#if he saw a teacher he would walk backwards really fast

[sadlynotthevoid]

Because of that dream I had (mentioned in this post), I headcanon that og!Cale's only fear that applies to himself are teachers. All his other fears implies other people being the one who suffers, but he's deeply scared of teachers.

He's teacher-phobic like some people are clown-phobic and like some little animals are afraid of humans. (Or I to spiders)

In my mind, that's the actual reason he abandoned his studies. He had a whole conversation prepared to convince his father that he could do self-study and have Ron or Hans test him every some months. He was so ready to have to present a whole list of arguments when he ditched his classes.

Instead, Deruth just agreed to it almost immediately. Cale was so shocked that he forgot to tell him about the self-study part.

A few days later, he heard some people talk about how "the young master's behaviour got worse and worse" and how "he refused to have any education at all". Then they mentioned how Bassen was so dedicated in comparison.

So he decided that this misunderstanding was quite useful and let it be.

Anyways, I headcanon this so strongly that sometimes I forget it's not canon.

Everytime I read a highschool AU where og!Cale is skipping classes, I'm like "yeah, I would do that too if I were him". Then I remember that that's not canon, not even in the fic. He's just keeping with his "trashy" persona.

(Although, if the fic doesn't contradict it, sometimes I keep going with my reason instead).

[cashmoneyyysstuff]

So, that deja vu fic got me thinking.. and what if katsuki has a childhood friend (obvi friends w deku too) where he is always trying to impress her and class 1-a notices or ( if you’d like them older ) the agency notices and starts betting on when he’ll confess to her. turns out, she actually confesses first and everyone is happy (and slightly disappointed… nobody got their money) 😋😋

Also, when i saw the notification “@cashmoneyyysstuff started following you” i have never hit a follow back button so fast 😭🫶

Remember you’re amazing, take care of yourself, drink water, stay safe, and know that you are loved ❤️

WAAAA @itzjustj-1000 this is soo cute ! especially since katsuki being a loser n tryin to impress us instead of just confessing is honestly adorable. ALSO ALSO ur LITERALLY THE SWEETEST !! ur the loveliest it's a given i had to follow u !! i tried to honour ur request as best i could, i hope you like it ! also say it w me yall: WEEWOOO WEEWOOO CHILDHOODFRIENDS TO LOVERS ALEEEEEERRTTT (yall r forcing my hand atp (not that im complaining tho))

fem reader, katsuki is a whipped little loser, katsuki likes getting praised by reader but acts like he doesn't challenge (fails miserably), kaminari n sero are little shits, m*neta (he doesn't say anything creepy don't worry <3) everyone is in their 2nd year in this one. lemme know if i missed something else !

for as long as izuku midoriya could remember, you and kacchan have always been a packaged deal.

deku remembers all the way back in primary school, how kacchan would bend over backwards to impress you, spending his days trying to win your praise like he was collecting it. whether it be showing off how good his reading skills were, or showing off his newly acquired quirk to you at any given chance. (away from the eyes of the teachers, of course)

or even with silly things. like the time he showed you how long he could hold his breath underwater. it didn't matter, as long as he could show it off to you, he would.

deku remembers how pride would fill his childhood friends face, cheeks practically glowing and a smile basically reaching his ears. a simple "woooah, you're so cool kacchan !" had the boastful blonde giddy for the entire day, chest puffed out as he walked ahead of everyone, with you right next to him, of course. (you were the only one worthy enough to stand by his side after all)

and though he spent his time trying to win your praise, he also needed your attention constantly. katsuki constantly demanded your attention. he's the only one who's allowed to sit next to you in class, you're always the one he picks first when it's time to pick teams to play dodgeball. he's your partner for every project and you're the one who walks beside him when you and your friends go venture out in the woods to go out on your adventures. and even though they would usually take place in the park, katsuki always claimed he'd be the one to protect you if anything were to happen.

as kids, deku was probably the only one who noticed how hard katsuki tried to impress you.

and he's probably the only one to notice how he still does it now.

"sooo...kacchan totally has a thing for yn, agreed ?"

"mhm. definitely."

"yup."

"'m suprised you just noticed that now, kaminari...actually i'm not really suprised." jirou drawled, twirling one of her earphone jacks around her finger.

okay, so apparently he isn't the only one who noticed.

kaminari pouts "i noticed ! i noticed, like, ages ago !" he huffs into his folded elbows on the desk " i just wanted to see if you guys did !"

"you'd be stupid to miss it." sero cuts in smoothly. their grouchy homeroom teacher somehow ended up absent, leading to an impromptu free period. which in turn caused for loads of gossip he had somehow gotten roped into. kirishima, kaminari and sero were talking about you and katsuki, happily chatting off about something they couldn't hear from where they were sitting.

"maaaannn, bakugou's way too lucky, scoring such a pretty girl. what's he got that i don't ?!" kaminari whines. kirishima shushes him lightly, afraid to rouse the attention of a certain blonde they just so happened to be talking about

"now that i think about it.." sero wondered, leaning onto kirishima's shoulder "midoriya, you guys are childhood friends, right ? have they always been..." he cuts himself off, pointing over at you both with his chin for midoriya to look back. ".. like that ?"

you're chatting about something that's apparently funny or exciting, with katsuki listening along attentively, his head resting in his palm like he's admiring you. his full focus entirely on you, as it usually was.

you're using your hands a lot while you're talking and deku recognizes it as the thing you do when you've gotten to the juicy part of the conversation, deku almost wishes he could listen in, then remembers it's not good to be nosy and shakes the thought away. every once in a while katsuki interjects with a subtle smirk on his face and his remarks have you either giggling or playfully pouting at him unable to hide your smile. the playfulness in his heavy lidded red eyes remains at any reaction you give him, though. kacchan's worked on his poker face over the years but it seems he can't control himself when it comes to you.

izuku realizes he's been openly staring for too long and quickly turns back to look at sero who raises an eyebrow, awaiting a response.

izuku chuckles to himself "yeah, pretty much." he hums, playing around with the ends of his tie as he speaks.

"oooouu~" kaminari sings, suddenly lifting his head up from where it was hidden into his shoulder with a sudden burst of energy, startling kirishima. "juicy details about kacchan, i'm in !"

"i don't know if it's exactly 'juicy'" izuku sweatdropped, chuckling awkwardly. "but kacchan and yn have always been really close. when we were younger, kacchan would always be seeking out yn's attention. he'd be really possesive..or protective over her, i guess ?—it was all pretty harmless though." he recounted, smiling softly at his childhood memories nostalgically pouring into his mind.

both kirishima and sero let out quiet hums when he finishes while denki simply pouts "s'not as juicy as i thought it would be" he huffs petulantly, receiving a knock on his head from jirou who hisses a "he told you that, idiot"

kirishima places his head into the palm of his hands and sighs dreamingly "man, that's so cute. bakugou's been a major softie for yn for so long.." he clenches his fist and izuku thinks he sees a little tear in his eye "so manly !" he exclaims through his sharp teeth.

"yeah, i don't know if 'manly' is the word i'd use to describe someone who's been whipped for so long and still doesn't have the balls to confess" sero ribbed, snickering to himself with denki joining in shortly after.

"hey, don't be assholes !" jirou shot "i think it's kinda cute y'know ? not really..manly..but—cute." she said.

"how much you wanna bet he's not gonna confess until graduation?" kaminari challenged.

"wouldn't put it past 'im." a voice suddenly chimes in. the five of them all turn their heads left, right then down at the voice that came from none other than mineta, who had somehow wormed his way into the conversation.

"and what the hell do you think you're doing sneaking into our conversation, freak" jirou sneers, glaring down at mineta who had already dragged his chair over, including himself into the group.

mineta decides to ignore jirou as he places his arms onto the desk seriously like he's imitating some type of mafia don. " bakugou's never gonna confess any time soon, he's too much of a pussy" he waves off nonchalantly "i bet he won't even have done it by the time we've finished school ! "

" and i bet you wouldn't say that to his face !" kaminari guffaws and the purple haired boy sputters. izuku can't hold back his grin as he watches them bicker.

" kacchan's always been pretty..sure of himself" he settles "i don't think it'd take him that long to confess" he guessed, pressing his thumb onto his chin "though maybe the fact that he's so sure of himself could hold him back.."

ah, there he goes again.. the rest of them thought as they watch midoriya babble on and on into theory land.

denki suddenly slams his fists on the desks, startling everyone. he sucks in a breath "alright ! i bet a thousand yen and the entirety of my lunch box that bakugou won't confess by the end of this year !" he exclaims, not too loud but loud enough so everyone in the group could hear him.

"oooouu~ what're we betting on ?" mina chimes in, suddenly appearing behing jirou and in turn startling her. she flashes her a little glare causing the pink haired girl to offer a weak apology and a hug.

"kaminari just bet a thousand yen and his lunch that bakugou won't confess to yn by the end of this year" sero smirked, clearly enjoying the drama

" ou, that sounds fun ! lemme join in too !" the pink skinned girl pleaded giving her best puppy eye and pout combo.

"sure ! just don't come cryin' to me when you lose" kaminari agrees, playfully jabbing at his friend.

"this is so stupid. i'm not betting money on this.."jirou scoffs rubbing at her temple. "c'moooonnn, don't be chicken, jirou ! " denki whines

"mhmm, c'moonn jirou give into peer pressure !" mina joins in, wrapping her arms around the purple haired girl and swaying her side to side.

jirou groans before finally conceding "..five hundred yen. that's all you're getting from me." she concludes sourly crossing her arms.

" i'm gonna go with kaminari's and say his balls won't drop 'till graduation" sero says simply, smirking almost mischieviously at the display of sudden chaos. he looks a little too pleased, izuku sweatdrops.

"i'm not betting on my bro, that's so unmanly." kirishima refused " i say just let them go at their own pace" he finishes, receiving a nasty look from his chaotic classmates.

needless to say kirishima gave in to peer pressure soon after, offering a modest 1,100 yen by this summer for his friend to confess.

"well i stand on what i said, i don't think he has the balls to say it at all. and i put that on all the money in my pockets ! " mineta proudly spoke.

"how much is that, like, one fruit roll-up ?" mina deadpanned, not missing a beat causing the group to erupt in laughter. mineta's objection's falling on deaf ears.

meanwhile, katsuki notices you've stopped talking all of a sudden. it takes him by surprise as you were so into it a minute ago. "what's up ?" he asks. his question snaps you out of your trance and you jump slightly, turning back to look at him "oh , nothing ! they just seem to be having fun " you gasp, a smile crawling up on your face as you look back at your friends having a good time.

katsuki on the other hand has a slight pout forming on his face, displeased at how his loud mouthed friends distracted you from your conversation. and from him he thinks, but that makes him feel like a snot nosed little kid again and his expression turns even more sour.

"tch. the fuck are those losers so loud for" he grumbles under his breath. you catch it though, and you giggle. his eyes brighten and his brows unfurrow the slightest bit when he hears it.

"don't be such a buzzkill katsu, s'not their fault you're no fun." you jest, chuckling to yourself when he scowls at you.

"fuck off ! m'not a buzzkill" he rolls his eyes, huffing indignantly "an' i'm plenty of fun" he finishes grumpily. you laugh a little more, covering your mouth with your hand when you catch a peak of him narrowing his eyes at you making fun of him. he simply rolls his eyes and sighs, shaking his head. he'll let it slide, he always does with you.

"right, right. my apologies, sir dynamight" you chuckle, bowing slightly at him, he huffs out a laugh "that's sir lord explosion murder god dynamight to you" he snorts. you throw your head back and laugh and katsuki feels the same pride he used to feel when he'd found something cool to show you back when you were brats. his stomach feels fuzzy and his head feels clouded the way it used to when you'd offer him your big, bright sparkly eyes and a "you're so cool kacchan !"

god, it never failed to remind him how much of a whipped loser he was for you.

and unfortunately still is.

you scoot your chair a little closer to his and katsuki has to use all of his might not to blush at the sudden proximity, as miniscule as the distance between you both was to begin with.

"well okay then, sir lord explosion murder god dynamight" you say rapidly, laughing to yourself. katsuki let's out a breathy chuckle, it's cute. he's cute. " i'm sure it doesn't mean much, but i at least think you’re plenty fun to be around"

katsuki feels his heart skip a beat too many.

you whisper, like it's a secret. you're in your own little corner while all your classmates are chatting away yet you say this to him like it's something between you and him. batting your eyelashes up at him. god, it's like you're out to kill him and honestly katsuki thinks for a second he wouldn't mind dying by your hand.

he's such a whipped loser.

he can't think straight. you're sitting so close to him, you're lips are glossy from that lip gloss you always have on you. you smell nice, katsuki feels like a creep for smelling you like you aren't a breath away from him.

"yeah, well.." he utters lowly. he licks his lips, feeling himself grow dizzy as he watches you watch the movement intensely and swallows. his adam's apple bobs and he can feel himself blushing like an idiot. " i don't think you're all that bad either" the end of his sentence comes out a little breathy, he barely realizes he's speaking. like his body is deciding for him, he doesn't mind much.

you give him a sweet little smile and your eyes shine like stars and you look up at him like he's everything, like he's the coolest. he wants you to look at him like this all the time.

you suddenly lean in and kiss him, right next to his lips, just at the corner. it lasts for about 0.3 seconds but katsuki feel his entire body exploding from the inside like he's let off his quirk onto himself.

"i take it back actually" you start "you're super cool to be around, kacchan." you whisper bashfully. katsuki huffs out a little laugh once his heart had stabilized itself a little bit, a small smile growing on his face—

" AW MAN? WHAT THE HELL ?!"

you both turn to the sound of your electric classmate, sporting a little pout on his face. proceeding to get dog-piled on by your other classmates surrounding him, causing him to let out whines and moans of complaint.

"i-ignore him !" mina waves off nervously "just keep doin' what you were doin !— i mean, we weren't watching or anything !" she splutters.

"nice one." jirou deadpanned sarcastically, rolling her eyes. "look, we don't mean to pry or anything, but who kissed who first ?"

at that, katsuki's cheeks flare up, turning a damn near violent shade of pink. he's about to yell obscenties at his classmates, about to tell them it's none of their business when-

" i did !" you giggle, a cat-like grin on your face

"you sneaky fuckin minx-" katsuki growls, shoving his index fingers into your sides and you let out a squeal mixed with a giggle. you're quickly drowned out by your classmates releasing a group groan, with sero and kaminari yelling and booing at katsuki, who in turn starts threathing them, his hands crackling and popping.

you don't exactly know what's happening, but you can't help but feel extremely joyful and happy.

"soo.." mineta starts "since i said bakugou wouldn't confess first doesn't that technically mean i-"

" IN YOUR DREAMS ! "

[sirtaehyunsalot]

What’s His Deal? (pt 1)

pairing: Thomas Valles x fem!reader 💀

one-sidedish love, crack if you squint really hard

warnings: cursing, some racist remarks from white fam 🧍‍♀️, my horrible Spanish, lmk what else

word count: 988 💀💀

AN: im so embarrassed lmfao; i know this movie takes place in the 80s but i didn’t center it arnd that 1) bc i don't know shit about the 80s and 2) bc now u can visualize it in any time period you want. And if you’re not white then you can just act like you were adopted by the White family lmao

You reached into your locker and hung up your bag. Just when you were about to close your locker you heard 3 pairs of footsteps running in your direction. By the time you turned around to see what was happening, it was already too late as one of the boys plowed straight into you, causing you to fall backwards into your still open locker, dropping your things all over the floor and twisting your ankle in the process. Some people who witnessed the whole scene unfold were nearly peeing themselves laughing (you probably would have laughed too if it wasn't for the fact that you were the one experiencing this) and others were looking at you in surprise.

Today was your first day at school in McFarland, California. You already hated this place because it was hot, musty, dirty, noisy, and boring. You and your family had to move here after your dad lost his temper at one of his football players at your old school. Now here you were, in a town where almost everyone spoke Spanish, and roosters woke you up at the ass crack of dawn.

One of the running boys had stopped and turned around to see what had happened to you. When he saw you trying to get out of your locker he turned back around to push the guy that had bulldozed you into the locker.

“Look what you did, ese! Didn’t even bother to apologize” He exclaimed before walking towards you. “Here, lemme help you,” He pulled you up from your locker, closed the door, and started helping you pick up your things.

“Gracias,” You blurted out. You had no idea why you said “thank you” in Spanish, you already knew full well that he spoke English.

“You’re welcome,” He answered with a smile before walking away.

You thought that boy was kinda cute. But you knew a little bit better than to fall head over heels for a dude you had just met and didn't even know the name of just based on looks alone, but you still couldn't get your mind off of that boy. You thought about him so much that during first period you almost didn't hear the teacher telling you to introduce yourself as the new girl in class, which led to you standing in front of the classroom in silence for a good 10 seconds before you realized what you were supposed to be doing. You thought about him in class, at lunch, while you were waiting for your dad to pick you up from school, and even during the ride home.

“Hellooooo, (nameeee), earth to (nameeee),” your little sister Jamie called out to you from the backseat of your dad’s car.

“What do you want?” You sighed, slightly annoyed that she had interrupted your daydreaming session.

“Who’s that dude?”

“Why would I know anyone in McFarland? We’ve only been here for like 3 days”

“Because he’s really fast!”

You finally looked out of the window to see what this girl was talking about, and what you saw was honestly something out of a superhero movie. The guy that helped you earlier was running. Running as fast as the car you were in!

“But we’re going-” -you pause to check the speedometer- “12 miles an hour-! And he’s able to catch up to the car??”

“Like I said, really fast!”

“Oh, I know him! That’s Thomas Valles, he’s the one that gave me a tour around the school today,” said your other sister Julie, around the same age as you.

“Thomas?” you became flustered at the mention of his name.

“OOOO! (Name) likes him!! Dad!! Get closer, get closer! (Name) wants to be closer to her crush!!” Jamie screamed

“SHUT UP JAMIE! I don’t like him, it’s just that he helped me get myself together when I fell ass first into my locker after one of his ‘amigos’ mowed me down while running in the hallway,” you huffed in annoyance as you remembered all the people that were looking and laughing at you.

Unbeknownst to you however, Thomas had stopped running because he noticed your family stalking him and went to stand in front of your car (not the smartest move on his part.)

“Why are you following me, blanco.” he demanded rather than asked when your dad stopped the car.

“Do you know how fast you were going?” your dad questioned.

“What are you a cop?”

Your father was quite taken aback by Thomas’s reaction to this. The guy didn’t even seem fazed by the fact that he was going 12 miles an hour!

“You were running at 12mph, that's pretty fast, Valez,” your dad quipped

Thomas chose to ignore the fact that Mr. White had butchered his name. “Well I obviously don’t have a car, right?”

“Can I give you a ride..?”

“No, but you can stop following me.” Thomas replied before he turned around and continued running off to wherever he was going.

“What’s his deal?” Julie scoffed at the whole interaction. “We were only trying to be nice to him, is this how everyone acts in McFarland?”

“I know right?” Jamie agreed.

“In his defense, I think I would be pretty creeped out too if I was a Mexican boy being chased by a van full of random white people,” you half-joked.

Your family let out a loud laugh at your little joke and moved on to other topics soon after. Although, you on the other hand, were still thinking about Thomas for the rest of the way home. And during dinner. And while you were watching TV. And before bed. And even when you were in bed he still managed to creep back into your thoughts. You were also thinking about the question Julie asked during the ride home. “What’s his deal?” What was Thomas Valles’s deal? You had no idea, but you immediately knew that you wanted to find out.

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This was wild 💀 lmao pt 2 will be coming soon shoot me an ask if you want to be in my taglist

[hugsandchaos]

Flying Lesson

J carelessly tossed a broken shard of scrap behind her, nearly hitting N in the head with it. The male yelped and flinched away from it, glancing between the shard and J.”If you screw up again, you might as well jump off a bridge.” She said while rolling her eyes. She had just berated him for he asked what exactly he’s done wrong so he could improve, but since there wasn’t actually anything that needed a lot of improvement but his attitude towards his teammates, she decided to make up the excuse that him asking was in itself a stupid decision.

“I’m really sorry, I wo--“N suddenly gasped and smiled widely. Without thinking, he lunged towards J and grabbed her by the shoulders.”J, you’re a genius!!” He exclaimed. Before the confused leader could get a word in, he turned heel and sprinted outside. As what just happened processed in J’s mind, she quickly realized what he might mean by that and sighed.”Great.” She mumbled exasperatedly, turning around to go think of what to do (and definitely not cuddle with V).

If she had watched for just one more second, she would’ve seen N open his wing compartment and take off.

“Are you sure this is a good idea?” Uzi asked. She took a step closer to the edge of the bridge and immediately broke the one universal rule when it comes to heights; Never look down.

The realization of how high she really was and how easy it would be to slip and fall to her death made her feel like two hands were wrapping around her throat. She gasped and jumped back, but was caught by an arm behind her. Uzi whipped her head to see N giving her that same comforting smile that he gave her during the free fall. She couldn’t quite describe it, but immediately she felt like she was going to be okay, no matter what happens next.”Don’t worry! The snow down below is more than enough to catch your hypothetical fall.” N reassured her.

Uzi took a quick deep breath, then looked back at the edge.“I want to do it, but at the same time... I’m really...” She started trailing off, not exactly wanting to embarrass herself by admitting that she was scared, even though she was really starting to trust N enough to let her guard down. It felt like she was hesitant to trust him, and at the same time, she knew as a fact that he wouldn’t let anything bad happen to her. It was as if trusting him with her life was easier than trusting him with her emotions, and she secretly felt guilty about it.

Or was she not trusting herself not to judge her fears?

“Scared?” N guessed, moving his arm to place a comforting hand on her shoulder.

“Bite me! I’m not scared!” Uzi snapped. N didn’t jump back or retract his hand, already knowing she just said that as a reaction.“I’m just... Okay, yeah, I’m scared.” She finally confessed, both to N and to herself. N smiled at her and moved in front of her.

“I know. I was really scared my first time, too. And you know I wouldn’t push you into doing something you really don’t want to do.” He started walking backwards, getting closer to the edge with each step. Despite knowing he could fly, Uzi couldn’t help but feel more and more worried with each step.”But you’ll never learn to fly without taking the first leap, and with me as your teacher, you’ll be alright.”

And with the last step, he was falling.

Uzi made a short dash to the ledge and looked down, but instead of seeing the terrifying heights, she saw N. He was now flying in place at least a few meters below with his arms outstretched and an encouraging smile on his face.”I’ll catch you if you fall!” He yelled over the loud wind. Uzi took a deep breath and opened her own wings.”I can’t believe I’m taking a leap of faith like those anime characters.” She mumbled before jumping.

For a second, her mind flashed back to the fall and she screamed. Her wings flew open in attempt to catch herself as she fell fast towards N’s arms, but her wings caught enough wind to slow her descent to somewhat of a stop. She began flapping her wings, which kind of felt like a pair of big, webbed hands with only a few fingers, and soon gained enough altitude to have some small sense of control. She still felt incredibly uneasy and out of control, but the flapping kept her up and she was in the right position.

It was scary, but it was a start.

N glided calmly underneath her with his body upside down and his arms ready to reach out and catch her if needed. Right now, though, it seemed more like something that would be appreciated than necessary.”There we go! You got it!” He cheered. When Uzi felt herself falling a bit, she gasped and began flapping again so she would be brought back to her original height. She kept her gaze on what was in front of her incase something suddenly showed up and tried to calm her racing mind with deep breaths.

Uzi felt a lot like this during the time she wanted to learn to skateboard during her elementary school years.

She was startled when she experienced the feeling of not having both feet on the solid ground and instead standing on something with four wheels near the edges. The way the flimsy board wobbled under her and messed with her balance terrified her. At least she had the floor to jump onto when she had enough. Now, Uzi was putting her faith in her balance again, but this time with a pair of wings and an experienced flyer cheering her on and giving her the encouragement she needed.

Uzi glanced down at N, who gave her a smile and two thumbs up. She was calmer now and smiled a bit, almost shyly.

N flipped back over and flew higher to be more at the same level with her.”You’re doing really great, Uzi!” He cheered. He sounded really excited about her progress already, and Uzi felt her core heat up from his praise.

Sure, it felt good when Thad complimented her and encouraged her- he’s her friend, after all- and Ron’s advice and attention towards her health made her feel seen, but something about hearing it from N was... special.

She felt a sense of pride hearing the support, and that pride turned into determination to keep trying.

Little by little, Uzi began balancing herself more easily and became more confident, but it was starting to become tiring. She had to put a fair bit of strength into her wing beats to keep herself up, and she didn’t exactly have much exercise with them until now. She would need to land in a bit.“Hey, N? How do I land?“ Uzi asked, not really wanting to give away that she was getting tired. He already knew, though. N dipped down and moved underneath her, nudging her abdomen slightly with his head to hopefully hint at what he was doing. Uzi wrapped her arms around N’s shoulders and pulled herself closer so she would be on his shoulders. She couldn’t lay on his back since his wing compartment was there.”Is this good?” N asked. Uzi used both arms and legs to hold on and folded her wings.”Yeah. Yeah, this is good.” She replied, earning a smile from her tall friend.

N slowly began flying higher, lowering the power of his propellers to maintain the steady climb and flapping his metal wings that glistened in the moonlight. Or planet-light. Whatever that ringed object that acted similar to a moon was referred to as.

Uzi has ridden on his shoulders during high-speed flights, but this was much slower. It was a nice and calm pace, and surprisingly just what she needed.

As they ascended to higher altitudes, Uzi could see far and wide across the dense forests surrounding the mines, where the bridge was. The nights were usually plagued with harsh blizzards that could change in barely a second, but there wasn’t a single cloud for miles. The ringed moon in the sky reflected the sunlight, but it was weak enough that N could fly peacefully instead of getting overheated quicker. Still, it’s ethereal white glow dimly lit the forests below and reflected off the snow, making the ground seem brighter than the sky.

Speaking of the sky, it was... beautiful. There was barely any smog before the nuclear winter, as humans had discovered ways to reduce pollution while they work, so any that had been there was probably gone now after two decades. The clear sky gave way to distant galaxies and stars, and it kind of made Uzi realize how big the universe really was. Stars littered space like glitter on a dark sheet of paper and the galaxies kind of looked like giant glowing smoke machines. All those distant exoplanets, all those different ecosystems that are yet to be explored in person, it all made Uzi feel like she could open her wings and fly into unknown space. She wanted to get up close and glide through the drifting stardust.

Of course, that wouldn’t be possible without a legit rocket or something, but even if it was possible, she couldn’t do that until she learned to fly on her own.

She started loosening her grip in her arms and slowly began sitting upright as the fear and anxiety she felt slipped away little by little. She usually sat upright when they flew for fun, so N considered the shift a good sign.

Once they reached a good height, N stopped flapping and simply stayed at that level while still flying over the landscape. It was peaceful.

Up ahead, the first cloud finally appeared over the forest, and it was definitely a storm cloud. By now, though, they would just fly over it with how high up they were, so they weren’t very worried about being knocked out of the sky.

N continued gliding peacefully over the clouds and harsh blizzards below, and the dense forest below was replaced with a sea of clouds. The moon’s light also bounced off the clouds similar to the snow, and oddly made them look like a sort of light blueish color.

After a few more seconds of silence, N finally spoke up.”The cabin’s just up ahead. Do you want to go down there or the colony?” He asked. By now, Uzi was no longer holding on with her arms and just sat on his shoulders. The urge to let herself fall and open her wings to glide over the light blue tinted clouds was growing bigger by the minute.”I want to try again.” She answered, this time sounding a lot more confident.

“Alright. Whenever you’re ready.” N said.

[norwayblogging]

Week 04/09 - 10/09 04th September:

Mushroom Monday!! Today we did a mushroom hike. We started from the school and went into the nearby woods. After some walking we arrived at one of the good spots. The whole group split up and searched for different kinds of edible mushrooms. Spoiler: We got SO MANY! After around an hour of searching, we went a little further to another spot. We searched some more and went further again. We had some lunch halfway the hike and talked with each other. In the afternoon we walked back towards the school and saw some funny sheep along the way. One of them was practically screaming at us, he sounded really angry! In the afternoon I went to the store and got me some pastries. But I like the ones that we have at home back in Belgium more though. In the late evening I started packing my backpack… We’re going on the canoe trip tomorrow!! I’m really excited for this trip but also a little nervous though.

05th September:

Let’s go on a canoe trip!! I put on waterproof clothes so I wouldn’t get too wet in the rain and I would be protected if our canoe tipped over. 😮 First we took the car and drove around an hour and a half to Vigdarvatnet, the lake where our trip took place. We got our canoes off of the trailer and into the water. Then we had to put our luggage in our own canoe in the middle, so the canoe remains stable while paddling. After everything was prepared, we got seated in the canoe and paddled away from the shore. It was quite difficult since I didn’t really know how to steer and paddle in a canoe. We also didn’t get the necessary information to paddle efficiently. We drifted to the campsite where we would set up our hammocks and tarps (shelters) and unloaded our backpacks there. First we had to set up some fishing nets hoping to catch some fish to eat as an extra this evening. Then we came back to the campsite. After setting up our sleeping places, we went back in the canoes and finally learned the basics of canoeing. How to go forward, backwards, sideways, in a straight line and how to turn left and right. Having learned the basics, we played some games. One were we had to throw a ball in another canoe, some sort of tag. And another one where we hung on to each other like a snake. The back of the snake then had to paddle as fast as possible to the front. We went back to the campsite to prepare ourselves some food and sat by the water a bit. Some people were playing football higher up the hill and I watched them for a while. Since it became dark rather quick, we made a campfire and the entire group sat around it. We played the game ‘wherewolves’ a few times. Me and a few others stayed a while longer by the fire while the rest went to sleep.

06th September:

Gooooood morning! I slept like an angel in my hammock! It was a nice first experience and I would like to do it again sometime. We packed up, made some breakfast and readied ourselves. First we were going to drop off our luggage at the same place where we started our trip yesterday. Then we went paddling for a few hours to a calm place where we ate our lunch. After lunch we paddled back to our starting point, carried the canoes back to the trailer and bounded them to the trailer again. There was still some time left so some of us went swimming in the nearby waters. It was SO COLD, but it was very nice. Once dry, we got back in the car and drove to the student housing again. I was pretty tired from the trip but it was a lot of fun.

07th September:

My morning class started in the woods. We went to visit some sort of play/learning ground in the forest where some play devices where installed by parents and teachers from the area. There was also a small cabin, build by parents where the kindergarten kids could hide if it was raining or if the teacher needed to explain/teach something. What did we do here? Get some inspiration! Somewhere in October, we need to build some play devices ourselves for the children of the primary school nearby as an assignment. We are divided into groups and need to think about different kinds of devices that would suit well in the chosen area. Back at the dorms, I ate some lunch, chilled a bit and made myself ready for the evening. The student association organized a quiz again. I was really excited since I really like quizzes.

08th September:

To start this morning, we had some orienteering in the neighbourhood. I teamed up with a dormmate and we used the compass to search for the coordinates written on our paper. It was very sunny and warm today so it was nice to walk outside. We found some blackberries on our way so we picked a few and enjoyed them! Back at the dorms, I dressed myself into something airy and went to the beach volleyball field where some others of our group played some beach volley. I joined in after a while and it was super fun! After playing a bit, some of us went to the nearby fjord to go swimming. I put on my swimsuit and joined the others. Once back, I went to the gym and chilled in my room for the rest of the evening.

09th September:

I went to the store today by bike to get some groceries. On the way back I spotted a small bay full of DUCKS. I had to stop and take some pictures ofcourse, I mean THEY WERE SUNBATHING IT WAS TOO CUTE. I went back to my student housing and called with a friend who’s gonna travel to Norway to go on a personal trip with me, somewhere in October. Flash forward to the night. It’s Party time!!! We predrinked in our kitchen and one of the Norwegians even brought shotglasses and booze. After some cardgames we left to go to the partyhouse behind our dorms. We partied there until around 1h30 at night. Back in our kitchen we talked with some other people and went to bed after a short while.

10th September:

Hungover but actually not. I was for sure fine, some other students experienced headaches. Suddenly around noon, someone asked to go and get Macdonalds. Even though I like Burger King a lot more, I told them I kind of wanted something too. They told me to tag along, so we went to Macdonalds by car and ate there. The two cheeseburgers and milkshake that I got were pretty okay. I enjoyed it a lot! After some time, we went back home and I went to the gym (burning these two burgers down) Later that night, a few students from the dorm made mushroom risotto and I could have a plate too! I chilled in my room afterwards until I heard a knock on my door. Who could this be? I opened and one of the Norwegian girls from the other block told me to tag along with her. I went to their kitchen and saw a tray full of cupcakes. Along with another student, we were the first to choose a cupcake since they liked us the most. I was so honoured!! The cupcakes were delicious too omg.

Week 04/09 - 10/09 04 september:

Paddenstoelenmaandag!!! Vandaag hebben we een paddenstoelenwandeling gemaakt. We begonnen bij de school en gingen het nabijgelegen bos in. Na wat wandelen kwamen we aan bij een van de goede plekken. De hele groep splitste zich op en ging op zoek naar verschillende soorten eetbare paddenstoelen. Spoiler: We hadden er ZO VEEL! Na ongeveer een uur zoeken, gingen we een stukje verder naar een andere plek. We zochten nog wat verder en gingen daarna weer verder. We lunchten halverwege de wandeling en praatten met elkaar. In de middag liepen we terug richting de school en zagen onderweg een paar grappige schapen. Eentje schreeuwde naar ons, hij klonk echt boos! s'Middags ging ik naar de winkel en haalde ik wat koffiekoeken. Maar ik hou meer van de koffiekoeken die we thuis in België hebben. In de late avond begon ik mijn rugzak in te pakken… Morgen gaan we op kanotocht!!! Ik heb er echt zin in, maar ben ook een beetje zenuwachtig.

05 september:

We gaan een kanotocht maken!!! Ik heb waterdichte kleren aangetrokken zodat ik niet te nat zou worden in de regen en ik beschermd zou zijn als onze kano zou omslaan. 😮 Eerst namen we de auto en reden we ongeveer anderhalf uur naar Vigdarvatnet, het meer waar onze tocht plaatsvond. We haalden onze kano's van de aanhangwagen en in het water. Daarna moesten we onze bagage in onze eigen kano in het midden leggen, zodat de kano stabiel bleef tijdens het peddelen. Nadat alles was voorbereid, namen we plaats in de kano en peddelden we weg van de oever. Het was best moeilijk omdat ik niet echt wist hoe ik moest sturen en peddelen in een kano. We kregen ook niet de nodige informatie om efficiënt te peddelen. We dreven naar de kampeerplek waar we onze hangmatten en tarps (een zeil waar je onder kan schuilen) zouden opzetten en laadden daar onze rugzakken uit. Eerst moesten we wat visnetten uitzetten in de hoop wat vis te vangen om vanavond als extraatje op te eten. Daarna kwamen we terug op de kampeerplek. Na het opzetten van onze slaapplaatsen, gingen we terug in de kano's en leerden we eindelijk de basis van het kanoën. Hoe je vooruit, achteruit, zijwaarts, in een rechte lijn peddeld en hoe links en rechts te draaien. Nadat we de basis hadden geleerd, speelden we een aantal spelletjes. Eén waarbij we een bal in een andere kano moesten gooien, een soort tikkertje. En een andere waarbij we als een slang aan elkaar hingen. De achterkant van de slang moest dan zo snel mogelijk naar voren peddelen. We gingen terug naar de kampeerplek om eten klaar te maken en gingen even bij het water zitten. Wat hogerop waren wat mensen aan het voetballen en ik heb ze een tijdje geobserveerd. Omdat het vrij snel donker werd, maakten we een kampvuur en de hele groep zat eromheen. We speelden een paar keer het spel 'weerwolven'. Ik en een paar anderen bleven nog een tijdje bij het vuur zitten terwijl de rest ging slapen.

06 september:

Goeiemorgen! Ik heb geslapen als een engel in mijn hangmat! Het was een leuke eerste ervaring en ik zou het graag nog eens overdoen. We hebben ingepakt, ontbijt gemaakt en ons klaargemaakt. Eerst gingen we onze bagage afgeven op dezelfde plek waar we gisteren onze reis begonnen. Daarna gingen we een paar uur peddelen naar een rustige plek waar we onze lunch aten. Na de lunch peddelden we terug naar ons beginpunt, droegen de kano's terug naar de aanhangwagen en bonden ze er weer aan vast. Er was nog wat tijd over dus sommigen van ons gingen zwemmen in het nabijgelegen water. Het was ZO KOUD, maar het was erg fijn. Eenmaal droog stapten we weer in de auto en reden we naar de studentenhuisvesting. Ik was behoorlijk moe van de reis, maar het was erg leuk.

07 september:

Mijn ochtendles begon in het bos. We gingen naar een soort speel-/leerplaats in het bos waar een aantal speeltoestellen waren geïnstalleerd door ouders en leerkrachten uit de buurt. Er was ook een kleine hut, gebouwd door ouders, waar de kleuters konden schuilen als het regende of als de leerkracht iets moest uitleggen/onderwijzen. Wat hebben we hier gedaan? Inspiratie opdoen! Ergens in oktober moeten we als opdracht zelf speeltoestellen bouwen voor de kinderen van de basisschool in de buurt. We worden in groepjes verdeeld en moeten nadenken over verschillende soorten toestellen die goed zouden passen in de gekozen omgeving. Terug in de slaapzalen at ik wat lunch, chillde wat en maakte me klaar voor de avond. De studentenvereniging organiseerde weer een quiz. Ik was erg enthousiast omdat ik quizzen erg leuk vind.

08 september:

Om te beginnen hebben we vanochtend een oriëntatieloop gedaan in de buurt. Ik werkte samen met een klasgenoot en we gebruikten het kompas om de coördinaten te zoeken die op ons papier stonden. Het was erg zonnig en warm vandaag dus het was fijn om buiten te lopen. We vonden onderweg wat bramen, dus we plukten er een paar en genoten ervan! Terug op kot kleedde ik me aan in iets luchtigs en ging ik naar het beachvolleybalveld waar een paar anderen van onze groep beachvolleybal speelden. Na een tijdje deed ik mee en het was superleuk! Na een tijdje spelen gingen sommigen van ons zwemmen in het nabijgelegen fjord. Ik trok mijn bikini aan en ging met de anderen mee. Eenmaal terug ging ik naar de gym en chillde ik de rest van de avond op mijn kamer.

09 september:

Ik ben vandaag op de fiets naar de winkel gegaan om wat boodschappen te halen. Op de terugweg zag ik een kleine baai vol met EENDJES. Ik moest natuurlijk stoppen om foto's te maken, ik bedoel ze waren aan het zonnebaden, het was te schattig. Ik ging terug naar mijn studentenhuis en belde met een vriend die naar Noorwegen zou gaan voor een persoonlijke reis met mij, ergens in oktober. Flash forward naar de avond. Het is feest!!! We hebben vooraf gedronken in onze keuken en een van de Noren had zelfs borrelglaasjes en drank meegenomen. Na wat kaartspelletjes vertrokken we naar het feesthuis achter ons kot. Daar hebben we gefeest tot ongeveer 1u30 's nachts. Terug in onze keuken praatten we met wat andere mensen en gingen na een korte tijd naar bed.

10 september:

Kater maar eigenlijk ook weer niet. Ik was zeker in orde, sommige andere studenten hadden hoofdpijn. Plotseling vroeg iemand rond de middag om Macdonalds te gaan halen. Hoewel ik Burger King veel lekkerder vind, zei ik dat ik er ook wel zin in had. Ze zeiden dat ik mee moest gaan, dus gingen we met de auto naar Macdonalds en aten daar. De twee cheeseburgers en de milkshake die ik kreeg waren best oké. Ik vond het erg lekker! Na een tijdje gingen we terug naar huis en ging ik naar de gym (om deze twee hamburgers op te branden). Later op de avond maakten een paar studenten van het studentenhuis paddenstoelenrisotto en ik mocht ook een bord! Daarna chillde ik in mijn kamer tot ik geklop op mijn deur hoorde. Wie zou dat zijn? Ik deed open en een van de Noorse meisjes uit het andere blok zei dat ik met haar mee moest gaan. Ik ging naar hun keuken en zag een dienblad vol cupcakes. Samen met een andere student mochten we als eerste een cupcake kiezen omdat ze ons het leukst vonden. Ik voelde me zo vereerd! De cupcakes waren ook heerlijk omg.

[purpleprey]

Chapter 3: Drown the Mirage

I fell back from the bank of the lake in shock. I let out an audible gasp that attracted the attention of Elysium and Cosmic, who came rushing to my side. Elysium began to help me sit up, wondering what was wrong, and I pointed a shaky finger to the water, unable to form the words to describe what I had just seen. Cosmic cautiously walked over to the lake and, in an exact imitation of me, fell back with a gasp. Now I was worried, since I had assumed he'd been here before since he took us here so confidently, but seeing him scared must mean it's bad news!!

"Sorry," he started, standing back up, "that gets me everytime." He laughed awkwardly. Oh.

Next, Elly walked towards the lake. However, she did not fall backward with a gasp, which honestly would have been more appropriate. Instead, she fell forward and into the lake. SHIT! MY LIFELONG FRIEND ELYSIUM FORGING!! I pushed Cosmic Tomorrow off me and scrambled to the water's edge. As terrified as I was that this ‘water’ could be saliva, I decided to dive in and save my lifelong friend Elysium Forging. But as I got into a professional diver’s position, I caught my reflection, which now showed the image of Elly. She wasn't ugly or anything but it was still extremely off-putting.

When I finally overcame my discomfort and dove in, I was met with a horrific sight. There was Elly. Behind her was a ghostly figure, holding my lifelong friend up like a puppet.

"You dick-face!! Let her go!!" I spoke clearly, despite being fully submerged in the thick, thick water. I'd trained for a situation like this.

The dick-face in question did not let Elly go, but merely hissed at me. You know me, I hate violence, but I launched myself at the figure to grab its neck with both hands, and miraculously, despite it looking like nothing more than an apparition, my hands did in fact grab it. So I tried to choke it out, but nothing happened. Next, I tried to punch it, but it hurt my hand more than it hurt the spectre. This frustrated me, since things like this usually worked out for me, but now I was running out of oxygen and I really didn't want the salivary water in my mouth. So, I did the only thing I could think of: I grabbed Elly by the hand and swam strongly to the surface of the saliva pool. As I swam, I looked behind me, only to see the spirit-like thing still holding onto Elly, which didn't seem ideal.

The three of us managed to make it back to shore. I then tackled the spirit back into the lake, leaving Cosmic to resuscitate Elly. Before I crashed back into the lake, I heard Cosmic yell out "YOU!" In an accusatory tone, as if he recognised the spectre, but I had no time to go down that rabbit hole, as I had to defeat the spirit and fast.

The spectre and I slowly sank to the bottom of the lake, hands around each other’s throats, and I noticed that it was somehow breathing in oxygen and I knew what I had to do. I groaned reluctantly and pinched the mirage’s nose closed and with my other hand, grabbed it's face and kissed it firmly on the mouth. Now I wouldn't say it was sexy or anything, since I was simply doing my duty, but…

… It did the job. The spectre flailed violently and I held on as tight as I could. As I practically stole the air from its spirit lungs, the spectre grabbed my face, but not to return the sentiment, instead I suddenly saw my life flash before my eyes. I wasn't dying, I don't think, but the ghost in an act of malice began to show me my worst, most traumatic memories.

Here they are (in chronological order):

My first day as a Boy Scout

The time I spilt hot coffee on my computer

The death of my entire family

When the teacher mispronounced my surname (it was an insult on my family)

The time I was shoved into a pool fully clothed

The confiscation of my viper by the US government

When I stubbed my toe on my dresser

Vegas

When a bat flew into my house and I couldn't get it out (it may have been rabid)

The time I was chased home by a magpie in September (it was imported)

When I was strip searched at the airport

When I forgot to study for my prostate exam (imagine my shock when I found out what it was)

Vegas again

The last time I was kidnapped and waterboarded

Girl scouts

When I had to kill my new friend in New Mexico

When I woke up during my surgery

The death of the giant Viper

I could scarcely hold back my tears as they began to dilute the thick water, but I held onto the mirage as it stopped moving entirely. As I let it go, it floated upwards gently before evaporating entirely into the lake and I couldn't stop myself from scream-sobbing until I passed out under the lake.

I woke up to the face of Cosmic Tomorrow hovering above me. I screamed even as I awoke since my heart was so broken from what I saw under the surface of the lake. But Cosmic slapped his hand over my mouth to silence me as he looked at me with bright eyes.

"Obsidian, you did it! You drowned the mirage!" I breathed a sigh of relief, overjoyed that I had drowned the mirage.

Cosmic helped me to my feet, and I suddenly remembered Elly almost drowning, just like the mirage. I turned to ensure that she was alright. She was still unconscious, just like she was when the spectre had her in its clutches but she was still breathing steadily.

“Elysium was cursed by the lake mirage” Cosmic informed me mournfully. I wailed in agony. I grasped Elly’s cold WET hand in sorrow but that's when I noticed that her hand was a lot colder than usual. Not like she was dead, but like she was freezing like a human ice block. Deadass. This must be the curse!

I turned and grabbed Cosmic by the head and began to shout at him.

“You have been here before, haven’t you? You knew about this lake, and this curse, and you said nothing! You little botanist bitch!” Cosmic writhed and thrashed but my grip on his head was too strong as he wailed.

“Please, Obsidian! I meant nothing by it!” he sobbed “I know we can break the curse! I'm just sure of it!!!!”

I threw Cosmic back. He stumbled a few steps, almost landing in the lake, but stopped just short of it.

“I know a place...” he said, tentatively brushing his orange hair behind his ear. “Please take Elysium and follow right behind me!” he added. He then began to walk away from the lake at a brisk pace. I quickly scooped Elly up and then ran to catch up with him. Just as I thought he was about to disappear into the trees that surround the interdimensional clearing, he suddenly stopped, turned around and started running full speed at the lake before leaping into the water. The water that was thick, as I previously stated. Thick water. I dropped my head and my jet black hair fell in my face; it was still very wet from being in the thick water. I then ran and leapt into the lake to follow Cosmic.

It was dark under the water, but I already knew that from having already been in the lake, so it was a while before I spotted Cosmic who was steadily sinking downwards into the deceivingly deep lake. I was kind of worried he'd passed away on impact or something, but no, I could tell he was still with us since he was gripping his little straw hat to prevent it from floating up and away from him. I pinched Elly’s nose shut and covered her mouth (with my hand, not like how I defeated the water ghoul) so that she would not be breathing in any more of the thick, thick water.

We continued sinking for around twelve more minutes, before everything went bright and we began to float up at a very rapid pace. I was pretty stressed out at this moment, but looking at Cosmic, he seemed entirely calm (which for someone like him is kind of unusual I GUESS), but before I knew it, we had entered what I could only assume to be a different (still thematically water based) dimension.

[nightcall99]

Dream from 7.9.23

I'm about to do my high school senior year (VCE) exams, but at the same time they're exams for my horticulture course. I'm at my old high school campus but the people I am surrounded by are my classmates from my horticulture course. We're all waiting in the foyer outside the exam hall, waiting to be called in. I'm standing in the concrete stairwell with SD and we're just chatting to each other. All of a sudden, I sense AJ's energy approaching and I know that he has entered the foyer. I lead SD backwards, deeper into the stairwell so that we are out of view. I'm not sure if I'm testing AJ, or if I don't want him to feel obligated to come over to us.

But I needn't have done this because he either saw me, or sensed where I was anyway and made a bee-line in my direction. When he sees me he says, there you are. I feel really flattered that he went to find me as soon as he got here since I hadn't seen him in awhile. I walk up the staircase, hesitate a bit because I know SD is watching, but decide I don't care and we both land into a great big hug. He lifts me up off my feet. We're both so happy to see each other. His presence really comforts me. I can see he has a backpack on. Before we can say much more to each other, we have to run toward our first exam because they have opened the doors.

But I have to go the toilet first and when I get into the bathroom, there’s a queue. When it's my turn, there are 3 teachers outside my cubicle. I'm not sure if they're waiting to use the toilet too but they seem to be hovering and standing really close to my cubicle door while having conversation with me. As I’m washing my hands, I overhear someone talking about the exam I'm about to do. They mention something very important to do with the exam, and I realise it's a clue. They are saying a name, a male name, like Stephen something and how knowing this one name was a huge indicator of what the exam would be about.

I race outside. I need to tell AJ so that we can both pass our exam. I tell him what I heard as fast as I can. I'm worried as I'm running to the exam hall because I don't actually know what this name means, and I seem to be more ill-prepared for this exam that I'd thought. When I enter the hall, there are two special seats for people who need help, I sit down in one and presumably AJ is in the other, but I don't see him nearby.

I sit down and expect to see exam papers waiting for me, but what I see is food. A meal. There is a rectangular tray with 3 piles of different types of food arranged vertically in rows. Where a pen should be, there is a fork. I go straight to 'question 2' which is the second pile of food in the tray, and start eating it. I'm 'completing' my exam.

After awhile, I start thinking why am I even trying? The memory comes back to me that I already did my final high school exams like 13 years ago. The realisation hits me like a tonne of bricks. I already have my VCE result from that time, and I don’t need another one. So why am I repeating all this? Why am I acting all stressed, as if this is real? It’s not real. I can relax. I don’t even need to pretend that I’m going to finish this exam, so I decide to just sit there.

[asjjohnson]

Danny transformed with a stumble in the alley near the school, not even looking for possible bystanders, and ran as fast as he could. He was just so tired. He’d been up until dawn chasing both Technus and Desiree, along with all the appliances and wish-monsters that had been roaming the city.

He was so, so tired. His eyes ached, and his head felt staticy. He’d woken up late, and really needed to get to class on time, because one more tardy would mean a letter being sent to his parents.

He reached down to pat his pants, making sure he’d remembered to change out of his pajamas. He barely remembered to grab his backpack on the way out of his window. But he kept thinking there was something he was supposed to remember.

Something about today specifically…?

Or maybe he’d just forgotten his pencil. He could just ask Sam for one later.

He blinked, and the feel of closed eyelids felt so wonderful, he had to focus on making his eyes reopen before he could fall asleep on his feet. He saw double for a split-second, before the scenery in front of him lazily drifted back into focus. A large yawn followed, his eyes watering and mouth opening so wide that he was left with narrow, blurry slits of vision.

He slammed face-first into something as hard as a wall.

After a second or two, he started to tip backward. Not understanding what was going on, he just stared at the sky as he landed on his back.

That was when he noticed the laughter.

He could feel his face heating up as he pushed himself to his feet. Dash and a few of the other jocks were pointing his direction as they laughed and continued walking toward the front doors. And, of course, there was also Paulina among the crowd.

The other students walked around him—and right through the glowing green dome that now surrounded the school.

Ah. That was it. This was the day the school was supposed to switch on that new ghost shield his teachers had been talking about for the past week.

The laugher faded as the last of the students entered the school. Then the first bell rang.

He had to get to class!

He desperately pressed his palms against the shield.

He pushed hard against it, a strained whine escaping his clenched teeth. His tennis shoes started to slide, scrapping against the sidewalk beneath him.

He stopped, breathing heavily as he leaned his forehead against the shield, trying to figure out how to get to class.

He glanced at his bare hands, seeing that he was definitely Fenton at the moment, so that wasn't it.

Backing up a few feet, he craned his neck to see that the shield disappeared over the top of the school. He walked a few feet to the left, into the grass, before walking back to the right and doing the same on the other side of the sidewalk.

The front doors of the school opened, and Lancer walked out, and marched toward Danny.

“The Tell-Tale Heart! What are you doing?!”

“Um… Trying to get to class.”

It was kind of obvious, wasn’t it?

“You can explain your reasoning after school, in detention.” Lancer grabbed Danny’s arm and pulled him forward.

Danny again slammed into the ghost shield.

The laughter was back, though not as loud. Danny traced the sound to the school’s second-story windows.

He sighed.

Lancer turned and came back through the shield. He gestured toward Danny's backpack. “What do you have in this?” he asked, taking the backpack and setting it on the sidewalk. He tried pushing Danny through the shield, and again Danny was only pressed up against it.

“Empty your pockets.”

“I don’t have anything!” Danny insisted as he pulled his pockets inside out.

After fifteen more minutes, and Danny removing his shirt, and then his pants, the shield was temporarily taken down for him.

The next morning, Danny kept his head down as he walked toward the front doors with Sam and Tucker.

It took awhile to realize the hushed whispers following him weren't at his expense, but because everyone had come to the conclusion that he was Phantom at some point during the night.

At least the school decided against sending a letter to his parents.

[fangirlings-things]

Rescheduled Lesson

❦ PART. II

Fandom: Enola Holmes

Pairing: Sherlock Holmes x female reader

Word count: 3K

anon said: Can I request a Sherlock x reader where she visited Enola often when Sherlock left on long cases, so they became good friends? And when Enola runs away to find her mom, she goes to stay with the reader, which Sherlock deduces and tries to get her to let him find Enola and talk to her? -&

A/N: this request was amazing and I loved every bit of it!!! I put all my inspiration in this, tried to make the personality of the character good, so I hope you like this piece, love, I did my best!! (also I’m thinking about a part 2? if you guys like it let me know, I would be delighted to write it) (had to repost guys, I'm sorry!!)

also, the tag list for this fandom is open!!!

gif credit: @henrycavilledits

❧ You knew the Holmes family was nothing like the other families that lived in the countryside. The father had died many years before. The two oldest sons had already left home, to live their lives and follow the careers they desired. On that incredibly big house, where once lived a family, there was only a mother and her youngest child left. Perhaps the fact that you yourself was considered a little off by other people, was the fact that made you become friends with them.

You lived completely alone, surrounded by books in a small house. Your life was made of studying, researching and writing texts about science. You loved it, great authors of the matter being your inspiration. You tried to learn their teachings and with luck, wanted others to learn as well. You almost couldn’t believe when one day in the middle of a sunny afternoon, Eudoria Holmes had showed up at your door and invited you to her house, where she asked you to be Enola’s science teacher. She educated her daughter not for society, but for herself, so that she could find her own path when she came to grow up. That instantly made you respect that woman and accept her offer.

Twice a week you would go to the Holmes’s house and spend hours and more hours teaching the girl. Darwin, Copernicus, Newton, Galilei. She was eager to know and you were eager to teach her. She was the first student you had that actually wanted to learn and that was amazing. Made you proud and happy, more than you could say. At the evening, Eudoria would ask you to stay for dinner. You would put lessons aside and talk and laugh together. They were like your family, the one you didn’t had.

You were always excited for the days of teaching Enola to come soon. They were your absolute favorites of the week. In the beginning of the afternoon of one of those days, you had been incredibly surprised by a knock on your front door while you gathered the books you would make the girl read and study. Frowning, because you never had visitors or received letters, you went to attend the door.

And when you opened it, you saw that your visitor was Enola herself.

“Hi, Miss (Y/L/N)” the girl smiled at you, a little forced smile that instantly made your frown grow deeper. She was wearing boy’s clothes, even a hat, and her long brown hair had been hidden inside of it. “I’m afraid today’s lesson will have to be rescheduled”

“Enola, what…” you began, confused. You had seen her dressed in boy’s clothes before around her house, that wasn’t a big deal. She did find them more comfortable, she had told you before. But the fact that she concealed her hair as if she wanted to hide it and the expression on her face, something that you couldn’t quite identify but resembled urgency, was enough for you to get anxious.

“Please, Miss (Y/L/N), can I come in? I promise I’ll explain everything you want to know” she pleaded, eyes locked on yours as she did so. The tone on her voice made you nod and take a step to the side, locking the door once she was already inside. “I had never been here. Your house is really amazing” the girl seemed overwhelmed by all the books and unfinished texts you had around, laying on tables and shelves.

“Thank you” you said, mind still running fast as you tried to understand what was happening. You walked after the girl, that had advanced until she reached the next room of your house, one who only had two couches and a table. “Enola, what is going on?” her face instantly lost the admiration she was having for your belongings. Her eyes went to the floor, and she went silent. That made you sight. “Enola, you promise you would explain. And you know you can trust me”

That seemed to make her come around, because she sighted as you had just did and sat at one of your couches. Or better, she laid down on it, placing her head over a pillow and focusing her eyes on the roof. Her hands were joined over her chest. “I came here because I wanted to hide, Miss (Y/L/N). I’m running away”

Your eyes went wide at that declaration and you sat on the other couch, realizing that would probably be a long conversation. “Enola! Think about your mother! She loves you. Your disappearance will hurt her deeply”

“No, no, I’m not running away from my mother. I’m running away to find her” the girl sat straight on the couch, eyes meeting yours again like they had before at the door. She could see the confusion in your eyes grow by each word she spoke. “My mother went missing a few days ago, Miss (Y/L/N). She didn’t say goodbye or said where she was going. She only left me clues, here and there that I’ll have to use to find her”

Worry got a hold of you, the same worry you had recognized on Enola’s eyes. Eudoria. Where would she have gone? Was she fine? Not knowing you realized, was terrible. As you thought about what Enola had just said, another question got to your mind. “If your mother is missing, who are you running away from, Enola?”

“My brothers. Sherlock and Mycroft. Well, especially Mycroft, because he wants to send me to a finishing school, that prepares young women for society” the clear disgust in her voice would have made you laugh if you weren’t so worried.

“Where will you go to find your mother, Enola? What plans do you have? Do you want me to go with you?” all questions left your mouth in such a rush, that it seemed like you had just spit out the words one after the other.

The young girl smiled kindly and got up, going to sit right next to you on the couch you were on. She grabbed your hands in hers gently and squeezed them tightly. “Thank you for offering to go with me, to support me, Miss (Y/L/N). Is more than my own brothers have done. But this is something I have to do alone, I have to be the one to find her and know why she left. And I think that the less you know, the better it will be”

Oh, that girl. You smiled while you looked at her. Eudoria had raised her to be a force of nature and had achieved that goal, brilliantly. You squeezed her hands back in affection. “When will you leave?”

“At sundown today” she said, so quickly that you realized she had already thought about everything. At least, on that phase of that 'plan' to find her dear mother. “Will walk to the train station, not the closest one but the next, and get on the first train in the morning tomorrow. In this way, I’m quite sure my brothers won’t be able to understand my intentions soon enough as to catch me”

“Very well” you passed your arms around her and hugged her tight, sighting. “Let’s get you some food for your journey, then. If you find Eudoria and she finds out I let you almost starve I’ll get in trouble”

Enola laughed as she hugged you back.

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Enola had left at sundown of the previous day, just like she had said she would. Carrying nothing more than money her mother had left her, a bag of food you had given her and her favorite book of yours, Origin of Species, you had watched her walk away into the night alone, as her name backwards spelled.

You had spent the whole night incapable of sleeping, wondering if she was fine and if she hadn’t encountered any dangers as she travelled on foot. You worried so much but all you could do, was hope that she would stay safe and find her mother. Soon.

On the next day, you had spent the morning and the beginning of the afternoon distracted. Tried to complete some of your works, but couldn’t. Your mind would always go back to the gone girl and her well being.

You had frustratedly been trying to read the same page of one of your books for fifteen minutes, without being capable of keeping any attention on it, when for the second time in a long time, you heard knocks at the front door.

You got up instantly, leaving the book forgotten upon the closest table as you rushed to the door, already smiling at the thought at Enola had came around on her idea of going alone and was back to ask you to go with her.

When you opened the door though, you realized that it wasn’t Enola who had knocked. It had been a man. A man you had never seen before.

He was tall, it was the first thing you noticed. The fact that he had no beard, was the second. And then, details of him came rushing into your mind through your eyes. He had short, curly hair, bright eyes and memorable features. He wore a white shirt, a brown vest with small white details in it and a brown suit as well as trousers of the same color. No tie which was insula for men that well dressed.

“May I help you?” you frowned at him, holding the wooden door firmly with one of your hands. To receive the visit of men, had always made you nervous. You lived alone, after all, and the world was becoming a more violent place day by day.

“I hope so” he said, which such confidence on his voice that it actually made you raise your eyebrows at him. His eyes were fixed in you, analyzing your face with much intensity. Far more than you thought it would be appropriate. “I’m Sherlock Holmes. And I suppose you are Miss (Y/L/N), my sister’s science teacher”

You took a moment to watch him again, trying to put into your mind that the man in front of you was the Sherlock Holmes, the detective who was making a name on England, solving the most incredible and difficult cases on his own. After long seconds of silence where you only stared at each other, you cleaned your throat. “I am in fact Enola’s teacher, Mr. Holmes. How did you know?”

“I found her works, studies on great science authors. They all had writings on the borders where she constantly mentioned a desire to please and make a 'Miss (Y/L/N)' proud. It only took me a visit to one of the closest houses to ask who it was and get pointed in your house’s direction” he explained, in an impersonal tone quite fitting to a detective. He saw the incisive tone look you were giving him, filled with suspicion, and smiled slightly as he looked at his feet, before focusing his eyes back on yours. “I came here because Enola ran away from home, Miss (Y/L/N). And I think she would come here to see you if she needed help”

You sighted, looking into his eyes. You remembered Enola’s words, where she had told you Mycroft was the one who wanted to send her to a finishing school, the one who had made her run away. If that had been Mycroft Holmes at your door, you would have denied being her teacher or even knowing the girl, wanting to cut the conversation short. But that was Sherlock Holmes. Enola hadn’t expressed much anger towards him and honestly, he would for sure find out the truth on his own. He was the best detective there was in the nowadays. You tell him, would just spin faster the process and you would be able to send him away sooner.

“Come in, Mr. Holmes” you took a step aside, motioning for him to come in. He did, in slow calculated steps and once he was inside you closed the door, sighting. You expected him to say something, but he didn’t. Not at first. Instead he walked around just like Enola had done, eyes floating through the uncountable books you had, all in a complete mess over the tables, piles and more piles of them . “She was indeed here, your sister”

He turned his head to look at you, a genuine smile on his lips. “I was already certain of that” then he walked towards one of the tables, fingers running through one of works. The paper was a bit kneaded, but he didn’t seem to care. “The works you did with Enola, the amount of things she learned… they were quite impressive”

You crossed your arms over your chest, trying to contain your surprise to know you had impressed the most impressive man of all, Sherlock Holmes. You waited for him to speak again, but he didn’t, just kept on walking through the room and inspecting your things with his perceptive eyes. “I don’t know where she is, Mr. Holmes. She left many hours ago”

He placed his hands on the pockets of his trousers, turning completely to you the resemblance of his previous smile on his lips. “And I believe she didn’t tell you what were her plans?”

“No and if she had, I wouldn’t tell you” you said and went to sit on a chair, at the table he had been studying with his eyes previously.

“Mind if I take off my suit?” he asked simply. You just nodded for him to go on, not giving it much thought. He took off his brown suit in gracious movements, then placed it in one of the other empty chairs close by. “May I ask why you wouldn’t tell me my sister’s plans, Miss (Y/L/N), if you knew them?”

“Enola said your brother wants to send her to a finishing school” you replied, watching as one after the other, he folded the sleeves of his white shirt until they got close to his elbow. Unconsciously, you noticed how his muscles could be seen from under his shirt. “To try to turn such a brilliant, incredibly smart young girl into a 'lady society' would be a terrible mistake. She shouldn’t be forced to do it” at the end of that sentence, Sherlock Holmes had grabbed two books in his hands and after reading the tiles, he went to the shelves and started placing them there. “Excuse me, what do you think you’re doing?”

“I am organizing your books, Miss (Y/L/N). In alphabetical order, of course. Like I’ve noticed you do after a quick inspection” he smiled at you again, placing those two in place. Then, he went to the table and grabbed a few more. “I personally agree with you. I don’t think Enola should be sent to such a place, but she is my brother’s ward. It is out of my hands” he read the titles, then turned around to return to the shelves. “I suppose you weren’t raised as a lady of society also, for you live by yourself apparently and your academic interests”

“You’re wrong” you said with a little smile taking a hold of your lips, and that made him stop organizing the books and look at you with a frown. She shouldn’t be wrong often. “I was raised to be a lady, until the point where my parents died. After that, I started to live on my own, for I had no more relatives. It gave me a chance to become who I wanted to be, instead of whom I was being carved into”

“You chose your own path” he said with a bigger smile this time and when you nodded in agreement, he returned his look at the shelves. “How did your parents die?”

“They were murdered” you tried to swallow the knot on your throat. Even though they had been controlling parents to the most when regarding your future, they were still your parents, and you loved and missed them. “The police never found out by whom”

“The police can be quite… inefficient” he turned back around with his hands already empty. “I’m really sorry”

“Thank you” you said, squeezing your lips in a thin line as old memories came to surface. Things you hadn’t you thought about in a long, long time. “If there isn’t anything else, may I escort you to the door?”

Your polite way of sending him away made him smile.

He placed the books he had just gathered back on the table, grabbed his suit and accompanied you towards the door, not bothering to dress the piece again. You opened the door and he stepped out, turning to look at you once more. His eyes were curious, interesting. Full of something you couldn’t quite identify, so mysterious as his sister’s.

“If you find Enola, don’t stop her from trying to find your mother” you told him, trying to repress the emotion in your voice. “Not knowing what happened… can be quite disturbing”

“I promise, stop her, is not my intention” he looked down at his feet once again, as if he was thinking for a brief moment, before his eyes went back to yours. “I could try to find out what happened to your parents. Who was their murderer”

“I don’t have much money, Mr. Holmes” you told him, your turn now to look down at your feet.

“I never said you would have to pay” he replied and with that your gaze snapped back up to meet his, and that made him chuckle. You couldn’t deny he looked quite beautiful when doing that. “You were there for my sister through much time and when she needed help, when I wasn’t. That is enough paying for me. Think about it, Miss (Y/L/N). After I find my sister and discover where is my mother, I am willing to take over your case. If you want me to” he nodded his head in your direction in a silent appreciation for your reception in your house and began to turn to walk away, but stopped himself in the middle of such movement. “May I know your first name?”

You smiled softly at that. “It’s (Y/N), Mr. Holmes”

“Please, call me Sherlock”

And after that, he walked away.

[live-the-fangirl-life]

Objects in Mirror are Closer than they Appear

Aelin Galathynius x Rowan Whitethorn - Oneshot

Aelin will be the first to admit that parallel parking is not her forte.

Written for Rowaelin Month 2021. Day 5: “I accidentally hit you with my car.” @rowaelinscourt

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Warnings: Language

1558 words

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“It’s not gonna fit.”

“It’ll fit.”

“It’s not going to fit.” Aelin insisted.

“I assure you,” Rowan encouraged, “It will fit”

“Look at the size of this thing and the size of that opening, it’s not going to fit, Rowan.”

“Aelin, I promise you. It will fit. We’ll just take it slow.”

“I swear to gods, Buzzard. I’m telling you; I will not be able to parallel park this car into that space, there’s not enough room.”

A line of cars was slowly building behind Aelin as she sat with her blinkers on while Rowan tried coaxing her into parking the car. The jeep behind them honked again and Aelin flipped them off through the rearview mirror as Rowan sighed and tried not to make eye contact as the driver sped around them. The rest quickly followed suit.

Aelin sighed and looked over at her exasperated boyfriend. “Rowan, you know that I am amazing at many things,” she carried on as he watched her, amused, “but I am woman enough to admit that I can’t parallel park for shit.”

Rowan snorted, but Aelin kept talking, “You love me and that means accepting my single, unimprovable, flaw.”

He sighed and looked at the street again, glad there weren’t more cars stuck behind them. Chuckling, he faced Aelin who was staring determinately out the front windshield.

“Aelin, you live in the city. You need to know how to parallel park.” He shook his head good-naturedly, “How you’ve survived this long without being able to do so is something I can’t understand.”

She rolled her eyes before facing him and over-exaggerated batting her eyelashes while suggesting, “We can switch places and you can park for me.”

He laughed, “No, Aelin, you need to learn this.”

Smirking, Aelin said, “But you look so good behind the wheel. And you know how much I love it when you do that thing when you reverse and put your arm behind my headrest to turn around. It's sexy.”

Rowan’s smirk widened. “I know.” Then he nudged her shoulder and said, “Come on, I’ll even get out and help direct you into the spot, okay?”

She sighed dramatically, “Oh, fine, Buzzard. Have it your way, teach me a valuable life skill.”

He chuckled again and leaned over to kiss her forehead before ducking out of the car and onto the boulevard next to them.

Aelin rolled the window down to better hear his instructions.

“Okay, pull up so you’re next to this car. Yeah, just like that. Stop. Now back up and turn your wheel all the way to the side.”

Aelin did her best to hide her smirk as she watched him, paying more attention to Rowan than the cars around her. He’d put on his instructor-voice and she was loving that way he kept giving out orders.

“Stop. Stop, Fireheart!” Rowan’s voice rose as she jerked to a stop.

“What?”

He stepped off the curb and leaned his elbows on the passenger door’s window ledge, bending over to look into the car and say, “You’re still a few feet away from the curb. Let’s pull forward and try again.”

“'Let's' he says,” she grumbled, not missing the way he huffed a laugh, “as if we’re both driving.”

“Come on, Aelin,” he called, “you can do this.”

Exhaling a deep breath, Aelin pulled forward once more and glanced around to make sure the street was void of any other moving cars.

“Good, now reverse. Okay, stop, now turn the wheel. No, keep going there’s plenty of room.”

“There isn’t enough room, Buzzard!”

“Aelin, no, don’t pull back out.”

She couldn’t stop her snort before saying, “You never did like pulling out.”

“I swear to gods.” He muttered while rubbing his hands down his face

“Oh, come on Ro, that was a good one.” She grinned at him through the lowered window.

He sighed and leveled a look at her, but she watched his lip quirk to the side. “That was mediocre at best.”

She huffed, “Whatever, you just can’t appreciate my level of humor.”

“Aelin.” He crossed his arms, his tattoo stretching over the taut skin. It was too distracting.

“Rowan can’t you just park the car?” she asked again, shooting him the look that normally made him relent and agree with her.

“Uh uh, nope.” He shook his head and raised a single brow. “Not that face. Cut it out, Fireheart, I’m not backing down on this. Try one more time.”

“Fine.” Aelin took a breath and squared her shoulders before bringing the car back into position.

“Perfect, keep going. Now fix the wheel and turn the other way.”

Too excited by her progress, Aelin hit the gas with more force. The car lurched backward, faster than either she or Rowan could anticipate.

Aelin felt the car hit something solid.

She heard a loud grunt, a curse, and the sound of a body tumbling to the ground.

Slamming on the brake, her head whipped between the rearview mirror and over her shoulder through the back window.

“Rowan? Rowan!”

Aelin didn’t care that her car was still sticking halfway out into the street as she threw it in park and flung the door open. She sprinted around the trunk to see Rowan lying on his back on the grass of the boulevard.

“Oh my gods, Rowan! I’m so sorry! Are you hurt?” Aelin fell to her knees beside Rowan.

His eyes were scrunched shut but he hissed out a breath and cracked them open to see Aelin’s distressed face.

“I’ll survive.” He grunted and sat up.

“Oh my gods,” she murmured and sat back on her heels once she was sure Rowan wasn’t in serious pain. “I hit you.”

Rowan rubbed his hip that had apparently taken the brunt of the impact.

“I hit you.” She said again, eyes wide and voice brimming on hysterical. “I fucking hit you with my car.”

“Yeah, Aelin, I’m aware.” He hissed through clenched teeth.

“Let me see.” She insisted, gently grabbing the hem of his shirt, and lifting it enough to see the start of a bruise. “Rowan I—”

“It looks worse than it feels,” he said. “you weren’t even going that fast.”

“I don’t care how fast I was driving, Ro, I hit you with my fucking car.”

He couldn’t stop his lip from quirking at her incredulous stare, “Who knew parallel parking could be so dangerous?”

She met his eyes, pulling her gaze away from the marring bruise she’d caused, and saw the amusement in his face.

Aelin scoffed and sat back. “This just proves it.”

She helped him stand because, despite Rowan’s insistence that he was fine, he noticeably winced as he tried to prop himself up from the grass.

“Proves what?” he asked, leaning back onto the car as Aelin bit her lip, watching him move stiffly

She huffed and stepped into his arms, wrapping hers around his back, careful to avoid the sore spot, as his looped around her and slid into the back pocket of her jeans.

“It proves” she dragged out the word, “that parallel parking and I—don’t mix.” She stepped closer into his embrace as he held back an exasperated sigh, “I vow, on this day and as you as my witness, to never attempt another parallel park in my life.”

Rowan snorted and rolled his eyes even as he chuckled at her words. “Really, Fireheart—”

“I vowed it. It’s been vowed.”

He sighed. He ought to be used to his girlfriend’s dramatics

“Let’s go home,” Aelin suggested, “I think there’s an icepack with your name on it.”

Although Rowan thought that was a fantastic idea, he looked at her skeptically. “You just really don’t want to finish parallel parking, do you?”

“First off, I vowed never to do that again,” she leaned back to get a better look at his face, playfully smirking, “second, you literally just got hit by a car, I think it’s fair to say the least you need right now is an icepack. And third,” she raised a brow, “that car was me. I hit you. While trying to parallel park. Why would you want me to try that again?”

Rowan rolled his eyes but nodded, “Compelling argument.”

“Buzzard, give it up. I’m not going to park this car. I’m going to drive us home, get you an icepack,” she stood on her tiptoes to say into her ear, “and then I’ll make it up to you. Extensively.”

She leaned back and saw his eyes darken at her tone.

“Now get in the car,” she insisted, “I need to get us home so I can tell Elide what happened. She’ll love it.”

Rowan raised a brow but walked to the passenger seat, “Elide will love that fact that you hit me?”

Aelin rolled her eyes and sunk into the driver’s seat. “No, of course not. But she knows first-hand just how badly I suck at parallel parking, so she’ll be thrilled to know that I’ll never attempt it again.”

Rowan chuckled as they drove away.

Aelin turned the music on low and glanced at Rowan, “I may suck at parallel parking, but,” she winked, “I can think of something that likes it when I suck.”

He smirked widely but retorted, “That was worse than your other joke.”

Aelin just laughed and turned the music up.

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[jungshookz]

what if y/n's friends come by for a surprise visit or smth and mr park is like right there, how would that work out 😟

:-) 

➺ pairing; park jimin x reader

➺ genre; balletteacher!jiminiverse!! smerhaps smut (slightly suggestive content!!!) also y/n’s not good at improv and it shows womp womp 

➺ wordcount; 2.4k

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“god, you smell good...” jimin murmurs against your neck, his fingers giving your hips a gentle squeeze before his hand slides down to hitch your leg up against his waist 

you’re so warm and so soft against him... 

he’s obsessed with you 

“you say that a lot.” you tease quietly, reaching up to tangle your fingers in his soft hair before tugging lightly, “we should probably get up soon... we can’t spend the entire day doing nothing.”

“well, we won’t be doing nothing-” jimin pulls away suddenly before pressing his forehead against yours, “we’d technically be doing each other-”

“what? oh my god, you are such a boy-” you feel your face flush immediately and you turn to the side so you don’t have to look at that cocky smirk on jimin’s face that never fails to make your tummy flutter 

“c’mon, pretty girl...” jimin purrs lowly, taking the chance to bury his face into the crook of your neck again before rolling his hips against yours, “i wanna make you feel good.”

the chains hanging around his neck tickle against your heated skin and your eyelids flutter when you feel jimin’s hand creeping towards your centre 

“i-” you perk up in alarm when you swear you hear the slight sound of the front door clicking shut, your brows knitting in concern as you stare up at the ceiling 

...and then you hear faint footsteps...

...and you’re pretty sure that’s the sound of giggling... 

...

what the hell

are there people in your apartment right now 

oh my god 

are there people in your apartment right now?! 

“oh my god-!” you immediately shove jimin off of you, wincing when he rolls off the bed and lands on the ground with a loud thump

oops

“ow-! what was that for??” jimin whines quietly, sitting up before rubbing at his lower back, “also, you are… so much stronger than you look-”

“sorry, sorry-!” you whisper, frantically pulling your shorts up your legs before grabbing a shirt off the end of the bed, “you need to-”

“party of five for miss y/n y/l/n! get your ass out here, girlie!”

"you know, i bet she’s still asleep-” 

you feel like you’re about to pass out when you hear lisa getting closer to your bedroom and you reach up to run a hand through your hair in panic 

“uh- no! no, i’m up!” you announce loudly before clearing your throat, “just- just gimme a second, lisa- don’t come in here because i’m, like, super naked right now-” you chuckle nervously before spinning around to face jimin (who’s still a little dazed from hitting the ground so hard and so fast, which explains why he’s just sitting there basically doing nothing), “jimin, hurry!”

“fuck, hold on- did you- did you know they were coming over today?” jimin hisses, scrambling up from the ground before pulling the sheets up around his hips so that his lower half is decently covered, “where the hell is my shirt…?”

“oh, yeah, i planned for them to come over the same weekend you’re here so we can all get together and i can tell everyone that mr. park was the one who gave me that hickey they saw last week-” you pause before looking over at your currently-denser-than-a-block-of-tofu boyfriend with wide eyes, “obviously not, jimin! you need to hide-”

“but you’re wearing m-”

you don’t give jimin much of a chance to say or do anything else before you’re grabbing him and basically shoving him into your open closet

“i-” he raises a finger and you shake your head, slapping his hand down quickly

“not a single word-” you warn, shoving your hand against his chest to push him in even deeper before abruptly pulling the closet doors shut

your bedroom door swings open right as you trap jimin in your closet and you spin around with a wide smile, pressing yourself up against the doors, “i’m not doing anything!”

“good morning, sunshine!” lisa chirps, her smile faltering as she takes in the state of the room, “uh…”

geez louise

she knew you were messy, but…

the blanket is drooping off the bed, your clothes are strewn everywhere (your panties are literally hanging off the lamp) - it looks like someone came in here and ransacked the place, if she’s being honest

“i’m doing some spring cleaning.” you chime in as soon as you note the look of concern on her face, “you know how it is! everything has to be super messy before it becomes super clean.”

“it’s… it’s nowhere close to spring, so i wouldn’t call it spring cleaning.” she snorts, crossing her arms before turning on her heel to look at you, “so, how much time do you need to get ready? the girls are waiting in the living room.”

“i, um- it’s just that i said…” you trail off, trying to find the right words to let her down easy, “you know, i did say that i wasn’t going to join you guys this weekend, so i will... not be getting ready... because i won’t be leaving the apartment?”

“oh, i know you said that, but… this is the second time this month that you’ve ditched us to hang out in your apartment by yourself! that’s why we decided to come and surprise you and drag you out instead!” lisa smiles, your heart skipping a beat when she starts to walk closer to you, “now, let’s pick out a cute outfit for you-”

“no!” you snap, slamming yourself up tighter against the closet doors, “no way!”

“woah-!” lisa stumbles backward in surprise before frowning at you, “jesus… what’s your problem this morning? god, you’re so jumpy-”

“i’m fine! i’m just- uh- i’m on my period so- you know how it is since you are also a human girl who has her period every month-” you cough into your fist before letting out a chuckle, “there’s just something about bleeding profusely out of your hooha that drives you crazy, right?! just girly things. so crazy. it’s wild.”

“what are you talkin- wait, what are you wearing?” lisa suddenly changes the subject and you frown before looking down at your-

?

oh 

oh no

this,..,., 

this is not your shirt

this is jimin’s shirt

and you’re pretty sure lisa knows this is jimin’s shirt because she made a comment last week about how nice and biteable his arms looked in it when he pushed the sleeves up

and yeah, one might think that all white t-shirts look the same and that there’s really no difference between them, but lisa pays special attention to detail and would be able to tell about fifty white t-shirts apart if she had to 

“a… white t-shirt?” you scoff playfully, trying to play it off and keep things super chill and super casual, “my goodness, you’re certainly a little ditzy before mimosas-”

“well, yeah, it’s a shirt, y/n, but...” she places her hands on her hips before tilting her head, her eyes narrowing into slits, “it looks so familiar and i can’t quite remember where i’ve seen it…”

you chew on the inside of your cheek anxiously as she continues staring at you

god

you hate this

you’d very much like for a wormhole to appear and swallow you up if that were possible 

should you say something??

you’ve been quiet for too long

you should say something and change the subject so that she doesn’t have enough time to figure out that you’re wearing mr. park’s shirt because then that’d lead to a discussion as to why you’re wearing mr. park’s shirt and then that’d lead to oh, yeah, by the way, i’m in a relationship with our teacher and before you got here we were in the middle of having sex so it’d be great if you could leave-

“you know, you’re probably thinking about a shirt you saw in a magazine or something- i-” you’re cut off when seulgi suddenly wanders into your bedroom, immediately letting out a snort at the sight of your bedroom

“wow, y/n! i’ve heard of disorganised chaos, but this is a little much.” she whistles lowly before turning to face you, “what’s taking you freaks so long?”

“we were about to pick an outfit for y/n but- hey, does that shirt look familiar to you?” lisa asks quietly, seulgi leaning in a little closer before pursing her lips in thought

“mm… i don’t know. just looks like any old ratty t-shirt y/n would own. why?”

“ratty-“ you gawk, looking down at your shirt, “this isn’t ratty!”

“okay, miss fuzzy-legwarmers-”

“okay, you guys should probably leave because my cramps are, like, killing me-” you step away from the closet for the first time since lisa came in before gesturing for the two of them to go, “i promise i’ll come to brunch next week, but right now, i just need to be by myself-”

(and you know it would never happen but you hope the closet doors won’t spriNG open like they do in the cartoons when the closet’s been overstuffed)

“are you sure you don’t wanna join us? we’re going to talk about how yummy mr. park looked in class on friday-” seulgi turns to glance at you with a smirk as you continue to shove them down the hallway and back out to the living room, “and we all know how you just won’t shut up about mr. park-”

“hA, okay- very funny-” you chuckle nervously as you glance back towards your open bedroom door, hoping that jimin won’t be able to hear any of this 

you don’t need to embarrass yourself in front of him any further! 

“there’s no point in denying it, y/n!” lisa chirps, “you looooove mr. park and you just wanna sit all over that pretty face-”

“you know, i already know that i’m never going to live that down and you guys aren’t helping-” you grumble, shoving against their backs to get them to move faster, “you basically remind me of it every day-” 

“aw, c’mon! you know we’re only teasing, you wuss.” seulgi rolls her eyes, “besides, i wanna talk about how sexy his arms are, so if you come to brunch with us, i can do all the talking and the fantasizing on your behalf- do you think he’d be able to pin you down using one hand?”

you feel your cheeks flush because you happen to know the answer to that particular question (the answer is a big fat ABSOLUTELY he can)

“you know, i don’t know why you always get so quiet whenever we talk about him-” wendy chimes in once the three of you reach the living room, “this is a safe space! we’re all allowed to talk about how much we want mr. park to fuck us into oblivion-”

“i just feel like-” you choke, clearing your throat quietly before averting your gaze to the ground, “you know, he’s our- he’s our teacher, so… so it’s a little weird? to be talking about all the things you want him to do to you?”

also you’re dating him and it’s weird to hear about how much your friends want to fuck your boyfriend 

also they talk about him like he’s a piece of meat - and yes, you’re guilty of displaying the same behaviour sometimes - but it’s still not cool!! 

jimin’s so much more than just a (very) pretty face and a (very) fit body 

“you were the one who said you wanted to sit on his face-”

“yes, i’m aware- you know, i only said that to get seulgi to shut up- anyway!” you scurry over to the door and hold it open before gesturing for everyone to get the hell out of your apartment, “it was wonderful seeing you girls, but i’ll see you on monday at class-” you force a smile on your face and praY that no one is too suspicious of your very odd behaviour

you think you’ve done a decent job at keeping it cool so far... right? 

“fine. but we’re not going to share any of the details that we talked about as your punishment.” lisa shakes her head disappointedly as she adjusts her purse strap over her shoulder, “it’s your loss! you don’t get to dream about having sex with the most beautiful man on earth-”

you almost let out a snort but you stop yourself before it happens

you’ve never been one for bragging, but... you don’t have to dream about having sex with the most beautiful man on earth because you’re already having sex with the most beautiful man on earth 

(what you’re trying to say is that God has favourites and you clearly made the list) 

:-)

“well, that’s a consequence i’m just going to have to suffer with-” you push your bottom lip out in a pout before waving frantically, “goodbye, you guys-!”

you let out a breath of relief as soon as you slam the door shut behind you

holy moly

that was close!!!!!

that was TOO close

you and jimin need to have a better plan to prepare for this if it happens again

hopefully this won’t happen again but you can never be too sure... 

maybe you should take your spare apartment key back from lisa 

“are they gone?” you jump when jimin pokes his head around the corner and you nod before shooting him a thumbs up

“yes, thank god- but that was… that was way too close.” you shudder, turning and making sure the door is double-locked before walking towards jimin, “i don’t even know what i’d do if they saw you.”

“judging by your improv skills, you’d probably tell them i’m mr. park’s twin brother-”

“you know, that’s actually not half bad!” you raise a brow before reaching down to brush your fingers against the growing red spot on jimin’s bare chest from where you shoved at him earlier, “also, sorry i pushed you onto the ground. and then shoved you into a closet.”

“eh, i’m fine.” he hums, taking your hand before turning and walking back towards the hallway, “also, i’m going to have to ask to join one of these brunches one day since i seem to be a hot topic.” 

“oh my god, jimin-”

“by the way-” he glances at you over his shoulder for a split second with a particularly cheeky smirk, “i don’t think i need to remind you again that the offer for you to sit on my face still stands...”

“oh my god, jimin-!”

✨why don’t you explore the rest of the library while you’re here?

💫or perhaps you want something shorter to read?

🌟or something even shorter?

[namjoon-koya]

Since we got a Todoroki having a little sister what about Dabi ?

I’m going to make this as fluff as I can because reading chapter 300 broke my hEart

Warnings: some spoilers? Angstish also the reader is young so you don’t know what happened in the Todoroki household.

Him being the older sibling he’s the first one to hold you at the hospital. Tells himself that he’s going to be the best big brother to you and will protect you with any means necessary. Whenever he isn’t with Fuyumi and Natsuo he’s with you, usually you’ll be sleeping though since you’re still a baby.

You tend to make his days better he has a lot of emotions he’s holding back, but one giggle from you and he suddenly forgets what he feels (for a while at least) he gets upset that Enji doesn’t show you any affection at all (he’s not surprised, but he hates it) he tries giving you the attention you deserve since Enji doesn’t.

When you start learning how to walk he’ll take you to the park (with Fuyumi and Natsuo tagging along) you have your cute lil squeaky shoes with a fluffy sweater (when you pull the hood up little bear ears show from the top) if you want to go down the slides you’ll have to sit on their laps (because I’ve seen videos on what happens when kids go down the slide ALONE💀) because they KNOW if you get hurt or even a little scratched their mom is going to give them an earful on having to be careful.

Whenever it’s your bedtime he’ll read stories to you (which makes you fall asleep fast) it becomes a routine he does. Usually he’ll pick a story or you’ll pick which one you want him to read, once he knows your fully asleep he’ll leave the room.

It broke him to leave you alone when he faked his own death, he was hesitant to do it, but he couldn’t back down he had a plan and he intended to complete it in the near future. After that he didn’t come to check up on you he could only hope that Fuyumi or Natsuo filled in his role.

Since you were still a kid and didn’t understand much about death yet you’d always ask Fuyumi or Natsuo where Touya was, but they always gave you a sad pitiful look before trying to distract you with something else. Natsuo was always busy with college so Fuyumi mostly had to take care of you after Rei got hospitalized.

Todoroki spent somewhat time with you, but he ended up training most the time and at this point you were 7 years old already. You finally understood what death meant and what happened to Touya whenever you got home from school you’d grab a book from your shelf and read outside near Touya’s shrine. You always believed that Touya’s spirit was with you even if he was gone.

(Endeavor’s arc I guess)

Todoroki was surprised that Enji was starting to spend more time with you (he was sorta.. nervous with him around you so he made sure to keep an eye out) he tried being more at home and eating dinner together. Fuyumi would always pick you up after school, but not anymore it was endeavor who was picking you up now. (Everyone was intimidated seeing Endeavor hold your small hand in his as you both walked to the car)

Shoto finally brought you to see Rei you haven’t seen her since she got hospitalized. So when he opened the door and Rei saw you she smiled and tried not to cry you grew up so much “mom!” You shouted running into her arms she kissed the top of your head while holding you in her arms. (Shoto takes a picture and sends it to Fuyumi and Natsuo and yes Fuyumi started crying her eyes out)

One time you got sick and went to Endeavor’s hero agency (since Fuyumi couldn’t take a day off from teaching) and lord behold you met Hawks. You were kind of intimidated by him his wings made him seem more bigger. He was going to say hi to you, but you quickly hid behind Enji (which Enji laughed while Hawks pouted about it) since Hawks spent so much time around Enji though you started to trust him.

NOW let’s talk about when Midoriya and Bakugo came over Todoroki’s house to have dinner. They didn’t even know Todoroki had a younger sibling so when you opened the door to them they both stood there SHOCKED. “Nii-San!” You said happily to Shoto “I’m home Y/N is Fuyumi making dinner?” You nodded before going back inside. “Todoroki you didn’t tell us you had a younger sibling.” Midoriya said as he started taking off his shoes. “Sorry, nobody ever mentioned anything so I didn’t. That’s Y/N though she’s only 7 so Bakugo don’t say any cuss words.”

You didn’t really understand why dinner was so awkward Natsuo was upset at Enji, but half of the things he was saying you didn’t completely understand (since no one mentioned what happened in the household) you saw Natsuo get up angrily and leaves. You didn’t leave the table until dinner was over Enji took the Shoto, Bakugo and Midoriya back to school and you decided to go find Natsuo.

He looked upset not that he was crying, but you could tell he was angry. “Nii-San are you mad at dad?” Natsuo quickly snapped his direction up at you his eyes softening he took off his sweater and wrapped it around you “it’s cold Y/N you shouldn’t be out here.” “You’re alone out here, but are you mad at dad?” Natsuo didn’t know what to say. The three of them made a promise to never tell you what happened the last thing they wanted to do was hurt you with the past “we just.. had a little disagreement Y/N it’s okay.”

You gently wrap your arms around Natsuo “if you need to cry you can nii-san whenever I would miss Touya I would do the same.” Sigh.. Natsuo really appreciated that even if you didn’t understand the full context of the argument. “Let’s go inside Y/N it’s cold and you’ll end up getting a fever again-“ suddenly he heard something he quickly pushed you behind him protectively. It was too dark outside he couldn’t see where the noise was coming from! “Y/N!” that’s when he finally saw what was coming he shoved you aside making the Nomu grab him “Natsuo!” You shouted as you fell backwards onto your butt the thing took off flying with him.

Fuyumi quickly rushed outside when she heard you scream “Y/N!” “Natsuo! That thing took Natsuo!” You cried into her shoulder. When Natsuo was recused the first thing you did was jump into his arms while crying “Y/N I’m fine see? Dad.. saved me on time it’s okay.”

You get to met Eri at first you both are shy she hides behind Mirio and you hide behind Shoto. Slowly you both start getting used to each other to the point where you two were running around the school festival excitedly.

So when does Dabi finally see you again? You went to the park alone. At first Enji and Fuyumi were kind of iffy about you being alone, but you kept repeating how you were old enough to go alone (hAhA of course Enji is going to check up on you a couple of times though) the park isn’t completely vacant, but your a bit more alone since some of the kids were playing on the playground while you were on the swinging.

As you were swinging back and fourth you started to remember when Touya would bring you to the park and play with you until sundown. He’d carry you on his back and asked what was your favorite part of the playground. The swings were you favorite Touya would push you (of course though not too high) you stopped swinging as you continued to remember the things you’d do with Touya at the park. Even Fuyumi and Natsuo would join in playing together so much time has passed and now usually everyone was busy.

Natsuo was still busy with school, Fuyumi was a teacher and didn’t have time to play all the time, Shoto was staying at U.A, and Enji was often at the hero’s agency.. you couldn’t remember the last time someone read you a story. You sniffle lightly as you rubbed your eyes “what are you so upset about?” You heard a voice next to you say you quickly looked up and saw a young man with raven black hair and a piercings on his face “I’m not upset.” The man chuckled before sitting down next to the swing beside you “then why did I hear you sniffle?”

You sighed “I miss my older brother his name was Touya.” Dabi’s hand clenched a bit “I love my other siblings! They try to make time for me, but Touya was always there he always brought me to the park or just read me stories at times! He passed away, but I always tell myself maybe that’s he’s still here with us as a spirit.” Dabi wanted to comfort you, but there’s a reason why he had to completely cut off connections with his family he couldn’t ruin his plan. “I’m sorry that you feel that way, but better times are coming soon.” He said getting up you looked at him questionably “how do you know?” “I know Y/N.”

[kimistorm]

Nathaniel x Reader || Art, an Evil Villain, and an Erased Window

“Nathaniel!” you winced as Ms. Mendeleev scolded him for drawing again.

“I’m going to get him the notes!” you tried to defend him.

“He should be writing his notes by himself, go to the principal’s office!”

“It helps him focus!” you stood up to continue to defend your red haired best friend.

“(y/n) sit back down!” she scowled, “you’re causing a disruption! Nathaniel! Go to the principal’s office now!”

“It’s alright (y/n),” Nathaniel sighed and picked up his papers to listen to what Ms. Mendeleev commanded.

You frowned but sat back down anyway, until Chloe tripped him. Then you jumped back onto your feet so fast that the chair you were sitting in fell backwards with a clatter.

“Ooh look at this,” Chloe mocked as she held up one of the papers that fell out of his hand.

“What gives you the right to look through his stuff!” you shouted from the back of the room.

“(y/n) sit down!” Ms. Mendeleev snapped.

Chloe continued to talk as if you hadn’t said anything, “it’s Nathaniel as a superhero!” she then gasped, “and he’s saving Marinette!” You felt your heart throb. Marinette? Of course he would like her, she’s sweet, kind, and the perfect friend. But you couldn’t deny that you had feelings for the red haired tomato, and it hurt to know that those feelings weren’t reciprocated. Nathaniel hurriedly grabbed his papers from Chloe and ran out of the room.

“Ms. Mendeleev! You’re being too harsh!” you argued while still standing up.

“That’s it (y/n). Go to the principal’s office now!” she ordered.

For a moment you were shocked, you had never been sent to the principal’s office before, but you quickly got over that shock when you realized that that was where Nathaniel was. You could defend him, “okay!” you replied and quickly gathered your items before running out the door. You were making your way to the principal’s office but was stopped by a rather peculiar person roaming around. You ran over to see what he was doing. You couldn’t believe your eyes when you saw him, “Nathaniel?” you asked in shock. He couldn’t be. Nathaniel? The sweetest person whom you’ve ever met being a supervillain? It made sense though, the red hair, the artist vibe, and the fact that Nathaniel was just sent outside.

“It’s not Nathaniel, it’s Evillustrator!” he shouted.

“No, this isn’t like you.” All of your stuff clattered to the ground as you looked at your best friend. “What have you done to Nathaniel!”

“You’re being too loud,” he snarled as he walked towards you. You stumbled backwards. This wasn’t your friend. “I don’t want Ladybug and Chat Noir to come just yet. I have some revenge I need to place on Chloe.”

“I get what she did was mean, but you don’t need to become a supervillain because of her!”

“Be quiet.” He drew something on his pad and tape was stuck over your mouth, immediately your hands flew up to your face to try and rip it off but your hands flew back as you got stuck to the wall with more tape. If looks could kill you would’ve killed Evillustrator right then and there, but he left the room without another word.

You struggled against the tape that held you back. Either you were weak, or this was some super strong tape. Definitely stronger than one strip of duct tape. You sighed. Here you were, stuck against a wall because of some tape with nobody around. You stood there dejectedly until an idea came into your mind. You remember reading somewhere on the internet that licking the tape that covered your face would cause it to come off. So that’s what you set yourself on doing until someone came by.

Screaming came from somewhere in the school, and you wished you could see what was happening. “Wait, (y/n)?” you nearly cried in relief when you heard Nino’s voice. You vigorously nodded. “Dude, what are you doing here?” You glared at him, if you could explain, you would. “Let’s get you freed.” He first set on picking at the tape on your face, “okay this will probably hurt. One, two, three!” with a yank the tape was off your face.

“Oww!” you groaned as your face started to sting.

“Sorry dude.” He answered and went on tackling your hands, “what is this, super tape?” he asked as he too struggled against the tape.

“I don’t know, but if it was just duct tape, I would’ve freed myself ages ago.” You struggled against the tape to try and help Nino get it off. Suddenly the tape was loose and your arm flew forwards, accidentally punching Nino in the chest. “Oh my gosh Nino I’m so sorry!”

“It’s fine.” He laughed and started on the other hand, except a bit more to the side. This process repeated for the last three pieces of tape until you were free.

“I’m free!” you shouted excitedly and raised your arms in victory.

Nino laughed, “come on, let’s get back to class.”

                                                      ...

You were at home working on your homework. Ladybug and Chat Noir still hadn’t captured the Evillustrator. You sighed and sent the image of your notes to Nathaniel. Ms. Mendeleev was just too tough on him. Actually, she was just overall a really angry and cranky teacher.

“So, (y/n).” You screamed and fell out of your chair as a voice came from your window. It was the Evillustrator, and with a few flicks of his pen your window disappeared and he walked into your room. You couldn’t do anything but stare at him dumbfounded. “You’re my best friend right?”

“What? I mean, of course.” You shakily got back onto your chair, “what’s with this sudden question?”

“What should I do for a date.”

“Huh?” you almost shouted, “a date?”

He winced at how loud you were, “with Marinette.”

“Oh,” you visibly deflated, “of course. A moonlit stroll is kind of cliche.” You thought out loud, “but I think the moon is out tonight. So that would actually be kind of cute.”

“I was thinking, riding down the Seine on a boat?” he asked uncertainly.

You gaped, “yep. That’ll definitely do it. Add candles and dinner and you’re practically golden. Fairy lights would definitely add to the theme, and if you want to be cheesy. Flowers.”

He nodded as you listed off ideas, “that’s great! Thanks (y/n)!” he hugged you before jumping out of the window.

“Yeah.” You quietly agreed wistfully. You snapped back into reality as you realized you still had a gaping hole for a window, “at least fix the window!” You groaned and laid back onto your bed. Your heart hurt as the entire weight of the situation settled. Nathaniel, the boy you were hopelessly in love with, was hopelessly in love with Marinette. You were already being rejected and you hadn’t even confessed yet.

You ended up going to sleep early that night. With your homework unfinished, your window a gaping hole, and your heart hurting.

                                                     ...

“So, how’d that date go?” you asked as you roughly sat down next to Nathaniel the next day.

“Date? What date?” he questioned in confusion. He turned to you with blue eyes wide in confusion.

“I uh, I mean nothing.” You blushed and turned away from him. You rested your face on your hand and spaced out as you looked at the floor. He didn’t remember anything from being the Evillustrator. Not the date, not the fact that he left you taped to a wall.

“What’s wrong (y/n)?” Nathaniel placed a hand on your shoulder and tried to get you to look at him.

“It’s nothing,” you sighed.

“Please,” he begged, “we’re best friends. I thought we told each other everything?”

“Except the fact that you’re obviously hopelessly in love with Marinette.” You snapped back bitterly. Your eyes widened and you clapped your hands over your mouth. He looked to be just as shocked. “I’m sorry I need to go!” you nearly screamed as you ran out of the classroom.

“(y/n)! Wait!” he called as he ran after you. He caught up to you and grabbed your hand, “please (y/n). Wait.” He panted

“I’m sorry Nathaniel.” You whimpered and tore yourself out of his grasp.

“Please, tell me what’s wrong.” He called down the hall.

You stopped running and turned around, but made sure to keep quite a bit of space between you two. “I’m sorry Nathaniel. It just hurts that you’re hopelessly in love with another girl.”

“I’m not hopelessly in love with Marinette.” He told you eagerly, “she’s just a very good model. I like to draw her.”

“Oh,” you weren’t entirely convinced. You didn’t want to sound like a brat, but what about you?

He seemed to notice your hesitation, “I didn’t draw you because there was no way any of my drawings could come close to portraying how pretty you are.” Your jaw dropped and you froze. Your mind couldn’t think of anything to say. “Sorry. I don’t think that really helped. I really like you (y/n), but it doesn’t seem like that feeling is reciprocated.” He turned around sadly and started to walk back to the room.

You snapped out of your daze and ran back to him before launching yourself to hug him, “silly.” You whispered to him, “I love you too.”

“Really?” he asked in shock and turned back around to face you.

You placed your forehead on his forehead, “of course. Why would I ever lie to you?” Both of you smiled at each and let your lips melt together in a kiss.

Masterlist (Originally posted in 2018)

[write-orflight]

Light the Lamp: Chapter 3

**Gif Not Mine**

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Pairings: Bucky Barnes X Reader (Friends to Lovers, College/Hockey AU

Rating: M

Words: 2.2K

Warnings:  College kids being college kids, no warnings really, swearing.

Request: OPEN/CLOSED

Summary:  Love and Hockey were kind of the same, everyone’s just rushing to score. So why couldn’t you?

A.N Only 1 chapter and an epilogue left reply/inbox for taglist. don’t message it’s hard to keep track. let me know if you like it. much love, Cia

Chapter 3: 3rd Quarter 

It’s been a couple of weeks since the fight and things were pretty much back to normal. Bucky was coming off probation and he’d be back on the ice in the next game. The two of you seemed relatively back to normal as well. You and Bucky didn’t fight as much, you’d meet in the mornings for coffee and drinks in the evenings after practice, along with Peggy and Cap. You were finally back in the swing of things or as much as you could be with the unpredictability of college. Which is why when you got a D on your chemistry test you found yourself walking to the rink at 3AM, hoping a nice long skate would destress you as well as tire you out. 

You had your headphones blaring heavy metal as you leisurely skated around the semi-lit rink, doing turns every now and then. Your mom was a figure skating coach so you grew up in the sport but stopped around 13 so you weren’t olympic good but you had a few tricks up your sleeve. You mainly did it for fun now, or in this case times of extreme stress. You were mid-turn when you thought you saw a figure shrouded in the darkness. You screeched in terror, the same terror that made you lose your balance and fall flat on your butt. 

“Oh my god.” A voice says, entering the rink and skating fast towards you. You look up to see one of the second string right wingers, standing above you with a look of concern.  “Are you okay? I’m sorry, I wasn’t trying to scare you. I was just watching.” He must see the weird look that crosses your face because he holds his hands up in surrender. “I meant, I was here to skate and I saw you skating so I watched… figured I’d wait until you were done.” He offers an arm towards you to help you up which you accept knowing that you were going to bruise terribly. 

“No one else is supposed to be in the rink at all at this time.” You say, crossing your arms. 

“Well, you're here.” He says, defensively. 

“Well, I’ve had a shit day and my dad’s the coach.” You say. “How did you get in?” 

“Happy gave me a key so I could practice a little more.” He shrugs. Happy Hogan was the assistant coach to your dad and not really known for sticking his neck out for the kids on the team. 

“Happy doesn’t do anything for anyone. Why would he help you?” You ask, confused. 

The boy awkwardly lifts a hand to scratch through his hair. “He’s kinda dating my aunt… May Parker, she teaches studio art.” 

“Oh yea, I think my roommate’s in her class. Good on Happy, she’s hot.” You say, shrugging at the weird expression he gives you before starting to skate around the rink again. You look confused when the boy starts falling into step with you. 

“Well, I know I’m here because I’m trying to get to first string.” The boy says skating a little ahead before turning to look at you while skating backwards. “But you never said why you’re here at 3AM.” 

You blow a breath. “I flunked my Chemistry test and it’s going to fuck up my grade in the class. He offered to let me retake it but I studied my ass off and I still didn’t understand. I might as well accept that I'm never going to get it.” 

The boy hums. “Who’s your Chemistry teacher?” 

“Mr. Stark, why?” 

“Oh, I’m close with Mr. Stark. I took his Chemistry class last year and I got an A. I’m pretty good at it. Maybe I can tutor you and help you out?” He offers. 

You hum for a second. “How are you close with Mr. Stark?” 

“He kinda also had a thing for my Aunt.” 

“She is hot.” You say, with a knowing expression. 

“I’m going to choose to ignore that.” The boy smiles. “Do you want help or not?” 

“Yea, yes actually. I’d appreciate it…” You trail off for a second. “I’m sorry I never got your name?” 

“Oh, uh.. It’s Peter. Peter Parker.” He says, stretching a hand out. 

You go to shake it. “Oh, yea. Spider-Boy!” You say, his nickname suddenly entering your memory again. 

“It’s actually just Spider, or even Spider-Man. I’m almost 21 now for pete’s sake.”   

“Hmm, I think Spider-Boy sounds better.” You tease. 

“Yea, and Ice Baby has a real nice ring to it.” Peter teases right back. 

You hold your hands up in mock surrender. “Touche, Touche.” You laugh. “Hey, why do they call you Spider-Boy anyway?” 

“I think it’s because when I skate it’s in a kind of web like pattern--” 

“I heard it was because you ran from a spider in the locker room.” 

“That spider was fucking humongous! It could’ve been radioactive!”

You laugh loudly at that as the two of you skate leisurely around the dark arena. 

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You and Peter saw each other regularly after that. Between your last class and the boys' practices, the two of you would be in the library. Peter would help you understand organic compounds and then the two of you would walk into the arena together. It wasn’t a surprise when people started to notice, you weren’t exactly being discreet. 

You were talking to Peter by the Door of the rink before practice started about the practice quiz you had questions about. Bucky, who was lacing up his skates from across the rink, couldn’t help but notice Peter talking to you with an excited expression and flailing arms. Bucky rolled his eyes, the kid was known to run his mouth and it seemed that you had become his recent victim. Only you weren’t looking too victim-like. Bucky’s eyes narrowed as he saw you stuff your hands in your pockets and lean in slightly, listening to Peter. He knew that look, he’d seen you do it to countless guys before. You were starting to like Peter and Bucky could tell. Bucky nudged Steve with his elbow. 

“You see that?” He says, pointing in your direction. 

“Yea, Parker slacking? PETER! GET ON THE ICE OR YOU’RE DOING DRILLS ALL PRACTICE!” Steve yells to the kid, who apologizes profusely before throwing a quick smile back to you which you returned, watching him skate off. 

“No, not that. Did you see the way Y/N/N was looking at him? She’s got a crush.” Bucky says, trying to cover up the disappointment in his tone with teasing. He didn’t know when he admitted it to himself. Maybe it was midway through his argument with Sharon, maybe it was when he woke up with you in his arms sleeping, smelling like vanilla and sunsets. But he had a thing for you, a major thing. He kept it to himself not to ruin your friendship or even your friend group but he knew deep down he was starting to fall in love with you. So watching you flirt with Parker hurt. 

“I didn’t but that’s a good thing, Bucky. Parker’s not a bad guy and Y/N hasn’t liked anyone in a while. Let her enjoy this.” Cap said, slapping a hand on his shoulder blade. Steve was right, just because Bucky didn’t have a chance doesn’t mean he had to ruin everyone else’s so he let it go. 

“Soo….” Peggy says as you return to your seat in the bleachers. 

“Don’t start.” You warn. 

“I’m not saying anything.” Peggy says, holding her hands up defensively. “You and Parker are cute though.”  

“He’s just helping me with Chemistry.” 

“Yea, I bet.” Peggy jokes, you roll your eyes at that. “It’s okay to let yourself enjoy things, you know?” 

“I just… I don’t want to put myself out there to get hurt again.” 

“I’m pretty sure Peter couldn’t hurt a fly but if you want it, go for it. What’s the worst that could happen?” 

You sighed, looking onto the ice where you saw Peter skate by and wave at you before instantly getting checked and falling over. You couldn’t help the small laugh that escaped you. 

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After weeks of library trips and late nights, you skip into the library to meet Peter at your usual table. When he sees you, he gives you a bright smile that leaves you weak for a second before you remember what you were there to do. You hold up your retaken Chemistry test with a bright red ‘A’ on the front. 

“I Aced my retake!” You yell, excitedly. Peter is up cheering with you, instantly scooping you up in his arms and spinning you around excitedly until the two of you are shushed by the bored librarian behind the desk. You both say quick apologies before he grabs his bag. 

“Come on, let’s go celebrate.” He says, grabbing your hand and running out of the library. “How about dinner?” He asks. 

“Oh my god, yes, I’m starving! O’Malley’s?” 

“Sure if that’s what you want.”  

“I’m kinda craving a burger. Let me text Steve and Buck and see if they’re hungry too.” 

“Actually…” Peter starts, you turn back to look at him, eyebrow raised confusedly. “I was hoping that it… could just be us.” He says, awkwardly. 

That only makes you more confused, he couldn’t be asking you… could he?

 “Like a…?” You start. 

“A date.” Peter nods. “That’s i-if you want it to be one.” 

“Uh-y-yea, I’d really like that.” You say, tugging a piece of hair behind your ear. “I just would’ve dressed better… and showered. I ran straight here from my retake. Can we meet back here in an hour?” You ask. 

“How about I just meet you back at your apartment?” Peter asks, you nod and the two of you go your separate ways. 

You practically sprint to your apartment, taking the stairs two at a time. You run into your apartment almost missing Bucky sitting on your couch before you do a double take. 

“What’re you doing here, Buck?” You ask, out of breath. 

“It’s Thursday.” He says, like it’s obvious. “We always watch Bake-Off on thursday.” 

“No, I watch Bake-Off on Thursdays and you pretend you don’t like it.” You correct. 

“Whatever, are you gonna sit down or not?” 

“I-uh, I can’t tonight.” You say, guiltily. Why did you feel guilty? You didn’t do anything. 

“Why not?” 

“I have a date.” 

That makes Bucky sit up. “With who?” 

“Parker.”  

“I’ll kill him.” 

“I’ll tell Steve.” You counter. “Or worse, Peggy.” That makes Bucky roll his eyes. 

“Seriously though, Parker?” 

“What’s wrong with Parker?” 

That makes him pause. “He just doesn’t seem like your type.” Bucky shrugs. 

“Well, he’s nice to me, he makes me laugh, and he’s sweet to me so that sounds like exactly my type.” You narrow your eyes at the loud laugh that escapes Bucky. “Now what’s that?” 

“Come on, Y/N. Your type is not nice guys.” 

“Well, maybe it should be.” You say, exasperated. “God, Bucky, what is your problem?” 

“My problem?” He asks, pointing to himself in confusion. 

“Yes! You do this every time someone likes me, you have an issue with it. There’s always something wrong with it. Xavier, I understood a little. Brock, I understand but there’s literally nothing wrong with Peter. What is it that you have a problem with every guy I date? Seriously Buck, what is it--” 

“They’re not me.” Bucky interrupts, looking you intensely in the eye. The room became so quiet that you could hear a pin drop. 

“W-what?” You say, in confusion. 

“No guy is never going to be good enough for you to me because they’re not going to treat you how I think you should be treated, how I would treat you.” 

“Bucky…” You say, trying to turn away from the man but his hand circles your wrist, giving you an intense look.

“I think I’m in love with you, Y/N.” he whispers, like it was a secret he was keeping from himself, rather than you.

“Bucky, I--” You’re interrupted by a knock on the door. You both stop and look over at the door and back at each other. Bucky silently begging you to please say something. 

“I-I have to go, Buck.” You say, looking him in the eyes. 

Bucky nods, letting go of your wrist and letting you go to the door. 

“Hey, didn’t feel like changing?” Peter asks, noticing you’re in the same attire as before. 

“Yea, sorry. I hope it’s okay.” You say. 

“Oh it’s more than okay. You look amazing in anything.” He smiled. You hear Bucky sigh behind you moving to pick up his bag and jacket. ��Oh, Bucky I didn’t see you back there. How’s it going?” 

“I’m just leaving.” Bucky says, to walk out the door. 

“Bucky wa--” 

“Have fun on your date, Y/N.” Bucky cuts you off, in a broken tone. “Please.” he adds before practically running out your door. 

Peter looks after him confused. “What’s his deal?” 

You can’t help the broken feeling that enters your chest but you shake it off. You had a date with the guy you’ve had a crush on for months Bucky couldn’t ruin this for you. Not this time. 

“Who knows? Are you ready to go?” You say, grabbing your jacket. Peter nods and the two of you walk side by side out of the apartment, leaving Bucky’s confession behind. 

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[cassanovancats]

felicitate. one.

WARNING: JJK spoilers. canon-typical violence.

prologue < current > two

Nov. 2016

“Didja hear about the new transfer student starting today?” Panda asked, poking his head into your room. You push him out of the doorway and lead the way outside where you collect Inumaki and Maki to walk to class together.

You hummed slightly before answering, “Not really. Nii-chan said he wanted to surprise us with him.”

“He stuffed four - four, you guys! - of his classmates into a locker.”

“Killed them?” Maki asks, shifting her weapons case to sit higher on her shoulder. Inumaki leans over, interested.

“Nope! Only ‘severe’ injuries,” Panda explains, using his claws to make quotation marks around the word severe.

“I wonder what his lineage is. If he’s a transfer then he probably doesn’t have an inherited technique. Maybe we both can train together!” Your steps get a little lighter at the thought of adding to your harem. Maki glares at you as if she heard your thoughts and gives an audible hmph.

“If he’s cocky about being the strongest at some bumpkin junior high, I’ll rough him up.” Maki declares. “I bet you’re too tired to even train today, (y/n).”

“Salmon.”

You gasp dramatically. “Even you, Toge-kun? I can’t believe my favorite partner would do me like that. You both know it’s a Monday, I only did five kilometers this morning, thank you very much. And if you would actually join me sometime, you would understand that’s an easy distance.” You toss your hair and point your nose upward sarcastically.

Inumaki rolls his eyes, “Bonito flakes.”

“What he said,” Maki nods. “It's bad enough you convinced Gojo we have to run laps to warm-up before training.” You pout at such blatant rebuffs. Another failed attempt to get a workout buddy. Not that any of your classmates were weak, quite the opposite, they just kept training to what they saw as most essential - cursed techniques and fighting.

“You wouldn’t want them on your run anyways,” Panda says, trying to cheer you up, “You’d just leave them in the dust and end up alone on your trail anyways.” You chuckle at the annoyed noise Maki makes and move to enter the classroom first. As always, you claim the desk furthest from the door and closest to the window. Inumaki sits next to you, a habit from when you both met as children at clan meetings, Maki next to him, and Panda by the door.

You toss your jacket across the back of your chair and breathe in relief. The terrible things were so heavy and while it was great in the winter, November was still too hot to be covered in fabric. You smooth your skirt across your thighs to cover more skin and turn to ask Inumaki a question about the homework when Satoru slams the door of the classroom open. “Transfer student incoming! Let’s get this party -,” he trails off seeing the bored look on everyone’s face, “-started? (y/n), explain why you’re not totally pumped.”

You raise an eyebrow, “Are you asking as my brother or my teacher right now?”

“I heard he’s a punk. I have no interest in being nice to that kind of guy.” Maki interrupts.

“Salmon.”

Satoru pouts when you nod and Panda remains silent. “Whatever.” he turns and cups his hand around his mouth to yell at the closed door. “Come on in now!”

A deep sense of dread settles in your stomach when the door inches open. You and Inumaki share a look and he is already reaching to push up his sleeve and pull down his zipper. The boy who walks in is hunched in over himself and would be cute if not for the enormous curse hanging onto his back. The monster sneers with elongated teeth over his shoulder while he makes his introduction. Although neither makes an offensive move, every student makes one choreographed movement to circle around him in a defensive measure. Maki thrusts her blade into the blackboard behind Yuta Okkotsu. “Don’t you know you’re cursed?” She sneers at him down the staff, “We learn about curses here. It’s not a place for people who are cursed.”

Satoru doesn’t move an inch when he begins the spiel you’ve heard a million times: where curses originate, how sorcerers exorcise them, and how Jujutsu High trains each generation of sorcerers. It’s clear he didn’t explain this to Yuta, as the already pale boy becomes almost translucent. You take a step back, still hesitant about what must be a special-grade curse, but trusting that your brother would never endanger you. Well, at least not to the point of possible death. If he brought Yuta to your class, there must be a reason.

But then two giant arms emerge from the blackboard to grab Maki’s weapon from her hands. An ominous voice that makes you suddenly nauseous warns, “Don’t bully Yuta!” The arms swipe your friends onto their backs in one smooth movement. Panda thumps against the wall and Inumaki slides across the floor, hitting his head on an upturned desk. Maki stumbles backwards, shocked at the easy strength of the curse.

“Stop!” The technique you borrowed from Inumaki forces everyone in the room to freeze and you fall to your knees coughing, suddenly exhausted. Your brother breaks your hold and moves away from where he leaned against his desk when he first entered the room to offer you a hand. You stand on shaky legs as he explains how Yuta came to be cursed. Satoru allows you to clasp both hands onto the one still supporting you, allowing his technique to be borrowed and releasing the hold you had on your classmates.

You move to stand with them in solidarity as they gather to their feet. Maki takes the role of your pillar, allowing you to stand slightly behind her and grip the back of her jacket, while Inumaki hands you a cough drop from his pocket. You nod a thanks, still unable to speak. God, you need to train with his technique more. He can get at least three strong commands out before being incapacitated.

“They’re going through a rebellious phase, so let me introduce everyone. First is my precious lil sister, Gojo (y/n). She copies techniques by touch, so ignore how handsy she gets.” Satoru smiles and winks behind his blindfold, “Maki Zen’in. Cursed tool user; she uses special tools to exorcise curses. Cursed speech user Toge Inumaki, (y/n) copied his technique in that little show. His vocab is limited to rice ball ingredients. And Panda.” He points at each of you as he travels down the line. Yuta moves to join where the four of you had previously stood united against him. “Wow! Five first years! That's the biggest class in a while. Yaga must be so jealous the great Gojo-san can recruit so many talented young ones.” Satoru mimes wiping a tear from his blindfolded eyes and you roll your own at his self-praise. Yuta nervously (maybe curiously? nervous is the most common reaction) eyes Panda.

By now, you can mostly stand on your own, but gesture for another cough drop from Inumaki. He indulges you, though reluctantly. You make a mental note to buy a pack to refill both your own and his pocket stashes. But first, an afternoon practical where you’re paired with your brother. A pairing which means you two will just take the Gojo family card for a trip around whatever district you’ll be traveling to. Not that you’d ever complain about that. Inumaki and Panda are paired together, which leaves Maki and the new kid. Yuta moves to stand in front of Maki (and you, by default, since you’re still slightly hidden behind her) and says quietly, “I’m, uh, looking forward to working with you.” He manages a shaky smile.

Maki narrows her eyes. “You were bullied, right?” He visibly shakes but doesn’t respond. “Thought so. You’re totally bully-able. Probably because of the curse. You act like such a good person but it feels fake; it feels gross. You’re being protected, why act like a victim?” You elbow her side with a frown but she carries on. “I bet you’ve been passive your whole life. No goals. No aspirations. Jujutsu High ain’t that easy.”

Panda takes a step to stand firmly next to Yuta and places a giant paw on his shoulder. “That’s enough, Maki.” Inumaki agrees sternly.

“Fine. Whatever,” she scratches at her head, embarrassed at being reprimanded by each of her classmates. She is the first one to leave the room, not waiting for Gojo’s dismissal. Not like each of you don’t know the routine for missions.

The class begins to trickle out slowly and you hesitate before grabbing Yuta’s wrist to tug him gently back into the room. “I wanted to apologize. Maki isn’t always nice, but I promise she’s one of the kindest souls I know. I’m glad you joined our class, Yuta-san.” You smile in a way you hope reassures him. You walk away quickly, hoping to still have time to grab a pair of shorts from your dorm. You think you might just let a curse kill you if you have to fight in a skirt again after accidentally flashing your underwear at Panda last mission. Due to leaving so fast, you miss the sight of Yuta’s frozen body burning up in a deep blush.

The six of you arrive at an elementary school without any more fights in the car. Just a thick, awkward silence. Yuta seems sweaty and is constantly wiping his palms on his pants as the group approaches the building. Gojo-sensei gives the usual mission brief, explaining how children have recently started going missing and two curses are responsible. Team Panda will be responsible for one, Team Maki for the other. “And what will Team Gojo be doing?” Maki asks, raising a sarcastic eyebrow.

“Keeping an eye on the perimeter, of course! (y/n), if you will.” You nod and begin the chant to create a curtain.

“W-what is that? it’s turning to night!” Yuta yells.

“That is a curtain. It’ll make you guys invisible to the outside world and reveal the curses inside.” Gojo-sensei pats Yuta reassuringly on the shoulder. You follow him to stand outside of the curtain. Before it closes your classmates in, Gojo adds, “Don’t go dying on us now.”

You snort and hit your brother's arm. “You shouldn’t scare him like that. Poor boy looked like he was going to faint. So, are we leaving or actually keeping an eye on them?”

“I’m curious about how Rika will react when Yuta is in actual danger. Let’s wait,” he replies. You nod and move to sit cross-legged on the hood of the car while Satoru leans against the side. “...This also gives time for your precious Nii-chan to catch up on gossip. Has sweet Toge caught onto your crush yet?”

You flush and cross your arms across your chest. Moving to angle your body away from him, you pout and petulantly say, “There’s no crush. We’re just good partners. He's the only one of my classmates I can actually take a technique from, so of course I spend time training with him!”

Satoru smiles and hums, “No need to be so defensive. You know I approve if there was a crush though, right?” You just nod, relieved he was letting it drop so easily. “Although, your poor brothers might get jealous if we get even less time with you. We’re your best partners ever, after all.”

“Of course, Nii-chan. You know Team Gojo is undefeatable,” you say. Suddenly, both of you startle and whip your heads towards a point behind the curtain. Even without copying Satoru’s six-eyes, you can see the sudden burst of cursed energy. The wave of power makes you so nauseous, you turn your head and gag slightly.

“Freaky,” Satoru chuckles. “So that's the true identity of special grade cursed spirit Rika Orimoto. Women sure are scary.”

“If he lost control of her, something must be wrong,” you hop up from your seat and step forward to dismiss the curtain.

Yuta steps through the curtain right as your hand reaches out to dash the veil away. The sight startles you. He's covered in the usual grime from missions but it’s how he collapses on top of two children he obviously carried out and the unconscious Maki draped over his back that scares you. You move to untangle the limbs and check Maki for injuries while Satoru steps forward, in teacher-mode again, and says, “Welcome back. You did it.”

You stick your hand out impatiently gesturing for the first aid kit kept in the car. When Gojo places it in your hands, you rush to tourniquet Maki’s leg where there’s an obvious gouge in the flesh. Gojo continues to talk with Yuta, likely a debrief, while you move onto the two children. Neither has any wounds that you can treat - they’re obviously cursed but that requires Auntie Shoko’s technique. You report all of this to your brother and he instructs the driver to be sure to take everyone back to school. He tells you to be sure to help ‘Ieiri-san’ with the children, and while you wrinkle your nose at the formality (Auntie Shoko has never separated her role in your personal life from her role in your training), you easily agree. With some effort and not much help from an exhausted Yuta, you manage to get all four into a car. You slide into the passenger seat and nod to signal the driver to start the car.

After copying her reversed healing cursed technique, the pair of you don’t take long to heal the children and Maki. Maki regained consciousness while you were working on her, nearly kicking you in the face. She gave you a short debrief of what had happened and, knowing she was now okay, you took great delight in teasing her for messing up her first chance to impress your new classmate. “Oh man, Toge-kun is going to love this. I can't believe Miss ‘I’ll rough him up’ got swallowed! You completely fucked up a first impression,” you cackled and dodged her kick. Shoko gave you an exasperated look from across one of the kid’s hospital beds.

“Leave my patients alone, (y/n). Go tell your idiot brother everyone is fine.”

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[honeynutouran]

Thanks (Shinso x reader)

Summary: You had taken an interest in Shinso during the sports festival and wanted to help him get into the hero program.

Word Count: 1.7k

Female reader x Shinso

Y/N = your name

A/N: I have been enjoying all the Shinso content in season five and have been wanting to write about him for a while now and this seemed like the perfect time.

Warning: Some spoilers, fluff, and unedited.

After the sports festival, you did not understand how Hitoshi Shinso was not in the hero program. He had made it further than you and you were in the notorious class 1A. Even during his fight with Midoriya, your classmate and friend, you were a little upset when he lost. You thought maybe it was because you felt bad for him that everyone always assumed, he would be a good villain, or that you understood how he felt because before entering the hero course people said that about you too. But unlike Shinso you had a quirk that let you get in based on the entrance exam. After the sports festival, you tried to track down the purple-haired boy, but it was not as easy as you had hoped. Luckily on your way to class one day, you spotted him walking alone.

“Hey, Shinso!” you yelled after him, causing him to look your way.

“Uh, yeah?” he asked confused, and you realized you had never talked to him before.

“Oh sorry, I’m Y/N. Nice to meet you. I just wanted to tell you that you did a great job at the sports festival. I know what it’s like to get judged based on your quirk.” You smiled at the boy and extended your hand to him. He looked at it for a second and shook your hand.

“Thanks, nice to meet you too Y/N.” he replied looking down, unsure of how to feel about the situation he shoved both hands in his pockets and continued to walk to class.

“If you ever want to train or something, I’d be glad to help out, since I’m in the hero course I’m sure you could join me.” You offered, wanting to help Shinso out.

“That could be cool. I have been training some myself already. I really do want to be a hero. I have to get to class though.” He waved to you as he headed toward general studies.

You watched him as he walked off and hoped you didn’t come off too strong. You put yourself in his shoes and blushed at how awkward that actually was. But for some reason, you really did hope he would train with you sometime and that he would at least talk to you again. It was not long until you run into him again, this time it was at lunch and against your better judgment, you asked if you two could sit together.

“Thanks for letting me sit with you. Sorry if this is awkward, I just wanted to get to know you more.” You explained sitting down across from him.

“It’s okay, but why do you want to know me more?” he asked, taking a drink of his water.

“You reminded me of me.” You said like it was an obvious answer, but he just looked at you waiting for more of a reply. “Back in middle school people always said my quirk would be more suited for a villain than a hero, of course, that all stopped when I get into the hero program. But I do know how you feel. Fortunately for me, my quirk is ‘flashy’ I guess.” You put air quotes around the word flashy as you explained.

“At least you got into the hero program.” He rolled his eyes.

“Yeah, but that’s why I want to train with you. I think you have great potential, and you deserve to be in the hero program, please.” You begged to try to give him puppy dog eyes.

“Fine, because I want to make it myself.” He smirked back and you smiled and ate your food.

A few days had passed, and it was finally time to train with Shinso, you had asked Mr. Aizawa if it would be okay if he trained with you and he said it would not be a problem. You had been eating lunch with Shinso every day since he agreed to train together and you were looking forward to seeing how he has been working on his quirk.

“I am not sure I want to brainwash you.” He said as you both entered the training room.

“Why not?” you asked, he did not seem like one who would hold back in a fight.

“I just want to try working on my fighting skills for now.” He replied scratching the back of his neck.

“Alright but, I don’t mind as you use your quirk on me, in training at least.” You said walking over to him. “Hey, are those- “

“Yeah, I’ve been wanting to try it out.” He cut you off wrapping the binding cloth around his neck.

“Well played Shinso.” You said before you two started training.

The training was not quite how you expected it. After you two were done, he explained that Aizawa had been helping him out with combat training and made sure you wouldn’t tell anyone. You agreed and were surprised by how quickly he had picked up this new fighting style. Soon enough you two were training together as much as possible and both of you were greatly improving. You also noticed that the more time you spent with Shinso the harder it was to say goodbye to Shinso. Even if it was at lunch and you knew you would see him in a few hours for training.

“Hey, Y/N do you want to hang out at my dorm after we train today?” Shinso asked as you walked to the training grounds.

“Yeah, that sounds like fun.” You smiled back and you saw a slight blush appear on Shinso’s cheeks.

“Awesome, we can watch a movie or something.” He said looking down to avoid eye contact. As you walked you noticed that the gap between you keep getting smaller and smaller your hands kept brushing against one another. Every time they touched you wished he would grab your hand but before either of you had the guts to do so, you made it to your destination.

After training, you practically ran to the locker room to take a fast shower and change. You took probably the fastest shower of your entire life and almost put your shirt on backward. By the time you walked out Shinso was waiting for you his appearance also in a disarray.

“What took you so long?” he joked as you huffed your way over to him.

“That was only five minutes.” You complained, but you couldn’t hide the blush you were trying to contain. Once again every step you took the gap between you closed. This time Shinso had his hand in his jacket pocket. You were jealous once your blush faded you realized you had forgotten your jacket and it was not the warmest out, you shivered.

“Are you cold?” Shinso asked looking over at you.

“A little, I forgot to grab my jacket. But it’s okay I..” Your words stopped when you felt Shinso wrap his jacket around your shoulders and his arm pull you into his side.

“Is this okay?” he asked rubbing your arm.

“This is completely one hundred percent okay.” You blushed melting into his side. Once you made it to his dorm you started to hand his jacket back, but he held a hand up to stop you.

“It looks better on you, keep it.” You shrugged at his words and slipped the jacket back on. He put a movie on and sat on his bed motioning for you to sit next to him. “You can sit here, it’s more comfortable than the floor.” He smirked.

“I would hope so.” You smirked back and joined him on the bed. It was a bit awkward at first as you just sat next to each other shoulders touching. “You know I said it was okay right?” you asked after a few minutes. He turned his head toward you and smiled as he put his arm around you pulling you into him once again.

“So, do you want to go out, with me?” he asked as you were practically spooning.

“Yes, Toshi I would love to.” You almost laughed as you wondered if he thought you would actually say no.

A few months had passed since you and Shinso had started going out and it was time for the joint training with Classes 1A and 1B. Unlike the rest of your peers, you were not surprised at Shinso’s arrangement and tried to hold in your smile at his speech. No one else really knew about the two of you yet and although neither of you wanted to hide it, it just never really got out. So you were just glad to watch your boyfriend finally get a shot at entering the hero program. You loved watching everyone’s reactions to how much he had improved and took in some pride of helping him. When he finished his first round after he talked with the teachers you ran over to him and practically jumped into his arms.

“Toshi you did such a great job I am so proud of you!” you exclaimed still hugging your boyfriend.

“Ha, Toshi. I was right you are popular with the ladies.” Kaminari smirked from behind you, making fun of the nickname you called Shinso.

“Well, I wouldn’t say, ladies, just Y/N since she is my girlfriend.” Shinso practically bragged to Kaminari.

“Good for you man, you gotta teach me your ways,” Kaminari replied and you questioned how you felt about this new friendship.

“I am not sure that is information I can share,” Shinso said as he grabbed your hand. “Since I’m not so sure myself.” He said low enough so only you could hear.

“Hey, you still have another round, are you going to be ready for that.” You asked once you realized unlike everyone else, he had double duty.

“Yeah, I’ll be fine don’t worry about me when you still have a round yourself.” He squeezed your hand before letting go and ushered you toward your group.

After the long day of joint training, you went over to Shinso’s dorm to tell him how proud of him you were and how he would for sure make it into the hero course.

“Hello, Kitten.” He said as you entered his dorm.

“I am very proud of you.” You said hugging him once again.

“It’s all thanks to you… and Mr. Aizawa but I don’t want to kiss him.” He said before leaning down and giving you a tender kiss. “I love you Y/N.” he smiled before kissing you again.

“And I love you.” You said in-between kisses.