my list, I saw that pretty much every agency except for Endeavor's agency put in an offer for me. I wasn't really all too surprised that Endeavor wasn't recruiting me, he's only interested in training his own son, after all...

"Turn in your choices before the weekend." Aizawa told us as I looked over the list. It wasn't too far from the list that I saw Ember's agency. I hadn't seen her in a few years... I wonder how she's doing... 

"Wait, we've only got two days?!" Sero asked.

"So much for no rush..." I mumbled. 

"Yeah, so you should start now. You're dismissed." Aizawa replied before he closed the door. Once lunchtime came around, Mina spoke up.

"So, guys, have you decided what pro agency you wanna go for?" She questioned all of us.

"Mount Lady's my top choice!" Mineta was the first to answer.

"Why doesn't that surprise me, ya little pervert?" I questioned. 

"You made it pretty far in the tournament... It's pretty surprising you didn't get any offers." Ojiro told her.

"I know!" Mina exclaimed.

"Hey, Deku, who's on your list?" Ochaco asked. 

"There are only 40 heroes who'll take us, so after looking up their specialties and splitting them into groups, I can start narrowing...."

"Here we go again..." I mumbled, but Izuku got snapped out of his ramble.

"Huh? Oh, sorry, what'd you guys say?" He asked.

"You're really thinking hard about this, aren't you?" Tsu countered.

"That's the curse of overthinking everything." I shrugged. 

"It'll all work out, I've settled on my pick." Ochaco replied.

"Yeah? Who'd you go with?" I asked. 

"The agency that the Battle Hero, Gunhead, runs." She responded.

"Huh? Gunhead's a big brawler, though. Are you sure that's where you wanna intern, Uraraka?"

"Yep, he sent me an offer!" She punched the air, and I couldn't help the smile that crossed my face. 

"Whoa, really? But, I thought you were trying to be a hero kinda like Thirteen, more into rescuing than fighting." Ochaco let her fist drop.

"Ultimately, that's the plan..."

"But since your match against Bakugo, you wanna expand your skill set to include being able to handle combat situations as well as rescue missions." I finished, making her nod at me before she shifted her position and punched the air with her other hand. Why was she so cute?!

"Plus the stronger I am, the more possibilities I'll have! Plus, learning from a battle hero will give me a different perspective, right?" Izuku blinked for a few seconds.

"Yeah, totally." He replied. 

"More importantly, there's something I've been meaning to ask you all day... Why are you trembling?"

"Oh, this? It's exercise." He answered. 

"Exercise?!" That was about when I saw what she was talking about. Izuku was sitting, but he was keeping himself hovering about an inch above his chair.

"Geeze, you're training your body even when sitting still?" I asked. 

"Were you doing that for the whole class?"

"There's no way!" Mina exclaimed. 

"That's such an old fashioned way to train."

"A smart way, though." Ojiro countered Mineta. "The isometric muscle contraction that's needed to hold your body above your seat makes it an easy way to work out without moving." I glanced at Bakugo while Ojiro was talking and saw that the blond in front of Izuku looked even more pissed off than before. 

"Idiots..." He growled out.

"Tis skill not strength that governs a ship." We heard Tokoyami muse. Ochaco turned to me.

"What about you, Hino? Have you chosen your agency yet?" She asked. I nodded.

"Actually, yeah, I'm going to Ember's agency." I answered.

"Wait, isn't that one your Mom's old agency?" Ojiro questioned. I nodded.

"Mmhmm, Ember's also the one who helped my Mom teach me how to use my flames when I was little. I need to work on improving my body's resistance to my own flames, so it's the best option for me." I replied. Plus, it's in Hosu City. Judging by the look on Iida's face, he's going with his brother's old agency, which allows me to keep an eye on Iida. I thought, glancing at Iida as he looked like he had chosen too. When it was time to head home, I gathered up my things, being pulled to the door by my arm by Ochaco.

"Hey, Deku! Wanna walk together?" She asked him. He nodded, smiling at her in response.

"Iida, come with u- Huh..." When we turned toward Iida's seat, we found that our friend had already left.

"I bet he already decided where to do his internship."

"Honestly, that's what I'm worried about." I told Izuku.

"He's probably off turning in his forms right now..." Izuku replied. My Dad pretty much slid in front of the door just as Izuku opened it, startling the crap out of both of us. 

"I AM HERE IN A BIZZARE POSITION!"

"Really, Dad, did you have to give me a heart attack?!" I asked. 

"Yeah, what's that about and why are you in such a hurry?" Izuku asked. 

"Hi, come with me a sec." Dad didn't answer Izuku's question. 

"Uh, sure, okay." Izuku replied. We both went with my Dad. Once we were secluded enough, Dad spoke again.

"I'll get straight to the point. You've received an offer from a hero who'd like to take you on." Dad told Izuku. 

"Wait, seriously, who?!" He asked.

"Yes, the hero's name is Gran Torino." The name sent a chill down my spine. Gramps?! "He taught at this school back in my day, but only for one year. In fact, the man was my homeroom teacher. He knows about One For All, as well... Actually, I suspect that's the reason he asked for you." I watched as Izuku's face went from excited to super excited. "This guy sounds totally awesome!" Then he came back down to Earth. "Wait. So, he knows how your Quirk works too? But how?"

"Gran Torino was the sworn friend of my predecessor. He retired a long time ago, so I forget to count him among the people that know." That's when Dad started shaking. I remembered the first time I met Gran Torino. It was one of the times Mom had been working and Gran Torino had come for a visit. I had only been three years old at the time, but he had told me he'd trained both my Dad and my Mom, to which Mom confirmed he had been practically a Dad to her after her own parents had passed away.  Dad had always been intimidated by him, but to me, it was Gramps, the same man who had been just as much a part of my life from the beginning as Dad had. "Is this because I wrote about you in the letter I sent him? Or did he watch the festival and think that my teaching was inadequate? If he went so far as to use his old hero name when making the offer... It's scary! Too scary!"

"Been a while since you freaked out over Gramps..." I trailed off under my breath.

"Wait, Gramps?" Izuku asked me. I nodded.

"He taught Dad and my Mom and he's been in my life since before she died." I explained. "He's the closest thing I have to a grandparent." I answered.

"Dammit, legs, stop shaking!" I heard Dad growl, but he was only freaking out Midoriya more. "Anyway, it is my duty to train you. But, since you got an offer, you should work with him this week if that's what your heart says. Anyway, h-h-here's the-the-the-the-the address." 

"You really gotta get a hold of yourself, Dad." I told him. He shook it off before looking at me.

"Did you already pick your agency, Hino?" He asked me after Midoriya thanked him and walked away. I nodded.

"Yeah, I'm going with Ember's agency."

"Be careful in Hosu City, Hinotori." I blinked at the use of my Dad's full name. He never usually calls me that... "I heard that the Hero Killer already attacked Young Iida's brother in Hosu. The next few times he'll be there, it'll be to kill."

"I'll be careful, Dad, I promise." I swore to him, knowing I probably wouldn't be able to keep it if Iida did what I thought he was going to do... It had been all over the news after the Sports Festival, what happened to our friend's older brother. The Hero Killer had been responsible for 17 hero deaths, and had injured 23 so badly, they'd never work as heroes again., Ingenium being the 24th victim to be left for dead. When I had gotten home, I did a little more research on The Hero Killer. Stain, as he was known, had been first known as a killer vigilante, Stendhall. After an encounter with the hero Knuckleduster, he changed his ideals from killing villains to killing those he considered to be sham heroes. His M.O.? Critically injuring the first hero he came a cross to send a warning before killing three other heroes in the same city, after which, he would move on and the process would start all over again... That chilled me more than any villain could...

The next morning, we were all gathered at the train station. "Everyone has their hero costumes, right?" Aizawa asked us. "Remember, you don't have permission to wear them out in public yet, and don't lose them or anything." 

"Gotcha!" Mina exclaimed, holding up her case as she hopped onto one foot.

"Speak properly! It's 'Yes, sir', Ashido." Aizawa reprimanded. 

"Yes, sir." Mina sulked. 

"Make sure you mind your manners with he other heroes during your internships. Now, get to it." Aizawa told us.

"Yes, sir." We all echoed, but I noticed the look in Iida's eyes and my stomach dropped at the sight. He was planning on going after Stain if the two crossed paths... Shit... I walked with Iida towards the station we were leaving toward.

"Yagi? You're going to Hosu too?" He asked once he noticed me. I nodded.

"Yeah, the agency I chose is my Mom's old one. There's a hero there that has a fire quirk similar to mine, and since I need more control over my flames, I'm going to learn from her." I answered.

"Iida, wait!" We both stopped at Izuku's voice, turning to face him. Ochaco and Izuku both joined us. "Hey, if you ever wanna talk or anything, just let us know." Ochaco nodded to affirm that she thought the same thing. "We're friends, right?" He asked. Iida smiled, though it was half what his normal smile was.

"Yes." He replied, reaffirming that we all were friends before he walked away. Ochaco and Izuku both looked as worried as I felt.

"I'll keep an eye on him, guys. It'll be okay." I tried to reassure them before I left, but even from a bit behind Iida, I could feel the urge to kill Stain coming off of Iida. In that moment, I should have tried harder to get him to tell Izuku and Ochaco the truth, how he was feeling. In the days to come, my biggest regret would be not being there for him...

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Your Wish Is My Command

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Emerson!Reader

Word Count: 4.6k

Warnings: 18+, self-harm, scars, dirty talk, oral (f receiving), fingering (f receiving), p in v, spanking (kinda), grinding, thigh riding, missionary, doggy, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, first time (for reader), unprotected sex (wrap it up!), creampie, manhandling, hair pulling, praise kink.

Summary: The older sister of Gareth Emerson has been the unlucky soul that is Eddie Munson's last hope for passing O'Donalds class. You agree to tutor him, but you don't remember him being the terror that bullied you anymore.

Authors Note: I'm aware that Gareth doesn't have a canon last name but I loved Emerson so much so please don't hate! I was inspired to write this while listening to Queen- Good Old Fashion Lover Boy and it's a song that my character would listen to, every part will have a different song that goes with it, if y'all want, I can create a playlist with songs I think Eddie listens to and y/n! Also, this is the first fanfic that I'm posting online so please don't bully me :). I try not to use "y/n" too much because I hate it, so pet names it is! This is the first part of a series, if you want to read more show this post some love! <3

(p.s. I also read over this a bunch of times so I hope there are no typos or grammar issues if there are any I'm sorry! Happy Reading!)

-GreenTea

February 6th, 1986

“Good afternoon Miss Emerson! I hope you’re ready for this unit on Shakespeare!” You give her a smile and nod. Walking to your assigned seat, “There is something I have been meaning to speak to you about.” This is strange, she never talks to you about much other than her class. “I know you might not enjoy doing this, but I would like for you to tutor Mr. Munson. I refuse to have him in my class another year and I need him to pass so he can graduate.” What? You wanted to scream out and tell her no, but you can’t. 

“Sure! I wouldn’t mind tutoring Eddie!” You have got to be kidding me, this is the actual worst, what will mom and dad think?

“Great! I will let Mr. Munson know, after class, I will get you a packet to go over with him. I want both of you to meet after school today” She seemed all too giddy but inside you wanted to tell her to find someone else, but there probably was no one else who wanted to tutor him. The class was still about 15 minutes from starting but you pulled out your textbook and notes, looking over the last few pages in case there was a surprise pop quiz. Not even a few minutes later, Eddie walks through the door causing a disruption in the peaceful classroom. 

“Oh great! Mr. Munson, Miss Emerson has agreed to tutor you. I want both of you to meet after school today” She looked like she could barely contain her excitement over a student she wanted out of her classroom. He nodded his head and headed towards you.

“What’s gotten into you? You normally are late to class,” you say sarcastically, scoffing at him when he sat down at the desk next to yours and turned it towards you.

“Can I level with you here princess, I know you’re currently struggling to keep up in math so let's say that you help me with English and I’ll teach you my tricks for Mr. Smith’s class? Sound good?” He sounded a bit hurt, but he had his normal annoying voice that he knows ticks you off but how did he know you were struggling?

“Don’t call me princess… hey Munson, are you good? You just aren’t acting like yourself?” Several other students entered the classroom, including Eddie’s bully Jason and his girlfriend Chrissy. You quickly shifted your attention to your notes and brought your hand up to your face to put a barrier between your eyes and Eddie.

He scoffed and dropped his head and said under his breath, “Yeah. Just peachy.”. As the both of you go back to not acknowledging each other's existence. The rest of the period was pretty much the same, uneventful, that is until Eddie got bored of Shakespeare and decided to start passing notes. 

“Hi”

“Hi.”

“I’m bored”

“Pay attention.”

"U R no fun. Meet me under the bleachers after class?”

You read the last note he sent you and looked over at him in annoyance. You were scribbling out your response when Miss O’Donalds speaks up, “I hope those notes are pertaining to the tutoring you will be doing later, Mr. Munson and Miss Emerson.” You crumple the note and stuff it into your bag. Ashamed that you were just caught passing notes with Eddie and went back to pretending that you couldn’t see Eddie brazenly staring at you out of the corner of your eye. This continued until the class was over where you headed towards Mr. Smith's class, and where you had hoped Eddie will go too as you physically felt him follow close behind you, like many days before. Today was different, as you start to turn down the hall to go to math class you are tugged to continue walking towards the doors that lead outside. 

“Hey!” You struggle in defiance.

“Calm down princess, you can miss one class.” He let go of your backpack and grabbed your wrist once the cold February air hit the both of you. Leading you straight to the bleachers on the football field. “I wanted to talk to you.”

“What could Eddie Munson want to say to me?” You sounded much ruder than you wanted to but he still continued. Finally getting to below the bleachers where he pulled out a cigarette and lit it taking a few puffs before offering it to you. You shivered, regretting your choice of wearing a skirt, it was colder than you thought.

“Firstly, rude. Secondly, thank you. It means a lot that you accepted to tutor me-“

“You don’t need to thank me-“ as you decline the offer.

“But I actually do, I asked Miss O’Donald to help me find a tutor and she said you were my last option. I didn’t think you’d help me considering you hate me.” Again Eddie had become closed off again like he did in class.

“What? I don't hate you.” You pretend to not know he picked on you for years. He never looked sad to you, but right now he looked very much not like his normal dorky self. “Eddie…”

“No, it’s cool princess. I totally understand that Little Miss Perfect doesn’t want to be seen interacting with the town freak.” He took another puff, and look down, kicking up the dirt and the little bit of snow leftover from the last snow of the season.

“Edward Munson, I swear to god if you don’t drop this pity party I won't help you graduate!” You had had enough, and you just wanted to get to class considering it was about to start and how cold it was. “Have you ever considered that maybe I want to actually help you graduate? I know that the only class that is keeping you from graduating is English and lucky for you I just so happen to be good at it.” Your teeth were chattering by how cold you were and your sudden confidence to put Eddie in his place. For the first time in a long time, Eddie was speechless, no witty remarks, no scoffing, nothing.

You glared at him, expecting him to let you get up and leave but you felt him grab your wrist and pull you back down to his squatting position. The both of you were face to face, his face kinda cocked to the side to examine your face but you really couldn’t read his expression. The long drag he took of his cigarette was blown into your face and he watched as you sputtered the smoke away. He took off his leather jacket, and denim vest combo, and placed it around your shoulders. The jacket was warm enough to stop you shivering and he smiled.

“You are constantly surprising me, Sweetheart, it’s not every day I let people call me that.” He laughed, making you blush, from embarrassment? Or something else? You tried to pull away again because you are starting to feel something… something you really haven't felt before, “Where are you going, sweetheart? We’ve already missed Mr. Smith’s class so we better enjoy this alone time while we have the chance.” He pulled you down until you hit the ground and he joined you in a criss-cross position, snuffing out his cigarette

“Alone time? What do you mean Munson?” He pulled you closer.

“You know exactly what I mean Emerson.” It was barely enough for you to hear because he was in your face, you could basically taste the awful cigarette he had in his mouth. You could tell that your face was covered in a deep-set blush, you’d never been this close to anyone before. His deep eyes watched you looking for a sign of weakness and he finally found it when you glanced at his lips. You’ve never really noticed how full they look, and nice…. But he had already pulled you into a kiss by the collar of his jacket. It was surprising but nice? Eddie Munson… nice? No way, but you didn’t exactly pull away. He dragged you on top of himself, making you crawl into his lap, straddling him. You really couldn’t form a coherent thought, until Eddie shifted under you, feeling something hard hitting a certain bundle of nerves just the right way that you gasped, allowing him to explore your mouth with his tongue. You can taste the cigarette on his breath more and smell a faint cologne, like it had been put on hours ago and not reapplied but it was all intoxicating. When Eddie pulled away he let out a deep laugh that made you worry, did you do something wrong?

“Oh Sweetheart, the things that you do to me…” The look on your face was something he wanted to see forever, a mix of anger, confusion, and just enough flustered by the intimate act. “As much as I’m enjoying this, I think you would rather not get caught with me right?”. He was right, what on earth do you think you were just doing. ”So… meet me in the auditorium for a continuation of our ‘study session’?” 

“Yea- Yeah… “ you really didn’t know how to come up with an answer for no… so you agreed. Walking back to the school, and handing him his jacket back, "Here, thank you, Eddie."

—-----

You debated on just leaving and going home, but Gareth had already found a ride and you told your mom you would be home late tonight anyway, so what was the harm in going? You did promise to help Eddie graduate after all. So after your last period, you headed towards the auditorium, opening one of the few that head backstage, you had been back there countless times to retrieve your brother after his childish game that he plays with Eddie and the rest of their club but today was different. Today you were going to be backstage alone with Eddie for who knows how long, reading Shakespeare of all things. The area where Hellfire normally plays is dark, there is only the ghost light on and Eddie is nowhere to be found. You weren’t going to lie to yourself, being back here with dim lights was scary and it set your nerves on edge if they weren’t already. 

“OK Eddie, stop playing around!” You shout into the darkness hoping he would give up. You set your bag onto the table and picked out a seat to sit in, you chose the one Gareth normally sits in, right by Eddie's crafted throne. The ghost light that was right above you suddenly turned off and you were left in complete darkness. “OK Eddie, this isn’t funny!” your tone sounding slightly more scared. You could feel your heart racing, you got up from your seat and tried to look around to find a source of light, seeing the dim exit sign above one of the doors. The red light was just enough to see the outlines of objects backstage and see something move just outside of the light. Just as you were about to plead to Eddie one more time you felt hands wrap around your waist pulling you into a kiss. 

“Relax, it’s just me sweetheart.” You could barely make out the cocky grin on his face from the red lighting but you knew it was there. 

“Very funny Munson, now turn on the lights.” Who did this boy think he is? You’re just his tutor, nothing more and he keeps…kissing you.

“Only if you say please.” He taps the tip of your nose.

“Eddie… please turn on the lights.” you sounded exasperated.

“Anything you want sweetheart.” He kissed you one more time and then trotted over to his seat. Picking up a small switchboard, and turning on the lights. It looked significantly cleaner than you remember it being, with no cans of soda, no bits of food on the floor, and most importantly no dorky kids… aside from Eddie.

“Ready for Shakespeare?”. You were a little more than excited to read what Miss O’Donald had assigned for the week. “Venus and Adonis” you could hardly contain your excitement that you smiled widely and giggled. Opening up your textbook and the little notes you were able to write down in class, looking at the first note that Miss. Donalds had written on the packet she handed to you at the end of class today ‘MAKE SURE HE IS MATURE ABOUT THIS’ in big-bold red right at the top of the page. There was no way he didn’t notice it but you pretended not to see it. “Let’s get started shall we?”

You had begun to copy your notes for Eddie to study later on, while he pretended to read the first half of the assignment. It wasn’t long before he started sighing and groaning in annoyance. He kept this up until finally, he said, “I’m bored!” 

You shot up a gaze at him, “I’m almost finished, just read, it’s not hard.” Eddie didn’t like this answer. He reached his arm out to snatch your face pulling you up from your seat with his forceful grip. Once he has you standing he pulls at your hips causing you to take a seat right on his lap. “Actually, I think I want you to read it to me.”. You tried to get up, blushing furiously, only to be bounced right back on his lap, causing him to groan and a small moan to escape your lips. 

“Why don’t you be a good princess and read for your knight?” Eddie’s hands found their way to your waist keeping you in place as you leaned forward to pick up the textbook and once you had it in your hands he shifted you backwards onto his lap, the sturdy fabric of his jeans and his raging hard-on put just enough pressure on your clit to draw out another small sigh. 

You had begun to read. It wasn’t long before you felt Eddie’s hands wander. His first stop was your breast, for a couple of lines he groped until he got bored, grinding against your core making you stutter. Eddie shifted you over to his thigh, making you grind on him. You were glad that you decided to wear a skirt today.

“If you stop reading, I stop too princess, keep going.” So you continued, you could feel the heat pooling in your panties, becoming soaked and leaving damp spots on Eddie’s jeans as he helped move your hips to give you friction just where you wanted it. “That’s it princess, use my thigh to get yourself off.”

Between every few words now you moan just slightly and continue reading. You need to catch your breath, you stop for a moment and so does Eddie. You let out a whimper and tried to resume riding his thigh but he stopped you.

“Just read Princess, it’s not that hard.” He spat out the words who had just said to him minutes ago. “Or do you need some help?” You gulped, and resumed your reading and you found Eddie’s fingers just making it under the hem of your skirt. You couldn’t help the shameful way you used his thigh but you’ve never really felt this before… it was like you had to be released, from what exactly, you don’t know.

“I think you need some help,” his hand finally made it up and around you, brushing over your panties and making quick work to find the little bundle of nerves and start to graze over it. Taking in a sharp breath but you still continued to read, that’s when he didn’t like that reaction. He got both of you up and sat you on the table, the surprising movement made you yelp. Still reading Eddie had begun to lift up your skirt,

“WAIT EDDIE!”. You had forgotten where you took your frustrations out on your body. He stops and lets go of you but it's not what you wanted. “I’m sorry it’s not you, I just have…. I don’t want you to see.” 

He looks confused, “I want you to continue, I just don’t… I don't want you to dwell on them.” he was even more confused.

“Dwell on what sweetheart? If this means your just afraid because you're a virgin we can stop-” . 

“NO! It’s not that!” You closed your eyes and sighed, lifting up your skirt, littering your upper thighs were scars. Some healed over and some that look fairly new, Eddie looked sad. “Y/n… what happened?”

You were ashamed, “Would you believe me if I said I had more than a few skeletons in the closet? I don’t really want to talk about it right now, let’s talk about it later okay?” You brought him into a hug, “I want to continue, please Eddie.”

“Okay, just let me know if you want to stop.”  All that’s keeping you from what you want now is the pair of panties you have on which Eddie takes a moment to take in along with the many scars, he dips his head down and starts to kiss each one.

“Continue Princess…”  you picked up the book again and started reading, the peppering of kisses on your thighs was more than enough to rekindle the fire inside of you. His kisses slowly started to find their way to your inner thigh, almost right where you needed that sweet friction again, your heart was beating out of your chest, and the words on the page came out breathy and almost inaudible.

“Speak up Princess, I can’t hear you.” You could feel the fabric of your panties shift. “Look at that, so perfect and wet, just for me.” If the words he didn’t just say didn’t make you melt, him taking one long lap on your core did.

“Ah!” The sudden foreign feeling was something you were mortified about and didn’t want to stop, between the soft moans escaping you continuing to read. His tongue expertly found your clit and played with it just the right way. You shift the book to one hand, needing to ground yourself on something, finding Eddie’s hair to be the perfect place to rest your hand. Your fingers entangled into his curly dark hair and unconsciously pulled on it. You felt the slight groan that vibrated into you, yet you still continued to read.

Eddie needed a way to make you break, to stop reading and tease you. So he continued his assault on your clit with his tongue and moved one of his hands that were keeping your thighs open. With how aroused you already were, sliding the first two fingers into your core was no problem. His fingers explored your dripping arousal, finding a spot that made you gasp and moan out his name. Once he found it, he abused it, making obscene sounds that surely anyone in the room could hear. You stopped reading because there was a new feeling building within you, something that was about to snap,

“Eddie. I- stop, something!” The words weren’t forming but he continued his work on your core. His tongue and fingers were too stimulating. Eddie knew you were close, with the way you clamped down on just two fingers, so he decided to give you this one pass. You dropped the book, making a loud crash to the floor, and let your other hand join the one tangled in his hair. 

“Eddie, please! I-“ you tug harder on him and the vibration from his groaning was just enough to snap that knot forming inside of you. Letting out one last moan of his name and coming undone. You feel your legs shaking, and you fall back onto the table, unable to keep yourself up. Eddie continued his motions until he was satisfied that you rode out the orgasm on his face.

He stood up and helped you back into a sitting pot on the table and smiled up at you, “I’ve never had that happen before!”.  His face glistened with your wetness, the sight of it making you turn away and blush. He stood up and turned your face back to his, kissing you. You can taste your arousal on his lips, and then he pulls away. “You taste amazing by the way.” You're still panting from the sudden overstimulation. “Now it’s my turn Princess, are you ready?”

Eddie picked back up the book and handed it to you, taking this as a sign to keep reading. He decided to start by latching himself to a sensitive spot on your neck. Hearing the sound of his signature handcuff belt unbuckle, and a zipper. He stopped once he was satisfied that he had left enough of a mark on your chest only for you to see. 

On the last word you looked at Eddie, he had his dick in his hand, giving it a few strokes while looking at your trembling figure, you didn’t know if you were shaking because of the excitement or your post-orgasm but to Eddie it was hot. 

“Are you sure you want to do this? I don’t have a condom?” You shook your head yes. “No sweetheart, tell me with your words.”

“Yes, Eddie, god please, I trust you. I want you to fuck me.” The words almost didn’t feel like your own as it came from your mouth.

“No, I’m not going to fuck you, I’m going to make love to you Princess.” He whispered to you, his words made you feel ashamed… although you wouldn’t admit it, you knew he has been pinning over you for quite some time. Sure, your relationship when you first met him was filled with malice but now, you won’t admit that you’ve been catching feelings for him as well.

It didn’t matter when he lined up to your entrance and began to take a few experimental thrusts through your folds to cover his cock in your juices. “Good girl, just keep reading.” He said as he slowly pushed himself through your entrance. The intrusion stung but the feeling of his cock finally being inside of you made you moan as well as him. Inch by inch he rocked into you, finally feeling him slow when getting to the base, he was so snug against you, filling you up just right. “Shit Princess, you feel so good around me.”

You whimpered out the next few lines as Eddie begins to move, at a slow and deep pace. Each time he thrusted into you, you felt him bottoming out, and with each thrust stumbling over the words. You had begun to feel that knotting sensation similar to the one before, making everything feel much more intense. Eddie had quickened his pace, which erupted a slew of moans and cries from you, losing your balance and dropping the book. Eddie stopped completely, making you cry out in frustration when he stopped your wiggling to get any kind of movement. He exited you, picking up the textbook and bending you over the table, giving your ass a smack and then kneading on it.

“Find the page.” He whispered to you, this was unbelievably difficult. Be you had no idea what you were reading let alone the page number.

“Ed-Eddie, I can’t.” You sobbed out. Without warning he slammed back into you, making you and the table lunge forward. 

“Then I guess you’re going to have to beg me to make love to you.” He laughed down at you. No way, you weren’t going to bed him. So you kept quietly whimpering hoping he would take pity on you and satisfy you again. “Now, now princess, I’ll give you everything you want, just beg for it.” This man was insane… 

“Eddie please!”

“Please what Princess?”

“Eddie please make love to me, I want everything!” You were practically a dog begging for scraps, and he obliged, the sound of him mercilessly fucking you into the table was echoing throughout the auditorium, with the chorus of your moaned-out begging and his grunts of approval. He turned you on your back, so he could latch himself onto your lips, feeling him get a bit unstable with his thrusts until he slowed down to an antagonizing slow pace.

“Does that feel good?” He grunted out, he looked like an angel with the lighting around his hair that curtained over his face. 

“Yes Eddie, it feels so good.” You wondered how he might like a pet name that he aptly gives to you depending on some circumstances. “You feel so good, Master!”. There, you almost felt him tense up and get even harder than he already was inside of you.

“What was that Princess? Keep doing that!” He hisses out as he began to fuck you again at a faster pace.

“Yes Master, please- you are doing so good! Don’t stop!”. Eddie knew with all of the begging, how great you felt around his cock and the new title of Master,  that he wasn’t going to last for very much longer. You were also close to reaching your second orgasm but you had to cum before him, so he reached down and began expertly rubbing against your clit. 

“Master please, I’m gonna-“ this only made Eddie double down on his worship of you. That familiar feeling of something about to erupt grew stronger.

“Go ahead, cum on my cock Princess.” With his permission you gladly did, your pussy throbbing, spasming around him. “Fuck. Yes, Princess. Can I come in you?” 

“Yes! God yes! Eddie, I please cum in me!” He kept his sporadic thrusting until he finally came. Pulling you into a kiss, and burying himself deep inside of you. Hot white ropes coated your insides as he cummed with a loud guttural moan. For a few moments, he stayed right there, with his cock buried deep inside of you, holding you as your breath became steady again.

“That was hot as fuck y/n, I think I’m in love with you.” He broke the silence, with a huge grin on his face. “Are you ok?” 

“Ye-yeah, I’m good…Thank you Eddie.” 

“Thank me? Noooo, no, thank you, sweetheart, that was totally unexpected!” He pulled you into another kiss, your lips were already red and abused. “Shit, wait. I came in you, are you on birth control or anything?”. He pulled himself out of you and stuffed himself back in his pants.

“Shit! No, Eddie. I’m not!” The reality of the situation just hit both of you.

“Hey, it’s okay. We can go to the store and pick up a Plan B, but right now you look so hot with my cum dripping out of you.” He bent down and scooped up some of the cum that had leaked down your thigh, shoving it back in and then bringing his fingers up to your mouth to lick clean. Tasting the mixture of yourself and his cum on his fingers was hot.

“Hey Eddie, has it been the whole time?” The “I love you” didn’t go unnoticed by you… you thought maybe he has always felt this way.

“The whole time sweetheart..” you pull him into an embrace, this felt different. You've known Eddie for years, and each encounter with him all led up to this moment, how light-headed you felt just enjoying his touch. “Now let’s get you cleaned up and we’ll head to the store then we will continue studying.” He laughed.

“Oh yeah? Continue studying huh?” You question him.

“Oh yeah, my girl said she’d help me graduate, so that’s exactly what we are gonna do!” He kissed you again.

“Your girl?” you raised an eyebrow at him and laughed.

“Do you expect me not to be obsessed with you after that?” 

“Okay, but we have to keep this", you gestured to both Eddie and yourself, “a secret. If anyone figures out about this, I can kiss my life goodbye.”

“Okay! but not forever! I’m telling the whole world after we graduate that you are mine!” He playfully nibbles at your neck, causing you to giggle.

“Yeah, we will see Munson.” As you continued to giggle under his touch.

[raphael-angele]

SPOILERS: Teen Justice Issue 2 Is Now Out (Finally) Part 2

Here's Part 1. Read it before this one cuz I'll only be talking about the second half of the comic

Deja Vu 3

The way Laurel (and Jess) would just drop everything and go help Talia, no questions asked is top tier Super Sons deja vu.

I will not stop comparing the two of them to Damian and Jon. I know they're two very different pairs but I can't stop thinking about what could've happened and what might have been if Jon didn't leave.

Talia was trained by both Batwoman AND the League of Assassins

This gets me thinking, what age did Talia leave the League to go live with her mother?

Cuz if I remember correctly, both in animated and in the comics, Damian wasn't trained by Bruce. (I'm not updated with ALL the comics). And he went on becoming Robin without his training. So if Talia met her mom at an earlier age (maybe 7 or 8), Batwoman may have given her a bit of training before putting her out on the field, regardless of her training with the LOA.

Either that, or it's referred that she's still currently training under her.

Klari's suspicion of Raven

Klari is suspicious of Raven. And I'm starting to think she wont be too fond of him till next issue (I'll say why later).

She doesn't trust him and I get that. That's been implied since the first issue when she said, "Sure, let's get excited when someone, who doesn't even likes us, shows up". And I think she thinks Raven didn't join cuz he just hates them, and not because he doesn't wanna hurt them cuz he knows people who get too close to him get hurt.

"Don't get misdirected by your team dynamics" What does that mean exactly? Does it mean Klari's instincts/powers are different from when she's alone and when she's with her team? Her powers start to really look like Raven's.

Laurel's powers

Few things

Laurel, sweetheart, you can see their bones. Of course they're dead.

That's possible? Is it in her X-Ray or her Heat Vision powers? How is it possible that Laurel can see people's auras? (That's Raven's job). And if she can see their auras, can she turn that on and off or can she see it inevitably?

The adults are dead, the kids turned into old people because their energies were taken from them...sound familiar?

His Undecided

I don't care what anyone says, Troy calling Raven his undecided is the cutest thing that's happened in this comic. Friend? Boyfriend? Nope, that's his undecided.

Troy, don't leave him unattended. Your undecided is picking fights. P.S. if you go into a bookstore with him, holding his hand ain't enough; tie a balloon to his wrist so you don't lose him.

Troy, please tell me you see him more than an emo boy. Please. He is so much more than that and if you actually mean that, I will slap you.

Raven...please tell me you understood the assignment.

Please tell me that you knew that this was just his way of protecting you and getting you out of there cuz he knew that if you didn't, something bad would happen to you and he wouldn't have been able to forgive himself for it.

Please tell me you knew that and you didn't think he actually hates you.

He loves him

You willingly waited 90 minutes to check? 90 minutes...damn.

And if it hasn't been implied yet, he loves him. With all his heart, he does. He will do anything for Donald Troy and nothing will stop him.

Okay, maybe that was an overstatement

It's okay, Raven, you'll get him back. You guys will figure it out and you'll get your undecided back. Just calm down cuz your emotions are all over the place

Look, even Teekl is scared.

BONUS:

Not part of Teen Justice #2 but related

As you should know, I am obsessed with genderbent DC. And I make up headcanons about Teen Justice sometimes. One of which is their heights and ages, as I've said here

So here are my headcanons for their heights and ages. (I can't put the picture since I've reached my limit)

Klarienne: 12 yo (Appearance based) - 154 cm (5'1 ft)

Laurel: 12 yo - 170 cm (5'7 ft)

Talia: 15 yo - 156 cm (5'1 ft)

Jess: 16 yo - 166 cm (5'5 ft)

Raven: 16/17 yo - 170 cm (5'7 ft)

Donny: 17 yo - 178 cm (5'8 ft)

Jacqui: 17 yo - 168 cm (5'5 ft)

But then I remembered this pic existed:

I refuse to believe Jess is shorter than Talia. They're not. Even if Talia is wearing platform shoes, she's cannot be taller than Jess and Jacqui.

I'd also like to think Klari wears heels. She doesn't but I like to think she does. And Laurel, baby girl, you know flying wont make you taller, right?

So Laurel is taller than Talia, Talia and Klari are around the same height. Talia and Klari are the shortest ones. Raven is as tall as Donny but Donny is taller.

Also, the height difference between Jess and Donny in this picture is akrhlsicbwhfidve. Like wtf? That's got to be at least 2 feet.

[anthony-sharma]

Six of Crows Reread - Ch. 15

Chapter 15: Matthias

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“The thought to bring Nina a cup entered his head, and he crushed it. He didn’t need to tend to her or tell Brekker that she could use relief. He clenched his fingers, looking at the scabbed knuckles. She had seeded such weakness in him.”

He really cannot helo being a decent human being. And no Brum or drüskelle brainwashing could relieve him of his inherent kindness. 

“I don’t know Fjerdan, and we need the details right,” Wylan said. “Helvar should do it.” He drew back when he saw Matthias’ expression. “I’m just doing my job. Stop glaring at me.”

But doesn’t he say later on that he does know Fjerdan and even sings the Fjerdan national anthem or something of the sort? *inserts Opra’s “what is the truth?” meme*

“Part of him wondered if he could simply find a way to separate from the group once they got there, reveal their location, and thereby win his way back into the good graces of his government. Would anyone at the Ice Court even recognise him? He was probably believed to be dead, drowned in the shipwreck that had killed his closest friends and Commander Brum. He had no proof of his true identity. He would be a stranger who had no business in the Ice Court, and by the time he got anyone to listen—

“You’re holding back,” Brekker said, his dark eyes trained on Matthias.

Matthias ignored the shiver that passed through him. Sometimes it was like the demon could read minds. “I’m telling you what I know.””

I don’t remember, now that I think about it, if we got an explanation on how Brum survived the shipwreck. We know Matthias survived because he got hold of a piece of wood from the ship and had Nina’s help to get to shore, but Brum probably did not have that kind of help (unless he forced a Grisha to do it and killed him or her afterwards), so now I’m curious on how he did it. 

On another note, maybe it’s not that Kaz can read minds and more like Matthias just shows all emotions on his face? Just saying...

“Kaz sat up straighter. “Who’s watching Inej?”

“Rotty,” she said. “I’ll go back in a minute. I just needed some air. And don’t feign concern for Inej when you’re planning to send her climbing up six storeys of chimney with only a rope and a prayer.”

“The Wraith can manage it.”

“The Wraith is a sixteen-year-old girl currently lying unconscious on a table. She may not even survive the night.”

“She will,” said Kaz, and something savage flashed in his eyes. Matthias suspected that Brekker would drag the girl back from hell himself if he had to.”

Oooof, that’s rich coming from one of the only people who knows, for a fact, how physically impossible it is for Kaz not to care about Inej. But I totally also get her point that it is such a risky move, taking into account that she’s not okay yet to make such a climb and they don’t know at this point, if she’ll be okay enough to make it. 

Also, Matthias’ assessment of how Kaz would drag her back if he had to is so on point! I feel like half of him would die if Inej did too. 

“Who is Pekka Rollins?” Matthias asked, turning the ridiculous syllables over in his mouth. Kerch names had no dignity to them. He knew that the man was a gang leader and that he lined his pockets with proceeds from the Hellshow. That was bad enough, but Matthias sensed there was more.”

It’s gonna be interesting to see how they’ll handle this considering that in the show Matthias definitely knows who Pekka is. Will he fake to not know who he is? Will he provide them with information that the Crows might not know?

“What she said made sense, but it unnerved him. In Fjerda women didn’t talk this way, didn’t speak of military or strategic matters. But Nina had always been like that.

“We enter from the north as planned,” Kaz said.

Jesper knocked his head against the hull and cast his eyes heavenward. “Fine. But if Pekka Rollins kills us all, I’m going to get Wylan’s ghost to teach my ghost how to play the flute just so that I can annoy the hell out of your ghost.”

Brekker ’s lips quirked. “I’ll just hire Matthias’ ghost to kick your ghost’s ass.”

“My ghost won’t associate with your ghost,” Matthias said primly, and then wondered if the sea air was rotting his brain.”

I’m curious as to why he liked Nina given that she was everything that he was told to hate and not like in a Fjerdan woman. And even though he later on tried to hate those things in her, he just couldn’t do it. He admired her too much for that. 

Also, they are such children in that last scene. They are discussing how to break into a high security prison, but then talk about beating each other’s ass like it’s nothing, it’s really fascinating seeing how their brains can switch from such serious matters to the most ridiculous topics of conversation. 

Next up...we find out how Inej’s being doing through all of this craziness.

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“Spotlight” - Idol!Koushi Sugawara x reader

Summary: They used to be close when they were kids, but as time went on they grew more and more apart. After high school, they went their separate ways without even so much as a goodbye. What will they think after meeting up again after so long? 

Word Count: 5200+

Warnings: not much of any, slight angst

a/n: not proofread. Also I don’t know how idols or idols-the-like work. This is a bit of an older story, I wrote a while ago. 

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Chapter One

“We’ll be best friends forever right, Suga?” A small girl asked a young boy with silver hair who had been standing next to her.

He turned to her and grinned as big as he possibly could. “Yep. Forever.”

The girl followed in his footsteps and grinned then brought the boy into a tight hug which caused them both to tumble to the grass.

They pulled away, their laughter filling the summer air as the sun shined down on them with gentle rays.

A grown woman laid on her bed, positioned on her stomach as she watched a live performance on her phone. She watched a young man with silver hair, standing on stage singing one of the most beautiful songs she’d ever heard.

Her memories were flooding back just like every other time she had watched him sing.

She remembered them as children, playing at the park, when life was simpler. Oh how she had wished she could go back to those days.

The woman watched the performance come to an end, making her wish for more.

“Forever huh?”

______

Y/N was awoken to the sound of her alarm. She begrudgingly turned over to face her nightstand and picked up her phone then turned off the alarm.

She plopped her face into her pillow as she laid there for a few minutes before willing herself out of bed.

It was roughly 6:15 in the morning and she started working at 7:30. Since it would take her a bit to get to work, Y/N woke up earlier than was really necessary.

The young woman headed to her bathroom to brush her teeth and that was how her day began.

After that, she got dressed, grabbed her bag and headed out the door.

As she was locking her door, a much older woman approached from the right.

“Good morning, Dear.”

Y/N turned her head. “Good Morning, Ms. Sachiko.”

The old woman smiled. “Did you get enough sleep last night?”

“I slept well enough.” Y/N responded bashfully as she rubbed the back of her neck.

Ms. Sachiko shook her head a bit. “You need to take better care of yourself. I know that Sugawara character is attractive and a good singer, but if you keep staying up late to watch his performance, you might pass out on the street somewhere.”

Y/N suddenly felt her cheeks flare with heat. “I-I have no idea w-what you’re talking about.” She then tried to look anywhere else except at the smirking old lady then she looked down to her watch. “Oh would you like at the time, I’d better get going or I’ll be late! See ya later, Ms. Sachiko!”

And just like that Y/N took off down the apartments and down the street.

Once she was clear of the apartment complex, Y/N slowed her jog to a casual walk.

‘She knows me too well…” She thought to herself then quickly shaking her head of her thoughts.

Soon she saw the familiar sign of the bus stop and waited next to it. It was a rather nice neighborhood so she didn’t worry too much about the people around her getting on the bus as well.

The bus showed up a few minutes later, and Y/N was quick to board.

She took a seat next to the window, watching the buildings pass as the morning sun was shining brightly. The way the light reflected off the glass building always reminded Y/N of those animated movies she loved, the ones that make everything look so beautiful and simple.

While her life wasn’t so difficult, sometimes she thought it could be better. Especially since everyday she thought of the same person. He was the first thing she thought about when she'd wake up and the last thing when she’d fall asleep.

Her dear friend Koushi Sugawara, who was a famous singer.

Who would have thought? She used to be close friends with the guy. Though no one would believe her if she told them. And if they did, they’d probably think she was in love with him or something.

But it wasn’t like that. Y/N just found herself missing his presence, his smile, his laugh, the times they used to spend together.

They were just friends. So there was no way she could be in love with him.

Right?

Y/N stepped off the bus, lightly jogging down the sidewalk and then stood in front of a much smaller building. One only about ten stories tall compared to all the curround 20 or more story tall buildings.

She took a hold of the metal door handle, and swung open the glass door. It was a bit warm outside so she was thankful that it was a little cooler inside the office building.

The young woman casually walked over to the already opened elevator and hopped inside as she thought it might close on her at any minute.

Her eyes watched as a few more people she didn’t recognize, crowd inside the elevator. A couple of them pressing a different floor than her own.

And bracing herself, Y/N felt the metal box shift as it lifted them from the ground floor and up.

As Y/N waited for the elevator to reach her floor, she felt her phone buzz in her back jean pocket. She reached back and swiftly pulled the phone out.

Immediately she knew that it was an email, based on the logo of notification which wasn’t too exciting. However when she saw the subject title for the email, her heart nearly jumped from her chest.

Krimson Concerts.

She rushed to open the email and read through the text. In big, bold letters read; “Your VIP ticket is ready!”

The world seemed to stop for a split second before it all came rushing back. Y/N couldn’t help the enormous grin that was forcing on her face.

She knew she must have looked like a love sick idiot, but she could care less. It had been a full four months since she ordered her ticket and she wasn’t even sure that she’d get them but luck was on her side today!

Almost as soon as the elevator doors opened onto the third floor, Y/N rushed out and skipped down the path leading straight past the cubicles.

She was so excited that she even skipped all the way to her desk, stripping herself of her satchel and heading into the office kitchen.

The coffee pot was already sitting on top of the burner so Y/N grabbed ahold of the handle and poured herself some coffee into a paper cup. She didn't care much for bringing her own coffee mug.

“You’re in a good mood.” A voice said from behind.

Y/N whipped her head over her shoulder then smiled once she recognized the figure. Her dear friend Kiyoko.

“Well that’s because I just got an email from Krimson Concerts.” Y/N said, her grin growing in size.

Kiyoko leaned against the kitchen counter, crossing her arms over her chest. “And?”

The y/h/c looked up to meet Kiyoko’s eyes. “I got the VIP ticket.”

Kiyoko’s jaw almost dropped to the floor upon hearing that.

“I know, I know! I’m so excited!” Y/N giggled as she made sure to steady her coffee.

“Heck yeah! That’s awesome!” Kiyoko raised her hand up in a high five which Y/N reciprocated, smacking her hand against Kiyoko’s.

“So when’s the concert?” Kiyoko asked before trailing after Y/N as she made her way back to her desk.

Y/N set her cup on top of the cold surface of her workspace. “It’s later this afternoon, 4:30.”

“That’s so cool. And since it’s a VIP ticket, I bet the show is gonna be cooler than all his other concerts.” Kiyoko said, now leaning into the cubicle wall.

Y/N nodded after sipping her coffee. “I hope so, I didn't pay an extra thirty dollars for nothing.”

The young y/h/c proceeded to sit down in her computer chair, the squishy material compressing as Y/N rested all her weight on top of it.

“So anyway, besides the wonderful news of getting VIP tickets to an amazing concert, how was your date with Tanaka last night?” Y/N asked, watching in glee at the now slightly flustered Kiyoko.

The raven haired female fiddle with her hands. “It was really nice. He got all dressed up and took me to this really expensive restaurant.”

Y/N happily nodded in approval. “That sounds like a fun night. What’s it been like six months?”

“Yeah, going on seven.” Kiyoko bashfully replied.

“That’s awesome. You guys are so cute together.” Y/N stated as she was turning toward her computer to login.

Kiyoko giggled. “Thanks. It means a lot to have someone to talk to about these kinds of things.”

Y/N took another sip of coffee. “Don’t even worry about it. I know that you’d do the same for me.”

“You got that right.” Kiyoko smiled, lightly patting Y/N’s shoulder to emphasize her point. “Anyway, I’m gonna get to work. Let me know how the concert goes.”

“Sure thing!” Y/N nodded, as Kiyoko walked back over to her own desk.

______

Y/N was quickly packing things up when she checked her phone again. 3:30 pm.

“Ohh...I hope I can make it.” She mumbled to herself as she signed out of her work computer.

She slung her bag over her shoulder, and hurriedly made her way to the elevator. She lightly hopped in place while she waited anxiously for the elevator. Fortunately, the elevator wasn’t too far away as the doors opened nearly as soon as she pressed the button.

She stepped inside, alone this time, and pressed the button for the ground floor.

The woman continued to lightly bounce on her feet as the elevator made its way down. It could not go fast enough.

As soon as the doors opened, Y/N dashed out, accidentally bumping into someone and immediately apologizing as she was still backtracking towards the front door.

The summer sun brought a nice warm sensation on her skin as she stepped outside, a rather nice contrast to the chilly indoors of the office.

She leaped down the company steps, skipping a few stairs at a time. She didn’t even waste time with the rail.

When Y/N got down to the bustling street, she searched for a taxi and saw one approaching. She raised her hand out and the taxi drove up to the curb.

Quickly, she hopped in and looked at the driver. “Krimson Concert hall, please.”

The taxi driver nodded and immediately merged back in the lanes and started down the street.

Y/N could barely contain her excitement slash anxiousness the longer she was inside the taxi. Even though she had about an hour to get to the concert, her nerves just couldn’t relax. A small part of her wondered; was she anxious because she’d be in a large room with tons of people or was she anxious just to see him sing?

Who knows. It was probably a mixture of the two.

Traffic was starting to worsen the closer she got to the concert hall, so she ended up spending a half an hour in the backseat of the taxi. Which did nothing to ease the growing nervousness in the pit of her stomach.

“Sorry for the traffic, hope you won’t be late.” The taxi driver, who was a kind looking old man.

Y/N’s attention was suddenly drawn to the man after he spoke. She waved her hand in the air in dismissal. “Oh don’t worry about it! I still have plenty of time. Besides, it’s not like you can control the traffic.”

The old man smiled before he turned his gaze back to stare at the road, and just as he did the traffic light turned green and off they went again, down the street. Y/N looked at the lock screen; 4:15pm. This made her heart leap a little bit as she realized the concert was gonna start in fifteen minutes, but she was almost there. Just a few more-

“We’re here, Ms.” The taxi driver said, turning his head slightly to look at Y/N.

She sprinted out the taxi as soon as the words left his mouth. After she exited the car, she immediately turned to him and handed him the money.

When she went to walk away, the man was quick to stop her. “You gave me a little extra.”

The young woman smiled and waved her hands in the air again. “That’s alright, keep it! And you have a good day sir!”

Then she smiled his way and waved goodbye as she made her trip across the street.

The older man’s smile widened and he waved back. “Bless you, Ms.”

Y/N jogged up to the ticket booth, slightly startling the employee behind the glass. “I’m here to pick up my ticket. Last name L/N.”

“Okay...L/N…” The employee repeated, looking through a box of, what Y/N assumed to be already paid for tickets. When the young woman found Y/N’s ticket, her eyes lit up a bit. “You got the VIP?”

Y/N eagerly nodded.

The employee pulled out the ticket which was inside a plastic covering connected to a necklace clip. She placed it on the counter and slid it through the slot through the glass.

“Since you have a VIP ticket, as soon as you walk in, instead of going right; you’ll go left. It’ll take you to another section of the hall. They’ll ask for your ticket, just show it to them and you should be good.”

“Alright, thank you so much.” Y/N said as she slipped her VIP ticket badge on.

The employee right before Y/N walked away. “Enjoy the show!”

Y/N rushed through the hall doors along with a bustling crowd of people. Most of them were heading to the right door, but upon the instructions, Y/N went left.

A few more people were ahead of her but not many. There was a security guard standing in front of yet another door. When Y/N approached the guard, he spoke.

“Badge?”

Y/N politely lifted her’s up and received a nod of approval from quite the burly man. “You’re good.”

“Thank you.” She quickly replied, walking straight past him.

Just as the ticket booth employee had said, Y/N found herself in another section of the concert hall she had never been before. She found herself on the right most part of the hall, standing just a handful of rows away from the stage. Not once had Y/N ever been so close.

She had gone to other of Suga’s concerts before but since she always purchased regular tickets, she found herself always near the back of the hall. Still amazing, but the back nonetheless.

However, she knew that this particular concert had a special event and she wanted to experience it in full.

Especially when it involved Suga.

Y/N took out her phone to check the time again. 4:25pm. Good, the concert would start in five minutes.

She was so excited that she couldn’t help the grin spreading across her face. While she didn’t think of herself as an outrightly expressive person, emotionally, it was times like this that made her forget that a lot of the time, she was socially awkward.

Glancing all around her, Y/N noticed that most of the hall had been filled to the max. A few more people were filling in, but other than that everyone who bought a ticket was here.

Just then, the lights that had been illuminating the paths of the hall, were dimmed and bright neon lights were suddenly filling the area. Coupled with that an unfamiliar voice came over the speakers.

“Hello everybody! And welcome! I hope you all are excited because we have an awesome show to present to you guys tonight along with a special announcement for our VIP ticket holders!” The man’s voice rang out so loudly it was almost numbing.

He continued. “But enough about that! Let's give a welcome to the star of the night! The one, the only, the incredible super singer; Koushi Sugawara!”

The crowd exploded into a deafening roar of shouts and screams as Suga jogged out to the stage, all dressed up, an earpiece microphone hanging just next to his cheek, and happily waving to all his fans.

Unlike most of the crowd, Y/N resorted to not screaming. She just clapped.

“Are you guys excited or what?!” Suga excitedly asked, his voice being broadcasted through the speakers now.

In response to his question, the crowd once again went wild which in turn caused Suga to grin even wider.

After a few seconds the excited screams died down and Suga spoke again. “I’m so glad that so many of you came out here tonight. It makes me really happy to know that so many of you enjoy my songs, so let us get on with it!”

Suga cheered causing the crowd to cheer with him, however this time it took less time for the crowd to calm down as they knew Suga was about to start singing.

The lights of the stage turned to focus on the silver haired idol standing still on stage. His figure alone was standing up there as he stood in a pose that Y/N assumed he had practiced many times.

There were a few seconds of pure silence, before Suga broke out in song.

It caused the fangirls to squeal in excitement. Luckily that wasn’t really an issue as Suga's smooth voice was louder than anything else as it came through the dozens of speakers surrounding the hall.

Y/N was so in awe of him, her thoughts literally couldn’t fathom anything else.

Yes, she had seen many of his performances, and yes they were all amazing, but this was different. Somehow, he was bringing a new level of passion and effort into this one song. It had been a very long time since she had seen him like that.

Watching Suga sing on stage like this, made Y/N’s heart thunder in her chest as she simply watched.

She didn’t scream, shout, or cheer, all she could manage to do in this one moment was admire from afar and that was enough.

______

As always Suga had yet again delivered another stellar performance, one that had blown all his others out of the water.

When his song came to an end, the crowd did what excited crowds do and cheered. If he’d had any doubts about how he did, then the crowd should have been enough of a reminder.

He stood, sweaty and panting up on the stage as his eyes trail over all the faces in the crowd. Not one was recognizable, but it was hard to tell when he was up on stage.

“Thank you all so much!” Suga said into his microphone. “I’m glad you all enjoyed my performance, but unfortunately that is the end of my show though I hope you see you at my next show. However, my VIP people, there is more to come, just sit tight and you’ll see.”

There was murmuring of the whole crowd as the people on the left half of the hall were being escorted out of the hall by security guards. Majority of the people were just discussing the show they’d just witnessed. Girls laughing and excitedly sharing their thoughts on the entire thing. Guys admitting that the concert was better than they thought it would be.

Y/N could barely hear what anyone was saying but she did catch a few girls whining that they should’ve bought the VIP tickets. She sympathized with that because she would feel much the same way as she would be leaving the concert hall while the VIPs stayed.

However, a sudden giddiness rushed over her body as she knew that this would be the first time that she'd been a part of the VIP pass and would be a part of an event. Once the other part of the crowd had fully exited the concert hall, Suga began to speak again.

“I’d like to again thank you all for coming out here to watch my performance. And I am so happy that so many of you are excited to be a part of the VIP exclusive event.”

Without warning the crowd cheered again causing Suga to laugh.

“We’re gonna be doing something totally different from any of my other concerts. So each one of you has a series of numbers on your VIP ticket. And let me tell you, those aren’t random numbers…” Suga explained as he walked back and forth from the edges of the stage.

The crowd remained silent at Suga's explanation, including Y/N herself.

He continued. “Well they are but rather they have a different role to play in this instance. What’s gonna happen is that I’m gonna draw a random number from this bowl, which my agent will bring out to me in a second, and then I’ll list out said series of numbers.”

Y/N looked down at her VIP ticket, her mind not quite understanding what he was trying to say. She looked up and saw similar faces of confusion.

“Here is where it gets good...” Suga stopped to smile then laugh a little as he was becoming a little giddy as well. “Whoever has those exact numbers, will be attending an exclusive event organized by singers, performers and the like from all over the country with me as their escort!”

As if the crowd couldn’t get louder, the people broke out into a deafening roar. This seemed to make Suga grin even more if that were possible.

Y/N might have been disturbed by the exclaiming fans, but she wasn’t because the fact of the matter is that she was just as excited. Though instead of yelling her excitement, she stared all wide eyed with her mouth hanging open.

“It’s true! I’ve spent months setting this all up and I can’t even describe how excited I am to share this with you all!” Suga admitted while he watched the revved up fans.

“So with no more delays, could you bring out the bowl please?” Suga politely asked, as he turned his body to face the backstage.

A young man with a headset and a walkie talkie strapped to his side came out with a glass bowl with dozens of pieces of paper inside. He stood next to Suga and gestured for him to go ahead.

“Okay, here we go guys…” Suga then reached his hand into the glass bowl. He moved his hand around inside the bowl for a few seconds more before pulling out a single white card.

Y/N waited anxiously, ticket in her hand, eyes rapidly bouncing between the numbers printed on it and Suga.

“So the numbers are: 2 - 6 - 7 - 3 - 0 - 8 -”

Y/N’s breath hitched in her throat as her eyes followed the numbers on her own ticket. She couldn’t believe it, they were matching but surely it couldn’t be her’s right?

“9 - 5 - 0-”

Oh god…

“- 0 - 3.” Once Suga finished reading off the numbers, he looked up from the small piece of paper and out into the crowd.

The fans were quickly looking up and amongst themselves, as if trying to find the person after several seconds of silence went by.

Suga looked around as well and saw no one reacting. There had to be at least one person with those numbers.

“Would whoever has those numbers, please raise your arm or something so I can see?” Suga slightly chuckled at the end of his sentence, his eyes still scanning the sea of peoples.

When she heard his voice, Y/N was snapped out of her own racing thoughts and back to the silent fans.

Her hands were sweaty, her heart racing a million miles a minute, her body shaking uncontrollable. It was unfathomable. She had those numbers, she was the one chosen.

Despite her clouded mind, Y/N slowly raised her arm above her head, sticking it out as far as she could.

It was hard to tell at first, but Suga caught sight of the arm poking out. “Can I get a light over there?” He asked, pointing in Y/N’s direction.

One of the workers backstage, turned the spotlight and shined it on Y/N causing her to blink a few times to adjust to the bright light.

“You, young lady, can you please come join me on stage?” Suga extended his hand out in her direction, watching the fans parting to make a path as they started squealing again.

If it weren’t for the screaming going on around her, Y/N might not have moved from her spot, however since she was surrounded by strangers she didn’t want to annoy and the person she admired so much asked her to come onto stage, she hesitantly approached the platform.

The closer she came, the more she felt like she might pass out. She didn’t have a habit of it, but this seemed to be one of those special exceptions.

She made it to the stage and raised her shaky hand to grab Suga’s. He was smiling as he helped to bring her up onto stage, but that smile slightly waned when he got a good look at her face.

It was someone he very much recognized and someone he’d never forgotten.

She had noticed his smile wane, and it made her even more nervous. Maybe he did remember her. It was hard to tell if that was more or less embarrassing.

He’d realized that he had been staring into her bright eyes for a few seconds too long so he coughed and nervously chuckled.

“It...it uh..looks like we got a winner!” Suga tried to steady his shaky breathing as he tried to excite his fans again.

To which he succeeded and no one seemed to notice his change in demeanor. That Suga was thankful for.

Y/N just looked up, and around, and anywhere else that wasn’t her long time idol. 

Suga turned himself away from Y/N and towards the crowd. “In exactly one month, we’ll be broadcasting the show live, so be sure to check it out! Alright, that’s all I got guys! Good night!” Suga waved goodbye before taking Y/N by the hand and leading her backstage.

Once they were safely behind the curtain, Suga let go of Y/N’s and took off his earpiece. He opened his mouth to say something but was interrupted when his agent and a few other crew members walked over. They were congratulating him on his new song and details of the event that he’d be attending with his guest.

While all that was happening, Y/N stood off to the side, her hand reaching across her abdomen to nervously hold her arm. It was one of those quirks she did when she was nervous or even stressed. And she was most definitely freaking out.

Her eyes remained focused on her shoes as if she found them super interesting right now. Honestly, she was willing herself not to look up at Suga. She wasn’t sure she couldn’t handle more of this.

It seemed like hours until she saw Suga approach her in her peripheral vision. She hesitantly looked up to meet his soft eyes.

“It’s been a long time, hasn’t it? Y/N.” He suddenly said.

Y/N lightly gasped, her head now fully sitting up. “You...you remember me?”

Suga laughed. “I never forgot! We were best friends!”

“Yeah, yeah I guess we were.” Y/N nodded, anxiously tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.

The silver haired idol stopped laughing and looked Y/N up and down. “You look exactly how I remember you.”

This time Y/N laughed. “I can’t say the same for you. You look so different.”

“I might be famous, but I haven’t actually changed all that much.” Suga admitted a bit bashful.

“I can believe that. You act the same as before. Still so gentle.”

“Well you know me, I always stick to who I really am.” Suga smiled, wiping his forehead with a towel he had received from his agent.

There was a pause between the conversation as Y/N wasn’t sure what else to say and it seemed to be the same for Suga causing them to stand in awkward silence.

This was weird.

It wasn’t too long though before Suga started talking again. “You know, I’d love to catch up. Tell you all about what I’ve been doing the past several years. And I’d like to hear about what you’ve been up to.”

“O-oh! Yeah sure. I’d like that.” The young y/h/c answered, clearly flustered.

“Great! Does now work for you?” Suga then asked, walking over to a little table off to the side that had a bunch of water bottles sitting on top of it. He took one in his hand and began to unscrew the cap.

Y/N felt her heart leap again. “Y-you mean r-right now?” She stuttered out, her jacket beginning to become near unbreakable as she sweated up a storm.

“Why not? I mean I don’t have anywhere I need to be, and I assume you at least took some time out of your schedule to be here.” Suga stated, then took several gulps from his water bottle.

When he swallowed the last bit of water, his expression suddenly changed to one of disappointment. “Unless you have other plans.”

Seeing him disappointed, reminded Y/N of when they were back in school.  Every time she’d see that look on his face, she never resisted the urge to make him feel better.

Now was no different.

“No! Of course I don’t. I only got off work a little bit ago, and your concert was really the only plan I had for the day.” Y/N explained pressing her hand to the back of her neck to somehow release the tension building inside her body.

Suga lit up. He twisted the cap back onto the bottle and sat it back on the table. “Awesome! You want to grab some dinner? You still burgers?” He pointedly asked the very flustered young woman.

Y/N chuckled as she wiped her forehead with her long sleeve. “You remembered that too?”

“I told you. I never forgot.” Suga walked up to Y/N, resting his hand on her shoulder. “We’re friends.”

The y/h/c felt a wave of heat rush through her veins up into her face. The place where his hand was resting was burning, but not in a bad way. It was in such a way that she wished he’d never go.

All she could manage was a nod as she took solace in gazing somewhere else.

Her reaction caused Suga to laugh again. “Well let me change into some different clothes, and then we can go get dinner.”

He walked off, obviously taking his hand off Y/N's shoulders, and disappeared into another room which she assumed was the dressing room.

In the few seconds it took for Suga to walk away, Y/N stood alone backstage.

A few stage workers walked past her but didn’t acknowledge her presence. Not that she minded. In fact, she preferred it that way because they wouldn’t ask about her blushing face or why she was resting her hand on her own shoulder, gripping at the fabric, missing his touch.