#the principal confronted me about it and i said i could tell the teacher was upset when i told her

[pinkfey]

i don’t think i’m built to work with teachers in the school district 😔

[chaepink]

can u make headcannons on sub!yan’s tendencies in the relationship?

also can i be 🉑 or 🌝 anon?

dating sub!yandere boys hcs ♡

sub!yandere boys when they date you.

wc: 1.1k+ words | masterlist

dom!fem!reader, unhealthy relationship, mention of killing/murder, both sfw and nsfw!, mention of feminization, bondage

note: yes you can be 🌝 anon!

— your yandere would be possessive of you, even more compared to when you two were just friends

— well, you thought you two were just friends. he already assumed you two were together sometime earlier during his friendship with you

— he would do anything for you in order to make sure you're happy and safe

— a friend of yours is getting too touchy with you? well the next day that friend is ignoring you and when you confront them, they look at you scared and quickly scurry away from you. did your yandere do something to them? surely not

— a weird guy keeps following you around your neighborhood? well a couple of days later you see on the news that his body has been found near a river and weirdly enough, you havent seen your yandere on the days before the guy's death

— you complain to your yandere about how a teacher gave you a bad grade on something you worked so hard on? suddenly your grade changes to a A and that same exact teacher suddenly resigns from the school

— he'll try his best to know where you are most of the time and try to follow you back home to make sure you're safe (though its really obvious, you don't acknowledge him so he thinks he's actually doing something)

— but no matter how scary and possessive they are of you, they just want to be good for you, really

— its almost as if they're a puppy for you, always there for your beck and call

— give them a simple command and they'll do it immediately, no questions asked

— ask them to buy you a snack from the nearest store? he'll return back with a bagful of others that he thought you would like

— they're super clingy and always want to be near you

— somehow they manage to have the same exact classes that you have and at the same time. maybe you guys are just lucky? little do you know that your yandere hacked into the principal's computer to change his schedule to fit with yours

— if you're sick, they would immediately fetch you some medicine and make so many bowls of your favorite soup that you're not sure you could finish them all

— they would be so sad when you're sick cause that means they can't be as close as they usually are with you :(

— in bed, nothing changes at all. rather, he becomes even more infatuated with you

— they're still so good and obedient for you, always following your commands. its cute

— like what i said with him doing it with no hesitation, your yandere is eager to do what you say

— tell him to get on his knees? say less as he's already doing so, staring up at you with such innocent eyes

— tell him to open his mouth for you to stick your fingers inside? he opens wide and sticks out his tongue in such a sinful manner, hazy eyes absolutely begging you to make him choke on your fingers as drool drips down his chin

— order him to suck your strap and get it all wet? he's quick to get in between your legs and get his hands on the fake dick, his mouth going straight to bobbing it up and down and gagging as it hits the back of his throat. he'll try to subtly grind his hard on against your foot without you noticing but you do anyways but he's being a good boy so you allow it

— and oh my god is he so shameless in public

— no hesitation in telling you what he wants you to do to him when there are people around

— you'll be at brunch with some of your friends and suddenly you'll feel a hot breath on your ear, such sinful words coming soon after

"im wearing lingerie under my clothes, your favorite set too. wouldn't you like to just ruin me right here and now? make me cry and look so pretty while you show everyone im yours?"

— safe to say that you immediately dragged him to the family bathroom and fingered him until he was gripping onto you for dear life, begging and crying out for you to stop and take pity on him (he's lying about wanting you to stop)

— when you're out with errands or just at work, he'll take such sinful pictures of himself to send to you randomly

— the pictures would include his legs spread out, a obvious bulge in his underwear, and something adorning his body whether its lingerie, a maid outfit, or rope that's tied so tightly on him

— if he's feeling like teasing you even more, he'll send whimpering audios that beg you to come home and fuck him and if you listen close enough, you'll hear some wet noises that let you know that he's masturbating

"f-fuck, [name] come back s-soon, please? i-i miss you so much! i- ah! i-im wearing your favorite outfit right now! i'll be a g-good ngh boy waiting for you ♡"

— itll end up with you rushing home after you're finished to fuck him dumb in that outfit, making it stained with his tears and cum

— he knows you can't really get him pregnant but your yandere just loves those straps with cum in them that you can just shoot inside him whenever you're fucking him fast and rough

— that'll make his eyes roll back and head throw backwards as he lets out such a loud mewl at the feeling of your fake cum filling him up

— and afterwards he'll tease you by using his fingers to push the cum thats gushing out of his hole back in before licking his fingers

— although your yandere is a good boy for you most of the time, theres times where he's a brat

— he'll talk back to you whenever you command him to do something or cum without permission

— but just some long edging or overstimulation will break him and turn him into a sobbing mess

— tying his hands to the headboard and keeping his legs spread apart whilst a vibrator is inside him on the highest setting is his favorite punishment

— your yandere thinks you don't know that since you do it all the time but you actually do know it, you just love the way his face is stained with his drool and tears while his chest and the sheets underneath him is covered in his cum afterwards

— such a slut but we love him for it

ty for reading to the end! ❤ - chaepink

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[star1ight0]

Shouta Aizawa x Reader "Room for one more" PLATONIC

Tw for runaway/kicked out, abuse and sh(sorta)

Quirk: garden: allows you to manipulate and grow plants

Request are open

You had attended UA high for some time now and had made it into class 1-A you were lucky to be there considering how against your parents were. However the only reason you are able to attend was under the Principal Nezu's offer to have the school assist money wise. Your parents hated heroes and the idea of their kid being one disgusted them. You made it a point to mention as little school at home to avoid confrontation. But being that you enrolled late you had some paperwork to do.

You had asked for more time to get it filled out as it seemed impossible to talk to your parents together about the matter. However this was already 3 months into the school year, and you could tell both Aizawa and Nezu were tired of your excuses.

Aizawa made an effort early in the year to show as little care as possible to his students, and this was further proven by how strict he was and how careless he seemed to act towards all of 1-A. This was quickly disproven when he seemed to sacrifice himself for the class as a whole.

That being said you were the only enrolled student without everything completed, so he made it clear he'd have you removed from the class.

When you got home your mom was at work and your father seemed to be in a good mood so you pulled out the paper work from you bag and sat at the table with your dad.

"Can you um.. help me fill these out please dad. It has a bunch of questions about family health history and I also need your signature on some."

"Why? I thought you'd be smart enough to do this shit since you seem to be too good for this family we've done enough just allowing you to go to that god forsaken school."

After some back and forth it seemed to escalate and it only worsened once your mother got home. It went from paperwork to how horrible of a child you were.

"Sense you are too good for this family maybe you should just leave. "

Everything seemed to go downhill from there. You tried to reason with her and convince her to just let you say but it only seemed to make her want you in the house even less. Finally you tried to reason with them one more time ultimately getting yourself a hit to the face from your dad. Ending with him giving you till the end of the night to leave the house.

What were you even supposed to do? You had a bag with a few clothes and not much money. Most of your extended family lived on the opposite side of Japan so there was no way you could get there nor stay there for more than a few days.

There was absolutely no way in hell you could tell any of your UA friends you parents just kicked you out over hero school paper work. So you had little to no options.

A few hours passed and you were out wandering the streets and you decided it'd be best to just go back to the school and find somewhere to crash for the night. Halfway to the school it started raining and it was well past midnight and you still had nowhere to go. You sat in a nearby coffee shop soaked and used some of the money left on your card. You scrolled through your phone trying to think of someone to call when your eyes landed on your homeroom teacher's number. It was a bad idea right?

He probably wouldn't answer anyways, but what other choice did you have? The phone rang 3 times and just as you were about to give up the line picked up

It's 2 in the morning you better be dying or calling on accident kid.

No unfortunately, I um- do you - um..

Spit it out kid I'm tired and UA doesn't pay me nearly enough

Yeah no sorry um.. is the school open?

No why the hell would it be open. Why are you even calling?

Um..

You feel a knot in your throat and your mind went completely blank

Are you okay kid? Where the hell are you

Um a coffee show a few blocks from the school. I- don't -

You can feel breaking down completely on the phone and your brain forming incoherent sentences.

Just stay there. Don't move. I'll be there in like.. 8 minutes.

After some time past Aizawa showed up and the first few minutes were just him trying to get you to calm down without saying anything that could possibly make you shut down completely. After you were completely calm and got you in the car.

If you tell me why you're out at 2am and what the hell and who the hell happened to your face. . I'll let you sleep on the couch.

You placed your hands on your lap and summoned small vines with thorns around your hands and then they all disappeared and you could feel Aizawa looking at you canceling it out. "None of that. Okay? Just talk about it. Please kid, you gotta give me something to work with before I let you crash on my couch"

You looked over at him pulled out the blank paper work "They don't like heros. They only let me go because. . Nezu offered to pay for most of it. I asked for them to help and.. it all escalated so quickly. Next thing I knew : hit to the face from my dad and my mom telling me to get out."

He looked to you with a feeling you couldn't quite understand, was it anger? Was he angry at you for this, your mind began to race and you felt yourself closing off again and feel your chest pound.

"you'll stay at my apartment, for now at least. You won't be going back home for a while"

As you went to protest the idea he shut it down quickly saying it was no trouble and reassuring you on the matter as a whole.

Sorry I haven't been posting I'm busy and stressed

[timmydraker]

CW: drugs

When Tim is seventeen, Bruce gets a call from his principal asking for a private meeting to discuss Tim’s education. It’s not abnormal, but the parent teacher meetings weren’t due for another month and something about the tone of Professor Wilcot’s voice leaves Bruce concerned.

He organises it for the next afternoon and politely tells the timid looking man to please get to the point.

Wilcot answers with a tight lipped frown, “I recently discovered that Tim has a few nicknames. Now, that in itself isn’t a probably but the names themself are… concerning.”

Bruce immediately thinks of Red Robin and worries his son has been caught, but that makes little sense when Tim has shown to be the best at contingencies and secret keeping.

“Such as?”

With a deep sigh the man continues, “Well, there’s ‘Benzo’ and ‘Opi’. As well as ‘27’, which is recently learned references a so called ‘club’ of celebrities who die at that age for-for drug abuse.”

Even if he wasn’t a detective, Bruce could easily put it all together. Benzodiazepines and opioids, both drugs and a number well tied to such a thing all regarding a famed person.

It’s like he’s just gotten inside from being drenched in snow and had hot water dunked on him as dozens of different moments come to mind. He remembers Tim going from being down and low, tired and drained to suddenly being extra alert and chatty. He assumed it was coffee, but Tim often had a red nose and sniffled like mad.

He also got shakes, was made fun of by his brothers for being a sweaty person, and irritable at the best of times. He was jumpy and easily spooked, which everyone connected to him growing up safe and getting no sleep.

Tim also had forgotten basic case information a few times but usually managed to cover it up.

Bruce had noticed and responded by trying to lessen his work load, only for Tim to scream at him, storm off and come back looking drowsy a couple of hours later.

Wilcot doesn’t speak for a while, seemingly giving Bruce the chance to process his words but when he does it’s just to put forward the last bit of evidence Bruce needs.

“I admit it isn’t exactly ethical, but I check Mister Drake-Wayne’s locker and… I thought it would be best if I let you chose how to proceed lest I harm his reputation.”

A bottle, almost empty, of Oxycodone and a half full bottle of Oxymorphone.

Bruce looks away when the last bottle lands on the table, it’s a benzodiazepines called Dalmane and there are no pills because they’ve all been crushed into a powder.

Bruce doesn’t even want to think about how those drugs interact.

Wilcot says one last thing before he leaves the room, quit clearly giving Bruce a moment as the reveal settles in his mind, “Tim is a good kid. He’s kind to everyone and I truely hope he can get help. Please, if there is anything I can do, contact me. Other than that, I will keep this quiet. Please take care of him.”

Let it be said that Bruce Wayne loves his children, he genuinely cares for them and most importantly, he likes who each of them are.

But he’s not always the best father to them, not when he’s too far in his head and his head is too far up his arse.

He tries to confront Tim calmly and with compassion at first but it becomes clear he isn’t qualified to deal with it and he should have gotten Alfred or even Dick. When Batman deals with addicts all he has to do is get them to a hospital and show he isn’t judging them, but with his own son and when he’s not being Batman…

Tim instantly locks up when Bruce shows him the bottles and his defences go straight into overdrive, “Bruce, don’t. That’s not fair! Did you go through my fucking stuff?! That’s fucked up!”

Bruce looses his composure quickly, “Don’t you dare curse at me, Timothy. You are a goddamn hero and you’re doing this? Why did you tell me?! I could have helped you! Why, Tim?! You e seen what people who abuse drugs end up like-“

Tim screams so loud Bruce can practically hear how it hurts his throat, “WHAT FUCKING DRUGGIES?! IS THAT WHAT THEY END UP LIKE?! TOO FUCKING LATE BRUCE, YOU’RE TOO LATE! I GAVE YOU EVERY FUCKING SIGN AND YOU DID NOTHING SO FUCK OFF! I. AN HANDLE IT ON MY OWN!”

“This ain’t handling it, Tim. You’re addicted. You’re erratic, you’re bouncing from mood to mood and, have you seen how skinny you are? I’m worried, Tim.”

Maybe Tim would have been able to handle it better if he hadn’t been a few hours into withdrawal, but all he does is swing. He manages to catch Bruce of guard and hit him square in the jaw, only to realise what he’s done and start hitting himself the same way.

Bruce breaks as he watches his son who is usually so calm and controlled break down in a fit of aggression and pent up energy.

When Tim manages to hit himself hard enough Bruce. An hear a crack from his hand.

As he speaks again he dooms himself to a life time of regret, forever wishing he had gotten Alfred’s advice first.

“I’m sorry son, but until you’re clean, you will no longer be Red Robin.”

There’s a silence before Tim releases a wheezing laugh of disbelief.

It’s soon followed by the most enraged, harrowing scream Bruce has ever heard. It feels as if it shakes the walls before Tim kicks at his father’s stomach and bolts.

Bruce is too stunned to follow and foolishly assumes he can track his son anywhere.

Tim, even after he manages to shakily pull out the Dalmane he had in his pocket just as he passes the gate and take a big inhale, manages to put his mind together enough to remove his watch and key.

Bruce is forced to shamefully admit what happened a few hours later when he can’t find him and realises that Tim isn’t coming back.

Alfred for the first time in Bruce’s entire life actually glares at him.

Dick shouts at Bruce about how unbelievably stupid he is.

Jason just scoffs and says the kid will come back while Damian makes a comment about Tim being weak.

Maybe they would have reacted better if Bruce told them why Tim left, but he shamefully doesn’t want to admit he didn’t notice that Tim was a dealing with addiction under his own nose.

But Bruce has never been good with honesty.

[katsuthelittlekitten]

Requested by @iloveyall-18 it was a really nice idea 🥰🌹

Many teachers flirting with reader ( teacher ) and r not paying any attention to them but Larissa still getting really jealous and all so she tries to win r over with cute little acts such as buying her flowers , getting her hot chocolate, etc and then towards the end Larissa confesses about her feelings and jealousy and r says smth like “

Aww rissa i didn’t flirt with them because you’re the one I want “ “ I chose you “ and kiss - The end 😜🫶🏼

People flirting with you in nevermore wasn't really new anymore. You had gotten a lot of attention the second you started working at the school two weeks ago. After all you knew how pretty you were and wasn't that much surprised when you received praises and compliments from teachers and sometimes even from student when walking in the corridors.

It was gratifying really, of course it was but you never really cared about them or did anything when it occured.

You just wasn't Interested and that because the only women you really cared to receive sweet words from, was Larissa Weems.

Unfortunately for the tall blonde though, she wasn't aware of that detail. So every time she had the unpleasant occasion to see someone flirting with you or giving you attention, the principale would get insanely jealous.

It was impossible for her to stop the pain she felt went you looked at someone else's or when you flash them one of your perfect smile, because Larissa just wished you'd give them all to her instead.

I mean could you really blame her, you were perfection in her eyes and she loved you with everything she was, so her natural instinct just wanted to have you to herself.

Honestly, for Larissa it was feeling like loosing you more and more every time someone would come to you and try their chances.

I mean, in a way it was normal for her to feel like that because she wasn't has open with her emotions toward you than the other's.

But god, if she knew.

If she knew how much you loved her to, then maybe it would have saved her from all the trouble she went through to get your attention.

Not that you didn't liked the multitude of flower bouquets and chocolate boxes that you received, including the little poems she wrote to you from time to time.

They were just adorable and full of love, a real confession of Larissa's feelings in your opinion. That's when you realised how stupid you've been really. Why did you wait so long to just confess yours to her if she had the same feeling you had.

Really maybe the only thing needed was for one of you to find the courage and confess.

She loved you and you loved her.

So what were you both waiting for?

Well that's what you would actually learn today since you've finally decided the time had come for you to confront the women and tell her how much you loved her and only had eyes for her.

After teaching your classes of the day, you had immediately picked your stuff and made your way to the principal's office none invited. You knocked on her door and waited for an answer.

Yes please come in!

A cute smile appeared on your face when you heard her voice and just gently entered the large office. You walked to Larissa's desk looking into her eyes like entranced and just stood in front of it silent for a second, a bit flustered.

Larissa observed your shy and adorable form standing just in front of her desk. You just looked...so cute and her breath tighten a bit at the view. God how much she loves you.

Well, hi sweetheart, how could I help you this nice afternoon.

The principal said with a nice and gentle voice, accompanied by one of her perfect smile.

Your eyes met hers for a moment and you felt a bit stressed and unsure suddenly but you took your courage into you own hands and asked what you wanted to know.

Larissa...do you...do you love me? Please I...I need to know it's important.

The blondes eyes opened wide at how frank and direct you are and just stare at you for a good minute. She looked absolutly frozen and you started to doubt her answer...but she actually blushed and seemed shy suddenly.

Oh y/n...

She said before actually standing up from behind her desk and walking to you. She was so tall and now that she was in front of you, you actually needed to angled your head to look into her eyes. Larissa then, moved an hand to your cheek and caressed it gently.

Of course I love you darling...since the first time I looked at you in fact, but...I don't seem to be the only one in this school anyway.

Larissa said with a archer tone and maybe...anger.

They all seems to swoon when they see you, I can't really blame them...after all you are the cutest thing I've ever seen.

After saying this, your women walked to her drink table and poured herself a whisky. She seemed a bit annoyed and maybe...jealous.

You blushed so hard at her comment and just smirked amused and flattered. Coming form her it was just heaven and you wanted to kiss her so bad. None the less, you didn't skipped the part about the others "swooning" at you and you frowned a bit. Was Larissa jealous? Of the other teachers, seriously it would be ridiculous you only ever had eyes for her. But...she didn't know that. Oh...

Well now you understand why she was sending you all this...she was trying to get your affection because she taught she didn't had it...Oh Larissa.

You felt an overwhelming need to tell her how much you loved her and your body instinctively walked back to her and you took her free hand in yours. Your eyes met hers again and you smiled with so much love.

Larissa...I love you.

It only ever has been you.

Didn't you realised that I never flirted with them back. It's because you’re the only one I want "I chooses you".

Larissa took a sharp intake of breath when you said that to her...god knows how long and how bad she actually wanted to hear that from you. She was speechless and the only thing she could muster was to lay down her glass and take your face between her hand to kiss you passionately.

For a moment you were stunned by it but you rapidly kissed her back with as much love and affection you could muster. It felt just perfect, soft and full of love and you wondered why you both waited so long.

When the two of you ended up parting to take your breath, Larissa's eyes were shining like stars and she seemed genuinely happy. Her hand started to play with your hair and you smiled happily at her.

I can't believe we waited so long to do that...and I'm sorry for being compleatly blind and not seeing what was in front of myself y/n...I was just so jealous.

It's ok Rissa, we both were acting like children's to be honest, the important is that now we know. The only person I need to swoon over me is you I love you.

You said proud of yourself and with a big smile on your face. You looked adorable and the blonde only chuckled, before hugging your body to hers tightly.

You really are the cutest my angel, I love you to.

Of course you both kissed back after this...and many many times more. Why not after all now nothing could keep you from matching up with the time you lost.

[cosmicanemoia]

Nights Like This

Ava Coleman x Reader

Inspired by Kehlani's song, Nights Like This.

"He dated me for five years, but I only dated him for 2"

The reason: you were together at the time, you see signs but you ignore them because you trust her, and when you found out and confront her, she didn't deny or even tried to apologise, but instead justify her action and calls it quit with you saying "Let's be real, we both know we ain't gonna last this long" with that she turns her back walking away from you and leaving you in tears.

Five years of relationship and it ended for a few seconds just like that. The first two years were great, but it started to strain on the third, that's when she met her boy toy, now boyfriend. She managed to lie and lie, the hiding, and sneaking out went out for years, but she got sloppy and you accidentally found out when she made reservations for both at the same time.

"Hi. Uh this table is reserved for me and my girlfriend" you said to the guy who sat opposite you. "No. This is the table reserved for me and my girlfriend" when Ava arrived, the guy grabbed her hands and kissed her, calling her sweetie. You watch in horror trying to figure out what's happening in front of your very eyes. Flashbacks started flooding your mind, showing the all the signs and reason for the scene in front of you, and all you could mutter was "I'm such an idiot" you scoff and started to collect your things before a tear starts to fall from your eyes and went out the restaurant.

Ava followed you outside. "Hey babe--" ava started talking but you cut her off "Don't babe me. I'm such a fucking idiot. How can you do this to me?" She didn't answer. You face her and lock eyes with her "How long?-- How long have you been seeing him behind my back?--" You wait for her answer, "I don't know three years, maybe" she said without remorse, your jaw drop by the revelation "oh- my- god-" you put your hand on your mouth, your breathing heavily "you should have broken up with me, instead of rubbing it in my face" she yelled at you "I didn't meant for you to find out!" "Oh. So you don't plan on telling me. Hey girlfriend I secretly have a boyfriend and I don't want you to find out" you mock "I love you and I really like him. I don't wanna hurt you" she said and you scoff "That's very foolish of you" you tell her and it triggered her "Let's be real, we both know we ain't gonna last this long" then she left and went in the restaurant to continue living her merry life, and your left with a hole in your heart.

Her obsession in climbing the social ladder makes her a cheater. And you can't hate her for being ambitious and doing anything she wants just because, even if you can, you won't, and you would never because you love her way too much more than you should. Maybe you failed showing her how much she meant to you or maybe she just didn't saw.

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You now run a non profit organisation with your friends who are also your colleagues from your actual job.

You are a ghost writer. Not caring much about the publicity or fame, you love being a ghost writer. Though sometimes people convince you to agree to be credited and have your name along with the other writers, they said only few people look for the writers nowadays. You agreed in the end, but you told them they have to use your pen name and not your actual name or else you're out.

The songs and stories you ghost write are doing pretty great and are instantly becoming a hit and more request comes your way.

You and your friends were out celebrating your joint success and you all agreed to give back to the community.

You and your colleagues ended up deciding to do a Charity event rather than choosing to donate to just one establishment.

Every teacher and principal are invited. All kinds of people who works at a school is encouraged to attend.

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Gregory, Jacob, and Janine, were sitting on the sofa in the teacher's lounge while Barbara and Melissa sat in their usual spot.

Janine suddenly stands up and squealed eagerly "check it out. There's a charity ball and we should all attend" Ava walks in unnoticed

It was Janine's idea to attend. She was scrolling through her phone and she saw her feed flooded by the news of the upcoming event. One or the only best idea she's ever had. But Ava heard it "Oh. I was just about to tell you that. We all should come. It'll be fun, seeing you all dressed up and looking nice tonight" she looks over at Gregory "looking forward to seeing you in a suit, young idris" she proceed to wink at him and look at the camera to give it a wink too.

Janine frowned "the ball is on Friday night. It's still Tuesday" Ava looked at her up and down with a pout on her face "that's literally what I said"

The bell rang signaling the end of lunch and everyone dispersed. Everyone went to get their kids or went right to their classroom. Ava went to her office and open her laptop checking the charity ball Janine was talking about.

She saw the poster and the slogan. She thinks its well made, pretty, and inviting. She didn't read all the details and just skimmed it for the date and the theme. She didn't see your name on it, she didn't know you were one of the hosts.

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The night of the charity ball have arrived.

Everyone looks elegant. People converse with each other while waiting for the hosts to start the event.

After a minutes of waiting for others to arrive you decided to kick start the event so you walk up the stage and tap the microphone, checking if its on or working.

You cleared your throat and speak loudly and clearly "Hello, Beautiful people. I just want to steal your attention for a brief moment. I am Y/N Y/L/N. I am one of your hosts tonight and I invited generous people whom you can ask for money and get the fund you needed for projects or supplies you want to have at your school. Let's get this party started, and oh- one more thing, don't be shy to ask for the stars. Have a good one everyone, we have an open bar."

Everyone applaud and cheers. A whoo and a whoop whoop here and there, high fives all around, and loud whistles.

Janine, Barbara, Melissa, Gregory, and Jacob walk towards you and surrounds you. They introduce themselves and the school they teach from. You shook each of their hands and you listen to their stories.

You were convinced you were going to help and donate at Abbott elementary. Not because of their sob stories but because the genuinity you feel coming off their vibes and the way they talk about the students. They truly love and care for them.

Another school steal your attention from them, so you excuse yourself to listen to the others and give them their chance.

When you were away from them, they noticed that someone was missing from their group. So they scan the area and they saw their boss, the principal of Abbot Elementary, Ava Coleman, is sitting in the open bar. They all decided to walk up to the open bar.

"I'm okay. No need to check on me" she said without turning her head to look at them. Melissa snorts and Barbara grinned "I'm just here to enjoy and get shit-faced, kid" Melissa replied. "It is an open bar after all" Barbara added.

After one too many drinks they told Ava to talk to you and use her charm on you, unaware of the past you shared, their convincing her to woo you, so you would help and donate to the school they all care for.

Ava did what she was told, convince that she should at least give it a try and that she'll lose nothing, anyway.

"What's up?" She nodded in your direction. You chuckled "we don't have to do this. You can just ignore me all you want. I assure you it won't affect my decision" she looks away from you so you look at her and for a moment you thought she was contemplating saying sorry, but alas, it was indeed just in your head "OK. Thanks hottie" she starts to walk away from you "You're welcome. Shawty" you shouted for her to hear, you know she heard you and she did, but she didn't look back or acknowledge your statement she just kept walking away from you, again.

"That was fast" Janine complimented which made Ava scoff, "Do you too know each other well?" Jacob asked and everyone turns their attention to Ava looking at her with anticipation "What?!" She said in a high pitched tone. Everyone looks at her accusingly, she sigh in defeat "She told me, I should just ignore her and that we don't have to do that. She's my ex." Everyone groans and are shocked with the revelation.

"We're never gonna get that donation, are we?" Melissa said to everyone and to herself "Let's just hope she's not petty or vain enough to stop helping us because our principal broke her heart" She added and scoffs

"No. She's cool. She said it won't affect her decision.-- How did you know it was me who broke her heart?" Ava replied "Aren't you?" Gregory asked, she just look at them one by one and order a stronger drink to get her through the night.

You walk up on stage a little tipsy "Hi, people. Is everyone having fun?" Everyone cheered and shouted "YEAH!" You smiled to yourself "well let me add to the fun your having. I have a surprise guest. Everyone give a round of applause to my friend, Kehlani!"

Most of them cheered and applauded, standing up from their seats and walking closer to the stage, and some are shocked and kept where they were when you made the announcement with their jaws almost hitting the floor.

"Thanks babe. Good evening to you all. Here's a song I think you all know, what you didn't know is that she help wrote it with us" kehlani said on the microphone and points at you.

It was dark for a moment and all the lights went out until the song started playing and the small stage light up.

.......Thought you was mine, but you decided to be with him though. You took my feelings and just threw 'em out the window.......On some nights like this, shawty, I can't help but think of us.......You gon' say you want me, then go switch it up

Just gon' play with my emotions just because, no.......All them times I played the fool for you. Thinking we could put it back together, thought we had forever. You never see my point of view.......

Since the song started everything became a blur, 'I might have way too many drink' you smiled at yourself and went to the bathroom to wash you face.

Ava saw you making your way to the bathroom and without thinking her body moved on its own and decided to follow you there to check up on you.

When you lift your face up from the sink after splashing water on your face you saw a figure standing behind you, you took a paper towel and gently wipe the water off your face. Your vision cleared and the figure behind you was ava staring at your reflection.

She crept a hand on your back to try to give you comfort planning to ask how are you, but you dismissed her "Don't" and you walk out the bathroom leaving Ava dumbfounded.

A few seconds later you came back barging in the bathroom door. You walk up to her, you are now standing face to face, "I told you to ignore me. Why are you here? What do you want?" You stated, your voice laced with anger "I didn't know you know Kehlani and that you help wrote that bop" Ava said, always talking without thinking, a quality you once greatly admire.

You were quite for a moment, "You want to meet her." You look down and nodded. You look her in the eye and sigh you were about to say 'okay' but she speak first "I want you. I miss you. I'm sorry." her eyes glistened and you could feel she's mustering courage for what she's about to do, then she kisses you softly and gently, but you are not reacting or moving so she pulls away from you.

A tear was about to fall on her eye but before it happened you grabbed her hips and pushed her against the wall. You linger, your lips centimeters away from hers, you moved your nose to her neck and inhaled her scent "you copied my perfume" the heat of your breath on her neck makes her blush and have goosebumps. You slide your nose up and down her neck, teasing her.

"Please" she beg, desperation evident in the way she said it. Her arms start to wrap around your waist but you didn't let her, you grabbed her arms and pushed it beside her, "I didn't tell you, you could touch me" you said then you slide your tongue on the pulse point on her neck

"Please. Please. I'm begging you, just do it" she said while she's catching her breath, she seems like she just finished a long run "do what?" You tease her more.

"F- Fuck. Fuck me. Please." Her breath hitches. You kiss her neck then bite her and leave a mark. She let out a moan but it was quickly Interrupted when you finally kissed her on her lips.

You lift her up and sat her on the sink. You smirk to yourself thinking where this is going to go.

You heard the doorknob rattled and quickly pulled away from Ava, you look in the mirror and try to fix your posture, she jumps down the sink to do the same. It was Barbara, she came to the bathroom to wash her hands.

"Barbara you're fired" Ava said jokingly, Barbara replied sarcastically "Sure. Dear"

Ava scans the bathroom looking for you, you already went out when you finished tidying yourself when you got Interrupted. She went out the bathroom when she didn't saw you, she scans the room and saw you slow dancing with someone.

You're dancing with the famous singer, your forehead clashing at each other while your arms are around her neck, and hers are around your waist, hands almost or actually touching your butt.

Ava stopped on her tracks when she saw you in somebody else's embrace. Her chest tightens and she's hurting. She gulped and tried hard to make her body move to the bar, and when she get there she ordered the strongest drink they could offer. She wants to spit it out and be disgusted but with the bitter drink, she also swallows the bitter truth. You were not hers anymore and she knows she's the reason why.

[thisgirlnamedblusy]

Hi I hope you have a great day/night. I love your work and I wanted to request something please (if you don't want it's totally okay)

So I want to request a Marylin with Student reader but R is Larissa daughter. R and Mary are already but they didn't tell to Larisa yet and one day she caught them and confronted them.

Thanks you and see you next time

Yesss!!! Here it is!!! I hope you like it and sorry about the language mistakes!!!! :))))))

The Weems girl secret

Pairing: Marilyn Thornhill x Fem, Student! Reader

Warnings: Angst, fluff, reader is Larissa’s daughter

Word count: 5,484

Summary: You were the Principal Weems’ little girl, but you have a big secret that you try to hide the best way you can

N/A: Requests are open!!! Sorry about the delays and for not posting this week, I’m having a very stressful time at work :((( I’m sorry about that, I love you all, and thank you for your support

“How are the classes going? Miss Green told me that you are a prodigy in literature...” Said your mother, Larissa Weems, in one of her infinite attempts to stop feeling guilty about sending you to Nevermore, the school of which she was the principal.

You shrugged as you took a sip of your chocolate milkshake.

“I guess so,” you sighed.

Larissa looked at you, analyzing your gestures.

“Come on, talk to me (Y/N), you can't stay angry with me…” She told you. You smiled wryly.

“I'm not angry, it's just that everyone knows that I'm your daughter, no one tells me anything at all. It's frustrating,” you said, crossing your arms and constantly looking at the clock. “I have to go.”

“You have to go? Where?” Your mother asked, arching an eyebrow. Even when you did everything she told you, you couldn't get rid of those uncomfortable interrogations.

You shifted in the chair, nervously looking everywhere.

“Well, to sleep, I'm very tired today,” you said, faking a yawn.

Larissa looked at you suspiciously. You weren't good at lying, you didn't know how to lie and you never needed to, but on that occasion you had to do it, it was more than obligatory.

“Darling...” Your mother sighed, preventing you from getting up.

“What?” You asked in your usual teenage tone. She looked at you carefully.

“I have the feeling that you are hiding something from me,” She said with half-closed eyes, paying attention to all your small expressions, altered by your nerves.

“Yes, I'm sleepy,” you said, looking away from her accusatory eyes and freeing yourself from her grip. Larissa sighed, but she finally let your arm go, watching you walking away.

Nervously, you walked through the hallways, constantly checking your watch. You had something important to do and your mother's constant questions and attempts at fraternization made your free will around school very difficult for you, especially lately, especially since you had a secret, something that you couldn't let to be discovered.

Looking around, you knocked on the wooden door. Being in the hallway where the teachers lived was always a risk, a risk that you took every night, that you accepted every night as a routine.

“(Y/N), you’ve come...” Marilyn Thornhill, your botany teacher, sighed.

“Well, of course I have. It's not easy to get rid of my mother, but here I am,” you said with a smile. She handed it back to you and stepped away so you could enter the room.

When the redhead closed the door, the two of you stood looking at each other for a brief moment, before Marilyn approached, gently grabbed your waist and kissed you tenderly on the lips. You smiled when you felt the kiss. That was the only thing that could make you forget all your problems.

It seemed like something impossible, unattainable, but when by mistake you confessed the love you felt for your teacher, you discovered that impossible was nothing, that she had also been repressing her feelings, that her favorite student was something more than just that.

Logically, that kind of relationship was dangerous, it exceeded the limits of Nevermore, the rules and the school ethical code. But that wasn't the biggest problem. The biggest problem was your mother, the principal.

Fighting not to be discovered was simple, at least until that moment. But with the passage of time, and the consolidation of a loving relationship, a real, authentic one, your way of being was affected and your mother, always on the lookout, noticed it.

“I've missed you...” You whispered in the redhead's ear. She laughed and hugged you tightly, placing small kisses on your neck.

“(Y/N), you saw me in class this morning,” she said amused, caressing your cheek. You smiled and nodded, rolling your eyes.

“It's not the same, and you know it,” you said with a falsely dark tone. “You got it? Do you have it?” You asked impatiently. Marilyn bowed her head and walked to her desk.

“Here it is... A cabin for two...” She said, handing you a sheet of paper that you looked at as if it were a treasure.

“I can't wait...” You sighed, looking again at the small cabin that would be your home that weekend.

“Do you already know what are you going to tell your mother?” She asked curiously. “You know it's not easy to fool Larissa.”

You sighed, shaking your head. The idea of spending a weekend with Marilyn, away from Nevermore, alone, had occupied your mind those days and you hadn't even bothered to think of an excuse. The realization made your legs tremble.

“The truth is I don’t…” You said discouraged. “I guess I'll ask my classmates for help.”

Marilyn frowned and crossed her arms.

“(Y/N), that's not a good idea,” she said with a serious tone. You snorted.

“I know, but it's the only excuse I have,” you said, sitting on the bed. “I sure can count on the Weems advantage.”

“The Weems advantage?” The redhead asked, sitting next to you.

You nodded thoughtfully.

“Being the principal's daughter has its advantages, you know, I can sneak into her office and get the files. I'm sure many of my colleagues would pay to have that information.

“That's dangerous,” Marilyn said.

“I know, but it's worth it to be with you,” you said carefree, smiling innocently. Marilyn shook her head, biting her lip.

“You're hopeless, (Y/N),” she said amusedly, kissing you again. “You are crazy.”

“Yes, for you,” you teased, lying down. “What are we going to watch today? I hope you take my recommendations into account.”

The nights were like that. There was nothing beyond kissing. Marilyn was a cautious woman, she did not want to take risks. You felt somewhat frustrated by that attitude, but you never insisted on taking another step in the relationship. That fabulous weekend that was about to arrive would be the best moment.

In her room, you watched movies, series, you laughed, you kissed, you hugged. It was like a little refuge for you, a refuge full of pure, innocent love, and above all, a true one.

And there, lying on the bed, with your hands intertwined, watching anything on the computer, you passed the time. Between kisses, caresses and laughter. Something that on the one hand was frustrating, but on the other hand you believed that they were the best moments of the day, and of your entire life.

“Well, it's over,” the redhead said, when the credit titles appeared on the screen. “It has been well…”

“I know, I have chosen it,” you said with a mischievous look. “Wait, wait,” you said, grabbing Marilyn's arm, who was about to get up. “Can't we stay like this a little longer?”

“(Y/N)…” She said, in a warning tone.

“Come on, please…” You said, pouting exaggeratedly. Marilyn opened her mouth to say something, but at the last moment she changed her mind and went back to lie down next to you.

You smiled victoriously, settling into her chest again as her hand stroked your hair.

After a few minutes, and making an effort not to close her eyes, the redhead sighed melancholy. You looked up curiously.

“What are you thinking about?” You asked. Marilyn looked at you and shook her head.

“I think that if they catch us things are going to go really bad,” she told you in a serious, but at the same time sad tone. “This is very risky.”

You shook your head.

It wasn't the first time Marilyn questioned your relationship. It's not that she didn't love you, quite the opposite, rather it was a rational concern. You were who you were. A student, the principal's daughter. She was your teacher.

“Without risk there is no victory, Mari,” you said amused, kissing her briefly on the lips. She laughed and shook her head, caressing your cheek.

“And what is the victory?” She asked, looking you straight in the eyes. You opened your eyes wide, thinking of an answer that you didn't have at that moment.

“Well... Being together,” you said sighing, shrugging your shoulders. “But I guess not this way… Stop hiding… You know, let classes end and I'm no longer your student. I think that is where we have to get to.”

Marilyn nodded with a sad smile, looking into your eyes in that way that made you melt.

“(Y/N), there's still your mother,” she said, kissing you, pulling you closer to her.

“What's wrong with my mother?” You asked annoyed. The same topic always came up.

“Do you really think she would accept what we had?”

“Why not?”

Marilyn laughed nervously, shifting on the bed.

“You're 20 years old, I'm 43, I'm your teacher…” She began to say, getting you to roll your eyes when you heard the same words as always.

“You won't be forever.”

“I'm supposed to take care of you.”

“And you do it.”

“(Y/N), stop fooling yourself, Larissa will never accept our relationship.”

You snorted, unable to convince the redhead.

“She'll accept it. And if she won’t, well, I don't care about her, I'm not going to give up on you,” you said, crossing your arms, indignant. She remained thoughtful, with a half smile.

“(Y/N)…” She whispered. You looked at her sharply, suppressing the smile she always managed to get out of you.

“What?”

“I love you,” she said softly, approaching you, silencing your possible response with a tender, warm kiss. You let yourself go, deepening her kiss, hugging the redhead, losing control.

Delicately, you lay on top of her, while the caresses ran through your entire body. Your breathing became disordered, rapid, uncontrollable, as did your desire. You didn't have that rational way of seeing things, you simply acted according to your instincts.

Marilyn, however, realized what she was doing and put a hand on your chest to stop those kisses, those caresses that were little by little getting out of control.

“Honey, no, we can't, not here...” She said, fighting against herself, brushing her lips with yours. You sighed and gave her no respite. You kissed her again, this time more intensely, passionately.

“What does it matter...” You said against her lips. The redhead stopped you again, shaking her head.

“Can't you wait for the weekend? The two of us will be alone there...” She said amusedly, fleeing from your caresses as her own desire allowed her.

“No,” you said dryly, lifting your shirt over your shoulders. At that moment she froze, admiring parts of your body that she had never seen before, becoming dazed, running her hand over your collarbone, over your belly...

“Please, stop...” She said to you, although it seemed more like she was talking to herself, while the buttons on her blouse gave way to the skillful attacks of your fingers.

“No...” You sighed, kissing her neck, biting her lips, going wild.

Three soft knocks on the door almost gave you a heart attack. You both widened your eyes, scared.

“Marilyn? It’s Larissa,”  

“Shit,” you said. “Shit, shit, shit.”

“My God, it's your mother, what does she want?” Marilyn whispered, buttoning her blouse again.

You were nervous, looking for your shirt on the bed, trying to think clearly.

“How can I know?” You said nervously. “Oh God, oh God, oh God.”

Marilyn stood up, looking for a good place to hide you.

She quickly grabbed your wrist.

“To the closet, quick, quick, quick,” she told you, pushing you into the cabinet, leaving your shirt abruptly on your chest.

“But...” You said before the redhead closed the door.

“Stay there…” She whispered to you. You were terrified, your whole body was shaking. Also, the closet was small, you didn't have room to put your shirt back on. Rarely have you been so afraid.

You heard the door open and the unmistakable sound of your mother's heels on the wood.

“Larissa... What's wrong?” Marilyn asked, unable to control the trembling tone of her voice.

“Does something have to happen for me to want to talk to the only person with common sense in Nevermore?” Your mother asked, with some irony, closing the bedroom door.

You stayed hidden in that closet, avoiding making any movement that would open the wooden door.

“Talk?” Marilyn asked, nervous. You couldn't even see her and you already knew what she looked like. Shaky, blushing and nervous.

“Yes, unless I’m interrupting something,” Larissa drawled.

One of your tremors pushed the closet door open, causing it to squeak just enough to be noticeable. Luckily, Marilyn stepped in front of it, immediately closing it and hitting your nose in the process.

“No, no, I was reading...” She said nervously, holding the door with her hand. “What do you want to talk about?”

“(Y/N),” she said, sitting on the bed. “That girl has me very worried.”

You held your breath when you heard your name. You certainly didn't expect Larissa to want to talk about you, much less to Marilyn. That made you suspect that something was wrong.

“What's wrong with (Y/N)?” The redhead asked.

“She's always been a strange girl, but lately she's starting to worry me,” your mother said, sighing. “And that's not the worst thing, on top of that I went to see her in her room and guess what: she wasn't there.”

“Oh, well, she maybe is with one of her friends,” Marilyn said, with an innocent tone, unable to convince anyone that she was telling the truth. Luckily, it seemed like Larissa trusted her.

“I doubt it, Marilyn…” Your mother said. “You get along well with her, right?” She asked. You gave a small start, pursing your lips so that your frightened breathing was inaudible.

“Um... Well I...” Marilyn said.

“Oh, come on Marilyn, she spends every afternoon with you in the conservatory. She probably tells you more things.”

“The truth is, she only helps me with the plants, she is a nice girl,” the redhead said, sitting next to Weems.

“And I suppose that during all that time you talk about something, right?”

Marilyn nodded and shook her head. She didn't know what to say to that, she was almost cornered. You couldn't move, or even barely breathe, predicting a truly uncomfortable conversation.

“Well, about the plants, about the classes...” Marilyn said, smiling shyly.

“Please,” Larissa said with a sharp voice. “I have been the Nevermore’s principal for 10 years, I know what happens in every corner of the school. It's clear that something is happening here.”

“What... What do you mean?” Marilyn asked, stuttering.

“Don't play dumb, you know perfectly well,” Larissa said, sharp, threatening.

That was the end. You didn't know how, but surely your mother had been aware of your nightly skirmishes for some time and surely that visit was just one of her tricks to make Marilyn confess. You were done.

“(Y/N) is dating someone, right?” Your mother asked.

You sighed in relief, having to put a hand over your mouth to silence your breathing. You were on the verge of fainting.

“I, I don't know,” Marilyn said, sighing too.

“I'm sure you know, and if you don't want to tell me it's because I'm not going to like it, am I wrong?”

“I promise you I don't know anything,” Marilyn said, gesturing with her arms in surrender.

“Hmm,” your mother murmured.

“A, also, (Y/N) she is a smart girl, I'm sure if what you’re saying is true, you shouldn't worry.”

“Don't be so sure, Marilyn. I know my daughter, if she hasn't wanted to tell me anything it's because she knows that I'm not going to like it.”

“Well, she's old enough,” Marilyn said, with a slightly annoyed tone.

“That's what scares me. Look, Marilyn, (Y/N) is a good girl, too good, in fact. I don't want some jerk to break her heart... I can't help but worry,” your mother said, with a sincere tone.

“I understand, Larissa.”

“Good, because I have to ask you a favor.”

You were very attentive, and you sensed the unpleasant task that she was going to propose.

“Yes, of course,” Marilyn said, with her usual smile.

“If you have the chance... I would like you to try to get some information out of (Y/N). She trusts you, I'm sure that if you ask her, she will have no problem telling you anything. She always speaks when she feels confident.”

That made your blood boil.

“Are you asking me to spy on your daughter?” The redhead asked with a gesture as surprised as it was amused.

“No, God no...” Larissa said, with a fake smile. Clearly, that was precisely what she was asking for. “I only ask that if she tells you something that you think is important, you let me know. Don't force it, just be natural. I'm asking this as a personal favor, Marilyn, I can't think of anyone better than you.”

“I... Well, that's, that's fine. I’ll try,” the redhead said, getting up from the bed, looking fearfully at the closet, which threatened to open again.

“Thank you, Marilyn. I count on you. Anyway, I'm going to try to get some sleep,” your mother said, heading towards the door.

You closed your eyes as you heard the heels on the wood, getting further and further away, until the familiar squeak of the door reached your ears.

“Quick, get out,” Marilyn said, opening the closet and pulling you along. You almost stumbled, but managed to stay on your feet, holding back your laughter.

“My name is Thornhill, Marilyn Thornhill, license to spy,” you said jokingly, adopting the pose of the famous secret agent. The redhead shook her head, sighing.

“It's not funny, (Y/N). You have no idea how bad it has been,” she told you, falling onto the bed.

“What about me? You broke my nose,” you said, rubbing it.

“If your mother catches you here, she would break mine,” Marilyn responded. “This is very difficult, (Y/N)...”

You finally put on your shirt and sat down, putting a hand on her leg.

“Eh, I'm sure she would forget, don't worry. Just tell her a lie,” you said in a pleasant tone, downplaying that disturbing situation.

“A lie? I don't know how to lie...” She sighed, caressing your cheek when you lay down next to her.

“Mari, don't worry, besides, tomorrow is Friday. Surely the romantic weekend helps to clarify your ideas.”

“Or to dig my own grave...”

“Well, I think I'll go to my room before Warden Weems gets the key and rummages through my drawers…” You said, kissing her briefly and getting up from the bed. “Tomorrow at the usual time in the conservatory?”

She nodded, looking at you tenderly. Sometimes your optimism was beyond the limits of a common person, but that was cute, funny.

The next day…

“Well, I'm leaving,” you said to your friends, getting up from the table in the quad where you were enjoying a pleasant autumn afternoon. There were only a few hours left for your trip and you were nervous. Luckily, your friends had agreed to cover for you. They were the best friends in the world.

“I thought you would go at night,” Enid said, the most nosy of all.

“Oh yes, but I'm meeting Miss Thornhill in the conservatory to help her. I can not deny,” you said, taking your bag.

“You are a serious nice talker, (Y/N),” your friend Yoko said.

“I do what I can,” you said with a smile, walking towards the old glass building.

There, as always, Marilyn was organizing the plants. You stayed for a moment admiring that woman. She was the best thing that had ever happened to you, despite the differences, despite all the obstacles that were between you. Her tenderness and innocence captivated you. You could be looking at her all day.

A vibration interrupted your fantasies.

“Oh, don't fuck with me,” you whispered, taking out your phone, which was agonizingly warning you that it had no battery left. “You are a disaster, (Y/N)…”

Sighing, but with a nonchalant shrug, you walked into the conservatory, taking a quick look around.

“(Y/N), is nice to see you,” the redhead said with a perhaps too wide smile.

“Yes, keep pretending that you don't see me every day,” you said jokingly, leaving your bag on her desk. “What are you doing?”

“Well, watering the plants, is quite obvious,” she said with a smile, grabbing a watering can. You nodded unconcerned.

“Hey, I have great news,” you said, getting a little closer to her. Marilyn looked at you and nodded for you to continue. “I already have an alibi. My friends are a treasure… I already have everything prepared for the trip. I can't wait to get out of here...”

“Oh, the trip, of course,” she said, with a strange expression.

“Imagine being far away from Nevermore, far from my mother... With the person I love... Alone... under the fire of a romantic fireplace...” You said, wandering erratically around the building, making exaggerated gestures, as if you were in a modern art performance. “Doesn't it seem ideal to you? I have to admit that when you proposed the idea of the cabin in the woods I wasn't very convinced, but I've thought about it better. I can't think of a more romantic place.”

Marilyn looked at the floor for a moment and made another strange face. But in an instant her face smiled again, placing a hand on her waist.

“You know I always have good ideas,” she said whispering. “And regarding that loved one… I suppose you really want to be alone with her…”

You blinked, but you didn't even pay attention to those words. Marilyn was like that, she liked to play with you, bring out everything you had inside, especially the feelings you had towards her. You didn't find it strange.

“Yes... It's about time. I swear I'm not going to get out of bed.”

Marilyn smiled but she couldn't hide a gesture of surprise, something that did seem strange to you.

“Was there an energy point here?” You asked, taking your charger out of your bag.

She nodded, pointing to a power strip under her desk. Finally, you put your phone on charge.

Taking advantage of the fact that her back was turned, you hugged her waist. She stood stiff, firm, scared.

“(Y/N)...”she stammered, barely moving.

You, amused at seeing her nervous, ran her hair over her shoulder and kissed her neck, heading towards her ear.

“What's wrong, Marilyn?” You whispered suggestively. “Are you nervous? Don't worry, I've already told you that my mother's situation is under control.”

She didn't respond, she simply walked away from you, turning around.

“(Y/N),”she said when you approached, biting your lip, ready to give her a kiss. She mysteriously backed away. “Wait, wait a minute, I, I don't...”

Before you could react, a vibration from your phone interrupted you. You went to look at it with a smile.

“I'm sure it’s my annoying mother, she'll want to know where I am. She certainly looks like a police officer. But hey, now that you're her insider, I think we can rest easy. I swear I almost fell out of that closet yesterday... It was funny.”

“Yes...” The redhead sighed, frowning. “Very funny…”

Winking at her, you looked at the screen. You went pale, confused. It wasn't your mother who sent you the message, it was someone you didn't expect, that wasn't possible. It was a message from Marilyn, and her words did not help you catch your breath: Today it will take me a little longer to go to the conservatory, I have several surprises for our trip. Wait for me there.

“Oh, no...” You whispered, looking at the time she sent it. It was only ten minutes ago. There was no way she was in front of you, there was no way she was Marilyn. You went into shock, unable to even blink.

What came next was worse. Marilyn, the real Marilyn, came into the conservatory with a couple of shopping bags.

“Hello honey, sorry about the delay, but I had to buy some…” She changed her face, dropping the bags. It was logical, her double was in front of her, with a angry face. “Things…”

You looked at both of them repeatedly, lamenting, nervous.

“Shit…” You said, seeing how the Marilyn you were talking to became your mother again. “Shit…”

“Larissa,” she sighed the redhead, with the same pale and confused face as you. “What's happening?”

“That I screwed it up…” You said, with your whole body trembling.

“But, but, haven't you read the message I sent you?” She said, upset, without paying attention to your mother, who didn't look away from her, waiting for the perfect moment to attack, like a good predator.

“How do you want me to read it if it didn't have  battery?”

“Haven't you put it on charge?”

"Well, no, how was I going to know that my mother was going to pretend to be you?” You asked nervously, taking your hands to your head.

“Well, you should guess if you knew I wasn't here,” she said, angry, nervous, embarrassed.

“I already told you that my phone didn’t have battery!” You yelled, letting out some nerves that were beginning to make your blood boil.

“Silence! Enough!” Your mother shouted. You both looked at each other and turned your head to Larissa, who had an unreadable expression.

“Mom, I...” You said, trying to find a good excuse, although you knew perfectly well that there was none.

“Silence, (Y/N), I don't want to hear a single word,” your mother said, serious, blunt. “Now I’m beginning to understand many things.”

“Larissa, I…” Marilyn said.

“I told you to be quiet,” The principal responded. I don't know how I could have been so blind. All this time worried, I thought about who my daughter could be spending time with and it turns out that she had extracurricular classes with her teacher. It's disgusting, Marilyn, it's so unlike you that I don't even recognize you.”

The two of you looked at each other, giving up, waiting for the fight that was coming and in which there was no place to take refuge.

“This, this has an explanation...” The redhead whispered, her voice breaking.

“What explanation? Marilyn, I trusted you. I considered you a friend, a person with principles. It's incredible that you betrayed me like this. With my daughter, Marilyn, with my own daughter…”

“I'm sorry, okay?” Marilyn said, defensively. “I, I couldn't help it.”

“Oh, you couldn't help it,” Larissa said, with a mocking tone. “Don't make excuses, Marilyn, she's a kid! Don't you realize what you've done?”

“Hey, she hasn't done anything,” you said, trying to defend the woman you loved.

“You better shut up young lady, you and I will talk later. You're going to be grounded until the gorgons turn people into candy,” your mother said, hissing.

“That's not fair,” you said, protesting. Marilyn was already sobbing. For you it was a humiliating situation, but for her it must have been much more devastating.

“Larissa, I... No, it's not what you think...” The redhead said.

“It's not what I think,” she repeated again, with mockery, irony. “I don't have to think anything, Marilyn, I have seen it with my own eyes. I saw how my daughter was willing to kiss you here, at school, and I don't even want to imagine what she was doing last night hiding in your closet. I don't even want to think about it.”

“I was hiding,” you said, crying too.

“I can imagine that, (Y/N),” your mother hissed, getting dangerously close to you. “Since when has this been happening? When did you start laughing in my face?”

Marilyn did not respond, she stood with her head bowed, staring at the floor, trembling, unable to maintain her composure.

“For longer than you think, mom,” you said defiantly.

“Marilyn, look at me in the eyes, or don't you dare to do it? You're involved with my daughter, with my girl! And you don't even dare to look at me in the eyes now,” Larissa said, ignoring your comment.

The redhead raised her head, looking at you briefly.

“I, I don't want to hurt your daughter, Larissa...” Marilyn said, sobbing. Larissa raised her eyebrows, laughing wryly, anger was clear in her eyes. “I love her.”

You looked at her suddenly, surprised by those words, by that unexpected response.

“You love her? But have you gone crazy?” Your mother said.

Marilyn nodded, taking your hand bravely. You were excited, leaving fear behind, feeling safe, reaffirming the feelings you had for her.

“We love each other, mom,” you said, supporting Marilyn, making her feel that you were on her side, that you always would be.

“Don't talk nonsense, (Y/N), you don't even know what you want… You're too young,” Larissa said, passing a hand over her forehead.

“Yes I know! I love her!” You shouted. “You always say that I should look for someone suitable, someone who really loves me, who cares about me... Well, very well, I've found her. Marilyn is the best thing that has ever happened to me, and you are not going to stop me from continuing to love her.”

Marilyn squeezed your hand tighter.

“But dear, don't you realize that that can't be possible? That is not good?”

“Who says it? You?” You said indignantly.

Your mother pressed her lips together hard, but she didn't respond, darkening her gaze.

“Larissa, I understand that you don't like it… And I understand that I'll have to leave Nevermore,” Marilyn said, getting your attention.

“I should fire you right now…” Larissa said.

“Very well, fire me,” the redhead said, defiant. “But that's not going to keep me away from (Y/N). I'm, I'm tired of being a coward. I shouldn't, but I'm honest, I love (Y/N) and would do anything for her.”

“And I would do anything for you…” You answered in a low voice, admiring with pleasure the change in attitude of the shy and innocent Marilyn.

“Oh my God…” Larissa sighed, resting her hands on her desk. “(Y/N)... Why are you making it so difficult for me?”

“You make it difficult,” you responded, no longer crying. “If Marilyn leaves, assume that I will go with her. I'm of legal age, I can do whatever I want. I don't care if you like it or don't like it, but I'm not going to give up the woman I love, so you can get used to it.”

Larissa approached threateningly, ready to slap you, to give you a corrective, but at the last moment she regretted it, clenching her fist and relaxing her face.

“(Y/N)...” She sighed, clasping her hands.

“Mom, please...” You said, watching how little by little she seemed to calm down.

“Marilyn,” she said, now looking at the redhead. “I should kick you out, report you to the police, yell at you, even break your nose... But... I'm not going to do it.”

“What?”

“I don't like it, I don't approve it, but I really can't think of anyone better for (Y/N)...” She said, without looking at you, walking around the same place. “If what you say is true... I can, I can let it go...”

You smiled and so did Marilyn. You both looked at each other in disbelief at those words.

“But I'm going to tell you one thing, Marilyn Thornhill...” She said, pointing her finger at your girlfriend. “If you think about harming my daughter, you will have to deal with me.”

“I will make her as happy as I can,” Marilyn said, looking at you with sincere love, with relief.

Larissa nodded.

“So I can go this weekend with her?” You said, jokingly, knowing that the danger had passed. You got a nudge from Marilyn, of course.

“Do whatever you want, but I, don’t, want, to know,” your mother said, leaving the building between indecipherable whispers and occasional bad words.

“Well, it’s done,” you said, hugging the redhead.

“And no signs of affection at school!” Your mother shouted, walking away.

“Oh my God, I thought it was going to give me a heart attack,” she said, resting her head on your shoulder.

“She will end up accepting it, believe me, I know her,” you said, kissing her on the lips.

“I'm not very sure, she will kill me when she has the chance.”

“Not if I'm here to prevent it,” you said amused, trying to forget the awkward moment. “Everything you said… It was beautiful.”

“I thought I was going to die,” Marilyn said, brushing a strand of hair away from your face.

“Well, at least I don't have to explain myself to anyone anymore,” you said, sighing. Marilyn looked at you with some pity.

“Will it go well for us?”

“Of course it will.”

“I hope you're right, (Y/N)... I could never live without you... Not anymore.”

“Me neither, Marilyn...”

[mochinek0]

Daminette December 2022: 25-Demon/Angel

Damian sighed as he walked into the community center. He had been assigned community service for punching someone at school. The school had thought it was best for the youngest Wayne to see the consequences of his actions and what his actions could lead to. They volunteered him to work in a reformitory.

Damian looked around the room of people. It reminded him of Arkham, just less yelling and screaming. One person caught his eye; a girl staring out the window. She sat perfectly still on the windowsill.

'Who is she? Why is she alone?'

Damian quickly grabbed the clipboard out of the attendant's hand.

"Hey!" they cried.

He flipped through the pages quickly and found her: Marinette Dupain-Cheng. He shoved the clipboard back and started walking towards her. They grabbed his arm.

"I wouldn't go near her." they whispered, "We go told very bad things about her. She's very violent."

'These people are idiots.'

Damian walked up to the sill.

"Hello." he spoke.

Marinette didn't speak or turn at the sound of his voice.

"Not one for words?" Damian questioned.

"Words are filled with lies." she stated.

'Progress.'

"I am told you are violent." he continued.

She sighed and continued looking out the window.

"I do not believe them." he concluded.

Marinette turned and looked at him, shocked. Damian noticed tears build up befre she quickly shut down her emotions.

"So what?" Mari questioned.

"I am sentenced for one month to work here for two hours, three times a week." Damian informed her.

"Lucky you." she declared.

"I would rather spend time with you than with idiots." he stated, "I can tell you are not like the others."

As he turned to leave, he said his name was Damian and left.

It took until the very last day for him to get her to open up once more.

"I was never violent." Marinette whispered, still looking out the window, "Not until the end."

"The end?" Damian asked.

"I snapped." she sniffled, "My parents sent me here because the couldn't 'control' me anymore. That's a lie."

"Why don't you tell me when everything went wrong." He spoke.

She shrugged, "Why not? I get out of here in a week. I'll be eighteen by then and I'm suppose to get my stuff from them. I'm never going home. I grew up in Paris, France and my parents were bakers. Everything started with a new transfer student; she was a liar. I could see through her façade, but no one else could. She lied to people like we breathed oxygen."

"I confronted her. She said she was only 'telling people what they wanted to hear'." Mari sighed, "Nice to know people wanted to think so badly of you, huh. Anyways, she faked disabilities, told lies about going places, made up connections to celebrities. I tried to tell my friends, my classmates, but they wouldn't listen. One of them knew she was a liar and said it was better to let her lie; that everyone would find out eventually. Later, she started to spread rumors about me, saying that I was bullying her, sending her threatening texts, calling her at all hours so she couldn't sleep. It was all over a boy she wanted me to stay away from who was my friend. There even came a point where I got expelled because of her."

"And you proved your innocence." he smirked.

"If only." Marinette answered, "I never got a chance to defend myself. There had been a tip to the teacher that the answer sheet for a test was in my bag. My idiot teacher had already graded the tests with it, but I somehow needed it. When I accused her, we were sent to the office, together. She walked down a whole flight of stairs and then started screaming that I pushed her."

"Did they not check the footage?" Damian growled.

"Nope. The principal listened to people with money and powerful parents more. I was just a baker's daughter. Why would the daughter of an Italian diplomat lie?" Mari waved off, "She wasn't sent to the nurse or a hospital. She then accused me of stealing a necklace that was an heirloom. It was really a Gabriel necklace that had come out five months prior, but the 'evidence' was there. So, I was expelled."

"How were you reinstated?" he questioned.

Marinette laughed, "The bitch claimed to have a lying disease that made her fabricate evidence under stress."

Damian gripped his jeans as tight as he could to stop himself from running off.

"Not sure when it started, but eveyone started telling my parents how 'awful' I was to her." Marinette stated, turning back to the window.

"And they believed them?" he asked.

Marinette nodded, "Soon, it wasn't just her bullying me, threatening me. She got the whole class to do it. They started tripping me, destroying my homework, my designs, spilled coffee on me and played it off on my own clumsiness. One day, she said I chased her until she twisted her ankle."

"What happened?" Damian pushed.

"That was the day I snapped." Mari replied, "I don't remember what happened. I was sitting in the back of the class and the next thing I know, I was being pulled off of her. She had a broken , fractured jaw, and was bleeding a lot. I'm told I just kept callign her a liar over and over, but I don't know. Then, I was sent here. I've been here for....two years, I think?"

'I was right. This isn't a violent girl. This girl is an angel and she plummeted.'

"May I hug you?" Damian asked, suddenly.

Marinette turned quickly. He could see her face had turned bright red and she was shocked by his gesture. Damian leaned in and held her close.

"I do not believe you are bad." he whispered, "I think you are a better person than most."

Marinette shakily brought her hands around him and began to sob.

"What was that girl's name?" Damian probed.

Mari sniffled and pulled away. She wiped her tears, like nothing had ever happened, and turned bac to look out the window.

"Layla Rossi. She went by Lila." she answered, "I don't know if it's still with my things, but I kept a journal about everything. You can read it if you want. I decided to keep it as a reminder to never let it happen again; that I never needed friends, again."

Damian stood up and placed a hand on her head. He smirked as he walked away and explained he had permission to look though her belongings. He found the journal and smiled. Marinette had no idea she had just made a deal with a demon.

Damian sat in front of the batcomputer. It had been easy to find article in Paris about the incident. Marinette's name hadn't been mentioned, but Lila's was everywhere. It had made headlines that Gabriel Agreste's muse had been beaten up and bullied by another girl and had to take time off from modeling. Lila had painted herself as the ultimate victim saying she was being bullied for trying to protect Adrien Agreste from the girl. Other people backed up her statement by saying she had been obsessed with the male model.

Damian looked at Adrien Agreste's picture on file and glared.

'Blonde hair. Green eyes. Clone of his mother. Recently started school at age thirteen. What a joke. He's not even that good looking.'

It wasn't even a challenge to find where everything took place. Neither of their social medias were private. There were pictures of the school on both accounts and they had the same circle of friends. Damian hacked into the school and began to go through the dates in Marinette's journal. It was all there: the bullying, the tripping, being shoved and threatened. She had been right; no one had even looked. He quickly started downloading all the evidence.

"What are you doing, Damian?" Bruce spoke, suddenly.

Damian handed over Marinette's journal. Bruce looked from the pink book to the screens. It was easy to see he wasn't pleased.

"This girl is in the program I was sent to." Damian declared, "I want her here. I want her to work for us. We would have to help her get her GED, but it shouldn't be too difficult."

"You want her in the manor?" Bruce inquired.

"And at Wayne Enterprise." his son answered, flipping to the back of the book, "She's a designer. Her name was mentioned by several celebrities and had backing before all of this. I assume the person let their emotions get the better of them and was jealous. Everything about the bully revolved around her and making her appear better then Marinette. She claimed to know celebrities that the designer knows. The designer was friends prior with the Agreste child and had won a contest. What better way then to take the designer the Agreste turned away than to take her for ourselves?"

"We can have her make suits to the next gala and see how the do as a trial." Bruce declared.

"She gets out next week." Damian replied, "We can get her, then.

"Why wait?" his father asked.

"She'll be eighteen by then." Damian smirked, "Her parents won't be able to do a thing."

Bruce smiled at his son's remark.

Damian arrived with Bruce, next to him. Marinete looked at them confused.

"We are taking you home with us." Damian declared.

Marinette looked between the both of them in shock, "What?"

"We have already made a room for you in our home." Bruce spoke.

"Why?" Mari asked.

"We are going to help you graduate so you can work on your own." Damian answered, "You wanted to be an individual who did not need to rely on anyone, if I remember correctly. Get your things."

Marinette stared in shock at the size of Wayne Manor. Damian helped her place everything in her new room, while Bruce gathered up the rest of the boys for dinner. Mari set her clothes on the bed and turned to Damian.

"Why?" she questioned, "I still don't understand."

"Someone clipped your wings, Angel." Damian answered, "No one should have made you fall to my level."

"What level is that?" Marinette asked.

"Hell." He smirked.

"You, Demon Spawn!" Jason interrupted, "Quit flirting. Alfred says dinner is in five minutes. "

Marinette blushed at the implications. Sure, Damian had brought her into his home, but she doubt that was the reason why. At dinner, Mari found out that Damian was Bruce's only son; everyone else had been adopted. They all had hard lives growing up and Bruce had taken them in without a second thought. The older boys had teased Damian for following in his Father's footsteps in taking in blue eyed people in need. All of them made her feel welcome. They told her they would take her around the city to elp her get use to the area. Alfred was happy to have another person to cook with. That itself had earned some of the boys to look away and find the idea of paint appealing.

"Am I adopted now?" Marinette questioned.

"No." Dick answered, "You're eighteen so you just live here."

Marinette smiled, "Thank you."

Damian walked Marinette back to her room.

"Don't worry, you will get use to the manor, eventually." Damian stated, "We just don't want you getting lost. I have a surprise for you tomorrow morning."

Marinette looked at him confused, but nodded. She wasn't sure what else Damian could give her. He had given her a roof over her head, a place to eat, and a way to get her life back together. She laid down on the softest bad she had felt and passed out.

Damian glared at the screen as he sent the emails and videos to the correct people in mind. He sent everything to the school board anonymously and also to the news outlet in Paris.

"You good?" Jason questioned, "You sort of have an Al Ghul face going on."

"Just.....getting some revenge." he answered.

"You know Bruce-" Tim began.

"Approved." Damian declared.

The three boys looked at each other and then back at their youngest sibling.

"How?" Dick asked.

Damian sighed and brought up the footage of Marinette being beaten and then someone claiming she had started the fight. They weren't happy with what they were seeing. Marinette was docile and now they could see why. It was going to be challenge to get her to speak up.

"How can we help?" Jason demanded.

Lila woke up to the sound of her phone vibrating uncontrollably on her night stand. She rubbed her eyes and yawned. She picked up her phone to see what was going on.

'Did Gabriel come out with the new catalog?'

Lila clicked on social media and was shocked to see that she was being called a liar.

'What is going on?'

She clicked on a link and saw footage of her shoving Marinette down on the floor and then kicking her, while she laughed. At the sound of footsteps, she saw herself rip her own shirt and slap her face. When the adult came into view, Lila ran and hugged her, thanking her for coming to her rescue. She lied and wailed how Marinette started to beat her and she had to defend herself against the bully. She was so scared.

'No! Who posted this? This is going to ruin my reputation.'

There was many videos going around of teacher's ignoring Marinette asking for help. They were telling her to be the bigger person. They were telling her to open her heart and be more forgiving. They told her how it was better to ignore the hurtful words the others were saying about her. There were also videos of Lila walking down the stairs and claiming Marinette pushed her. There was her framing Marinette for stealing test answers and placing them in her backpack. There was evidence of her buying the Gabriel necklace and putting it in Marinette's locker, crying how she stole her family heirloom. Almost every lie she had ever told was being exposed by the news station: traveling out of Paris, her connections with celebrities, and her disabilities. The celebrities themselves were callign the news station and outraged how they didn't know such a horrible girl. Jagged Stone, himself, claimed how Marinette Dupain-Cheng was his personal designer.

"Marinette is one of the sweetest people I know." Jagged Stone declared, "She has always been ready to help me. Whether it's for a CD cover or a rockin' outfit for my shows! Hey, whoever sent this out. Reach out to me so I can talk to my designer and hire her again."

The news caster then informed Jagged Stone and Paris that Marinette Dupain-Cheng was sent to a reformitory out of Europe. As we saw, many people took to bullying her and those bullies turned her own parents against her. They thought they were doing the right thing. Why you ask? We might remember her better as the girl who beat up Gabriel Agreste's muse. They brought up their past headlines of Lila Rossi with a broken nose and being taken into an ambulance. His so-called muse told reporters that she feared for her life, in that moment. The model declared how she was only protecting her classmate and co-worker, Adrien Agreste, from a stalker. Many people agreed with her statement, but we can now see those people were assisting her in bullying this young girl. They lied to hide the fact on who was the true victim.

Her social media was flooded with comments:

"What a fake story."

"I wonder how popular she got from playing the victim."

"I hope she enjoys her new fame."

"LOL"

"Liar"

"Bully"

"Faker"

The news caster smiled, "The only thing the anonymous tipster stated was that they were doing this for Marinette Dupain-Cheng. They learned about everything and it wasn't hard to find. Marinette had a whole book full of detailed notes, every time she got bullied and by whom. They claimed it wasn't hard to find the evidence, only that no one ever looked. People are dumb. No one looked up the obvious lies and the pricipal obviously lined his pockets with richer families in mind. Also, Happy belated birthday, Marinette!"

The backlash from the reveal was gigantic. The school board was pissed about what had happened under supervision and had been brushed off. The principals and teachers were terminated immediately. Their licenses were suspended indefinitely; they would never work with children again.

Layla Rossi was quickly fired from Gabriel. All of her social medias were blocked and so was her phone number. Her mother had been completely blindsided by the news. She had stomped into her room and taken away her phone, until the truth was revealed. It was decided by the school board to expell Lila two months before graduation. When the verdict was given to her mother, she decided it was best to also take her to a reformitory until her daughter turned eighteen, the following year.

Everyone that had initially been apart of Bustier's class was crying. They had been shocked and horrified to learn they had chosen the wrong side. Marinette had told them Lila was lying to them; she had only tried to get them to see the truth. Adrien was hugging a pillow as he watched the news from his couch. He watched over and over as Mari was bullied by their friends and Lila. She was pushed and kicked while she was down. She sat there and did nothing, just like he told her to.

'She never told me this was going on!'

'Why would she ever come to you? This is all your fault! You helped turn everyone against her.'

Adrien broke and sobbed into the pillow.

The big question on everyone's mind was : Where is Marinette now? Her parents had reached out to the reformitory, to get her back, but she was no longer there. Once she was eighteen, she was gone.

It was years until people in Paris learned what happened to Marinette. Her name was trending again, everywhere. Marinette Dupain-Cheng had married Damian Wayne. They could all see she was happy. Several people had reached out to talk with her, but they all failed. No one knew how to contact her other than to call Wayne Enterprise. When they reached the receptionist, they always asked who was calling. . When they gave their own name, they were told their name had been blacklisted by the family and not to pass the call to Marinette. They tried using fake names after some time, but Marinette didn't know who they were so their calls were rejected.

"We know her!" they complained.

"And if she cared, she would call you!" the receptionist retorted and hung up.

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Believe me 

Warnings: Bullying, Arguing,Yelling, Mentions of killing, (Mentions of running away?)

A/n:Just a heads up that there may be some spots that don't make sense because i keep forgetting to fix those spots but anyways enjoy the story

Summary: You get into a fight and none of your brothers believe you until Hailey steps in and comforts you and helps you and your brother's stop fighting. 

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Word count: 2.0k

Flashback to 12 years old

This is my first time being in the principal's office and honestly I'm scared, not because I could get suspended but because Its will whos coming to pick me up. There's nothing worse than someone being disappointed with you than mad. Will’s the type of brother who will just be disappointed and give you the silent treatment, while Jay will yell at you like crazy, take away your phone, make you file papers at the district and even give you the worst punishments ever for this type of situation but Will is definitely going to yell at me and take away my phone for the rest of my life and i'm probably grounded for 8 years.

End of Flashback

Present time

Today was the day you were really really dead, you got into a fight with this one girl because she said something about your family and you couldn't let that slide so of course you stood up for yourself and your family and punched right in the face. 

The problem is when you tried to tell the principal what happened she didn't believe you because the girl you fought was the principal's niece and “she could never do wrong” or that's what all the staff thought. Everyone knew in school that she was actually the worst student there and she's a huge bully who's spoiled and gets everything she wants. There's even a rumor how the principal pays her teachers to give her good grades. 

***

You were sitting outside the front office when you heard two familiar voices, and immediately knew it was Will and Jay. Now you were in trouble with both your brothers, both of them here means you're probably never gonna see the day of light ever again.

Your brothers walk up to the bench outside the room and either side of you and they don't even speak to you or look at you. You're surprised Jay hasnt threatened to arrest you or put you in handcuffs yet, he's done that before but that story is for a different day.

“Hello Mr, Halsteads” My principal came out of the door. My brothers stood up and shook her hand.

You hated your principal, and she hated you. She always had it out for kids like you. Kids who were better than Milly. Kids who stood up for themselves from Milly. Most especially kids who Milly Hated.

Once you were all seated inside the office she started explaining what happened.

“Y/n got into a confrontation with a girl named Milly and ended up breaking her nose.” She explained.

“I am so sorry for Y/n’s behavior today. I will make sure that she will be punished.” Jay replied. “Well i'm not” You mumbled 

“She is going to be suspended for three days and when she returns she's going to have ISS for one week.” She said, “What, thats so fucking dumb she’s the one who started it!” You yelled

“Not from what i heard” She replied “Other kids said that you were bullying her and when she tried to say something you punched her”

“THAT'S BECAUSE ALL THOSE KIDS ARE HER FRIENDS.” You stood and yelled.

“We're going to be going now, I'm so sorry for her actions. Please apologize to Millys family for us, Thank you.” Jay said while we walked out the office 

“In the car now, we’ll talk when we get home” Will whispered in a yell. Although you couldn't care less whatever they were going to do. 

***

“FIGHTING Y/N? WE RAISED BETTER THAN THIS” Will shouts at me. “Well maybe if you would leave me alone you wouldn't have to raise me” you snort “watch your tone young lady” Jay points at me. “How about you listen to me, OVER SOME STUPID GIRL” I say, raising my voice to match wills.

“Thats it, give me your phone and everything else now.”Jay puts his hand in front of me “take it, i dont even want it anymore since everyones gonna blow up my phone about how i lost to fucking Milly Wilson” I say tosing it to the ground and heading up the stairs to my room. “I hate you more than right now than i hated dad, I wish mom was still around.

“You are done for Y/n Halstead you're grounded for two months, be prepared to be at the district and med everyday now” Jay speaks in a serious tone. 

“Don't slam that door Y/n halsted” Will yelled anticipating my move but i slammed the door anyways because i don't care. 

That's when I had enough, enough of the bullying, enough of school, enough of my brothers never being on my side. It started out with small things like pillows, and clothes, then it turned into hard things, shoes, books and even your computer and Nintendo that was lying on your bed. Your room looked like a tornado and a hurricane hit at the same time, and you just sobbed on the floor.

That's when you heard a soft knock on your door. “Go away” you sniffled. “Y/n/n, please open the door” that nickname? Only Hailey called you that you thought. “Come in”

Hailey opened the door and immediately looked around to find you in a corner sobbing. You looked so frail and broken when she saw you. As soon as she held you into her arms you broke down and spilled everything out in a jumbled mess. “It’s ok let it all out” Hailey said in a soft voice.

“No one ever believes me- i-i tried to tell them a-a-and they wouldn't believe me, sh-she was the one who hit me first. She said if i told anyone sh-she would get j-jay fired” You froze, you weren't supposed to say that…There was one thing you hadn't said and that was milly hit first when you tried to confront her on what she said

Milly said if you told anyone she would make your life miserable and she would get Jay fired 

from his job and arrested. 

You stood up from haileys grip and started pacing around your messy room “No,no,no Milly's going to get jay fired or probably kill me now i should probably run away to south america or something”

“Woah woah y/n calm down, what actually happened?” She questioned, and you just started explaining. “Milly said mom and dad deserved to die since Jay takes people away from their families and sometimes hurts them, so i went up to and asked her why she said and she just replied “Don’t put yourself where it doesn't belong, and boom she punched and i just defended myself. You probably can guess the rest.”

“Oh, Y/n its ok i will make sure that milly wont do anything to you or jay, i promise.” She cooed “You promise?” She gave me a smile and a slight nood. “So how about you stay at my place for the night and we can head to the district tomorrow

you packed your bags and headed downstairs with hailey in tow. "Where do you think you're going? Did you forget that you're grounded?" Jay stood up from his chair

i'm taking her to my house   no she grounded  hailey crouched down to your level since you were short for your age "why don't you take my keys and head to the car and place an order for some food" you nodded and left the apartment

"jay don't argue with me the least you could have done is listened and you couldn't even manage that" Sill stood up to back jay up but hailey immediately stopped him "Don't even, i will bring y/n  to the district tomorrow and you will both apologize and listen to her or else" Pointing to two men while walking out the door and slamming it behind her. 

***

It was now the morning and you and hailey were headed to the district. When you tried to close the car door you hissed and immediately pulled your hand to your chest. “What happened to your hand?” Hailey asked. “Nothing.” you didn't want to get into the topic of what happened. Lets just go to the district and get this over with.

“First of all i'm taking you to get your hand checked out and second of all i talked to jay, he's not gonna yell or do anything to you. He forgot that I have handcuffs and can arrest him” You chuckled at that last part, her and Jay didn't always agree. 

Hailey took you to Michigan Arial Hospital (the other hospital in Chicago since she knew you didn't want to go to med) and it turns out you had a sprain, well you had a sprain before but since you didn't get medical attention earlier you now broke your hand. You got a light blue cast because light blue was Haileys favorite color and at the moment you didn't want to please nor even think about jay or will. 

When you reached the district you said hi to Trudy and everyone else but you hid your arm because you didn't want to talk about it. “Hey, mini halsted” Adam greeted you. You didn't even reply and walked straight to the break room where Jay would be found since you didn't see him in the main area.

“Jay you will listen to every word this girl has got to say because if you don't, Voight’s standing right outside this door and he would love to hear how you're treating his Goddaughter,” Hailey says with a stern and serious voice.

All three of you sit down and you explain what Milly has been doing to you and everyone else in the school. And how Milly is the principal's niece so she never gets in trouble. You also get far enough to wear you explain why you currently have a cast on. “And she said if i ever told anyone she said she would get your fired and make your life miserable”

“Y/n- i dont even know what to say, i am so so sorry for not believing you when you first told us. I guess i was just mad you had gotten into a fight and i didnt think about anything else” Jay said as he pulled you into a tight hug

“Jay- careful of my hand” You gasped “and, i forgive you” you said with a soft sweet voice. 

“Now if you excuse me I've got some CCTV footage to look at.” Jay said as he pulled apart from the hug and stood up. You knew Jay was never the emotional type and never wanted one of his colleagues to catch him crying, yet Hialeys saw him cry Millions of times.  

As the team was going through the footage they kept backing up to the right spots until they reached the time of yesterday. Milly punching you in the eye, which explains why your eye looks a little swollen now. 

“THERE! Right there is all the proof we need to prove y/n innocent on many levels.” Haileys shouts. “Alright, find phone numbers, addresses, figure out her relatives before we go for her. I want to make sure this girl gets what she deserves” Voight yells in his raspy voice.

Definitely working on part right now, i must say this is my favorite one so far since i've planned it out i've wanted it to go. Don't forget to read my other stories and look at my crazy wattpad reading lists. Thanks :)

[romeoandjulietyouwish]

hiii <3 oh man i haven't sent an ask in a while (i've missed it) but that whole teacher au! i love it! Vex teaching elvish is so good! maybe she could also teach economics? It also immediately made me think of Abbot Elementary ,which I don't know if you've watched but I def recommend, it's a great workplace mockumentary about teachers in an elementary school and I really love it

And like, there are two characters who will def get together eventually and he def has a crush on her already, and right now you can see them getting closer to each other, and there was a scene in the most recent ep with him making a special knock on the wall cause their classrooms are adjacent and she realizes it's him and comes out to the hallway and they talk for a bit? I could def see Percy and Vex doing something like esp as you said they share a door (and I Love him pretending to run out of supplies so he can talk to her) And like, something they tackle a lot on the show and obviously happens a lot irl is how underfunded schools are and how they have to make do when stuff gets broken and they can't fix it right away cause Budget Issues and not having enough supplies etc... and it makes me think about Percy definitely helping out Vex, maybe fixing some stuff for her? And she in turn gets him some decorations for his classroom and makes sure he gets lunch and doesn't overwork himself too much? ohh and just. spending time grading papers together. oh man I love teacher aus Also. hmm. Allura either as the principal or as a more senior teacher there? (Kima could also be a more senior teacher there or something, and it's that thing where they don't tell anyone they're married but also don't hide it and one day one of them says it nonchalantly and vm are all like. :o) And maybe Tary comes as a sub when Scanlan takes a sabbatical eventually to spend more time with Kaylie (ohh maybe Kaylie confronts him at school for the first time?), and eventually stays with them permanently? Cause Vex and Tary and Percy besties is vital to every AU i think And maybe Gilmore teaches theatre? or does all the customes and stuff. or both oh this is making me think many thoughts and I haven't had AU thoughts for vm in a while so this got really long, oops

BROOO first of all I missed you, but second of alllll this is so amazing (and I love abbot elementary)

I truly have nothing to add holy shit this is all amazing!

[thehonoredwon]

"You...want to become a teacher?" While it has been years since Masamichi Yaga had been Satoru's sensei, he still felt the responsibility of such a role on his shoulders. For all that the world looked up to the Strongest as some pinnacle of Sorcery, to Yaga he was still that young boy he'd once failed to protect.

The principle thinks about those words Satoru once gave him, in a rare moment of emotional vulnerability that Yaga understood was not in the boy's nature to show. Apparently being strong isn't enough. Was this his answer? Yaga did not want to crush this young sorcerer's dreams with his own fist, but it was his responsibility to ensure that harsh reality was properly faced first.

"It's...not an impossible idea. You do have invaluable expertise very few Sorcerers can provide for the students, however—" He leaned forward on his desk, the motion mirrored by the looming 9-foot tall cursed corpse standing at his chair side to bore both their gazes into Satoru. "This is a responsibility that must be committed to. My students deserve nothing less. So tell me why. The only way I will allow you to teach is if you convince me this is exactly what you want, with all of your heart."

“That's what I said isn't it?” Satoru's tone is lazier now, more assured with only a hint of that youthful defensiveness he used to exhibit on occasions when Yaga would question him. His posture mirrors that ease, one hand resting on his hip while the other dangles at his side, in no hurry to gesture or fidget. In these ways his progress is demonstrated, for all his infuriating traits which have remained stubbornly the same. He's not the same reckless, restless child he was when the principal knew him in his school days. Or rather, they both recognized that he is better at hiding it. Hiding it like he hides any sincerity behind the wrappings around his eyes, no longer so easily accessible. The tapping of his foot gives a little more honesty to his response. That telltale impatience remains.

Satoru hadn't expected this position to come to him as smoothly as most things in his life. He knew from the start that Yaga wouldn't just hand him the job. Not without a talk like the one they're having now. Still. It's been months, years since he's been as open as he needs to be now with anyone save for the children he's housing back in Tokyo proper. One of whom he'd be teaching in a few years if he had his way. And even in their case there's a wide berth between them. Yaga isn't going to be satisfied until that gap is closed.

“Committed. Right.” He sighs and pulls up a chair across from the desk instead of continuing to stand as though this is some sort of confrontation instead of a consultation. If things go well, Yaga would be his colleague. Satoru needs to treat this like the job interview that it is. A job interview with someone he respects no less, albeit begrudgingly. Crossing one long leg over the other he leans forward with his elbow resting on the arm of the chair, still a little too casual for their dynamic but less aggressive. Satoru reaches inside of his slightly oversized jacked and retrieves a scroll, which he places on the desk in front of him. “I was shooting for a master's but lineup was wreaking havoc on my sleep schedule.” He smirks but it's true. Between classes, missions, checking in on the Fushiguro's and interering where he could in...other areas- Satoru has been fostering some dark circles of his own.

The smirk slips away after a moment and he toys with the edge of his bandages and the idea of briefly doing away with them. He doesn't, but settles back into the chair, more like he plans on being there for a while.

“I want to tear this place up by the roots”, he says with unwavering severity. Perhaps not the answer Yaga is expecting but he wants to hear Satoru's words from the heart and he's going to get them. “The way things are now, we're going to keep losing good people. They'll die, they'll defect, or they'll turn into old geezers sitting on their asses and watching it all happen. Jujutsu society needs a reform and it's going to start with your students. Our students. What good is strength by itself, if it's not being passed on anyway? I'm not going to live forever so I might as well help build up the next generation to be the best they can be. Hell, I know someone now who might be able to take me on one day who'll be here in a few years.”

He folds his hands in his lap in a way that is reminiscent of the way he used to posture himself during their reviews. More out of habit than anything else. It looks relaxed, but his voice is rising.

“It won't happen overnight, maybe not in either of our lifetimes, but change is messy has to start somewhere. So let me make a mess of things just one more time. Let me show them another way.”

[coffeecatsandcandles]

𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭-𝐓𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐈𝐈- 𝐁𝐮𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐬

➵ 𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 | widow!dad!teacher!Bucky x f!teacher!Reader (ft. Rebecca Barnes and other friends)

➵ 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 | 3.6k

➵ 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 | Angst, slow burn, enemies to lovers, mention of death (via car accident) and disability (bucky’s arm), grief and self-destructive thoughts.

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You had to be a little more stern than usual with your students for gossiping about what happened between you and James. Thanks to the teenagers, word spread quickly about how you’d aggressively defended your student after James unceremoniously yelled at him for having his hood up.

“Okay, we know that probably wasn’t the smartest thing for me to do,” You admitted to your last class of the day, “and I shouldn’t have acted that way.”

“He shouldn’t have yelled at Peter!” One student at the back of your class interjected, to which his peers nodded in agreement.

You defensively raised your hands up. “Okay, regardless, I could’ve handled that better. So don’t go making the same mistakes I did, is all I’m saying. There are better, less confrontational ways to speak your mind.”

“Well, I don’t wanna say Mr. Barnes deserved it, with what happened to his wife and all… and his arm,” a girl in the front row spoke, “but he doesn’t have to be such a dick all the time.”

“Cassie, language. Please.” You said, “And exactly what I’m saying. Yes, we both could’ve acted differently, and I just escalated the situation. And don’t go saying things about his life like that. He’s… hurting.” You sat back down at your desk, taking a quiet, deep breath. You hoped word hadn’t gotten out to the principal about your outburst. It was only your first week, and you’d already lost your cool.

Leaving the conversation didn’t stop your students from continuing to gossip.

“Wait, what happened to his wife?”

“She died a few years ago.”

“My sister had him that year. It happened in October but he was out for the rest of the school year.”

“Well, yeah… he lost an arm. You can’t just recover right away, you have to learn how to do things all over again.”

“Apparently he used to be cool. I guess that just messed him up and now he’s a dick.”

“Wait, he lost his arm?!”

“Duh, why do you think he wears long sleeves all the time?”

You could’ve butt in again. You could’ve told them to stop talking and get back to work. But you sat in silence, simultaneously worrying if your job was at stake and hurting for James. There was once a heart in him, there was once a good guy. You thought you’d seen a part of it before things went south at your parent-teacher conference months ago. You wondered if he was short tempered with Rebecca.

It all felt too personal, like you had too intimate of a look into his private life and you couldn’t untangle yourself from the web you’d created.

The dismissal bell rang, snapping you out of your thoughts. “Have a great weekend, make sure you put your calculators back if you borrowed one today.” You watched your students file out of the classroom and to their lockers, most of them waving goodbye to you and telling you to have a good weekend as well.

Once your classroom was empty, you took in another long, deep breath, much louder this time. You didn’t have the energy to think about what would happen if the principal found out about you confronting James anymore. For now, you just wanted to focus on your weekend.

Meanwhile, James had let go his final class of the day, waiting patiently for his lifelong friend, Steve, to drop off Rebecca. James and Steve had known each other since they were kids, and he trusted him more than anyone to take care of Rebecca. He’d been James’s lifesaver after his wife died and as he attended physical therapy, always being available to watch Becca or bring her home or to the high school if James couldn’t. Right now, James was staying in his classroom so a senior could make up a test they’d missed and wouldn’t have the time to pick up his daughter.

“There you are, Daddy! I’m gonna get you!” Rebecca exclaimed upon arriving at her father’s classroom and racing in, landing in his lap. James’s student looked up, briefly distracted, before quickly returning to their test.

“Bec, sweetie. I got someone taking a test, you gotta be quiet right now.”

“Sorry, Daddy.” Becca whispered, bringing her index finger to her lips and smiling, a trick she’d learned from you, though James didn’t know that. James sweetly kissed his daughter’s forehead, then carried her out to the hallway where his best friend was waiting.

“Thanks so much again,” he said, keeping his voice low so his student could focus, “I owe you one. Cesario’s tonight?”

Rebecca let out a tiny gasp, “Pizza?!”

“That’s fine by me, and how can I say no to this little face?” Steve said, leaning down and pinching Rebecca’s cheeks, causing her to giggle.

“We can share a big slice this time, Uncle Steve! But I get to pick the toppings.”

“Whatever you say, sweet pea.” Steve said, then turning to his friend, “And you know you don’t have to get me back. I’m always willing to help. I’d be happy to be Becca’s unpaid manny.”

“Unpaid what? Jesus, Steve-“

James was cut off by a gasp from his daughter. “Daddy! Look!” She pointed at you as you made your way to the front of the building, about to call it a day. Before James could even say anything, Rebecca ran up to you and hugged your legs, having missed her favorite teacher so much.

“Hi Rebecca! Oh my goodness, you got so tall!” you engulfed her in a hug. You hadn’t anticipated putting on your kindergarten teacher voice today, but you managed to find it again after not using it for so long.

“Daddy says that I’ll be taller than him one day,” she said, turning around to face James, who was awkwardly standing a few feet away from you and his daughter with Steve, as if he was avoiding intruding on your moment.

“I bet you will be.” you smiled, “Are you having fun in first grade?”

She violently nodded. “Yes I am! It’s like kindergarten but better!”

“Who’s your teacher?”

“Mrs. Parker. She’s nice.”

“Yeah, she is. Can you tell me one thing you’re learning about?”

Rebecca smiled, and you noticed that a tooth on the bottom row was missing. “Caterpillars!”

“Caterpillars?!” You asked enthusiastically, “Do you know what they turn into?”

“Butterflies!” She leaped a little as she said it. She was so smart and enthusiastic, you wondered where she got that from.

“Well, it was good seeing you, Rebecca. I hope you continue to enjoy first grade. Mrs. Parker knows a lot about reading and writing, I’m sure she’ll be able to teach you whatever you want to know.”

“Wait, don’t go!” she said, causing James to attempt to peel Rebecca away from you, “Daddy, can she please get pizza with us? I miss her so, so, so much!” She turned to you, “Can you, please?”

Steve decided to butt in as well, but not to try to take Rebecca away. No, Steve was just fueling the fire. “Yeah, Barnes,” Steve nudged him with his elbow, “I don’t mind if she tags along. Rebecca does miss her so, so, so much.” Steve had known James his entire life. His best friend had a very specific look in his eye when he was looking at you. It was a look Steve hadn’t seen from James in a long time. Not since he met the woman who would become his wife. After losing her, he didn’t think he’d ever see that look again- until now.

“You must be Steve, you must’ve picked up Rebecca a few times,” you said earning a single nod from him, “and it’s okay, really. I don’t want to intrude.”

“Please???” Rebecca begged, you didn’t remember her being this persistent.

James looked down at his daughter, hiding the exasperation on his face. It was painfully clear how much Rebecca loved you. If this were any other teacher- like one he wasn’t starting to develop feelings for- he’d have no qualms. He feared that if you did tag along, he’d do or say something stupid that would make you hate him more than you probably already did. But then again, he’d made so many compromises with Rebecca’s happiness in the past few months. Trying to take her out of your kindergarten class, having Steve help with pick ups and drop offs, even little things like not letting her wear the clothes she wanted (instead settling on the clothes he picked), still neglecting how to do her hair how she liked, what kind of books she was reading, or even her new teacher’s name. The way he was acting was an exact opposite reflection of his love for his daughter. He’d move mountains for her, give her everything she wanted if he could, but being a single father was hard, especially to a little girl. “Well, if it’s alright with her, I don’t see a problem with it.”

James’s words shocked you. Was this the same man who made it clear that he didn’t like you? The same man who you’d yelled at not four hours ago?

“Um,” you looked at Rebecca’s face once more. She still had a glimmer of hope in her eyes, and you just couldn’t bring yourself to let her down. “Sure. Just let me go home and change first.”

“Yay!” Rebecca exclaimed, jumping in joy.

When you got home, finding the right thing to wear was another demon in itself. You weren’t sure why you felt the need to find a perfect outfit- you knew how James felt about you and that he was only doing this for Rebecca. But still, a part of you wanted to hold something over him- keeping some level of professionalism, of course. The thing about teaching high school was that you always had a chance of running into a student, whether it be at the grocery store or a sit-down restaurant, especially on a Friday night. They had part-time jobs and cars- they could be anywhere. You settled on some tighter-fitting jeans and a top that sat just above your cleavage. Not toosuggestive, but still cute enough.

Arriving at the pizza place, you spotted James and Rebecca sitting at their table almost immediately. You noticed Rebecca seeing you right away, her eyebrows raised, and though you couldn’t hear her, you could tell she gasped as she saw you. James stood, telling Rebecca to stay in her seat.

“Hey,” he said, not sure how else to greet you. A hug was too intimate, and a handshake was too… formal. He settled on sinking his hands into his pockets. “So, Steve had to cancel last-minute.”

Of course he did.

Steve knew to set it up and flake at the last minute. He wasn’t the type to cancel like this, but after catching on to the way James had been looking at you, it didn’t take a genius to see that he was starting to like you. Steve figured the best way for you two to get to know each other better was for him to be completely removed. So, he made up an excuse that he couldn’t go anymore, leaving you, James, and Rebecca alone.

“You don’t have to stay if you don’t want to.” James said.

“No, it’s fine. I missed Becca. Besides, I feel awful about what happened earlier. I just felt the need to apologize.”

James sighed, “You shouldn’t be the one apologizing. You were completely right to chew me out like that. I deserved it. I’ve been a jerk to you and we definitely got off on the wrong foot.”

You smiled. “Can we just… start over? As just coworkers? No grudges, no scolding and dirty looks. We don’t even have to be friends if you don’t want to be. Just coworkers getting pizza.”

“That sounds like a good plan.” James said, bringing you to his table.

Maybe James had a soft spot for you, after all.

Your waitress came to the table, and you couldn’t help but think she looked familiar.

“Kate?” James said, his eyes getting wider.

“Oh my god, hi Mr. Barnes.” The raven-haired teenager said as she stood, looking at James and then looking back at you. Now you recognized her. After getting a good look, you realized she was a student of his- so she must’ve been a junior or senior- whom you recognized from the hallways. Her locker was just a couple of feet away from your classroom.

You knew something like this would happen. You’d run into a student like this, subjecting yourself to more rumors at the school.

The three of you got over the initial awkwardness of the situation, ordering your slices and drinks as Kate went to ring them in.

You and James stayed relatively quiet throughout the night, making small talk but really only paying attention to Rebecca, who’d busied herself with the printouts of tic-tac-toe and a word search on the kid’s menu, and eventually, the slice of pizza she’d shared with her father. Though you’d moved past the awkwardness of the entire situation, there was still an elephant in the room. Earlier that day you’d become visibly angry at James, and now suddenly you were having dinner with him and his daughter? Even Kate seemed a little confused, avoiding eye contact with you two entirely and focusing only on Rebecca every time she came to check on your table.

“Don’t worry, she’s harmless.” James whispered to you once Kate left the table to retrieve the checks.

“What do you mean?”

“She doesn’t really talk a lot. I know what you’re thinking, I doubt she’d tell anyone.” James had read your mind.

You sat with Rebecca and colored with her while waiting for the bills to arrive. “This is so beautiful, Becca.” You said, holding up the drawing she’d made of you in a field of flowers, the only colors being the waxy blue and red the restaurant had provided. “I’m going to hang it up in my classroom.”

Kate had returned, only one check in hand. “Oh, I thought I asked to be on separate checks,” you said.

“Don’t worry, I got it.” James said, handing his credit card to Kate. Before you could protest, insisting to pay for your own meal, Kate left.

“James,” you sighed, “You didn’t have to do that.”

“It’s fine. Take it as my way of apologizing.”

You swore you felt your heart skip a beat when he said that. Yes, you thought he was cute. You thought that from the moment you first saw him. But any attraction flew out the window the second he started acting rude to you. Now that he was actually being nice again, your heart began to flutter at the sight of him.

The three of you started to walk out of the restaurant, but not before waving goodbye to Kate. “I got that Revolutionary War test down, Mr. Barnes. I’m gonna ace it, just you watch.” Kate joked.

“You know what? Forget about the test.” James said, “I’ll find something else for us to do. Don’t spend all weekend studying, go have fun.”

Kate seemed shocked, like she were an explorer who had just spotted a rare creature. She, Kate Bishop, had witnessed a rare sighting. Mr. Barnes: the nice guy. The good teacher who cared about his students’ wellbeing.

“Wow, thanks!” she said, waving goodbye and going back to her other customers. She would later find a twenty dollar tip left for her by the same man. Something had changed in him, and she couldn’t help but feel like it was because of you.

James, now carrying a tired Rebecca, walked you to your car.

You noticed the change too, though you brushed it off as how he acted around his daughter. You’d evaluate if he really changed on Monday. Rebecca was falling more sleepy, the pizza now settling in her stomach and causing her to feel more sluggish. Her eyelids were getting heavy, and she muttered something that sounded like a goodbye to you.

“Thank you for this.” You said before getting into your car, “This was actually kind of nice.”

“Anytime. Seriously, we might have to do this again if it means she’s in bed before 8.” He laughed.

You wished him a good weekend and got in your car, managing to keep the butterflies in your stomach contained until you were in the safety of your own home.

James, on the other hand, was still getting over the initial shock of realizing he liked you. He also noticed the change in his behavior the second he realized it. He didn’t think it affected him as much as it did. Whenever he heard kids from the halls complaining about having his class and the amount of students who nearly failed his class, he would always brush it off as them being dramatic teenagers. But after a while, it got to him. It hurt his feelings, and he wanted to change, but he just couldn’t bring himself to do it. Then you came along. Your patience with them, your understanding that yes, it can be difficult, but still being encouraging. Jealousy was what he first pegged it for, but now, he wanted more than just to be more like you. He wanted you.

He carried Rebecca, now fast asleep, into the house and managed to get her pajamas on without waking her. After tucking her in and turning on the night light, James kissed his daughter’s forehead and attempted to make his way to his own room.

“Daddy?” he heard Rebecca’s tired voice call before he left the room. James internally groaned. Just when he thought he could get some sleep.

“Yes, bug?”

“Can I have a new picture of me and Mommy?”

James’s heart split in two. Rebecca had turned to pick up the small frame that sat on her nightstand which included a picture of a newborn Rebecca and her mother.

“Your mom didn’t really like being in pictures. And she wasn’t really with the two of us for long, so this is the only one.” He said, sitting at the edge of his daughter’s bed.

“Can she take another one with me?”

“Bec, she can’t.” He felt tears brimming his eyes, “You know that. She’s not here anymore.”

“And she can’t come back?”

James shook his head. He looked away briefly when he felt a single tear fall, hoping Rebecca didn’t see. He knew that if she saw him crying, then she would start crying. “I know it’s hard to understand, Bec. You want real answers. Honestly, I don’t even really know what happened to Mommy. Nobody does. But I do know that she knows how much you miss her and that she’s always looking out for you.”

“Does she look out for you too, Daddy?”

That was a tough question for James to answer. He’d like to think so, but he wasn’t even confident in his stances on what happens to a person’s soul after they die. He was only saying these things to Rebecca so she’d feel some sort of ease. “Maybe,” he said, immediately wishing he could take it back and just say yes. He decided to steer the conversation in a different direction while also trying to get Rebecca to fall back asleep. “But hey, you got to see your old teacher again, huh? That’s pretty cool.” He started gently stroking her hair, which normally calmed her to the point where she could fall asleep.

“I wish she was my Mommy.” Rebecca managed to mutter before falling back asleep.

There it was. The very sentence that got him into all these complicated emotions.

He didn’t doubt that you would make an excellent mother to Rebecca. You loved her, she loved you, you were a natural with children of all ages. He was shocked to discover you didn’t have kids of your own. Your way of being was so warm, so welcoming. So maternal.

James almost physically hit his own head at the thought. If his wife was looking out for him, she’d be so annoyed at how he was dealing with this. They’d playfully have the discussion- ‘If I died, which one of my friends would you move on with?’ James would always use the cop-out answer, saying that he never wanted to imaging a world without her in it. She teased, saying that James’s answer was correct, though she still gave him a list of the friends she explicitly did not want him to move on with- just in case. He never imagined it actually happening.

If anything, especially now, he wished it’d been him instead. He’d always felt that way, but he couldn’t do anything about it now, not when he had a little girl to take care of.

He knew from those talks, though playful and meaningless at the time, that she wanted him to move on in case something like this happened. She didn’t want him to be alone forever, and though yes, his life would be different without her, he couldn’t sit and mope forever. If not for his own sake, then for Rebecca. Even from beyond, James’s wife could tell that Rebecca also needed a mom now that she was gone.

All these thoughts- knowing Rebecca saw you as a mom and wanting you two to be together- it took a toll on James. This couldn’t be just some innocent schoolboy crush that meant nothing. James had to be sure that what he was feeling was love- and that if you somehow felt it back, that you were a perfect fit.

[metalhurricane]

Eddie Munson x Goth! reader, part 2

Masterlist

Note : y/n repeated one year, so she’s 18, Eddie’s supposed to be 19-20. y/n’s shorter than Eddie

Here it is. The day of going back to school. Actually, just going to school for y/n, as it was her first day ever in Hawkins High. Everyone else’s would be back from a small winter break. “Let’s make a good impression” she said to herself, smiling at her reflection in the mirror.

She had black eyeshadow, and a dark red lipstick on. She put black ripped jeans, with winklepicker (pointy shoes), a Sisters of Mercy t-shirt, with her fishnet sleeves under it, a warm cardigan over it, and her trusty leather jacket that she customized. She did put spikes, band patches, pins and safety pins in it. She slightly teased her hair on the side of her head, and put some hairspray in it. Finished the look with a few chains and necklaces, a scarf and gloves. She did put her beanie in her backpack, in case it was too cold.

She took her stuff, and went downstairs to eat breakfast. Her grandma prepared some pancakes for her. They ate, while making jokes about y/n’s appearance.

y/n : “I made sure to have no religious - I mean, satanic or pagan symbols”

They both laughed it off, but even if they didn’t show it, both of them were a bit nervous about it. In the 80s, if you’re slightly off track, you could get suspended for the absolute useless reasons. And y/n and g/n knew that.

y/n : “I’m going to bike there.” grandma : “Oh, why is that ? you can take the car, I told you” she said, her smile dropping y/n : “yeah I know, but with my appearance, I don’t know how they will react, and I don’t want to take grandpa’s car, and have some assholes willingly destroy it, because of me...”

g/n said nothing, because she knew y/n was right. It was the first day, she could get in trouble just by existing. Grandma knew that y/n knows how to assert dominance, and not get eaten by the golden boys and girls of the town. But, it is still only the first day. For know, she’ll bike.

Sitting on her bike, y/n is on time. She has her walkman earphones around her neck, so that she can still hear the road around her. She’s blasting Iron Maiden on it, and from the moment the high school appears to her, she can already sense eyes on her. She arrives at the highschool, and park her bike, while whispers and laughs settle around her. She ignores it, just like she usually does, and walk inside the school. She hasn’t walked for that long, when a blond guy, wearing a basketball bomber appears in front of her.

“Halloween isn’t here yet, you freak”

Laughs from people all around the scene. y/n smirks and slowly pauses her walkman. And with the brightest smile she says :

“Pardon me, I was listening to spooky music. What did you say ?”

And she knows that for these boys, making them repeat their punchline actually breaks it, and it angers them. As planned, Jason, angry, said :

“I said, it’s not halloween yet, you freak !”

y/n kept smiling and walked up to him, tapping on his shoulder :

“You should say that to your mom my dear, I saw her in the exorcist’s bedsheets last night” and then she left him dumbfounded, and even more angry, that she had the audacity to confront him. He yelled profanities at her, but she walked away with a satisfied grin on her face. You shouldn’t mess with y/n l/n, or else it will end bad.

The rest of the morning was similar. Everyone looking at her, giving her shitty comments, even the teachers. At 10 o’clock, she was actually asked to go into the principal’s office. She looked at the watch saying “Ah, they’re late”. In Virginia, she couldn’t even go to her first class of the morning, that she had to go to the principal’s. She went there, and the principal gulped when he saw her.

Principal Higgins : “y/n l/n is that right ? You’re new here...” y/n, taking a seat : “Yes.” Principal Higgins : “You know why we’re here ?”

y/n sighs. Then she sat up straight in her chair.

y/n : “Yes. You are going to tell me how my outfit and my hair, and... basically my whole physical appearance is a problem, and that it isn’t how a student is supposed to dress.” Principal Higgins : “Well, I...” y/n : “and I’ll answer that my outfit does not have anything to do with my grades, or how I behave in school. You saw my grades from last year, right ?” Principal Higgins : “Yes, but you repeated one year already !” y/n : “Yes but my grades from this school year are not bad. And in my file, I wasn’t the one causing trouble. I’ll make no trouble, as long as no one tries me.” Principal Higgins : “Listen young lady...” y/n : “Save your breath, principal. I know the rest of your speech, I’ve heard it a million times. I’ve read rules of procedures of Hawkins High, I’m not breaking the rules by just existing, so there is no point in wasting our times here. On that note, I have history class. Have a nice day !” Principal Higgins : “But...!”

And on that note, she stood up, and walked out of the office. She returned to class with a smile, while everyone looked at her, making disgusted faces.

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(The day after Mike and Dustin met y/n)

Mike and Dustin biked to the trailer park, so they could see Eddie. They had a big new to tell him...

Dustin : “Really Eddie !! You have to believe us ! She was just like you !” Mike : “No, an even better version ! a girl version though...”

Eddie pinched the bridge of his nose, not understanding one bit of what the kids were saying, as they were talking at the same time. Eddie turned to face them, with a beer in his hand, and pointing at them with his finger, adorned with his ring.

Eddie : “Listen children, it doesn't mean that because you saw a girl wearing black, that she’s a metalhead ! Girls like that simply do not exist in this stupid town !” Mike : “Eddie, you have to believe us !” Dustin : “Look, she drew the dragon here !” Eddie, looking at the sketch : “Yes, her drawing is really nice, but still.” Dustin : “Eddie, this is the truth ! She said that she heard of DnD, and thinks it’s cool !”

Eddie’s eyes became big, while Mike tried to remember something

Mike : “Her jacket !! I remember her jacket ! It had lots of band patches on it, like the bands you listen to...”

Mike stood up and walked to Eddie’s room, with Eddie yelling at him from behind, quickly followed by Dustin. They were all in Eddie’s bedroom, while Mike was roaming through Eddie’s tapes. He picked a few corresponding the patches she had that he could remember. He put them down in Dustin’s hands. There was Black Sabbath, AC/DC, Whitesnake, Motörhead, Poison, and Mötley Crüe. Eddie checked the tapes.

Mike : “there was much more patches on her jacket, but this is what I can remember...”

Now Eddie is standing still. The kids were not metalheads... but Mike did not go randomly through his collection, he really searched for these tapes. They never lied to him, why would they start now ?

A big grin appeared on Eddie’s face, and he then dramatically finished his beer in one go, smashing it on the wooden dresser. He then jumps on the chair who serves to put laundry, and laughs like a villain. Mike and Dustin, jumpscared into each other arm’s, watching their leader with a worrying look on their faces.

Eddie, pointing at them : “This girl better be existing, because you’re not messing with my dreams you kids. But if you did, beware. We’ll have our answer when school starts again tomorrow.”

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(fast forward now)

Lunchtime. Ughhh. Again, the pain of having to find a table, and a seat. And hopefully not eat in the toilets.

y/n walked out of her class, still whispers going around her. The laughing went down a little, as the other students saw her came back smiling from the principal’s office. Maybe they shouldn’t mess with her in the end ?

Eddie and the whole Hellfire club went sitting at their table for lunch, talking about DnD as per usual. Eddie glared at Mike and Dustin, and whispered to them “She better be here”. Both of them were anxious, and looked at each other, thinking if it would have been a better idea of keeping that for themselves, and let Eddie find out at school ?

At this moment, y/n enters the lunch room. Almost everyone turns to look at her in disgust, laughing and talking about her.

Eddie and the whole club notices her immediately. He looks at her in complete shock, like he hasn’t seen the sunlight in his entire life. “This is my dream girl” he thinks to himself. 

 He never saw a girl that seemed to have the same interests as him. In this day and age, in a little town, it was almost impossible to meet someone who likes darker things, let alone, a girl ! She was the coolest and most badass person he’s ever seen. She was dressed in all black, with a battle jacket and a piercing in her nose !!

He then grabs Dustin on his left by the arm and whisper to him “Well, you met her, right ? call her, do a sign, anything ! Make her come here !”. As Dustin almost fell of his chair as Eddie let his grip off, him and Mike quickly waved to her.

She’s scanning the place, ignoring everyone when she saw hands in the crowd. She notices Mike and Dustin at a table and smiles. She walks up to then, and say “Hi guys”

Dustin : “Hi y/n !” Mike : “Hi y/n !” y/n : “Can I sit ?” Eddie : “For sure milady, you are gracing us with your devilish presence” he says, while pushing Gareth away to make place for her. He then makes a theatrical flip of his wrist to indicate the place next to him.

y/n giggles a bit, and walks past everyone at the table to sit next to Eddie.

y/n : “Thank you sir, may I say you are the lord of this fellowship ?” she says with a wink Eddie, screaming inside, because she made a reference to LOTR + the wink : “I should humble myself, I'm more of the guardian peasant of all these lost sheep” Mike : “Eddie is our Dungeon Master” he said smiling

Eddie looks at Mike with a death glare, like how DARE he speaks to her instead of him ?? But quickly turns to her with a grin when she speaks

y/n : “Oh that is great, how does that work ? I’ve never played DnD, but I’ve heard of it” she says, while starting to eat her meal. Eddie, gleaming : “Well, don’t get me started on that, or else I won't stop talking” y/n : “go ahead” she said smiling

While Eddie starts explaining, as briefly as possible how DnD works, the entire crew at the table stopped functioning. From the moment they saw her, they couldn’t stop staring at her. And now she’s sitting here !! at THEIR table???? a GIRL???

Eddie finished explaining to y/n, who was still eating. Then she noticed all eyes on her, and saw that everyone stopped eating to look at her. She blushed a bit and said “something is on my face ?” with a shy smile.

Dustin : “Oh no, you look great !” Gareth, red as a tomato : “It’s j-just.... t-that we don’t have ladies eating w-with us that often you know...” Keith : “never actually...” y/n : “well I hope I'm no burden for y...” everyone : “no no no no no !!!” y/n, sighing : “good, but please, eat something !”

And of course, they all started to eat. Eddie kept looking at her, and giving her his best smile. He wants her. He needs her, is what kept playing in his head.

y/n : “So... Mike, Dustin, how did the poster work ?” Mike : “Well... The dungeon master is right next to you, but I would say that it was approved ?” Eddie, turned his face towards her : “Yes, approved. You did a great job.” y/n : “thank you, but I just showed Dustin how to do it... by the way, I don’t know all your names, besides Dustin and Mike ? I’m y/n” she said smiling.

Everyone around the table introduced themselves before Eddie, whom wasn’t very happy about it. He wanted to be first for her. When his turn came lastly, he said : “I am Eddie “the Freak” Munson, it’s a pleasure to meet you y/n”, he says, taking her hand and mimicking kissing the back of her hand. y/n starts blushing lightly and giggles.

y/n : “nice to meet you too Eddie. But you’re not a freak. And...”

She gets closer to him and whispers

“Kept the best for the end, right ?”

[emanooono]

nsfw in the end

its almost 5am and i cant sleep and think. sorry if its a mess.

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you and sanzu were the most troublesome kids during your teenage years.

it all started when the science teacher partnered you up with him, and you two almost blew up the whole class because of the stupid failed chemical experiment.

both of you got detention and lot of lecturing from the principal. that woman made a big mistake when she put you two alone in a room. or that's what you rather think even after a decade later.

when sanzu noticed that you naturally got along with each other, he decided to befriend you. he slowly opened up to you, only talking about toman and mucho at first, then he told you about his childhood and family.

once you asked him to meet mucho but he declined, saying it was unnecessary. but inside he just wanted to keep you to himself only. his jealousy and possessiveness started there, without neither of you understanding what it really meant.

the most memorable moment with him was when you two were bullying and beating up some losers from school. soon police appeared out of nowhere and both of you ran for your lives. sanzu ran in impossibly fast pace while it was hard for you keep up. when he noticed you struggling he held your hand. he took you to the unknown allies and made so many shortcuts that you didn't know where you ended up at all.

sanzu took you to the tenjiku meetup place, thinking he would be able to hide both of y'all there. he achieved that goal but what he didn't think was to see other tenjiku members hanging around, staring at sanzu and the person next to him. "the fuck is wrong and who is this?" mucho asked and helped his friend get up.

sanzu held out a hand to you and made you stand up as well. he rolled his eyes at the curious eyes staring at him. "my friend" he answered in a quiet tone and you waved a hand.

"you have friends?" a tall male with braids chuckled loudly and you could hear few of the boys laugh as well. "shut up" sanzu murmured, holding your arm and taking you home.

unfortunately, soon after that, your relationship with him faded. sanzu got distant, he wasn't telling you anything about him anymore, which made you concerned.

last time you saw him was when you two had a fight. you confronted him about his behavior lately and he was very offended, even though you only had good intentions.

sanzu built up the wall in his heart same as when you first met him.

years later your life took a completely different turn. mikey, the leader of the most known criminal organization in tokyo, found you and offered you to join his gang after he recognized your talent. you agreed on his offer, already thinking how much money you'd get by being an executive. what you didn't expect was to meet sanzu again.

mikey only wanted to introduce you to others but the second sanzu's eyes landed on you he knew who were. he eyed you from afar, listening to you talk about yourself a bit.

feeling someone's glare, you looked back at the male and immediately recognized him the second you saw his scars. neither of you said anything to each other, deciding to ignore this sudden meeting.

after few days passed, mikey ordered you and sanzu to go on a mission.

you sat in sanzu's car as he started driving to the desired location. you felt his glance towards you every once in a while, but since he wasn't saying anything you felt like not speaking up either.

"we're here" he mumbled and left the car, walking towards the building that he was supposed to blow up. you followed after him and got your guns ready.

sanzu shot the few guards and took some time go place a bomb in the middle of the big hall. "okay, let's go" he walked out, but he didn't see his car where he left it and cursed under his breath.

"god damnnit this wasn't a time for this" sanzu groaned and you deadpanned at him.

"you didn't lock the car? seriously?" you almost laughed when you saw his annoyed expression glance at you.

"hm?" you heard him mumble something under his breath. "nothing, you look different. wasn't expecting to see you in this kind of situation" sanzu breathed out loudly.

you didn't have the time to answer when you heard police sirens. you and sanzu quickly glanced at each other with widened eyes and started running as fast as possible.

the more sanzu ran the more he thought of holding your hand once again. maybe if you'd ask anything about it later, he could excuse himself, saying 'you were running slowly'.

sanzu was under adrenaline rush and unconsciously held your hand to make you take some turns. you two finally reached the bonten's hideout and collapsed on the floor as soon as you entered the building.

other executives heard yours and sanzu's loud panting, so they looked over the entrance.

"i think i just had a deja vu" haitani brothers commented in the exact sync and they looked at each other in amusement, their mouths forming 'o' shapes.

"anyway, sanzu, isn't that person the one you were with back then?" ran assured after few minutes of thinking.

"what do you mean 'back then'"

"when we were in tenjiku" rindou said this time.

"yeah" sanzu answered and then started explaining what happened on a mission, almost ignoring the topic of you.

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the next day, bonten had an important party to attend. you got dressed quite fancy and pulled up at the location kokonoi told you about. you entered the building and got on the floor the party was going to be on.

the soon as you stepped a foot inside the room, you felt bonten's executives eyes fall on you. you sat down with them, and waited for kokonoi's order. of course he was paying for everyone tonight. the waiter's brought some fancy looking and delicious food and you couldn't wait to eat it.

kokonoi and kakucho held an important conversation about the upcoming mission. ran would ask some questions here and there but the others were busy eating. they almost looked like it was their first time eating after starving for days.

soon you felt ran's tall body shift and stand next to you. he offered to dance with you and you gladly agreed.

sanzu didn't feel very happy about this. he did deny his feeling towards you for so long but it was slowly creeping on him after the reunion.

shortly, you and ran almost returned to your seats, though, sanzu didn't let you. instead, he gripped your arm and started taking you god knows where. he opened the first room he found and entered it along with you.

"the fuck is your problem, sanzu?!" you protested but instead of hearing an answer, you felt his lips brush against yours.

you kissed back and it quickly got more and more intimate. sanzu's hands were roaming around your body while you were pulling on his hair, keeping him close.

he didn't even bother to lock the door as he turned off the main lights. he made you sit on a chair in front of the bed, while he turned on the small bed light.

sanzu sat down in front of you, taking his tie off and unbuttoning his t-shirt. he spread his legs and rubbed his neck while staring at your eyes intensely.

"take off your clothes"

[sound-of-the-cosmos]

The Truth (Second part to A Tale Best Left Untold)

Requested second part! Thanks Anon <3 While I wasn't planning on writing a second part.. I may have to write another after this one. Link to Part One

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Bakugou knows the rumors have been hard on you, but he desperately wants to help you. However, you are confronted with that same person- and you refuse to go through that again.

Cw/Tw: Mentions of non con, manipulation, traumatic events (along with swearing but it’s Bakugou-)

It's been a month or two since the video incident. Katuski, Jirou, or one of your other friends must have said something to the other students, because they were being oddly kind to you. You were definitely thankful- but it was a rather large shift.

Katuski would make sure you ate something during lunch, even going with you to the rooftop at times. While you appreciated the kindness, it felt.. fake. Forced.

Aizawa stood at the front of the room, speaking about the different types of training we were all to undergo. You were zoned out, doodling something at the top of your page. As you zoned in, your blood ran cold.

".. will also be receiving another teacher. Prof. Joseph Vlahos will now be taking the stand while I take a nap. Give him your full attention."

No.

No, no no n o.

You knew that name.

That was him.

Your eyes met his, and a smirk flickered over his lips momentarily. Your stomach lurched.

"As your sensei said, my name is Joseph Vlahos. You may call me Vlahos Sensei. I will be watching over your quirk training for the next month or so."

A month? Ok, that isn't too bad, you could make it through, somehow-

"After that period, however, I will be switching into the staff here as a permanent teacher."

You waited until after he was done speaking, noting that his eyes rarely ever left your seat. Once he finished his last thought and Aizawa sensei dismissed him, you asked to use the restroom.

As you paced out of the door and towards the girl's room, a hand grabbed your wrist and pulled you into a nearby janitor's closet. they covered your mouth as you tried to scream, tears welling up into your eyes. No no no no not again-

"Oi, it's me-" You recognized Katuski's voice partially, and couldn't stop the tears. He wrapped his arms around you, silently rubbing your back. You held your breath as you heard footsteps approach the ladies room, which was the next door. A soft hum of annoyance (which you identified as Joseph's) echoed out, before the clicks of his heels disappeared down the hall.

You let out your breath, panting and coughing a little. Katuski stayed silent- you could tell by how tense his body was that he was pissed. "I saw him eyeing you in the classroom. Is he the bastard?"

Jesus christ, he is perceptive-

"You also looked scared. That was the giveaway. I'm going to kill that bastard for what he did-"

"Katuski, no-"

"The fuck you mean no? That fucker caused you to leave behind your old school, and has now followed you here. Like hell I'll stand aside-"

"I don't- his quirk-" You hiccupped, and he fell silent. He was waiting for you to finish, just rubbing your back carefully. He was enraged, but you came before his anger. Just this once.

"He- he can change the way you think- I-" You sobbed, explaining the horrors that happened. How he talked to you about getting your grades up because of how smart you were, and you could do better- how he would talk to you, and you'd black out, only to wake up sore and bruised.. and violated.

How this happened for months.

Katuski stayed silent, trying so damn hard to stay with you, and not rip the bastard to shreds right then and there. You were the priority. His rage could wait for now.

"I don't- I can't watch him hurt you," You finished, rubbing your eyes and ruining your makeup. You didn't care. You didn't want to remember, but you were practically reliving it.

"Talk to All Might, Recovery Girl or even the damn principal. They'll do something. And he can't use the video against you. It's already been leaked. You don't have to keep quiet. I sure as hell can't." Katsuki's words hit you in an odd way. He was right. You were stronger now, and you had teachers on your side. They would help.

After about 10 minutes, you both made a plan, stepping out of the closet. You walked to Nezu's office, biting your lip as you approached the door. Timidly, you rapped your knuckles against the door.

A mousy "come in" made it's way through the wood, and you stepped in- only to be met with the chest of your 'new teacher'. You gulped, stepping in (and being cautious not to brush up against him).

"What can I help you with?" Nezu smiled at you, and you nervously mirrored his expression.

"If it isn't too much trouble, could I speak to you about something? Privately..?" You could hardly look up at him as you spoke. He nodded, humming thoughtfully.

"Of course. Joseph, we will speak about this matter at another date. Head back to USJ and help them with rebuilding." Joseph seemed upset, but left. Nezu jumps down, and sat on the couch, motioning for you to sit across from him. "I'm assuming you want to talk about the rumors?"

You nodded, messing with the edge on your skirt. "I- I'm not telling you how to do your job or undermining your authority, but- that man cannot teach here. Please- don't-" You sniffled, exhaling and inhaling shakily.

"Is he the one who took the video?" Nezu questioned, and your eyes shot up. He already figured it out??

"Yes sir-" You murmured, and he hummed.

"I will definitely find someone to replace him. Thank you for coming to me with this [Name]. I want you to know you are safe and the staff here will do everything in their power to help you in this situation." He smiled, and you let out a breath.

"Thank you sir."

You walk towards classroom 1A and hear a loud, angry voice echoing through the halls. "Listen, I don't care what you think, cause you're a goddamn extra, you got it? To hell with it if you're my teacher, you bastard. Keep your fucking hands to yourself."

Your stomach dropped when you saw Katuski yelling at Joseph. He had his hands raised in defense. "Look, I don't know what she told you, but she was clearly lying."

Katuski had that signature killing smirk creeping into his features.

"Eh?! Oi, you dumbass- are you saying she's a liar?"

Joseph smirked, and laughed. "If you're so cocky, how about you use that brain of yours an-" Katsuki grinned, before slamming his fist into the other's face. You gasped, running over and shouting out his name. "Katuski!"

He glanced over, in his training uniform now.

"I wasn't about to let him say shit about you. Or anyone else for that matter. The bastard is as bad as Mineta. He deserves to die."

Joseph was let go from UA soon after the incident. Nezu had kept his word. You sigh, glancing at your uniform. Maybe.. you should tie up the loose ends after all.

[the-badger-mole]

No Sound but Silence: Ice Storm

Hakoda came to the school the next day to let the principal know what was going on. From there, it was only a matter of days before Katara's surprise pregnancy was the talk of the school. Despite Katara's fears, her teachers largely took the news in stride, after a few saddened looks and unsubtle sighs about the tragic loss of potential so common among students these days. There was plenty of gossip, but Katara found more support among her friends than she could have ever dreamed. Toph and Song ended up being the firmest friends in her corner. Jin had never quite forgiven Katara for being the girl Zuko chose in the end. The recent developments made it necessary for Jin to support Katara from afar. Song, on the other hand, offered to organize a baby shower for Katara.

"My mom knits the sweetest little blankets," she said. "I'm sure she'd be happy to make one for you. When are you due?"

"Midsummer," Katara told her. "But, honestly, you don't have to do a baby shower."

"Please!" Toph snorted. "Of course, you're having a baby shower. What kind of godmother would I be-"

"What makes you think you'll be the godmother?" Song demanded.

"I've known her for way longer!" Toph insisted. "She used to walk me home from school."

"Well, we are on student government together."

Katara let the bickering continue with a good-natured smile. She didn't tell her friends that she hadn't planned on a godmother at all. Sokka would be named godfather, and that was pretty much it.

Aang had been scarce. It was unusual, but Katara knew that the fact that she had considered aborting her baby had thrown her young friend for a loop. She had hoped, though, that he would get over it faster than he seemed to be. Zuko had offered to talk to him, but Katara thought it would be best to let him approach her.

Katara was approached before the end of the week, but she would have just as soon avoided this particular confrontation. Azula cornered her in the bathroom between classes.

"You're ruining his life, you know," Azula said coldly, emerging from one of the stalls. "Dad was so close to reaching out to him and telling him he could come home. There's no way he's going to take Zuko back now."

"What makes you think Zuko wants to come back?" Katara asked. She got some soap from the dispenser and scrubbed her hands under the faucet to hide their shaking. In the mirror, she saw Azula scowl at her.

"Zuko is a Kaji," Azula told her. "Eventually, he'll remember that and want his share of his birthright.

"Well, Zuko and I were actually discussing him taking my last name," Katara quipped. She didn't realize the implications of what she said until she glanced up again and this time found Azula staring at her in disbelief.

"Are you...did Zuko..." she stammered. "Did he propose?" Katara had managed to catch Azula off guard. That had never happened before. Katara would have found the stunned look on her face amusing under any other circumstances, but right then, her heart thudded in her chest. She wasn't supposed to mention that to Azula. She wasn't supposed to be talking to Azula at all. She'd promised Zuko that his sister wouldn't get any information from her, and here she was letting slip the detail that she hadn't been planning to tell anyone but her closest friends.

"Well..." she cleared her throat and pushed back her hair. "I should be getting back to class-" She moved for the door, but Azula grabbed her arm before she could make her escape.

"My father will never allow this to happen," Azula warned her. "You having my brother's bastard is one thing, but you will never be acknowledged as family." Katara wrenched her arm free and sneered at Azula.

"I think at this point, who is considered family is up to Zuko. Now if you'll excuse me. I have chem lab." Katara kept a sedate pace as she left the bathroom. She waited until the door swung shut on Azula's stunned face before she took a deep, shuddering breath and scrambled down the hall. The conversation she would have to have with Zuko later would not be pleasant. Still, she reflected as she tried to calm her pounding heart, that went much better than she imagined it would.

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