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Kieran Part Bonus: I AM SO PROUD OF MY BOY

And now for my really actually final analysis post about Kieran, covering both the epilogue and also his scenes in the League Club room once you’ve finished that. Somehow both of these relatively short pieces of content still managed to be packed with delightful nuance showcasing both how Kieran’s still struggling with his issues and yet also how much he’s grown since his main arc. They are absolutely lovely and fill me with so many warm happy feelings about my boy.

Honestly, it’s remarkable, not just from a Pokémon-writing perspective but as a piece of fiction in general, to have this kind of satisfying follow-up for a character arc. Usually once a character’s arc reaches a resolution, their story just ends there, and we don’t get to see more of how they’re processing what they’ve been through and learning to grow further in the aftermath. So it’s a really wonderful breath of fresh air to get to see something like that for once here with Kieran! The Pokémon writers absolutely did not have to make the epilogue and postgame content focused on showcasing this, and yet they did. I am, once again, pleasantly boggled by how much they cared about doing Kieran’s story justice. Just, wowzers, man. There really is no more appropriate word for my amazement than that.

(This is an epilogue, if you will, to my previous two analysis posts discussing Kieran’s character arc in The Teal Mask and The Indigo Disk! Reading those before this is probably recommended.)

Before even getting into things that are strictly from the epilogue itself, can I just say: I really love that Kieran took a mental health break from Blueberry Academy to give him some time to process things? (Okay, the game only calls it a “break”, but let’s be real, it is for his mental health, and this is Good.) It just makes me very happy that the writing acknowledged that he’d probably need something like that after what he’s been through instead of going straight back to business as normal at school – and in an in-story sense, it’s lovely that Kieran realised he needed this and didn’t try and force himself to just keep going as if nothing had happened. He’s starting to learn to take care of himself and not push himself way too hard!

Making new friends

The first lovely sign of Kieran’s growth that we see in the epilogue is that, not only does he want to catch up with you, he also wants to meet your friends from Paldea! He must have spent some time during his break thinking about the fact that you mentioned you had friends from there.

And the thing is, with Kieran’s insecurities, it would have been so easy for him to slip into a mindset of “your friends are probably way cooler than me, why would you need me”. But instead of letting himself get caught up in that jealousy spiral again, he fought against it and did the healthy thing of asking to meet them himself. Hopefully he can become friends with them too and then he’ll have nothing to feel jealous about! He outright says when he meets them, “Any friend of [yours] is a friend of mine!” Look at him go. (Arven should take notes on how not to act insecure about one’s best friend having other friends, because damn, Kieran’s managing to be more well-adjusted than him now.)

All this is also just a sign that Kieran’s hoping to try and make more friends in general. He’s such an introvert that he must have figured that’d be easier for him to do with people for whom he has a mutual friend to get to know them through. Plus, if they’re your friends, then he already has a guarantee that they’ll be good and nice people. Way more manageable for him than trying to approach complete randos.

And really, it’s such a huge remarkable thing for Kieran that he is trying to make friends now. Friends, plural! This is the kid who used to be so lonely and shunned by others that his big dream was to one day be like the ogre who, according to him, doesn’t care that it’s all alone. And maybe then, if he managed that, he’d be able to befriend the ogre – just that one other person who is also alone and outcast. It never even crossed his mind to try and imagine that one day he could be confident and worthy enough to just… have some human friends. That wasn’t even an option in his head – it was “learn to not care that he’s alone” or nothing.

And yet look at Kieran now, actively reaching out to try and make new friends! I am so proud of him.

Learning to ask for help

Soon after you meet up with Kieran, it becomes apparent that something is Very Wrong with his sister. According to Kieran’s account, it was shortly after he sent you the letter that Carmine became possessed, so it’s not that the letter was secretly a call for help in which he couldn’t bring himself to admit the actual problem.

And even now that you’re here… Kieran wasn’t going to tell you about this problem at all until Carmine happened to wander up and start mochi-dancing in front of you. He tries to play the whole thing off like it’s totally normal and she’s definitely just… excited to see you???, even though he has to know that doesn’t make any sense at all. On some level this is just because it’s really scary to admit to himself that something is very wrong and he doesn’t have a clue how to fix it. But it’s also because… he still doesn’t feel like he has the right to ask you and your friends for help.

This is one of the ways in which Kieran’s issues and low sense of self-worth from before are still lingering and have not just been magically, instantly fixed. While he may be making a conscious effort to fight through his insecurities to try and make more friends, he hasn’t started consciously tackling everything that was holding him back just yet. It seems like he imagines that asking your friends for help, these people he’s only just met, would just make him a burden on them and maybe spoil any chance he had of actually becoming their friend himself. (Although, even if you’d come to visit him alone, I suspect he’d still struggle to ask even just you for help, simply due to his old ingrained mindset that he’s not worthy enough to deserve it.)

Happily for Kieran, your friends are all good people who instantly unthinkingly offer to help without him even needing to ask them! Kieran’s sheer surprise and gratitude when this happens is so telling about his insecurities for why he didn’t feel he could ask, but it’s also lovely to see him starting to realise that his instinctive way of thinking about this is mistaken. Welcome to having friends, Kieran, this is how it works actually! Most people are good and will be happy to help out a friend in need! It’s okay to need help sometimes!

There’s another very innocuous line that I find interestingly telling about Kieran’s mindset regarding this. When you’re all at the community centre wanting to use the TV, Kieran laments that it’s stuck playing the tourism ad because the caretaker hid the remote, so Arven immediately suggests you all look for it. And Kieran reacts, in surprise, “Why didn’t I think of that?” It reads as largely rhetorical, but… it’s a good question.

Why didn’t Kieran think of just trying to find the remote? Because he’s spent so long stuck in a mindset where, if things are bad for him, it’s just what he deserves for being weak and there’s nothing he can do about it. His response to his problems during the main storyline was to completely separately fixate on making himself Stronger so that, in theory, problems would just stop happening to him entirely. It never occurred to him to try and just face and deal with his problems directly – at least not until the climactic battle with Terapagos, which was the first time he ever found the courage to take such an approach – so the notion to do so still isn’t quite habitual in his mind just yet.

Hopefully Kieran asking why he didn’t think of that wasn’t quite so rhetorical, and he was reflecting on it himself a little when he said it. He ought to realise that actually, taking action to directly solve his problems is a good thing and something he should strive to do more! He has already begun to do so in some ways by reaching out in an attempt to make more friends, at least.

Solving the problem

Kieran sure does get a lot more practice at Directly Solving Problems thanks to the events that go on to occur that night, doesn’t he. I love that the epilogue’s plot, while ostensibly just there to give players an opportunity to catch Pecharunt, is also a narrative that exists to let Kieran get to be a hero alongside you.

It’s somewhat low key, but Kieran definitely gets pretty freaked out about everything that’s happening. Which is really perfectly reasonable – though the effects of the possession are incredibly silly, it’s still got to be genuinely frightening to see people he knows getting controlled against their will by some unknown force, especially when this includes his own family. (One detail I love is that the game uses that lack of a highlight in his eyes during certain lines to communicate the fear he's feeling and trying not-so-successfully to hide; it’s a small thing, but it works so well.)

Once you’ve fought off his possessed grandparents, Kieran starts to panic, convinced it’s only a matter of time before it gets him (even though the evidence of how exactly the possession occurs is right there if he’d just stop to think about it for a moment). On some level, he must still have this sense that, if it can get all these people he looks up to, surely it’ll get him too who’s so much weaker than them. His inferiority complex is still there and affecting him, especially in this stressful situation.

Good thing Kieran has you by his side, the strongest coolest friend ever whom he knows he can rely on! If you hadn’t been there to reassure him and snap him out of it, he really might have lost himself to his panic. Or he might have just not even tried to battle the possessed people and do something about all of this in the first place – see the earlier point about how him facing problems directly is still not instinctive to him. He’s able to do so here, but a lot of that is probably thanks to being able to follow your lead. Still, this is bound to help him get better at doing so on his own in future!

Kieran’s also still a bit too liable to feel like things are his fault even when they really aren’t. He blames himself for not warning Arven and Penny about the mochi in time, even though he was literally about to do so when Pecharunt showed up and sniped mochi directly into their mouths. That can’t be called Kieran’s fault at all! He tried! (And, hey, it’s not like you made any attempt to warn them either.) But he still feels responsible for it anyway.

And he’s also still rather defeatist when it comes to facing Strong Opponents in battle. Kieran couldn’t defeat Nemona earlier in the day, so when it comes down to facing off against her in order to get to Pecharunt, he just feels like he can’t do it, end of. Really, that’s not necessarily the case – since this is an emergency and not a friendly battle for sport, there’s no reason you have to beat Nemona in a fair 6-on-6. Anything to get past her will do; the two of you could have taken her on in a 12-on-6 double battle, perhaps! Kieran did not need to momentarily feel useless in this situation, but he did, because not being able to win against someone still equates in his mind to being No Good At All. Kieran, nooo.

Happily, the narrative provides Kieran with something else to do with himself while you fight Nemona so that he is very decidedly not useless in the slightest – fighting off the entire town’s worth of people behind you??? That is equally as necessary as taking down Nemona, something without which you’d never have managed to get to Pecharunt, and it must take some incredible battling skill to be able to hold off that many opponents at once. Like, dang, Kieran. I really hope he’s able to reflect on this in the aftermath and realise how incredibly strong and cool that was of him, because it was.

(He was holding his own one-against-many, just like he always admired Ogerpon for doing!)

Kieran’s fear and pessimism also show through just a tiny bit as you’re fighting Pecharunt at the end, when he reacts to the fact that you were able to damage it. Apparently he was afraid that this thing would be completely invulnerable and it just wouldn’t be possible for even someone as amazing as you to beat it and stop the curse. Yikes, that must have been a scary thought. But still, it all worked out in the end! Kieran’s learning that even when things are scary and feel overwhelming, by facing up to them and doing his best, it’ll usually turn out okay! Especially because he’s not alone and has friends by his side to support him now.

And, hey, one way or another, it seems like the events of the epilogue did help give Kieran that last little push he needed to decide to go back to Blueberry Academy! I imagine he was already thinking about doing so – he is actually a very stubborn and determined person at his core, so I don’t think he could ever have been considering just giving up on it – but all of this probably helped give him the confidence to make that leap. The thought of apologising to everyone for how he acted must still be incredibly daunting – but, he’s begun to realise that he can face scary things!

His old Kitakami team

During the epilogue’s battles, I was absolutely delighted to see Kieran send out Poliwrath, one of the Pokémon he used in Teal Mask but not in Indigo Disk – because this is proof that he’s been reconnecting with the Pokémon friends he left behind back then! As it turns out, the rest of his team for these multi battles is the same as his Champion team, with only the Polis switched, but even so, Poliwrath’s presence is enough to be a promising sign for all of his old Pokémon friends.

And this gets further confirmed by his dialogue with Arven in the clubroom! Arven asks Kieran which of his Pokémon he’s closest to, and he mentions his Hydrapple (which has been with him since it was an Applin), his Poliwrath and Politoed, his Yanmega, and his Furret! This accounts for all of the Pokémon Kieran had in his Teal Mask battles up to the third one, after which he started to fixate hard on getting stronger to prove himself to you, so these are likely all of the Pokémon that were friends of his from the start. And he still considers them friends now, which means he reconnected with them all and apologised as necessary for any leaving them behind/thinking they were weak/etc that he might have done! Yes good, Justice For Furret was had, I could not be happier.

(Okay, we never saw the second Poli back then, but the way he talks about both Polis together suggests they’re a pair, so I imagine they were both his friends back then, too. He also never used Applin against you before evolving it into Dipplin – which is fair, Applin is very not good in battles – so the lack of us seeing another Poliwag/whirl is probably because he felt he needed to use a diverse team that didn’t have two of the same species. He doesn’t have to battle with all of his Pokémon for them to still be his friends, after all! He still doesn’t battle with most of them now in the clubroom battles either, which use his same Champion team, but that doesn’t stop them from being his precious pals!)

(On the other hand, since there is no sign nor mention of them in the postgame, I suspect that, like Cramorant before them, his Gliscor, Shiftry and Probopass from the final Kitakami battle got released. Kieran would have only had them for like a day or two during the events of Teal Mask, since he only caught them after he fixated on getting stronger, so I doubt he’d grown very attached to them during that time. Still, that’s okay, because hey, he did make them stronger, which is probably all they ever expected from him when they joined his team.)

Nemona is Good

One extremely delightful aspect of the epilogue and beyond is Kieran’s interactions with Nemona. It turns out that her outlook on battling is exactly the kind of thing Kieran needed to help regain a healthier view on it himself!

His feelings about his own battling skills are still very all-or-nothing at the beginning of the epilogue. When Nemona excitedly declares that she’s heard he’s really good at battling, Kieran’s pretty dismissive of that idea. He couldn’t beat you, therefore that means he’s Not Good At It, right? (Kieran, no.) He also says that Nemona “destroyed” him once they’ve battled – but based on the fact that she has nothing but praise for how good he is, I very strongly suspect that he actually gave her a really tough fight, and he only framed it that negatively because losing at all still makes his inferiority complex blow things way out of proportion.

Happily, delightfully, Nemona tells Kieran exactly what he has always needed to hear this whole time, which is that it shouldn’t matter whether you win or lose, because battles are fun either way! And with a moment to reflect on that, he agrees… yeah, they are, he had a lot of fun!

We’d heard from Drayton that Kieran was always a kid who’d deeply enjoyed battling, from the very beginning. But it seems that somewhere along the way he’d stopped loving it so much, at least when he’s the one battling - probably because he’d often lose, which would trigger his inferiority complex and make him feel bad. We only saw a small glimpse of his passion for battling ourselves at the beginning of Teal Mask, mostly when he watched you battle his sister, and a little bit in his own early battles with you, but he still felt bad over losing, poor kid.

But with Nemona’s help, Kieran’s been able to remember just how much he always loved battling and can just enjoy himself with it again! In your clubroom battles with him, he has a line just before he Terastallises where he says “these feelings never change” – and though he doesn’t specify what feelings he’s talking about, the one thing about Kieran that has never changed this entire time, even if he sort of lost sight of it for a while along the way, is the thrill he gets from battling! He also says in another line that he’s “having a blast” – which is phrasing that Nemona uses that Kieran never has before, so apparently he picked that up from her? Aww. I am so glad he could meet her; she is exactly the breath of battle-loving fresh air he always needed.

Kieran’s clubroom conversation with Nemona is also very good and helps him let go of his all-or-nothing mindset a little more. Nemona praises him for how quickly he climbed the ranks of the BB League, which he insists is meaningless because he pushed himself unhealthily hard and then still couldn’t beat you in the end. But Nemona helps him reframe it and think of it as: he was incredibly dedicated, and it must mean he really loves Pokémon and battling, which is true! This has to help Kieran view his training arc in a more positive light instead of focusing on the negative aspects like his toxic obsession and lack of self-care. Hopefully if/when he starts training hard again, he’ll be able to feel better about it and not associate it with all the bad things, thanks to Nemona! (But also, Kieran, please remember to not neglect self-care again, that was bad. I imagine he has indeed got the message about that, since the way he talks about that aspect in this conversation seems tinged with regret.)

Carmine is Trying

Another thing we see in the epilogue – admittedly only a small glimpse near the end, but it’s something – is that Kieran’s relationship with his sister seems to have gotten a little bit healthier? They each make equal-opportunity Sibling Banter jabs at each other, and Kieran doesn’t slump and shrink and look so defeated when she bites back against one of his. There’s probably still some ways to go here on their dynamic becoming completely truly healthy, but it’s definitely progress from before, which is good to see.

I think Carmine really must have reflected on her role in Kieran’s breakdown and is trying in her own fumbling awkward way to do better by him now. A delightful sign of this is one of her scenes in the clubroom, in which she resolves to be less protective of Kieran, even if it’ll make her lonelier without him around as much. That’s exactly what she needs to do! After all, this whole thing started because Carmine couldn’t bear to let her brother endure even the tiniest amount of badfeels that would have come from learning he happened to miss out on meeting the ogre. Carmine has realised on some level that she needs to have more faith in Kieran and his ability to endure and get through stuff on his own, rather than trying too hard to protect him from everything ever, which just results in coddling him and stifling his possibility for growth. She still does want to look out for him from a distance and be able to help if he really does need it, but she’s trying not to overdo it any more. Yes good, I am proud of her too.

Reconciling with his schoolmates

I said already in the Indigo Disk post that it’s incredibly brave of Kieran to resolve to apologise to everyone he hurt and make amends, and this is still true. That has to have been so scary, but he went and did it anyway! It seems he even apologised to the people who cared about him, such as his sister and Amarys, for worrying them with his behaviour – which also means he has managed to comprehend the fact that people cared about him, even back then when he was at his most unlikeable.

And by the sounds of what he says in his clubroom scenes, most people took his apologies well and are talking to him like normal now, which has to have been such a relief. It means a lot that Kieran wasn’t expecting anything of the sort and apologised anyway despite expecting backlash, simply because it was the right thing to do – but hey, most people are nice and can probably tell he was decidedly Not Himself during that time and are willing to put the past behind them! Social interaction isn’t quite as scary as he’d used to think, it turns out!

Even then, some things are still a bit weird, and with how far-reaching his impact as Champion was, Kieran’s bound to keep having to deal with this for a while. There must keep being more people he was a jerk to that he still hasn’t apologised to yet, people being intimidated by him because they don’t realise he’s changed, constant reminders of some of the hurtful things he said and did back then. Making amends is going to be a pretty long-term thing, but Kieran is putting in the effort to do so all the same, because it’s the right thing to do, and he is so brave.

Someone who is making this harder than it needs to be is Drayton, because of freaking course he is. He still insists on rubbing in the “ex-Champ” thing, even though Kieran has made it clear he does not appreciate being called that (of course, he no longer minds that he’s not Champion any more, but the fact that Drayton insists on constantly reminding him of his past self has to sting). On the one hand, Drayton is still concerned about Kieran in his own way, because he does effectively ask if Kieran’s eating better meals now, but on the other hand their entire clubroom interaction features him deliberately dodging Kieran’s genuine attempts to just engage with him in an effort to make amends, and, geez. This is exactly what he wanted from Kieran all along, and yet he is somehow still not satisfied. Seriously, Drayton.

At least Drayton is the only one of the Elite Four to be like this, and the others seem to be on good terms with Kieran now! Look at Lacey insisting that the past is in the past when Kieran acts confused that she’d want to help him after he was such a jerk to her. (Someone needs to take notes there, Drayton.) And it seems like Kieran’s got another good friend in Crispin, who’s in the same class as him! Our boy is making so many new friends and it is wonderful.

Of course, his insecurities are still around, and he’s still a little too liable to assume he’s doing something Wrong in social situations, as we see in a couple of his clubroom interactions. That one with Arven about his Pokémon is an example, as Arven phrased things as if he expected Kieran to have just one single closest Pokémon buddy, and Kieran seemed to feel bad that he actually had multiple candidates and couldn’t pick – but happily, Arven reassured him that it’s cool to not be able to choose, too! And in Kieran’s interaction with Crispin, he reflexively apologises for not having watched the latest episode of a show, but Crispin calls him out on the apology, and Kieran is able to question himself as to why he apologised and conclude that he didn’t need to, because it’s not like Crispin’s going to mind.

He is learning! He does not need to feel like he has to perfectly match his conversation partner’s expectations in order to be their friend! Kieran’s approach to his own issues has become so healthy and filled with self-reflection and growth, and I am so proud of him.

Friendship with you

Kieran is also able to be a whole lot healthier about his friendship with you, now that you’re properly friends again after everything! Possibly my favourite completely innocuous line in the epilogue is when he casually mentions that you and he became friends during the school trip to Kitakami. This is actually huge, because Kieran had spent so long utterly convinced that you couldn’t possibly have meant it when you called him a friend back then, not after the lie and all of his issues about being too weak to deserve it. But now, he’s been able to reflect on that and realise… of course you meant it. Of course you always wanted to be his friend, right from the very beginning! It wasn’t on purpose of you that he got left out of meeting Ogerpon at all, because you’re a good person and you wouldn’t do something like that, and he never actually deserved that after all.

(Perhaps sometime during his break, he had a proper talk with his sister about what happened and why she lied, and Carmine finally got to fully express that you and she never meant to hurt him and shun him with that.)

Kieran is still not over his idolisation of you, mind you. He reacts to you being the one to find the TV remote of all completely mundane things with “Wowzers! ‘Course you found it first!” – which, really isn’t a wowzers or an of course? Your magical protagonist powers do not and should not extend to this, and yet they still do in Kieran’s head. But even though he still views you this way, Kieran is so much healthier about it now. He’s no longer bitter and jealous and beating himself up for not being as perfect as he thinks you are, since nobody is (not even you, not really) – instead, he’s just so incredibly thrilled that he actually gets to be friends with someone so cool!

I really love that the devs went and gave Kieran a new losing animation for his clubroom battles, too. His previous ones always had him being varying levels of upset about losing, but not any more! He just stares in wide-eyed awe at your amazingness, and then breaks into a big smile and thanks you for the battle, because he still had great fun even though he lost! And he’s able to freely admit that he looks up to you because you’re so strong, or, in an optional line in the epilogue, he admits that he’s jealous that your friends are all really good people. He still has those feelings, but he’s able to healthily express them now without letting them twist him into something harmful.

It seems like he’s still a little insecure about if he deserves to be friends with you, though, based on a few small things. When he asks you for a trade in the clubroom, he appears hesitant to ask, as if he’s not sure he has the right to, and if you say no – even though there’s every chance this is just because you want some time to decide on an appropriately special Pokémon to give him – he slumps, probably having had his sensitivity to rejection triggered. And even once you’ve traded, he can later ask if you’re absolutely sure he can really keep the Pokémon you traded him, because he can’t quite believe he could get to have such a cool gift from you of all people. Aww, Kieran. Hopefully his hypothetical future interactions with you will help squash this insecurity of his further, because he deserves to feel comfortable in his friendship with his best friend!!!

Ogerpon

Another seemingly-innocuous but extremely good line in the clubroom is that Kieran can ask you if Ogerpon’s doing well and say that he thinks she’ll be pretty happy with you. He says this in a completely casual way, with no hint of bitterness – which tells us that he’s no longer jealous that you caught Ogerpon! It makes sense that he wouldn’t be, because he doesn’t need her acknowledgement any more like he used to think he did in order to feel worth something. He’s already got acknowledgement and self-worth and happiness now for so many other reasons, after all! So he can just be selflessly happy for Ogerpon that she’s found a trainer she can feel safe and happy with too, without being irrationally preoccupied over what she thinks of him.

It is interesting to see in this dialogue that Kieran initially calls her “the ogre” before correcting himself to “Ogerpon” – apparently, he’s only quite recently made an effort to shift what he calls her in his head. It’s true that in his reaction to her in the Champion battle, he did indeed just call her “the ogre”. It’d make sense that he didn’t actually work to shift his mental idea of what to call her during his Indigo Disk arc, despite knowing her species name, because the name “Ogerpon” likely brought back too many painful reminders of everything that happened in Kitakami. It was probably easier for him to just stick with “the ogre” and try to forget anything had changed. But he’s okay with what happened now!

And maybe Kieran trying to make a habit of using her name now is a sign that he’s started to realise that Ogerpon is her own individual who’s not quite the same as the mental image he always had of what “the ogre” was like? Maybe. It’s hard to be sure. Unfortunately the epilogue/postgame can’t do much with Ogerpon because it’s always optional for her to be on your team or even in your game at all (since you could in theory have released her or traded her away). But we can at least hypothetically imagine that in Kieran’s continued interactions with you, he’ll get the chance to hang out with Ogerpon a little and come to understand her better. It certainly seems now that he’d be able to hang out with both you and her without feeling uncomfortably jealous, which is a good start! (And Terapagos is on the list of ‘people’ he owes an apology to, so let’s imagine he gets a chance to do that, too.)

Moving forward

The “climax”, such as there is one, of Kieran’s mini-arc of scenes in the clubroom is him excitedly telling you that he’s had the BB League drop him from their rankings. Although your character seems a little bewildered by it (they are still a bit of a social dumbass), this is in fact an extremely good thing for Kieran! He’s taking a step back from the competitive side of things for the sake of his mental health, so that he can untangle himself from the toxically-obsessive mindset that he was in back when he was only focused on winning! Look at Kieran doing all this good self-reflection and self-care, it is so lovely to see. He doesn’t even seem to view this as any sign of him failing, either – he’s just comfortably acknowledging that he needs to do this for now for his own sake and there’s no shame in that.

Kieran seems pretty sure that he is going to want to get back into competing once he’s cleared his head a bit, but he’s already so much more casual and healthy about it! He says he’s going to shoot for the Champion title again, and even if you respond with a friendly taunt of “You still won’t beat me!”, he takes it so well. He’s genuinely okay now with the thought that he might never quite be good enough to beat you – he just wants to have fun trying. Look at how far he’s come!

In the meantime, while he sorts his head out, he just wants to spend time with his Pokémon (who mean a lot to him as far more than just sources of battling strength!) and his human friends (whom he has so many of now???) and figure out what he really wants to do with himself from here. Good for him!

Kieran’s still just a kid, and seeing him already learn how to grow from his mistakes and face up to his lingering issues and be just so emotionally healthy about things now is such a promising sign for wherever he’s going to end up in future. I love that the epilogue and these postgame clubroom scenes put so much effort into showing us this about Kieran now, reassuring us that he really is going to be okay. I truly could not be more proud of or happy for my boy.

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RHETT ABBOTT

Yellow Soul by @creatchie8

Trapped in a relationship with your high school sweetheart Perry is like a never ending nightmare of always stepping on eggshells. One winter break changes everything as you are reintroduced to his younger brother, Rhett. Looking for an escape, Rhett provides the perfect shelter you crave.

right where i want you by @sushiwriterhere

Standing there, staring at the cotton balls in the trash, some part deep inside of you decides that it’s now or never with Rhett.

Odds are Stacked by @sunlightmurdock

In which Rhett loses a bet and you lose your virginity.

Wayfaring Stranger by @/sunlightmurdock

Betrayal sends Rhett veering further West, searching for answers and searching for himself. Instead, he finds you.

Much Love by @southpawbitch

you & rhett have found yourselves in a little fwb situation despite the fact that you have a fiancé.

About Last Night by @delopsia

A self-indulgent take on Rhett's best friend coming back to Wabang and surprising him after his final rodeo.

Dancing Beneath the Moon by @/delopsia

How is it that your heart only longs for the ghost of a cowboy? And why do you get the feeling that his heart utters the same for you?

Closing Time by @youvebeenlivingfictional

“You’re having a helluva night, huh,” You comment. “S’that supposed to mean?” “You got a shit bull, then you struck out with that girl…And you failed to bait Luke Tillerson into trying to kick your ass.”

RAFE CAMERON

Untouchable by @boneblushed

It is crucial that the head boy and girl of Kildare Academy work together. Too bad the head girl is you and the head boy is Rafe Cameron.

Glitch by @/boneblushed

Rafe has a bad fall on the ski slopes. A temporary amnesiac, he falls in love with you all over again.

So Gorgeous It Actually Hurts by @/folkloreslovechild (deactivated)

childhood enemies to lovers, the slowest of burns, an unbearable amount of pining, both parties in heavy denial for like 90% of the fic, Rafe’s a total douchebag but he can’t help it (you’re gorgeous).

Euro Trip by @/folkloreslovechild (deactivated)

europe summer trip au!

new light by @outerbankies

you come home from college to spend your last summer before senior year in your hometown of the outer banks. an old friend hits you up wanting something more, and you begin to see what’s really been there all along.

You Belong With Me by @forevermoreharrington

Rafe’s fallen helplessly for his dream girl but she just doesn't see it yet.

tis the damn season by @atlabeth

When your roommate Rafe lies to his family that the two of you are dating, you agree to go home with him for the holidays to help sell it as his fake girlfriend after a generous bribe. It's just three weeks in the Outer Banks with one of your best friends -- what could go wrong?

Armour by @probably-writing-x

Having your heart broken was one thing. But Rafe watching somebody break your heart? That was something nobody could prepare for.

So We Won't Forget by @netegf

you meet rafe cameron at a grief support group while he struggles with the loss of his father. he's trying to be a better man, and you can't help but love him for it.

Hate It When You Leave by @/netegf

you are trying to cope with the fact that you're hopelessly in love with your best friend. He's trying to cope with the fact that you don't go after the things you want… including him.

I Know I Am by @bookofbonbon

For Rafe, it's always been you. He's just waiting for you to realise it too.

STEVE HARRINGTON

redamancy by @sanguineterrain

redamancy (n.) - the act of loving someone who loves you back; a love returned in full // or, four times you kissed Steve Harrington, and one time he finally kissed you back.

dancing with our hands tied part i | part ii by @taintedcigs

in which steve is in love with his best friend's ex.

EDDIE MUNSON

Pearl by @cacoetheswriting

a story about two kids trying to navigate through love and loss, inevitable goodbyes, various reunions, friendships and hardships, joy, heartbreak, plus surviving the upside down - all to the sound of Janis Joplin's Pearl.

#rhett abbott x reader #rafe cameron x reader #steve harrington x reader #eddie munson x reader #rafe cameron #eddie munson #rhett abbott #steve harrington #fic rec list #fic rec

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itjazzbicch · 8 months

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New Sparks

Pairing: MK1!Raiden x Reader

First time writing for Raiden so I hope I did well!

Summary: After defeating Titan Shang Tsung, Earthrealms Champions continue their lives and at a friendly dinner, the reader is pestered by some of their friends, Raiden being her closest, realizing this and afterwards, offering some peace and fun between them…

Warnings: N/A! Just Fluff!

Word Count: .8k

It blew my mind that just days ago, we were facing Armageddon, defeated Titan Shang Tsung and now, my friends and I surrounding a table at Madame Bo’s, eating dinner and chatting like it was just a dream.

I wouldn’t want to have it any other the way, though. Us making it out alive and unharmed was nothing short of a miracle.

The challenges we face surely didn’t change them in the slightest, being pestered by Kung Lao and Johnny as I sat between them.

They both were arrogant and flirting with me while I stared at my friend Raiden, my eyes asking him to put me out of my misery.

He could only laugh at my reactions at first, but after so much, I couldn’t tolerate it anymore.

“Why would you want to be with farmer boy here, when you have a mega star right next to you,” Johnny loved to throw those words around, making Kung Lao argue back:

“I may be a farmer boy, but I have everything a lover could ever hope to have.”

“Johnny, Kung Lao,” Raiden began to speak up, but at the same time, I rose from my seat, scoffing at them:

“All I want is damn peace and quiet. Which I’ll find in the restroom.”

That finally silenced them, staring at me as I went to the restroom, needing some silence, washing my hands and when I felt ready, I left to find Raiden in the hall.

“Are you okay, Y/N? I know they were testing your patience.”

Raiden was a great friend who didn’t pester me like the others, putting on a smile for him, making him laugh:

“Roughest test I’ve gone through yet.”

“I don’t doubt that,” He laughed, being kind as he added, “You deserve better than that.”

“Thank heavens someone understands,” I sighed, patting his cheek, “Only if there were more people like you, Raiden.”

“I guess I could say that I’m special,” He blushed, eyes darting away nervously, “Is it okay if I ask you something?”

“Of course,” I nodded curiously, reconnecting our gaze as he proposed:

“Maybe when we have some free time at the Wu Shi academy, we can do something together?”

“I’d like that, Raiden,” I smiled brightly, “Just let me know when.”

“Soon,” He smiled back, escorting me back to the table where we paid the bill and parted ways.

Only two days after, Kung Lao, Raiden, and I began training the new initiates at the academy. I was excited as they seemed to be promising.

At the end training day, we were all looking forward to our free day tomorrow. Changing into something a little more comfortable as I heard a knock on my door.

Answering, I found Raiden, a blushed smile on his face as he asked

“I’m not disturbing you, am I?”

“Never,” I assured, excitedly asking, “So, are we having our little randevu?”

“If you’re still okay with that,” He began to smile more as I stepped out and shut the door:

“Lead the way.”

He lead me to a garden that was full of cherry blossom trees, the leaves allowing some sunlight to shine across a blanket in the grass with a picnic box on top, and it put such a nice smile on my face.

“I know it’s not much-“ He began as he kneeled on the blanket, but I quickly shut down his worries:

“Raiden, It’s perfect.”

Neither one of us could stop smiling as I joined him, chatting over a wonderful lunch, chatting about the new initiates and our future goals regarding the academy, future tournaments, anything meaningful to us.

I appreciated that he took the time to do this and as he was cleaning up our lunch, I saw some cherry blossom pedals next to me in the grass, taking them to gift him.

“The cherry blossoms here are gorgeous aren’t they?” He looked back, curious as he saw me folding some, working but responding:

“Absolutely gorgeous.”

“Are you making something?” He leaned over to see, holding out my hand to show him hearts that I made from the pedals, offering:

“For you.”

Taking them delicately, his cheeks got so red, admiring them but meaning wholeheartedly:

“I’ll cherish them forever, Y/N.”

That nearly made my heart melt, continuing to show my appreciation as I leaned to kiss his cheek:

“Thank you for this. I’m more than happy to keep having more picnics.”

“As many as your heart desires,” He stared deeply into my eyes and I instantly felt this zap between us, my heart taking control of me as I softly kissed his lips.

With both our eyes closed, he started kissing me back with strong passion, leaning closer to me and accidentally mistaking the basket for the ground, making us fall back.

His looked a bit embarrassed, but I was laughing, happier than ever and as he stared at me for a moment, cherry blossoms falling onto me, he started laughing too, a pedal gracefully gliding past his eyes, titling my head over to kiss:

“You’re the best, Raiden.”

2023 © itjazzbicch — do not repost or translate my work. Likes, reblogs, and comments are always welcome

#mortal Kombat #mortal Kombat x reader #mortal Kombat fic #mortal Kombat fluff #mortal Kombat imagine #mortal Kombat 1 #Raiden #Raiden x reader #Raiden x y/n #raiden imagine #Raiden fic #Raiden fluff #read and enjoy

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sjweminem · 4 months

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Baby Academy Hoffman & Professor Strahm (ft. FTM hoffman ❤️) fic FINISHED

18+!!!! 🔞🔞🔞

short excerpt to (hopefully..) pique some interest:

original inspo: this ask

(DISCLAIMER: i am skilled mainly in technical/academic/speech writing and haven't written a fic in like 14 years so please be gentle 😭)

admittedly he was distracted. as usual. mark tolerated most classes in the academy as obligatory lessons to endure in order to, some day, achieve his dream of working in homicide, but for now he was stuck with all the other twenty-somethings learning the basics of police work, seemingly over and over again. well. at least he had something to keep his mind occupied during this lesson in particular. however repetitive the coursework may be, mark couldn't deny the eager anticipation he felt upon entering professor strahm's lecture.

mark could watch those hands for hours, even at the expense of learning whatever new information might unexpectedly, miraculously, be introduced in yet another of his many repetitive classes. he followed those hands- his instructor was one for dramatic gesticulations- and willed himself not to imagine how they might feel on his body. willing, however, not necessarily implying success. no, mark still, despite his best efforts, frequently stared until his imagination led to thoughts of those strong-looking palms at his throat, gripping his thighs, perhaps tracing his lips with a rough finger before shoving the others into his mouth.

suddenly the bell rang, indicating the lecture's end, and, once again, mark realized his complete failure to pay attention or take any notes whatsoever. maybe this little crush was getting out of hand. but how was he supposed to pay attention when strahm seemed to regularly, coyly, meet his eyes mid-lesson, in a stare that felt so unmistakably provocative- appealingly domineering, even- and surely was not wholly imagined, not a product of wishful thinking. no, he was certain that if only they could get each other alone...

"hoffman," an unmistakeable voice cut through the silence of the now-empty classroom, just as mark was headed for the door. there was always something about strahm calling him by his last name that tickled him, although he couldn't fully place why. perhaps it was the possessiveness in his voice. "stay back for a minute or two, yeah?" the request sent a small wave of panic through his body. he swallowed hard; surely he was facing a chewing-out for his increasingly noticeable disinterest in, and distraction from, the course subject matter. his nerves only intensified as he observed his professor rise back up from behind the desk and walk towards the door, at which mark was frozen in place.

his nerves fell away momentarily when strahm closed the door in front of them, replaced suddenly by an onslaught of confusion. however these waves of emotion were superseded by something unidentifiable when he heard the distinct sound of the door being locked. his heart raced. strahm was mere inches away from mark now, standing several inches above him, looking slightly downwards with a smile. "lunch hour," he said in a low, near-whisper. "no one's coming to look for me. or you, i'm assuming." mark shook his head, nervously, in affirmation. strahm looked him up and down, conspicuously, before breaking the tiny distance between them in order to walk back behind his desk. he made a casual "come here" motion with his hand as he did so.

"i'm not stupid," strahm declared, now seated relaxedly in his chair. "and i don't think you are either." mark felt heat rising in his face and prayed he wasn't becoming visibly flushed, but the cheeky smile which spread across his teacher's face suggested otherwise. "but," strahm continued, "you're not exactly subtle, you know that?" mark stood firmly in place. "i don't know what you mean," he replied with all the courage he could muster, trying to maintain eye contact. strahm briefly tilted his head back and laughed before looking mark back in the eye with increased intensity. mark could have sworn there was suggestiveness in that stare. sworn it wasn't his own wishful thinking.

"sure," strahm retorted, dismissively, before making a "come over" motion with his hand, beckoning his student to his side of the desk. mark swallowed hard again, making his way behind his professor's workstation. that flush he had prayed earlier hadn't made its way to his cheeks now felt unmistakably present. that heat in his face only deepened when he felt strahm grip his shirt collar, pulling him closer. with their faces now mere centimeters apart, mark felt a hand on his chin- one of the very hands about which he had spent so many classes fantasizing. strahm held him by the jaw to turn his face to the side. he proceeded to lean in close, lips brushing his student's ear. "don't play dumb," he whispered. "you're not good at it."

mark's lips parted as his breath hitched, a visible shudder running down his spine. strahm took the opportunity, this momentary weakness, to grab him by the sides and pull him into his lap. mark sat, straddling him, legs on either side of his professor's. immediately strahm took the opportunity to run a finger over is needy little pupil's full lips, then pulled mark in even closer to move in for a kiss, but not before biting his lower lip, eliciting from him a half gasp-half moan. mark opened his mouth eagerly, allowing strahm to take full control of the kiss. several times he had to wonder if he was dreaming, however his teacher's hands on his hips and thighs felt all too real.

strahm thumbed at the waistband of mark's pants, brazen enough to undo his belt buckle with one hand. mark shivered despite himself and unconsciously spread his legs further to the sides. his eyes were now closed, but at the sound of a zipper they shot back open. oh shit. shit. he forgot to tell- should he have told? how was he supposed to remember under these circumstances? he shifted nervously but made no attempt to remove himself. he was in it now, for better or worse. a hand- that large, strong hand, god help him- made its way under his now open fly and below the waist of his boxer-briefs. he shuddered, despite himself. a look of confusion painted strahm's face as he reached lower but, to mark's relief, his confounded expression fell away, replaced by that coy smile.

"well isn't this interesting," strahm spoke in a low, half-whisper. he ran his fingers through the wetness that had by now undoubtedly soaked through the fabric of mark's underwear. his student barely had time to process the sensation before he felt two long fingers push roughly inside him, followed soon after by a third. "never really took you for a whore," strahm teased, "but, shit. this wet already, i don't know what else to call you." he was smiling and looking up into mark's eyes as he slid his fingers in and out. mark's eyes fluttered shut, breathing labored, sounds he desperately tried to suppress now escaping his parted lips. it was already too much, the precision finger-fucking, but when strahm began to thumb at his clit during his efforts mark felt the little control he had left fall to pieces. he gripped the chair's armrests and buried his face in the crook of the other man's neck, more whining than moaning.

"i should report you for this, you know," the young cadet breathed out with all the strength he could muster. strahm laughed, increasing the intensity of his ministrations. "and will that be before or after you come, hm? before or after i fuck you like you need?" there was a brief silence. "i- i guess," mark replied with an audible shudder, "i can... i can wait 'till after." "good boy," strahm praised. "tight little thing, too." mark lost himself; control and self-respect flying out the window all thanks to the skilled hand of his teacher. "i can take it," he insisted. "take you. anything." he couldn't even care that he sounded desperate by this point.

"anything," strahm repeated suggestively. without warning he removed his fingers and inserted them roughly into mark's mouth, nearly gagging him. "clean up this mess you made," he continued, "and maybe i'll think about fucking you." mark didn't need to be told twice. he sucked each finger clean, tasting himself on each one, maintaining eye contact the whole time. once strahm evidently deemed his ministrations satisfactory he abruptly pulled his hand away from mark's mouth, earning a choked gasp from the young man, and grabbed him by the hips. he eased him off of his lap in order to stand up and once again face his desk, which he cleared of papers and supplies with two swipes of his arm, files and teaching tools rattling to the floor. just as abruptly he grabbed mark's waist- much more firmly than necessary- until he had brought him into a sitting position atop his work surface. now the height difference wasn't so glaring, and as strahm once again gripped mark's jaw to bring the eager student into a kiss, it was as though their lips fit much more nicely together. this kiss, compared to the last, was far more desperate, hungrier. overflowing with need from both parties.

strahm deepened the kiss to forcefully push mark back until he was lying flush atop the desk, his teacher's arms braced domineeringly by each side of his head. strahm moved lower to kiss his jawline, his neck, before pulling back to crouch between mark's legs. impatiently he pulled both shoes off in order to yank his pants the rest of the way down, and ultimately off. mark's heart raced from a mixture of anticipation and exposure. his thundering pulse only spiked further when he felt strahm's tongue on his cunt, dragging its way up to tease his clit. mark swallowed the moan rising up in his throat. "i wish we were somewhere more private," his professor spoke quietly between licks. "want to hear you." he buried his face back between mark's legs before the young cadet could reply. truthfully it was becoming harder and harder not to be heard.

despite strahm's admission there was something about the semi-public aspect of their affair that both parties rather enjoyed. yes, the locked door freed them from worry over any intrusion, but it wasn't as though no one could be right outside. at the thought mark became acutely aware of his labored breathing, as well as the moans which insisted on escaping his throat despite his best efforts. his thoughts were cut short by strahm's low voice. "i'm a man of my word, he said. "i thought about fucking you... seems doable." mark gasped briefly. "please" was all he could say.

strahm stood up to hover over his supine student and reached for his belt buckle. mark thought he was going to pass out, but perked back up, hearing the zipper. he felt a sudden heat blossom low inside him as strahm took his cock out, moaning softly at the sight- god help him he was big. mark was already lost in thought over how good he must feel when he felt strahm slide the tip of his cock slowly up and down his slick cunt. mark shivered and arched his back, further spreading his legs invitingly, parting his full lips in an enticing manner. soon enough he felt strahm push in.

mark inhaled deeply at the sensation and strahm wasted no time pushing all the way in. mark buried his face in the crook of his neck, hands reaching up and around to claw at his professor's shirt, fingernails digging into his muscular back. he threw his head back as strahm leaned down to kiss and bite his throat, stopping to put a hand around it, keeping him in place. his other hand gripped mark's upper thigh. mark groaned, barely believing that what he had fantasized about nearly every day had become a reality. he couldn't control the sharp moans escaping his lips as strahm's thick cock hit and dragged against his G-spot with every thrust. truthfully he felt a bit embarrassed- there was no way he could last. not for any respectable amount of time, anyways. fortunately for his ego, judging by his labored breathing his teacher wasn't far behind.

"son of a bitch. i've been missing out on your pussy all this time, huh?" strahm exhaled. "it's only fair," mark retorted breathlessly. "been missing out on your dick, after all." he noticed himself tightening around the cock inside him, desperate to feel anything and everything. strahm groaned at the sensation, lowering his head to plant another desperate kiss on his student's perfect mouth. mark could taste himself again on his tongue and his breath hitched, tears stinging his eyes. he could feel himself getting closer, that unmistakeable, throbbing heat between his legs. "professor... mr. strahm," mark breathed out as seductively as he could, "i'm- i can't," he continued in a whimper. strahm looked him in the eye. "go on, baby," he half-whispered, "hard as you can. let me feel you."

the pet name sent mark over the edge, clawing at strahm's back and burying his face in his neck in an attempt to muffle the noises he was now helpless to control. "that's it," strahm whispered, "that's it. good boy." mark nearly sobbed as he felt the shudder run through the older man's body before he came shortly after. mark swore he could feel the heat of it fill him up and moaned at the sensation. "you like that, sweetheart?" strahm panted into his ear. mark nodded eagerly, unable to even make a coherent sound at this point. he whined again as his teacher pulled out, bracing himself atop his student once more to place kisses on his neck and lower stomach. they both rode out their high as they steadied their breathing together, taking their time. mark couldn't help but smile, placing his hands on strahm's face to pull him in for one last tender kiss before they both redressed. mark would never admit it but he was looking forward to feeling his teacher's cum inside him for the rest of the day.

the tone changed suddenly; strahm backed up with a look of concern on his face. "wait," he began. "you... you can't get pregnant, can you?"

mark laughed at his nervousness and shook his head with a smile.

#mark hoffman #peter strahm #hoffstrahm #coffinshipping #saw #I DON'T KNOW HOW NOT TO WRITE AUTISTICALLY

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keruimi · 11 days

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Lingering Gazes

Pairing: Bokuto Koutaro x reader

Warning: Slight Angst and Fluff

Note: I don't know how to write it better but I deeply relate to the reader. I love calm boys like Akaashi but Bokuto took my entire attention away. Hope you all enjoy!

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When I was a kid, I always wanted someone to like me. The smart ones, and boys who can provide a good future for the both of us.

And the more I grew up, I found myself getting interested with the stoic and cool leading man in every drama I watch.

Someone who will gently treat me better than other girls. The type of man who is the dream of every lady.

And I thought I would never change that standard, even if those type of boys were the one who badly broke me.

Until I surprisingly found myself falling in love with the volleyball Ace of the Academy.

Bokuto Koutaro whose presence can immediately light up the day of the students he passed by with.

Like the Sun in my world. Like a medicine that can heal my wounds.

He is the opposite of who I wanted. Yet loving him felt so right.

But I am aware that I will just be another stranger in his eyes. An average student who is part of the audience who watched him play on the court.

Even if he is friendly, he still seems too far for me to reach.

A remarkable volleyball player in the history of the Academy.

I'm sure the type of man who will already make a name in the country would want someone as great as them.

No matter who they are. And it was discouraging.

Until that far admiration on the Ace gradually closes its distance when all the students are called to the gym for announcements.

My eyes never left his figure who kept showing his bubbly side to his friends who just keep up with the topic of his talking about.

A small smile made its way to my lips when I saw how happy he is everyday.

An unusual emotion to feel with the stress the school has given to us. That sometimes it made me think if he ever felt negative since he seems to be the only lifting up the mood.

A difficult role he manages to easily fill up.

"Y/n, what food did you bring today?" My classmate's voice made me immediately remove my gaze from the man before they look at where I have my eyes set on.

"Sushi" I whispered before I started to offer it to them and like a flock of hungry animals, they started asking for me which I always agreed on until I heard his excited voice in front of me.

"Can I have some too?"

"Bokuto-san" I heard his favorite's setter disbelief making my smile a bit bigger.

"Of course Bokuto-san. You can have the rest"

His eyes seemed to brighten up more when I lent him the container that has 5 more sushi as he gradually took it.

I can feel my cheeks getting warmer that made me start looking for my mask just to cover up the smile that is threatening to get bigger the longer he stayed complimenting the food I gave.

"L/n-san, my apologies for him"

"Did you make this? It's the best sushi I have eaten" Bokuto cut him off while still chewing the food that made my heart swell more.

It was the opportunity I took to get closer to the Ace.

I mean, it goes with the saying...

One way to a man's heart is through his stomach.

And with a man like Bokuto, that can mostly happen.

Small things can make him happy. That it pushed me to start learning how to sketch just to draw the grins that lift from his lips because of me.

Just to help me engrave that memory as one of the happiest moments in my life.

Because in even another way, I still manage to interact with my biggest crush in my entire life.

It was an accomplishment that made me different from who I was before when I just secretly liked him.

Now I started to openly show it.

And I know the people around him also began to notice.

How my eyes linger longer on his retreating back. The way my eyes seem to spark when I watch him play the sport he deeply loved.

The way I shakily gave him the bento I made for him.

It was obvious actions that he didn't think of deeper.

And it made me dejected that if I don't confess now, only my eyes would look at him with fondness.

And the hope of it returning will never happen if I stop moving.

That brought me in front of the gym doors with the sketchbook in my hands.

The best gift I can think of is to portray my feelings.

Is to show him how I look at him.

It was a lot of deep breaths before I mustered up the courage to knock on the door until his teammates teasing voice became more clear.

"We knew it!"

"Akaashi! This is your fault! You promise to not tell them!" I heard his screeching voice that made me put a hand on my mouth to suppress the giggle that is attempting to escape from my lips.

Until I stopped when I heard the next word of his friends.

"Bokuto, it's obvious that you like her. It is not difficult to know how you seem to be happier when she appears in your view!" Konoha's words stab an arrow straight to my heart when it reaches my ears.

He likes someone?

I stood silent in front of the gym door as thoughts began to appear on my head.

Who is it?

Is it fine for me to hope that it would be me?

Is she someone he knows?

Is he really in love with someone right now?

"Bokuto-san, why don't you just confess to L/n-san?" It made me snap from my train of thoughts when the familiar voice of his setter stated those words.

L/n...

Me?

"But Akaashi" my mind went blank from the conversation I am eaves dropping on right now but it didn't fail me to imagine that the Ace is pouting right now.

"Wow" I muttered breathlessly from the new revelation.

The happiness I felt was unexplainable and only the thing I did to save myself from humiliation is to back away and start running away from the gym.

Just to let this happiness be expressed.

"Oh my gosh" I felt tears form in my eyes as I stood in the school garden with the sketchbook on the bench.

I can't prevent the squeals that bubble up in my throat as I jump around in delight.

His untold feelings made me happy.

And at that time, I am not aware of how his eyes my energetic figure around the garden.

All this time...

His eyes also lingered on my form.

Like how my eyes watch him

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porcelainseashore · 5 months

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Teenage Headache Dreams (5)

Series Masterlist

Pairing: High School! College! Leon Kennedy x Dancer! Fem! Reader

Summary: You’re a bored, but ambitious high school student who can’t wait to escape small town life and make it in the big city. You thought you had it all figured out, until you unwittingly befriend the resident golden boy, Leon. A series of events beginning from junior year to college until Resident Evil 2 Remake.

Warnings: 18+ Swearing, Recreational Drug Use, Eventual Smut, No (Y/N), Ambiguous/Open Ending

Content: High School AU, College AU, Pre-Resident Evil 2, Fluff, Romance, Cliche, Friends to Lovers, Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Lack of Communication

Author's Note: Final chapter, wow! Well, not quite. I am working on a Part 2 Ghosts from the Past that will fix the Hurt No Comfort ending to this fic. Before I forget, the Smut warning also applies here. It’s my first time writing smut, please be gentle 🙂 Thanks again for all your wonderful support!

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Chapter 5: Is This Goodbye?

Your time in college was exactly how you imagined it - exciting, eye-opening and challenging. Not only did you develop a lot artistically in those years, you became a bolder, more street smart version of yourself. What was initially raw ambition turned into a cosmopolitan New York drive that rubbed off on you. Whenever you came back to visit your hometown, you were seen as that sophisticated, big city woman you’d always wanted to be.

Leon on the other hand had grown more quiet and serious. He still joked around with you, but it seemed like his focus on doing well at the police academy matured him. He became analytical and observant, following the “look before you leap” approach more often than not. The training had also done his physique good - he was at his fittest and strongest yet.

You were proud of him. He had turned into the man you wanted to be with, not that you had ever doubted his abilities. However, it was a lot tougher to keep up the long-distance relationship than both of you had expected. It wasn’t so simple to see each other, which needed a couple of adjustments, and college life was in itself filled with hard work and distractions. Despite that, you powered through, hoping it would get easier someday, or that your paths would align better again. For now, you had to content yourself with meeting at home during the holidays, or making the trip out to either college for the odd weekend.

There were people who said it wouldn’t last. That you were wasting away your college years being with your high school sweetheart, when you should be living it up and partying like you were single. You knew where they were coming from, and you were pretty sure Leon was probably going through the same dilemma as you, but for some reason both of you didn’t want to give up. That said, you knew you had to end the distance at some point. It was clearly taking a toll on your relationship.

When you graduated from your respective colleges and returned home for a break before moving on with the next chapter of your lives, you were thankful to get some much-needed time together for once. However, the few months you had to yourselves flew by so quickly, you felt like it wasn’t enough. It never was.

“So… you could have picked literally anywhere to be stationed, but you chose Raccoon City?” You sighed audibly, as a way of letting your displeasure at the news be known. Here you were, in Leon’s house, shifting around a couple of moving boxes to help him pack up his stuff. He would be joining his new police family in a week’s time.

Dumping one of the boxes on the ground in frustration, you continued on your rant. “I mean, you were practically a Valedictorian!”

Instantly, you felt Leon’s arms wrap around you from behind, holding you close to him as he murmured into your hair. “Baby, we’ve gone through this. You know I’ve wanted to be put on the Arklay murder cases.” He squeezed you tighter. “I’ll prove myself, I know I can.”

“It’s not about that.” You turned to face him with a pensive frown, tracing the outline of his jaw with your fingers. “I believe you’ll be the finest goddamn cop in the world, but I thought we wanted to stop being apart?”

His brows etched together as he regarded you with a hint of dejection. “Well, what do you want me to say? We knew this wouldn’t be easy.”

“I want to be with you, Leon.” You kissed his neck and buried your face into it, inhaling his musky scent deeply. “Close to you.”

He shivered, closing his eyes as your hot breath hit his skin. “Then why don’t you come stay with me?”

You looked up, startled by his sudden proposal. “What? Are you sure?”

“More than sure.” He opened his eyes, staring at you resolutely.

You didn’t expect him to ask you to move in with him so soon, but in some way you were comforted by the fact that he still felt so strongly about you, despite these difficult years. You were tempted to give in and just say “Yes”, but at the back of your mind, you knew you had a decision to make. You had received offers from various dance companies, most of which were located in New York or abroad, where you would be thriving. Not out in the middle of nowhere in the Midwest.

The sharp trill of a telephone ringing cut through the air, interrupting your thoughts. Leon broke away apologetically. “Uh- sorry, I need to take this.”

You waited in the hallway, hearing only snippets of the conversation, but it sounded like Leon was confused. You regarded him curiously, as he walked back to where you stood with a puzzled look on his face.

“They told me not to come in,” he muttered to himself.

“Huh? Who?” you questioned.

“I don’t know, someone at the RPD.” He paused, his forehead creasing as he scowled. “They said there were some issues and to stay away for now.”

“Nothing else?”

“Nuh uh.” He shook his head.

“That’s weird.” You folded your arms, trying to rack your brain for plausible explanations.

“Maybe they’ll call you again when they’re ready?” You suggested, stroking his arm reassuringly. “It’s probably some admin mess up.”

He shrugged, looking rather crestfallen. You knew how eager he was to start his new job and seeing him in such a state made you feel bad for him.

“Come here.” You reached out, taking him in your arms again. “I know you’re frustrated it’s not working out as planned,” you began. “But honestly, I’m just happy to have you to myself for a little longer.”

He peered down at you, the corners of his mouth breaking out into a smile. “You’re impossible,” he breathed, sealing your lips with an intimate kiss.

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A week went by, and then another. Leon heard nothing.

However, you relished the lazy mornings waking up next to him in bed, snuggling together which often led to something more. You didn’t want this to end, but in the coming days, you noticed him pace around the room anxiously, glancing every so often at the telephone, in the hopes he would get another call to report in.

It finally came to a breaking point, where he decided that he should just go in anyway to check on things. His parents cooked up a farewell meal the night before to send him off. You sat next to him at the dining table, looking down at your plate and poking gingerly at the food. You had hardly eaten.

When his parents went into the kitchen to bring out more drinks and the dessert, he whispered into your ear, “You know, it’s rude to play with your food.”

You turned towards him with a wistful smile, admitting, “I’ll miss you.”

“I’ll miss you too,” he replied. Below the table, his hand crept underneath your skirt, tracing the side of your thigh, before making its way between your legs. You closed your eyes and sighed at his touch. “But it’s only temporary, right?”

His words caused you to look away in shame, biting your cheek. You still hadn’t made up your mind about the offers and in turn, whether you would live with him. But deep down, you knew you were just stalling for time. It was one thing moving to the city, but moving countries? That would most likely spell the end of your relationship.

“I don’t know where I’m going… yet.”

He tilted your chin in his direction and you could see the weariness in his eyes, like he was tired of rehashing this topic over and over again. “Look, let’s just enjoy this last night together, ok?”

“Yeah.” You didn’t know why, but something about the way he said it felt so final and it bothered you. But you didn’t want to argue anymore. You wanted to pretend that everything was fine as it was.

Then, his parents came back to the table and his mom gestured to the wine bottle in her hand. “Some more?”

You nodded and thanked her, as she filled your glass and his dad served out the dessert. All the while, Leon’s hand never left your inner thigh, drawing absentminded circles on your skin, apparently impatient to have some alone time with you.

Soon, they excused themselves to retire to bed, leaving you and Leon to clear away the dishes. Once that was done, you settled on the living room couch, where you had shared many memories of watching movies and chatting til the early hours of the morning. Curling up against Leon, you rested your head against his chest, feeling its rise and fall, and listening to his heartbeat.

“Shall we pick up from where we left off?” His fingers grazed your bare legs again. One last time? A voice echoed in your head, but you shrugged it off.

“Are they asleep?” You wondered out loud.

“Pretty certain,” he replied nonchalantly. “You’re getting rusty at this, aren’t you?” He smirked, sinking his weight onto you so that you fell back on the cushioned seat of the couch, while he groped your hips and breasts through your lace camisole, planting kisses all over your body.

You felt like teenagers again, making out and fondling each other over your clothes on the couch, while his parents slept soundly upstairs. Back then, it never led to anything too serious. You were just fooling around and exploring each other’s bodies without getting caught. This time though, your clothes didn’t stay on for very long.

He chuckled at your restlessness as you tugged off his shirt, running your hands along his toned chest towards his abs. “Enjoying the view?”

“It’s not bad,” you half-lied, throwing him an alluring smile as you palmed his growing erection through his jeans. He hissed in response, grinding it against your hand. “But this is just getting in the way.”

“Well, if the lady insists-” He pushed himself up to a seated position and you groaned at the loss of contact, as well as in anticipation of his cheesy comeback. “-then who am I to deny her?” You heard the sound of his belt unbuckle as he slid out of his jeans, chucking it carelessly to the floor.

The bulge in his plain black boxers caused you to subconsciously lick your lips as he hovered over you, slipping the straps of your camisole to the sides suggestively. “I don’t think it’s fair that I’m the only one getting naked here.”

Nuzzling your nose against his playfully, you stole a quick kiss from his lips before shifting yourself up, allowing him to take your top off with ease. He hummed in appreciation as your breasts spilled out, nipples hardening from the cool air in the room. You knew he liked it when you went without a bra. Cupping your right breast in his hand, he gave it a small squeeze, thumbing its peak before taking it into his mouth, licking and sucking it eagerly. A low moan escaped from your throat, as you grasped tufts of his blonde hair, while his other hand slid under the waistband of your skirt, pulling it down unceremoniously.

His tongue flicked against your nipple at the same time as he stroked your folds through the soaked fabric of your white thong that accentuated your curves perfectly. Your body jolted from the sensitivity as you held back a whimper.

“Mm… so wet already,” he murmured, somewhat proud of himself. It wasn’t always this way. You remembered the first time you and Leon had sex - the awkwardness, fumbling around blindly in the dark, trying to find your way into the positions, but at least there was a lot of laughter. Eventually you adjusted and learnt how your bodies responded to each other, and now he knew how to make this night memorable.

Pushing your thong to the side, you felt his index finger enter your pussy as his thumb played with your clit, causing you to gasp in response. “You like that, baby?” he asked, checking in with you.

“Mm hm,” you nodded, your voice sounding high-pitched and strained. “More,” you begged.

He obliged, slipping in another finger and quickening the pace slightly. You moved your hips against them, allowing him to penetrate you deeper, and coating his fingers with your arousal. As he continued thrusting into you, he trailed the tip of his tongue from your breasts, down along your stomach, reaching your mound and finally swirling it around your throbbing clit. Your breathing grew shallow and rapid with each stroke.

His fingers curled forward, pressing against that sweet, spongy spot, causing you to jerk in response, clamping his face between your thighs. Your core tightened and burned, as waves of euphoria built up in your body. Biting into your knuckles to let out a strangled moan, the walls of your pussy clenched around his fingers as you reached your climax.

It felt as if the world had stopped spinning for a moment as you came down from your orgasm, chest heaving and sweat dripping between your breasts. “Wow,” you exhaled. Gradually, your vision came into focus as you saw Leon facing you, grinning through his plump lips, moistened by a mixture of saliva and your fluids.

“Was it good?” He had the audacity to ask, even though he already knew the answer. However, the praise he received from you couldn’t hurt. Rolling your eyes, you shifted your weight onto his body, pushing him against the backrest of the couch as you sat on his lap.

“It was amazing,” you acknowledged, kissing him sloppily as you tasted yourself on his mouth, before slinking down to the ground on your knees, coming to rest between his legs. His eyes widened in recognition, taking the hint as he pulled down his boxers, kicking them to the side. Instinctively, you reached for his cock, already painfully hard and erect. The tip of it was weeping with precum which you smeared with your thumb, causing it to twitch in your hand as he gritted his teeth and groaned into your touch.

Leon’s gaze was transfixed on you as you pumped his shaft a few times sensually, before running your tongue along the length of his cock, filling it entirely in your mouth when you reached the top.

He sucked in a sharp breath. “God, that’s hot.”

You pulled your mouth off his cock, still keeping your hand tightly wrapped around its base. How could you pass up on such an opportunity to tease him? Batting your eyelashes, you pouted up at him. “You want me to continue?”

You swore you could have heard a whimper, before he pleaded, a little too enthusiastically, “Fuck yes,” so much so you had to remind him to keep his voice down.

Satisfied with his mini outburst, you smiled cheekily and went back at it. He held your hair up firmly with one hand and balled the other into a fist, gripping the edge of the seat as he watched you suck on his cock through half-lidded eyes. Your lips stretched over it as you took it all the way in and came back up, circling your tongue around the tip and ridge. He threw his head back, turning to the side to muffle his whines and you sped up, increasingly turned on by the sounds you drew out of him.

At some point, Leon tapped on your shoulder lightly, indicating for you to stop. “I’m sorry, baby. I won’t last if you keep doing this,” he made out through labored breaths.

You nodded understandingly as he pulled you up again into his arms, so that you were straddling his lap, and he littered you with tender kisses in appreciation. You cherished these moments of affection in between. It was like a calm respite in the eye of the storm.

Afterwards, you discarded the thong that was looking a little worse for wear and lifted yourself slightly, guiding his cock towards your entrance as he rested his hands on both sides of your ass. He took in the view fully, his dilated pupils burning with desire, as he memorized every detail of your body and the intoxicated expression so clearly marked across your face when you sank down onto him.

Once you had eased in, you moved up and down his hard length, breasts bouncing in a similar motion as you rocked your hips in sync with his thrusts upwards into you. Clinging on to his broad shoulders, you gasped each time he bottomed out inside. He whispered in hushed tones, telling you how beautiful you were, how good you felt, and how much he was yours, as you swallowed your guilt, pushing away whatever dreams you had of a future living together with him.

Seemingly oblivious to your thoughts, Leon kneaded your ass, spreading its cheeks apart as you rode his cock faster and harder to distract yourself. Feeling another orgasm build up in your aching cunt, you dug your nails into his skin, the sensation causing him to growl and buck his hips up, plunging into you. When you let out a loud yelp, he stopped abruptly, eyeing you with concern as you raised a hand to your mouth in embarrassment.

“Was that too much?” “You think they heard me?” You both asked in unison, before exchanging looks and giggling quietly, as you reassured him that he hadn’t hurt you. The room was silent except for your breathing and nothing stirred in the night. It seemed like his parents must be heavy sleepers.

“Leon…” you called out, gently caressing his cheek as he stared at you with those icy blue eyes. “I want you, but-”

“Shhh, it’s ok,” he interrupted, bringing his finger to your lips, as if he already knew what you were about to say. Maybe he just wanted tonight to be perfect as it was too. Tomorrow could wait.

The next minute, he pulled you flush against his hips, before pinning you flat onto the couch seat with your wrists restrained above your head. Your legs were wrapped around his waist and his cock was still buried deep in your pussy. With renewed vigor he set a relentless pace as he pounded into you, coaxing moan after moan from your mouth. He leaned in to kiss your throat, muttering against your skin, “Show me how much you want me.”

You knew what he meant. He wanted to hear his name on your lips as he fucked you with such desperation, as if to remind you that you were his. As if he was afraid to lose you. Maybe it was because he didn’t know when would be the next time he’d see you. Or perhaps he had a gut feeling that you’d leave him for some fancy dance company far away.

His blazing cerulean eyes bore into you, savoring every reaction that he could elicit from your body, as he covered your mouth and slammed his hips against your pussy mercilessly.

“Ah- fuck! Leon!” With each thrust, you screamed into his cupped hand in pleasure until your voice was hoarse, and you were positive that if anyone was in the hallway, they would hear the unmistakable sound of skin slapping against skin and muted cries.

It didn’t take long for your climax to hit again and you arched your back, crying out his name for a final time as your mind went blank and your body spasmed uncontrollably. His rhythm started to falter as he felt your cunt squeeze and milk him for all its worth. Beads of sweat trickled down his brow as he locked eyes with you, and you caught a glimpse of sadness in them, resulting in a similar pang to seep into your heart. He knew it would soon be over.

Finishing off with a few more thrusts, he filled you deep with his hot cum, groaning your name and capturing your lips in another feverish kiss. With that, he collapsed on top of you in a heap, both of you panting heavily as you felt a pool of wetness on your face. Were those tears? Were they yours or his? You weren’t sure anymore.

After a moment of silence, you heard a faint whisper, “Please, don’t leave me.” You didn’t respond, but instead stroked his damp hair soothingly, placing a lingering kiss on his forehead as you closed your eyes and sighed.

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The morning after, all that remained was a sinking feeling in the pit of your stomach as Leon made his final preparations to head off. You avoided each other’s gaze as you shuffled around the house, placing the remaining items in his jeep. You used to laugh at the size of that monstrous car, but you had to eat your words when he drove you to both of your favorite secluded spots, where you would sit back together on its spacious hood with blankets and drinks, watching the starry night and city skyline in each other’s arms. So many memories, so little time.

Finally, it was time and you couldn’t ignore what was coming anymore.

“It’s getting late...” He could barely look at you and his eyes were brimming with melancholy. “I should go.”

He was still standing away from you at arm's length apart, afraid to touch you, in case he might change his mind. You couldn’t stand how permanent this goodbye felt, as if you knew innately that this would be the last you would see of him. There was no explanation to it, just pure, raw energy.

In a last ditch attempt, you blurted out, “I’ll call you.” You reached out to grab his hand. “There’s a dance company near Arklay, I could-”

He took his hand away as if he had been burnt. “Don’t,” he warned, his voice trembling as he choked on his words. “Just don’t play games with me.”

He could see through your empty promises and even though you had repeated the same lie over and over again to yourself that you would stay, it was obvious that your heart was captivated by the glittering city lights of a foreign country, and he couldn’t win you over. Not this time. He knew you would break up with him even before you saw it coming yourself.

“Leon, I-” you paused, hot tears streaming down your face as you met his blue eyes. You longed to profess how much you loved him and what he meant to you, but your emotions were caught in your throat. In the end, you could only manage a feeble, “I’m sorry.”

You saw the flicker of light in his eyes dim out as he glanced away. “Don’t be.” He turned towards his jeep and opened the door. “It’s just how life works out sometimes.” He shrugged dejectedly, as if resigned to his fate.

He climbed into the vehicle and turned on the engine, before facing you one last time. “Goodbye,” he called out softly.

With that, he closed the car door and drove off into the distance.

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The next day, you heard it on the news. Raccoon City would be destroyed due to a deadly viral outbreak. Within a day, the entire city of 100,000 civilians was gone, wiped off the face of the Earth. For the greater good. Your mouth twisted in distaste at the government’s decision as the glass of water you were holding slipped through your hand, shattering onto the floor.

There was an incessant ringing sound in your ear and you tasted metal on your tongue. Your whole body went numb as you kept your eyes peeled on the TV, your breath coming in short until you started hyperventilating.

Leon? Dear god, Leon! Please let him be alive, you prayed to some unknown, higher entity.

Your parents had to hold you up and drag you away from the living room, shutting off the TV as they ushered you into your old bedroom to calm you down. There could be survivors, they said. And for some time, you had hope.

As weeks passed and you heard nothing except stone cold silence, that hope began to diminish. You didn’t know how painful heartbreak was until you experienced it - the wrenching of skin, tearing of tissue, a crushing force against your organs.

You were so foolish. You should have told him how you felt. Now you had nothing left except regret. Wishing that you could have turned back the clock and gone to a prestigious arts college near Springfield instead, just so you could have spent more time together. Wishing again, that you would have accepted his offer to live with him. And finally, wishing that you had convinced him to stay one more day, so he would be here, in front of you, still living.

You would have given everything up and more to have him back. But he was gone. And this time, it really was too late.

Grief has no bounds, and you couldn’t spend a second longer in the place where you grew up. Not if you wanted that very same grief to rip into you and consume you. So you did the one thing you knew how to do best. Run. Run away as far as you could to somewhere that wouldn’t remind you of the boy you shared all the good and bad times with. The boy you loved and lost.

As you packed your things with no plan of where you were headed to next, a strong gust of wind blew through the open window, causing a bunch of papers on your desk to scatter across the floor. And there you saw it. The long-forgotten card, with white text embossed on white background, serendipitously landing right in the middle of where you were standing.

TANZTHEATER SILJE VÖLKER

Staring at the card for a moment, you quickly picked it up, placing it securely into your handbag, next to the college graduation photo you and Leon had posed in together. Both of you were happy back then, with so much hope and dreams ahead of you.

You shook your head, muttering to yourself, “Hey, loser.”

If Leon was up there somewhere, please just let him hear this.

“I’m sorry I didn’t say I love you.”

Wiping away the tears that never ceased to fall these days, you took one final glance around the room, before turning on your heel and never looking back.

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orecana · 10 months

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Not so innocent

Jung jaehyun x male reader

Hello everyone. Orecana here! I've written and post another fic for you guys to enjoy. Thank you to whoever read and support my fic so far. Love you guys.

Warning: this fic contains the following that may disturb you

Alpha beta Omega second genders

harsh sexualization

Sexual assault

Murder

Description of blood and gore

Pet names

Belly bulge and cum inflation

Most importantly, my first time writing a smut which will go extremely bad......

If any of the things listed above annoys the hell out of you, you are more than welcome to get the hell out of this fic and do something else.

Y/n is a young omega that has just recently transferred to neo academy, a prestigious school for talented individuals like himself.

Neo academy, is a prestigious school that will send an application letter to the most gifted individuals in the entire world.

He jumps happily as he looks at the academy in front of him, he can't believe it! It's like a dream come true.

He goes into the academy and is extremely happy and surprised on how luxurious everything is.

He goes into a room which he presumes to be the office, so that he could get his schedule and dorm key. However, that will have to wait a bit because the person behind the desk is currently talking to someone.

He waits until they're done and when the person turns around, y/n feels his heart beat faster.

The man is ridiculously handsome with brown hair and that sharp jawline. The alpha seeing y/n admiring him, sends him a wink before going out of the office.

Are you y/n l/n?

Y/n snaps out of his daze and looks at the direction of the woman.

Yes i am

The woman hands over his schedule and dorm key to him. The woman frowns when she sees his key.

Uh there's seems to be a problem with your key, I need to take a quick call.

The woman phones someone. When the called picked up, they engaged in a serious conversation. Y/n doesn't know what they were talking about because the woman used her magic to conceal her conversation, but he knows that it was not going well, seeing that the woman keeps rubbing her forehead with a permanent scowl on her face. She reluctantly stops the call before facing y/n.

It seems that the omega and beta dorms have all been booked, so the only available rooms are in the alpha dorms. I truly apologize for this.

Y/n smiles before holding the woman's hand which has his key.

Don't worry miss, I'll be fine. Besides you read my application form you should know what I can do that other omegas can't.

The woman seems to contemplate before remembering. She smiled at y/n before sighing.

Right... I totally forgot about that. Still try to stay safe, the majority of alphas there Don't really respect omegas.

Y/n only giggles as his once (eye color) eyes turn into purple ones.

Oh. They will turn into new people by the time I'm done with them.

He thanks the woman before leaving, the woman only smiles as she thinks.

"this boy.... Is really incredible."

Y/n looks at his schedule that also works as a map around the school. Biology first then lunch break then we can do extra courses and last but not least battlefield fighting.

He smiles at the last one, eyes turning blood red once again at the mention of fighting. As an omega, he was badly sexualized in the past by so many unruly alphas but today he can change that.

He stops in front of the biology classroom and knocks. *Knock knock*

Come in!

He enters into a full classroom with many students. They all turn towards him as he closes the door. The professor adjusts his glasses before looking at y/n.

Ah! Are you y/n l/n? Please have a seat in one of the empty chairs. You're not late at all, we're just starting.

He smiles at the professor's kindness before bowing and sitting in one of the empty chairs on the left.

Shortly after a few minutes though, he slowly begins to regret sitting there. The alpha near him keeps releasing his toxic pheromones onto him and it's making him lightheaded. Fortunately, a student sitting across from them seems to notice and alert the professor, which immediately groans and clog his nose, an action that most students there do as well.

Mr. Samuel... We would appreciate it that you don't stink the whole room with your pheromones.

That alpha only smile cockily as he slides his hands down y/n's waist. Y/n was shocked at the action. How dare he!

And what do you want me to do professor? I got a real delectable omega sitting next to me right now. How can I keep my hands to myself? Besides those hips and that asshole just looks like he's begging to be fucked.

Many students were shocked that he say stuff like that with no remorse, he discreetly tries to slide his hands into y/n's shirt so he could play with the nipples. Y/n was about to act when a fist made its way into the alpha's face.

The entire class was shocked and Samuel holds his face in pain as blood started to come out, dripping down his broken nose and lips. Y/n looks up at his savior to see the handsome man from before, his left fist was covered in blood.

He goes and holds the other man's knuckle and raises his palm. Everyone was wide eyed when y/n's absorbed the blood from the knuckle into his hand as he moans.

Ahhhhh.... (The relaxed moan) I haven't felt blood in my veins since ages ago.

He says this as he looks at Samuel who cowardly tries to run while injured.

Oh? Where are you going? Didn't you wanted to grope me and feel me? Why are you running away?

Y/n says these lines with the most sinister face everybody could of imagined, even the man from before was awestruck at such a personality.

Samuel ran out of the class.

Typical alphas. Always acting so tough on the outside, but a bloody coward on the inside.

He turns around and look at the professor.

Shall we resume class professor?

He says this with such the sweetest smile ever that everyone wondered on what the hell happened to the person they saw just now?

Eventually, the professor did resume class and all students listened. Even y/n, who was new to the school managed to answer some of the difficult questions, which made a lot of people in the class respect him.

It was lunch break and students were hurrying out of the classroom. Y/n was putting his books back into his bag when he felt a tap on his shoulder. He looks behind him to see that man.

Hey, wanna eat lunch with me?

Y/n could not believe his ears as he just stared at the alpha in front of him.

"this handsome god wants to hang out with me?!"

Y/n feels a blush coming on to his face as he mutters a weak "yes", which made the alpha smirks in satisfaction. The alpha leans into his ear as he whispers sultry.

My name's Jung jaehyun, baby~.

And boy did it make y/n squirms in his seat. His face flushed so hard it could be compared to a ripe tomato. Jaehyun smirks even more as he pats the Omega's shoulder.

I'll see you later at the cafeteria baby.

Once y/n hears the door shut behind him, he summons a concealment aura around him before screaming his lungs out.

"did he just got asked out by a hot guy? It feels like a dream come true."

He was smiling so happily as he imagines the alpha dreamy looks. He eventually snaps out of it and heads for the cafeteria.

When he reaches the cafeteria, he is even more awestruck. The whole cafeteria is divided to suit each person's personal taste on places they want to eat and the food there is absolutely divine. There are so many options to choose from though, y/n is at a lost on what he should eat.

Eventually, he decides to eat webfoot octopus with a side of iced milk tea. He has always enjoyed milk tea, to him it's like a special drink that will always make him relax.

Soon a boy is walking towards his table with a tray of his food.

Enjoy your food

He nods and quickly dig in.

Hey baby~

Y/n freezes, there's only one person with that voice.

Y/n: jaehyun? Is it you?

Jaehyun chuckles and sits down in the same table as y/n. They started talking about each other, from likes and dislikes to preferences.

One point during their talk, he could feel someone staring him down. He looks around him carefully, to see a lot of omegas staring him down. There were also alphas staring jaehyun down for being next to him.

He smirks as he looks at jaehyun, signalling him to come closer with his finger. Jaehyun lean in while chuckling.

I'm gonna make these omega and alpha drop their jaws, do you wanna help me?

And what are you gonna do baby?

Y/n pulls jaehyun closer to him before locking their lips together. Jaehyun, not even surprised immediately follow up by pushing his tongue into the other's mouth.

All the omegas and alphas watch them make out as some scream in anger while most are turned on.

They pulled away with saliva connecting their lips. They smirks at each other as y/n eyes turns purple yet again. Jaehyun notices this but doesn't act on it because he doesn't want the omega to be uncomfortable. He does think about others.

I'll see you later baby

The bell rings signaling the end of lunch break as most students grumble on their way to extra lessons. Y/n however don't have an extra class to participate in though. He did see a few request into certain classes but he's just not interested.

He decided to call it a day today by checking into his dorm room early. He goes into the alpha dormitory and scans his key card on the elevator. *Ding*

The elevator opens. He walks towards the dorm rooms counting them down while looking for his number.

500? Ah this must be it!

He uses his key to open the door. It went in!

He opens the door to a welcoming vibe as he drags his bag into the room and sit on the sofa in the living room. He decided to unpack early so he could get it done much faster and don't have to deal with it later.

Y/n takes a quick shower to relieve his stress and apply his favourite powder. This magical beauty product was always capable of making anybody the fairest by just a few pats on the face.

He looks at himself in the mirror, admiring his appearance.

I look so cute

He puts his make up product back in its place before he goes back into school for the last lesson.

Fighting.

When he arrived at the battlefield location, most of the students there has already fought. People noticed that he was here, some catcalled him because of black kimono he's wearing. It had a unique design of many Sakura flowers and burning spirits. The teacher approach him.

Hello y/n. Would you like to fight someone too?

He look around to find an alpha who is mocking everyone he fought.

Hah! You are so weak! Why did you even come to this academy, you bugs? Haha.

Y/n smirks as he found his target for the day.

I wanna fight him teacher!

Oh really? He is a bit strong tho, please be careful.

Y/n chuckles as he steps onto the stage. Once he was on the stage, he levitates off the ground and sits in the air in a meditating position.

(sth like this)

The alpha who he chose, smirks as he steps onto the stage as well.

Well well well, looks like another person have decided to challenge me. I have thought it would be a beta or an alpha, but it's a just an omega slut.

Most of the people in the battlefield feel disgusted as the alpha keeps talking about how useless omega is to society, only viable as a breeding tool for the whole society to use.

Y/n did not react at all, he just levitates there in the same position. The alpha slowly starts to get angry.

Oy, bitch! The hell are you ignoring me for?

Y/n didn't reply

You f***ing useless slut! Answer me!

Y/n didn't reply. The alpha got so angry that he goes in to hit y/n hard with his fist, until it collided with something in front of y/n's body that made a sickening crack to his hand.

Ahhhhhhh! My hand!

Y/n opens his eyes, his eyes were purple and he slowly drops onto the floor, walking slowly towards the alpha who tries to crawl back in fear.

How dare you insult the nature of my kind? Just because your kind is of higher stature, doesn't mean you can make fun of my people. The omegas...

People watch in fascination as y/n drags out a sword from the middle of his chest through his kimono as a glowing purple aura surrounds he stage.

SHALL SHINE ETERNAL!

He slashes with that sword as the alpha stops screaming. He sheaths the sword as the alpha lets out a large painful wail before collapsing.

He goes off the stage before going back to his dorm room not bothering to talk or look at anyone right now.

He unlocks his door and try to go in before someone grabs his arm. He pulls his arm away from the person before turning around with the deadliest glare ever. Jaehyun was scared shitless because of y/n. Once the omega see him tho, he softens a bit before pulling him in his room.

I'm sorry. I'm just mad.

Jaehyun only hugs y/n as he hugs him back.

Through a couple of days in the academy, y/n was a popular student among campus. He was the "his excellency the almighty Narukami ogosho god of thunder."

He has deepened his relationship with jaehyun and even met some of his fellow friends. He found himself getting along with taeyong the most, who was like a parent to him.

Things were going smoothly for y/n until that day

Y/n wakes up to the harsh feeling of nausea and headache. His dick was brushing against his shorts as he sighs at the uncomfortable feeling. He already knows what this means. His heat has just arrived. He groans as he just takes off his shorts and plays with his hole, moaning at the feeling of emptyness.

His mind keeps wandering to jaehyun and his well built body, packed with muscles and a six packs. He subconsciously licks his lips and his fingers goes in and out of his hole more aggressively. He moans out loud as he climaxes.

He breathes in and out, tired but his erection is still hard. He groans.

This is going to be a long day.

Jaehyun wanted to go see y/n, hearing that he was absent today in class because he was sick. In his hand was a box of hot soup. He knocks on the door of y/n dorm room

Y/n I'm coming in!

He lets himself inside the house as he immediately freezes and the box of soup fell onto the floor. Y/n was there, stretching himself with his fingers yet again as he moans lewdly.

Jaehyun wants nothing more than to fuck y/n at this moment, but he controlled himself. Y/n however pulls the alpha towards him as he looks at him with a lustful gaze. He flicks his fingers and they were teleported into y/n's bedroom.

Alpha! You're finally here.... I've been waiting for so long for you to show up. My fingers aren't enough to satisfy my heat at all. I only crave for more and more.

His fingers slithered around jaehyun's uniform as he swiftly dispose of them with his magic, quickly leaving jaehyun in his boxer. The omega mouth waters at the large bulge the alpha is carrying. He pulls it off and was slapped in the face with his cock.

IT'S SO LONG VEINY AND THICK.

Y/n knew that jaehyun was packing, but not to this extent. His purple glitters as he wasted no time and suck off the cock in front of him.

Jaehyun grunts as he feel the hot mouth of the omega sucking him off. It feels so good. He looks down at y/n who was busy savoring his cock like a starved man, filthy slurping sounds were heard all over the room. He sees how the omega took his long and thick veiny cock like a champ.

Y/n felt jaehyun dick throbs inside his mouth and begins working on it faster, determined to make him cum. Jaehyun groans in arousal.

Fuck! Baby, that feels so good. I-i'm gonna-

Jaehyun didn't even get to finish as he finally cums inside y/n's mouth. Floods of potent alpha cum is continuously being released into y/n's awaiting mouth, who slurps and drinks it all up.

Hah..... Hah...... Hah.....

Y/n takes jaehyun's cock out of his mouth while leaning his tongue out to collect any leftover cum. Jaehyun moans as his cock returns into its former condition only even bigger than before.

He quickly uses 3 of his fingers to play with the Omega's hole. Y/n moans out loud at the sudden intrusion of such thick fingers.

I'm gonna get your hole ready for my cock baby. Gonna breed you full of my pups *groans*.

Jaehyun whispers these words so hotly in y/n's ear that he immediately cums. His white semen covering his and jaehyun's body. Soon jaehyun removes his fingers and y/n knows what coming up next.

Jaehyun lines up his cock with y/n's hole, before pushes his cock in with one big thrust. Y/n moans loudly at the intrusion while jaehyun moans as well.

F-fuck baby, you're so tight. You're gripping so hard onto my cock.

J-jaehyun, f-fuck m-e. fill my hole with your pups. Breed me with your know, please alpha. I beg you~.

Jaehyun lost his sense of control and immediately rams into y/n's hole mercilessly as y/n just moans lewdly with his tongue out. They were both loss in the pleasure.

Jaehyun switches their position as he holds y/n against his chest and holds y/n's head. He kisses y/n as he continuously rams into the tight hole.

A-alpha~ look how good your cock is fucking me.

Jaehyun moans when he sees y/n's stomach and it only urges him to fuck him even harder and deeper. Everytime he rams into y/n's hole, it creates a noticable bulge inside the Omega's stomach fueling the two desires to mate.

Your ass feels so good around my cock. I'm gonna cum!

M-me too.

They both kissed as they chase their climax.

They both moaned into each other's mouth as they climax, jaehyun knots into y/n's hole as he pumps gallons of cum into y/n's tight clenching hole. The omega also came.

They both pants, out of breath as they recover from their sex. They miss each other sweetly before pulling away. They look at each other in the eye and smile.

I love you y/n l/n. I have fell for you for a while.

I love you too Jung jaehyun.

They look down at y/n's stomach that has a considerable bulge because of the amount of cum that jaehyun is dumping in him.

Heh how much cum do you have?

It's all for you my love.

Y/n blushes. Even in times like these, jaehyun never fails to make him blush.

After a while, jaehyun's knot shrink down and he pulls out of y/n's hole as the omega whimpers from the lost of being filled. Cum did not fall out of the omega though because y/n uses his magic to keep it all in him.

You really want my baby huh?

Of course, you're my alpha after all.

They lay down on the bed that is now cleaned thanks to y/n's magic. Jaehyun embrace his lover as he leans in close.

I love you my not so innocent omega.

*chuckles* I love you too my hot alpha.

#fanfiction #romance #gay #male idol x male reader #jaehyun x male reader #jung jaehyun #nct x male reader #nct 127 #nct 127 x male reader #kpop male idol x male reader #x male reader

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shoutout to @princeasimdiya12 for their super cool matakara utena analysis, check it out i am chewing on it as i write this!!! i was honestly blindsided by how much the two had in common and it really made me think about why my interpretation was the way it was in the first place, so this ended up being…about a lot of other things, and a lot more complicated than my arajin utena post.

anyway, you wanna see me go fully off the rails? *slaps matakara = reverse anthy ramblings on the table*

(i would recommend reading my reverse utena arajin post first for slight context for this insanity. also some major utena spoilers below the cut, so be warned!!)

Now I can hear you asking: How is Matakara the reverse Anthy to Arajin's reverse Utena? How is Matakara an Anthy in the first place?? crafty how the fuck does this make sense to you this show is not that deep??? I can answer two of those questions!

First we gotta bring up princesses again. Princesses do not have a tangible equivalent like how honki people = princes, but they don't have to have one. After all, princesses plays a vital role in the Aladdin allusion. And yes by the logic of Utena all girls are princesses, but Matakara is specifically the princess to Arajin's 'prince', which from an meta perspective is what makes him special. But he's not the only princess. Let's talk Arajin and Mahoro!

(there was a tangent here about how the show defines strength, but it was kind of off topic so I cut it. TLDR, uhhh despite some evidence stating otherwise strength in bucchigiri exists separately from gender, something something girls can be honki people men can be princesses etc.)

In RGU, the student council members and Utena see worth in claiming Anthy because to them the Rose Bride is a symbol of something they wish to attain. Their wishes stem from events from their past, and since they all refuse to grow past these events they remain stagnant characters, trapped within the academy.

Guess who also remains stagnant because he refuses to mature past his wish!

(what i'm getting from this is that a reverse anthy is a lot like an utena lol)

Let's focus on Arajin for a second. Arajin, as the reverse Utena, abandoned the honki person dream as soon as he realised he couldn't save Matakara. Mahoro is a symbol of the ordinary life as a teenage boy he wants to have, and Matakara symbolises the fairytale he doesn't feel worthy of and wants to leave behind. Mahoro is like Anthy (and Matakara) kind of in the way that Nanami is like Anthy. Essence of Anthy. Rose Bride Lite. Which makes Matakara more of an Anthy imo.

(I think there's something to be said about compulsory heterosexuality if you consider how Mahoro being a girl makes her a conventional princess for Arajin to chase, while Matakara may be everything Arajin wants, but his gender and closeness to the fairytale Arajin is trying to escape bars him from being an option. Also interesting how no matter how Arajin tries to distract himself with Mahoro, everything he wants Mahoro to be eventually circles back to Matakara.)

(something could also be said about the mahoro/matakara and nanami/anthy parallels, but i Do Not have the brainpower to unpack that atm lmao)

Anyway, Arajin is just so, stupidly determined to achieve his dream, which I think makes him a lot more Utena-like. Matakara...not so much? Before Arajin comes back into his life, it's the community of Minato Kai that gives him the stability he needs to largely ignore his monster, so he kind of puts his dream on the back burner.

He was doing fine...then Arajin fell back into his life and he got reminded of the promise he left behind.

So, Matakara is a princess! He's literally the princess of the fairytale allusion and he's someone who wants to be saved from a monster (the nebulous driving force for princes to save girls and turn them into princesses). In Anthy's case, the monster Utena wanted to save her from was the burden of humanity's hatred. Matakara's monster is a product of his own inner darkness.

It’s established that while Matakara may have a strong will, he’s too weak-hearted to become a honki person on his own. In fact, his weak heart is exactly what makes him a princess. But even then he doesn't fully fit into the mould. Princesses are supposed to be pure and passive, and Matakara is neither (at least not completely). His darkness may manifest as a monster, but before his recruitment into Minato Kai he goes to pretty morally dubious lengths in his attempts to become ‘strong’. Furthermore, not only is he rejected by his prince, it's revealed to him that his prince never existed. Arajin was a liar, and he was never going to save him. And so Ichiya uses that against him. He acts as Matakara’s saviour and threatens him with the idea of the monster to get him to kill the 'false' prince.

As powerful as she is, years of trauma have made it impossible for Anthy to break from the cycle of abuse on her own. Isolated from all support, Matakara is not in a mental state where he can break free of his monster either. Ichiya and Akio have free reign to manipulate Matakara and Anthy into becoming vessels for their revolution because at this point in the plot, they're all they have left. The twisted visions of the once-noble prince and honki person.

In Utena terms, Matakara is a princess who wants to defeat his own monster by becoming a prince. Anthy is a princess who doesn't think she should be saved at all. Matakara is someone who fights tooth and nail to be free from his demons at all costs, while Anthy simply allows hers to consume her out of guilt and love for the monster she used to know. Both need help from someone who understands them.

But killing the fake prince won't turn Matakara into a prince himself. What was that saying about girls who can’t be saved by a prince? What's left for you if you're not strong enough to be a prince and not pure enough to be a princess?

Anthy could tell you.

Matakara from Episode 1-7 reminds me of the version of Anthy from Adolescene of Utena. Dios and Akio can no longer directly influence Anthy, so she gets to be far more strong-willed and assertive. However, she’s still ultimately trapped within mental barriers she’s set for herself, hence why she still wants Utena to become her prince (like how Matakara still wants to become a honki person with Arajin). If you interpret Adolescence as a sequel to the original series like I do, then you can picture Matakara's descent from Adolescence Anthy to RGU Anthy due to Ichiya and Akutaro's manipulations as the reverse of Anthy’s character progression.

so...matakara is basically a reverse anthy.

Incredibly jaded Anthy neck-deep in manipulative abuse from a higher power gradually warms up to Utena because of her genuine kindness and inner strength. Incredibly naive Matakara is manipulated by a higher power into losing faith in Arajin through the revelation that his strength and bravery were an illusion. Through their abuse and suffering both characters attain power that stored/drawn from their chest/heart from someone emotionally manipulating the absolute shit out of them to serve their own selfish goals. Almost the whole cast victimises Anthy and considers her lower than them, while Utena alone treats her like an equal. Matakara alone believes he’s inferior to Arajin and strives to be on even ground to him, while Arajin pushes Matakara away because he believes he’s not good enough for Matakara. Anthy gives Utena a respectful title that she gives to all of her grooms, only to call Utena by her name without any honorifics once she’s freed herself from the Rose Bride system. Everyone who wants to get close to Arajin gives him a nickname, but Matakara’s is particularly childish and personal. Anthy's older brother is a manipulative monster, and Anthy’s ultimate revolution is her emancipation from him and the system he perpetuates. Matakara's older brother is so ideologically good it ultimately becomes his downfall, and his injury becomes the catalyst for Matakara’s descent into despair. Anthy constantly changes how she acts depending on who she needs to manipulate into the duels. Matakara is the only main character who always presents himself with utmost sincerity. They’re both full of love at their core, but their circumstances fill them with hatred and hopelessness. Their first reintroductions to Utena and Arajin are them being observed through a window. They both suck at cooking. i have to post this before the next episode proves me wrong-

#bucchigiri?!#matakara asamine #anthy himemiya #revolutionary girl utena #reading way too far into stories through an utena-ist lens can be something so personal #i need utena anthy matakara and arajin all in a room together. see who kills who first #crafty speaks

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Curtains Closed - Part 2

Summary:

Warnings: I dont thinkkkkkk there's any?

Author’s Note: I love writing this concept and I loveee writing requests so please let me know if you'd like more parts of this or if you have any other ideas <3 Love you all x

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You were sure that your reflection would start morphing if you stared at it anymore, or at least the small part that was visible in your compact mirror. Your makeup was still flawless, your hair still not even a fraction out of place, your outfit still hugging your body in the exact way it had done when you’d left. But now, sat in the car just before you had to leave, you wanted nothing more than to go home and change it all.

You should be high on life. You’d just won Best Actress for your role - a role you’d poured your heart and soul into. The film was a success, your name was in the headlines, everyone adored you. But as you were sat waiting to go into the after party, you couldn’t think of anything worse than having to celebrate your success alone.

“Are you ready to go honey?” Your assistant asks from beside you, offering you a smile.

She came with you everywhere, and she’d taken the plus one seat at the Oscars now that Drew wouldn’t be using it.

Drew. You hadn’t spoken to him since that day at your apartment, not even crossed paths once. You’d heard he’d been doing okay, and his film with Emily came out last week.

“Yeah, yeah, I’m ready,” You smile, taking a deep breath and stepping out of the car.

Vanity Fair was plastered along one wall of the red carpet, cameras lining up along the other side with their flashing lights, a sprinkling of celebrities across the carpet already.

You’re instantly whisked onto the carpet, told to stand in front of the sign and smile. You’d changed out of your lavish Oscar’s dress for one of the same colour, this one simpler, a silk dress that fell around your chest and hugged into your waist, dropping down to your ankles with an extremely low cut back.

“(Y/N)! (Y/N)! Over here!” Strangers’ voices call out to you from all different directions, all accompanied by the flash of their cameras.

You know how to pose by now, looking over your shoulder, moving your dress in the right way, look left, look right, go back to the front, change pose. It was all relatively routine to you at this point.

“(Y/N)! Over here! Look this way!” Another few voices shout and you try to keep your smile just as wide, knowing all of them wanted to capture the perfect shots of the lead actress of the year.

Your assistant comes back over to you and leads you over to the interviews, a row of filming cameras and people with microphones all waiting to hear from you.

“So, congratulations (Y/N), all of us here are so happy for you. How does it feel to officially be an Academy Award Winner?”

You take in a deep breath and smile, “You know, it’s just beyond words. I am so so grateful, I just feel like I’m living in a dream!”

The interviewer smiles and proceeds with their next question, “So who are you going to be celebrating with tonight?”

You swallow the lump in your throat, “Um, you know, I’m here with my assistant who is literally with me through everything, so I’m very happy to be sharing this with her. And then I’ll be celebrating with my family and my close friends as soon as I can.”

“That’s great, (Y/N), thank you! Have a lovely night.”

You move onto the next couple of interviews and they all ask you similar questions, about the film, about how amazing it was to win, about who you’d be celebrating with. The latter always brought the same sickness to your stomach. When Drew first saw you act, he told you he knew there’d be a moment when the world saw you in the way he did - and he told you he’d be there to cheer you on from the front row. But you were on the stage tonight, and his seat was re-named.

“I think Madelyn has just arrived,” Your assistant comments, “I’m going to head in but it might be nice for you two to get some photos together.”

“Sure, I’ll see you in there!” You encourage and she disappears.

You glance around at the carpet and catch sight of Madelyn just arriving. She’s wearing a black floor length dress accented with thin feathers and she looks as elegant as ever. Her face brightens up as soon as she sees you.

“Oh my god (Y/N)!” She squeals, extending her arms to envelop you in a hug, “Oh my god I am just so so so so so proud of you.”

“Thank you!” You respond, squeezing her a little tighter, “I’m so glad you’re here, I needed to see you tonight.”

“Girl, I gotchu, don’t worry,” She squeezes your arm, “I will warn you though, in about ten seconds I think you’re about to see somebody you really don’t want to see…”

Her words trail off into the ringing in your ears as you see who had just stepped out of the car behind her. His tall frame fitted into an all black suit, with just a small white trim along the button line of the shirts. His hair is buzzcut short, his eyes as piercing as ever when they are so harshly focused on you. And they are. As soon as his eyes fall to you, it is impossible for them to leave. The whole world around you seems to stop completely, all the sound drown out, everything else a blur but him and his face and his eyes and… him.

“Are you going to be okay?”

"Yes, yeah, of course," You cough a little, "Why wouldn't I be?"

And then you see. On the other side of the car, Emily stepping out. Her hair is fixed perfectly in a messy up-do, a short dress accenting her long legs and the perfect curves of her body. Perfect.

All of the reality comes tumbling back to you, washing over you in rushes of excess noise and bright lights and people shouting. You feel like you could sink into the carpet beneath you.

"(Y/N)," Drew says, now walking the short distance over to you, "Um, hi."

"Hi," Your breath catches in your throat, "How ar-"

"Hey honey, let's get some photos done," Emily cuts in, hurrying over and linking her arm with Drew's, "Oh, hey, (Y/N), didn't even know you'd be here."

You fight back any hatred from your words, "Yeah, yeah, sort of comes with the win I guess."

You can feel Madelyn smiling from beside you. Drew is still yet to take his eyes away from you, his lips slightly parted as if on the cusp of saying something.

Emily moves her hand and links her fingers with his, pulling both his and your attention to the point where their hands intertwine, "Come on babe, they need to get my good angle."

There's never a good way to describe the feeling, is there? How your heart feels like it tears in two and completely stops, all at the same second, all with no warning. How your hands feel like they lose all feeling but your body suddenly feels hyperaware of everything. How your brain loses all focus and your eyes cease to work but you can still note down every detail of exactly what is happening in front of you. How your worst nightmare is playing out right there, but you can't bring yourself to look away.

Drew doesn't say anything, simply nodding and following behind her as she drags the pair of them to stand in front of the cameras. You watch the photographers start snapping the shots and feel the tears start to bubble in your eyes, threatening to spill and expose how you felt for the headlines - fanning a fire you had tried to put out.

"Oh no you don't," Madelyn squeezes your hand, "You're not crying for him tonight, today is your day."

She grips your hand tighter and the pair of you walk in towards the party, forcing against every instinct in you to not look back at the sight of your worst nightmare playing out in front of you.

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It's a little later into the party and you've done everything in your power to try and not think about Drew and Emily. Luckily, you'd been busy all night with people wanting to congratulate you on your win, thanking them and laughing when they say they want to be with you in your next project. It is at least an hour later when you see him again.

You're at the bar, waiting for the bartender to bring you your order, taking a minute to breathe amongst a lot of posing.

"Excuse me mate, can I grab a beer and a glass of water, please."

You'd know the tone anywhere. The same voice that made you weak at your knees, made your heart race.

He leans over the bar waiting for his drinks, glancing right until his eyes fall on you, "Hey."

"Hi," You respond, just as the bartender comes back with your drink.

Drew looks at you and then down to the glass in your hands like he can't manage to keep eye contact for too long.

"I should go," You say quickly before all of the air feels knocked from your lungs.

Drew stretches out a hand and wraps his fingers around your forearm, "Please don't."

There's a pleading in his eyes that laces his words, echoing in the slight furrow to his brows. When he sees you don't resist his touch, he relaxes, but his hand doesn't move just yet.

"I didn't get a chance to say it earlier but congratulations, really, I-" He stops himself, "I know how much you deserve it, and I just wanted you to know that I'm... I'm proud of you."

You let out a shaky breath, but draw your shoulders back and try to inject some confidence back into yourself, "Thank you, I appreciate that. You always did tell me it would happen eventually."

Drew lets out a raspy laugh, dropping his hand from your arm to drag it over his short hair, "Yeah, well, I believed in you," He stops, "Still do."

There's an ache in your heart to reach out for him. To tell him about the new coffee shop in New York that you've fallen in love with and how you want to go to Italy for the summer, how you wished you were reading more recently and how you aren't sure whether to take a new TV role. You went to tell him all the big and all the small, all the bad and all the good and everything in between. You want him to know you like he did last year.

In the silence, he glances down and looks at your drink, "They didn't give you ice."

"Oh, yeah, no, it's fine," You shrug, "I don't mind."

He frowns a little and takes it from you, "Sorry, do you mind putting some ice in this?"

You hover beside him at the bar, scanning your eyes down the lines of his side profile. As much as he didn't know it all, he did know you. He always would.

"Here," He gives you back your drink, "You never were good at sending food back."

You stop yourself from smiling too much, biting the inside of your cheek.

"I wanted to say to you too," He chews at the inside of his lip like he does when he is nervous, "Me and Emily-"

You put up a hand to stop him, "I don't think you need to tell me, Drew. If you're happy, that's great. But it took a lot for me to get over you, and I don't know if I can do all of that again so-"

"We're not together."

The words stop you in your tracks.

"We're not dating, we never were, we never will be," He states, clearly like he wants to make it certain that you hear him, "The producers said it would be a good idea to spark some rumours to promote the film, I didn't want to do it but..."

"You're not dating?"

"No, god no," He shakes his head aggressively, "After you and I split up she mentioned something about there being something between us, but I told her that I was waiting for you, and she understood. We're just friends, and I don't want it to be anything more."

You fight back another smile, feeling a little bit more like your boyfriend was stood in front of you - the boy who knew you.

"I told you I'd wait for you, (Y/N)," He shrugs his shoulders like its the easiest thing he's ever said, "I meant it."

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venerawrites · 17 days

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Can I request Naruto with a single mama? Her little 1 yr old is a little unsure at first but comes to ADORE Naruto. Please and thank you!

Author's note: I am finishing my written assignments for uni this and next week, so I'm being extra slow with the requests, for which I am sorry :( Anyway, this request was super cute and I loved writing it! Hope you enjoy and thank you for requesting!

Becoming a war hero almost overnight sounds like a dream come true for every shinobi. All the years of pain, sweat and blood finally being recognised and appreciated by the people was something that rarely happened through history, and even when it did, most of the time it didn't last long.

But Naruto was no ordinary war hero - he was once the most hated person in Konoha, who despite everything remained loyal to his village and his friends. Filled with hope and ambition for the future, he proved himself as an excellent shinobi and most importantly, a good potential leader. So when Kakashi gave up his position as the Hokage, there was no question about who should be his successor.

Everything in his life fell into place pretty quickly after that - he bought a house, he started volunteering at the academy and the hospital during weekends, and also became the best man to Shikamaru and Temari's wedding. The boy that was once called a "freak" was now the "man of progress" - a symbol of prosperity and inspiration to many children across the Land of Fire. Tales and songs were already written in his name, and to him, it still felt unreal.

With fame came also attention. In the beginning, he loved it. Having women competing for his affection was fun and also very new for him - never has anyone asked him out on a date or given him gifts before. It did stroke his ego and for the first months after he became a Hokage, he entertained such advances. After all he was a single man, so why not? Perhaps one of these women would one day turn out to be the one.

Days became months, months became years and soon he found that almost all of his friends were either married or engaged. So far it never bothered him, but after Sakura and Sasuke came back carrying a child in their arms, he started to seriously think about what he wanted.

Years ago, if anyone has asked him what he seeks in a partner, his answer would've easily been his teammate. But since then a lot has changed, including him. He was more mature and level-headed now, and looking back, he realised what he felt toward the pink-haired kunoichi was not real love, but rather a childish crush. She was his best friend and he had deep respect for her, but even he realised how incompatible their personalities were and how his teenage self had an unrealistic idea of who she actually is.

Naruto was the definition of fire. He often acted based on his emotions and while he was better at self-control than he was before, there were still moments when he slipped up and let his inner thoughts take over his rationality. The last thing he needed was someone who had the same burning soul. Quite the opposite - he yearned for calmness. His heart needed to be both loved and protected by someone who can balance him.

This realisation felt heavier with each day. To have someone by his side soon became a mirage - no matter how often he attempted to give a chance to someone, the spark was just never there. All these women looked differently and talked differently, but ultimately they all gave him the same feeling - emptiness.

"Everything comes with time", Kakashi said to him, when he noticed him sitting by himself at Ino and Sai's wedding. The blonde man just smiled, weakly nodding at his sensei, not having the energy to oppose him. At this point, he wanted nothing more than to just finish his drink and head home to rest for the early morning meeting he had the next day.

Like almost everything in his life, however, this didn't go to plan. He was just about to stand up from his place, when his eyes locked with yours across the room. "She is definitely not from here", he thought, as you directed a small smile at him, lifting your glass in the air, before returning your attention to Ino, who was eagerly explaining her honeymoon plans to you. Naruto assumed you were not a shinobi as well, as he was sure he would've remembered you if he had encountered you in the past.

Before he can think about what he was doing, he was already walking toward the table where you and the bride were sitting. Pulling the chair next to Ino and opposite you, he slumped on it, his eyes dancing between you two.

"Can I join you, ladies?", he asked, despite the fact he already had. You both nodded and he grinned in response, before turning toward Ino and laying his hand on her shoulder:

"Congratulations on your marriage, Ino! Sai is a lucky guy!"

"You bet he is!", she laughed, nudging you with her elbow. Expecting such a response from her, you only rolled your eyes, shaking your head with a small smile. There was no room for disagreement, however - while Ino had quite a personality, she was one of the most kind and sincere people you have ever met. No wonder you became friends so quickly after she was sent to a mission in your village and you preserved that friendship despite the distance and all the years that have passed.

"Oh!", the bride suddenly exclaimed, grabbing your hand and almost shoving it into the blonde man’s face, "Naruto, this is Y/N. She has been my friend for... How many? Almost 10 years now! She is originally from the Curtain Village, but has been travelling for a while now."

"The Curtain Village? Isn't that the capital of Land of Silence?"

"It is", you confirmed, shaking his hand once he put it in yours. Noticing the slight furrow of his brows, you were quick to add with a smirk: "I am not a criminal that is here to blow up a wedding, if that is what you are thinking."

Letting out a scoff, Naruto looked a few times between you and Ino, before laughing nervously. He still hadn't let go of you, continuing to shake your arm up and down.

"What? I-you... I didn't-", he stammered, looking over to the bride for help. It was true a very brief thought of suspicion flashed through his mind hearing where you were from, but how can anyone blame him? The Land of Silence was a country of lawlessness, full with criminals and terrorist, all of them sharing the same hatred for Five Great Shinobi.

"Oh, don't listen to her, she is joking!", Ino laughed, before turning toward you and gently slapping you on the shoulder. Her eyes moved to the middle of the table, above which the Hokage was still holding your hand, his whole face flushed bright red. The minute of silence must have caught the man's attention, because soon after he let go of you, moving his fingers behind his body and nervously scratching his neck.

"Not weird at all", your friend muttered, before turning toward you, "Y/N, this is Naruto! A childhood friend, a war hero, the current Hokage... and also a man who does not know how to act like a normal human being in front of a beautiful woman."

He immediately opened his mouth to protest but was stopped the second your laugh reached his ears. This has to be the most melodic and beautiful sound he has ever heard. Too lost admiring it, he didn't pay any attention to Ino, who excused herself, giving you both a knowing look. He noticed only a few minutes later your shared friend is missing and he mentally cursed himself of how he was behaving. His teenage years were long gone, why couldn't he compose himself like the grown man he is?

"So, Hokage...", the title sounded almost seductive from your lips, "What was a man of such importance doing by himself at the bar? One would think you would be the centre of attention tonight. After the bride and groom, of course."

The tone of your voice combined with the sparkle in your eyes was enough for him to be able to barely keep focus on what you were actually saying. Squirming in his seat, he nervously laughed, wondering for how long were you watching him before he approached you. He must have looked like a complete fool sitting by himself ordering glass after glass and only occasionally being spoken to by the passing guests. Definitely not the impression he wanted to leave.

"I just... needed some time away from people. I didn't know Ino and Sai had THAT many friends", his words made you laugh and he instantly beamed at the sound, happy he was the one causing it.

"What about you? You here with someone?"

The slight nod of your head made his heart drop to his stomach and the corners of his mouth moved downward into a frown. Was it surprising? You were a beautiful woman after all, of course the chances for you to be taken were high. He sure as hell was disappointed though. A tiny part of him was hoping that you were here by yourself and that maybe, just maybe, he would have the chance to get to know you more.

Seeing the way his whole expression darkened, you bit back a smile, nodding your head to the end of the large room. There, in a corner, one baby boy and two little girls, one of which was Sarada, were enthusiastically smashing plastic toys around, being supervised by smiling Sakura.

"I am accompanied by the fine gentleman over there", you pointed to the boy, before laughing, "But I think he may be too occupied at the moment to even remember I exist."

Naruto followed the direction of which your finger was pointing and he suddenly felt his body relax. Oh. You were talking about that type of company.

"Is that your brother?"

Raising your brow at him, you gave him a small smirk, finding his question cute. There was something about this man that was both extremely sweet, yet attractive - perhaps it was the innocence he radiated, while looking so strong and masculine.

"You are flattering me", your attention moved back to the child, who was now trying to communicate something with Sarada, "This is my son, actually."

"Your son?", his voice came out louder and squeakier than expected and he immediately added, "It's just... you look so young, heh. Not that is a bad thing, you know? You are beautiful! Your son is also beautiful... Not in a creepy way, I mean he looks a lot like you and-"

The words suddenly got stuck in his throat and he loudly gulped, already fearing the disaster he just created. Expecting you to stand up and leave, or maybe even slap him, he was shocked when all you did was to just grab his hand and give it a little squeeze.

"You sure blabber a lot for a Hokage", you joked, before standing up, "Excuse me just for a minute."

Blue eyes followed your body across the room, curiously watching how you picked up the small boy in your arms and placed it on your hips, before making your way back. Now that he was getting closer, Naruto could fully appreciate the striking resemblance the child had with you. You had dressed him in a little blue shirt and black pants, which was complementing your dress with the same colours.

“Wow! He is literally your twin! Dad must be jealous”, he laughed nervously once you were just few feet away. The mention of he word “dad” made your body stiffen and you adjusted your baby’s position, so you can both sit comfortably.

“I doubt that - that man didn't even have the decency to show up for his child's birth, let alone acknowledge his existence .”

The blonde almost chocked on his drink, hitting his chest a few times. Was it bad to feel so good after hearing you say these words? He would never dream of wishing any child to grow up without a father, yet something inside of him felt almost relieved.

"Oh?", his posture relaxed and he raised one eyebrow, "So you are single mother?"

The answer was obvious, but he needed to be 100% sure - the last thing he wanted was to ruin someone's relationship, especially when there is a child involved. The nod of your head and the small smile were the final assurance he needed and without further word, he moved to the seat next to you which was previously occupied by Ino.

The sudden movement startled the baby in your arms and it immediately turned its head to the side, curiously observing the man.

"Hi, little one! My name is Naruto. Oh my, you are very cute!"

Uzumaki was good with kids. Maybe it was because of his friendly appearance or the fact he was full with energy, just like them, but there has not been a single child so far that didn't adore him from the moment they laid their eyes on him. Even Sarada, much to Sasuke's dismay.

The look that your son was giving him, however, was anything but impressed. Staring at him with his big eyes, he didn't even move a muscle, as if he was challenging him to a staring contest.

Can babies even challenge someone? Naruto never thought so, but he could swear the boy's brows furrowed just a bit, enough for him to send a clear message: "I may be cute, but you are not and neither is your attempt to impress my mom."

"He is very shy", you said, bouncing him on your lap. As a result to your constant travels due to your job, he didn't had a lot of interactions with other children or with people in general. Growing up without a father, he was very attached to you and any unknown person was always treated with suspicion.

To you he was just being cautious. To the man to your right, however, he was protective. The look he has given him was not one of a timid child, quite the opposite - he may be small, but he loved his mama and was not about to let a random man come and sweep her off her feet. Even if he was the Hokage himself.

"Well, I would love to get to know him", the man smiled, before lifting his eyes to yours, "and you, of course! Maybe... I can take you out on a dinner or something?"

"No", the word fell out of your child's mouth, before you can even start replying. Naruto looked at him, noticing the small pout that was now formed on his chubby face. Biting his lip, the Uzumaki tried his best to contain his laugh and remain serious. Not that he didn't respect the little man and how he tried to protect you, but he was so small and cute, it was hard to take him seriously.

"Hey, that is not nice!", you said to your son, giving him a look. He, however, didn't even acknowledge you, his whole attention trained on the man next to you.

"I am sorry, he just learned the word "no", and now he keep saying it at the most random times."

The blonde nodded with a smile, knowing that this was definitely NOT a random time.

"But to answer your question, WE would love to go on a dinner with you!", you adjusted the baby in your arms and the shift finally made him look at you. With a smile, you pressed a kiss to his temple, before looking back at the Hokage: "I am staying with Ino for the next three weeks. Pick us up tomorrow at 8?"

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The next day Naruto was half an hour early to the arranged time. Too scared to knock on the door and look way too eager to see you, he decided to wait outside, almost giving Ino a heart attack once she opened the door and nearly bumped her head in his chest.

"Naruto, what the hell are you doing just standing in front of my door?"

"Uh... Waiting?", he scratched the back of his head nervously, wishing there was a hole in the ground that can swallow him whole. It was not like this was his first date ever, why was he nervous about?

Deep inside he knew the answer - it was not you who was making him anxious, but your son. The way their first interaction went woke something competitive in him and now he was determined to prove himself as a man, good enough to be a partner and a father.

Being the village's hero he hasn’t faced a challenge like this for a while, so while he thought a bit of smooth talking and play time with your child were enough to win your son over, it seemed to make the situation even worse. The child refused to play with him and instead was clinging to you the whole time, giving Naruto such a look, which could only be described as a glare.

"He is not usually like this", you said at the end of your date, when you were both saying your 'goodbyes' in front of Ino's house, "I am really sorry if it made you uncomfortable or-"

Before you can finish, big calloused fingers pressed themselves to your lips, silencing you. You were glad that your son was now asleep, as he saw the gesture, he would surely cry, just like he did every time Naruto tried to grab your hand or touch you in any way during dinner.

"Hey, I think it is completely normal", the blonde let out a short breathy laugh, moving his eyes between the child and your face, "He just want to protect his mother. If I was him, I would be the same..."

Looking down, you carefully considered his words. You avoided dating after your ex left you once he found you are pregnant, so you never had the chance to observe your baby boy around men. But looking at his behaviour now, the Hokage's words made sense.

Thankfully for you, the Uzumaki was not a man who gave up easily. Pressing a kiss to your cheek, he invited you both to go and visit him the next day in the Hokage tower. He promised to give you a tour around and grab a lunch with you during his break.

For the three weeks you were in Konoha, you spend every single day with Naruto. He started going to work extra early, just so he can leave on time to pick you up and show you another one of his favourite spots around Konoha. For everyone around you, it was obvious you were absolutely whipped for one another and all this extra effort from his side seemed almost unnecessary in their eyes. For him, however, it was more than necessary, especially since your shared future was depending on it.

As a teacher, you built your job around travelling - you loved sharing your knowledge with the world, as well gaining new one from each place you visited. Such life was busy and demanding, especially for a single parent, but the pros outweighed the cons significantly.

Naruto refused to directly ask you to move to Konoha permanently, but his intentions were pretty clear - he never missed a chance to point out how good the Academy is, how there is a higher education institution being build right now and how gifted the kids in the village were. In the beginning, you didn't give any indication you were even considering staying, but after a while you started to show your interest in your own way - mainly by asking questions about the job market, the teachers in the Academy and in general the life in Konoha.

His relationship with your son also improved drastically. At first, the child stopped "glaring" at him and actually trusted him to come near you. Then, a few days later, he agreed for the first time to play ball with him and at the end of your walk in the park, he even fell asleep in Naruto's arms. By the time you had to leave, your son was so attached to the blonde, he refused to let go of his neck and go in your arms.

"We need to go, darling", you muttered tiredly, trying to detach him from the Hokage.

"No", he cried even louder, "Mama - bye!"

Letting out a loud laugh, Naruto adjusted the little boy in his arms, so he frees one hand and takes yours in it.

"Maybe mama would consider staying", he said, his grin transforming into a soft smile. Squeezing your fingers between his, he tugged you toward him, wrapping his free hand around your waist.

"I won't force you to stay if you do not want to... but I really, really wish you would consider it! I know we have been knowing each other for weeks, but damn, I am in love with you! And I love this little guy here", he looked over the child in his arms, that was now snuggling in his chest, giving you the biggest puppy eyes, "He does feel like my son. And if you leave... I may have to follow you till you agree to come back. And believe it, I do have some experience with making people come back!"

Letting out a giggle, you raise your brow at his words, the bag on your shoulder already falling down.

"Yeah? You would travel around the whole world just to bring us back to you?"

Closing the distance, he leaned his head to the side, so he can lay a small kiss on your lips. He pressed his forehead to yours, letting out a breath of relief once he heard your bag falling to the floor.

"I will travel to the end of the universe, if it means you will be with me."

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Clueless is an Understatement

This may not be the original idea for Rayne that I had, but at the same time, it is an extremely adorable request that I could not refuse! Plus it allows me to try and write a character that is similar to Mash (I love his brainless antics). I hope that you enjoy this fanfic @jennapancake! Thank you again for the request! Gifs are not mine.

Summary: Y/N Burnedead, Mash's older sibling, followed him to Easton Magic Academy to help protect him on his quest to become a divine visionary. Along the way, they caught the attention of Rayne Ames, who is absolutely smitten by Y/N. The only problem: Y/N does not know how to take a hint.

Warnings: reader has some small injuries, mentions of blood, otherwise none (but if I miss something let me know!)

In a world where magic users dominate the population, there were two non-magic users who were hoping to change their fates and prove that magic was not the only thing that made a person worthy in the eyes of higher powers. The first one was Mash Burnedead: a boy who relied only on his powerful muscles in order to become the divine visionary and allow his family to live in peace. The other is Y/N Burnedead, Mash's older sibling who is also a non-magic user and just as strong as their younger brother. Y/N knew that Mash would face a lot of dangerous challenges and potentially evil foes during his time at Easton Magic Academy, so they took it upon themselves to take the entrance exam as well and help Mash on his quest.

At first, many of the other students wondered why a person as old as Y/N waited so long to join the academy, but they made up the excuse that they were simply too nervous to participate in the entrance exam until now. Of course this was far from the case due to Y/N's trust in their own muscular strength, but it was a necessary lie to keep people off of their backs. Y/N and Mash only allowed trusted friends to know their non-magic status, or the more accurate truth, they all found out after the battle with the Magia Lupis.

"Dude, I still can't believe you have no magic power at all! That is total side character ener-," Y/N smacked Dot across the face before he could finish his sentence.

"And yet you let a side character show you up," Y/N said as they dusted off their uniform. Y/N walked over to Mash and ruffled his hair, causing him to mumble as he tried to fix it. "Come on, you know I don't like my hair being messed with, Y/N."

"I couldn't help it, little brother. You are just too precious sometimes," Y/N said in a monotone and yet excited voice. "Don't forget we have our workout scheduled for 3 today after my classes are finished, and I can't wait to out rep you today."

Mash shook his head from side to side. "Only in your dreams, sibling."

Despite being a first year, Y/N managed to be placed in some upper level courses at Easton, one of which being the Study of Magical Creatures. Rayne Ames, a current divine visionary and the older sibling of Y/N and Mash's friend Finn, also helped to pull some strings for the older Burnedead. It's not that he doubted their prowess, and if anything, it was their power that Rayne admired along with their beauty and talents. However, some of the professors were still skeptical of Y/N and Mash when it came to their "magic" abilities, so he offered his support in their favor.

Today's class would be taking place outside in one of the open pastures by the school, with today's lesson involving herding and calming wild Wrivian's, horse-dragon hybrids that were the size of a small cottage. Rayne was waiting patiently for Y/N to arrive for class, and he caught himself checking his robe for any stray crumbs from lunch. He never used to worry about his appearance since he is usually well-kept, and yet ever since he met Y/N, he felt the need to look even more pristine when he knew they would be around.

Not that Y/N would notice the small details to begin with...

Y/N arrived a few minutes before class began, and Rayne waved at them as they approached. "Good afternoon, Y/N. Are you ready for today's class?" Rayne stated with a slight smile.

Y/N clenched their fist as they took on a fighting pose. "I was born ready, Rayne. Any challenge that these Wrivian's bring, I will take each one down with my fist."

Rayne let out a chuckle as he moved to stand beside them. "I thought you would say something along those lines."

The professor explained the task to the students, making sure to reiterate that no harm should be brought to any of the Wrivian's or they would fail the assignment. All the students broke off into pairs, which would make wrangling the beasts an easy task, but Y/N and Rayne faced more difficulties. Rayne used frontal attacks with Partisan to deflect the fiery breath from the Wrivian, the creature's emerald scales flexing as it weaved expertly through the air. Y/N took more of a distraction approach as they waited for the right time to strike.

"Y/N, they have a blind spot if you move to the right! Now is the time to tame this beast! Remember, avoid harm at all costs!" Rayne instructed as he launched the silvery swords of Partisan one last time.

"Kay', taming magic activate!" Y/N shouted the fake spell as they squatted and leaped into the air, easily reaching the Wrivian hovering in the sky. Y/N grabbed the Wrivian around it's broad neck, the rough texture of the scales cutting into their hands as their weight brought them and the creature back down to the ground. The cloud of dust and the immense crash had Rayne worried, not so much about failing the assignment but for Y/N's safety. I really have fallen for them, Rayne thought as he dashed to the scene. He expected to see the Wrivian knocked out from Y/N's brute strength, but Rayne was shocked to see that the creature did not have a scratch on it. If anything, it seemed quite happy as it expertly stole a cream puff from Y/N's cloak.

"Hey, that's my afternoon cream puff," Y/N whined at first as they looked up at the beast with a minor frown, but as the Wrivian let out a whinny at the sweet treat, Y/N sighed in defeat as their head drooped. "Then again, it seems to be making you pretty happy too."

Rayne gasped as he knelt down by Y/N, who was too distracted by the loss of their cream puff to notice the crimson liquid dripping from their hands. Rayne placed his hands on Y/N's forearms and lifted them up, his cheeks dusting with pink as he felt the muscles under their cloak. "You're hurt, Y/N. Please, let me take you to the infirmary and help bandage your wounds."

Y/N looked down at their hands and blinked. "Oh, looks like I am bleeding, huh? Oopsies." Rayne playfully rolled his eyes at Y/N's unawareness as he helped them to their feet, an arm wrapping protectively around their waist despite Y/N's ability to walk. Y/N's brows furrowed as they looked at Rayne. "Why is your arm around my waist if I can walk?"

"Just a precaution to make sure that you have no underlying injuries," Rayne replied.

"But you can see me walking, Rayne? Are you sure I need assistance?"

The two students finally arrived at the infirmary, and Y/N sat on one of the medical beds while Rayne treated their wounds. He started by cleaning the cuts and applying alcohol to the wounds, causing Y/N to flinch. "Ouchie, that burns a little." Rayne only smiled as his golden eyes remained filled with adoration. Once Y/N was all bandaged up, Rayne laid a kiss on each of their hands. "There, you should be fully healed in a few days."

Y/N tilted their head. "Was that a magic healing spell? Can you teach it to me?"

Rayne smirked as he ruffled his blonde streaked hair. "I could probably teach you the spell over dinner. Would you care to join me?"

"Well I would, but Mash and the others always go to dinner with me on this day of the week. I am making cream puff this evening, if you wanted to join, and the others would be happy to see you." Y/N rambled as they tapped their chin.

"We can bring the cream puff to them when we are finished, but I need your full attention to teach you this spell," Rayne said as he tried to find a way to spend time alone with Y/N. He adored the others yes, especially his brother Finn, but he had longed to ask Y/N on a date for some time now. There was something about them that was charming and adorable, and Rayne could not resist them. Y/N's eyes widened as they absorbed Rayne's words. "Ohh that makes more sense. I will see you then, Rayne." With that, Y/N hopped off the medical bed and left with a brief wave as Rayne started to devise a game plan for tonight.

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Rayne arrived at the dorm kitchens around the time Y/N had specified, a bouquet of their favorite flowers in hand. He entered the kitchen and was greeted by Y/N wearing a frilly apron that matched the one that Mash typically wore. They were currently whisking the eggs for the cream puffs with calculated precision. Rayne smiled as he leaned over the counter and presented the flowers to Y/N. "I brought these for you, Y/N, and I hope that you will enjoy them."

Y/N halted their whisking and took the flowers from Rayne, eagerly sniffing the fresh blooms. "These smell like the flowers back home, but I don't know if they will taste good in the cream puffs."

"They won't be going in the cream puffs, you dork. They are for you to look at and admire from afar." Rayne explained as he conjured up a glass vase. Y/N let out an exclamation of excitement as they tapped the vase to see if it was real before going back to whisking. Rayne rested his head in his hand as he watched Y/N make the cream puffs from memory. While the cream puffs were baking, Rayne took this as a sign to make his feelings known. "I am excited to try these delicious cream puffs, but I have no doubt that they will not be as sweet as you are."

"I always put four cups of sugar into the dough, and along with this custard cream, they will be the perfect amount of sweetness." Y/N assured as they plopped down in the seat next to Rayne. They perked up as they remembered the conversation they had with Rayne earlier. "Oh, you said you would teach me that healing spell? Unlike my brother, I can learn things pretty quickly."

An idea materialized in Rayne's head as he pretended to pop his knuckles. "Luckily, this spell does not require a wand like most spells, and I believe that you have the abilities and strength to master this spell in no time. Firstly, you take the hands of the person that you want to heal." Rayne turned to face Y/N as they took their hands in his, the bandages from earlier soft to the touch, but Rayne wished he could feel Y/N's actual hands instead. Y/N continued to absorb the instructions like a sponge as they replied with a "got it".

"Next, you approach the subject closer so you can determine the state of their injuries." Rayne closed the gap between him and Y/N until their face's were inches apart, allowing him to admire all of the amazing features of Y/N's face. He swore that no deity could be more gorgeous than them. Y/N nodded as they maintained eye contact with Rayne and made sure to process each step clearly. "Finally," Rayne started as he placed a hand on Y/N's cheek, "You perform the healing spell." Before Rayne could complete his plan, the loud ding of the oven interrupted him, and Y/N shot up from their seat faster than a lightning strike. "Cream puffs are done!" They shouted excitedly.

Y/N finalized the delicious treats and handed the first ones to Rayne. He bit into the pastry and hummed with delight as Y/N ate their portion of the cream puffs in a few gulps. "These are perfect, Y/N, and I must admit that this would make for a perfect date," Rayne said as he smiled more than he had in months. Y/N was once again confused.

"Isn't that a type of fruit?"

"Yes, you are correct, but it is also the time spent between two individuals that care about each other as a way to show affection for one another. Y/N Burnedead, I care about you more and more each and every day, and I would destroy every evil force in this magical realm if it means that you are safe by my side. I would be yours if that is what you wish, but if you need more time, I understand completely." Rayne blushed as he rubbed the back of his neck, but Y/N still could not see the full picture.

"I could help you beat up the villains instead, but I would need to focus on more bicep training first. Maybe Mash would know-," Y/N's sentence was cut short as Rayne gently pressed his lips against theirs as his hand returned to caress their cheek once again. Y/N did not fully understand what to do, but they did enjoy the feeling of Rayne being so close to them. When Rayne pulled away, the realization of his words and actions finally set in, and Y/N turned as red as the strawberries they used in the cream puffs. Y/N's brain started to short circuit as the affection became to much. "I-I-I guess that t-t-this makes us a, makes us a..."

Rayne kissed Y/N's cheek as a genuine laugh rumbled in his chest. "Yes, this makes us a couple, if that is what you desire. There is no one in all of Easton that would make a better match for a divine visionary."

Y/N could not help but smile as they fiddled with their hands. "I-I would like that very much."

Bonus:

"Did you save some cream puffs for me?"

"Of course, I always save the perfect ones for my favorite little sibling." Y/N handed over the cream puffs to Mash as he excitedly munched on the pastries. Lemon and Finn had just entered the room, and Lemon could not help but squeal as she nudged Y/N with her elbow. "And I heard that Y/N made cream puffs with the Rayne Ames last night!!! So, did anything exciting happen?! I must know!!"

Y/N shrugged as they took a bite from their own cream puff. "Rayne taught me a new spell while I made the cream puffs. We also kissed, and now we are dating. Nothing too exciting though."

Lemon screamed with joy as she nearly fainted at the news, but it was Finn whose jaw dropped as he flailed his arms in the air. "YOU'RE DATING MY BROTHER?! AND YOU KISSED?! I did not need to know that!!" Finn dashed from the room as his face flushed with embarrassment, but Lemon wanted to hear more.

"So, do you want to go over wedding plans with me?"

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I am on here on a daily basis to see if you’ve written anything new, i am on my hands and knees for your writing 😭 it’s so fucking good!

Could I request a Marilyn Thornhill fic where it’s a fem reader who is very shy, and innocent. Kinda a corruption kink on Marilyn’s end, and she’s had her eyes on reader for a long time, reader just thought she was being friendly and would never reciprocate her feelings until one day reader ends up in detention for skipping Marilyn’s class because she couldn’t handle seeing her that day, she felt really frustrated that she has feelings for her botany teacher and doesn’t know how to get over her. She didn’t realize however Marilyn had detention duty that week and after dinner when she headed down to the detention hall it was only her and Marilyn. Reader panics and Marilyn ends up coming over to her desk and teasing her, saying she can’t lie to her and she knows why she skipped her class. She ends up teasing reader, she’s got a massive dumbification kink and she saying things to her like, “you’re so dumb for me already honeh? I haven’t even touched you yet”. She ends up roughly fucking reader on the desk, and with her strap, her mouth, and fingers. Then after they have sex reader gets upset because she doesn’t want this to be a one time thing and Marilyn comforts her.

(I feel like it’s definitely cannot that Marilyn has a mommy kink so if you wouldn’t mind adding that)

Ily sm I hope you read this!! Ur one of my fav people 🫶

Yesss!!! here it is!!!! Thank you very much for your words, I'm so happy to read them!!! I hope you like it and sorry about the language mistakes!!!! :))))))) <3<3<3<3<3

Teacher's favorite

Pairing: Marilyn Thornhill x Fem Student! Reader

Warnings: Smut, first time, dom! Marilyn, slightly dark Marilyn, strap on, kinks everywhere

Word count: 7,952

Summary: You were having a hard time. You love your teacher, but you never thought if she felt the same way…

N/A: Requests are open!!! Sorry about the delays, I’m working hard on your requests. I love you all!!!

“(Y/N), where are you?” Your friend asked, nudging you and waking you up from the fantasy world you were daydreaming about. You shook your head and grumbled. You always hated being woken up from a fantasy, especially lately.

“I'm here…” You whispered, trying not to get your teacher's attention. Your cheeks were flushed and you started to get nervous for the fear of being found out.

It might have been Nevermore, but you were still the shy girl you'd always been. If it weren't for the fact that your classmates had the gift of sociability, you probably would never have come into contact with anyone at the academy.

You weren't averse to having friends, but you always had a hard time. Although having them had its advantages and disadvantages, like interrupting your mental images in the middle of a class, plus another series of awkward questions that scrutinized your sexuality and your possible romances within the school.

As expected, you didn't have any relationship with any of your classmates, you weren't interested, no matter how much your friends insisted over and over again in your nocturnal meetings.

You never liked explaining yourself, but you would have if you could. The fact is that you couldn't, you couldn't tell anyone who owned your dreams and fantasies.

“What were you thinking? You seemed very happy,” Divina teased, raising and lowering her eyebrows rapidly. You shook your head and from the tremor that appeared in your hands, one of your pens fell to the ground. You looked at your friend with a frown and bent down to pick it up.

“Shut up, that isn’t your business,” you said in a whisper, more brusque than usual.

“(Y/N)…” The voice you least expected said. Marilyn Thornhill, your teacher, had stopped the class, and she was looking at you with her arms crossed. You froze, your legs trembled, and your face turned even redder. “Would you mind repeating what I just said?” She asked, knowing that she had just caught you in a compromising situation.

Your whole body was a jumble of nerves, and the embarrassment and amused looks from your classmates were like electric shocks that prevented you from speaking like a girl your age, and not like a five-year-old one.

“I, I'm sorry, Miss Thornhill... I think I didn't hear you correctly,” you said in a low, barely audible voice.

The teacher looked at you funny, between subtle laughs from the rest of your classmates.

“Oh, isn’t my voice loud enough?” She asked, wryly. “Maybe you should sit here so you can hear me,” she said, pointing to an empty desk in the first row. You looked both ways, looking for some help, which of course you didn't get, and stood up, stumbling awkwardly against the chair, while your friend laughed.

“We'll see if you laugh later…” You whispered threateningly. You weren't going to do anything, but you couldn't just shut up, at that moment your heart was beating so fast that you thought you were going to faint.

Looking down at the floor, you walked to the front row and dropped your books on the desk, sitting down, keeping your head down, trying not to meet the redhead's eyes.

“Surely from here you can hear me...” The teacher sighed, forcing you to look at her. You nodded, breathing hard. Marilyn was too close, closer than she had ever been. That was not good, not at all.

Smiling with satisfaction, Marilyn walked back a few steps and continued with her class.

Having her right in front of you was a worse distraction than your gossiping friend.

At first you didn't want to admit it. You fought with yourself not to feel what you felt, but you couldn't control it. You always fell in love with the least suitable person, and in this case, she was none other than your botany teacher, whom you now saw very closely, almost like in your dreams. All your rational side told you to forget her, that it was an impossible love, that you would suffer as you did so many times in the past.

But it was too intense. The nerves and the feeling that just seeing her caused you were unbearable. It only fed your fantasies, your desire to be more than just a student for her. Something that would never be possible, something you could only dream of.

Her smile was like a drug for you, her voice was the best of sedatives, she calmed you down, made you smile. You were so in love and you couldn't fight it, you just hoped that the day of great disappointment would come soon, that you would finally discover that a girl like you could never be with someone like her. You needed that day, urgently, otherwise you thought you would be lost forever, that there would be no remedy for you.

The bell rang and you sighed in relief. You were supposed to take notes, but you couldn't. You had her so close, you could smell her perfume, notice each of her gestures, her smiles. It was too much for you, and all you could do at that moment was to run fast, without looking back. That whole day seemed to be against you. Marilyn stopped right in front of your desk and leaned towards you with an amused gesture.

“I hope you don't hold a grudge against me for having ordered you to sit here, (Y/N)… I didn't mean to embarrass you,” she She told you kindly, once the last of your classmates left the conservatory. You trembled and took a deep breath to be able to answer.

“It's okay…” You whispered. “I think I was a little distracted today.”

She smiled at you, waving her hand dismissively.

“Oh, well, it's normal to be distracted, sometimes even I lose my mind,” she said amused, leaning on her desk and crossing her arms. “Don't take it as a punishment, okay? I'm just trying to get my best student to pay attention,” she told you, winking at you.

You were on the verge of having a heart attack, but you had to be firm, behave like you were supposed to. You felt warmth on your cheeks and a heart rate that was out of the normal range for a person.

“Your best student?” You repeated as if you were a drooling robot. She looked at you curiously, but she smiled, picking up a piece of paper that was on the table.

“Your term assignment is the best, (Y/N)… I'm convinced that you would pass my subject without paying attention…” She whispered, looking at the paper carefully.

You were in a cloud, her compliments only made the love you felt worse. She was always that way, kind, calm, good... But it wasn't something exceptional, it was very strange not to see her smiling, or treating one of your classmates kindly.

“Tha, thank you…” You murmured, gaining enough strength to get up from the desk and pick up your stuff awkwardly.

“Ah, (Y/N)…” Marilyn stopped you before you went out the door and could breathe. You looked back after squeezing your eyes shut. “You don't have to sit here tomorrow, unless that's what you want, of course...” She said with a somewhat disturbing tone, or that was what your imagination thought.

Discretion was probably not your best skill, since those last words left you almost dizzy, causing you to collide with absolutely everything when leaving the conservatory, it even seemed to you that Marilyn was laughing.

You sighed heavily as you left the building, and then, after all this time, you realized that maybe you had a problem. You had already assumed the almost insane obsession you felt for your teacher, but when she spoke to you, your whole world went crazy.

If she weren't such a kind woman, if she didn't look at you with that smile, it would be much easier to put your feet on the ground, realize reality and assume that things are the way they are, and that a girl like you would never have anything with her

That night, like every other night for a couple of months, you had your eyes rolled back, thinking about the way Marilyn spoke to you, the way she looked at you. You struggled with your reasoning to avoid thinking that kindness was exclusive to you. It wasn't, she was like that with everyone, wasn't she?

Of course she was, you weren't special, you were just a poor fool, an innocent and shy girl, who was madly in love with her teacher. You had to make an effort to forget about her, since she would never feel the same way about you, and you repeated it to yourself every night.

The next morning, everything seemed to have reset. There was no change in your thoughts. You were a coward, it was hard for you to accept reality and the determination you had at bedtime vanished with the first sun rays.

“(Y/N),” your roommate said, taking you out of your thoughts. You frowned and sat up in bed. “Stop dreaming and wake up, today is a hard day.”

You glared at her for interrupting your self-pity and shook your head, yawning.

“What's happening? Oh, don't tell me that today is the arithmetic test,” you said getting out of bed, panicking.

You were so obsessed, Marilyn took up so much space in your mind that everything else was in the background, your grades were basically suffering for not remembering your homework, or any subject that had nothing to do with botany.

“What? No, that's next week,” your friend said, with a mocking tone. “Seriously, (Y/N), what planet are you living on lately?”

You sighed in relief, looking for your stuff to go to the shower and ignoring your friend's comment. You knew she was right, but you weren't willing to give it up for a second.

“I'm just a little confused…” You muttered, preparing your backpack while you looked at your schedule.

“Well, you shouldn't be, today is the day of the botany presentation, I suppose you remember that, right?”

Your heart stopped.

She was right, that day you had to present to the whole class the work you had done the week before. Your whole body started to shake and you started to panic. In your backpack, there was this work, a neat dissertation on vines.

Normally you had a hell of a time talking in front of the whole class, but you'd never done it in botany and just thinking about it made you dizzy. Every day started like this, having an irrational fear of seeing the woman you loved, but that day there was something that made you think of horrible things, as horrible as pretending to be sick so you don't have to go to class.

You were always a good girl, studious and calm, but somehow, Marilyn made you bring out the worst things in you.

That smile from the day before, her unexpected compliments, were just fuel for your feelings, so that your heart kept burning, kept burning slowly in the hell of unrequited love.

You got into the shower without speaking to your roommate, who simply laughed at your attitude. You couldn't say the reason for your tribulations, you couldn't tell anyone, you would be the laughingstock of Nevermore, and you didn't want to go through that again, not like in your old normi institute.

The hot water ran through your body and your mind works with forced steps to come up with some way to skip that class, to avoid having to be by her side, so close, talking to your classmates about some stupid vines.

“Hey! Hurry up or we won't make it,” Divina yelled behind the curtain. You grunted, you had no time left, you had to think fast and that made you do stupid things.

“You better go! I’ll go later,” you said, was that your big idea?

The footsteps in the bathroom told you that she had listened to you and when you found your way clear, you got out of the shower.

You looked at the clock, the class should have started already and you sighed relieved, but fearful. Skipping a class was common among the Nevermore students, but that only served to punish them harshly.

You felt like a criminal, a fugitive, but also free, relieved. Nobody could see you around the school and staying in the room was not an option. Too risky.

You wandered the halls hiding in every corner, avoiding every adult you encountered. Desperate you looked at the clock, wishing that time would pass quickly. But the clock didn't seem to want to move and your little skirmish seemed like torture.

The library was your best option, there was hardly anyone there. That was your next goal.

As you walked through the school, you regretted what you were doing, wondering how far you would go to avoid Marilyn, and how much longer you could endure this painful love. You couldn't hide forever from her, just make an effort and stop loving her. It was much easier to play hooky, that's for sure.

You were so focused on your thoughts and the pain in your stomach that this behavior caused you that you did not realize that danger was in front of you. Larissa Weems, the principal, walked past you, and you froze.

“Good morning, (Y/N),” she said kindly.

You wanted to scream with laughter, already expecting hundreds of questions, but the woman was completely oblivious that you should be somewhere else.

“Good morning, Principal Weems,” you answered trembling. Larissa smiled and walked past you. You thought the danger had passed, that your master move had worked, but she stopped, turning around with a frown.

“(Y/N)… What are you doing here? If I remember correctly now you should be in class,” she said, approaching you again.

Shit.

“Um… I…” You stammered, your face red as sunset and without a dignified answer. “It's just… It's just that I don't feel well.”

The old reliable. Larissa seemed to hesitate, but she sighed, looking at you carefully.

“Has Miss Thornhill let you out?” She asked. You were blocked, you didn't know how to lie. You didn't do or say anything. “(Y/N)?”

“I… Well, it's just… I fell asleep…” You stammered, wishing that everything was a nightmare. Larissa crossed her arms and arched an eyebrow, glancing at her watch.

“It doesn't look like you're going to the conservatory…” she said, cornering you. “(Y/N)…”

You didn't need any more pressure to confess, or at least to admit that you were indeed skipping class.

“You surprise me, (Y/N), you have always been an exemplary student. Tell me, is there a reason to which you decided to skip that class?”

You shook your head, about to cry, embarrassed. You had a reason, but it wasn't one you could explain, much less to her.

“I, I'm sorry… I…” You said, on the verge of tears. Larissa put her hands on her hips and shook her head. The bell indicating the end of class rang.

“Well, we can't do anything to remedy it now, right?” Weems said, with a tone of disappointment in her voice.

“I'm sorry,” you said again, embarrassed, waiting for the punishment.

“I'd like to be kind to you, since it's the first time you've done it, but there can be no exceptions, (Y/N), you must all abide by the rules. After dinner, go to the detention room, you will spend a couple of hours there,” she said. You nodded but immediately frowned.

“Where is that room?” You asked with your innocent girl tone. Larissa smiled, knowing that you had never been.

“Don't worry, I'll tell Miss Thornhill to go with you, it's her turn to watch over the punished, so maybe you can explain to her why you decided to skip her class.”

You were an idiot. You thought that by skipping her you would get rid of her, you would stop seeing her smile as a drug, but you only made things worse. Now you would have to spend two hours with her, alone. It made you want to pound on the walls, to blow up all the furniture with your powers. You had gotten yourself into quite a mess.

“And then he told me that he had better things to do…” One of your friends told in the dining room.

The day went by terribly quickly and your tray of food was untouched. Apparently, nobody gave importance to your fleeting disappearance, which you were grateful for, but your gaze is fixed on the table and your thoughts were on that night, on the punishment that awaited you. In your mind you imagined the best possible scenario. Nevermore had many students and not all of them were as good and innocent as you, surely you would not be the only one punished. That thought managed to relieve you a little, but just a little.

“(Y/N),” Marilyn told you, putting a hand on your shoulder. “I hope you had a good dinner time,” you coughed nervously and nodded, your cheeks already red. “Let's go?”

As if you were going to war, you got up from the table and grabbed your backpack, following the redhead through the halls.

To your horror, there was no one else with you.

“Isn't there anyone else?” You asked with a small voice. Marilyn gracefully turned around and shook her head with a strange smile.

“No, it seems that you have been the only one who has behaved badly,” she sighed, taking some keys from her bag and opening the classroom door. “Come in,” she told you, pushing your back slightly.

You sat at one of the many empty desks, trying to take your mind far away from that place. Marilyn sighed and put her bag down on the table, looking at you curiously.

“What….? What I have to do?” You asked embarrassed. Your heart was beating fast. Marilyn laughed and sat down at the desk.

“Whatever you want, (Y/N). I'm sure you have a lot of homework to do and two hours is enough time,” she told you with a smile, without taking her eyes from yours.

“Okay…okay,” you whispered, clearing your throat.

Time passed very slowly. You started to do your homework, but you couldn't help but get distracted. The woman you loved was so close... You almost thought you were having a panic attack, you couldn't concentrate, much less when the redhead stood up and walked slowly towards you.

You swallowed and looked up at her.

“I'm not mad at you, (Y/N), but I would like you to tell me why you haven't come to my class,” she said to you with a serious tone, but an informal one.

You had no answer, at least not one that made sense or wouldn't give you a heart attack right then.

“Um… I… It's just…” You said with a shaky voice. She looked at you carefully, with a half smile, as if she was trying to analyze your expressions.

“Tell me, (Y/N), didn't you want to see me?” She asked unexpectedly. You were startled by that strange question and shook your head.

“No, it's not that, it's that… It's just that…”

Marilyn laughed seeing you in that state and that only made you tremble more.

“Do I make you nervous?” She asked getting closer, leaning towards you.

“I…” You managed to say.

“You think I don't know what's going through your mind, don’t you?” She said whispering. You shook your head effusively, futilely looking for some way to escape from there.

“I, I don't know what you're talking about,” you said, causing the tip of your pencil to break due to your nervousness.

“Oh, come on, (Y/N), you know it, you know it perfectly…” Marilyn said, tilting her head.

“It's just that I'm ashamed to speak in front of my classmates, that's why I haven't gone to class,” you said, lying in the best way you could at that moment. Marilyn raised her eyebrows and smiled even wider.

“Please, (Y/N), don't try… You can't lie to me,” she said amused, closing your notebook and resting her hands on the desk. “Come on, honey, look at me when I’m talking to you.”

“It's, it's the truth,” you said, obeying and looking at her.

“No, it's not…” She continued mocking.

You were dying to get out of there, you were a whirlwind of thoughts and feelings. Marilyn didn't seem like the same happy and sweet teacher that she always was, there was something in her look that made you tremble, you didn't know if it was fear or desire...

“Look at you, (Y/N), you're shaking…” Marilyn said, amused, moving away from the desk and circling it like a vulture around its prey. “Poor silly girl, did you really think you could fool me?”

“I'm not trying to fool you…” You sighed, while Marilyn moved your chair away from the desk with a slightly abrupt jerk.

“Get up, honey, we are going to have a little conversation,” she said in your ear, causing all your hair to stand on end. You were a lost soul, a rag doll that was unable to move, only to obey your teacher while your breathing accelerated.

You stood with Marilyn too close to you, scrutinizing all your features, laughing at the nervous and embarrassed attitude you had at that moment.

“You like me, right?” She said without qualms. “Don't answer me, you don't have to, I know you like me.”

You wanted to cry, scream, run, escape. You didn't think you were so horribly obvious, so obvious, so indiscreet. That was worse than a nightmare.

“I…” You stammered, on the verge of a heart attack. Marilyn took a step towards you with a wicked smile, not willing to give you a break.

“You're so sweet…” She whispered in your ear, gently placing a hand on your waist. “I see how you look at me in class, how you tremble when I talk to you... Look at you, you're such a mess and I barely touched you... My dumb girl... Tell me, do you think about me?”

“I… I don't…” You said in an inaudible voice, with your vocal chords paralyzed by the situation. She touched you, grabbed your waist and caressed your cheek. It was better than a dream, but you felt like you were in a nightmare. It was no longer worth pretending. “Yeah, I do…”

“Oh, you’re flattering me, (Y/N)… You know? I also think about you... How dumb you become when you're with me...”

You were finally brave and looked into her eyes, while her caresses ran through your body. You were totally unable to speak.

“Did the cat get your tongue?” She asked teasingly, grabbing your wrist and pulling you towards her desk. “Such a shy girl… You drive me crazy, (Y/N).”

You nodded without really knowing why. Your back collided with the wood of the table and the redhead approached, putting her arms at your sides, impeding any attempt to escape.

“Do you want to kiss me?” She asked, getting so close to you that you could feel her breathing. Your nerves prevented you from moving, but you managed to nod awkwardly. “Oh, of course you want…”

You finally moved, putting your lips on hers timidly. It was much better than what you had dreamed of. Her lips were soft, warm, inviting. You squeezed your eyes shut, shedding a desperate tear. Desperate because of the confusion you felt and because of the strange way in which your most intimate desire was fulfilled.

She put a hand on your chest, pulling you away from that innocent kiss and looking at you curiously.

“Is that all you got for me, (Y/N)? Maybe you don't like me as much as I thought.”

You hung your head in shame. She should understand that the situation was strange, disturbing, totally outside of Nevermore's ethical code, something that should never happen. On the other hand, that was your first kiss, you couldn't do it better, you didn't know how to do it better. But she didn't seem to understand what you were going through. Marilyn wasn't stupid, she knew you had feelings for her, but maybe she didn't know exactly what kind of feelings.

“I'm sorry,” you said trembling, with tears running down your cheeks. “I had never kissed anyone.”

“Oh, is that true?” The redhead said, wiping away your tears. “So your shy and innocent appearance is not just a facade…”

You nodded, but before you could apologize any more, she was kissing you now wildly, with passion and desire. At that moment you decided to forget about your fears and your feelings and let yourself go. Her tongue ran through your mouth and her hands prevented you from moving, pushing you against the desk.

Marilyn pulled away from you to study your reaction. Your gaze was no longer fearful, but something else, something different. You had her there, kissing you, teasing you in a terribly suggestive way, embarrassing you, but rewarding you for it.

“Oh, God, you're so crazy about me... With just one kiss you're already so excited...” She whispered, while she put her hand under your skirt, caressing you in a place that seemed forbidden. Surely your body was several steps ahead of your mind, sending pleasant stimuli to your center, making you feel a humidity that was only accentuated by her hands.

“I'm… I'm nervous…” You confessed, letting yourself be caressed in that private area, letting her fingers run through your folds over your underwear. Marilyn laughed sinisterly and slipped her hand out of your skirt, cupping your face with her hands.

“Don't be nervous, my silly girl… Mommy will take good care of you, I promise.”

You were somewhat confused by those words, but desire began to invade your thoughts and you could just nod. The redhead smiled and ran a hand over your chest, enjoying every inch of your skin.

“Let me look at you, honey, I want to see your beautiful body,” she told you. You looked at her confused. You were so clumsy, so innocent. But that would end soon. Marilyn laughed amused to see you so lost. “The shirt, (Y/N), take off your shirt.”

“But… But, what if someone comes?” You asked, looking towards the door. Marilyn grunted unpleasantly and went over there, locking the door.

“No one is coming, (Y/N), now be a good girl and take off your shirt… Come on, don't make mommy angry…”

You swallowed and nervously took your hands to the buttons of your clothes, slowly undoing them, feeling how a current of cold air slipped into your body. Marilyn devoured you with her gaze, caressing the skin that was exposed, biting her lips. You were a trembling mess, but little by little the situation overwhelmed you, and there was little of the shy (Y/N) left.

“That's it… how beautiful girl you are, honey…” She hissed, coming closer and kissing your neck. That made you smile and you finally managed to relax a bit.

Marilyn finished removing your shirt, and also your bra. When you wanted to realize it, your chest was bare and her hands grabbed your breasts while the gasps began to fill the classroom. Your gasps

“So beautiful… Such a dumb girl for mommy…” The redhead whispered, taking you by the legs and sitting you down on the wooden table.

“Marilyn…” You sighed, making her stop. Her hand trailed up your leg, and, though she had touched you before, an irrational fear gripped you. “Please… Just, just be, be nice to me…” You begged. She looked at you curiously and smiled with a disturbing tenderness.

“Of course, my love... I'll be nice to my good girl... Mommy's going to take good care of you...” She said, amused, pulling your skirt until it disappeared trough your ankles.

You nodded, while her hand continued its way between your legs. Her fingers were skilled, they knew where to touch you even if you were still wearing your panties. You couldn't suppress a moan, which clearly made the redhead smile, enjoying how sensitive you were.

“I, I like it…” You said panting, clenching your fists. She laughed in amusement, pulling away from you a bit and taking off her own clothes.

“Do you like it? Well, of course you like it... My silly girl... “ She said, amused, lowering her skirt. You couldn't stop looking. Many times you imagined what was under her clothes, under her skirt. But you wouldn't have to, now you had her in front of you, naked, but at the same time unreachable, since you reached out an arm to touch her, but she slapped you, clicking her tongue.

“You don’t have to hurry, baby…” she said to you, grabbing your hair tightly, making you hiss in pain and pleasure. “Mommy is going to take care of you first … You are so needy...”

You nodded and she released you, pressing her body against yours as she made your underwear disappear. You were completely exposed, helpless, aroused…

“You're so wet… You say it's your first time? It's hard for me to believe it, (Y/N)…” She whispered, touching you now, running her fingers through your slippery folds.

You nodded, closing your eyes as her fingers rubbed your clit in circles. You had never thought that moaning was so easy, something that was done involuntarily. You were a shy girl, you would never believe that you were moaning with pleasure without any embarrassment, making sounds that were impossible for you just a few hours ago.

“Please…” You said without thinking. You knew what you were asking for, but you didn't think you were really doing it. It was a strange impulse, an unbearable desire.

“What do you want, sweetie? Tell me…” She said, caressing your entrance, but playing, not giving you what you wanted. You would have to tell her, lose your shyness, say out loud something you wanted for a long time.

“Please… Do it, please…” You begged, while your body trembled at her touch. Your hips moved to have more contact, to try to make those games in your entrance stop being just games.

“What? Please, (Y/N), speak clearly, be a good girl and tell mommy what do you want…” She whispered darkly, impatient.

“Fuck me, mommy!” You screamed, unable to control your instincts, your desire, your desire for her to enter you.

“That's the way I like it, honey…” Marilyn said, satisfied, slowly introducing two fingers inside of you. “Oh, yes, you are a virgin… You are so tight.”

You nodded, moaning at that new sensation. You were a virgin, but not a nun, you had enjoyed your own touch several times, but now it was she who entered you, not your fingers imagining her, not a fleeting illusion.

“You're so good…” Marilyn hissed, moving her fingers slowly. “My favorite student...”

Those unexpected compliments only increased your pleasure. That sweet tone of voice that she used to have came at an inappropriate time for it, but she knew it. Marilyn seemed to know you better than you did yourself, she knew what you needed at all time. Her speed increased at the same rate as your moans did.

You felt how her fingers glided easily and you leaned your head back while her other hand caressed your breasts, your belly, all your bare skin set on fire by her touch, by her whispers, by her tender caresses.

“My precious girl, my little and shy, (Y/N), look at me, I want to see your face when I make love to you, I want to see you melting with pleasure…” She told you, gently slapping you on your breast when you didn't obey. “Look at me!”

You widened your eyes, trying to control all the pleasure you felt. You were a newbie and you couldn't cope with all those new sensations. The cramps were not long in coming, but before you could release all the tension you had built up, she withdrew her fingers, bringing them to her mouth.

“You've done it very well, (Y/N)…” She said, pulling you away a bit. “But don't forget that you are my favorite student, mommy's favorite.”

“But, but...” You said, completely confused, noticing how your walls contracted due to the lack of her fingers.

“Shhh…” Marilyn interrupted you, putting a finger on your lips. “Shut up, my love… Mommy's favorite girls deserve something special…”

Saying that and not letting you protest, she went to her bag and what she took out of it made you shudder. A strap on not very large, but it made you shrink.

“That... That...” You said stammering, crossing your legs involuntarily as she put on the accessory, looking at you amused.

“Oh, are you afraid?” She said mockingly, approaching you, moving her hips exaggeratedly. The vision you had in front of you was so exciting and at the same time so disturbing that your body only asked you for more, only asked you to her to use that with you. You couldn't believe something like that would turn you on so much, but it did, and she knew it.

“I don't know if I can… I…” You said, shaking your head, trying not to stare at that silicone item.

“Of course you can. You're mommy's good girl, remember? Don't worry, I'll make it easy for you. Spread your legs, honey.”

You shook your head instinctively. The redhead didn't like that, and she pounced on you, pulling your hair, making you scream in pain.

“Don't you trust me?” She asked with a dark voice. You nodded, closing your eyes. “Okay, then spread your legs, baby, don't make me have to repeat it to you.”

You had no other choice. You parted your trembling legs, wet with your desire, exposing yourself completely. You expected her to have no mercy. You thought she would penetrate you unceremoniously, but none of that happened.

Marilyn reached down, grabbing your legs and keeping them apart. Little by little she was giving small kisses to your thighs. Your breath hitched as her mouth moved ever closer to her target. You didn't expect that, but you decided to stop worrying about nonsense, and enjoy the moment.

Marilyn kissed your center, she ran her tongue along your folds, sucked on your clit in a soft, almost romantic way.

“Your taste is so good, honey…” She whispered, continuing to move her tongue up and down.

The moans returned. It was something totally new to you, and something that exceeded your own limits of pleasure. You had to fight yourself not to grab her head and push it against your body. You didn't want that feeling to stop, for those kisses to stop sending a thousand sensations to your body. The cramps returned and you finally believed that she would not stop, that she would let you free yourself.

“I'm close…” You sighed, to let her know that you didn't want her to stop. To your dismay, she stopped again, leaving you again at the gates of orgasm. Your body was already almost sore from so much tension and you let out a piteous moan, which only made her laugh as she stood up and leaned into you, kissing you deeply.

You could taste yourself and it made you moan, shift on the table, become another quivering, needy mess.

“Now it'll be easier, honey… Turn around, come on,” she said in your ear, pulling you down from the desk. You let yourself go, but you still had doubts. You knew what was coming and although you wanted it, you couldn't help but feel a certain fear.

“Marilyn…” You sighed, trying to express many things with your gaze, which logically, the redhead couldn't interpret.

“I said turn around,” she snapped, grabbing your shoulders and turning until your belly hit the wood. “That's it, good girl… Now lean.”

You had no choice but to obey, helped by her hand on your head, which also ended up leaning against the desk.

Marilyn backed away, reaching into her bag for something while you stood exposed, with your back to her, unable to see what she was doing.

“Ah!” You yelled when you felt something cold between your legs, something that the redhead extended with her fingers. You looked up to see what was going on, but she looked down again, laughing in amusement.

“Calm down, honey, this is just to make it easier... I don't want to hurt my precious girl...” She told you, spreading that strange liquid around your entrance, and inside you. “Now stay still, be good to mommy...”

You nodded, though you doubted she'd seen you.

After a few more caresses, she approached you, making you notice how that object rubbed against your folds. It was strange, but surprisingly pleasant. Marilyn moved it along your center, while with the other hand, she caressed your buttocks.

“Such a perfect body, so beautiful…” The redhead whispered to herself, scratching your skin while the silicone penis was placed at your entrance. “Are you ready, baby?”

You nodded, closing your eyes and moving your hips.

“I didn't hear you,” Marilyn whispered, slowly introducing the tip inside of you.

“Yeah! Please, mommy!” You yelled, shaking your body.

“Good girl…” the redhead sighed, introducing herself more and more.

At first it was an unpleasant feeling. It hurt, you felt pins and needles in your center, something you knew would happen and the reason you were afraid.

“Mommy… It hurts,” you said, clenching your fists and eyes tightly, getting used to the intruder. Marilyn stroked your back tenderly, making soothing sounds as her hips moved slowly.

“Shh, calm down, honey, I know it hurts. Mommy is being as nice as she can to her precious little girl. Just hold on a little, do it for me… Will you?”

“Yeah…” You hissed, enduring the pain. At that moment you realized what you needed, what you wanted with rage. It was a dream come true, and now you couldn't back down, you shouldn't, you had to hold on.

As if your body had heard your thoughts, the pain gradually disappeared and a wave of overwhelming pleasure made you tremble and open your eyes.

“Do you feel better now?” Marilyn asked, brushing the hair off your back.

“Yeah…” You sighed, shifting pathetically, desperate for her to continue.

“Okay,” she said laughing, grabbing your hips. “Now I'm going to move a little faster, okay?”

You nodded and groaned as she did, feeling your body stretch, conforming to the intruder in an almost overwhelming way. Your hips moved as Marilyn wanted, she was the one driving you, from the beginning of that night.

“Fuck…” You said, unable to avoid speaking that way. The pleasure you felt was corrupting you, turning you into something you were not.

“Don't talk like that, honey, mommy doesn't like good girls to say those words…” She told you abruptly, giving you a soft smack on your ass while she moved rhythmically inside you.

“I'm sorry,” you said between gasps, trying to match your movements with hers, creating a pleasant and comfortable rhythm.

“Oh, my love... You take it so well... It moves so well inside you... When I think about the time I've lost without doing that to you... The nights I've touched myself thinking about having you like this...”

She was rambling, you could tell by the suddenness of her words. You didn't want to think about Marilyn touching herself. That would make the urge to cum too close again.

It was too late for that. The tremors in your legs and the heat accumulated in your center made you go crazy, to beg to be released.

“Mommy, please, I need to cum…” You said with a broken voice. “Please.”

“Do you want to cum? Oh honey, you don't have enough time... But it's okay, do it honey, do it for mommy, but on one condition.”

You smiled, letting your pleasure wash over you.

“Which one?” You asked, hitting the table due to her strong thrusts.

“Don't shut up, I want to hear you scream,” she whispered into your ear, before moving again.

You agreed and finally, you felt what you wanted so much, that you did not know beyond your fantasy nights. An intense, strong orgasm, the best of your life, the first real one of your life.

Your hips bucked and she pressed herself hard against your body, moaning along with you, filling that lonely room of gut-wrenching screams.

“My love… What a good girl you have been… My poor silly girl…” Marilyn said, catching her breath and getting out of you, taking off her strap on.

You turned around, stunned by what just happened, and kissed her without warning. Holding her tightly, expressing all the love you felt.

“Hey, hey, what are you doing?” She said, shaking her head and stopping your kisses. You felt a stab in the heart. “We're not done yet. Get on your knees.”

“But…” You sighed.

“On your knees, sweetie,” she said, more softly. You obeyed and felt the cold wooden floor on your legs. She came closer, caressing herself and gesturing for you to come closer.

“Come here, make mommy happy…” She said, pulling your hair until your face was aligned with her center. You were paralyzed, It was one thing to let things be done to you, but something very different was to do things. You didn't know how to do anything, you were an innocent girl (now not so innocent), and you didn’t know what you had to do to please her. She laughed in amusement, grabbing your chin so you would look into her eyes.

“Come on, don't be shy…” Marilyn said, pushing your face into her body.

“I don't know what to do…” You said, on the verge of tears. Marilyn pushed you away and pouted at you.

“Oh, poor silly girl. Don't worry honey, I'm here to help you.”

With a few small prompts and some brusque demands, you managed to make her explode with pleasure too. You simply kissed, sucked where she told you. She did the rest, knowing that you wouldn't dare to play with her like she did with you.

“Get up,” she told you, once she got her breath back. “Get dressed,” she said dryly, kissing you briefly on the lips.

You expected something else. I love you, a hug, a better kiss. But there was none of that. Marilyn just started getting dressed without even looking at you.

You put on your clothes in silence, thinking about what had happened and what hadn't. It could seem that you were a girl thirsty for sex, that all she wanted was for her teacher to take her, to do with her what she wanted. But it wasn't like that.

You loved her, you were in love with her. Sex for you was totally secondary (most of the time). You didn't want to be a passing lover, a one-night stand, a toy with no feelings.

But Marilyn's attitude told you that was precisely what you were. Your whole world came down from the cloud in which it was from the first kiss and stepped on reality abruptly, painfully.

You went to your desk and in silence, you collected your stuff, putting them in the backpack. You tried not to show it, you tried so hard not to cry, but to no avail.

You sobbed as the tears fell to the floor. This caught the attention of the redhead, who turned and looked at you with her mouth open.

“(Y/N), are you crying?” She asked approaching you slowly.

“No…” You lied sobbing, putting the backpack on top of the desk.

“Oh, but why are you crying?” She asked again, grabbing your shoulders, stopping you from running out of that class. “Honey, have I done something you didn't want to do?” Have I gone too far with you?”

You shook your head, freeing yourself from her grip and putting the backpack on your shoulders. She was faster than you, grabbing your wrist and preventing your escape again.

“(Y/N), talk to me, tell me what I did wrong... I... I thought it was what you wanted... Please tell me that you too, that I haven't abused you...” She said, grabbing your face with her hands. You shook your head as the tears continued to fall down your cheeks.

“It's not that…” You hiccuped, letting all your crying out uncontrollably. Marilyn looked at you scared and wiped away your tears.

“Then what is it?” She asked worriedly.

“It's... It's just that... I thought... I thought that... Well...” You said sobbing. Marilyn grabbed your hands and sat in the chair, looking at you.

“Come on, honey, talk to me, tell me what you feel...” She told you tenderly, with a voice very different from the one she had before.

“It's just that you already have what you wanted and I’m not,” you confessed, far from wanting to repress your feelings.

“What did you want? What are you talking about? Please, darling, tell me what do you want,�� she said, with a sad, guilty look.

“I love you, Marilyn… I’m, I’m in love with you and now that I have finally had something with you I feel… I feel that you don’t love me, that you have only used me, that this will not happen again,” you said burying your face between your hands.

Marilyn pushed them away and caressed your cheek.

“I know that sometimes I'm a bit… blunt… But that doesn't mean that I don't feel anything for you, my love…” She whispered, forcing you to look into her eyes. “Honey, you are a wonderful girl, my favorite student, remember?”

“You say that because of what has happened…” You said, refusing to believe her words.

“No, no, baby…” She said, trying hard for you to believe her. “It was not my intention to intimidate you, nor to make you feel like a doll. I only pretended to love you, and I don't want to stop doing it. (Y/N), I love you, and I don't want you to think I'm using you.”

You opened your eyes and stopped crying, looking at her suspiciously.

“You… Do you love me?” You asked with an innocent voice. She smiled tenderly and stood up, nodding and pulling you into a soft hug.

You still doubted her, but you hugged her back, pressing her body hard against yours, crying into her shoulder. That was much more like what you wanted.

“Shhh, don't cry anymore, my love... Didn't you like what we've done?”

“Yes, I liked it Marilyn, it was the best thing that ever happened to me…” You confessed, letting yourself be comforting. “But I don't want to be a one-night stand… Please… I want, I want to be with you…”

“Is what you want? A relationship?” She asked, pushing you away a bit.

You nodded, feeling how little by little you calmed down.

“Okay, honey… But we have to be careful, if someone finds out…” Marilyn said. Unexpectedly, you suffered a laughter attack. “What is so funny?”

“It's funny you'd say that considering what we just did,” you said, truly smiling for the first time.

She laughed too, kissing you softly between giggles.

“This time I had the situation under control, but we must be careful, that's all I ask of you, do you agree?”

You agreed, hugging her again, closing your eyes and enjoying her caresses.

“Yeah…”

“And don't skip my class anymore,” she said amused. You smiled again, feeling safe in her arms.

#marilyn thornhill #marilyn thornhill x reader #wednesday #ms thornhill #oneshot #smut

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That I may be weak with you

"Do you love me enough that I may be weak with you? Everyone loves strength, but do you love me for my weakness? That is the real test." - Alain de Botton Dorothea Delilah Darcy is a woman in her mid to late twenties, struggling to find her place in the world. A recent job opportunity as a guidance counsellor at Nevermore Academy seems like a godsend, and she could not miss it for the life of her. Still, perhaps more problems will arise than she expected. Between bubbly, extroverted students and an uncharacteristically reactive principal, she'll be forced to overcome the limitations of her abilities or separate herself entirely from the place she'll grow to call home.

Author's note: this is... something that I'm willing to share at the moment. I hope you like it, it certainly is more of an indulgence on my part than anything else. This and Honey, You're a Keeper are what's keeping me sane lately (although more fantasizing about both the stories than writing them)

Chapter One

"There are times when I am convinced I am unfit for any human relationship" — Franz Kafka

You never thought you would someday get the chance to go to Nevermore. Being home-schooled was very common for kids in your community, and the boarding high school experience seemed to you like one of those unachievable dreams you only read about in the countless novels in your library.

You ended up not going, of course. At least not as a student. Now you approached the Nevermore gates in a car driven by a charming middle-aged man responsible for maintaining the campus surroundings nifty and, apparently, chauffeuring new professors.

A soft drizzle cast everything in a foggish autumnal setting. The term would begin in a week, so true autumn wasn't very far away, but the contrast with your parents' house was welcomed; it reminded you of Belfast, only warmer and sealess.

"What do you think, Ser Barnabas?" you petted the dark-grey tabby in your lap, "Will they be able to help us?"

"What was that, Miss?" the driver asked amicably.

"Oh! Nothing, Mr Duch, sorry to disturb you."

"Nonsense, girl, you've been nothing but nice the entire trip," he turned the car left and you saw the castle beyond the trees "We're here."

Nevermore Academy was a castle-like boarding school for teenage outcasts to learn how to control and develop their powers as well as a myriad of other subjects. You would do something along those lines, you would help them with their troubles. As it appears, their count had gone up considerably since last semester.

The building itself was a gorgeous piece of architecture. You remembered studying similar structures while going over the Gothic movement in college almost seven years ago but looking at pictures was never the same as visiting a cathedral. It certainly was not the same as stepping out of the car to a fairy-tale courtyard and mystical-looking archways. The grandiosity of the place brought you the nostalgia of reading The Secret Garden for the first time; childish curiosity meets fantastical hidden marvel.

"Everything was strange and silent and she seemed to be hundreds of miles away from anyone..."

"But somehow she did not feel lonely at all," someone interrupted your mumbling in a soft, amicable tone.

A tall blond approached you by the car, dressed in a long-sleeved, cream-coloured dress. She was easily a foot taller than you and quite intimidating, but contrary to her height, her warm blue eyes only invited you in. You felt a surge of emotion in your chest and slightly panicked at the thought of having an episode then and there, and out of nowhere too. You were certain no one was touching you, and you knew none of the people around you personally.

"Are you all right?" the beautiful woman asked, and a small crease appeared between her brows. She went to touch your arm, but you quickly composed yourself and stepped away to deposit Ser Barnabas on the ground.

"I'm quite all right, yes!" you tried to smile, "I was only surprised you knew Ms Hogson's words."

"Hardly an uncommon read," Ser Barnabas went to her and walked between her legs, rubbing on her quite uncharacteristically.

"But you knew them exactly, Pride and Prejudice is not an uncommon read and yet most people won't be able to quote it if asked."

"Quite the debater, I see, but you do have a point," she arched one perfectly designed eyebrow at you "Pleasure to meet you, Miss Darcy, I'm Larissa Weems, the principal of Nevermore Academy," she held her hand out to you and of course you were being unnecessarily prickly to the one person that could fire you and send you away at any time.

"Oh, my, I'm so sorry!" you hastily recovered from your previous scare, putting on a well-practised mask of serenity, "We only talked through e-mails so I'm afraid I didn't recognize you," you took her hand confidently "I didn't realise you would be meeting me quite so soon."

"I prefer to give the tour myself to any new staff member. I believe it to be a good bonding opportunity," she smiled easily. She was so effortlessly gracious, you had to admit leadership suited her like her obviously tailored dress.

You tugged on your glove ends to distract yourself from her overwhelming warmth and turned to look at the kind gentleman that brought you there, "Mr Duch, could you open the truck for me? I'd like to bring my things along to save time."

"Oh, don't worry, darling. I'll ask some of the staff to do that for you. You can go, Mr Duch, and have a rest before getting back to work, I believe Philomena made hot chocolate about half an hour ago and there still might have some."

"Thank you, principal, have a good day," the man left through a side pathway and quickly was out of view beyond the archways.

You were left with the imposing figure, and there wasn't much you could do aside from accompanying her. Somehow, she made you more nervous than you anticipated. Meeting new people was always a complicated ordeal, but with Principal Weems the hairs on your arms seemed more charged than usual as if her energy already knew you, which was impossible.

Ser Barnabas, the traitor, was nowhere to be seen. After nuzzling her ankles, he just skipped away to explore. You were relieved she didn't seem to realize or mind your cat's affections, after all, pets could not be prohibited but it didn't mean other co-workers or your boss had to like yours.

"I'll show you your private accommodations and we'll have a look around the school. Your office is near the astronomy tower, just before the Desdemona Hall communal area."

Your rooms consisted of a large bedroom and office area with an adjoining bathroom equipped with a bathtub and separate shower space. It was similar to what your last place of employment offered, but the stone walls and gothic feel were an entirely different level of appeal.

The principal showed you the dining area, the quad — which was a pentagon — the teacher's breakroom and your own classroom. The rest she said you'd be quickly acquainted with during the next few weeks. She explained some basic rules of the academy and advised you to be cautious of students trying to trick you into giving them a Jericho pass, especially Ophelia Hall girls. You found it all quite simple to understand, but that was only when you could actually concentrate on what the woman was telling you and not the movement of her lips forming words.

She had a very articulate way of expressing herself, something expected from someone in such a position of power, but it was understandably charming accompanied by her melodic accent, low voice and powerful stance. She commanded discipline by simply being.

"I hope to see you very soon, Miss Darcy," the woman concluded with a winning smile, "Dinner is served at seven-thirty, as I already told you. If you would like to dine out, please notify Mr Duch before five and transportation back is on you," she nodded one final time before turning on her heels and walking down the corridor.

You surveyed your office once more. Now that you were alone, a sense of calm finally made its way to your bones. Being near other people wasn't unpleasant most of the time, but the principal seemed to have a particularly powerful presence and keeping yourself in check all the time while paying attention to her was exhausting. Not that you paid all that much attention to her, instead just ogling like a creep.

Your files were already organized in the first drawer of your desk; all the documents you sent through e-mails to the school board were printed and put together in a leather cover binder. Very aesthetically pleasing and organized. You loved whoever did that for taking their time to sort through everything so carefully.

Leaving the office behind, you went back to your rooms for a shower and change of clothes. Ser Barnabas somehow was inside, sleeping atop a suitcase as if he was protecting your belongings.

"Someone had a busy hour," you scratched behind his ear and he stretched, meowing for being woken up.

You unpacked and put your things away in drawers and armoires, leaving Ser Barnabas' teacup by the enormous arched window overlooking the quad for him to hydrate whenever he deemed necessary — sometimes you were convinced he drank mentally because the water would disappear and he would be sleeping in the exact same position as the one before you left — before having a long-awaited shower.

You didn't go to dinner that day, deciding on a series of one-person games of draughts before bed.

#larissa weems #principal weems #larissa weems x reader #principal weems x reader #teacher!reader #soft #wednesday (netflix)#gwendoline christie #comfort fic #which doesn't mean it won't be sad at times #because yk I take comfort crying for fictional characters

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