#how much of a slap on the face this was - a student protecting his teacher because in his perspective she is weak?!

[rmorde]

The devastation on these four after the reveal of Mechamaru's betrayal... I just cannot imagine how painful that is.

Mechamaru trusted Todo and Nitta to survive but not them.

Kokichi wanted Miwa to be with him in his last moments but not them.

He protected them by underestimating them.

He set them aside by accident because its only Miwa that he felt owed an explanation.

Just... What can they do here?

[intromortal]

OLDER!ENHYPEN OT6 HEADCANONS.

⚠︎ | nsfw, mdni. daddy/sir/master kink, age gaps (every party in this is an ADULT, no minors involved) dub-con for hee's part, stepcest for jay's, infidelity for jake and jay's, teacher-student dynamics for jungwon's, sunoo is mean as hell, big cocks enha and i'm not sorry lol, yes this is a repost

HEESEUNG | tried to stay away from you for so long, tried with all his might to resist you. you are just too young, and you’re his friends’ daughter. he knows it’s wrong but how can he help it when you’re so pretty? so gorgeous? and such a dirty little thing too, always trying to wordlessly seduce him. he notices how your lustful eyes follow him everywhere whenever he’s over at your parents house for dinner and you happen to be there too. he notices how you bite your lips raw and the way your thighs clench so hard under the table when he speaks to you. he notices how you always wear the most revealing outfits you can get away with for him, little shorts and tiny tops enhancing your curves so beautifully, an open invitation for him to completely ravage you. it makes him want to fucking ruin you.

that’s how he ends up sneaking in your room so late one night, after everyone already went to sleep, your parents so naive for offering him to stay the night too. your innocent sleeping form making his cock twitch in his pants as he thinks of all the dirty things he could do to you. the things he could make you do to him for being such a sly little slut.

he carefully slides in your bed, face hovering over your clothed cunt before lowering himself and pressing his tongue on it, spit smearing on those same shorts that make his mind go places it shouldn't. he works on your pussy just like that, fingers slipping past your shorts and inside your dripping hole, wet tongue sucking on your clit over the fabric but never actually touching you with it. he knows if he got a taste of your sweet little hole he would be a goner forever. he can tell you're awake by then, just pretending to sleep as your hips start to ride his digits and needy mewls leave your lips oh so sweetly. ones he will have to silence with his thick cock inside your mouth if you don’t stop it, “can’t have your parents find you’re such a whore for me… what would they think, angel?”

JAY | who has had a soft spot for you ever since he started dating your mom. to the oblivious eye merely a healthy stepdad-daughter relationship, but anyone paying attention more closely would find just how weirdly close you two are. always spending way too much time together, always making up some excuse to leave gatherings together, jay always so protective of you and straight up mean to any boyfriend you bring home for him to meet. he always says it’s because he just wants the best for you, sweet thing. only he knows that what he means by best, is himself.

“always bringing home these boys, never a worthy man,” he whispers against your mouth, spit dripping everywhere, as his warm hands encourage you to keep bouncing up and down his veiny length, salty tears still drying on your face from the pain of the stretch his unusually big cock always provides you. no matter how many times he makes you take it all, the first minutes are never easy. always slow, always filled with him whispering reassurance when you say you just can't take it. “what is daddy gonna have to do to make you understand you just deserve better?” he mouths at your neck, low groans in response to your pink manicured nails grabbing his slowly graying hair, sending heat straight to your core. he licks a stripe up your sensitive skin, relishing in the way your cunt that's already so stretched out and tight against him flutters at his words, trying to suck him in even more. “does daddy have to put a baby inside you, sweet thing mhh?”

you shake your head vehemently, the thought of your mom finding out what you’re doing with her husband making guilt knot in the pit of your stomach. he lands a few harsh slaps on your clit that have you yelping in his hold, clearly dissatisfied with your reaction. “you will take anything i give you,” he says in your ear, his firm tone leaving no room to talk back. he picks up his pace, quite literally hammering into your cunt as he holds you down by your waist with his strong hands. “daddy always knows best, pretty girl.”

JAKE | hates to see a pretty girl like you in tears over scummy little boys. especially when the boy in question is his own idiot son. he couldn't understand how he even got such a gem as yourself to waste time with him, a liar and a cheater. jake knows his son better than anyone else. so finding out he was cheating on you and creating a fake instagram account to anonymously send you all the proof and the screenshots he collected was easy. it’s also easy to welcome you inside his home when you go there to confront your boyfriend, and sweetly comfort you when you find out he’s not there. jake’s rough and warm hands are so soft on your thighs, thick thumb swiping over the flesh so carefully, as if you might break any second. his tone is so smooth and buttery as he whispers soothing words in the crown of your hair. how you deserve so much better and how you’re a strong girl, you will be okay precious. his presence is so strong and he radiates such a manly energy, so different from that of your boyfriend, it makes you feel all fuzzy inside. jake notices how you clench your thighs right away, how your breathing becomes labored under his soft touches and affection. “i’m sorry for being such a mess right now, sir,” you sheepishly say, and his cock jumps at the term. you’re just so so sweet, he thinks as his full lips ghost over the shell of your ear, “just give me permission, and i’ll make you feel so much better, precious.”

you’re under him in no time, back pressed to your boyfriend’s sheets as jake ghosts his fingers along the slit of your fluttering pussy, already weeping for him. “so messy… so wet babydoll… who is this for?” he asks, purposefully collecting your slick to make a mess with it on his son’s sheets. “you sir!” you reply eagerly, hips rocking into his hold in search of more friction. he chuckles as he lowers his warm mouth to your cunt, eyes locked with your own. “i’ll take care of you so good precious… so good you won’t even know why you’re crying anymore.”

SUNGHOON | watches enamored as you glide across the ice rink, all dolled up with the dress he chose and gifted your for this competition, the gemstones in the shape of an S on your lower back reflecting the light so prettily with every movement you make. he’s been coaching you for months now and he thanks every entity he can think of for bringing such a lovely thing like yourself in his life. he knows most people wouldn't approve of your age gap, but they don't understand what being under your spell feels like. that’s exactly what you did: put a spell on him. your accidental brushes against his crotch while he corrected your form, your little groans as your joints stretched past your limit whenever you trained, your big doe eyes always looking at him for some sort of reassurance for any sort of praise. so fucking eager to please. so desperate for love.

you’re so obedient for him as he makes you ride him silly on the seats next to the ice rink after the competition is done and everyone’s already gone home. knowing very well anyone could walk in at any moment and catch you. but you're such a needy little slut for him he can feel how hard you clench around him whenever he mentions that possibility, whenever you think about anyone seeing you so full of his thick cock that took you twenty minutes to get used to. his length twitches so deep inside you when he notices how close you are but still won't let yourself cum, so whiny and desperate in his ear because you’re waiting for him to tell you to let go. so eager for his voice even when he’s making you go dumb on his cock.

“my little girl… you can let go baby, i got you,” he whispers as his mouth latches on one of your nipples, the metallic taste of the piercing adorning it filling his mouth and overwhelming his senses. such a dirty little slut hidden under your good girl façade.

you shake your head and pick up the pace, but can do nothing to stop your walls from fluttering around him as he literally forces your orgasm out of you, holding you down on his cock and pressing his tip so deeply inside you it makes you see starts, telling you that "it's okay little girl, you're making daddy feel so good"

SUNOO | acts like hiring you, on request of his daughter (your best friend), was such a big big favor. and initially you thought so too; the money is good, the office is close to your apartment, your coworkers are nice too! sunoo even made sure you climbed up the ladder quicker than any other employee of his ever had. sure you are competent and you do your job well, but you were also so naive for thinking he wouldn't expect anything back.

after all he takes such good care of you in the company, why wouldn't he want you to return the favor?

it’s not rare for you to find yourself on your knees under his work desk, the door of his office open.

“open up for me… gonna let master use your mouth huh?,” he says, tapping his leaking cock on your lips and smearing all of his salty precum all over your pretty features.

“yes, master.” you do as you’re told right away, glossy eyes never leaving his as you stretch your mouth wide open for him, anticipating the struggle that always comes with welcoming his length anywhere in your body. and you’re right, he rams his cock in your mouth without giving you any time to adjust, his cock so thick and big you’re already choking all around him and it’s not even halfway in. his tip already brushing the back of your mouth. he tilts his head sideways and stares at you like you’re dumb, waiting for you to take more. you truly do try, big tears falling from your eyes as you try your best to not disappoint him. and he laughs at you. “useless little puppy,” he sighs, grabbing a handful of your hair and pushing you against his dick. “this should be easy for you by now. i know it’s big but i’ve been training you.” he cooes, his bottom lip jutting out in an expression of fake pity. “been making you gag on this cock for so long and you still can’t take it?”

your lashes are all wet with tears now, and you can’t tell if it's the hurt of having disappointed your master or the physical pain his member is causing you, but you can feel how it twitches in your throat when he notices your distress. he takes it out of your mouth, needy whines leaving you at the loss of weight in your tongue, and holds it over your face. “since you can’t suck cock properly,” he punctuates the last word vehemently. “lap it up. like the stupid little dog you are.”

JUNGWON | is everyone’s crush in your university. he’s that one teacher everyone is constantly daydreaming about. so gentle, helpful, smart, funny and charming. he just has it all. it doesn't help that he’s so open about how much he loves his two year old son, always showing anyone that comes to his lectures pictures upon pictures of his baby on his phone. every single person swooning over he’s taking such good care of his kid as a single dad.

he takes such good care of you too, in the backseats of his car before you both go to your lectures: him to teach and you to learn. you’re straddling his face, his mouth latched on your sensitive little bundle of nerves as he switches between sucking on it and lapping at it like a man starved. you’re a moaning mess over him, your hips moving on their own volition as he ghosts his fingers on your thighs and traces them up to your lower back, his big hands bringing your entire weight down on his mouth.

“fuck jungwon… feels so good,” you moan as you throw your head back, eyes closed shut at the overwhelming sensation. you yelp out in pain when he nibbles on your clit a little too harshly for it to be a mistake. “sir… sorry sir.”

he goes back to lapping at your cunt, the tip of his tongue only occasionally prodding at your entrance, ignoring your mewls and whines for more. he makes you cum like that, depriving you over and over of what you really want until just a slight swipe of his tongue on your neglected clit is all it takes for you to gush all of your juices in his mouth. “so good for me… such a good girl…” he whispers as you come down from your high. and before you can even register it he pushes you lower, down to his cock and slaps it over your sensitive cunt a few times, making you jump slightly because of the overstimulation. he grabs your neck and clashes your lips to his, tongue lapping at your own as he lets you taste your own release, “gonna fuck you so good baby,” he says as he locks eyes with you, a glint you’ve never seen before hidden under the lustful shadow covering his irises and blown out pupils. “wanna give you a baby of your own… want to fill your tight little pussy up…”

a/n: tumblr jebal those are just petnames get off my cock

[finnsbubblegum]

I Don’t Deserve You {Part 1} (Joel Miller x Reader)

Pairing: post-outbreak!joel miller x f!reader

Warnings: fluff, protective joel, use of (y/n) and (y/l/n), age gap (reader is in her 20s and Joel is in his 50s), mentions of abuse, vague mentions of period (lmk if i missed any)

Summary: You were popular in Jackson but you have been single your whole life. Despite many men flirting with you, you have never found your ideal type. Until one day, you saw Joel and you fell in love at first sight.  But he felt insecure.

Words count: 2.2k

A/N: There will be part 2 for this one so stay tuned!

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8

“Hey (y/n)! You’re here!.” Your friend, Lily greeted you.

“Hi Lily! It’s Friday night and I have nothing to do at home. I heard tonight is the kids’ movie night. I thought I’d stop by and see my students. What are they playing tonight?”

“The Lion King. It's the third time they’re playing it again. Ugh.”

“Oh! Well, I can’t blame them. Kids love The Lion King. ” 

You were a teacher in Jackson so you knew how much the kids love that movie. They would ask you to sing Hakuna Matata every day in school.

“(y/n) look there.” Lily gave you a sign to look behind you.

You were familiar with Tommy and Maria. But you didn’t recognize the other two. You saw a man who looked similar to Tommy but older and a teen girl walking inside following Tommy and Maria.

“Newcomers?” You asked Lily.

“They came a while ago. I heard his name is Joel Miller.”

“Miller? So he’s Tommy’s brother then?” You tilted your head.

“I’m guessing older brother. He came with the girl. I assumed she’s his daughter. But no wife. Probably single.” Lily smirked and lightly bumped her elbow to you. 

Lily knew you’ve been single your whole life. You were pretty popular in Jackson. You were beautiful inside out and everyone adored your kind and altruistic self. You have had many men flirting with you but you have never found “The One”.

“Why are you giving me that face?” You slapped Lily’s upper arm.

You were slightly annoyed with Lily’s action but deep down you liked it. He was probably a lot older than you but you couldn’t deny the fact that the middle-aged man looked hot with his salt and pepper hair. His shoulder was broad and he was a lot taller than you. His face didn’t look friendly but you could see a strong man from his eyes.

“Well, I mean he looked pretty hot for his age.” You put your hand behind your neck awkwardly.

“I know right! Why don’t you try and go talk to him?” Lily pushed you.

“Oh no no, that’s not why I’m here today. I’m here to watch a movie with my students.” 

“Ugh..You’re no fun (y/n).” Lily crossed her arms.

“Okay, enough talking about men. Now, I’m gonna get me some popcorn and enjoy The Lion King.” You walked away giving a mocking face to your friend.

“Ms. (y/l/n)!” A little boy called you and hugged your legs.

“Hey Timmy! Are you here with your parents?” You crouched to be the same height as the little boy.

“Yes! There!” Timmy pointed his index finger to show you where his parents were.

“Do you want some popcorn?” You smiled as you caressed his hair. 

“Yes! Yes!” He jumped excitedly.

“Okay, Timmy. Calm down.” You chuckled as you took two bowls of popcorn for you and Timmy.

“Here.” You gave Timmy his popcorn.

“Thank you, Ms. (y/l/n)!” He ran to his seat as the movie was starting.

Your heart was warm just by watching how excited the little boy was. You smiled as you stood up. You looked to your right and found Joel staring at you. He looked away immediately when you made eye contact with him. You pretended it never happened and walked to find a seat.

“Pretty, huh?” Tommy teased Joel.

“What?” Joel acted dumb.

“I know you were starin’ at that pretty girl right there, Joel. Don’t even think about it. All the men in Jackson have tried winning her heart but no one has succeeded.” Tommy scoffed.

“I wasn’t even thinkin’ about it.” Joel growled.

Joel lied. Deep down in his heart he thought you were attractive. You were beautiful in his eyes, especially the way you were so kind to the little kid before. For the past 20 years, kindness was something that was not common to see. So he felt warm in his heart when he saw someone so pretty and kind before his eyes.

The night ends with you having a split second of eye contact with Joel.

On Sundays, you took part in church services as one of the singers of the choir group. You were singing and found Joel sitting beside Tommy, Maria and Ellie. You saw him staring at you as you were singing. You tried to focus and avoid eye contact with him. Again, the two of you never had a conversation. Just eye contact. You went with your week without bumping into Joel. You couldn’t help thinking about him. He was your type and you wanted to get to know him more. But you were scared of how intimidating he looked and people were talking about how grumpy he was.

One week had passed since you saw Joel. It was Saturday night, you were suffocated in your bedroom as you couldn’t stop thinking about him. After a few moments of rolling on your bed, you decided to go to the bar where Lily worked.

“Oh, (y/n). I’m glad you’re here. One of our workers didn’t come to work today. We need help. Will you help us?” Lily sighed and gave you the puppy eyes.

“Yeah, sure. Why not?” You followed Lily behind the bar counter and put on the apron she gave you.

“Thank you so much. You’re my lifesaver. So, you know the drill, right? You’ve helped me here a few times before.” Lily put her hands to hold your upper arm.

“Of course.” You nodded. 

Apparently, you have always helped Lily at the bar whenever she needed help. You loved your friend so you were always there to help her whenever you were available. It was hectic for a few hours then people were starting to leave. That was the moment you saw Joel walking inside towards you. He chose a seat in front of the bar counter. You were wiping some glasses as he sat in front of you. 

“What can I get you?” You asked him.

“Just a glass of beer.” His eyes looked tired but he tried to give you a smile.

“Here.” You passed him the beer.

You were thinking maybe this was your chance to have a conversation with him. With the man who had been occupying your mind the whole week. You gathered your courage and started a conversation.

“Long day, huh?” 

“Nearly got one of the guys killed on patrol today.” He told you as he drank his beer.

“Oh. Is he okay?” You tried to sympathize with him.

“He’s fine. Got a few stitches but he’s fine physically. I’m not sure about mentally.”

“I’m sure he’ll be fine.” Hoping your words could help him calm down.

He nodded and looked at you. You could see his lips moving. It looked like he was trying to say something but he was hesitating.

“You were amazing the other day.” He finally found his words.

“Huh?” You were confused.

“I saw you in church last Sunday.”

“Oh! You mean choir. Thank you.” You couldn’t hide your smile from his compliment.

You flinched as you heard Lily calling your name, cutting off your conversation with Joel. Joel was eavesdropping.

“(y/n)! Thank you so much for helping us. We have less customers now. You can go home and rest now. You can have a voucher for a free drink if you want.” Lily was grateful to have a friend like you.

“It’s nothing. That’s what friends are for. I’m always here to help. Anyways, can I have that free drink tonight?” Lily smirked as she knew what you were going to do.

You took off your apron and walked towards Joel. 

“Can I join you?” You asked Joel.

“Sure.” He nodded and dragged the chair next to him for you to sit. 

“I’m (y/n). I haven’t got your name.” You extended your hand to shake his hand. 

“Joel. Joel Miller.” He shook your hand.

“Miller? As in Tommy Miller?” You pretended like you didn’t know him.

“He’s my brother. Younger brother.” 

You hummed and nodded as if you just connected the dot. 

“So, you work here?” Joel faced you and asked.

“Uhm..No, I was just helping my friend today. One of the workers didn’t come so I came to help.” 

“How nice of you. Don’t think there’s someone who's still kind enough in this ruined world.” 

“I guess there is still hope.”

Joel scoffed. 

“So, if you’re not a bartender then..” 

“Guess. What kind of job do you think I’m doing?” You tried to flirt with Joel.

“Uhmm.. nurse?” Joel shrugged.

“Hmm..nope.” You shook your head.

“Teacher? I don’t know but I think you will make a great teacher like teaching kids. You look really patient.” Joel answered with a doubting tone.

“No way? Really? You’re right though. I teach kids in this town. I’ve been teaching for a few years now.” You chuckled.

“What do you teach? Fractions?” Joel tried to joke. (TLOU ep 1 reference 😂)

“Yes, yes. It’s one of them.” You threw your head back and laughed.

Joel shook his head and smiled. He looked like he was proud of getting the right answer.

“How about you?” You asked him back.

“Me?” He pointed at himself on the chest.

“You do patrols?” You nodded and drank your beer.

“I..uh.. arrived here not long ago. Still figurin’ things out and helpin’ doin’ patrols at the moment.” 

“You must be a tough guy.” You gave him a light fist on his upper arm and you could feel how strong his biceps were.

He flinched at the touch as he was getting butterflies from your slight touch. He didn’t know he would ever feel that feeling that he hadn’t had for years. 

“Oh shit.” You sighed as you saw Josh, the man who was obsessed with you coming towards you.

“You know you shouldn’t say that word when you’re teachin’ right?” Joel teased you not knowing about the situation.

“Hey, baby. Why are you drinking without me?” Josh put his arms around you as he sat next to you.

“I don’t have a reason to drink with you, Josh.” You rolled your eyes as you shoved his hand away.

“Cranky. Are you at that time of the month?” He mocked you.

Josh had asked you out before but you didn’t like him. You knew he only wanted to get inside your pants. Just like the other guys. But he was obsessed with you. You rejected his proposal to be his girlfriend but he kept coming after you. 

Joel watched you as you clenched your fist gripping your jeans. He knew you were not comfortable with Josh’s appearance so instead of leaving, he stayed beside you.

“So who is this old man? I haven’t seen you.” Josh looked at Joel.

“He’s my friend.” You answered him coldly.

“I’m Joel.” Joel introduced himself without extending his hand to shake hands with Josh.

“Well, Joel. I need time alone to be with (y/n). Can you leave?” Josh moved his hands back and forth as he was trying to tell Joel to go away.

You were scared. You didn’t want to be alone with Josh. Not after that time, when he slapped you after saying no to be his girlfriend. Your hands were shaking and Joel noticed.

“We were about to leave actually. I promised (y/n) somethin’.” Joel lied to help you get out of this situation.

You looked at Joel and let out a sigh as you felt safe that Joel would protect you. Joel stood up and held your wrist to get you out of the bar.

“She’s staying.” Josh grabbed your other wrist.

You gasped and your eyes were teary.

“You really don’t want to mess with me, kid.” Joel growled.

You could see his death stare at Josh. Josh got scared as Joel was bigger than him. Even though he looked intimidating, you weren’t scared of him. Instead, you felt safe and comfortable. As you and Joel walked a few steps far enough from the bar, Joel stopped.

“You’re shakin’. Are you alright?” His voice was soft. It sounded very different from when he was talking to Josh.

“I-I-Uhm-I’m fine. Thank you.” You couldn’t breathe properly because you were too scared.

Josh’s appearance made all your bad memories came to your head again. 

“Hey. You’re safe now.” Joel rubbed your back up and down to make you feel calm.

“Where do you live? Let me walk you home.” 

“Uh-It’s- 15 minute walk from here.” You guided Joel to your house.

“So is this Josh guy your ex-boyfriend or somethin’?” Joel asked.

“Ugh. No. He asked me out but I said no. And then he slapped me. Many times. I got bruises from it.”

“Jesus. I’m sorry that happened to you.” Joel closed his eyes as he was shocked to hear that happened to you. He wondered how someone could hurt a kind and nice person like you. 

As you arrived at your front porch, you faced Joel.

“Thank you for helping me out today, Joel.” 

“No problem. Just find me whenever you need help.” He shoved his hands in his pocket.

The night ended. You were glad you finally talked to Joel today. And your head couldn’t stop rewinding that scene when he saved you from Josh. You giggled and kicked your blanket thinking about him. You just talked to him once but your feelings towards Joel had already grown deeper. 

To be continued..

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8

[serxinns]

Yandere class-1a x reader reacts to them getting hit on by another student ( if ur okay with this )

Lets say they'll get PISSED by this

Now your classmates' eyes were always eyes on you 24/7 but could you blame them for your beauty, your personality just everything about you was addicting!! They just had to protect and watch over you heck they even fought each other like animals everyone wanted to do everything with you, sit by you, eat lunch together, help you or them with homework you name it!,

you were always pulled into different directions causing sharing was not in their definition at all which can be a huge problem at times for you, you could never have time for yourself, and some of your classmates wanted to show off how strong they were at training to the point they were fighting each other showing off their skills and quirk super moves to impress you

Or the time you sat by Mina and Jiro and the other classmates glaring directly at the 3 of you momo tried to sneak you off which was caught by Tokoyami and everyone just started fighting trying to sneak you off somewhere whether be lunch of anything but you quickly snuck off before anything got crazy

just one day you were just minding your business eating your food alone somewhere so your classmates wouldn't bother you suddenly a dude was complimenting you and trying to ask you out you politely replied no but he kept insisting that the two of you would have "sO much FuN" and other corny pickup lines, unfortunately, one of your classmates tsuyu saw this hiding behind a door glaring at him when you decided to walk away from him without slapping him on the face for almost trying to touch your waist tsuyu quickly recruited

The other classmates eventually (they were suspicious of why Tsuyu was pissed off and ready to plan something and pressed her into telling them) let's just say your classmates were seething with rage wanting to track down the pest who hit of their darling,

So for now they all teamed up to plan what to do with the student and did some background checks on him and asked students who was in his class after a few days they hit the jackpot the student was hitting on multiple students for fun and would brag it off to his friends if they they fell for it, if not then will talk badly about them

"Ugh another bitch rejected me again"

"Wow dude your game hasn't been on lately" his friend giggled

"Oh shut up it was just that stupid 1a student thinking there so high and mighty heck I bet they're hooking up with rich people!"

The group of friends later laughed and mocked you while classmates your were glaring daggers all deciding what they should do to torture the boy and his group of fans..

The next few days there were rumors about how the boy had to transfer schools just because he got expelled for stealing a teacher's undergarment and his group of friends were disliked by the students for associating with him so they all broke off and their reputation was damaged

You smirk confidently "Serves them right!" Until someone tapped you on the shoulder it was izuku "H-hey y/n I was wondering if you wanted to go buy some all-might merch with me I heard they were also selling your favorite brand of merch too!" You beamed up when you heard they were selling your favorite brand "Of course izuku 5pm is good?" Izuku blushed at your excitement you were like a puppy wagging his tail for a treat "o-of course!"

While your other classmates glare at the flustered boy but izuku doesn't care he wants you they all want you

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It's You and Me (Part 2)

Suguru Geto x Reader

Genres/Warnings: hs!suguru, biker!suguru, fem!reader, academic weapon!reader, mostly fluff and banter, v little angst.

Word Count: 3.3k

When your highschool crush moves across the street from you, there's not much option other than befriending him. Especially, when he's the one suggesting it.

Notes: It's me! I'm back, hello.

(Part 1)

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You had to admit that being around Suguru was easy.

He just had this way of making people around him so comfortable, so heard. And him being a year senior to you came as an additional perk.

He'd help you with your projects and assignments whenever he had the time to spare. His well-polished reputation among teachers at school gave you a free pass to many things you couldn't get, even as the top student of your grade.

He'd introduced you and Maki to his other cool, senior friends, often sitting with you during lunch. Let you know about upcoming events and competitions, grabbing you all the extra credits for the perfect final grade.

Your high school life was passing by like a breeze.

And, if he insisted on helping you to make it easier, who were you to say no?

In turn, you'd treat him with your mom's delicious food all the time. It was a win-win situation for both of you.

Your families--especially your mothers--had grown closer too, they were practically always hanging together, save for the time they went to work. It was like your mom was back in her teenage years with her best friend. And oddly enough, you'd always be reminded of Maki when you saw them.

Everything had progressed into the present so, so naturally, it was almost scary. It had always been an object of your fascination how humans formed bonds with each other so easily and then lived to protect them forever.

"Wait," You placed your fork down in disbelief, "So, you went to school together?"

"We did!" Suguru's mom chuckled at your astonished face. She and Suguru were over for the afternoon, just a small lunch get-together, planned out by your lovely mom. "Sadly, I had to move away after for my final year. My parents wouldn't hear a no."

"That's crazy." You were unsure of how to process the piece of information you were presented. You turned to look at Suguru, who was nonchalantly still indulging in his food. "You knew?"

He looked up from his plate, cocking an eyebrow, "I just assumed they knew each other from somewhere, not that they were already friends. I would've never guessed that one!"

"Right? I mean, what are the chances of moving across your best friend from high school?" You mused.

"Well, It was hardly a coincidence," Your mom chimed in, amused by your antics. "We did keep in touch after she moved away, honey. How old do you think we are? We had emails."

"Yeah, and we had been planning to move back here, sooner or later." Mrs. Geto spoke. "Suguru's eventually leaving for college, so we thought a little change wouldn't hurt."

"And by little, she means 30 more minutes of commute to school every day," Suguru contorted his face playfully at his mother, earning a slap on the shoulder.

"We did ask for your opinion, mister!" She defended herself.

And, so the lunchtime chit-chat continued. But your mind stayed hung up on that one sentence.

Suguru is eventually leaving for college.

He won't forever be your next-door neighbor who helps you with homework and brings you to get takeout with his friends. He won't be at your house for these little luncheons soon enough. And, he won't be around to hang out with you forever, soon enough.

Of course, he would visit when he had time and you could talk on the phone, but you knew things wouldn't be the same once he left for college. He'd have a completely new life there. Would he even want you to be a part of it? Would he call? Would he have any time to think of you, or his friends?

Would you ever see him again, after he moves for college?

As his (secret) admirer, it was a painful realization, but more so as his friend.

A mere, off-handed comment hit you like an arrow, straight to the heart. You didn't even realize how much a single sentence could affect you, until Suguru shook you by the shoulder, jolting you awake from your daydream, "Where are you?" He looked at you with a slightly confused expression, wondering what you were so lost in thought about. "You said the other day you wanted help with your physics assignment?"

You were--evidently-- not used to dealing with a situation like this.

When you realized Suguru was your next-door neighbor, you were repulsed by the idea of it, the first thing. You liked him. Maybe it was even enough to call it a crush but, feelings are scary, man! Constantly seeing him around would only accelerate your feelings for him.

You didn't want that. You couldn't be distracted. You wouldn't let him distract you. And, certainly, you wouldn't become one for him, either.

"I think I told Maki I'd call her." you brushed off his question.

***

"Yes, but now I don't Iike him like that anymore…" you were plopped on your bed, on a call with your one and only.

Suguru had left earlier to meet up with his friends. You'd pass on the offer, saying you had homework to complete, which was partially true.

You turned around to lay on your stomach, head resting against your free hand, ranting like she was your therapist, "I just don't understand why I'm acting this way, Maki"

"Didn't you just say, you don't like him like that? I don't see the problem?" She spoke calmly. She always did.

Even if you cried to her about the most random stuff, she'd always listen to you and never judge you for it. Well maybe, she did judge you a little but that's just what friends are for. "Have you considered the possibility that you're still not completely over him and want him to be around longer?"

You hummed in response, repeating after her. "Umm, I'm not sure where you are trying to go with this, but it's not that."

"I think you're just confused. You used to like him, but now that you actually know him he's not your type, so you're just confused." She finished, emphasizing the last part.

"You sound experienced." You chuckled, trying to get a rise out of her.

And, just as if she could see right through you. She cleared her throat, "We are not doing this again," putting on her sternest voice.

***

"Did you miss the bus?" Suguru inquired as he straddled his bike across the street.

"Looks like it," Your hands shot up with dejection.

What could you do?

Both your parents were off to their offices right before you rushed off to school, yourself. "I swear I was out on time."

"I can't believe I get to witness a sight like this, Ms. Perfect missing her bus to school." Suguru snickered as he got off his bike to walk back inside his garage.

He's been hanging out with Maki too much.

You were already crossing over to his house when he emerged from the garage with a skating helmet. "That won't protect my head from a truck," you chuckle.

"Might protect the truck, who knows?" He shrugged. "Who knew there'd come a time that you'd need a ride? I would've been prepared."

He placed the helmet on your head and buckled it securely before revving up the bike's engine, "Hop on," He patted the seat.

With a sigh you climbed his bike, sitting behind him. Your hands gripped a part of the seat behind you to find some sort of balance.

This was as nerve-wracking as it was new to you. Sitting on a bike.

On Suguru Geto's bike!

"What are we waiting for?" You turned to get a look at his face, which was shielded with a helmet.

"You'll fall off if you sit like that," he commented, pushing his visor down.

"How else am I supposed to sit on a bike, then, Suguru?" You sounded annoyed, as you stole a glance at your wristwatch. You were already late. "I'd be really thankful if you get us to school on time."

"I know, so just hold onto me, or something." He turned around to look at you with his visors still blocking you from getting a look at his face. You couldn't make out from his tone if he was getting annoyed at you, or laughing.

"I'm entrusting you with my life. Is that not enough?"

"Oh my god! Just hold onto me. It's not that deep!"

"Alright!" your hands snaked around his waist, awkwardly unsure of how to be. Sure, you were friends but friends don't get a feel of each others' waists, do they? Do you rest your palm against his abdomen, or do you hold your hands in front of him?

Your mind wreaked as you fidgeted with your hands.

Suguru must've noticed.

He removed his hands from the bike and placed them on yours. He crossed your arms flat around his waist, so you were practically back-hugging him now.

You could feel each and every crevice of his abdomen, and it was messing with your brain. His hand rested on top of yours until he was sure you wouldn't take them off anymore.

You could smell his cologne and his shampoo from how close you were to him. You felt a small laugh vibrate through his body as he revved the engine one last time and finally made his way to school.

You were definitely late.

***

You were completely zoned out when the teacher called your name for the third time.

"I get that it's been a long day. I do, but--" She closed her textbook with a sigh, seeing the drowsy and listless bunch sitting in front of her. "Let's end the class here for today."

And, without missing a beat, the whole class was up and about their businesses for lunch. The teacher shook her head, half in disbelief and half in mirth.

You were packing your stuff to leave as well when the teacher tapped on your desk to get your attention, "Would it be possible for you to drop by the library and get these books for me?" She slid a piece of paper towards you.

Noticing how short the list was, you agreed, "Sure, Ms. Seige. I can drop them off by the end of the lunch break."

You folded the paper, tucked it in your pocket, and bid her goodbye.

You looked at your wristwatch and, noticed that you had a good twenty minutes before lunch began. You could still enjoy with your friends if you quickly dropped off the books in time and rushed to the lunch hall.

Not that fifty minutes for a lunch break was a short time, but you hadn't seen any of them all day, except Suguru, of course.

You greeted Shoko with a hug and handed her the piece of paper with the list of books your teacher wanted, along with a few snacks you had picked for her on your way. She had been a huge help to you for most of the year in finding all the books you were asked to gather by your teachers, being the student in charge of the library.

"Who is it this time?" She unfolded the list, flat on the table.

"Ms. Seige. Physics." You dropped your bag by her chair, as you watched her type away on her computer and scribble some things on the list.

"Oh! She's a good one." She turned in her seat and remarked, as she handed you the list.

"That's rare- you praising a teacher," You chuckled.

"She deserves it," She shrugged, turning back to her work. "Do me a favor and, drag Suguru on your way back. He should be somewhere in the back. Let's get lunch together. I'll text the others."

It was flabbergasting and borderline frustrating how Suguru was so effortlessly smart. "Does he ever attend any of his classes?"

"None that I know of."

"Must be nice…" You muttered to yourself, as you wandered off to find him and your books.

***

Suguru was cooped up in a small corner of the library, sitting-- rather leaning the upper half of his body against the bookshelf. From the looks of it, he must've been in that position for a while. Just looking at his stance made you question everything you knew about him.

How was he sitting-- laying, whatever he was doing-- in that position? What about the book captivated him so much, that he was torturing his back like that?

You quickly slipped your phone out and clicked a picture to show the others later. Placing the books on the nearest table, you slowly crept up behind him, mostly to give him a scare, but you were also very much intrigued by his novel's contents.

A little detour and you were practically breathing down his neck. But, the guy still hadn't a clue.

You were able to easily read into his book from where you were standing.

Touch me, tease me. Feel me up.

Two sentences were enough for you to understand what captured Suguru's undivided attention.

"So you were actually into friction, not fiction!" You mock-whispered in his ear, with every intention to give him a jump scare.

And boy, did it work!

Suguru's shoulder, which supported most of his body weight against the bookshelf, slid from the sudden shock. "What the-- OUch!" He was flat on the ground in a matter of seconds. Yet, that didn't stop him from concealing his book at the sight of you. "WHAT THE HECK ARE YOU DOING HERE?"

You tried your best to not break into a burst of laughter as you stood straighter, towering above him. "Nothing,"

"Why would you creep up on me like that?" He brushed off his clothes, still trying to tuck away his book. He looked like a deer caught in the headlights, all flustered and unmoving. A bright red tinge rose on his neck, face, and ears. He was so red he could qualify as a traffic light.

All you wanted to do was pull out your phone and click another picture, but you decided to spare him the torment. One embarrassing picture in the group chat was enough to rid him of his sleep for a few months. Gojo and Shoko would never let him live this down.

"Oh, come on! Don't act like you wouldn't," You grinned, unable to hold back anymore. You held out your arm towards him, "Be grateful that it was me."

He grabbed your hand as he hoisted himself up. "Did you," he sighed, "read any of it?"

He looked like he was on the verge of tears. One wrong move, and you'd be the first reason Suguru ever let his emotions win.

Your face turned blank, almost mirroring his. But, you'd be lying if you said you weren't enjoying teasing him. He wouldn't be upset with you if you told him the truth, right?

That just wasn't like Suguru.

Right?

The corners of your lips curled up into a ghost of a smile, as you looked up at him through your lashes, "Touch me, tease me, feel me up?"

His hands immediately flew to his face, covering up any expression,

"Oh my god!" he whined.

You burst into laughter once again at his unexpected timid behavior. "Suguru," You seized his hands away from his face, "That's all I read. I promise."

His lips turned into a sheepish smile, finally looking at you, "This had to stay between us. Forever!" His hands swung side-to-side, and so did yours, holding onto his as he whined.

You drew your hands back, cringing at his coyness. You had never seen him act like that, and it was kind of creepy. You had to admit.

"Ugh," You mindlessly reacted. "Why are you acting like this?"

Before he could respond, Shoko yelled from her desk up front, "Guys, it's been FIFTEEN years! It doesn't take that long to find three books and a guy!"

You rushed to pick up your books at the sound of her voice, but Suguru caught you by your wrist, "I promise I'll bring you to school and back every day. They can't know," He pleaded.

You could tell how serious he was, just by one look at his face, "I won't." You reassured him. You felt slightly disappointed in yourself for teasing him. Just his expression sat like a heavy weight on your chest. You had no idea a little joke would affect him this much. "You don't have to bring me to school every day. It was meant to be a harmless joke, Suguru."

"I know," He stuck his tongue out at you, walking past you and picking up your books. "Let's go."

This bastard.

He was very much aware of the affect he had on you and used it to the best of his advantage. It took you a whole moment to realize that you had been fooled by his stupidly pretty face.

"Suguru!" You followed after him, but he was already dropping off your book with Shoko and running out of the library.

***

"On a school night? Your parents will ambush everyone," Shoko flicked Gojo's forehead, stopping him from stealing her fries.

"But, this would be our last one!" he theatrically caressed his forehead, turning around frantically to persuade everyone. "They're out of town for the weekend, anyways."

"Still, don't you think it's a little short notice?" You blankly stated. But, who were you kidding?

High school kids from your school would sell their souls to attend one Halloween party thrown by THE GOJO SATORU. There was no such thing as "short notice".

You looked at Maki for some sort of sign, and then towards Shoko.

Your eyes didn't dare look in Suguru's direction. You weren't upset with him. Of course not. Yet, you couldn't. He was never one to talk much, unlike Gojo. It was never easy to understand his true feelings.

"You'll come right?" Suguru nudged your shoulder lightly.

"I don't know," You whispered back.

"Please?" He said leaning ever-so-slightly into you. Looking at you the same way you did, in the library, and his head tilted.

Anything Gojo said after that faded into nothingness, as you looked at Suguru's face. Blood rushed through your whole body so furiously, that you could hear your heart beating in your ears. Your face grew uncontrollably hot. Subconsciously, your hands fanned your face and you leaned backward in your seat. That look on his face felt so foreign to you. It was almost like he was playing some sick joke at you.

His smirk grew into a boyish grin. He so knew he could convince you with just a smile. "Hmm?"

You cleared your throat, bringing your focus to your wristwatch. You needed an excuse. Anything. "I have to drop these off," You gathered Ms. Seige's books from the table, as you scrambled to leave.

"I'll go with you-" He began saying, but was cut off by one of his classmates. You were out of earshot but could still make out by the looks of it that she demanded all his attention.

Dissatisfaction greeted with you a warm hug at the sight of him talking to the girl. You hated feeling this way. Why should someone else get to control how you feel? As disappointed as you felt, you didn't let it get to your head. You didn't look back at the group for a second time.

Sure, he could have other friends or girlfriends.

It was none of your business.

Suguru was just a friend to you.

And that's all he'll ever be.

Tags: @mandysfanfics

[littlebluespoon]

*turns chair backwards and sits on it like a cool teacher* soooo, How would octo!König react to the following actions: twirling his tentacles around your finger casually, getting squeezed (does it hurt him if you do it hard? or does it feel kinda nice like a massage?), making calamari jokes, getting a smooch between the eyes, talking about how cool other marine creatures are like sharks and whales and such, being hand fed, being used as a pillow if you're too tired at work so you just want to nap on your desk for a while.

one more question: did octo!König assume we chose him as a mate when we first put him down our shirt and THAT'S why he had zero regards for boundaries since we chose him anyway so why would we want to be away from him?

ahhhhh hang on!

*spins around in spinny chair while looking at the ceiling like an apathetic student*

So! For Octo!König, twirling his tentacles around your fingers is to him the equivalent of holding hands. He thinks you're being affectionate and loving and if he was in human form he'd be blushing.

Squeezing him, if you do it to the point of like strangulation then it would hurt but every time you squeeze him, he sees it as like a hug. Basically every time you touch him, he thinks you're being affectionate with him because he can't fathom that you might possibly not be in love with him.

Making octopus puns gets you a disapproving look but making calamari jokes? Slapped, across the face with a tentacle. How dare you joke about eating the love of your life! If you have a preference for marine animals that aren't octopi, specifically König, be prepared to find anything you have with that animal on it destroyed. Every time you talk about another animal König covers you in ink as if to say, "but you're mine so shut up"

König lives to care for you, even if he has difficulty showing it. When you hand fed him while he was injured, it took everything in him not to squeal and chip and coo at you. If he ever got the chance to return the favour, you can bet he's got you in his lap and he's shoving his fingers in your mouth so you're forced to lick and possibly bite at them a little. And if he has to be your pillow, he will be, even if its kinda uncomfortable for him to be squished like that. He'd much prefer to be a pillow in human form, he's more suited to it then.

When i was writing the second part and i talked about hybrid mates, my personally preference was that when reader said they'd protect him, that was when König decided they were his. He's never had anyone to protect him, both his parents were hybrids so his mother died giving birth to him and his father was too lost in his grief to care for him. So when reader said they would, and then reinforced it by fixing his injuries, taking medical classes specifically for him, even though they're not in the same company, and feeding him, he decided that he was never letting them go. And all of that is just where his issues with boundaries start.

I think in Part 4, we're gonna see a bit more of Human!König as he learns how to express himself better. It's not necessarily better for reader, but it's more communication than they've ever had with him.

I did not mean for this to be so long but oh well. If you have any more questions about Octo!König or any other requests, feel free to throw them at me. Please, throw them at me :)

[hobisstar]

3 D | college student! jungkook x plus size College Professor! Reader

Summary: Yn caught Jungkooks eye since freshman year in college, The only problem is Yn is his professor but he needs her bad.

Warning: SMUT WITHOUT PLOT BASICALLY!

I was inspired by THE SONG 3D DO STREAM!!! and also inspired by @lavenjoon <3 chubby reader fics! As a plus size girly myself I loved it and needed to do something inspired by it!

“Fuck right there”

The empty class room was filled with the sound of Their skin slapping harshly against one another. Jungkook was mesmerized, seeing his favorite teacher, Yn, bent over the desk basically throwing her ass in a circle on his cock. He slapped and gripped her ass cheeks each time their skin touched one another.

He was so in love and he knew it. If he could get this view everyday, oh he would risk it all just be with yn.

“You know how I like it,” jungkook grabs her body bringing her closer. “ I love you so much baby,” he mumbles into her ear as he thrust his hips into her creaming hole.

“ I love you more Jungkook” Yn was going insane.

Besides being out of breath, his his sharply smacking into her ass, or the way his tattooed arm wrapped protectively around her shoulders, she was in bliss.

Yes, this would be considered wrong, but they are adults. They couldn’t care less what people had to say about their love.

Jungkook pounded into Yns pussy harshly with a fast pace feeling himself getting close with each thrust.

Oh he was definitely going to drawn her fucked out body in 3D for an art project in her class.

“Let me cum inside you baby. Let me breed that pussy. Fill you with my seed, you want my seed baby? Tell me you fucking want it.” He demanded as he looked at her face from the corner of his eyes.

He was fucking her so good she could only moan and nod as a response which made Jungkook chuckle.

“Then you’ll get it baby. You won’t regret me.”

Picking her up and laying her on the desk, he started thrusting freely into her aiming to cum so deep into her. He wanted more after this. They needed more.

“Jungkook… I’m cumming! Don’t fucking stop mm,” yn gasped and let her eyes roll in the back of her head as she felt her body tense up and shake. Chasing her climax Jungkook followed suit and started release rope after rope after rope of cum into her.

Crashing onto her body, Jungkook kissed all over her sweaty body, feeling like one.

“Is this better than me doing that assignment?” Letting out an airy laugh, Yn shook her head.

“Mm, it was good baby. But you still need to turn that assignment in, it’s a big project Jungkook.” Yn kissed his nose and he pouted “ let me persuade you to just give me the passing grade..”



I absolutely had to do a least something for 3D since I missed seven!

[justsomewritingblog]

Late Night Lessons

Request:  None

Requested By:  Nobody

Prompt: "You are possibly the worst I've ever trained." "Thanks for the encouragement."

Pairing:  Harry Potter x Gryffindor!OC/reader

Summary:  Drastic measures are taken when Umbridge takes over Hogwarts, forcing the students to practice magic on their own. A certain Gryffindor is having difficulties, though...

Warnings:  some mentions of injury and wounds (Umbridge's detentions), distant family

A/N:  I know they had the meeting in Hogsmeade before finding the Room of Requirement, but the conversation felt like it flowed naturally this way, so I left it.

Word Count:  5K+

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This was the worst year of my life.

Dolores Umbridge had taken over the school, restricting everything under the sun and causing torment for anyone that even thought about stepping out of the line she had drawn.  

I walked with Hermione back to the Common Room, grumbling about the lack of practice in DADA.

“I mean, honestly,” I complained, “how does she expect us to defeat Voldemort if we can’t get any practice?”

“I know.  The readings aren’t even very useful.”

“They’re useless!”  I gestured wildly.  “It’s not like Voldemort’s going to quiz us when he finally decides to rear his ugly head.”

Hermione was silent as I continued to rant, waving my free hand through the air and nearly accidentally slapping her a couple times.

I could feel my anger rising the more I spoke, just thinking about the situation getting me more and more upset.

“We need a workaround,” Hermione interrupted.

I turned to look at her, raising an eyebrow.  “Excuse me?”

“We need a Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher.  Someone with experience.”

I let out a scoff.  “And who would that be?”

~~~~~~~~~~~~

“I don’t know if I can, Hermione.”

“Harry, we don’t have much of a choice,” the muggle-born pressed.  “You’re perfect for the job.”

“And what if we get caught,” Ron questioned.  “We’re likely to be in some serious trouble.”

I leaned forward in my seat.  “Then we’ll just have to make sure we don’t get caught, won’t we?”

The three turned to me.

“And how do you propose we do that,” Harry questioned.

“I’m not sure yet.  But we need to find a safe place.”  I held my chin in thought.  “Somewhere that’s off the radar…that we can work in privacy and security.”

The room fell silent as we all thought.

“An empty classroom might do it,” Ron suggested.

“It might,” I acknowledged.

“We’d have to place some protection charms, then,” Hermione noted.  “Just in case someone walks in.”

“Especially if it’s noisy.”

“We’re bound to draw attention to ourselves either way,” Harry spoke up.  “If anyone sees a bunch of students going to the same place-”

“That’s an easy fix,” I said.  “We’ll just have to split up into smaller groups of twos and threes and have everyone show up at different times.”  I looked over at Harry, holding his gaze in an attempt to provide him some assurance and strength.  “No one will be the wiser.”

A few beats passed and he nodded.

“It’s settled, then.”  Hermione looked between the three of us.  “We’ll start looking tomorrow.”

~~~~~~~~~~~

“It’d probably be best if we split up,” I whispered to Hermione, Harry and Ron.  “We can cover more ground that way.”  I shrugged one shoulder.  “And maybe it’ll look less suspicious.”

The three nodded.

“I’ll take this side,” Hermione gestured behind her.  “Harry, you take that way,” she pointed to her left, “Davies, you that way,” she pointed ahead of herself, behind me, “and Ron, you that way,” she gestured to the right.

“What are we doing?”

Everyone spun to face the new voice.

“Neville…” I greeted with a grin that looked more like an anxious grimace.  “What’s going on?”

He looked down at me.  “I was about to ask the same thing.”  His gaze shifted between everyone in the group.

We all exchanged glances.

“We’re building an army,” Harry admitted quietly.  “We’re looking for somewhere private and safe to practice magic.”

“You can help us look, if you want,” Ron piped up.

Neville was silent for a few moments before nodding.  “Which way do I go?”

“Er…” I trailed off.  “Wherever you want, I guess?”

“We already each have a way, so you can pick your own,” Harry said.

“Unless I group with Hermione, or two of you boys group,” I suggested, crossing my arms.  “Since boys and girls aren’t supposed to be within six inches of each other.”

Silence followed.

“I’ll go with Harry,” Ron finally said.  He glanced over at his friend.  “We’re always together, anyway.  It might look more suspicious if we’re apart.”

“Good point,” I admitted.

“Alright.”  Harry nodded, looking between everyone.  “Let’s go.”

~~~~~~~~~~

I made my way through the school, observing every door.  With each one I passed I mentally made notes on them.  So many of them were in crowded halls.  There was no way we were going to be able to use them secretly.

Letting out a huff, I tugged on my hair in annoyance as I turned another corner.  

Dead end.

With a sigh, I headed back to the Common Room.

Maybe the others had better luck.

~~~~~~~~~

I strode back to the Common Room as quickly as I could, desperate to hear how the others did.  Approaching the Fat Lady, I instantly supplied the password, not even slowing my steps and walking inside.

The portrait closed behind me.

My name was called and I turned, seeing the golden trio and Neville waving me over.  I walked over, sitting on the floor between Harry and Hermione.  “How’d we do,” I asked.

“Neville found a secret room,” Harry supplied quietly, leaning over to avoid the rest of the students hearing.

I looked over at him, slightly taken aback by the proximity and the intensity of his blue eyes.  I blinked before clearing my throat.  “That’s great,” I said hoarsely.  I forced my gaze to Neville.  “Where is it?”

“It just appeared on the wall.  I’ll show you guys when I can.”

“We want in, too.”

We all snapped our heads to the voice, seeing Fred and George leaning over us.

The matching serious expressions looked very out of place on their faces.

Harry looked up at them.  “Fine.”

“We should find out who else is interested,” Hermione suggested.

“We have to be careful, though.”  I looked over at her.  “We don’t want anyone telling Professor Umbridge,” I warned.

“Who do we really trust?  We can’t exactly just send out an advertisement,” Hermione said.

The group fell silent.

“We’ll work on that,” Harry decided.

I nodded and looked over at Neville.  “Where’s this room?”

~~~~~~~~~

“You’ve done it, Neville,” Hermione said as you all observed the large, open room.  “You’ve found the Room of Requirement.”

“The what,” Ron asked.

“It’s also known as The Come and Go Room,” she expanded.  “The Room of Requirement only appears when a person has real need of it, and is always equipped for the seeker’s needs.”

“So…say you really needed a toilet…”

Everyone turned to look at the redhead.

“Charming, Ronald,” Hermione said.  “But yes…that is the general idea.”

“It’s brilliant,” Harry finally spoke up.  “It’s like Hogwarts wants us to fight back.”

I looked around before turning to Harry.  “Maybe it does.”

~~~~~~~~~~

Neville stared at the practice dummy, his wand raised.

Harry gave an encouraging nod.

Neville looked back to the dummy.  “Expelliarmus!”  His wand flew backwards out of his hand.

I, and everyone else in line, ducked out of the way.

“I’m hopeless,” Neville mourned.

“You-you’re just flourishing your wand too much,” Harry advised.  He held up his own wand.  “Try like this.”  Looking at the dummy, he flicked his wand.  “Expelliarmus!”

The dummy’s ‘wand’ flew onto the floor.

I grinned.

The line in front of me shortened as Ron, Hermione and Luna all tried, each with varying levels of success.

Harry looked over at me.  “Your turn.”

I nodded, stepping forward and raising my wand.  Taking a deep breath, I narrowed my eyes at the dummy.  “Expelliarmus!”

The fake wand shot out of its hand, landing a few feet away.

I grinned as I put my wand in my pocket.

“Nice work,” Harry said, nodding at me with a smile as he placed the wand back in the dummy’s hand for the next student.

I beamed at him, moving to the side to allow Fred to go.

“Great job,” Hermione whispered to me as Fred and George easily performed the spell.

“Thanks,” I whispered back.  “You, too.”

~~~~~~~~~

“Stunning is one of the most useful spells in your arsenal,” Harry stated, walking between the two sides we had formed.  “It-it’s sort of a wizard’s bread and butter, really.”

I made a confused face at the odd analogy.

Ron chuckled.

“...on then, Nigel,” Harry said.  “Give me your best shot.”

Everyone turned to look at the first- or was that second- year boy standing several paces opposite an unarmed Harry.

The ginger boy shuffled a little on his feet before aiming his wand at Harry.  “Stupefy!”

The spell hit Harry and he shot backwards, landing hard on his back.

Nigel also got flown backwards, though not as far.

I winced.

“Good,” Harry said, a little breathless as he pushed himself off the floor.  “Not bad…at all, Nigel.  Well done.”  He stood, clearing his throat and dusting off his hands.  “Next.”

Ron and Hermione stepped forward, sharing a quiet exchange, before Ron walked to the other side of the room, standing where Harry had.

They studied each other for a moment.

Ron opened his mouth, but he was too slow.

Hermione yelled out the spell, shooting Ron backwards.

I covered my mouth with my hand, eyes wide.

“Next.”

I stepped forward, turning to see who else had joined me.

One of the Weasley twins stood before me, too far away to tell which one it was.

I did my best to mask my apprehension.

“I’ll go easy on you, love,” he said, shrugging one shoulder.  “I am two years ahead of you, after all.”

“Don’t do me any favors, Weasley,” I shot back, trying to force my nerves down as I raised my wand.

The twin shrugged, moving back to the spot Ron had previously occupied. 

“You got this, Freddie,” the other twin called.

I narrowed my eyes at the twin I now knew to be Fred, swallowing a lump in my throat.  I snapped my arm forward, yelling out “stupefy!”

Fred blocked it with another spell, sending a “stupefy” my way.

The spell came at me so quickly I had no time to deflect it.

I flew backwards, landing on the ground with a very audible thud.  I winced.

Fred leaned over me moments later.  “Sorry, Davies.”

I groaned.  “I thought you said you’d take it easy on me.”

He shrugged, giving me a cheeky grin.  “You said not to do you any favors.”

Letting out a huff, I nodded in recognition.

His grin grew as he reached down a hand to help me up.  Pulling me to my feet, he clapped a hand on my shoulder before walking back to his counterpart.

“Next,” Harry called.

I rubbed at my back as I moved out of the way for the next students.

“Are you alright,” Harry asked quietly.

I turned to look at him, meeting his concerned gaze.  “I’ll be fine.”  I smiled at him.  “Thanks.”

He held my eyes a moment longer before nodding, turning sharply away from me to look at the dueling students.

~~~~~~~~~

“Have you heard?”

I turned my head to Hermione briefly before looking back towards where I was going.  “Heard what?”

“Professor Umbridge is holding interrogations between classes,” she hissed.

I snapped my head towards her.

“She knows something’s going on.”

My steps slowed to a stop.  I stared at Hermione for a long moment.  “She can’t get to us, can she?  I mean…” I lowered my voice to a whisper, “won’t the Room know that it needs to keep her out and adjust for it?”

“I don’t know.  I suppose it depends on the magic of Hogwarts in comparison to her own.”

I huffed, falling into step beside Hermione as she started walking again.

After several beats of silence, Hermione quietly wondered “I wonder what she uses to try to get the students to talk…”

I frowned.  “I don’t want to know.”

~~~~~~~~~~

“Very good- keep your concentration,” Harry said as he made his way through the groups of students.  “Nice work.”

I focused on levitating one of the third years, my eyes narrowed as I tried to keep him up.

“Good job,” Harry’s soft voice came from right beside my ear.

My attention faltered, the third year dropping slightly before I regained focus and kept him hovering, though lower than previously.

“Widen your stance just a little,” Harry advised.

I felt a pair of hands land on my waist, a foot working its way between mine to shove them a little further apart.

A quiet, but audible gasp escaped me as my face flared.

The boy fell.

I blinked at him.  “I am so sorry.”

He stood, rubbing his elbow.  “It’s alright.”

I turned to glare at Harry, who stood only a few inches away from me.

Our eyes locked and my expression, without my consent, lost most of its malice.

He looked over at me.  “Sorry.”

I hummed, wanting to look angry at him, but finding myself unable to.

He held my gaze before clearing his throat.  “Try again.”

At my hesitant nod, he moved on.

I let out a harsh exhale, turning back to the third year.  “Are you ready to try again?”

He raised an eyebrow at me.  “Are you?”

~~~~~~~~~

“Working hard is important,” Harry began, adjusting people’s grips on their wands as they practiced against each other.  “But there’s something that matters even more: believing in yourself.”  He helped a student send a spell at another before moving on, after looking to see if they were alright.  “Think of it this way…every great wizard in history has started out as nothing more than what we are now…students.”  He continued to move through the room, maneuvering around people.  “If they can do it, why not us?”

I smiled.

Harry pulled out the practice dummy again, wheeling it between everyone.  “Form a circle.”

Everyone walked closer.

“Now, don’t let the dummy touch you,” he instructed.  “If it gets close, send a spell at it to knock it away.”

I pulled out my wand.  “Sounds like a game, Harry,” I said, grinning.

He grinned back.  “It is.  Kind of.”  He looked back to the rest of the students.  “Alright- someone send the first spell.”

Fred was quick to cast a “stupefy” at the dummy.

It shot across from him, towards one of the fourth years.

“Wingardium leviosa!”

The dummy spun around the room, getting spell upon spell cast at it.

“Stupefy!”

It spun to Neville.

“Expelliarmus!”

It rocketed towards Ginny.

“Reducto!”

The dummy exploded into ashes.

Everyone whipped their heads to face the youngest Weasley in amazement.

“Geez, Ginny,” I muttered, looking back to the pile.

~~~~~~~~~

Harry moved to step in front of everyone, Ron and Hermione on either side of him.  “So, that’s it for this lesson.  Now, we’re not going to be meeting again until after the holidays…”

Disappointed groans filled the room.

“So, just keep practicing on your own as best you can, and- and well done everyone.  Great, great work,” he said with a proud smile.

Everyone clapped.

Students began to file out of the room, thanking him as they went.

I hung in the back with Ron and Hermione, waiting for everyone to get their turn, as well as not having everyone rushing out of the same place at the same time.

We didn’t need to draw more attention to ourselves than we already had.

Once everyone had left, Harry approached the three of us.

“Good job, Harry,” I said, smiling at him.

“Yeah,” Ron agreed.  “Well done, mate.”

Hermione grinned.  “I told you that you’d do well, Harry.”

The Boy Who Lived stopped in front of us.  “Thanks.”  He looked between us.  “You’re all doing really well, too.”

“Well, it helps to have a teacher with experience,” I stated.  “The only other people here with experience like that are actual teachers, and they can’t help us.”

Ron and Hermione sent quiet goodbyes our way, saying they’d see us in the Common Room.

I waved.

“See you, guys,” Harry replied.  When the two left, Harry turned back to me.

Silence filled the air.

I wrapped my arms around myself, lowering my gaze to the floor as I scuffed my foot against the stone.  Clearing my throat, and without looking up, I asked “do you have any plans for the holidays?”

Harry shrugged.  “I don’t really have a family to go back to, and Sirius is…” he trailed off.

“Elsewhere,” I supplied.

Harry nodded before looking up at me.  “What about you?”

“I’m staying at Hogwarts for the holidays,” I confessed.

Harry addressed me silently for a few moments.  “Do you have a family?”

I looked over at him.  “Yes.  But they’re away.”  I turned my head to the side, looking at the wall.  “Some business trip, or something.”

“Well, we’ll be here together, at least.”

My gaze shifted to the boy and I let a small smile form on my face.  “Yeah.”

We stood in a few more beats of silence before Harry spoke up.

“We should get going.  I think enough time has passed.”

I nodded, gesturing to the door.  “After you, Potter.”

~~~~~~~~~

“I snagged these from the kitchen.”  Grinning, I set a plate of cookies down on the table in the Common Room.

Harry looked up at me from his spot on the couch, his expression a mix of amusement and shock.  “You stole them?”

I shrugged one shoulder, sitting down beside him as I picked up a cookie.  “We practically have Hogwarts to ourselves.”  I bit off part of the cookie and chewed it.  “Unless these were for the teachers.”

Harry reached forward, taking a cookie for himself.  “Well, if you’re eating them, I might as well.”

I sent a crooked grin his way.  “I really pulled your arm there, didn’t I, Potter?”

He chuckled, a little bashfully, as he ate his treat.

We fell into silence, the only sounds being our own breathing and the crackling of the fireplace.

The fire’s warm glow filled the room, the heat radiating off of it covering me like a cozy blanket.

The Christmas tree sparkled in the corner, snow falling in front of the window.

I let out a long content sigh, relaxing into the couch and letting my eyes flutter closed.

This was the epitome of comfort.

The couch shifted beside me and I opened my eyes, turning to look at Harry.

He glanced at me before looking back at the table sheepishly.  “Sorry.”

I chuckled.  “You’re good.”

The silence that followed was slightly tense.

“Is Christmas your favorite holiday,” I asked, leaning forward to better see Harry, resting my elbows on my knees.

He looked over at me.  “Probably.”  Glancing back at the cookie tray, he rubbed his hands together.  “It was never very nice with my Aunt and Uncle, but since coming to Hogwarts, I’ve enjoyed it more.  I get to spend the holiday with the people I care about.”  He looked over at me.  “If that makes sense.”

I nodded.  “Absolutely.”

“What about you?”

I clasped my hands together, looking at them.  “Well… my family isn’t very close.”  I pulled my hands apart, gesturing with my right.  “We would spend the holiday together, but it wasn’t like the Christmas’ I would hear about from the other families I knew.  Theirs would be filled with laughter and happy memories.”  I looked at the fireplace, resolutely not looking at the boy next to me.  “I got presents, and we would be together all day, but…” I trailed off, shrugging.  “I don’t know.  It just…felt fake.”  I finally looked over at Harry, meeting his concerned blue eyes.

“I’m sorry,” he said quietly.

I smiled somewhat sadly.  “Well, like you said, now I have Hogwarts.  I have you, Hermione and Ron.”  My smile grew.  “I have Ginny, the twins, Seamus…”  Reaching forward, I grabbed Harry’s left hand with my right.  “I enjoy Christmas a lot more than I used to, too,” I finalized, reaching forward to grab another cookie with my free hand.

Harry smiled, giving my hand a gentle squeeze before grabbing another cookie, himself.  “Merry Christmas, Davies,” he said quietly as we settled back into the couch.

“Merry Christmas, Potter.”

~~~~~~~~~

I made my way to Harry’s class, strolling through the castle halls.  I was still going to be early, and I had to make sure to not draw any suspicion to myself, so I wasn’t hurrying.  Nearing the entrance to the Room of Requirement, I turned a corner.

The sight had my steps faltering slightly.

I quickly recovered, crossing my arms and halting in my steps, plastering a confident smirk on my face.  “Well, if it isn’t Malfoy and his goons… formerly.”

Draco sneered, marching towards me with quick steps, Crabbe and Goyle on either side of him.

They walked behind him, as they always did.

I briefly wondered if they knew that Draco only kept them around to be his bodyguards and viewed them as no more than that.

“What did you say, Davies?”  Draco’s tone was harsh as he approached me, using his height to try to intimidate me.

I looked up at him.  “Well, I said ‘formerly’, because you’re no longer ‘Malfoy’s gang’.”  I took my time in raking my gaze across the three of them, eyes drifting across the badges they’d received from our new ‘headmaster’, letting my words sink in.  “I’d say ‘Umbridge’s puppets’ is much more fitting…” I looked up and held Draco’s cool gaze, lowering my voice slightly, making sure to add bite to it.  “Don’t you?”

Anger flashed through his gray-ish blue eyes.  “I could take you in, Davies,” he said sternly, gesturing at the badge hanging from his robe.  “I have the authority.”

I let out a short laugh.  “For what?”

He looked down at the space between us before looking back up at my eyes.  “You’re within six inches of me, Davies.”

“You invaded my space,” I reminded.

Malfoy grabbed my arm, leaning down slightly to crowd me as he gave a vicious smirk.  “Professor Umbridge doesn’t know that.”

My eyes widened as he dragged me away.

~~~~~~~~~

I hurried to the Common Room, cradling my hand to my chest.  Stopping in front of the portrait of the Fat Lady, I wiped my watery eyes and quickly uttered the password.

The portrait swung open, even as the Fat Lady looked at me with concern.

Stepping in, I went to make a beeline straight to my dorm but a call of my name had me halting in my quest.

I closed my eyes.  If I didn’t go over, they would know something was wrong.  Taking a brief second to steel myself, I turned around, approaching the three Gryffindors sitting on the couch.  “What’s up, guys?”  I forced my tone to sound more cheerful.

“What happened,” Hermione questioned.  “You weren’t in class…” she prompted quietly.

“I…” I pulled my sleeves down over my hands.  “I got held up.”

“We were worried about you,” Ron said.

I smiled at him.  “Thanks, Ron.”

“You missed a good lesson,” Hermione informed.  “We started learning about how to cast a Patronus.”

“Really?”  I shifted my gaze to Harry before looking back at Hermione.  “How’d it go?”

“It’s bloody hard,” Ron deadpanned.

Hermione gave him a slightly exasperated look before smiling up at me.  “It is difficult, but we’ll get it.”  She looked over the red head to look at the Boy Who Lived.  “Harry’s been trying to walk us through it.”

I shifted my gaze to Harry.  “How’s that been going?”

He smiled.  “It’s the hardest thing we’ve done yet, so it’s a little challenging.”

I nodded, looking to the wall as my hand trembled.  I slowly reached my other hand over, resting it on top of it.

“Are you alright?”

My head whipped back to look over at Harry, dropping my hand instantly.  “Yeah.  Why?”

Harry looked at me for a few moments before holding his hand out, palm up.  “Can I see your hand?”

Hermione and Ron fell silent, turning to look at us.

I stared at Harry, remaining as stoic as I could.  I gave him my right hand.

He didn’t break eye contact with me.  “The other one.”

“Harry-” I tried to protest, but he reached forward, taking my left hand carefully and rolling up my sleeve.  I winced at the sudden air to the open wound, as well as the knowledge that everyone was staring at it.

Everyone gasped.

‘I must not harass boys’ was carved across my hand.

Harry looked up to meet my eyes, his blue eyes filled with fury.  “What-”

“It was Malfoy,” I interrupted, looking down at the words in my irritated skin.  I cleared my throat, trying to get rid of the lump that formed there.  “He claimed I had crossed the ‘six inch’ rule to get at him.”  I clenched my right hand.  “In reality, he was the one that invaded my space.”  Letting out a huff, I moved my gaze from my hand to the floor.  “But of course, it was the testimonies of three against one.”

“Crabbe and Goyle,” Ron supplied, frowning.

I nodded.

Hermione reached out, holding my other hand.

I looked up at the ceiling, trying to force the tears away.

A silence fell over the group, which Ron thankfully broke.

“Malfoy’s the worst.”

~~~~~~~~~

“That’s it.”  Harry walked through the students.  “Think of a powerful memory.  The happiest you can remember.  Allow it to fill you up.  Keep trying, Seamus.”  He walked over to the twins.  “George, your turn.”

George flicked his wand.  “Expecto Patronum!”

Pale wisps, a whitish blue, spiraled out of his wand.

Harry continued walking.  “A full-bodied Patronus is the most difficult to produce, but shield forms can also be equally useful against a variety of opponents.”

Ginny’s wisps turned into a horse head that whinnied.

Harry beamed.  “Fantastic, Ginny!”  He kept walking.  “Remember, your Patronus can only protect you for as long as you stay focused, so Luna-!”

The girl kept staring at the floor.

Hermione’s Patronus, an otter, floated around her head.

“Think of the happiest memory you can.”

“Expecto Patronum.”  Neville’s wand let out a few spirals, but nothing more.  He turned to Harry.  “I’m trying.”

“I know,” Harry assured.  “It’s good.”  He moved on, even as Ron’s dog Patronus ran between Neville’s legs, knocking the boy over.  “This is really advanced stuff, guys, you’re doing so well!”

A bunny formed in front of Luna, hopping around the room.

My wand sparked again.

I glared at it.

“Stupid wand,” I grumbled under my breath.  The urge to throw the thing that had chosen me five years ago was getting increasingly difficult to ignore.  I huffed, closing my eyes, trying to focus.

“How’s it going?”

I snapped my eyes open, looking over at Harry.  I was certain he could guess based on the expression I was sure was on my face, but I humored him.  “Dreadful.”

“What’s wrong?”

“Watch.”  I closed my eyes again, focusing hard on my memory.  I opened my eyes again, holding my wand out.  “Expecto Patronum!”

My wand let out a few white sparks.

I looked over at Harry.  “Maybe my wand’s busted.”

“I think that’s unlikely.  What memory are you thinking of?”

I hesitated, gaze shifting between his eyes.  “Getting my Hogwarts letter.”

“That’s your strongest happy memory?”

My gaze lowered to my wand.  “It was all I could come up with.”

Harry pursed his lips, regarding me thoughtfully.

I shifted a little uncomfortably under his stare.

“We could try private sessions?  I’ll work with you one on one.”

I sighed, nodding.

Harry clapped a hand on my shoulder before continuing on his way.

~~~~~~~~

Harry and I walked to the Room of Requirement, hidden under his invisibility cloak.

My heart raced as we strode through the empty halls, terrified of encountering a teacher and a little unnerved at being in such close proximity to anyone, let alone Harry Potter.

The Room of Requirement opened and we walked in, the door closing behind us.

Harry pulled the cloak off us and I let out a breath of relief.

“Merlin, that was scary,” I mumbled.

“Sneaking around after hours still unnerves me a little, too,” Harry remarked, dropping the cloak to the side.  “It gets easier the more you do it, though.”

I raised an eyebrow at him.  “Got it: break the rules more often.”

He deadpanned at me before his expression shifted into a grin.  “Very funny.”

I grinned back.  “I thought so.”

Harry shook his head, moving to stand beside me.  “Alright.  I hope you have your wand on you, or we’ll have to sneak all the way back.”

I grimaced, reaching into my pocket and pulling out my wand, a quiet sigh of relief escaping me.

Harry nodded.  “Good.”  He gestured at me.  “Alright, think of your happiest memory.”

I held my wand out in front of me, once more thinking of receiving my letter.  “Expecto Patronum!”

Nothing.

Not even sparks.

I huffed.

“That’s okay.  Try again,” Harry encouraged.

And so I did.

For half an hour.

“Do you have any happier memories?”

I looked over at Harry.

“Remember, it has to be strong,” he advised.

I huffed, closing my eyes.  Getting my letter wasn’t enough.  Maybe arriving at Hogwarts?  Seeing the school for the first time was definitely one of my favorite memories.

Opening my eyes, I brought my wand forward, a new determination filling me.  “Expecto Patronum!”

A few wisps left my wand before dying out.

I pinched the bridge of my nose in frustration.

Harry patted my back.  “That was an improvement.”

I whipped my head around to glare at him.

He pulled his hand off me, raising his hands in surrender and taking a step back.  “Sorry.”

“I don’t know if I can do this, Harry.”

He pursed his lips.  “Let’s go to bed.  We’ll try again tomorrow.”

~~~~~~~~~

“Expecto Patronum!”

My wand produced a few wisps, lasting longer than before, but still dying out rather quickly.

Harry chuckled.

“Harry Potter!”  I glared at him.  “We have been doing this for almost a week- don’t you dare!”

He held up his hands.  “Sorry.  It’s just… you are possibly the worst I’ve ever trained.”

I deadpanned at him.  “Thanks for the encouragement.”

“I think you need some happier memories,” he admitted, his smile fading.

I frowned, looking down at the ground.  “Well, I won’t argue with that.”

He walked over to me.  “What do you care about?  What’s important to you?”

I lifted my gaze to meet his, staring at him in silence for several moments.  “My friends.  You, Hermione, Ron…”

Harry nodded.  “So think of a memory with us.  Was there a memory with us that filled you with such a happiness you’d never experienced before?”

I paused, looking away as I tried to think.

Meeting the golden trio was fun.  I enjoyed listening to them as they told me about their adventures.  Spending time in the library studying.  Visits with Hagrid.

Then it came to me.

I remembered the Christmas holiday.  I thought back to the warm fire, the tasty cookies I had snuck out of the kitchen, the comfortable silence, the winter coziness that I had shared with Harry.

I had never felt more content in my life.

I looked back up at Harry.  Lifting myself to stand tall, I turned back to the open space before me and raised my wand.  “Expecto Patronum!”

Pale wisps emerged from my wand, spiraling out.

A chestnut mare formed at the end of them, tossing its head and neighing.

Harry beamed.  “You did it, Davies!”

I turned to face him, grinning.  Reaching towards him, I pulled him into a tight hug.  “Ugh, after weeks-!”

“You did it,” he congratulated, hugging me back.

I sighed in relief, resting my chin on his shoulder.

He mirrored the action for a few moments before we separated.  “What was your memory?”

I blinked at him, face flushing.  I wrapped him in another hug, just so I didn’t have to look at him.

He stiffened, taken aback, but returned the hug again.

“Do you remember the Christmas holidays…” I trailed off, keeping my arms around him.

I felt him nod against me.  “Yeah.”

I paused.  “Do you remember the night I stole the cookies from the kitchen?  The snow was falling, and the Common Room was decorated…” I tightened my hold of him.  “We were sitting on the couch… the whole place to ourselves…”

At Harry’s prolonged silence, I loosened my grip, pulling away slightly, but not enough to look at him.

“Harry?”

“I- I remember.”

I waited a few beats before stepping back so I could look at him.

He met my eyes, but I couldn’t read his expression.

I held his gaze, ignoring the way my voice wavered and my cheeks reddened.  “It meant a lot to me, Harry.”

He swallowed.  “It meant a lot to me, too.”

Staring at him, I tried to figure out what exactly he was trying to imply by that.  I took a step towards him.  “Did it,” I asked quietly.

He nodded, his gaze flickering to my lips briefly.

It was all the confirmation I needed.

Leaning forward, I pressed my lips to his, closing my eyes.

He returned it instantly.

Our lips moved together clumsily, but it filled my heart with warmth.

I reached up, resting my left hand on his shoulder and threading my other fingers through the hair on the back of his head.

He placed one hand on my waist, the other cradling my jaw.

I pulled away first, keeping my hold on him as I opened my eyes.

He smiled at me as we both tried to even out our breathing.

I beamed at him, chuckling, and leaned forward to press a quick kiss to his forehead.

Harry met my gaze when I pulled away.  “I don’t know if we should have done that.”

My smile dropped instantly, arms falling to my sides.

A mischievous crooked grin formed on his face.  “I am your teacher, after all.”

I scoffed loudly, slapping him in the arm.

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A/n: This was really fun to write, too. I've been on a Harry Potter kick, so expect more stories soon.

Oh! And if anyone is curious as to why I chose the patronus I did, I found this life-saver right here.

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Saul Silva x reader - always by your side

Can you write a story with a reader (student or teacher) who learns that Saul is pardoned during season 2 please? - @djino04 💜

Alfea hadn’t been the same since Saul was arrested, and even though you wanted to leave, the only reason you stayed was for Sky, but you threw your all into your training and your work.

Even when it came to the Alumni event, you refused to take part and attend though there was many questions for you to do so.

You didn’t want to take part, so you refused.

And there was nothing they could do about it, because Rosalind and Andreas both knew that if you didn’t want to do something, there was no amount of threats or pain that would make you do it.

So they left you to it, deciding it would be good to have at least one teacher out patrolling around the school.

And that’s where you had been all night, headphones on as you trained in the specialists training ground, honing your fire and lighting up the training ground in a series of red or Orange light.

Even as the night drew on, you didn’t stop, your mind was solely focused on one thing now, and that was getting stronger.

You didn’t trust Rosalind and Andreas one bit, and someone had to be willing to protect the students, so you were pushing yourself beyond the limits every day to increase your strength and endurance.

As the sun was coming up, you decided to take a break and you sat down on the grass, drinking some water from your bottle, you slid your headphones down your neck as you took a deep breath.

“Professor (L/N)?!”

You snapped your head up and furrowed your brows a little bit.

“Bloom, what’s wrong?”

She jogged over and handed you something and you looked at her smiling face.

“I was asked to give you that, Sky said I could find you out here.”

“Alright, is that everything?”

She nodded her head and you nodded as well, settling the envelope down on the grass, putting your bottle on it, you took a few moments to rest before standing up.

“I really think you read it Professor.”

You turned to bloom and rose a brow at her and she picked it up, holding it out to you again, stepping back as she clasped her hands behind her back.

“Bloom im training.”

“Please read it.”

Sighing heavily you opened it and held the envelope in your hands as you unfolded the paper, and you carefully read the first half.

“I don’t understand..” you mumbled.

You looked up and you realised she had walked away, but you found a familiar face walking across the training grounds towards you.

You were frozen in place, and you stared at the man who carried on walking over.

“No…”

Letting the paper fall from your hands, you slowly began to walk, then you began to jog into you were running towards him.

And when you were close enough you crashed into him, hugging him tightly as you both dropped to your knees.

Saul hugged you back tightly, pressing his forehead against your head as you buried your face into the crook of his neck.

“H..how…? What…?”

“I’ve been pardoned..” he whispered back.

You pulled away from him and you looked at him, tears falling from your eyes.

The face you missed staring at so much, the face of your best friend.

“Does that mean..?”

Saul smiled softly and he nodded his head, letting you hug him tightly once more.

“I can stay..”

“Jesus Christ Saul..”

He laughed a little bit, hugging you as tightly as he could without hurting you.

“Didn’t think you’d get rid of me that easily did you?”

You slapped his back and he chuckled again, resting his chin on your head.

He took a deep breath and closed his eyes, and he smiled to himself.

“Thank you for staying for him…”

“I promised you I’d look after him.”

Saul nodded a little bit, and he carried on hugging you.

Your tears soaked his shirt, but they weren’t tears of sadness this time, they were tears of happiness, tears of joy to have you best friend back by your side.

You had grown up with him, you had never been away from him, you two were always right next to one another, like a package deal.

So when he was arrested, it destroyed you, and filled you with a rage that could barely been contained.

And you were still angry.

But you were overjoyed with the fact he had been pardoned, with the fact he wasn’t an enemy of the realm anymore, and he wasn’t on the run.

You were happy beyond words to know that he was excused from it, and he could help you make things right at the school, and make the school safe once more.

Because you were best friends, and despite everything that had happened, you swore you’d always have each others backs.

So you needed him with you, so you could stand side by side and face the challenges that were to come because truth be told? You knew you couldn’t do it any longer by yourself.

And going by the way he was hugging you for dear life, something told you Saul couldn’t handle this on his own anymore either

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It's already been a month since that horrid event took place. A lot of things changed in just a month. [Name], even though fully believing Nagito's words, came to realize the lie that he told her on that day. Nagito knew that this outcome would eventually happen, yet he wished that somehow, this would never happen. Oh, how cruel his life could be.

Now sitting on his bedside, Nagito glanced at the person sleeping on his bed. His grayish-green eyes carefully watched this particular [h/c]ette girl — her chest rising and falling in accordance to her soft breathing, her eyes swollen from crying hours prior, and the tight hold she had on his hand. The male's gaze softened at her vulnerable state, lifting his other hand and caressing her cheeks gently, moving away strands of [h/c] locks.

She squirmed slightly in her sleep and he paused his action. After she had settled comfortably once again, Nagito let a small smile grace his lips. He then gazed at the bright moon outside his windows, the winter season starting to shift into spring. Heaving a bitter sigh, the male leaned against the headboard and closed his lids. The flashbacks of the unfortunate event that happened just a month prior caused by his bad luck started invading his mind.

A day after Shiro's body was found at the central plaza, the doctors had already declared the male dead on arrival. Everyone at school — especially class 78 — mourned for the loss of the Ultimate Song Writer. Even though [Name] openly believed in the hope Nagito showed her despite the possibility of the other, she never felt this much betrayal and was devastated by one of her closest friends. She knew that what Nagito was suggesting was an unlikely possibility, yet she grabbed that flimsy hope and believed in his lie. Now that the truth was mocking her in her face, the only thing the [h/c]ette could possibly do was cry her emotions out.

Despite how close the reserve course student was with the late Shiro, Byakuya, and Kokichi were affected by it the most. Of course, Nagito knew about this — Shiro was the only person both of them could trust and rely on despite their troublesome personalities. They grew attached to him, and learning about his death was like a big slap to their faces. From then onward, Kokichi and Byakuya started to avoid the girl, finding no reason to get close to her now that the only bridge was gone. Hajime and Chiaki, although they still stayed by her side, also changed — Hajime started to become more and more reserved and spent less time with [Name] while Chiaki was constantly worrying about both.

A few days after that incident, [Name] and Chiaki realized that Hajime was expelled from school. This shocked both of them, especially the [h/c]ette as she had not been informed about this whatsoever despite how close she is with the boy. They asked their teachers about it, yet no one seemed to know the cause of the expulsion. Due to this, [Name] had experienced another set of despair. Despite Chiaki's attempts to reassure the girl and promise her that she would never leave her, this only came out to be just an empty promise.

Weeks after Shiro's death, Kokichi had come upon Fuyuhiko. The purple-tressed student demanded to know if the Kuzuryu clan was behind the death of the beloved student to which the heir aggressively denied any of the other's claims. Kokichi, however, wasn't completely trusting of Fuyuhiko's words. The two began a fight shortly after a couple of threats were thrown at each other. The situation escalated and brought classes 77, 78, and 79 into the clash.

When Kokichi tried to punch Fuyuhiko, Peko came right at the right time to defend her master. And when she was about to strike at the purplette, Mukuro had gone and protected Kokichi by Byakuya's request. The two fighters started a staredown of animosity flying between them. Soon after, everyone else came to the commotion. However, it didn't seem like the problem stopped them.

Once Byakuya's gaze landed on the head of the yakuza, he then declared to everyone in the area that it was Fuyuhiko and his clan who planned Shiro's demise. Of course, almost everyone in class 78  — especially those who had a deep connection with the late Sato — easily believed Byakuya's words. After all, he is the Ultimate Affluent Progeny and his family's influence enables him to investigate this matter. Even Kyoko seemed to agree with and believe him. And despite not being that close to him, some of the newest ultimates believed the blonde as well.

Kokichi, of course, tried to rile Fuyuhiko up and accused him of being a murderer, to which everyone in class 77 defended him. Due to the tense atmosphere and the accusation of murder being thrown in the air, a select group of people engaged in fights: some tried to harm the other, while some tried to stop them. Eventually, the brawl between the three ultimate classes alarmed the teachers and the school authorities.

They successfully ceased the fight, however, some students were not that fortunate to be let out without a bruise. Even Chiaki was injured when she stopped her class from harming their underclassmen. Due to her injuries, she had to spend some time at the hospital for recovery. It was by this time that [Name] was completely alone; no one was there by her side as her friends started to leave her one by one.

For everything that has happened, Nagito was there to witness it all. It was just what his role is: a bystander. 

"How much can she take before she gives in to despair? How much more would I have to stay by her side and decide to stop because I kept causing her bad luck? How much more...until I die..."

Clenching his head, the silverette let out a bitter laugh. "How awful... Oh, how awful it truly is! Despite the despair, I always believed that hope would come out of it. That's why...you must also believe in hope, [Name]-chan."

"I wanted nights like these to linger. These emotions that I'm feeling whenever she's here right beside me, I don't want it to fade. For once...I wanted to be selfish and keep [Name]-chan by my side no matter what. Without ever worrying how my luck would affect the others..."

Opening his eyes once again, he then gazed lovingly at the object of his affection. He patted her soft tresses, weaving his fingers into her [h/l] hair. Whenever he was with her, all he could feel was complete serenity. It was like she was born to become his reason to live. The warmth that fills him whenever she's around, the butterflies fluttering in his stomach whenever she smiles at him, and the racing of his heart whenever he holds her close... all of those were precious to him. And once in his lifetime, Nagito vowed to not let any of those fade away from his grasp.

"You know, [Name]-chan... If you somehow become an ultimate, I would've called you the Ultimate Serenity," he murmured with a satisfied smile. After, he leaned down to her face and planted a chaste kiss on her forehead.

"Sweet dreams, [Name]-chan."

Ever since he met her, his life undoubtedly changed for the better. He was certainly glad that he followed his instincts and visited the Reserve Course building that time. He was glad that he spoke to her that day. He was glad that he decided to get to know her more. He was glad that he approached her and tried to comfort her. He was glad...that she came into his life. All of those emotions — those feelings he had hidden and tried to remove from his life just to cope with his luck — resurfaced naturally when he was with her.

It was like she was his healer.

"For all of those years that I saw nothing but gray...was now changing. Because of [Name]-chan, my present — and my future — became vividly colorful. The hope you've shown me...I wish for it to last."

Nagito slowly opened his eyes, immediately seeing the melting snow of the outside. He lifted his head, staring blankly at the blue skies before fixing his gaze in front. There she was, yet again, walking just a few meters away from him as she admired the snow around. The teen watched her back, following her as she explored the public park.

"I want this moment to last... I want this feeling to last... Hey... What should I do so that everything I have right now would remain the same?"

Nagito slowed his step, further lagging behind [Name] as she proceeded onward. He watched as the figure slowly moved away from him. His steps soon came to a halt. Removing his gloved hand from his pocket, the white-haired student slowly lifted his arm as if to reach out to her. 

"Hey... Is it alright for me if I call out your name?" 

However, despite his inner desire to reach out to the girl, Nagito only found himself dropping his arm to his side. He exhaled, dejected. He shoved his hand inside his coat's pocket, head hung low as he quietly caught up to his companion.

The 10-year-old child stood there still by the sidewalk, his gaze boring into the carcass on the street. His heart churned in pain, eyes dilated and dilated. Soon, tears were streaming down his face. His body began to tremble, and not long after, his knees gave up, and he fell onto the rough asphalt. The poor boy started sobbing, and soon his wails caught the attention of passersby and even his parents.

After the whole ordeal with his dead pet, Nagito was taken home by his parents. They told the boy to stop crying for the dog as crying wouldn't bring him back from the dead. There were no words exchanged between them as the silverette duly followed his parents' orders. There were no words of comfort, no acts of consolation, no nothing. It was like the dog's death was insignificant to them...

Dead, wide eyes of a particular couple were staring back at the male's gray-green orbs. Their vacant stare sent shivers down the child's spine, the pungent stench of fresh iron stinging his nostrils, causing him to quickly cover it with his hands. The corpse of his parents... those arms which were extended to him... those parted mouths... It was like they were avidly mocking him because of his bad luck that caused disaster for others. Soon, a quiet stream of salty tears came rushing down his pale cheeks.

The panicked screams of the passengers and the yells of the paramedics rang in his ears, and soon, the authorities came rushing towards where Nagito was.

After he had been freed from being kidnapped hours prior, Nagito continued on his merry way home. His grayish-green eyes scrutinized the lottery ticket he had picked from the garbage bag he had been abducted in. The middle-schooler chuckled dryly to himself, his heart was churning in pain yet he decided not to give it a mind. After all, he knew how many disasters and fortunes his luck could bring him.

The boy was practically numb now to the cycle, and he had already decided not to let his emotion out anymore, for it only caused him more despair. Pocketing the item moments later, a bright smile graced his lips... however, his dull and lifeless eyes told another story.

"When was it? When was the first time that I started to yearn for death? Because of the countless good and bad luck that I've been experiencing while growing up, I've lost track of time and even the sense of reality."

Once again, Nagito stood in the vast darkness. The male was back in a familiar place... the place where he witnessed his friends' deaths one by one. He would feel the uneasiness starting up, his pale face littered with sweat and his body trembled incredibly. A gasp escaped his lips, knees buckling as his upper body gave up. The silverette was kneeling in the middle of the darkness, hyperventilating with his hands clenching his aching head.

Vicious whispers invaded his mind, attacking the boy from every angle. It was like those voices came from the darkness, echoing throughout the entire vicinity. And what was horrible about this entire existence was that those voices belonged to no one but the people his luck had affected.

His parents. Those innocent people from the airplane. His classmates. His teacher. Hajime. Chiaki. Shiro. Byakuya. Kokichi. And lastly, [Name].

"It's all your fault."

"Because of you, we're dead."

"You're nothing but a worthless piece of crap!"

"Just die in a hole for all I care!"

"Why did I even give birth to you?"

"You insignificant being."

"You should've been the one who died."

"Hey... Maybe it was a mistake that I met you... Nagito-senpai..."

"What a lovely day, huh?"

A young man with pale skin and pearlescent fluffy hair strolled through the public park, hands tucked inside his green jacket as his gray-green hues glanced over at the foliage above him. The sun's rays seeped through the crevice of the irrigated shade and onto the snow-laden land below, making the white melt into water. The young man let out an exhale as he proceeded onward, exiting the forest of regular trees and unto the central plaza where a lone cherry blossom was kept and tended.

This scenario was familiar to Nagito, the only difference was the season when he had visited the park once again. Even though spring is just around the corner, there are still remnants of winter as evidenced by the fluffy white littering some parts of the park. Nagito sighed to himself, a pessimistic air hanging around him as he continued with his daily routine of going to his usual bench and watching the crowd.

A couple was standing underneath the infamous cherry tree, their fingers interlocked together as they watched the snowflakes float down the earth; a family of four was taking a picture by the other side of the tree; a couple of kids ran around the area, throwing melting snowballs at each other; and there's also a trio of friends walking past, giggling with smiles on their faces.

Just watching those countless people made the male somewhat... empty. Ever since attending Hope's Peak, he didn't expect that he would forge such a unique bond with a particular girl like that. Furthermore, his lonely days before due to his luck cycle were little to no concern for him nowadays. At least, that's how he still hoped it would be.

His gaze softened after a minute of watching those people. A sudden thought invaded his mind, making him sport a minuscule smile. He had imagined that same scenario playing in his head, although this time, he was with the girl he deeply cared for and was attached to...

Her precious smile... Nagito had imagined that smile on her face when she would successfully throw a snowball on his face. Her pink-tinted cheeks... He had imagined the blush on her face when he held her hand while they watched the snow from underneath the cherry tree. Her graceful laugh... Once again, the silverette had imagined hearing her laugh as they traversed through the park.

He let out another exhale, walking away with his head hung. Thoughts of the what-ifs were swirling in his mind as he quietly left the area. When he lifted his head, however, his gray-green hues widened in shock to see a silhouette of a particular girl in the distance.

"[Name]...chan?" he blurted her name out in disbelief.

Surprisingly, the person turned around at his call. The person was shortly revealed as the same girl he was thinking about moments prior. The surprise on her face was evident — wide, [e/c] eyes and lips parted. After a few minutes of both staring at each other, the girl was first to break eye contact. She greeted him with her usual closed-eye smile, sending a small wave as she sauntered over to where Nagito was.

"I didn't expect you to be here, senpai. I was surprised."

"Same here," he mentioned, scratching his neck sheepishly. Upon the [h/c]ette's arrival in front of him, he noticed a bouquet of flowers in her hold. He raised a questioning brow, pointing at the bouquet. "Are you...on a date?"

[Name] blinked twice at his unexpected question. She looked down at the flowers and she immediately knew what he meant. Chuckling, she slowly shook her head. "No. I bought this bouquet to give to someone."

"O-oh..." Nagito deflated, and his smile vanished instantly upon hearing her reply. The boy genuinely felt upset at that. "Who is it for?"

The [h/c]-tressed female regarded him with a wistful look, her earlier smile now curving into those of a bitter one. She gazed at the flowers as if they were fragile objects. "This bouquet...is for Sato-san. Since I wasn't able to attend his funeral, the least I could do is visit his grave and give an offering."

"I see... It's for the late Sato-kun."

"Wanna go there together?" the boy suggested, his smile returning.

The girl's face lit up like stars on a cloudless night. "I would love to have you come along, senpai!"

In just half an hour, the pair arrived at Sohansu Cemetery — the place where the Ultimate Song Writer was laid to rest. It took the two just a few minutes to locate Shiro's grave, and once they did, [Name] gently laid the bouquet on the gravestone along with the other bundles. She knelt in front of the gravestone, putting her hands together and closing her eyes to offer a prayer. Behind her was the silverette, standing with his hands tucked inside his pockets.

"I didn't expect to see your grave being filled with flowers... You really are loved, aren't you, Sato-kun? Well, I guess it's natural; you are the Ultimate Song Writer, after all."

Nagito's lidded eyes fell on the said flowers. There was a bouquet right next to the ones [Name] placed earlier, inside were an assortment of fresh roses, everlastings, pansies, and oxalis. Considering how exquisitely picked and arranged the flowers were, the white-haired ultimate could only assume that it came from Byakuya. Then, there's also another bouquet on the other side. This one was full of purple lilies. However, what truly caught the male's attention was the plethora of random purple flowers scattered around the grave.

Carnations, lotus flowers, daisies, roses, lavenders, violets —and others more Nagito couldn't identify — surrounded the slab. Even after months of the ravenette's death, there was still a portrait of him erected just above the gravestone — his violet eyes were glimmering with life, a relaxed smile etched on his fair-colored skin. The Ultimate Lucky Student was blessed with seeing Shiro's face again after he had died. And funnily enough, even the portrait was decorated with flowers — a flower crown made of sakura and wisteria to be precise.

Nagito concluded that whoever decorated this gravestone with this many purple flowers must also be the one who placed the delicately made crown on Shiro's portrait. And if the selection wasn't obvious enough, one may not be able to connect them to Kokichi. The boy chuckled softly to himself, imagining how the indigo-tressed troublemaker had gone out of his way to buy all of those and place them everywhere around Shiro's grave, almost covering the entirety of it.

"Sato-kun must be feeling happy right now when seeing this many flowers offered to him," Nagito mused.

"I'm guessing that Togami-san or Ouma-san — or maybe them both — visited Sato-san earlier," [Name] mentioned, standing up from her kneeling position and dusting her clothes. After fully observing the said flowers, she then laughed lightly. "Sato-san is really loved by those two... I can only imagine how heartbroken they were when learning of his death. When Sato-san was still alive, he was such a great influence on Togami-san and Ouma-san. Whenever he was with them, he could easily handle their distinct personalities and they felt relaxed around him. I'm pretty sure his classmates are also fond of him. And to see this many bouquets offered on his grave, there are no words needed to be said just to know how much they both love him. May it be just a friend... or even more than that."

"A love that is more than just friends... A romantic attraction towards someone..."

"Do you want to receive flowers too, [Name]-chan?" the male asked, curiously glancing down at the shorter female.

The mentioned girl only shook her head. "As much as I love to, I would prefer just being with my loved ones. I don't think I wanted anything more than spending time with those who are important to me... After all, one may only assume when they will last on earth."

"Oh..."

Silence ensued after that. Nagito's gaze was vacant, lidded eyes containing forlorn. Meanwhile, [Name] stood beside the silverette, still glancing at the colorful grave. The cold breeze picked up, making both white and [h/c] locks flutter along with the wind. A minute later, Nagito heard the girl sighed sadly.

"What's wrong, [Name]-chan?"

"Nothing... It's just..." she mumbled. Turning around to face her companion, she flashed him a forced smile, eyebrows creasing as sadness glimmered in her [e/c] pools. "Parting like this is truly heartbreaking... Leaving your loved ones behind... Being left by them... The bond that they shared... Every precious memory... All of those would leave along with the deceased."

At her words, the fleeting thought of their eventual farewell crossed the ultimate student's mind. It was brief, but along it was the feeling of heartache — his heart thumped hard in excruciating pain, his stomach churning with unsettledness. He soon frowns, mirroring the girl's expression.

It's already the day. The day where the ultimate class of batch 77 was to graduate from Hope's Peak. The day where each student whose talents were honed to become the world's beam of hope had their school years come to an end. Both the A and B class of batch 77 sat on their respective chairs by the front row as they listened to the speech of Headmaster Kirigiri. Teachers were lined at the side of the gymnasium, watching the whole graduation ceremony and their students.

Amongst the many graduating ultimates was a certain sickly male with fluffy, pearlescent hair. Just like usual, the boy was detached from his surroundings. He zoned out what the headmaster was saying, completely ignoring everyone else's murmuring and the claps of the crowd. At first, Nagito never thought anything in particular about graduating. He just considered it as a stage in one's life that must be done. However, he just realized how wrong he was with this thinking.

Graduation. The word held much more essence than Nagito could've thought. It has always been associated with parting and moving on with one's life. The precious memories one could've made during their time here... The special bonds one could've made with their peers... The irreplaceable moments one would've shared with others... All of those...would be gone as the individual leaves to finally tackle their separate paths.

Now that the boy thought about it, he then realized how much impact the words [Name] had had on him that day. The bittersweet taste of parting and the heartbreak it brings... Surely, Nagito is experiencing all of those now. His mind brought him back months back — right at the start of his third year in this school. Images of his first meeting with the reserve course student, the days he'd spent observing her from afar, the time he'd finally built up the courage to approach her, the moments that they had bonding together, the rare occasions he'd witnessed her vulnerability... all of those little memories immediately plagued his mind.

The silverette pursed his lips, trying his hardest not to be affected by it. However, his heart was telling him otherwise — it raced inside his chest, each beat harsh and bringing more pain than ever. His whole body was starting to swelter due to worry and anxiety. His face was restless — eyebrows scrunched together and eyes containing a gleam of bleakness.

"Calm down... This isn't like you..."

Fortunately, he did calm down just in time for them to receive their certificate. Chisa went to the whole class, smiling at them as she guided her students to the stage. One by one, the ultimates walked up the stage and the black-haired headmaster gave them their certificates after a handshake. Everyone in the gymnasium applauded for the ultimates.

Eventually, Nagito was next. He ascended the steps and trudged onward to the middle of the stage where the headmaster was. Jin told the silverette a few words and congratulated him for achieving this far in his life. Naturally, the Ultimate Lucky Student flashed him an aloof smile and received his certificate after a handshake. He then faced the crowd, gray-green eyes scanning the unfamiliar faces. In all honesty, he didn't know what to expect by doing this.

His orbs widened an inch when his gaze landed on a particular girl just by the middle of the crowd. The male saw her clapping happily, and when she saw his gaze locked on her, she waved at him with a smile. Nagito sighed in satisfaction, letting a smile grace his lips.

"Nagito-senpai! How's the ceremony? How are you feeling?" [Name] beamed, running up to him after the whole ceremony. She looked at him expectantly, eyes brimming with pure curiosity.

 The mentioned boy sweat-dropped at her unusual enthusiasm, but nevertheless, it did make him happy. He chuckled. "It was nerve-wracking... Being in front of many people and letting them witness you achieve something was unexpected for me. After all, I never did imagine myself being in this situation."

"Wow... That must've been extreme then. The feeling, I mean," the [h/c]ette mused, puckering her lips as she pointed a finger in her mouth to think about it. "After all, you are an ultimate student at Hope's Peak. And almost the entire world was seeing you and the others graduate. Uwah! The flashes of those cameramen were so blinding that it was hard to see you in the crowd."

"Sorry... I may have lied to you, [Name]-chan. Honestly, I don't really feel that way earlier."

He chuckled, scratching his neck sheepishly. "I was meant to ask, but how did you come to the gymnasium? The place was restricted to only the school staff, Main Course students, and the press."

"Oh, that?" she cocked her head, a mischievous grin plastered on her face with a pink hue dusting her cheeks. "I may have snuck in. Hehe..."

Nagito's eyes dilated an inch at her words, blinking as he regarded her in disbelief. After all, for the one year he had spent with her, he didn't expect this particular girl to act like that. Soon after, he chuckled, bringing up his arms to pat her [h/c] tresses. Upon realizing what he was about to do, he stopped midway, internally hesitating whether to continue or not.

In the end, he quietly brought his arm down. "Do you wanna go on a date with a lowly bug like me on this marvelous day?"

"E-eh...?!" red bloomed on the girl's face upon hearing the word date. [E/c] eyes widened an inch as she stared at Nagito's aloof smile, baffled. "W-w-w-what?"

"Hehe... You're so cute, [Name]-chan," Nagito chuckled. "I asked you if you wanted to go on a date with me... But, of course, if only you wanted to. I don't mind if you decline my offer. I'm pretty sure that you have better things to do rather than this."

The girl shook her head rapidly, instantly dismissing his thoughts. "I-I would love to! But, is it okay for you to spend your last day with me? I mean, how about your classmates?"

"It's fine. I wanted to spend the day with you, after all," he simpered.

After the graduation ceremony, the two went out on an unplanned date in the city. Nagito took the girl to many places, surprising her that he knew a lot of locations. When they first went to an arcade center, the girl commented that she didn't expect him to know a lot of places, to which the silverette responded with an awkward chuckle, asking whether her words were a compliment or not. [Name] quickly rephrased her statement because of that, blushing madly for embarrassing herself and making him think she's insulting him. Nagito, of course, just chuckled at her flustered state and cuteness, finding himself blushing as well.

The two would engage in small chats, chuckling and giggling occasionally. They would do something together, and [Name] would often find herself wowing at whatever Nagito did, as he would unintentionally do something in their favor. One example was when he tried the claw machine after the girl's many failures. It was his first time to play it, yet, he had won four plushies, all of which were due to his luck. The [h/c]ette was truly shocked — after all, it was her first time seeing her upperclassman's luck at work. 

For the entirety of the time he spent with her, Nagito felt the butterflies continuously fluttering in his stomach. He felt lightheaded like he was on cloud nine. The way his hand would try to weave itself to the girl's smaller ones — and although he would immediately stop himself just barely — up to the way his heart would pound whenever their bodies would make physical contact, Nagito was glad to experience such feeling.

His thoughts would wander towards [Name] and only her... Everything else in his surroundings was nothing but a blur.

Letting out a satisfied sigh, the boy once again closed his eyes for the umpteenth time that day. Ever so often, he would feel at ease whenever he did this. The thoughts that he didn't pay attention to during that moment came flooding into his head like a continuous movie. Those strips of past memories, future what-ifs, and even his emotions spring to life whenever he does this. And lately, Nagito knew that he wanted this to happen.

"[Name]-chan... I know that I may be a lowly insect compared to the other ultimates, yet, you see me as who I am. Even though our status in school differs — I as the Ultimate Lucky Student and you as the simple and talentless reserve course student — I found myself falling for you. I tried to comprehend the weird changes that happened to me ever since we met that day. At first, I thought it was just a simple attraction because you were the first reserve course student I met and became close with during my three years of attending Hope's Peak. You were intriguing... but it seemed that my attraction wasn't only based on that. Even though I don't understand you fully, I felt really happy that I was able to witness the different sides of you. And I'm truly happy that you accepted me as one of your closest friends here. You didn't shove me away... You tried to understand me... You accepted me. I...am really in love with you...and the tiny hope that resides within. Now that I realized how much you mean to me — and how happy I am to feel these emotions I kept contained for so long — I never wanted them to disappear. I look forward to a future that I don't have to constantly worry about and become afraid of my luck... A future with you there."

"Nagito-senpai?"

"Ah...that voice. A voice filled with sweet, sweet hope. It fills me so much with bliss that I'm so happy to hear it again and again."

Heeding her call, the silverette slowly opened his lids. Grayish-green eyes were met with [e/c] ones. He saw her staring back at him, a slight crease in between her eyebrows with her head tilted to the side as she regarded him with a worried expression. He chuckled at that, sweat-dropping with his hand rubbing his face sheepishly.

"What is it, [Name]-chan?"

"Are you alright?" she asked, frowning with concern. 

The male gently simpered at her. "I'm fine. There's no need to worry."

"Oh..." she mumbled, returning her gaze toward where they were heading. She peered back at him and smiled softly. "I was just wondering if you might be sad."

"Why did you think of that?" he questioned, genuinely perplexed by her thought process sometimes.

She merely shrugged her shoulders. "I don't know — maybe because you can't spend your last day with your whole class?"

He chuckled at her answer, but nevertheless, he felt his heart fluttering at her constant concern for him. Seeing how he reacted to her question, [Name] slowed her pace to match with the lagging male. They walked side by side, a comfortable silence enveloping the two soon after.

"You're everything that matters to me right now, [Name]-chan. I couldn't wish for something else."

"H-huh...?"

Widened [e/c] pools blinked in surprise at the sudden large and cold hands enveloping her small warm ones. Her gaze was fixated on the hand clasping around hers, and then slowly she trailed her attention towards the male who did the act. Cheeks burning, she cautiously lifted her head only to be met with the serious face of her frost-haired upperclassman. Nagito's expression was surprisingly serious, in contrast to his usual aloofness. Those gray-green eyes that were gleaming with enough conviction stared at her confused [e/c] orbs.

After a few moments of staring at each others' pools, Nagito seems to snap out of his trance. His eyes softened, however, he didn't let go of her hands. Lifting it just above his chest, he weaved his fingers with hers. The girl's blush bloomed due to the embarrassing situation. But, she remained silent while watching whatever the boy was planning to do next. Pink hue also decorated the boy's pale face, and soon a minuscule smile decorated his lips.

By the empty sidewalk stood two teenagers — a male of slender and tall stature with wavy white hair and a pale complexion and a female of petite body with [h/l] [h/c] hair. The setting sun provided a change in the scenery as the warm colors of yellow and orange enveloped the evening skies. A breeze passed by, causing their hair to flutter in its direction and providing a natural melody in the place.

Slowly inching his face toward the girl he held a deep affection for, Nagito let their foreheads touch. His orbs bored deeply into those mesmerizing pools of hers, gazing at her lovingly. With a soft whisper, he muttered the words he wished to convey to her days before.

"[Name]-chan... I love you."

[invisibleraven]

A kiss out of spite for Carrie/Reggie please?

Carrie pushed her way through the crowd as she made her way towards the bulletin board where the cast listing was. For the past few years she had always gotten a role in the school's play, but this year they were doing something a bit more serious than student written productions. Sure she wasn't the biggest fan of Kiss Me Kate, but it would look good on her college applications.

She gave a fist pump as she saw she had secured the lead of Lilli/Kate, meaning she would get to show off her singing chops as well. But of course, fate was funny, but who should have the role of Fred/Petruchio but Reggie Peters.

Carrie wished she could seethe at this, but she'd seen his audition and knew Reggie deserved the role. It just sucked that life was imitating life, in it's own cruel way. She had been so into Reggie almost a year ago, but he never seemed to notice her, and she had overheard him saying some hurtful things when questioned about her and her feelings for him.

She had been trying to be above him ever since-ignoring him, cool and petty. It did little to heal the cracks in her heart, nor did it make her feel better, but she would never admit that he had hurt her, that he had any affect on her at all when it came to it.

But now she would have to suck it up and at least be civil so the show would go well. Even if she was sure the drama teacher would see their immediate lack of chemistry, Carrie had to try her best to fake it.

Only-the show was about an ex couple, so a little animosity was called for, and Carrie played into that-being cutting and vicious when called upon, playing the simpering fool and hostage the next.

"You're really good," Reggie complimented her after a scene where she got to show her range.

"You're not terrible either," she replied, not looking at him, not letting her face betray how much she meant it. How much more she wanted to say.

"Thanks," he snorted. Walking away, and Carrie trained herself not to watch him go, not to hear the other cast members call her frigid, and the way Reggie didn't say anything.

At least this time he wasn't agreeing, even if she wished that someone would defend her. But that was the price of pretending you were above everyone-you did it to protect yourself, and still got hurt, even if you had to still seem like you were untouchable.

Yet on stage, she swiped away a tear as places were called, getting ready for Reggie's big number, where he tried to urge her to kiss him. He did it well, and if Carrie was weaker, she might have.

Instead she slapped him, as she was supposed to, then gave a muffled squeak as he pulled her in for a kiss totally unexpectedly. It was a brief, bitter kiss, and Carrie bit down on his lip before pulling back, glaring at him.

"You kiss by the book," she sneered before storming off.

"Carrie wait!" Reggie called as he chased after her.

"You were supposed to throw me over your shoulders," Carrie fumed. "You can't go off book like that!"

"Well excuse me if I thought you'd probably kick me if I did!"

"That's what my character is supposed to do!" she yelled. "We're supposed to hate one another!"

"But I don't hate you!" Reggie retorted.

"Could have fooled me!"

Reggie looked at her, confused and hurt. "Carrie...where would you ever get that idea?"

She glared at him then. "Last year. I think ice princess was a term that was a term used, amongst others."

He deflated at that. "Carrie I was a stupid kid with a crush who wanted his friends to ease off teasing him. You have to know I didn't mean a word of it."

She held herself tight at that, unsure. "And earlier when the others were saying the same sort of stuff?"

"I've never been brave," he admitted. "Wanting everyone to like me, to fit in. I am so ashamed of not speaking up, or defending you. You let it roll off you..."

"I only pretend to," Carrie whispered. "It stings every single time. I have to pretend it doesn't bother me or I would cry all the time. I have to act like I am not still crazy about you even after you broke my heart. Like this play is driving that point home even more, because I know I don't get that happy ending."

"Why don't you?" Reggie asked. "I still have a stupid crush. Heck it's the only reason I went out for this play because I was hoping to get to act alongside you."

"Really?" she giggled.

"Yes!" Reggie said, smiling. "Do you know how pissed Luke is that I am missing band stuff for this?"

"Well I guess you better tell him you got the girl to make it worth it," she replied, watching the smile bloom over his face.

Maybe after that it was a bit harder for them to act like former fuming lovers, but Carrie knew that final kiss they shared as the curtains closed was all real-no acting required.

[oceangirl24]

Find the Word... Nature Edition

Many thanks to my talented bestie @axolotlsupremacyowo for this one!

Tagging: @stealing-your-kittens @the-orion-scribe @amberlide @winterlovesong1 @violetrose-art @kayedium-writes and anyone else who liked to join in the fun. (Sorry if I missed anyone who wanted to be tagged. My memory is bad! 😭)

Words for me to find

Ivy, Palm, Moss, Blossom, Pebble,

Words for you to find

Rose, dirt, vines, oak, lily

Ivy- The Return: Countdown

The only true discrepancy he could find between Jon and Jay was an article about donors to Collegiate School and one about academic honors:

Blake and Jacklyn Turner of Westport, CT, parents of sophomore hockey all-state defenseman, Jonathan Turner, donated $500,000 to the school for  the building of the Ivy Preparatory Hall upon which the cornerstone for the building will bear their name….

…Jay Andrews, son of Richard and Elizabeth Andrews, was awarded the President's Award for Educational Achievement. This is awarded to students who have shown remarkable growth and improvement in their studies…

Shawn leaned back from the table and put his knee up against its edge, musing over all the information he had. Jon and Jay were the same person, of that he was convinced but he still had unanswered questions and he wanted confirmation of what he thought he knew.

Palm (not the tree, just the hand lol)- Saudade: Didn't We Almost Have It All

"I said the same thing, but I couldn't just walk away," Jon told him emphatically. "I tried and got my butt in so much trouble Audrey's dad had to bail me out. I know what it's like to have your parents in and out of your life."

Shawn sat back from him just a little and gave him a curious look. This was not something he'd ever heard before.

"I know what it's like to be kept close when it suits them," he went on. Shawn saw a familiar look in Jon's eyes; one he often had in his own when Chet disappointed him yet again. "I know what it's like to have the people who are supposed to love you and protect you turn their backs on you at fifteen."

Shawn was fighting hard to keep the tears back. So much so that the full meaning of what Jon was saying wasn't sinking in: how similar they were.

"I know the anger, Shawn."

He shook his head unable to see anything anymore. He pressed the palm of his free hand to his eyes to stop the flow.

Without thinking, Jon pulled him closer and tightened his grip on him. "My problem was I ran from my feelin's about my parents. I never dealt with it. Or them."

He paused a moment to collect himself. The kid sitting next to him could easily have been himself at fifteen.

Moss- none

Blossom- Saudade: The Ties that Bind

"Yeah," his teacher shot back. He put a hand against the door of the truck and wagged a finger at him, "but now you're gonna be out on the road with Audrey, too. This is serious, Shawn."

"I know it is!" he insisted. "But we've literally sat in a parkin' lot just goin' over the lights, the seatbelt, how to start the engine."

"You forgot about the adjustin' the rearview mirror and the seat."

Shawn let his head tip back until it made contact with the door's window. "I won't when I get in the truck."

"You just did!"

"I'm standin' outside of the truck," he pointed out, slapping a hand to his face. "Once I'm in the seat I'm sure muscle memory will kick in. Hours of doin' that very thing, Jon. Hours!"

Jon crossed his arms over his chest ready to pull the plug on the driving plans when Audrey walked out of the cabin with a plumeria blossom tucked behind her left ear. Seeing the location of the flower made Jon forget about his misgivings about Shawn's driving.

Shawn barely noticed the flower much less its significance as he rushed to grab the passenger door for her.

Pebble- Saudade: Preparations

But life wasn't so beautiful.

She nearly lost her grandfather before she had the chance to get to know him. If that had happened, Shawn would disappear; there was no way her life could turn out right if his fell apart.

Maya's thoughts drifted to Riley's family. Uncle Jon wasn't the only one not doing well. Mr. Matthews was on a crash course to the same place if something didn't change for him. She couldn't understand why Riley didn't see what was happening to her father. Farkle did. Zay did. Lucas, who could be as naïve as Riley, saw it. Even Smackle, who attended a different school, saw it.

Riley truly believed nothing bad could happen to her father. Unlike Maya, Riley liked to believe beautiful lies. One day, Maya knew, something was going to happen and shatter Riley's world.

She sighed heavily as she scrolled through the files on her phone, determined to be there for her best friend when the pebble cracked the glass around her world. She wouldn't let Riley fall alone.

Tears blurred her sight as she scrolled, irritating her immensely. She didn't want Julia to see and worry. As she reached to wipe the tears away, her thumb hit a file on her phone and a video popped up.

[groenendaelfic]

touch starved Wille ficlet

set during the second half of season 1

The two of them are sitting in the park, alone. Simon is still missing payments from August, and his mom is texting him about stopping by the store on the way home.

There is homework, too. The annoying kind, the one which is needlessly repetitive and takes ages to complete, not the challenging kind, the one which Simon actually doesn't mind all that much, as if their teachers' sole goal is to suck all the freedom and joy out of their lives and tie them down with eternal boredom.

But for now he and Wille have a few minutes to themselves, before they have to go back up to the school for class.

They have found a nice secluded corner, Wilhelm's protection officers out of sight and the afternoon sun high above the lake.

Wille, next to him, is fumbling with his sleeves and staring out onto the water.

"You’re the only one who touches me anymore," he says into the quiet, clearly lost in thought.

Their knees are touching, and Wille’s voice is sad, a desperate note in it that hurts Simon in his very soul.

Simon wants to argue, but can’t.

It’s true. Ever since Wille became Crown Prince it seems as if the entire school took a very respectful step back and stopped seeing Wille as anything other than the heir to the throne.

The teachers won’t even call Wille by his name anymore, and most of the other students are the same, either out of respect or because they are afraid of doing anything wrong.

"I mean my parents were never …"—and here Wille breaks off, only to cross his arms in front of him in a self-soothing hug—"but now it’s not even, like, slaps on the back from the rowing team anymore. Even August is suddenly all different, and … I don't like it."

"Wille," Simon says, pulling the other boy close and wondering how he got there, attending one of the fanciest boarding schools in the country with the Crown Prince, someone who stands for everything he hates, and yet all he can think about, all he can see, is how handsome the other boy is, even with the anguish in his eyes, and how much he wants to kiss him and caress him and enfold him in his arms to keep safe forever.

Wille lets himself be drawn into Simon's embrace and immediately buries his face in Simon's neck, arms still wrapped around himself.

"When I came back after … after … the headmistress asked me if there was anything she could do for me, anything at all, and all I could think about was that I really wanted another hug. I don’t think you’re supposed to hug headmistresses after the age of six."

"Wille," Simon repeats, not knowing what to say. There was never a lack of physical affection in his life.

His mother and sister hug him all the time, and he, Ayub and Rosh are always up in each other’s spaces as well.

He never lacked physical attention, not when Micke was at his worst and not ever, quite the opposite, nor does he crave it the way Wille obviously does. Or maybe he just never had to go a day without a hug from his mom and so never noticed.

The protection officers who are now Wille’s constant shadows don’t help either. They make Simon feel weird and uncomfortable, and he can only imagine what it must be like for Wilhelm, who cannot step a single foot outside of his room without them, and won't be able to for the rest of his life, because he's the Crown Prince, and that means he's constantly being watched and protected, but never hugged.

Even if he can’t see them he knows they are always within earshot, and yet he’s supposed to pretend as if they aren’t there, because they are there to do a job, and asking them to turn around will only result in a decisive—and sometimes awkward—no.

Simon knows, it happened before.

He does not tell Wille that he's sorry, that won't help, but he does tighten his hug and pulls him closer, and it only takes a short hesitation from Wille before he lets go of his own embrace and wraps his arms around Simon, clinging to him so Simon can't let go.

He's not going to. He is quite sure he loves the other boy, who has so quickly become an intrinsic part of his life, and he does not want to let go of him, not ever.

He doubts he could if he wanted to.

[fangirlstorycreator]

Terry KK3 X Reader

Context: You are one of Terry's adult students, and one night after a bad moment with your boyfriend, Terry offers to take you home 💚

Ever since you had joined the cobra kai dojo, you have loved every moment of it, from learning how to protect yourself, to gaining more self confidence. Your sensei was Terry Silver, he was a strict sensei, with most of his students, but he never was with you. He took time for you and instead of demanding you do a karate move, he would support and help you with whatever you were struggling with. You felt safe around him, and were glad that he was your karate teacher.

However, because you were spending so much of your spare time at the dojo, your boyfriend wasnt very happy. He would text you all the time to see when he could see you, and always wanted to know if you were staying over at his place. You knew why he was like this, his only hobby pretty much, was sex. But even then, it wasnt always pleasurable for you too. One night you and he had just grabbed a bite to eat at a local fast food place, and he was driving you to a quiet spot called make out point at the top of the valley. He pulled over, turned off the engine and turned to face you.

"So baby? Wanna have a little fun?" "Ummm sure Jake but, not hear" "Do you want to sit in the back instead? It is a comfier place to have sex" "No Jake. Were out in the open hear and I dont feel comfortable doing that with you, especially in a place where anyone could see us if they drive up hear too" Jake just starts to look frustrated, and is hand grips tight against the steering wheel. "Oh come on, just let loose a little, I dont care if anyone sees us" He says as his tries to lean in and kiss you. "Jake i said i dont want to. No" "Look just let me-" He tries to unbuttoned your shirt and your pushing his hands away, but he wont stop. "Stop ot Jake! I said No!" That's when you slap his right in his face, so hard that he actually falls back in his seat.

"What the hell was that for? I was only trying to get you in the mood!" "When a woman says no, she means no! Unlock the doors Jake I'm going home" "Dont be like that, let's just make out a little and then-" "Unlock the f#cking door Jake!" He sighs and unlocks the door, and you grab your handbag and get out of the car. "I'm not going to be with someone who wont respect me, or make me feel unsafe. It's over Jake, dont ever come near me again" "Your being so dramatic. I'm mean look at where you are, your at least 8 miles away from your house with no car, its pitch black and cold out there. Just get in the car, and maybe I'll forgive you for your little outburst" "I would rather walk 100 miles in the wind and rain than get in your car. I never want to see you again!" You say as you start walking away. "Fine! But you'll be back!" He shouts back to you.

You make your way home in the dark, with the street lamps to light your way. You were hurt, and annoyed at Jake, you couldn't belive he would act like that to you. But he wasnt your problem anymore, and all you wanted to do was get home, have a good cry and maybe a few glasses of wine. It was another 5 miles until you could reach your house, and your hands were starting to feel numb from the cold. Then a few minutes later, you hear a car honk its horn from behind you, and you really hoped it wasnt Jake. It pulled up beside you, and your surprised to see who it is. "Hey Y/N! What are you doing out so late?" "Sensei Silver? Oh I'm uhh...just walking back home" "But you live the other side of the valley? Do you need a ride?"

"Oh that's very kind of you but, I'm fine" He leans over to the open window and looks you up and down. "Y/N, your hands are purple from the cold and your shaking. Plus, you look like you have been crying. I can see that your not having a good night. Come on let me take you home. It's not safe for you to be out this late on your own" Feeling the cold seep into your bones and the blisters forming on the bottom of your feet, you agree to go with him. "Thank you sensei silver" You say as you sit in the passengers seat. "Please Y/N were friends, call me Terry"

You tell him your address and he starts driving through the valley to take you home, he also puts his heaters on the let you warm up. "Its that any better?" "Yes Terry, thank you. I can feel my fingers now" You both chuckle, before he asks you "So? May I ask why your out this late tonight? And by yourself?" "Well the thing is, I broke up with my boyfriend tonight" Terry looks very concerned for you. "He took me to a place called make out point to spend some time together, but I didnt want to. And let's just say he didnt take no for an answer" "Hold on a second? Did he?!-" "No no he didnt no! He wanted to, and he tried. But I stoped him. I kind of slapped him across the face" Terry's angry face gets a little calmer. "Good for you, asshole definitely deserved it. And that's why you dumped him?"

"Yes, if he cant respect me or understand what the word no means, he doesn't deserve me" Terry smiles at you. "I couldn't agree with you more Y/N. A woman like you deserves a man who will protect you, not a little boy who makes you feel unsafe" "Thank you Terry, that's very kind of you to say" "Your welcome Y/N" About 10 minutes later, Terry is parking up outside your house. "Thank you for the lift home Terry, I really appreciate it" "Anytime Y/N. If there is anything you ever need, I will be hear for you when ever you need me" "Thank you Terry, I will be there for you too"

Just as your about to open the door to get out, your phone rings, and you see that its Jake. "Oh for god sake, I told him not to call me again" Terry gives you a mischievous look. "Would you like me to answer him? I could teach him a lesson?" "Do you know what? Yeh, you go right ahead. I don't care what you say to him" So you pass Terry the phone, and he presses the button, putting it on speaker. "Have you had a think about your stroppy outburst baby? Maybe walking back home helped you remember what your missing. You want to come over to my place and have some fun?......baby?" "Yeh...Y/N is no longer available" "Who the hell is this?" You smile as Terry talks to Jake, you can sense that Terry is going to put him in his place.

"Who is this? And why are you on Y/N's phone? Was that bitch cheating on me?-" "Ah ah ah Jakey boy, you need to watch your words now. My name is Terry Silver, perhaps you've heard of me?" You can hear Jake on the other line gulp in fear, you can hear his voice tremble. "Oh sh#t, uhhhh yes, yes I know who you are Mr Silver" "That's good, and did you know that your ex girlfriend is a close friend of mine, and she told me what happend this evening...and I'm reeeaalllyyy not happy" "Look Mr Silver I can expla-" "Shut up. Now you listen to me. If I wasnt out this evening, I wouldnt have been able to take this wonderful woman back home, after you treated her so disrespectfuly. And she would have been made to walk home in the dark and cold all by herself. I am truly amazed how you could be with such a kind hearted, sweet and beautiful woman and treat her like dirt on the bottom of your shoe. Well hears something for you to remember, a woman like her is going to have any real man begging to get the chance to be with her, and I wont allow a little runt like you to make her feel anything less than the goddess she is. So your not going to call, text or see Y/N again, and if you try....you'll have to answer to me. Understood?!"

"Yes, yes mr Silver" "Good, now delete her number and f#ck off" Terry ends the phone call and hands you back your phone. "Wow Terry, that was so amazing. Thank you for defending me, I haven't had anyone fight on my side like that" "You dont deserve someone like that putting you down, and if he tries, he will have me to deal with" "Can I... ask you something?" "Of course" "Did you really mean that stuff you said about me?" He gives you a warm smile. "Every word Y/N" You smile and look away, trying to hide your blush. You pull your keys out and reach for the car door. But before you get out, you turn back to Terry, lean over and give him a sweet kiss on his cheek. "Thank you Terry, For everything. Good night" "Good night Y/N, I'll see you in the dojo on Friday" You walk towards your house, giving him a wave, as he waves back. Then you enter the house as Terry drives off. He has a big smile across his face, and he gently strokes his cheek, right where you kissed him.

[artzychic27]

A few sneak peeks at Pixelator

"Listen up, you little grunts!" Lotta's voice booms through the gym. A few of the students straighten up while the rest continue to look at the group with disdain. "Just because your regular gym teacher is out today, doesn't mean you're free to laze about and try to trick us into giving you an hour and thirty minutes of free play! And if I see any, and I do mean any sort of nonsense, I will paint this gym floor with your guts!"

Kim, Lacey, Victoria, Kendra, and Austin Q all stare at the girl with various looks of shock.

"Dude," Kim whispers. "We're getting graded on our behaviors, too."

"What? That's how my gym teacher talked, and I turned out great!"

Austin Q pinches the bridge of his nose. "Well, now we know what's wrong with you. Okay! You heard the lady! We're not going easy on any of you, just because you're a bunch of snot-nosed little wannabe Plastics and douchebags! Yes, I am referring to you, baby Regina George." He points to the blonde girl with her gym shirt tied in the front and is met with an aghast look. "Pick your jaw up off the floor."

"Dick."

The young students erupt into giggles while those smart enough take two steps back when Austin stalks forward with a deceptively soft smile. He stops in front of this one kid with a face he just can't help but want to punch and huffs. "What's your name?"

"Alexandre, asshat."

"Oh! Your last name is Asshat? Good to know!" Alexandre's look of confidence falters. "Hey, everyone! His last name is Asshat! I was gonna assume, Bath-Mat, not because of your shaggy hair and the bit of baby fuzz on your arms, but for the sole fact that you smell like feet! Hey, why decide? Your full name while you're with me, is Alexandre Bath-Mat Asshat! ABA, that's what I'll call you from now on! Whenever you see me in public, I'll be there calling you by your full name!"

The young blonde's lip quivers as he tries to come up with a comeback, but he's completely petrified. "Y-you can't-"

"I-I can't what?" Austin mocks. "I can't talk to you like that? What? You come from money? A fancy private neighborhood? Well, guess what, ABA." His expression darkens. "I can buy and sell whatever hovel you decided to crawl out of." After a moment, he snaps his fingers when Alexandre has only this vacant look in his eyes. "Huh. Took less time than expected. Well, now that I've proven just how well I can break your individual spirits, I think it's time for a game! Lotta, Kendra, Victoria, get the dodgeballs out of the equipment closet."

A short brunette girl raises her hand. "Sh-should we split into teams?"

"No, dear," Austin answers in a much softer tone. "Today, we'll be playing a fun game from back when I was in the fourth grade. A little game called... Bombardment."

Kim and Lacey weren't sure why the others suddenly paled when they heard that word, but they had a feeling they'd see why in a bit.

—

"YOU WANNA GO, YOU LITTLE PUNK?!" Jean screeches to the top of his lungs as Spinelli tries to keep his arms secure around his waist. “Come on! You think I won’t kick your ass!”

The thirteen-year-old retorts with a, ”Bite me, princess!”

Jean slaps Spinelli in hopes that will get him fo release them, but the noirette won’t budge. “Just three seconds! Three seconds!”

"Jean, cool it! You can't fight a kid!" Spinelli tries to reason, but is met with a, "It's a three-year age difference!"

All they were doing was discussing everyone's favorite play or musical. Then this kid, this bold kid decided to diss George Salazar in front of Jean Duparc of all people. And without any hesitation whatsoever.

Spinelli lifts Jean off of the floor and tries to get a word in. "Jean! Hey- Hey! Listen to me! There will be no fighting kids all over what they said about your favorite actor!... Alright?" When Jean starts to calm down, he sets him back down. "Okay, thank you."

But then someone just had to say something. "Yeah! That's right! Protect your boyfriend, twinkle-toes!"

It was strangely eerie how slowly Spinelli turned his head toward the same student who riled Jean up. "... DON'T YOU MAKE ME COME OVER THERE!" It's Jean's turn to hold him back now.

As you can see, they’re all great with kids

[danceylancey]

Lance gets possessive. Hunk first noticed when he had a crush on one of their teachers, always getting pissy when she ignored him or chose another student. When it came out that she was married to Iverson Lance then vowed to spend the rest of his life making the oldest man’s own miserable, as if him marrying Lance’s crush two years before he even met her made him his enemy. Hunk didn’t think too much of it, his best friend love dramatics, plus when people were mean to Hunk Lance would embarrass and tell them to back off, but nothing else! So, clearly, Lance was just being dramatic over loosing a crush. But then there was Ryan Kinkade. When Kinkade joined their class Lance would spend hours watching him, drawing him in his book and waxing poetry about him. That was odd sure, but was more concerning was that Lance never spoke to him. Lance loved talking with people, especially when he got to flirt and make a move, yet he would always look away or make up some excuse every time Kinkade tried to speak to him. Hunk asked him and took Lance’s answer as him just being shy and nervous as truth, clearly Lance actually liked the guy, of course he wouldn’t want to mess it up. It was several months later that he found the book. Under a floorboard in their shared room he found a leather book with a buckle to warn it didn’t even keep it shut. Inside he was horrified to find hundreds of Photos of their old teacher with lovehearts and lipstick kisses covering everyone. Skimming a few pages he found that after what had to be a year worth of photos, was a new face. Kinkade. Only this was worse, because it wasn’t just in class with snap chat filters but sneaky shots in hallways and the locker room, even some of Kinkade asleep in his dorm room. Even more kisses were covering the pages, along with a few snippets of hair, a bloodied Band-Aid here and there as well as Lilly pop sticks, wrappers and even chewed up gum. Hunk realises with Ice cold fear that his friend had an obsession. Not a crush or fling, but a full blown obsession with people who barely even knew he existed. Lance was sick in some way, there was no doubt. But Hunk couldn’t find it in himself to tell anyone about it, not when Lance would keep him safe from bullies and taste test his food, or when he would let Hunk cry and show his emotions without mocking him! Hunk puts the book away and just prays Lance doesn’t devolve into physical violence. He knows for sure Lance will not hurt Kinkade (although he almost hurt James Griffen when he slap Kinkade on the ass as a joke, only stopping because Hunk claimed to feel sick) after he notices his focus changing from Kinkade to someone new. He checks the book a few days later and isn’t all that surprised to find the book has changed again, several new pages added with a similar theme to the last ones, only now the shots are further away as his new target is smart and could catch on quicker. Hunk felt relieved a year ago when Keith dropped out, inadvertently saving his own hide (and possibly life) only for that relief to be washed away like a tsunami when they all end up stuck in space together. Hunk checks Lances room after a couple days of him pretending not to like Keith and looks for his book, hoping he forgot it and that maybe that would mean he would stop. His heart actually stops for a second when he finds a brand new book, with the words ‘My One True Love’ engraved on the front with a blade, each paged filled just like the others with crazy words, love hearts, kisses and photos of Keith. Hunk knows somethings wrong with his friend and that there’s no going back, not when Lance has seemingly settled on who he’s chosen, and certainly not when there’s two whole pages dedicated to Lances prize possession. Hunk has no idea how Lance got a pair of Keith’s underwear of all things, but he’s sure he doesn’t want to ask. Hunk is fine to just protect his friend from anyone who might have an issues with him, even if it means risking Keith’s safety. Hunks fine keeping his friends secret as his own, even if Lance knows he knows already.