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giggles-and-tiggles · 3 years

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We’ll Find That Smile

Thank you so much for this kind message! People probably aren’t sending in many things because of the fact that I just started this blog, or they just simply don’t know that my prompts are open lol. But THANK YOU! This prompt was amazing and I was honestly so excited to write for it. Thanks for your inspiration! I couldn't sleep and felt the need to post this at 3 am.

PLATONIC Avengers x Reader

Summary: You had a hard day at school, but when you get home, you see that the Avengers will always have a way to get you smiling again.

Word Count: 1,777

<3 Reblogs are greatly appreciated <3

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It was a rather calm Thursday afternoon. You had just gotten out of school and were entering the Avengers compound. You were walking in all by yourself because you had declined Happy’s offer to drive you home. So he and Peter got home way before you did. You just needed time to yourself and you figured that walking home was the best way to do it.

Your day at school wasn’t the best. You couldn’t get any of your assignments correct, you kept messing up your locker combination, you dropped all of your belongings in the middle of the hallway, all of your mechanical pencils never had led in them, and you wet your sleeves when you were washing your hands. Your mind was just in a completely different place and everything just went wrong.

Soon enough, you reached the living room where everyone seemed to be hanging out. They all looked up from what they were doing to see you walk through the door. You’ve spent a lot of time with the Avengers, so they could tell just by the look on your face and your general posture that something was wrong.

“Hey hun.” Wanda greeted. “Everything alright?” You didn’t really want to tell the Avengers what was wrong. You felt like you were upset for a stupid reason, and you would just waste their time explaining.

“Yeah everything’s fine!” You said, trying to hurry to the stairs so you could get to your room as fast as possible. Tony then stood in front of you and placed his hands on your shoulders.

“You didn’t want to ride home with Happy and Peter.” He said. “Any particular reason why?”

You just looked down at your shoes. “Uhm no. I just wanted alone time. Y’know just me and my thoughts.”

Tony stared at you in disbelief. He wasn’t buying a single word that was slipping out of your mouth. “Alright fine. But before you head up to your room, do you think I could get a famous Y/N smile?” Damn. Tony was onto you.

You slowly picked your head up to look at him and slightly twitched the corner or your lip upwards.

“Ha! That was the worst smile I’ve ever seen! I knew something was wrong.” Tony exclaimed. “Spill it kid, what’s up with you?”

You sighed and looked anywhere, but at Tony. “It’s nothing important. You don’t need to worry about it.” You tried to walk over to the staircase again, but Tony scooped you up and tossed you on the couch in between Steve and Peter.

“I’m fine! Can I please go in my room?” You asked, trying to get up again.

Steve grabbed your shoulder and sat you back down. “I know this is going to sound really cliché, but you know you can tell us anything, right?” Steve stared into your eyes with nothing but love and kindness. “No matter how stupid you think the reason may be, we still care.”

“You’ve been acting differently all day, Y/N.” Peter said, trying to get you to look at him. “I wanna help you.”

“I say we just hang her upside down until she tells us what’s been bugging her.” Clinton joked. There were some collective giggling after Barton’s comment.

“I second Barton’s idea!” Bucky chimed. A joke like that usually would’ve made you laugh, but right now you couldn’t even work up a proper smile.

“Y/N doesn’t seem to be very pleased with your commentary right now, guys.” Natasha said with a smile, looking you dead in the eye.

“N-No it’s fine.” You spoke. “It’s funny.”

Peter blinked at you in confusion. “So then why aren’t you laughing?”

You simply shrugged. “I just don’t feel like it right now.”

“You don’t...feel like laughing?” Peter repeated.

You nodded. “Damn. That’s the saddest shit I’ve heard all day..” Barton was quickly silenced by a smack behind the head by Natasha.

“How about a nice smile?” Steve said, nudging your shoulder and giving you a smile of his own. You really tried, but you just ended up pressing your lips together. It looked nothing like a smile.

“I take back what I said before.” Tony said, taking a seat in front of you. “That was the worst smile I’ve ever seen.”

“Sorry. I just can’t...right now.” You sighed.

“Well that’s alright, hun. We’ll help you.” Natasha said, making her way over to you and taking a seat next to Tony. “Anyone got any jokes or something?”

“Yeah, I have one!” Peter chimed. You gave your attention to Peter and waited for his joke. “What do you call a pig that does karate?”

“What do you call it, Pete?” Tony sighed, knowing that this joke was going to be bad.

“A porkchop!”

Silence rang throughout the entire living room.

“Aha! I get it!” Steve laughed, “Why aren’t we laughing? It was funny!” He looked around, hoping for someone to agree with him. “What? Do you guys not get it or something? It’s because it’s a pig that-”

“No, Steve.” Natasha said, placing a hand on Steve’s shoulder. “We get it, it’s just that the joke was so horrible, no one found it funny.”

“Well how could you not find it funny? It was clearly-”

“Rogers. The joke was corny. End of conversation.” Tony stated.

“How was the joke corny? It got straight to the point, it made sense-”

“It was bad, Steve! It was a dad joke!”

You watched the two quarrel over something as silly as a joke Peter made. It was amusing to you. You didn’t even notice the smile that sprouted on your face.

“Hey, well you would look at that.” Peter smiled, looking at you. “Is that a smile I see, Y/N?” Tony and Steve stopped their bickering to look at your face.

“Huh, I think it is.” Tony said, adjusting his glasses and squinting his eyes. That only made you smile harder.

“Now can we get a laugh?” Steve asked, poking your side, causing you to jerk violently and bump into Peter’s shoulder. Everyone’s eyes widened in realization, and evil smirks soon took over their faces.

“I think I have an idea on how to get Y/N laughing.” Steve grinned. “Hey, Buck help me hold her down, would ya?” Bucky quickly got up from his chair and made his way over to you.

You felt your heart sink. They were going to tickle you to pieces. No doubt about it.

“No! Wait guys, dohohon’t!” You said, already giggling nervously.

“You don’t even know what we’re going to do yet.” Bucky smiled, lightly pushing you on your back and getting a hold on your right arm while Steve got a hold on your left one.

“NONONO! Let mehe goho! Plehease don’t tickle me!” You begged.

“Ah, so you do know what we’re going to do.” Tony grinned, cracking his knuckles and wiggling his fingers in front of you. “Pete, wanna get her armpits while I get her ribs?” A wide smile took over Peter’s face as he made his way over to your head and placed his hands right in front of your armpits, just to taunt you.

“Noho! Get away from me! Lehehet mehehe up!” You struggled, trying your best to get out of Steve and Bucky’s grip. Obviously, it didn’t work.

“Not until we see that smile.” Natasha said, hovering her hands over you thighs.

“Alright guys, tickle her in …3″

“NOHO!”

“2″

“STOHOP!”

“1.”

“TONY I SW - EHEHEHEHAHAHAHAH!”

You screamed at the top of your lungs. Peter had dug into your armpits, Tony started vibrating all ten of his finger son your ribs, and Natasha started squeezing the insides of your thighs. Hysterical laughter was instantly ripped out of your chest and you had the biggest goofy smile on your face.

“Awhh. There it is~” Peter cooed.

“That’s the smile we wanted! Keep it up, Y/N!” Steve teased.

“IHIHIHIHI DOHOHON’T HAHAHAVE A CHOHOHOICE!” You squealed.

“Well, at least you know.” Tony smirked.

You jerked left and right, desperately trying to get free. Since no one was holding down your feet, you tried kicking, but now matter what you did, Natasha’s hands were glued to the inside of you thighs.

“Wanna tell us why you were feeling down?” Bucky asked.

“NOHOHOHOHO! IHIHIHIHIT’S STUHUHUHUHUHUPID!”

“Wow you asked for this.” Tony said, blowing a long raspberry on your tummy.

You tossed your head back and screamed, giving Steve and Bucky a perfect view of your smile.

“PLEHEHEHEHEHEHEASE STOHOHOHOHOP!”

“Tell us what’s been bugging you and we may consider stopping.” Tony said.

“IHIHIHIHI TOHOHOHOHOHOLD YOHOHOHO IHIHIHIT DOHOHOESN’T MAHAHATTER!”

“Alright well, there’s more where that came from.” Tony said, blowing another raspberry right above your belly button. You shrieked and threw your head back once again.

“We’ve already discussed that nothing you say will be stupid.” Steve reassured in a caring tone.

“OHOHOHOHOKAY! LEHEHEHET MEHEHEH GOHOHOHO AHAHAHAND IHIHIHI’LL TEHEHELL YOHOHOU!” You begged, not knowing how much more of this you could take.

“Absolutely not. We still want that smile.” Tony grinned.

“BUHUHUHUT YOHOHOU SAHAHAHID IHIHIF IHIHI TOHOHOLD YOHOHOU, YOHOHOU WOHOHOULD LEHEHET MEHEHE GOHOHO!”

“I did not say that. I said that I would consider stopping.” Tony corrected.

“I didn’t get to see your smile all day, Y/N!” Peter said down at your hysterical state. “Why would we stop so soon?”

“BEHEHECUASE IHIHI CAHAHAN’T TAHAHAKE AHAHANY MOHOHORE!”

“You can do whatever you set your mind to, Y/N!” Natasha teased.

“IHIHIHIHIH’M GOHOHOHNNA DIHIHIE!”

“Oh don’t be such a drama queen. We’d never kill you.” Tony said.

These guys really weren’t giving you any mercy. Tears started welling up in your eyes from laughing too hard and your chest started to burn. Your laughter went completely silent and everyone stilled their fingers. Bucky and Steve let you go, and watched you trying to catch up with your breath.

“Yohohou guhuhys are are mean.” You giggled, wiping the tears from your eyes.

Steve chuckled as he sat down next to you. “You ready to tell us now?”

“My mind was just in a different place today. I didn’t feel like myself. Everything I did just went wrong.” You sighed.

They all look at you with love and compassion. “It’s alright, kiddo. We all have those kinds of days.” Tony said, rubbing his thumb on your cheek.

“You guys wanna turn on a movie or something?” Bucky asked.

“Sure, Barnes.” Tony agreed.

“You down to watch a movie, Y/N/N?” Natasha asked.

“Mhm. I’m feeling a lot better.” You smiled. You got all snuggled up with the Avengers and this day really made you realize how grateful you were to have them.

Even if they tickled you to bits sometimes.

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satsuki2406 · 3 years

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Dear Aomi Bakugou Katsuki x Reader

"I've seen you in a dream before, you are the warm and bright presence that embraced me on Cape Kamui a long time ago on a June afternoon."

Shinohara (Y/N) is a normal girl who had everything she could ask for, a loving family, a beautiful home, friends, and a fluffy cat. For a long time, she gave her life and happiness for granted, never imagining that she'll face one of the worst and crueler facades of society so closely, destroying what once was a happy, harmonious and normal family. One day, in hopes to recover what they lost, the Shinohara family took one of the more difficult decisions of their lives; leave behind their home back in Hokkaido and travel hundreds of miles south until Musutafu, the place that could grant them a solution and help close the yet fresh wound and scare away the ghosts of the past. Hardheaded, passionate, and ambitious (Y/N) is forced to confront the incarnated face of the superhuman society that she hated the most; Bakugou Katsuki.

PAIRING: (Bakugou Katsuki x Reader)

GENRE/WARNINGS: Romance, Fluff, Angst, Dark Themes, My poor attempt of humor, Strong language (Courtesy of King Lord Explosion Murder God *********💥), Manga Spoilers.

STATUS: On going

Chapter 1: School is a Great Place to Make Enemies

Chapter 2: My Stupid Classmate, The Angry Dandelion

Chapter 3: In Conclusion, This Day Was...

Chapter 4: Welcome to the Neighborhood

Masterlist $￣︶￣*$)

✒A/N:

OH-EM-GEE-

It's really been a while since I updated this story, I really thought it was a couple of months ago, I’ve been very busy lately and just kept pushing writing for later, and later transformed into 8 months! I had to admit that I also had a huge block with this story, but recently I got a lot of inspiration and energy, chapter 6 is almost ready but editing needs to be done after all. Hopefully this would be a good one! There’s more details coming in future chapters and also new characters! I got a thing for OCs recently, I feel they add more personality to the story!

Enjoy!

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5: Aldera Chronicles

‘Just a good day’ That was what you prayed, asked for last night, and what you tried to repeat to yourself to keep calm and serene while you looked desperately for your earphones. As soon as you did, you connected them to your phone and searched for the loudest song you kept in your collection.

“Oi! I’m talking to you dumbface!”

The loudest one of all.

After the whole ‘neighbors fiasco’ you got stuck with Bakugou on your way to school, both of your mothers insisted that you should go to school together at least today, so you could ‘amend your differences and get closer’ you almost gag at the suggestion, but your mom looked so ecstatic about the idea of you making new friends, after all she hasn’t looked that excited in a while, so you could not find yourself saying no to her.

Although you ‘accepted’, that didn’t mean that you will stay with him all the way to school, right now you were still in their field of vision, so if you left him behind, they will notice. You were just waiting for the perfect moment, as soon as you made it to the end of the street and turned to the left, you will take that as a cue to hop on your bike and leave him behind eating your dust.

“What a shity morning, stuck with this idiot. That friking hag threaten me to change the wifi password if I didn’t come and to top it off, she had the fucking nerve to take my phone, fan-fucking-tastic…” Bakugou was right in front of you grumbling angrily and throwing profanities left and right. His anger was more than evident; he was more hunched over than normal; his hands were way deeper in his pockets to the point you thought he could rip them open and his feet were stomping on the ground with such intensity that you could almost feel it vibrate under your own.

Despite the fact that you could not see his face, you could bet your (F/C) post-its that there was an extra deep scowl and curled pouty lips ‘decorating’ his face right now. You tried to distract yourself with your phone and avoid Bakugou as much as possible, it was bad enough to spend more time with him than you already did in school, not to mention that unwanted encounters may become commonplace being next-door neighbors.

You sighted dejected at the thought, you really were kind of excited about moving to a new city, Musutafu was way bigger than Sapporo was, with bigger malls, parks, shops, restaurants and more fun things to do. But sadly for you, Bakugou manage to crush your hopes and expectations as soon as he opened his mouth, hell, even by existing actually.

Your attention was snaped back to reality when the sound of cars passing by and other students came to you. You got on your bike again, getting in front of Bakugou so you could reach the avenue faster, “Oi! Don’t go in ahead of me dumbshit!” You ignored him as he yelled at you, his words more and more inaudible as you got farther.

After a few minutes you had lost him completely, he probably went the opposite direction to the bus stop or the train station, Aldera was close, but not enough to go walking, you did it there in twenty five minutes with your bike if you took your time, fifteen if you were in a rush, you made sure to verify how long it would take you to get there the days prior that you had to actually go back to school.

You decided to relax and enjoy the view of the city and listen to your favorite songs like the day before. Luckily the Tatooine Station was open, safe and working at its fullest.

“Not a single villain in sight, phew, how good that they managed to clear the area otherwise I would have had to…” Suddenly memories of your crossing trough Dump Beach™ came to you, that was an experience you were so willing to don’t repeat ever again. “I wonder who else from my school had to make a detour like me yesterday, or if someone was involved in the incident… those ladies said it was a middle schooler, but it’s quite ambiguous data to make any conclusive statements, there are hundreds of middle schools in Musutafu and the commercial district is in the center, so it could be anyone.”

You stopped in front of a crosswalk, waiting for the light to change. ‘I’ll ask Midoriya if he knows something else, he probably passed by or something’. You had to admit that you were kind of excited about the idea of befriending the green head, even with his nervous, anxious, jumpy and shy personality he gave you a kind and sweet vibe. His insecurity gave away his true nature; his clumsiness, the nervousness, overanalyze everything, the mutter, for some they could be annoying but you found it rather and oddly fascinating, it made him feel real, genuine and honest.

‘He’s almost like…’

The chirping sound of the traffic light snapped you out of your rampant thoughts announcing that the light had finally turned green. You started off with your bike along the rest of the pedestrians and continued on your way to the school.

The rest of the way to Aldera passed without any hitch, you left your bike locked and took your stuff to walk to the shoe lockers like yesterday, just a few feet ahead you distinguish a very familiar mop of green curly hair. He seemed slightly hunched and deep in thought, probably way too deep in thought to the point that you could see a colorful smeared aura surrounding him and the word mutter coming out of his mouth. And you were not the only one, as you could see the people around walking away, with slightly perturbed expression on their faces. You just took it as a cue to let your presence being known.

“Good morning Midoriya!” You hopped by his side and greeted him enthusiastically. The poor thing almost had a heart attack and jumped out of his own skin as you just scared the shit out of him. He released a muffled scream and seem to calm down a tiny bit to immediately turn the shade of a tomato and babble a greeting.

“G-G-G-G-G-Good mo-morning Shinohara-san! You-You-You caught me by su-surprise.” He squeaked as he covered his face with his arms and his eyes moved erratically to look everywhere but you.

“Did I scare you? I’m sorry! I guess I let myself go a little bit.” You trailed, resting a palm against your nape.

“Oh nonono! Please don’t apologize! Y-Y-You were been courteous after all. He whispered breathlessly at the end fidgeting his fingers nervously. “I…nobody ever greets me or says good morning, I didn't expect it and that's why I got a little nervous. T-That’s all, so don’t worry.” His little confession shocked you for a moment, it was really depressing to be honest but it motivated you at the same time.

You beamed confidently at him, “Well Midoriya, I recommend that you get used to it then, because I intend to greet and say goodbye to you every day without fail from now on.”

He looked up at you with a surprised and somewhat puzzled expression, his fingers started to twitch nervously, his countenance became even redder if that was even possible.

“B-B-B-B-B-But Shi-Shinohara-san-!”

“Shush, shush, shush! I am not going to put it up for discussion this is how it’ll be from now on and it's over.” You placed your hands on your hips, a slight scowl adorning your face to accentuate your mock annoyance. “Besides, who will run away from Bakugou with me after I tell him how much of an asshole he is for the umpteenth time in a row?”

You relaxed your demeanor again, offering him a goofy smile, so he could notice that you weren't even mad to begin with. The poor greenette thought for a smidgen that he made you angry and that worried him profusely. But one glance at you told him that you were being sincere, he was scared that you could be trying to play a prank just to make fun of him as it has already happened to him so many times. that alien feeling of relief and tranquility invaded his chest, apparently the chance encounter he had with his childhood hero had been a good omen and brought him more good things that he could imagine.

His eyes teared up with hope and a squiggly smile adorned his face, he dried his tears with his gakuran sleeve and clenched his fists excitedly.

“So, what do you think?” you asked eagerly.

“I look forward for it!”

“Did you see what happened yesterday at the commercial district? It seemed pretty rough” You commented to Midoriya absentmindedly while you took your uwabaki from your locker. He visibly flinched as he heard your question almost dropping his shoes in the process.

“Ye-Yeah, they said that the pro heroes could hardly put up a fight because of the villain’s quirk.”

“Right? Hopefully All Might was nearby, otherwise who knows what would have happen. I wonder if the hostage is ok, I didn’t watch the news last night so I’m not pretty sure what exactly happened. Do you know how it was?

He flinched again and turned his head to you rigidly as you raised an eyebrow at his sudden odd behavior.

“I do-don’t know a lot but I read that everything was ok afterwards, the hostage walked out with just a couple of scratches, so there’s nothing to be concerned about Shinohara-san, it’s pretty nice of you to worry so much, especially since the hostage…” Midoriya looked down and tapped his trembling indexes together; he wanted to tell you something, but didn’t know how.

“Come on Midoriya, you already told me the hostage is ok, what can be so bad that you are hesitant to tell me?” You inquired him softly.

“Is nothing bad per se, well, you’ll see the hostage…” He paused and looked in all directions to check if anybody was listening. Ok, weird. He got a little closer to you and cupped his mouth with his left hand.

“The pe-person captured yesterday was-”

Your little hush-hush conversation was interrupted when the metallic sound of a locker being abruptly opened echoed in the sudden silent space. Your ears located the unexpected noise behind you and instinctively you turned to see what had caused such a ruckus.

A couple of lockers from you, a really angry and really frustrated Bakugou appeared right in front of your eyes. You observed how out of the blue everything and everybody seemed to freeze in time, and all eyes were on him. The atmosphere turned tense, every person there watched attentively his every movement, talking with just a glance, some people were whispering among themselves no even taking their eyes off him.

‘What the hell is happening?’

He took his uwabaki and slammed them on the floor, removed his shoes and buried them unceremoniously in the locker, slamming the door shut. He grumbled, trying fruitlessly to put his uwabaki, cursing that he couldn't put them on as smoothly as he would’ve liked. He suddenly stopped his movements, acknowledging the unwanted attention he was receiving.

“The hell are you looking at you fucking losers?! Why don’t you mind your own damn business, huh?!”

His voice echoed with fury at the school entrance, despite their obvious fear, nobody moved an inch, all the eyes glued on him. He finished to put on his shoes and stomped further inside. At the corner of his eye he noticed your presence and immediately stared at you, he seemed even more infuriated than before, this clearly soured his mood even further, if that was even possible.

You returned it with one of your own, as intense or more as his, the attention seemed to turn your way as your little staring contest became longer, Midoriya nervously looked between you and him, probably waiting for another showdown to break out, just like yesterday. Everybody’s breath hitched by the minute, but you didn’t back down, your (E/C) eyes met the fiery inferno of his crimson ones, after a couple more seconds he just tsked and stomped away with his hands buried way deep in his pockets.

After he left, the clock started ticking again, everyone took a breath of relief, averted their eyes from his retracting back and continued their lives like always. Midoriya’s shoulders relaxed significantly at the time that his soul slowly returned to his body. When you noticed him more calmed and focused, decided to address the elephant in the room.

“What. The. Heck. Just. Happened?” You whispered bewildered. “Who peed on his cereal? If this is something usual here, I’ll be more than glad to take my bike and go all the way back to Sapporo.” You crossed your arms over your chest and stared irritated at his retracting back.

“Well, now that Captain McTantrum™ left, what was that you wanted to tell me about yesterday’s incident?” You asked relaxing your demeanor to something more gentle and friendly. Midoriya flinched slightly and his poise appear suddenly uneasy.

“Um, well, the person-the-the person th-th-that got trapped by the mud villain, tha-tha-that person…” Midoriya tried over and over but it was useless, he couldn’t complete a single sentence without stumbling over his own words. Noticing that using his words would be useless, he looked at you in the eyes to then wander his gaze, pointing to something behind him. You started at him completely lost while he kept repeating the same cycle of looking at you and then looking away, urging you to get what he was trying to say, not moving his head once, like he was unsure to look back.

You exanimated what was at his back; just a couple of students walking to their respective classrooms, friends greeting each other, and Bakugou turning to the right at the end of the corridor to go upstairs-

‘Wait, Bakugou?’

Then it hit you, the awkward silence when he arrived, the unwanted starring, the murmuring, his more than usual foul mood, the outburst, Midoriya’s reluctance to tell you, he probably though he would get into trouble with him if it reached his ears that stupid Deku was talking shit of him to thief bitch. Everything made sense now. You broke out of your trance and looked at Midoriya “Was Bakugou?-” He eagerly nodded his head, satisfied that you finally understood him.

“Oh, I see…”

“Y-Yes…”

“…”

“HOLLY SHIT-”

With the issue clarified and only five minutes left before the class started you two proceeded to go upstairs as well. Midoriya and you made small talk with some intervals of comfortable silence here and there, soon enough you both reached your classroom, people chatting lively when you opened the door. Midoriya walked in just behind you as you made it to your designated seats.

‘If I’m not wrong, Math is our first class of the day’ your mind wandered to other school related topics while you seated at your desk, just as you did the bell ringed and your teacher entered the classroom and started his lesson of the day.

Midday finally came, which mean it was finally lunch time, you invited Midoriya beforehand to eat with you, he timidly accepted, after a lot of nervous quacking but you could tell he seem excited about the idea. As soon as the bell that announced the so waited lunch break ringed, you proceeded to pack your books and stationery into your bag and take out your bento when your desk was crowded by what it looked like to be all the girls in your class. One of them, a girl with short brown hair and blue eyes was the first to approach you.

“Hey Shinohara! Do you want to have lunch with us? We didn’t actually have the chance to talk yesterday and we thought it would be nice to know you better.” She spoke.

“Yuki-chan is right! Is refreshing to have another girl in the class after almost three years since we are very few, with you we are eight now!” Said another one of them visibly thrilled.

“You looked so cool yesterday when you confronted Bakugou!”

“I think nobody has managed to do that and live after it, or actually do it”

“Right?!”

“So awesome!”

They gave you a really kind and chill vibe, chatting and praising you animatedly. Although they seemed to really enjoy Bakugou’s antics against your green head classmate, well, nobody's perfect, noted. You can’t judge the book by its cover, but when you looked at them, it’s impossible to not think about…

The offer is almost irresistible.

Almost.

“That sounds lovely! But Midoriya and I agreed to have lunch together today, so I’m afraid we’ll have to leave it to another time.” You almost cringed at how cutesy and honeyed your voice sounded but they seemed to buy it, until their expressions made a 180. Their faces were shocked and almost offended at the thought of you putting him over their proposal. It was a ‘are you for real?’ reaction over all. You kept smiling at them to emphasize that you were serious, when the girl that talked first tried to dissuade you.

“B-But why don’t you eat with us today and leave your lunch with him for tomorrow? I’m sure Midoriya won’t have a problem, right?” She turned and looked at him just as the rest of the girls did after she, Midoriya flinched nervously holding his bento at the unexpected attention he was receiving.

“Eh…! I…! Well… Um…”

“You see! He’s ok with it!”

‘He hasn’t even said a thing!’ You thought trying to conceal your disbelief. ‘Let’s put all the beef on the grill then’

“Oh, I got an idea!” You chimed. “Midoriya! Why don’t you join us for lunch too? That way nobody eats alone and we get to know better! It’s a win-win plan! What do you think?” You were not dumb, although it was true you can’t judge anybody by a simple glance, you had a somewhat firm idea of why they were so eager to mingle with you, so you just did what you thought it was necessary to make sure it was not that, and what a better way than with your nerve-wreck of a friend.

‘What a better way to know someone’s character than by the way they treat others?’

The poor guy looked like he was about to have a seizure and your classmates were not any better; they looked at you even more astonished than before, and you could swear that they started to sweat. Suddenly they look to be hesitant, even the more insistent one. They looked at you, at each other and then at Midoriya.

“I-I think you are right, it wasn’t very nice to insist after you already had plans with…Midoriya, I guess we can leave it for another day.” The others seem to agree, a bit crestfallen but relieved nonetheless.

‘I knew it…’

They shortly left after that; you kept your friendly smile until they finally disappeared behind the door, when they were out of your view completely you let your smile fall and collected your lunch from your desk. You marched to the door, but stopped midway when you noticed that certain someone was still standing lost in his own world, mumbling nonsense as usual.

“Midoriya” You called him, he seemed to have got out of his trance and looked at you eyewided, confused and bewildered.

“Huh?”

“Are you coming or what?” You said smiling.

He stared at you genuinely surprised, but he swiftly shook his head and walked towards you.

“Yes!”

“A-Are we going to eat outside?” he asked curiously.

“I mean, it’s a beautiful day the temperature is perfect and this would actually be the first time ever that I had the chance to be outside in early April without freezing my butt. Do you have any place in mind?”

“No, I-I always eat by myself, so I prefer to stay in the classroom” He answered somewhat ashamed.

“Its ok, I know the perfect place.”

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Komahina Oneshot

Komahina ft. Trans Hajime. Another Tumblr inspired post. The tumblr account is catboymoments. Gotta give credit where credit is due.

If you didn't know that this is very gay and trans then idk how you got here but I'm happy to have ya.

But seriously, this has some pretty big trigger warnings

- Gender Dysphoria

- Complicated pregnancy

- Mentions of abortion

-PTSD

Anyways Onto the Oneshot!

Wow! I'm Pregnant! We're gunna have a happy family! Except...I'm a guy.

I feel horrible... This has been going on for about three days now. Mornings are the worst. I can't tell why. It's starting to worry Nagito and it's not like I can fake it, I tried. You can't fake puking. I can at least fake being somewhat lively.

...I need to get up. Need to get moving. Need to- Nevermind! I need to puke! Fuck... This feels disgusting. Maybe I should try and diagnose myself, or have Mikan help me. I felt a pat on my back; I knew it was Nagito but, I couldn't look at him while puking my guts out. When I finally finished desecrating the poor toilet I got up. I was sweating, pale and covered in whatever I managed to puke up on an empty stomach. I flushed the toilet and washed my face.

Nagito gave me a worried look. What was once an 'are you okay?' question turned into, "How are you feeling now?"

"I'm better," I responded. There wasn't much else to say, "I'll get this checked out soon, I'll just give it another day or two."

Nagito face turned stern, "Hajime, you need to get this thing checked out today! This has gone on for too long." He went out of the bathroom and grabbed his phone, "I'm calling Tsumiki-chan."

"Nonono! It's okay Nagito! I'll do it tomorrow! I can handle this myself!" I responded, a bit panicked. I never liked getting help from others, it didn't feel right to bother someone over something I can do myself.

"You said that yesterday. I'm calling Tsumiki-chan." He said in a more stern voice. I couldn't respond, there was no point in arguing with him when he's like this, plus; he's right. He made the call. I didn't hear Mikan's side of the call but, from what I can hear on Nagito's side, they made a time, 1 pm. He hung up and looked back at me, his glaze softened.

"Let's get you something to eat, okay?"

"Yeah," He smiles softly and gave me a small kiss on the forehead before leading me out of the house. But, while we were walking towards the cafeteria, a little voice told me something.

You know exactly what's happening.

I shook the thought away.

...

Breakfast was, mostly, fine. Only going to the bathroom once! Now, I have some time before I have to talk to Mikan. Nagito insists that I rest but I've gotten bored of doing that. I decided to just walk around the island. It was a really hot day and I was getting tired so, I couldn't walk for long. Huh, that never happens, I usually have more stamina than that... Maybe Nagito was right. Well, Nagito is usually right. Maybe I should just listen to Nagito more.

I started walking back, only taking a break to puke near a tree. Now, I'm really sweating, shaking too. I felt light-headed. Then, an unexpected helper appeared. She put my arm on her shoulder, behind her neck, her other hand supported me from my side. I didn't look up, I didn't need to. Her light orange kimono with scattered pink cherry blossoms gave away who she was.

"Hey Saionji..."

"Didn't listen to Komaeda again?" She knew it...

"Nope." I responded with as much satire I could muster.

"You're an idiot."

"Yup" Indeed I was but I could think about that a little bit more when my head wasn't spinning like crazy. Hiyoko helped me back to my cottage before leaving me to enter it myself. I opened the door and both Nagito and Mikan were sitting on the couch. I guess she came early.

"Hey guys, it seems like you were both waiting for me. Sorry about that."

"I-It's fine Hinata-san. So tell me a-about your condition. I've only seen g-glimpses of it" Mikan said.

So I explained. The morning sickness, the lack of energy and stamina. The fact that I can't even walk around the island without becoming pale and out of breath. Mikan thought about it and started checking her tablet. I assumed that she was looking up what this could mean before her eyes widen on something.

"I-I....I never knew this. Umm...I'll b-be right back." She seemed nervous as se got up and practically ran out of the house.

You know where she's going, you know what she's getting

There's that voice is again. I have no time for hallucinations or weird creepy messages.

...

Mikan returned after a few minutes with a little rectangular box in her hand.

"Welcome back, Tsumiki-chan. Now, are you going to explain why you suddenly freaked out like that and left?" Nagito said.

Mikan's gaze fell on me. Her look was almost unreadable. It's very unlike her.

"Hinata-san. Are you trans?" She asked bluntly.

"Wh-What?! What made you ask that??" I panicked. How did she know? How did she guess??

She turned her tablet to me; my profile was on it as was everyone else's. She pressed one of those special info buttons and a symbol appeared next to my profile picture.

The Female Sex Symbol...

Silence...

...Shit...

"I'm surprised that you didn't realize that this button exists. After all the creator of these tablets had a member who's entire case was solved because their sex was revealed." Mikan said. She always did have more confidence when she spoke facts. I didn't have anything to say, neither did Nagito. Mikan handed me the box; it was a pregnancy test.

"I w-won't ask. That's your b-business..." Her timidity returned. No, she won't ask because she'll get her answer depending on what I say or do. I could hand her back the test. I could lie and say I'm a virgin but, that wouldn't help me...

I got up and went to the bathroom...

...

......

...Are...Are you serious...? The test came back positive?! I...don't know how to feel about this... At least I know what's happening to me and probably why it's hitting me so hard.

...I feel too sick for this.

You knew this was coming.

'Izuru...not now. Please.'

You know you can't fully get rid of her.

'Who are you talking about?'

As if to answer my question, he materialized but not as himself. He materialized as a young girl. A girl that looks a lot like me.

'Fuck off, Izuru. You know that's not me...'

Is it not? It's who you once were.

'That was never me! She was someone else. Just a person of the past.'

And that way of thinking is what got you here. It's time for you to face the facts. You may be a boy but, you're not male. You forgetting that is why that test is positive. You took a chance, you were risky and here you are.

'We're done here.'

I was steaming. I couldn't listen to another word that fell out of that man's mouth. I needed to calm down. I took some deep breaths and left the bathroom. Mikan left but, Nagito was still there. I wasn't concerned with him knowing that I was trans, he already knew; he would have to know since he's...

"So, what happened? What did she give you? Are you okay?" he asked but, I had a feeling that he knew. I didn't want the mood to be sour. Having kids is supposed to be a good thing so, I wanted to lighten the mood with a pun.

"Well, I guess I should be invisible."

"...What? What do you mean?" He looked puzzled.

I looked at the pregnancy test. "Well, I'm a trans-parent." (Yes, I took this pun from the same tumblr user)

He looked at me, still puzzled, for a few minutes before he realized.

"...oh. Oh OH! You don't mean-" He looked happy, so happy. He gave me a hug, "Oh my god! I've always wanted to be a dad!"

He has? Great... Personally, I never wanted kids. I used to but, secondary school... changed me and showed me that really, I don't. But I can't just make a split second decision, he seem so happy...

"Yeah, but can we discuss this a bit more? I have my issues that I need to address."

His smile faded a bit "Uh sure"

We both sat on the bed of our room. I didn't know what to say. I don't know if I want to do this but, it would feel wrong just to abort with no conversation.

"So umm... Nagito. I...I don't know if I'm- we're ready to have kids. I guess I'm kind of worried?"

Tell him the actual reason, Hajime.

"I don't know what effect this might have on me and I'm scared that I might not be a great dad..."

Hajime...

"Is that the reason?" Nagito asked.

"...Yeah"

If you don't tell him, I will.

"..." I wasn't going to say anything but, Izuru kept on his threat. I lost control of my body.

"He has gender dysphoria" Izuru said, "So this pregnancy is reminding him of his uncertainty. The place he used to live in was not the most accepting of transgendered people"

Nagito fell silent, he was stunned. Damn it Izuru... did you have to be so blunt? I got control of my body back, I couldn't even look at Nagito, I felt so ashamed, I was putting my anxieties above a life. It felt...wrong. Or is it a life? It's a clump of cells but, it can become a life. I've been around too many mixed influences. I wish I knew which decision was the good decision.

Then again..

Is there truly a 'good' decision? On one hand, I'm killing a potential life and that will haunt me but, if I'm not ready to be a parent, I'm bringing a child into a world neither it nor I'm ready for and with a current war having, it's not like adoption is an option and, like Izuru said, it forces me to accept-

"Why didn't you tell me?" Nagito asked. He didn't sound mad, he sounded sad and even a bit guilty, I didn't answer, "I'm sorry if me saying that pressured you." He gave me a hug. I felt so guilty. "I can't say that I fully understand but, no matter what you choose, I'll be in your corner."

"I'm gunna give it a week or two then I'll make my decision," I said nearly in tears, "thank you for being so supportive."

...

It's been two weeks, I thought about it everyday. I was already two week pregnant so with another two weeks, the time for abortion via safe mentions was soon ending. I hesitated and swayed back and forth on my answer. I truly didn't know for a while. But, about two days before my decision I found myself sticking to an answer. I'll stick with this pregnancy. It might help me get over my gender dysphoria, maybe not fully but, somewhat? Plus, it's quite an efficient way to tell everyone that I'm trans. And who know, maybe I'm a better parent than I think I am and with Nagito, I feel like I can take it. It's sort of strange; I'm aware of all the health risks, the mental tax, the problems and possible sadness but, I feel like I can take it. I feel calmer know that I at least, have one person- well two people with Tsumiki, in my corner.

"I'm keeping it" I said with a hug.

"Really? You sure?" Nagito asked.

"Yeah, we're gonna be a family." I smiled, it wasn't fake.

But of course, like everything else in my life, it didn't come without complication. I was already pregnancy four weeks and was just feeling more exhausted. Another week had passed and I kept feeling worse. I didn't know why. I felt exhausted and cold. I was exhausted but not tired, not sleepy. I was awake and shaky. Nagito called Mikan again when he started to notice how pale I was getting. She said it was Iron Deficiency Anemia along with Hypertension. Two things that were really common in pregnancy. She gave me medication for it and it did help but not fully.

At about 8 weeks, I told the group about me being trans and about the child. Mikan recommended to do that instead of immediately because that's when the risk of a miscarriage goes down to less than 10 percent. The group was so happy to have two children born at similar times. Yes, two! Sonia and Gundham were having a kid as well. What a coincidence! Sonia insisted that we started talking more about it.

12 weeks in and everything has been going as smoothly as it can. There's still work, there's still complications, sleeping is an issue, I have been diagnosed with Insomnia, this pregnancy has also made me more dependent on Nagito and has given me more time to think and I don't know if I like that... But, everyone's been really supportive, they haven't treated me any different and because I have a bit more time, I can hangout with them more. I've learnt a lot more about Sonia. I knew a bit about her, like that she's into witchcraft and serial killer documentaries but, she was also into slice of life novels so, this was a dream of hers. How cute.

Weeks 16 - 30 can be summed up here. They all passed the same; excited conversations, preparations, fun little talks, work, insomnia, exhaustion, etc. What was really note worthy was while Nagito went out on a mission to the main lands, Makoto brought back a fluffy white dog, a Great Pyrenees puppy. We agreed to keep and so when Nagito came home, I surprised him with the dog. At first, he was silent, then he started crying; I was scared the he didn't like the dog but, that changed when he went up and hugged the dog, he was so happy. Apparently, this was the exact breed of the dog Nagito used to have. Wow, how lucky. He sat with it for hours before being willing to pry away from it and go to sleep. We decided to call her Lucy.

Fast forward to week 37, about 3 weeks before we thought I was due. I was pulling an all-nighter on this one project to have it done by tomorrow. I knew I was pushing myself but I was almost done, I wanted to free up my schedule so I can have more time with my baby. Nagito, however, was starting to get concerned.

"Hajime, it's really late. You should rest."

"I'm almost done, okay? I just need to finish this last assignment and I'll be in bed. Just give me about an hour." I said, trying to easy his concern.

"Alright.." He didn't sound too convinced but he did leave.

I continued to work on my project and the time flew by until in the middle of my assignment, my stomach really hurt, more than usual. Do you really need to kick that hard, Future Child? I tried to continues working but the pain would just come back worse every time. Maybe I should just go to bed... I tried to get up and walk back to my bedroom but the pain sent me down the floor, everything hurts...everything hurts...I couldn't even scream, I was in so much pain...I felt something wet trickle down and I knew what it was at this point. I didn't know what to do, I was crying. Was I going to die? Was I just going to have to give birth here and now? What can I do??

Then, my savior came into the room. No not Nagito, Lucy! She took one good look and me and went sprinting out the door. I could hear her barking and soon she seem back with Nagito.

"Hajime!! Are you okay!?"

I wanted to say something to something to that question; 'yes', 'no', 'shut the fuck up and call Tsumiki' but, I couldn't let out a sound. Luckily, he took the hint and called Mikan.

"Tsumiki-chan. I'm sorry to wake you but, Hajime may be going through contractions? Please help?!"

They talked for a bit, I could barely focus. I just remember Nagito carrying me to the bathroom while talking to Mikan. I don't know if she was just fast or if I blanked out for a bit but, Mikan was there before I knew it. They both briefly conversed before they got me dressed in a cheap, long white shirt and set me down in the bath. Mikan started sticking needles in me, I don't know what for and she was still talking to Nagito. She finally looked at me and told me to count my contractions and how often they happen. After each one (Because it hurts too much to talk during contractions) I would tell her, when she decided that they were regular enough, she grasped my hand a little and told me to take a deep breathe. I did. Then she told me to push.

That's when it hit me, this was happening now! Oh my god, I was not ready for this but, I don't have much of a choice. So I pushed. Oh god it hurts! I felt like my bones were breaking. She then told me to breathe again and I did, we repeated this until the water started to turn red with blood.

Blood...blood...

Blood...Blood...Blood...Blood...Blood...Blood...Blood...Blood...Blood...Blood...Blood...Blood...Blood...

Blood? Did someone die? I felt like I was somewhere else. I was watching the murders of the student council again, so much blood...like a perfect quality horror movie, I saw them all murder each other clear as day, every person, every stabbing, every slicing, every shooting, all the bloodshed, clear as the day I first saw it. I never forgot any of their faces...

Then, as if it couldn't get worse...all the murders, all the executions...all the blood, clear as day. I was just watching, unable to do anything. Nagito...Chiaki... They were gone. Was my happy life all a dream? Is this the reality I'm truly in or am I hallucinating and this is the fake reality? I can't tell, I can't tell... I want out of this nightmare! I hear voices in the distance, at first I couldn't understand what they are saying but, as the voices got louder, I could slowly understand. Were they calling me? I got my answer.

"HAJIME!" Nagito shouted, dragging me back to reality. I panicked at the different scenery. My heart was pounding, threatening to rip out of my chest. I looked around to see where I was, I was in the bathroom. I couldn't keep my vision still.

Nagito cupped my cheeks, obviously trying to calm me down. "Hajime look at me, okay?"

I tried to focus my vision on him, his eyes full of panic and worry.

"You're having a panic attack. Whatever you saw, it's just an illusion. You're okay, I'm okay, everyone is okay. Please try to calm down."

My throat was dry and hoarse but, I took a deep breath. I continued to do that until I became calmer.

He smiled down at me "Good...good."

Mikan then piped up, "Komaeda-san, I'm sorry but, we do need to c-continue with this..." Then she got an idea, "If blood is a trigger to Hinata-san then can maybe he should just look at you instead. I'll still need your attention Hinata-san but, just keep l-looking at him."

"Yeah, that's a good idea." Nagito agreed. I just nodded. So Mikan continued with her instruction and I kept my eyes on Nagito. It made the birthing a little easier to see his smile and soon enough I did my last push, I felt a weight leave me and while I was still sore, it didn't hurt nearly as much anymore. That's when the fatigue washed over me. I could feel myself passing out already.

"Hey hey...um, I know you're tired but, can you stay awake just a little longer please? Just until Tsumiki-chan says it's okay. Please?"

I didn't want to, the work should be over by now but, I could do it. Voices faded in and out, I was barely able to concentrate. Then, Nagito gave me a kiss on the forehead.

"You did it Hajime! It's okay now, you can rest." His voice was quiet and soothing.

"...Great.." I replied groggily before falling asleep almost immediately after.

I fell into a deep, very needed sleep. It was relaxing for once. No dreams, no nightmares just, floating in the darkness. But, I had to wake up.

The sun was shining through the curtains, not too much sun but, just enough to give the room a bright warm haze. I still felt sore but, it was much better than last night. I sat up and yawned.

"Oh good morning, Sleepyhead." Nagito said, playfully. He was sitting right next to me, looking at me with a warm smile. "I was wondering when you were going to wake up."

I felt a bit out of it, it seemed so peaceful right now, I just wanted to bask in it for a while. I took the time to notice things around me, like the fact that I was wearing something different; it was one of Nagito shirts and my boxers. I also noticed a little crib in the far corner of our bedroom with what looks to be a baby inside.

"Do you want to see your child?" Nagito asked.

I could only nod. He got up and went to the crib, picked up the small child and came back to the bed. Handing me the child he said,

"Meet your new baby son"

I held the child gently in my arms and at that moment, everything became worth it. He woke up and looked at me. I was expecting him to cry but, instead he just giggles grabbed my finger. Now I'm the one whose crying!

Nagito chuckled, "Don't cry on the baby!" He said playfully but, he was crying too.

He gave me a kiss, "I love you, Hajime"

I returned it, "I love you too, Nagito"

We both held our son and I knew, deep in my heart, this was the right decision.

We're a family now!

If I got something wrong, please tell me. I really tried and I wanna get it right.

#danganronpa #danganronpa2 #hinakoma #komahina #Hajime Hinata #SDR2 Hajime #Nagito Komaeda #sdr2 nagito #trans hajime #family au

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A Soulmate Who Wasn’t Meant To Be

The title is the song by Jess Benko (which this fic was also based off of).

Pairing: IwaOi.

Genre: angst + smut a little bit in the middle.

A/N: Slight manga spoilers OwO; italicized means its a flashback.

Word count: 2600-ish.

‘You’re over-working yourself, Shitty-kawa!’ A distant voice came from somewhere in the back of Oikawa’s memory. It had been a while since he’d heard that voice. If it didn’t hurt so much, Oikawa would smile fondly back at the memories.

He kicked up his pace at the thought of the other man, as if to run away from the memories that plagued him. Ever since Oikawa could remember, that man was always there for him. And although Oikawa grew irritated of his constant scolding, it kept him in check. Iwaizumi... His name was painfully seared into his his brain, his face was burned into his eyelids. He couldn’t get rid of him, he couldn’t forget. How could he expect to, though? When he’d spent most of his life with him, when he felt like he was there with him forever, like he’d still been a part of him, even now.

“Iwa-chan, have you figured out where you’re going after we graduate?” A younger version of him asked. “Oh... I’m staying here,” the shorter man replied. “You going to continue with volleyball?” “Nah, I think I’ve had it with that sport,” Oikawa had looked almost offended by that statement. “After everything we’ve been through?!” He’d asked, “you’re breaking my heart, Iwa-chan!” Oikawa made a show of clutching his heart as if he’d been in great pain. Iwaizumi sighed, completely used to his antics, “it’s not like I’m dying, just... Trying something new.” He said optimistically. “Whatever it is that you do, I’ll support you, Iwa-chan!” Oikawa smiled. He’d be lying if he said he wasn’t a little disappointed, but he wasn’t going to take that out on his boyfriend. He didn’t want to fight about volleyball. Not again.

‘No no no no no nonono-’ Oikawa thought, shaking the memories away, almost sprinting now, trying desperately to outrun them. Eventually, he ran out of steam, he stopped and bent over, panting heavily. “Argh...!” He let out a groan of frustration, startling the few pedestrians nearby.

‘Damn it...’ He thought. ‘Damn you, Hajime...” He grabbed his phone, switching from his usual up-beat running playlist to a much angrier heavy metal one. This’ll keep him going. He kept running with angry men screaming in his headphones and thoughts of ‘damn you, Hajime!’ on repeat in his head.

“Hajime!” Oikawa let out a whine. “Calm down, I haven't even started moving yet. I’ve prepped you plenty!” Iwaizumi said, his tone seemed angry but he didn’t move, even though Oikawa knew he desperately wanted to. He was going to give Oikawa all the time he needed to adjust to his length.

“H-Hajime...” Oikawa called out, reaching his hand to Iwaizumi’s face, pulling him down to give him sloppy, passionate kisses. Tears picked at the corners of his eyes; he wasn’t sure if it was from the pain or the overwhelming feeling of love that engulfed his chest - which was the only reason he’d agreed to bottom.

Oikawa could feel how impatient Iwaizumi was getting, he couldn’t hide how his cock twitched and throbbed inside him. “Y-you can move now,” Oikawa mumbled when they’d pulled away for oxygen. But he kept his grip in Iwaizumi’s hair, his other hand digging into the other man’s back.

Both of their moans and groans melted together to form a melody; with Oikawa forgetting everything except his lover’s name, “Hajime!” He called out as he went faster and harder.

“Ngh... Tooru-” Iwaizumi’s voice was almost drowned out by his groans. Hearing Oikawa’s own moans seemed to fuel his own sensations of pleasure. They were both lost in this feeling, the feeling of being connected. It drove Iwaizumi mad knowing that he would be the only one to see Oikawa like this. He could feel Oikawa clenching around him harder now, he was close. And damn, so was Iwaizumi. His thrusts grew sloppy, but they never lost their power and speed. “H-Hajime! I love you! I love you, Hajime,” Oikawa cried into his shoulder. He brushed Oikawa’s disheveled hair out of his face, and he had the most tender look in his eyes, ,”I love you,” Iwaizumi had whispered into Oikawa’s mouth, just as the both of them climaxed.

Those words seemed so foreign now. It’s been so long since he’d last heard it said to him in a genuine, unconditional way, the same way Iwaizumi would say it to him. What Oikawa wouldn’t give just to hear his voice again.

‘I’m really pathetic,’ he laughed to himself as he walked the steps up to his apartment, having been done with his daily jog (it was more of a run today, really). He looked through his contacts, Iwaizumi’s name still saved as ‘Iwa-chan~ ;)!!!’ and let himself wonder what it would be like to call him, after all this time. He wondered if he even still had the same phone number. He wondered a lot of things about his former lover. What was he up to nowadays? Did he still have an obsession with Godzilla? What was his routine like? Who was he walking to school every day, now that Oikawa wasn’t there to keep him company?

Oikawa was almost surprised at the lack of jealousy he felt at that thought. It almost felt natural. Iwaizumi would move on and find someone new. Someone far better than himself. It was normal. Inevitable.

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Hours had passed, and Oikawa still never got rid of that guilty pang of regret in his heart. He never could. Not since the day he yelled at the only man he ever truly loved, and pushed him away forever.

He was at his local gym, practicing volleyball with his new teammates. Playing setter always came naturally for him, he never really needed to put that much thought into it. He could control the ball as easily as his fingers or toes.

Ideally, his mind would be clear while they played, focusing solely on his game. Today was, evidently, not ideal. His mind consumed by thoughts of his messy breakup. The ball was making its way towards him, after a slightly off receive by their wing spiker. He positioned himself right underneath it and jumped up to throw a toss. For a split second, he was back in high school, and Iwaizumi was in the air, his spiking form in the perfect place, calling for a toss.

Oikawa froze. His body dropped back to the floor and the ball hit his head with a light thud. Everyone stared at him with bewilderment.

“Yo, Oikawa, what the hell was that?” Asked one of his teammates, snapping him back to reality.

“Ah- Sorry...” Oikawa scratched the back of his neck, “I spaced out for a second, my bad!”

Luckily, everyone seemed to laugh it off, some offering remarks like “keep your head in the game,” and other joking about him getting distracted by a girl. That latter part wasn’t too far off, though he’d never admit that.

He reminisced on those first few days when he’d just moved into his new home in Argentina. How, instead of the bubbling in his chest at all the new things he’d see and people he’d meet, there had been a heavy weight on his chest, something he never quite could rid of. Back then, the memories of his argument with Iwaizumi were freshly burnt into his mind, and every time he spoke all he could hear was the sound of his own voice when he had yelled and shouted at him.

He thought about the days when he would accompany Iwaizumi on their way to school, how familiar everything had felt. He knew the streets like the back of his hand, he knew the people there, he knew Iwaizumi. And Iwaizumi had known him. Inside and out. He could never hide anything from the man, his emotions on full display for him to read - not that he minded, it was nice having someone to rely on like that.

His life seemed so empty now. Although he was pursuing his passion and had a wonderous future ahead of him, that spark that he once carried stayed behind in Japan. Maybe it had been completely blown out by now.

Everyone could tell he was off today. So, when Oikawa made his way home he was thankful when none of his teammates gave him too much shit. ‘Iwa-chan would have scolded me,’ he thought, remembering the caring yet stern gaze that had drawn him to his lover in the first place.

He was doing an awful lot of remembering as of late, and he wished he could stop. But he knew that he belonged to Iwaizumi. They’d spent their entire childhoods together, and promised to spend their futures together, too. He wondered if Iwaizumi felt the same. For a small, hopeful moment, he thought about Iwaizumi wallowing around in his sadness, unable to focus in class and thrown completely off just because Oikawa wasn’t there. A dry chuckle escaped his lips, Iwaizumi wasn’t the type to hang on like that. He’d been the one to end it in the first place. Clearly, Iwaizumi was sick of him. Oikawa was a bit sick of himself too.

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Oikawa had come back to Japan for a family visit. The once familiar streets had seemed so foreign to him now. He was babysitting his nephew, who insisted that he was too old now to need babysitting but still needed to be watched over, which gave him a welcome distraction from his own thoughts. His nephew was a lot taller than the last time Oikawa had seen him. He didn't realize it had been that long since then. Everyone was changing without him realizing. He felt a slight pang in his heart because he hadn't been there to watch his nephew grow up. It was only when he came back for this visit that he realized how much he'd been pulling away from his own family. He was determined to make sure that changed.

Okay, so, maybe he was over-compensating a little bit now. He'd taken his beloved nephew to the nearby grocery store and promised to let him buy as many snacks as he'd want. Of course, the damn kid would take advantage of this. Now Oikawa had to carry around a basket heavy with all sorts of junk food and dread the bill he would have to pay.

As the pair approached the cashier, Oikawa caught the faintest hint of an all too familiar voice. The voice chuckled, and Oikawa had a vivid image of the way the man's chest would rise, he could see every wrinkle in his smile. He hadn't heard that laugh in so long. Familiar brown eyes met Oikawa's, and that chuckle died down immediately. Oikawa's eyes widened as he realized who he was looking at: Iwaizumi. But it wasn't the Iwaizumi he knew. He had an undercut and piercings, and Oikawa had never seen the people that he was with.

Iwaizumi quickly looked away, and he was absorbed with his friends again. He turned around and didn't look back, and Oikawa could hear his booming voice again, only it was a little more distant this time. Iwaizumi seemed to move on so fast, and Oikawa was left barely keeping himself together, his heart forgot how to beat, and he had completely halted his walk. The ache in his chest spread to his whole body. Oikawa thought he was doing better. Apparently not.

He didn't even hear his nephew calling out to him until he pulled on his sleeve, "Oikawa-san? Are you okay?" Oikawa swiftly collected himself, "oh! Sorry!" He offered a clearly forced, sheepish grin, before hastily making his way to the cashier. All he wanted to do now was get out of that damned store. He could feel his tears creeping up on him; if his nephew noticed anything off, he didn't say it. Oikawa had somehow kept it together on the way back to his sister's, but as soon as he entered the privacy of his own room he couldn't hold back anymore. He flopped onto his bed and cried (like he would when he was still in high school after getting into petty arguments with his former lover).

Rage bubbled inside him. A part of him wished he had the courage to go up to Iwaizumi and talk to him, tell him he was sorry, and kiss his perfect lips. The other part of him wished he hadn't seem him at all. Most of all, he hated how well Iwaizumi was doing. While Oikawa was busy wallowing in his misery over the breakup, Iwaizumi was working on himself, making new friends, he was happier. Oikawa hated that Iwaizumi wasn't as miserable as him. Did he really mean that little to the man?

He spent the rest of the day moping about in his room. He could hear his nephew yelling into a headset - likely playing video games with his friends - so he wasn't worried about that. This visit was supposed to be a break, a distraction, from Iwaizumi. But now the pain was fresh as it was at the very start, and he had that image of the new Iwaizumi seared into his brain.

'HAH?! Piercings totally suck! I would never get something as silly as those!' He remembered Iwaizumi yelling. 'Look at you now...' he thought. Iwaizumi looked so... attractive with them. And that undercut? Oikawa wished he could run his hands through Iwaizumi's hair, tell him how hot he was. He wondered what it would feel like to tug on those piercings with his teeth.

For a single, crazy second, Oikawa wondered if he should call Iwaizumi. That thought quickly died, however, when Oikawa remembered how quickly Iwaizumi had looked away from him. Like he barely recognized him. Like he had just made eye contact with a stranger.

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"Have a safe flight, Tooru. I'll be watching your next game!" Oikawa's sister said as they pulled away from a hug. "I'll totally kick their asses, just you wait!" He returned, then offered one final goodbye as he made his way to check in.

Thoughts of his former lover completely gone from his mind. He saw how good Iwaizumi was doing, he decided it was time for him to get himself together, too.

Of course, Oikawa had picked the window seat. He'd always been mesmerized by the view of the city from a plane. He always felt like an alien, visiting planet earth for the first time. He couldn't help but be filled with a child-like wonder as he gazed upon the small buildings.

'That's so stupid Oikawa, you know aliens aren't real!' Iwaizumi yelled, after Oikawa said that planes were kind of like spaceships.

A pang.

'No, no, no, no, no!' Oikawa shook his head, as if to shake away the painful memories. He was going to move on. He wasn't going to be thinking about the past. He wasn't going to think about a possible future where him and Iwaizumi stayed together. He wasn't going to do that.

Oikawa chewed his lip, biting back his tears. As he looked out the city, slowly getting further and further away, he whispered a final "goodbye." To his past self, to his memories, and to his old lover, whom he was never going to see again. Oikawa felt a little more okay with that now.

Stranger,

Who knows all my secrets

Can pull me apart and break my heart

A soulmate who wasn't meant to be

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A/N: EEEEEEEEEEEEEEE that ending reminded me of the banana fish ending i swear its fully unintentional. this took so long cuz i kept getting swarmed with school stuff so i procrastinated instead. sorry for the lack of a happy ending uwu.

if you read this far, thank you. like always, i made sure to proof read to hell and back but do lmk if i missed anything! feedback is appreciated!

#haikyuu #iwaoi #iwaoi angst #haikyuu angst

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isthatbloodonhisshirt · 4 years

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If you could change ten things about Teen Wolf what would you change??

OMG BUCKLE DOWN BECAUSE IT’S GONNA BE A LONG ONE! Do asks have a word limit? Guess we gonna find out! (Sometimes I wish I could speak these replies, they sound much funnier when I am speaking out loud to myself and then they are just weird and flat typed up but I DIGRESS! I do that a lot, have you noticed? Doesn’t matter.)

(Also, I did put a “Keep Reading” but for some reason it’s not working. Or it’s not showing as working on my end. But it’s right under this paragraph I swear so if it’s not working, that isn’t on me....)

1) SO! Trauma. People be dealing with their traumas. That’d be a thing I’d like, thank you. Like, I’m sorry, but there is a fuckton of trauma in this show and everyone like, goes to bed at night and wakes up cured. Like MAGIC! I mean, yes, I get that magic is a thing in the show (is it? I mean kind of? Idk, I never saw past season 4, they alluded to magic and then SNATCHED THAT AWAY so, side-note, that’s coming up later!) But yes, I would’ve very much liked for people to, you know, deal with their traumas in a realistic fashion. Let’s get some therapy going, or like, idk, some actual negative reactions to thing! They kind of had that with Stiles every now and then, but he seemed to be up and down episode to episode so like, it’d be like they wrote an episode where he reacts to what happened to him and then four episodes have gone by where he’s fine and the writers were like “OH YEAH SHIT HE JUST MURDERED LIKE A WHOLE HOSPITAL, make him have a panic attack randomly over dropping milk, that balances out, excellent, we’re so smart.” So yes. DEAL. WITH. THE. TRAUMA! Thanks.

2) LESS CHARACTERS, MORE DEVELOPMENT! I mentioned this in another recent ask about relationships but like, they just kept shoving characters in there. Like one of those clown cars. So we got like, 30% character development on the core group and then the rest was like “wait, who are you again?” Like, legit, I have a bad memory, you put too many people in front of me, I ain’t gonna remember them unless they have a good personality or a reason to be there. And like, develop their relationships! Not even romantically, but like, Scott’s mom loves Scott, that is sweet and lovely, but like, we never really… see… that… developed? Idk man, like again, I have a bad memory, but when you really develop relationships WELL (ex: Brooklyn-nine-nine), that shit sticks with you and you CARE about people. The friendships are important, and the familial relationships are important and just developing all the dynamics is important! They spent more time showcasing how much everyone hated each other and lied to each other and stuff and that just got really tiring. Yes, you’re allowed to get mad at your friends, but if you’re a Werewolf, and your human friend is calling you when there is a fucking monster running around killing people, can you maybe stop making out with your girlfriend and answer your phone so your friend isn’t treading water with a 200+ pound Werewolf for 2 hours? Like, JUST SAYING! (Spoiler alert: Me and Scott would not be close friends. Like, I think we’d be friends, but not so much that I’d trust him with my life. If I wanted to grab pizza and a movie, maybe play some video games, he sounds like a treat, but if my life was in danger, thanks I be callin’ someone who answers their phone).

3) Actual consequences for their actions! Okay like, I am also guilty of this in fanfic, but at the same time, my writing is free, I don’t get paid for it, and I write what I want because that’s how it works, so I can do whatever I please (If I wanna make the Hales royalty for the millionth time, ain’t nobody gonna stop me!). But like, when you are a legit paid screenwriter who is writing a show? Consequences! Just because it’s a show about Werewolves doesn’t mean there can’t be any consequences! Like, the best scene, and I feel like we can agree, because fuck it like, hurt my soul and my heart and I was just so like ;~; was when the sheriff got fired (fired? suspended? TEMPORARILY UNEMPLOYED!) because Stiles stole a police van when they locked Jackson up in it. Like, that shit was REAL LIFE CONSEQUENCES for actions, and that shit was intense and it HURT and omg I loved it! Give me more of that! Like, I’m sorry, but you gonna tell me Nogistune!Stiles walked through the hospital murdering a bazillion people and not one camera was working the whole time? Not one? Nobody saw that? Nobody went “hey, isn’t that the sheriff’s kid?” Like, CAN. YOU. IMAGINE?! That would’ve been so amazing, a bunch of episodes of the pack scrambling to keep the Supernatural a secret while also trying to stop Stiles from GETTING ARRESTED because saying “Sorry ma’am, I was possessed by a demon fox who likes chaos and thought murdering a bunch of people would be fun” ain’t gonna fly in court and the FBI sure isn’t gonna believe that but like, UGH! Again, bad memory, but was the fact that Dark!Stiles wandered through the hospital killing people EVER brought up again???? CONSEQUENCES. Woulda really liked that.

4) STOP with unnecessary romances. Like, yeah, I get it, the allos like their romances, but shockingly, you can still have a good show without focussing on the romance. Like, it can be there, I’m not saying don’t put it in, I’m saying DON’T MAKE IT THE MOST IMPORTANT THING! Like, the entirety of season one was Scott chasing Allison and Stiles chasing Lydia. This… this does not make an interesting show? Like, is that just me? And then as the season progressed, EVERYONE had to be in a relationship? WHY? Again, haven’t seen past season four, but I mean, I know Scott and Kira were a thing, and then Stiles and Malia, and Liam and some… person? Idk. And Ethan and Danny (congrats Jeff, you get to tick your “I had representation in my show!” box, well done, gold star, or whatever). And Isaac and Allison, and Melissa and Chris (apparently?). And then Stydia was alluded as being canon, and Scott ended up with Malia somehow?? And Derek slept with half the town and all of Mexico, idek. Like, stop it. Stop. Shows work without everything being about everyone banging each other. (See again: Brooklyn-nine-nine, or Avatar the Last Airbender, or The Good Place, or even fucking Supernatural!) You can have a good, interesting story without everyone banging each other. It ain’t necessary.

5) More actual storytelling (again, this woulda worked better without the unnecessary romances taking up 49 of the 50 minutes of air-time). Like, yes, I get it, pilot’s gotta have some pizzaz! Gotta be spicy and sparkly to make people interested (and like, fucking hell, all I can remember of the pilot is sobbing Allison soaking wet–LIKE, WAS THAT NECESSARY???–about the dog she hit and oh noes is it dead well thank God the lead character works for a vet! And somehow has keys and access to the whole clinic like nbd at all hours? Whatever. I wasn’t even allowed inside my blockbuster as a shift lead if it was off-hours but apparently a high school student doing paperwork at a vet clinic is different, I’m not a vet so what do I know? I HAD A BAD DAY OKAY, I GOT FEELINGS ABOUT THIS RN!) I went off-topic, what was I saying? Oh yes, storytelling. You know what woulda been nice? Werewolves! It happens, we find out about Laura, we find out about Werewolves, Scott gets bitten, all that jazz. And then like… ease in the Hunters? Like, why was there Laura/Derek, Peter, AND the Hunters all crammed into the pilot? Yes, I get it, you need the SUSPENSE and the DRAMA, but you can do that without the Hunters right off the bat. Just, how CONVENIENT~ that the same day Derek and Laura come back, Hunters move to town? That’s just lazy, and again, I can be guilty of laziness, I admit to it, but I literally get paid in—like, do hearts count? I get paid in hearts and pats on the back for my fics, I can write whatever I want. If you’re getting paid to write something, try a bit harder, yes? Yes???

What number am I on? Oh good Lord, I got things to say, okay.

6) MAGIC! Can you like—I feel like this one is self-explanatory. Stiles did the whole mountain ash thing in season one, and it was SO PROMISING, and then that just died. It died like Maes Hughes getting shot in a phonebooth (spoiler, but really, you haven’t seen that yet, that’s a you problem). Why even bother introducing magic if you weren’t gonna use it? Like, was it because people like Stiles more than Scott and the showrunner was like “nonono. If we make him magic, he’s TOO cool, and then Scott is unimportant.” I mean, you coulda worked that in your favour, but no. You just murdered the fuck out of it, like straight up took it out back and shot it. Like, yeah, Derek went kiddo again and Jennifer was apparently all magic beauty spell or whatever, but like?? That’s it??? You had a show about Werewolves and you didn’t even try to make it more interesting by making some of the characters magic? Lydia’s basically the closest and they didn’t even explain her powers that well. Magic would’ve been dope and they totally shoved that to the side. That was dumb. Shoulda done something with that.

7) Explain things more? Don’t mention them once and then do nothing? Like, we got some brief stuff about anchors, and emissaries (which are super duper secret according to Deaton but then like, EVERYONE KNOWS HE IS EMISSARY SO WHICH IS IT DEATON? YOU TELL ME!) Like, they had so much opportunity to talk about so many things and again, maybe that comes out more in the later seasons, idk, but they likely coulda done with more explanations and they didn’t and this angers me GREATLY. They mention something once and then it never comes up again. That’s some Lost bullshit right there. Don’t start something if you’re not gonna commit. You tell me the beginning of the story, I wanna fucking know the end, don’t forget halfway through and wander away, that ain’t right, I NEED ANSWERS JEFF! And like, as above, never really got Lydia’s powers. I know what a Banshee is, but her powers did NOT make sense to me. Idk, could just be that I’m dumb, but similarly, don’t write something so convoluted that it confuses people, that is also dumb. As dumb as I am so like, well done there. And also do we get more on Parrish? I know he’s a Hellhound, but how does one get born a Hellhound and not know until you are conveniently lit on fire by someone trying to kill you for money? (Also, you bean, you absolute treasure, “I’m worth five dollars?” You’re so cute. Silly child.) I feel like being a Hellhound is something that woulda come up before getting barbecued in his cruiser. Like, he works a stressful job, you gonna tell me not ONCE while getting shot at he didn’t have a massive heart attack over a close call and like, burst into flames? No? Is that just a me thing? I feel like the slightest annoyance and I’d be fully on fire, not gonna lie. (I’d be on fire a LOT… CLEARLY I AM AN ANGRY PERSON! No, that’s not true. No yes it is, I am angry, but more angry lately because I’m sleep-deprived and work is dumb ANYWAY back to this)

8) EMBRACE THE SIDE CHARACTERS! Okay, so MAYBE Scott is meant to be the golden child. The Dick Grayson of the show, if you will. The original Robin, the creme de la creme. That’s all fine and dandy if he is, no judgement (little judgement), but you know what you don’t do when your side characters are getting a lot of attention and love? What you DO NOT do is give them less screen time. Because then you’re being petty and, shockingly, you get more positive results when you give the fans what they want. I’m not talking about pairings, because everyone is different, and you can’t cater to everyone, but like, the more people moved away from liking Scott, the harder the showrunners pushed him into our faces. And like, that isn’t how this works. If I like side character 87 a lot, and the lead’s getting annoying, you know what’s gonna make me NOT watch the show? Cutting out side character 87 (hey, for shits and gigs, let’s call him DANNY, just, not coincidentally at all) and then just shoving the lead into my face. That is what makes someone go “Well, four seasons is enough, I can happily live knowing I didn’t waste my life watching two more of them.” Like??? I’m not saying cut out Scott, because the show is ABOUT Scott, but the more everyone tried to showcase how amazing and wonderful and pure and perfect he was, the more annoying it got? Like, Scott has flaws. THEY ALL HAVE FLAWS! If you don’t admit that they all have flaws, it gets boring, and you hate the characters. I know that Scott turned into a douche later (apparently, again, haven’t seen it), but even in the early seasons by trying to make him this pure True Alpha golden angel child who spreads love and hope and trusts everyone, it just got boring. He was vanilla, and also a bad friend, because he was too “perfect” to be around someone “imperfect” like Stiles, and even like, the rest of the pack overall. He was always put on a pedestal and it made the show really… irksome? Idk, I just feel like yes, SCOTT is the Teen Wolf, but you added all these damn side characters, maybe use them a bit more? At least Stiles was interesting, and Lydia was fucking badass, and fucking hell, if you’d done right by Boyd and Erica, the actors wouldn’t have left for better shows so like, come on man, you coulda done better. We coulda had such a dope show, why you gotta crush my dreams like that Jeff? What did I ever do to you?

I know this is only eight, but this is long enough, if I go two more, this is gonna be IN.SANE. And also it’s late and I haven’t finished my fic for the day (I mean, I’m almost done, but I’m not done yet!) So like, I’ma stop here. But yes, hopefully this answered your question. Sorry I got REALLY PASSIONATE about it but it’s been a day.

Also, I feel this needs to be said, but obviously these are my own personal opinions, and as opinions, you are not obligated to agree with them. But you are also not allowed to tell me my opinion is wrong. You can disagree with it, but this is an opinion, not a law, so there is no right and wrong. Don’t @ me, my day’s been bad enough kthx!

HAVE A GOOD NIGHT, BE BACK IN LIKE TWENTY(?) MINUTES!

#not tw #but also kind of #Blood's yakkity yaks #I had a lot to say #it's been a day okay!#Anonymous

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magicflowershop · 4 years

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one day kitty; Atsumu version

《inspired by movie A Whisker Away》

✿✿ you wished to be with the person you like and wish granted. whiskers, button nose, tail, four legs and ears on top of the head; you turned into a cat. with this, you are given the opportunity to be with the person you want to express your affections to. but as a cat. and only in one day.

― haikyuu characters x cat!reader imagines!

❀ masterlist ❀

the wheel of names have spoken.

you know you hated your housecat the second you laid eyes on it when your mum took it home one day from the shelter, saying it was an abandoned cat

abandoned cat your ass

that cat stole your body and turned you into a cat

she stole your human identity

like, girl, wha- the auDACITY for her to have you wake up on her stinky litterbox while she’s havin the time of her life talking to your parents as if you were in that body the entire time

and the audacity of her to go to school and attend your classes, talk to your friends while you’re over there lurking in the shadows, glaring lasers at her from a tree branch

and the absolute audacityyy of her to obviously ogle over a guy from your class when you weren’t even interested in him to begin with

THE NERVE OF IT TO BE ATSUMU MIYA OF ALL PEOPLE

REALLY

why

why him when he has so many fans and the fact that he’s perpetually ANNOYED by his fans like c’mon????????????????????

IN YOU’RE BODY AT THAT

now you’re just extra helpless bc there’s nothing you can do, you have no idea when you’ll get back to your original body, or if you’re able to get back to your original body at all :O

you also dunno who she made a deal with to get to this point in your lives

all you know is that you had a bad dream that morning, and saw a strange cat sayin you had one day

like what the hell is that supposed to mean

“hey what’re ya doin there?”

o wouldya look at that, a wild Miya twins appeared

you didnt notice that you were taking your sweet time contemplating abt life on that tree that three periods have passed and its now lunch break

the twins happened to see you while they were hanging out outside

so you was just staring at them,,, you had no idea what to do while they were there,,,, but it seemed like they were thinkin of saving you even though you’re not in trouble :v

so you was just starin at them

and they were starin back at you

then they left

LMAO

you were gonna brush this lil interaction off until you arrived,,, i mean your body,,,, i mean your housecat in your body

then you got incredibly annoyed cause she was doin so hard so hard to get their attention when she ady got it, and Atsumu was as annoyed as you are sksskkd Osamu didn’t care at all so moving on

and now you got even mroe annoyed cause she was ruining your image in front of your classmates like srsly

so you dipped and decided this is all a fever dream and everything will get better tomorrow with you back in your body and with a good reputation in school as if nothing horrible happened, yes? yes :)

“there ya are”

until Atsumu picked you up from the ground while you were stealthily making your great escape,, then he started acting like he was lookin for you outta nowhere

and Osamu was lookin at him like he was insane sjksd but he figured this is a plan of Atsumu’s so he decided to play along and told your housecat (that was the host of your body) to excuse them bc they had a cat to take care of and that its vvvv urgent

now kitty you is officially adopted by the Miya twins <3

and you didn’t like it one bit HAHAJSJ

you figure this wasnt such a bad thing and you werent allergic to these boys nyway so you let things happen, and let Atsumu scratch the top of your head while they were discussing things about you

they werent talking mad things abt u nonono, they were talkin abt how strange you were acting when you’re literally one of the chill students in school,,, it was as if you were under a spell and suddenly you were in love with them lmao

Osamu proceeds to add the suspicion with the fact that he saw “you” staring at Atsumu during class like someone so lovestruck

both you and Atsumu got goosebumps couple of the year amirite

so Osamu told him that this could just be a one-time thing (like strange conclusion but go off) and/or that you might’ve just confused him as your first crush lmao Osamu was just confusing himself but he was tryin his best to come up with explanations to ur behavior

so classes begin again,,, now Atsumu still dunno what to do with u ogling at him WHILE THE REAL YOU WAS A CAT WATCHING EVERYTHING FROM A TREE

you was def ready to throw hands,, but thats a cat and ur against animal cruelty,,,,,,, tho its ur body anyway so whats the diff

meanwhile u coming up with a plan to end your housecat, Atsumu found you sitting on a tree and he was so shocked for his life bc last time he check he put you in a box with kitty snax, inside the gyms storage room, how in the world did you manage to get out from there??

the fake you sees you again while Atsumu was lookin at you from the window, and was enraged bc you’re taking the attention from her... hm

so you decided to face your stupid housecat head-on and get to the bottom of this bs and be grownups tgt bc no way are you just gonna donate your human life to an ungrateful animal

you look for the fake you at the back of the school, and now the Giorno theme is playing in the background sksk

“give me my body back”

“o pls can’t you just give me a one day chance?“

the audacity

“you ady stole it from me and you say this now?”

your housecat was smug enuff to tell you that she had the honors of asking a favor from a spirit cat who was the reason of all this,,, and who has also taken a liking to your human soul

your housecat just sold your human soul to a spirit cat

so you just flew in the air to scratch your human face, you didn’t care anymore, its your body, whatever, the one experiencing the pain aint u anyway but your bitchy housecat that your mum seemed to have a deeper connection with than her own child

nyway that didn’t last long cause fake you was screaming help, other students found you two, and they got a hold of you while you were in your feral state and now you were terrified of possibly getting into the animal shelter fr,,,, fake you smirked at this possibility

until sum of ur school’s vball bois saw the commotion too and what do u know, Atsumu says that the cat is his and that he apologizes to the ruckus that the cat has done

then it was your turn to smirk at fake you

so u spend time with Atsumu again for some odd reason that keeps the two of you tgt sweat drops looks away,,, you wonder why your mum’s cat is so attached and/or attracted to Atsumu like this???

you never remember them interacting at all since the very time you see them in the same scene is when you went to have your mum’s cat checked up in the vet and Atsumu was there with their dog too

whats happening

fast forward to dismissal, you’re quite thankful you werent in trouble, same as Atsumu since he managed to tell the other students to not tell anything to the teacher that he has a cat in school kdjsk sum rotten power he holds

but you decided to ditch him again and look for fake you

you found her talking to the spirit cat that she said,, so naturally you demanded said spirit cat to give your body back to you

the spirit cat smiled wider and says that, you haven’t finished your task yet if you want to get back to your original body, you have to wait till midnight

like what in the hell was that supposed to mean, you understood nOTHING

then your housecat goes and says “maybe i should extend my stay in this body, what do you think?”

SIS YOU WENT FERAL there is no way she’s staying in your body while you are sufferin like this, in which you do not deserve. watching your housecat ruin your life like its normal like cmon

“then if you’re gonna stay in my damn body then do it properly! don’t make me look like im a flirt!”

“i was never flirting with anyone!”

“wdym?! you were staring at my classmate the entire time!”

“what was i supposed to do when its what your body felt like doing?!?!?”

...

w hAt

“what’cha screamin at the cat for, y/n?”

ATSUMU JUST ENTERED THE SCENE AS IF HE WAS INVITED AND PICKED THE CAT UP TRYING TO PROTECT IT AS IF WHAT HE WAS DOING WAS SO HELPFUL

“i’m not y/n”

NOW YOUR HOUSECAT JUST ADDED MORE GAS IN THE FLAME

“i’m y/n’s pet cat, that cat is y/n we switched bodies bc y/n has been neglected by her parents ever since i was taken for adoption... y/n has a crush on you so i just reacted the way her body wanted to react around you so i’m sorry i made you uncomfortable”

you couldn’t take the embarrassment anymore and jumped from Tsumu’s hands and ran your way to your house as fast as you can

you thought abt how stupid that was and how stupid you looked in front of him,, like pointing at a cat saying that thats the real you like who in the heaven’s name would believe bs like that

you were beyond embarrassed that you just want to sink into the ground and just disappear from life rn and never see Atsumu again,,, anyone is fine but Atsumu pls for the love of god

“well ofc its a narrower place”

didn’t you say anyone but Atsumu is fine pls for the love of god

“get outta there, i got yer mask”

he placed a mask beside you, so you chomped on that mask and pulled it out of the bush with you,, you see him there crouching down to your smol height, watching you in concern

you try to take off your mask yourself but it isnt working, you try to push your head to make your actual mask stick to your head but it isn’t working. nothing is working so you started crying in meow

now tsumu is just confused there and asked if he can comfort you,,, you glared at him like he was stupid

“yer still a girl yknow, i gotta ask for consent”

how sweet 🥺

he started talking abt how he and ur housecat tried to talk it out with the creepy cat to get ur normal life back bc apparently you never wished for a deal with him even tho u desperately hated ur life at home, all in all spirit cat is a big ass scam, while he was unknowingly scratching the top of your head again but moving on

also that your housecat wanted to apologize to you bc she didnt want to take your life away from u, and that she never meant to hurt your feelings while running his hand down to your back and forgetting that you aren’t a real cat but again moving on

“is, is it true tho?”

“ya like me?”

dumass rly asked that while ur a cat lol

“it’s a meow for me”

smoke escaped your nostrils like a bull, the stupid spirit cat was playin games withcha since he ady got exposed for his scams >:O

“ya just spoke”

you left Atsumu there with the mask between your teeths, dragging yourself back home, expecting to probably go back to normal once you wake up,,, but you have your mask back now hm

“don’tcha want sum help?”

k ykno he’s annoying when he wants to be but he literally had no reason to be annoying know i mean pls

“sure i like u it doesn’t m-”

you’re back to normal

“matter”

but wearing what you wore when you went to bed last night, in pajamas with no footwear, on the cold asphalt ground, blushing like a fool out of even more embarrassment, cursing at the spirit cat sum more from the back of your mind

that cat had no right to play match-maker after all that, even if he knew that Atsumu will naturally bring you hope since its night and give you a piggy-back ride since you had no slip-ons, asking for consent as well mind you

no right at all

stay tuned for more!

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hello! could you possibly do a scenario where tsukki has a secret passion for dancing, n one of his favs genres to listen to is like 80's music ?? i prefer it to be like raining n dark, just you two. i want tsukki n the girl to be like rly good friends, but tuskki lowkey likes her jus a bit n the girl is like totes in love with him, but they dont rly know about each other, until they like kiss after the songs stops. wkhsjdbf idk if this is too much but i love your writing sm!! thank you. 🥺❤

Okay that’s super cute so don’t worry lool

80s and indie music are SUPERIOR NO ONE TELL ME OTHERWISE.

I was looking through my playlist bc I have 80s songs but then I realised IT’S ALL ROCK LMFAO SO I HAD TO STEAL SONGS FROM MY FRIENDS JAHAHAH

Like I can’t make them dance to ACDC or like Guns n’ Roses wtf are they gonna do air guitars?

But then I realised I literally have a song called we can get together sooo👀👀👀👀

And I genuinely love it so much SOOOO👀👀

Earphones// Tsukishima Kei x Reader

Word count: 2000+

Warnings: None lol I’m not even gonna warn for swearing anymore if it’s just swearing then none

Summary: You randomly discover Tsukishima’s knack for dancing.

You always saw him as a calm, or sly person. He was witty, mean, sarcastic, an asshole in every way possible. He was that one person that would call everyone out for looking stupid while dancing at a party, or the one that would remind couples on Valentine's day that it was to celebrate the death of a tortured and beheaded saint. He was pretty much the most no-bullshit person you’ve ever met. It was as if he simply didn’t understand the meaning of enjoyment, and thrived to seek out every opportunity to ruin it for others as well. He rarely went to social events, never showed up at parties, and you don’t think you’ve ever seen him smile genuinely. Ever.

Yet tonight, you witnessed something you never thought would happen.

You see, every night, you would take a good old stroll around your neighbourhood. Tonight was no different, except it was pouring, the constant pitter patter of your umbrella clouding out any other sound that was coherent. Sometimes you might run into street vendors, other times you would get a bowl of ramen to fulfil your midnight hunger.

Walking along the street to your favourite convenience store, instead of an eerily empty park, what you saw was Tsukishima Kei, the one person you were somehow close to, sitting in a park, with no headphones on. What a shocker.

Ever since you gave him those iconic white headphones, he has never gone anywhere without them. It was as if those headphones were a staple of your friendship, or more so, how much he meant to you. Just saying, those things were expensive. Like eighteen thousand yen expensive. You knew how much Tsukishima enjoyed listening to music, especially whilst doing work. You saved up for months, just to scrape together enough money to get him a brand new pair of headphones to replace his broken ones that only worked in one ear and had shitty quality. You would never admit it, but something in your heart clenched at the sight of the absence of those headphones you spent so much on. Many might have thought you were just sensitive, but they didn’t understand. In fact, no one would understand how insanely in love you were with him.

“Hey, beanstalk.”

The blond looked up from his phone, his legs crossed on the bench.

“Well, would you look who’s here. It’s the infamous shorty.”

You approached his hunched-over figure, taking a seat next to him on the bench. “So, why are you here? It’s pretty late already.” Shoving your earphones into your ear, you hastily scrolled through your playlist, trying to hold off the urge to ask where his headphones were. “Lost my umbrella while going home from practise, it’s raining cats and dogs, I’m not looking to get soaked while going home, so I’m waiting for the rain to stop. Thank God I brought an extra sweater, my uniform is all wet and gross.” Chuckling, you punched him playfully, muttering a quick “Idiot,” before picking a song. You were very low-key about your feelings towards him. God knows how he would react if you ever told him. He would probably ignore you for the rest of your high school lives. Even worse, he might make fun of you for being childish and emotional. Just the thought of it sent shivers up your spine and a dark feeling towards your chest. Shaking your head, you tried your best to drown yourself in the terrifyingly loud music that was blasting through your earphones. From next to you, Tsukishima could hear every single note that was playing from the internal speakers. He scooted closer to you, much to your embarrassment. You grabbed your phone, pretending to scroll through it when in reality, you were just trying to hide the burning blush that was now painted on your cheeks. He paid attention to every little sound that came out of those tiny little earbuds, as if trying to figure out what song you were listening to was a fun game. Noticing the sudden absence of music in your left ear, you heard a tiny, almost breathy chuckle, followed by a pull on the earphone jack. “Pulp, hm? Nice taste you got there.” your eyes widened in surprise, mouth curling up into a wide smile. “Ahhh, never thought the great Tsukishima Kei would know them.” The blond smirked, shoving the rubber tip into his ear. “What do you mean? I have a playlist dedicated to this kind of stuff. 80s music will forever be superior.” You rolled your eyes, not falling for his shit. “Nonono, no way. Hand it over, I need to see for myself. I’m convinced you’re listening to raptor mating calls on a daily basis.” The blond shrugged, dropping his phone onto your lap. “See for yourself.” Opening up his Spotify, you were bombarded with a huge selection of his playlists. “Right there shorty, that’s the one you’re looking for?” Pointing his nimble finger at a specific one that was labeled “Old Stuff,” you scrolled through every single song, not believing what you’re seeing. “Holy shit, and I thought you would be into indie or EDM or something like that. This is some new information that I have to process.” Snatching his phone back, he wiped the screen with his sweater, turning it off. “That’s enough snooping for today. Come back at snooping hours again.”

It was at that moment, did the song decide to change.

“Yeah, no. We’re skipping this shit.” You acted sad, fake pouting and huffing out. “But Tsukishima! All Star is God’s work, you can’t just skip it! Here, I’ll sing it for you!” The blond tried to look at you in disgust, but the smile he was holding back was clear as day, biting his lip as he tried not to laugh at your silly antics. “Oh God (Y/N) please no-”

Too late.

“SomeBODY ONCE TOLD ME THE WORRRLD WAS GONNA ROLL ME, I AIN’T THE SHARPEST TOOL IN THE SHEDDDD.”

“Absolutely not.” Laughing softly, Tsukishima managed to heave out.

Grabbing your phone and shoving it in front of your face, he unlocked it with ease, navigating his way through the five pages of otome games to find your Spotify. “Jesus Christ, never knew you were this desperate for a man.” The tips of his ears were red, one thought circling his mind.

If she really wanted a boyfriend, would she pick him?

Grabbing his arm, you begged for him to let you continue jamming to All Star. You were shaking him, trying to grab your phone, but nothing worked. “Nooo! Kei! Nooooo lemme listen to the Shrek sex anthem!”

“No.”

Scrolling through your usual playlist, his eyes landed on one particular song. “Hm? What’s this? You listen to Icehouse? Nice taste you got there.” Your grip on his arm loosened up as you looked up at him in shock. “You know them too! Yes! They’re very much adequate.” You stared in awe as the blond smiled from ear to ear, picking a song much to your dismay. “Yesss I love this song with my whole heart. My dinosaurs make way for this.” Hearing the similar synth, you instantly knew what he had picked. “Seriously? You like this song? It’s like cheesy as shit! This is so out of character for you oh my God Kei.” Tsukishima rolled his eyes, completely done with you. “It’s a good song, don’t come at me. Plus, if you think it’s so cheesy, then just delete it.” You frowned. You liked that it was cheesy. You always imagined someone singing it to you, most of the time this imaginary person being Tsukishima. “I like this song too, it’s fine.” The two of you sat in comfortable silence, your earphone jack being the only thing connecting you guys. The park felt weird. You felt weird. This whole situation was weirdly unreal. It was as if the two of you were stuck in a parallel universe, where you and Tsukishima were the only people that existed in that timeline. The silence was thick in the starry night sky, the streetlamps occasionally flickering as the song continued to play. Humming along to the addicting tune, you don’t even realise your body that’s starting to rock, arms swaying from side to side to the rhythm of the chorus.

“We can get together,“

“Get up.”

A hand comes into your sight, willing for you to take it as you feel another tug on your earphones.

“What?”

“You wanna dance, don’t you?”

Never in a million years, would the thought of Tsukishima being able to dance even cross your mind.

“What? It’s raining, I thought you said you didn’t wanna get soaked-”

“Just take my hand and dance with me.”

Hesitating a bit as you looked up at the blond, you raised a brow, grinning playfully as you let your hand fall into his, pulling yourself up and letting him take your other hand. You felt the cold droplets of water fall onto your skin and rolling off, the fabric of your shirt going damp.

“Just take one step forward,” he instructed, motioning for you to follow along with his dance moves. “Then take another step backwards. Everything else will come into place soon enough.” Lacing your fingers with his, the two of you danced in perfect sync, having the time of your lives. “I am learning so, so much about you right now and I’m all for it. Why’d you never tell me you could dance?” Tsukishima’s cheeks went a light pink, looking away bashfully. “It’s embarrassing.” Chuckling, you twirled yourself around, pulling on his arm as you forced his attention back onto you. “It’s not. I think it’s super cool. Do this with a girl and they’ll be head over heels for you in no time.” You mentally facepalmed yourself for saying that. His blush went from a light pink, to a dark red in no time, saturating his cheeks like paint. “Let’s test that theory out.” Mumbling to himself, he continued to guide you, twirling you around and hoisting you up at times.

“Baby we can get together, we can get together.”

The two of you were just jamming along now, not caring about your wet hair and soaked clothes. Tsukishima’s hair was now a damp mess, sticking to his forehead as he whipped his head from side to side, laughing as water droplets flew off his blond strands. Your hair was no better than his, (H/C) strands reflecting the light from the streetlamps as they hit your face with every sway of your head. The earphones were falling off at this point, but it didn’t matter. The two of you already memorised the entire song beforehand. All you wanted was to enjoy the short moment. Grabbing his wet hand again, you randomly started jumping to the beat, letting the blond follow along.

“Later sometime, you can buckle my shoes, you can pick up my sticks, why don't you open that door.”

You gasped in surprise as you felt a large hand spin you around one last time, before dipping you dangerously close to the floor, rainwater rolling off your face. The song came to an end with its final guitar chord, the reverb still ringing in the background. “So, what’d you think?” Tsukishima leaned down, his face dangerously close to yours. Feeling a Cheshire grin form on your face as your tried to raise your head up, you gave his nose a boop with your own, before falling back onto his hand. “That was amazing.” Giving you a cheeky grin, you could feel his breath on your face as he sighed contentedly. His breath smelled like mints, you couldn’t help but wonder how lips would taste too. “You good now, or do you wanna go home? I think the rain just stopped.

Still in that intimate position, you decided to finally ask him.

“Where are the headphones?”

“I didn’t want to get them wet, they’re too important to me. They’re in my bag.”

And that’s when your body decided to act on its own.

Your mind couldn’t even register what you were doing as you pressed a long, soft kiss on Tsukishima’s lips, feeling the heat radiating off of him.

“Now I’m good. Wanna go home?”

“Did you just-”

“Yes.”

Pushing you back up to a comfortable position, he stared at you for another ten seconds, face burning crimson as his mouth opened and shut repeatedly, trying to process what you just did. Finally snapping out of his thoughts, he awkwardly leaned towards you, before pulling himself back. After doing that a few times over, you were properly confused. Grabbing your shoulders, he pressed a firm kiss to your forehead, before grabbing his bag from the bench he was sitting on, pulling his headphones out and hanging them on his neck, handing you the earphones.

“Wanna do this again tomorrow shorty?”

“11pm sharp, don’t be late, and I expect another kiss.”

“Whatever you say cutie.”

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yodawgiherd · 4 years

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Rating: M

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Eren meets up with Ymir and Krista to discuss things that are not supposed to be public. AKA Another dive into the past.

Enjoy!

There was something different about Mikasa today. Looking at her workout at the pole, doing all those humanly impossible moves that seemed so easy when she’s done them, Eren couldn’t crack it. And it pissed him off. He knew his fiancé well, very well in fact, inside and out. This little detail, whatever it was, was distracting him from the work he set out to do this evening, which was opening a Word document and typing down some basic info he could share with Ymir and Krista tomorrow. Finally, they dogged him enough that he caved in and agreed to have that humiliating ordeal of sharing those aspects of his past with those two. Recalling the memories did bring quite a handful of very pleasant ones, and Eren was stuck in a nice trip into the past until Mikasa came into the room and began working herself at the pole. Because that’s when he first noticed something is off about her and this whole cycle of trying to locate the source and failing to do it began. The back tattoo was a bit of novelty still, just a few weeks old, but that wasn’t it. Other than that, she did look her usual perfect self, twirling around the pole in a dance of muscle and strength. So what was bothering him? What was he missing?

Finishing her set, Mikasa jumped down, taking a few deep breaths to stabilize herself and immediately stretching after. At this point, it was a reflex, the years of Levi’s harsh training engraved into her mind. Noticing his stare, she arched an eyebrow in the universal gesture of What’s up.

“There’s something off about you.”, he accused her right away.

“Oh really?”, sweeping some of her sweat-soaked midnight hair from her face, Mikasa had a smug smile, “Can’t believe you noticed.”

It was that gesture that caught Eren’s attention. The flash of red amidst the raven strands that definitely wasn’t there when he woke up next to his fiancé this morning.

“You got a stripe in your hair.”

“That’s right. You like it?”, turning her head a bit to the left, Mikasa brought out the red for a better view, “Kiyomi asked me if I could get it for my next project.”

“Really? What is it?”

“A future-themed collection, cyberpunk or something like that. This thing is going to look so good at it.”

“Because in future people dye their hair?”

She shrugged.

“I guess. Wasn’t my idea, but I’m not against it. Honestly, I think that it looks badass. Plus I can use it to show my dedication to winning the Colosseum tournament in Vegas once that comes. You know, letting the dye in until I win or something like that. I’m sure Levi will help me come up with the exact wording.”

Right, that thing was still happening. Yet Eren could agree with her claim that the red stripe did look quite badass.

“But enough about my hair.”, Mikasa continued, coming closer to where Eren was sitting, eyeing the laptop in front of him, “What are you working on?”

“Just putting down some info for that tomorrow interview with the two horny lesbians.”

“I’ll assume you’re talking about Ymir and Krista right?”

A smirk spread on his lips.

“Who else?”

Mikasa’s eyes flew over the few lines Eren wrote down, quietly reading it for herself. Reaching certain parts, she smiled too with a soft fondness in her face.

“Ah, memories. We used to be awkward about everything.”, she said.

“Maybe it was better this way. Out public promiscuity has gotten us into this mess.”

“Eh, I don’t mind. As long as you are not too explicit about what we did…”

“No, don’t you worry about that.”, Eren was fine with sharing info and stories, but he had no intention of describing the sex itself. Ymir would probably be disappointed, but there was a limit of what he was willing to say to her. After tomorrow, they would still be stuck together at work, and he was quite sure that it would be rather awkward if everything went public. No, definitely not.

“I’ll just use a tasteful fade to black once we get down to business.”, he assured Mikasa, “No hardcore porn stories.”

“All good then.”

Eyeing Eren’s focused face as he re-read what he wrote, Mikasa had other plans for him than sitting and writing down lines for Ymir to laugh at. Those two could have him tomorrow, but tonight he was hers to enjoy. Mikasa’s body was pleasantly tired from the workout but not too exhausted, meaning that she still had some energy left for other…. activities.

“Babe, I need a shower.”, she drawled, getting Eren to look at her, “And I would appreciate company….”

The laptop was closed in about a second and the chair dragged over the surface when he bolted upright. Sweeping the giggling Mikasa up, Eren made his way towards the bathroom, intent on getting her even dirtier before helping her clean up. The work could wait.

The dreaded evening was here. Raising his hand to knock, Eren almost dropped it back down before he recalled all the important looks Ymir threw him at the hospital, saying multiple times that they are expecting him. There was no way to back out now. Bating his breath, Eren gathered his courage and knocked.

The door flew open almost immediately.

“Eren! You’re here! Come in, come in…”, Ymir ushered him inside, closing the door behind Eren with a click of finality. This was happening.

“Have a seat, uuuuh… somewhere.”

Okay, first observation. Ymir and Krista’s flat was small. Not tiny, but smaller than Eren expected. Second, it was a mess. Not very surprising for Ymir, but Krista living like this while her job was literally to organize and hand out files was a shocker. A small one, but it was there.

“So good to see you!”, Krista chirped from her seat, bundled up in a sweater that was several sizes too large and hideous.

Oh right, that was the Christmas gift he gave Ymir, Eren recalled. Apparently, she found a use for it instead of dunking it in a dumpster as he half expected. Good for her. Gently relocating some magazines, Eren freed up enough space to sit while Ymir wormed her way next to Krista.

“Now Eren, we don’t want to rush you…”, Krista began, but Ymir cut her off almost immediately.

“But you have to start like right now! C’mon!”

While the blonde was frowning at her tall girlfriend, Eren ran his hands through his hair, exhaling. There was no point in stalling anymore, Ymir had a point.

“It’s all right, I can go. So, what do you want to hear?”

“Why don’t you start at the beginning?”, Krista suggested, “Tell us how you two even got into it.”

“And don’t leave anything out.”, Ymir chimed in, earning a punch to the shoulder from her girlfriend.

One of many to come. With a nod, Eren brought back the earliest memories and began.

“Well, it all started about three years back…”

This was a great drinking evening. Eren was buzzed slightly, resting on the couch with Mikasa’s body on top of his, one arm around her waist with his thumb stroking over her hipbone. Her own arms were also encircling him, a gesture she often did. Some could describe Mikasa’s behavior as clingy, but Eren did not mind. With all that happened in her life, with how damaged she was as a child it was understandable that she held on to the few people she called friends with all her might.

The movie was pretty fun too, although it was only beginning. Eren picked it, an action-packed film with known star actors titled Mr. and Mrs. Smith. So far the action has been rather scarce, but it was picking up at a steady pace. Right now, Mrs. Smith was doing her thing, reaching her target and….

Tying him up?

“I don’t understand.”, Eren murmured, watching the actress swat the target’s back with a riding crop, “If he is a crime boss or something, why would he let a random woman tie him up?”

“Her cover is a professional dominatrix, dummy”, Mikasa replied from his chest, “And he’s obviously into it. Don’t kinkshame.”

“I’m not! But he’s stupid, this is not going to end well for him.”

Just at that moment, the target’s neck was snapped, and his body flopped down on the ground, giving Eren a victorious smile.

“See? Told you.”

Mikasa was weirdly silent after that, chewing the words and maybe battling slight nausea caused by the alcohol in her system. She was never much of a drinker. Deciding to give her time on whatever she was chewing, Eren pressed a kiss to the top of her head and hugged her a bit closer.

“Babe?”, she began carefully, apparently testing the waters for something bigger, “Do you really find it that weird?”

“What do you mean?”

“The things that happened in that movie. The tying up and stuff.”

“I mean, I’m not stupid, I know that some people are into it, I just…”,

I’ve never tried it before was his original end of the sentence but Eren stopped himself before those words even left his mouth. He never tried It before, but was that a reason to condemn a thing? With Mikasa, it was worth it to be open-minded. Their discovering of each other’s bodies and sex as a whole was enough of a reason to give anything a try, as long as it was with her. She made everything amazing. Why not be a bit more open-minded?

“I’m not weirded out.”, he said, “I’m just inexperienced I guess. Do you find it dumb?”

“Nonono, come here.”, loping a hand around his neck, Mikasa pulled him closer, “I-I don’t think it’s that stupid.”

Despite being forced to inhale the alcohol fumes from her breath, Eren did not really mind. He was buzzed himself, so letting himself be dragged, he stared into her flushed face.

“Whatyamean?”, he cobbled together.

“Don’t say this to anyone, but I did something like that myself.”

Even completely drunk, that still caught Eren’s attention.

“You mean you had someone tie you up?”

“Naaah, not that. But I used... I used to… hurt myself a bit.”

“Wait what?”

“High school was wiiiiiiiiiiild.”, Mikasa’s voice de-evolved into a giggle and she nuzzled Eren’s face, grinning like a maniac.

But despite her easy-going attitude and delivery of said information, the fact that she hurt herself did set off alarms in Eren’s head. He had to make that known.

“Why would you like hurt yourself man, that ain’t cool.”

Nailed it.

“T’was a long time ago and everything sucked, and I was depressed as shit. I didn’t do anything serious though.”

“What did you do then?”

“Burned myself a bit, but it did not make me feel better so I stopped. I also tried slapping myself a bit, but that made me feel funny inside.”

“Like turned on?”

Her eyes flickered down and up, unsure where to look. Despite being drunk, it was awkward to talk about this.

“Maybe, I didn’t rightly know. After those stupid experiments, Sasha came into my life and helped me pull myself up. I also started going harder at myself at the gym so I had no energy to fool around with a lighter.”

“I’m glad that nothing serious happened then.”, pulling up, Eren pressed a kiss to her forehead, “Do you want to talk about it more? I’m here if you need it.”

Mikasa thought about it for a second but then shook her head.

“Nah. Happened a long time ago and I know that it was stupid. Just crazy teen experiments, we all did those.”

“Oh? What else crazy did you do?”

She tapped her smirk with a single black fingernail.

“Let’s see… I did black magic, broke a guy’s hand for touching me… oh, and these.”, turning her head, Mikasa let the light shine on her ear piercings, “It hurt like a bitch when I had them done cause my ears are super sensitive but hey. Worth it.”

She even thought about having her tongue pierced at one point, but never gathered the courage to do it. Maybe one day.

“But anyway, she went on, “would you be willing to.. I dunno… give it a try?”

“Have you burn me?”

She giggled and shook her head.

“No, not that. Not yet.”

Eren’s eyes narrowed.

“Wait a second…”

But Mikasa didn’t allow him to finish.

“I was thinking about the tying up stuff, try some bonding.”

“I think it’s called bondage.”, Eren chimed in.

“Whatever.”, she waved that note aside, “So, you want to give it a shot?”

And when Eren thought about it, he couldn’t come up with any reason why not. After all, Angelina was super hot in that movie, and even imagining Mikasa in that latex outfit gave him an almost immediate swelling between the legs.

“All right, let’s do it.”

Her response was a smile. Small, yet somewhat dangerous.

“Let’s.”

“That was the first time we talked about this at all, that’s how it came up.”, Eren said, finished with his opening speech.

“A movie huh?”, Krista noted, “That’s about as good of a start as any. How did you continue?”

“After some time and a lot of talk, we decided to just kick it and go for it one evening. We bought normal rope in a store, came home, and…”

Went wild.

“So, how do we do this.”, Mikasa asked, sitting on the bed next to him.

Looking down at the rope in his hands, Eren shrugged.

“I haven’t got the slightest clue.”

Buying it was easy, every store had ropes and Eren was sure to pick the softest he could find. Handcuffs would probably be easier but neither of them was in this enough to buy a pair. This was water-testing, neither Eren nor Mikasa was fully sold on the idea. Sure, it sounded good in theory, but practice was another thing altogether.

“I guess one of us has to get tied up, and the other does the tying?”, Eren continued, “At least that’s what they did in those videos.”

While in their research it was usually the girl who got tied up, just thinking about it made Mikasa nervous. She did not like giving up control over her body to anyone. And while Eren had breached several of things she’s never done before, for example having sex with a guy, this was a step Mikasa wasn’t sure she would be okay to take. Her body was her weapon, a sword and shield against the cruel outside world, and having it tied to the bed and helpless did not sound like fun at all. To prevent that from happening, she reached down and took the rope into her own hands.

“I’ll tie you up, okay?”

A bit of relief entered Eren’s features. He really was clueless.

“Okay, I’m fine with that.”

“Good,”, nodding towards the bed, Mikasa issued her first order, “Lie down.”

“You know, where is the girl I used to date?”, Eren asked, “The one whose ears went red when she said I love you out loud.”

“That one? She’s dead. I killed her and buried the body.”, Mikasa said without missing a beat, “Now be a good boy and lie down.”

When Eren obeyed, she made him raise his arms and tied them to the frame with quick and effective movements. That done, she sat back on her heels, watching her prey with new interest.

“How does it feel?”, she wanted to know.

“Weird.”, tugging at the bindings, Eren grimaced.

Mikasa tied him up tightly, there was no way he was wiggling out of it unless she let him.

“Weird but not bad.”, he looked back at her, “What now?”

“Now? Well, now….”, moving down, gracefully and slowly like a predator descending on its helpful prey, Mikasa’s face was right in front of his, filling Eren’s whole field of view, “Now I will play with you.”

The kiss was unexpected and lighting fast, he had no chance to react in time. Another complication arose then. Tied up like this, Eren was completely at her mercy, he couldn’t do anything to control the kiss, couldn’t even run his hands through her hair or down her back, couldn’t push down at her waist to have her mold into his body. This was Mikasa’s show now, and she found herself liking it. Reaching down, she cupped the growing erection in Eren’s pants, grinning into his face after.

“Someone’s a little excited.”

“What do you expect? Kissing you is a fucking drug, Miki.”

“Well, you aren’t getting another dose unless you ask nicely. So?”, she pulled back a bit more, “I’m waiting…”

Eren swallowed, his Adam’s apple bobbing.

“You want me to beg you to kiss me?”

“That’s correct.”

“Uh, fine…”, he took a deep breath, “Please, can you kiss me?”

“Hmmm…. No.”

“What? But…”

She shushed him with a finger.

“You aren’t desperate enough.”, the hand at his crotch pushed down, making Eren hiss, “Yet.”

Moving between his legs, Mikasa took her time with undressing him, slowly pulling clothing away until Eren’s lower half was naked, his obvious excitement out for anyone to see. Tied to the bed with his dick out was a new experience, and it made him blush slightly. Not so much Mikasa, who found the dominatrix role just endearing. Having all of her boyfriend to play with, that was something she enjoyed, and with his hands tied to the bed, he was completely in her control. And Mikasa Ackerman did like having control. Curling her fingers around his length, she gave him a testing pump, loving how red-faced Eren became. This was some good shit.

“But don’t worry,”, a smile, lighting up her beautiful face, “I’ll make you desperate.”

When he stopped, Ymir cried out as if in pain.

“Oh come on, you can’t stop now! You were just getting to the juicy bits!”

“He’s not going to describe his sex life in detail to us.”, Krista growled at her girlfriend, “This is fine.”

“This is not fine!”, Ymir argued, “I wanted…”

Another punch to the shoulder shut her up. How many was it at this point? Honestly speaking, Eren lost count.

“Please, Eren, continue.”, Krista said, eyeing Ymir, “I’ll be sure to keep Ymir in line.”

Allowing himself a satisfied smirk at Ymir’s disappointed face, Eren leaned back in the chair and went on.

“Things were great for a time. We didn’t do these kinky stuff too often, but from time to time things did get heated and it usually ended up with me being tied and Mikasa on top. And it was amazing, of course it was, but her unwillingness to ever switch things up started to gnaw at me. Slowly, gradually I found myself questioning if she would ever trust me enough to switch. And then, one special evening, I got my answer…”

The ring burning a hole into Eren’s pocket, a silent reminder of what he set out to do tonight. It also reminded him of Armin’s words, of the many ways his friend called this plan stupid and out of touch. But Eren was determined, and as usual, when he set his mind on something he did it, no holds barred. So far, everything was peachy, Mikasa didn’t suspect a thing. They grabbed food, saw a movie, everything was fine, and to top it off Mikasa almost attacked him as soon as they were home, tearing away Eren’s jacket with clear intent. Armin’s word danced in his head, how many times his friend told him that this idea was stupid, but that little bug in the back of his mind would not stop biting. He just had to know if Mikasa would trust him enough. He just had to.

Tearing away from her delicious lips, Eren took a deep breath.

“You want to have some fun?”

She was confused for a second, but then it clicked and there was a smile. A sexy one at that.

“Sure, just let me grab the ropes and…”

“Wait.”, catching her hand, Eren pulled her towards himself, confusion returning to her eyes.

And then he asked.

“Would be it okay if I took the lead tonight?”

And the gears began to turn. Her eyes turned from sultry to unsure, her mouth dropped open and closed before settling on biting her bottom lip. There was some fear in her posture now, worry, the classic reactions of her body when anyone threatened the ultimate control she always had over the situation. But this time, Eren didn’t comfort her. This time he waited because no matter how you look at it, Mikasa was an adult and she could make her own decisions. He couldn’t doubt that he was nervous himself though, would she be into this? And most importantly, would she trust him enough?

Just as the silence dragged on too long, just as Eren was about to tell her to forget about it, that it does not matter, Mikasa nodded. A quick sharp movement of her head, leaving nothing in question.

“Ok. Let’s do this.”

It felt like a dream. Grabbing his hand, Mikasa led him to the bedroom, quickly stripping from her clothes. Eren just stared, half not believing what was happening. But then, she turned towards him, fully nude, and raised an eyebrow.

“Where do you want me?”

“Uhmm…”

“You are the top now Eren, so tell me. Where do you want me?”, she repeated.

There was no need to push her boundaries. For now, the most basic things would be enough. Nodding towards the bed, they climbed into it and on Eren’s request, Mikasa presented him her wrists. Meeting her eyes again and getting another affirmative nod, Eren retrieved the rope and coiled it around her hands, firmly enough that she wouldn’t wiggle out of it. After that, he directed her to lie down and stretched over her body, tying the end of the rope to the headboard. There, now she was suspended in the most basic way, the classic thing that most couples start on.

Eren still couldn’t believe it. He had Mikasa Ackerman, The Mikasa Ackerman, naked on the bed with her hands tied to the frame. He personally had coiled the rope around the wrists of the incredible athlete, bound that cool and distant goth girl, had her at his mercy. If she weren’t watching him with her half-lidded eyes, he would slap himself to wake up from this fever dream. But if the nervousness and the silk touch of her skin he felt beneath his hands was of any indication, this was real life.

“Are you just going to stare?”, Mikasa’s controlled voice tore Eren out of his trance, “Or are you going to do something?”

“A-And what should I do? I mean…”, running his hands through his hair, Eren let out a frustrated noise, “What do you want me to do? To you. What do you want me to do to you?”

“Eren, the top is supposed to be in control of the situation, that’s our burden.”

To be quite honest, he never thought about that. Sure, there were a few moments when he let his mind wander, but now that it was seriously happening Eren had problems coming up with any sexy activities.

“Are you sure that you’re okay with this?”, he asked for like the hundredth time, still a bit concerned about Mikasa being comfortable tied up. She never, never ever, gave control over her body to anyone. Ever. This was the first time and he wanted to make sure that she doesn’t feel pressured into this.

“Babe, I told you, I’m fine.”, as her hands were tied, Mikasa used her foot instead to soothingly rub it over his thigh, “I want this.”

But seeing that Eren was still uncertain, she offered him some guidance. She was the more experienced domme out of the two.

“Why don’t you just remember what I do to you when I tie you up and do the same things to me. Maybe give it a little personal twist?”

“Erm, there’s this thing you do quite often, but…”, Eren’s eyes flickered down between her legs, “I’m not sure if I can suck your dick.”

Mikasa masked her giggle with a shake of her head.

“You’re such a dork.”

The laughter gave him a little break, a second to truly absorb what was happening right now. Mikasa allowed him to do this to her, she wanted Eren to tie her up, she put herself in his hands. And while it may seem insignificant from the outside, he knew that it was nothing but. With the tragic loss of her parents as a child and subsequently being raised by a brother for who showing affection was about as hard as reaching the top shelves, Mikasa built up a cold wall of ice around her body and emotions, not willing to lower it for anyone. Life kept punching her in the face and she stopped believing that the hand could caress too. Mikasa found her ways to cope in her training, had her very, very tight circle of friends, but all of that meant nothing when compared to Eren. Their relationship was new and unexpected, it woke up parts of her she long thought dead, and this was the culmination of their long intimate road of trust. Mikasa trusted Eren like no one else and giving up control for him was a huge step, a massive step even. She did this for him and herself both and Eren would be damned if he let her down now, when she was most vulnerable. Exposed, not only in flesh but in soul too, all of Mikasa Ackerman was right now laying in front of him, stretched over the bed in firm, enticing curves.

“You’re mine.”

Eren didn’t know where those words came from, but the second they left his mouth he knew what to do. He had to make this night unforgettable. Slowly, he slid his hands over her thighs, coming to rest on her waist.

“Mine.”, he repeated, leaning closer to follow the same path with his mouth.

“Mine,”, he said as he kissed her bellybutton, stomach, and those mouth-watering abs.

“Mine.”, as he ran his lips over her small perky breasts, teasing her nipples until they were fully erect for him.

“Mine.”, he whispered into her ear, biting the goth’s pierced sensitive flesh.

She moaned out loud at that, her body needily arching into his. Moving to her lips, Eren claimed her, exploring her mouth with his tongue, dominant and in charge, finally fully embracing his role. Mikasa wanted this so much, she would be the last one to deny him. Submissively opening her mouth for him, she groaned into the kiss when Eren’s fingers skirted that area between her legs, positively wet from him leisurely claiming of her whole body. She was feeling good about this, very good even, much better than she expected. There was a small part of her that expected herself to scream the safeword as soon as Eren put the rope around her wrists, but that need wasn’t there. She just trusted him, there was no way he would hurt her. To her own surprise, Mikasa trusted him so much that there was another taste she would like to acquire.

“E-Eren?”, she whispered when his lips left hers in favor of kissing her neck.

He immediately pulled back, most likely expecting her to ask him to release her. Yet he was completely wrong.

“I want you to blindfold me.”, Mikasa requested, all polite despite the situation, “Please.”

“Are you sure?”, he asked, slowly, making sure that she understands.

She did. Every word.

“Yes, I’m sure.”

Following her wish, Eren fished out the silky strip of cloth from their nightstand, holding it in his hands.

“Do you remember the safeword?”

She nodded.

“Scarf.”

“Very good.”

Gently, he wrapped the blindfold around her head, robbing Mikasa of her vision. After making sure that it sits both correctly and comfortably, she nodded at him.

“Let’s continue.”

Oh, but such a mouth had nothing to do on a submissive. Moving back to her ears, Eren replied in a husky whisper.

“I believe that sentence is missing something.”

Eren could see Mikasa’s throat move as she swallowed.

“C-Can we please continue, sir?”

“Good girl.”

Ka-chow, tasteful fade into black. Mikasa would be proud. On the other hand, Ymir looked like she was about to bite off Eren’s head. And the story wasn’t done yet. Speeding up the memory in his head, Eren skipped all those juicy parts as Ymir called them, resuming the scene once things have relatively calmed down.

It happened. Mikasa trusted him with this, trusted him enough to give control over her body to him, if only for a time. It broke that last insecurity he held inside, silenced that stupid voice that gnawed in the back of his head and made him sure of what he was about to do next.

Armin was right about the timing being completely stupid though. Eren and Mikasa were tangled on the bed, the scent of sex and sweat hanging in the air, just resting before they hit the shower. Arm around her body, he listened to her breathing, silently arguing with himself if he should do this. Mikasa deserved better. She deserved flowers, a surprise music band, dinner with all her friends and family invited for this. She deserved the greatest event in human history, yet instead, he was about to drop it on her out of nowhere, here in their bed. Mikasa was half asleep on him, eyes closed, the red marks on her body reminder of what happened just moments ago. Rope marks on her wrists, bite marks on her neck and shoulders, imprinted fingertips on her hips where Eren held her.

It was a gut feeling. It was a shot in the dark. It was unprecedented and untested. It was an action that Armin, the smartest guy he knew, called stupid and impulsive. But as stated before, Eren felt good about this.

“Babe? You know I love you right?”

Mikasa hummed in acknowledgment, which was good enough in this situation. Understandably, she was quite tired. Taking a deep breath, Eren took the dive.

“So I was wondering…. Would you marry me?”

#eremika #snk #aot #fanfic #:) <3

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elisaphoenix13 · 4 years

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Against All Odds (Ch. 8)

Going to school with Quill was very different. There were very few students around for the times that the older teen took him home, but taking him to school? There were a lot more people to see Scott get out of Quill's car, and boy did they see. Students stared as Scott made his way to the front door of the school, and twice he thought about fleeing back to the car to hide. His third time thinking about it actually had him freezing in place in the middle of the parking lot, and he only started moving again when one of Quill's hands gently cupped the back of his neck. Having the senior that close helped him ignore the many intense stares he was receiving, and it also prevented him from running and hiding from all the attention. Scott felt a little better when they got inside and parted ways to go to their personal lockers, but it was relief short lived.

The same dread that filled him yesterday was back, and he didn't even have to look to know that Rachel was on her way over. He tried to get all of his things that he would need for the first few classes before the cheerleader made it to him, but Rachel was faster. She was also angry enough to slam his locker closed while one of his hands was still in it, and when he tried to pull it back out of the way, the door slammed on his fingers. Scott swallows back a pained whimper when his fingers throb in pain, and he holds them close to his body just as Rachel shoves him.

"Why are you coming to school with Peter?! I thought I made it clear that nobody wants you! Stay where you belong! In the background like all of the other losers! Or do the losers not want you around either?" She shoves his shoulder again. "Stay away from--"

Rachel gasps when an arm shoots out in between her and Scott, and it slams loudly against the lockers, echoing throughout the hallway and making everyone in it grow silent. Scott winces when his hand throbs painfully again and jumps when someone grabs it as gently as possible, and finds Stephen when he looks away from Quill. Scott immediately calms as the older boy carefully prods at his bruising and swelling fingers while muttering under his breath to himself, and then Scott looks back up toward Quill when he can feel the rage coming off the senior.

"Are you still bothering him?" Quill seethes.

"I was--" Rachel starts.

"Being a bitch to someone who did absolutely nothing to you? You're just pissed because I would rather date him than you!"

"Date? Him?!"

Scott was in between deciding to blush from Quill's admission and curling in on himself when the cheerleader referred to him in disgust. Both were discarded though when Stephen poked at a particularly sore spot and he hissed from the pain instead.

"He has a name. You should know it since you stuck your nose into his business." Quill growls out."

"If you're dating him...then prove it."

Nonono...please no.

"I don't have to prove anything to an attention seeking whore like you. Unlike you, I respect his boundaries, and proving anything would be ignoring them. I never want to see you bothering him again." Quill drops his arm. "Now, excuse me while I give my attention to someone who deserves and needs it."

Stephen leads Scott away as Quill follows them to the nurse's office, and Scott grimaces when the school nurse pokes and prods at his fingers some more. She definitely wasn't as gentle about it as Stephen was, but she did come to the same conclusion that the junior did when he was muttering to himself. There weren't any broken bones or sprains so Scott just needed to ice them. She gave him an ice pack to take to class with him and told him to come back whenever he needed a new one, and sent the boys on their way.

Scott was just glad it wasn't the hand he wrote with.

"I'll walk him to class since it's on the way to mine." Stephen says and Quill nods.

"I'll see you two at lunch then."

"I can walk." Scott mutters.

"Humor us." The senior says as he places his hand on the side of Scott's neck and brushes his thumb against his jaw. "I'm sorry she did that to you."

Scott blushes once Quill walks away to his class, and then attempts to ignore the smirk that was undoubtedly on Stephen's face. Thankfully he didn't say anything as they walked to their classes, but Scott knew he would be hearing from him sometime today.

It wasn't at lunch since Quill was starting to sit with them now, but it was during their after school hour. Scott was in the middle of pulling things out of his bag one at a time since his other hand was still hurting (all ice packs had been returned to the nurses office) when Stephen looked up at him with a knowing smile. Scott visibly ignored him, and Stephen had the courtesy to wait until all of his needed textbooks and supplies were on the table because the younger was obviously getting frustrated with his lace and the current uselessness of his bruised hand.

"How was the date last night?" Stephen asks.

Scott narrows his eyes at his friend. "Why do I get the feeling that you knew about it before I did?"

"I've known for a few days." Stephen admits. "Since you got sick, actually."

"You mean when you guys were talking about why my parents aren't home and all that."

Stephen raises an eyebrow. "I knew you still had to be awake."

"Is he…?" Scott starts before hesitating

"Is he what?"

"Was it a pity date?" The younger whispers as he stares at his biology book.

"No. He wouldn't have announced to the whole school that the two of you are dating if it was."

That bounced around in Scott's head as they did their pre-vacation homework, but it didn't really click until about thirty minutes later. He and Quill were dating? It wasn't just a one time thing? It was still happening?

Scott drops his pencil and Stephen looks up at the source of the dull thud. "What's wrong?" He asks curiously when he notices the stunned expression on Scott's face.

"D-Dating?" Scott squeaks out. "Like...still?"

"...even you can't be that socially inept." Stephen answers and holds back a laugh when Scott gives him a bewildered look. "You really don't know."

"Know what?" Quill asks as he joins them at their table and makes Scott jump in surprise.

Stephen smirks. "He's just now realizing that you two are dating."

"Uhh...I thought that was pretty clear when we went on that date last night." Quill confirms with some confusion.

Scott sputters. "I thought that was just one date! Now Stephen is telling me that we're dating and you're agreeing and...and...someone please explain and make things clear so there aren't anymore surprises!"

Stephen holds up a finger with a wicked grin when Quill opens his mouth and the senior shuts it again. "Quill asked you out on a date. You went on that date last night. What you apparently don't realize is that in high school, when someone asks you on a date, you accept, and it goes well, hanging out turns into dating. Which means Quill is no longer your friend." Scott frowns in confusion and Stephen leans back in his chair, his grin never faltering. "He's your boyfriend."

Scott swore someone punched him in the chest and stole his breath because his chest suddenly got heavy and he couldn't breathe. He could barely stare off into the distance while he tried to come to terms with what Stephen just told him. It was clearly true when Quill wasn't denying any part of it, and it also made the two encounters with Rachel make a lot of sense. Scott unknowingly stole her potential boyfriend away and she was jealous.

Not to mention Scott was the last to find out about the boyfriend thing. That was kind of sad.

"You're even cute when you're having an internal freak out." Quill says and Scott squeaks.

"Down boy." Stephen drawls. "Shouldn't you be at practice?"

"Nah. Season's over. I was just cleaning out my locker." Quill waves his hand.

"In that case, why don't we just head to Scott's?" Stephen suggests and the oldest of the group nods. "You might need to carry Scott though."

"No no no! I can walk!" Scott says as he grabs his book and whimpers when he forgets about his injured hand, dropping the textbook when his fingers throb. "Ow."

Scott holds his hand close to his chest again, and thanks Quill with a whisper when the older teen gathers up his things and puts them into Scott's backpack. Stephen packs up his own things and tells them he'll meet them at the car, and they part ways when they leave the library. Quill and Scott walk to the younger's locker so he can put away what he managed to finish in the thirty minutes they were in the library, and then Quill zips up his backpack when Scott closes his locker.

Scott was still coming to terms with the knowledge that Quill was actually more than just his friend now, but he probably should have realized it the night before when Quill offered to share body warmth. He was a nice guy, but Scott was almost positive that he didn't cuddle with just anyone. That had been the best night's sleep Scott ever had in his life too. How they both fit on the couch was beyond him, but it felt nice to wake up with his nose buried in Quill's collarbone, their legs tangled together, and the older teen's arm wrapped around his shoulders--

Yeah...he probably should have put that together.

"Hey." Quill says softly to get the younger's attention and Scott looks up at him while they leave the building. "You just need to say the word and I'll back off."

"No! I mean...no. It's okay. I'm okay. I just didn't realize how out of the loop I was." Scott admits to himself and Quill.

"Okay. The same thing applies if I'm doing anything that makes you uncomfortable too."

He knew. Quill made that obvious when he refused to prove to Rachel that they were dating. He said it would be disrespectful to Scott's boundaries and…

Wait.

Did Rachel ask Quill to kiss Scott in front of her and the entire school? Two thoughts raced through his mind at the realization. First, he was glad that Quill didn't give Rachel what she wanted...and second? Scott wondered if Quill didn't want to kiss him in the first place. Was he unkissable? But then why would Quill bother dating him? Even he knew that there was more physical touching in a relationship. Cuddling, holding hands, kissing, sometimes even sex…

Scott wheezes at the last example. Admittedly, he had read into it when he had to educate himself about how babies were made and all of that, and he wondered about it afterwards to educate himself on that as well. At the time he just shrugged it off and moved on to a different subject, but now that he suddenly had a boyfriend who was pretty touchy, the memory came back. Scott studies Quill's back when the older boy walks in front of him, and he almost starts wheezing again. Quill was a big guy. Scott could only imagine…

No. No. Don't imagine that. Don't think about how big it is and how you might possibly die.

That wasn't really an 'if' scenario. If their relationship ever got that far, Scott was most definitely going to die. Why was he even thinking about this? For all he knew, Quill wouldn't want to even go that far and Scott was being lewd for no reason.

So he directed his attention to something he had been wondering for a while now.

"Quill?" Scott asks as he reaches out to grab the back of the senior's sweater to stop him.

"What's up?" Quill turns to look down at him and Scott internally scowls at their height difference while simultaneously drooling over it.

"I...um...how come you smell like cinnamon?"

"Do I?" He lifts the front of his sweater to smell it. "I don't smell it."

"Probably because you're used to it?"

"Well, I like eating cinnamon candy. Maybe that's it?" Scott nods in agreement. "If that's the case, you probably brush your teeth and have a glass of orange juice for breakfast."

"Huh?" Scott wonders stupidly.

"You always smell like mint and oranges." Quill elaborates.

"Not juice?"

The older boy actually laughs. "Surprisingly, no. You might taste like it though." Quill waggles his eyebrows at Scott and the younger blushes just as they make it the car.

Stephen wasn't at the car, so they threw their bags on one side of the backseat and Scott reaches out to open the passenger door until Quill stops him. The sophomore gasps in surprise when Quill turns him around and pins him to the door, and swallows when he gently lifts his injured hand. Scott shudders when the older teen gently presses a kiss to bruised fingers, and then to his palm as he looks directly into Scott's eyes, and another weird light flashes through green eyes.

Okay. I saw it again. I can't be going crazy.

"Quill." Scott breathes out and swallows down a whimper when his hum of acknowledgment sounds...strange. A good strange. "Y-Your…"

"My…?" Quill asks as he moves from Scott's hand to his neck and the younger heaves out a nervous breath.

He was enjoying it too much to stop it.

"Do I need to come back?"

Scott's eyes widen at Stephen's interruption and Quill moves away from him with a grumble.

"Nope. Moment's over. You ruined it. Thanks."

"No problem." Stephen answers with a smirk before climbing into the back seat.

Just my luck.

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eepwritesstuff · 5 years

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In His Arms || BMC

TTW: Major character death. If this may trigger you, please do not read this! (if it won’t, I promise it ends okay.)

Jeremy POV:

I feel my eyes snap open and my breathing get fast. A scream forces its way from my throat, without me even knowing why. What... happened last night? All I remember is...

Fire. Rich. He... he set a fire. My own screams, desperate, trying to escape the blaze. And I had... Failed?

No. That doesn’t make sense. Surely, I’m alive, and I got out. But... That’s not what I remember. I remember being burned alive, my skin burning, the smell of burning and melting skin wafting to my nose until the pain became too much and I passed out.

Had I stayed there? If so, there’s no way I was still alive. So... The question stood. Where was I?

I sit up and see... Michael’s room? And there’s Michael, laying on his bed. He’s wearing his shirt from last night, but he has tear stains on his face. I feel really guilty. I hadn’t meant to call him a loser. I was just stressed, and scared, and I lashed out.

I walk over to him and try to wake him up. “Hey... Michael...” I whisper, shaking him. But my arm went through him. Oh. Oh no. OH GOD, WHAT WILL I DO?

I CAN’T BE A G H O S T. I CAN’T BE DEAD.

As I panic, Michael slowly wakes up, groaning miserably. I wave my hand in front of his face. “Michael, please, you have to hear me, you have to be able to see me, please, I’m so sorry, just see me, please see me-” I beg, but he doesn’t hear. Instead, he slowly gets up and turns on his phone. I sit next to him, hyperventilating.

As he turns it on, he’s bombarded with notifications. All about last night, the fire. He immediately looks it up on google, seeing the articles and posts. He lands on a news article and reads through it. There’s a list of the people claimed by the fire. He scrolls through, seeing name after name. Richard Goranski. Jake Dillinger. Dustin Kropp. Madeline Cornfeldt. He stops when he sees a certain name, gasping and whispering, “No...” And, there it is. Jeremiah Heere.

He starts shaking, pulling his knees up to his chest as tears well up in his eyes. “No, no, nonono... This can’t be right, please let this be a joke, Jeremy can’t be” his voice cracked. “Don’t let him be- he’s gotta be okay. He’s always been okay. He’s always been there. Don’t let him be gone, foreve-” His sobs cut him off as he breaks. As he’s breaking, I am too. I’m dead. I never got to tell him. I never got to apologize. The last thing I said to him before- I called him a loser. All he has now is that memory, over and over, and I can’t do anything.

He sobs for hours, inconsolable, and I’m right beside him. I’m sobbing, and so is he, and there’s nothing either of us can do to help each other.

Eventually, our tears stop. He pulls out his computer and begins typing frantically. I look over his shoulder. He’s looking up something on Google, and he’s muttering stuff under his breath. Stuff like, “C’mon, c’mon...” and “It’s gotta work...” I look at what he’s looking at. It’s a website... About SQUIPs? I thought there’s no information about them online? Well, apparently there is, because Michael’s looking at it. Specifically, the protection measures that SQUIPs use to protect the host body. Apparently, they stop at nothing, even self destruction, to keep the host body in tact. It explains all the cases in which the host, and the SQUIP, were found dead, but the body itself was perfectly intact. Protecting the body like this uses all of the SQUIP’s capacity and ultimately kills it, but the body stays perfectly in tact. I’m confused as to what Michael is planning on doing with this information. Of course, I can’t actually ask him, so I just sit here and wait as he researches for hours on end, not even eating.

Now, it’s around 3 pm, and his stomach growls. he ignores it and keeps working. “JUST EAT, ALREADY. YOU DON’T WANT TO DIE, TOO!” I scream, in frustration.

He sits straight up, eyes wide as he frantically looks around the room. “J-Jer?” He whispers, hope in his voice. I try to respond. “Michael, yes, I’m here! How did you hear me?” His expression drops as he shakes his head. “I’m losing it, he isn’t actually here. I mean, c’mon, Mell. This isn’t Apocalypse of the Damned, there’s no spectator portion after you die. He’s gone. But he doesn’t have to be. Just get back to work.” I narrow my eyes at him, even though he can’t see me. He can’t die, he doesn’t deserve to. At this rate, he will within a few days, out of exhaustion and lack of food. I try again, focusing everything I have on saving Michael. “Michael. I’m not joking, go eat now. Please, you can’t die too...” His head shoots up again, and his hands shake. “Jer... You’re here? How? Are you okay?” I try doing what I did last time, but it’s difficult. “I’m here. Don’t know how. I’m sorry.” Michael’s lip wobbles and a tear rolls down his cheek. He hastily wipes it away, letting out a watery laugh. “Heh, sorry... I just- I thought you were lost, for good.” I can’t help it as a tear runs down my own cheek. I force out more words, already exhausted by the effort it takes. “Missed you. It’s, uh... Really hard to talk, though.” My voice wobbles, and we both know why, but he kindly doesn’t mention it. He nods. “Understandable. Guess I have to go get food now, huh?” I nod in response, even though he can’t see. He sighs and stands, groaning and stretching. He then walks towards the door, and I follow, feeling satisfied.

After he eats a good meal, we both go back upstairs to his room. He gets back on his computer, now looking into people at our school who might practice... necromancy? Oh, Michael... Wait. That could actually work. My body is still in tact, and if somehow, dark magic works, I can... I can live again! I mean, weirder thing have happened. Y’know. Supercomputer, and all. I feel hopeful, for the first time since I woke up like this. Maybe I won’t be stuck like this forever. I don’t just feel hopeful. I feel ecstatic. I don’t even notice, but I start glowing. I don’t notice, until Michael is suddenly looking at me. “Jer? Is... Is that really you?” He murmurs, swallowing hard. Tears brim his eyes as he stares directly at me. “Wait. You can see me? Holy shit. Hi.” I say, feeling stupid, but also I’d missed him. He smiles widely, his tears rolling down his cheeks. “Yeah!” He sniffles. “Hi. I miss you, like... A lot.” He uses his fist to roughly wipe away his tears. ”Yeah... Sorry, Micha. I should have- I shouldn’t have taken the SQUIP, I should have talked to you, I should’ve gotten out-” Michael cuts me off. “No, Jer, don’t blame yourself. Don’t you DARE blame yourself.” He shakes his head frantically. “It’s not your fault, okay? I can’t hear you blaming yourself. We’re gonna fix this, okay?” I nod, feeling a lump in my throat. “Yeah. Sorry. Thank you, for everything. You’re... Really amazing, Michael.” A tear rolls down my face. “What was I supposed to do, just leave you d-” he whispers, as if it’s taboo. “dead?” He gives a weak smile. “Besides, it’s a two player game, right?” I bite my lip. “I ruined that, though, Michael. I left you behind.” He shakes his head. “No, you didn’t. I get it, really. I just want to get you back. I want to hug you, and look at you without seeing through you.” I nod. “Yeah, a hug sounds... really, really good right now.” I feel a pain in my chest, but I sit next to him as he grabs his computer and keeps researching.

Eventually, my glow dims until I’m barely visible, but I’m still here. Michael works hard researching, with the occasional witty comment, which always earn a laugh from me. He smiles every time, like he’d never get tired of my laugh.

After hours, he smiles widely. “EUREKA!” I jump. “Wait- REALLY?” my glow starts up again, brighter than before. He nods. “Yeah! Jer, we can bring you back!” I smile, hope running through my veins again. “Oh, Michael, I- how will I ever repay you?” He shakes his head, still smiling. “No, Jer, don’t repay me, really. Just having you okay again will be enough for me.” I smile, feeling tears prick my eyes. “God, Micha. I’m gonna give you the biggest hug, as soon as I can.” Michael smiles. “By my best guess, that would be tomorrow!” I grin. “I can’t wait.” I feel myself getting choked up and I sniffle. Michael’s gaze softens as he looks at me. “Hey. It’ll be okay, Jer. This whole nightmare- it’ll be over soon.” I nod, trying not to cry for what must be the hundredth time these past few days. “Y-yeah. Thanks. God, Micha. It’ll be over. I-I can’t believe it. I- Thank you.” He gives me a sideways smile. “Anything for you, Jer.” I meet his smile with one of my own, trying to suppress the feeling in my chest. Not now.

The next day, we go to the site where the fire had been. We’re both quiet as wee see the place where so many of our peers, including myself, lost our lives. Michael clears his throat. “Uh, do you know where you would... where you, uh... were?” He says awkwardly. I know what he means, so I nod. “Uh... Yeah. Follow me.” I walk through the rubble, retracing my steps. That night... I had come in, talked with Brooke, blown up at Michael... I had gone to try to find a quiet place to break down; I felt bad because of how I’d treated Michael, but I didn’t want to see him cry. I figured that I’d have forever to tell him, to apologize.

I find the room I had been in when the fire started. I push down the tears that are threatening to come to my eyes. It’ll be okay, Michael is gonna fix it. I remind myself. Michael starts digging through the rubble, trying to find my body. He tries to hide it, but I hear his breathing get rough and he starts to cry as a brown curl appears in the rubble. He digs more off of my body, sobbing at this point, and it takes all of my resolve not to vomit at seeing myself. My own dead body. I rush forward and put my arms around Michael. Even if he can’t feel me, I just want him to know I’m here for him. He swallows heavily and hugs my- dirty, but otherwise perfectly fine- body. He sits there for several minutes, just crying and hugging my body. Sometimes he whimpers, but he mostly just cries and holds my body close.

Eventually, he picks up my body and brings it to the car. He lays it down in the back seats and I sit in the passenger’s seat. He climbs into the driver’s seat and takes a deep breath.

“Look, Jer, I know that, like, you’re here and all... But that was honestly the worst thing I’ve ever had to do, and I hope to God I never have to do anything similar ever again. Just... Seeing your body, but you’re not in it, and I know you’re not. It hurt, a lot. Like, worse than anything you could’ve done while you were alive.” He speaks, staring out the windshield. I nod, trying to level out my voice before I speak. “Y-yeah. I’m sorry, Micha. I know you don’t want me to apologize, but I really am so sorry. You’ve been put through so so much, and I hate that you have to deal with any of this, when I can’t offer much comfort. I can’t give you a hug, I can’t put my hand on your shoulder, I can’t hold your h- I can’t, uh, grab you a slushie...” I trail off, flustered from my weak attempt at covering my blunder. Michael gave a weak smile. “Hey, it’ll all be okay. In just an hour, you will be able to do all of that stuff. I’ll hold ya to it.” We give each other small smiles, kindly ignoring the other’s tear stained face.

An hour later, we were back at Michael’s house, and my body was lain on his bed. Michael washed its- my?- face with a wash cloth, wiping away the soot and dirt. He also put it in new clothes, considering mine from that night were dirty and partially burned away. He still had some of my things from when I’d slept over and left things, so he put my body in one of my old Star Wars shirts, a pair of jeans, and a blue cardigan. After all of this was done, he gulps, looking towards me. “You ready to be alive again, Jer?” He asks. I nod frantically. “Yeah, pretty ready, Micha.” He gives a small chuckle and begins on the spell. He says some words I don’t understand, and my ghost-self starts to dim. I feel myself being pulled into my body. He says some more, and I turn invisible again. He speaks some more, and I’m in my body. Wait. I”M IN MY BODY! HELL YEAH!

I snap open my eyes and sit up, not prepared for the overwhelming rush of vertigo that it causes. “MICHAE- ow...” I hold my head. Michael rushes forward. “JEREMY! Oh my god, dude! Wait, are you okay?” I nod, blinking hard. “Yeah, just a little... disoriented.” I open my eyes and look him in the eye. My eyes start filling with tears. “God, Michael, I-” I fling myself at him, holding him close. He quickly hugs back, sniffling. “You’re okay.. Oh, thank god, you’re okay, you’re here now, this is you again.” I smile, feeling tears roll down my face. “Yeah, it’s me. Th-thank you. I love you so much, you know?” He stills before nodding. “I love you, too. When I thought you were gone, I just- I didn’t know what to do. But you’re okay now, and I can hold you again and it’ll be you...” I nod, just feeling his embrace and welcoming it. We’d have time to iron out what we were and everything else, but for now I wanted to just feel safe, and warm, and loved, and happy. Here, in Michael’s arms.

#boyf riends #jeremy heere #michael mell #be more chill #bmc #fanfic #bmc fanfiction

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sneakyseventeen · 6 years

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DANCE PRACTICE ❧ MINGHAO

Member: Minghao

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 1.3k+

Another day, another stupid car ride. You loved the fact that you had just got your liscence, you could go anywhere; to the park, mall, movies….. but that also meant you had to drive your younger sister to dance. Every. Single. Day after school.

It was annoying to say the least, you loved her, but you hated that her studio was more than 60 minutes away.

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The first week was miserable, but you eventually got used to it. At least your mom was paying for the gas money. The second week, (thanks to Google Maps) you had found a nice coffee house close enough where you could walk and get most of your school work done. Although it was very small, it had a nice, cozy feel to it. Not to mention the workers were very kind, One by the name of ‘Jun’, who had shamelessly try to flirt with you many a times, being a little too kind. You could remember nearly every detail about the coffee house, but the thing you had trouble remebering was your sister’s dance studio number, causing more than enough awkward encounters with people.

On Thursday, you took a way wrong turn, and went room #8 instead of #18. You froze as you realized you had walked into the wrong room, a boy who looked a little older than you wearing black pants and a tank top with a black hat and grey mask on. As the song he was dancing to came to an end, he did an incredible flip sort of thing almost knocking you in the face, as he still hadn’t noticed your presence. When the music stopped, he was breathing heavily, sweat dripping down his forehead. He took off his had and mask and placed them down. You were staring at him, probably with your mouth wide open, in shock at how good he was at dancing. You’d seen good dancers in your life going to a high school based around The Arts and all, but never this good. You turned to leave to avoid the apology but something beat you to it. A hand overlapped yours on the handle as the boy looked at you. He blushed a fair ammount and simply said, “Hi.”

“I-I’m sorry I walked I was trying to find room eighte-”

“Well I’m glad you didn’t.” Was he fLIRTING OH GOD.

“So, how was it?” He asked with curiousity in his voice.

“The dance? I think its great.”

“Thanks. I still have a lot to work on. Not much time though, I’ve been here for at least 5 hours.”

“In the last week?”

“No, today.”

“What?! Why? How close is this event your preparing for?”

“I’m hoping to win this dance competition coming up… I’m not sure though. Come here.” When you finally looked over to him, he was sitting up against the wall, one leg out with the other bent, as he patted the place next to him. You sat down awkwardly, not too close to him, with your hands in your lap. “Why are you dressed like that?” The words came out of his mouth so abruptly you imminently felt self conscious. A look of distress came over your face ad you looked for a stain, a hole, a rip, anything. “I-”

“Oh nonono not like that!!” The boy looked worried, just as you had. “I meant….. you don’t look ready to dance.”

“Oh,,, no, it’s ok. I’m just here cause my younger sister takes ballet classes.” The time on your wrist read 6:07. “I’m suppose to get her at 6:15.”

“Ah I see. Her class starts at 4 correct?”

“Yeah.”

“So you……… drive her? And your here every day? How come I never see you?”

“I normally just stay in her room, or walk around from store to store over here.”

“Awww that sounds boring. You can always come in here.”

“You sure?”

“Yeah! You seem really nice, and I need someone to help me with my dancing.”

“Ok, sounds cool.”

“Alright,,, uh,,, what’s your name?”

“Its Y/N.”

“Cute. I’m Minghao.”

“Ok well, Minghao, I have to get going, but, it was nice meeting you.”

“You too, I hope to see you tommorrow.”

“I’ll be there.” You started leaving when Minghao screamed, “Oh wait, Y/N!”

“Hmh?”

“I forgot to tell you….. your also, like,,,, really, pretty. I’ll see you tommorrow.”

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The time leading up until 4PM on a school day was agony. Seeing Minghao was the highlight of your day. It was adoring how he gave it his all, and tried so hard every time you came to sit and watch. He was so hardworking, and dedicated to dance, you sometimes worried about him and his health. You brought him water and food as often as you could, scolding him to give his body a break, but he wouldn’t do it.

One day he broke; you walked in the rather quiet studio, it normally blasting with music, and found him curled in the corner, sobbing his heart out. The sight broke yours. You had never seen this side of him. He was normally so energetic and awake, wanting to have fun and be happy.

Who was this?

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Aftef being too afraid to confront Minghao, you came back the next day with a whole essay of apologies. Today was the day he had been planning for, and boy was he excited. You helped him get ready, the scent of the back room giving you nostalgia.

“Minghao I’m so proud of you.”

“I’m proud of you.”

“What?”

“Thank you for comming in every day to watch me. It feels nicer when someone is there.”

“No problem. I’ve loved every second of it, and about that,,,, I was late the other day, and,,, I say you were crying.”

“Oh…. that. I guess…. the stress got to me. It’s hard juggling that and school sometimes. I just broke. But I’m fine now.”

“All of Its gone away. Its nothing because of you. Thank you.” He gave you a warm hug before leaving to preform, and you hurried to the audience.

Wow, was the only word you were left with after the preformance. It was amazing how Minghao could make all this coregoraphy and do it effortlessly. Even after watching him for days, he still impressed you everytime. The moment you had been anticipating, the winner. There were good dancer up on stage tonight, but all the judges agreed his was the best. He was exstatic. When it ended, you ran outside the venue where Minghao said to meet up after, the both of you running towards each other. He took you in a big hug and you felt your shirt become damp, his head in your sholder. After what felt like hours, Minghao finally pulled away, his face blushed and teary. It was your turn to pull him into a hug, you holding onto his head like he was made of glass.

“You won.”

“I know… I-I cant beli-” Minghao only got so far in his sentence before breaking down in tears again.

“Hey hey….shh.” yoy giggled.

“Good job, Hao. I’m very proud of you.” You pulled Minghao’s shirt towards the ledge you two were now sitting on.

It took him a few minutes, but he wiped away his remaining tears and smiled at you.

“I still haven’t gotten what I wanted after all this.”

“What do you mean? You won.”

“Yeah but-”

Minghao picked you up as he stood, pulling you closer towards him.

“After a couple days of you being there….. I never wanted to win the trophy. I just wanted to win you.

I love you.”

“I love you too idiot. Come here.” Your lips locked with his, the heat coming off of you two making the cold night warmer. Who knew a dumb thing your sister was doing would end like this.

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sailor-opy · 4 years

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Dare to fall (in love): chapter 1

Well, it took way longer than I thought it would take to get this chapter finished. To be honest, this chapter became much longer than I thought it would be, but that’s not really a reason for it taking me so much time to finish it. I just tend to hog way too many things to do, and then those things without firmly set deadline usually tend to be pushed for later.

Word count: 3 794

Warnings: None I guess? Can’t think of any.

Previous chapter: Prologue

Chapter 1

I walk restlessly around the lobby of my hotel. It’s almost noon, and my friend E should be here any minute now. I’ve been awake since four in the morning, partly because of my nerves and partly because I’m still jet lagged. Yesterday I finally arrived to my hotel in the early evening after two flights and a couple of hours in a bus. After I had checked in the hotel, I barely managed to have a quick dinner at the restaurant of the hotel before falling in my bed, asleep almost instantly.

So here I am, walking back and forth the lobby of the hotel. It’s Saturday, so E has a day off, and he has promised to show me the town and the surroundings. I reach the wall of the lobby and when I turn around I see him walk in. I stop and feel an uncontrollable smile grow on my lips the same time as a blush creeps on my face. This is stupid, why am I so nervous about meeting him? It’s not like we haven’t seen each other before, we have talked in numerous video calls before this for heaven’s sake! To be honest, I know perfectly well why I’m nervous: officially E and I are only friends, but secretly I have a massive crush on him.

When E notices me I force my feet to start moving again and walk towards him. I have spent the morning debating how I should greet him: with a handshake (maybe not, too formal), a wave (but does that make me seem too distant?) or a hug (but is it too familiar?). So far I haven’t come to any conclusion and I’m running out of time now. In the end, I don’t need to decide, because as soon as he can reach me, E crabs me in his arms for a hug. My brains can barely register anything else besides how good he smells and how nice his arms feel around me.

“Hi. Nice to finally meet you,” he says. “I hope your travel went well yesterday.”

“Hi. It’s nice to meet you too. And yes, my travel went well. My first flight was a bit delayed, but I feel that that happens almost every time I fly somewhere, and I had still plenty of time to catch my second flight, so it didn’t really matter,” I hear myself babble nervously when he lets me go. “Though, when I got here I was ready to fall asleep on my feet, like I told you I’d be, so it was just as good that you didn’t waste your time picking me up from the bus station. I wouldn’t have been very good company.”

E sighs heavily.

“It’s nice to hear that your travel went well. But like I told you before, I would have gladly picked you up; it really wouldn’t have been a waste of time. But that’s enough about that now,” E ends the conversation that we’ve had numerous times already while planning my stay here, and he leads me out of the hotel. We take a quick tour around the town and its main attractions by foot before we jump in to E’s car. We spend the next couple of hours driving around the surrounding area, as he shows me the local sights. Around three o’clock we stop at a restaurant that he calls his favourite, to have a late lunch.

“What have you planned for the rest of the day?” I ask when we are waiting for our orders to arrive.

“Actually, my friend Matt and his wife Jenna are having a little barbeque party later tonight,” E tells me.

“Oh. Ok,” I say trying to hide my disappointment. I had assumed that since I had come all this way to meet him, he would have reserved this time to send it with me, but of course it was silly of me to assume something like that. He has a life and other friends too, and he’s not going to put all that on hold because I come to visit. And this is just my first day here, so we still have plenty of time to hang out later. “I guess I see you tomorrow then?”

“Oh, nonono, I didn’t mean it like that. You’re invited too.”

“Are you sure that’s ok? I don’t know your friends at all, and I would hate to intrude.”

“Trust me, it’s absolutely fine. Jenna downright insisted that I bring you too,” he reassures me and continues to joke, “I’m actually a bit terrified to think what she would do if I didn’t bring you with me.”

“Well, I guess it’s fine then,” I say a bit apprehensively. To be honest, I’m not sure if going to the party with E is any better than spending the night at the hotel by myself. I’m not exactly at my best in large crowds of people I don’t know. Especially, if other people in the crowd know each other already.

After lunch E drops me off at the hotel so that I can get ready for the party. He says he’s already ready to go, so he goes to the bar across the street to have something to drink and watch some football while he waits for me. Apparently it’s quite casual party and E says that I wouldn’t need to change either, but I want to freshen up a bit to make a good impression. Or at least try to, because I have no idea what to wear. After going through my whole suitcase I end up wearing a simple red t-shirt and a knee-length dark blue denim skirt. I put on a bit make up and then brush my hair and leave it open. Besides a ponytail and a tight bun that’s pretty much the extent of what I can do to my hair, and I don’t want to keep E waiting for too long by trying to do something fancy. When I’m ready, I send a short message to E, slip on simple black flats, grab my hand bag and a white jacket in case it gets chilly later in the evening, and rush back out.

***

During the ride to E’s friends’ place, I’m quite nervous and quietly watch the scenery we drive past. With someone else, the silence might feel awkward, but not with E. I rather like sitting quietly in a car with him, a radio playing in the background. If I wasn’t worrying the evening that was to come, I think I would have enjoyed this ride a lot. E’s friends live a short drive out of town and sooner than I’d like we are already there. We are walking to the door when it’s opened by a woman in her mid thirties. She has short blond hair and she is wearing a loose yellow tunic and dark capri jeans.

“Hi E! Great, now everyone is here” she greets, before she turns her eyes to me. “And you must be E’s little friend. Nice to finally meet you. E has mentioned you a couple of times, but he has been rather dingy with the details, so it’s great to actually get to know you. My name is Jenna. Come in, come in, I’ll introduce you to the rest of the group,” she tells me as she leads me inside the house. “E! There’s beer in the fridge, help yourself. Matt and the rest of the men are in the back yard tending the grill, you can join them,” Jenna shouts over her shoulder to E before turning back to me, “Now my darling, what would you like to drink?” A bit confused by the reception I got, I look over my shoulder to E, but he just shrugs his shoulders, looking a bit confused as well but amused, so I decide just go with the flow and see what happens.

It doesn’t take me long to decide that I really like Jenna. She’s happy and bubbly, talks about a mile a minute and is probably used to getting her way since she doesn’t take no for an answer, but she makes me feel really welcomed and seems truly interested in getting to know me and hearing what I have to say. She leads me to the backyard and introduces me to the rest of the guests there: first to a group of men around the grill and then to a group of women sitting around a table on a patio behind the house, sipping wine and other refreshments. There are about ten of us in total, all guests either old school friends of Matt and Jenna or their significant others. They are all in their mid to late thirties, which makes me about 5-10 years younger than everybody else, but I don’t feel like that makes any difference at all. They ask me more about me and tell funny stories about E that I haven’t heard before. Then the conversation slowly turns to our work, families and what’s going on in everyone’s lives while some of us help Jenna set the table.

“By the way, I haven’t stopped by E’s place in ages. Has he already finished repainting his house?” Jenna asks me suddenly.

“I’m not sure. He hasn’t mentioned anything about it and I haven’t seen his place yet,” I tell her.

“What? Didn’t you come yesterday? Aren’t you staying at his place?” Jenna asks incredulously.

“No, I’m staying at the hotel in town. We thought that that would be best all things considered,” I answer.

Suddenly E appears behind me carrying a plate full of food from the grill.

“How are you getting along here?” he asks me. “If I had know that Jenna was planning on hijacking you and that I’d hardly get to speak with you the whole time, I’d had reconsidered coming here at all tonight.

“Hey E! What is this thing I just heard? Are you seriously making your guest stay at the hotel? That’s so rude; maybe I really should snatch her from you. At least then she would get to enjoy the comforts of home instead of an empty, lonely hotel room every evening,” Jenna gently teases E.

E simply rolls his eyes and takes a seat at the table next to me as the rest of the men join us too. Jenna’s husband Matt sits next to me on my other side and across the table there is Sam, Jenna’s brother. Matt seems just as easygoing and friendly as Jenna, but Sam makes me a bit nervous. He looks so serious and his comments are always short and curt. It’s almost like he’s angry at me, but I can’t understand why, since I’ve barely had time to say anything to him after our introduction. Despite that, we all enjoy of good food and lively conversation for at least a couple of hours until it suddenly turns dark and a few rain drops start to fall. At that point we have already finished eating so we quickly crab empty plates and other dishes and rush inside. One couple notices that it’s starting to get quite late and they’d better go home, because their babysitter is probably already waiting for them. The rest of us move to the living room. Besides Jenna, Matt, E and I there are Sam and three other women, but I’m too tired and have met so many people today that I just can’t get their names in my head.

Someone suggests that we turn on the TV and watch some horror movie that they have been talking about watching. I’m not really into horror movies, but I don’t want to stop everyone if they want to watch it. I can watch one horror movie, and who knows, maybe it’s not even as scary as I think, I try to reason with me. And yes, it’s fine in the beginning, but after about half an hour all the gore starts to get too much for me. So, I grab my empty glass and mumble something about going to the kitchen to fill my glass. But when I get there, I don’t really know what to do. I don’t want to go back right away, so I just decide to sit in the kitchen for a while. I had left my hand bag in the living room, but my phone is in my pocket, so I take it out and start to scroll through my Facebook and Instagram feeds to pass some time.

***

“Here you are. I was starting to wonder where you went.”

I startle and turn my eyes to the kitchen door where E is leaning against the door frame, arms crossed in front of his chest.

“Why are you sitting here all by yourself?”

“To be honest, horror movies aren’t really my thing. The movie was starting to get too scary and gross for my taste,” I admit.

“Why didn’t you say anything? We could have chosen some other movie or do something totally different instead,” E asks.

“No, it’s fine, everyone else wanted to watch that. I just needed a short break, I’ll get back there soon,” I assure him.

E watches me pensively for a while. Then he pushes himself of the door frame and walks to the fridge to get a colourful can of some kind of soda while he starts to talk.

“How about we do this: we go back to the living room and you come sit next to me. That way, if the movie gets too scary, I’m there to keep you safe.”

Oh my God, why did he have to say that? I’m there to keep you safe. That sentence, coming from anyone, is enough to make me melt, and E isn’t just anyone. I’m trying to get over my crush on him, not even more infatuated. I’m sure my face is blushing so bad when I nod and follow E back to the living room. There E sits down on the sofa leaving me some room at the end of it, and puts his can of soda on the side table. I sit down next to him to the place he has left for me, but E’s not happy yet. He leans down and lifts my legs on the other side of his legs, forcing me to turn sideways, leaning against the armrest as well as the backrest. E has left his left hand on my shins, and his right hand is on top of the backrest of the sofa.

“What’s going on?” Jenna asks curiously. She’s been watching us since we came back from the kitchen.

“This one here was being overly polite and didn’t think to mention that she doesn’t actually care for horror movies,” E says and slightly tousles my hair.”I found her hiding in the kitchen and promised to keep her safe for the rest of the movie.”

“Well, isn’t that very chivalrous of you,” Jenna teases him before turning back to the TV.

At first I find it hard to relax, sitting this close to E, so I try to focus on the movie. But it doesn’t take long before the events on the screen force me to turn my eyes from the screen for the first time. Every time I look away, E notices it and rubs calmingly either my shins or my back, and without even noticing it, I start to lean more and more against him. It feels actually very nice: safe and warm, and in the dimly lit room my eyes start to close. It’s been a long day already.

***

When I first start to wake up from my slumber, I don’t remember where I am. Everything is calm and peaceful, and I can hear a few hushed voices talking around me. But then it all comes flooding back: I’m at Matt and Jenna’s place and still in E’s arms leaning against him, and I quickly pull away from him.

“Hey, look who’s up! Hello Sleepyhead,” E laughs and tousles gently my hair again.

I’m too embarrassed for falling asleep like that to say anything. I look around me and see that the movie has clearly ended a while ago. Other guests have left already and besides E and me there is only Matt in the living room. I hear a door close somewhere in the house and right after that Jenna walks in.

“Ok, now that Sam has gone there are only you two left”, she says to E.

“I think we should get going too”, E says and starts to get up from the sofa. “I think it’s about time I get this sleepyhead into bed.”

Jenna and Matt burst into laughter and I blush when I understand what his words are implying.

“Oh, shut up, I didn’t mean it like that and you know it!” E snaps slurring a bit. “I simply meant that it’s late, and she is tired so she should go to sleep. In her bed. At the hotel. Alone.”

That makes Jenna and Matt laugh even more. E starts to walk towards the front door, but stumbles seemingly over nothing. That seems a bit weird so I take a closer look on him. I can’t really put my finger on it, but something seems off about him.

“E, are you drunk?” I ask worriedly.

“No, I can’t be. I only drank one or two beers during dinner, and that’s hours ago. After that I’ve been drinking that weird soda,” he answers, but there is a bit of uncertainty in his voice.

“What weird soda?” Jenna asks.

“The one in the colourful cans. I haven’t seen them around here in the stores before. It tasted really good, it had quite fruity flavour.”

“Oh, nononono. My parents bought those cans from their cruise last week. It’s not just soda, it has alcohol in it. Quite a lot actually”, Jenna explains apologetically.

“Shit. I don’t think I can drive”, E states shaking his head.

“What do we do now? How do we get back to the hotel and your pace?” I ask looking from E to Matt and Jenna.

“Sorry mate, I didn’t think that I would need to drive tonight, so I’ve been drinking”, Matt says.

“I know! Sam can’t have gotten too far yet. I’ll call him and ask him to give you a lift!” Jenna exclaims and before anyone has time to say anything she has already taken out her phone and dialled Sam’s number. After a short conversation during which Jenna explains the situation to Sam she ends the call.

“He’ll turn back and gives you a lift,” she informs us. I’m a bit nervous about the idea of being confined into the car with Sam, but I don’t think I have any other choice. And it’s not like I would actually think that he would do something to me, so it can’t be that bad. After all, it’s just a relatively short drive.

While we wait for Sam it gets more and more clear just how drunken E really is. And in his drunken state he’s reasoned with himself that since he’s already too drunk to drive, he can keep drinking some more, and insists on finishing his last drink. He’s having hard time keeping his balance and he’s starting to get quite sleepy. When Sam finally turns to the driveway, Jenna runs to him, probably to give him some driving instructions while me and Matt walk E to the car and get him in the back seat behind the driver’s seat. I go round to the other side of the car and get in the back seat myself. After Sam starts the car I feel like I should say something.

“Thank you for giving us a lift. I hope it’s not too much trouble for you.”

“Yeah, well, whatever”, Sam mumbles.

“Did Jenna tell you where...“

“Yes, she told me where to take you,” Sam interrupts me before I’ve even finished my question. After that I don’t really know what to say, so I just sit there quietly watching out of the window. When Sam stops the car in front of what I guess must be E’s house, he turns to look at me.

“Do you think you can get him inside by yourself, or do you need me to help?” He asks and gestures to E.

“I think I can manage by myself, thank you”, I tell him and get out of the car. E has almost fallen asleep during the ride and it takes a while to get him out of the car and up the few stairs to his porch. I fish his keys from his pocket and open his front door. When we step in, I hear a car engine to start and when I turn my head I see Sam driving away. What’s this, didn’t Jenna tell him that I’m not staying at E’s place but in a hotel at the town? I can’t run after him, because E is leaning against me, so I try to yell and wave my hands, but Sam just keeps driving away. With a sigh I decide to get E inside and to bed first and think about what to do about my situation then. I help E to his bedroom and take off his jacket before letting him fall on the bed and taking off his shoes. He’s asleep almost instantly. Then I walk into the living room and rummage my handbag for my phone in order to call me a taxi.

“Oh shit!” I curse when I notice that the battery of my phone has died at sometime during the night. I get back to E’s bedroom to look for his phone. It’s in the pocket of his jacket, but it’s locked and I can’t get E to wake up, so it’s really no use for me. I open a couple of E’s drawers looking for his charger, hoping it would fit my phone, but it doesn’t feel good to go through his belongings like that, so I stop before I can find it. I walk back to the living room and sit down on the sofa to think what I should do. There really aren’t many options to be honest. I can’t call anyone, and E lives too far from the town for me to walk there. And I don’t think that would be a wise option anyway: walking alone at night in an unfamiliar place. So in the end I do the only rational think I can think of: I lay down on the sofa and try to get some sleep.

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ventus-shmentus · 7 years

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1 through 100 for the question time?

oh man this is gonna keep me busy, thank you anon

1.) is there a boy/girl in your life?

*** sadly no, I've been single for like 3 years now

2.) think of the last person who hurt you; do you forgive them?

*** yes! I generally try to forgive most ppl because I h a t e being angry w ppl

3.) what do you think of when you hear the word “meow?”

*** there was a girl in middle school that always stared me down and meowed at me at lunch???

4.) what’s something you really want right now?

*** strawberry lemonade from O’Charley’s

5.) are you afraid of falling in love?

*** thank god no, I love loving people

6.) do you like the beach?

*** yeah my fam goes every year for vacay and we spread my brothers ashes in the ocean and stuff so it’s comforting to go bc it’s like he’s still with me??

7.) have you ever slept on a couch with someone else?

*** tried to, but I have a lot of problems falling asleep so it didn't work out too well

8.) what’s the background on your cell?

*** my lock screen is me and a best friend and my home bg is a pic of ventus

9.)name the last four beds you were sat on?

***my sisters, my moms, faith’s, and Ryder’s if you count being sat on by dogs (I think thats what the question is asking lmao??)

10.) do you like your phone?

*** most of the time, yeah. the calls get messed up a lot tho and the battery sucks

11: honestly, are things going the way you planned?

*** god no, it’d be weird if they were. I'm doing much much better in life than I originally expected

12: who was the last person whose phone number you added to your contacts?

*** probs the girls from my DBT therapy group

13: would you rather have a poodle or a rottweiler?

*** omg Rottweiler for sure,,, I love big doggies and they're such big babies

14: which hurts the most, physical or emotional pain?

*** I can't really answer this because they’re both felt in different ways

15: would you rather visit a zoo or an art museum?

*** I've never been to an art museum so id have to say zoo for now

16: are you tired?

*** heck yea my mom lost my sleep medication, I'm so tired to the point where I'm listening to Soulja boy and I'm not sure if its real or not

17: how long have you known your 1st phone contact?

*** like???? 15 years??

18: are they a relative?

*** nope just my sisters friend

19: would you ever consider getting back together with any of your exes?

*** someone please kill me if I ever get back with one of my exes

20: when did you last talk to the last person you shared a kiss with?

*** honestly I can’t remember, probably like last month?

21: if you knew you had the right person, would you marry them today?

*** nonono I'm nowhere near ready to settle down in life like that. I'm only 19 and like I've never even had a job and I don't have my license and shit,,, def not ready for marriage

22: would you kiss the last person you kissed again?

*** yeah he was a good kisser, too bad I barely remember it lmao

23: how many bracelets do you have on your wrists right now?

*** 2 a hair tie and a friendship bracelet

24: is there a certain quote you live by?

*** Donald Duck going “WAK!”

25: what’s on your mind?

*** what happened to Kevin Jonas

26: do you have any tattoos?

*** no but I was planning on getting one soon as tribute to my brother

27: what is your favorite color?

*** yellow!! its so happy and bright

28: next time you will kiss someone on the lips?

*** heck idk no one ever seems interested in me so like?? its up to them bc I'm down to kiss like 90% of the people I know

29: who are you texting?

*** my boi Ryder bc he's coming over to give me birthday stuff

30: think to the last person you kissed, have you ever kissed them on a couch?

***nope, only a car

31: have you ever had the feeling something bad was going to happen and you were right?

*** I low key knew that my brother was gonna die the day he did but I didn't say anything to anyway bc I just blamed it on my anxiety

32: do you have a friend of the opposite sex you can talk to?

*** heck yeah, I got a couple thankfully

33: do you think anyone has feelings for you?

*** lmao ryder

34: has anyone ever told you you have pretty eyes?

*** yes! my eyes turn literally yellow in the summer and its p cool

35: say the last person you kissed was kissing someone right in front of you?

*** I'd be like “hell yeah I'm proud of u for getting action”

36: were you single on valentines day?

*** have been my whole life

37: are you friends with the last person you kissed?

*** yes but I rarely talk to him anymore

38: what do your friends call you?

*** karl, car keys, Karls, kar, karlie warlie

39: has anyone upset you in the last week?

*** does myself count lmao

40: have you ever cried over a text?

*** probably

41: where’s your last bruise located?

*** the tops of my feet

42: what is it from?

*** dancing! you get bruises in weird places from dance lmao

43: last time you wanted to be away from somewhere really bad?

*** idk if this really counts but we went out to eat last night which is really triggering for me and I was like “I just want to go home and see my doggie”

44: who was the last person you were on the phone with?

***my sister on accident

45: do you have a favourite pair of shoes?

*** fav bc of looks are my white doc Martens but I wear my black converse most of the time

46: do you wear hats if your having a bad hair day?

*** no I look dumb in hats

47: would you ever go bald if it was the style?

*** honestly no just bc I like to have the mermaid hair effect when I’m in the bath or swimming

48: do you make supper for your family?

*** only if its like pizza rolls or smthn

49: does your bedroom have a door?

*** yes???

50: top 3 web-pages?

*** Tumblr, youtube and Facebook

51: do you know anyone who hates shopping?

*** my mom bc she hates going out in public

52: does anything on your body hurt?

*** my wrist!! I have a cyst in my joint and it hurts to move it too much

53: are goodbyes hard for you?

*** yes bc I have a huge fear of abandonment

54: what was the last beverage you spilled on yourself?

*** strawberry lemonade

55: how is your hair?

*** its kinda short atm, I just got it cut and I'm mad bc its just the right length where only half of my hair goes into a ponytail

56: what do you usually do first in the morning?

*** pee tbh

57: do you think two people can last forever?

*** I mean I guess

58: think back to january 2007, were you single?

*** considering. was 8, yes

59: green or purple grapes?

*** depends on my mood tbh

60: when’s the next time you will give someone a big hug?

*** in like 10 minutes when Ryder is here

61: do you wish you were somewhere else right now?

*** not really but I wouldn't particularly mind if I was somewhere else

62: when will be the next time you text someone?

*** like rn

63: where will you be 5 hours from now?

*** in my living room talking to Ryder

64: what were you doing at 8 this morning.

*** pretending to be asleep

65: this time last year, can you remember who you liked?

***probably faith idk but thankfully thats faded by now

66: is there one person in your life that can always make you smile?

*** ryder and my sister tbh

67: did you kiss or hug anyone today?

*** my mom always hugs me good morning

68: what was your last thought before you went to bed last night?

*** “god I wish I could fall asleep”

69: have you ever tried your hardest and then gotten disappointed in the end?

*** did you mean: my entire dance career?

70: how many windows are open on your computer?

*** 5!

71: how many fingers do you have?

*** thankfully I got all 10

72: what is your ringtone?

*** the default iPhone ringtone, I've never bothered to change it but I want my text ringtone to be the thing from Kim possible

73: how old will you be in 5 months?

*** 19

74: where is your mum right now?

*** in my sister’s room helping her build a desk

75: why aren’t you with the person you were first in love with or almost in love?

*** bc he's an abusive piece of shit (:

76: have you held hands with somebody in the past three days?

*** sadly no ):

77: are you friends with the people you were friends with two years ago?

*** definitely not

78: do you remember who you had a crush on in year 7?

*** a dude named Zac but he was a terrible person lmao

79: is there anyone you know with the name mike?

*** my aunt's pos boyfriend

80: have you ever fallen asleep in someones arms?

*** no ):

81: how many people have you liked in the past three months?

*** not really anyone worth noting

82: has anyone seen you in your underwear in the last 3 days?

*** probably

83: will you talk to the person you like tonight?

*** I don't really like anyone atm

84: you’re drunk and yelling at hot guys/girls out of your car window, you’re with?

*** probably Bria or faith tbh

85: if your bf/gf was into drugs would you care?

*** I think it’d depend on what it was and if it was effecting them in an unhealthy way or not

86: what was the most eventful thing that happened last time you went to see a movie?

*** I threw up 20 mins into Spiderman homecoming

87: who was your last received call from?

*** my sister

88: if someone gave you $1,000 to burn a butterfly over a candle, would you?

*** I think it'd depend on what I needed the money for and how bad I needed it

89: what is something you wish you had more of?

*** friends

90: have you ever trusted someone too much?

*** all the time. I love trusting people but it gets me hurt a lot

91: do you sleep with your window open?

*** I wish but I got them allergies

92: do you get along with girls?

*** for the most part yes!

93: are you keeping a secret from someone who needs to know the truth?

*** yeah but its not worth telling them right now, gotta wait till the right time

94: does sex mean love?

*** nope!

95: you’re locked in a room with the last person you kissed, is that a problem?

*** no but I might have a hard time trying to find things to talk about

96: have you ever kissed anyone with a lip ring?

*** yeah I didn't really like it tbh

97: did you sleep alone this week?

*** always

98: everybody has somebody that makes them happy, do you?

*** yes! my sister and ryder

99: do you believe in love at first sight?

*** no bc then you're just falling in love with the persons looks and not the actual person

100: who was the last person that you pinky promise

*** my mom but I don't remember what for

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petermaximoffstories · 7 years

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Dating Peter Maximoff and being Charles's would include

(I don’t know how to Tumblr. soooooo…… maybe if anyone even sees this give me advice because I suck :P)

I don’t really know when this is set just go with it it’s pretty cool

●You met Peter at a horrible movie which both of you fell asleep in. When the movie finished, an employee had to wake both of you up and since the movie showed at 10 p.m it was already incredibly late and the entire theatre felt abandoned so when you guys had to leave so it was kind of akward but eventually one of you talked of you guys just clicked. By the time both of you had gone outside, your ride had abandoned you, so Peter, even though you hesitated, insisted to take you home.

“Please Peter it’s a pretty long way there” “I swear I can take it” “Fine… where’s your car” “Oh I don’t need a car” he said as he put his hand to your head. “Wai-wha-” you were cut off by Peter speeding you while you yelled to him the directions. “It’s to the lefAHHHahaha and then to the righ-nonono Peter you’re going to drop me” you said along with other things as he just chuckled and kept running. “Wait you’re a mutant too?” He asked when you got to the mansion a.k.a your home. “Yup. Daughter of Charles Xavier who can (power of choice) and basically knows everything that goes down here which leads me to a question, do you go here?” “Nah I don’t….. never could afford it.” “Well I really want you to join us so I’ll talk to my dad about figuring something out alright” “Alrighty bye Y/N” “See ya” you saluted him as he ran off.

● In the time of the friend zone, it mainly consisted of going over to his house on breaks and watching scary shows and movies with the ocasional comedy. And when you finally convinced your dad that Peter would be a great student so that he would let him in for a smaller amount of money it consisted of you studying and him just trying to listen but eventually giving up and sleeping. ●He finally asked you out while school was climbing to its death bed and was ready to end. He sped up to you to ask the question he was longing to for quite a while and it basically went like this: “Hey Y/N” “Yes Peter” “Well you see since summer is starting and I basically have nothing to do could you be my savior or boredom?“he asked running his hand through his hair “So basically your asking if I’ll go out with you” “Yup” he said popping the p “Well then yes” “Oh oh wowowowowowieeee” he celebrated. ●Your first date was at a drive in theatre where you two watched a scary movie because you’re nerds. When you got there it was a little but not outrageously chilly, but unfortunately through half the movie it started to rain forcing people to leave. However, Peter was committed to make this a wonderful first date so he just akwardly wrapped his jacket around you and you two continued screaming and laughing at the movie with the ocasional shivers from Peter being cold with no jacket so you had to (and wanted to tbh) huddle very close to him. ●After that date there was many more to come, including going to that same drive in theatre every friday, spending time at his house listening to music, and he even would take you shopping for new shirts but it was really just so he could eat out with you, but the best thing by far you liked to do with him was go to the amusement park. He would drag you along and take you to every ride in the entire park and you, being the adventurous type would of course tag along. He was just so happy he finally met someone who would always be up for anything. Whenever you arrived at the mansion Charles would just ask “Peter again?” and when you nodded he would just reply with “that’s what I thought” with a smug expression on his face. ●Speaking of Charles the first time him and Peter properly met, which was at dinner in (restraunt of choice) Peter was just so nervous and Charles being the mind reader he is just patted him on the shoulder and said “don’t worry, I know you love her” and you accidentally overheard so you didn’t mean to but the entire time you were just really blushy and flattered. The dinner went great, and they were pratically ignoring you and making jokes about what you used to do as a kid to what you do now and comparing it to what they did and do and it was just so cool. When Peter said bye to you guys outside of the restaurant Charles said, still laughing “Y/N I honestly think he’s the one” before driving you both home. ●The first time meeting his family was an embarrassing story though, as when you walked in to his house you tripped and fell to the ground. His mom just laughed and said “don’t worry now we have a story to tell in future times” and then she introduced herself. She decided to make (favorite food) and it was better than you’ve ever had it before. “Hey Ms. Maximoff this is actually the best (favorite food) I’ve ever had.” you said truthfully. She smiled and said “Yeah I’d knew you would like it Peter said it was your favorite food” “Well he was definitely right”. When his sister decided to come meet you she was dressed in her princess costume and wrapped your arms around your waist repeatedly and forced you and Peter to watch Disney movies (when tbh I wouldn’t be forced I’d just watch them anyways) ●Cuddles all the cuddles There’s days when Peter’s the big spoon, there’s days when you are but you. never. stop. cuddling ●He adores wrapping his arms around your waist and also scaring you cuz why not. ●You getting used to his speed ●Him making mixtapes of you and when you discover them he decides to make you listen to them and tell you exactly why they remind him of you while cuddling you. ●His lil sis basically becoming your lil sis. ●Both of you growing really close to eachothers families. Like when Pete’s mom needs extra help with something she always calls you or when Charles needs help figuring things out at the mansion he calls Peter to help y'all on it. ●When Peter is sad he’ll always call you, no matter what. There is no one he rather see and you almost always know what to tell him. If you don’t he understands and you guys just listen to music or play stupid little board games to make him feel better. ●When your sad, Peter will of course talk to you about it but every time his advice doesn’t help but rather a silly thing he says after does. Like he’ll go on a rant about how you should just ignore what people say or do to you and only care about your future and it’ll put a slight smile on your face but when he says something random like “Enough with this sadness I want pizza” it makes you forget entirely what happened. ●Your first time sleeping over was at Peter’s house when his mom was gone for the weekend and she needed someone to take care of his sister. You had spent the day looking out for her and attempting to entertain her which even though you wouldn’t think it would be, it was a very stressful werkend. Especially the first night when she had a nightmare and came into Peter’s room in the middle of you guys playing pac man. She bust through the door crying and immediately ran to Peter and hugged him. “What’s wrong sweetie?” you asked patting her head. She signaled for Peter to pick her up and he placed her beneath his arms and her legs stradled his waist. “I had a nightmare” she said and she buried her head into Peters shoulders. “Awee I’m sorry” you started as Peter carried her to her room as you followed “Nightmares suck. But they’re just your imagination running wild, which makes you special. I have nightmares too you know, and whenever I get them I actually have to sing myself to sleep to calm myself down” you said and by then she had already been tucked into bed. “Can you sing me to sleep?"she asked cutely. You smiled and agreed. "Breathe breathe in the air….. don’t be afraid to care…. please don’t leave me……. look around choose your own ground” you sang and by the time you had finished she was fast asleep. Peter who had been by his sisters side leaned down and kissed her on her forehead and then went back to his room with you. “You wanna still watch that movie?” he asked and you replied with a “hell yeah” and before you knew it you woke up in the middle of the night on his couch with the TV playing a movie called the black nothingness aka it was literally playing nothing and with your head resting on his shoulder and his arms around yours he looked down at you with tired eyes and carried you to his bed where you curled up together. 💓

#quicksilver #peter maximoff #xmen #dating peter maximoff

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