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chxrrylime · 2 years

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So…I have this whirling thought that’s literally plaguing my mind…I always thought of Billy being one of those service dom’s but with a bit more…control? Maybe after playing basketball, and he’s amped up and slightly sweaty and…having you near him got him so riled up, he has to pull those little green shorts of your’s down and treat that ass like it was made for him…(Billy with a M!reader Pwease 😘💕)

Sorry that this took so long, and that it's a little short. Still trying to get back into the swing of things, but feel free to send another prompt if you're not satisfied (especially if it's Billy-related I love my evil hunk).

↪ 1781 words — 18+ / SMUT — tw for crying, breath play, creampies, mild spanking, rushed preparation, semi-public sex, overstimulation, spit kink, and man-handling.

Content tags — cis male submissive reader / cis male dominant Billy / locker room sex, penetrative sex, anal sex, analingus, fingering.

You stand under the spray of water. The pressure is lackluster, but the heat of it soothes your sore muscles. You’d spent the first 15 minutes after the game waiting for a certain blond, half-heartedly going through one of your study guides for a test coming up in algebra while your teammates went about showering and changing and getting ready to head home.

They pointedly ignored you. You didn’t care, more intrigued by the fact Billy hadn’t come in from the court yet. Maybe Coach was giving him another talk about being too aggressive during games. By the time you thought about going to check, the locker room had entirely cleared out. You had sighed and gotten up to shower.

You hastily dry your hair off with a spare towel. You go to grab your change of clothes and frown when you find your bag sopping wet, the traffic of dripping boys having dampened its contents. With a sigh you pull your little green gym shorts on, foregoing either option of underwear—damp with water or damp with sweat.

If Billy is a no-show, it means you have no ride home. Meaning you’d have to walk home half-naked in the cold. It was late September—only 6 PM—and the sun had already set. You wonder if any of your teachers have stayed this late. Maybe you could carpool with one of them. But it’s Friday, so you doubt anyone other than you and the janitor have stuck around so late.

You nearly jump out of your skin as the locker room door slams open, the heavy metal clanging loudly against the brick wall. There are arms around your waist before you can even turn to see who’s made an entrance, lifting you up with a roaring laugh.

You’d recognize that obnoxious laughter anywhere.

“Seriously, Billy!” You chide as he plants you back down, facing you towards the lockers with his sweaty chest pressing to your still slightly damp back.

“Did I scare you?” He chuckles, voice low against your ear. You shudder as he traces the shell of it with his tongue.

You sigh, feeling safe and content in his arms despite his prior behavior. He kisses wetly at your neck, nibbling gently at the skin there. It’ll leave a mark, but it doesn’t matter. No one will know it was him, but you will. That’s what matters to him.

“What took you so long?” You breathe, leaning your head to the side to expose more of your neck, giving him more to work with. He hums in approval.

“Impatient, are we?”

“Thought I was gonna have to walk home.”

“Hmm. Just wanted to make sure we’d be alone. You were stealing my thunder all night.”

You scoff lightly, looking over your shoulder to peer back at him. His pupils are blown wide with lust, and you can feel the outline of his cock starting to chub up against the cleft of your ass.

“So, what? Had to get me alone so you could punish me?” You joke. He grins, capturing your lips with his, kissing you chastely. He pulls back and stares at you with half-lidded eyes.

“I thought about it,” he comments idly, his hands trailing from where they’ve been resting on your pecs down to the hem of your shorts. He slowly lowers to his knees behind you, pulling your shorts down along with him. You instinctually plant your hands on the lockers and spread your legs as he nips at your ass. You can feel his grin against your flesh. “But you looked so hot, dominating the court like that. Had me half hard just watching you, baby.”

You let out a shaky sigh as he noses between your cheeks, licking a stripe up your balls and taint, his tongue trailing flatly over your hole. He hums against you and you moan at the vibrations.

He pulls away and you whine, his mouth lowering to lap at one of your balls, rolling the supple flesh along his tongue, suckling it into his mouth.

“Billy,” you gasp as he blows hot breath against you, creating a tingling sensation along with the feeling of his rapidly cooling saliva.

He hums, gripping your ass with big hands, spreading your cheeks apart to lick a few more stripes over your hole, “couldn’t stop thinking about you,” lick, “about this ass,” lick, “bending you over in front of everyone” lick, “and showing them you’re mine.”

You keen as he presses further forward, his tongue pushing into your hole, lapping and curling against your velvety insides. He laves at you like a feral dog, messy and wet. You can feel his drool spilling from his lips and down your balls. He moans against you, loud and filthy—like he could get off just from this.

He pulls back and spits on your hole, slipping a finger into you before you can protest at the loss of his mouth. You press your ass back as he pushes forward, the digit easily sliding all the way into you. He adds a second and you choke on a moan, fists clenched against the cold metal of the lockers.

“My dumb little whore,” Billy coos, thrusting his fingers in and out of you at a rapid pace. His free hand comes down palm first on your ass, the sting making you cry out, your thighs beginning to quiver.

He laughs and stands, keeping his fingers inside of you, pushing in a third. He grips tight at the nape of your neck, squeezing as he turns your head until you’re looking back over your shoulder at him. His fingers dig into your jaw until you let it fall open in an attempt to ease the painful pressure.

You expect him to kiss you, whining high and reedy when he instead parts his own lips, tilting your head up as he lets his spit drip onto your tongue. He smiles, still open-mouthed when he gives a wink and suddenly yanks his fingers free.

You gasp at the loss, the digits just as quickly replaced by the blunt head of his thick cock shoving into your fluttering hole. He forces you forward, awkwardly stumbling until you collide with the locker, your cheek pressed to the cool metal. He bars his forearm along the back of your neck, holding you in place while his other hand pulls your hips towards him, arching your back.

He slips deeper into you, stretching you around his girth. You moan low and long at the feeling, the slight burn that quickly turns to hazy pleasure as he pulls back out and slams back in. His pace is brutal, the rushed prep making you more aware of how full he makes you. You’ll probably have a limp after this.

You moan out a mantra of his name, an endless stream of slurred “Billy, Billy, Billy,”’s as he fucks into you. He laughs low and dangerous from behind you.

“You get so fucking stupid when I get my cock in you, huh?” He groans deeply, his cock twitching inside your tight walls. He presses flush against you for a moment, letting out a heavy breath as you feel wet heat flood your swollen hole.

Surprisingly quick for Billy, but you guess he’s been pent up all night.

But then—You whine, confused as he repositions, planting his feet before beginning to thrust into you again, his pace faster than before but not quite as harsh.

“C’mon,” he growls out, his sensitive cock pulsing as you clench around him. “You can take another, come on.”

His cum helps to slick the way, making the slide of his dick so much more pleasurable. His swollen cockhead drags along your prostate and you shout.

“There you go, there you go,” he breathes out in a rush, a hand coming around to stroke your sensitive flesh lightning-fast. You feel tears welling over and streaming warm and wet down your cheeks as you sob, broken little “ah, ah, ah!”’s escaping from your lips.

The hand barring down on your neck moves to grip your hip, his other arm wrapping around the front of your throat to hold you in a chokehold. You gasp for air, hands scrabbling at his forearm. He waits until you’re purple in the face before pulling off.

The rush of oxygen flooding your brain short circuits you. You let out a shrill cry as you come, spraying the walls with your release as he buries deep inside of you with a bellowing shout. You clench tight around him as he comes again, milking him of every last drop.

He holds you flush to him for a few moments, his arms wrapped around your torso as the two of you come down. You whimper when you feel his softening cock twitch against your sore and abused prostate. He moves his hands up to your shoulders, resting his head against your shoulder blades as he slips out of you.

You whine at the feeling of his cum swelling at your entrance. Your hole flutters as it begins to dribble out and Billy immediately drops to his knees once again, wasting no time in spreading your cheeks apart and licking into your hole, lapping up his own spend.

You mewl as he cleans your oversensitive ass, feeling about ready to pass out at all of the overstimulation setting your nerves alight. You feel lightheaded, seconds from your knees giving out as Billy finally pulls away with a final teasing lick.

He stands and turns you around so you’re facing him, pulling you with him as he walks back. The back of his knees bump the bench and he drags you down with him, positioning you so you’re kneeling, resting in his lap.

“Always so fucking good,” he murmurs. One of his hands cradles your head, pressing your face into the crook of his neck while he runs his fingers through your hair. His other hand squeezes and gropes at your ass, occasionally teasing the pad of his finger over your swollen hole and earning a pathetic whine from you.

You slowly start to regain your barrings, Billy gently rocking you in his arms. You’re not sure if he’s even aware that he’s humming, but he stops when you speak up.

“I’m blaming you when Coach asks why I can’t play next week,” you grumble, nipping playfully at his collarbone.

Billy laughs, pulling your head back until you’re face to face. He presses a slow, deep kiss to your lips before pulling away with another signature grin, “if things go my way this weekend, don’t think you’ll be showing up to practice at all.”

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kalee60 · 4 years

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i wish you would write a fic where jock!bucky seduces twink!steve, maybe he hits steve with that pec flex guys do that is both dick-ish and insanely hot at the same time?

Oh Manda - you absolute gorgeous gem! I very much like what you're asking me to create here 😘 I also love, love, love that you sent me a prompt!

I immediately think of sun, summer, ice cream, boys at the beach playing frisbee and our gorgeous Smol!Steve and Jock!Bucky as friends mutually pining (Ha - it's me, it was never going to be anything but this story!)

Once again, my quick little drabble (that I wrote today when I woke up {thanks to my sprinting buddies in discord}) turned into a 4k fic... But I mean - I think that's okay (more stucky for us - right?)

I hope you like where I took this, maybe in a slightly different direction than intended - it's also on ao3 here (with all tags necessary) if you prefer to check them out and read there instead, it'll be part of my stucky bingo fills - Beach and rated M for mild sexual content 😉

If you'd like a fic - here's the post - I wish you'd write a fic... (It might take me a little bit to write - but I will get there!)

Steve was in hell, literally. It was hot, he was sweaty and he was being tortured. Honestly, Steve really loved summer, but at the same time he loathed it. And most of that had to do with the fact he had to sit around in his large group of friends and watch Bucky fucking Barnes sans top and wearing only a small pair of running shorts frolic over the sand at the beach.

Life was unfair.

How could somebody like Bucky actually exist in real time? He was a complete jock for starters, his looks and size perfect for being naturally great at sports, earning him a football scholarship of his choice (of course). And Steve, well Steve Rogers was as far from a jock as anyone could get. Not that he was horrible in the fitness and muscular department, but he was too little and his asthma still played up to join rugged contact sports. Being 5’4 also didn’t particularly endear him to any of the coaches at college who were scouting for star players. Plus studying to be a high school teacher probably wasn’t sporty enough, and he was leaning towards a specialist English role, not Gym.

So Steve joined the campus gym instead of a sporting team, did weights and classes and enjoyed it immensely. It was where he met Natasha, and that fateful meeting brought him to Bucky and his dickish jock ways and friends.

Though if Steve was to be fair (of which he was - usually) not all jocks were dicks, even if Steve had preconceived notions from high school what college boys would be like. He'd been pleasantly surprised to find that the captain of the football team was not only gorgeous, cocky and a bit of a douche, but also very smart, kind and had a smile that could make Steve’s legs turn to jelly with only a small half tilt.

But it was as he sat on a towel under the shade of a large umbrella that Carol had stolen from her parent’s garden shed, that Steve really felt the heat, and it had nothing to do with the blazing sun above him and the burning sand beneath his feet.

It was all Bucky Barnes and his chest, his slim waist, his tanned olive skin, the breadth of his shoulders, the thickness of his sinewed and muscled thighs that tapered down to calves that bunched up as he jumped and landed to grab the frisbee aimed at him.

Steve sighed heavily as his gaze lingered on the brunette. Bucky Barnes was every mans wet dream, every girls perfect prince, and Steve pulled his dark sunnies over his eyes again, ignoring the pounding in his chest, the throbbing in his groin as he watched Bucky behind dark lenses spring up and prance over the sand, laughing with a wide mouth that could do sinful things to Steve’s body. The worst part was that Bucky was doing all of this with no knowledge that Steve harboured the biggest crush of his life.

It really was unfair.

Sitting back to lean on his hands, stretching his legs out, he saw Bucky glance over at him, and gave a smile. Bucky grinned back and then grappled Sam to the sand to yank the frisbee from his grip. Life wasn’t unfair because Bucky didn’t date guys, he did, very much so, and girls too from what Steve had seen, it was just the guys Bucky dated were typically more like… jocks.

Steve hunched over, trying to not stare too long and inadvertently get turned on, finding it an impossibility as his eyes wouldn’t tear away from Bucky’s frame as he bounded effortlessly over the soft sand, something Steve couldn’t do. He’d almost lost a lung from the trek over to their secluded spot earlier that day. Soft sand was the enemy - that was fact.

“Heads up.”

Startled from his thoughts by Bucky’s deep voice urgently calling out his way, Steve looked up only to see the frisbee coming straight for him. With a reaction that even surprised himself, Steve raised his hand and caught the flying disc with nary a blink of an eye.

Bucky was skidding to a halt on his knees before him a second later.

“Shit, Steve. That was epic, you sure you don’t want to play? You can be on my team - my secret frisbee weapon.”

Steve’s mouth went dry as he tried to listen to the words leaving Bucky, because the delectable man was less than two feet away and the smell of sunscreen, sweat and something virile and uniquely Bucky entered his senses. Steve knew that if sitting next to Bucky in the dining hall was torture when Bucky was wearing his spicy cologne, he’d keel over being enveloped in his sweaty beach scent for longer than a minute.

God he wanted Bucky to fill him, everywhere. Make him forget his name, take him over and over.

He realised that he still hadn’t answered and heat crept into his cheeks, managing to blurt out, “I’m good for now. Nat’s grabbing ice creams and I don’t want to get a stitch.”

Steve then gave Bucky what he hoped was a soft and cheeky winning grin, but the way Bucky faltered, swallowed tightly, face impassive made Steve wonder if he’d missed the mark on trying to be flirty.

He really was as hopeless as Darcy continually told him.

Steve’s eyes trailed down to Bucky’s broad and lightly haired chest, finding himself breathing quicker, wondering if he’d remembered to pack his inhaler. No, he was sure it was in the pocket of his backpack. Thank god, he might need it in the face of Bucky’s glorious muscles moving in his vision all day.

“If you’re sure,” Bucky finally said in a deep steady voice.

“Maybe later,” Steve stammered, holding up the frisbee with a shaky hand. He had to get a grip.

“Alright, later then, I’m holding you to that.” And Bucky took the disc from Steve’s grip and was off bounding towards Sam, Carol, Thor and Maria.

While Steve recalibrated his thoughts, Nat came back holding only one ice cream cone, licking it slowly with a sparkle in her eye as Clint trailed behind, wearing Nat’s beach bag and carrying the rest of the ice creams, and Steve worried she’d overestimated his balancing skills. But if Nat asked, Clint would do - it was kind of amazing the power she had over him without even trying. Although they weren’t dating (yet), Nat was never cruel, she was playing the long game and really liked Clint, but had been hurt before by some Russian asshole, and Steve knew that Clint, when Nat finally agreed to go out with him would never be the same man again. He’d be lost in deep shock and joy. They were perfect for each other.

A pang went through his gut as Steve watched them, taking a cone from Clint, wishing he had someone that wanted him as much as they wanted each other.

“Vanilla,” Nat commented with a scrunch of her nose at Steve’s choice as he took a lick of the creamy goodness, the chill on his tongue welcome under the heat of the day. “You’re so very basic, Rogers.”

“Hey there is nothing wrong with that. I happen to love vanilla.” A rich voice said from right in front of Steve as Bucky flopped down on the sand, kicking up little grains that stuck on Bucky’s thighs where he was sweating. Steve shut his eyes against the picture before him, once again pleading to any God or Goddess that would listen that it wasn’t fair, that they had to find him someone one day. He just hoped it would be soon, else his dick drop off from Bucky unwittingly giving him blue balls.

“You’re one to talk, you didn’t even want ice cream, just a soda. And a club soda at that.”

Bucky looked over to Nat, flashing her a wide grin, and Steve immediately started to lick his ice cream just to do anything but stare at the crinkling in the corners of Bucky’s eyes, or to watch his lips as they wrapped around the bottle tip. He only half listened to their banter as they kept teasing each other, Nat and Bucky having been best friends from childhood, the reason how Steve inadvertently fell into the group of jocks, for a lack of a better term to encompass all the fit people he was now surrounded with.

Nat had introduced him to everyone after they’d hit it off at the gym in first semester, and Steve had waited for the inevitable teasing to commence about his small stature, but it never came. He was always included, never mocked (unless it was called for, because he was a facts man and couldn’t help correcting people when they were clearly in the wrong) and it was such a novel experience, so how could he not fall immediately in lust with the football captain? One who had smokey blue-grey eyes, sinfully full lips made for kissing among other fun activities and a personality that you could fall into and live inside forever.

“Err, Steve… your ice cream, it’s ummm, dripping.”

“What?” Steve asked, realising that he’d been swirling his tongue over the top of the soft confectionary and that his fingers were now completely sticky as the ice cream dripped over them on to his thigh. “Oh shit.”

Steve immediately switched hands and started to lap at his fingers, tongue darting between them to catch all the creaminess, sucking them into his mouth one by one, only looking up when he heard a muted groan. Bucky was moving before him, squirming in the sand, and as his eyes landed on Bucky, he startled, surprised to find Bucky’s hooded gaze directly on Steve. But his eyes hadn’t landed just anywhere, they were trained to Steve’s mouth, and as Steve swiped his finger through the sweetness that had dribbled on his thigh, Bucky’s gaze followed that finger's movements. Steve without thought, heart thumping hard, confusion and awe flowing through his veins, stuck the digit in his mouth, licking off the stickiness.

Thankfully, Steve had his sunglasses on, hiding his expression, but he knew his face was burning red at the brash and overt display. Bucky was watching him intently, the rise and fall of his gloriously thick chest heaved, and Bucky’s skin flushed from the exercise or maybe the sun. Steve wasn’t sure.

But it was as Steve licked around the base of the cone again, the ice cream melting quicker in the heat than he could swallow, Bucky’s pecs twitched.

Steve stopped all movement, caught at the tick of flesh, the way it bounced taut, watching with abject lust and desire as Bucky did it again - knowing exactly where Steve’s eyes were trained.

It was such a fucking dick move, a power move to get attention and Steve hated jocks who flexed like that, but on Bucky… on Bucky it was god damn mesmerizing. And it was after the third time Bucky’s pecs jumped, Bucky stood up abruptly and fled saying in a higher pitch than usual that he was jumping in the water, that Steve realised he might not have been doing it on purpose.

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Bucky was dead, he was going to die from being hard for... how long had he known Steve Rogers, six months maybe? Well, that was how long he’d survived with a non-stop boner for the blonde man. And he was at the end of his tether.

Steve was everything Bucky ever wanted in a partner, smart, strong, intense, funny, handsome and a person that he could fall into, spend time with - love.

So it didn't help his little issue to be at the beach that day, watching Steve sit under the huge umbrella on brightly coloured towels in his swim trunks and a loose tank with arm holes so big he could see all the way through to his muscular chest and pink nipples. It was driving him fucking insane.

Sure he’d seen Steve wearing an array of items at the gym, but he’d never witnessed him so carefree as he was at the beach. He was smiling more, relaxed, joking while big sunglasses hid those gorgeous eyes that would give the ocean a run for its money as to what was bluer.

But what killed Bucky that particular day over every other day he lusted after Steve, what made him clench and twitch all over was watching Steve lick up his ice cream. It was downright obscene, Steve shouldn’t be allowed to do that in public, or at least he should have a warning sticker on his person.

Steve had a mouth made for sucking cock, and Bucky wanted, no, he needed to know what having those lips wrapped around him felt like. Christ, he wanted to know what it felt like to be buried in Steve, maybe even have Steve press into him. Fuck.

There was only one thing for it.

He had to seduce Steve, and he had to do it soon.

But that begged the question - how?

How did Bucky capture the attention of the smartest, funniest, quick witted and grumpiest man on campus? Not only that, but to have Steve take him seriously? Bucky was aware that people thought he was only a dumb jock, that all he had to offer the world was to play ball and shit talk other teams and work out in the gym. Which, yeah of course he did all of those things - but he really was so much more. He was studying economics, was thinking about trying to specialise and work as an international trade specialist after college, and although Bucky really loved playing ball - it wasn’t his whole life. He’d never go pro - well, not without a hell of a lot of luck and persistence, and he wasn't sure he really wanted to take something he enjoyed and make it a living in that way. He’d seen how broken some sports stars bodies were after a career, and he still wanted to be able to walk at forty without having had three knee reconstructions.

But Steve, Steve saw through all of that, he spoke to Bucky like an intellect, like he had something worthy to say, to add to the conversation. Even at the gym after Nat had introduced them (Bucky begging to know who the gorgeous guy she was chatting to on the rowing machines was) Steve and he worked out together, had fun catcalling each other for being weak and helped each other with their forms - something Bucky largely did just to get hands on Steve even though Steve’s form was perfect.

Bucky had been taken with the slight man from the first moment he’d seen him, always under the impression that Steve was too smart to even think about dating a meathead like him, even if he truly wasn't what his physique made him. So he stuck with friendship, but now he wanted more. Was going to ask for more.

“Whatcha thinking?” Nat asked as she swam out to float in the water next to him.

“Nothing much,” He replied, ignoring her knowing hum. He hated that they’d been friends forever and she knew all his tells.

The much needed cold water had soothed his itching skin, and from his vantage point he could look back at their rag tag group of friends, able to stare unabashadly at Steve as he laughed with Clint and Thor about something, staring up at Thor as he... as he fucking flexed in front of Steve.

“Easy boy,” Natasha grabbed his bicep that was taut from clenching his fists, “Thor’s with Jane remember? Steve’s not interested in someone like Thor anyway.”

Bucky’s eyes swung to her immediately. “What do you mean? Because he's a jock?”

Nat let out an exasperated sigh. “No you idiot. Because he’s interest lies elsewhere.”

“Oh,” Bucky’s chest squeezed tight, wondering who had Steve’s undivided attention. And he couldn’t help but watch Steve as Carol held out a hand to pull him to his feet, and suddenly Bucky forgot his disappointment when Steve pulled his tank off, revealing a gorgeous toned body in all its glory. Bucky’s dick stirred. Thank fuck he was hidden in the water.

“You are a colossal idiot. You know that right?” Nat deadpanned.

“I have to ask Steve out,” he blurted. “I need to… I need to be with him.”

“I know,” Nat said with a smirk, and Bucky looked at her gratefully, if she helped he would be fine. “But that really sounds like a you problem. Have fun with that.”

“You horrible cow,” Bucky sniped back, ready to splash her, but she was already under the water stealthily swimming up behind Clint, only to dunk the unsuspecting man.

Bucky’s attention suddenly caught on movement on the shoreline as Steve stood knee deep, testing the water and with no further hesitation, dove in, coming up for air not far from where Bucky floated. Bucky watched mesmerized as the sun glinted off Steve’s wet eyelashes, before he wiped the droplets from them, smiling at Bucky.

“Oh god, this water feels amazing.”

“So would you,” Bucky whispered.

“Huh?” Steve asked.

For a long moment, Bucky stared at Steve, realising that sound carried over water differently and Steve most likely caught what he said. Seducing someone was hard, even though he hadn’t even tried yet.

Instead of answering, Bucky ducked his head so his mouth went underwater and swam towards Steve like a shark, deciding that he just had to ask him point blank, no messing around with seduction. Slipping up out of the water at the last moment he put on his most predatory smile, Steve’s eyes widening and he looked around, face flushed and Bucky hoped he wasn’t looking for an escape.

He quickly darted behind Steve, wrapping his arms tight around his lithe body, trying not to linger too much as Steve was the perfect fit, felt so good against him; and when he heard the small gasp from Steve’s throat he launched him into the air. Flinging Steve into the water a few feet away.

“You fucker,” Steve exclaimed laughing as he came up for air, and Bucky smirked.

Suddenly with a smirk of his own that made Bucky inhale sharply, Steve disappeared under the water, Bucky feeling him come up underneath his body and with a strength that belied Steve’s small stature, completely turning Bucky on more than it should, he was pushed up out of the water, throwing him completely under as well.

“Jesus, Steve. You should join the team.” Bucky spluttered when he came up for air.

Steve grinned back, pushing wet hair out of his eyes and Bucky stared, lost in how stunning Steve looked in the sunlight, that he was there before him alone in the ocean full of people, “I mean they already have you and Sam as Captains. Wouldn’t want to put either of you out of a job.”

Bucky laughed, “I don’t doubt you’d do it too, Stevie.”

And when Steve stopped smiling, Bucky realised what he’d said.

“Shit, sorry - you don’t like that? Nicknames?”

“No I... I do…” Steve answered softly, and Bucky became lost in a blue that matched the water they were treading.

“Would you get out with me?” Bucky blurted.

“Sorry? Get out of the water?”

Bucky internally facepalmed himself. “No, I mean go out.”

“Out. With you?”

Bucky nodded.

“Err, why me?” Steve asked in a small voice lost on a gust of wind.

Looking at Steve, who stared back at him with questions in his eyes, Bucky wanted to explain how much he’d desired it for months, to tell Steve all the ways he wanted to make him happy, and as a multitude of words sat on his tongue, Bucky suddenly understood Steve might not listen to his reasoning, might not believe him. So he decided to show his intent instead, and swam closer. Steve’s eyes were wide, guileless, Bucky seeing a small spark of something more, and hoping he wasn’t triple jumping over a line, he swam up behind Steve. He felt Steve tense up, anticipating to be flung into the water again, but instead, Bucky pulled him closer so that Steve’s back slotted against his front and leaned in, mouth only an inch away from Steve’s ear.

“Why you? Oh Stevie, you have no idea how gorgeous you are. How much I want you.” Bucky pressed his nose against the back of Steve’s ear and inhaled deeply, sunscreen, salt and Steve’s shampoo filled his senses and he lost his head for a moment, especially when Steve let out a high pitched groan and wriggled back into Bucky. “I want to spread you out beneath me, I want to lick all the sweat off your body, sweat that I'm going to cause from working you hard, making you work extra hard for my dick, because Stevie - I want you, I want you bad, and I think you might want me back just as much.”

Bucky hoped he wasn’t completely off base with his desires, that Steve really was just as interested, and when Steve ground back against him, skin sliding against Bucky’s, letting out another moan at the friction when he felt Bucky hardening up underneath him, Bucky knew it was going to be ok.

“Yes…” Steve whimpered as his shorts caught against Bucky’s dick, pushing backwards.

“You want that baby?”

“Fuck. Yes, I do.”

“How much?”

Steve spluttered, and Bucky couldn’t help chuckle at the noise. “What do you mean?”

“How much do you want it?” Bucky knew he was being a prick, making his pec’s tense against Steve’s back, pulling him onto his lap as they floated in the water, before wrapping a leg around one of Steve’s pulling it to the side, making Steve gasp gorgeously.

“A normal amount,” Steve husked back.

“Oh, you want me a normal amount - is that all?” Bucky smirked before licking a sloppy stripe up Steve’s neck at the same time as he snuck a hand down the front of Steve’s swim trunks, gripping his dick tightly, feeling the impressive length and girth for the first time. Fuck, he was definietly not taking switching of the table. But not anytime soon. First, he wanted to take Steve apart in every way conceivable.

Steve meanwhile, was liquid in his arms, going slack as Bucky took his time to explore while they floated in circles not far from the shore, but far enough out they wouldn’t get in trouble. He hoped.

The moans tearing from Steve’s throat were getting louder though, Bucky loving every noise punched out of Steve as he stroked harder under the water, the friction and pressure of the water making him slower and more languid than usual. And Bucky wanted to make Steve call out with no thought or boundaries, nothing to stifle his pleasure, he needed Steve coming in his arms, again and again.

“I think you might just want me a little more than that.” Bucky rasped against Steve’s neck, sucking a bruise onto his pink skin, giving Steve’s dick another sharp tug and before he knew what was happening, Steve was shaking in his arms, whimpering out a release and Bucky was speechless. Utterly speechless as he continued to stroke Steve slowly, carefully as he jerked in his hand.

“Holy fuck, you’re stunning, gorgeous, the absolute best,” Bucky rambled into Steve’s neck, nipping kisses and pressing his lips against him in absolute awe at what had just occured.

Suddenly Steve moved, spinning himself around to straddle Bucky and he went under for a moment as their weights shifted and came back up spluttering, only for Steve to launch himself so his lips pushed against his. Steve took over, devouring his mouth, and although Bucky was the one in control, holding them both up, he’d never felt so out of control as Steve writhed and ground down as best he could in the water. Shit, Steve was going to be a handful and Bucky was there for it.

As he kissed back, grabbing the back of Steve’s head, holding him still as he pressed his tongue in deeply, a huge beach ball smacked into the side of his face. They jumped apart with a gasp.

“Don’t make me go get the hose!” Nat yelled out as she and Clint swam around nearby. “It’s about time you dolts wised up, but this is a public beach with you know - families.”

Bucky watched as Steve’s face flushed a perfect shade of red, and he couldn’t help but grab him again, giving him a quick intense kiss, claiming Steve until he struggled for breath, to show Bucky’s intent was clear and true. It was pure perfection.

“We’ll pick this up again later.” Bucky promised.

“Later.” Steve replied breathlessly.

Suddenly Steve pushed himself away from Bucky, grabbing and throwing the beach ball, hitting Clint dead on the nose. The surprised yelp from both Clint and Natasha made Bucky laugh.

“Oh it’s so on, James,” Nat yelled out.

Steve piped up from his side, “you wish, Romanoff - we’re gonna take you down!”

Bucky beamed.

“Yeah!” he called over to them, dodging the ball that came directly for him as Nat and Clint shit-talked. And as he and Steve swam out to retrieve the ball floating behind them, Bucky turned to Steve and gave him an overtly salacious wink. “And once we take them down, I’m going to take you home and show you what going down is all about.”

Steve burst out laughing. “Really? That was incredibly lame, especially for a savvy sex-crazed jock.”

“You’re not interested in my proposal then?”

“Oh I’m interested,” Steve grinned, licking his lips and Bucky caught his breath. “But if you’re going to use dad jokes on the regular - I might have to start calling you something else in the bedroom.”

Steve then threw the ball, Nat ducking at the last minute, and Bucky didn’t even feel when the returning pitch slammed into his head; Steve’s words creating a delicious cacophony of images and filthy thoughts in his mind instead.

Bucky had always known that Stevie Rogers was going to be both the life and death of him, and as he rubbed his head, grasping the ball in one hand, ready to throw it, he couldn’t wait to see where their adventure would take them.

But first - Clint had to pay.

#stucky #mywriting #friends to lovers #college #bottom Steve #implied switch #beach and fun #melting ice creams are a real issue for libidos #gift for Manda - the best and brightest of them all #prompt game #kalee answers

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All The Hurt - Chapter 5

Pairing: Peter Parker x fem!reader

Warnings: ANGST, Peter was an ass, reader is a hurt and petty bitch, fluff to make up for the angst, curse words, lots of “coincidences”

Word count: 2.5k

A/N: had to make this one short because the next one is hella long

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“Phew, all right,” you wheezed through fast pants as you finally reached the computer room, hand numb and aching from the dripping ice pack in your palm, “you need to explain to me what’s happening. Because- man, I’m out of shape.” You placed your hands on your hips and bent slightly for a moment, taking a huge gulp of air before marching over to Ned and giving him the pack, “I’m confused as fuck, Ned.”

One of his hands continued its work while the other reached out to grab the pack. His fingers continued to type away with speed you’d never seen before as he spoke, eyes never leaving the screen, "Okay, long story short, the day you were at the bodega-” you flinched, “-was the same day that bank was robbed using high tech weapons. Those weapons were part human and part alien, and were being created by a dude who has wings on his back. Peter found out that that guy is Liz’s dad, and now Peter’s going after him to stop him from selling even more weapons.”

He hissed as he placed the ice on his eye. You blinked, nodding once as you felt entranced by the layered codes on Ned’s screen. It was weird how you understood it and read them like they were normal words and letters. You mentally thanked your summer coding camp for the extra knowledge. "I..feel like there’s a lot more to the story than that but yeah, okay, I got it.”

A buzzing from your purse interrupted your entrancement. You shook your head and opened your purse, pulling out your vibrating phone.

Incoming call from..Flash.

You furrowed your eyebrows and rolled your eyes, taking a seat across from Ned and starting up your own computer, "Now’s really not a good time, E.”

"It’s not Flash, it’s Peter!” Peter practically screamed, making you wince from his panic-stricken voice and loud background noise that was filled with New York’s most obnoxious honks.

"Wha- did you steal Flash’s phone?” You asked incredulously, putting him on speaker while you typed away, hearing the same swift clicking coming from Ned’s side.

“No! I asked him for it!” He paused for a moment, “And his car!”

“What?!”

“You stole Flash’s car?” Ned asked, jaw-dropping and eye-widening in amazement, “Cool!”

“Yeah, it’s awesome, it’s awesome!”

"Peter! You’ve never driven before! How can you be driving?!” You scolded, suddenly feeling a twist in your gut at the thought of an accident due to his lack of experience in driving. Peter was never one to make impulsive decisions as dangerous as this. You guessed he changed over the months that passed.

"I know, this is a really big step for me and- ahhhhh! Get out of the way! Get out of the way!” Your hands froze in their place as you awaited a crash with a thundering heart, but it never came, which made you sigh in relief. The engine’s sound increased in volume as the car accelerated, but Peter’s voice was still louder, "I can’t see anything in this car!"

"Which car did you..borrow?” You asked, fingers returning back to work. You figured if you could help him, he’d get out of the vehicle at a much faster rate, and all you wanted to do was keep him safe and unharmed.

"How many does he own?” Peter asked in awe, honking the horn multiple times and screaming a couple of‘ move’s!

"Not important right now! What’s the logo of the car?"

"The four Olympic circle thingies."

"An Audi.” You said under your breath. Thank God, you thought, a car I'm familiar with, “Do you know how to turn the headlights on?

"No!"

"There’s a knob on the left of the steering wheel. Turn it clockwise.”

Peter repeated your instructions, and released a small laugh of victory, ”How’s Ned doing with Happy?”

“Uh,” You peeked over your screen, noticing beads of sweat form on Ned's forehead, even with the cool ice helping his eye, “Ned?”

"Getting to him..” He said, not paying you any attention.

"Have you found my phone yet?” Peter asked.

"Working on it, sit tight,” you replied, finally seeing a moving blue dot pop up on your screen, "He’s on Jackson Avenue and 48th Street."

“Perfect! And Happy?”

You once again awaited Ned’s answer, and worried when a distressed look flashed upon his face, “He hung up on me.” He frowned, "I’ll try again.”

You looked back down at your screen and realized that the blue dot had suddenly stopped moving. You squinted, “Hey, he stopped at 10th street and 43rd avenue in Brooklyn.”

"What? That makes no sense!"

"Welcome to my world,” you mumbled, hearing a small chuckle come from Ned before he focused on talking to Happy again.

“He said he was going out of town!” Peter explained, obviously having heard you, but it did nothing to diffuse your confusion. Why would Liz’s dad stop in Brooklyn when he said he was leaving?

"Weird..” You commented, rubbing your eyebrow as you started to feel the pressure. Jesus Christ, is this what Peter goes through?

“Dammit,” Ned muttered, catching your attention, "Happy sounded like he was catching a flight,” he said, “he mentioned something about taking off in nine minutes."

"What?” You and Peter simultaneously said, and you fought the butterflies that made their way to your stomach. Now’s not the time.

"He was surrounded by a bunch of boxes,” Ned clarified.

“Boxes?” Peter wondered out loud, and you were sure you could see his face as he put two and two together, "It’s moving day! It’s moving day, it’s moving day, he’s gonna rob that plane, I gotta stop him! Shit, I don’t know how to get the directions on this car.”

You jumped at the chance to help again, pleased that Peter finally had a destination to get to, "I’ve got his location, I’ll lead you.” You pulled up Flash’s location from the Find My Friends app, eyes jumping back and forth between your phone and the computer’s screen as you voiced the directions to Peter.

Peter’s foot pressed harder on the gas pedal, causing too much skidding, and you had to try your best to hold your tongue as to not to be a backseat driver. You wondered if you were in the position to berate Peter for impulsively stealing Flash’s possessions and driving recklessly. You found it amusing that the crime fighting Spider-Man had committed two crimes as of tonight.

"Slow down, there’s a right turn up ahead. You’re gonna take it.” You directed, just as Peter’s dot passed his exit, "Parker! Turn right, turn right!”

Peter screamed as the engine roared and the car skidded so loud you were barely able to hear his web shoot out. Your eyes widened in fear as you heard metal grinding against the concrete before coming to a halt with a harsh thump. Peter’s hasty breathing seemed match yours.

"Are you okay?!” You and Ned asked, your voice cracking and brain melting.

"I’m okay.” He breathed, making you drop your head in relief, shoulders easing up, "Just keep trying to get through to Happy.”

"It’s been an honor, Spider-Man.” Ned saluted, and you gave him a look of disapproval.

But then you both turned your heads at the piercing sound of high heels clicking in the hallways that were getting louder as the person headed in your direction. Ned’s face became as white as a sheet, surely matching yours.

'What do we do?' He mouthed, eyes rapidly bouncing back and forth between the door and you.

You bit your lip and glanced at the door before sighing and getting on your feet, “I’ll distract her,” You whispered, removing all traces from the computer, “keep calling Happy.”

Ned nodded in affirmation as you straightened out your dress and took a deep breath, cautiously opening the computer room’s door and stepping outside. Ms.Warren was peeping into the science lab across the computer room, and you took this as your chance to make it look like you were just making your way in.

She turned around and jumped, “Jesus!” She placed a hand on her chest, “What are you doing-“

She stepped closer and squinted at your figure in the dark, “Y/n,” she seethed.

She said your name with poison dancing on her tongue, causing a deep frown to settle between her eyebrows as she popped her hip and crossed her arms, "What are you doing here? There’s a dance, and you know it’s prohibited to be in this area.”

“I know, Ms.Warren,” you surpassed the urge to literally bite this woman’s head off and pretended to be vulnerable for a moment. You looked down at your feet, trying to conjure up an excuse that was easy to believe - Ms.Warren wasn’t exactly gullible, and wasn’t fond of you, either. Your reputation for causing trouble in her class cost you her trust, but you frankly couldn’t give a fuck. Plus, it was fun to mess around with her, what’s one more time?

“I just..” Your mind went blank as her eyes searched yours, a small glint of mischief shining in them. Oh, you bet she fantasized about the day she’d get you expelled from Midtown, but you weren’t ever going to let her see that day. So, you did what you always did when you got into trouble.

Play the absent parents' card.

“I just..I just w-wanted to call my dad. It’s quiet in here.” You said, faking your wobbly voice. No teacher liked it when they had to deal with crying students, especially those who hid the fact that they had no role models around them, like yourself. A look of confusion flashed in her eyes.

You were getting somewhere.

“It’s just..h-he’s been gone for so long, Ms. Warren, and I never see him. He called me tonight, and he never has before.” You fiddled with the ends of your hair, “What if he tells me he’s here? Here to see me? While I’m partying down t-there?” You sniffed for extra effect, somehow feeling your eyes swell with tears.

Weird.

You took a deep breath and looked at the ceiling to make it look like you were trying to hold yourself from falling apart, “I-I just wanted to call him,” you repeated, thickening your voice even more, “maybe he’ll apologize for never being there for me, especially after m-mom left us when I was ten.” You were almost impressed with yourself as you felt hot tears run down your face, traced with the mascara you applied before coming here.

In Ms.Warren’s shadow, you could tell her eyebrows were furrowed, and she was looking anywhere but you, clearly trying to choose between two options.

“I’ve never had a parent in my life.” You pushed, "No one taught me how to ride a bike, or swim, a-and I feel so left out because all the other kids have parents and I don’t!”

You grabbed onto her arms, looking her dead in the eye, “Please, please, just let me piece my life back together. Let me call him.”

For a moment, you swore you saw her demeanor soften. Just a moment where you felt like she understood you, not pitied you. But, just as quick as it came, it disappeared when she cleared her throat and looked around.

“Okay, okay.” She sighed, "But make it quick,” she stepped back from your grasp, ready to bolt, but you took the chance to make her slightly more uneasy.

What?

This was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, of course you were going to take it.

“Oh, thank you, thank you!” You sprung into her, arms folding around her tightly as she stiffened, clearly feeling uncomfortable about the affection you were displaying. You breathed in through your nose, hard, and nearly laughed when you felt her hands on your shoulders, trying to peel you off of her with a face of disgust.

“Don’t mention it, s-sweetie.” She said, discreetly rubbing her hands on her dress, "You better go now before your dad gets busy again.”

“You're right, you’re right."

And for your final act, you pretended to sniff and wipe your nose with your arm, catching Ms. Warrner’s eye twitch. She was known for being a massive germaphobe, which really only came in handy during her class - until now.

She cleared her throat once again, turned around, and marched down the hallway, practically running away from you until she was gone. You placed a hand over your mouth, muffling your giggles as you entered the computer room once again, slowly closing the door behind you.

“She’s gone?” Ned swiveled in his chair to face you, cracking a smile when you happily nodded and wiped at your face.

“How about you? What’d Happy say?” You walked over to him, running your eyes over the lengthy call history, which was mainly filled with declined calls from your side.

“Um,” Ned rubbed his arm in shame, “he cursed. A lot. And he..he blocked me,”

Your face dropped, hearing Ned sigh and imitating him.

“What do we do now?” Ned asked, desperate as ever.

You waited for a moment, feeling a lightbulb go off in your head as you rushed to the other side and opened your phone.

“Give me his number,” You said, dialing the number Ned voiced to you and putting him on speaker. You crossed your fingers and waited for him to pick up, each ring only causing you more anxiety.

“Yeah?” Happy said, sounding quite annoyed.

“Well, damn, you don’t sound like a Happy to me. You sound like a grumpy.” You rolled your eyes, immediately regretting what you said.

“Not this shit again,” He said angrily, and you were pretty sure he was going to hang up, making you panic all over again.

“Someone’s going to steal Mr. Stark’s shit!” You blurted, wincing when you heard nothing from the other line for a moment. You were going to check if he hung up on you when you heard a, “what?”

“T-the plane!” You exclaimed, "The plane with all of Tony’s stuff! There’s a guy who’s going to steal it and Parker’s going to stop him!”

“You know what? How about you tell Parker that he has some delusional, weird fr-“ His voice suddenly faded out, “Holy shit.” He breathed.

“What? What happened?”

"The plane just crashed.”

Your heart dropped to the feet as the color drained from your face, feeling the blood rushing through your ears and fear spiking in your chest. Somehow, somehow, you knew Peter was where the crash was, and you feared the worst possible outcome. You didn’t even hang up as you rounded the table, picked up your keys, and ran out the door.

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viastro · 4 years

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prom dress | kwon soonyoung

ミ★ synopsis: in which your dates ditch you both at prom.

ミ★ genre: high school!au, humor, fluff

ミ★ warnings: none!

ミ★ word count: 1,666

ミ★ pairings: made up character x female reader (only for the beginning) hoshi x female reader

ミ★ notes: hi guys! I don’t really like this oneshot uhh I literally pulled it out of my ass and it did not turn out the way I wanted it to. I hope you guys still enjoy it tho!

“Wow, you look amazing.” Gunwoo says as you walk down your stairs.

“Of course she does! I did her hair and makeup.” Your mom boasts, and you roll your eyes with a smile. You walk over to your date, giving him a hug.

“You look handsome Gunwoo.” You compliment, patting his head and he gives you an embarrassed smile. “Psh, stop.”

“It’s true!” You laugh, and he laughs along with you. He took the time to find a dress shirt that matches the color of your dress, a royal blue. Your dress is satin, a bit form fitting but it still gives you a bit of wiggle room which is a necessity for a prom dress.

“Okay! Let me take pictures of you two.” Your mom squeals, turning on her camera.

How you and Gunwoo ended up going to prom together? You can’t give a real good answer to that. You and him aren’t even that close, you’re just lab partners. He asked you to prom because him and his girlfriend broke up right before tickets went on sale, so now here you are.

a pity date.

“Okay mom, I’ll see you later tonight!” You say, giving her a kiss on the cheek. “I’ll have her home by 12 auntie.” Gunwoo smiles as he gives your mom a hug.

“Okay! Have fun you two.” You both wave bye and head out the door, walking over to his car.

“Where are we eating?” You ask as you buckle in your seatbelt. Gunwoo turns on the engine, handing you his phone so that you can aux. “You know that cute little cafe? The one that has all those aesthetic spots where we can take photos?”

“Yes! I heard they have really good boba.” You squeal, making Gunwoo laugh as he pulls out of your driveway.

“I’m glad to know that you’re excited.” He says as you put on Day6. You glance out the window, looking up at the stars for the rest of the drive there.

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“You go sit down, I’ll order for us.” Gunwoo tells you and you nod, going over to sit in one of the booths. You take out your phone as you wait, scrolling through Twitter before Gunwoo sits back down with your boba.

“Yay! Thank you Gunwoo.” He gives you a smile.

“The food will be ready in a few minutes.” You nod your head, and you get your phone ready so that you can take a video of you two shoving the straws into your bobas. You put your straws into the bobas successfully, giggling like little kids afterwards.

“I can’t believe I just did that.” You mutter, shaking your head and he laughs a bit more.

“I feel like a middle schooler.” Gunwoo tells you and you accidentally snort up boba at the comment, making him choke mid-sip.

“Oh my God, are you okay?!” He asks while laughing and you laugh as tears fill your eyes from the milk tea up your fucking nose.

“I’m okay.” You respond, blowing your nose to get all the tea out of your nose. Gunwoo’s face is red from laughing so hard, as is yours.

“Holy shit.” Gunwoo whispers and you look up at him after having calmed down. You raise an eyebrow and look in the direction as to where he’s staring, only to see his ex-girlfriend, Youngmi with her prom date. Your eyes widen at the sight of her date.

It’s Kwon Soonyoung, the guy you've lowkey been eyeing since the beginning of the school year. Soonyoung is incredibly handsome but at the same time very cute? It’s hard to explain, but just know his duality is insane. He has squishy cheeks, and looks very boy-ish when he smiles. When he’s not smiling however…. Good lord.

“We can go if you want?” You ask Gunwoo, turning around to check back on him. He shakes his head, giving you a small smile instead.

“It’s okay, we can leave after we eat and take a few insta pics.” He responds, and you nod your head. You move your curled hair to your right shoulder, holding out your phone to take a selfie with Gunwoo.

“Say… boing boing!” Gunwoo rolls his eyes playfully at your request, but mutters a quiet boing boing anyways. You take a couple shots, checking them over once you pull away. You notice that Gunwoo is looking in the direction of Youngmi in a few of the photos, and you let out a small sigh.

“Here’s your food.” The waiter interrupts, placing your plates down in front of you and Gunwoo. You practically inhale the ramen, making Gunwoo chuckle at you.

He’s not the only one who chuckles at the action, as you turn your head and notice that Soonyoung is smiling at you from the booth on the other side of the cafe. You feel your face warm, turning away immediately to prevent yourself from choking at the fact that you caught him staring at you.

“So cute.” Soonyoung whispers to himself as he watches your cheeks turn red. “What was that?” Youngmi asks as she takes a bite of her brisket.

“Nothing, don’t worry about it.” Soonyoung responds, and Youngmi nods slowly, continuing to eat as her attention drifts off to you and Gunwoo.

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“Can we go get some water? Dancing made me thirsty.” You tell Gunwoo as he takes your hand and leads you out of the literal mosh pit.

“Honestly, I’m literally about to sweat buckets right now so let’s sit down.” Gunwoo says, and you sit down at a table.

“I’ll go and buy us some water, I’ll be back yn.” You nod your head gratefully as he walks off to buy some water across the dance floor. You take a look around the prom venue, noticing the couples grinding on each other and a girl literally oh my god she fell.

You notice a water bottle get placed onto your table, and you turn your head to see oh christ almighty.

Soonyoung is standing before you in all his glory. He’s giving you a small smile, a few drops of sweat dripping down his neck from dancing. “Can I sit here?” He asks and you nod your head slowly, realizing that you were literally gaping at him.

“I don’t know if you noticed, but our dates ditched us.” You raise an eyebrow at Soonyoung’s words, immediately turning to see Gunwoo speaking to his ex-girlfriend Youngmi. They’re smiling at each other, and she reaches out and holds his hand. She gestures to the dance floor and he nods his head, before his eyes widen and he turns to look for you.

He gives you a look that basically means, is it okay if I go? To which you nod your head, giving him a thumbs up. He gives you a grateful smile, letting Youngmi take him onto the dance floor. You let out a small sigh, leaning back into the chair and glancing over at Soonyoung.

“We just got ditched.” Soonyoung says, and you nod your head, letting out a laugh.

“I wouldn’t usually expect someone who just got ditched at prom to laugh.” Soonyoung tells you and you push your hair back with your hand.

“I mean honestly, I never thought I’d get ditched at prom. Or like, be sitting here with you while our dates go and dance together.” You answer honestly, and his eyes widen a bit in surprise.

“Is sitting here with me a bad thing?” Soonyoung asks you, and you give him a small smile, to which he grins.

“No, it’s not.” You respond and he giggles, making you giggle as well. You open up the water bottle he got you, taking a big gulp. The music changes to a slow song, and you notice all the couples start holding each other close. You see Youngmin rest her head on Gunwoo’s shoulder, and him smiling content at the recent turn of events for the night. You let out a small sigh, taking another gulp of water.

“Damn, I feel kinda lonely now-” You stop mid-sentence once you realize Soonyoung is standing now, hand outstretched towards you.

“Yn, would you like to dance with me?” You bite the inside of your cheek, reaching out and grasping his soft hand. He smiles down at you, and you feel a blush form on your cheeks once again. “Yes, yes I would.”

He leads you to the dance floor, wrapping his arms tentatively around your waist. You reach your arms up, linking your hands behind the back of his neck. You both sway in silence for a beat, taking a look at the couples around you. While Soonyoung stares down at you, taking notice of the way your eyes sparkle under the lights.

“Not going to lie, I’ve had a small crush on you this whole year.” Soonyoung confesses, and you immediately turn to look at him with wide eyes. “Are you being deadass right now?”

“Hell yeah. I’ve been too shy to actually try and have a conversation with you though. I was hoping we’d be lab partners, but the teacher paired you and Gunwoo up so I was stuck with Chan.” You feel your face progressively get warmer at Soonyoung’s confession, and he smiles at you.

“I can’t believe this…” You mutter and he spins you around, making you squeal as he pulls you back to him.

“What do you say we go to the arcade across the street?” Soonyoung suggests, and you grin.

“That would be absolutely epic.”

“Okay, let’s go after this song finishes.”

“But wait,” You say, looking back up into Soonyoung’s eyes. He cocks his head to the side as he looks down at you.

“Don’t you want to hear my answer to your feelings?” You ask and he gives you a sweet smile.

“I don’t want you to feel forced to return my feelings, I’m willing to try harder.” Soonyoung answers and you feel your heart warm. “What a sweetheart you are.” You tease, retracting your hands from the back of his neck to cup his face.

“Let’s make the arcade our first date.” You tell him, squishing his face and he laughs at you, pure affection in his eyes as he stares at you. He turns his head a bit so that he can place a soft kiss on your wrist, making you squeak. He gives you a big smile, squeezing your waist softly.

“I’d love that.”

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clouds - chapter 2 : cirrus

Pair: Julie x alive!Luke

Summary: After her mother’s death, Julie Molina moved away from Hollywood, across the country, to Ithaca, New York. She’s left behind her two loves in life: her best friend, Luke, and her music. There, she finds new friends and enemies, new experiences and joys, she might even find herself. Every night, Luke calls Julie to talk about the clouds. But what if Luke is hiding something?

Word Count: 3,344

Warnings: angsty??? I mean we gotta move the story along soooo

Note: I started writing this and it got away from me! I think this series might be longer than originally intended, but that’s not a bad thing. I can’t wait to delve more into Alex, Reggie, and Carrie’s storylines, but for now, here’s this! Please please comment, like, reblog; feedback is always appreciated :)))

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The morning had been much chillier than the previous day. On their way to school, Julie and Flynn had bundled up in their favorite sweaters and scarves, along with matching thermoses of tea. Julie had tried to stuff her hair into a wool hat, but after failing miserably, she settled on tying her hair back into a ponytail. Flynn had offered to help style her curls that morning, but she had declined.

The ground next to the sidewalk was blue with frost and they could almost see their breath if they squinted hard enough.

In Ithaca, the winter was dryer, she had found that her lips chapped more often and she seemed to constantly have the sniffles. In L.A, when it got colder, it mostly rained, snow was far and few between and was never terribly enjoyable; the second it hit the ground it would become this sort of grey sludge. One thing they both shared was the unpredictability. Seeing the sun one day did not often guarantee a warm week, which left Julie to keep an array of coats of different thicknesses.

There weren’t too many clouds to see, if she tried hard enough, she might be able to make out a flying saucer. She shook her head, spaceships were too easy and basic; anything could be a UFO.

As they walked and the sun slowly rose, they talked about their upcoming day; if Carrie was going to be tolerable, if they would be getting new music projects, and who was buying lunch.

Luckily for Julie, she could already feel the air warm up, unfortunately, the conversion had shifted to Luke.

“How is your friend? Liam, or whatever?” Flynn asked, tossing her hair over her shoulder.

“Luke,” Julie snorted and looked down at her hands, “He’s doing well, he didn’t see too many shapes yesterday, so our conversation was relatively short.” Flynn knew about their nightly calls, but Julie had left out most of the reason they happened. Flynn didn’t need to know how much she missed her friend, she didn’t want the other girl to feel inadequate.

“It’s really cool that you guys still keep in touch, if all of my friendships drifted apart that nicely, Carrie…” Flynn drifted off into thought at the mention of Carrie. Contemplating Julie, frowned, she didn’t particularly like to think that she and Luke had drifted, but she supposed they had literally done just that.

“Well when you have a history like Luke and I have, it’s impossible not to talk to him.” Julie didn’t mention that he seemed to be a part of her that was now missing, or that Luke had this sort of magnetism that drew anyone and everyone to him, or that when they wrote songs together she had felt more alive and seen than anything.

Those things didn’t need saying, those things had been left in L.A.

But in here she had Flynn and a small town and a family.

A broken family, she thought.

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As Nick finished his guitar solo, his lacrosse buddies whooped and hollered in the small music room.

It was smaller than the one back home, but just as welcoming. Cinder block walls had been covered with sound absorbers and music posters ranging from “hang in there” cats to major and minor scales to student made flyers, advertising the school dance coming up.

Their mascot, a yellow and black cougar, had been painted on the wall by an art club some time ago. It was slightly lopsided and its snarling mouth looked more mangled, but the sentiment was there.

Julie had zoned out long before Nick had started, staring at the chipped paint on the wall. She knew the second she walked up to the piano to play, she would freeze. No amount of mental preparation could prepare her to set her fingers on the ivory keys and play something, anything.

“Okay, we have one last performance,” Her teacher said, “Julie.”

The girl looked up slowly. She stumbled toward the piano with hesitant steps. She sat down with a sigh and opened the sheet music. Her blood was rushing and her head was pounding. The room seemed to blur and spin, but was also eerily still and quiet.

She could feel the eyes of her classmates boring into her skull. As they watched her, she could guess what they were thinking, here we go again, I wonder if she’ll actually play this time, just get on with it.

Julie knew that Flynn was trying to encourage her, even from where she was sitting, but she couldn’t bring herself to look at the girl.

“Take your time,” Her teacher assured.

Julie might take forever.

She opened the case of the piano and grazed her fingertips on the keys. They were cold and unforbidding. The second she pressed one of the keys she knew that she would break.

Memories of her mother would come rushing back; every scraped knee, every hand holding in the parking lot, every crush whispered in secret, every night spent over the stove learning what spice goes in when, every uncontrollable fit of laughter.

She would remember every Christmas and Easter that they would break out her Abuela’s Arroz Con Leche recipe, every concert they went to where they would scream lyrics until their throats were raw.

Every failed test that her mother had stayed up late to help her study for, every flu shot where her mother still held her hand, no matter how old she got.

Every note written or melody sung would fill her mind. She didn’t know what would happen when it did, and she desperately didn’t want to find out.

She stood up, “I’m sorry.”

Julie thought she heard Carrie say some snarky remark and that Flynn had retaliated, but she couldn’t have been sure before she was rushing out the door.

After the school day, Flynn and her walked home as quickly as they could, sometimes sprinting. They needed to beat Julie’s father home after he picked up her brother, Carlos, up from his own school. She was praying that he hadn’t heard the news that she was out of the music program yet.

She groaned as she saw his car already in the driveway

Flynn quickly hugged her, “It’s fine, he’ll understand.” She withdrew from the hug and held Julie at arms length with a sympathetic smile before they had to part. Flynn waved as she unlocked her front door and stepped inside.

Julie took a sharp breath in before doing the same.

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“So is ‘Clocks move faster / cause it’s all were after’ the first pre-chorus or the second pre-chorus?” Reggie ran his fingers through his hair, his nose scrunching, “Because wouldn’t it just make more sense to have the same pre-chorus on each verse?”

The brunet’s bass was slung over his body as he rested his hands on the body of his guitar. He looked over to Luke, who was crouched over his lyrics.

Luke shook his head , his air already dripping with sweat, “It’s the second pre-chorus, the first is ‘Clocks move forward / but we don’t get older.’” He semi, sang, strumming along on his guitar. “Changing it up adds movement, we don’t want to bore the listeners. It keeps the theme of staying young at heart.”

Reggie nodded and plucked at his bass, testing out different rhythms. Moving his hands up the neck and over the strings, he finally settled on some semblance of a tune, repeating it over and over again.

Alex joined him, adding a hit on each of the beats of the song. This gave the song a drive and pounding rhythm, working with Luke’s line of ‘Electric hammer to the heart.”

Luke stood up after scribbling something and added his guitar part over it, humming along with the melody, and soon they got well into the song, improvising along the way. There were still some wrong chords and off beats, but they had the bones of what they felt like would be a hit.

Luke had gone from humming to singing, Reggie and Alex joining in. Luke felt his pulse quicken as he grinned.

“‘We ain’t searchin’ for tomorrow’,” Alex sang, to which Reggie echoed, “‘Cause got all we need today’.”

Luke bopped along, “‘Living on a feeling that’s been running through our veins.”

They looked back and forth to each other, knowing what was coming next.

Reggie was supposed to have a line to end the bridge, but it hadn’t been written yet. Luke had spent hours trying to come up with something, but it just didn’t click, every line he wrote either changed the meaning of the song or was too clumsy.

Luke sighed as they all stopped playing and he cast an apologetic gaze to the bassist, “I’ll get it. I promise.”

The boy in the flannel just shook his head, “No worries bro, we’ve done a lot in,” He checked the clock on the wall and his eyes widened comically. “Five hours…”

This mock practice session had started in Alex’s garage right after school after Luke had presented them with a song at lunch.

“It’s totally us,” He had said, sliding to the table with a lunch tray and a scribbled mess of paper, beaming, “Totally mid 90’s. And look, you-,” He pointed to Alex who looked excited but skeptical, “Can start the bridge and you-,” Luke turned his attention to Reggie, “Can echo, ending with…”

Luke trailed off, he didn’t have an ending line yet, he knew it had to be perfect. Everyone knows you can’t end a bridge without a call to action, something that stirred and emotion so deep that you couldn’t help but sing along.

He sighed as his mouth twisted, “I don’t know, I haven’t found the perfect line yet.” He looked down at his chicken scratch, then slid the paper across to Alex, who examined it.

“I like it, have you decided where the harmonies should go yet, or nah?” Alex flipped his blond hair back, after adjusting it in his snapback. He was already trying to decide what type of beats he would do, where the drum fills would be, and what he should consult Reggie on.

The makeshift band had a process: Luke would write a basic lyric and chord progression and then he would bring it to the guys. From there Alex would come up with the heartbeat of the song with Reggie. Reggie would work with Luke to see what melodies he should be playing and how he and Luke would bounce off of each other.

When they came together, the three friends would look at who sang what, harmonies, and fill in the gaps in the music. They worked like a well oiled machine

But lunch had been 7 hours ago and it was now 8 o’clock, well past when Luke should have been home. The boy jumped as he looked outside, saw it was dark, and cursed under his breath. He quickly put his guitar on his stand and grabbed his book bag, then ran out with a wave to Reggie and Alex.

“I’ll see you guys tomorrow, if I’m still alive,” he called before getting on his bike and going home.

The air was damp and it had just rained, making the pavement slippery. Despite being almost winter, the weather was warm enough to where he only had to put on a shirt and jeans to be comfortable.

On his way to his house, Luke looked to the sky. He cataloged some shapes of dark clouds, moose, cat, spaceship, he thought. He chucked to himself, anything could be a space ship, it wasn’t creative enough, all the cloud had to be was somewhat circular.

His mind drifted to Julie and what she would have to say about these clouds. She would probably smile, her adorable gap showing, and tell him all of the wonderful odd shapes she would see.

“There, right there, a cat chasing a dog,” She would say, “No, no, scratch that, a dog chasing a cat chasing a pigeon. Wait sorry, a shark without a back fin. Or maybe a line of ducklings crossing a street.” Then she would narrow her eyes as the clouds shifted and formed new images, “Well now I don’t know what I see.”

Luke would then look over and tell her that everything she saw was amazing, even if it was truly unremarkable. She was always able to see things he couldn’t, even if it was something as menial as a cloud. She could look at him and know exactly what was wrong no matter what; he didn’t know if she was truly super powered, or if he was super transparent.

Which was why he was glad she couldn’t see him on their calls.

She knew about Reggie and Alex, they had met before she left, but she didn’t know that they played music together. She didn’t know that Luke was writing songs with them like he used to with her. He didn’t want her to feel replaced.

And as far as she knew, his parents were completely fine with his music. They may have had little gripes here and there, but she thought that was the extent of it.

As he arrived at his house and opened the front door, that wasn’t the case at all.

“Lucas Patterson!” His mother yelled from the kitchen, “Do you have any idea what time it is!”

Luke winced as she ran into the living room, wiping her hands on a dish towel. He could see that the dining room table had already been cleared and the leftovers put away.

“It is 8:14! Would you like to tell me why the hell you missed dinner again for the third time this week? No wait! I bet I know! Let me guess, you were at Alex’s!” Her eyes were steel. It wasn’t a question, they both knew the only thing that would keep him out at night would be music with the guys.

He gripped the strap of his back pack before looking at the floor, his knuckles white. “I’m sorry Mom. I just lost track of time, you know how I get.”

Emily smoothed her brow with her fingers as her husband walked in from the kitchen. “At least tell me you did your homework.”

Luke didn’t answer.

His mom threw the dish towel to the floor, “Luke we had a deal! You can keep playing your guitar and going to ‘band practice,’” She used air quotes, “As long as you did your homework before then and always made it home for dinner. Always! Your family and school work is important! I know you don’t think so, but as long as you live under our roof, you abide by our rules!”

He threw his hands up and scoffed, “I’m not going to stop playing music, it’s my life! And you can’t stop me! I am sorry if I miss a few family dinners a week, but isn’t that fine if it means I’m happy?”

His mother looked at him like he had sprouted another head, “Son, I know it’s been hard ever since Julie left, and I know you miss her but--”

“But what Mom? There’s nothing I can do about it, she’s in New York! And the only thing keeping me connected to her is music, and right now, you don’t even let me have that.” Luke stormed through the living room into his room.

He dropped his bag down with a thunk, and sat on his bed, smashing his head into a pillow and screaming. He regretted that he didn’t bring his guitar back, if only to take out his anger by shredding on volume 10.

The day kept getting later, and while he didn’t like calling her while angry, he dialed Julie’s phone number.

The phone rang a couple times before she picked up, “Hello, this is Her Majesty Queen Julie Molina, what is your concern peasant?” She said in a haughty voice, before her façade broke with a giggle.

“Well Your Highness, I have come to discuss today’s weather.” He replied, playing along, her voice instantly making him feel better.

“Today we have seen a couch, a baby, and many many trees.”

“I have also seen many trees; they are very common in the sky.” Luke laughed, “I may have also spotted a suitcase and an umbrella. Sadly my Queen, the rain made it quite hard to see too many shapes.”

Julie clicked her tongue, he could see her face now, her nose scrunched and her mouth down turned, “That is a downright shame. Is there any news to report?’”

Luke perked up at that and rushed to get the words out of his mouth, “Actually, yeah. I wrote a song, ‘Now or Never,’ and it’s actually not that bad. Except I can’t figure out this one line, and it’s been bugging me all day.” He huffed, “Do you wanna hear it?”

She replied just as giddy as he is, “Of course!”

The brunet then launched into singing an a cappella version of his song from memory, stopping here or there to say things such as, “A harmony would totally go here,” or “Add a little guitar riff and it’d be perfect.”

He kept going until, “‘Living on a feeling that’s been running through our veins’. And then of course another line, and then the chorus.” He was staring at his popcorn ceiling now, smiling like a kid in a candy shop.

Julie paused, then said, “We’re the revolution that’s been singing in the rain.”

“What?”

“That’s it, that’s your missing lyric.”

Luke froze, she really couldn’t get any more perfect.

“Queen Julie, you are a genius!” He jumped off of his bed to grab a scrap of paper off of his messy desk before writing down the lyric. “You songwriting genius! If you have stuff like that flowing through your brain, how aren’t you playing it?”

He didn’t mean to bring it up, it just sort of happened. But it was true, how could she be so good at writing and let it go to waste?

Julie cleared her throat, “Well actually--”

“You sang again? I knew it, I knew you would!” Luke cut her off.

“Well no,” She rushed out, he could already see her running her hand over her face in exasperation. He has to stop interrupting people. “I got kicked out of the music program. I haven’t played anything since I got here, and I couldn't either today. I guess that was the last straw, because my teacher called my dad and said that unless I could play something by the end of the week, I need to choose a new elective.”

They sat in silence.

Luke played with his hands, knitting his fingers together and pulling them apart before an idea came to him, “What about your mom’s song. Not for class I mean! But, if just to sit down at your piano again and play something, what about that? She wrote it for you after all. And then maybe afterwards you’d be good to play for your class and boom! You’re Julie, songwriting pianist extraordinaire again!”

“I-I don’t know about that, Luke,” She swallowed. Right before her mom passed, they had written a song together, but she hasn’t even been able to look at it since she moved. If she sat down to play it, she’d be accepting all of those memories back. But then again, if she needed to sing anything it would be her mother’s song. They had taken a few months to write it, and Julie’s mom had completed it before…

“I mean maybe. I’ll see. I’ll try.” Julie nodded to herself and gave a determinant look to her wall. Tomorrow morning she would go to her garage and play her mother's song.

“You promise?” Luke asked tentatively.

“I promise.”

“Alright. I guess I should go, it’s probably pretty late where you are. I’ll see you soon?”

Julie nodded, “See you soon.” Then hung up.

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True Self [Genos x OC]

Ch. 2 | ~To Avail~ (pt. 1)

The infestation of mutated bugs hadn’t lightened up. For the past few weeks, the Hero Association had been announcing constant threat levels of both Wolf and Tiger. Many C-Class Superheroes had gathered together to form teams to take on the threats since they weren’t strong enough to encounter an enemy on their own. Although the threats were easy to maintain, there were too many popping up to a point that it all became tedious.

The higher ranked classes didn’t see any point in intercepting as it didn’t seem like much of a big deal. They all either dismissed it or took action if an enemy came in their way. To most, they viewed the main issue as more of an inconvenience rather than an actual problem.

Though there were a lot of mutated bugs, not all seemed to have brought harm to society. The Hero Association may have sent out many announcements, but there were also just large bugs that just acted like ordinary bugs. This, of course, wasn’t good news for those that weren’t fond of critters. It was more anxiety inducing to see them.

Saitama would often have some fun with the situation. With the large bugs roaming around, he would often ride some to maneuver around to take on those that were actual threats. For some time, it brought him amusement, but it didn’t give him that excitement he chased after. All the creatures showing up were far too weak in comparison to him. There was no challenge.

Occasionally as Genos would watch his master with his antics and blast whatever creature he was on to bring him back down as there were more important things that needed to be done. The cyborg knew that not all were bringing destruction, but they were disturbing the peace. If all the mutants got used to being within the cities, they might unintentionally take over by inhabiting the area as they got accustomed to it.

Meanwhile with Miyu, she was in the forest. She wasn’t able to pay the cities rents since they were too expensive with her pay. When it came to things like cleaning, she would go to a spring and hoped for the best as she rubbed flowers against her clothes, hair, and body in the water. She always brushed her teeth at the public bathrooms back at the city, which she didn’t mind too much. However, the long way back was the issue. It took too much time and energy, which caused her to be sleep deprived and exhausted a majority of the time throughout her shift.

With all the announcements that the Hero Association gave to the public, she was sure to be cautious during her travels back and forth. Luckily, she’d only seen harmless ones like giant butterflies. Miyu didn’t mind it too much as long as she wasn’t in a close enough distance to touch her. They were beautiful to look at, and she doubted that the ones she had encountered would really do her harm.

Miyu’s shift was about to start soon, but she was far too tired to go. Although she knew she needed the money for necessities like food, she didn’t have the strength to go. She looked at the path that she usually went and groaned out loud as she knew she also had to drag her luggage around. She didn’t trust leaving it anywhere in fear of it getting taken or destroyed by whatever was in the forest. She hazily began walking off.

At the udon shop, Genos had arrived for part of his daily routine other than the workouts. He noticed he didn’t see Miyu during his run, so he assumed that she was inside already since she was at times, but she didn’t seem to be there. He asked the owner if she had a day off and she forgot to tell him or something.

Her boss shook his head and informed him that she hadn’t shown up at all. He soon called on the phone for another worker to take over her shift. “I don’t understand why she’s late.” he commented. “She said she would work everyday, but she probably needed a day off. It’s not like Miyu can call in though.”

“Why can’t she?” the blonde cyborg asked curiously.

“The girl doesn’t own a phone, so we can’t contact her.” he shrugged.

Genos looked down and placed his metal fingers on his chin to lightly rest on as he thought to himself. He did notice Miyu being sluggish in the recent days, but he didn’t think too much about it at first. Now that she’s late, it did bring some concern. He decided to wait out at the door frame for a bit. He laid his back against the wall and placed one leg up behind lightly as he crossed his arms.

As Miyu made her way, she felt the sweat dripping off of her body. From her head to lower body, she felt disgusted with how sticky she felt. Up ahead, she could see Genos waiting for her at the entrance. She gave out a heavy sigh as she knew that he waited for quite a while.

He looked to the side and saw Miyu riding her luggage as if it was some ride. His eyes and eyebrows slightly twitched from not understanding her strange behavior. Genos stood still as he kept his eye on her, waiting for her to catch up. When she got to a close enough distance, she smacked her luggage to roll next to him. Genos’ eyes widened as she had never done that before.

Miyu walked in all drowsy and apologized to her boss. She then asked, “What about my shift.?”

He shook his head. “You don’t seem all too well. I think it’s best that you take a few days off.” her boss suggested.

She felt shakened a bit from the thought. “But--.”

He raised a stopped hand sign and interrupted her before she could say anything. “I get that your financial situation isn’t the best right now, but you seem to need it.” He noticed her distressed expression. “I don’t intend on firing you given the amount of hours you do and someone had just quit recently. How about I give you at least a week off? If you go any longer than that, then there’d be an issue.” he suggested for her.

Miyu hesitantly agreed and nodded, “Okay..” She walked outside and saw Genos was still there, now standing next to her. She looked up at him with her tired eyes and squeamish smile since she was dissatisfied with the day.

Genos noticed the eye bags under her eyes. “You’re tired.” he pointed out.

“Yeah, I am.” she said bluntly.

“What’d your boss say?” he asked her.

“That I’m off for a week.” she told him.

He raised his brows. “Well, that’s good for you. You can go home now to rest.”

Miyu looked at him and froze for a bit. He slightly tilted his head, waiting for her to respond. She looked back at the direction she came from and began to internally scream. “Ugh.!” she wailed out loud as she collapsed onto her knees.

He offered his hand out to her. “Is there a problem?” he asked, again.

She glared a bit but quickly shook off her expression. Miyu looked at his metallic hand for a bit. Her stare went from his fingers to up to his shoulder. ‘I wonder if it hurt..’ she thought as she placed her hand onto his to help her get up. She then dusted off some dirt and groggily sighed, “Too far..”

Genos pulled out a flyer and showed it to her. “I must attend to this.” he said as he showed her.

Miyu looked at the flyer intently and took it from his hands to look closely. It was about bargaining discounts at the supermarket. “Oh..” she yawned, “That’s today.?”

Yes, you can come if you want.” he told her as he took the flyer back.

She looked behind her then back at him and nodded. “Might as well.” she agreed as she lazily dragged her luggage around as she followed him to the supermarket.

“My Master hates missing out on such sales.”

Miyu squinted her eyes at him. “You’re always talking about how great this ‘Master’ of yours is, yet it sounds like a kink at times.” she laughed to herself.

“No, you’re misunderstanding what I say, just like him. Great minds surely do think alike.” he compared both Saitama and Miyu.

“No, I don’t think that’s the case here. I’m literally just trying to help you understand easy themes.” she disagreed with him.

“You call it easy because it comes naturally to you.” he pointed out.

She facepalmed, practically tired of trying to explain to him after the past time. After a while, her legs slowly began to give up. “I’m tired.” she complained.

“Do you need assistance?” he asked as he walked back to her.

Feeling weirded out a bit and uncomfortable, Miyu shook her head as she sat down on her luggage. “Just for a bit.” she pleaded.

He proceeded to go up to her and push the luggage with one hand. “You’ll slow us down if this continues.” he commented nonchalantly.

“H-Hey! No.!!” Miyu whined. “Don’t push it while I’m on it.!” she begged him as her face turned red from embarrassment.

Genos stopped and looked at her since he didn’t fully understand. “You’re in need of aid though.” he pointed out.

“And I thought you were learning from me?” she asked sarcastically. “Like- it feels weird. We’re not close or anything. I know more about you than you know of me, and I thought we’re more of a teacher student kind of thing.”

“My Master told me to live like my age. Given the material you’ve given me to read, I can count you as a friend of some sort? The reliable one.”

She raised a brow and said, “But you haven’t known me long.”

“And in some of those mangas, those characters didn’t know each other for long.” he rebutted, proving her wrong.

Her mouth shifted to the side awkwardly as she avoided eye contact. Miyu soon snapped her fingers when she thought of something. “Again, you don’t know much about me.”

Genos looked ahead as she got up from her stuff. “Then why don’t you share more? It might make you more comfortable.”

“Fine.” Miyu began walking ahead while doing jazz hands and motioned him to follow her. “Let’s go somewhere else for now if that’s the case. That sale doesn’t end ‘till 8pm.”

Genos followed her, confused on what she had planned. “Are you not tired?” he wondered.

“You honestly put me in such a shock earlier than I have enough energy to at least last me this day.” she awkwardly laughed it off as the blood that rose to her face slowly faded. Her face was still pink to a noticeable degree, so when Genos caught up to her, she looked the other way to make sure he wouldn’t see. “If your master told you to go act like your age, then we’re going somewhere.”

“And where do you intend on making us go?”

She shrugged back at him and replied, “I don’t know.”

“You can’t say that we’re going somewhere without a destination.”

“Yeah.” she scoffed. “You can.” Miyu waved her hand slowly in front of his face. “Want me to sound sophisticated? Hm? Then- the future is an enigma.” she said with an upfront yet sarcastic attitude.

Genos nodded slowly as he followed her. He tried keeping up with her pace regarding topics. Miyu would often say one thing and then another the next second. It was a lot for him to process since her behavior seemed more unpredictable than Saitama’s. Though she was tired, she kept going on about how it was important to enjoy places or try to have fun.

The two went around some of the cities. Genos would give descriptions about some of the places that Miyu would point out and question since she wasn’t familiar with a majority of them. He continued to give as much information to what he knew, which was overwhelming. Miyu found it unnecessary, but she let it pass by since she got to learn things too.

It didn’t take too long for them to realize that the supermarket’s discount sale’s end was nearing. They headed to the supermarket to take advantage of the lower prices. Genos looked at the list he had written down and also remembered some other things to pick up since they were so last minute.

“What are you doing?” Miyu asked as she peered his side.

“I’m checking if there’s anything else I need to get before I head back.”

She shook her head in disbelief and placed some coupons into his hand. “Use these.” she told him.

Genos noticed she wasn’t carrying much and questioned her, “Shouldn’t you get more items than that?”

Miyu averted her eyes and stuttered, “T-To be honest.. I don’t really have a place to go to..”

His eyes widened. “Then where have you been going whenever we part ways after our lessons?”

“Ahaha..” she laughed awkwardly. “Yeah- about that.. I kinda.. Go to that forest nearby.”

“I think you need to explain more later.” Genos looked her straight in the eyes firmly without breaking eye contact. “You seem to need more help than I thought.”

Miyu tucked in her lips since she had been quiet about the situation for some time. “I’m sorry..” she apologized.

He shook his head and said, “Master Saitama would surely understand.”

“What’re you talking about?” she yawned.

Genos didn’t talk any further as he focused on the remaining time they had left before the sale was over. Admittedly, he was disappointed with her to an extent. She should’ve at least said something sooner. When he got everything they needed, he made sure she was keeping up with his pace.

As they headed to City Z, Miyu began explaining to him that it didn’t seem right for her to open up about her issue at hand. It didn’t sit right with her that she was getting all the help she was getting from Genos after just meeting him a few weeks ago for the sake of shoujo manga learning purposes. Although he insisted that aid can be found from the empathy of those that understood and have been in that situation, he felt guilty.

“Why’d you leave your town?” he asked curiously. Genos noticed that she had a pretty durable luggage. “You seemed to be financially okay before.”

Miyu yawned, again. Her eyesight seemed to be weary from pushing herself for so long. She waved it off. “Mm.? Egh..” she sneered in disgust. “It’s weird and gross in my opinion. My family basically wanted me to have an arranged marriage..” She shook her head since the idea bothered her. “I didn’t want that, so I left.”

Genos kept silent as he had nothing to respond with to that. He couldn’t relate or fully knew the whole story. He could tell that she clearly didn’t like it though, so he didn’t ask anymore details about it. “About the forest, we’ll get back to that. You’re far too tired to talk more.”

She nodded as her eyes slowly started to struggle to stay open. “Yeah..” she sighed.

They soon approached the door and Genos knocked, signaling Saitama that he had arrived. Though he had brought more than his master would’ve expected, he was sure he could find something to explain about. Footsteps grew closer and the door soon opened.

Saitama opened the door and was somewhat shocked. He was pleased with more groceries, but he didn’t understand why Genos had brought a girl over. He looked at Miyu for a bit and realized that it was the new worker that the blonde cyborg was borrowing manga from. “Oh!” He pointed at her with an amused expression. “It’s that worker you were talking about.” he said with a calm tone as he looked at Genos.

Miyu squinted as she looked at Saitama. She wasn’t sure if her eyes were playing tricks or not. As she looked at the man’s face, she couldn’t help but look at his bald head. She, too, pointed back at him and drowsily said, “Egg..” before passing out.

Genos quickly caught Miyu and held her by the shoulders to keep her standing. “Master, this is Miyu, the worker that owns all those mangas.” he looked at his master only to see his face in shock.

The bald man stared at her, unable to utter a word. He frowned as he was offended by the new unexpected guest that his disciple had brought to their home. He was about to ask why she had knocked out, but he couldn’t help but be bothered by her comment. He knew she was referring to his features. He glared for a bit and muttered, “There’s nothing wrong with my head..” Saitama then turned his attention to the blonde cyborg that had brought her there in the first place. “If you’re going to be bringing girls over, I’m gonna make you move out.”

“That’s not the case, Master. I barely know much, but apparently she’s been in the forest.” Genos walked in carefully and placed her onto his futon for the meantime. He then began putting the groceries away and started to cook for both him and his master.

Saitama trotted into the kitchen with widened eyes as he pointed at the living room, where they usually do everything in. “What’re we going to do about a sleeping woman in the place?!” he whispered to Genos in distress.

Genos continued to unload the abundant amount of groceries. “I’m not too sure.” he admitted. Noticing the dissatisfaction in his master’s face, he pulled out the coupons that Miyu had given him back at the supermarket. “She helped save us more money than usual.”

“Ooh! That’s a good thing.” Saitama looked back at the living room again and shook his head. “That’s not enough with 3 people in this small apartment.”

He thought about it for a bit as he gave him his dinner for the night. The two of them sat down in the hallway and ate their food. After some silence had passed, Genos had offered to pay some extra rent for a bit and suggested that Miyu do most of the household related work when they were away to get things done faster. Saitama slowly nodded since it didn’t seem as bad of an idea, but it all depended on Miyu ultimately.

When Saitama was finished, he went into the living room, unfazed. He wasn’t going to not sleep in his own futon in his own place. He quickly picked it up and moved it closer to the front door to get away from the strange girl. “It smells a lot like leaves in here.” He quietly opened the patio door a bit to let some air in as the night passed.

The next day, Miyu woke up and stretched her arms out. She lightly rubbed her eyes and turned to her right and saw both Saitama and Genos staring back at her on the other side of the table. It surprised her enough to move back to the wall in shock. She looked around and noticed that they were in a small, compact apartment.

Genos left some fruits on the table for her to eat for breakfast since they were good for her health. Since Miyu was so sleep deprived with a practically physically worn out body, he thought some sugar in her system would’ve been best for her to consume.

Miyu gratefully thanked him and began eating, but she could feel the awkward atmosphere. She had accidentally made eye contact with Saitama and quickly looked in the other direction to avoid making things weirder.

Saitama soon broke the silence as he couldn’t take it anymore. “You made my apartment smell too much like nature.” he told her straightforwardly while pointing with a bored expression. “You need to shower.”

Her face turned red from embarrassment. “I’m sorry about that..” she apologized as she awkwardly scratched the back of her head.

“Master Saitama is busy and would want you to have an explanation shortened to be 20 words or less.” Gentos explained to her.

Miyu looked at him with a confused expression then at Saitama. Her eyes’ focus alternated for a bit as she wasn’t fully comprehending everything since she had just woken up. “What am I supposed to explain.?” she sheepishly whispered to Genos.

‘Why’s she whispering?’ Genos wondered as he didn’t understand why she was acting in such a way. She was still loud enough for Saitama to hear. He heard her from across the table, so of course his master, who was right next to him, heard as well. He assumed it was some social cue test from the manga lessons and went along with it. He raised a hand up by his face to make somewhat of a wall by Saitama’s side and used his regular voice saying, “Your forest situation.”

Miyu made an “O” with her mouth as she understood and did a slow nod. She turned her focus onto the bald man and once again got distracted by the top of his head. “I- uh..”

Saitama noticed her eyes’ stare. He looked at her firmly with a somewhat done smile and a vein popping out of my head. “I get it. I’m bald! I stressed myself out from so much working out that all my hair came out!” he exclaimed. “I’m not old too, so don’t even try calling me old!”

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divineluce · 4 years

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You’re Sworda Wrong || Mina & Luce

Location: Excalibur

Tagging: @drowningisinevitable & @divineluce

“Alrighty, wrap it up folks. Nice job today.” The instructor said. Luce pulled her fencing mask off and gave her sparring partner a high five, sweat dripping down the side of her face. Throwing her gloves and helmet into her bag, she gently laid her training sword inside before zipping the whole thing up neatly. “We still on for this weekend?” She asked. When she received an affirmative thumbs up, Luce nodded and headed out of the practice studio. Still warm from spending the last hour smacking people with blunt swords, she kept her jacket slung between the shoulder strap of her equipment bag as she entered the main storefront of Excalibur. Did she really need another sword? No. But did she want to look at them? Yes, yes she did. Besides, if she ever got the nerve to try and go all flame-on with one of her swords… she’d need a replacement, right? Humming to herself, she looked at the various display cases before noticing a young woman standing off to the side-- she’d been in the practice room, watching, hadn’t she? Tilting her head to the case in front of her, Luce spoke up, “See something you like?”

Sometimes, Mina liked to watch the fencing classes at Excalibur. Not often; being around that many people who could possibly be wardens and not understand that she was also a warden made her incredibly nervous, especially without her dad around to help her. But she liked watching sword fights, and she liked looking at the swords in the main shop as well, so she occasionally allowed herself to come in and watch. She was always glancing about, trying to blend into the wall, hoping no one would take too much off an interest in her. She’d been eyeing a set of daggers, wondering if she could get a nice pair of gloves so that the metal wouldn’t burn her too badly, when a woman spoke up and almost startled Mina out of her skin. Literally; with all the weirdness going on in White Crest, she’d been jumpy and nervous and one second away from forming scales and jumping in the nearest body of freshwater just about any chance she got. “Oh!” she yelped. “I mean, not really. Or just looking! I mean, it all looks nice!” She looked between the woman to the swords and then back. Could she just disappear into the wall, please? But the other woman was intriguing to Mina, the way she carried herself. She reminded Mina of a few of the hunters she’d met during her day.

When the other woman jolted, Luce flinched in response, shifting away. “Christ!” She swore, hand tightening around her bag. “A bit tightly wound there, huh?” She commented with a slight shake of her head. Eh. She probably didn’t mean anything by the response, there was a lot of shit going around town and it had everyone on edge. Even her. Which is why she was here in the first place-- nothing like doing some sparring and sword training to calm down after a long day. Rubbing her forehead, she sighed. “Sorry. Kinda on edge.” She said before laughing at her dumb sword pun. Folding her arms in front of her, Luce scrutinized the woman for a moment. There was something about her that seemed familiar. “You’ve come by here a couple times before, haven’t you?”

Mina laughed nervously. “Ha! Yeah, um, sorry! I’m sorry! I’m. Yeah.” She ran her hands through her hair nervously. God, she was making a terrible impression. She watched the other woman closely, the way she reacted. “On edge, yeah, same here. Lots of, um, weirdness going on lately. I’m sorry. I didn’t. I didn’t mean to startle you for startling me.” She laughed a bit breathlessly. “Not that I think you did it on purpose! I know you didn’t! I’m pretty sure!” Mina was going to go crawl in the lake as soon as she left her and just die. She was sure of it. As the other woman looked at her, Mina tried to shrink back a bit more. “Ah, well, yes! Yes, I come by and I watch and I look around. Sometimes. It’s a nice store, a cool store.”

Listening to the younger woman ramble, Luce tilted her head slightly in mild amusement. “Fair. There’s a lot of shit going on. Hope you’re staying safe out there. And, if you’re looking for a little extra protection, this place isn’t a bad shop for it.” She said with an easy grin. Maybe that would help this anxious lady just chill out a little bit. Not that Luce couldn’t deal with anxious-- she had an anxiety ridden cactus cat living with her that honestly needed prescription meds. But, she didn’t super need that energy around her either. “It’s a good place. They do swordsmanship lessons in the back throughout the week, they have a calendar posted with times, if you want to check it out. It’s a good way to stay in shape and meet people.”

“I know how to stay safe, yes,” Mina said, the half-truth coming easily. Lying made her feel ill, but she’d spent twenty-three years figuring out ways to work around it. And, even if she didn’t stay conventionally safe, Mina always did what she thought was safe for her. Unless people needed help. “Extra protection would be nice, though! I’ve always thought about getting more protection.” She had plenty, especially when it came to firearms, really, but she liked blades; they were so shiny. “I like coming by, but, um, I’m a much better observer. I’d be a bit silly, trying to sword fight. It’s been awhile.” Not that she couldn’t. Mina had more than enough scars to prove that she’d learned and become more than capable at handling bladed weaponry. But no one really needed to know that. “You come here pretty often, too, don’t you?”

“Glad to hear it.” Luce said with a nod at the taller woman. If she said she knew how to stay safe, she’d take her at her word. And if she was bluffing, well. The girl would figure out what it meant to bluff about being safe in White Crest all on her own. “Well, there’s plenty to spare. I bought this,” She said, sticking her hand in the pocket of her joggers before pulling out one of her silver knuckle dusters, “here. They have a lot of variety.” Putting the weapon away, she quirked an eyebrow. “Been a while? You know swords, then?” She asked, intrigued. There weren’t too many people who already knew how to fight before they started taking classes at Excalibur. And the handful that did were really good at it. “Mhm, a couple times a week. Like I said, it’s a good way to stay in shape.”

Hoping her smile was reassuring, Mina nodded back. “Totally. All about safety!” She looked around the store at all the different blades.Yes, there was certainly a lot. “You could probably arm the entire city and still have plenty to spare,” she murmured, more to herself but loud enough to be heard. She glanced at the knuckle dusters; silver, a nice metal, not one that stung. She knew what steel knuckle dusters felt like to the temple. She wondered if this woman was a beast hunter. Silver was an interesting choice. She scratched at the back of her neck. “My, um, my dad. He had me learn different types of weapons growing up. We sparred a bit with swords, daggers, the like. I wasn’t,” she laughed, “I mean, I wasn’t great.” Yeah, it would make sense if this woman was a beast hunter. Frequented Excalibur, silver, training in swordsmanship. “Well, you’re very good! You seem to win more than you lose.”

Catching the other woman’s words, she laughed. “Calling it a city’s generous. It’s a college town.” Luce said with a shrug. “But, the college helps keep us going. Though, I’d kinda hate to see what some of the college kids I’ve seen would do with a sword.” She said with a shudder, thinking back to her latest trio of dumb fraternity brothers who had decided to get their frat’s letters tattooed. They totally weren’t going to regret that at all. “Huh. Cool. Sounds like a fun father-daughter hobby.” She said with a nod. Better than what her parents had pushed upon her. Studying fire magic and flaunting it for gain, not giving it the respect it deserved. The other woman’s observation caught her off guard-- yeah, she was pretty good. But, it was surprising that she noticed. “Yeah, thanks. I’ve been doing this for a bit now.” Extending a hand, Luce offered a polite smile. “I’m Luce, by the way.”

“Ah, well, yes, I suppose city is kind of gracious,” Mina said, smiling a bit and running her fingers through her hair. “Yes, the college is actually one of the reasons I’m here. I’m a masters student and thought White Crest would be as good a place as any to settle in the states!” Nothing like a supernaturally invested town to really encourage you to study math. And hunt monsters, but that was another story. “Yes, I wouldn’t give very many college students swords, especially not freshmen. Perhaps,” she looked around the store, tried to do some mental math, “Suppose there’s about fifty to a hundred people in town who actually know what they’re doing with weapons. They could be armed to the teeth with plenty to spare if they all came by here!” Mina thought a bit about fighting with her dad, the cuts and bruises and burns. She smiled. “It was pretty fun, yes. I learned a lot. He’s a great teacher.” He taught her how to survive, even if she wasn’t always that good at it. Mina perked up at the other woman mentioning that she’d been doing this for awhile. Yes, definitely a hunter. Mina wondered how long. “Really? That’s so neat. What got you into this? I’m Mina. Mina Fitzroy.” She took Luce’s hand, hoping her own wasn’t too cold and clammy. “Ah, it’s very nice to meet you!”

Nodding along, Luce smiled politely. College, as she’d found out, wasn’t here thing. She’d given it a whirl, hated every second of it, and get lucky as all get out that she’d found Ink Inc. when she did. “Cool. What do you study?” She asked. “Fifty to a hundred? That’s a lot, don’t you think?” She asked, gesturing to the people who were coming out of the training room. “Out of the folks here, there are about… eh. Let’s say 25-30 competent people with a sword. Maybe UMWC has some fencers hiding around I don’t know about, but I’d say fifty tops.” She said. “Neat. Well, if he ever comes to visit, you should bring him around here. I’m sure some folks in the class would benefit from a lesson or two from him.” The woman’s hand was a little cold, but most people felt cold to her. Fire magic had a tendency to do that-- it made her run warmer than everyone else and, as a result, everyone else felt just a bit chilly to her. “Nice to meet you too.” This normally would have been her out to leave the conversation, but Mina’s question had her stuck. “Ah, it just seemed like something interesting to stay busy. Besides, it’s something that tests your mind and body, which not a lot of other activities do.”

“Ah, well, math,” Mina said a bit sheepishly. She’d fooled around in undergrad, only really studying things that struck her interest, and had ended up with a general studies degree in three subjects that couldn’t be more different: German, math, and music. When applying for a masters program, she’d just gone with the one that might possibly be useful (and with the least amount of people in it). The degree was just a cover anyway. She knew what she was in White Crest to do. “Well, you know, a hundred might be a bit much, but I’m certain there’s more than fifty. Say that between twenty-five and thirty attend classes here. Then there’s people like me,” hunters who don’t do classes, “who might be a little shy about this kind of thing. There’s approximately 15,000 people, plus 5,000 university students. Say another ten to twenty are like me. Factor in the people that think they know what they’re doing, and the number might be a bit larger than you think.” Mina hoped she didn’t sound dumb. She was blushing a bit as she went through the numbers off the top of her head. She paled a bit at the thought of her father coming back anytime soon with her not even being close to fulfilling her promise. “Oh, well, I mean, he’s on business, probably won’t be here for some time. But I can ask!” She thought he’d probably like a chance to show off. “Oh, totally, it’s really good exercise!” She cocked her head a bit. “Have you always lived in White Crest, or are you fairly new, like me?”

Listening to the woman rattle off all the mental math, Luce did her best to hide her grimace with a strained smile. Math wasn’t her thing. Sure, her art might have some basic principles of math interwoven into the designs, but she mostly just went off visual balance. How did it feel when she stepped back and looked at it? Was it still identifiable from a distance? “I can see why you’re in grad school for math. Better you than me, I never finished college.” She said with a slight laugh, folding her arms across her chest. Noticing the way that the woman seemed to balk at the idea of her dad being anywhere, Luce made a mental note not to bring that up again. “Makes sense. If he happens by in that case.” She said with a nod. Glancing over her shoulder pointedly, Luce nodded. “I’ve lived here my entire life. Probably live and die here.” She said with a wry grin.

Mina was probably a bit splotchy from blushing, just a bit. “Yes, well, college isn’t for everyone, and it’s kind of lame, most of the time, and then you’ve got to figure out what to do with your degree or whether you want to pursue something more or where you’re going to get money and…” She trailed off, noticing Luce’s tattoo sleeves as the other woman crossed her arms. “Your tattoos are really lovely, by the way,” she said distractedly. She blinked, smiled. “But, yes, certainly, yes. I’ll ask him the next time we talk if he’d like to come teach a class or two. He, ah, he likes to show off, occasionally.” She smiled just a bit at that, but it didn’t quite reach her eyes. Mina loved her father, but she’d never broken a promise before. She dreaded to think what would happen if she did. But it was interesting that Luce had lived here her whole life. Made sense. White Crest would be a hotbed for hunters. “It’s a nice place to grow up, yes? A little strange, but it seems nice.”

Mina continued to ramble on, which at least meant that Luce didn’t have to say anything. It was easier for her to just listen and nod. “Yep. It sure wasn’t for me.” She shrugged. When she pointed out her sleeves, Luce nodded. “Thanks. I designed them myself. Didn’t do it myself, obviously, but yeah.” She said with a grin. She was proud of her sleeves-- the geometric line art of her left arm and the flowers on her right, they were very different but worked to balance out each other. Give and take, nature and man, it was all a balance. Which reminded her… she needed to get another tattoo on her thigh to balance out her most recent one. “It’s a cool place. Definitely weird, though, for sure. There’s a lot of odd stuff that happens around here, but you get used to it after a while.”

“They’re very pretty,” Mina murmured. She liked tattoos, liked seeing art on skin. However, between a fear of needles and a desire to not stand out anymore than she had to, She’d never gone through with actually getting anything done. “You’re very talented. Are you an artist?” A side gig, maybe? Most hunters had those, though, admittedly, artist was a new one for her to hear about. Still, she was working with math of all things; definitely not a traditional hunter pursuit. Not that she was a traditional hunter by any means. Luce did seem a bit different from the usual hunter type. It was kind of neat, actually. “Right, yes. The twenty-four hour night. The fish rain.” She had, admittedly, tried some of the sky fish. It was actually quite good. “Blood puddles, a few months back. Definitely an odd place, but interesting. I can see why people would want to live here and never leave.” Plenty of hunter grounds, at the very least.

“Mhm. Of the tattoo variety, specifically. I work at Ink Inc., best tattoo parlor in town. Only one too.” Luce said with a smile. Ulfric would probably not like that joke, but he wasn’t here right now. Her boss was a nice guy, but it was always good to watch your words around him. She’d heard of more than a few nosey customers getting just a little too in his business and paying for it. “Ah, yeah. Good old fish rain... “ She said, wrinkling her nose at the memory. The entire town had reeked for more than a month, the decaying fish bodies littered all over the streets. Even her cabin hadn’t been spared by the rain. “Mm. Some people want to leave, but can’t. There are things that keep us here, you know?” Luce said with a shrug. Her family, mostly.

“Oh neat!” Mina said. A tattoo artist actually seemed a bit more, well “kick-ass” than just a regular artist. It seemed like a cool job indeed, and Luce had the skills for it. Mina mimicked the other woman when she scrunched up her nose, “Yes, it did smell rather bad for awhile after it stopped.” The fish was nice, though. Which, Mina lived next to (and, on some nights, in) a lake; getting fresh fish wasn’t a problem. But she didn’t do saltwater fishing much. That had been nice. Her eyes widened minutely when Luce mentioned that things kept her in White Crest. What could possibly be keeping her in White Crest besides hunting? This was suddenly becoming very real for Mina. What if Luce was a warden? What if she mistook Mina for some sort of evil Fae? Her abdomen was still healing from where Montgomery tried to slice her open. “Right, yes, of course. People stay in towns like White Crest for all sorts of reasons, I suppose.”

“Eh. It’s a job.” Luce replied. A lot of people found her job to be something “edgy” or “alternative” but, at the end of the day, it was just another form of art. Just because it was permanently on someone’s skin, that didn’t make it any less than any other sort of art. “Yeah. But, at least it’s over. Which, you know, I’ll take it.” She said with an offhand gesture. Shifting the weight from her foot to stand in a more comfortable position, Luce nodded affably. “Yeah. It be like that sometimes.” She said, resisting the urge to continue the rest of the meme. Sometimes she forgot that it wasn’t “socially appropriate” to just talk in Vine and meme references all the time. “Anyhow…” Luce said, voice petering off, hoping it would give her an out from the conversation.

“Still, you get to make art for other people and see them enjoy something beautiful on their bodies. It’s neat,” Mina said. She wondered if they’d been talking for too long. Had she said anything that would give her away? Something that marked her as inhuman? She couldn’t remember. “At least the darkness doesn’t smell.” She probably hadn’t. Probably? Distractedly, she said, “It really do.” She missed Vine. What if her cold, clammy hands gave her away? Did she have any lingering scales from her swim that morning? As Luce trailed off, Mina saw her out. “Right, yes! You’re probably very busy. And,” she looked at her phone, not even really looking at the time. “Oh, my, it’s getting a bit late. I should. Homework! Very nice to meet you!” Giving what she hoped was a pleasant smile, Mina darted out of Excalibur. Well, she hoped that her first interaction with a hunter went well.

#p: usw #p: mina fitzroy

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juliaisabellphoto · 5 years

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June 8, 2019 - Rapa Nui, Day Two

We meant to wake up early on our first full day in Rapa Nui, but we didn’t quite manage that. It felt absolutely lovely to sleep in for the first time in a while. We made oatmeal with peanut butter and nutella for breakfast with chamomile tea and honey, and we ate on the terrace while watching the ocean. The morning could not have been more perfect.

We then set off for our hike to the crater of the Rano Kau Volcano, the tallest volcano on the island. The hike was absolutely stunning, and we couldn’t stop turning around to look at the panoramic views of the town and coast that we climbed away from. Along the way, we befriended a man from Mexico who was also exploring the island and a stray dog who had adopted him on the hike up.

When we reached the top of the trail, dripping in sweat, we found that the hike was 100% worth it. We looked down over a huge volcanic crater filled with water and plant life, and there was a sign that told us this spot was a microclimate of all of Rapa Nui’s biodiversity. We sat and ate granola bars on the edge of the volcano, appreciating the crazy beauty that we had at our feet. You could see the whole island from where we were – every single coast.

We then walked around the crater to a place called Orongo, the ruins of a Rapa Nui ceremonial village. This village was quite literally sitting on the edge of the crater, wedged between its cliffs and the cliffs that fell into the ocean. We spent a lot of time here, reading about the people who lived here, why they did so, and what their ceremonial practices were. My most important takeaway from this was the emphasis the Rapa Nui people put on the movement of birds, and that the birds’ migratory movements determined the spiritual power of this place. We also learned about the different eras of Rapa Nui culture, and got to see some very cool petroglyphs. It felt so cool to be in a place and learn about it as we were there: we made jokes about how our study abroad program always calls us “active learners,” but that is truly what all of our adventures have been. Lisi is turning me into an anthropology buff the more time we spend together, I swear.

We then decided we did not want to hike all the way back down the volcano, so we asked a woman exploring Orongo with us if she had space in her car for us to hitch a ride back to Hanga Roa, the city center of Rapa Nui. They very sweetly said yes, and we piled into the back of their rental car. This group of women, young and old, were Chileans in the middle of a girls’ trip to Rapa Nui. They were absolutely hysterical, commenting on how attractive the park rangers were (which they were) and yelling out to young men they drove by. They asked us about where we were from, and when we said we were doing an exchange in Chile they instantly asked us if we had a Chilean “pololo” (boyfriend.) Neither Lisi nor I do, and when we said so they all erupted into exclamations of “Necesitas probar un chileno!!” (You need to try a Chilean!!) and “Que ocurre en Chile queda en Chile!” (what happens in Chile stays in Chile.) Lisi and I were dying laughing, and we were all having a wonderful time as they dropped us off at our destination, Tahai. They said goodbye with kisses and hugs, making us promise them that we would kiss a few Chileans before we flew back to the US. This made my heart so full.

After parting with the Chilean ladies, we explored Tahai, a stunning “ahu,” or ceremonial alter, with Moai overlooking the coast. Light was starting to fade as we approached golden hour and sunset, so we snapped a few pictures and then looked for a place to snack before we camped out for the sky’s show. We looked just behind Tahai closer to the city, and there was a sign next to a lawn that said “soda y empanadas de atún.” We walked up, and the area looked somewhat empty, but there was a lovely swing so we sat down and looked out at the sea. After only a minute or two, a woman came up to us and asked us if she could get us anything! We didn’t realize it, but the “restaurant” we had walked into was hers, and we sat on the lawn drinking Diet Coke as we waited for the tuna empanadas we ordered. The location couldn’t have been more perfect – sitting on a lawn looking over Tahai, with chickens flocking around us and horses tethered behind us. Not only was the atmosphere better than the fancy tourist trap next door, but the empanadas were incredible. The grilled ahi tuna inside was delicious, surrounded by cheese and the flaky empanada dough. The perfect snack for watching the beginning of the sunset! We also later realized that this was a restaurant Kapua had recommended to us but we just accidentally stumbled upon.

Once golden hour started to turn into sunset, we made our way down to the open grass area to join a number of other people watching the sun set behind the moai of Tahai. I set up my phone for a time lapse and then sat back with my camera to get some shots of the pinks and purples that we knew would come. I could not believe the sunset that came: everything was tinted pink and it felt as though the sky was dancing. I fell in love with the silhouettes of the moai, and There could not have been anything sweeter to watch. However, it got even sweeter. All of a sudden, a large pack of stray dogs descended upon the crowd and just came to cuddle. They played in front of the moai (almost knocking over my time lapse, but just barely missing it) and one in particular decided to be friends with Lisi and I. He flopped onto its back in front of us and required that we scratch his belly. Whenever we paused, he would flip and flop around until we stopped again. A very spoiled stray dog. We sat with him until the sun went down, and then we headed back to Zalo’s house to sleep.

When we arrived home, we were greeted on the front porch by Zalo, Priscilla, Kapua, Zalo’s brother, and Zalo’s mother. They instantly asked us to sit and “compartir” (share) with them, so we sat down. We were welcomed so warmly by everyone in that family. Zalo’s mother, who was clearly meant to be a teacher, instantly turned to Lisi and I and began telling her story of Rapa Nui and the way that their culture has developed. We learned so much from her in a very short conversation about the loss of Rapa Nui traditional writings and the way that the whole island has become mestizo rather than pure native. Without even asking, Priscilla handed us fajitas that she had made (delicious ones.) They invited us to the local “curanto,” (a community picnic with free food and celebration) that was being held the next day, and we rearranged our plans to attend. We all sat and talked for a few hours, and I felt so deeply complete. They not only welcomed us into their home, but into their family and their culture, and it felt as though we had people to come home to each night. We gave goodnight kisses and went up to bed to rest early before the next day of adventures.

#rapanui #tahai #easterisland #isladepascua #chile

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kiruuuuu · 6 years

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I’m not even ashamed to admit this hit me right in the thirst, @taleously! I adore these two, so thank you for this :) (Rating T, humour/fluff, ~1.5k words)

“- without even realising, I am holding the grenade all of a sudden and all I hear is this choir of dudes chanting ‘hot potato’ over and over -” Bandit breaks off as soon as he collides with Smoke who froze directly in the doorway to the workshop, so the two stumble inside, basically falling over each other and cursing under their breaths. “Hey, what’s wrong with you?!”

Since they attracted everyone’s attention except for two people who continue talking as if nothing happened, Smoke feels free to simply stare for a bit longer, feast his eyes on the human masterpiece illuminating the entire room with his dazzling appearance. Despite knowing nothing about art, Smoke is dead certain he’s witnessing a magnum opus which has come alive and somehow found its way to their base, a walking and talking sculpture currently engrossed in something technical and too high for him, utterly unaware of its own grace.

“Yo, Porter. Is someone else using your brain? Hello?”

He ignores Bandit a little longer in favour of basking in the presence of such ravishing beauty. He lacks the words to convey just how smitten he is, how pure and innocent his admiration, how deep the impression runs which has been left behind by the image before him, how permanent the imprint in his mind. It’s impossible to put into simple terms as nothing speech produces will ever adequately describe what he’s seeing but he makes the attempt nonetheless, scrapes together every last bit of wit and wisdom left over after his composure has been short-circuited, shattered upon entering to express his wonder.

Smoke blurts out: “He’s so fucking hot.”

Bandit looks at him weird and follows his gaze to the corner of the room where Twitch and Mute are working together on something resembling an engine. Probably due to the nature of their work today, they’ve both donned more casual clothes that are intended to get dirty, and dirty they did get. Mute’s sleeveless undershirt has long bidden farewell to its pristine white colour, making way for greasy handprints and a variety of smudges and yet it’s the most appealing thing Smoke has seen in his entire life. He’d give a foot to be allowed to wear it. Not only does it flatter Mute’s physique, it also draws attention to his upper arms which are usually maliciously hidden from the rest of the world – clearly with ill intent as the mere sight of them probably cures depression at one glance. It certainly does with Smoke. Mute’s hair is sweaty, dishevelled and falling into his eyes, and the fact that he looks like he just bit into a lemon doesn’t diminish Smoke’s urge to bite into him.

“We have to break the air conditioning”, Smoke adds and pictures it in his thoughts, fantasises about sweat dripping and white fabric turning transparent and -

“There’s no fucking air conditioning, you perv. Stop leering and move.”

“If I have to take my eyes off him for a single second, I’m literally going to drop dead.” He cranes his neck to keep watching Mute’s every move even as Bandit drags him to a table at the other end of the room. “Holy shit. Look at him. Where’s my guarantee that no one else is gonna flirt with him? What happened to the slightly arrogant but still totally fuckable nerd?”

“You mean the guy who has to be physically restrained so he doesn’t mount you immediately?”

“Yeah, that one”, Smoke agrees distractedly, his eyes steadfastly glued to Mute who’s pushing a few brown strands back but ends up smearing more soot onto his forehead which Smoke would lick off without hesitation were he allowed. “He so wants me, Dom, I’m telling you. Maybe he’s trying to flirt with me, maybe that’s what’s going on. Jesus Christ, this has to be on purpose. Do you think he sucks good dick?”

“Clearly, he chose to wear this for no reason other than to turn you into a randy ferret. And I don’t know, want me to ask him for a demonstration?”

“Keep your bloody hands off him. Not that it matters, he’s obsessed with me, but don’t even think about tainting him.” Smoke bites his lip as he watches Mute stretch, the muscles in his arms showing. “Oh man. He wants me so bad.”

“How come you’ve not asked him out then?”

“Because he’s so fucking far out of my league he might as well be playing a different sport entirely”, Smoke replies absent-mindedly and only realises what he’s just said when Bandit cocks an eyebrow at him. “I mean – that’s probably what he thinks. Or rather the image he has to uphold. You know, he’s this studious, serious, skilled teacher’s pet who shouldn’t get this turned on by an idiot like me, but there he is, dick rising as predictably as the morning sun whenever he sees me and nothing he can do about it.”

“So he’s currently consumed with desire, is that what you’re telling me?”

Both of them glance over to where Mute is fastening some screws while apparently joking around with Twitch, both of them visibly comfortable with each other and the sight feels like a stab to his heart. Like this, covered in grime and working with his hands, he’s painfully sexy and much more approachable than when he’s reading anything with a title which already flies over Smoke’s head – he looks like someone Smoke would actually chat up and that’s the whole problem. Because usually, everyone chats up the guys he likes. “Yeaaah”, he says very slowly.

The German opposite him snorts. “He’s pretty good at hiding it, isn’t he? What if he’s really a prude?”

“He can be a pillow princess for all I care, all he has to do is take it. I’d make his pretty body dance under my fingertips, you know? Play him like a fiddle, make him beg, make him scream, that sort of thing.”

“Is that so? Let him know, why don’t you?” And, much to Smoke’s horror, he turns to the person in question and yells: “Oi, Mark! Got a minute?”

“No no no, wait, wait”, he whispers and breathes a sigh of relief when Mute replies without even looking up: “I’m busy.”

“See, he’s busy, you best not disturb him, he gets cranky when -”

“Trust me, you’ll want to hear this. Porter is just telling me all the things he’d like to do to you.” This time, all conversation halts. Pairs of eyes slide over to Smoke who can feel blood rushing to his cheeks even as he tries to stay nonchalant and let none of his actual panic show on his face. He suspects he’s failing horribly, however, judging by Mute’s entirely unimpressed expression.

The young man says something to Twitch, making her laugh, and then walks over and if Smoke wasn’t dying inside already, now it’s much worse. Because not only does he have no idea what to say but also Mute’s so close all of a sudden, radiating heat and smelling like grease and heaven. “Shoot.” He’s looking down at Smoke expectantly and with a look of go on, I dare you to embarrass yourself.

“I uh”, Smoke responds and ignores Bandit’s wide grin, “how about – let’s go for some drinks? Later? If you have time? That’s, uh, I’d like to go for a few drinks. That’s it. I mean, that’s all. Don’t listen to Dom.”

“I’m not even saying anything”, Bandit murmurs, highly amused.

Mute examines him thoughtfully for a few seconds during which Smoke’s cheeks darken considerably. “I’m not deaf”, he announces, “and you’re a twat. You pay, but talk about me like that again and it’s cancelled. Deal?”

His face is burning by now because oh God Mute heard him and how much did he actually hear, so it takes a moment to register that he actually agreed. Stupidly, he babbles: “Yes, of course, thank you, I’m – yes. Deal. Let’s do it. Yes.” Mute just shakes his head again with an involuntary smile and returns to his previous task, leaving Smoke gaping and staring after him, marvelling at the back view of his body which is no less phenomenal than the front and he did it. He asked him out. He can panic later, for now he needs to contain the tremendous joy bubbling up in him.

“He likes you”, Bandit comments with a smirk, “fancy that.”

Oh I fancy him alright, Smoke’s brain provides helpfully while his mouth blurts: “I told you he’s thirsty for my cock.”

“Aaaand cancelled!”, Mute calls from the other side of the room.

Smoke can hear Bandit laugh the entire time he quietly pleads to his teammate, begging him to reconsider as Mute’s grin simply grows the longer he talks.

#rainbow six siege #smoke #mute #smoke/mute #fanfic #oneshot #request #smoke... oh honey #you're in for a surprise #mute is everything but a pillow princess my dear

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pinksausageduo · 7 years

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ha sungwoon|enemies to lovers

member: ha sungwoon genre: fluffy summary: school au! enemies to lovers au! sungwoon has been annoying you all of high school by constantly asking you out. with a school project you find out his feelings for you are sincere. now when he asks one last time will you say yes? enemies to lovers series: bae jinyoung | ong seongwoo | park jihoon | kim jaehwan | lai guanlin | ha sungwoon | hwang minhyun | yoon jisung

you and sungwoon started wayyy back

he used to be that asshole who would tease you in primary and middle school

ugly hair cut he’ll be the one to tell you first

embarrassing moment first to laugh

you weren’t too affected by it but you hated his guts

suddenly high school came around

puberty became a thing and you were one of the lucky ones

but unfortunately for you sungwoon became even more annoying

no teasing anymore

but worse

constantly asking you out

“hey y/n do you want to go out saturday night” he’d say with a smirk first thing in the morning

“fuck off sungwoon how many times do i have to say no for you to get it through your thick head” you replied grumpily

“nahhh you’re the one in denial” he’d say right back

“yeah yeah yeah keep on talking” you say dismissively

that’s usually how would it go on a regular basis

of course sungwoon’s friends would be shitting themselves with laughter

they literally take count of how many times he’s asked you out

minhyun has a notebook he carries around to tally

sungwoon will go back to his friends and grumble out “she rejected me”

“we know” choruses the whole group

“you’re up 467 now sungwoon” minhyun says as sungwoon gives him a death glare

there’s a whole wide school betting pool when you get so sick of him asking you out you finally agree

of course it’s run by daniel and seongwoo

your friends have even tried to convince you to say yes just to win the prize money

you would try to avoid sungwoon any chance you get but you can not escape him

he’s in nearly all your classes

and you won’t deny he is good looking

but seriously you can not deal with his personality

like who asks a girl out constantly just to annoy her??

some people actually thinking he’s being sincere

you scoff at those comments

but when you honestly ask yourself what you would say if he sincerely asked you out

you were at a loss of words

because there was a secret part of you that weirdly liked him???

it didn’t make any sense???

and then you decided to never ever think about him sincerely asking you out again

because he doesn’t actually like you

right?

and you were also dreading the day that you become partners for a project

while sungwoon was very much looking forward to it

and of course your english teacher who’s in her mid 20s and definitely one of the most popular teachers

your favourite teacher but not after who she partnered up you and sungwoon

she announced there were going to be partner project which was going to be 50% of your grade

her exact words were “y/n and sungwoon you two are together, let’s hope something happens so the betting pool finally ends and i win it”

“MISS SMITHHHHH” you whine out and she just gives you a wink

cue you groaning and complaining

while sungwoon stands up and victoriously shouts “YESSS!!”

everyone is laughing

“good luck y/n” shouted guanlin while chuckling

you just gave him the middle finger

which made him just laugh harder

“hey sweetie how you doing today” sungwoon went over to you after class finished and putting an arm around you

“i am NOT anyone’s especially not your sweetie and i’m doing fantastic” your voice dripping in sarcasm as you say through gritted teeth

sungwoon totally ignoring your pissed off look said to you “how’s the espresso cafe at 4?”

“whatever” you say darkly under your breath

“i’ll take that as a yes” sungwoon says grinning brightly making you heart strings tug

just a tiny bit though

“i’ll see you at 4 honeyyy~” he says sweetly as he goes back to his friends

“THIS ISN’T A DATE BY THE WAY THIS IS NOT A YES” you shout as he walks off

“if you say so” sungwoon says smugly giving a cheeky wink back at you

you pout and cross your arms cursing your bad luck

“you know she’s just gonna hate you more if you call her by nicknames” minhyun said amused

“nah it’s just part of my appeal” sungwoon announced cockily his chest out

“the appeal which made her reject you for 3 years?” jinyoung said doubtfully

“shhhhh” sungwoon said covering jinyoung’s mouth

“do you actually even like her or are you doing it for the lols?” woojin butted in slightly concerned for you

since you two were friends

“if you’ve been paying any attention to his endless spiels of how perfect y/n is, he’s madly in love with her” groaned jaehwan

“dude no thanks headphones for the win” woojin replied

“i do actually really like her” sungwoon says nonchalantly shrugging his shoulders like it was the most obvious thing in the world

“jaehwan stop complaining we have to hear you composing shitty love songs at 3 in the morning” jihoon added

“THEY’RE NOT THAT BAD!” jaehwan retorted

“they are” minhyun assured him

“um anyways back to the subject in hand sungwoon hyung you know she doesn’t actually think you’re being sincere?” daehwi said

“i know but how do i be sincere” sungwoon said with a sigh

“you look her straight in the eye” seongwoo started with a cheeky grin

“and tell her you want to fuck her brains out” he ended

SMACK “WE HAVE MINORS HERE!!” jisung scolds him

“ow ow ow that hurt i was only joking sheesh” seongwoo said having his hands up trying to be apologetic but not being able to hide his grin

“forget all these guys i’ll tell you how to be romantic” daniel said confidently

“what do you know exactly? aren’t you single?” guanlin said confused not actually meaning to be a prick

which is why daniel can’t snip back because it’s guanlin

and everyone is soft for the maknae

“i’m going to ignore those statements and continue” daniel said

“just tell her your feelings and how much you really actually do like her and like since when” he continued

“girls love that stuff” seongwoo agreed

“also stop asking her out and calling her names” jinyoung added

“stop being so crude seongwoo” minhyun said while reading his book calmly

“he’s just trying to be funny like always it’s clearly failing” jihoon said while smirking

before seongwoo could say anything

the other member of the pink sausage duo added jokingly

“he’s SUCH a softie for his girlfriend he’ll do absolutely anything for her it’s half endearing half puke worthy and pathetic”

“shut up you evil s-sausages” seongwoo grumbled as woojin and jihoon hi fived each other while chuckling

“wait wait back up to daniel and jinyoung’s ideas they don’t sound that bad” sungwoon said almost positively

“well great because you have less than 15 minutes to get to the cafe and she’s gonna hate you if you’re late” daehwi added

“shit” cursed sungwoon as jisung shouted “LANGUAGE” as he left

sungwoon reached the cafe right on time sweating and panting

you could’t help but smirk as you saw him and feel slightly flattered?

that he ran to make it on time

“h-hey i-i’m n-not l-late am i?” he panted out

“nope right on time actually” you said amused

“okay what do you want?” he asks with a smile

“you’re paying?” you asked surprised

“of course i’m a gentleman” he scoffs out

“sure sure sure” you mutter under your breath before saying

“just an ice latte please”

“one ice latte coming up” sungwoon said with a gorgeous smile

making your beat go faster

what the hell is wrong with me you thought

once sungwoon came back with the drinks

you two started working on the project

at one point sungwoon was just simply staring at you

because you looked gorgeous with a messy bun and the concentrated look you have on your face

“do i have something on my face?” you asked without even looking up

“nope you just look beautiful” sungwoon says sweetly than going back to his work

he couldn’t help but smile when your cheeks got red

you wanted to be unaffected but he just sounded so sincere

it made you doubt that he was just trying to be annoying by asking you out

a few hours passed and it was surprising pleasant

sungwoon not asking you out once or calling you any sickly sweet nicknames

you even had a good time with him? laughing and making jokes and just talking normally

it was a weird feeling now you were around him

you even gave him your number?

when you did his face lit up like a million fairy lights

you excuse was because of the project which he just smirked at you

while you said adamantly“it really is!!!”

“so if i text you tonight at 10pm about whether salt and vinegar chips are worse than barbecue chips will you reply?” sungwoon said amused by your antics

“yes!! because salt and vinegar chips are OBVIOUSLY better” you ranted trying to avoid the fact that you would reply to him

“well i look forward to debating with you ms y/l/n good day and farewell” sungwoon said dramatically with a deep bow

making you laugh

and of course he added one last statement

“i really do prefer making you smile y/n then getting you angry”

“if you want to stop making me annoyed, stop asking me out” you replied softly

“i will” he says slightly disappointed but still upbeat

“okay thanks” you reply conflicted

you say goodbye then you get home

and questions are swimming around in your head

why did you hate the fact he wasn’t going to ask you out anymore?

why do you suddenly like being around him?

was he always this attractive?

and why is my heart going at uncontrollable speeds?

am i falling for ha sungwoon?

this was crazy you thought with a sigh

then you heard a ding it was your phone you dived for it hoping it was sungwoon

when you saw the message you couldn’t help but burst into a wide smile

“barbecue chips are obviously better than salt and vinegar”

you replied instantly

and from that moment on you know you were going to be head over heels

the next two weeks were amazing

you’d hang out with sungwoon every day after school

at of course your cafe

everyone was convinced you were a couple but you both denied it

sungwoon half heartedly

you tried to convince people the reason you guys jung out was because it was actually a really big project and it would be 50% of your grade

nobody bought it

truthfully you didn’t either

you just liked his company?

was what you were saying to try and make yourself believe you totally didn’t like him

the bets in the betting pool went up 60% making seongwoo and daniel very happy since they got a dollar from each bet made

you would text him at night until 1am

both of you had it REAL bad

it was the night before the project was due and you were upset because you didn’t really have an excuse to hang out with sungwoon anymore

and you didn’t want to be just friends but it seemed sungwoon was happily settling for that

maybe you were right

maybe his feelings weren’t genuine

you sigh as you finish up the last few touches

“hey you okay?” sungwoon asks concerned

“yeah i’m okay i just finished” you say weakly

“great! i just finished too come on i wanted to show you something” sungwoon says brightly with an excited look on his face

he held his hand out for you

which you grabbed immediately

liking the feeling instantly

sungwoon was leading you to the back to the cafe and up some rusty looking stairs

“where are we going sungwoon?” you ask curiously

“just wait and see” he says with a cheeky grin

suddenly you feel a blast of cold hair as sungwoon opens a door

it leads to a terrace

there’s a gorgeous sight of the skyline

and in the middle of terrace is a table with two chairs and all your favourite foods on there

with a rose in a vase in the middle

and soft romantic music is playing in the background

you gasp at the sight while sungwoon just smiles

“since it was our last day of the project i wanted to make it special and i know you told me that i shouldn’t ask you out anymore but i was hoping this could be a date with dinner and dancing. but like you can totally go if you don’t lik-” sungwoon gets cut off his sweet rambling

with you saying with a gorgeous smile and looking so so happy

“sungwoon just kiss me”

he gave you a mix between a smile and a smirk and leaned in

your kiss was slow and passionate but extremely romantic

as sungwoon held you close and you had your arms around his neck pulling him closer to you

when you parted with heavy breaths and sweet smiles

sungwoon asked you “so that’s a yes”

you laugh and then say “of course it’s a yes you idiot”

which sungwoon replies with another passionate kiss

you two spent the night laughing eating and dancing under the stars

and when you entered class the next day with holding hands

all of the wanna one guys and miss smith shouted loudly while doing happy dances

‘YES YES WE WON WE WON!!!!”

resulting the whole class bursting into laughter

with you blushing red as a tomato

and sungwoon just smirked before whispering in your ear

“i won the best prize of all, you”

then before you could stop him or remind him you two were in class

he gave you another swoon worthy kiss

IM SO PROUD OF MYSELF FINISHED THIS IS A FEW HOURS HEHEHHE YAY and btw this was loosely based off harry potter lily and james story cause i’m a hp nerd. also id like to apologise there might be a bit of a lack of scenarios since i just made a new stray kids blog @softstraykids and i’ll be posting scenarios on there too so I’m trying to juggle both blogs. let’s hope i don’t fail but i hope you liked the new instalment of the e to l series! thank you for reading love you all! as always leave me some feedback of what you thought and don’t be afraid to pop in and give me a message!!

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daysswithyou · 7 years

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Untold

Characters: DAY6 Wonpil x OC

Genre: angst, slice of life, slight fluff

Words: 4.6k

Description: the unlikely friendship – and the discovery that comes with it.

Author’s note: This is the longest oneshot I have written for DAY6 till date and honestly, I’ve wrote so much and spent so much time on it because this is such a personal, heart wrenching piece for me to write. This is the little part of myself that I present to the world – and I hope that all of you will love it (and be gentle with it)

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Part I

Her voice rings in his head long after she’s gone. Now he’s just sitting alone in the classroom as the sun sets, the blinding light hitting him right in the face as the walls bathe in orange. But the piercing light doesn’t bother him one bit – the nagging unease scratching away at his heart does as he replays Ms Kim’s words over and over again.

"Wonpil-ah, could you come over here for a while?"

"Ok, just a second." He placed the broom by the corner of the room before settling himself in the seat in front of Ms Kim.

"I need your help Wonpil."

Her expression was grim, her lips drawn into a tight line. Instead of asking him for help, she made him feel as though he was about to be reprimanded for something he did wrong.

"Is it writing for the school magazine? I can do it by next week."

"No Wonpil, it's something more serious than that. I need you to tutor Y/N.”

This statement shocks Wonpil a little – why him of all people? He wasn’t even close to you. As if she could read his mind, she answered his question swiftly.

“I know you must be wondering why you – when you aren’t even close to her, plus you’re class president and part of the school band; you’re a busy man. I understand all that Wonpil, but you’re the only one suitable for the job. You top the cohort consistently and you have the patience to nurture and teach – I trust that you’ll be able to help her. You know she hasn't been doing well and it's more urgent this year since all of you will be sitting for your college entrance exams. Do me a favour and help her ok?"

Even though she ended with a question, Wonpil knew she wasn’t giving him a choice. He simply nods in understanding as she stands to leave.

Wonpil puts his head behind his head and squeezes his eyes shut as he lets out a deep sigh.

Y/N – why does this name make him feel so bad? In his mind, Wonpil tries to conjure an image of you and all he can picture is a girl whom always had her head down, never willing to look at anyone in the eye.

A girl that was always shunned and mocked by others. Although, why again? Wonpil tries to recall if you ever did anything to anyone to deserve such a response but come to think of it, he doesn't even remember you speaking to anyone at all. He’s been your classmate since middle school and high school, but he doesn’t know anything about you. Why don’t you have friends? Why are you constantly being scolded by teachers for your tardy appearance and work? Why don’t you ever talk to anyone? His lack of knowledge about you has him balling up in shame – as class president all these years, he feels personally responsible. His job is to make sure everyone in class progresses together but has he, really? How was it that you had fallen through the cracks but he hasn’t even noticed?

I’m going to help her in any way I can – that’s my duty.

Wonpil was your seatmate with effect the next day. Your eyes grew wide when you saw him in the seat beside yours, which was far away from his usual seat at the front of the class. But you quickly schooled your features back to neutral, keeping your eyes firmly fixed on the ground. You settled into your seat stiffly, ignoring his greeting.

"Y/N, if you need help with anything I'm right here."

Once again, you gave him the cold shoulder. Hesitation in his eyes, he gives you a lingering look before turning his attention back to the front. Math class proceeded as usual and Wonpil’s hands never stopped copying, his brain never stopped processing – there was simply so much to take in. So when your hands stilled, he knew you were stuck.

“Y/N do you need help with that question?”

It was as if Wonpil had set off some trigger, his words scalding your ears. Before he could even do so much as lift a finger in your direction, you snatched your book and pen out of his sight as a fierce rejection left your lips.

“No. Just leave me alone.”

Angling your body away from him, you continued to struggle on your own, adamantly refusing any offers of help from him. Still shocked by your sudden outburst, Wonpil stared wide-eyed at your back – unsure of what he had done to elicit such a response from you. But nonetheless, he remained unfazed. Over the course of the day, he constantly looked out for you, asking you if you were doing alright but you gave him a scowl each time – making it clearly known that his help was unwelcomed.

This became a vicious cycle – him constantly offering to help, and you retreating more and more. No matter how many times he asked, you simply won’t let him in. In the beginning, you would still bother to open your mouth to say “No” or scowl at him, but gradually, you just began to treat him as though he was invisible. Today was no different.

“Hey Y/N let’s study together now? We can work on the latest Chemistry assignment together.”

With a zip of his bag, Wonpil turned to face you but you had already bounded out of the door. Unfortunately for you, you had bumped into Brian– causing your precious time to be wasted.

“Watch where you’re going.” With a backward glare thrown at you, he walked off towards Wonpil as you dashed down the hallway, not even bothering to apologise. Wonpil watched the scene unfold with unease – slightly angry that Brian had treated you so harshly. Brian plopped down on the table, rotating his shoulders where you had bumped into him squarely. He muttered something about you as detest dripped from his eyes,

“She’s such a freak. Don’t even know why she’s in such a hurry each day – she can’t even spare the time to look where she’s going.”

To make matters worse, Jae had to chip in.

“Probably rushing to be with other freaks, who knows what she’s up to anyways?” Both Brian and Jae then laughed at their mockery of you, before fistbumping one another. Wonpil, however, wasn’t stomaching this very well.

“Quit it! Stop being so mean, what she ever done to you? It was an accident Brian, she didn’t mean it.”

Brain then snapped back – both in anger and disbelief of his defence of you.

“Why do you even care so much about her? What has she ever done for you? All you do it get trampled on by her – since when has she ever been nice to your offers of help? Just in case you didn’t notice because you’re becoming too much like her, I was the one injured in this episode, not her.”

“Yea man, what’s up with you geez. I don’t even get why you care for her so much, she’s an outcast Wonpil. Don’t spend too much time with her before you become like her.”

Wonpil was now fuming mad at both their comments and he couldn’t bear to be part of this conversation anymore.

“I can’t reason with your thick skulls; until both of you have developed some consideration for others, this conversation ends here.”

Slamming the door shut on his way out, Wonpil didn’t stop fuming until he got to his house. They’re his friends, but their words and actions were absolutely uncalled for. However, their comments do beg the question – where do you rush off to everyday after school?

The next day, Wonpil disappeared from class a few minutes before lessons ended and didn't come back since. Of course, you didn't wait around for his return, you simply got up and left like you always did. You dashed off in the direction of home but why does it feel like someone was following you?

Wonpil didn't expect you to be that fast. You threw quick glances over your shoulder every now and then and so many times, you nearly caught him. You walked exceptionally fast too and he had to literally run after you to make sure that he didn't lose you. By the time you stopped, he was drenched in sweat beneath his black hoodie. As much as he wanted to just collapse, he had some commen sense to make sure that he was well-hidden behind the wall before sticking his head out to observe the scene.

“Mother I’m here.”

“Thank goodness. Dear, could you help me check the new batch of spices that just here? I need to attend to your siblings.”

“I got it.”

The sounds of loud wailing can be heard over the rumbling engine and Wonpil watched as you meticulously checked each crate before hauling the heavy boxes one by one to the back of the store. The boxes left nasty scratches down your forearms, the rough material cutting through your delicate skin – Wonpil now understood why you wore long sleeves even on hot summer days; you had something you wanted to hide. For the rest of the afternoon, he watched as you ran around the family store without rest. You either had to attend to customers or deal with your siblings, a girl and a boy that looked like they can’t be above age 8.

When the skies turned indigo, you pulled the shutters down over the shop with your mother but instead of leaving together, you bade her goodbye and walked away from the direction of your home.

Where is she heading to now?

Wonpil needed the answer to that question – and so he followed. Your footsteps led you to the back of Aurora – the most expensive restaurant in the entire city.

So she works here?

And indeed you do. Through the big floor-to-ceiling glass panes, it gave him a very clear view of you hurrying around the busy restaurant – a skilful balancing act of handling trays full of heavy trays of beverages and food and remembering long list of orders. Even as the night got busier and your co-workers offered to help you, you rejected them politely with a smile, waving them off as you walked around the tables. Despite the weariness that showed around your eyes, the professional smile never slipped off your face through the long night.

But when you trudged home that night, your sagged shoulders and dragged footsteps made it clear that you were thoroughly exhausted. Wonpil kept a sharp eye on you all the way till you passed the threshold of your house. From his position, he could see you hunched over your desk, twirling a pen in the air as you tried to do your homework. He wasn’t sure how much time passed before the light from your room was extinguished.

At that moment, his wristwatch read: 03:00

Under the dim lighting from the rusty street lamps, he scanned the exterior of your house with its cracking and faded paint. The metal on the front gate was rusting, the paint job clearly done decades ago. The hinges of your door were falling apart and looked hastily put back together by a non-professional – Wonpil assumed it was you. The entire house looked decrepit – marks of age and neglect showing itself in all the nooks and crannies.

Trudging home that night, a million thoughts ran through his mind, each one making guilt and frustration bubble in him.

All this while I never knew that this was how she had been living. Being her classmate for so many years… why was it that I never even bothered to ask? Why did no one extend a helping hand to her, not even me? Rushing home immediately after school to help with the family and then having to work a night job before struggling with school till 3am. And the condition of her house… That’s not how a girl her age should live.

But what was more apparent to Wonpil was that you desperately needed help, but yet you weren’t accepting any.

For his lack of better judgement and inability to hold in the frustration anymore, he slammed his fist against the brick wall before placing his forehead against it in defeat.

Why won’t you let me in Y/N? Why won’t you accept any help from me or anyone at all? What other untold stories do you have?

Part II

For an entire week, Wonpil continues to shadow you and the same cycle repeats itself. There wasn't a day where you slept before 3am and on the weekends it seems worse - you'll work overtime and not get any sleep at all. There were so many times when he wanted to storm up to your house and put you into bed but he didn't want to get arrested for trespassing or give your mother a heart attack. He stood by and simply watched as you worked yourself to the bones - both of you helpless and powerless.

The only thing he does to vaguely help is patronise the Aurora. He'll stay for as long as you did and then secretly tipping you at the end of every night. A small bubble of happiness raises in him when he sees the small glimmer of hope in your eyes but both of you knew that the help you needed was far greater than this.

He stayed in the shadows all this while, silently watching over you.

Until one day when you didn't turn up in school. Wonpil felt so odd that entire day - your absence screaming louder in the void of his mind. Irrational thoughts filled his head - did you drop out of school? Were you badly injured?

But it turns out that you simply sick.

"Wonpil-ah, this is Y/N address. Could you go down to pass her her work, and maybe just check up on her too."

But he didn't need the address anyways - it was already stored in his memory.

It took a few good moments of pacing around outside your house before he finally worked up the guts to ring your doorbell.

Y/N POV

I wasn't expecting him at all. He was the last person on earth that I expected to show up at my doorstep. But despite my usual nonchalance towards him, I still unconsciously ran my fingers through my hair, trying to tame it as much as I can. My eyes rapidly darted around as I chewed on my bottom lip; I was trying hard to look at everywhere but him.

"Hi Y/N."

"Hi Wonpil."

"Can I come inside?"

I stepped aside to let him before directing him around my house.

"Just step where I step. The rest of the floorboards are rotting."

I faced the front quickly before moving on - I can't stand to see his look of pity that I knew would surely come. Pulling out the wooden dining chair for him, I poured him a cup of water before setting it down in front of him.

"Here. I'm sorry but this is all I have to offer."

Staring at the tin mug and plain wooden furniture, I thought about how this was all such a stark comparision to the comfortable lifestyle that Wonpil has. My entire house is rotting and the interior is threadbare. Everything must look so pathetic and I became very self-conscious of this as I sank back further into the kitchen counter, my nails carving half-moons into the soft wood. A heartbeat later, his answer came.

"Don't be sorry, this is alright."

I snapped my head up to look at him and his eyes do not betray his words. In them, I saw no judgment and prejudice against me, only genuine concern.

Why is he being so nice to me? I don't understand.

He must have noticed my furrowed eyebrows because he was now doing the same.

"Are you ok? Do you need a rest?"

"No I'm fine. But what brings you here?"

"School work and..."

Both of us waited in silence for him to continue speaking and when he did, it was so full of sincerity that I continued hanging on to the last wisps of his words, desperately wishing that he'll say more.

"And I wanted to check up on you to make sure that you're doing alright. I was...worried about you." He then fiddled with his fingers, he himself unsure how the words he just said came out.

Worried for you.

Those words sounded so foreign. When was the last time that someone apart from my mother cared about me? Perhaps none. And now, a boy that I barely know says he's worried for me, that he cares about me. I knew better than to sink into this flitting sense of bliss but a part of me couldn't help but keep his words stored in my heart, caressing it like how a mother would to her precious firstborn. I let myself indulge in this delusional bliss before replying him.

“Thanks…”

“Don’t go to work today.”

“How do you know I work?”

The colour drained from his face rapidly but he managed to give me an answer nonetheless.

“Oh I was at the restaurant some other night and I saw you working. I didn’t greet you because I didn’t want to disturb you.”

“Oh.” That is possible, he can afford to dine there and that fact is no secret.

“Promise me you won’t work today.”

Now my hackles were raised, and my defensive mode was on.

“Why? Why are you so adamant trying to stop me from working?”

“You’re sick Y/N! Look at you! You can’t even stand up straight, how can you expect to work tonight?”

“I can’t.”

“Why?”

“I don’t own you an explanation!”

His constant prying was now pissing me off and the pounding headache wasn’t helping my case.

“Y/N…”

“Just please… stop asking and leave now.”

His clenched jaws and defeated eyes told me that I had won – without even saying goodbye, he left and when the door closed shut with a definite click, I allowed myself to collapse to the floor, the exhaustion and pain leaking out from my eyes.

Pressing my palms against my eyes, I kept repeating the same lines mentally over and over again.

You don’t understand, you don’t understand, you don’t understand…

This constant reminder of my helplessness didn’t make me feel any better and as sobs wrecked my body and grief takes it hold around my throat, I dig my nails into my face, hoping the pain would go away.

Wonpil POV

Rooted to the ground, I continued staring at her house at my wits end – what else must I possibly do to make her open up?

“Don’t take it personally young man; she treats everyone like that. Poor child… ”

I turned to face the source and I found an elderly man watering his plants next door, a look of resignation on his face as his eyes travelled between Y/N’s house and me – he must know something that I don’t.

“What do you know about Y/N?”

“Nothing but pain for the young girl – she didn’t grow up in a good family.”

“What do you mean?”

“Her father ran off when she was young, leaving the family in debt. She’s been helping her mother clear off the debts her father left behind ever since she could work. She might be cold but don’t blame her or judge her for it – she didn’t grow up being taught how to love the world when it’s so cruel to her.”

All I could do is mumble out a feeble “thanks” before turning to stare back at her house. That piece of information didn’t make me judge her more – it made me understand her better.

Needless to say, you didn’t pay heed to Wonpil’s words. At 6pm sharp, you left your house in your white working blouse and black trousers and as you stepped through the kitchen doors, you took a deep breath, bracing yourself for the night ahead.

From his spot on the second level, Wonpil had a clear bird’s eye view of the entire place and it didn’t take him long to find you with your distinctive hairstyle. He cursed and swore mentally – berating you for being so stubborn. But he couldn’t just drag you out from the place; you’ll have a hard time explaining to your manager if he did that. Despite his growing frustration, all he could do was sit and wait, hoping to catch you later on the way home instead.

The night steadily grew busier – a never-ending line of customers leaving and entering the place. You rushed around from place to place, sweating even under the strong air-conditioning. The crowd was beginning to get wild and it was simply too much for you handle; it was only a matter of time before you made a mistake.

You didn’t even know how it happened – your tired eyes misjudged the distance and when you let go, the shrill sounds of successive crystal glasses smashing into a million pieces silenced the entire place. Customers and co-workers alike waited in bated breath for your verdict and all you were aware of was your ragged breathing, rapid heartbeat and the sight of the broken crystals shards. Before you could make another move, you were yanked out of the restaurant harshly by your enraged manager.

From above, Wonpil squeezed past tables of people, not caring about the rude words and stares that he had gotten – just to get to you.

Y/N POV

“WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU Y/N? HOW COULD YOU MAKE SUCH A BIG MISTAKE?”

“I’m really sorry I didn’t mean to -” Before I could even explain myself, he held up a hand.

“I don’t care about your bloody reasons Y/N. You’re going to have to pay $2000 for those cups.”

I felt like my whole world has just came crashing down. $2000. That’s my family’s living expenses for 6 months. I don’t have that kind of money.

“Please, I don’t have that sort of money. I’ll work extra!”

“I SAID I DON’T CARE Y/N. JUST PAY UP NOW!”

From my right, a few bills were thrown into my manager’s face before a familiar voice reached my ears.

“If you want your money so much, take it.”

Before I could open my mouth to say anything, I was dragged away from the scene by Wonpil.

Wonpil dragged you all the way home and he only let go of your wrists when he was outside your gates. Turning to you with disappointment and mild anger, he was about to scold you but he stopped, unable to carry on at the sight in front of him.

Tears were brimming in your eyes as you trembled like a leaf on a frigid November night, your footing unsteady. Gulping, it took you so much effort before you croaked out a few words.

“Are you…are you the one that’s been tipping me this past one week?”

“Yes.”

You made a choking sound before running your fingers through your dishevelled hair, burying your head in your hands as you tried to squeeze the world out.

Stepping towards you, Wonpil called out softly to you but what he wasn’t expecting were your fists. “Y/N…”

“DON’T TALK TO ME KIM WONPIL! Why did you do it? Huh? Why did you help me? Did I ever ask for help?”

With each sentence, you punched his chest with your fist as you stepped forward; and he simply stepped backwards each time, letting you vent your anger.

“Why? Why do you keep doing the things I told you not to? WHY!” By now you were in hysteria, shaking the angry tears away as you repeatedly rained your fists upon him.

In a swift movement, Wonpil caught hold of both your wrists and pulled you into him, trapping you between his arms and chest. You continued to resist him for a few moments but your intense outburst had burned you out and realising that there was nowhere to run anymore, you simply let your defences down as you sobbed freely into his chest.

Wonpil didn’t say a word or make another movement – all he did was stand there as he tried to hold a broken girl together to keep her from falling apart.

When your sobs evened out, Wonpil then spoke up, his words travelling to the depths of your heart.

“I know about your family situation Y/N, don’t ask me how, just trust me when I say I do. I don’t claim to understand what you’ve been through or how you feel because I don’t but I just want to ask you something – why don’t you accept help from anyone?”

He could feel it when your delicate lips moved against his collarbone, your answer so faint it stayed between the two of you.

“My family is in this state because of debts. I don’t want help from people because I don’t want to own anyone anything.”

“Then I want you to know this Y/N: you don’t own me anything. I don’t do these things in hopes of getting some sort of return from you – no, I don’t. Also, it’s alright to accept help when you really need it – we’re all not superheroes that can solve all the problems. Sometimes, it’s ok to ask for help even after you’ve tried to solve something by yourself. Remember what I said before?”

“That you’re here if I ever need anything?

“Yes. I’ll do good on that promise.”

Another heartbeat passes before he speaks up.

“Please just… let me in… I don’t want to see you struggling alone anymore. I won’t try to change you, but I will try to help you in any way I can. But first you got to let me in ok?”

When your arms wrap around his waist, Wonpil doesn’t have to hear the words to know you’ve said “yes”

Epilogue

You rub your hands and press them to your lips as you scanned the list of students on the board. When you found your name, realisation slowly dawned upon you…

I can go to college. I have to tell Wonpil!

Squeezing past the crowd of clamouring students, you found Wonpil leaning against the wall, smiling ever since he caught sight of you squeezing through the crowd.

“You did well didn’t you? I knew you could do it!”

Too overwhelmed with emotion, you simply threw yourself into his arms as you hung onto him tightly, as though he was your one and only lifeline to this world.

“Why are you being like this?” His tone was half amusement, half concern as he ran his hands up and down your back in a soothing motion. When he felt his shoulders getting wet, that’s when he gently pried you off before looking at you.

“Why? What’s wrong? Please don’t cry, you did great Y/N!”

“It’s…not…because of that.”

“Then why are you crying?”

“I’m crying out of happiness. Thank you Wonpil, just thank you…” You muttered a few more “thank you” before Wonpil had to stop you.

“I know Y/N, I know. You did great and I’m proud of you! Smile a little ok!” He held onto your face gently as he wiped the tears from your eyes, and you nodded, telling him that you understood.

“Don’t cry anymore, I got something else to tell you.”

You opened your eyes in time to see him dive in, feeling the press of his warm lips against your forehead.

Then, you heard your own words reflected back at you.

“I love you Y/N.”

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Expanding the Canon, chap. 2

Hey all! Here’s the second chapter, and the fic is now officially on AO3, so go to the link to read, if that’s easier for you!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/15027401/chapters/34837757

Expanding the Canon, chapter 2

FOUR MONTHS LATER…

Averia stood in line for the hot dogs and hot cats as she listened attentively to the twins, both talking her non-existent ears off about different topics on either side of her. It was a crisp fall day, the perfect day for her siblings to be playing at recess in their matching green and blue striped t-shirts and jeans. Today was a teacher work day, meaning the kids had the day off. Normally, she would be at work right now, but since her number one babysitter was a high school student who DID have school today, and her other younger sibling also had school today, that left her to take the day off.

It was always a pleasure to have more time with her siblings since she was usually at work from 5:00 AM to 5:00 PM. Her work hours made it so that she only had three or so hours with them until they had to go get ready for bed. Except on the weekends, then they had four hours to spend together, because the twins’ bed times were 9:00 instead of 8:00. She at least got more time with Merri, the oldest of the younger siblings. She was the equivalent of a human twelve-year-old, and so she got to stay up until 9:00 normally and 10:00 on weekends, and she would talk to her book-lover sister about her day and what movies and books were out there, and they would geek out together.

“Next up!” Averia gently pushed on her siblings’ backs to push them towards the counter.

“Think about what you want, you two,” she prodded gently. Sans the Skeleton gave her a lazy salute.

“Hey there, Ms. Averia. What brings you by so early?” he asked as he went to make her usual, her hot cat with the ends so burnt that they were charred. Averia chuckled and gestured to the two kids.

“These munchkins didn’t have school today, and normally they have lunch at 11:00 instead of 1:00, so I’m here early,” she answered, grinning at him. “Glad you were open. Wasn’t sure if you were gonna be or not.” Sans nodded in acknowledgement.

“Oh, you know me. I can be here early since I can do the job with my eyes closed,” he replied. Averia breathed out a laugh.

“Are you sure you actually do the job with your eyes closed, or is that your excuse to sleep when you’re supposed to be working?” Sans was about to respond when he heard two amazed “whoa’s” come from either side of Averia.

“Can you really work while sleeping, mister?” the little girl skeleton asked while wringing her hands, obviously in awe. Sans’ smile became a little softer when he saw the little girl flush purple when he nodded yes to her question.

“That’s SO cool! How do you do it?” the little boy skeleton interjected before Sans could answer, practically jumping up and down. Lato's skull kind of reminded him of Papyrus while his eye sockets were wider, like Sans' own. Averia chuckled and ran her fingers down the back of the boy’s skull.

“Lato, Mr. Sans is just-” Loud, theatrical snoring from the stand interrupted her, and blue magic levitated hot dogs and hot cats onto the grill while condiments were also floating at the ready. The twins giggled while Averia smirked with her arms crossed, her phalanges tapping on her humerus. Her hot cat floated over to her, along with Lato’s and Lora’s plain hot dogs. Sans opened his eye sockets and winked at them.

“Like that, kiddos.”

Averia finally decided, “To hell with it,” and played along. “Mr. Sans is a skeleton of many talents. Now what do you two say to Mr. Sans?”

“Thank you, Mr. Sans,” the kids intoned in unison before taking their hot dogs and rushing to the nearby oak tree, where there was a purple and white checkered blanket spread out for them. She chuckled softly, shaking her head slightly before she looked back to Sans, who regarded her little brother and sister with a warm, content look on his face. She would try to guess why later. They were still only acquaintances, after all, so it would be rude if she asked.

“You know, you’re the first one I’m coming after if Lora or Lato begin sleeping in class while trying to listen to the teachers,” Averia stated, trying and failing to keep her tone serious. Sans shrugged.

“Welp, wouldn’t exactly be a bad thing,” he replied before winking again at her. Averia raised both bone brows and was about to ask what he meant by that when he added, “I’d just give you a free hot cat, and you’d let me off the hook.” Averia felt her cheek bones heat up, nearly glowing green, as he snickered at her. “You’re not as much of the strict librarian that you pretend to be, Ms. Averia.”

The petite skeleton librarian went to retort, but she was interrupted by an unfortunately VERY familiar voice shouting, “Hey thief! How about you do a decent thing for once in your life and stop running?!” Averia closed her eye sockets in exasperation and sighed. Out of instinct, she put her leg behind her and tripped the perp trying to get away. On cue, Armata rushed by in her navy blue uniform and tackled the other skeleton, putting handcuffs on him. The broad and big-boned woman took her role as the first monster police officer very seriously, and the dark circles under her eye sockets revealed that she hadn’t slept in a while. Averia made a note to force her to sleep later in the day or in the week.

“Aw, come on, doll face, it ain’t like the dead broad was gonna miss whatever was taken!” This time, it was Sans who closed his eye sockets and sighed. The handcuffed skeleton must have been one of Sans’ alternates, based on the other’s reaction, the handcuffed man’s short stature, and the identical eye socket shape. Only in contrast to Sans’ blue hoodie, this Sans wore a sweater with a black leather jacket with a fur hood, despite the 60 degree Fahrenheit weather. The other Sans met Sans’ eyelights and brightened. “Classic! Buddy, chum, amigo! Can you please tell the psycho police lady that there’s been some sort of mix-up and that I’d never do anything that bad?” The two female skeletons looked at Sans expectantly, and Sans felt a little bit of sweat drip down the back of his skull.

“I’ve never seen this guy before in my life,” Sans lied, you know, like a liar. Averia had to avert her face to the ground to keep herself from laughing at the obvious falsehood as the alternate growled in the back of his throat.

“Classic, you are fucking dead to me. When I get outta these cuffs, I’m making you pay,” the alternate Sans growled. Sans shrugged while Armata tightened the magic-repressing cuffs, yanked him up to stand on his feet, and scowled at the back of the perp’s skull.

“The only one who’s paying is you, bucko.” Armata turned to Averia and grinned, her cheeks flushed a light pink from the running. “Morning, Avie! Beautiful Autumn day, right?” Averia chuckled.

“I guess so, though I don’t want to keep you from doing your job by talking about what a good day it is,” she tried to coerce, continuously glancing at the arrested skeleton, who seemed to be growing more and more irritated. However, the bulky skeleton woman just waved her free hand as the other hand held the middle chain of the guy’s handcuffs to prevent him from escaping.

“Ah, this bozo isn’t going anywhere. I never see you unless I go to the library, and when I do, you don’t wanna talk to me,” Armata whined. Averia raised both of her bone brows, amused and exasperated at the same time.

“It’s because I work at a library, Ari. Literally, it is the only place where being quiet is an expectation and a rule, so I can’t make an exception for you just because we’re friends. It would be like if I committed a crime, and I told you not to arrest me,” Averia scoffed. Armata responded with a scoff of her own.

“You’re too much of a good-two-bones to do anything like that, so that’s a stupid comparison. Seriously, how have you been? How are the kiddos?” Averia finally caved to her friend’s enthusiasm and giggled.

“Kiddos are fine. Lora and Lato are over on the blanket by the tree.” She motioned over to the two children as they talked with their mouths full, causing Armata to laugh while Averia winced at their lack of manners. “They didn’t have school today, so I took the day off to hang out with them. It’s been nice. Poor Merri had a presentation in her Human World History class today, so the kid will have cookies waiting for her when she gets home,” Averia answered, her voice pitching a little lower sympathetically. Armata hummed in understanding.

“Poor kid. So tell me, sweetie bones, does the fear of public speaking run in the family, or is it a learned trait?” Averia glared at her friend for the comment. “Come on, Avie, it’s an honest question! You’re a grown-ass woman, you don’t even have to speak in public anymore, so why’s it still have you and now your younger sister all fucked over?” Lora and Lato rushed over to them, grinning. Armata grinned down at them. “Hey, who are these big munchkins? I don’t think I’ve seen them around before!” Lora giggled.

“It’s us, silly Ari!” Armata fake gasped.

“No,” she said in fake disbelief. Lato smirked.

“Better believe it, Ari. Also!” He pulled out his wallet, opened it, and pushed it into her side. “Swear jar, two times. One dollar, please!” Armata scowled and fished in her pocket for some loose change. By some miracle, she found four quarters and dropped them into the kid’s wallet.

“Jesus fuck, this is so corny that this could be in family sitcom that airs in the early morning ‘cuz nobody fucking wants to watch that shit. Just get me outta here already,” Sans’ alternate self griped. Armata grit her teeth and dug an elbow into his spine. “Ow, fuck!”

“Are we allowed to ask him for money for the swear, Avie?” Lora asked.

“No,” all of the skeleton adults answered in unison, even the alternate Sans. Armata glared at her captive’s head.

“You don’t even get to think of corrupting these beautiful skellie angels by talking to them. Come on, bastard.”

“Swear jar!”

“Take an IOU, kiddos. I gotta go work.” Armata replied, grinning wryly at them. She looked in Averia’s direction. “Milonga’s got a gig Saturday. I’m sending you the info, and you are coming. It’s after your shift at the library, so you’re coming, and I won’t take no for an answer!” Before Averia could respond, Armata was strutting down the street to the Ebott City police car.

“Avie? We finished our lunches. Can we go play on the playground, pleeeeeeeeeeease?” Lora begged, making her eyelights turn into stars. Averia looked at the close playground and back to her little brother and sister, who were looking at her with pleading eye sockets. Averia nodded, smiling when the two brightened and ran off, giggling.

“Stay where I can see you,” she called after them. Neither responded, so she sighed and shook her head before turning to smirk at the skeleton vendor.

“So...you have an alternate, huh? What’s that like?” she asked, barely restraining a laugh. Sans chuckled despite himself.

“The ones I’ve met are ok, even the dumbass who just got himself arrested. It’s harder to feel bonely now since I know there are other skeletons, even if most of them are my weird twins I never knew existed. I’m pretty sure my brother and I were the only skeletons in our sector,” he explained lazily. Averia cocked her head to the side.

“What sector are you from? I don’t think I’ve ever asked, sorry,” she inquired apologetically. Sans waved a bony hand.

“Meh, it’s not like you’re the type to pry out the bare bones of my life story,” he joked, smirking a little bit when Averia failed to bite down a smile at the pun. “I’m from Sector 1. So is my bro.” Averia gave him a confused look. “What?”

“You sure you’re from Sector 1? I think I would remember a short, punny skeleton with a hot dog and hot cat cart wandering around,” she noted. Sans felt his eye lights flicker for a moment as he eyed the skeleton regular, intrigued.

“What, you’re from Sector 1? Which area? The capital? I didn’t spend too much time there, so that could be why we never ran into each other.” Averia shook her head. “No, we were in between the locked entrance to the Ruins and Snowdin Town. My aunt was a great climber, and there was this crevice that looked like a jagged crack in the ground, but it led to a canyon. That’s where we lived. We used to come out a lot more often, but then someone decided to build this weird bridge thing with bars. So that decreased mobility a little bit, but we came out to do major shopping in the Capital, for food and blankets and stuff.” Sans looked like he wanted to laugh and cry at the same time. “Mr. Sans? You ok there?” Sans decided to go with laughter apparently. Averia regarded him with the same confused expression until his laughter faded.

“Thank my bro for that. We were sentries in Snowdin Forest. That was supposed to be a gate to stop humans in case they came from the Ruins,” he finally explained. Averia’s expression must have darkened because Sans gave her a guarded look. “Look, my bro wouldn’t have intentionally hurt a fly. If we’d known there were monsters--”

“Oh, I’m gonna have some serious words with her,” she growled, interrupting Sans’ assurance. Sans cautiously reached out and poked her arm, and seemed a little bit apologetic when she jumped nearly a foot in the air, like a cat that got spooked.

“You aren’t mad at my brother for building that bridge and gate thing, right?” he asked. Averia felt her face flush the same color as her magic, a lime green.

“Oh, gosh no! Sorry, I just got lost in thought, I guess, heh heh,” she tried to chuckle, but it was obvious that she was still tense and uneasy, especially since he was still eyeing her like a bomb that might blow any moment. “My aunt just told us that the bridge was to keep bad monsters out. I’m miffed because it wasn’t anything like that after all.” Sans was still kind of gaping at her, so she just accepted her failure at socializing. “Ugh, sorry. I should really go and check on the twins. Nice seeing you again, Mr. Sans,” she rushed before practically sprinting off, almost barreling over a human child with a purple and blue striped sweater, and was that the former queen with them!? She rushed past even more quickly as the human child and Toriel went to Sans’ stand.

She REALLY needed to learn how to not daydream or get lost in thought while she was talking to someone.

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Get Well Soon (One-Shot)

Hey everyone! So I'm super duper excited about the new Hey Arnold: Into the Jungle movie coming out in a few days that I just HAD to write some fanfiction about one of my favourite couples! I can't wait to see the movie and I hope you all like this! This lovely prompt was given to me by @heyarnoldlovexoxo!

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Helga G Pataki let out a frustrated groan.

This was all football head's fault.

That wasn't entirely true but hell, she needed someone to blame. At the thought of this she turned her head to look at Arnold Shortman, her beloved, who was sitting a few seats away from her.

They were both in detention.

She could see how annoyed he was with being in detention and she sighed. He just had to play hero didn't he?

It was all because she had been having a bad day.

Her sister, Olga I-am-so-great-at-everything Pataki, had come home from Atlanta last night and tried to do some ‘sisterly bonding’ which obviously hadn't worked. Olga then had the amazing idea to wake her up at the crack of dawn to make breakfast for her parents. So by the time she had gotten to school, she was in a foul mood and her day hadn’t gotten any better.

She had forgotten her English homework at home and seeing the disappointment on Mr. Simmons face was enough to make her feel awful. She didn’t like majority of the teachers but he was an exception. He always encouraged her and she would be lying if it didn’t motivate her to do better. By the time recess started, she just wanted to go home and sleep. Her best friend, Phoebe had already sensed that she wasn’t in the best of moods and thankfully refrained from asking questions.

The peace didn’t last long.

Harold had started to tease her to a point where she was about to sucker punch the guy when Arnold just had to jump in and try to stop her.

She would never hurt her beloved but hell, why did he have to test her? A teacher had stopped them and had seen the screaming match between her and Arnold and had given both of them detention.

Helga sighed her attention turning back to the page in front of her. Their punishment was to write an essay on ‘Why violence isn't the answer’ but she'd much rather write an essay on how the light caught her darling beloved’s golden hair or his gorgeous blue eyes.

The teacher in charge of watching them was Mr. Simmons who was marking math tests when he announced, “ Arnold, Helga, I’m just going to the photocopy room to get something. I won’t be long.”

Without another word he walked out the room and closed the door behind him and immediately Helga started talking to Arnold.

“I seriously can’t believe you Football head!”

At these words, Arnold turned his head and sighed at the bully. Helga noticed that Arnold was already done with his essay and wanted to scream.

Why was he so perfect at everything?

“Believe what, Helga?”

“That you’d decide to play hero! Now you’re stuck in detention too!”

She crossed he arms and glared at him.

“Helga, are you saying that I shouldn’t of stopped you?”

“Well yes! Now you’re stuck here and doing a boring essay all because you just had to stop me! Crimany! Can’t you just let me pummel a guy when I feel like it?”

Helga let out a huff of annoyance and to her surprise she saw a small smile on Arnold’s face.

“Well, violence isn’t always the answer Helga.”

“Are you just directly quoting from the essay or is that actual advice, football head?”

“Maybe, but I know that it’s unusual for you to just lash out at someone. Normally it’s an insult or witty comment but you never lash out. Are you okay?”

Helga froze. Was she really that transparent that Arnold could see how she was feeling? Did that mean he knew how she felt about him?

“Of course I’m okay! I-uh- just had a bad sleep and I ended up waking up really early!” she said confidently.

Arnold raised an eyebrow at her and shrugged his shoulders.

“Whatever you say Helga-”

Arnold’s eyes widened and he clutched his side. Helga looked at him with a confused expression.

“Football head? Are you-?”

Arnold fell to the floor and Helga screamed.

“Arnold!”

She ran to his side and broke out into a sweat. “What’s wrong with you? I don’t know what to do! Help! Somebody!”

Mr Simmons burst through the door and stared at the two ten-year olds.

“Helga, we need to take Arnold to the hospital. This doesn’t look like something the nurse can deal with. Let’s go to my car.”

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Helga gripped the cup of juice so tightly that Mr. Simmon’s was afraid that it would break. They were waiting outside Arnold’s hospital room waiting to see Arnold. She stared at the wooden door and took a sip of her juice and covered her face with her hands.

According to the doctors, Arnold had appendicitis and he had gotten severe cramps while he was in detention. The doctors had immediately taken him in for surgery and Helga nearly fainted on the spot.

“He’s not gonna die is he?” Helga had screamed as they had taken her beloved to the operating room with Mr. Simmon’s restraining her. Mr. Simmons assured her that since they had gotten him to the hospital and that his appendix was going to be removed, he would be fine.

Arnold was currently asleep and the nurse said that once he woke up, she could visit him. Helga had been waiting for an half an hour and she was getting antsy. Suddenly two figures ran down the corridor and stopped in front of Helga and Mr. Simmons.

Helga recognized them as Arnold’s grandparents, Grandpa Phil and that crazy wife of his, and she felt a little bit relieved that some of Arnold’s family was there.

“Is Arnold okay? We raced over immediately after you phoned us,” panted Grandpa Phil.

“He’s alright Mr. Shortman, Arnold had appendicitis and collapsed in detention. The doctors have already operated on him and he is currently asleep. You can visit him once he’s awake.”

“Oh thank heavens! You hear that, Pookie? Arnold is going to be right as rain!”

Grandpa Phil hugged Pookie and noticed Helga sitting silently in her chair, looking at the floor.

“Oh, this is Helga. She was with Arnold when he collapsed and called for help. She’s in a bit of a shock but was very brave. She helped me carry him to the car and was calm the entire way through,” said Mr. Simmons with a smile.

Helga didn’t feel brave. She had been shaking furiously when she carried Arnold to the car and had been on the verge of a meltdown in the car. It was a miracle that she hadn’t fainted at all.

“Well then! I thank you, Helga! That must’ve been quite a traumatic experience for you but you saved our boy!” grinned Grandpa Phil and Pookie gave Helga a bone-crushing hug.

“Can’t...breathe..!” Helga gasped and Pookie let go and giggled.

Helga gave the old couple a smile and a nurse walked out of Arnold’s room.

“Arnold is awake. You may see him now,” the nurse said with a smile and Helga ran into the room. She saw him sitting up in his bed, still looking sleepy and his hair looked ridiculous. She ran to his bed and threw her arms around him. Arnold was surprised at the sudden gesture of affection but slowly put his arms around her.

“Don’t ever do that again, football head,” she whispered and felt the tears drip from her cheeks.

“Well I only had one appendix, so I promise it won’t happen again, Helga,” he said.

Arnold couldn’t believe what he was seeing. Was Helga Pataki crying because she was worried about him?

Helga let go of him and stood up from his bed. He looked so small in his hospital gown and he had an IV drip attached to his arm.

“I think I need to sleep for a thousand years because I’m exhausted,” murmured Helga and Grandpa Phil put a hand on her shoulder.

“Thank you for caring about our boy, Helga. It’s late and I think you should be getting home. Do you want us to drop you off at home?”

“It’s okay. You spend time with football- I mean- Arnold. Mr. Simmons can take me home.”

Mr. Simmons nodded and they said their goodbyes.

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The school was a buzz of news the next day because of Arnold being in the hospital.

Helga had found out from Phoebe that Arnold had to stay at the hospital overnight to recover and naturally, if people didn’t know the full story of events….they tended to get a little twisted. She had heard many different stories about Arnold. The one that he had been attacked by an intruder after school and had to be rushed to hospital was currently the most ridiculous one and Helga chuckled to herself. She was planning to visit him after school to just check how he was doing.

“Class, there’s a math test tomorrow, so please study hard!” said Mr. Simmons as he handed out revision worksheets. There was wave of disappointed groans.

“Darn it, I was planning to visit Arnold after school but I have to study for this test. I can’t fail math,” groaned Gerald.

Helga sat up and felt a little sorry for Gerald. He just wanted to visit his friend but now he couldn’t because of the test. She sighed and nudged Phoebe.

“Hey, hair boy!” she whispered to Gerald. He groaned and turned to face her.

“What do you want?” he asked. Helga rolled her eyes.

“Listen up, I’m planning to visit football- Arnold after school so if you want...you can make him a card and I’ll give it to him.”

Gerald’s eyes widened and he looked at her as if she’d grown a second head.

“What? Why would you visit him?”

“Ugh, I was with him when he collapsed okay? He had appendicitis and I helped. Can you blame me for want to see if he’s okay since I literally had no idea what was wrong with him and thought he was dying?” Helga said in a whole breath.

“Wait..you were there?!” Gerald exclaimed.

Helga ran her hand down her face and took a deep breath.

“Are you going to make him a card or not, hair boy?”

Gerald nodded slowly and Helga grinned.

“Oh and I’m sure Phoebe can help you study for the test tomorrow, right Pheebs?” Helga nudged her small friend who had gone a brilliant red.

“Y-yeah, s-sure!”

Gerald grinned and Helga noticed the blush on his cheeks.

“Have that card ready by the end of today, otherwise no card for Arnold.”

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Arnold’s jaw dropped when he saw Helga stroll into his hospital room with her arms full of cards and flowers. He also noticed the ‘GET WELL SOON’ balloon tied around her wrist and the how out of breath she was.

“Helga- what is this?”

Helga dumped the cards on his bed and put the flowers on the desk next to his bed.

“I swear you have way too many friends,” she groaned as she untied the balloon and tied it to the bed and looked at him.

Gerald had told their whole class that a ‘messenger’ was going to take get well soon cards to Arnold after school since they all had to study math and the whole class had immediately started working on their cards. Helga was happy that he didn’t mention her. The last thing she needed was the class teasing her about caring. When Gerald handed Helga more than thirty cards all from students and teachers as well as flowers and a balloon she thought the delivery would be impossible. Thankfully she had managed.

“So? Read them!” she huffed and sat down at the end of the bed.

Arnold looked at all the cards and picked up the first one he saw. It was from Gerald. And the next one was from Lila then Eugene then Rhonda then Phoebe and- he had received cards from almost everyone he knew. He read each one, his smile growing bigger and bigger. Once he had finished the last one he looked at Helga.

“Helga this is….thank you.”

“Well you should thank your friends. We have a math test tomorrow so most of them couldn’t visit you so I told them to make cards instead.”

Arnold was silent.

“But...why would you visit me? I thought you hated me?”

Helga froze and she mentally slapped herself.

“I-I was worried okay? I went through a really traumatising experience yesterday football head and I had no idea what appendicitis was until the doctors said so! I thought you were dying! Can you blame me for being worried? I mean who would I call football head if you died, right? Hahah,” she laughed nervously.

Arnold stared at her before smiling.

“But...you just said that there’s a math test tomorrow...don’t you need to study?”

Helga glared at Arnold, the faintest blush on her cheeks.

“Arnold can you just leave the situation alone and read all your cards otherwise I’ll hit you so hard you’ll need another surgery.”

“Okay, Helga,” he said with a smile.

The nurse came in with a bowl of soup and Helga ushered her out.

Helga watched as Arnold started to eat but she noticed he was having difficulty.

“Jeez, if you want help just ask football head.”

She scooted closer to him and took the bowl and spoon in her hands. She scooped up a small amount of soup and blew on it before stopping the soup in front of his mouth. He opened his mouth and closed it around the spoon and ate the soup. Helga repeated the process until the soup was all eaten and she put the bowl on the side.

Arnold noticed a pink card on his bed that he hadn’t read yet and picked it up.

“I missed one...it’s really pretty,” he murmured as he opened it and Helga nearly fell off the bed.

“Arnold no-! Don’t read it-!”

Arnold had already opened the card and his eyes widened as he began to read out loud.

Arnold.

I can’t believe you have so many people that care about you. It’s actually sickening.

Anyway, I’m happy you’re feeling better. It was scary going through that experience with you yesterday and I guess I’m happy you’ll be back at school in no time. It’s really boring without you. I suppose I do care about you...a little. I mean I decided to not study for math to visit you instead but you’ll probably never read this, since I’ll burn it after I visit you.

Good to see you again, Arnold.

Love Helga

Arnold looked at Helga who was dying internally.

“That...fell out of my p-pocket and y-you were n-never supposed t-to read i-it.”

Arnold was silent and Helga wanted him to say something, anything.

“I knew you cared….deep down. Thank you for all of this Helga.”

He gently crawled to the end of the bed and hugged her.

“Thank you,” he repeated and Helga slowly put her arms around him. The hug lasted a good two minutes and the sun was just starting to set, bathing the hospital in golden warmth.

After the hug, Helga cleared her throat.

“Well Arnold if any of this- and I mean any of this- gets back to the gang at school...you’ll wish you had appendicitis all over again,” she threatened but she knew that she was blushing.

Arnold grinned.

“Whatever you say Helga, whatever you say.”

#hey arnold #helga and arnold #shortaki #helga x arnold #i love this ship with all my heart #vanilla107 writes #jojo writes

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MHA - Enough

"ACID BLANKET!"

"RECIPRO BLAST!"

"TENEBROUS ABYSS BODY!"

The training room was bursting with everything from flames to acid as Class 1-A pushed themselves to train for the Provisional License Exams. The students were putting everything they had into working for the exams, ignoring their exhaustion and weaknesses to achieve their goal.

"DETROIT… SMMAAAAAAAASHHHHH…!"

Izuku splintered for what seemed to be the hundredth rock that day with the sole of his foot, sweat dripping heavily from his forehead. He'd been training all day, even before it had officially started. To become the hero he'd wanted to be for his entire life, he had to put his entire soul and body into this. He had to get his license to fulfill his dream of becoming a hero. There was no other option.

"You're getting better, Midoriya." All Might's voice wafted up from beneath the rock Izuku was standing on. The student looked down to see his former teacher staring up at him. "Good work."

"Thanks…" He was panting and out of breath, but he was so excited about what he'd been practicing that he continued on. "I've been studying the force and trajectory of my foot… as it travels through the air… considering my quirk's extra power… and body mass… to find the most efficient way to destroy the targets… without harming myself or my costume… and also-"

"Midoriya, you really need to work on that muttering."

"Huh? Oh… s-sorry, All Might, I don't… even realize I'm doing it out loud… till someone tells me, heheh…"

"I see." He paused. "You seem out of breath. You've been working hard?"

"Yeah…" Izuku swiped his sweaty brow. He would really kill for a water break about now, but he didn't want to rest just yet. There was still so much he needed to work on. "Training late last night… and I woke up early, too."

All Might smiled. "That's very 'plus ultra' of you," he chuckled. "But… in all seriousness, make sure you're not working yourself too hard. Good health comes before training any day."

"In order to get my license, I have to work harder, All Might. I have to do better than I am now or I won't be good enough. I'm going to push myself in these last weeks. I have to."

All Might hesitated, clearly wanting to object but acknowledging the truth in his words. "True, you're going to face some tough challenges in these exams. I'm proud of your hard work thus far. Keep it up and you'll be sure to get through this."

"Thanks; I will!"

Izuku soon returned to his training as All Might moved onto another student. His focused his newfound energy into kicks that were twice as powerful than before. It stung, but that was the price for getting his license. A price he was will to pay.

He had to work harder, even if All Might might not like it. Because, his mentor had spoken the truth, even if he hadn't realized it.

Keep it up and you'll be sure to get through this.

"I can do this," he whispered to himself, clenching his fist, "to be a hero!"

He sucked in a breath, trying to compose himself before another foot smash (I really need to name that move, already). His body ached with hours upon hours of exertion and no break, but he drilled his mind to focus on the task at hand.

Heroes didn't give up because they were tired. If he was going to be able to help people, he had to spend every moment his time proving he could do it. Proving he could be the symbol of peace. Proving he was enough.

"MISSOURI… SMMMAAAAAAASSSHHH!"

No matter what it took.

"My whole body hurts," Uraraka whined as she wandered up to Izuku. Training had just been let out for the afternoon, room taken over by Class B. "I don't know about you, but I'm starving. I'm ready to eat something and then relax for the rest of the day."

It sounded tempting. But, Izuku looked back at the training course the new students were beginning to train on. They were filled with an energy and potential Izuku was scared he wasn't able to compete with,

If I'm gonna win these exams, I have to step up my game. No time for breaks.

"You go ahead," he suggested. "I might do a little more training. I can catch up with you guys later."

"Even more? We've worked hard all morning," Iida approached his talking friends, expression troubled.

"Yeah. I just want to be ready for the exams." Because, in all honesty, he was really doubting himself and his abilities right now.

Uraraka frowned. She looked a little worried for him. "Are you sure? I think maybe you should just take a break. Everyone needs to sometime, and you can always come back later!"

Izuku smiled at her concern. "I'll be fine, Uraraka. Really. You guys go eat lunch, I'll meet up later." He was hungry, too, but the thought of getting in even more training hours was more appetizing. I have to get that license.

"If you say so. Just… don't overdo yourself, okay?"

"Okay." Why did everyone keep on saying that to him?

Iida and Uraraka left, and after a quick swig of water, Izuku moved from the training room to the yard. He'd practice outside for now.

The rest of the day, he more or less spent training. By evening, he was worn out from all the exercising he'd done, but he felt good overall. Stronger. Smarter. If he kept at this, he'd be so much better by the time the exams rolled around.

I'll just work hard in these last few weeks, he promised himself. Harder than I ever have in my life. If I want to be a hero… I have to be good enough!

Energy levels boosting his determination at that moment, he didn't really take into account what "enough" even was. Or if, when he got there, he'd be satisfied…

Izuku struck to a strict schedule throughout the fifteen days he had left before the exams.

Mornings, he'd always wake up at five and start to stretch in his room. He'd begin exercising at six, not even using All For One; he wanted his whole body stronger, not just his powers. He didn't know what he'd be faced with in the coming trials. At seven thirty, he'd be so pumped up to actually train by then that he'd sneak downstairs and practice his moves outside (forgoing his thundering, verbal "smashes").

Official training started at nine thirty, and he was always eager to start. He appreciated his teachers' comments, as they helped him get better as they criticized his moves from an outsider's view.

And getting better was good. It was the best thing he could hope for.

Around eleven, sometimes he'd start to realize he'd skipped breakfast. He didn't mean to, per se, but sometimes he was just so excited to train that he forgot to sit down and eat something. As the days rolled on, it turned into more of him being too tired to go downstairs than anything else, however.

Well… he could be faster on an empty stomach, right?

When training ended, his friends would all head to lunch. Izuku would usually make some lame excuse about having a big breakfast, or that All Might wanted to speak with him about his training and he had to stay behind - either way, he never followed them. He would always slink off to the courtyard, any faults he believed he might have needing to be improved right away. He practiced everything from super moves to long distance running, traveling across campus and sometimes even to town. He trained all day around his classes, blood pumping with non stop adrenaline.

He felt like he was flying at times. He just hoped he wouldn't crash anytime soon.

When he finally got back to his room, he immediately crashed on his bed, exhausted. He often fell asleep around twelve or one AM. But, the need to get even more exercising in woke him up earlier and earlier each day, like an itch he could only scratch by moving around. He was almost addicted to it, literally not able to sleep at this point, even though he was tired. His brain was just too wired up to rest. So, he woke up every morning and did it all over again.

And he would train.

And train.

And that was his sole priority. Who cared about whether he was getting barely one meal in a day? Who cared that he was sleeping for only a couple hours each night? Who cared that somedays his energy broke through the roof and some days he felt on the verge of collapse?

He didn't. He couldn't.

He ignored his body's suffering because he could, and didn't care about the possible damage he was doing to himself. There were more important things to be concerned about.

Izuku's friends were getting worried about him, though. He was good at hiding his troubles, but even he couldn't hide his exhausted face. By day four (yes, he was keeping track), they started to mention his weary looks until it became almost a daily routine.

"You're as pale as a ghost, Midoriya," Todoroki would say to him soberly as the class marched off to training in the mornings.

"Are you shaking now?" Uraraka would tell him worriedly, brow creased as she took in his figure, which was slumping a little more every day with fatigue.

"It would be wise to take a break," Iida would suggest after Izuku told him he was going to town for a jog for the fifth time in three days.

Even Bakugo seemed to take notice his withering state, on day seven sneering, "Maybe today will be the day you finally pass out."

He always made some excuse that would eventually satisfy them, but he was growing frustrated with this. Come on, how bad could he really look? He felt fine (well, most of the time) - in fact, he felt like he was soaring above all his troubles as he was able to accomplish so much in so little time.

But, he once looked in the mirror and was surprised at what he saw. A pale face sagging with exhaustion. Hair that was dirty and without its usual shine. Dark purple bags lying underneath bloodshot eyes.

A part of him knew he should stop. But, his sleep-deprivation made it hard to think as clearly as he would've and he didn't think he had done enough, yet… after all, the exams were just around the corner. He only had to continue like this till then. Six more days.

He could do that. He nodded as he sucked in a breath. I can do it.

Because he had now time to do everything he wanted to.

The only thing he didn't was to relax.

Before he knew it, the end of another week was approaching. The exams were only in a few days (it was day twelve), and Aizawa had suggested they all show off their news skills to their classmates to "attempt to boost their stamina in preparation for what was yet to come." Class 1-A was extremely excited about the idea, everyone eager to boast their moves they had been working hard on.

Everyone except Izuku, that was. He thought he'd jump up from bed this morning, ready to continue on in the tireless way he had pushed on with for eleven days…

...Except, when he woke up, he had felt awful. Incredibly, horribly, cripplingly awful. That was the best word for the way he felt he could think of. It was as if the effects of not sleeping or eating well for days on end had finally caught up to him. As the class excitedly made their way to the training course, he had to almost drag himself there, exhausted and trembling with soreness. His head felt awfully dizzy, to top it off. Sometimes, he saw black spots nibble at the edges of his vision.

"We'll go in the alphabetical order of your names," Aizawa said as they approached one of the training platforms. "Do your moves swiftly as possible; I still want some time for real training after this. Ashido, you're up first."

"YES, WAHOO!"

Izuku cringed at her loud voice, abnormally sensitive. Would it kill her to be a little quieter…?

Everyone watched in awe as their pink-skinned classmate showed them her new move - the incredible 'Acid Veil'. She got a round of enthusiastic applause, and then another student hurried to take her place.

As the remaining class all waited in line for their turns, a nearby Uraraka turned her head to say something to Izuku, but her brows suddenly lifted in surprise. He was too tired to think of what she could be looking at, and squinted in confusion.

"Wow, Deku… you're sweating a lot!"

Izuku was just as startled as she was to find strings of sweat soaking his face and neck. "O-oh… I guess I am." I'm not even hot, though, I'm pretty cold, actually… He shivered, and involuntarily rubbed his arms. It was then he realized he was already trembling.

"Are you okay? You've been training… a lot this week. You must be pretty tired."

"No, actually, I'm fine." Liar. He'd barely slept twelve hours this week combined. His body was visibly slack with exhaustion. Though his muscles felt stronger, they were also sore from overuse, causing his body to quiver at the strain of having to use them.

Uraraka gave him a suspicious look that soon faded into worry. "Deku… I wasn't going to say anything earlier, but you're looking worse today… I didn't see you at breakfast this morning, though - did you get to eat something in your dorm?"

"Um… probably. I can't really remember." No, he hadn't eaten anything. He'd been exercising in his room hours before the others had woken up, and had forgotten to grab something on the way out. That must've been the cause of his hollow stomach. His head was also pounding at him with a killer headache…

"You haven't made yourself sick, have you?"

"Of - of course not! I'm just a little tired…"

Unamused at his continued claims, Uraraka leaned forward, and before Izuku had time to stop her, she had placed a hand on his forehead as she checked for a fever. He tried to twist away, but she persisted.

"Uraraka…!"

"No! I… Deku…!" She pulled away, speechless and visibly horrified. "You're burning up! Why wouldn't you tell anyone you were sick?! We could've helped you earlier!"

"But, I… I'm not!" However, he felt awful enough right now to believe it. "You're probably just imagining it…"

"Deku, I know you don't believe me, but you feel like you're on fire! Here-" She jerked her head to the side and touched her nearest classmate's shoulder. "Todoroki, feel his forehead; he has a temperature probably as hot as your flames!"

"Wha… no, I don - Todoroki, come on, why can't you be on my side?"

"Uraraka's right," Todoroki said seriously, pulling his hand away from Izuku's feverish brow. "I know heat. You have a bad fever, Midoriya. You should really get some rest or at least take some medicine."

"I'm fine," Izuku said through gritted teeth. He didn't want to snap at them, but he was so tired and their worry made him feel guilty. "I have to do this… I mean… one small fever isn't going to…" He had to stop talking for a second as a wave of dizziness swept over him, causing him to hunch over slightly.

"Deku? Deku, are you alright?!"

"Your turn, Midoriya," Aizawa said dryly before he could answer. Already? I had hoped for a little more time to gather myself… "Show us what you've been working on."

Uraraka shook her head. "Mr. Aizawa, he can't, he's-"

"More than ready." Izuku was able to force his slouched body to stand up straight. He met his friend's eyes, letting her know he wasn't backing down. "I'm fine," he said quietly to her. "I'm going up there."

"Deku, no you're not! Please, just look at yourself… You've got a raging fever probably making it hard to think right now, but you're shaking all over, and you look like you're going to pass out!"

"Do I need to mark you as incomplete, Midoriya?" Aizawa snapped. He couldn't hear their conversation, but clearly saw his students talking together, and that meant wasting time.

Izuku head turned towards his teacher. His pale face seemed even more translucent than earlier. "N-no! I'm ready… hold on…" He approached the rocky platform before his friends could intervene. He was doing this - and no one could stop him.

But I'm shaking, he thought, watching his arm tremor under the strain of overworking his body. And I do feel kind of lightheaded…

The tougher part of him was quick to object. Heroes wouldn't stop because they didn't feel well. When All Might or other heroes are sick, they don't back off.

That was true.

He had to keep going. He'd already gone this far.

He climbed onto the platform, by now, sweating like crazy and head spinning. He ignored it. He couldn't stop now after all he'd done… haven't I thought this five times by now…?

"Midoriya? Are you ready?"

"Yes… I'm… I'm ready, Mr. Aizawa." He was clenching his teeth. He mentally told himself to stop it. "So… I've been working on my k-kick… and it's been going pretty well so far…"

He turned towards the rock pile on his left. The sudden motion left his brain reeling, and he had to pause for a moment as his body tried to function, frozen in place.

"Midoriya, this is getting quite ridiculous. Are you going to show us what you've been doing or not?"

Fueled with panic at his teacher's words, Izuku sparked All For One in preparation for his kick, even though he knew something was wrong with him. He couldn't think about the consequences right now. "Y-yes, I'm ready! I promise!" He composed himself in determination.

You've been working all week for this. Stop getting distracted. You can do this.

Letting All For One pulse throughout his body, he leapt up in the air, sailing towards the rocks. His head pounded in warning, telling him to stop, screaming that he'd done way too much already…

He didn't listen. He felt his heart begin to explode against his chest.

No. I have to be… enough…!

"DETROIT… SMMAAAaaAAaa…aa…"

His vision flickered as a roaring in his ears clouded his head. Distantly, he felt All For One begin to die out, and then finally cease to work, having been strained far too much over the past week - but he was still in the air.

Without support, he felt his suspended body begin to drop.

And Izuku couldn't do a thing. Gosh, he was so tired. He didn't have an ounce of energy left to move a muscle to save himself. He didn't feel like it, either. He'd failed. Why o on?

"...MIDORIYA…!"

"Somebo - atch him, he - go - na fa-...!"

Defeated, his eyes fell closed as he plummeted. He gave up.

I'm sorry. I guess I'm just not enough…

The roaring in his ears overtook him and he slipped into final unconsciousness.

It didn't feel like it lasted for long, however. The silence he'd at last been blessed with was broken as a soft, yet stern voice began to nag at him.

"Midoriya… it's time to wake up."

He groaned. No. I'm so tired… He just wanted to sleep forever.

"You've already slept in long enough. Come on, now, I'd like to speak with you…"

Wait… is that… All Might?

He squinted open his eyes, but winced as the simple action was surprisingly painful. His vision was blurry for a few seconds, but slid into focus as he slowly regained his senses. The first face he was able to see was All Might's, who was sitting in a chair next to his…

...hospital bed?

I'm in the nurse's office.

"You're awake," All Might said roughly, seeing his eyes at last peering around the room.

"I…" It was hard to talk; his mouth felt as dry as cotton. "...wa…'er?"

His mentor seemed to be very troubled about something, but he stood from the visitor's chair and picked up a glass of water from a small table beside the bed. Izuku gulped the drink down upon All Might helping him sit up and bring the cup to his lips. He realized he hadn't drank anything besides this today.

Today.

Wait. Today… today, we were training… showing off our quirks… Uraraka thought I was sick… I had… a fever…? Memories flooded back to him, and he had to take a moment to himself in order to absorb them.

"How are you feeling?" All Might asked. Izuku was lifted from his thoughts. "Do you need Recovery Girl? She wasn't able to do much for you earlier, as your being here was more exhaustion-related, but-"

"No. No… I just…" Confusion lined his brow. "I… I passed out."

"You did."

"But… now I'm here."

"You are."

"And… so are you…?"

"I am."

Izuku chewed on his lip. "Er… it's really good to see you…" He took in a short breath. "...but, um… what are you doing here? And… how'd I get even here?"

"I came to see you, of course. Aizawa told me you collapsed during training, and though a student was able to catch you before you hit the ground, you remained unconscious. You were brought here shortly after." He glanced at the door. "Your friends are all waiting out there, but Aizawa and I both thought you would want some time alone before visitors came inside to see you."

Izuku's head reeled with this new information. Fatigued, he was still processing things slowly. "Oh. Thanks."

There was a long pause in which All Might simply stared at him. His student grew uncomfortable under his gaze, feeling guilty as if he'd done something wrong, but couldn't quite place his finger on exactly what he was in trouble for.

"Do you know what karoshi is?" All Might at last demanded, breaking the silence.

"Um... it sounds kind of familiar." He was so tired, he couldn't remember the exact meaning of it. He recognized the roots of it, though... "work" and "death"...?

"Karoshi was a term created in Japan many years ago. It literally means 'overwork death.' If this happens so much in our country, we have a name for it, then can't you see that this is serious? That you… doing this to yourself… is serious?"

Oh. So, this is where he was going with this. "A-All Might… I've just been working hard… it's not like-"

"You managed to hide it well, but today you showed everyone how poorly you were coping. Midoriya, I don't… By pushing - no, destroying your limits, you could've not only diminished your powers, but you could've also died."

Izuku didn't like the seriousness throbbing in his words. All Might was never this… hard with him.

"Die?"

"You could probably last a little longer on this path; maybe a few months. Maybe even a whole year if you're driven enough. And then, one day, you'd collapse again. Just like this. Except, next time, you wouldn't wake up in the hospital."

Izuku swallowed.

"You wouldn't wake up at all."

"I… I wasn't trying to…"

"Please, young Midoriya… I'm trying to make you understand the significance of the situation. I maxed myself out so much I eventually lost my abilities because of it, and it was all due to the fact I worked too hard. I pushed myself beyond my limits - and though I thought I was doing the right thing, I'm now unable to save another person in my lifetime." He sighed, leaning forward and rubbing his temples. "Your hard work is admirable, Midoriya; but there is a time when going 'plus ultra' and simply overdoing it begin to blur. This has gotten far out of hand."

"...but, it's just, the exams-"

"-will be fine. You were already doing so well before this extra training. This just exhausted yourself. I don't care what Aizawa says. I don't want the new symbol of peace overworking himself like this again, do you understand me?"

Izuku pushed himself up on the bed, but quickly regretted it as his head gave a painful throb. "If I'm going to be the symbol of peace, I have to go beyond! I don't - I can't care about what it does to me. I want to be a hero."

"This… is not the way!" All Might's expression was exasperated. "Do you really believe you can continue like this? Surviving on three, four hours of sleep a night, one meal a day, and a fever blurring your sense of reality?"

Izuku was about to protest, but he stopped short as All Might's words begin to sink in. Can I really do this forever? I collapsed after only a week... how am I supposed to do it for months without break? And did that mean… he didn't have the strength to be a hero?His tensed shoulders slackened. "I just… I-I want to be like you… so bad..."

The familiar Midoriya waterworks were turned on as all the feelings he'd bottled up this week surfaced at last. He had to hide his face from All Might, embarrassed.

Suddenly, he felt a hand rest on his shoulder. He forced himself to stop crying, bracing himself for a typical berating speech from All Might telling him to cease his tears and push through his exhaustion if he wanted to be a hero.

But, it never came.

"Midoriya," All Might said softly, "whether or not you become the symbol of peace is not my greatest concern."

"I… what?"

"I've been hard on you today… but not because I'm angry at you. I was just so worried. I don't want you to end up like me. I want to see you live and be happy and avoid the mistakes I made." He shook his head. "My greatest concern right now is you. Not the successor of One For All. Not an aspiring hero at U.A. High. You. Izuku Midoriya, the boy who would do anything to help people."

A little color returned to Izuku's cheeks.

"Just a little while ago, I promised your mother I'd look after you, and yet I stood by and I let you do this to yourself. But, no more, alright? I can't bear to watch this happen to you. Not only is it unhealthy, it's a horrible thing to watch your protégé killing themself before your very own eyes. When I heard that you had collapsed, I feared…"

Izuku looked up at his teacher. He always looked serious in this form, but now, he just looked sad.

All Might truly cared about him. He was worried about him.

Izuku was exhausted and trembling with dozens of different emotions right then, but he was able to think clear enough to realize that All Might… was right.

All this pushing himself wasn't necessary. He was, more or less… enough. His abilities were enough. He didn't need to kill himself to become a hero; he just had to do his best. Had to know exactly what he was working towards. He wasn't training to become the License Exam champion. He was trying to become a hero.

And heroes didn't destroy themselves. Because people still needed them. And if I keep going like this, I won't be around for the people that need me.

"I'm... I'm so sorry for worrying you, All Might," he sniffed. "You're right. I can't do this forever, and I can't be a hero if I die. I was wrong. I've made a lot of mistakes these past weeks. But…"

His pale lips turned upwards into a small smile.

"I think now… I'm ready for the exams. I've realized what and what not to do. I'm not going to overdue myself in training… or in combat. Even in the exams... I'll be smart. And this time, I'll control myself."

A spark of relief lit in All Might's eyes. "That's the idea, young Midoriya. You're learning from my mistakes. I'm so proud that you've come this far. You're going to ace these exams, I know it. You have the talent in you, and now you've got the drive."

"I guess… I do."

Izuku didn't know if he'd ever believe he was truly enough. But, he just had to accept that and keep going. That's what heroes did, after all. When they couldn't save all the people or defeat all the villains, they didn't sit around cry; because look at what they had accomplished.

Look at what Izuku had done. Even before all his training. He'd saved lives, protected his friends, defended All Might, and so much more. He had done all that. He, Izuku Midoriya, the quirkless, useless, wannabe hero.

All and all, he wasn't perfect. Far from it, to be frank.

But, he was enough for the people he loved. And that, he supposed, was quite enough for him.

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