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(〃′▽`)—WHO AM I TO DISSAGREE?? —Mechanic!Suimuki x Various—(〃′▽`)

Notes: hoh boy, agnst, suimuki has both a inferoirty and suporirty complex at the same time, she really needs a hug, humor, dry humor, lots of slang tossed around, mechanic suimuki my beloved, average deftones and smashing pumpkins fan, has the mechanics division, kinda shitty suimuki, slight fluff, mainly agnst, suimuki is afraid of emotions like love, suimuki hates being confessed too, mentions towards OG suimuki trauma, she kinda has a crush on killian?? non-confrimed crushes or relationships, killian is a angel in this and suimuki cries like a bitch, violin trauma, austitic coded suimuki, mental breakdowns, stressed out suimuki, she is crazy fr, hallcuications, insomnia, she just lives off of coffee, obessive suimuki, she likes being in the dark, easily flustered suimuki, killian is still a little shit, flirting, teasing, lots of touching, major fight scence, suimuki having trouble understanding emotions, tired suimuki, kissing, yes punk au spinoff, this doesnt directly affect the punk au., takes place around halloween, haunted houses, lock her up, mentions towards SH, mentally ill suimuki, angst with happy ending??

The black haired girl sighed and pulled on her eyelids. She honestly shouldn’t be that tired! She’s running on five shots of straight expresso right now. Or maybe they were watered down or something. She wanted to find something to keep her eyes from shutting.

“Ughhhhhhhh..” She groaned out.

Her body begged for sleep and it was constant fight to keep her eyes open. Because as soon as she knew, if she closed her eyes she wouldn’t want to again.

A full bodies sleep was asking away too much from her. When was the last time she has even had her machines fall asleep?! They were constantly running and she couldn’t afford one of them blowing up while she was dozing off.

She rubbed underneath her eyes and the corners. She also shifted over to try and wake up. Almost everyone was already asleep, including everyone in her divison. Wasn’t a big deal, it was three in the morning.

She placed her cheek in her hand as she gazed at the giant machine before her. It was the magium opious, the thing that gave the whole underground power and electricity. It had a hum and small puffs of smoke coming out of it, nothing new.

Her hand fell as it rest on her knee, her mouth in a open frown. She could do better, there had to be something else she could do.

She spun her chair so she was back at the table near the corner of the large room. Blueprints for inventions she was working on strewen across the table. She grumbled and narrowed her eyes.

The inventor moved both of her hands so she could grab one. It was a blueprint for a music box, a gift. She actually looked at the sliver box on the desk aswell, the main component for it.

“Stupid, whose gonna’ want that?” She scoffed.

“Want what??” A curious voice called out.

Her hands tightened around the blueprint as her entire body tensed and flinched. She quickly span around in the chair and came to face..

“Oh jesus christ Jin! The fuck’ are you doing?” She breathed out before scowling slightly.

The white haired sibling smiled slightly before cracking their neck. They were actually wearing something different, oversized pants and a baggy shirt.

“I think the better question is: what exactly are YOU doing?” They smoothly asked.

The younger of the two groaned and leaned back further on her chair.

“Creative block.” She simply answered.

Jin blinked in suriprise, dropping their hands that had been up as they cracked their back.

“Creative block? As in like, you don’t know what you wanna’ invent?” She questioned.

Suimuki groaned again but simply nodded before pulling closer to the table. A cup of ice-melted coffee sat on the table and she took a few sips of it.

“Ding ding ding! Your so smart..~” She mocked before breathing out.

Jin blew out a puff of air, making a razzberry.

“Please spare me and everyone else the scarcasm! By the way, what is that? A music box??” She whined before leaning closer and squinting.

The black-nette made a face and leaned away slightly. Also trying to block the view of the object, it didn’t work quite well.

“Your the only person whose awake right now, besides me. And yes, it is a music box.” She confusingly said before clarrifying.

The ladder only raised an eyebrow and grabbed the music box. This made her shrink back into her chair and cringe.

“Please don’t-!” She started but was cut off.

More spefically, she was cut off by the sound of a child’s toon. It wasn’t clear, cracky and glitchy here and there. But what was intresting is that what wad on the inside was a mechincal print of a pinic basket.

Little figures surrounded it and it looked like they were smiling and talking to each other. After a while, the toon ended, replaced by the sound of rain.

“Woah..is this a gift for someone??” He marveled before shutting the object gently and tilting his head.

Suimuki sighed and shook her head. She reached over the desk again and found her pack of ciggarets. She sighed as she took one out and lit it up.

“It’s a throw-away thing. You can have it if you like it that much.” She shrugged, turning to face him.

The heterocromidia eyed male lit up at this and leaned closer.

“Really?!” He eagerly asked.

She grinned slightly and exhaled the smoke, pinching the cigarette in-between her fingers.

“Sure, why not. I have no use for it.” She laughed harshly at the end of the setence.

The older sibling beamed and sat the music box down. For being a usual pain for Suimuki, they seemed reltively calm tonight.

“Thanks, dearest! Well, I hope you get out of your stumb soon enough! After all, where would we be without you?” Jin smiled before waving a hand in the air.

The yellow eyed sibling scoffed slightly but had a small smile on her face.

“Probably dead or eating each other alive.” She sarcastically answered.

The taller rolled her eyes before picking up the music box. She waved slightly before moving out of the others line of view. After a minute, the girl sighed deeply.

“Christ..” She whispered.

How stupid, well time to find something else to work on. She grumbled as she put out the ciggarette. It’s ash indented on the table.

She rubbed her temple as her other hand dug into the desk. She would get out of here, no matter what.

“Where’s Suimuki??” Aether asked Jin, as everyone was at the gathering for breakfest.

The white-nette only smiled in reconqition, grabbing a piece of fruit. She turned slightly to her but kept the line moving.

“I went to her lab this morning, early of course. She’s running herself into the ground.” She answered.

The yet younger sibling blinked a few times.

“Oh yeah?” She questioned, wanting to get more information out of her.

The older brother simply snickered slightly as they finally found somewhere to sit. Aether quickly followed after him, already placing a piece of fruit in her mouth.

“Creative block. She gave me a music box that wasn’t even finished. That’s saying something, isn’t it?” He explained before spinning a spoon around in his coffee.

The former merly hummed and this and cleared his throat.

“Well, it would make sense. She’s always looking for something to work on.” He grunted.

Meanwhile, the inventor finally exited her lab. She had finally found something to work on and had been playing around with it for hours now. Best to get some breakfest, yeah?

“Let’s just hope no one fucking implodes on me.” She sarcastically wished.

She started strecthing before entering the dinning area. Eyes were drawen to her as everyone else was pretty much already sitting down.

“There she is! Thank god I didn’t have to bring food to you again!” Iris sarcastically cheered.

A couple snickers greeted this remark and she groaned.

“Go fuck yourself.” Was her response.

She moved over to the food rack and grabbed a few things. Of course, grabbing a cup of coffee with three creams and alot of sugar.

She even saw some people make faces at that amount she put in.

Suimuki simply sighed and looked for a place to sit. She eventually decided to sit inbetween Violet and Noel.

“Oh, hey Suimuki. Decided to sit with our lonely souls today?” Noel questioned.

The black-nette merly snickered at this before taking a sip of her coffee. Across from her sat Nari, a cool girl that she..mayormaynothaveacrushon..

“Say what you want, I’m not lonely!~” The blonde gave her input before taking a bite out of her toast.

Noel stuck her tongue out at her and rolled her eyes.

“Oh right, I forgot your the undergrounds resident heartbreaker! You and Suimuki could go hand and hand at that title I bet.” She bit out.

The other blonde, sitting on the left of the mechanic stiffled a laugh at this. All the girl had to do is shoot her a look and she turned away, shoulders still slightly shaking.

“Oh yeah?? And what do you think of that, Mech’?” Nari bitterlly asked back before lightening up when she turned to the shorter.

The said girl turned a tiny bit red. It was geniuley unclear if Nari knew about how she felt or not. She wasn’t the best at hiding her emotions.

“I don’t mind it…your very pretty so it’s only natural that you have adimires..” She answered.

The same yellow eyed girl blinked in surprise before laughing slightly. Iris and Violet both shot the other girl a look.

“Charming! Your very flattering, Lumine!~” She sang.

The blonde on her left groaned and burried her head in her hands.

“God, stop flirting! Or atleast do it somewhere else!” She complained, half-joking.

By now, Suimuki had finished her food and was just finishing her coffee. She really should get out of here.

“Oh, don’t fucking implode on me V’! I don’t want chunks going everywhere!” The one across from the trio joked.

Iris had also joined in the conversation, or more like bickering. Their voices fell on deaf ears though as the short haired girl noticed Astro waving at her.

“Suimuki!~ C’mere!” They beckoned.

The former glanced at the current group they were with, noticing that no one was paying attention to her. She grabbed her cup of almost finished coffee and walked over to them.

“What’s up?” She casually inquired, leaning to one side.

The white-nette seemed to be watching her movements before grinning brightly. God, the other squinted, it was like stars surrounded them.

“You’ll never guess what happend!” They cheered.

Oh? A challenge?? Was it really a question?

“Oh? Did you get yet another girlfriend?” She half-assly guessed.

She ment, it defentily was possible. Almost everyone in this group they had was attractive and desired by atleast a few people. Astro was no expection.

Speaking of, they whined slightly before swinging their body forwards.

“That’s rude!! No! I got a acception to get a few friends from the up tops’ down here for another vist!!” She complained before revealing.

The inventors mouth fell open, up top people?? Coming down here again?? Did that mean..?

“Ahah-That was my second guess.” She cut herself short of a laugh before deapanning.

The brighter eyed girl blinked a few times in confusion before a light bulb appeared ontop of her head. Then, she deadpanned.

“Har Har Har, sarcasm very funny, Lumine.” She sarcastically laughed.

Suimuki actually laughed at this as she sat her empty mug on a nearby table. One of her hands drifted upwards to adjust her goggles.

“Hilarous, even.” She snickered.

Astro groaned and leaned back comically before rubbed her eyes.

“Well, if it will please you, that boy of yours is coming down aswell. Y’know, the one who you have a massive crush on?~” She added, leaning actually towards the shorter now.

“Killian??” She accidentally blurted out, before making a face and slapping a hand over her mouth.

Meanwhile, the middle child of the Adachi’s got a smug look on their face. Their eyed got half-lidded and their grin widened.

“Aw, that’s cute. Atleast you finally adimit it.” They bitterly cooed.

The other girl’s eye twitched slightly before flinching when everyone else stood up rythmatically and started putting they’re plates and food away.

“Well, time to go pick up some losers! See ya’, Suimukiii’!~” They dissmissed, slightly snickering as the other quickly picked up her things and followed everyone else.

Meanwhile, the short haired girl grumbled under her breath. She was already walking towards the bigger lab where all the members of her unit were.

She quickly stepped into the room and looked around. A few faceless co-workers climbing on the machine waved down at her.

“Captian! There you are!” Reko walked over to her friend and passed a clipboard to her.

The white stripped girl blinked before looking down at it. She noticed that it had a list of small repairs and modifcations to be made to the big machine.

She looked towards the pink-nette. Reko had a wrench her hands and seemed to be messing with it.

“The machine needs a few repairs, nothing much. Also, do you have any other projects for us to work on?” She explained before leaning a little closer.

The golden eyed girl grunted and shuffled away a little. She hugged the clipboard closer to her and messed with her goggles again, a nervous habit.

“No, I’m still trying to wrack my brain.” She sighed.

The younger leaned back slightly and made a face. A small grin on her face as she raised a eyebrow.

“Well your genius brain isn’t going to work if you don’t get enough sleep.” She reminded.

Suimuki quickly groaned and shoved the clipboard back towards them. She didn’t need all people worrying about her, it was stupid.

“Yeah, yeah. Get to work, Damershera.” She waved off their concern.

The amber eyed girl only rolled her eyes but with a easy smile on her face. She walked away when a co-worker called her name.

The second eldest Lumine resisted the urge to sigh again and simply climbed up onto the big machine. She already rembered the list of things that needed repaired, easy enough.

She sat down on a thick beam, pretty high off the ground. Some people would probably be scared shitless if they were up here, some people dangling upside down aswell. But every member of this divison had extreme veritgo from being up here for so long but at least they weren’t slipping off.

“Hey, misa. Can I borrow a wrench?” The female asked.

The co-worker made a grunting sound before gently tossing a wrench at her. She leaned towards a hatch in the machine and took the wrench to it.

She bit her lip slightly and undid the hatch. She poked at it before reaching her right hand out towards somebody. They placed a screwdriver in it and she tossed the wrench towards them.

A smooth transaction, one where she didn’t even have to look away for.

“Oh, Suimuki darling!~ Lover boys here!~” A familar voice called out.

The said girl immeditally tensed up and looked down. There he was, in all his argueable glory. She grumbled something under her breath before standing up slowly and making her way down.

“Hey, Killian. You seem entergetic.” She tried to play it off cool but her small smile came out strained.

The dark haired male immeditally brightened when he saw the girl and hugged her. She turned immensly red but pulled away once he let go.

“Of course, how could I not be? I-!” He started but was cut off by him noticing something.

The shorter raised a eyebrow and tilted her head slightly. What was his problem??

“Your eyebags are so dark..” He mummbled, stepping closer.

She tensed when he gently ran a hand over her cheek. She was able to get a good look at his eyes, they were so much brighter then hers.

“Have you been staying up again, darling?” The male worried.

Suimuki couldn’t help but feel awful. She didn’t want to worry anyone, espically him. She bit her lip and made a pained expression. It hurt.

It hurt alot.

“Suimuki?” He called her back.

She quickly snapped out of it and looked at him again. Her yellow eyes flicked back and forth, trying to take his messure.

“Sorry, what? Have I been staying up again was the question??” She tried to confrim.

It took her whole will to ignore the swelling in her chest. Why was she so pained all of the sudden??

Why did it hurt so fucking bad?!

Killian simply sighed and pulled away, his hand lingering at her face a little before pulling away. She was so tempted to grab it again and cerish it.

“Yes..” He confrimed, seeming even more concerned.

She looked away before looking back at him. God, his expression was just so…

“Sorry..I’ve just had creative block and my mind has been wandering slightly recently..” She adimitted.

The heterchromdic male grunted in recongition before offering an easy smile.

“Well you don’t look awful of course! You look as pretty as you did when we first met.” He shamelessy flirted.

Her expression immeditally fell to a joking deadpan. Way to switch topics there, Killian.

“You think so? Or are you just that blind?” She blandly questioned, a simper grin on her face.

In reality, a bead of sweat was rolling down her cheek. She would be dammned if she couldn’t at least get him a little embrassed.

It didn’t work..

Instead, the male simply raised an eyebrow and his own grin formed on his face. His expression was throughly amused.

“Oh no, I’m not blind! But I think your trying to make me adimit something??” He answered before questioning.

The female grinned a little more at this, her eye twitching slightly. Motherfucker.

“Huhhhhh’??? I dunno’ what YOUR on but I’m not.” She drawled out before snickering and turning around animatidely.

The fanicer one scoffed and rolled his eyes slightly. The second eldest Lumine’s expression grew at this. Teach em’, Lumine!!

He followed her as she moved to a small work table and leaned over it.

“What are you working on?” He curiously asked.

The mechanic tried not to tense at the proxitmity between the two. It seemed like he didn’t even notice but she was always on edge.

“Well, before you showed up, I was working with everyone else on the electro’ machine. But now I’m working on something else.” She picked up another clipboard that had messy drawings and a list.

It was layout for a new invention. It was actually suposed to be a modifer for Aether’s mobile aid, or mechincal arm.

The casing was suposed to be more suited for them, but not making them litterally cut off blood flow. She also had it so it adjusted to different climates, like being waterproof and being able to take more hits.

“For blondie’?? You seem very giving towards your siblings.” He asked but smiled after.

She shot him a look, blowing out a puff of air. She finished looking over it and snatched something off of the table. It looked like a open braclett.

She also plopped on the ground and propped a knee up as she focused on the barely started invention.

“Did you know that you stick your tongue out when your focused?” The taller questioned.

The golden eyed girl paused for a second. She could feel the corner of her mouth wet, wow, she really did.

She tensed and whipped around, clentching the instrument her hands tighter. Her face was red.

“Y..yeah?? We..Well why are you looking there anyway?!” She snarkly responed.

‘Nailed it.’ Her thoughts whispered towards her, giving her a pat in the back.

Killian only made a half-surprised expression, eyebrows raised.

“I’m just tryin’ to watch you work..relaxxx’..” He answered before drawling out the last word.

She grumbled under her breath and started working again. How annoying. But maybe she should relax around him a little more. Maybe he didn’t like girls who snapped at him half of the time.

Her thought process was cut off by a co-worker walking up to them. More spefically, Iris.

“Oh good god. Come to join the fun, eh?” She blandly spoke, eye twitching when a spark flew off of the thing.

They simply glanced towards the male, waving.

“I guess..I’m boreddd..’” They mummbled before leaning closer and whining.

The black haired girl only made a unimpressed expression.

“What? Why are you looking at me like that?!” The olive colored person whined.

What was with everyone and whining today?! The raven haired male and Suimuki shared a glance.

“Go bother someone else. Not in the mood for it.” She grunted, leaning back forward and narrowing her eyes at the invention.

Mismatched eyes glanced towards it curiously and the others eye twitched when they picked it up. They turned it around in their hands before looking at her.

A nasty scowl rested on her face and her eyes flicked back and forth.

“What’s wrong with you? You seem more moodier then usual.” They questioned, eyebrows furrowing.

She simply sighed deeply and closed her eyes. Don’t let it bother you that much, you’ve been moody for a couple days. Take it out in some other way.

You know which way.

“Nothing! I just want to work in peace..” She placed a tense smile on her face, eye twitching again.

Killian raised an eyebrow again but didn’t say anything. She blinked and Iris sighed and handed it back.

“Here, see you later.” They boredly tossed it back and perked up when they saw someone else.

“Heyyyyy, Reko!~” They jogged over towards the pink-nette.

Suimuki sighed and slumped down further. She was tired. She just wanted to dissapear, what was so wrong with that?? She dobuted her presence would be missed THAT much.

“Seriously, are you okay? You look bothered by something..” The man worried over her.

She blinked at him and squinted, before perking up. That’s right! Didn’t she make him a matching gift??

“Bothered that I forgot to give you your gift? Yeah.” She smoothly answered.

She stummbled up to her feet before placing the invention in her hands down on the table. Then, she ducked under it to pull out a open box. It seemed to be full of scraps but there was something ontop.

“Here it is!~” She cracked her knuckles loudly before picking up the thing.

Killian gaped at it for a few more seconds, before blinking rapdily. The girl died down a little at this.

“What?! I know it’s not as romantic as..as fucking flowers or something but!-!!” She snapped, stomping her one foot slightly.

A stupid grin came onto the others face as he picked up the bear. The plush furr of it was in the color chesnut brown and it had a heart sititched onto its lighter colored stomach.

It’s black, beady eyes reflected his blue and red ones.

“I love it.”

The shorter now blinked a few times, frowning getting whiped off her face. She shifted her eyes back and forth, watching as he squeezed the thing and it made a slight squeak.

“I love it so much! Oh my god-!” He cooed at the stupid thing.

She flinched slightly and her entire face became red. Her mouth rested in a open frown, even though it opened and closed a few times as her throat seized.

It was no where as near as the gifts he got her. He had bought her cakes, coffee, flowers, and books. And she just made him a stupid stuffed bear!

“Seriously??..” She whispered.

The male looked up at her, grinning. She actually relized, she never actually saw him not smile. It was always there, usually tiny or lazy but always there.

“Course’! Anyways, you wanna’ kiss me now or somethin’?” He answered before teasingly asking.

The yellow eyed girls eye twitched and she leaned away. She didn’t get him, she couldn’t figure him out.

“No! Go back to your fanbase uptop..I hope their dying to kiss you.” She denied, scoffing.

The ladder only hummed and watched as she cracked her neck. Something was building inside of her, was it boredem?? She was just itching of something to do with..someone for once.

“Let’s go out.” She turned to him again and blurted out.

The red and blue eyed male blinked slowly before flushing slightly. He looked away very quickly and made a gesture like he was tugging at his collar before it faded away. Instead, he leaned forward and fluttered his eye lashes.

“Buying me dinner first?? How charming.” He inquired before bluntly scoffing.

“You wouldn’t mind if I experminted on you, right?” She mummbled, almost unoticeable.

Unforanately, the male noticed this and blinked. It was true, she did need someone to test out her gadgets, and it wasn’t like they were gaurentted to die.

“Expermient? You mean like, giving me inventions to test out??” He asked.

The inventor unwillingnly tensed at the question and didn’t say anything. In fact, she looked away and made a deep grimnace expression.

“Sure, as long as I don’t die!” He added on.

She whipped back towards him and stared. He held the plushie infront of her with a stupid expression on his face.

“What.” She blankly said.

“I named it Lumine! Cute name, don’t you think?~” He winked at her before sighing and shaking his head.

“Wh-!”

“Anyways, I should be heading back now. Hit me up when your ready to take me out to dinner, yeah?” He slightly dropped the bear so he could lean forward.

Suimuki made a open expression and seized up when he grabbed her cheek and kissed it. The skin immeditally soaked the contact in greedily and she annoyingly flushed again.

“I’ll see you later, love.” He snickered slightly and hoisted the plushie up before smiling and walking away.

The girl stood there, just..stood there for five minutes. She felt weak, and her knees were unstable. She couldn’t hate it, but she couldn’t like it either.

“Lumineeee?’ Are you dead??” A familar voice called back to her.

“Miko, she’s not dead. She’s probably just lost in thought again.” Misery ran a hand through her hair and pinched the bridge of her nose.

The said girl ‘ugh’-ed and pushed the other away.

“Hey!-!” She shook the female’s shoulder slightly.

Dark golden eyes unclouded and snapped towards hers. It was kinda freaky to be honest but it wasn’t anything new.

“We need you, on the machine. Iris fuckin’ exploded something, AGAIN.” She informed her higher-up.

The short haired girl immeditally sprung up at this and nodded quickly. Then, she followed after the two, Misery joining shortly after.

They entered a smaller area and chaos was breaking lose. Nameless other workers panicked and ran around while Iris just watched with a very tense smile on their face.

Suimuki’s eye twitched and walked straight towards them. People still panicking around them but for a different reason.

“I’M GONNA’ BEAT YOUR FUCKING ASS-!!”

Later on, Everyone had retired. The day had went easy, everyone working deligently. The girl shifted slightly as she tinkered with the machine infront of her.

The only sounds that filled was the sounds of Reko tinkering and checking off papers, while Suimuki listened to music with her headphones. Every now and then, she would spare a glance towards them.

Every time they quickly caught her though and she quickly looked away. The mechanical fitting for the arm was coming along quite well, her goggles were actually down on her face for once.

Many people wondered why Suimuki always had them on, this was why. They had basically every function, zooming in and out, better clearness to vision, nightvision and so on. They were her beloved.

“Hey, Suimuki??” The other person in the room called out.

The female didn’t hear her as she further adjusted the headphones on her head. The short haired girl sighed and shook her head. It didn’t matter, she wouldn’t hear her no matter what.

Plus, the question really wasn’t that imporant.

She swipped at something at the desk behind her on a console of sorts, and a huge electronical menu came up. The home screen had a good amount of things you could do as it hovered over the girl in the air.

It atimited a blue glow and she gently tapped on something. A slight ding and electronical sound was greeted with the motion before she looked at something. It was the group app, where people signed in and off for the day.

She typed her name into it and a brighter ding sound was heard before the app shut onself. Reko debated on messing around with the other things but didn’t and pressed the shut off button.

They turned back around and glanced towards their co-worker again. She was currently rubbing her eyes and pinching the bridge of her nose, probably frustrated.

They frowned, they really wished that she wouldn’t push herself so hard. From the way she always stood, body always slack but tensing up at sudden movements. They geniuley felt bad.

The pink haired girl sighed and quickly left. The left alone girl also sighed and adjusted her posture slightly. The song ‘head like a hole’ by nine inch nails started playing and her fingers drummed along to the bet to the song.

She should have been focused, but she wasn’t. She looked around the working space, on the opposite wall it had posters of bands. Kind of odd for a mechanic workshop but no one really cared.

Her golden eyes glanced back down towards the gadget in her hands. She scoffed in slight annoyance and tossed it aside, honestly, why was she making gifts for people??

If anything, shouldn’t she be making things for herself?? People always thought she was greedy anyways..

She placed her mouth in a lopsided expression as she burried her head slightly in between her elbows. Fucking annoying. After all, she just wanted to be netural, not deal with fucking emotions.

“Damnit.” She hissed, feeling annoyance become more and more prevelent.

She needed something to put her hands on. Something to hurt, she didn’t care who or what it was!! Hell, it could be Nari’s or Killian’s throats and she wouldn’t care. It was just..some way to get out the emotion!!

She would rather burn in hell fire then openly talk about her overly strong influxes of emotions. There was no way to describe it, just a chord being strangled and being tugged on.

Her right eye twitched and she fastly glanced towards a drawer. The inventors black rimmed eyes spun as she fixated on if before reaching a hand out and opening it.

Her left hand twitched eagerly when it saw the blade hidden in there. Surprisng, really that no one had found it yet expect for her.

She grabbed it in-between already bandaged fingers and brung it closer. It was rusted, certianely not safe for cutting into flesh. Did she care though? No.

Not at all.

Needless to say, when the mechanic didn’t show up at all for atleast three days straight for breakfest, lunch, OR DINNER, everyone was a little concerned.

And the werid thing was, she wouldn’t let anyone in her lab. Not even the people who worked in that department! There was always some slight humming noise and occansily the voice of her that would remind people she was still in there and alive.

The white haired girl sighed deeply and dived deeper into the couch.

“What should we exactly DO Akari?? She’s not letting ANYONE in!! Even fucking KILLIAN-..” Hiraeith crossed her arms and leaned to the side.

The heterochromdia eyed girl only scowled deeper and pinched the bridge of her nose. Honestly, what could they do?? The second eldest Lumine had moments like this before, the longest she had lasted was two fucking weeks.

And then when she finally came out, a massive fight broke out. Mainly between Jin and her, the older trying to express their concern while the yellow eyed girl just stood there with a look on her face.

“What do you want me to do here, Hira’? I can’t just bardge in. I don’t even know her passwrod, she changed it, remeber?” The older reminded.

The ladder scowled and tightening her fingers. Of course she remebered, her sister had even said so herself.

“Yeah I know! But can’t you just get fucking- I don’t know, Summer to hack into her malware and fetch it?!” She frustradtingly tripped over her words.

Akari sighed again and swiflty stood up from the couch. Hiraeith wasn’t thinking striaght, obvious by the tone in her voice. Was three days really that much to worry about??

It wasn’t like the eldest Adachi wasn’t worried, she was. But again, this wasn’t the first time this had happened.

“Plus, doesn’t she atleast open the god damn door for Killian?! She didn’t even respond when he showed up!” The electro eyed girl pointed out.

Despite her better judgement, the older female could feel her annoyance rising. The immortal was overly worried, and overthinking things. It was usually understandable..

But come ON!!!

The long haired girl turned towards the black-nette with a fixed look. Not nessacasically mad, no, just kind of peved.

“Hiraeith, I get your concerned, your siblings for gods sake. But I litterally can’t do anything, you know she isn’t dead. And you know that she isn’t going to fucking explode or blow the place up.” She came a little closer.

She also hesitated on doing something but did it anyway. She grabbed the purple eyed girls jaw and swiflty moved her fingers to grab her chin.

The younger seemed somewhat surprised, maybe even a little flustered. And no, Akari wasn’t doing this to be a tease or flirt, she was just doing it to make her look at well..her.

“Trust me. I’ve been in this orgnazation with Suimuki for years now. I like to think I have her figured out a little.” She tried to reassure.

Her eyes flicked back and forth and the other did the same. Eventually, Hiraeith sighed and pulled away from the touch.

“Since when have you been so charming?? Hell, maybe even more then Suimuki.” She sarcastically questioned, leaning back.

The white-nette blinked a few times at this before smiling a little. Almost bashfully as it were, but didn’t say anything.

“Yo, guys!! C’mere!” Astro beckoned the two of them to shuffle over to her.

The said pair shot each other a look but came closer anyway. The Lumine sibling had a unimpressed look on her face while the Adachi sibling raised an eyebrow.

“What’s up this time, genius?“ The short haired girl snarked out.

The yellow eyed girl erked at her but didn’t say anything. Instead, she leaned aganist the table and closed her eyes with a casual smile on her face.

“Suimuki came out of her room.” She dropped.

The shorter two both choked on air, the black haired one more violently.

She snickered slightly at both of their reactions before sighing.

“I’m just fucking with you, she didn’t.” They breathed out.

Hiraeith went dead silent and pressed her lips into a firm line. It was kind of freaky, to be honest. It didn’t even look like she was breathing.

“That’s so not fucking funny. Go choke on a tit.” She hissed, harshly slapping their arm.

The middle child grunted at the force and blinked a few times. The immortal girl had already walked away, obviously pissed. Akari turned towards her.

“That’s a dick move, Astro.” She dissapontingly said.

The sister sighed deeply and looked away akwardly. She didn’t think that little miss ‘wild walker’ would be so offended.

“I thought it was funny…” She mummbled.

The blue and red eyed female deadpanned and leaned slightly towards the side they were on.

“Of course you did. Your Astro.” She spat.

“FUCK YOU-!”

Suimuki stressly combed through her unruly hair. Her eyebags were absoutetly awfully and Jin of Hiraeith would probably freak if they saw her.

What had brought this on?? She glanced towards her left arm which was completly bandaged. Damnit.

She jolted slightly when someone knocked on her metal door.

“Lumine?? It’s me, Jin! Please let me in..” A familar light voice weighed with emotion.

She scowled slightly and propped her tired body aganist the desk. She was fucking fine, could people stop worrying about her?!

“I’m not dead Jinera! Go back to work!” She hissed in response.

How annoying. She glanced back down to her bandages, her eye twitching. God, not this emotion again. She shifted uncomfortablly.

“Suimuki please!” The older knocked again.

You know what?? Fine. She wanted to fucking see her sister that badly?!

Fucking fine.

The black-nette stalked over to the door and agressivly typed in the password. The door slowly raised but Jin ducked and entered quickly and the other slammed it shut after.

“Fucking what??” She whipped around towards the white-nette and glared extremely harshly.

God, the annoyance was rising again. Her fingers twitched and a tinge of hysertia and stress was collapsing under each other.

Meanwhile, the yellow and red eyed person looked over her. She had extremely dishelved hair, and sunken eyes. She also had a sweaty posture, like she was losing it.

A nasty scowl was placed on her face and her smaller left eye seemed even more dialated. Her googles were sideways, not to mention the thin bandages around both of her arms.

“God, you look like hell.” Was all they could say.

The inventor’s eye twitched a couple times and she backed away.

“What the actual fuck do you want. I shouldn’t have opened the door for you.” She demanded, staring them down.

Her thoughts were just of pure anger. Why couldn’t people just leave her in fucking peace for once?! This was the one time where she could get some actual work done and not be pestured!! Not by stupid boys, not fucking family, and certianely not fucking FRIENDS.

“Everyones worried about you-!” He wasn’t even able to finish.

“Oh shut upppp’!! I don’t need your fucking annoying concern! And..and I cerntainely don’t need your fucking emotions!” The shorter snapped.

The taller of the two blinked before making a confused expression. His eyebrows pulled together and his mouth sat in a open frown.

“Can’t I just be fucking left alone?! God, sometimes I wish that I was the only person here!” She contuined, feet unstable.

Was this what some would call losing it?? A mental breakdown?? Maybe it was, so what?

“Suimuki..what’s wrong?..” The older sister asked.

The yellow eyed girl scoffed out a harsh laugh. She stummbled a little before laughing harder and placing a hand in her hair.

“What’s wrong?! Did you not listen to anything I just said!? Everything’s wrong! I need to find something actually worth while that isn’t you people!” The mechanic lamented.

“People don’t actually give a fuck about me. They only care about how pretty I am..it’s so fucking stupid!! Everyone overlooks my fucking work for what it is!!” She contuined.

Meanwhile, the ladder stood in shock. He never thought this was actually what went through her head. Sure, she had problems, everyone knew that.

The long haired girl looked towards her bandages. It reminded her of what her arms looked like in highschool, oddly simalair.

“I hate this fucking-FEELING inside ME. I don’t know what it is, anger, hatered, jeslousy?? You all act so casual but I can’t! Not under this constant pressure Akari and everyone else depends on!!” She grasped harder at her hair and her eyes shook.

The older sibling reached a hesiatant hand out but didn’t do anything. Honestly, they knew Suimuki was stressed. She always was working throughout the early mornings but to think she would collapse?? No one really thought about it.

It geniuley was kind of everyone’s fault. People requested inventions and updates to things from her all the time. It was hard NOT to feel bad for her.

“Don’t even THINK about fucking apologizing to me-!” She stopped them with a airy laugh, tilting her head back. “It won’t help anyone, plus I know you don’t mean it. God, why am I even venting to someone like you?! I know you probably think I’m insane. Espically after..” She trailed off.

Espically after their home life. Espically after all the stuff she had endured while Jin looked on. She wanted to help but she never could. Because..Because she was scared.

That emotion was overatered anyways, Suimuki didn’t feel fear. She acted on logic and the muffled emotions she did have. Stupid.

“Suimuki, you know that’s not true..try to breathe..everyone does care about you..” The suit wearing sister carefully said.

Golden, angry eyes now shining with unshed tears got even more angry.

“No!! YOU KNOW THAT FUCKING ISN’T TRUE!! BECAUSE IF YOU ALL DID CARE THEN I WOULDN’T HAVE TO LASH OUT LIKE THIS!! OR YOU WOULD ATLEAST HAVE THE MOTHERFUCKING GUTS TO ACT HOW I’M DOING!!” She yelled while making wild hand gestures.

She was scaring Jin, she knew that. Yet a sarcastic, and bitter smile wanted to form on her face. Was she losing it?? Was this it of her sanity?

“I CAN’T EVER DO WHAT I WANT TO DO-AHAHA- AND..And it’s funny because..hahaa..you all think I’m a know-it-all..and that’s what everyone relies on..and of course..my looks apparently..” She hoarsely laughed.

The dark mage only frowned deeper. She wasn’t stupid, she knew the other probably hurt herself. It was something she did when she didn’t know how to deal with emotion.

“Just go away..” She begged.

She seemed to be a little more calmer, however, more sad instead of angry. Her body was shaking slightly and her eyes seemed to fixated on the floor.

“Do you..seriously want me to do that? I have a feeling it’s the opposite..” The older asked.

The short haired girl paused. She looked quickly towards the other before looking back down.

The white-nette blinked before moving closer. The yellow eyed girl flinched when they geniuley grabbed her and hugged her.

Her body tensed but slowly relaxed as she seemed to suck in tears. She was still shaking while Jin tightened their arms around her.

It had been a month, since Suimuki had locked herself up. Nobody cared anymore, however they were all overjoyed to see her when she came out of her room or lab a week later.

Today was actually halloween, and well..

CHAOS IS WHAT.

“Jin, stop congureing zombies!! Your tormenting the other people down here!” Akari scolded.

The second eldest Lumine just watched her sibling stick his tongue out at her. Every year, the down-dwellers under the city of New order came together and decked out the whole place for october.

Orange was practically everywhere, and cheap costumes were worn by multiple people. The long haired white-nette sharply poked the other on the shoulder. She slightly turned and looked at him.

“What??” She inquired.

She noticed that his normal, white and black suit or outfit was traded out for a black and red one. It had a red button up and a long black coat along with a red gem necklace and shoes.

Their hair was also more curly then usual and slightly dishelved but it looked nice.

“Your boyfriend and his fuckin’ spectoral friends are here! He’s been looking around for you for like-five minutes!” They had a shit-eating grin on their face as they slightly leaned towards her.

The shorter erked slightly and pushed them away by their face. They laughed slightly and stummbled before waving someone down and rushing in that direction.

Suimuki looked around slightly, for Killian. And then, spotted him. She walked down from the set of stairs infront of the home building and into the large crowd of people roaming the streets.

“Killian!!” She called out.

The said male whipped around, his male friends shooting him a look. His eyes darted around before landing on the girl. He smiled and made his way towards her.

“Hey, you. Happy early brithday.” He breathed out.

“Ugh, who told you??” She scoffed out, he didn’t know when her brithday was because she hadn’t told him.

“Whattttt?’ You think I don’t know it off of my head?!” He drawled out, faking ofense.

The black-nette simply pinched the bridge of her nose before looking past him. There were around three other males there. All tall.

“Oh, your friends?” She questioned, glancing towards him.

A male with crimson hair, curly and somewhat messy smiled. He had dark green eyes and small freckles around his face.

“And you must be the infamous Suimuki Lumine. It’s a pleasure to met you.” He greeted.

The golden eyed girl only blinked in surprise. It wasn’t too shocking he knew about her, Killian probably ran his mouth about her.

She turned slightly and shot him a look, he only whistled slightly and looked away.

“Yep, that’s me! What’s your name??” She placed a hand in her hair while one held her hip.

He only seemed to smile more at this and placed a hand out towards her. She tried not to recoil, it was obvious he wasn’t trying to touch her. Untheless, her body gave a small jolt and she mummbled something.

“The name’s Ren, no last name given. Though, I wouldn’t mind if it was yours, Lumine is a very pretty last name.~” He flashed a closed eyed smile.

The female’s entire body froze up and her mouth hung open a little. What the fuck?! That was so smooth, talk about un-fucking-fair!

“Booo, get the fuck out of here.” A male with sliverish hair booed him before pushing the crimson haired one out of the way.

Suimuki raised an eyebrow at this with a small, amused smile on her face. The new boy, infront of her had greyish, blue eyes. He had simaliar type hair to the other man, just different colors.

“Sorry? What’s your name?” She skeptically questioned.

He smiled, again simliar to the other man. There was no way these two WEREN’T related.

“Saeran, nice to meet you.” He actually reached out and shook her hand by her wrist more of it.

His sliver eyes flicked down to her bandages, his own rough fingers lightly grazing the material. She seemed to be taken aback, face a little more red but not as red as Ren had made it.

She moved her hand back and smiled nervously. She looked towards the last person.

“Hi, My name’s Mikan.” He introduced.

He defentily had the most..ecentric clothes on. She also had a good guess that he was atleast japense or Koeran.

“I like your clothes, traditonal kamino?” She asked.

It obviously was, with red and black tones. It was formally tied, so he obviously knew what he was doing. He also had sandals on.

“Yep! Random guess, I’m assuming your koeran?” He asked back, a gentle smile on his face.

The inventor smiled back and nodded. Then, she turned towards Killian.

“Sooo..wanna’ hit up the infamous, famous haunted house? Jin’s the one who created it.” She asked.

The taller smiled widely and nodded eagerly. She couldn’t help but wonder why he was so eager?

“Yep! Even some people from uptop have heard from it! I reallyyyy’ wanna’ see what your like when your..scared.” He cheered before suddenly half-lidding his eyes and very lightly touching her face.

She completly tensed and her face heated up. Her mouth was in a open expression and she sweat-dropped. Jesus..

“Ugh!” She grumbled, moving away and practically skrining.

Two of the other male friends snickered slightly at her reaction. While one of them raised an eyebrow, curious.

“We went on a haunted house ride ONCE and you’ve been obessed with making me scared again since forever!” She leaned towards him, not on purpose.

The heterochromdia male simply laughed before grabbing her by the arm. His fingers dug slightly into the bandaged but she didn’t say anything.

“Come on, now! Don’t you wanna’ spend time with me??” He questioned.

The short haired girl simply sighed. Both of them started walking off and not paying any mind to the other friends.

“Stupid lovebirds.” Ren grumbled, jealous.

Saeran shot him a look with a lopsided grin on his face.

“Did she really stoke your intrest that much, brother?” He asked.

The older didn’t reply as he walked straight past him and towards the duo. The two others followed shortly after.

“Ack-!” Suimuki whispered when someone screaming ran straight past her.

Everyone’s head turned behind her, watching the person speed run. When the female turned back to her male compainon, his head was also turned in that direction. But he had a completly different look on his face.

“That’s gonna’ be youuuuu’, Suimuki!~” He teased, having a exicted and bright look on his face.

The said girl rolled her eyes at his teasing and perked up when the Haunted house in all its glory showed up. It was a pretty large building, another abadoned one. People didn’t really like to go in there because of all the stories they heard.

Stupid, she had been in there a few times and nothing had happened. Maybe that’s why Jin picked it, because of the stories.

There was a line, pretty long infront of them and Killian dragged his friends up to stand with the rest of them. Her yellow eyes could make out a few familar faces out of the crowd, Akari, Astro, Mars, hell, even Hiraeith!

Speaking of, Hiraeith took her swell ol’ time walking up to her older sister. She flashed a tense smile at the rest of her friends before tugging Suimuk down closer.

“This whole idea is stupid!! Can’t believe Akari actually allowed Jin to host one of these again..” She scoffed.

The older sister only gave the other a pat on the back. This made her yelp and stummbed forward.

“You and her are working hard though, right?” She asked.

Hiraeith sighed and rolled her shoulder, she glanced towards someone and tensed. She seemed way more rushed at whatever the other person did.

“Oh..yeah yeah!! Uh-um have fun!!” She stummbled ver her words before rushing off.

The slightly taller girl sighed and shook her head, a relaxed smile on her face. The line had moved throughout their conversation. Now they were pretty close to the entrance.

When the mechanic took a lazy sweep over the area, she saw a few people wave at her. Hell, some people even had their phones out.

“Oh no, not fancams!” Killian humoursly nudged her.

She turned back towards him and deadpanned, slightly scowling. The man only shot her a amused look.

That was it, the group inhead of them entered the building. The group of five stepped slightly carefully up the stairs and near the person waiting to give the signal. Suimuki had never seen this person before.

They were standing infront of the door, an easy-going grin on their face. She was about to blurt out ‘Iris?’ but she was sure it wasn’t them.

“What’s up, Lumine? Ready to scream and cling onto your boyfriend?~” The unfamilar voice mocked.

Again, she didn’t know who this stranger was. But if they were going to talk, then she would play along.

“Pretty sure it’s going to be the otherway around. Espically if Jin summons a head on a stick.” She pittly reminded.

Killian scoffed while the rest snickered behind him.

“Please, they jumped out at me! Plus, I’m pretty sure they were convinced I was your boyfriend. So it would explain why they were so exicted to meet me.” He brushed off.

The black haired girl simply shuffled away from him a little and scrunched her nose. She looked back towards the person infront of them, their smile planted on their face. It seemed to widen when they turned their head and got a signal.

“Alrighttt’ you guys, have funnnn’..~” They drawled out.

They winked at the shorter but she completly missed it. Killian was the one to walk in first, then her, then Ren, then the other two almost tied. For some strange reason, she still had that nervous twinge inside of her.

‘No way!’ She thought. ‘Just keep someone talking and you’ll be fine.’

She swore to every god she knew she heard a sixth pair of voices snicker and giggle almost past her hearing.

“What is this spectoral bullshit.” She scoffed out, tje addition of voices helping her.

It didn’t seem to help Killian though, as his body jolted. She halted for a second, blinking a few times in surprise before muting a laugh.

“No way, did you just flinch?? Are you really that on edge??” She snarkly questioned, a somewhat wide grin breaking out on her face.

Finally!! Finally she had something to mess with him about!

“Shhh-!” The taller suddenly whipped around and shushed her.

The inventor always had a thing for whispering voices. They made her nervous, espically in the knees. Maybe it was the sudden proximity that you had to be to whisper.

Anyways, she scowled and grumbled something under her breath.

It sounded like Ren Or Searan fucking up and died or something. The sliver haired male making a harsh hushing noise towards the other.

“Boo!” The Lumine sibling almost screamed, voice getting caught in her throat though.

A stupid, fucking person in a old milatariys uniform had popped out at them. Laughing at the girls violent reaction, Ren joining in.

“Oh my god!! That was so cute!” He cooed towards her.

She glared over her shoulder, throughly embrassed. Her shoulders now seized up by her ears didn’t relax fully as they contuined through it.

A few other cheap jumpscares later, they were in what seemed to be the main part of the attraction. Suimuki heard faint giggling again and softly groaned.

“Can she hear us?!” A happy, yet still teenage sounding voice asked.

The other tried not to make a face that would give her away, but it seemed like they noticed.

“She made a face, she obviously can! A human who can hear us, can she see us??” The same voice cheered before wondering further.

The pair of five stopped when the door to the room they were making their way through slammed closed. Yeah, that’s defentily normal.

“Ah shit-!” Mikan cursed before glancing back at the group who where now all facing the door.

“Is thay suposed to happen???” Saeran asked, curious.

The male closetest to the female shook his head. The black-nette couldn’t hear what he was saying because she was too curious on the spectoral voices coming closer.

“Yikes, Jin’s not gonna’ be happy about that one!” A different voice, yet more male and childish sounding hissed.

“Sorry, sorry! We just got curious! This is her sister, after alllll’..” The more feminine voice light-heartedly apologized.

The two pair of voices seemed to swirl around the girl. And then..

“FUCKING!!-!!” She let out a quite loud yelp, not a scream, but close enough.

You see, she had felt a touch on the back of her neck. And could’ve sworn she felt someone hug her from behind.

Everyone’s heads whipped towards her and she actually screamed this time when she saw a different set of eyes. Bright red ones, but the rest of their body hidden in the shadows along with their figure.

The door immeditally open at that, Suimuki rushing out and finding a way out. She heard laughing, probably coming from a dozen people when she finally slammed her way out the exit door.

Killian, and the three others were all huddled together, full out mocking at her fright. She bent into a upright position and tapped her fingers aganist her arm.

“What the fuck scared you so bad?! The door?!” Mikan snickered out, laughing afterwards.

Her right eye twitched at that and the open frown on her face deepened. Her eyes flickered back and forth.

“I swear I saw and heard something..” She grunted.

More laughter greeted this claim as the group made their way, not fully, but somewhere outside of the haunted house area.

“That was probably just Ren’s loud ass breathing.” Killian stuck his tongue out at the crimson-nette.

The said boy mocked offense at this as the two started bickering back and forth. Mikan and the other boy watching amused, making a snide comment here and there.

The shortest of the group also watched, more comforted. Sure, she was still a little freaked out about what had happened. But it was nice to be around people..

Laughter of the make group filled her ears and she now only relized they were walking while she was standing still..

“Suimuki!! Get over here!” The dark haired male, her closer friend beckoned, walking backwards and making a come here motion.

She snapped out of it, quickly shaking her head. She manged to make her feet move at a slow jogging pace as she called something back.

“Coming!!” And her feet took her straight towards them.

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valentine girl - shuntaro chishiya

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Word Count: 1.5k

Summary: y/n kano is not a fan of valentines day, but despite being born on the day of hearts herself a miracle happens and for 13 days, she keeps receiving presents from a mysterious admirer

Tags: medtechstudent!femalereader, bestfriend!kuina, oldersister!mira, olderbrother!gamon

Taglist: @ahahawowwwwww @chishiyaslosthoodie @jnrenner @dorizone @bangtannie7

day 1:

Sitting in a table for two with Kuina near the window at a coffee shop near your school during your five hour break, the waiter suddenly walked towards your table, holding a small wooden tray before placing down a small plate of a sliced strawberry shortcake and a cup of iced coffee on top of the table.

"Oh we didn't ordered that" Y/N said, Kuina lifted her head up to look at the waiter as well.

"No worries, a customer paid for it and said to give it to the one wearing a uniform and sitting near the window." He said, nervously gulping as if what he did was a crime.

Realizing that you're wearing your uniform and is seated at the exact description, you smiled at the waiter in front of you. "Thank you!"

As the waiter walked away, Kuina smiles teasingly at you. "Are you not telling me something?"

Immediately Y/N shook her head. "I don't even know who ordered this for me." Slightly turning her body around to look behind her, no one looked suspicious as to who would get this for her.

day 2:

Though it was only noon, Y/N felt her energy depleting. The previous class drained all of her energy away even though she just sat at her usual seat, absorbing all the information her professor kept feeding them while highlighting all the important notes in her hand out. When her professor gave them a fifteen minute break, Y/N trudged her way out, heading up to the rooftop to get some fresh air, enjoying the breeze that swept pass her.

Going back down to her room, Y/N noticed a can of coffee and cookies on top of her desk. Along with it came a sticky note on the cookies.

"Don't be too hard on yourself"

day 3:

Y/N sighed as she looked down at her hands. They were getting dry from the cold weather and Y/N barely had time for herself as her requirements kept piling up on her. Frowning to herself, she held her hands together and reminded herself that before she would head home, she'd have to stop by a beauty shop to buy hand creams.

Though it was still early in the morning, Y/N greeted back a few of her friends from different departments as they passed her by. Her feet stopped in front of her locker, right hand fishing the key out and unlocking it, to her surprise, a pink colored box laid on top of her notebooks. Taking the gift into her hands, the pink colored box is a peach scented hand cream from a known beauty brand.

"I hope you like the scent of peach" Read the note taped on top of the box.

day 4:

Y/N couldn't attend to her classes yesterday, having both a headache and a runny nose, on top of that, her body felt too heavy for her to move. But today, she felt much better than yesterday and finally attended her class.

Running to get her things inside her locker, another note laid on top of her notebooks.

"Don't be too hard on yourself today" Were the words etched on the white purple, along with a drawing of a cat. Smiling to herself, Y/N turned her head to look both left and right to see if anyone else was in sight. But she was all alone.

day 5:

"Has your guardian angel gotten you anything today?" Kuina asks as she sat beside Y/N, the two of them eating ice cream at the nearest parlor near her university.

"Guardian angel?" Y/N chuckled softly, somewhat finding the nickname Kuina gave her secret admirer cute.

"I figured I should call this person your guardian angel because he seems to always come to your rescue based on your stories" Kuina grins, scooping up and taking a bite on her cup of cookie dough flavored ice cream.

As the two of them kept their conversation going, the waitress walked up to their table. "Is any of you named Y/N?"

Y/N raised her hand. "That's me!"

The waitress smiled and handed her a cup of strawberry ice cream. "Someone who loves you bought this for you!"

Y/N could feel her cheeks heating up, silently thanking the waitress before placing the cup of ice cream on their table.

day 6:

Y/N looked down at her desk and noticed the chocolate bar along with another drawing of cat. She smiled to herself and sat down on her seat, taking the chocolate bar and placing it inside her bag, keeping the note and safely tucking it inside the pages of her journal.

day 7:

Y/N developed a habit of opening her locker, excited to see if her guardian angel has given her anything.

As Y/N was walking back to her classroom, she couldn't help but make a detour and visit her locker. An excited smile painting her lips as she happily skipped her way, and upon opening her locker, she noticed a box of green grape juice along with another drawing of a cat.

day 8:

It was only midday yet Y/N's mood went down when she failed a test she studied hard for. When her professor left, she felt like crying. Standing up from her desk, she ran out of the room and cried inside the girls' restroom. 'It's only a number, grades don't define you' she told herself when she stopped crying.

Returning back to the classroom when there was a few minutes left before the next class, Y/N's tired eyes widened as she saw aloe vera scented facial tissues and another drawing of a cat on her desk. She was about to ask the class who gave it her, but her next professor suddenly came in.

day 9:

Upon placing the pack of jelly worms inside her bag, Y/N took out a sticky note and sticked it on her locker.

"Thank you for the gifts!" She scribbled down on the purple paper, closing her locker, she hoped that her guardian angel would respond to her note.

day 10:

Y/N went left home a little irritated. One, she only had four hours of sleep and found out that she no longer has coffee inside the fridge. Second, her older sister Mira, grew curious and kept pestering her who her admirer. And third, Gamon ate the cupcake she was reserving for herself.

But all Y/N's irritation faded away when she opened her locker and found a bottle of vanilla latte, a bar of expensive chocolate and a note inside her locker. Picking up the note, it said:

"You're cute. And I can't deny you."

day 11:

Y/N's throat suddenly felt dry and started coughing loudly inside the classroom. Embarrassed, she left her classroom and decided to go to the infirmary for help. Unluckily, the nurses were occupied to accomodate her and told her to hydrate herself. Sighing, Y/N decided to stop by her locker, in the hopes that her guardian angel would have gotten her something.

And to her surprise, a pack of orange flavored cough curing candies were placed on top of her folder. A smile immediately lit her lips but her eyes widened.

The pack of curing candies were warm.

day 12:

When classes eneded at 9pm, Y/N couldn't wait to go home. She was about to take the night train but her older brother Gamon texted her that he would pick her up with the promise of taking her on a pre birthday dinner. Y/N is already looking forward to that.

Opening her locker, Y/N was surprised to see a pink heart shaped lollipop keychain inside. She smiled at the surprise, loving the design of the keychain.

day 13:

Before her supposed lunch date with Kuina, Y/N excitedly ran towards her locker. Immediately taking out her key and unlocking it, she was surprised to see a stuffed cat plushie staring right back at her.

Putting her locker's key inside her pocket, she took the cat and gently cradled it into her arms as if it was real.

day 14:

To: Y/N

Let's have dinner, the three of us together tonight! ♥ 8:50am

From: Mira

Y/N knew she's supposed to be happy today, but seeing couples everywhere made her feel jealous. She wanted a boyfriend too, and what a great way to start your birthday for feeling jealous. But that didn't mattered, she reminded herself. Her guardian angel wouldn't let her down. Her guardian angel probably has a gift for her waiting inside her locker already!

But as Y/N arrived her university and stopped by her locker, there was no gift inside.

Bummed by the feeling that even her guardian angel let her down, Y/N's mood really dropped and this birthday would probably be the worst birthday of her life.

As Y/N opened the doors of the classroom to her first class, she was surprised to see her classmate, Chishiya, standing in front of her desk, holding a bouquet of red roses with bars of her favorite chocolate tucked inside the bouquet.

For a moment, Y/N couldn't feel her legs nor her feet, as if they refused to move from her spot.

But Chishiya softly smiled and walked up to her, handing her the bouquet of red roses in his hands. "You caught me."

#aib chishiya #chishiya shuntaro #aib fanfic #aib x reader #aib x you #chishiya imagine #chishiya alice in borderland #imawa no kuni no alice #chishiya x reader #chishiya x y/n #chishiya fic #chishiya fanfic #alice in borderland imagine #ima wa no kuni no alice

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ghostgothgeek · 4 years

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Map of Amity Park

So I did a bunch of research and traced over the map the GIW had in DCMH and extended it to try and build a map of Amity Park. I also paid close attention to locations and places named in canon. I am by no means an artist, map maker, photoshop pro, or civil engineer; I just wanted a general reference map for the phandom to use.

Here is where I place Amity Park. We know AP isn’t in Michigan or Wisconsin, but is most likely a day drive away from Madison (Bitter Reunions). AP is a decent sized city of itself, so I can see it being an outskirt of a large city like Chicago. Lancer mentions the Northwestern Testing, and Northwestern University is in Evanston, IL, which is why I placed it where it is.

LIST OF PLACES (in great detail):

Every city needs it’s basic services: energy supply, water supply, sewage, and trash/recycling. These of course are located more on the edge of the city, as they need a large amount of space and are typically isolated.

I placed a local airport in the city as well. Typically you would fly out of one of Chicago’s airports anyway, but private planes (Vlad, Mansons, etc.) can take off and land here.

University of Amity Park is located at the north side of the city, and is home to a Nasty Burger location, an LGBT Center, and is probably near a gas station. The blocks surrounding the campus are more student housing.

Near the University, we have the Science Center, Axion Labs, a Mental Institute, and the Museum, as a lot of research from the University would go into those places.

In the more isolated areas, we have the Penitentiary, the abandoned North Mercy Hospital, and the GIW Headquarters.

The Zoo is located on the north side of the park and is also close to the University for research purposes.

The Observatory is also located in a more isolated area, so you can actually see the stars without a bunch of light pollution.

Going into the center of town, where most things are actually located:

A community college, which is near the internet cafe where Danny and Tucker play games, a gas station, a liquor store, a thrift shop, a Planned Parenthood, Java Jive (the coffee shop), a tech store, and a gym.

We also have a shoe store, the hunting goods store and Guitar Palace that Skulker and Ember take over in Reign Storm, the U-Ship Box Store the Box Ghost takes over, a barber and a hardware store.

There is a hair salon, tanning salon, and nail salon, where Paulina frequents. There is also Elmer’s Pharmacy, a dentist office, a law office, the TV repair store, butcher shop, and pet store (which we see next to each other in an episode), a toy store, and a vet office.

Government buildings include City Hall, a public library, a court house, a DMV, a bus station (for all mass transit in the city), a community center (likely where town halls are located and other smaller events; Ida plays bingo here every week), and a retirement home.

There is also the post office, Amity Park Fire Department, a bank, the 24K Jewelry shop, a nearby ice cream shop, and another Nasty Burger location (this is the one right by Casper High that the trio usually hangs at). Also an animal shelter, a grocery store, and a pizza joint.

Education: there is a preschool and daycare, the elementary school, a playground/park, the middle school (yes, a Beetlejuice reference), and Casper High. Casper High campus also has the track, a fieldhouse, and the football field.

Moving towards Amity Park Mall:

Bucky’s Music Mega Store, an apartment complex, Amity Park Police Department, a bookstore, doctor clinic, gas station, a Denny’s (where Phight Club happens), Material Grill restaurant, the mini golf course and bowling alley, Freddy Fazbear’s (which is actually a horror video game, but here it’s a kids pizza place like Chuck E. Cheese), a furniture store, a party supply store, and the movie theater (which is Marmel’s Multiplex 22, Amity Park Multiplex, and Googolplex Cinemas...it seems that they go to the same movie theater throughout the series and the names just change, or these could also be other movie theaters in the area (like near the college campus). I just picked Multiplex 22 cause it sounded very mall-y).

Along the interstate, there’s a pawn shop, a publishing house (which somehow prints all 5 of Amity Park’s newspapers), a homeless shelter, the diner, Safe House Motel, a laundromat, the 89¢ Store (a nod to Fanning the Flames), and the car dealership.

Also near the mall is Amity Arena, which hosts concerts, sports events, and other large entertainment events. There is a hotel near both the arena and the hospital (the one that isn’t abandoned and haunted). Towards the outskirts of the hospital, there’s a trailer park; north a few blocks is the TV station, where News 4 is headquartered. There’s also a construction site near Amity Arena, but that kinda went out the window when Undergrowth hit.

On the other side of town, we have:

A-Mart, a convenience store. I named it like this because it can be like an offshoot of KMart, but A for Amity!

Floody Waters, right off the interstate.

North of Floody Waters, East of Casper High, we have the main residences: the Foley household and only a couple blocks away is Fenton Works.

There’s also another gas station and the Amity Park Radio Station nearby. There’s also a private school near ultra posh Polter Heights, but the A-Listers attend Casper High because the private school doesn’t have a football or cheerleading team.

Moving into Polter Heights and the surrounding area:

The Polter Heights Golf Course and Country Club are exclusive to those in the neighborhood, as well as their private neighborhood pool; members only.

The Mayor’s Mansion (eventually Vlad’s) is located in here too.

All of the A-Listers’ houses are of course in this neighborhood, as well as Val’s previous residence and the Fenton’s temporary mansion from Living Large (which is of course right next door to Vlad, but with some distance, because the rich are always socially distancing with their big houses).

Polter Heights is adjacent to a bunch of farmland (this is the midwest, we like cows and stuff), and there is a church close by as well.

Just outside Polter Heights is the Manson Mansion (with Sam’s greenhouse). Lucky for Sam, the Skulk and Lurk Books and an occult shop are just down the street. The Manson residence is also near a funeral home and graveyard (how did Sam get so lucky? Oh, because I love her), a synagogue, Mario’s restaurant, and a dry cleaners.

We get more spacious as we get away from the center of town!

Along the shore of Lake Eerie, there are the docks which are home to many warehouses, including the mattress factory.

Also along the shoreline, there is a pier which doubles as an amusement park (think kinda like Navy Pier in Chicago in comparison) and alongside the pier is the public beach area.

Camp Skull and Crossbones is located on the other side of Lake Eerie, and the fishing area is more on the north side of the lake. Lake Eerie is not one of the Great Lakes, it’s just its own thing in Amity Park.

Back towards the park, we have event grounds space, which is where Circus Gothica is located, as well as the Meet Swap and flea market. Basically whatever rotating event hits town, it comes right here. Just next door is a theatre (for music, opera, Broadway, etc.). There is also the third and final Nasty Burger location in AP.

This is all surrounding the actual park Amity Park, which has a pond, a big fountain, and also hosts that really big hill that overlooks City Hall.

On the south side, across the bridge and over the interstate is Elmerton, where Val currently is resided.

All the other blocks are filled with more office buildings, apartment complexes, houses, and businesses, but all of the main places are already listed and placed.

Finally, yes, I did name some places for myself and my friends because they’re great and they deserve it. These include Steph’s (mine) Occult Shoppe, Nick’s Liquor Emporium (@ecto-american), Lexx R Us Toystore (@lexosaurus and appropriately named after the Lexxpocalypse), Laz’s Law Offices LLC (@kinglazrus), Dee’s Dentistry (@qlinq-qhost), Lily’s Looks Thrift Store (@dannyphantomisameme), Ceci’s Funeral Home (@ceciliaspen), Vic’s Amusement Park (@babypop-phantom), and Reverie Books (@wastefulreverie).

#Danny Phantom #Amity Park #this is literally not a perfect map but here have it anyways #I hope this actually comes into use for you guys #stephanie shares things #Amity Park Map #map of Amity Park #long post

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meliorist-midoriya · 3 years

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to you, to the world, to my love (you’re all three)

synopsis: midoriya has always had too much love to give in a world that loved to take. you’re just hoping that he has enough left for you in the end.

pairing: midoriya izuku x reader

genre: fluff with a touch of angst

warnings: some insecurity

word count: 2.5k

notes: happy valentine’s day, everyone! this is my contribution for the pocuties server collab, based off the greek types of love, of which i had the honor of receiving izuku and decided upon agape please help yourself to the box of chocolates they’re offering for valentine’s, there’s a wide selection of chocolates handmade by talented creators, so i’m sure you’ll find something to your taste! tbh i only managed to finish this fic because i was watching chan’s valentine’s vlive and i was in a super soft mood ;3;

extra: agápe - the ancient greek concept of selfless, universal love.

“Making his debut in the pro hero scene, Pro Hero Deku is blazing a trail straight out of UA—”

“—Pro Hero Deku solved an astounding 30 cases in the past month—”

“Deku’s popularity is skyrocketing, rivaling that of—”

“Hero Deku—”

“Deku—”

“Pro Hero Deku has swept the hero rankings to come out on top as Number 1!”

With a resolute ‘click’ of the remote, the reporters’ overlapping voices cut off as the TV screen faded away, your lonely reflection staring back at you from the blank screen. You, curled up on your empty couch, in your empty apartment with the clock striking what should have been dinner. The TV was only there in an attempt to drown out the crushing silence, the white noise—hellbent on filling the space his presence had left—was deafening.

That attempt failed.

Horribly.

If anything, it just made the sense of wrongness permeating the air even worse.

(That TV recap of his best moments didn’t help as much as you hoped it would.)

Being alone in this apartment felt… off. As if someone had gouged out what should’ve been there, the ghost of a presence settling a chill into your bones that ran far deeper than just plain loneliness. The foreboding grief of what could be, the fear that you’d resigned yourself to the moment you agreed to follow him on this path, the selfishness gnawing at your conscience every time you saw him run out the door to save the next person, to solve the next case.

Things like an All Might coffee mug sitting primly next to yours on the drying rack, garishly yellow “tufts” staring back at you with a cracked vengeance. (You’d apologized profusely to him that day, promising to buy him another one. He’d just smiled over his cracked cup of coffee, telling you not to worry about it for the hundredth time.)

Things like his haphazard mess of notes and scrawl spread out on the kitchen counter, the pen sitting next to the half finished page. (You’ve long since learned to leave his notes be, they’ll be tidied up once he’s done… if he’s ever truly done.)

The filled queue of movies and pile of DVDs you’d picked out together, giddy over plans to watch the next time he had a free night. (You remember pretending not to notice him trying to slip another hero documentary near the bottom of the pile, distracting you with talks of popcorn and the night that was supposed to be tonight.)

Deku. The man the world adored, clinging to his promise like a lifeline in times of need.

Midoriya Izuku. The man you loved, who promised you the world.

“It’ll be okay, I’m here.”

His soft promise echoed both in the battlefield and in your darkest hours, a close mirror to a hero of a generation past, yet it was different. It was his own. Comforting, personal, and wholly him. The public, weak and grasping for new support, latched on to the small sliver of hope his hand offered and he just kept giving, giving, giving. It never seemed to stop, and you were scared.

He was a man with a bleeding heart with all the love to give and more. To the civilians, to the villains, to anyone in need.

Now, you needed his promise more than ever. A reassurance whispered into reunions and the thousandth hospital visit, over fresh scars and searing kisses. A promise that he would come home. You didn’t want to think of all the times he came so, so close to breaking that promise, even before you two had made it, before you two had even promised yourselves to each other in your UA days.

You pulled the blanket a little tighter around you, staring down at your phone with no real intent in mind as you scrolled. The video playing one of his interview clips (bashfully reciting his “catchphrase,” how cute) cut his voice short as you scrolled past to move on to the next, wincing at the next tweet on your timeline. Him, battered and bloody, as he pulled a child from the aftermath of the battle he’d just won.

You still need to wrap that new mug you got him as a gift. You still had to listen to him bounce his ideas off of you. You still had to move that hero documentary to the top of the pile. You still—

“Hero Deku saves 30 people, no casualties,” A soft murmuring of the headline shattered the silence, and you smiled to yourself, giggling at all the replies joking of how he threw himself into the fray a little more responsibly and singing their praises.

It’ll be okay.

“Ugh, those reporters are at it again.”

At your best friend’s exasperated groan, you followed their gaze over to see— ah.

A small swarm of reporters had worked their way into the fans crowding your boyfriend, their press badges reading every tabloid magazine on this side of the city and prying questions falling off their tongue like poison. From what you could hear over their overlapping clamoring, they were trying to dig into his private life.

Again.

Deku, the darling of the masses, all sweet smiles and sincere words amidst his strength. Deku, the number one hero with the tightest lock on his private life, which came as a surprise to both everyone and no one.

It was a given, considering his position at the peak of hero society.

It was also a complete shock, considering his tendency to ramble into tangents that had his PR team withering.

Which seemed to help in times like these, now that you thought about it, laughing to yourself as you watched the reporters’ expressions darken in defeat the longer he continued to talk around their questions. Quite a long stretch from stiffly standing on the practice stage at UA all those years ago, frozen from nerves. You idly mused to this to yourself, taking a sip of your drink as you dragged your gaze back over to your best friend.

“Did you choose this cafe because it’s right along Izuku’s patrol route?” They stiffened, and you couldn’t help but laugh at their obvious intentions.

“Maybe, or it could’ve been just a coincidence.” The next teasing jab was halfway off your tongue when they cut you off before you could give into the urge, the words dying in your throat. “When was the last time you saw him anyway? I know you two live together but Todoroki told me he practically lives at the agency with how swamped they are. Are you okay?”

You purse your lips, staring down at the ice swirling around in your cup as you idly stirred it round. As if the sloshing liquid could whisper the answer you wish you knew.

“...Yeah.” They cocked a brow, and you took another sip to try and delay your time. “It’s not like either of us can help it. Izuku’s number one, so this was bound to happen.”

(The clamoring from the reporters grew ever louder. Persistent, that bunch.)

Their expectant (doubting) gaze was met with your own steady one, and you smiled. Whether it was out of consolation or resignation was anyone’s guess.

“We’re okay, I promise.”

You should really be getting to sleep.

Really, you should.

At least, that’s what you’ve been telling yourself for the past several hours, tossing and turning in your bed with nothing but winter-cold sheets and a gnawing loneliness to keep you company. You know you should be sleeping when the clock on the bedside table reads an ungodly hour and there was work to be done in the morning. You know you should be sleeping when the moon disappears from the night sky and leaves you with nothing but the city lights to dimly illuminate the dark room.

You really know you should be sleeping when you hear the front door click open, Izuku shuffling around the apartment to get ready for whatever minimal amount of sleep he’d get before he had to be up and running soon after.

Despite this, sleep still refuses to come, and you don’t bother pretending to be asleep when he slides into bed next to you. Instead, you turn over and curl into his chest, stifling the guilt that bubbles up when he jumps in surprise.

“Something keeping you up?” Oh, he sounds so tired, and part of you wishes you could just make it all go away. The weight of the world rests heavy on his shoulders, and deep down, you wonder if you’re part of that burden. You curl a little closer, as if trying to smother the thoughts that crashed upon you, spilling over the crack in the dam that only widened the more you spoke.

“Jus’ a little lonely, is all.” Your voice is too quiet, brittle, and you pray to every deity that would listen that he would drop it. That he wouldn’t take on yet another burden when he was already carrying Altas’s share of the world.

“Hey, what’s wrong?”

Of course, the gods are hardly ever so merciful—to them you are just another wishful mortal in the realm of the holy and damned—and Izuku’s hand rests on your cheek with a tenderness that makes you want to cry.

“...Why?”

The confusion that falls over his expression (gaunt, tired, and God, should you even be doing this right now?) is immediate, and he tilts your face up to meet his gaze with yours, like he could find the answer in city lights dancing over your face. His thumb strokes soft patterns over your cheek—as if brushing off the layers you’d built to protect your soul—and you lean into his soft touch with a sigh.

“Why what?”

The words spill from your lips unbidden, your hesitations softened by the comfort of his touch, the sudden drowsiness, and the emotion that near overwhelms you.

“Why do you still try to do everything yourself? When there’s so many people out there, ready to support you?” His breath hitches in shock, but it’s too late to go back now. You reach up to hold the hand cradling your cheek, distantly remembering a time when he was too insecure of his scarred and crooked hands to even hold your hand.

He’s come a long way, indeed.

“I love you, Izuku. I just don’t know if that can hold up against your love for the world.”

Something in his gaze softens, to your surprise. His smile is even softer.

“What would you do if you’re both?”

“Wh— Izuku—”

He continues, and you listen, raptured by his words spoken into the glow of the blue hour.

“Yes, I know that at the end of the day, peace and safety has to come first, but—” His smile widens into something bashful, a smile that never failed to send butterflies scattering through your heart. “—who says you can’t be right along with them?”

He bumped his forehead with yours, smiling emerald eyes gazing into your own with such love—dizzying and overpowering and so, so warm. With the steady thrum of your heartbeat matching his, you found yourself falling even deeper once again.

“You know me, I can never compromise when it comes to what’s important to me.”

You laugh, something watery, as he presses a kiss to your forehead, temple, cheek, with a last, smiling kiss on your lips.

“How greedy.” He laughs into your lips, pulling away to hold you closer.

“Just for you.”

There’s so many things you could’ve said, as you watched the rest of the night sky fade into the deep blues of dawn. But, you decide, the comforting silence was best left as is, only broken by one resounding comfort.

It’ll be okay.

“You know, it would’ve been nice to know that you had taken the day off before I had that whole guilt spiral last night.”

“It turned out okay though, didn’t it?” He turned back to flash you that cheeky grin of his, half-hidden by his winter coat and backed by the glow of the setting sun. You just rolled your eyes with a laugh before jogging to catch up to him, slipping you hand out of your pocket to interlace your fingers with his.

“Yeah, it did.”

The walk was silent as you two strolled down the familiar path, winding down after a whole day spent with each other. It was romantic of him, now that you thought about it, to take the whole Valentine’s Day off just for you. You hummed as you leaned onto him, giddy and content at the thought.

In love, if you were to be so bold.

(Granted, he had to wear a mask and a cap the entire time to hide from the prying eyes of the public, but you made do.)

The sight of aged, familiar scenery pulled you from your musings, and you tugged at his hand to grab his attention, pointing at the quaint bench surrounded by bare gingko trees.

“Hey, wasn’t this the park where you confessed?” At your words, he froze and glanced over at the familiar scenery, eventually burying his face into his free hand with a groan once the old memories clicked in his head.

“Oh, don’t remind me. It’s still embarrassing to look back on.”

“What? I thought you were cute!” You laughed, nudging him to follow as you led him over to the small park, brushing off the dust to sit on the bench before patting the space next to you. Izuku obliged, and you almost automatically curled into his side, as if by habit.

“Did we really walk all the way here from the station?” His disbelieving tone made you look up at him, his expression one of nostalgic awe, before casting your attention back to the aged scenery, humming in agreement as you idly picked out what’s changed and what’s stayed in the years that have passed.

“I guess we never really forget, huh?”

“I forgot the sunset looked the best from here.”

“I hope you didn’t forget all the memories we made here.” He tore his attention from the sunset to gape down at you, scandalized.

“Of course not!”

“Really?” He arched a brow at the teasing lilt to your voice and the mischievous grin playing at your lips, “So you didn’t forget accidentally firing an Air Force shot at me when we first met because you were training?”

He buried his face in his hands again with another embarrassed groan.

“I hoped you would forget that, at least!” You just laughed, hugging him closer as if to console him from your teasing. Before long, the atmosphere settled back into a quiet reminiscence, indulging in the nostalgia of memories past in this little park. The silence that was once deafening alone, now softened by the comfort of his presence at your side.

“We’ve made so many memories in this park, huh?” At your soft hum of agreement, he continued. Was his voice shaking? “It wouldn’t hurt to make more, would it?”

“What do you me—”

Your question cut itself short as you saw what he held out to you.

A little velvet box, sitting open in his hand. You dragged your suddenly watery gaze back up to Izuku, his once bashful smile now wobbly with nerves.

So familiar in this little park, yet so new.

“Happy Valentine’s Day.”

It was just a small walk down memory lane, the street lights blinking on one by one in the wake of the fiery sunset as you two walked the familiar path together. Yet there was something buzzing anew in the air, humming through your soul as you held out your hand to the sun, admiring the way the gem on your ring finger sparkled in the fading sunset. In the other, you interlaced your fingers with his.

Yeah…

You caught Izuku’s soft gaze, smiling and in love.

We’ll be okay.

#pocuties collab #midoriya izuku x reader #midoriya x reader #bnha oneshot #mha oneshot #bnha x reader #pocuties

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andilovetowrite · 3 years

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The Chosen Couple (Part 1)

Peter Parker x Reader

Summary- Peter and you have a movie night to celebrate the school year ending, but the night takes an unexpected turn. (Not that you minded of course)

(Btw- the reader is an avenger, and Tony is kind of her father figure)

Warnings- None really, just tooth-rotting fluff and awkward confessions.

Word Count- 2.2k

Posted April 21, 2021

Here is Part 2 and Part 3

God, I hate the rain, you thought as you ran across the street, pulling your jacket even further up your head. You knew you should’ve bought an umbrella or even a raincoat, but since it was movie night, you didn’t even hesitate to run to Peter’s house after you dropped your bags at home. Every Friday was the same. Either you or Peter would have the privilege to pick what movie you guys wanted to watch, and then both of you would relax on the sofa until you left, or fell asleep.

This Friday was different though. It was the last day of school, so the day was even longer than usual. Everybody was just glad that the year was over, and summer had finally arrived. Sophomore year had been challenging, especially Physics, but you couldn’t wait for the next two months. Obviously saying goodbye to your friends had been bittersweet, but the feeling of relief of not having to do any homework or tests triumphed over the sadness. Tonight, you and Peter would watch movies until morning, and eat every possible snack you could find. The entire week had been leading up to this.

Trying to shield your face from the sharp drops of water, you finally reached the door, pushing it open with one hand, the other occupied with holding four huge packets of chips. Finally reaching the top floor, you dropped the bag on the floor, holding your knees and taking a breather. Hey, not all of us have superpowers to walk up seven flights of stairs and not get breathless. Pushing the jacket off your back, you knocked on the door, bouncing on your feet, waiting for Peter. A couple of seconds later, after the sound of a thud on the floor and May’s laughter, the door flung open, revealing a flustered Peter.

“Hey Y/n!”, he breathed out, smiling his signature grin before engulfing you in a hug. You felt his arms circle around yourself, pulling you close. Smiling slightly, you reciprocated, throwing your hands around his neck.

“Hi Peter”, you said, your voice muffled in his sweatshirt. Pulling away from him, you pushed him off me, laughing at the cute pout on his face. “I’m soaking wet with this thing on me.” Plucking the clingy jacket off yourself, you squeezed it, water splashing off it. Peter stifled a laugh, taking the bag out of your hands.

“Drenched, aren’t you?”

Elbowing him, you gave him the bags of snacks, muttering sarcastically. “That’s the sympathy I get for bringing the best food for our movie nights”

“Ooh, Doritos and… sour cream Lays!” He looked up at you, smirking. “You got the good ones.” Rolling your eyes, you nodded, walking inside the apartment.

“Is there any place I can dry this?”, you asked, referring to the sad bundle of cloth in your hand. Peter took it from you, despite your complaints.

“Let me do it. You are my guest”, he said, looking over his shoulder, winking and he threw it into the washing machine.

“Well, I am your guest every other day”, you shot back, walking into the kitchen. It was true anyway. The Parker’s house is your second house. The tower was nice and all, but with all the Avengers and Bucky and Sam constantly arguing, it can get annoying fast. Peter’s house is a shadow of calm in your life. Ever since you found out he was Spiderman, well, (he actually told you, but that’s a different story), you tried to come to his house every night to make sure he was fine. Tony had stopped you from fighting crime since last month due to exams, as well as Peter, but it didn’t stop you from coming and visiting him. You know, since he was your best friend.

“Hi sweetie!”, May called out, embracing you. Knowing where Peter got his talent for amazing hugs, you hugged her back, smelling the scent of warm cookies and cinnamon. Realizing that the smell of cookies was coming from behind her, you looked across, seeing a batch of cookies starting to burn.

“May! The cookies!”

“Oh-oh!” Running at them, she grabbed a towel, quickly pulling the burning hot cookies out of the oven.

“Here!” Pushing some of the items off the counter, you made some space for the tray of cookies. Dropping the tray down with a clatter, she blew on them, fanning the golden-brown discs with her hand. “They look awesome Aunt May!”

“Aww, thanks Y/N”, she said, staring at the cookies on the table. “They are, aren’t they?”

Smiling, you nodded, getting hungrier just looking at them. “Oh my god, what smells so good?” Peter called out, walking out of his room. Gesturing to the perfect cookies on the table, you pointed to May.

“Wait a second, they aren’t burned” Peter looked at May in astonishment, carefully taking one off the pan and biting it. “It tastes perfect May!” She merely smiled, walking over to the counter, grabbing her purse and some packs of gum. Now noticing her clothes, you called out.

“Where are you going, Aunt May?”

She looked back at me, quickly applying some lip gloss. “Oh just a night out with my friends. I need it. Plus-”, she glanced at the TV and then Peter, “- I know how loud movie nights can get.” You laughed, jumping off the chair and walking to the front door. Grabbing an umbrella, you gave it to her, mumbling about how to not make the same mistake you did. “Okay sweetheart. I’ll see you both in a few hours. I might stay over at Ashley’s house, but I’ll call you if that happens.” Kissing Peter on the cheek, she walked out, shutting the door behind her.

The minute the door closed, Peter jumped up, pulling you towards the sofa, showing you the array of snacks that he placed out. “Okay, so we have chips, chocolate, cookies that May made and there is ice cream in the fridge.” His eyebrows furrowed like he was remembering something but his eyes lit up in recognition when he was the small box next to the door. “Oh, and Mr Stark sent over a couple of things for us for tonight.”

Chuckling, you told him to get those, while you picked out the movie. Trying to choose one between Star Wars and Harry Potter, you chose the latter, knowing that you two were going to have a Star Wars marathon in the near future anyway. Grabbing the remote, you chose the first movie, Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone, pausing it to wait for Peter. Looking for him, you saw him standing at the door, the box lying open, untouched. He was holding a small index card, his face bright red.

“Hey Pete, you alright?” Worried, you slipped your hand under your shorts, feeling the edges of your dagger sitting over there. Pulling it out, you carefully walked over to him, thinking that something was wrong. However, when you got closer, Peter heard me, turning around so fast he hit his head on the wall. Crumpling the card in his palm, he threw it behind him, smiling nervously. “Are you okay? What was that?”

“Nothing”, he replied, too quickly. Quirking your eyebrow, you shrug, letting it go.

“What did Mr Stark send for us?”, you asked, trying to get a glimpse at the box.

“Uhh, just some snacks and drinks. I think there was some cold coffee in here as well. Why don’t I go heat us some?”, he said in a high voice, the same one he used when he lied.

Not even letting you get a look at the mystery box, he began pushing you towards the couch, mumbling something under his breath.

“Y/N, your t-shirt is soaked! Why didn’t you tell me?”

You shrugged half-heartedly, not wanting to go home and change. Seeing your expression, he pushed me down the sofa, telling me to wait. A beat later, he ran back, holding out a dark blue hoodie with a picture of Luke Skywalker on the back. “Here, change into this. Don’t wanna get a cold”

A half giggle escaped me as you took it from him, walking over to the bathroom as you changed into it. Pulling it on, the familiar scent of Peter embraced me. The plush inside of it felt warm against your skin, making me shiver involuntarily. Biting your lip, you looked into the mirror, liking the sight of Peter’s hoodie on me. The more you stared at your reflection, the fuzzier you felt. This just seemed like a very boyfriend thing to do. To be honest, you always thought of Peter as more than just a best friend. The first time you saw him was in 8th grade. You had just moved to Queens, due to your parent’s job, and you were quite excited. It had been a month since you had gotten your newfound power of controlling objects with your mind. It was hard. Your parents didn’t know about it just yet, and it was getting harder to block out your power off from simple everyday objects. You remember how one time you almost threw a plate at your mom because she was freaking out about your Math grades. Soon after you had moved in, you met Peter Parker. He lived across the street from you, wearing glasses and carrying lego boxes home most days. Since you were the same age, it was only a matter of time before you two became friends. And friends you became.

“Hey Y/N! You alright?”, Peter yelled out from the living room, cutting me out from your thoughts. Shrugging your shoulders, you walked out, seeing him sitting comfortably on the couch, chips, ice cream and some sandwiches in his hand.

“Delmars?”, you asked, nodding to the sub in his palm.

“Yup got it earlier” Pulling the sleeves into your hands, you brought the hoodie closer, loving the warmth. “Come here, I’m freezing”, Peter said, making ‘grabby hands. Chuckling, you carefully jumped in, arms curling his midsection. Resting your head on his shoulder, you grabbed the remote, pressing play.

On the screen, the intro of Harry Potter and The Philosopher’s Stone began showing up, as Peter scrunched up his nose. “Wait, Harry Potter?”

“Yeah, it’s my turn? Remember?”

“No, I’m pretty sure it’s mine. The last time was yours.”

“But I had an extra one, right?”, you looked at him accusingly, “because you came and ruined my date.”

He looked down sheepishly, trying to hide the small smile. It had happened about 3 weeks ago when Brad Davis had asked you out. You couldn’t begin to explain how hard it was to explain to him why Spiderman had swooped me out of the sky to go help him do English homework. But truthfully, you weren’t vibing with him. He talked too much about sports and how much he worked out. No offence Brad, but you could backflip him out of a window within minutes. Sadly, he didn’t know that you were an Avenger, so you had to act like you were interested in his biceps for 2 hours straight. Thank god Peter had shown up, otherwise, you would have had a very awkward conversation with him.

“Fine fine”, Peter muttered, grabbing a few chips and stuffing them in his mouth.

“Aww, come on”, you said, threading your hands in his curls, “you love Harry Potter” Smiling cheekily, though it sent a twinge of pain through your heart, you teased. “Especially Hermione Granger”

His cheeks turning pink, he mumbled. “No, I don’t”

“Uh-huh”

“Alright alright, let’s just do this!”

“We have literally all summer, I’m sure we can spend some time discussing your crush on Hermione”

“In that case, let’s talk about Mrs Potter over here”

“Okay, I think we got it”, you said, making the word much longer. We grinned at each other, ready to watch the movie, as the intro began playing in the background. Little did you know that these beautifully crafted cinematic adventures that you guys were about to have would change your relationship with Peter forever.

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fluffymisha97 · 3 years

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Falling, Fallen - Part 3 - 1/2

Summary: The next date couldn’t possibly go as wrong as the first one.

Warnings: Language.

Word count: 3,512

About a week later, Chris had thought of everything. Had anyone asked him, he would say that he’d come up with a brilliant plan. Although he did ask Scott for advice in the beginning. The little brother was more than happy to help out. He could see how much it meant to Chris. Anything to help out a brother.

The day couldn’t and wouldn’t end as badly as your first date. That was something Chris had decided on. He’d texted you on Wednesday asking if you’d plans for the weekend. Luckily, you didn’t have any plans. Chris decided on taking you out Saturday around noon. You were both excited for your date and none of you could hardly wait.

When Saturday came, you’d been waiting by the window looking down the parking spaces in front of your building. A car honk was all you needed to know that he’d arrived. He waited by his car as you came down the stairs inside the apartment building. You smiled as you spotted Chris outside. You briefly heard Abby yell out something a la ‘have fun and don’t do anything I wouldn’t’. You stepped outside in the cold breeze and walked towards Chris.

“Hi.”

“Hey.”

Chris awkwardly went back and forth between going for a hug or a handshake. It ended up being a very odd handshake with a halfway sided hug. Chris cringed inside. Great start. You hadn’t given it much thought and stuffed your hands inside the warmth of your

“So, where are we going?”

“It’s a surprise for now.”

“Exciting… Although I should probably be a little more cautious when getting into a car with someone I don’t know all that well. Stranger danger and everything.”

Chris flashed you a smile as he opened the door for you.

“It’s a good thing that you know me a little bit then?”

“We’ll see. Hopefully you aren’t an axe murdering movie-star.”

“Nope, just me.”

You climbed into the already warm car and buckled up. You watched as Chris took a few long strides around the car and then gracefully getting in. He smiled at you as he typed in an address on the GPS. You fiddled with your hands as you prepared yourself mentally for what the day would bring.

“Besides think about all the work murdering me would bring you. I mean disposing the body, cleaning the crime scene and so forth on.”

“Yeah, that does seem like a lot of work. Plus, I’ll probably end up unraveling the truth about the murder anyway.”

“Aww, that makes me feel a little bit better. I think.”

Chris laughed with you. It felt like you were trying to break the ice for him. The two of you chatted non-stop as the radio hummed in the background. It was insane how easy it was to talk with Chris. He talked and then listened at all the right moments. He mostly listened to you wanting to know everything about you. He enjoyed hearing your voice. It was a nice speaking voice and it turned out that you were also gifted with a nice singing voice.

Chris had given you his phone so that you could find some music. You shuffled through some of his many playlists and found one that made you smile.

“So, uh…Chris, tell me something… Are you a fan of Grease?”

“Well I…I… Depends on if you think it’s kinda loser-ish of me to have a playlist called ‘My Grease groove’.”

You could tell you made him nervous and self-conscious about a lot of things apparently. You pressed play and the tune of ‘Summer Nights’ filled the car.

“I happen to love Grease.”

Chris breathed out in relief as he saw your smile out the corner of his eye. You softly sang along to many of the songs and Chris mostly listened and hummed along every now and again.

The drive lasted about 45 minutes which flew in a hurry. Chris parked the car outside what looked like a hall. You dreaded it was a gym center or something like that. As you were getting out, Chris who’d opened your door held up a blind fold which made you narrow your eyes a bit.

“Okay now seeing where we’re…I’m beginning to circle back to the ‘what if’. What if you’re an axe murdering person?”

“Only kidding. C’mon.”

Chris smirked at you and gestured for you to walk ahead. You scanned the place for any signs that would tell you where you were. Mostly because you were so curious to see where you were going.

“So, Y/N. you’re probably wondering what we’re to do out here, yes?”

You nodded your head as Chris continued walking towards a backdoor entrance. He opened the door for you and as you got inside you started to realize just where exactly you were. Or what kind of place it really was. Chris came to stand in front of you with arms wide as he gestured to the room. He sported a very happy face as he watched you.

“What’s your take on Ice skating?”

“The sport genre or my ability to do it?”

“What do you think?”

“Well, I’m probably pretty decent at it but-…”

You and Chris were interrupted by a hoarse voice behind you. An elderly man appeared as you turned around.

“Mr. Evans, I got the rink ready for you and your date. If you’d follow me- Oh, I’m going to need your shoe size, Miss.”

You told him your size and followed the two men leading you to a skating rink. All ready and polished. You felt giddy inside. But something was off. Chris, the man called Sal, and you were the only people in the room.

“Hey, did you rent this entire place?”

“Well…not the entire place just this rink.”

You were completely baffled at this. Never had anyone done something like that for you. Sal came back with two sets of ice skates and gave them to you and Chris.

“Thanks a lot Sal. I’ll be sure to tell my sister to book her son’s birthday party out here.”

“You do that, son. Remember: Sal’s skates is for everyone all shapes, sizes and ages. Now, you two go and have fun.”

You giggled hearing the sales pitch Sal shouted out enthusiastically and sat down to put on your skates. Chris sat down next to you and put on his own. You were much quicker than Chris and already up on your feet when were still working on securing his first skate.

You carefully stepped onto the ice while holding onto the wall for ‘support’.

“So, when I said that I was decent on ice I should’ve probably elaborated.”

Chris looked at you puzzled as you leapt of the wall and started skating with pace and grace that clearly showed that you were no amateur. You skated a few rounds wanting to get warm and went right back the latch where Chris stood with a gaping mouth.

“I’m not just decent, I’m kind of great at skating.”

You bit your lip and offered the gaping Chris a nervous smile.

“Well okay then Tonya Harding.”

You could tell that Chris was still a bit in shock over your confession. It was clear that he hadn’t seen this coming.

“No, no. I’m nowhere near her. Brilliant lady but kind of insane the way things turned out.”

Chris let out a dry chuckle as he ventured out on the ice. He seemed a bit unsteady on his feet. You skated around in circles waiting for Chris to join you when a thought popped into your head. You moved back so you were in front of Chris.

“So, what was the idea or the plan of taking me out here?”

“Plan?”

“Yeah? I mean you must’ve given this some thought. Maybe you thought about taking me bowling but then you ditched that idea and came up with going ice skating. Maybe you assumed or hoped that I wasn’t that good at it? And that I would probably need to lean on you for support or that we would have to hold hands so I wouldn’t fall flat on my ass in front of you. That way we would’ve established the psychical contact… Tell me that wasn’t something you thought of while planning this?”

Chris cringed hard inside for the second time. Was he really that transparent? Had he lost his game and had become this mediocre halfway loser with absolutely no game? His nervous smile gave him away instantly.

“Nooo? Of course not.”

“Has anyone ever told you that you got the worst poker face?”

Chris looked down feeling dumb. You weren’t mad or offended. You hadn’t meant to make him feel like you were calling him out. Even though that’s what you’d gone and done. Now it was your turn to cringe inside. The sound of whistling made him look up.

“Are you going to stay over there or are you going to join me out here? The water’s fine.”

Chris nervously laughed as he moved further out on the ice still a bit wobbly. Chris started regretting his decision as he watched you skate around gracefully while he felt like an elephant inside a porcelain shop.

“C’mon, Chris. I’m sorry if I was a little too harsh but- I think it’s a shame not to take advantage of being here.”

“No it’s not that… I guess, I over- and underestimated this situation both you and myself. I wanted to do something outside the box and in the haste of wanting to get this day right I forgot how bad I really am at ice skating. That was that brilliant yet stupid plan right out the window.”

You giggled softly at the still wobbly Chris and inched closer to him slowly.

“Okay, okay. Maybe your plan is still doable but maybe not in the way that you’d hoped for. Here, take my hand.”

Chris stilled and looked at you.

“What?”

“Hold my hand, Mr. Bold. I promise I won’t tell anyone.”

Chris reached out and grabbed your smaller hand in his larger one. You started to move bringing Chris with you. The two of you skated in circles in a slow but comfortable pace. Chris smiled widely feeling confident and went to release your hand only to start wobbling a bit again. You could see Chris face falter. He quickly wrapped his arm around your waist with his right hand and the left hand found your still extended hand. Soon he felt himself being steadied. He breathed out in relief. You titled your head and smirked. He was now holding one of your hands and the other arm was wrapped around your waist.

“Now that was real smooth.”

“What?”

You couldn’t decide if he was truly a bit thickheaded to see his move clearly or if he had in fact been on his way to fall flat on the ice. You decided that it didn’t matter. Being that close to Chris wasn’t the worst thing in the world. Not even close. Your right hand moved so that it rested on top of the hand on your waist. You saw Chris smile briefly out of the corner of your eye. The two of you went a few rounds like that. It was no secret that both you and Chris enjoyed the closeness while skating. You tried calming yourself down knowing that this was only your second date and that you ought to chill out, like your friend Emmett would say. ‘Chill out girl, and relax.’

“So, tell me Miss ‘Harding’ did you ever do some professional skating or are you just this good all on your own?”

“I did very, very little when I was a kid but nothing worth writing about. But I guess I’ve just always enjoyed skating. I go a few times every year to keep on practicing. Lame I know.”

“Nothing about you is lame, Y/N.”

You shared a sideways smile as you picked up the pace skating in circular motions in the empty rink. Chris listened as you went on about things from your childhood and then asking him about his childhood. He told you about his siblings and the way that they were brought up. Just hearing about his family made you smile. It was clear to you that he came from a family filled with lots of love. His love for his mother shined through when he’d talked about her. You liked listening to Chris talking about everything and nothing. You enjoyed your conversations just as much as he liked them.

The two of you skated for some time. Truth be told, you’d lost track of time during the time you’d spent with him. You smiled at Chris who seemed to also enjoy himself on the ice. Chris started feeling a little more confident as he took the lead and picked up the pace. He even did a little cross with his feet. He looked very proud which only made him look all the more cute to you. He let go of your waist and readied himself for letting go completely. He gently let go of your hand and skated on his own. Chris flashed you a wide smile as he picked up the pace even further. A smirk even appeared on his face as gracefully skated past you in a circular move.

“Wow, look at you. Quick learner I see.”

“Yeah! Well, it’s like riding a bike I suppose. I guess, I was just a bit rusty-AHH!”

Just as he was showing off to you he lost his balance and fell right backwards. Your hands went up to cover your eyes as you saw the whole thing play out in slow motion. You heard a breathy groan which made you look at the scene before your eyes. Chris was lying on his back breathing hard as he raised his head to look at you. You went over to him and bent down to him.

“Chris! Oh my God. Are you okay?”

Chris didn’t answer you straight away and seemed to have trouble looking you in the eye. You instantly feared that he’d hit his head on the ice. You maneuvered so that you kneeled down on the ice and were leaning down to examine him closer.

“Hey look at me. How many fingers am I holding up? Do you know your name? Where you’re right now. Do you know who I am? Are you hurt anywhere-…?”

Your nervous rambling was caught off by Chris’ hoarse and breathy laugh.

“Depends. That was a whole lot of questions.”

You let out a breath of relief hearing him talk.

“My ego’s probably the most wounded…I had this horrible dream where I brought this great girl out here to impress her and only ended up botching this date because I got too cocky.”

You felt yourself smile at that. Chris leaned up on his elbows and pretended to look around as shock appeared on his face.

“OH no…It wasn’t a dream.”

He made a pouty face and looked down.

“Hey, you haven’t botched anything.”

“So, you don’t think I’m a transparent doofus?”

“Well, maybe you’re a little bit transparent but-…”

You sheepishly smiled at him as he let himself gently fall backwards on the ice with a groan.

“Just let me die here of humiliation and embarrassment.”

“God, you movie stars truly have a flair for the dramatics.”

Chris snorted at your comment but well knowing that you were absolutely right. You gently patted his arm making him look at you.

“C’mon, big guy. Up, up.”

You helped Chris upright with ease while still looking him over with worried eyes. He had just fallen quite hard.

“Are you sure you’re okay?”

“Yup, yup. I’m okay. Luckily my ass broke the fall.” “You want to go and sit down? Just for a while.” “Sure. Let’s do that.” The two of you slowly skated over to the latch door and Chris went out first. Chris sat down on one of the benches. You carefully went over and sat down next to him.

“So apart from falling flat on my ass in front of you just now, I hoped that you still liked it here.”

“I thought it was a great idea, Chris. Something outside the box.”

“Well, then I have a small plea for you. Or more of a question.”

You nodded your head at him.

“Could we pretend that this was our first date considering that our first was a bust? Clean slate and everything. Although I didn’t make a fool out of myself that other day so maybe it was a bad idea to even-…”

“Chris, it’s cool. This is officially our first date then.”

Chris gave you a grin thankful that you were on. This date had to be great. He wanted everything right to go right.

“Hey, what do you say we get out of here? Unless you want to go back on the ice. I mean we can go if you want to. You looked like you were enjoying yourself.”

“It’s all good, Chris. I think you’ve had enough ice time for now.”

The two of you took of your skates and went to clerk where you handed them in. Sal came over and quietly shook hands with Chris.

“I hope you kids had fun. It looked like it. I must say that you miss, looked like you knew exactly what you were doing. Say, have you ever done some competitively skating?”

“I did very little when I was a kid but nothing big.”

“You looked like you belonged on the ice. I think Mr. Evans would agree with me.”

Chris only nodded in awe which you felt was totally misguided. Your cheeks felt warm as you felt the two men staring at you. Chris shook hands with Sal while you were putting on your gloves.

“Thanks a lot for today, Sal. I appreciate it.”

“Don’t mention it.”

You were getting ready to exit when Chris excused himself to go to the bathroom. You leaned against the counter as you waited. Sal remained behind the counter as he arranged some papers or so.

“So tell me Sal, did you really let him rent an entire hall because he’s famous or?”

“Tell you what, I’ve known him for some time and I would’ve probably let him anyway. That guy’s a good young man. He’s decent that’s for sure.”

“So, he’s brought other girls here too or what do you mean, Sal?”

“Naah, I’ve only ever seen him here with his family. He’s a family man no doubt.”

Sal winked at you and went to answer his phone ringing in his pocket.

Chris came jogging over to you and gestured for you two to walk outside again. As you reached his car, you gave Chris a questionable look.

“Are you sure that you’re okay to drive? You did fall pretty hard…”

“Yeah, I’m fine but if it makes you feel better then-… Here.”

Chris tossed you his car keys. You let out a small gasp.

“Wait- you would let me drive your car just like that?”

“Sure. Unless you would rather not to-…”

“Nooo, it’s all good.”

You grinned and practically jumped over to the driver’s side. Chris chuckled at your enthusiastic laugh and got in the passenger’s seat. You buckled in and started the car. It was defiantly something else than your own. Chris typed in the new address for your next destination. Then you were off to God knows where. Still you’d never felt more safe with Chris by your side.

The drive was about 30 minutes or so, Chris pointed to an exit where the two of you switched places.

“I wanted to keep going with the element of surprise.”

You didn’t mind and Chris seemed very okay to drive. Although he only drove for about maximum of 5 minutes before he’d parked by what looked like field. Chris had beaten you to open your door, he gently grabbed one of your hands and led you closer to wherever you were going.

“Close your eyes.”

You narrowed your eyes slightly but did as he’d asked.

“Tell me what you smell now.”

“Smell, what do you mean?”

“Just go with me on this. Try to take a deep whiff.”

Again, you did as he told. Inhaling, you could suddenly smell all kinds of smells. Confused, you found yourself inhaling like an asthmatic snail.

“Okay maybe I’m way off here, but I smell cotton candy and popcorn but aren’t we out in the middle of nowhere?”

“Well, yes and no. You’re in fact right, cos if you open your eyes you’ll find out just where we’re right now.”

Slowly you opened your eyes and discovered that you were now standing at by the entrance of a funfair or something that looked like a Carnival. You couldn’t hide your shocked state nor excitement. You were definitely liking where this was going. Chris beamed as he watched your happy face as it lit up.

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seancekitsch · 2 years

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Hi Bonnie! What kind of wine do you recommend? I’m getting into it more and it is hit and miss so far lol 😂

hey jae! my favorites are typically dry wines, but a dry rose still has sweet notes. sauvignon blanc is dry but not overly strong or brutal, and a red blend can give you a good mix of fruity and dry. i also recommend experimenting with temperature. i typically like all wine room temp, but putting it in the fridge (or even putting an ice cube or a frozen orange wedge in it) can completely change the flavor. I also recommend experimenting with frozen fruit bc it can be lovely and wine soaked fruit tastes lovely to bite into AND its boozy now. they've also started to make some wines with less sugar which cuts down on headaches which im a big fan of bc i can't handle much sugar. not sure if i can recommend brands since im not sure if what i like is available everywhere, but if you ever look for a wine box i recommend both boxes as the most crisp and the ones that as they sit on a counter/fridge do NOT start to air out too much or soak in the taste of plastic. i do like vanderpump, 19 crimes, and prophecy wines tho if those are near you!

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royallyprincesslilly · 4 years

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Title: In The Act {1}

Chris Evans x Famous OFC Cassia Drake

Warning: Plot, Mild Cursing

Word Count: 2.2

Summary: After the release of your hit movie “Roman Holiday,” you’ve become Hollywood’s new “It Girl.” Everyone wants a piece of you. While at a Hollywood event, you get pulled into an epic selfie similar to the one from the MET Gala with the megastars of Hollywood. The next day all anyone can talk about is this epic picture but not because of the star power in it, but what was happening in it.

Note: Yep, another one.

**Loosely Edited/Proofread**

**Interactive**

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“God, it’s hot!”

You fanned your face and tried to cool your skin. It wasn’t helping one bit; you were just getting hotter.

“My makeup is going to melt, and when I get there, I’ll be a hot mess.”

“Calm down, Cass, I got you,” Tiffany said, whipping out a portable handheld power fan. The cool breeze was the best thing you’d felt all day.

You hated getting ready for events. It was always a whole day thing that left your hair damaged, your skin dry and slightly irritated, your cheeks soar, your back aching, your feet cramped, and your energy completely gone. To you, this was one part of fame you didn’t like too much. You’d spent the last six hours getting ready for this event, and you were already counting down the hours to go home.

“Fix your face. I’ve told you about the scowl. It causes wrinkles.” Pieter scolded. You rolled your eyes then closed them.

“Ignore him,” Tiffany began fanning your agent and manager off before she continued. “You look incredible. You’re going to get out this limo, and you’re going to stun them on this red carpet and have a good time,” she finished.

You looked at her wide smile. “And maybe cop a few numbers. I hear the who is who of the industry is going to be there. Maybe a certain blue-eyed ex-captain will be there,” Tiffany added.

You snorted and gave her the eye for her to stop. The last thing you needed was for Pieter to hear and actually understand your code. He had just gotten done hammering into you that dating was out of the questions now. According to him, you were going to be too busy with all your obligations. You needed to keep your eye on the prize and your career and not complicating it. He had a point. It was hard enough to set yourself apart from the countless other young actresses, but it would be harder for you because you were black. It was a known fact, a black actor in Hollywood had to work twice as hard, but a black actress had to work thrice as hard as them all put together. It was unfair, but it was what you’d signed up for, and you were determined to stake your claim in this glittering town where fallacies were the norm. So if Peiter said you had to put the nix on dating, then it was what you would do.

You could feel Pieter’s eyes burning a hole into you. Straightening, you held your head high. “Don’t be silly, Tiff. This is business.” Tiffany rolled her eyes while Pieter gave you an approving nod before he buried his face back into his phone.

Tiffany adjusted her dress and took her cell phone out. You knew what she intended to do, so you took yours out as well and put it on silent.

MSG Tiff: You give him too much power.

MSG: I give him as much power as he needs to have.

MSG Tiff: And he needs to have control over your personal life?

MSG: Tiff, you know what I’m up against. Cut me some slack.

“Phones away, it’s time to work,” Pieter announced. You dropped your phone back into your clutch and prepared yourself for the sea of paps and deafening screams.

When the limo stopped, there were a few moments of quiet before Pieter got out first on the opposite side that the red carpet was on.

“Remember to have a good time, okay, Cass. Yeah, it’s work, but you’ve worked hard to get to this level of your career. It’s important to enjoy life as well as work,” Tiff cautioned with a gentle squeeze to your hand.

You knew she was right, and times like these, you were happy that she was down to coming on this ride with you. You’d been friends since you were nine ever since she saved you lunch after you got sent to the principal’s office for getting into a fight with one of the boys from the other class who didn’t know how to shut up. Ever since then, you were inseparable. When you got your big break, there was no doubt you wanted her by your side for this wild ride.

The door opened, and you took a deep breath before you stepped out with Pieter’s help. Once you stepped out, the screams got louder, and the flurry of camera flashes immediately blinded and stunned you. This wasn’t your first event, but they all still managed to stun you. Feeling Tiff’s hand take yours, you took a breath and squeezed it, fighting the nerves. You pulled her to your side and walked the carpet with your signature smile. As they screamed your name telling you where to look, it quickly got hectic.

You and Tiffany walked down the carpet posing and whispering to each other. Tiff pointed out funny things she peeped with the paps as well as other actors who walked the carpet with you. When you came to these things with Tiffany, she always managed to take you out of the seriousness of it all, and you were grateful for it.

After giving a few interviews and posing for a few more pictures, you went inside to find your seats. This event was a banquet that was geared towards the collaboration of fashion and film. There would be speeches, recognition, networking, and, most importantly, for you and Tiff, food, and alcohol.

“Ms. Drake, allow me to show you to your seats.”

You nodded and let one of the ushers lead you through the floor. As you passed people, you smiled and waved. When they saw you, everyone wanted to stop you and compliment your hair, dress, makeup, jewels, and, most importantly, your performance in Roman Holiday. What should have been a minute walk across the floor turned into a mini networking catwalk. You didn’t get to your table for another thirty minutes. By the time you sat, Tiff was on queue with pouring a glass of champagne.

“It’s Ace of Spades. Do you think Jay and Bey are gonna be here?”

You snorted and shook your head. Her goal was to meet Beyoncé and Jay Z. you couldn’t fault her, whose goal wasn’t to meet them. You tapped glasses and downed the liquid with a moan. It was good.

“The way they were touching you, I thought you’d be missing a few jewels,” Tiff joked. Your laugh couldn’t be suppressed, and it rang out, bringing the attention of a few people around you.

“Stop it, you’re going to make them think I have no couth,” you whined to her in a whisper.

“Oh please. Even if you showed to be uncouth, they would still flock to you. Everyone wants a piece of you now. Soak it up.”

She was right. Since the premiere of Roman Holiday eight months ago, your name was at the tip of everyone’s tongue. You’d done at least six magazine shoots and countless interviews where the term “it girl” was thrown around quite a lot. The film had already rolled in over four hundred million at the box office, and you’d gotten calls from almost every big-name director wanting a meeting. It was overwhelming, but you tried to stay on top of it. Pieter said to ride the wave and learn how to jump to another that is higher.

“Hollywood is fickle, let’s not give them any fuel to turn the tides,” you said through a plastered smile while looking around you, returning the eye contact of those who were looking and whispering.

You still hadn’t gotten over the whispers. You never knew if they were good, or bad and it always got to you. When everyone took their seats, the event began. This was when the stares and whispers stopped. Everyone’s eyes were trained to the stage ahead, which gave you a reprieve. The show was filled with laughs, applause, and small talk. Tiffany had you in stitches, making fun of all the pomp and ridiculousness around you while those sitting around you did their best to keep your attention. You nodded, smiled, and did your best not to appear starstruck though you were more times than you could count.

After the show, and dinner it was again time to mingle and rub elbows. Thankfully good music helped. You walked around the room arm in arm with Tiff talking amongst yourselves. Every so often, you stopped and chatted with someone. First, it was Zac who was more buff in person then MBJ, who was just as charming as you’d expected him to be. When you were pulled to the side by Zendaya, who was still drop-dead gorgeous, you did your best to not come off as an amateur, but you found yourself hanging off of every word she spoke. It took you some time to recover.

When the music cranked up, and the talking turned down, you found yourself even more at ease. Tiffany was the only reason why you let loose the way you did. She urged you to dance and let your real self out while not caring who watched or what they said. Every time you tried, you saw Pieter from the corner of your eyes giving you a stern look that said keep it classy. So classy is what you kept it. It didn’t stop Tiffany from having the time of her life. You were glad for it. She deserved it.

By the time you looked at your phone, it was nearing two in the morning, and you were more than ready to go. Your feet were killing you, and you were tired of wearing clothes. You just wanted to lounge in bed completely naked while eating a pint of ice cream. As you made your move to leave with Tiff and Pieter on either side of you, you heard your name being shouted from across the room. You looked and saw a huddle of people waving you over.

“Go,” Pieter urged damn near pushing you toward them. You took Tiffany with you. When you got closer, it became clear what was going on. A group of at least ten of them were trying to get a selfie with everyone in the frame while one of them held their phone attached to a selfie stick. You snorted, remembering another photo like it.

“Come on, you guys, get in,” John Boyega invited.

“Absolutely,” Tiffany responded, pulling you along with her as she submerged herself in the crowd.

They all made room for you to squeeze in, and a squeeze was what it was. You looked to your left and nearly passed out. You were standing next to Chris Evans. His eyes met yours, and he gave you a friendly smile. As quickly as your eyes met, you looked away, finding Tiffany already looking. Your jaw dropped, giving her a look that she eagerly returned. You did your best to act cool and pose.

“All right, everyone, squish in.”

As instructed, everyone squished together. You felt his breath on your ear before you heard him.

“Is it okay?”

“What?” He leaned closer, giving you an even closer look at his lips. They looked soft.

“Is it okay, my hand?” You looked down to his arm as it registered what he was asking.

“Yeah, yeah. It’s cool,” you answered.

Chris’s arm wrapped around you, touching you in the middle of your back. Your heart literally skipped a beat, but you faked it and kept your cool.

“On three. One, two, three,” everyone counted down. Once at three, you smiled and struck your pose. As according to Hollywood standards, one picture was not good enough, two and three followed before a random paparazzi got in on the action and snapped a few as well. No one seemed to care, though.

“That was epic!” You didn’t know who it came from, but everyone erupted in laughter.

After going through a round of hugs with those who leaned in for one, you made your exit then got in the car. Once inside, you kicked off your heels and begged Tiffany to unhook the back of your corset. You couldn’t take it any longer. Pieter went over your schedule for later, but you barely listened. You were ready to call it a night and pass out.

Tiffany was the first to be dropped off, which left you and Pieter. He talked and talked. You were convinced he liked to hear himself talk. You knew everything he was saying was necessary, but you also knew that he would send an email and a text about the same thing in a few hours. You knew him that well. When he was dropped off, that was the first moment of peace you had all night. The silence was comforting.

You walked into your house just as it was turning three, and you wasted no time stripping your clothes off as you walked upstairs. Once in your bedroom, you only had your underwear on.

“Bed. Oh, how I’ve missed you.” You dropped face down, and before your head hit the five thousand thread count comforter, you were asleep.

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p1harmonyofficial · 3 years

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[📰] Get to Know the Members of K-Pop Group P1Harmony With These 10 Fun Facts! (Exclusive)

P1Harmony is a rising global K-Pop troupe, but we wanted Just Jared readers to get an exclusive chance to know them a little better!

The talented six-member boy group first arrived on the scene back in October of 2020, embarking on their international music career with the release of their first mini album DISHARMONY: STAND OUT and feature film, P1H: A New World Begins, which positioned the group as a force to be reckoned with in the music scene.

Amid the pandemic, the group continued to make new music for their fans with the release of their second mini album, DISHARMONY: BREAK OUT, including their slamming, hip-hop infused title track “Scared,”” along with an accompanying music video full of street-style dancing and intense visual effects.

Watch “Scared” and check out these 10 Fun Facts about P1Harmony inside!

INTAK

1. I have more eyelashes on my right eye than my left. Right after my debut, I didn’t really know how to remove eye makeup, so for a while, I used to just rub my eyes really hard with soap and now, I have more eyelashes on my right eye than my left. 2. I used to love oysters, but now I cannot eat it. I was an oyster fanatic, until very recently. I ordered raw oysters after watching a TV show at night with JONGSEOB, and after one bite, I couldn’t eat it anymore. The taste of the “sea” was so pungent. Now, I’m too traumatized! 3. I saved a man’s life. I went chestnut picking with my dad, and found a guy hanging on a cliff and struggling to get back up. We immediately helped him get up. He was really grateful and I remember feeling so proud to have saved someone’s life! 4. I have a small horizontal scar on the right side of my face, and I kind of like it. I got this scar when I was about four or five, and although it’s not that visible now, sometimes I like it because it makes me feel like a charismatic, bad guy! 5. I love dogs. I love dogs, so I have been watching a lot of dog-related videos but I’m terribly allergic. I can’t stop myself from petting them when I see them on the street, and always regret it afterwards because I turn all puffy and itchy! 6. I fantasize a lot about time travel. I even tried and feel like it can really happen one day! I lie down in my bed, put my blanket over my entire body and focus really hard on the idea, but this brings me nowhere but to the future. [Laughs] 7. I have a gold tooth. 8. I have a brown spot (mole) on my middle finger. 9. I love my Crayon Shin-chan character earphones. I get happy just looking at it. 10. I go to the convenient store so much that there isn’t anything I have not tried!

THEO

1. My right shoulder is more developed than my left. I used to play volleyball and would strike with my right arm, so my right shoulder is more developed than my left. 2. I have a red mole. I recently got a red mole on the side of my right neck, but I have no idea where it came from and why but it’s not going away! 3. I can’t burp, literally. I don’t know how to burp and have never burped in my life 4. I only drink carbonated drinks. I rarely drink anything that is NOT carbonated. 5. I don’t like lettuce and tomatoes in my burgers. 6. I had a burst appendix and didn’t know it for a while. I was hospitalized for two months, because they couldn’t find my appendix. Apparently, my organs are shaped and structured differently. 7. I love slippers. Unless I am going to an official engagement or doing promos, I am always in slippers, (even during winter)! 8. I have never cried in front of people until I turned 20. I was watching a very emotional episode of “Animal Farm,” and got caught crying in front of KEEHO, SOUL and JIUNG. Since then, I think I’ve gotten more emotional. I once cried watching JONGSEOB cry, too. 9. I can’t stay still when I’m on the phone. I have to walk around or do something when I’m on the phone. 10. I love singing songs to my friends over the phone.

JIUNG

1. I love Tonkatsu (pork cutlet). I have been addicted to tonkatsu these days and have been eating it almost every day for the last few months. 2. I have the same birthday as my younger brother. My younger brother and I share the same birthday, which is Oct. 7. We were also born around the same time. 3. My younger brother and I have a similar birth time as well. I think he was born like 8 minutes before me or after! 4. I love raw garlic and don’t like kimchi. 5. I only drink flat coca-cola. I purposely decarbonate my coke by shaking it and letting the air out multiple times until the bottle doesn’t expand anymore and the coke is completely flat. 6. I still fit into my hats from my adolescent years. My head is so small that I still fit into all my hats from elementary school. 7. I think too much. I make daily memos and write down almost everything to organize my thoughts. 8. I like to dance and sing when the streets are empty. When no one is around and I’m in a good mood. I love walking down the empty street thinking I’m shooting a music video. I sing, dance and act. Last time, I bumped into someone and I ran away in full embarrassment! [Laughs]. 9. I have a scar on my eye. 10. I may look picky, but I’m not a picky eater! I love trying a lot of different cuisines.

KEEHO

1. I love collecting sunglasses and glasses although my eyesight is near perfect. I love wearing glasses even though I don’t need them to see. I also have been collecting a lot of sunglasses lately. 2. I talk during my sleep, apparently! According to my members, I sleep-talk a lot (almost every night), but I don’t remember any of it and I never have dreams. 3. I have the same birthday as my dad! 4. I can eat salads all day. I love salads! I love eating vegetables, especially celery and carrots, and prefer dressings like ranch and oriental. 5. I am not good at smiling. I have a hard time smiling so I’m still in the process of learning how to smile naturally! I have to make sounds out loud to smile [during photo shoots]. 6. I used to hate wearing sweatpants. I don’t know why but I hated sweatpants and never wore them when I was younger― even if I had to wear something more uncomfortable like slacks or jeans.. Now, I wear them all the time! 7. I rarely cry alone or in front of people. The only person who has seen me cry is INTAK. I was going through something heavy and was alone at a park by myself when INTAK came to pick me up. He started crying as soon as he saw me, and that made me cry. 8. I used to pull all my loose baby teeth. I hated having something loose in my mouth, so instead of waiting to go to the dentist, I used to pull them out on my own. 9. I have a light (barely noticeable) mole on my big toe. 10. I have curly hair, so unless I blow dry it, it goes wild.

SOUL

1. I used to collect beetles. I think I had up to 30 beetles in one big box. 2. I only wear Air Jordans. I only wear Jordans and my favorite design is the Air Jordan 1s. 3. I love dolls! I love buying and collecting dolls. I like anything that is cute and fuzzy. 4. I don’t like taking pictures of humans except KEEHO. I only take pictures of nature, architecture or like a beautiful scenery. The only time I would take a picture of a human is of KEEHO. 5. Me and my younger sister found an important historical stone artifact. We were just digging stuff up and found a stone artifact. We later learned it was a historically valuable artifact, so we donated it to a museum. 6. I wear my pants backwards. 7. I don’t like electric fans. I don’t like when wind blows in my face 8. I once had the same dream three times in a row. I had the same dream three times in a row, but every ending changed depending on the choices I made [in my dream]. 9. A bird pooped on my head while I was on my way to school. Without having much reaction, I just walked to school and waited until I had to go to the bathroom to wash. 10. I don’t get scared or surprised easily. I used to get yelled at for bowing down and saying hi to all the actors playing zombies, monsters or ghosts at haunted houses in theme parks.

JONGSEOB

1. I like books that are thick and with small letters for no particular reason. I tend to buy books that are thick, whatever the genre is. I think it’s because I’m a fast reader. 2. I never had cavities! I love eating sweets like jellies and candies. I can go through a whole pack in one sitting, but I’ve never had cavities! 3. I have something called a “knee hyperextension and/or back knee. My knee bends backwards in a straightened position unlike many people. 4 I love the dark. I usually don’t turn on the lights unless I really have to. 5. I could sleep for long periods of time. I once slept up to 16 straight hours, and I barely have dreams. Maybe like five times a year?! 6. I don’t like/eat seaweed or seagrass. 7. I love walking into a room that is super cold. I turn on the A/C and close the door for about 30 minutes so it can be ice cold before I walk in. 8. I want to learn how to play bass guitar one day! I watch random videos of jam sessions, and one day would really like to play bass guitar. 9. My eyesight is different on both eyes. I am near-sighted on one, and far-sighted on the other. 10. I am pretty good at playing games on my phone.

#p1harmony #ot6 #t:news #era:disharmony : break out #210430

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Don’t trip

NCT 22nd member / Dream 8th member

Bee’s Masterlist

“Bee gets hurt during a concert” Thanks to the anon who requested this!!

a/n: I think this could be more dramatic but if I’m honest with you, I like the way it came out. Don’t be shy and interact a little, ask box is always open. Any kind of feedback will be very appreciated💛

It didn’t make much sense to Bee when the stylists decided to give her black heeled boots for one of the Dream Show concerts when she had perfectly performed in the previous days with her usual platforms and sneakers with an obnoxious amount of sole.

It’s not that she didn’t know how to wear heels, on the contrary, being the tiny person she was, she had gotten used to dance in them for award shows and quick performances. But thinking about the hoverboards and excessive jumping off things they did during the concert, she felt uneasy about doing them without as stable shoes.

Talking about it to one of the stylists, the older woman brushed her off. “We thought you would look more mature in them, I’m sure you won’t have much problem with it. You’re lead dancer after all, aren’t you?”

Bee agreed with her, still a bit uneasy about the situation, she considered talking about it with one of the managers around, yet the fear of being an annoyance kept her silent. She would only wear them for the first two parts of the concert anyway, after they got out of the fancy costumes and put on the shirts and jeans she would be able to wear sneakers again.

Chenle stood next to her and furrowed his eyebrows “Why did they give you fancy shoes if you’re as tall as you were with the other ones?”

“I don’t know” She mumbled shrugging her shoulders “At least they’re fancy” Side hugging her, he led them to where the rest of the dreamies were getting their mic packs to go on stage.

The first few sets went by without much trouble, Bee tried her best to dance naturally and even managed to forget about the boots at some point. Although, she was more cautious when jumping around since she felt the floor more slippery than before.

When they went for outfits change the girl felt a little relieved she could get comfortable again, but the stylist handed her a pair of white boots with even bigger heels. Unfortunately, she didn’t have time to argue, and when Bee talked briefly with her manager, he only gave her an encouraging pat on the back and urged her to stand in place.

Walking next to Renjun, the boy raised an eyebrow as she fumbled with her in-ears.

“Is everything okay?” He asked her standing on the marked spot and watching Haechan and Jisung going on stage first.

“Yeah, I’m just a little worried about the turns,” She told him remembering the choreography, mentally cursing at herself for not practicing it in different shoes before.

“Isn’t there some way she can change her shoes?” Renjun asked a nearby staff, also a little worried something could go wrong, but all he got as a response was a no.

The cheers increased again as Jeno, Jaemin, and Chenle went on stage and the girl tried standing on her tippy toes.

“Just change the choreography,” Renjun told her.

“But I’m supposed to be mirroring you” Bee frowned, not wanting to make things different because of an inconvenience.

“I know, just make it look cohesive and no one will mind. Really, if you don’t think you can do it then change it” As he spoke, the staff urged them on stage, the song slowed down relatively as they went out, going from hip-hop to contemporary.

The girl took a deep breath and started doing the movements like she had learned them but when it came to the end of the set, she couldn’t think of anything interesting enough to do. So feeling less than confident, she jumped in the air as an attempt of completing a spin.

The jump went fine, her arms elongating the move beautifully, but when it came to the landing, her left foot touched the floor sooner than anticipated, making her lose her balance and, as an unconscious attempt to soften the crash, she landed with all her weight on her right knee.

With the rest of the boys walking near them to finish the dance routine together, Haechan was the closest to her and he reached out to help her get up with a hand on her arm. Taking the first step to her position, Bee felt a shock of pain burst through her right knee, making her stumble a little in his hold.

Sucking it up so it wouldn’t be so noticeable, she out herself together and walked to her spot, making a lot of effort so she wouldn’t limp while dancing to the rest of the song, occasionally feeling one of the boys staring at her worriedly.

After the song ended, they jumped straight into the next one and the girl noticed how it wasn’t hurting as much as before yet she was sure once the adrenaline from the concert wore off, it would hurt ten times more and she would have to heavily ice her knee for it to get better quickly.

Trying her best not to limp too much, Bee pushed through until they had a break to interact with the fans, using that time to rest on her left leg and not move too much.

Moving his mic from his mouth, Renjun approached to talk to her “Is it hurting too much?” he asked and she nodded leaning her weight on him but hiding it with a side hug to not worry people too much.

After she answered him, Renjun turned to Jeno, who had been watching them from the other side of the stage, and gave him a thumbs-up, sending the older running backstage.

“What’s he doing?” Bee asked him, moving her microphone as well but didn’t get a response back.

Instead, she stood next to him and watched the boys talking. Two minutes later, when Jisung was the one speaking, Jeno came back running with her usual white sneakers in hand, making the girl sigh in relief, Bee had to fight back a smile when the fans started cheering even though they probably didn’t know half of what was going on.

Kneeling in front of her, Jeno set the shoes down and started unzipping her boot. “I can’t do it, get up,” She said loud enough that her mic picked it up making some nctzens laugh.

Looking at the audience with an annoyed face, Jeno rolled his eyes exagedarily and went back to change her shoes.

“And that my friends, it’s a gentleman,” Haechan said extending his arms to them and adding to the entertainment of the fans.

Patting her foot once he was done, Jeno got up and Bee thanked him with a smile, picking up the boots from the ground and handing them to a staff member who had run on stage. Even though her knee was still slightly hurting, she was glad she didn’t have to deal with the shoes from hell anymore.

Going down for the last change of costumes, the girl noticed how the stylist didn’t look her way at all, but since she would only wear a white skirt with the standard black shirt from the concert, Bee didn’t really need her presence. Yet, she still felt bad for not following the woman’s wishes.

“Jeno said she wasn’t willing to give away your sneakers that easily, but since he had to be on stage one of the managers pressured her to give them to him,” Jisung said sitting next to her as they waited for the rest of them to be ready. A makeup artist coming close to dry some sweat off of his neck.

“I should apologize to her” Bee mumble and Jaemin approached them.

“You’re acting like you couldn’t have gotten seriously hurt today,” He said untangling his in ears and softly kicking her knee with his foot “That fall looked bad, is it hurting?”

“Just a little” She nodded as someone screamed for them to head back on stage, getting up from her chair, Bee felt that the pain had increased, probably from the minute she spent cooling down. Wincing and leaning her weight on her left leg, she made both boys arch an eyebrow at her “Okay, maybe it’s worse than I thought”

“Arg, Yun-hee. We can’t take you anywhere” Jaemin said with fake annoyance and crouched down in front of her, gesturing for a piggyback ride.

“I should walk there to warm up again. The show isn’t over you know” Bee smiled patting his back and Jaemin huffed getting up.

“I talked with the staff, they’re putting a stool for you to sit on for the rest of the performance” Renjun spoke as the group got together on the hallway.

“They don’t have to, I can pull off the rest of the concert, it’s almost done, anyways,” The girl said, not because she didn’t want to seem incapable, but because she didn’t want to make people more worried.

“You’re limping right now, do you seriously think you can do it?” Haechan pointed out and walked in front of her, doing the same thing Jaemin had done a minute ago.

“Been there, done that, she’s not accepting piggyback rides” The pink-haired boy said with monotony.

“I almost fought with the stylist for your shoes, you’re sitting in the stool,” Jeno said uncharacteristically serious putting an end to the argument and dragging them to the stage.

Sitting on the stool, the girl tried her hardest not to pout as the boys walked around the stage. She felt even more stupid since they weren’t even dancing to the songs playing, so as an attempt of entertaining herself, she got off the chair and dragged it closer to the edge of the stage, opting to interacting with the fans there instead of sulking.

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Southbound : Chapter 6

After the Cullens leave her behind, Bella is left to pick up the pieces by herself. A year after her eighteenth birthday, a split second decision lands her in her truck, running far away from everything she has ever known. She decides to go south. What will she find in San Angelo, Texas?

After Peter left, the air between us felt stagnant, cold, like a pond left uncovered in the first freeze of winter. The man in front of me didn’t smile, didn’t even fake a breath for my own comfort. I know he could feel the shard of glass slowly sinking into the pit of my stomach; the fact of its direction changing, resigning, surpassing my throat to lodge itself in my skull as a sharp ache not lost on me.

And I’m sure, not on him.

I knew Jasper. I had sat feet from him not even years before. What had changed in those aching months? What kind of lust seeped into his unbreakable bones since? This man was toothier, slumping shoulders spread wide against the settee. Who was this brother of his and why did he have Jasper now? I mean— he had explained just moments ago the short extent of Alice and his separation, but the questions were tar in my brainstem: unmoving, guilty, painful. The faint imprint memory of his hand on my knee softened the creases under my eyes. His eyes were nothing if not full of memories.

He scared the shit out of me. The worst part of me liked it.

The keys in my hand were jangling as I wrung my hands against the metal. They were ice cold from Peter’s grip and yet I never shied away from them, I rested into their cut, their steel mill scent. It’s all the comfort I had left in this unfamiliar sandy home.

“You never told me where you meant to end up, Isabella.”

The look on his face hadn’t changed from its hawk-like gaze, his mouth upturned in what was made to be sincere questioning.

My teeth seemed to buzz in my jaw as they clenched. I was stuck between trying to find the answer that made the most sense— but this far away haunted house was nowhere close to where I was headed. To be honest, I hadn’t even made a plan for my drive, the road had been a black licorice rope pulling me deeper and deeper south, its vines unswervable.

Those damn carmine irises were still on my face. My hand settled on the silver scar. “Somewhere without you— your kind.” There's a horrible dread that sinks deep into the pit of my lowest bones, down past the acid lining of my stomach. It wasn’t mine in the first place…

He smiled again. That fangy lip twitch he implemented earlier in his bedroom, his searing white canines glinting in the southern sun. Jasper did some twist of his knuckles as they rested on his denim knee, the bareness of the marble flesh punctuated.

“Do you truly think your life will not continue to be… supernatural?” He paused something big and let his lashes point away from me, his gaze settling right behind my head, “The world has never been that kind. Especially to you, Miss Swan.” The way his tongue curled around my name made something twist in my gut. Something that felt like finally breaching the top of a rollercoaster after clunking around in the seat for several minutes.

I took a breath, “No hope for me then, Mr. Cullen?”

“Whitlock, darlin. Mr. Whitlock.”

His correction was daring and quick, like a dare. The scared shitlessness was starting to turn.

“Oh?” I’m sure my eyes were the size of dinner plates served on the damn moon.

His quirk faltered as he refocused on the skin of my neck. “The Cullens aren’t the biggest fans of the ousted members keeping their name, I’m sure. Whitlock was my human name.”

My lip twitched, “Like Peter?” He did say they were brothers, it would make sense the tanner man kept it while Jasper stayed up north.

“He adopted it when I changed him in the twenties. He didn’t need to remember his own.”

The paint covering the living room walls was starting to feel warmer and warmer. There was a sort of mysticism in the air, the kind of feeling Phil said he got standing on the pitcher’s mound. This charge of electricity. And if I felt it— did the man in front of me do too?

“You changed Peter?”

A hum came from his Adam's apple. I quickly stopped staring at its vibration, focusing on my still hands. “Is that where you got that name? The ‘Major’?” My legs felt like salt blocks sat out for the new fawns.

Jasper kicked his foot out, inches from my own. “All in time, Isabella.”

Why the hell was that the question he kept dodging?

I nodded against my own snooping judgement and sat up straight, gripping the cut key again. “Peter said something about seeing my truck?” As if on cue the sound of a backfire sounding across at least an acre of dirt, the laugh of the man in question following in direct response.

He reminded me of a wilder, leaner, Emmett.

I didn't know if that was a good thing.

The blond rolled his eyes, something I would’ve passed out seeing months ago, which now just made him more and more intriguing. His hand raised without fantastical speed and made an ushering motion, inviting me silently to stand and follow him to the front door, not even twenty feet to our backs. I did as I… wasn't… told and raised to my shuffling feet, watching with barely suppressed intensity as he did the same, his shirt unbunching as his long legs swept past me. His strides were unhurried yet strong, quickly reaching the exit without me. Jasper’s slim fingers turned the knob gently and allowed the now open door to rest against his shoulder.

“I’m sure my brother will find you the moment you start walkin’. I have to get to some business caused by my early departure earlier.” My shoes scuffed the hardwood as I passed by him, the scent of firewood and malt whiskey light in the air of the threshold. I nodded again as I looked back at the giant southerner.

“So I’ll be making it back?” Half joking, half fearful the words slipped past my lips.

He smiled truly that time, his teeth hidden behind his smile. “Of course Isabella. No one plans to kill you… for as long as I can see.”

The door closed slowly as I turned away from him in only slight ease, the sound of his footsteps behind it unrecognizable. Texas dry wind called to me from the bare porch, wooden planks creaking ever so slightly underneath my weight. The world was quiet— in only a way nature could be quiet. Silence without loneliness.

Another diesel racket sounded over the slight hill in the property, some of the only patches clustered with shruby, overgrown trees.

“Bell!”

There was a smile hiding under the surface of my skin, not the least undetectable. My stride started up again as I half jogged through the crab grass and rusty dirt. It had to be almost two or three o’clock now, the sun high and bright in the cloudless sky.

Had the day gone by so fast— or so slow?

I couldn’t decide which it was. Not yet. Not now.

The baked exterior of my cab was just in sight over the small hill, somehow further away from the bare dirt trail than it had been this morning. Had the black eyed man… moved it? It didn’t run, at least not by my hand, he would’ve had to have pushed it… or picked it up.

God, Peter was starting to turn out more and more like the biggest Cullen boy by the second.

My shoes were caked in dead weeds and clay dust by the time I reached the freckled vampire— an attribute I still hadn’t made sense of. His cowboy hat was a stark black against his darkened porcelain skin. He smelt rough like a redwood forest, something private. Secluded. Peter’s hands were covered in the ink black of motor oil and grease, the solutions clinging to his perfect fingernails.

He had to be related to Jasper somehow, there's no way he wasn’t. I was sure of it.

Or maybe I was just hoping.

Silly girl.

His eyes could’ve mirrored his brother’s and I wouldn’t have noticed anything past the sight just behind him: my truck was pulled at the seams.

“Sorry bun, I think your baby might need some extra attention before it gets anywhere near a highway.” My breath was loose in my throat, air whistling behind my eyes. The transmission was the only thing complete under the hood. The engine block was propped up by a chain tied to a lone pecan tree, the rest of the assembly laid out on a blanket on the pitted ground. The well of tears hit the back of my eyes before he started to speak.

“I had to take the engine apart to diagnose the problem— something to do with some coils. It ain’t as bad as it looks, I promise, Bell.” I nodded for the fiftieth time that day, my words fleeting in the paralysing tunnel that had become my voice box. The only thing I had kept when I left was now in pieces at my feet, the soil unforgiving and rough against the cotton blanket they sat on. The downpour of fear came down my sinuses and filtered out through my spine, the tips of my fingers pulsing with thunder. Peter stood, apathetic to the storm raging through my body, his stance curling around my own slightly, as if in defense to the world around us, to the truth in front of me.

“How long will it take to fix?” My voice was weak and pitiful, stripped of its playful kick Peter initially instilled.

He twitched his shoulders in a shrug. “Could be a week or more. Maybe two.” His own speech didn’t reflect his burdening appearance. It was almost airy, a light glee hidden subtly behind the consonants.

My brain stored the small inflection for a much later time.

“You know,” he started, his massive wiped hand drawing to my shoulder, “me and the Major don’t mind some company around the house. The old thing could use some life in it while your truck gets some beauty work done.” His suggestion wouldn’t have sounded like such a question if anyone else had uttered it, but the draw of the Whitlock boys held a certain power over my otherwise powerless existence, at the moment. I wanted answers, stories, the in and outs of the clan I had called family as a younger girl.

I wouldn’t admit to anyone else my other wants.

Hell, I couldn’t even admit them to myself yet.

I made a sound in the back of my throat that made up for another nod and pursed my lips in false thought, the field stretching before me in an unwavering sea of curiosity.

“Only until she's fixed. I’ve served my time living with vampires for two lifetimes.”

There was an explosion of a laugh from Peter’s tan lips and I smiled in turn. The truck was a cesspool of terrifying possibilities, insecurities. But for right now, the horrible itch in my brain led me further into the immortal light.

The cold digits of the human drinker felt featherlight against my back as he sputtered to an airy stop. “You are truly something Bell.” My teeth poked through my lips as I looked into his face and found simple lineless skin and sandy curls. My eyes rested back on the rusted out birthday present and sighed. “Do you want any help?” It sounded almost like a plea, the time splitting me farther and farther.

He shook his head with vigor. “Baby doll, I’m not sure you’d make it go any faster.”

I had half a mind to slap him on the chest, no matter the bruising I’d sustain.

“I’m not that dimwitted.”

He sucked unneeded air through his teeth and let me go, stepping towards the hull. “Just believe me.”

I shook my head like a dumped dog and looked back towards the house, just barely noticeable at this distance. The question bounced around my stomach before it left my mouth, “What is Jasper up to?”

Peter raised a brow and picked up an impact wrench.

“I’m not sure you’d want to know.”

#southbound #my writing #jasper x bella #mine #writing #fanfiction #twilight #thetwilightsaga #twilight fanfic

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spammingitsobadly · 3 years

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Not a requested story or anything, but I’m not doing too hot and wanted to write about my biggest comfort characters since I’ve read every fic this site has to offer, hah. Also I finally found out how to make an under the cut thing on posts so now my fics don’t have to automatically take up all of the screen :-]

“Long Day” Pairing: Wu Chang x Hunter!Reader Category: Comfort

Warnings: None I think? Fan does start to get a little.. kissy.. but it lasts like one line and doesn’t go further than that. All still SFW.

Reader Pronouns: They/Them

It was quiet. Xie Bian sat comfortably upon a chair in the livingroom of the manor as a fire crackled and licked at the brick interior of the fireplace. He’d been enjoying a novel for most of the day as neither him nor Fan Wujiu had been called out for a match. Xie flipped through the pages of the novel as Fan lay bored on the couch, fiddling with his bell.

Fan placed the bell upon the wooden flooring with a soft ring and sat up with a huff and a sigh. He looked through the frosty windows and noticed how dark it was outside. The sun had rested below the skyline long ago and the stars twinkled and stared down upon him. Snowflakes floated down gently from the skies onto the slumbering flowers and gardens, marking the first signs of the upcoming winter. Fan rolled his eyes at the sight.

He hated this time of year. It was far too cold to do anything and it was such a pain traveling through the thick white snow. Teleportation was almost a necessity to get to one survivor to the other as chasing them was near impossible at this rate. Fan sighed once more and flopped back down onto the couch. Then he remembered you. You’d been called out a great deal today, chasing and fighting in the freezing fall air. You must be miserable, he’d thought to himself.

As Xie flipped through another page of his book, he glanced over at the manor doors as laughter echoed from outside. Fan glanced over as well, trying to take a gander at what the commotion was. A group of survivors pushed through the heavy doors, laughing like there was no tomorrow. Fan sneered at them. What happened?

“I still can’t believe how well done that counter attack was, Norton!” A figure cloaked in green chuckled, patting the prospector on the back. A smug smile was spread across Norton’s face as he chortled and wiped the light snow off of his shirt. Rolling his eyes, Xie continued reading his novel but Fan squinted, annoyed at the group.

“I didn’t even plan it. We were just in the right place at the right time, I suppose,” Norton replied gleefully. Following angrily behind the group of cheerful survivors was the hunter of the final match that day. You.

You were soaked from head to toe and shivering immensely. Your usual smile was nowhere to be seen as you glared bitterly at the giggling bunch, growing more and more irritable by the second. You threw your weapon down at the ground in a fit of rage with a loud clang, startling Xie who jumped in his seat. Without hesitation, he sprung up from his chair, tossed his book upon it, and hurried towards your shivering figure.

“Oh, my dear, what did those hooligans do to you?” Xie asked worriedly, ushering you towards a spot in front of the fireplace. Fan rose from the couch and walked towards you and Xie. He didn’t show much emotion on the outside but inside he was fuming. What did those fuckers do to his love? Kneeling down, Xie sat you down at the fireplace and began wiping the snow from your hair and clothing before you swatted your hand at him in annoyance.

“It’s nothing, I’m fine,” you snapped, crossing your arms with a huff. Xie looked down upon you, his fuchsia pink eyes filled with nothing but worry. He began to wipe the snow off of your form once more, though this time you didn’t stop him. You just stared quietly into the fire as it ate at the wood in the center. The room was silent besides the distant laughter of the survivors echoing against the manor walls. It remained such for a few moments before you calmed and gathered your thoughts.

“The prospector attached one of his magnets onto me while I chased him,” you began. Xie and Fan looked down at you as you spoke.

“The lawyer was typing in the code for the exit gate. I would’ve gotten them if it weren’t for those damn magnets.” Xie tilted his head at you, he’d grasped your hands and held them tightly in his as your shivering began to calm. You didn’t make eye contact with him. Your eyes were fixated on the blaze in front of you as Fan stared down at you, arms crossed.

“I got too close to the other magnet and it shot me backwards. I couldn’t regain my balance and slipped into a puddle. It was a rather nasty fall. And it was the last straw for me. Those fuckers had been teasing me all day and I just had it. I gave up. I let them escape. I was too cold to do anything at that point.” You let out a soft sigh as Xie rested a hand upon your ice cold cheek. You turned your head towards him, closing your eyes and leaning into his touch.

Fan huffed angrily. Oh, they were going to have the beating of their life next time they were paired with him. In fact, why wait? Rage induced thoughts echoed in his head like a static as he stomped towards the chair Xie had been sitting at previously. He grabbed the black umbrella left aside the chair and gripped the handle tightly, planning his revenge before Xie stopped him.

“Leave them be. It’s all part of the game,” Xie reminded the black guard, his tone soft yet strict. Fan stumbled his words, unable to come up with a proper counter argument as his head was only filled with the ungodly punishment he was about to lash out at every survivor that sat calmly at the dinner table. Xie turned towards his fuming black and white haired lover, a light glare in his eyes to show that he wasn’t going to repeat himself. Fan pouted and crossed his arms, umbrella still in hand, complying with the white guard’s wishes.

“I’m sorry your day went this way, my love,” Xie whispered, turning back to look at your saddened face. You finally looked up at him and gazed into his rose colored eyes. He smiled softly. God, you were just so beautiful to him. Even when soaked, tired, and unkempt, you were still so marvelous to him. He rested his hands back onto yours.

“Come along now. Let's get you changed,” Xie said, pulling you up from the floor. He guided you to your room, a hand on your side. Fan followed swiftly behind, shooting a final sneer at the survivors as he walked by. Fan walked aside you and Xie, rubbing your sore back reassuringly. The floorboards creaked gently as the three of you traversed through the corridors to your living quarters. Your shivering had died down as your two beloved partners comforted you.

Fan opened the door to your room. The door creaked on its hinges as a cold breeze sent shivers down his spine. You and Xie took a step back as Fan peered in the room. The white curtains that covered your window waved gently as the crisp fall air trickled into your room.

“Stupid, what did I tell you about leaving your window open this time of year?” Fan asked rhetorically, walking inside and shutting the window. You rolled your eyes. The black guard rested the umbrella against the wall as Xie escorted you inside, shut the door, and sat you upon your bed. He fumbled around the room for a way to light the area as Fan looked around for dry clothing.

“Aha,” Xie whispered to himself, finding a small box of matches. Striking the tip of the match against the edge of the box, he set it alight. He lit the few candles that were placed accordingly around your room before extinguishing the flame from the match. Fan found a large shirt folded neatly in your dresser drawer. He recognized it. You stole this from him, didn’t you? Ah, it didn’t matter. He also grabbed a pair of pants from the dresser, walked towards you, and placed the dry clothing upon the bedsheets.

“May I?” Xie offered to help clean you up. You nodded your head, not saying a word. You were too exhausted and sore to do anything yourself at this point so you gladly accepted their help. You had known them long enough to be comfortable with them seeing you in a state of undress.

Xie began unbuttoning and untying your wet and unkempt clothing, averting his eyes respectfully. Fan snuck a peak as Xie helped dress you, but the white guard knew Fan’s little antics.

“Wujiu,” he teased in a sing-song voice. Fan turned his head away, sat down upon a chair that sat beside the window and glanced away with a sigh. Xie placed the wet clothing onto the floor and pulled the large shirt over your head. You pulled your arms through the sleeves and pulled the pants over your legs before making yourself comfortable.

Fan looked over to see that you were done getting dressed and stood up to reach for the hair brush that lay upon your nightstand. He removed his shoes so as to not muddy up your sheets and climbed onto the bed with you, brush in hand. He began combing through your hair which had gotten a bit messy due to the winds that came in like waves during the matches that day. Unlike his attitude, Fan was very gentle when he cared for you. He wants to make sure that his partner is calm and happy and if that means swallowing his pride or calming his nerves for you then so be it. He ran his fingers through your hair as he brushed it, admiring how gorgeous you looked with your hair all down and neat.

Xie sat upon the edge of the bed next to you without much to do, but he was fine with that as he got to see your beautiful face as his loving partner combed through your hair. He admired all of your features as you sat there. Your sparkling eyes, your soft skin, your form, all of it.

“How were your days?” You spoke, breaking the silence.

“Boring,” Fan answered, still brushing your hair.

“It was nothing eventful. However, I did catch up on my reading,” Xie replied, before remembering he had left his novel back in the living room. Ah, no worries. He could get it later. Fan finished up brushing the last section of your hair and placed the brush back down onto the night stand. You were suddenly jerked backwards and pulled up onto the black guard’s lap as he began to massage your shoulders. He noticed there had been slight bruising and a few scratches upon your skin from the palettes the survivors slammed into you. He ran his fingers over them delicately as his anger came flooding back to him.

“I’ll make those boneheads pay. Just you wait,” Fan muttered, leaning down a bit to plant a soft kiss upon each bruise and cut. You chuckled to yourself as his nose tickled at your skin. He rubbed his hands against your arms as he kissed at your shoulders and back. He’d begun kissing and nipping at your neck playfully, but you kindly asked him to stop before it escalated further. Not tonight. Respecting your wishes and boundaries, he stopped and wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you into an embrace from the back. He rested his head upon yours.

“Don’t hog them all for yourself now,” Xie joked, crawling up towards the two of you on the bed and laying down at your side, resting his head on a soft white pillow. Fan chuckled and shifted his position, still holding you close with an arm. He laid down on his side and pulled Xie closer to the two of you, planting a kiss upon his forehead with a soft smile. Xie smiled back in return and wrapped his arms around both you and Fan.

There you lay, sandwiched tightly, yet comfortably in between the two guards. In between your two lovers. In between the two men who would do absolutely anything for you if it meant it would bring a smile to your face. Oh, how they loved you dearly. Xie ran his gentle fingers through your hair as he gazed into your kind eyes lovingly. He traced your facial features with his fingertips over and over, admiring your charm. Fan grumbled, hungry for affection. The white guard snickered softly and ran a finger over his nose before resting his palm against his cheek, rubbing his thumb over it affectionately. Fan leaned into his touch, shutting his eyes, and letting out a calm sigh.

As all three of you hunters began to grow tired, Xie pulled the blanket over your bodies and you snuggled into each other like a batch of kittens. The white guard placed a chaste kiss upon your lips and ran his fingers through your hair a final time.

“I love you so much,” he whispered, a smile on his face.

“I love you too. I love you both so dearly,” you whispered in reply, resting a hand on Xie’s side. Fan hummed in response, too tired to speak. You drifted off into a quiet slumber as your lovers followed soon behind.

#idv #identityv #idvxreader #idv imagines #wu chang #xie bian #fan wujiu #polyamarous

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loves124 · 3 years

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Neighbor’s ch.1

Warning: language (sorry if it bothers you all but I usually sing like a sailor and tried holding back a bit more this chapter but there are still some word in here.)

Kinda fluff?

If there are any errors or mistakes please don’t hesitate to let me know :)

Also don’t hesitate to give me some fresh ideas

Thank you,

Love you,

Enjoy!

(Shouta Aizawa x fem!reader)

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It's been a long day for you. As soon as you walked out the door this morning, anything and everything has been going wrong. You were running late and had to skip breakfast, you missed your train, you got scolded by your boss for showing up late, and you even grabbed your least favorite pair of socks. They have a little nub in the corner that always feels super weird on your foot and makes you feel uncomfortable in your body. As the day progressed, nothing got better. You just wanted to come home and cry on your couch while watching Ghibli movies and eating a pint of ice cream for dinner.

You could feel the familiar lump in your throat forming, and your eyes were stinging from holding back your tears. Today was just so frustrating, and all you wanted was for it to be over. The more you thought about it, the heavier your emotion was. Thank God that your shift was finally over with. Looking at the time, you saw that it was 7:30 and you needed to hurry to catch the last train home.

As you headed home, you could feel your feet dragging behind you, sniffling and letting some tears fall. You finally reach your complex and continue walking to your apartment door.

A man is standing by the railing near your apartment door. He has a cigarette hanging from his lips. Taking a second to lean away from the railing, he pulls a hairband from his wrist and gathers his long ebony hair pulling it back into a messy bun. He looks a little disheveled: wearing some black slacks to pair with his black V-neck shirt.

You can see some cardboard boxes packed around him as well. It takes you a second to realize that the apartment next to yours has been vacant for weeks now. Mrs. Honda, your landlady, might've finally found an occupant.

Great. Your first impression to your neighbor is going to be when you're a total mess. That's just fan-fucking-tastic.

You try to compose yourself as you make your way closer to your apartment, and it isn't working too well. The man picks up your movement and gives you a gaze as he flicks the built-up ashes of the end of his cigarette.

You give a bit of a nod and mumble a quiet hello as you make your way closer to your apartment. You fumble through your purse, trying to find your key card for your door. Huffing in frustration, you realize that you most likely locked it in your apartment. 'This day just can't get any better,' you think to yourself.

You dig through your purse and grab your wallet, pulling out a dunking donuts gift card. You attempt to fiddle it in-between your door and the frame. You were struggling as you fiddled with the handle of the door. You are just about to try and kick down the door before a voice interrupts you.

"Aren't burglars supposed to be good at picking locks?"

You look over to see the man leaning back on the rail, amused at your feeble attempt to break into your own apartment.

Flustered, you stumble to find your words. "Ah well, you see... this is actually my apartment. I just locked my card inside. I was running late this morning and didn't have time for breakfast. And breakfast is the most important meal of the day, and it probably is a reason why I forgot my card. And my boss didn't make it any better by being such an asshole-" you glance at the man again and compose yourself. "I'm so sorry. You don't need to know all that. It's just been a long day," you sigh.

"Hey, I get it. It's been similar for me. I usually don't smoke, but it's been a bit of a rough day, so I thought I deserved a bit of a break," he signals to the cigarette intertwined between his fingers.

"I would offer you one, but I take you as the type who doesn't smoke."

"After the day I had, I am very tempted for any sort of relief" you sigh and drop your bag, joining him over by the railing.

Lazily putting the cigarette back in-between his lips, he extends his hand out to you. "Shouta Aizawa, I guess I'm your new neighbor."

You reciprocate and put your tiny hand in his "(F/N L/N, it's nice to meet you. Sorry, you had to see me when I'm such a mess."

"If this is you when you're a mess, I'd love to see how you are normally," he says.

Both you and Aizawa chit chat a bit before a gust of wind flows by you, making you shiver and cover your arms to receive it a bit. I guess he picks up on it because he offers you to come inside his apartment for a cup of tea.

"If that makes you uncomfortable, though, you are more than free to refuse. I won't take any offense," Aizawa says as he stubs out the remains of his cigarette into the ashtray he has sitting on a cardboard box.

"I'll take you up on your offer" you smile. "Just to let you know, though, I judge harshly when it comes to people's tea-making abilities."

"noted," he chuckles as he holds the door open for you with one arm while holding the box in the other.

You both chat for hours. Talking about anything and everything, you learned that he is a teacher at UA. Commending him at his accomplishment for having a job at such a prestigious school, but he doesn't seem to be interested in his accomplishment. Even with all of the talking, he seems like he isn't too interested in talking about his own life but more interested in finding more information about yours.

It's sweet, but you would like to know more about the man in front of you. You are surprised with how comfortable you are with him. He is a little intimidating. He's got this dark and broody sort of personality, and that's disregarding his looks. This man is the definition of sexy.

You are just admiring him and all of his details while he is sipping on the chamomile tea he made for you both. You notice the scar that's on his left cheekbone, and you're tempted to run your fingers across it. He also had some pretty prominent eye bags. You usually think eye bags are unattractive. That's ever since you developed some from working overtime at your job. Waking up and seeing the dark circles under your eye made you feel so insecure. Looking at Aizawa though, you can't help but find them beautiful. They add to his charm a bit, and you realize he most likely has them from putting in so much effort into his work. His dedication is more than admirable.

You take your time basking in him, thinking to yourself, "why is he so goddamn pretty?"

Only to realize that his expression changes, and you just said that out loud. Flustered, you try and explain yourself, "Sorry, I just- I didn't- God, this is embarrassing."

He grins. "Never would have thought I would be described as 'pretty. Usually, I get 'jaded' or 'dull.'"

"Really?" you say, shocked. "But you're so handsome?"

"With these dry eyes, thanks, but I don't need any pity compliments" you go to defend yourself but are interrupted by him.

"speaking of dry eyes," he rummages through his pockets. "Where did I put them?" he questions before picking up a box and setting it on the counter, rummaging through it.

"What are you looking for?" you question.

"Just eye drops, I get some pretty mean dry eye, so I usually have some on hand," he huffs.

"Well, I don't think you are going to find them in there," you nervously laugh.

"Why not? I'm pretty sure I put them in here."

"Do you... um usually put your eye drops in with uh- your butt plugs?" you question

"My what?" he stares incredulously, and you respond by pointing to the scribbled sharpie written on the side of the box. He flips the box around to see written in big bold letters' Aizawa's Butt Plugs FRAGILE'.

"Hizashi," he quietly sighs while pinching the bridge of his nose.

"Hey, it's totally okay. I don't kink shame here. I would just say its a little unsanitary to put your eye drops with-"

"I don't have but plugs," he quickly says. "I have never once owned but plugs; it's just my coworker is a piece of shit and doesn't know how to stay out of someone else's stuff."

"I like his humor. Seems like my kind of person," you chuckle.

"You would eat your words if you met him in person. He is kind of a loud person," he sighs as he continues to dig through the box. "Finally," he puffs as he pulls out a small little bottle. Unscrewing the top, he attempts to drop some in his eyes but misses.

Some mumbled swears later, and you offer, "Would you like some help?"

"only if you're comfortable though," you add on.

"Could you? I can usually get it first try since I do it so often" he hands you the tiny bottle. You look around and move to sit on the counter, waving him over to come in-between your legs. You cup his face as if it were a natural thing you would do on a day-to-day basis without even thinking. You have your thumb laying on his cheekbone, and you drag it over his scar, feeling some of the grooves and divots within it. He leans a bit into your hand as you caress the scar, but you realize you are getting a little carried away and continue. Dropping a couple of drops in each eye, he sighs in relief.

"Thanks," he says with a smile. You both look into each other's eyes before you cough and look over at the time to see it is already 1 am. He follows your gaze.

"Wow, have we really been talking that long?" you question. "I've probably more than overstayed my welcome" with a laugh, you hop off the counter and stand under his gaze. "Thank you so much for listening to me and being such a wonderful host. I should probably head back over though" you point to the direction of your apartment. "You might if I use your balcony to hop on over?" You ask.

"Sure," he breaks from his trance. Leading you to the balcony, you throw your bag over the railing to your side and follow in suit. He gives his hand and aids you over the railing to your side.

With a thankful smile, you give a quick thanks and goodnight. But before you go in, they capture your attention once again.

Rubbing his hand on the back of his neck, he says, "just so you know, you're welcome here anytime you get locked out again, or even if you don't get locked out."

You smile. "I'll take you up on that, but you might get tired of me pretty fast." You open the back door and make your way into your apartment, but before you close the door, you hear him say

"I doubt it."

#aizawa fanfiction #mha #fanfic

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flooffybits · 4 years

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Enough

Idol: Loona

Request: Yes

Anon: i really like your works! i admire you a lot ^^ and also i wanna request a scenario where the 13th member of loona has been overworking herself, causing her to be very tired. but she never really mentions whenever she’s hurt or anything like that bc she doesn’t want to worry the members. so when the members find out they become very worried

You stare at yourself in the reflection, panting heavily with sweat running down the side of your face. You’ve been practicing the choreography of the new song since morning and you still couldn’t seem to get it right.

It was frustrating.

Every time you did the dance, you felt like you could do better because you thought your movements were too sloppy. It was irritating you because it’s been three days already. In between practicing the dance steps, you were also finishing up some of your studying. Your Korean had gotten better over the months and your members were extremely happy and proud of you as they watched from the side. Of course, there was a bit of error here and there, it wasn’t as bad as the first month.

While you were struggling, you didn’t want to ask your members for help because you saw that they were all working hard, too. If they weren’t practicing, they were studying for school so you didn’t want to be a nuisance, and luckily, no one seemed to notice when you took a few extra hours just to practice by yourself.

You rehearsed your solo song a few times for the Meet and Up, which would be your very first live performance, so it fueled you to do better. You wanted Orbits to see that you were worthy of being a member of Loona and that it wasn’t a mistake for you to be there even though no one has really said anything about it or that people were just good at blocking it out.

“Will do!”

But just like the other nights, you come back to the dorm at midnight, your body aching from the multiple times you had to redo the dance and practice your lines.

The day for the dry run, your nervously stare at the big stage and nibble on your lower lip. Your picture flashed along with the other girls and your heart jumped to your chest. The anxiety wad building up inside of you because you were still worrying about the choreography.

The dance for Butterfly really required you with being in sync with your members or else it wouldn’t be as good as it was supposed to. And even with the praise and compliments your members and instructor gave you, it didn’t help ease your worries of not doing things properly.

Your solo would be right after Yeojin, so you were already standing nearby, watching as she sang and danced perfectly well. It made you smile to see her performing so well, your natural protective instincts over the maknae making you grin while watching over her like a mother would to her child.

Quietly giving yourself a pep talk, the staff finally signaled for you on stage and you quickly made your way to the marker while the lights dimmed. Taking in a deep breath, you calmed your wildly beating heart and then lifted your head when you heard the music start along with the light flashing on.

Trapped in this cage you left behind

Every surface is a reminder of what I had

In front of the stage, all twelve of your members were watching you intently, wanting to see your performance before the actual stage, the camera for Loona tv recording them as they all took their seats. “We want to see how well Y/n will do.” Sooyung said while she looked to the stage. “This is her first stage, so we want to support her as much as we can.” Jungeun added when the lights finally came on.

“Oh, she looks scary.” Kahei mumbled while your demeanor changed on stage, your eyes looking sharper and your whole body movements were sharp and precise.

By the end of your rehearsals, the twelve other girls were smiling and clapping. “She did really good.” Heejin said with a bright smile. “I was actually a bit worried because unnie has been really nervous for this.” Yeojin commented, leaning back in her seat. “But I think there’s nothing for us to worry about.”

It was safe to say that the show was going well. You watched all the girls’ performance and smiled as they all performed perfectly. You stayed in one place just so your nerves wouldn’t get too bad, but Hyunjin noticed you right away when she came back to change and Yyxy was performing their songs.

“Y/n, are you okay?” She asked softly while taking a seat next to you and you brought your eyes away from the four girls and offered a small smile. “Yeah, just my nerves acting up.” You say with a light laugh to at least calm your racing heart.

The younger girl took your hand and gave it a squeeze while giving you a reassuring smile. “You’ll do fine. Just do what you did during rehearsals and it’ll be over soon.” She assures you and you nod your head before resting it against her shoulder while you waited for your cue.

“Unnie, you’re up next!” Yerim called you when she skipped over, giving your outfit a once over and then quickly adjusting your top and beaming when she pulled away. “Ready to go!” She cheered while Haseul looked at you and smiled while Jinsoul squished your cheeks. “Y/n, fighting!”

You grinned at all of them before quickly heading out and getting ready. Yeojin hugged you when she passed by while Chaewon and Hyejoo smiled while you waved at them.

“Why can’t my clothes be like unnie’s?” Hyejoo asked when they headed back to the dressing room and Sooyoung shook her head at the younger girl. “Ask our stylist. I’m sure they can adjust it.” She tells her while she quickly shrugged off the blouse they had to wear.

While they were busy getting ready, the girls that were already done were watching your live performance, keeping a critical eye just in case something happened, which, they were thankful that everything went smoothly until your song came to an end and you bowed to the audience.

For the final stage, you would all be performing your newest song and you bit your nail while looking around. Jiwoo, who was closest to you, quickly took your hand away from your mouth and smiled warmly. “Relax. You’ll be okay.” She whispered before leading you on stage.

Adrenaline was coursing through your veins and as soon as Sooyoung started singing, your body moved on auto-pilot, listening to the beat and melody of the song as your body worked as practiced due to the exhaustion you’ve been pushing back. Slowly, your body started to relax because the event was close to ending and nothing bad had happened to any of you and you believe that you did good, at least.

However, near the end of the first chorus, once you took a step, your shoe slipped a bit and pain shot through your leg when it gave out a bit. Wincing, you tried your best to keep a neutral expression on while you went on with the performance. Since no one seemed to notice, you did your best with pushing through and thanks to the adrenaline, you were able to ignore the pain for most of the time. But with how much you were applying pressure to your foot, it was becoming less and less tolerable.

When the song was slowly ending, you could feel relief wash over you until the audience started screaming by the time you finished with the last formation. Your breathing was heavy and your leg was basically screaming at you when you stood up to bow and thank your fans.

Heading back to the dressing room proved to be a struggle because you had to grip one of the boxes to keep you upright while limping and your manager quickly went to your side when he saw the state you were in. “What’s wrong?” He quickly asked while he assisted you with walking and you couldn’t help but whimper when you squeezed his arm. “M-My ankle hurts.” You told him and he quickly nodded while bringing you to the room.

All of the girls were already inside and happily chatting, changing their clothes and wiping the sweat off them. But as soon as the staff started clearing space in the corner and your manager walked in with you, all chatter stopped and Haseul shot up before she was dashing over to where you were.

Your manager sat you down while one of the medics carefully took off your shoe, causing you to shut your eyes tightly. You didn’t think that it would be this painful, but as they went to check on trying to move your foot, tears started to spill from your eyes.

“What happened?” Heejin asked worriedly when she and the rest of the girls gathered around you, noting how pale you looked. “Girls, you need to give her some space.” Your manager tells them and they all reluctantly step back, though still looking at you while your foot was being tended to.

“Y/n got hurt during the performance. We aren’t sure how bad it is, but walking is a bit of a struggle for her.” Your manager explained and Haseul sat beside you and took your hand in hers.

Your crying broke their hearts and the leader made sure to hold you tight, letting you squeeze her hand when the pain was too much for you and Sooyoung went to the other side so she could wipe your face. “Unnie, it hurts.” You whimpered and Haseul shushed you while holding you against her chest. “It’s okay, it’s okay. We’re here.” She tried soothing you while Sooyoung rubbed your back. “We’ll make it feel better. Just endure it for a little bit.” Sooyoung whispers.

They all watched, Kahei fetching a bottle of water while Chaewon grabbed a face towel to wipe your face. The medic ended up wrapping your ankle just so it wouldn’t move too much and then the girls soon sat around you, making sure not to touch your foot, though Hyejoo kept ice on it just so it would soothe the swelling, she hopes.

“It isn’t broken, but it is best to have it checked further in case it isn’t just a sprain.” The staff explained to your manager while Jinsoul and Jungeun listened intently from the side. “Make sure to put ice on it so the swelling goes down. For now, I think it’s best to not irritate it too much or else it could get worse. Since she moved it a lot more during the dance, it’s better to be safe than sorry.”

When you were given some painkillers, the staff finally left and your manager went to make a call to fix an appointment for you. The girls were all watching you with worried looks in their eyes while Haseul kept her arms around you.

“Y/n, what happened?” Jiwoo asked gently as she took your hand. “What’s wrong?” Yeojin looked at you as you looked up to meet all of their concerned faces, feeling guilty for having them worry about you like this as you shrank further in Haseul’s arms.

“It’s okay, we aren’t mad. We just want to know what happened.” Sooyoung tells you in a gentle tone and you look down at your lap. “My leg gave out when I missed a step.” You said quietly and Heejin frowned while looking at you. “When?”

“Was that when you suddenly touched my back?” Yerim asked in surprise and you nodded your head. “Unnie, why didn’t you say anything?” She suddenly asked. “I didn’t want to disappoint anyone because I got hurt. I’ve been practicing so much just to get the dance right.” But the girl shook her head, her frown deepening and this has been the most you’ve seen the younger girl go without smiling.

“You went through half of the performance while you were hurt. We know that you don’t want to disappoint anyone, but you should be careful with yourself.” Hearing this made the other eleven look at you. “Y/n, you may not have wanted to disappoint anyone, but you getting hurt is concerning. What if it was worse than this?” Sooyoung scolded.

“Was this why you’ve been staying long at the company?” Kahei asked softly and you grimace while nodding your head, making them sigh. “Unnie, there’s nothing wrong with asking for help. You ask us when you’re studying.” Hyejoo told you and you looked up. “I know, but I didn’t want to be more of a bother than I already was. You were all practicing, too so I didn’t want to be a distraction.”

Hyunjin shook her head while fixing you with a pointed stare. “You aren’t a distraction. You’ve been doing a great job since the beginning and there’s no reason for you to worry so much with your performance.” She explained. “We’re a group for a reason. So if you ever feel like something is troubling you, don’t be afraid to come to us.” Chaewon smiled at you and the rest nodded in agreement.

“The next time you feel like this, you come to us, okay?” Haseul told you and you slowly nodded your head before they were helping you get up. Sooyoung took over with helping you and the girls helped you get changed before your manager came back.

“Come on, girls. Let’s get you home.” He tells you and Hyejoo sidles up next to you to put your arm around her shoulders then put her own arm around your waist. “Gowon and I will make sure to come with you to the hospital, tomorrow.” She says calmly, and even with her blank expression, you could tell by her eyes that she was not taking no for an answer.

Even when you felt like there was so much room for improvement, the girls would always make sure to remind you that you were more than enough and that you had no reason to feel insecure about yourself. From that day onward, the girls made sure that you didn’t feel like you had to carry the whole weight for yourself because no matter what, they would have your back.

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