#i’m so sad he really deserved to be a teacher

[boltgunkiller-archive]

graduation and the glee kids futures makes me so emotional

#juno speaks #santana had options this isnt a diss im really proud of her and i’m serious about that too #i see her happy and married to brittany and going back to college to get a degree #and i feel so proud like. thats my girl she made it #but finn didn’t even get any of that like it’s not fair to me #whyd they make him the shows loser for no reason when he tried just as hard as everyone else #i’m not even like a huge finn shooter. i just think he deserved so much more #i’m a santana shooter. majority of the time. Big santana fan. her future makes me so happy it was so bright she was given love and #happiness when she thought that was impossible for herself. she never thought she’d get to graduate and live a life she was proud to live #with someone she was proud to be with #especially during her junior year #she figured she’d be with a guy and just feel awful forever but no!! she got the girl she loved she went to new york and realized #hey. she doesn’t want what everyone else does and that’s okay (realization took a bit but britt was there) #and she realized. she wants to go to college and get a job and be happy and not try and blend in w everyone else! #Now finn. i rlly wish he got to go to college to be a teacher and had it work out #why didn’t it #i’m so sad he really deserved to be a teacher #he would be a good teacher #you know??… #i mean.. i have my complaints about his writing but at his core (without RIB’s awful character writing) hes so deserving #and even full of love.. or hope maybe.. it’s not fair to me Like #Ugh ii am just thinking of finn. And santana. And finn. And graduation #And.? #gleeposting

[togrowoldinv]

The Meeting

Wanda Maximoff x Female Reader

When you meet a fellow mom at the PTO meeting, you soon realize just how much love she needs

Warnings: Smut! 18+ please! Kissing, fingering, oral (W receiving), mommy kink, general fluff at some parts

Note: I just woke up thinking about milf Wanda lol. Follow my library blog @togrowoldinvlibrary for updates! Enjoy!

Wanda Maximoff Masterlist, Main Masterlist

Your hands shake with nerves as you enter the school. You’re not one for group events, but your daughter’s teacher had asked you personally to help with this year’s spring events. You couldn’t say no.

You follow the other parents to the sign in table. Recognizing a couple of the parents, you smile at them and have some small talk as you sign your name.

And then you see her. A mom who’s new to the town, and everyone is curious about.

She sits next to you. You figure it would be impolite not to introduce yourself.

“Hey I’m y/n,” you say, holding out your hand for the woman to shake.

She turns to you. You could get lost in those eyes.

“Wanda,” she supplies simply. She shakes your hand gently.

Before you can ask her any questions, the meeting starts. Pepper Potts leads the conversation and explains that you’ll be divided into teams for the process.

You’re uneasy at the idea, but when she pairs you and Wanda as a team your curiosity is peaked.

The meeting comes to an end and it’s time to talk to your partners to make schedule arrangements.

“So, we can meet here on whatever night works best for you,” you start the conversation with Wanda.

“The boys keep me pretty busy,” Wanda explains.

“Boys?”

“Yes, I have twins,” she clarifies.

“Oh wow. I thought one was exhausting,” you say. Wanda laughs a little at that. “We can meet anywhere at anytime. I’m open as long as I have time to get a sitter.”

“Would you mind if we did it my house?” Wanda asks. “I have to wait for my husband to drive to me places and it’s just easier if-“

“Sounds perfect,” you cut her off. You didn’t need to know anymore than that about her husband. “Just text me your address.”

You hand her your phone to put her number in and shoot her a quick text that it’s you. With a quick goodbye, you and Wanda go separate ways. She texts you the next morning with her address and the time to be there.

The first time going there you were nervous. You didn’t know anything about Wanda other than her first name. Every week you learn more about her and start feeling yourself really drawn to her.

Today when you show up at Wanda’s, she answers the door wearing her best dress. But her eyes are sad.

“Hey Wanda. You look nice,” you tell her. “I was supposed to come here tonight, yeah?”

“Yeah, come in,” she replies.

You walk in and sit your stuff down on the couch like usual. Wanda sits next to you, but her focus is on her phone.

“Is everything okay?” You ask her.

Wanda drops her phone onto the couch and turns to you.

“He isn’t coming home tonight. It’s our anniversary and he isn’t coming home,” she says. She starts crying.

You move closer to her and wrap an arm around her shoulder. She leans into you and cries into your chest.

“I’ve got you, Wanda,” you say. “I know how hard this is.”

“You do?” She asks through her tears.

“I do. I went through the same thing. Hence why I’m a single parent now,” you explain.

“I didn’t know. You always seem to have it together,” Wanda says.

“Yeah well, truly I don’t. But that’s alright.”

You wipe Wanda’s tears from her face with one hand and rub your hand over her back with the other.

Wanda’s tears begin to subside. She shifts in your arms and is now inches from your face.

“Wanda,” you whisper just before she leans forward and kisses your lips.

You can’t help but kiss her back. She’s so beautiful and so deserving of soft love. After a few minutes of kissing, Wanda seems to realize what’s happening and she pulls away a little.

“I’m sorry,” she says, her breath hits your lips.

“Wanda, when is the last time someone kissed you like this?” You ask her.

“I don’t know.”

You run your hand through her hair and Wanda’s eyes close in comfort.

“Can I kiss you again?” You ask. She nods. “I need to hear you say it, baby.”

“Yes, please, yes,” she breathes out.

At her words, you kiss her deeply. She melts against you. You pull her into your lap, and kiss her neck. Wanda moans and moves her hips as you pay attention to the soft skin of her neck.

“Bite me,” she mumbles. You grin against her neck and do as she asks.

You pull away and look at her. She’s so beautiful.

“Wanda, you’re so gorgeous,” you tell her.

The smile she has on her face makes your heart swell. You lift up her dress over her hips to reveal red lacy panties.

“Fuck, Wanda.”

You run a finger over her panties and feel her wetness. She grinds against your finger and you take that as a sign to slip her panties to the side.

“Oh god,” Wanda moans.

“Be good for me, baby,” you say. “Already so wet for me.” You run your fingers over her folds and slip them into her.

She rides your fingers as you continue to kiss anywhere you can reach on her body. It’s not long before Wanda’s hip movements become erratic.

“Come for me, Wanda,” you say.

“Fuck,” she moans as she coats your fingers.

You work her down from her high. And she falls against your shoulder. You kiss her temple and she smiles against you.

“Are you okay, sweetheart?” You ask her.

“I haven’t felt this good in so long,” Wanda replies. She kisses your neck. You hold her tighter against you.

“You deserve to always feel this good.”

Wanda shifts in your arms to look at you again. You kiss her and reach behind her to unzip her dress. She stands up and the dress along with her panties fall to the floor.

You take in the sight of her standing there with nothing on.

“My god, you’re so beautiful,” you tell her.

She smirks and reaches her hand out for you to take. You smile and take it. Wanda pulls you off of the couch and into her bedroom.

You kiss her as she falls back onto the bed. This time you bring your lips to her nipples and suck them.

“You feel so good,” Wanda says. Her hands push you further into her chest.

“All for you, mommy,” the word slips from your lips. You stop sucking on her due to the feeling a little embarrassed. But Wanda doesn’t let you hesitate for long.

“Mommy needs you,” she says. The term makes you both so amped up and ready.

“I’ll take care of you, mommy,” you say. You move down her body and drop kisses along the way.

You lick her folds and she makes beautiful sounds. Taking her clit in your mouth, you bring her close almost immediately. She definitely hasn’t been touched like this in a long time, if ever.

“Fuck baby,” Wanda says.

“Come for me, mommy,” you say against her.

And she does. You wish you could remember the sounds she makes for the rest of your life. So beautiful, so pleasant.

You clean her up and move up to lay next to her. Wanda kisses you in a way that feels like she’s thanking you for helping her feel so good.

“I’m so glad I met you, Wands,” you say.

“I’m glad I met you too, y/n,” she says. She moves to straddle your waist and slips her hands under your shirt. “It’s your turn now, baby.”

You smile and let Wanda start to undress you.

You are so glad you went to that PTO meeting.

Wanda Maximoff is the most beautiful woman you’ve ever seen.

And here she is above you, making you feel so good.

#wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff #wanda maximoff smut #wanda maximoff comfort #wanda maximoff fluff #she’s so hot fr

[absolutebl]

This Week in BL - I Gave a 10/10 to a BL... me!

Organized, in each category, by ones I'm enjoying most at the top.

Nov 2023 Wk 3

Ongoing Series - Thai

My Dear Gangster Oppa (Thurs iQIYI) ep 4 of 8 - I love this show. I adore Tew's the simple backstory. No frills. No fuss. He got dragged in the way many do and he can kill so they kept him. They aren’t trying to make it needlessly complicated (which is rare for Thailand). That said, the pacing is way tf off, the emotional arc is rushed and then sappy out of absolutely nowhere. Before you ask, the kiss is not at issue, we halfway through they should be kissing, but the romantic life changes - too soon. But I don’t care. Finally, they left us this ep reminded of 2 v important things,

this pair kisses beautifully

in BL all mafia be gay

Fun fun!

Last Twilight (Fri YT) ep 2 of 12 - It's official, I love this. It’s a classic caregiver/bodyguard trope where one of them is opening the other one up to the world, but sweetly. I’m enjoying the softness of JimmySea's take and I hope GMM TV takes its cues from the success of My School President and doesn’t push this particular show into rough or edgy territory. Stay on target GMMTV. Don't mess with my bias again!

Twins the series (Fri GaGa) ep 3 of 10 - Finally, our adorable side couple has emerged! This show remains engaging without losing pace (despite the main couple being slow burn), which is all I want from a Thai pulp, and more I could ask for currently from a sports BL. 

(Note: when I dictate the computer always puts "Thai pope" instead of Thai pulp - this is hilarious to me.)

Pit Babe (Fri iQIYI) ep 1 of 14 - I guess they didn’t strip the omegaverse out of this. Unfortunately, I’m not an omegaverse fan, so I find its presence extremely off putting. (But it’s kind of amazing that somebody finally put one on our screen.) Unsurprisingly, it’s a lot of alpha posturing and hyper masculinity, because that’s what this kind of worldbuilding is an excuse for (lazy writing and lazier characterization). This means I don’t like Babe AT ALL except that he’s smell orientated and a bit verse. Way is lovely tho, because Nut is a great soft screen presence amongst the testosterone haze. 

Middleman’s Love (Fri YT & iQIYI ep 2 of 8 - I’m not gonna lie (when have I ever bothered to lie to you all?) I’m struggling with this show. The sound effects are getting worse. That is not allowed. Still I found this installment slightly more bearable than the last last, probably because there was more of the cast in play and less of Jade being too cringe to live. 

Absolute Zero (Weds iQIYI) ep 8 of 12 - AKA temporal paradox of pain.

My Universe (Sun iQIYI) Friends Forever ep 13 of 24 - Ooo it’s a bit of a teacher/student (coach/player) thing. Linguistic negotiation and kinkification of phi. Also actually kinky. But not consensually. Gonna get dark. Bummer. 

Playboyy (Thurs Gaga) 1 of 14(!) eps - Whines. Must I? Gaga doesn’t have a skip ahead button. Sad sack main characters really do not work for me. But this was better than I expected. I wasn’t expecting much. 

Look: This is helmed by Cheewin (shudder) with screenplay by Den (Only Friends - shudder the second) under Copy A Bangkok (they deserve not my shuddders). It's gonna be a shizz show people. It's Thai dark War of Y style - my least favorites. Apparently, there is meant to be a "plot" but when has Cheewin ever bothered with plot?

On a completely different note does the blond look like that Korean actor/idol from At a Distance Spring is Green & Wanna One to anyone else? Or is it just me? (Park Ji Hoon)

Ongoing Series - Not Thai

A Breeze of Love (Korea iQIYI) eps 3-4 of 8 - I like it a lot. Dongwook is so obtuse and socially awkward and reserved and needy and Dohyun is so gay over and simultaneously wildly confused by this behavior. Fantastic. A bit stiff, even for Korea, btu I'm okay with it since everything else I'm watching right now is decidedly NOT stiff.

I finished it!

Let's Eat Together Aki and Haru AKA Aki wa Haru to Gohan wo - Japan BL movie 1.5 hr

Best friends life together during university - cheerful sunshine loves to cook, grumpy tsundere loves to eat. Aki is a bit manic pixie dream boy for me (not my favorite archetype) but they’re cute and it’s one of those Japanese slice of life pieces like Our Dining Table that isn’t really a romance in fact it’s barely a drama. This isn’t friends to lovers because they’re basically already in a relationship (which everyone around them knows) they just aren’t fucking. I did spend a lot of time worrying that they weren’t eating any green things whatsoever. In the end this isn’t my thing when there’s no kissing at all, and this was a bit too dull even for JBL. Sorry Japan, one cannot trade on cute and cheese alone. I know, you want to. But that's not a BL or a personality. 6/10 

I Cannot Reach You AKA I Can't Reach You AKA Kimi ni wa Todokanai (Japan, maybe coming to Netflix) 8 eps - This classic friends-to-lovers BL is everything Japan does best. Angsty. Emo. Aching. Driven by real thirst. Yamato is deeply in love with his childhood bestie, Kakeru, and has been for ages, unable to hide his ungainly damaging high school need. He wants Kakeru in every way possible and it oozes off of the screen. Kakeru is silly and a little simple, but not frenetic or overly camp about it. He is earnest, and genuinely wants to keep Yamato in his life which means giving a romance (and gayness) a fair chance. We watch him realize his affection and what form it can take in a truly authentic way. This show was impossibly kind to both of its lead characters and I felt honored that I got to watch something so lovely and rare play out on my screen.

I LOVE LOVE LOVED THIS. IT'S SO GOOD.

10/10

Let me be perfectly clear: I have watched 646 BLs and only handed out nine 10/10s.

I talk more about why this one made the cut, here.

It's Airing But...

One Room Angel (Japan Gaga) 6 eps - adaptation of Harada’s manga (which I did not like) about a clerk who's stabbed, nearly dies, and returns home to find an angel waiting for him. With only 5 eps and a good chance this won’t end happy, I'm gonna wait and let you tell me how it goes.

SHADOW (Thai Gaga) 14 eps - I'm not wild about Thai horror (or horror at all) even one featuring Singto and Fluke. I'm holding off on this one and if told it's good I'll binge later.

Beyond The Star (Weds iQIYI) 8 eps - House of Stars meets Boyband. I was NOT impressed. Waiting to be told if I should bother.

What Did You Eat Yesterday Season 2 AKA Kinou Nani Tabeta? Season 2 (Japan Gaga) 10 eps - I find this series more fun to binge, so I'm waiting until it completes its run.

Next Week Looks Like This

STARTING

11/20 Bake Me Please (Mon Gaga) ep 1 of 6 - trailer here, stars Ohm (of OhmFluke) opposite Guide (bestie from IFYLITA). This looks like an actually gay version of Antique Bakery (play it again, BL). I'm intrigued, it looks HELLA pretty.

11/22 7 Days Before Valentine (Weds ????) ep 1 of 10 - trailer here, horror-esk. Adapted from y-novel of the same name, directed by Tu (180 Degree) stars Jet (Why You… Y Me?). When you want your old love again, but fate sends you a reaper instead. All he can do for you is kill people. I'll likely give this a pass and wait to binge if safe.

11/24 VIP Only (Taiwan Fri Gaga) ep 1 of 10 - Screenplay by Lin Pei Yu (WBL) about a chef who courts a shy writer with spicy beef noodles.

11/25 The Sign (Sat ????) ep 1 of 10 - trailer here, horror-esk, but with a suspense and adult characters. Special investigators who loved each other in previous lives reunite in new bodies. Stars Billy Patchanon (BillySeng) & Babe Tanatat (new). Includes other SCOY favorites as a special investigation team. I may give this a try (depending on distribution) because I'm into the non-horror bits.

11/26 The Whisperer (Sun ????) 1 of 10 - trailer here. Thai horror BL that ALSO involves cheating (what joy is mine). He has dimples (My Ride) but I don't think even that gives me the will. You can tell me how this goes.

11/26 Cooking Crush (Sun YT) 1 of 12 - OffGun are back, trailer here. Adapted from the novel “Love Course! เสื้อกาวน์รุกเสื้อกุ๊กรับ” by iJune4S this is about Prem who runs a not-so-popular restaurant with 2 friends. About to go on a cooking competition with a huge reward, Prem gets involved with Ten, a stressed-out med student who wants Prem to teach him to cook.

Still Coming November BL

11/30 For Him (Thurs ????) ep 1 of 10 - high heat trailer, I suspect iQIYI will scoop this one up. From the people who brought us Unforgotten Night (please no) based on a y-novel, man nursing a heartbreak has a one-night stand, but the other boy didn't want it to end. It looks terribly trashy so I'm in! Maybe I'll do a trash watch?

Nov 2023 line up with screen caps here. Not kept updated.

Original 2023 forthcoming BL master post (see comments, some are inaccurate, NOT KEPT UPDATED).

THIS WEEK’S BEST MOMENTS

To be fair this was last week but I did get the screen shot until now. (You are Mine)

I Cannot Reach You serving all Japan's favorite tropes plus some very un-Japan decent kisses.

(Last week)

#this week in bl #bl updates #bl review #I Cannot Reach You #Japanese BL #You Are Mine #Taiwanese BL #Let's Eat Together Aki and Haru #Let's Eat Together Aki and Haru review #2023 bl #upcoming bl #My Dear Gangster Oppa #Thai Bl #Last Twilight #GMMTV #Twins the series #Pit Babe #Playboyy #A Breeze of Love

[luvhughes43]

summer loving | luke hughes x zegras!reader

zegras!sister masterlist

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this is yours and lukes second time at the lake house together but first as a real couple. while it's true you were dating last time, it was all secretive. 

todays activity was golfing and the fact that you've only ever played mini putt did not escape your mind.

“okay you’re up y/n!” jack shouted, shielding his eyes from the sun with his forearm. you had hoped that your boyfriend, brother, and his friends would all conveniently forget that you were with them but there was no chance they were letting you get out of golfing. 

“i really don't think that-” you started but were cut off by your brother, trevor zegras, handing you a golf club. “trevor, please don't make me play!” you tried pleading to your brother who rolled his eyes at you in response. he nudged you towards the tee, and you stumbled towards it. you turned around again to try and plead to luke but he shook his head and walked over to you.

“here, you wanna stand like this,” luke said, adjusting your posture and stance so that you were properly aligned to play. “okay, so now you're going to hold the club like this,” he adjusted your hands on your club and you felt the heat rise in your cheeks as you tried not to smile at lukes demonstrations. 

luke then stood behind you, and like all cute cliches, he held onto your hands as he helped guide your swing. 

“this is disgusting” your brother scoffed as he turned away from the scene in front of him.

“what? they’re so cute!” jack practically cooed as he watched his younger brother and his best friends sister. 

“I’m going to be sick!” trevor pretended to gag and you rolled your eyes as you let luke guide you through one more practice swing.

“look at y/n! she’s blushing like a lovesick fool! this could make a grown man cry!” jack teased, and all the other guys laughed at trevors reaction. he looked disgusted with his face all scrunched up. 

luke finally stepped away from you and you swung on your own. you hit the golf ball and sent it flying towards its desired destination. you had no clue if you were actually close to the target but by the boys' impressed reactions you were sure you’d done something right.

“baby that was so good!” luke smiled at you and you giggled into his shoulder as he pulled you into a quick side hug.

“please don’t call her baby” trevor groaned, and you laughed at his discomfort.

ynzegras

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ynzegras im going to be honest, i have no idea what i’m doing here

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lhughes_06 you killed it today❤️🔥

ynzegras thankfully i had a good teacher!💘

jackhughes babys first golfing trip🔥💯

fanone whys jack calling lukes gf baby??😭

trevorzegras never again.

ynzegras ??

trevorzegras you know what you did.

colecaufield see you soon😤

colecaufield can't believe you didn't wait to play your first game with me

ynzegras sorry coley i was pressured😓💔

“Luke! Luke! Luke!” you shouted your boyfriends name as you ran from your place on the hammock up to the deck where luke was sitting at. your book was in your hand, finger marking your spot as you crashed into the spot next to luke. he laughed as he brushed the hair from your face and you smiled at him. you laid down with your head on his lap facing up at him. you repositioned your book so you could read it, “Twenty-five but she felt forty. Married but she was alone. Childless and yet, hadn’t she raised children?” you read the malibu rising quote to your boyfriend who eagerly listened.

“Luke, it's just so sad! Nina deserves the world actually and-” you then went on a long tangent explaining the entirety of malibu rising by taylor jenkins reid to luke, who was hanging onto your every word. 

“And he's in every single one?” Luke asked, genuinely interested in the taylor jenkins reid lore.

“In this universe yes. but anyway, so nina-” you went on to further explain the details of your book, and luke sat smiling at you as you flipped through the pages and read him various quotes. 

ynzegras

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ynzegras got him hooked on the tjr lore🙏

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yourbff doing what every gf should😭🙏

lhughes_06 no because what happens with jay and hud? like they're just gonna let all that slide?? 

jackhughes hes so whipped trevorzegras

trevorzegras 😐

jackhughes smile ! clap ! 

lhughes_06

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lhughes_06 love you to the moon and to saturn🌙❤️🪐

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fanthree OHH IM CRYINGG

fanthree seven lyrics?? It should be me😭😭

ynzegras there are tears in my eyes rn

ynzegras i love you so much🥲🫶

lhughes_06 love you always❤️

ynzegras 🌙❤️🪐

lhughes_06 🌙❤️🪐

jackhughes trevor is crying and throwing up right now

trevorzegras SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP

fanfour i know trevors curled up in a ball rn😭

dylanduke25 u guys are alright

ynzegras we’re the cutest couple ever stop lying !

dylanduke25 cringe

ynzegras ill remember that next time u want me to bake u something.

dylanduke25 WHAT NO?? my phone was stolen it wasnt me i swearrr😫🙏

_quinnhughes happy for you two💙 liked by ynzegras, and lhughes_06

#zegras!sister x luke hughes #luke hughes x reader #luke hughes insta edit #luke hughes imagine #luke hughes fic #luke hughes blurb #jack hughes x reader #trevor zegras x reader #nhl fic #nhl blurb #nhl imagine #nhl fanfiction

[astronomodome]

It’s 3 AM and I’m stressed out so instead of doing boring things like sleeping I’m deciding whether or not I could beat each life series member in a physical fight (c! and cc!). Sorry about the violence idk why my brain thought of this. DISCLAIMER I don’t want to fight any of these people and I don’t wish any harm upon them I’m just delirious 👍 yayy

Rendog

c!: He’s just a guy with dog ears in canon so I wouldn’t be like suuuper fucked but I think I’d still lose. You know he turns up to jazzercise

cc!: Hasn’t he been through enough recently… could I win? Maybe. But I’d be a good sport about it and I’d expect him to do the same should he beat me

Grian

c!: Have you ever tried to fight a bird? Those things are scary. I got chased by a goose once and it was not fun. Yeah this ain’t happening

cc!: You know that one video of Grian demolishing that punching bag? That would be me. Do you want that for me? I don’t

Joel Smallishbeans

c!: I think I could but it would be really close and I’d have to go to the hospital immediately after. Not for fight wounds or anything I just would be worried he’d have given me rabies

cc!: I feel like I would have to fight him and Lizzie at the same time and I don’t think I could take that. Nothing can beat the power of love <3

Scott Smajor

c!: Nah I just lose and he’s judgmental about it too

cc!: LGBT infighting. I would probably lose

BigB

c!: he would win the psychic battle long before the physical battle could even begin

cc!: Man is yoked. I have died

Etho

c!: As soon as I walk up to him he teleports behind me and cuts me in half. Nothing personnel kid

cc!: Lost in the Canadian wilderness trying to track him down, I am mauled by a moose. My corpse becomes a nice meal for some wolves and I am slowly forgotten

Bdubs

c!: I could punt him with ease

cc!: I maybe could but would it really be worth it

Pearl

c!: Ripped apart by hounds so sad. I deserved it

cc!: I can’t afford to fly to Australia. Also even if I could I think she could just throw a bug at me and I would die from the 10,000 poisons that every Australian animal contains

Martyn Inthelittlewood

c!: I lied we’re not fighting I’m leading you out of the endless cycle of violence come with me

cc!: I feel like I would be overconfident going into it and then he would just deck me. Alternatively he could just recite mentally damaging lore facts at me until I fall over and die

Scar from Goodtimes

c!: He immediately engages me in a battle of wits that ends in me paying him to punch me in the face

cc!: I would concede immediately for moral reasons. Maybe we could lightsaber duel instead?

Impulse

c!: He would show up in like full netherite or something. Are these fights happening irl or in minecraft. Doesn’t matter. Either way I am gone. Reduced to ashes

cc!: That is a whole entire human being I think I’d punch him once and then apologize. It would not affect him at all. I don’t think he’d hurt me though

Tango

c!: I might have a chance but the fire hair thing might be a problem

cc!: I think it would somehow turn into a hockey match and given that I have only ice skated twice before and both times ended in me spraining my ankles real bad I don’t think my odds are looking great. He is bald though so there’s always hope

Cleo

c!: I am breakfast. She will eat me

cc!: I don’t think I’d even be able to get the fight set up I think they’d give me a fake address and leave it at that. And I would deserve it

Jimmy Solidarity

c!: We’re both rather pathetic and sad so I think in this case we would just adhere to rule of funny. Whether I win or lose depends on what’s funniest at the time

cc!: The GYM TEACHER?? No.

Skizzleman

c!: Why would I do that

cc!: :( I don’t want to do this anymore. I would lose also that is a whole ass adult man but I think he’d go easy on me so idk

Geminitay

c!: Lol. No.

cc!: I would be beaten instantly cause I’d feel bad about hurting her but honestly I don’t know why this would ever happen. We could be friends <3 sorry is that parasocial

Mumbo Jumbo

c!: I feel like he could outrun me but I could overpower him

cc!: Absolutely no chance, man could bike circles around me. I would be easily run over

Lizzie LDShadowlady

c!: Easily but I’d feel bad about it

cc!: Same as with Joel. I stand no chance against their combo attack

#sillyposting #life series #astro speaks #idk what came over me hope you enjoy my shitpost #trafficblr

[izurusstuff]

⚠️ 18+ ONLY, MINORS DNI!! ⚠️

message from izurusstuff: hello, lovelies <3 i woke up today and immediately ran to tumblr because of an amazing thought i had >:) it’s inspired by @goddess-of-green’s teacher nagito smut, i highly recommend you check their’s out because it’s awesome and lives in my mind rent free. also this is 18+ only, minors do NOT interact!!! and everyone’s legal age. also there’s spoilers for the danganronpa 3 anime and ending of goodbye despair, so read with caution if you don’t want spoilers

summary: You’re a student at the University of Tokyo a couple years after The Tragedy. The whole ordeal inspired you to become a psychology major with a minor in ethics. It’s your senior year at the university— you only have a semester left until graduation. Everything was perfect until this point, but your high-level ethics professor makes it hard to keep up your perfect grades. Fed up, you confront him, which leads to… something special ;)

A+ (Teacher!Izuru Kamukura x Fem!Reader Smut)

It’s another day in class towards the end of the semester. Finals are quickly approaching, and your stoic teacher is handing your papers back at the end of class. For some reason, he just wouldn’t give out A’s in his class. Your perfect 4.0 GPA was going to be brought down by this right before you graduated! You grew tired of his antics. Of course, it didn’t really tick you off until you spent days without sleep trying to finish your paper. Every other source told you that it was amazing and captivating.

But you got a B+, an 89.9

You were basically fuming at that point. It was obvious Professor Kamukura wasn’t going to admit that your paper deserved an A. Rage boiled through your body. Your nostrils flared and your knuckles tightened. You stared into your professors eyes with pure anger. He wouldn’t admit it, but your reaction wasn’t boring to him. He was used to boredom. His eyebrow ever so slightly raised at you, which only pissed you off more.

Without breaking any eye contact, you ripped up your 30 page paper in front of him and slammed it on his desk. Oh boy, he did not know what he was signing up for when he messed with the valedictorian’s perfect GPA.

“Can I help you?” He scoffed.

His apathy was the straw that broke the camel’s back. With your fists balled up, you took a deep breath and let it OUT.

“Is it your mission in life to make everyone miserable? Is it because you got used by your school to become a human weapon? Why the FUCK do you have to be so condescending?! Do you KNOW how hard I worked to be here?! DO YOU?! If you hate people sooo much and you’re always bored by them, why did you take the job here? It’s not like you’re the best of the best! I can name thousands of people who’d be a better teacher for this job than you are… so why do you think you’re hot shit? You’re not… you’re a hurt little boy with some weird complex a-and you’re RUINING everything… so what the fuck is your problem, Kamukura?!”

Holy shit. Your response had him speechless for a brief second. He had to compose himself before staring you down and giving a response. However, you weren’t even CLOSE do being done…

“Your paper was bori-”

“Boring? Yeah, I fucking KNOW! Everything’s boring to you! But I am NOT letting your stubborn ass ruin my perfect GPA, do you understand?! What would capture your attention? Writing my paper on Junko Enoshima? Chiaki Nanami? Ooh I know! How about Hajime Hinata!”

Ouch. The last name really struck a nerve with Izuru. He actually felt a sense of sadness; something he hasn’t felt since he watched Chiaki’s final moments. Kamukura simply walked away, the nerve!

“Oh, you think I’m DONE with you?!”

“Doubtful.” He rolled his eyes, opening the classroom door for you. Huh, weird.

“I’m heading to my office. You can come with or continue your temper tantrum in here until the next class comes.”

You stood in shock for a moment. He was actually inviting you to his office…? I mean, it was in his own weird way, but it counted, right?

He walked in front of you without saying a word, only motioning to the door of his office.

Izuru’s office definitely didn’t fit him. There was a few coffee mugs, packets of chamomile tea, kawaii stuffed animals, a sword, etc. Were these all the gifts his former classmates gave him?

“Sit.”

You did as he said, looking around at everything in awe. Kamukura pulled out a folder than had your last name on it with copies of your old papers. You were utterly shocked he kept up with stuff like that.

“[L/N]. Your final semester here.”

“How did you-?”

“You’re valedictorian. I hear about you wherever I go.”

He… knew stuff about you? You were utterly shocked and dumbfounded. You thought you were just another boring face to him.

“I’ll say this one time and one time only. Your response to your grade impressed me. We both know that never happens.”

“Oh. Sorry, I guess?”

“Don’t apologize. It takes away character.”

You looked at the floor and nodded as Professor Kamukura looked through your folder more. Surprisingly, it earned a few impressed eyebrow raises from him.

“Your papers have no mistakes. They’re merely boring to me. Except for your last one on the ethics of Hope’s Peak. For obvious reasons, I do not have any interest in reading a paper about the school that used me.”

Realization hit you, and you actually felt bad for him. It was the first time you did. You looked at the ground and nodded. Kamukura obviously picked up on your regret, which he rolled his eyes to and tapped on the desk to get your attention.

“Why are you remorseful? It’s just a grade. If you need an A that badly, I’ll change it.”

You shook your head. It nearly knocked him out of his seat in surprise.

“No. It’s because you’re still a person, which everyone forgets about. Including me.”

Your humanization of him really REALLY struck a nerve. But in a good way. The tone in the room shifted to a way more positive one, and you swear you saw his mouth turn into an ever so slight smile.

“Your response… was not what I was expecting, Y/N.”

He used your first name?! You jolted up to stare at him in utter disbelief.

“If you want to go, I won’t keep you.”

You shook your head. Neither of you knew what to say next. However, it seemed you two were truly seeing each other as humans. Not human experiment and student who only cared about her grades, but humans… and tension filled the air. Both of you stood up with Izuru locking his office door and backing you against the wall.

Your heart fluttered so incredibly fast. Just mere moments ago, you were about to square up with your teacher. Now you want nothing more than to hold him. Little did you know he felt the same about you.

His red eyes expressed a hint of worry behind them. You could tell he was concerned about hurting you or pressuring you into this.

With a deep breath, you closed the distance between you two and finally kissed him. You expected him to shove you away and call you boring, but his hands merely cupped your face as he deepened the kiss. You melted into it, completely forgetting that he was the reason you wouldn’t have a perfect GPA. But in that moment, you couldn’t care. You didn’t care that you were passionately kissing your teacher who has no emotion towards anything.

“Are you sure you don’t want to leave?” Kamukura asked, not taking his eyes off your mouth. You could tell he wanted nothing more than you to stay with him.

“I’m sure…”

His mouth slightly widened into the barely visible smile he had before. He smiled into another kiss with you, pushing you up against the wall. Izuru obviously knew what you were thinking, but he didn’t want to make the first move out of respect (consent king). So, you took his hands and moved them down to the dip in your hips. He definitely got the memo.

“Tell me if you want to stop.”

You nodded. The kisses got more rough, but he took his time with caressing your body. You loved the passion he was showing, but God you wanted him to hurry up.

Once he got to your chest, you took your shirt off, giving him an uncovered view of your chest. He was mesmerized by your body. Kamukura pulled you into yet another kiss, but this time it was by grabbing your ass. You were surprised by his strength, but then again, he WAS made to be impossibly strong…

While he was doing his own thing to you, you unbuttoned his shirt and watched it slide down his muscular arms. Holy shit. You weren’t expecting that. You should’ve, but you didn’t.

He softly chuckled, and that surprised both of you. Izuru removed his shirt, pulling you closer. You could feel each other’s body heat. You finally took off your bra and slid your skirt down. He took no time in reaching for your chest and caressing it. Meanwhile, you got his pants off. He led the two of you to his desk…

Kamukura laid you down and kissed down your body until he got to the line of your underwear. With a delicate touch, he took them off and put himself between your thighs, looking up at you with curiosity and lust. You whimpered, and that only made him more crazed.

He gently rubbed a finger up your slit, causing you to whimper yet again. You could see his smile through your half lidded gaze.

Finally he stuck a finger in. You gasped out in pleasure, and he slowly moved it in and out. You grabbed his hair and whimpered again. Fuck it, he couldn’t wait any more.

Kamukura removed his last article of clothing and slowly slid into you. Your hands grasped onto his toned back as your moans got louder with every inch he put in. He looked down at you, putting his hands underneath your back as he began his thrusting.

You heard his soft grunts, making you further crazed. You wrapped his legs around his torso and he sped up. The light of the hallway peeking in through his blinds gave his toned body a beautiful glow, and you were starstruck by it.

In an odd moment of wholesomeness, he placed a soft kiss on your forehead while he harshly thrusted into you. The duality, good lord.

Your whimpers and tightening drove him crazy. He sped up as fast as he could, causing his desk to shake. Even if someone heard you two, neither of you cared because of how good you both felt.

Even though it felt like seconds, moments passed before you tightened around him from finishing, therefore making him cum too. Both of you were unbelievably sweaty from the deed, and you laid on his desk staring at the ceiling.

“I’ll change your grade to an A.”

RAAAA THIS IS ONE OF MY FAVE THINGS IVE EVER WRITTEN, SHOUKD I MAKE A PART TWO…

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[storiesforallfandoms]

treat him better ~ barry berkman;barry

word count: 2615

request?: no

description: after his jealous ex makes a scene, his new girlfriend decides to tell her off for not treating him better

pairing: barry berkman x female!reader

warnings: swearing, lil bit of angst(?), use of y/n

masterlist (one, two, three)

Barry walked in with his arm around another woman, and that’s how everyone in the class knew that things were about to get a lot more interesting.

Barry and Sally had had a pretty messy breakup a few months before that had resulted in Barry considering quitting his acting class. Sally claimed she just couldn’t put in the same efforts into a relationship and her career, and she thought that Barry deserved better, but everyone in the class knew that she broke up with him in a moment of jealousy when an acting recruiter had taken interest in Barry after a play they had put off a few months before. Because of their breakup, Barry had gone into a stupor and missed the opportunity, and Sally seemed absolutely tickled by that.

Then, suddenly, Barry came into class after having missed more than a week and he was much happier than when they had all last seen him. After being prodded by his classmates for a while, he admitted that he had met someone and was going on a date with them after class that night. Everyone seemed happy for him, especially Gene who was glad that Barry was finally back in class. But Sally was very notably not sharing everyone else’s enthusiasm.

Judging by the PDA and the happiness that was absolutely radiating off of Barry, this was his new girlfriend.

“Hey, Mr. Cousineau,” Barry said, approaching the acting teacher. “This is my girlfriend, (Y/N). Is it alright if she sits in to watch today?”

Gene smiled at (Y/N). “Got an interest in acting, young lady?”

She shook her head. “No, sorry, but Barry talks up this class all the time. He swears he has the best acting teacher in all of Hollywood.”

Gene laughed. “Flattery gets you everywhere, sweetheart. You can sit with the others, I just ask you don’t disrupt us while we’re on class time.”

(Y/N) agreed and followed Barry to sit down. His classmates were quick to come sit next to them, all excitedly introducing themselves to (Y/N). She felt a little overwhelmed by all the attention, but she also knew what she was getting into when she came to the class. She had been asking Barry for weeks about coming to watch him during his acting class, but he kept saying he didn’t want to “scare her away” just yet. At first she had laughed at that, but now she was definitely seeing how that might’ve been something he was worried about.

Everyone was so engrossed in the new comer that no one noticed when Sally walked in, and she definitely did not like that.

“What’s going on?” she asked, trying to keep a light tone in her voice but anyone who was paying attention would notice the strain of it.

And that “anyone” was, of course, Barry, who knew Sally like no one else did.

(Y/N) smiled and stood to greet Sally. “Hi, I’m (Y/N). I’m Barry’s girlfriend.”

She held her hand out to Sally, who merely looked at it as if it was diseased. Noticing her expression, (Y/N) slowly and awkwardly lowered her hand again.

“Sally,” Sally responded. 

(Y/N) fought the urge to say “I figured”.

“Are you joining the class?” Sally asked.

“Oh, no. I can’t act for shit. I came to watch Barry.”

Sally made a fake sad face. “Oh, well Cousineau doesn’t allow people who aren’t in the class to stay.”

“She got my permission,” Gene said. “Sit down, Sally, now that you’re here we can start.”

The look on Sally’s face could only be described as annoyance. She marched up the stairs and sat as far away from everyone else as she could. (Y/N) sat down next to Barry again. He took her hand in his and gave it a reassuring squeeze. She smiled up at him and leaned into him. She could feel the daggers that Sally was glaring into the back of her head, but as long as she was with Barry she didn’t really care too much. She felt safer with him by her side.

Gene started the class by handing out a script to everyone. He said they were going to do scene work, which meant they were going to assign roles and act out a scene. There were only a small handful of roles within the scene, so not everyone was going to get a chance, but Gene said they would switch and have other people do the roles in the following class. He passed (Y/N) a script just so she could follow along and went on to assign the roles. The big two went to Barry and Sally, while the two smaller roles went to two other male students, Nick and Eric.

“The scene is of two former love birds having a domestic dispute over the custody of their son, who will be played by Eric, and then Nick, you’ll be playing the brother to Sally’s character who is coming to try and defuse the whole situation,” Gene explained.

“Shouldn’t be hard for them,” someone behind (Y/N) muttered.

She tried not to be too upset over Sally getting the lead with Barry, conveniently when the scene was about two exes. It wasn’t like Barry was never going to act with Sally ever during class, and Barry had already told her how Sally was essentially the star of Gene’s class. But she couldn’t help but feel a little uncomfortable with what she was going to be witnessing. At least the scene was ex-lovers and not current.

They set up for the scene on stage, with Barry stood off to the side as he was meant to enter when the scene started. Sally and Eric were stood on the other side of the stage, with Eric on his knees to portray a young child. (Y/N) giggled to herself at how he looked, which earned her a quick glare from Sally. When they made eye contact, (Y/N) slowly sunk down into her seat.

“Okay, and...” Gene said, taking his seat in the front row. “Action!”

Barry walked on and mimed knocking at a door. Sally opened the “door” and asked, “What are you doing here?”

“I’m here for Mike. It’s my weekend with him.”

“Your weekend?!” Sally snapped, her voice sounding a bit more vicious than the words needed to be.

“Cut!” Gene said. “Sally, reel it in a little for now, okay? Your character isn’t lashing out at Barry yet.”

Sally huffed a sigh and nodded. Gene told them to take it from Sally’s line.

“Your weekend?” Sally asked, a lot less angry than before.

“Yeah, that’s how custody agreements work, Julie. You had him for the week, not I get him for the weekend, remember?”

“I told you he was staying with me this weekend. He has a birthday -” 

“‘It’s my dad’s birthday’,” Gene corrected.

“Right, sorry.” Sally quickly got back into character to try again. “I told you he was staying with me this weekend. It’s my dad’s birthday, he wants all of us to go spend the weekend at his cabin.”

“You certainly did not tell me that, otherwise I wouldn’t be here.”

Sally opened her mouth to say her line, but hesitated. She looked down at her script quickly. Everyone in the room looked at each other, and (Y/N) heard a few murmurs.

“Sally?” Gene prompted.

“Sorry, I lost my spot,” Sally said.

“Do you want to start from the top?” Gene asked.

“No, no, it’s fine. I’ll find it. Uh.”

She was looking at the page for so long that Barry tried to reach over to point out where they were. She jerked her paper away from him and muttered something along the lines of “I got it”.

“Say your line again, Barry,” Gene said, sounding somewhat exasperated.

“You certain did not tell me that, otherwise I wouldn’t be here.”

“It’s not my fault that you don’t listen, Sam. I definitely told you that Mike is staying with me this weekend. You can take him next week if you want, but I already agreed to these plans with dad.”

“I can’t take him next week, Julie, I have work. That’s why we agreed on weekend custody for the time being. Who’s going to look after him while I’m working in the evening.”

(Y/N) was engrossed in the scene. Well, in Barry acting the scene, anyways. He was doing really well, even with Sally’s screw ups. She had seen him rehearse at home before, but he did seem to be in his element here. It made her want to see him in an actual play even more than she did before.

At one point, when Sally had fumbled a line again, Barry turned to meet (Y/N)’s eye. She smiled at him and gave him a thumbs up. He smiled back and winked at her.

Sally scowled. “Hey, don’t break the scene!”

“Too late,” Eric said from the side of the stage.

“Really, Sally, maybe we take five to go over the scene alone,” Gene suggested.

“No, I’m fine. It’s her.”

Everyone followed Sally’s outstretched finger to look at (Y/N). She felt her face burn. “I-I’m just...watching.”

“You’re sitting there judging me,” Sally insisted. “I can see it. You’re judging me and it’s fucking me up.”

“Sally, I think you may be over exaggerating a little,” Barry said. “She’s just watching.”

“No. She’s judging me, and I want her out!”

Sally crossed her arms and looked to Gene. She seemed to be the only one in the room against (Y/N). Even Gene looked frustrated with the way Sally was acting. He ran a hand over his face and heaved a heavy sigh, but then surprised everyone by saying, “I’m sorry (Y/N), you’ll have to leave.”

If there was any way to feel even more embarrassed, (Y/N) was definitely feeling it in that moment. The blush in her face from Sally’s earlier claims deepened a lot.

“Mr. Cousineau, that’s not fair,” Barry argued.

“I’m sorry, Barry, but if it will get Sally to shut up and act better, then (Y/N) will just have to go.”

Everyone was still looking at her. She slowly rose from her seat, moving mainly on autopilot as she was too in shock to think about what she was doing. Suddenly, she felt like she was back in high school. Sally was like the mean girl who everyone loathed but followed out of fear of her wrath, including the teacher, apparently. She even looked so smug as (Y/N) started to leave, reveling in her win.

But, as she reached the door, (Y/N) remembered that they weren’t in high school anymore. They were adults, and she was about to act like an adult.

She turned back to say, “Sally, you’re a bitch.”

There was a collective gasp from the students.

Before Sally could respond, (Y/N) continued, “You are a cold hearted, selfish, self centered bitch. You think because you played a few lead roles in stage plays, and had a few five second cameos in whatever CSI is currently on air, that you run the world. But the truth is, you’re just a high school mean girl that peaked before you even graduated.”

(Y/N) glanced at Barry, who was watching her with a shocked look on his face. She wasn’t sure if he was upset at her outburst or just surprised by it. Either way, she couldn’t stop herself now. She was on a roll.

“You never deserved Barry,” she said. “You treated him like you treat everyone else: like a prop to get yourself ahead. When he was no longer useful to you, you dumped him and let him be broken for months. And now you can’t stand that he’s happy again with someone who genuinely cares for him, so you have to try to ruin that. Well, I’ll tell you something, you may have kicked me out, but I’m still the one who gets to have Barry come home to me. You go home to, what, your empty house and one page script for your next miniscule role?”

The room was silent. There was many emotions on everyone’s faces. No one made any move to speak or anything, so (Y/N) took it as her cue to leave. She hurried out the door, leaving the sound of it closing behind her to echo through the room.

The cool evening air cooled down her burning face as she crossed the parking lot to Barry’s car. Once she reached it, she felt the anger subsiding and a slight feeling of guilt crept into her. She didn’t regret what she said at all, but maybe she could’ve done it a better way. Like maybe not in front of Barry’s entire acting class and his acting teacher.

She went to open the car door, but realized Barry had the keys. Obviously, it was his car, but she had been so angry she had forgotten she didn’t have the key. She sighed and leaned against the car. In that moment, the building door opened again. (Y/N) looked up to see Barry was approaching her.

“I’m so sorry, Barry,” she said. “I know I shouldn’t have snapped like that in front of everyone. I was just angry and I refused to let her embarrass me before I left - ”

Barry cut her off by cupping her face and kissing her. She was taken by surprise and pulled away to ask, “You’re not mad?”

“I am the opposite of mad,” he said. “I haven’t loved you more than I did when you were calling out Sally in there.”

(Y/N) playfully raised an eyebrow at him. “Love?”

“You heard me.”

It was the first time Barry had said the big L word. (Y/N) was definitely not going to let him forget that the first time he said it was because she had called his ex-girlfriend down to the dirt in front of his whole class.

“You know I meant every word, right?” she asked. “She never deserved you. You deserve someone who will treat you so much better than she did.”

Barry wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her to him. “I know I do, and I have that now.”

(Y/N) smiled and leaned in to kiss Barry again. She was glad he wasn’t mad at her for her outburst, and she was especially glad she was the one to get to make him happy.

“You should go back and finish your scene,” she said after she reluctantly pulled away from their kiss. “I don’t want you to get in trouble for being gone so long.”

“I told Cousineau to give another classmate my role. And I told him I wouldn’t act with Sally ever again, not even during our big class productions.”

(Y/N) gasped and pulled away from him. “Barry you can’t do that!”

“I can, and I did.”

“But...why?”

“Because you were right about her. She’s selfish and self centered. I refuse to be used by her anymore, or risk having her try to sabotage my potential acting career again.”

She was stunned. She couldn’t believe he was being serious. But also, she felt overjoyed to hear that Barry was finally putting himself first. She threw her arms around his neck and hugged him so tightly that she nearly knocked him over. Barry laughed and pried her off of him.

“Want to go to the diner?” he asked. “Then you can come back to my place for the night.”

She nodded. “Yeah, I’d love that.”

#barry berkman #barry berkman imagine #barry berkman x reader #bill hader #bill hader imagine #bill hader x reader #barry imagine #hbo #one shot #fanfiction #fanfic #fandom

[the-authoress-writes]

Wherever You Go

Prologue

Tom “Iceman” Kazansky x Aviator!reader (Callsign: Thorn)

Moodboard by @bradshawsbaby

Written for @roosterforme’s Top Gun Rocktober Playlist Fic Challenge

Synopsis: Tom Kazansky made a mistake.

Or rather, a series of mistakes.

He chose to take the assignment as an instructor at TOPGUN.

He fell in love with one of his students.

He broke her heart.

He chose to leave TOPGUN, and redeploy.

Now, he was stuck onboard the USS Nimitz with the woman whose heart he broke, with no way out.

Unbelievably, that’s not the problem.

Problem is, he still loves her.

Series Warnings: Teacher/Student relationship (but you already knew that) with no real age gap, warnings will be updated as the series progresses.

Warnings: Here be some cursing, because they are men in the Navy—they will curse.

Other than that, nothing really.

Author’s Note: “It’s only going to be a oneshot.”

Every author knows that those are the famous last words, and that is no truer than with this story.

I really, really thought I could make this into a oneshot but then I gave up on that.

Because I am so in love with this storyline, that it deserves space to breathe.

So this one shot is now going to be at most (hopefully), a six-part series.

*sigh*

Darn it, Val, what have you done to me?

Thank you so, so very much to @roosterforme for hosting the Top Gun Rocktober Fic Challenge, and for allowing me to use one of my favorite 80s rock ballads, “The Flame” by Cheap Trick.

Lyrics from the song will be peppered in throughout this series, because it’s too good not to, and the song is the reason this story exists, as it is what birthed the plotline.

Another thank you goes to the incredible @bradshawsbaby for making the stunning moodboard for this fic, which was beyond my wildest dreams!

Special thanks also to @valmare, the fact that I am writing Tom Kazansky x reader! fic is all your fault; but thank you so much for dragging me down with you, it’s been an absolute joy!

Not much plot happens in this prologue, but I think it’s important to set up the narrative.

Ice cold, no mistakes.

That’s what everyone said about him, and he knew it.

He’d be lying to himself if he said that some part of him didn’t enjoy it, that reputation for perfection.

But now, as Tom watched her doing preflight for her CAP in the shadows of his little nook in the superstructure of the Nimitz, he knew that he was staring at the biggest mistake of his life.

He watched her hands lovingly run across the airframe of her F-14, and he inhaled sharply in remembrance.

He’d only been able to feel her touch him like that once, but it was more than enough to burn it into his memory forever.

As he watched, the large form of her RIO, LTJG Emmett “Romeo” Kinford, came up behind her, slapping her on the shoulder, which elicited a bright smile from her.

It tugged at his heart, to see her smile, even though it wasn’t the same smile she used to smile at him.

What he wouldn’t give to have her smile at him again.

She was the first woman he’d ever really loved, and he knew she’d be the last.

But he’d broken her heart two months ago.

It tore him apart to have to do that, but he had no choice—not if he wanted her to keep her wings, much less her title as Top Gun of TOPGUN Class 1, 1987.

And he knew she belonged in the sky, so he made the bitter choice, and he suffered for it—they both did.

He was still suffering.

It was why he’d chosen to redeploy, even though he loved teaching at TOPGUN, could easily have seen himself doing it for at least another few years, because he couldn’t stand to stay at Miramar, where he had so many memories of her, about her, with her.

He hadn’t missed the half-pitying, half-understanding look Viper had given him as he turned in his transfer papers—the now-Captain had always been intuitive.

“You’re a damn good instructor, Kazansky, we’ll be sad to see you go.”

“I’m sad to go, sir, but I… feel that I need to do this.”

A nod.

“Alright, son.

I’ll turn these in.

You and Kerner should get your new orders in two weeks.”

Within a week, he and Slider were deployed on the Nimitz.

One week after that, VF-1 chopped in, Mav and Merlin included.

“What the hell are you doing here, Mav?” Tom grinned, smiling for what felt like the first time in weeks as he hugged his wingman while Slider did the same for their former Academy classmate.

“I quit teaching.”

“What?!” Tom and Slider exclaimed, while Merlin sighed longsufferingly, shaking his head.

“You loved teaching!” Tom continued.

The dark-haired aviator shrugged. “It was boring without you there—no one else gave me a run for my money.”

“Sounds an awful lot like you’re admitting that I’m the better pilot, Mav.”

“In your dreams,” Mav scoffed. “But again, I will admit it was boring without you there.”

Tom smirked. “Love you too, Mav.”

“Fuck you, Kazansky,” his wingman retorted with a grin.

“No thanks, not in the mood,” Tom deadpanned.

Mav guffawed, making Tom’s deadpan melt into another grin, before the other pilot threw one arm around his shoulder, the other around Merlin’s upper back (as that was as high as it would go without effort, given the RIO’s borderline absurd height of 6’ 5”). “The Layton Boys are back!”

Slider interjected, “Technically, we’re missing Wood and Wolf.”

Mav rolled his eyes, “Okay, most of the Layton Boys are back—better, Ronald?”

Tom sighed, preparing for the bitchfest he knew was coming—he’d learned at Annapolis how much Slider hated his full first name.

(That wasn’t even mentioning the absolute hissyfit that would occur if the middle name was whipped out: Evelyn.)

(It was his great-grandfather’s name.)

“Yeah, Peter,” Slider retorted.

Okay—nothing was going to stop this now, to paraphrase the song—Mav was just as bad; Goose was the only one who could call him “Peter” and get away with it.

An all-too familiar pissy look came over Mav’s face. “Dickhead.”

“Yardstick.”

“Asswipe.”

“Petey Pocket.”

That was new—he and Merlin held their breath to see what would happen next.

Mav stared.

Slider stared right back.

A black-haired blur rushed forward, and Slider took off running, the flight deck now thankfully free of planes, the next CAP not starting preflight for another hour.

“Should we stop them?” Tom asked Merlin, as they watched the other pilot and RIO run across the Nimitz, a faint “Come back here, asshole!” carrying on the sea wind.

“If it’s all the same to you, I say let them go; you don’t know how wound up Mav’s been.”

He chuckled. “Fair enough—Sli could use the exercise.”

Eventually, Slider finally slipped up, and half-tripped on a padeye, allowing the smaller man to tackle him, the chase devolving into a wrestling match, which further devolved into what could only be described as a third grade slap-fight, before it finally ended with both men on their backs, heaving breaths into their lungs.

Tom and Merlin looked at each other, and in unspoken agreement, headed over to their RIO and pilot.

“Missed you too, Shortstack,” he heard Slider mutter, once he and Merlin came close enough.

“Didn’t say anything.”

“I know.”

“You done, you little gremlin?” Merlin asked, a wry expression on his face.

Mav glanced warningly at Slider, who silently raised his hands in surrender. “Yeah, we’re done.”

“Alrighty,” Merlin sighed, offering his pilot a hand up, Tom doing the same for his RIO.

Once both of them were hauled off of the flight deck, the aviators/infants stared at each other once more, and Tom was just about to pinch the bridge of his nose in exasperation, when Slider extended his hand. “Truce?”

Mav considered the extended hand for a beat, before slapping his hand into the other man’s. “Truce.”

Slider grinned, and used their clasped hands to pull the diminutive pilot into a hug. “It’s good to see you, Mav.”

A sigh. “You too, Sli.”

They finally made their way below deck, Mav and Merlin dashing off to report to the Air Boss, before they met again in the Officer’s Mess, the quartet eating dinner leisurely, as none of them had a CAP until tomorrow.

To their surprise, Tom and Slider found out that Mav and Merlin would be sharing their berthing, and Tom couldn’t help but wonder at the Hand of God making such happy coincidences occur (or perhaps the hand of a certain TOPGUN instructor).

The four of them easily settled into the layout they had set up on the Enterprise; who would take which bunk or locker, which segued into the boisterous exchange of stories between them.

In the midst of the familiar camaraderie, Tom could almost forget the ever-present gaping hole in his heart, ignore the pain which always threatened to swallow him whole when he was alone.

But bedtime soon came upon them, which drew the exchange of stories to a close, and had them all lying in their respective bunks, and soon, Merlin’s deep breaths could be heard, indicating the man was asleep.

Mav was, as usual, dead silent, which always made him unsure if his wingman was actually asleep.

And he’d tried to see if there were any auditory tells in the other pilot’s sleep, but there were none.

Maybe eventually, he would figure something out to give away a sleeping Mav, but hopefully, he was asleep.

Slider, however, was pitifully attempting to convey sleep, his deep breaths a little too measured, Tom knowing all too well how the man breathed when he was actually asleep.

Ron, loyal brother that he was, wanted to make sure Tom was asleep before allowing himself to drift off.

So he allowed his breathing to slow, gradually adding the slight rasp in his breath that he knew Slider was listening for.

The last week of being back in a berthing with Slider had been a testament to his acting skills, not having had to hide how he was sleeping (or not, rather) from the other man since the Academy.

Eventually, his RIO succumbed to the siren call of sleep, and Tom settled in for another cold night, in more ways than one.

He blinked up at the ceiling, seconds passing like sand through an hourglass, and though he could feel fatigue pressing in on him, he couldn’t fall asleep, despite all the techniques the Navy had taught him, his restlessness punctuated by the sound of the launch and recovery of two night CAPs.

But eventually, between one blink and the next, Tom woke up to the alarm clock going off.

Realistically, he knew he slept, but it really didn’t feel like it, he felt just as tired and weary as he always did.

He dragged himself out of his bunk, swiftly silencing the clock, as the Slider-shaped mass of blankets began to stir.

“Ugh—I hate mornings,” his RIO moaned.

“Shouldn’t have joined the Navy then, Sli,” Merlin cheerily fired back, feet thudding onto the berthing’s floor from the top bunk.

“Yeah, what the hell were you thinking, Kerner?” Mav grinned, already in the act of making his bunk.

“Why, oh why, God, did I have to be cursed with morning people,” Slider declared, finally throwing off his blanket.

“You love us, Ron,” Tom smirked, unable to help himself, the affectionate snark coming easy to him amidst his brothers, despite his exhaustion.

“Ehh—ask me again after I’ve had a coffee.

Or a dozen.”

The berthing rang with laughter, and as the day progressed, it confirmed to Tom that he’d made the right choice to redeploy, the brotherhood they had, the self-proclaimed “Layton Boys”, being exactly what he needed to nurse his broken heart.

Their CAP was uneventful, being flown with Mav and Merlin, the guard frequency filled with their light-hearted teasing and conversation, and they had to be the cheeriest four men on deployment in the Navy’s history.

But inevitably, another night slowly closed in, leaving Tom alone with his thoughts, his loneliness and pain threatening to overwhelm him as usual, and all the façades in the world couldn’t do a damn thing against thoughts and feelings from your own mind and soul.

The call was, as they said, coming from inside the house.

He felt like he was going crazy; he was losing sleep, he knew he was in too far, in way too deep over her, and he wasn’t sure when he would ever stop feeling like the world had fallen out from under him.

As he fought the urge to toss and sigh for the umpteenth time, he heard a soft “Can’t sleep?” from across the berthing.

Tom fought the urge to sit bolt upright, which was a good thing, as it kept him from banging his head on the top of his bunk.

When he caught his breath and calmed his heart some, he whispered, “Mav?”

“That’s me.”

“What are you doing up?” Tom hissed.

“Pot, kettle.”

“I—sometimes people can’t sleep, Mav.”

“Bullshit.

You couldn’t sleep last night either.”

“How do you know that?”

Mav kept silent.

“I knew you had to be awake,” Tom scoffed.

“Yeah, well.”

Here, Merlin stirred, turning in the bunk above Mav, which caused Slider to also stir and the two pilots held their breath, waiting for their respective RIOs to still.

When they did, Mav crept out of his bunk, grabbing something out from under his mattress, before leaning over Tom. “Come on—if we’re going to be awake, might as well be awake together.”

Tom sighed, nodding.

Maybe if he got up, he’d have some hope of feeling sleepy, and he’d be able to get some sleep.

Mav led him to the unoccupied half of the berthing, on the other side of the lockers, and plopped himself down on the floor between the empty bunks.

Tom took that as invitation to sit next to his wingman, and he leaned his head against the mattress behind him.

A soft noise which he belatedly recognized as the sound of a zip bag opening had him looking down.

Despite the darkness, his eyes had long since adjusted enough to see Mav holding out what appeared to be a cookie of some sort—chocolate chip, if his nose didn’t deceive him.

“Carole made these fresh before I shipped out.

Have some.”

“Thanks, Mav.”

“No problem,” the other pilot murmured, mouth already full.

Tom bit into the cookie, just the right amount of chewy and sweet, with the perfect amount of chocolate chips.

He must’ve made some sort of sound, because Mav chuckled. “Good, huh?”

“Don’t interrupt me, I’m enjoying my cookie.”

“I keep telling Care she can sell these suckers—heaven in a cookie, am I right?”

“Mmm.”

For the next few minutes, neither said anything, and no noise was heard save the sound of plastic rustling, cookies being eaten, and the distant sounds indicating deep sleep from their RIOs.

But then.

“You’re thinking about her, aren’t you?

That’s why you can’t sleep.”

Missile lock—tone.

Sigh.

“How’d you know?”

“Doesn’t take a genius, Ice, even if I am one.”

Tom scoffed, lightly bumping Mav’s shoulder, even though he knew his wingman wasn’t being hyperbolic—the younger pilot had a Master’s in Aerospace Engineering.

Mav good-naturedly took the bump, bumping right back.

When they had settled again, Tom whispered, “Can you blame me?”

“No, I don’t.

But you had no choice, Ice, Jester made that clear.

You were between the proverbial rock and hard place.”

“I loved her, Mav—I still love her.

And she loved me too.

And I broke her heart.

I can’t just… forget that,” he frustratedly said, running a hand through his hair.

“I’m not asking you to,” came the even reply. “All I’m asking is that you admit it.

It’s not good for you to keep this all in, you know?

Isn’t that what you told me before?”

“Yeah, it is,” Tom sighed—he felt like he’d been doing a lot of that lately.

“Have you told Sli?”

“Kind of,” he muttered.

Mav hissed, “What does ‘Kind of’ mean?”

“He… he knows that I was in a relationship that ended badly while I was at Miramar, but he doesn’t know that—” despite the fact that the two of them were the only ones awake in the berthing, he whispered, “that she was my student.”

Tom didn’t know it was possible to hear a shocked expression. “Way to bury the lede, Ice.”

“Tell me something I don’t know.

I just—I didn’t want to talk about it.”

“So you stonewalled your RIO?”Disbelief dripped from the sentence.

“I…” Tom vaguely gestured, “gently led him around the full truth.”

“You fucking Obi-Wan Kenobi-ed him.”

He sent the other man a glare even if he wasn’t sure Mav could see it. “You’re the worst therapist ever, you know that?”

“I’m a naval aviator and an engineer, Ice, forgive the slight fumbling.”

“‘Slight’?” Tom scoffed humorously, and in the darkness, he could see an ebony-haired head shake.

There was a joke that a more uncharitable person could have made about engineering in regards to him, but he and Mav were long past that, and he was grateful, something he never would have said before.

“You should tell him, you should have someone other than me who understands, who knows what you went through, Ice.”

Tom could see the point.

And it would feel better, he had to admit, even if it would trigger Slider’s mother hen instincts to the max, even more than they were right now.

“I’ll think about it.

And don’t think I forgot that you were just as sleepless as I was.”

“This about you, not me.”

“Uh-huh, sure—for now, you little shit.

Now hand over another cookie, will you, Mav?”

“The things I do for you.”

The plastic rustled again, and a cookie was placed in his hand.

And as he ate Carole’s heavenly consolation in a cookie, Tom reflected on just how he’d ended up in this position.

To be continued…

Next Part

CAP: Combat Air Patrol

Women were not allowed to participate in combat units and fly combat missions until 1993, so a healthy suspension of disbelief is required to read this story, 😂…

The USS Nimitz (CVN-68) is the lead ship of her namesake class; commissioned in May 1975, she is the oldest US Navy aircraft carrier in service, and the oldest serving aircraft carrier in the world.

If you look at the nametags they’re all wearing in TG86, the second row says “TOPGUN 1”, so I’m assuming that there’s more than one TOPGUN session a year, at least in the TG/TG:M universe.

VF-1, a now inactive squadron based out of NAS Miramar, is the squadron that Mav and Goose belonged to before they went to TOPGUN, although it must be noted that, like most of the squadron patch designs in Top Gun, the patch design as seen on Mav and Goose’s flight suits, is incorrect and not matching the squadron designation.

I am assuming, though I have no confirmation, that Merlin was also part of Tom and Slider’s USNA class.

The “Petey Pocket” insult is a reference to the toy Polly Pocket, which is a toy from the late 80s, notable for its tiny size, which is being sold again by Mattel.

However, the toys did not come out until 1989, and they did not come out until much later than that in the States, and despite my best efforts to find a more period-accurate insult/comparison, the insult was too good not to put, so again, healthy suspension of disbelief.

“Nothing’s Gonna Stop Us Now” by Starship, from the 1987 film Mannequin, is the song Tom references.

A padeye is used to secure aircraft to the flight deck.

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Unlikely Affection Chapter 26: Yule Tide Surprise

Authors Note: Happy Sunday my loves! My apologies that this took so long, I had my birthday to celebrate and some family medical things that I needed to tend to but I pretty proud of this chapter and I hope you all love it as much as I do!

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Potions the next day was rather uneventful, Marigold and I worked on our chopping and peeling quietly discussing holiday plans while Severus glided around the room and hovered over everyone but me. I assumed he was avoiding me because of his outburst last night, and if I'm being honest I really shouldn’t have come to the dungeons uninvited. Umbridge was making the castle feel more like a prison, which meant the students and the teachers were all feeling on edge. 

When the bell rang for class to be finished I threw my things in my bag, lagging a little to see if maybe Severus would speak to me when all of my classmates had left the classroom. To my joy, he spoke up just as I slung my bag over my shoulder. 

“I want to apologize for my outburst last night…I should not have lashed out at you as I did.”  

I gave him a weak smile “It was my fault, I didn’t think about the fact that Umbridge is monitoring everything now.” 

He walked over to me and pulled me to his chest, holding me close, “No, I was being an old grump and you did not deserve my wrath.” I could feel the heat from his body and it wrapped around me like a warm blanket, easing any useless stress I was inflicting on myself. I giggled softly at his comment, “You sir are always an old grump…But you’re my old grump.” 

He sighed and kissed my hair. “Now that we have completed this make- up business, Christmas is quickly approaching. Does my Little Star have any riveting plans?” 

“My grandfather has informed me that I will be spending Christmas with the Finley’s, which is fine because I'm used to spending most holidays with them anyway, if I’m not with Millie.” It came out sounding a touch more melancholy than I meant but it was true. My grandfather was not home much and when he was home, he was locked in his office working on ‘ministry business’ of one form or another.

If I was home for Christmas, it usually meant Millie and I would open presents together and then eat so much food we would fall into a deep slumber in the living room. I was typically not allowed to spend holidays at Hogwarts, my grandfather thought it was good for my brain to escape the castle every so often, last year was a fluke because of the Yule Ball but if I was being honest it was the best Christmas yet…because of Severus and the beginning of our relationship, even though we both drug our feet on titles. 

“I could give you holiday detention…So you are forced to stay with me.” I lifted my head from his chest and looked at him, raising an eyebrow. 

“You’re not going home?” 

He shook his head, “I have a few Slytherins that are spending the holiday here. I am required to stay and keep an eye on them.” He noticed my sad expression and huffed out a laugh. “Don’t look at me like that, I rarely go home during the school year.” 

My eyes went wide. “You never go home? You just sit here…babysitting?” I pulled back from him and glowered up at his unchanged face. My heart broke at the thought of Severus spending so many holidays alone. 

“I prefer to be here, sweet one. I have no family and these walls are more home to me than any.” He lifted a hand and stroked my cheek. 

“I would spend Christmas here with you if I could…So you wouldn’t be alone.” I sighed, feeling guilty that I even for a second did not feel grateful that I always had a family to spend the Christmas with, even if it was just Millie and I, I always had someone. Severus on the other hand had been alone for so long. I had no idea he had no family, no parents or siblings…nothing and it broke my heart. 

He gave me a soft smile before bending down and placing a kiss on my lips. “I know you would my darling. Maybe soon we can spend the holidays together.” 

The Christmas holiday was soon upon us and before I knew it, I had been cozying up on the sofa in front of a warm fire at the Finley cottage in Northumberland for three days. Their cottage wasn’t large or small but the perfect size for a family of three. It was built with large stones and was worn by the weather and time after several hundred years which had a tendency to make the house look a bit uninviting to the naked eye. However, the back garden which was hidden from the front of the house by a large brick wall was lively and hosted a multitude of beautiful flowers that turned into a kaleidoscope of colors in the warmer months. Edwin and I spent so many hours in the garden, playing games of hide and seek and having summer picnics and it was nice to be in a welcoming home for the Christmas holiday. 

Edwin’s mother, Isadora was a slender woman, her mid length blonde hair was usually tied back out of her face in a loose bun especially when she was cooking which was her favorite pastime when she and Edwin’s father Alaric were on missions for the ministry. 

Alaric was the opposite of Isadora, where she had a kind and loving face. He was a bit more reserved and cold, his dark brown hair and ice blue eyes did nothing to help the fact he looked menacing. His looks however did not match his demeanor in any way, he was warm and gentle inside the walls of this cottage. Doting on Isadora as if she was the fairest princess and he was her attentive servant. 

Isadora, or Aunt Issa as I always called her hummed a cheery tune as he placed a tray of freshly made cookies in front of Edwin and I. “I am so excited to have you back home my sweet Rora girl. It has been an age since Iferous took us up on our offer to have you for Christmas.” 

“Its so nice to be back Aunt Issa. Spending Christmas last year at the castle was fun but it is nice to be away for just a bit.” I smiled up at her and she leaned down and pressed a kiss to my head. 

“Oh yea…Lots of fun.” Edwin wiggled his eyebrows suggestively from his seat in the plush chair in front of the fireplace. I shot him a disapproving glare, which Aunt Issa thankfully ignored and he winked at me. 

“I just can’t get over how much like your Mum you look. Oh, I miss her so much. Your father too of course. Savia however, was the sister I never had.” She reminisced fondly for a few more minutes about my mother before Alaric or “Uncle Al” sauntered into the room and tutted at her. 

“Issa sweetheart, we can reminisce about Savia and Elliot later. Right now, we need to hurry to Diagon Alley before the crowds become unbearable.” 

Uncle Al had informed Edwin and I that we were making an impromptu trip to Diagon Alley for some last minute Christmas shopping. Edwin of course had used that information once his father had gone to bed for the night and we were alone in my room to convince me to buy something for Severus, refusing to listen to me when I told him Severus specifically said that I was not to buy anything for him. To which Edwin just shrugged and said “Well you said he had no family…I doubt he will be getting any thoughtful gifts. Poor dungeon bat will end up with black socks and potion vials from the other teachers.” 

After taking the night to think about the lack of gifts Severus would receive, I made the decision to purchase something for him today during our trip to Diagon Alley. It would have to be something Noctus would be able to carry to the castle and if I’m being honest I had no clue what to get him, but hopefully rummaging around stores will provide me with a decent idea. 

“I just need to go up to my room and grab my cloak Uncle Al, I’ll be down in a second.” I said hurrying up old wooden steps to the room that I had claimed as mine when I was five years old and spent my first summer with Edwin. 

I walked into the room, past my bed and to the stool that I had haphazardly thrown my cloak on three days ago when I had arrived at the house. I threw it on quickly and turned back towards the door, stopping abruptly in my tracks when I noticed a large dark owl sitting on the window ledge. 

I ran over to the window and threw it open, apologizing to the unknown owl for leaving him out in the cold. He screeched at me in approval and flew into the room, dropping a small box onto my bed and flying out of the window again. 

I walked over to the box and picked it up. It was no bigger than the size of my palm, wrapped in dark green paper and had a beautiful black bow tied on the top. My curiosity got the best of me as I slid the bow from the package and peeled the wrapping paper open, revealing the black velvet box that was hiding beneath the beautiful wrappings. 

When I opened the box, the first thing that greeted me was a piece of parchment, folded neatly inside. I removed the parchment from the box, intent on reading the note before looking at the gift, but my plans halted when the parchment was removed and sitting in the box was the most beautiful golden necklace. My heart skipped when I noticed the delicate star pendant that was decorating the thin gold chain. It took my breath away, the small stones encrusted on the pendant making it sparkle like a real star. 

I gently sat the box on the bed and opened the parchment, my smile never fading as I read the stilted script that belonged to the man who I was so in love with: 

Little Star, 

The holiday season, with its merry songs and festive cheer, seems to pale in comparison to the warmth you bring to my life. In your eyes, I find solace, and in your embrace, I discover a sanctuary from the hell that is the world outside. 

In this season of love, I am reminded of the greatest gift I could ever hope to receive: your love. It is a gift more precious than gold, more enduring than time. 

So, my beautiful Little Star, as we celebrate this holiday of light and festivity, know that I cherish you more than life itself. I know I am a bit rough around the edges and as hard to love as I may be, you embrace every dark moment and wrap me in your beautiful light. 

Enclosed in the box with this letter, you will find a necklace. Wear it close to your heart, as a tangible reminder of the love that binds us together, even in the darkest of times. For as long as you carry it with you, know that a piece of my heart will always be yours. 

Yours forever, 

Sir

I smiled and brought the letter up to my chest, holding it firm against my heart, sighing in contentment. 

“Rora, come on we have to go.” Edwin burst into my room and looked at me, cocking an eyebrow when he saw the parchment to my chest and the small box on my bed. 

“What’s that?” He asked, walking over to me. 

I picked up the velvet box and carefully removed the gold necklace, “It’s my Christmas present from Severus.” I smiled and held it up so he could get a better look. 

Edwin examined the star on the chain and smiled, “The bat has good taste. Turn around and I’ll put it on for you.” 

I did as he said, giving him the necklace so he could fasten it around my neck. When he was finished, he pulled back and I turned around, a proud smile plastered on my face. 

“It looks good on you.” Edwin winked, “Now come on before my parents leave us!.” I laughed as he pulled me by my hand out of my bedroom door and down the stairs, my brain spinning with possible gifts to send to Severus in return. 

We traveled to Diagon Alley via Floo powder, which was always a stomach churning experience. It had its perks though, as I stepped into the dark air of the Leaky Cauldron, I dusted myself from head to toe trying and failing to remove the soot and ash from my robe, dress and tights. Just as I had about given up on cleaning the grime, Edwin plummeted through the fireplace, skirting into the room on his bottom instead of his feet. I almost toppled over from laughter and he growled at me. 

“Damn fireplace, my foot caught a protruding brick and knocked me off kilter.” He grumbled, and he took the hand I had outstretched to him to help him up. 

“Only you can screw up Floo travel.” I snorted and if looks could kill, I knew for a fact that I would be dead. 

Edwin’s parents had Flooed directly to Rosa Lee Teabag for the traditional supply of Christmas tea, while Edwin and I had decided to start at the Leaky Cauldron, so we could plan our shopping day and avoid the hustle and bustle of Diagon Alley while we laid out our plans. 

Our first stop was to Madam Malkin’s, where Edwin decided to buy a new sweater for Christmas dinner. Edwin was very picky when it came to clothing, especially if he was spending his galleons. I knew I was in for a long visit to the clothing shop, so I decided to meander around the section where Madam Malkin kept the more fancy dresses. 

Rifling through the racks, I huffed at my inability to find anything that I thought would suit me and turned to walk back towards Edwin, who had begun quite the collection of sweaters outside of the fitting rooms when a rack in the back corner of the store caught my eye. 

I walked over and began riffling through the hangers of lingerie until I found the one that I thought would suit my purposes the best. It was a Slytherin green velvet bra and panty set with lacy black trim. It left absolutely nothing to the imagination and I knew it would be perfect for my present to a certain grumpy potions professor. 

After purchasing the set and waiting around for a total of thirty more minutes for Edwin to pick out a sweater, we finally left Madam Malkin’s and I pulled Edwin towards the next stop I needed to make on our trip, The Junk Shop. 

The Junk Shop was usually not the shop I spent a lot of time in, however, I knew that they would have the camera I would need to take the photographs I was planning to send to Severus. The idea was definitely a bit scandalous but he did tell me I was not to buy him anything under any circumstance and if we are being technical about it…I bought him nothing. 

Once the muggle looking camera was purchased and we had stopped by the apothecary to purchase some developing solution, I had finished with my shopping and Edwin and I started our walk through the crowds to Florean Fortescue’s Ice Cream Parlor, where we would sit and wait for Edwin’s parents to finish their shopping, of course indulging in some ice cream while we waited. 

The Finley’s House Later That Evening

After the long day we had in Diagon Alley, it was no surprise that we all decided to head to bed early. I was definitely tired but I had a Christmas gift to execute and I was more than excited about it. 

I gave myself a once over in the full length mirror, adjusting my long brown hair, which I had curled to perfection. My lips were painted red and my makeup was a perfect mix of innocent and sultry. The ensemble I had purchased earlier today fit like a glove on my creamy skin and I had to admit, I looked like a sex goddess and to top it all off, I wore the beautiful necklace Severus had gifted me.

I made sure the door was locked before I set up the camera on the dresser that sat against the wall in front of my bed. I perched myself on the bed, my suggestive positions allowing the camera to catch every bit of my body, covered by the green velvet and I felt beautiful. 

After I had taken several photos, I developed them all in the Developing Solution. Each picture was charmed to move, showing the changes I had made from a provocative position to another equally provocative position, and once they had all developed I picked through and found my very favorites. The first one, my body was facing the headboard of the bed, showing the camera the exposed curves of my bum and I glanced over my shoulder winking sexily.

 The second was equally charming, I was facing the camera, sitting on my knees on the bed, my legs were opened just slightly and covering my arms was one of Severus’s white cotton undershirts that I may have snuck into my bag the last time we spent an evening together. The sexy version of me in that photo was twirling her curled hair around her delicately painted black fingernails.

The final photo was a doozy, I had removed everything I was wearing except for the necklace and put the undershirt back on, positioning it so it covered my chest, I continued to sit on my knees but as the picture moved, my legs opened a little wider to reveal the quickest glimpse of my core, my hand coming to my mouth to blow a kiss towards the camera. 

Dearest Sir, 

I smiled at the three photos and covered them with a charm so they would be visible to Severus’s eyes only and sealed them in an envelope with a folded bit of parchment that read:

Enclosed is your Christmas gift, I would just like you to know that I did indeed do as you asked and purchased nothing for you. 

Do let me know when your gift is received. 

Merry Christmas, 

Your Little Star 

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born to die | minho

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➩genre(s): ANGST, fluff, smut, non-idol!au, switch!minho

➩warnings: death, smoking, pet names, sexual themes (18+) sex (unprotected- pls use protection!), explicit language, people watching (not sexual!) [anything else i have missed]

➩summary: a story based on the song ‘born to die’ by lana del ray. minho was the chosen victim i’m afraid.

➩wc: 5k (5,046)

➩author’s note: i am so sorry.

don’t make me sad, don’t make me cry.

Cold, wet, miserable. The transition from autumn to winter makes itself known harsher than it has ever done before. As the wind cries, an acrimonious chill soars through the air looking to communicate with the souls that are derived of their light.

Minho walks down the desolate street playing with his lighter. A custom made lighter; a muted grey with the engraving of a peacock feather on it. A gift he got on his birthday from an old friend. It packs quite a punch he must say.

He takes one last long drag from his cigarette, taking back the nicotine to fill his lungs before freeing the smoke to dance through the smog. It feels familiar, the taste of nicotine on his tongue. It has been a while since he has smoked. He didn’t miss it per-say, but fuck did it have its way of ebbing the pain.

A brown weathered bench comes into his line of view. He sits at this bench so much that he has assessed the best and worst parts of it to sit on. He collapses down, slightly off-centre and releases a long sigh.

Dawn is his favourite time of the day. The route he can walk with his eyes closed allows him to pass by the type of people he finds pleasure in watching. Minho was adroit at reading people. He much preferred to observe rather than enter a conversation in which he would need to cue his laughs and pretend to be sympathetic towards people who, he concluded, deserved nothing but to get castrated.

05:29am, right on time. Paul flits around the corner and continues down the path. Minho monitors the morning runner closely, counting his steps. Usually Paul does four hundred down this path before he is out of sight. His strides are longer today, seems he wants to get his run over and done with.

Minho likes Paul, though he’s never interacted with him. He needs not to, him watching from afar every dawn for the past ten months has made Paul the closest person he can refer to as a friend in his life currently.

Sad? Far worse. Depressing.

Things in his life changed drastically when you left him. You…your name leaves a vexatious taste in his mouth. It ire’s him just how easily you ruined him. He didn’t think he could possibly hate anyone on this planet as much as he does you. All because you broke the promises you made him.

He hates you. He doesn’t think he will ever stop hating you. He can’t, he won’t.

The friends he did have, he casted them aside. Dropped them like a tree ridding itself of its leaves. Every now and then one of his old friends, Chris, checks up on him. Whether it be sending him a letter -Minho had blocked his number- or a care package. He can’t deny the fact that it really pisses him off.

There goes Vanessa, or as people formally call her, Miss Phillips. He discovered that she is a teacher who specialises in helping children with special needs. Minho is quite fond of Vanessa. He usually likes to guess what style her hair will be next. She untucks her hair from her coat, braids. He hisses and shakes his head slightly as he guessed wrong again.

Minho reaches for the cold flip lighter and runs his thumb over the engraving. Never one to believe in superstitions, he thinks about the argument on whether a peacock feather brings good or bad luck.

It attracted the most beautiful thing he had ever seen in this world. For that, he was beyond grateful for this small object. Until the thing that was so beautiful became cold, unknown, and cause him the worst ache of all. Ache from the heart that shattered into many, many minuscule pieces. One that he knows can never be meticulously mended.

He shouldn’t be thinking about that, about you. His therapist strongly advises against such and directs him to remember his two little people he keeps an eye on. ‘Paul and Vanessa, just think about Paul and Vanessa. You have formed some sort of relationship with them in which you have developed a fidelity. They aren’t any the wiser, but they are a reason for you holding on and gravitating your mind to moving forward.’ His therapist had said.

Minho’s hands start to shake and not due to the cold air. He curses to himself as he opens his cigarette box to find it empty. He was perturbed by his thoughts and needed to rid his growing anxiety before he has an attack.

The universe astutely discerns the situation, for a small friendly body rubs against his calf. Purring fills his senses and he looks down to see the stray cat staring up at him.

The cat seems to mimic his every move. He lifts an arm, the cat lifts its paw to touch his leg. He tilts his head, the cat does the same. If Minho clenches his fist tightly in his lap, then the cat rubs on his calf to soothe him.

It doesn’t take long for a decision to be made, for he and the cat coalesce. He gently picks it up and continues his journey home. The cat immediately becoming the third most important thing in his life.

──・──・・✿ ・・──・──

come and take a walk on the wild side. let me kiss you hard in the pouring rain.

“Honey?”

“In here!”

Minho follows the sound of your voice, finding you snuggled up in a blanket snacking on some popcorn and listening to some music. You turn to acknowledge him and he physically feels his heart swell. The way you look at him with such light and love is enough for it to be his main source of oxygen. God he is painfully in love with you.

“Hello my darling, how was work?” You ask with a tilt of your head. His heart skipped a beat.

“It was irritating,” he moves to lay on you, resting his head on your stomach as your hands find their way to his head, “Chris is annoying me again.” He says with a roll of his eyes. You chuckle lightly at that.

“Did he put his lunch in your designated spot in the fridge again? Or was it that he offered you an iced latte instead of an Americano? Oh! Maybe he asked whether you were free this weekend and asked you to hang out? Or-”

You are cut off with a rambunctious groan that makes you erupt in a fit of laughter. Minho goes to roll off you irked by your teasing, but you trap him with your legs and apologise by smothering his face in kisses.

Hearing just some of the things that he relayed to you about his days at work made him sound ridiculous for even being annoyed at such things.

You have an extraordinary way of doing that. Reminding him that he’s being too pessimistic about life without explicitly saying so. He realistically doesn’t need to be pessimistic anymore. Not when he has you in his life, you are warm sun to shine through his cold grey skies.

It’s astounding just how long he was able to survive before you. You have moulded him unknowingly into a man capable of loving someone to an extent which is unearthly. He is your paean to how beautiful love can be and you are his saviour.

“What’s going on in that pretty head?” You ask, rubbing your hands up and down his back. It should not surprise him how well you know him.

“Do you know how much you mean to me? I can’t breathe without you Y/n. That’s frightening. I never thought I could genuinely be so happy. I never knew what love was until you y’know?” Minho says.

He can feel your breath quicken and your heartbeat increase, but you’re silent. So he continues.

“I truly think, no, I know you make me a better man. I don’t know why I am being sentimental right now, I think you have me in a lifelong trance.” He lifts his head up, resting his chin on your chest. He watches a tear fall from your eye. He wishes in that exact moment, that he could read people’s minds. Read your mind.

“Why must you do that to me unprovoked?” You sob. It’s his turn to comfort you as he manoeuvres his way out of the position you both currently hold. He lifts you gently and places you on top of him to which you bury your face in his neck.

The pitter-patter of rain starts to make itself known as the weather mimics your mood. Minho enjoys the rain though, it soothes him. Much like you soothe him. It’s strange, he can see the similarities between you and droplets of rain. Both refresh and cool him down when he’s too hot. Both make sounds that immediately puts him into a tranquil state. Both necessary to the world to make the flowers bloom and the grass look greener.

You are his rain.

He runs his fingers along your spine as you mutter incomprehensible words. If he had to guess you are telling him that he’s a villain for making you feel such a way randomly in the day. You referred to him as such before.

Minho is a prick, albeit a lovable one; a prick nonetheless. He loves the way you react to his spontaneous outbursts of reasons why he loves you. Maybe it’s the way you look so adorable when you cry. Maybe it’s the way you will always cling to him after he does so. Whatever the reason, it only makes his heart grow fonder.

The room is filled with your sniffles here and there, low music, and the sound of heavy rain hitting the window.

Minho lays with you, his eyes closed, swaying you gently.

“Do you want to go and play in the rain?” He says breaking the rhythm of sounds.

“Do I want to go and play in the rain?” You echo, laughing, “No, I don’t want to get my hair wet.”

“You can wear my hoodie and my raincoat?” He suggests. You look up at him, sitting up fully. He just smiles at you, awaiting your response.

“You really are serious…wow.”

“It’ll be fun, come on!” He exclaims picking you up with him as he gets up from the sofa. He goes to grab a hoodie of his, one of your favourite ones to wear. He tucks your hair inside of the hood and pulls the drawstrings to tighten it around your face.

He laces the string with a bow and kisses the tip of your nose. He then runs to get his raincoat and swiftly encloses you inside of it. He laughs at you.

“What?” You say feigning annoyance with a tilt of your head.

“Nothing…” He hums with laughter. “You just remind me of an Ewok” He laughs pinching your cheeks. You scrunch your face up due to the attack of his fingers and try to bat him away.

“You basically just called me a tiny bear.” You groan.

“My cute tiny bear. Come.” He grabs your hand and leads you towards the front door so you can both put on your shoes. He glances you way, shooting you an ‘Are you ready?’ look, to which you just roll your eyes at him.

He doesn’t give you another second to change your mind, him basically lifting you off your feet and into the empty street. You squeal as the rain comes down hard, instantaneously soaking both Minho and you.

Minho closes his eyes and raises his head to the sky, letting the rain trickle down his face. He laughs and then looks down at you. Staring up at him, you look at him like he is the only person ever. He scans your face, taking in your beauty. He is too in awe to speak, instead choosing to try and contain his smile by biting his lip. It doesn’t work.

“I’ll love you forever.” You say loudly over the rain. Minho’s heart stops beating for several moments.

“Promise me that, my love.” He says, cupping your face in both of his hands. His thumbs rest just beneath your eyes and he wipes the water away from them.

“I promise.”

He kisses you deeply, lovingly, passionately. And the both of you stand there in the pouring rain, smiling through your kisses and failing to suppress your laughter.

It was in that moment, that you two were the only people in the world. The two brightest of stars, conjoining to rival the sun.

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choose your last words, this is the last time

Minho paces back and forth in front of your driveway before approaching your door. He messed up big time, so he keeps being told by your friend Jeongin. He has always found your friends tiresome. Why being sent a paragraph long text of middle finger emoji’s is warranted for his jealousy? He will never know.

He isn’t quite sure how to say he is sorry for what he did. He trusts you. Of course he trusts you, it’s you. You would never do anything to hurt him, let alone in spite of his childish moods.

He musters up enough courage to knock on your front door. Yet as he was about to, he retracts his hand. What if this is something you will never forgive him for? That can’t possibly be an outcome of all this. Can’t it?

He backs away from the door, pacing again. To any of your neighbours, he must look like some creep trying to talk himself into breaking into your house. It’s best he just be brave and-

“Minho?”

He freezes in his tracks as he sees you in your pyjamas, carrying a trash bag. If your face didn’t hold that nasty scowl directed towards him, he would have thought you looked cute in the set he got you for your birthday. You clear your throat. Right, he is here to plead his case.

“Hey…bin collection day tomorrow?”

An awful start.

You brush past him, throwing the bag into the bin. He watches you awkwardly, placing a hand on the back of his neck.

You walk back inside, but open the door wider. Taking that as his cue to go inside, he scurries in, sure to be quick as to keep the warmth inside.

You immediately head to your room and he sheepishly follows, acting as if he doesn’t know the layout of your house by memory.

As you both enter your room, you go off to the bathroom to wash your hands. He sits and waits for you on the bed. His attention momentarily drawn to the window where he sees drops of rain run down the glass. He smiles softly before returning to his solemn state.

The bed dips beside him and he has to force himself not to stare at the side of your head. The remote control to your television gets thrown into his lap. He looks down, then up at you confused.

“Pick something. Give yourself a couple of minutes to calm down and then say what you have to say.” You speak assertively.

He does as you say without question. Even if you are mad at him, you still know that he can struggle with righting his wrongs. Oh how he loves you.

A few minutes pass and Minho does indeed feel calmer. Enough to start the conversation he is still, slightly, scared to have.

“I am sorry. I had no right to tell you what to wear that night. I also acted like a dick to every single person that approached you, even your friends. That was not cool of me. At all.” He starts.

His eyes meet yours and it takes everything in him to not cower away in embarrassment. The reality of his actions settling in.

“You are beautiful. I know that, everyone else knows that. I think I just got annoyed by people gushing to me about you and how they would love to be with you.” He turns to the window again, watching the rain as it gets heavier.

“It triggered a protective side of me, well, a primal one.” He looks towards you now as you sit against the headboard, waiting for him to continue. “You’re mine and I didn’t want people to think they even had a chance with you.”

“Surely you would only think that if you didn’t completely trust me.” You argue, raising an eyebrow.

Minho starts to fiddle with the remote. Casting his eyes away from yours in embarrassment.

“That, would be a viable response to that yes. But I do trust you! I promise. You haven’t given me any reason not to trust you I just-” He cuts himself off, holding back on what he truly wants to say.

He hears you sigh and you move to place your hand on his forearm. You stroke his arm softly with your thumb, letting him take his time. He really appreciates this side of you.

“I haven’t been feeling like I am enough for you. I don’t feel good in my body as of late and I think those insecurities translated through my actions of how I ministered to our relationship,” Minho takes a long, drawn out breath before continuing. “I think I was trying to drag you down with me into the same state of mind. For that, I am sorry Y/n.” He finishes looking up at you as his eyes shimmer from the fresh tears that threaten to fall.

You two stare at each other for a little while longer, the silence making Minho more panicked. You crawl over to him and straddle his lap, taking him by surprise. Your hands finding their rightful place in his hair, stroking softly.

“Thank you for apologising to me. Make sure to also apologise to the many of my friends you rubbed the wrong way,” You chuckle lightly. “But thank you for opening up to me and telling me what has been troubling you.” You take a deep breath and release with a sigh. “It doesn’t mean that I am completely happy with you, but I do want to show you that you are beautiful. You are everything and more to me Min.” You say smiling softly.

Minho swallows, his eyes blinking rapidly as he listens to you. He places his hands on your hips and strokes them softly. He may not be able to respond right now, the words caught in his throat. So he wants to let you know that he hears you.

“This is a conversation that needs to be finished when emotions aren’t as strong. However, I have failed as your lover to not make you feel like you’re enough. To not make you feel as if you are the sexiest man I have ever laid my eyes on.” You tantalisingly move your hips on his crotch.

The way his body responds to you will never cease to amaze him. All it takes is you sitting on top of him, hell, one look when you stare at him with those eyes and he is ready to go.

Gyrating slowly and pressing down on his now evident erection, a small whine escapes his lips. You smile at that and lift your shirt up off your body. Grabbing his hands, you lift them up to your chest for him to pay attention to your nipples.

He immediately began pinching and rolling them between his fingers. Your moans elicits a thrust of his hips up into your heat. Wanting more, you grab his head and he understands what you want of him. His eyes flutter closed and he attaches his soft lips to the bud, sucking and swirling his tongue. Releasing beautiful moans, he gets off to the salacious image of you using him at any given time to make him suck your nipples.

“I love the way you love my nipples Min. Love the little sounds you make.” You throw your head back in pleasure. “All reasons why you are the sexiest man I know.” You mewl softly.

He switches nipples frantically. Always eager to please you. Only you. He craves every little thing about you. The way your lips taste, the way you taste. The way your body shudders around him as he takes you whenever you let him.

He is love drunk off of you. You are like a drug to him and he wishes to consume you ‘til his dying breath.

The way you grind your hips down on him is unholy, it is like you are trying to make him cum in his pants. He is close, so close. His moans turning into desperate high pitched whimpers.

You halt your movements and hover above his lap. Swallowing the noise of disappointment with your mouth on his. Your tongue claiming the entirety of his mouth. You are so filthy and he loves it.

You catch his bottom lip between your teeth, dragging it slightly before gazing up at him with those eyes. You run your hands from his shoulders down his body, painfully slowly.

His head falls back into the pillow as he looks up at the ceiling, fighting the urge to just pull his pants down enough for him to free himself and fuck you senselessly until he is a shaking mess.

He knows better than to do that though. He wants to be good for you. Your good boy.

You pull down his joggers and his underwear and he shivers slightly. You hum in approval and kitten lick the head of his cock.

“Y/n, bunny, please don’t tease me!” He squalls. He thinks maybe he is being punished for his behaviour. It’s the only way to explain the way you stroke him at a leisurely pace.

“Hush, let me appreciate you. M’gonna make you feel good love” You mumble more to yourself than to him.

Before he could protest anymore, he sharply intakes a breath. The way your lips mould around him so deliciously. Taking him down your pretty little throat. How did he get so lucky to find someone that riles him up as much as you do?

His hands reach down to lightly tug your hair, using it as a handle as he guides your head up and down. Your mouth felt so good. It always feels so good.

He simply can’t control the needy whimpers and whines that are released from his throat. The sound doing so much as to turn him on even more. He has to be careful, he doesn’t want to finish like this, not before you anyways. That is just selfish, what man doesn’t let his gorgeous little pet finish before him?

He pulls you off of him, catching you by surprise. His eyes are dark now, as if a switch was flipped. He comes to his senses, his mission to grab back the reigns and take control. He inhibits you wiping the drool from your mouth as he pulls you into him and crashes his lips into yours.

You moan into his mouth and he is sure to swallow every one. He flips you onto your back, lightly pinning your arms in place. You are breathtaking. Just looking at the way your body glistens with sweat in the moonlight. Looks so tempting, so inviting. Like he wants to create a masterpiece with your empty canvas.

He kisses every part of your body, painting a picture with the little marks he leaves in his wake. His mouth hovers over your heat, breathing softly before planting a chaste kiss.

“Oh kitten…you are dripping.” He says with a devilish grin. “Is this all for me?” He asks tilting his head as he now looks up at you. He concludes that your mewling won’t satisfy him with the answer he wants to hear.

He squeezes your thighs roughly, causing you to look down at him. He just looks up at you with those gorgeous black eyes, his smile charming.

“I believe I asked you a question. Is my darling already too fucked out? I haven’t even touched you in the place you so desperately need me yet. Did you have your fun, having the control hm?”

“Yes, yes it’s all for you Min.” You whine attempting to squeeze your thighs together, but he is quicker than you. Spreading them wide his kisses litter just around your centre. His teasing merciless as you writhe beneath him.

“Min please, no more teasing. Need your mouth on me.” You beg, pushing your hips up to meet his face. He moves back, amused by your neediness.

“Well if that’s what my little kitten wants, then it’s what my little kitten should get hm?”

Your body shudders as he goes down on you. Lapping up your juices like a man who has been starved for weeks. He feels your hands in his hair and it turns him on. He can’t help but to rut against the bed to relieve some of the tension. The sounds, the sight, it is all truly so vulgar. Yet he loves nothing more than to please you.

After all, his name does sound prettiest when it is you moaning it in frantic desperation.

He makes you come undone three times and before he could get to four, you had pushed him away. Catching your breath as he knelt beside you and admires you. Admires the way the sweat trickles down the valley of your chest. The marks that colour your skin so deliciously. The way your eyes are closed tightly and your mouth open, no doubt getting a little dry.

He places an open mouthed kiss to your lips, his tongue providing the moisture that was being lost due to your heavy intake of air. He releases your lips and you make a noise of surprise as he opens your legs and situates himself between them, pushing into you slowly.

He has to still himself or else he will quite literally combust. You feel so good wrapped around him. You always feel so good. He opens his eyes to you already staring up at him Your eyes are overflowing with desire and he has to take a mental picture.

“You intoxicate me. How is it I feel such burning passion whenever I am around you?” He starts to move within you, slowly, intimately, as he takes a deep breath. “I belong to you Y/n. I promise that I will never live a day without telling you that.” His strokes get deeper.

You are a babbling mess. He can’t decipher anything you say, so he swallows your attempt with his mouth on yours. It isn’t until he can taste salt that he realises he is crying. So much for keeping the control. He pulls away and places his arms beside your head, his pace still slow and deep.

“Look at me my darling,” He says with a shaky voice. He watches you flutter your eyes open. “Promise, mmh, promise me you will never leave my side.”

“I promise you.” You say, your own voice faltering no doubt being consumed by a ray of emotions. He drops his head into the crook of your neck, his tears now flowing down your neck. He feels your arms tighten around him. One hand on his back, one hand in his hair, stroking softly as you mutter ‘I love you’ over and over again.

He made love to you that night until the sun graced the sky. Never falling short of telling you just how much he adores you.

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we were born to die.

It’s been a year now. A year of watching Paul and Vanessa, two months since he brought Dori home. Other than those three main factors in his life now, Minho is still miserable.

Much like the weather this morning as it downpours. He’s learnt to hate the rain since the end of his relationship with you. There isn’t much to like, not anymore.

He walks the same route he always does. His shoes are getting muddy, the path littered in grass clippings collated by the water. It proves to be extremely bothersome to see the grass stick to his shoes. Especially on a day like today, if grass is the thing that sets Minho off into a fit of rage; so help anyone who pisses him off on his way home.

Life is cruel. It will give you one thing you wish to cherish forever, to love until you can’t love no more. Makes you feel found when you were lost for so long. Gives you happiness, makes you feel alive like you can accomplish anything the world throws in your direction.

Then it takes it away. Just like that. The thing you had wished to cherish, perishes. Strips you of your ability to love. When you were finally found, you become lost again. Takes your happiness, makes you feel as if you’re rotting inside like you can’t will yourself to try and overcome the obstacles the world throws in your direction.

Living a life like that is revolting. A life in which you feel your only purpose of being born was to die. Minho laughs bitterly to himself. Born to die. Ironic because no matter what people tell you, that is always going to be the outcome of all life.

As he stands with the flowers in his hand, he isn’t sure whether it’s his tears or the rain. Perhaps both as they start to trickle down the petals and collate in the pistil.

He kneels, unbothered about the grass and mud stains he is to get on the knee caps of his trousers.

Resting the flowers against the polished marble, his fingers journey over the name etched in the stone.

Your name.

His hand falls from the gravestone and situates themselves next to his head that has now pressed itself firmly into the ground. He sobs as he bows over you.

He loves you. He doesn’t think he will ever stop loving you. He can’t, he won’t.

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Asking cause I’m curious, but if there was a male character in Naruto you think could have been improved, who would it be and why?

Uuhh all of them lol

Jk jk lol

I don't think I personally could really properly improve any of these characters, there's just so much that goes into it. That being said, there are two that I think were done dirtiest

And that's Naruto and Sasuke. And I don't necessarily mean "improve" them, I'm thinking more just treating them with a little more empathy.

Sasuke is the easier one to explain. We love to meme on Sasuke and I agree it's hilarious, but in canon I don't think Sasuke is really given the chance to be a broken kid and just being allowed to be sad about it. Can't be sadness, it has to become anger. And that's mainly because Sasuke is stuck in a boys boy manga where combat = character development, so taking time to explore his complex feelings isn't the point or focus.

Sasuke has been done the worst by Danzo and the gov of Konoha, and I personally don't think he owes the village anything. Him becoming the Shadow Hokage just doesn't make sense to me. Let this guy rest. Give him a nice martini and a sun hat. Take a week off, Sasuke.

He's not then allowed to have proper closure. He can't go home to his wife and daughter and enjoy stability and support. He has to stay away so he doesn't loose his aloof vengeng!1 motif.

Sasuke's story, the severely broken and traumatized child forced to grow up too quick but is mentally stuck in the past, has since been done a lot better with Arcane's Jinx. But Jinx was written to be a character, not a vessel for millions of new abilities for boys to scream over.

As for Naruto This is gonna be an unpopular opinion but hear me out

I don't think he needed to become Hokage.

This has nothing to do with his abilities or his lineage or anything. Man's qualified. His motivation to become Hokage is so people finally notice him, to finally respect him and so he can have friends. But he didn't need to become Hokage to accomplish all that.

So, do I think he needed to become Hokage to be happy? Not really. To me it's less of a triumph and more an inevitability. I think Konoha's whole ass system is fucked and needs a major overhaul, which is what Naruto could have done just sayin

But this also ties into Naruto only really seeing himself as loveable if he's useful. If he just saves the village enough times, they'll finally like him and treat him well. I think Naruto deserves better than that. Konoha has a very "You're worthless if you can't be of service" mentality which isn't the cutest, besties. I wish someone (preferably Hinata) helped Naruto realize that he's worthy of love just for being alive, that he's worthy of being loved and taken care of too. That if Konoha turns on him for being imperfect, that's on Konoha. He's just one person.

It's a very Pixar way of viewing his story, I'm aware of that. Him realizing he doesn't need to become Hokage. But then what would he be? I think he should have taken after his first father figure, and arguably his most humble. I think he should have become an academy teacher like Iruka. He has first hand experience being the underdog, the one struggling, and could be there to encourage and support young ninja like Iruka supported him. Plus it gives him more time to be with his wife and kids, I want him to be the lamest and cringiest dad known to man. I need it.

But I know these are unpopular opinions for a reason. This isn't the series for this kind of writing lol

Anyway, I hope this was useful to you!

#naruto #naruto rant #anti konoha #naruto deserved better #sasuke deserved better

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Unknown Pt. 3

Pt. 2 HERE

Word count: 1.9K

Summary: after a lot of bullying you couldn’t hand it anymore and run from the school, not expecting an unpleasant meeting.

Warnings: bullying (again) blood

Pairing: Wednesday X Fem!Reader

Third chapter! This was a little bit shorter than the other two but hopefully you like it! The other chapters will contain more! 🖤✨

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The following day you put on the uniform that had luckily dried and went down to the quad before lessons started. You figured out that it would be no use to avoid everyone. You were walking around on your own when you saw Wednesday and turned around, heading the other way to class, once again trying to get inside before class started. However Wednesday saw you changing your way and caught up to you. “Are you ignoring me?” She asked you and guess what? You ignored her again and headed to class. She sighed and went back to Enid.

Soon class started and you were listening to it, however you didn’t quite understand what they were saying, not being used to this kind of lessons and subjects in general. Suddenly you were asked a question, the only moment when you weren’t paying attention. “(Y/N), what’s the most dangerous carnivorous plant you know?” Mrs Thornhill asked. You tried thinking of it, but you really didn’t know. “I uhm… I don’t know” you replied. The teacher sighed “disappointing. You need to study harder” she said and you looked down “yeah I know, thanks for reminding me” you said and sighed, you truly were and felt like a disappointment.

Your classmates started laughing at you. It was a simple question and yet you couldn’t get it right like all the times. The following weeks were just the same and you were taking really bad grades. Your GPA was of 1.5 and you couldn’t understand what you were getting wrong. That’s why one day you got called to the principal’s office. “What’s wrong honey? Why are you doing so bad in school?” Weems asked. By now she treated you like her daughter and even though you didn’t feel as comfortable with her you knew you could trust her. “I don’t know. I don’t understand what I’m doing wrong and I don’t understand what I did wrong to deserve this..” you started as you looked down, tears forming in your eyes.

Weems moved to sit down next to you, a hand on your shoulder. “Do you want to talk about it?” She asked gently. You nodded immediately “I get bullied all the times, I can’t make friends because apparently voice spread that I’m some kind of demon which I’m completely not. The teachers tell me I’m a disappointment and everyone laughs at me for getting my answers wrong. I can’t do this anymore. I can’t focus on myself and no one understands me. I just wish I could disappear.” You ended your sad speech about that. Weems understood you because she also felt like that, so she gave you permission to skip lessons for that day and you went to town with her.

You went to weathervane with her and she paid for your cappuccino as you just talked about anything that came to your mind. While you talked this guy came to give you your order “there you go” he said and looked at you “woah, your eyes… you go to Nevermore right?” He asked looking at you. Though he didn’t seem as scared as everyone else was when looking at you. “Yeah. Is it that obvious?” You said and looked down, a small sad smirk on your face. The guy ignored your comment and proceeded to introduce himself. “I’m Tyler” he said and held out his hand. “(Y/N)” you said smiling and shook his hand. You two ended up talking all while Weems was talking to a police officer who turned out to be Tyler’s father.

You really needed that day out with Weems. She was such a sweet woman and she made you feel at ease. She was to you the mother you never had. Though you had to go back to school the following days. You hadn’t talked to Wednesday or Enid again, still refusing to talk about what had happened that day in the woods. Today at school guess what, everyone was bullying you again, but you’ve had enough. “This is enough.” You said, standing up from your desk to look at everyone. “When will you guys learn to grow up? How would you all feel if it were you instead of me being bullied? People are not fucking robots” tears began forming in your eyes. You couldn’t control when they left your eyes “people have feelings and not everyone manages to ignore your stupid insults. It applies to you too” you say turning to mrs Thornhill “that’s probably why Nevermore never had normie teachers, because y’all act like we are normal people. Grow the hell up and learn how to respect people”

With that you left the class in tears as everyone looked down, feeling ashamed for themselves. You ran out of school through a shortcut only you knew about and went into the forest to vent. You were kind of deep in it when you couldn’t control your emotions anymore. The white part of your eyes became black again, hands turning into claws as you started scratching on the trees. This time you were fully aware about what was happening to you and you just let it happen, venting against the trees and leaving claw marks. You just let yourself vent until you didn’t have enough strength to even breathe and you laid on the floor, trying to recover. Though while you were recovering you heard fast steps coming your side and when you raised your head up you saw it.

You saw the monster Wednesday had talked about coming your way. “Fuck” you got up and started running away, though it was faster. Trying to go faster yourself you tripped and the monster grabbed you by the leg. His claws cutting right through your thigh as you yelled in pain. You were pretty far from the school so no one could hear you.. you tried to bring your claws back out but to no avail, as they weren’t coming out on command. After taking you from your leg he threw you against a tree making you hit your back and leg hard against it. When he reached you he was about to end you when he heard a gunshot. He only managed to cut your stomach before leaving, not wanting to be caught.

After having taken awareness of your surroundings you got up from where you were, but you let out another scream and started crying due to the pain in your leg. However you had to go back to your school so with one hand on your leg and the other on your stomach you headed back to the school. It was very dark when you finally arrived, of course no one had noticed your sudden disappearance. You managed to ger up to Weems office, who heard a thump just outside her door. When she opened the door and saw you passed out and bleeding on the floor she immediately called an ambulance for you.

In the meantime Wednesday was dedicating time to her novel when she heard an ambulance coming towards their school, however her novel was more important. Wednesday though had gone out to see and she saw you being put on a gurney “Wednesday you must come see this. It’s (Y/N) . “ at your name she got up and went to the balcony and saw what had happened to you. “It was the monster. I told her not to go to the woods” she said and went back to her novel. “Do you not care? She’s your friend Wednesday!” Enid said, getting real upset. “Is she though? She has been ignoring me for weeks. I don’t mind that. She brought this upon herself. “ she continue typing on her type writer.

“Wow. I never thought you’d be so selfish. You know what Wednesday, if you continue with this attitude of yours you’ll never make friends with anyone. Now I’m not surprised that you always push everyone away, it’s not just you and your feelings if you even have some, it’s time you learn that” Enid said and left the room, going to Weems and asking her if she could take her to the hospital to see you. When she arrived she was surprised when she saw everyone else in the room. They all came to apologize to you, only you couldn’t hear them, because you had lost too much blood and were too weak.

“Y’all really exaggerated you know.” Enid started, talking to everyone in the room. “It was y’alls fault. If you didn’t bully her all day every day she wouldn’t have left the school, she wouldn’t have been attacked by the monster. You’re all assholes” she said to everyone else in the room. They all looked down, feeling guilty as they looked at you.

A couple weeks passed and you had started getting better. The only people visiting you were Weems and Enid. Weems was very worried about you, while Enid came to keep you company. At this rate you had become really good friends with her but nor you or her brought up Wednesday. That’s until she showed up one day in your room. “May I have a few moments alone with (Y/N)?” She asked, the two left the room, leaving you alone with Wednesday.

“You finally decided to show up?” You told her with a provocative voice tone. You were mad at her for not showing up, even if you had been ignoring her in the first place. “I had other priorities.” She replied and you smirked at her “of course you did-“ she quickly interrupted you. “I’ve been doing researches on the monster. We need to get revenge for you.” She quickly proceeded to explain what she had found out but you weren’t even listening. She hadn’t even asked how you were. Until you heard her next question. “I saw claws on the tree in the place you were attacked. Was that you or the monster?” Her question made you look down.

“It was me.” Her eyes seemed to light up that. “You managed to control it? Is that why you’re still alive?” You quickly shook your head. “I didn’t control it, I just let it be. I was venting and that was the best way. The monster got scared when he heard a gunshot, he would have ended me right there and then if there hadn’t been the gunshot. “ Wednesday tried putting the pieces together “great, thanks for the informations” she was about to leave when you called her ne again “Wednesday wait” she turned around to look at you “did you come here because you care about me or because you needed informations?” There were a few seconds of silence before she replied “I do care. Like I said, I just have other priorities.” You smirked as she left. “Of course you do.”

Little did you know that Wednesday was so worried about you. She came to check that you were alright, but she hid it by using the excuse of gathering informations

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#jenna ortega #wednesday #wednesday x y/n #wednesday x you #wednesday x reader #wednesday adams #wednesday adams x reader #wednesday addams #wednesday addams x y/n #wednesday addams x you #wednesday addams x reader

[padawansuggest]

Writing a fic where the main changes are that Obi-Wan and Cody and Luke all moved to Alderaan with Bail and Breha and Leia after the war, and Vader never destroyed Alderaan. So post-Empire, Alderaan opens the first temple the galaxy has had in over 25 years and five years later Luke and Leia are going over the semester’s teachers they have to put into rotation (with Cody and Ghost Ben living with them at the temple because Breha and Bail can’t stand the twins being alone (either sets of twins, they have two sets, one of which is Obi/Cody war babies who were born nearly a year before Luke and Leia, and they’re off with Uncle Rex and Auntie Soka to see the rest of aunties and uncles rn) when Luke suddenly starts getting sick. Like throwing up all the time sick.

Well, Leia and Ben take one look at him and go ‘oh he’s pregnant’ and so they make him take a pregnancy test and Luke is so sad about it that Leia giggles and takes one in commiseration too, only to come out of the bathroom with her own positive test and it’s. So. Funny.

Also like ten minutes later Din gets there to pick up Grogu for hometime (baby is coming with him to Nevarro for a month at least they deserve to still have their house maybe a couple months out of the year Grogu solidly lives there with Din and they visit the rest of the year because they can holocomm into classes okay Grogu deserves both a home and schooling lmao) when he asks why Luke looks like shit (Ben gave him Stewjoni pregnancy tea and it’s the first time he hasn’t been clutching his stomach praying to keep something down all day so that’s saying something) and Luke is all ‘I’m pregnant’ and Din’s FIRST fucking reaction is ‘it’s not mine’ shfkeiejordjdonr ‘okay???? I have a wife it’s hers’ ‘oh thank god’ ‘why did you feel the need to tell me it wasn’t yours????’ ‘I have had some weird interactions in the galaxy and it’s really weird cause I don’t have a sperm making part’ ‘…you’re trans??’ ‘Yes.’ ‘…so am I.’ ‘…huh. I sorta just assumed you were Stewjoni like that ghost that follows you around…’ ‘…my relation to him is through adoption.’ ‘Oh. Well. It’s not mine. Congratulations on the new tumor.’ ‘Thanks’

And through this interactions they are now the bestest BFFs ever.

#star wars #force ghost obi wan #luke skywalker #force ghost Ani is there too he bonds with his kids lol #din djarin #trans luke skywalker #trans din Djarin #post empire #also Ezra and Kanan and the half baby sometimes show up too #it’s pretty much the whole lineage trying to help Luke and Leia run a Jedi temple #but Leia and Winter also have to do heirs to the throne shit #and the Kenobi twins are both girls too #their kids all came in the same flavor #also cal and Kanan and Reva are also Obi wans kids but with Quinlan they drop in too #Mpreg

[thisgirlnamedblusy]

I got a request for you if you want to write it? A Marilyn/Laurel x fem student reader. How about a reader who is a rare almost extinct kind of of outcast (like a fae maybe? Or whatever you choose) so reader's parents have paired her with another one of her kind but she's not attracted to boys so she's really unhappy but she feels trapped with her parents expectations. Marilyn notices how miserable reader is and asks why she's even with him and reader breaks down crying and explains the whole situation in Marilyn's arms.

Later on the reader and her boyfriend are at the Rave'n dance and she's reluctant to dance but she keeps looking at Marilyn who can't stop looking at her. The boyfriend tries to kiss reader but the reader won't let him and breaks up with him. He gets mad and grabs her but Marilyn comes in takes reader away. They go to Marilyn's rooms and reader kisses Marilyn and they confess each other feelings. You can decide if they have sex here, if they do its reader's first time. But Marilyn notices the bruises on reader's arms from her ex and it angers Marilyn. So she ends up killing him.

When news of reader's ex death reaches her parents they send a letter saying they're taking her out of Nevermore. Crying reader tells Marilyn, begging her to take her away from there or to hide her. Marilyn decides to forgo her plans for Nevermore and run away with reader.

Thank you so much! Love your writing!

Yessss here it is!!! I hope you like it and sorry about the language mistakes. This request was awesome!!! :))))))

The life you deserve

Pairing: Marilyn Thornhill/Laurel Gates x  Fem, Student! Reader

Warnings: Smut (mostly implied), fluff, hurt & comfort, maybe a bit dark, mentions of murder, toxic relationship, maybe a bit sad at first

Word count: 6,167

Summary: You aren’t happy. Your parents forced you to be with that disgusting guy. You couldn’t take it anymore. You need her, the woman you loved.

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

“Get out of here, let's go,” Marilyn said amused. A lot of chairs creaked and you together with all your classmates got up to leave the class. It was the last one you had that day, and everyone was in too much of a hurry.

You wanted to run to your room. Not because you didn't like botany, in fact, you loved it, but you didn't want to stay around your boyfriend too long.

“(Y/N), wait a minute, I want to talk to you,” your teacher said. You stopped and closed your eyes.

You were aware that you weren't too attentive lately. You were a fairy, the last one left according to your mother. Your parents seemed to suffer from the immediate extinction of your species and that's why they sent you to Nevermore. They didn't care if you learned something, if you’ll have a good life. They had other things on their minds.

“Is something wrong, Miss Thornhill?” You asked with a somewhat fearful voice.

You couldn't help but blush when you were alone with her. She was your favorite teacher, there was no one like her. Maybe you were just telling yourself that it was pure admiration, that it was nothing else. You were only fooling yourself. Since you met her you felt a knot in your stomach every time you saw her.

“Oh, no, don't worry, I just want to talk to you about your work about wild flowers,” she said smiling, looking comically through a pile of papers.

“I... I haven't been sleeping well lately, I know, I know I could have done much better but...” You said, trembling. You weren't well, you hadn't been well for a long time and you thought your grades were suffering.

The redhead looked at you with a frown and a strange smile, shaking her head.

“On the contrary, (Y/N), I was just going to tell you that it is a magnificent work. It’s the best of the class, without a doubt,” she told you, putting a hand on your shoulder. Your lip trembled, though it wasn't what you expected to hear. “Your knowledge of wild flora is impressive…”

You shook your head, calming down a bit.

Of course It was impressive. You were a fairy. You knew all the living beings of nature, you communicated with them. Marilyn seemed to be looking at your work with admiration, which made you blush a little.

You sighed in relief, too exaggeratedly. Marilyn noticed and frowned again, looking at you with some concern.

“Hey, honey, are you alright? You don't look very good,” she said to you, making the stupid gesture of caressing your cheek.

Her hand was warm on your face, but that sudden compassion only served to bring tears to your eyes.

“I… I…”

“(Y/N), where have you been? I've been waiting for you for a while,” a boy leaning out the door said. It was Roland, your boyfriend.

You lowered your head and nodded, glancing sideways at the redhead.

“It was my fault,” Marilyn said, pointing to herself playfully. Her smile faded from her face as she looked at you again.

You were shaking. You didn't want to go with him. You wanted to be as far away from him as possible.

You should have imagined that your parents didn't change your school by chance. Roland Wright was a fairy too, though a more mediocre one. You can't say that your parents wanted you to be happy. You had to be with him, they forced you to be with him.

You would have to marry him, have children… Perpetuate the species. To think about it terrified you. What your parents didn't count on is that you had no interest in boys. You liked girls since you were just a child. You told your parents, but they ignored it, they only care about your species, not you, or your feelings.

“Well, okay, let's go, (Y/N),” your boyfriend told you, fixing his eyes on you in a slightly threatening way. Of course he wasn't even a nice guy, he was possessive and made you feel deeply uncomfortable.

You sighed again, nodding, and walked slowly to the door.

“Wait, (Y/N),” Marilyn said, looking seriously at Roland. “Sorry, Wright, you'll have to wait a bit, we're not done yet.”

The boy's eyes darkened. He could have absolute control over you, but not over a teacher. Somehow that made you feel good. Nodding, not taking his eyes off of you, he left the conservatory.

“(Y/N),” The redhead said, crossing your arms. “Do you want to tell me something?”

It wasn't a casual question. She knew perfectly well what she was asking you. It was not something that was overlooked among the teachers, they all asked you those kinds of questions, but when you lied to them they left you alone. You had the feeling that it wouldn't be so easy with her, especially because you really loved her, you were crazy about her. You couldn't lie to her. Denying the love you felt for her was just a defense not to collapse.

“No…” You said, averting your gaze. Marilyn grabbed your arm roughly and pulled you so you were looking into her eyes.

“You are not okay. And I don't know why, but I think it has something to do with that boy,” she said, without being wrong.

You began to feel bad, causing a small flower that was on the desk to begin to wither. You shook your head as the tears began to trickle down your cheeks. You couldn't take it anymore.

“I don't love him,” you sobbed, breathing fast, feeling very nervous. Marilyn looked at you compassionately.

“Then why are you with him? You're worrying me, (Y/N),” she told you, rubbing your arm.

You completely collapsed, burying her face in her shoulder. She was still for a moment, but, doubting, she wrapped her arms around you, holding you close to her, lovingly.

“Calm down, honey... Talk to me, tell me what's going on. I just want to help you, (Y/N),” she whispered to you while she caressed you. You cried inconsolably, wetting her clothes with your tears. You felt so bad, but at the same time so good in her arms. You trusted her, you were her favorite student, she told you many times. Of course you never told her that she was your favorite teacher.

She moved away a bit and guided you to sit on a stool. The redhead reached down and wiped your tears, looking at you with pity.

“They… They don't understand…” You said, sobbing and hiccuping. Marilyn brushed your hair out of your face and raised her eyebrows.

“Who are they, honey?” She asked softly.

“My… My parents…” You said, trying to calm down to be able to explain better. She nodded for you to continue. “Fairies are becoming extinct and my parents want me to marry him to perpetuate the species.”

“That's horrible, (Y/N),” she sighed, wiping away more tears.

“I don’t want to. I don't care if I go extinct. He's mean, he doesn't treat me right and I don't even… I don't even…”

You stopped before rushing. You didn't believe in prejudice, but you still didn't know if it was a good idea to tell her about your preferences. It was the first time you told someone about your parents' absurd plan, and her caresses and her soft voice were making you feel much better.

“Not even…?” She asked.

Your legs began to shake. You wanted to tell her, but you didn't think you could. If by any chance that information reached your parents again, they would surely get you out of Nevermore, and they would call that doctor they threatened you with when you confessed. But you trusted her.

“I don't even like boys…” You whispered, in the lowest possible tone of voice.

Marilyn smiled, seemingly unimportant.

“Listen to me, (Y/N),”she told you, grabbing your hand and caressing it affectionately. That made your heart pound. “No one has the right  to decide for you. You are free to do what you want, to be with who you want. They have no right to force you, you don't have to listen to them. Do you hear me?”

“I don’t have any other option. If I refuse, they will lock me up and force me to…”  You couldn't continue, you broke down crying again.

Marilyn pulled you up and pulled you back into her arms.

“Shh… Don't cry, I'm here with you…” She whispered, rocking gently. “(Y/N), don't let them end your life, you have to be happy. You are a wonderful girl and I am sure that you will find a girl with whom you can be happy and forget about your parents.”

“I don't think so, no one pays attention to me. I'm Roland's girlfriend…” You said against her chest. She pushed you away and cupped your face in her hands, staring at you.

“That's not true, honey,” she told you, with a broken voice, you didn't know why. “If… If you weren't my student I will… I…”

You didn't understand those words. You didn't think they were possible. An illusion filled your soul. That little withered flower shone again with all its colors. You didn't know the intent behind those words, but Marilyn moved closer to you, closing her eyes.

You expected the impossible, you expected a kiss from her lips. You were devastated, depressed, but maybe a kiss would make you happy, just one. It never came. Marilyn sighed and moved away a bit, leaving you wondering, with an even more horrible regret than the one you already had.

“I… Well, I… You have to forgive me, but I have things to do,” she said, letting go of you and moving painfully away from you. “Now go, darling, and think about what I told you, please. Don't throw your life away.”

You nodded, deeply disappointed. Maybe you would have imagined it. The bright flower on the table told you that you don’t. She was going to kiss you, you were convinced.

Even so, her advice could not be fulfilled. The toxic Roland was always after you, forcing you to spend time with him. He hadn't even kissed you, you had always tried to avoid that moment, but the Rave'n dance was on Saturday and you were terribly afraid of what might happen.

With sadness you put on the white dress that your mother had bought you. She told you that you would look like a bride to him, that it would serve as a precedent for what would happen when the school year ended.

“Wow, (Y/N), you're hot,” your roommate told you, giving you an affectionate slap on your butt. You wanted to smile, but you couldn't. The Rave'n dance was a special occasion for everyone at Nevermore, the best night of the year. For you it was nothing like that, it was a passage to hell, a prelude to what your life would be like as a housewife, as a mother of five little fairies. You would be a wretch, a bitter one. You weren't even sure how long you could last with that boy, how violent he could get. It scared you, he scared you.

You would be a housewife who puts on makeup to cover her bruises, who would smile among her children, pretending that you are the happiest woman in the world. It was too much for a teenager like you, it was so unfair that you were sure no one could take it. You wouldn't, you were convinced.

He was waiting for you outside your room. Dressed in a ridiculous white suit, with a bow tie. He wasn't even handsome, although you couldn't be objective, you hated him, you hated him to death.

“You look very pretty, (Y/N), although I don't like seeing your cleavage at all, wait a minute.”

Pretending to be chivalrous, he took off his jacket, pulling it over your shoulders, covering what little bare skin your dress exposed. You sighed, you wanted to cry, to scream, but you didn't, you were afraid.

“(Y/N), I'm so glad to see you,” Marilyn said, while received the students at the ballroom door. She obviously ignored your partner. She looked you up and down and raised her eyebrows. “Are you cold?” She asked.

Your boyfriend's look told you that you shouldn't say no, but you waere in front of her, she was much more important. You shook your head, looking sad.

“Why are you wearing that hideous jacket over you?” She asked, taking off your boyfriend's jacket and handing it back to him with contempt. “Much better, you wear a beautiful dress.”

“Tha, thank you Ms. Thornhill,” you said, noticing how Roland started to pull at you, dragging you into the room.

The dance was not bad at first. You were able to escape from your boyfriend for a while, hanging out with your friends and enjoying music and drinks.

You even managed to forget about Roland. You were looking for the redhead. There she was, standing, talking to Principal Weems. She might be talking to her, but her eyes were always on you, as if she was watching you.

You smiled at her, she smiled back. You were so in love and you saw it so possible at that moment that your heart ached even more.

“Come, let's dance,” your boyfriend said, pulling you unpleasantly. You protested, but you let yourself be dragged, you didn't want problems.

You've never felt so uncomfortable, pretending to dance with that horrible boy. You had to fake a smile. His parents were friends of yours, if you did something bad against him, they would find out and you would wish you were never born.

The worst moment came right after. Roland moved closer to you, clearly intending to kiss you. You didn't want to be submissive. That attempted kiss with Marilyn made you gain some faith in yourself, some confidence. You pulled away when he went to kiss you. He glared at you and pulled you against his body, forcing you to kiss him.

You kicked, moved in every way you could, keeping his lips from touching yours. You screamed in pain as you felt a painful grip on your wrists.

“What the hell are you doing? Kiss me once and for all, (Y/N), you can't help it, you're mine!” He turned you around. No one seemed to notice the problem you were having. You felt alone, unprotected, while you put your hands on his face as best you could, pulling his away from yours.

“Stop resisting!” He yelled, hurting your wrists even more. You didn't think, you just wriggled out of his tight grip and slapped him hard across the face.

He glared at you, with real hatred, placing a hand on her wounded cheek.

“You're going to regret what you've done,” he told you, extending his hand towards you. Luckily he didn't manage to reach you.

“(Y/N), are you okay?” Marilyn told you, putting herself between you and the boy. You were nervous, attacked, terrified. That slap was going to cost you dearly. “Come with me, let's go, honey,” she said, taking you by the shoulder and guiding you out of that horrible scene.

The corridors were deserted, only your footsteps and your sobs could be heard. You didn't know where she was taking you, but you let yourself to be guided. She had saved you from something horrible. She was right, she protected you, you were safe with her. You were going to die of love and impotence.

“Come in, honey,” she told you, opening the door of what seemed to be her room. It definitely was, it was full of flowers.

When you entered, she followed you and closed the door behind you, staring at you, holding out her arms. You took the hint and rushed at them immediately, crying again, heartbroken, devastated.

“I... He was going to kiss me... I, I didn't want to and I... I hit him...” You sobbed, grabbing the fabric of her dress. She sighed and put her head against yours, holding you tight against her.

“I know, I've seen it all,” she whispered, helping you sit up on the bed. She sat next to you, not knowing quite what to say.

“I can't take it anymore Marilyn…” You cried, putting your head in your hands. “I can’t stand it…”

“Shhh, honey, it's over, it's over now, he can't hurt you here,” she told you, placing a hand on your back.

“I don’t want this. I don't deserve this.” You sobbed, leaning into her. “Please, help me…”

It was an empty plea. She couldn't do anything, just hold you and take care of you.

“Sweetheart, please. It hurts me to see you cry, to see you suffer,” she said, caressing your cheek.

“I feel that I am wasting away, Marilyn, that I am dying. I don't know what will become of me when I finish the school year. I, I don't want to live like this...”

“No, don’t say that. Please, you have to calm down,” she told you, very worried about your words. You remained still and silent.

You were so desperate that you decided to make one last freedom move, probably the last one you could ever make in your life. You turned a little to face her. Your eyes were red from crying, but your hands moved decisively, grasping hers. She didn't move, she just looked at you curiously when you got closer to delicately place your lips on hers.

It lasted only a moment, but it was the best of your life. You had nothing to lose, you were already lost. Nothing in your life could go worse. You had to risk it, finish what she started in the conservatory that afternoon.

You pulled away and opened your eyes, to see a confused but calm Marilyn. Her eyes twitched involuntarily, probably thinking about what had just happened.

“(Y/N)…” She sighed. Her voice wasn't annoying, it was soft, but doubtful.

“Sorry, I had to. My life will stop making sense soon and I didn't want to lose my will before doing that,” you commented, being totally honest.

“(Y/N), you…? Do you feel something for me?” She asked getting a little closer, now she was the one caressing your hands.

Resigned, you agreed. You wiped away your tears and were ready for the "you're too young, you're my student, it's wrong, we shouldn't, we can't" speech.

Those words did not come out of her mouth. Marilyn looked at you and raised her hand to your cheek, caressing it as she leaned in to kiss you again. It was a tender, soft, slow kiss. You opened your eyes, you couldn't believe it.

You pulled away after a few minutes, after enjoying those lips. You looked at her pleadingly, you wanted to sink into her kisses, you wanted to lose yourself in them and never return to the real world.

“My love... I never thought I could do this...” She whispered, kissing you again, caressing you vigorously, running her hands over your soft skin. “I like you a lot, (Y / N), I'm madly in love with you,” she confessed.

You opened her eyes and hugged her again, crying, this time with joy.

“Me too, Marilyn... I love you...” You sobbed in her arms, kissing her neck, her cheeks, everything you found in your way.

“We can't let them find out, darling. We have to be careful,” she told you, smiling tenderly, stopping your messy kisses.

You soon realized something important. Something that made you sink again. It's not that society or Nevermore’s own rules prevented you from having a relationship with her. It went beyond those banalities. You couldn't escape the fate your parents had in store for you. It was impossible to run away, you were doomed.

You only had that night, that night to enjoy the love of your life, a reciprocated, forbidden love. A love that would never be possible. You only had that night, you didn't want to lose it, you had to take advantage of it and you were very clear about how you wanted to do it.

You moved away from her kisses for a moment and stood up, finally stopping crying, adopting a safe and confident attitude. You were convinced of what you wanted. You slowly brought your hand to the zipper of your dress, pulling it down slowly. Marilyn gaped at you, shaking her head.

“(Y/N), what are you doing?” She asked, smiling.

“Please. I just want to love you before my life becomes hell,” you said pleadingly, letting your dress fall to the floor. You weren't wearing a bra and your cheeks turned red exposing your half-naked body in front of her.

“Sweetie, no, it's not necessary, I don't want…”

“Please,” you sobbed, moving closer to her, bringing her hand to your chest. Another tear fell down your cheek. “I won't get another chance...”

“Honey, I…” She whispered, unable to avoid looking at you almost adoringly.

“I don't want him to be the first, I want to be you, I want it to be with someone who truly loves me. I don't want to throw my life away without knowing what it feels like, I beg you, Marilyn, make love to me...”

She didn't say anything, she just shook her head before you kissed her again, sitting on her lap. You really wanted it, you wanted to feel loved, desired. It couldn't be with anyone else. And it had to be that night. There would never be another chance.

The redhead seemed hesitant at first, not returning your kisses safely, but she soon hugged your bare back and lay down on the bed while she passionately kissed you, caressing your body.

“My love, you're so beautiful…” She whispered, letting herself be carried away by your desperate kisses, touching every inch of your skin with her hands.

Little by little you began to feel a warmth that you never felt. The desire invaded you completely, there was no room for compassion, only for love, a sincere and hungry love.

Her caresses were soft, delicate, she enjoyed your hands, your back, your breasts. She treated you so well that she made you feel in heaven. She was patient, she was slow, she enjoyed all your gasps, all your little moans that you made when her hand reached between your legs.

“Are you sure, my love?” She whispered to you, on top of you, with her fingers touching your moisture, about to become your first, about to become an unforgettable woman for you.

You nodded desperately and ignored the little sting you felt when her fingers finally entered you. It was ephemeral, not as uncomfortable as your companions said. For you it was special, it was the best feeling you had ever had. Even the little plants in the room seemed to enjoy around you. You were so happy that you didn't even think about the pain in your wrists. You only thought of her, you only felt her.

You screamed, forcing Marilyn to kiss you to shut you up. Some unknown cramps for you began to cause soft convulsions in your hips. You were on the cusp of pleasure and happiness. She was so good, so delicate, and she made you feel things you didn't think possible.

You couldn't talk when she undressed. For you she was the most beautiful woman in the world. Her entire body was divine, enviable by any goddess. You didn't know what to do, you were ashamed of your zero experience. She didn't care. She was your guide, she told you where you had to touch her, how you had to do it, how you had to kiss each part of her body. You thought it wasn't possible, but you felt even better than being the one loving her.

You were sweating, you were exhausted, hugging your lover under the sheets, naked, breathing hard, feeling an endless love.

You rested on her chest while she protected you with her arms. Marilyn was much more than the woman of your life. Marilyn was everything. Away from her, life ended for you.

Gently her caresses passed through your arms. She didn't say anything, she was silent, looking at the wall of her room. You didn't know what she was thinking, but you didn't care.

When her hand passed over your wrist, you pushed it away, hissing in pain. She looked up at you, frowning, and grabbed it carefully trying to figure out why she had hurt you.

You immediately wriggled out of her grasp. It wasn't a night for compassion, you didn't want to feel miserable. She was more abrupt, grabbing your arm again and pulling it closer without you being able to stop it.

“My God…” She whispered, scared when she saw the bruises that Roland had given you hours ago. “(Y/N), has he done this to you?” You didn't want to answer, you just took her hand away and hid it in the sheets. “Answer me!” She yelled angrily. Her eyes were dark, filled with rage. You ended up nodding, burying yourself in her chest and shedding more tears on her bare skin.

“It's over, (Y/N). This is going to end,” she said, without looking at you, pressing you against her chest. You felt safe in her arms, you didn't even think about her words. “I cannot allow this, (Y/N). He will pay for what he has done, I promise you my girl, I promise you.”

The next day you saw things differently. You didn't come out of your room. You were happy, but you didn't want to meet Roland, you even turned off your phone. You didn't want to think about anything except last night, your first time, your first time with the woman you loved.

You couldn't tell it to your Nevermore friends, but you could tell it to other types of colleagues.

You went to the forest, feeling calm, relaxed. You lay down on the cool grass, waiting for the little animals that lived there to come over to see you. You fairies had lost many abilities over the generations, but fortunately you hadn't lost your connection to nature.

You spent hours wandering with squirrels and deer. Talking about your love came true. You didn't count your misfortunes for once, for once you were happy, even if it was a fleeting feeling, which had limited time.

When you wanted to realize it, the sun was already behind the mountains, disappearing little by little.

“Shit, I have to go now,” you said, getting up from the ground and saying goodbye to your peculiar friends.

You almost jumped back to the grounds of Nevermore. You felt so happy that you forgot a piece of advice your grandmother gave you: "Danger lurks around every corner."

“Hello, (Y/N),” a voice behind you said. You knew that voice. Roland. Your legs began to shake and you slowly turned around.

“Ro, Roland…” You stammered, taking small steps back.

“Do you think you could avoid me forever, (Y/N)? I told you that you would regret what you have done,” he told you threateningly, approaching you.

“Leave me alone!” You yelled, steeling yourself. “No, I don't want to continue with you. I don't love you, I hate you!”

His eyes flashed with fury as he lunged at you, grabbing the collar of your shirt tight. You wanted to scream, ask for help, but you were paralyzed by fear.

“You're stupid,” he hissed, lifting you off the ground. “I don't care if you don't love me. You're mine, that's how our parents agreed. If you don't accept for good, it will be for bad.”

You spat in disgust in his face, making him boil with rage.

“Very well, the hard way then,” he said, raising his fist at you. You closed your eyes waiting for the painful impact. It never arrived.

A roar from the forest sounded very close to you. A monstrous creature, resembling a shadow, lunged at Roland, knocking him to the ground and making you fall as well.

You couldn't see that monster clearly, but you could see what it was doing. Roland screamed in terror as that monster clawed hard at him, tearing into his chest. The enraged creature tore the boy apart, turning him into a bloody, limp body. Roland was no longer screaming, he was not moving. He was dead.

You propped yourself up on your elbows, staring in horror at that scene. The creature turned, staring at you. It was your turn, you were sure.

“Roland?” You asked, knowing it was impossible for the boy to answer.

Everything happened very quickly, but immediately a great relief ran through your body. Roland was gone, he was gone forever. He wouldn't bother you anymore. You shouldn't have felt good, but you did, you didn't even think about those scary eyes staring back at you. If you were going to die, you were glad you saw that idiot die first.

The monster approached you. It seemed as if it wanted to appear calm. You swallowed when you could feel its breath on your face.

“What are you?” You asked, after noticing that it didn't want to hurt you. You could communicate with all the creatures, feel their thoughts. You couldn't with that. It was a creature of evil, and your kind nature did not allow you to understand it.

The creature roared softly before giving you a hard lick across the face. You closed your eyes and couldn't help but smile at that unexpected display of affection. Then it waved at you, looking like it was pointing its claws at the Nevermore building.

“What do you want?” You asked. The monster seemed nervous, but it pointed at you, and back at the building. “Do you want me to come back to Nevermore?” Its profuse nod showed you that it was precisely what it wanted.

You looked for the last time at the mangled body of your boyfriend and you ran away from the place.

The entire school was shocked by Roland's murder. You shut up, you didn't say anything. That hideous creature did you a favor, it did a good thing for you. You were nervous and had a hard time getting that image out of your head, but being with Marilyn again made you stop feeling guilty. She smiled at you and for the first time you were able to return the smile without pretending. You had gotten rid of your misfortune, now you believed that a future with her was possible.

“(Y/N),” Weems said, peeking through the conservatory door, where you were spending the afternoon with your beloved redhead. You looked at her and nodded. You weren't stupid enough to give clues to your relationship, no one suspected it. “Here, this letter from your parents has arrived,” she said approaching you and handing you an envelope.

“Thank you,” you said, looking at the letter curiously.

“Are you okay? Do you need anything?” Larissa asked, with a concerned tone.

“No, why?” You asked, opening the envelope. You should have imagined it.

“Well, because you suffered a terrible loss two days ago. I don't want to pressure you but if you need to talk to someone I remind you that you can go see…”

“Dr. Kinbott, I know,” you said, reading the contents of that letter, horrified. Larissa sighed and looked at Marilyn.

“Please, Marilyn, take care of her… I think she's not well,” she whispered before leaving. The redhead nodded, closing the door.

Everyone was looking at you weird. Your boyfriend had been brutally murdered and you didn't seem to care. You were in an even better mood, until you read that letter.

You shook your head, feeling tears in your eyes again.

“No, no, no, no…” You said to yourself. “No! Fuck!” You yelled. Marilyn's eyes widened in fright and she grabbed your hands to calm you down.

“Calm down, (Y/N), tell me what's going on,” she told you softly. You were nervous and furious, you weren't even able to say anything. You simply limited yourself to giving the letter to the redhead, which she read carefully.

“Oh, my God…” She whispered, frowning.

Just when you thought you would never be sad again, your parents would arrive with that horrible letter. The next day they would go to Nevermore, to pick you up. With Roland's death, it no longer made sense to them for you to remain there. You were devastated, depression returned to your heart.

You spent crying in her arms all afternoon.

You couldn't believe how much your parents despised you. First they force you to go to Nevermore, to be that horrible guy's girlfriend. Now they want to get you out of there, from the only place where you could be happy at that time. They wanted to get you away from her,  far away from her. And you couldn't do anything.

You cried in your bed, looking at the moon through the window, knowing that it was the last night you would spend there. There was no Marilyn, she told you that with all the pain in her heart, she could not grant you the send-off you deserved. You were so devastated that even hiding in the woods seemed like a better idea.

The familiar creak of the door interrupted your dark thoughts. You couldn't see who was coming into your room. You could only distinguish a shadow that was approaching your roommate with something in its hand.

Your friend woke up and looked at that strange figure, who grabbed her pajamas, moving a hand to her neck.

“What the…?” She asked, falling on the bed immediately after. You got up and turned on the light on your bedside table. What you saw left you stunned.

Marilyn, your lover, wearing gloves and a black coat, was there, together with your roommate, who seemed to be sleeping soundly. The redhead turned to you and smiled at you.

“(Y/N), my love, get up, we have to go now,” she told you, kissing you briefly on the lips. You shook your head. Of course you didn't understand anything.

“What?” You said hoarsely. “What happened to Gina?”

“Shh, lower your voice. Your friend is fine, honey, I just put her to sleep,” she said, sitting on the bed.

“I, I don't understand anything… What are you doing here?” You asked, blinking rapidly in case it was a dream, a very strange one.

“Dear. I have been thinking and I have decided that I am not going to allow you to return to your parents,” she said, caressing you in that sweet way that only she was capable of.

“But…”

“Shh… Let me explain it to you, please,” she told you, putting a finger on your lips. “I have not been the person you think, my love. I came here to close a horrible chapter in my past. I was thinking of doing something terrible, (Y/N),” she explained to you, you nodded, incredulous.

“Something terrible?”

“I thought that it could be the solution, that it would give me peace. Everything changed when I met you, (Y/N). You have upset all my plans, you have made me forget all my bad thoughts. I can't give you much, but I can help you to be happy, to be happy, you and me. (Y/N), do you want to come with me? Do you want to get out of here and live a life together?”

You didn't think about the horrible things she mentioned. You only had that proposition in your head. You would have to leave your friends, your studies, although not forever. Your whole life would change, but you would be away from your parents, you would be with her.

“Yes, yes, yes,” you said repeatedly, kissing her messily. “Please, Marilyn, get me out of here.”

She stopped you and smiled, before passionately kissing you again. Your roommate made a strange noise and the redhead looked at you, this time with a bit of fear.

“Hurry up, honey, pack everything you need. We're leaving right now.”

You didn't know where you were going, but you did know you wanted to. You quickly put everything you needed in two suitcases and left the room.

Marilyn was driving her little beetle out of Jericho. You looked at her with illusion, while you caressed her hand that she had free. You were going to live the life you wanted, you couldn't believe it.

“I'm so happy, Marilyn. I can't believe what we're doing. It's like a dream come true.”

“Believe it, my love. I'm going to make you the happiest girl in the world.”

You smiled and leaned carefully on her shoulder. You breathed easy for the first time in your life.

“By the way, (Y/N)…” The redhead sighed, looking at you briefly. “Laurel. My real name is Laurel.”

#marilyn thornhill #marilyn thornhill x reader #wednesday #ms thornhill #oneshot #laurel gates #smut

[butterfly-writer]

I knkw Ur jinx series is over which I absolutely adore but i was wondering if be ok to request like n make like mini onehsot drabble of like alternate ending for final like maybe angst ending reader where reader ends up dead didn’t survive or remains villain I hope this ok again I don’t have to do this if don’t want to this suggestion aslo love love ur work sm especially the jinx anyways I hope ur day is doing good ❤️🫶🏻

Jinxes are bounted to bad luck.

Bakugou x Fem!Reader

Summary: The alternate ending!!

★☽A/N: I haven’t wrote anything sad in a long~ time so sure!! ENJOY!!

Contents: ANGST

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“Shit- I’m always a jinx so I guess I deserve this fate.” She chuckled. Katsuki couldn’t help but tear up a bit. He quickly grabbed her to try to pick her up to bring her to the hospital– But she stopped him. “You won’t be fast enough.” She protested. “I will be fast enough!” Bakugou protested back, picking her up and ran as fast as he could to bring her to the hospital.

Just as they were a mile away from the hospital, someone yelled from a distance. “IT’S NOT OVER YET!” Bakugou didn’t look but he knew it was a member from the LOV. Shigaraki was furious that he lost his little play toy. Using two of his fingers, he grabbed a crystal that was long ago made by Y/N. He smashed it to the ground, inches away from Y/N and Katsuki.

Bakugou managed to blast away before it exploded, creating a hole in the city’s ground but only caused the knife to slip even deeper by the impact. “You’ll make it.” He promised to the girl who had fallen unconscious, running as fast as he could.

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Bakugou paced the hospital floor with a worried pace, his hands crossed. Aizawa had come to the hospital from the public interview after being informed about his student who was captured by the LOV.

“Bakugou.” He called out, the boy turned his head with his eyes wide with surprise. “Teacher–” Bakugou stopped in his tracks and walked up to Aizawa. “Can you talk to them? They’re not telling me any shit about Y/N.” He spoke in an annoyed tone. Aizawa nodded and walked up to a nurse who was walking away from Y/N’s room. Bakugou finally sat down and waited, his leg shaking up and down with his arms crossed against his chest.

His mind was flooded with worries. Having patience is a privilege that Katsuki Bakugou wasn’t gifted to have.

Why is this happening?

What would happen if he didn’t do what he did in middle school?

What will happen to her if she does survive? Can she be a hero or is she going to jail?

Millions of theories and thoughts flooded his head. You could see the worried look on his face if you were there, he was shaken with anxiety.

Just before Katsuki stood up to ask the doctor, the doctor had already walked up to the boy. “What happened? Is she okay?” He hurriedly asked. The doctor looked sad? Upset? Upset about what? Katsuki started to worry more from the look the doctor had. He didn’t want to hear what he has to say, what if it’s bad? What if she died? The wounds on her body weren't so bad, right?

“The wounds on her body were very bad, especially her old ones. The old ones seemed to have made a great impact in her physical health and maybe even more in her mental health. The wound on her back is really deep in there and even managed to damage her heart. I’m afraid you were too late..” The world around Bakugou seemed to stop in time. ‘Too late? No..No, no, no, no, no, this can’t be happening! I promise she’ll be fine! I promise that she’ll be able to be a hero!’ The doctor could see the panicked and worried look on Katsuki who was breathing quite heavily.

“What.. What do you mean by that..?” Katsuki asked in a soft tone. The doctor sighed and mustered up the courage to tell the boy and said, “I’m afraid she’s gone.. I’m sorry for your loss.” And bowed down in respect.

Something happened next and it was shocking to those who knew Katsuki Bakugou. He cried, sobbing even. He practically fell to the ground and started to sob with his hand in his chest. He could’ve done something! He could’ve been faster! Why didn’t he stop her from taking the hit! Why, why, why?!

Why can’t he be a hero, just for her?

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★☽A/N: I’m sorry it was short! I wasn’t really sure where I was going with this one but I hope you all enjoyed it!

#boku no hero academia #mha #my hero academia #bnha #x reader #female reader #reader #arcane #Katsuki Bakugou #bnha bakugou #bnha bakugo katsuki #katsuki bakugo mha #mha bakugou #bakugo katuski #angst

[firstkanaphans]

tinngun fluff N prompt when canon is different in the episode 12 and it’s Tinn who hits teacher

God, that scene with Tinn’s mom yelling at the teacher still lives up on a rewatch. I was freakin’ sobbing. Also, this was the first time I’ve had to go to Viki to watch MSP and boy am I angry. In what world is 7 commercial breaks consisting of 5 commercials each a reasonable amount of ads for an hour-long episode? I pay for Viki if there’s a show I’m actively watching, but I’m not currently and it makes it almost impossible to just scroll through an episode to watch a single scene.

But I digress. Thank you for the prompt, Anon! I hope you enjoy 💕

[N]ursing a wound

Gun thought his anger had abated, but staring at the bruises painted across Tinn’s knuckles, it returned full-force.

“What were you thinking?” he asked, pushing Tinn down onto one of the cots in the nurse’s office and crossing the room to grab an ice pack out of the freezer.

“I already told you: I’m fine,” Tinn said, but when Gun pressed the ice pack against his hand, he hissed in pain.

“You’re not fine,” Gun argued, climbing onto the cot next to him and holding the ice pack in place himself. He tried to hold onto that anger, tried to stand firm in his admonishment, but then he looked over at Tinn who was looking over at him and his heart melted. It had been a long day and only now, when the two of them were alone, did it finally feel like the worst of it was over. Gun sighed. “I can’t believe you punched a teacher for me.”

“Yeah, well, he deserved it.”

“That’s not a good enough reason to punch someone. You could have been expelled.”

“My mom wouldn’t have expelled me,” Tinn scoffed. He only looked about thirty-seven percent confident in that statement. Gun glared at him and then removed the ice pack so that he could stretch out each of Tinn’s fingers and make sure he still had full range of motion. Tinn winced, but was careful not to make a noise. After all, he was fine.

Eventually, Gun released him. He’d thought they might need bandages or ointment or something, but Tinn really did look fine. He was lucky.

Gun handed him back the ice pack and then just sat there and watched as Tinn pressed it to his skin.

“This isn’t going to be the last time this happens, you know?” Gun said. Tinn looked up at him, frowning.“Especially if Chinzhilla gets popular. Decha wasn’t wrong: I don’t fit the image people have in their heads of a rockstar. I’m gay—and I‘m not ashamed of it—but you can’t just punch anyone who decides to be an asshole about it. You’ll end up in jail!”

“I just…I didn’t want you to be sad,” Tinn said, his lips in a full pout. He made it very difficult to be angry at him.

“I wasn’t sad,” Gun said. “I was angry. For me and for you. We’ve been living in this perfect little bubble and suddenly it just burst. I was scared you might change your mind.”

“About you? About us? Have you met me?”

Gun smiled and then took Tinn’s bruised hand gently in his. “No more punching,” he said, leaning down and kissing his boyfriend’s ice cold knuckles. “Promise me.”

Tinn seemed so mesmerized by the kiss that Gun wasn’t entirely sure he’d caught his words until he repeated them, “No punching.”

Gun snuggled into Tinn’s side and rested his head on his shoulder. Today had been hard, but with Tinn next to him, he knew they could get through anything. He grabbed Tinn’s hand and held on tight, feeling loved and protected and happy despite it all.

#my school president #my school president fic #tinngun #tinngun fic #sarah writes things #fluff prompt abcs