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dark-vader28 · 4 months

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New Girl

pairing: rodrick heffley x fem!reader

summary: Reader and her family are new in town, the heffleys invite them over for dinner as a welcome, blah blah blah, rodrick offers to give reader a drum lesson and makes a fool of himself doing everything in his power to impress you

warnings: swearing? tooth-rotting fluff. pls this is my first fic so im sorry if this is terrible, not rlly proofread

Your family had just moved in to Plainview, settled in a cozy home on the corner of the street. Once summer ended, you’d attend Crossland High School as a senior while your younger brother, Jake, would be starting 7th grade at Westmore Middle School. You dreaded school, even in the years you lived in your hometown, surrounded by your friends. Now that you were the new girl, you were sure it’d be all the more worse.

Your younger brother, Jake, on the other hand, made company so easy and made it seem like starting a conversation was as easy as knowing your own name. Sure, he wasn’t very popular, but he never went a year without a new friend or even a whole new group. You were sure he’d already be making friends on the walk to school.

While you were staring at your packed bag that you refused to unpack, in denial that your family had really moved, when the doorbell rang, echoing through the still house. Your attention was diverted and you snuck out your room, quietly walking to the railing by the stairs where you could have a clear view of the front door. You crouched down, hoping you wouldn’t be seen as you watched your mother strut to the door. The door swung open and there was a friendly smile waiting behind, holding some tupperware in her arms.

You were watching and listening, hardly moving or even breathing as they talked. The woman at the door, whose name you heard was Susan Heffley, was welcoming your family to Plainview. You heard them suggest a dinner this weekend so they could meet each other’s families; your mother had mentioned yours and your brother’s age which coincidentally were the same as the Heffleys. You let out a groan as your mom agreed to the dinner.

Mrs. Heffley left a few moments later, wishing your mother another welcome with a gentle smile before walking out the door. Surely she seemed nice but having to attend to dinner with a family you didn’t know was a long dreaded thought of yours.

The rest of the week seemed to go slow as you anticipated the inevitable dinner. You were also attempting to accept the fact that you were truly stuck in Plainview now unless you decided to move out and away when you turned 18, but you knew the thought was pointless considering it meant you’d have to be prepared by then.

When Saturday rolled around, you had finally unpacked your bag, trying to be a little more positive about living here. But that was a lie. Truth was your mom hounded you about living out of a suitcase and told you off for not unpacking. Not wanting to get in any more trouble, you hurriedly unpacked that night, throwing a pair of jeans and some shirt on your bed in the process for you to wear to dinner.

It was 5:50 and you were scrambling to finish up the last of your makeup and hair. If there was one thing your dad hated, it was being late, and you would likely be the cause of it. You had postponed getting ready for so long, procrastinating until there were few minutes to spare. You weren’t sure why you cared so much about your appearance, assuming that you would never talk to that family after tonight.

Jake’s fist pounded on your bathroom door, causing you to jump from the unexpected burst of noise. You nearly burnt yourself with the straightener you were holding. You quickly set it down and swung the door open. You were ready to scold your younger brother but he spoke before you.

“Mom and Dad said we’re leaving now, why aren’t you ready?” he asked. You rolled your eyes and pushed him away from the door, closing it.

“Just one more minute!” you shouted from the other side of the door. He knocked on the door a few more times and when you refused to answer, he gave up, grumbling something under his breath as he ran down the stairs.

A minute turned into two, then three, and then it was 5:59 and your dad was knocking on the door. You turned off the straightener and unplugged it, checking your reflection one last time before hurrying out the bathroom.

Considering how close your houses were, your family walked to the Heffley’s house. Right before the clock turned 6:01, your family was at the door, ringing the bell. You heard a few hushed murmurs from the other side of the door before the same familiar face that had come to your house before swung open the door.

Mrs. Heffley welcomed you in, closing the door behind you. A man, who you could only assume was Mr. Heffley, stood next to Mrs. Heffley, extending out a hand towards your father, then your mother.

“Frank Heffley,” the man introduced, smiling politely. He shook your hand and then Jake’s as Mrs. Heffley introduced herself and the littlest brother, Manny, that she held in her arms.

Then, bounding down the stairs comes a boy, somewhere between 11-13. He comes to a stop next to Mrs. Heffley and wears a nervous smile.

“And his is my second eldest son, Greg,” Mrs. Heffley beams. One after another, you all shake his hand, introducing yourselves. “Greg, you and Jake are both in seventh grade so maybe you’ll make good friends,” Mrs. Heffley comments. Jake smiles a little and Greg is hesitant to return the smile, unsure if he likes your brother.

Mrs. Heffley turns to Greg, whispering something private to him while your father exchanges pleasantries with his father, earning a warm smile from your mother. Greg shrugged at whatever Mrs. Heffley had said to him and she frowned.

It wasn’t long before another set of footsteps came running down the steps, this time a tall boy with dark, messed and fluffed up hair, wearing some graphic tee tucked only in the front behind a pair of dark jeans. He looked your age and from the conversation you had overheard earlier that week, you knew he was your age. But… what did that matter? You had no intent on talking to this family again.

“And this is Rodrick,” Mrs. Heffley introduced, not sounding nearly as enthusiastic as she had been when introducing Greg and Manny. The smile she wore seemed fake as she glared and Rodrick and nudged him. He looked confused, shooting her a look before he noticed my father’s outstretched hand. He shook my parents’ hands as we were all introduced once more, thankfully for the last time. You seemed to catch Rodrick’s eye, and your name was the only one he seemed to remember. He repeated your name in his head, making sure it stuck in his memory. The other names faded from his mind as your families walked to the dining table. A few extra chairs had been added to fit your family, which sat on one side as the Heffley family sat on the other. You faced Rodrick with Jake on your right and your mother on your left. This was already the longest evening of your time in Plainview.

Mrs. Heffley was bringing a plate of food as your fathers chatted away. Rodrick, Greg, and Jake were quick to pile heaping amounts onto their plates. You were the last to go for food, not expecting to eat much since you didn’t have much of an appetite that night.

The parent side of the table was lively, laughter filling the air while it was nothing but the tap or light scrape of the metal forks against the plate on your side of the table. Jake didn’t seem to mind, happily eating away at his food, nearly to the point of asking for seconds. You had picked at the homemade food, taking a few bites ever so often. It smelt amazing, almost giving you your appetite back.

But the worst part of the night wasn’t how they were strangers you were having dinner with, or how empty and silent your half of the table was, but rather how you kept finding Rodrick’s eyes. They were awkward glances where you’d both be caught looking at one another and you’d both avert your gaze as quickly as it had been found. It kickstarted your heart every time, sending a wave of embarrassment flooding through you which was shown through in the heat rising to your face. You were praying someone on your end of the table would feel the silence and ease the tension but with every glance you and Rodrick stole, the atmosphere felt heavier.

The buzz from the other side of the table faded, leaving a few painful moments of entire silence before your dad spoke, speaking to Rodrick this time.

“Was that your van outside?” your dad inquired, hoping to spark up a conversation after noticing the deafening silence.

Rodrick stole another look at you on his way to address your father. He nodded, shifting in his seat a little. The silence was beginning to make its dreaded reappearance and in a desperate attempt to prevent it, you foolishly decided to keep the conversation rolling.

“What’s the name painted on it?” you asked, and Rodrick’s eyes had quickly fallen away from your father to meet you.

“Löded Diper, the name of my band,” Rodrick replied proudly. You attempted to repress a smile. The name was ridiculous and it had you holding back a laugh but something about the confidence and the happiness in his tone made you forget the name and brought a grin to your lips.

“A band, huh? What do you play?” you questioned, shifting in your seat, leaning forward so your attention was nowhere but him. His lips curved up into a smile as his movement mimicked yours, facing you. You could see Susan and your mom smile at each other, gushing at how suddenly you and Rodrick were getting along.

“Drums,” he answered, and the other conversations resumed from the parent side of the table. Greg and Jake were silently watching you and Rodrick talk, both shocked that you had even acknowledged him. Jake knew you weren’t one to engage like this upon first meeting someone, especially not with someone like Rodrick. And Greg was sure you were way out of Rodrick’s league, whether it was from a relationship or even friendship standpoint. Greg and Jake seemed to read each other’s minds and started talking, filling the once silent half of the room with chatter.

“I always wanted to learn drums,” you commented sheepishly, breaking the eye contact you had been holding. He seemed to light up at that, sitting up a little taller.

“I could teach you,” he blurted out, rather loudly. Everyone seemed to glance at him for a moment before ignoring it and resuming their conversations. You found his gaze again and a smile crept on your lips.

“Really?” you asked. He nodded, and your smile curved into a smirk. “Well, of course, you’d have to been good at drums to teach somebody. Prove you’re any good and maybe then you can teach me.” He paused for a moment before he chuckled, leaning back in his chair as his once awkward demeanor became cocky.

“No no no, i’d be doing you a favour. And i don’t need to prove anything. I’m a great drummer. Right, Greg?” Rodrick asked, hitting Greg on the chest. Greg hadn’t been paying attention but held his chest where he had been hit as he nodded, agreeing to whatever Rodrick had asked. “See?” You rolled your eyes, your bottom lip slipping between your teeth to hide your smile.

“The poor kid is terrified of you,” you chuckled. You turned to Greg this time. “Don’t take any of his shit.” Greg smiled brightly and Rodrick seemed flustered that you hadn’t taken his side.

“Oh, come on, I’ve never done anything to him,” Rodrick defended. He wasn’t a great liar. You glanced at Rodrick before looking back at Greg, raising your eyebrows.

“Is he telling the truth?” you asked. Greg shot a look at Rodrick before laughing and shaking his head. You giggled. Rodrick’s face was turning red and he shoved Greg again.

“Dude! Deny, deny, deny!” Rodrick pestered, pushing Greg. Another laughter escaped your lips.

“So you admit you were lying!” Rodrick froze, his face dropping.

With the exception of Rod, your side of the table was in a fit of laughter. The other side had stilled, admiring how well you seemed to be getting along despite Rodrick being the butt of the joke. He’d felt embarrassed for a moment but hearing your laughter had a bright grin spreading across his face which eventually broke out into laughter. Your stomach and face started to hurt from laughing for too long and you let a few desperate pants as you leaned back in your seat, arms wrapped around your stomach.

Over an hour had passed and your families couldn’t have been getting along better. Greg and Rodrick had told you endless amounts of stories. You learned about The Cheese Touch and the thought of it made you gag, imagining that moldy cheese sitting on the dirty hot blacktop for years.

You asked Rodrick about his band, which he went on and on about until Greg told him to can it. Rodrick might’ve hit him again if Mrs. Heffley hadn’t glanced over at them and scolded Rodrick.

Nearing the end of your time with the Heffleys, you hesitantly asked Rodrick if he was serious about the drum lesson. Sure, your reason was purely because you had always wanted to learn how to play but it seemed as the night went on, your reason was slipping to wanting to see Rodrick again. You didn’t want to have to wait until summer’s end to be with him. He didn’t seem like the greatest influence and you were already sure your parents weren’t too fond of him, but something about him had you drawn towards him like a moth to light.

The Heffleys were escorting your family to the door, chatter still in the air, when you turned to Rodrick. You swallowed the lump in your throat and prayed your voice would come out normal.

“So… about that drum lesson,” you started, not meeting his eyes, but you still saw the smile tug at the corner of his lips.

“Tomorrow?” he suggested quickly, stopping to face you. You looked up, your brow slightly furrowed. “O-or another day. I mean-” He was blabbering, trying not to sound eager or desperate and a grin stretched across your lips.

“Tomorrow sounds great,” you replied. He relaxed, smiling a little.

“Yeah, yeah, cool,” he mumbled, pretending to sound uninterested. You pushed him gently and he couldn’t hide the smile. You rolled your eyes at him, a light laugh falling from your lips. That sound would be stuck in his brain all night as he lied awake, admiring you and feeling like he had dreamed you up cause he wasn’t sure someone like you could be real.

Your family said their goodbyes to the Heffleys as the four of you walked out the door. You headed home, unable to lose the smile of excitement as you thought about your plans for tomorrow. You were so distracted in your thoughts that you hadn’t noticed your parents talking to you until your brother nudged you to snap you out of your daze.

“Are you alright?” your mom asked worriedly, putting a comforting hand on your shoulder. You flashed her a smile and nodded. “Well, how was your night then? Did you like them?” Then to your father, “I thought they were nice, don’t you think?” Then back to you. “How was Rodrick? I was a little worried he was a bad influence.” If you hadn’t stepped in, your mom might’ve pestered with you questions until the end of the night.

“It was fun. I had a good time,” you reassured. She smiled as you reached your front steps.

When you finally got back to your room, you reveled in the once dreaded house that seemed like a punishment. You were now filled with anticipation, wishing it would be Sunday already so you’d get to see Rodrick again. Your mind hadn’t decided what was so endearing about him. Maybe it was his desperate, miserable attempts to impress you that made you nearly giggle like a school girl or his dark shaggy hair that fell in messy strands. But you didn’t let yourself think about that for too long, saving yourself from falling down that rabbit hole.

As the cool air from your open window filled the room and the pale moonlight danced across your skin, you were coaxed into sleep, smiling as you thought about your night.

Maybe Plainview wasn’t as bad as you had believed it to be.

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a/n: well… first fic ig. i’m sorry if this is complete shit. i just felt like i should post something after having this account for 6 months and posting nothing. there are a few requests in my inbox that i do intend on getting to at some point i promise, im just a little slow with all of this 😭 let me know what you think and if you want more of these!

#rodrick heffley x reader #rodrick heffley #rodrick x reader #rodrick rules #doawk rodrick #diary of a wimpy kid rodrick #rodrick x y/n #rodrick fanfic #diary of a wimpy kid #doawk x reader #doawk #devon bostick #my fic

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shytastemakerthing · 1 year

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can i have a romantic twst match up, im an esfj, pisces, i use any prns, im not smart nor am i physically well(as in athletic well) I’m more into arts such as literature, music, drawing, etc, im easy to get along with ambivert, has a lot of hobbies i can keep up with, i usually keep things to myself solely bc i dont wanna bother ppl that much, i rarely ask for help cause i want to feel independent, procrastinates a lot, average grades, i dont put effort on things that i deem as pointless only doing decently at it, im always seem to be on my imagination solely bc i have a lot of ideas in mind i just dont have any motivation to do any of em! and may or may develop some bad habits due to obsession! (i hope this is good enough!)

A/N: Thank you so much for your request, I hope that you like it! I'm sorry this took a little longer to get out, I've had recital practice for the last week and a half and tonight is opening night!😊😊

I match you with.......

Ruggie Bucchi

• Now, there are a number of reasons as to why I chose this beloved hyena man and I will try to touch base on most of then here so bare with me here😊.

• For starters, he wouldn't want you to keep anything to yourself, no matter what it was. Bottling things in and never trying to seek for help can only make things worse in the long run. Ruggie is so used to helping others and doing work (looking at you Leona), that he WILL want to help you any way that he can.

• That being said, if you truly do not wish to talk about it, he will not force you nor will he use his unique magic against you to tell him what is wrong. What he WILL do, is take you back to his room in Savanaclaw, and he dies have a habit of letting you wear his clothes, and he (if there is no work to be done), will lay down with you. If he does have to work, then he will still take tou there, but makes sure you have food and water, and anything else that may help before he leaves. He will be sending you messages throughout the day, though, just so you know he's thinking about you.

• For him to leave you in such a place as his room, shows that he trusts you a great amount, something that doesn't come easily to him. You're very important to him.

• He gets the feeling on being independent. After all, he had to learn from a very young age to take care of himself and then to take care of others. While you are fiercely independent, he makes it very well known that you can ALWAYS go to him if you need anything. He is there. Perhaps he will even bring you a meal so you don't have to travel where you are to get something. Another way he shows how much he loves you, he shares his food with you. If you know his background, you know just how important that is for him.

• He admires you talent and ability for art, especially your drawings. Though, the first thing on his mind was that you can easily do commissions and make some money from them. A lot of things his mind goes to is circled around money, again, with his background, it makes sense. But if you draw anything for this hyena, it's become his most prized possession and no amount of money can be given to him for it to be given up.

• Ruggie is an active boy. Between all the running around on his numerous jobs, back home, P.E, running errands for Leona. The boy has great cardio. Knowing your own athletic state, he at least tries to help you out. Nothing to severe, maybe going on a walk with him to Sam's shop. Something simple, easy, but still exercise. He greatly cares about your health.

• He is a great motivator! Yes, you may not want to write that paper, do that assignment, or any other task, but he is there with you through the whole thing. He is not above bribery either. Kinda like, if you can finish this assignment then I'll find a way to get you that art kit you really like, or, say you're working on a task, as soon as we are done, I promise that we can cuddle in bed for the rest of the day. We won't have to do anything at all. He just wants to see you do your best. He comes from a place where no one js really given that opportunity. He was lucky enough to make it to NRC. He's going to make sure both of you pass cone hell or high water.

• Gifts are not the most common with him, the man is on a tight budget, especially especially he sends things back to his hometown as well. Though, if he wss out and about and happened to see a book or any form of literature on a discounted price, he will spare a few madols and get it for you. Seeing the smile on your face makes it all worth it in the end.

• Overall, he is one of your biggest supporters. He wants to see you thrive and do your best while also embracing the hobbies that you have. The hyena is smitten with you regardless. He just wants to see you happy, and to him, just seeing your smile is payment enough for him.

#twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #twst #ruggie bucci x reader #twst ruggie #ruggie x reader #ruggie bucchi #savanaclaw #romantic #matchups

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jee-ns · 3 years

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(v) ladybugs. // kjn. // one-shot.

you couldn’t do anything. it was a curse you thought. all these years you’ve been through you’ve been waiting for this day. but what’s stopping you? what if you don’t want to get better. what if you wanted to stay this way. she was a miracle. that should’ve happened a long time ago.

notes : i am so very sorry for the delay. lol i like procrastinating. anyways im kinda falling out of love with blackpink someone send help. - admin 🗣

warnings : alcohol, broken glass, death, alot of blood

words : 1.5k

last : (iv) ladybugs

it’s been approximately 5 hours since jennie ran away from you into the forest. after you broke the news about your heart problem and the surgery. she got emotional and thought you trusted her. which you did. but when you’re with her you feel like there’s nothing wrong with you.

so you just blatantly forget about your heart and focused on her the whole time. you guys don’t exchange alot of words. she was the one who always done the talking.

you're usually uncomfortable around strangers but she seems to pull you out of your comfort zone and actually do fun stuff. like sleeping under the stars which your mother would never let you do. she has always been strict on you. you know she loves you a lot. she loves you so much that she still work extra shifts to support your surgery. which you're grateful for. but she just doesn't let you have any freedom and you rarely see her. that's why you're at your grandma's.

the wind was blowing through your curtains. a piece of the night ray glowing in your room. the whole day you didn't talk to jennie nor have you seen her. after she ran away you couldn’t find her.

but tonight with the sudden feeling of adventurousness. you decided you should probably try to find her. incase she’s in danger or something. you got up from your bed and went to your window.

your eyes stalked over the tree. thinking about where she might be. you hoped she wasn’t in the woods because as much as you like to believe it you’re not that brave like what jennie said.

but instead you got the courage to grab a flashlight from your bedside table and headed straight down and into the woods. it was eerie. the sound of the twigs under your feet. and the sound of the wind blowing the wind.

you walked through the trees that was once pretty but now petrifying. then you’ve finally arrived at the lake. the moonlight cascading on to the shallow water. making it look like the lake was glowing.

for a second you forgot why you were there as you gazed was on the glistening water. until you looked around the lake. then there it was.

a house. it was a normal suburban house. the house was partly barricaded. it was all across the lake you had to take a long walk to get to it.

upon arriving at the old rickety house. you studied it. the paint was peeling off, the stairs into the house was missing some steps, half if the roof was gone. but what caught your eye the most was a window. it had a ladybug sticker on it.

you didn’t know what got into you but you had a tingly feeling that jennie is somewhere in the house. your eyes was on the window as you walk into the house.

once you got passed the entrance, a wave of smell took over. it smelt like rotting. you scowled and put your free hand up to your nose to block the horrid smell out.

you looked around. there was some broken glass on the floor. the whole placed reek of alcohol and the smell was noisome. you almost gagged as you went inside further.

you looked around with the flashlight. there was some water dripping from. it was most probably the lavatory.

after scouting the first floor. you found nothing. just more alcoholic smell in the kitchen and glass bottles almost everywhere. “what the hell happened.”

now you were infront the stairs that led to the upper half of the house. as you made it to the top. the moonlight shone down on the hallway considering of the half torned off roof.

you made your way down the carpeted hallway right beside the stairs. there were 2 rooms. you arrived infront of the first one. the handle was rusty. you wrapped your hand around it, you were digusted. it was slimy, you had a hard time twisting it.

you pushed the wooden door open. it was hard to push open but you managed. it made a loud creek throughout the whole house. 'how long has this place been abandoned for?' a billion questions ran through your mind. you held up your flashlight to to get a better look of the room.the wallpaper was worn out and the roof has leaks too.

you moved the flashlight to the floor to see clothes scattered on the floor from the closet, glass shards from the window and random items. 'it looks like someone was in a hurry' you thought hard on what would have happened here. you took another look in the dark room with your flashlight.

something caught your eye. the glass shards had some dark maroon colour. then you realized it was blood. then there was more it was a trail. you displayed the light on it and it led to another room down the hall. you stood there by the door frame scared.

you brace yourself as you decide to follow the blood trail. you needed to find jennie and apologize to her. she was your everything. she helped you alot. the further you went down the hallway, the amount of blood increase, and so does the horrid smell.

another batch of questions was running through your head and some of the questions you didn't want answers too. your finally face to face with the wooden door . it had the letter 'j' imprinted on it. and there was some princess stickers on it.

there was trails of dried blood drops under the door. you’re frightened, scared, shaking too, you were deciding if this was the right thing to do or not as you stare at the steel door handle that has dried blood smeared around it.

you took a deep breathe with your eyes closed and remember why you're doing this, for jennie. your hand slowly reach the door handle and twist it slowly. the door also had the same loud creak as the last one but what more concerned is the stench that struck through your nose was stronger than it was a second ago, you couldn’t identify the smell before but now, you were sure, was a rotten smell.

you had to cover your nose, the atmosphere in the room felt so.. off, it was pitch black, not even the slightest bit of moon light were in the room, your mind is a mess at this moment you gain courage to use your flashlight again, you lightened the dried up blood trail that you were following into the room, the amount of blood increased, you stopped when you saw a quite big amount of blood on the floor, with more alcohol glass shards that were covered in blood, whats with this house and alcohol glass shards?

“is this the cause of the smell?” you wondered, with a slight hope it is you moved your flashlight further to see a smeared blood trail leading somewhere, you're swallowed your saliva as you were nervous to even see more. the smeared blood trail leads to the side of the bed, a bed?

you move your flashlight on the bed, there's something under the cover of the bed which made you curious “is this where the smell's coming from” your brain was screaming to not come any closer but your heart resist as you slowly step closer, the smell got stronger and the “something happen to look” long as if, its a.. person.

you were stunned by your conclusion, everything become more scarier than it is. you thought to yourself maybe this was a bad idea, you should get out of here. just as you turn away, you could hear her calling you, a gentle low familiar voice, that has been the one to always calm you down calling your name.

'jennie?' you thought to yourself in shock making you turn yourself back to the bed “jennie” you said just under a whisper as the feeling of missing her overcame you. approaching closer, you reach for the cover that was painted with blood and slowly pull it down. the moon light suddenly found its way into the room, the light caressed her face lightly as you cover your mouth in disbelief, tears formed in your widening eyes.

the full moon was companied by the bright stars that light up the sky that night. the fireflies came out to play above the high, shrubbery grass as they lightened the view. The footsteps of the child running in the grass could be heard by the nearby trees. your sobbing could be heard by the moon. your breathing became messy as you are gasping for air after all the running and crying.

this won’t be good for your heart, but you don’t care. everyone dies anyway. all you knew was to run. the footsteps stopped, you stood in front of the tree. “Our Tree” you thought. Your breath become shaky from the run. you tried to hold in your cry causing you to sob. there she is on the branch.

“jennie..”

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shoutaaizawas · 4 years

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hii :) can i request shoto with either a college au or fake dating au with the prompt “kiss me again” FLUFF FLUFF FLUFF (nfsw if it flows and ONLY if you want) please

thank you for the request! i always forget how much i like writing todoroki. im sorry but i don’t do nsfw but please take my offering of a kissing scene haha

↳ todoroki shoto x reader → ❝all-nighter❞

event: au!prompts summary: you never expected to become friends with shoto todoroki but when you need to share a book for a project due in the morning you end up bonding. word count: 1,939 tags/warnings: fluff, incident with a creepy guy at a party, comfort, first kiss a/n: i don’t know what college is like bear with me. thanks to @lilli-chae for the college insight. also im giving myself a reward for writing and posting before ten at night lol

Todoroki Shoto was the last person you ever expected to befriend. He was a rich boy from a rich family and those were people you usually tried to steer clear of. He was always silent, if someone asked you what he sounded like you wouldn’t be able to answer them. And he always stared, it wasn’t in a creepy way like some guys but it still unsettled you. You had a few classes with him but had only heard a few words from him.

The first time you ran into him he was lost on campus. It was oddly endearing, the sight of him standing there looking around confused. You asked him where he was going and it happened to be the same class as you. He hadn’t said much except for a ‘thank you’ once you reached the class.

It wasn’t until one night at the library that you started to see him differently. You had a project due the next day. Had you received it weeks ago? Yes, but in your defense, you had a lot of other projects. Okay, maybe you had procrastinated too much. It was late and you needed a specific textbook for the assignment. With your ice coffee in hand, you made your way to the library ready to pull an all-nighter.

As you reached for the book you were already so exhausted you hadn’t realized that someone else was reaching for it at the same time.

“Oh, I’m sorry.” You said looking up only to see Todoroki.

“Sorry.” He said, looking sheepish.

“I’ll grab another copy-” As you looked at the shelf you realized there was only one. “Oh.”

“My project is due tomorrow, otherwise I would offer to use it after you.” He said.

“Mine too.” You said. “We could share it if you don’t mind.”

“That seems like the best option.” He agreed.

The two of you set up at a table big enough for both of you to spread out. It turns out you had the same topic for the same class.

“So do you procrastinate a lot too?” You said trying to break the ice with some humor.

“Not normally.” He said but didn’t elaborate.

“I wish I could say the same but this happens to me more than I’d like to admit.” You said. “You can use it first, I have to get it started before I need the information.”

Shoto nodded and took the book before getting to work.

It was surprising how likable Shoto was once he opened up. He was a bit stiff and awkward but he was really funny and very considerate. You felt bad judging him on his family status. He was nothing like the rich brats you had encountered in the past.

The two of you would take breaks, you would offer him snacks, and most likely due to the sleep exhaustion, you shared a lot of personal stories. His family was something else. The more you got to know him all the pieces of who he was fit together.

The last thing you expected was to wake up with your head on his shoulder in the library the next morning.

“Shoto.” You said nudging him awake. You looked at your phone, you had less than ten minutes to get to class for your presentations. “Wake up we have to hurry.” You said.

Shoto’s different colored eyes opened and looked at you in confusion before he realizes where he was.

The two of you quickly scrambled to pick up all of your stuff and run to class. Thankfully everything had been pretty much done before you fell asleep but you were upset you wouldn’t be able to grab a coffee to wake you up before class.

Since that night you considered Shoto a friend. You would study together sometimes and grab a coffee or lunch between classes. You found yourself confiding in him and he did the same with you.

“When did you and our school’s prettiest boy become best friends?” Your friend Mina asked.

“I think best friend is a bit strong, we just barely started hanging out.” You said.

“Well, best friend was me going easy on the teasing. The real question is when did you capture his icy heart?” Mina teased.

“Wow, okay. There has been no capturing of icy hearts.” You defended as your face heated up. Sure, Shoto was handsome and you liked his personality a lot but that didn’t mean you had a crush on him and you knew there was no way he would have a crush on you.

“Have you seen the way he looks at you?” She questioned.

“Yeah, he looks at me like he does everyone else.” You said.

“If that’s what you want to tell yourself,” Mina said throwing her hands up.

“It is what I’ll be telling myself.”

You did your best to push Mina’s words away but you’d be lying if you said you didn’t try to sneak glances at the way Shoto looked at you. Was his gaze softer when he looked at you? It had to just be your mind making it up.

It was a Friday night and that meant parties. Normally you were more of a stay at home and play video games and eat snacks kind of person but your friends wanted to go out and it had been a while so you agreed.

You ended up at a party on campus, it felt like almost everyone from school was there. You found yourself looking for one person in particular but you couldn’t spot him. Your heart sank a little bit, one of your motivations for going out was the hope that you would see Shoto.

You hadn’t meant to drink that much, you really didn’t have that many drinks but your tolerance wasn’t the greatest. You were having a good time, dancing with your friends. That was until some guy grabbed at you. Instinctually you hit him across the face gaining most people’s attention.

“Did he touch you?” A familiar voice said, your classmate Bakugou stood at your side in an instant with an intimidating glare. He was a bit over the top but underneath it all, he was a nice guy. Mina hung out with his group a lot and you had tagged along at times.

“Yeah.” You nodded. You didn’t have to say another word before Bakugou was dragging him out of the party, his friends Kirishima, Denki, and Sero following along. Mina rushed to your side pulling you out of the party in the opposite direction.

“Are you good?” She asked.

It was nice, the cool air of the night. Your head had been spinning but the ordeal had sobered you up a lot.

“Yeah, I’m okay.” You told her.

“What happened?” A concerned voice interrupted. Shoto approached with concern on his face.

Mina explained what had happened and you saw an anger in Shoto you hadn’t seen before. He moved to the direction he assumed Bakugou had taken the man but you grabbed his arm.

“Can you get me out of here?” You asked him. You didn’t want him getting involved, this had been bad enough. You just wanted to pretend it hadn’t happened.

“Of course.” He said before looking to Mina. She nodded and Shoto placed his had between your shoulder blades and guided you away. “Are you hungry?”

“I could eat.” You answered.

The two of you ended up in a 24/7 diner not too far away. Sitting down in a booth under the fluorescent lights you already felt better just being in Shoto’s presence.

It was quiet. You ordered water and chicken strips. You weren’t sure what to say, you didn’t want to talk about what had happened and Shoto seemed upset.

“I should have been there sooner.” He finally said. “My father called me, held me up.”

Was he blaming himself for not being there?

“Shoto, it’s not your fault. It’s no one’s fault. I’m just happy that I got to see you tonight and to be honest hanging out here is a lot better than at that loud house.”

Shoto sighed but his expression softened.

“I’m glad I’m getting to spend time with you too.” He said.

After that the mood was more relaxed, you talked about different things and laughed at Shoto’s jokes. Once you were done eating Shoto paid for your food, refusing to let you do so before he walked you back to the dorm you shared with Mina.

“Do you want to stay for a bit?” You asked.

“Aren’t you tired?” He asked.

“I don’t want to be alone.” You admitted quietly.

Shoto walked in without a word. You sat on your bed opening up your laptop putting on something to watch before placing it on the table beside your bed. Shoto hesitantly joined you, sitting beside you leaving some space.

In retrospect you probably had a little leftover liquid courage from your drinks earlier when you scooted over closer to him, your leg pressed against his. Or maybe you just needed the comfort of having someone you trust close.

It was nice. The sound of Shoto’s soft breathes, the warmth that came from him, the way his arm brushed against yours. It was all comforting and helped the tenseness in your body melt away.

Before you could stop yourself you rested your head against his shoulder, you tensed for a moment waiting for a reaction but Shoto said nothing. A few moments later you were shocked when he took your hand in his softly. You couldn’t stop yourself from looking up at him. His soft gaze was already on you.

It felt unavoidable, unstoppable, the need to lean up and press your lips against his. At that moment you didn’t think of any consequences the action could have. It just felt right. Shoto didn’t pull back, rather he leaned forward meeting you halfway. His right hand cupped your cheek, you felt so small in his grip. His left hand moved to your waist pulling you closer.

After a moment you pulled back to take a breath.

“Kiss me again,” Shoto said. You smiled at him and leaned in again. You adjusted yourself so you could wrap your arms around him, holding him close. It felt unreal. How could things change so quickly in one moment? In one second Shoto was your friend who you may or may not have a crush on and in the next you were kissing him wondering how you could ever lie to yourself.

How could you not like Shoto? He was so good to you, so interesting in every way. Every day your thoughts drifted to him whether you tried to stop them or not. You couldn’t get him out of your head. When you saw a cute dog you thought ‘I bet Shoto would like to see this dog.’ When you ate at a new place you thought ‘I think Shoto would like the food here.’

How had you convinced yourself you didn’t like him?

“I really like you.” You said pulling back again but keeping your hold on each other.

“I really like you too.” He whispered against your lips, looking deeply into your eyes. “Go on a date with me. Please.”

“How can I say no?” You smiled before kissing him again.

“Hey, how are you doing?” Mina’s voice filled your dorm room as the door opened. You and Shoto froze as Mina stared. “Nevermind, looks like you’re doing great.” She said before shutting the door and leaving.

“I’m never gonna hear the end of it from her.” You sighed.

#todoroki x reader #shoto x reader #todoroki shoto x reader #shoto todoroki x reader #bnha #mha #mha x reader #bnha x reader #todoroki shoto #my writing #au prompts #atruebalance #sfw

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yuzenji-archive · 4 years

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HOW WOULD HAIKYUU BOYS MAKE LIGAW TO YOU?

KARASUNO THIRD YEARS VER!

SYNOPSIS // a series made from the author’s procrastination. please enjoy this series of giri’s headcanons where the haikyuu boys are filipinos.

NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR // im so sorry for what i made hahahahhhaha hope yall enjoy this

LIGAW // v. to court, to woo.

DAICHI —

oho hes the boy u want ur parents to meet

super respectful

when he goes to see u or whateva he has flowers or tiny gifts

definitely has his priorities straight, he balances his ligaw time with his studies and volleyball and shtuff

ur cousins love him!! and ur uncles too, they invite him for inuman lol but ur aunts and grandma like talking to him, he’s a big delight!

is definitely very serious about courting u and he wants to make a really good impression on ur family

secretly vowed to ur parents/parent/guardian that he will protect u no matter what and that’s a promise he will never ever EVER break

hes the type to write notes to u before the class starts, and always got teased by the guys when he looks at u ayiiiiiii daw HAHA

also offers the help with studies, ya know.. study dates aw my heart <3

hes very responsible as an individual, and u really really like that about him

he courted u for about two years before u said yes to him, and boy was he the happiest kid on earth

KŌSHI —

everyone’s crush is here!!

everyone wants to be u because pogi here is courting u, which means u get some cheesy harana every once in a while

sometimes he gets shooed away by ur guardian/parent bc hes singing outside ur window at night like bro go to bed

he likes jam sessions in class, so he most likely and purposely sings the songs he sang to u so u know that this song is For U and for u only

everyone knows hes singing to u even if hes not directly singing to u, everyone just KNOWS

and ur classmate would start nudging u and stuff like uuuuuuy pansinin mo naman daw kasi si pogi (tr: go give some attention to the handsome kid)

anyways hes extremely cheesy so beware of the cheesy ass pick up lines, i dont make the rules i really dont

hes the type to call on u when he gets called on like.. to read or go up to the board to write something, he just likes holding ur hand when he hands u the chalk/pen

hes quite shy when hes alone with u, like yeah hes all mighty when hes with his friends, but like hes a shy dude when hes actually sitting next to u in class omg

has bought u rings and stuff, he says its a promise ring <3

he probably made ligaw to u for a year and three months, his singing really made his way to ur heart p quickly

ASAHI —

mane, hes the sweetest boy out there

ur parent/guardian always asks “dadating ba si pogi?” before dinner bc this one time u invited him to eat dinner, ur parent/guardian really liked him (tr: is handsome coming tonight?)

a nervous wreck all the time!!

he was clammy on the first day u told him to come and meet ur parents/parent/guardian, like he wanted to make a good impression

hes very mature-looking so he didnt want to come off as someone who is waaaay older than u when really ur the around the same age

he buys things that u remind him of, like the cute heart necklace or a star even

he always has something to give u every day in class, even if its food

he offers to study with u as well before quizzes or exams, he likes doing that bc he likes spending time with u

definitely the type to carry ur books or like offers help with passing out papers or whatevur, he just likes being with u despite his very timid nature

even after u said yes to him, hes still fuckin nervous being around ur parents/parent/guardian and hes always worried that he’ll fuck things up or whatever

he courted u for two and a half years, but at some point in him starting out, he said he would wait forever for ur sweet yes ayiiiii hes so sweet and was a blushing mess right after

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an-animagoose · 3 years

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Abel info dump 2 me about ur ocs challenge

alright its 12am and i dont expect this to make sense, read at your own risk but heres a bullshit couple paragraphs on ashley underwood,

this is mostly ash because i think about her the most and this will make no sense because i haven't talked about her in literal months. ash is very complicated to me because i messed a lot with her characterization for a while and i still do, and i constantly wonder if I'm just shoving her into something convenient and stereotypical and therefore lessening her value, and then i decided that shes not real and i can make characters that don't make sense to anyone else but myself and i no longer also have to watch someone else take away pieces from her while i sit silently confused and hurt like i did before. anyway, she's very special to me because i put myself in her in a lot of small ways because she was the first oc i properly created. i made her originally for a fantasy storyline i was doing with some friends, and i thought she was very cool because she could do magic (doctor strange-esque, im not original) and then i gave her some trauma because its the next logical step. now i mostly think of her in all the modern aus that were created, and a lot of its with her old love interest (they had a very cool dynamic, sometimes childhood best friends to lovers, both with no idea how to be functional members of society, but i dont know if I'm like legally allowed to discuss them anymore so if i mention it once or twice my bad i just like knowing how my ocs act in relationships). i don't really know how I'm supposed to write things so I'm just going to put some general information and then ramble for a billion words cool sorry

general things!! shes a disaster bisexual whos 5′8″ and surviving on coffee and spite, she has freckles and tan skin (half Spanish on her mom's side- speaking of her parents died when she was 10 either in a car accident or a murder I didn't make my mind up) very curly brown hair and worrying bags under her eyes. she can look intimidating at first because she has one of those resting bitch faces and a dislike of being alive (there's a little bit of mental illness as a treat) also I'm really tired writing this I'm so sorry

she's an English major- she loves books, spent most her teenage years with her nose in one because it was easier than talking to people and also they're Fucking Good, she has shelves filled with them and two copies of her favourites so she can fill one with notes and annotations and she cries is she ever accidentally ruins one, she never sleeps when she should, staying up till the early morning and then napping at every chance she gets (she has fallen asleep on all of her friends so often, and never makes it through the second hour of the movie unless it's important), she starfishes when she sleeps and is a nightmare to wake up because she will tell you rather impolitely to “leave her the fuck alone” (getting out of bed means dealing with the world and it's so tiring to do it over and over), she’s constantly cold, wrapped up in sweaters and if she's comfortable enough, clings to the closets human heater. speaking of, it takes her a while to warm up to people, used to absolutely shut herself off from getting close to people in fear of them leaving before going to ~therapy~. she gets top grades in school because she works until shes burnt out and puts an overwhelming amount of pressure on herself, breaks down when she cant understand something in the first few tries because it feels like a failure, she does debate and writes poems and lyrics in beat up notebooks, hides them when people come over and owns like 3 guitars, sings unreasonably well and has scarily specific playlists, has round glasses she only wears when she has to because she cant see shit far away, catches colds often, brushes them off till shes forced into a bed, she studies the stars because theyre beautiful and unattainable and reads psychology books and likes true crime but only when theres a satisfying ending, she shows love through acts of service and physical touch, likes receiving quality time and words of affirmation, she takes polaroids of all her friends and sticks a bunch to her wall so she can stare at them and know that things are worth it now, has posters and art to remind herself of the little joys in life, will fight you about the star wars movies, overly competitive in a lot of things (mario-kart is a dangerous fucking game), curses a lot, stress bakes and cries when something goes slightly wrong, accidentally collects a following on tiktok from shitposting at 4am and having a nice aesthetic (and being pretty), would be the mysterious girl who you see/works at the bookstore/coffee-shop and fall a little bit in love with, writes essays last minute due to chronic procrastination and still aces it, is a ravenclaw, would be a child of hades in the pjo universe, would play outside hitter in volleyball (yes there was a haikyuu au), would be bassist in a band. i think this is all i can think of tonight because my eyes hurt but feel free to ask questions/ say anything honestly i really missed talking about my ocs and i have: many more that i will also talk about if anyone wants me to, (please. my inbox is so open please tell me abt ur ocs too i think its so fun)

#ok tagging this now bc tumblr fucking broke immediately after i tried posting this #heres ash! it doesnt make loads of sense but its not 12 56 and this is a lot of words #im sorry for the bad formatting and stuff i kinda just wrote what came to mind and can make another version of this another time #fr please skmeone ask me about these mfs i #i gots lizzy n cece n chris and characters ive barely explored n m too tired to but mayhaos #anyway yeah <3 #writing #oc #original character

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dre--scape · 6 years

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Confessions (Sherlock x reader)

FWOOMP IM BACK MY PEEPS || it may look like i’m inactive but i’m really just procrastinating on homework so i’m active almost all the time but i take so long to write,,, i’m so so sorry ;-;

Pairing: Sherlock Holmes (BBC) x gender neutral!reader

Word count: 1702

Request by anon (a long frikin time ago): Could I request a Sherlock x reader high school au? Thanks ❤️

Summary: Childhood friendships can become very confusing.

Requests are open!

Warnings: slight cursing (two words at most), smidge angst(?)

It was quite funny actually, seeing Sherlock Holmes hang out with you, (Y/N) (L/N).

The sarcastic and -often considered- rude teenager hanging out with the open and charming teen. Most people found it weird, some found it endearing, and others made bets on how long it would take for you two to eventually go your separate ways.

You merely laughed at that. Go separate ways after knowing Sherlock? God, life would be so boring after that. Look at you, imitating your best friend’s vernacular. It was only natural for you to pick up his little tells and habits.

“Sherlock! Watson!” You shouted as you spotted them down the hall.

They both looked up and saw you running towards them, making a scene out it. John could’ve sworn you slapped Sally Donovan on the way there and Sherlock smirked.

“You guys looked like you were going to leave me in this hell hole.” You pouted and Sherlock rolled his eyes. “Well you were three minutes late,” He pointed out. “John insisted we wait for you.” A small grin tugged at your lips as you looked over to John.

“I’ve found my new best friend!” You exclaimed, pulling John into a hug. “Don’t get carried away, (Y/N),” John chuckled, rubbing your arm. “I’m with Mary, remember?” The man laughed as you nodded into his chest. “I said best friend, I never said boyfriend,” You mumbled then pulled away.

Sherlock glanced between the two of you and sighed. “Now (Y/N), if you would stop flirting with a taken man,” The taller boy suddenly spoke and both you and John turned to look at him. “Mother is expecting us at home.” You turned to John.

“You’re not coming?” The blond shook his head and smiled. “I promised to take Mary out tonight,” He said and you grinned. “Such a romantic,” You sighed teasingly, placing a hand over your heart. “Oh well,” Sighing, you took a hold of Sherlock’s hand. “Give Mary our best wishes.” You smiled before you felt Sherlock try and pull his hand out of your grip. John saw this and watched in amusement.

“Why are you holding my hand?” Sherlock asked, attempting to tug his hand away. “And don’t forget to use protection!” You called out, ignoring and dragging the taller man behind you.

“(Y/N)!” A smirk tugged onto your lips as you heard John shout in annoyance.

“Why are you holding my hand?” Sherlock reiterated and you shrugged. “It’s cold.” You said simply. “You’re wearing gloves.” He looked down at your intertwined hands and you huffed in defeat. “Fine.” You reluctantly let go of his hand and your hand limply fell to your side.

“Thank you,” He stated and he pulled out his phone from his pocket. “My mother is asking what kind of tea you were thinking of today,” Sherlock said as he checked his screen. “Any,” You mumbled, keeping your stare straight ahead.

He quickly observed the way your hands fidgeted subtly, the slight frown on your face and the small shiver that made the hairs on the back of your neck stand. Sherlock sighed in resignation.

You weren’t really paying attention. Sherlock obviously didn’t allow physical affection and no affection at all. Hell, he didn’t show anyone any kind of affection. You were no exception.

That was until you felt a warm hand wrap around yours.

Your eyes snapped up to an indifferent Sherlock, who continued walking like he wasn’t holding your hand. You turned your head away from Sherlock, a small smile tugging at your lips.

“Are you tired?” You looked up at Sherlock as he rung the doorbell. “Maybe,” You muttered, a large yawn quickly following. He chuckled as you leaned your head on his shoulder. “Maybe?” He asked, a slight edge of teasing could be detected in his voice. “Okay, just a little,” You admitted quietly.

“Where the hell are they?” He mumbled, ringing the bell then knocking furiously on the door with his free hand. “Just use the key to your own home, Holmes.” You giggled tiredly at your own joke which caused Sherlock to roll his eyes once again. “You are very tired.”

“No shit, Sherlock.” You muttered as soon as the door opened. “(Y/N)! Sherlock!” His mum greeted as you let go of Sherlock’s hand. “Mrs. Mum!” You cheered, enveloping her in a hug.

Sherlock huffed out in amusement as all your energy returned. “Come now, we have an array of teas for you to choose!” You laughed sheepishly and waved your hand. “I would’ve been fine with any, I’m sorry for causing you a hassle.” You apologized as she stepped aside to let you in.

“Oh, nonsense!” She exclaimed, rubbing your shoulder soothingly. “You are less of a hassle than my own two sons.” You both laughed and she ushered you in the direction of the kitchen. Sherlock tried to follow until his mum cleared her throat.

He turned around to face his mother, her arms folded. “Aren’t you forgetting anything?” Sherlock scoffed softly, but still gave his mother a kiss on the cheek. “Hello to you too, Sherlock,” She said sternly but lovingly.

“Thank you so much for everything, Mrs. Holmes.” You smiled as she pulled you into a hug. “Of course, honey,” She returned the gesture before pulling away. Your gaze turned upwards towards Sherlock.

You grinned and held out your hand. “Since your mum told you to bring me to the station,” The taller boy sighed before grabbing your hand reluctantly. “Bye Mr. Dad! Bye Mycroft!” You announced, waving your hand animatedly. You saw Mycroft’s eyes travel down to your interlocked hands and a sly smirk spread across his lips. “Goodbye, (Y/N),” The older brother said, nodding his head your way. You stuck your tongue out and smiled graciously at Mr. Holmes before dragging Sherlock out of his home.

“Y’know,” You started, staring up into the rare sight of a starry sky. “I could’ve walked to the station alone.” Sherlock scoffed and looked around at the small town he came to memorize by walking alongside you, “Well, mother would’ve had my head if I let you walk here alone at night, and your grip on my hand isn't much of a help either,” You laughed and swung your arms softly.

Sherlock chuckled at the childish gesture but let you continue anyway.

A few minutes passed before you spoke up. “Why do you do this?” Sherlock turned his attention to you and you huffed in slight amusement.

“Do what-”

“That.”

Now he was genuinely confused, not like he’d ever admit it though.

“Why do you do things differently with me?” You asked as you slowed your pace, letting go of Sherlock’s hand. “You allow me to hold your hand and get intimately friendly, we rarely quip, and hell,” You paused for emphasis. “You give me your attention after I ask one question when it takes John a murder and a breakup!” Your teeth clamped down on your tongue before you tilted your head back, closed your eyes and sighed.

Sherlock noticed how your jaw tightened and how your breathing pattern changed. “We’ve known each other for years, (Y/N), of course I’m going to know everything about you,” He chuckled. “I’m going to know how you like physical attention or how you noticeably get irked everytime you can’t think of an intelligent riposte to an insult,” He watched as your eyes opened, suddenly glossed over.

“Did I offend you?” He asked almost immediately after noticing your response to his observations. “I’m terribly sorry about-”

“That’s what I’m talking about, Sher.”

He froze. You never called him that since year 7.

“You think you know every detail about everyone and every little thing,” You let out a ghost of a laugh. “But you really don’t.” You quickly wiped away a tear from your eye and quickly glanced at Sherlock who obviously noticed it. “I guess I’m just that great of an actor, right?” Sherlock tilted his head, giving away his knowledge of knowing he was dumbfounded.

More tears followed, one after the other, and you merely laughed bitterly. “Goddamn teenage hormones,” You cursed softly. “I’ve fallen in love with you, Sherlock Holmes.”

The aforementioned teen felt a squeeze in his chest. “I’ve fallen in love with your stupid hair and your stupid vocabulary,” He could tell you were running out of the air in your lungs by the crack in your voice. You were close to crying.

“I didn’t want to fall in love with you,” You cried. Sherlock felt the squeeze again when you said that. Was it possible he was actually hurting because of your words? “I really didn’t want to fall in love with someone who wouldn’t love me back!” Your legs gave out from under you and you collapsed to your knees. Sherlock quickly kneeled down to your height before pulling you into a hug.

You continued to cry into his shoulder, both of you ignoring the harsh weather of London.

“It’s alright,” He soothed, stroking your hair. “It’s too cliché,” You mumbled into his coat. “The best friend from childhood falls in love with the main character,” A sour chuckle escaped your lips before pulling away from his embrace.

A biting smile tugged at your lips as you looked up at Sherlock. “God,” You scoffed and Sherlock returned your gaze. “This is like some cheesy romance fanfic I would read back in year 7,” Both you and Sherlock laughed softly and you buried your face in his shoulder again.

“This won’t change anything, right Sherlock?” You sounded so tired, he wasn’t sure if it was even you who spoke. “My confession won’t change anything?”

Sherlock felt your body start to shake and he pulled you in closer. “No,” He whispered, placing a careful hand on your head. “It won’t change anything except my train of thought.” Your head popped up, eyes wide with worry.

“I’m sorry! We can just ignore-” A chaste kiss to your nose cut you off and you only stared at the boy in front of you, who donned a cheeky grin.

“You’re going to be very distracting, (Y/N) (L/N).”

#sherlock #sherlock bbc #sherlock holmes #sherlock holmes x reader #sherlock holmes one shot #sherlock holmes imagine #sherlock x reader #sherlock one shot #sherlock imagine #benedict cumberbatch #benedict cumberbatch imagine #benedict cumberbatch x reader #benedict cumberbatch one shot

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trblhalfmoon · 5 years

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Trick or Treat

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Summary: You run into an old friend in the least likely way you’d expect.

A/N: This was supposed to be a fic I was trying to put out before Halloween but I procrastinated so hard and now it’s coming out a few weeks before christmas lmao regardless, it’s a Dean fic and we all know the world needs more of those lol im not entirely satisfied with the way it came out but i really just wanted to get it out there, so hope you all enjoy!

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You return home from a grueling trip to the local mart with a bag full of mini sized chocolate bars. Your roommate, Kim Taehyung, glances up from where he’s sprawled on the couch and immediately gets up to steal the bag, ripping one open and popping a snickers into his mouth.

“What took you so long?” he asks, mouth full of chocolate.

“I told you to stop talking with your mouth full,” you remove your jacket as you catch him rolling his eyes. “And save those for the trick or treaters!”

You snatch the bag back from him and pour it into an empty bowl by the door. “You’re the one who insisted we needed candy for tonight,” you swat away his hand as he attempts to reach for another piece. “I never would have thought Halloween to be a big deal around here if you hadn’t said anything.”

“Yep,” he heads back to the couch. “Whoever said it was a dying holiday has never lived around these parts.”

It’s true, for the most part your parent’s neighborhood was full of grown-up kids too occupied with parties and functions to be wrapped up in the act of going door to door for free candy. It’s only been a few months since you’ve moved into your new apartment, but you’ve yet to meet any of your neighbors and you can’t deny your curiosity.

“Anyway, check out the list of movies I’ve chosen,” your roommate waves his phone in the air calling you over.

“Tae,” you give him a look after reading the first couple titles, “these are all horror movies.”

He scoffs as if it should be obvious. “Duh, it’s Halloween.”

You raise a brow, “Are you sure you’re down? You’re not exactly…”

“Not exactly what?” He asks, full attention now on you.

“You’re a big softie,” you return his phone, retreating into the kitchen to make some popcorn before he can launch a pillow at you. You can’t help but laugh as he loudly protests from the couch.

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“Ahhhh!”

You drop a handful of popcorn in reflex to your roommate’s shrill scream, ready to berate him before he bursts out laughing.

“Taehyung, do you have to yell every time the doorbell rings?” you roll your eyes.

He shoots you a pointed look but you only throw a piece of popcorn at him. “What do you expect, it’s a horror movie!”

You shake your head in response, “Go get that, it’s your turn.”

He reluctantly gets up from the couch as you pause the movie and scroll on your phone. You can hear yelling coming from outside and a lot of laughter, but you think nothing of it until it takes him seconds too long to return.

You peek down the hallway to see him standing at the door, hands on his hips and irritation in his voice. “Yah, aren’t you too old to be trick or treating?”

“Come on bro, hook us up!” an unfamiliar male’s voice sings from the other side of the entrance.

You decide to round the corner and poke your head out from behind your roommate, curious to catch a glimpse of the cause of trouble.

“No way! Sup, dude!”

Taehyung looks between you and the trick or treater, his friend’s arm slung around his neck as he supports the majority of his weight.

“Dean? I didn’t know you live around here,” you exclaim.

You give him a once over; he looks just as good as ever.

“Not me, I’m here with this loser,” he motions to his friend whose arm is slung around his shoulder.

“HI! I’m Zico!” the other male greets a little too loudly and clearly drunk.

“You deal with them,” Taehyung turns away already disinterested. “I’m going back to the movie.”

“Sorry about him,” you offer once he’s out of earshot, not quite sure what you’re apologizing for.

“You better be, he won’t give us candy!” Zico slurs angrily.

“Oh, I’m sorry,” you apologize again while reaching for the bowl behind the door.

“Don’t be,” Dean laughs as you hand them fist fulls of candy. “We actually already got some, Zico just wanted more.”

Zico leans forward to stroke your chin before parading off in a loud commotion. “Thanks for the hook up, baby girl!”

Dean shakes his head and laughs and you take this quick moment to study him. His cheeks are a rosy pink, eyes squinting with excitement as he calls after his friend. You can tell he’s buzzed too, but the thing that catches your attention is what you remember the most.

He smells exactly as you remembered. An intoxicatingly sweet and forbidden smell that used to make your head spin. It’s mixed with traces of alcohol and cigarettes, but you don’t miss it as he lingers at your front door.

“Well, it was nice seeing you,” you smile at him while reaching for the door.

“Wait,” he calls out, giving you his crinkly-eyed smile you remember so well. “Zico’s place is a couple complexes down. There’s a party going on right now if you’re interested.”

“Oh, I don’t know... I’m marathoning horror movies with my roommate,” you hesitate, very much wanting to say yes.

Dean only smiles back. “Apartment 130 if you change your mind.”

Just like that he’s gone, chasing after his friend who you can hear laughing the next complex over. You sigh, closing the door to return to Taehyung who you find peeking around the corner having watched the whole exchange.

“So?” he asks curiously, eyes following you back to your seat on the couch.

“So?” you thoughtlessly return his question as you reach for the remote.

“Are you serious?” he laughs, jumping over the backrest to snatch the remote from your hand. “The sexual tension was so palpable I could feel it down the hallway.”

You take a moment to check if he’s being serious. “You are crazy.”

“What’s so crazy about it? You two obviously have history.”

“We used to work together a couple years ago.”

“That’s it?”

You pause before you answer. Taehyung takes your hesitation as a sign and scoots closer to you on the couch. The tv screen is still frozen, movie long forgotten from Dean’s unexpected reappearance after all these years.

“We were coworkers at an old lab I used to work for. We weren’t really close, maybe you could consider us friends...but that’s really only because I saw him everyday at work.”

“So you guys were never a thing?” Taehyung seems determined to fish for more info.

“No,” you respond with an eye roll having to answer the same question for the third time. “We were both in relationships. Besides, all the girls at work would fight for his attention. I didn’t want any part in that.”

“But there was obviously something there,” he offers. “Take it as you want, but I’m an outsider looking in. So if someone like me can see that, then obviously you can’t because you’re biased.”

You take a second to process his words but it’s no use. “I don’t know, Taehyung.”

“Do you like him?”

His question throws you off guard. “I mean, he’s cool and everything.”

Now it’s Taehyung’s turn to roll his eyes. “That’s not what I mean.”

“I don’t know. I remember feeling...guilty all the time after working with him. Don’t take it the wrong way, nothing ever happened! I’m just not sure what it was about him back then,” you quickly add after Taehyung gives you an accusing look.

“It sounds like a mini crush or something,” he offers. “But you were obviously conflicted because you were both in relationships.”

“I don’t even want to call it that,” you close your eyes remembering the guilt.

“What was it about him?” your roommate gets comfortable on the couch crossing his feet into your lap as he leans against the armrest.

“I don’t know...he smelled good.”

Taehyung bursts out laughing, “Seriously?”

“Shut up,” you defend yourself while throwing a pillow aimed for his face to which he clumsily dodges. “It was so...intoxicating.”

“Well i’m sure there’s more,” Taehyung prods you through fits of laughter.

“He’s funny, nice, and he was really...flirty,” you add remembering all the times you attempted to flirt back; memories you have trained yourself to suppress.

“Even though he had a girlfriend at the time?” Taehyung asks to which you nod. “Did he ever talk about her?”

You think for a moment, “Now that you mention it...no, I don’t think I’ve ever heard from his mouth that he had one. But all the girls would always talk about her.”

Taehyung cocks a brow and smiles something sinister. “Sounds like a fuck boy.”

You uneasily return his smile. That was the talk of all the girls back then; Dean seemed to always love the attention he got from everyone. Almost as if he knew exactly what he was doing. Were you just one of the many victims stupid enough to fall for it?

You’ve always wanted to say you weren’t, that his charisma and charm had no effect on you, but you know that’s a lie. Even though nothing had ever happened between you two, you know being around him had messed with your mind, whether you knew the reason or not. Feeling excited whenever you saw your names together on the schedule, disappointment when he called out sick or didn’t show up to work…

“So are you gonna go?” Taehyung asks, pulling you from your thoughts.

“No way,” you wave him off. “I already told him I had plans.”

Your roommate snorts, “We can do this anytime. Don’t worry about me, I won’t be offended if you ditch me for Dean.”

The thought of going to the party alone only knowing one person there is enough to refuse the offer. Your roommate watches you closely from across the couch.

“Will you come with me?”

“I thought you’d never ask,” the male literally bounces from his seat. “Let’s ditch these movies and go have fun!”

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You knew this was a bad idea from the start. Already an hour into the party and Taehyung seems to have wandered off in a claim to grab you both drinks. Knowing the social butterfly that he is, he’s probably already befriended half of the people here.

You’ve never been to a halloween party before, so you weren’t entirely sure what to expect. Taehyung assured you that everyone dresses up for these things, but you feel slightly out of place in your red suspenders and blue shorts. You’ve long ditched your pokeball and squirtle plushie, hiding it in your bag in an attempt to look more dressed down. Taehyung had come as a ninja, but even then, his all black attire could easily pass as a normal outfit.

“Misty! Where’s your Ash?” someone slurs at you from behind.

You’re making your way outside to the back when you’re stopped in the kitchen by someone you don’t know. Unsure of what to say, you offer a nervous laugh and drop your gaze to your new acquaintance.

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen you before,” a cute, petite brunette peers at you through round spectacles.

She’s wearing a black robe with Gryffindor’s emblem patched onto the right side with a matching red and gold tie. She’s mastered the messy-bun, loose strands of hair falling along her forehead and dancing along her neatly kept eyebrows right above her fake glasses. You notice her cheeks a burning red and a huge smile on her face; she’s clearly drunk.

“Nice costume,” you try to deflect, feeling a slimmer of hope when her eyes grow wide in appreciation.

“Thanks! I’m Brooke, who are you?”

“______,” you extend your hand to which she takes too long to return the gesture, eventually giving you a weak, sloppy shake.

“I’m looking for…” she furrows her brow, the struggle on her face evident as she tries to remember the person of interest.

“Hey, you made it!”

Another person in similar garment as Brooke comes beside you with a big grin on his face. He studies your costume, eyebrows raised, and it takes everything in you not to squirm under his gaze.

“Hi Dean,” you reply meekly, surprised by his again sudden reappearance.

He takes a quick glance at Brooke before addressing you and turning on his heel towards the backdoor, “This calls for a beer!”

You briefly catch a glimpse of the patch on the front of his robe, Slytherin, different than it’s Gryffindor counterpart but still similar enough to imply that the two are -

“Dean, wait!” Brooke calls after him, scuttling around you without a second thought and leaving you standing in the middle of the kitchen alone.

“This was stupid,” you mutter to yourself as you make your way back into the living room to find Taehyung.

You spot the blonde headed boy, much too comfortable on the couch with an unknown redhead sitting on his lap. Leave it up to Taehyung to seduce a random stranger. He’s whispering something in her ear, but you have no shame to intrude as you stand directly before them, eyes trained on him.

The female is quick to display her annoyance with your intrusion, eyeing you up and down before Taehyung finally gives you his attention. He grabs her waist when she makes the motions to leave and you catch him whispering, “It’s okay, that’s just my friend.”

“Tae, we need to go,” you roll your eyes at his demoting comment. “This was a terrible idea.”

“I don’t think so,” he turns his attention back to the girl, giving her ass a playful squeeze as she giggles in response.

“Taehyung,” you try for his attention one more time, adding urgency to your voice.

“Have you seen Dean yet?” Taehyung asks, distracted as he nips at the female’s jawline.

“You know Dean?” the red-headed female pipes up. “If you’re looking for him, he’s most likely with Brooke. They’ve been fighting all night.”

This snaps Taehyung out of his spell as he finally gives you his full attention. You try to hide the hurt look on your face but it’s too late and he’s seen it seconds before you replace it with a smile.

“Thanks, but i’m not looking for him. I’m going to head out now,” you respond to no one in particular.

You make it halfway to the door before someone grabs your wrist and spins you around. Your blond headed roommate stares back at you, sympathy in his eyes as he grips you.

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have insisted we come,” he entwines his fingers around yours in apology.

You look down at your joined hands and back at the redhead on the couch whose mouth is agape with shock. To anyone else Taehyung’s actions would be suggestive, but this is normal of your friendship. You’ve both always been comfortable in your skinship knowing it’s entirely platonic.

“It’s okay,” you try to supress your disappointment, unable to get the image of Brooke and Dean’s matching robes out of your head. “It’s not like we could have known.”

“Let’s get out of here, yeah?” Taehyung soothes the back of your hand with strokes of his thumb.

“You don’t have to leave because of me, Tae. I shouldn’t have interrupted you,” you glance back at the couch with a pang of guilt.

“I came along because of you, dummy,” he bumps his forehead against yours. “Besides, she wasn’t that great of a kisser anyway.”

You stifle a laugh as you watch the red-head stomp out of the room. Hands still entwined, the two of you make your way towards the exit with you leading the way, almost making it out the door only to run right into Dean’s chest.

“Ow,” you rub your forehead before you can process what happened.

“Leaving already?” Dean smiles apologetically, two beers in hand and Brooke nowhere in sight.

Taehyung reflexively moves in front of you as if to push past him. “Yep, thanks for the invite,” he greets hum curtly.

Dean stares down at your hands and raises his eyebrows. His smile diminishes slightly but he continues to block the exit. “Not without a drink first,” he insists.

You hesitate, unsure whether to take the offer but Taehyung decides for you. He pushes past Dean and drags you alongside him with a quick, “No thanks, we have to get going.”

Your shoulder brushes against Dean and you freeze. You’re overcome with his presence again, inhaling that sweet, mysterious scent you’ve grown so fond of and quickly inebriating yourself. Taehyung senses your hesitation and tries to pull on your arm again, but it’s too late.

“Actually Tae, go ahead...I think i’m gonna stay a bit longer,” you stare at Dean before you have a chance to really think about what you’re doing.

Dean’s smile returns full scale while Taehyung gapes at you in disbelief. “A-are you sure?” he tugs you closer to whisper, knowing just as well as you that this is a bad idea.

“Yeah, maybe just an hour or something,” you’ve already let go of his hand at this point.

Your roommate knows it’s pointless to talk you out of it; you’ve already made up your mind but he lingers, clearly conflicted about your decision.

“Be careful,” he whispers one more time before turning to leave.

Dean doesn’t waste another minute as he hands you the beer, clinking his bottle against it in a silent cheer. You take a gulp as you watch him take several swigs from his bottle; watching his adam’s apple bob up and down at the motion, following the trail of the tattoo on his neck to his jawline and moving further to his lips that are wrapped tightly around the bottle…

You suddenly feel dizzy and try to distract yourself with more gulps of your beer. You have to avert your gaze somewhere else when you’re unable to get the inappropriate thoughts out of your head.

“So whatcha been up to?” Dean asks as he chucks his empty bottle into a nearby trash can.

“Not much really, just taking some time off work,” you tuck a loose strand behind your ear. “How bout you?”

“Same. I’ve been keeping myself busy though,” he’s all smiles. Just like you remember.

A few moments of silence pass and you shift on your feet uncomfortably. It’s been so long, you’re not sure what to talk about, so you try your luck with small talk.

“So, Slytherin?” you motion at the green patch stitched onto his robe. Unlike Brooke, he is sans a tie, wearing only a black t-shirt with black fitted jeans.

“Yup,” is his only response. You deflate a little; you were hoping to get more out of him about his matching outfit. “So, Misty?”

To be honest, this was the only thing you could throw together in the short amount of time you had to prepare. But you don’t want to tell him that.

“Just cause,” you shrug, trying to sound cooler than you actually feel. You take a swig of your beer.

“I don’t remember Misty looking so cute,” he adds nonchalantly.

You almost choke. As he keeps his smiling gaze on you, you have to remind yourself that he’s always been this way. Nothing has changed; he’s still the same, overconfident flirt that you remember.

“You’re the same as ever,” you laugh in an attempt to lighten the mood, but he doesn’t respond. He only continues to look at you with the same smile plastered on his face. You avert your gaze and can’t help but to curse yourself...especially over the fact that he still has such a dramatic effect on you.

Dean’s phone buzzes and he quickly checks his screen. You note the way his smile fades for half a second before he flashes another one at you that doesn’t quite touch his eyes.

“How bout we ditch this party?”

“Wait, what?” you nervously play with your suspenders.

“Yeah?” he cocks his eyebrow again as if asking for the second time.

“Um, sure,” you can feel yourself losing your confidence as Taehyung’s words ring in your ears...be careful…

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“And then she just asked me out for lunch out of nowhere,” Dean laughs as he recounts a story from your time at the lab together.

He takes a puff from his cigarette, his third one since you both left the party and ended up in an empty lot by the pier. It was a quick twenty minute drive back to your hometown, by the river trail near your old lab. It’s almost fitting that this is the place you would both end up for the night.

“So what happened after?” you turn away as he blows another puff; you were never fond of the cigarettes.

“Well I went and it was chill, but we both ended up coming in late that day,” he flicks the cigarette stub to the ground and you watch the dying embers glow against the darkness.

You smile faintly at the memory. There was a lot of disappointment that day when you saw the two of them walking in together an hour past their shift time.

“It was fun and everything, but Emily isn’t my type,” he adds as if reading your mind.

“Oh? You have a type?” you scoot your knees closer to your chest as you re-adjust yourself away from the cold.

Dean has the trunk of his car popped open and the two of you share the space in the back as you catch up in the dark.

“Don’t you?” he responds with a laugh. “Everyone has a type.”

You think back to your exes, most of them from high school or having met through mutual friends, but you can’t seem to find any underlying trait that would indicate a preferred type.

“I have a thing for bad boys,” you joke, almost making it through the statement before laughing.

“Oh yeah?” Dean’s brows perk.

But you wave him off, not wanting it to escalate in a direction you’re not prepared for, “So what’s your type?”

He answers immediately, “Fun, doesn’t take everything so seriously, down for anything.”

“Down for anything?” you ask curiously, unable to stop yourself from thinking about Brooke.

“Yup,” Dean responds after a short pause from digging through his pocket, “Wanna blow?”

“Excuse me?” you turn to look at him, clearly caught off guard.

He waves a small, glass pipe in front of you and a modest bag of shredded weed.

Your mouth forms an “O” in understanding and Dean raises his brows, “What did you think I meant?”

“Don’t worry about it,” you laugh while taking the pipe and examining it in your hands.

“You down?” he tries again.

“I’ve...never done it before actually.”

“Swear?” your answer seems to shock him.

“Why does that surprise you?” you shift again, crossing your legs to get a better view as he takes the pipe back to begin his work.

He only chuckles and shakes his head as he packs the substance into the small bowl, pushing it down lightly with his thumb before reaching once more into his pocket to pull out a lighter. He offers it to you and you take it without another thought as he instructs on what to do next.

“Cover that small hole on the side with your finger and inhale as I light it.”

You nod, doing what he says as you wrap your lips around the top, covering the hole by the side of the bowl with your thumb. He takes a moment to stare at you like this, before quickly snapping out of it and flicking his thumb against the lighter.

A couple sparks shoot out, but you can see small, glowing embers as you remember to inhale. You take a long drag, not sure what is effective before having to turn away to cough out a fit of smoke.

“Slow down,” Dean laughs as he takes the pipe from your hands. “You don’t have to take such big hits. Take it easy since it’s your first time.”

He takes his own hit, effortlessly blowing out smoke in neatly packed circles.

“Woah, how are you doing that?” you ask between coughs. The smoke burns your throat, but coughing only seems to irritate it more.

“It’s gonna be a long way till you’re able to do that,” he responds after taking another hit.

You watch closely as he shapes his lips into a tight ring, but shy away when he blows another circle into your face.

“Show off,” you mutter as you take the bowl back. “Let me try again.”

He lights the bowl for you as you focus this time on not inhaling as hard, and you blow out quickly, forming the same ring with your lips. To no surprise, no circles come out.

Dean laughs hysterically at your attempt to imitate him and you swat his arm as you join him. Despite the lingering irritation in your throat, you feel slightly lax, not worrying as much about saying something stupid or looking dumb in front of him.

The both of you sit there in comfortable silence, enjoying each other’s presence. He leans back, resting against the back seats, and in the process his shoulder brushes against yours and he keeps it there. The contact doesn’t seem to bother him though as he closes his eyes in the pure bliss of his high.

You, on the other hand, are a mess. Unsure if it’s the the effect of the drug, your heart and thoughts are racing. You’ve never made physical contact before. During your time working together in the lab, he’s always kept a big enough distance between you two, but this is really the first time you’ve had direct contact.

In a panic, you take the pipe from him and take a few small puffs to wisp away any unpleasant (or pleasant) thoughts from your mind.

Dean watches you in silence for a few moments before speaking, and you almost jump out of your skin. His voice sounds much more deeper and raspier than what you’re used to.

“Wanna try something?”

“Sure,” you’re surprised at how different your own voice sounds.

“Ever heard of shotgunning?”

“I...well...yeah,” you can feel the panic returning and rising in your chest.

But before you have a chance to backpedal, Dean brings the pipe to his lips and inhales, leaning in closer until he’s inches from your face. He looks at you expectantly but you can only stare back, wide eyed and unsure if you can handle this.

The male quickly turns away and blows out a trail of smoke, clearing his throat with a cough from having held it in for too long.

“S-sorry,” you mutter, grateful that it’s too dark for him to see your pink cheeks.

He only shakes his head and chuckles, “We can try again.”

This time, he waits for your response. You want this. You can feel it through your body; every part of you is screaming for it, already drowning in his smell, his voice, his presence. Without another moment of hesitation, you slowly nod.

With another inhale, Dean leans in and you close the gap, closing your eyes as you anticipate physical contact. His lips are warm and you only have a few seconds to properly feel him before he’s blowing smoke into your mouth.

It feels like he backs away faster than you can process and it takes everything in you not to chase after him. You turn away slightly, slowly exhaling as Dean watches you through hooded lids. You’re dying to know what’s going on in his mind right now.

Electric sparks shoot through your body as you stare back. There’s definitely no going back.

“Why-”

Dean’s ringtone cuts you off. It takes him a second too long to realize it’s his, but he fishes for his phone and stares at the screen for a good minute, allowing the call to ring out. You watch as he turns it off and flings it into the back seat, only to return back to his original position, leaning against the backseats and closing his eyes.

It takes a lot out of you to keep from staring at him; you should probably have noticed the signs - he’s been dodging any contact on his phone for the whole night but you’re much too high to process any of it. You try to shift from your seat to make yourself more comfortable but panic when your body feels too heavy to move.

“I feel really weird,” you blink rapidly as if trying to snap out of it.

Dean partly opens his eyes to study you before offering a nonchalant, “ You’re high, relax and enjoy it.”

“Are you supposed to feel so disoriented?” you plop your head back against the back seats beside him, not realizing when you fall slightly against his chest. But he doesn’t seem to mind.

Laying back like this, you feel lighter and lighter as each minute passes. All your worries and thoughts begin to dissipate and for once in a long time, your mind is completely empty. You close your eyes, enjoying the motion of the rise and fall of Dean’s chest and don’t even notice that he’s gotten completely quiet. You slip off into light slumber, comforted by the warmth of your newfound companion.

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You have no idea what time it is when you wake. Despite the chilled night air, you are surprisingly warm and it takes you a minute to realize where you are once you open your eyes.

“Sup,” Dean smiles in amusement as you come to your senses.

The drugs are now only slightly present but have left behind a hazy fog in your head. You’re lying in the passenger’s seat, the chair fully reclined while Dean sits in the back, looking up from his phone as you try to rise.

“Oh fuck, I’m so sorry,” you try to move but he only shakes his head and laughs as you collapse again from the sudden weight of your body.

“Why do I feel so heavy?” you groan.

“Probably the weed,” he watches you in amusement as you open and close your hands in an attempt to take control back.

“How’re you feeling?” your voice sounds strained.

“I feel great,” Dean sighs with a smile. “Crazy night, huh?”

You’re not quite sure what to make of the situation. Dean is staring at you but you’re too embarrassed to make eye contact, all the while your body too stiff and heavy to comfortably move.

“How long until this wears off, anyway?” you roll over onto your stomach, feeling self conscious when he doesn’t break eye contact.

“Depends on the person. You alright?” he asks as you hear him shifting in the backseat.

“I think so, just a little heav-”

You freeze. Dean’s reaches over and gently threads a hand through your hair, combing through your strands in one, slow stroke.

“D-Dean?”

“Just relax.”

You do anything but that. This is the second time you’ve made physical contact with him and you almost want to kick yourself for how tripped up you are over that fact. You can only hope he can’t tell how much this affects you.

His strokes become slower and you have to keep yourself from moving when you realize he’s gently grabbing fistfuls of your hair and slightly tugging the strands. You can’t decide if it’s all in your head whether or not his movements are growing more sensual, so you instead focus on how good it feels.

After a few moments, his palm comes in contact with your neck and he smooths down your skin with slight pressure. A few moments of this motion and you can feel yourself relaxing, the tension in your limbs coming undone as you feel yourself turning to putty.

“Feel good?” You can’t see him, but you can tell he has a smirk on his face.

“Mm,” is all you manage to get out.

You hear him chuckling to himself as he shifts again in the back seat to move closer to you. His hand travels slowly down from your neck to your upper back, moving further down your spine before returning back up to repeat the motion.

“I’ve had to coax many people back to sober after their first high,” Dean laughs more to himself.

“Did they all get a killer massage too?”

“Only the ones I’ve liked,” he quips back.

You take this moment to look up and find him staring at you, a blank expression on his face.

“Dean…?” your stomach churns when he doesn’t respond for a few moments.

He reaches forward with the same expression and wraps his hand behind your neck.

“Dean, wait-”

“I’ve been wanting to do this for a very long time.”

He pulls you closer, stopping until your faces are inches apart, and looks into your eyes with silent permission.

“Will you let me?” he whispers when you don’t respond right away.

You dare to meet his gaze and give him a small nod. Then, as if afraid you’ll change your mind, he quickly closes the gap.

If you’re being completely honest with yourself, you’ve imagined this scene many times in the past. Never in your wildest thoughts would you expect it to ever happen, and in his car nonetheless.

He kisses you gently, his hand holding on to your neck lightly as if to keep you from leaving. All the while, you try to bring yourself back down to earth.

You are kissing Dean.

Despite all the times you’ve imagine this, it feels wrong. Brooke’s face surfaces in your mind and you freeze, pulling back before you realize it.

He doesn’t say anything, only offering you that same blank expression. You’re a little disappointed he doesn’t seem to be under the same spell you are from having just kissed; you are sure your cheeks are bright red.

“Dean I...” you hesitate, not wanting this to be the end of your time alone together. But you need to be sure there’s nothing standing in the way. “Something feels...wrong.”

“Wrong…?” he quirks a brow.

Maybe it’s the way he shifts closer to you or the way he’s staring at your lips that makes you second guess yourself, so you try again.

“I met Brooke.”

His eyes snap up to meet yours and you’re met with a curious stare that seemingly pierces through you. He doesn’t offer a response and it takes everything in your power to keep pushing. Was this a mistake?

“I don’t want to cause any problems for anyone.”

He inches forward again, hand reaching out to cup your cheek. “You have nothing to worry about.”

“Are you su-”

He puts a finger to your lips and laughs, “Stop worrying.”

He motions for you to join him in the back and you try to climb over the passenger seat onto the seat next to him. Instead, he grabs your arm and pulls you on top of him. You gasp as your heart jolts in your chest, but it only makes him laugh and the motion does interesting things to your bodies.

“We’ve made out already, why are you still so nervous?” he wraps an arm around your waist, the other finding its way back to your neck.

“I can’t help it,” you mutter, watching him as he studies your face.

“Do we need to smoke another bowl to chill you out?” he half jokes, but you’re quick to shake your head, not wanting to risk passing out again.

“Then kiss me,” he leans his head against the backrest waiting for you to initiate and raises his brows with a smug look on his face. God, he looks so good.

So you do. You wipe any thought or doubt from your mind, knowing that you can either trust him in this moment or walk away. And the way he’s holding you makes it near impossible for the latter.

Dean lets you kiss him slowly and softly before he runs his tongue across your bottom lip. You part your lips wider to let him in, but he instead takes your lip and sucks hard. You groan, the motion unexpected as he softly bites on the flesh and causes goosebumps up your arms.

He leaves your lips to trail towards your neck, sucking lightly just below your jawline. You place your hands on his shoulders, resting your head in the crook of his neck and intoxicate yourself with his smell. Before you can help it, you slide forward to try to get closer and just so happen to brush against his hardened length. He exhales from the contact, but continues to suck along your neck.

“Do that again,” he breaths between kisses.

Your face heats instantly but you’re quick to give him what he wants. You slide back and forth on his lap, giving you both some form of release and much needed friction. Dean’s hands slide down to your waste and guide you back and forth, and you take note with how he picks up the pace.

By this point, you’re both panting and wanting more. You continue to swivel your hips against him as he cups your face in both hands, bringing your foreheads together as he looks into your eyes. In the dim light, you can faintly see his blown out pupils as they threaten to cover the milky whites of his eyes and your heart jolts; he’s as fucked out as you are.

You run a hand down his chest, stopping at the hem of his jeans and he obliges right away. He gives you room to shift off his lap as you undo his belt and pants, bringing it to his knees as he lies back and watches you.

You bend down, keeping eye contact to gauge his reaction as you take him in your hand. With just a few pumps, he struggles to maintain eye contact as you focus on the tip, cupping your hands and running them down his full length.

He closes his eyes and you can’t help but feel self conscious. Despite it being just the two of you, you can’t help but wonder if he’s imagining someone else. Trying not to let these thoughts ruin the mood, you pause to pull the straps of your suspenders down and pull your shirt off.

It grabs his attention immediately. His eyes hungrily scavenge your bare skin as he sits up to pull you back onto his lap and pepper kisses along your chest. He wastes no time grabbing and massaging the exposed flesh, pulling your bra down to allow him access. You sigh in contentment once his attention is back on you and continue your work with him in your hands.

Your sensitive breasts hardened under his touch as he lightly sucks, swirling his tongue around the tip in an endless circle of pure bliss. You begin panting, and this only excites him more as he switches sides and sucks a little harder.

You can feel the aching need growing between your thighs, so you rub your legs together to give yourself some time. If you’re not careful, it would be too obvious to show him how badly you’ve been wanting this.

“Feel good?” he chuckles between kisses. He peeks up at you through hooded lids as you return a shy smile.

“Bet I can make you feel better,” you offer, tongue licking your lips. He’s quick to catch the motion.

“Oh yeah?” his brows quirk, eyes shimmering with mischief.

“Yeah,” you breathe seductively as you push him back down onto the seat.

He bites his lip as you slide down his body, kneeling in the small space and grabbing him in your hand. You give him a few pumps, maintaining eye contact as he dares to stare back, and you very slowly stick your tongue out to swipe the tip of his head. He shudders from the contact and it is only then you take him entirely into your mouth.

Dean lets out a breathy laugh, clearly flustered by your movements as you take your time with him. You wrap your lips tightly and hollow your cheeks out as you come up, making sure to swivel your tongue around his sensitive head.

“Fuck,” he mutters under his breath as he tries to maintain eye contact. “You look so fucking hot right now.”

His words evoke a rush of adrenaline in you as your cheeks flush, only making you want to please him more. You come up at the tip, slowly wrapping your lips around the top as you’ve found it’s what gets the biggest reaction out of him, and slide as far down as you can until he hits the back of your throat.

You swallow on instinct, and for a moment you try not to gag as you watch Dean unfold beneath you. His breathing stutters as his eyes squeeze shut, hand flying to tug on your hair as the other rests on his forehead. He pulls your hair back and you get a better view of him, unhindered by your tangled strands, and the sight is enough to make your mouth water.

Beads of sweat trickle from his forehead, creating trails down his neck and wetting his hair. He’s never looked so good...and you are the cause of it all.

You swallow again and watch in fascination as his face twists in pleasure, breath stuttering and legs trembling as he reaches his high. You’d be lying if you said you weren’t high off the sights and sounds coming from him.

You don’t want it to end but you know it’s only a matter of minutes now. You retract towards the tip, focusing your efforts on the sensitive skin of the head as he curses and shakes beneath you.

He bites his bottom lip hard, provoking a throaty moan from you in response, the sight too overwhelming to bear, and it’s just the thing to send him toppling over the edge. Warmth fills your mouth and you quickly swallow, mostly on instinct, but you allow him to ride out his wave as you try not to gag from the saltiness.

You lean back against the door and lick your lips, wiping away the rest of the mess you both made. Dean takes a few moments to compose himself before pulling his pants back up and grabbing your arms to hoist you back onto his lap.

“Fuck, that was the hottest thing ever,” he rests his head in your chest, your bra still pushing your breasts up much to his delight.

He peppers more kisses along your collar bones and back to your neck as his hot breath fans your sensitive skin, sending shivers down your spine. His lips find your earlobe as he playfully nibbles, whispering into your ear, “Do I get a taste?”

It feels like all the breath leaves your body as he continues to suck hickeys onto your neck, marking the skin as if claiming what’s his. You would have been beyond satisfied with just having gotten him off that it didn’t occur to you that he would offer to return the favor.

You give him a small nod as he smiles, motioning you forward as he fumbles with the back seats to fold them down. He pats the back of the cushion and you climb on top, lying on your back as he runs his hands up your thighs.

“You won’t believe,” he kisses up your thigh, “how badly,” more kisses, “I’ve been wanting to do this.”

Maybe it’s the alcohol or the traces of weed, but your stomach is in knots from his confession. You can’t help but wonder at the truth of his words or if he’s just simply living in the moment. To save yourself from embarrassment, you decide not to ask. You’ve always been good at faking confidence in front of him anyway.

“Oh yeah?”

You’ve removed your bra by now and you prop yourself up on your elbows as you watch him carefully.

“Yeah,” he whispers as if imitating you from earlier. He kisses closer and closer to your center, all the while keeping eye contact.

In one smooth motion, he unbuttons your shorts and pulls them down your legs along with your underwear and tosses them to the front seat. You are now completely naked in front of Dean.

He takes this moment to sit back, admiring the way you look spread out for him, exposed and vulnerable. He smiles, the famed cocky smile you’ve seen him do many times when talking with the girls at work, and you can’t help but wonder what’s going through his mind. Is this his way of celebrating his victory?

Before your conscience has a chance to eat away at you, Dean swoops in and wipes all other thoughts from your mind. He grabs at your thighs, spreading them apart as he eats away like a man starved.

“F...fuck….!” you gasp as he catches you off guard.

Unlike the men before him who have had their try at you, Dean skips the kitten licks and laps up every inch of you, forcefully swirling his tongue around your tiny bud of pleasure. You can almost make out the patterns he traces with his tongue, never using the same stroke, yet still somehow able to keep pushing you towards your high.

You’ve never felt this good, and you never could have imagined how good he would feel between yours legs. You can’t help it anymore, and forgo your heavy panting for loud moans.

Dean groans in appreciation and the vibration from his lips stimulates you further. You try not to squirm, but when he keeps up the ministrations of his tongue, you can’t help but to writhe against his touch. This only causes him to grip your thighs harder, pinning them down against the chair to keep you in place.

As good as it feels, you know you need more. You try to sit up to get his attention, but the sight of him face deep in between your legs only causes you to collapse again. You’re definitely going to be thinking about this moment for a long time.

Almost as if on cue, Dean releases a hand from one of your thighs and coats his fingers with your arousal. You gasp as the cold metal of his silver rings grazes your skin, but before you have enough time to adjust yourself, he slides two fingers into your entrance.

Your back arches immediately, it’s exactly what you needed to get you where you want to be. Dean pushes as far in as he can go and curves his fingers upward, rubbing at a sensitive spot you didn’t know existed, all the while his tongue working on your clit as his lips occasionally suck the swollen bud.

“D...Dean…” You can feel it, you’ve been chasing your high for a while now and you’re nearly there…

“Go ahead, babe.”

Dean leans back to watch you unravel, his fingers never ceasing movement to help you ride out your orgasm. You feel your legs tremble as waves of pleasure course through your body from the tips of your fingers down to your toes.

The burning need in the pit of your stomach fizzles out as Dean soothingly rubs at your thighs, and you allow yourself to enjoy the feeling for a few moments before sitting up to reach for your clothes.

Despite the time you both shared tonight, all the negative thoughts you’ve been repressing come crashing back into your conscious. You both sit in silence for a while and you can’t help but wonder where things will go from here.

Dean eventually rolls down a window and reaches into his back pocket to pull out a cigarette. He sits at the edge of the chair, resting his head outside as he takes long drags.

“That was hot,” he appraises you as you take a seat next to him.

“All thanks to you,” you quip back as you watch the embers burning from the end of his cigarette.

His free hand moves to rest on your thigh, the warmth bringing a flush to your cheeks as you’re reminded of just how skillful his fingers are.

“It’s been a long night,” you glance at your phone to see it’s a little past one in the morning. “Why don’t we head back?”

“Or we can just never head back,” Dean suggests smugly.

Now it’s your turn to offer a blank stare. You’ve never been able to figure out just what he was thinking, and in these moments where he jokes with you, it’s near impossible. You want to ask what all this meant tonight, but the better part of your mind knows it was probably just a one time in-the-moment kind of deal.

He laughs and gives your thigh a little squeeze before opening the door, offering his hand to help you out and back into the passenger seat. On the car ride back you’re both quiet, and you shuffle awkwardly in your seat as you wonder if this will be the last time you’ll see him.

Once back in the apartment complexes, he parks in front of the house you both left from but doesn’t get out.

“Are you going back in?” you ask as you reach for the door handle.

He nods his head and unlocks the door. “Yeah, there’s something I have to take care of.”

“Oh...okay,” you hesitate not sure how to take your leave.

“I’ll call you sometime,” Dean smiles at you, the first smile he’s ever offered you that didn’t seem sinister. A soft smile, one that reaches his eyes as he looks at you with a new found fondness.

Your cheeks flush, hand reaching to grab your phone to offer your number. But he only shakes his head and laughs as he cups your cheek with his hand.

“You knocked out earlier.”

It takes you a moment to realize what he means, but the implication only causes your cheeks to flush harder. The thought of Dean toying with your phone while you were out is bey9nd embarrassing.

“You were always so cute when you got embarrassed. Your face turns bright red, you know,” he laughs as his thumb strokes the warmth of your cheeks.

He drops his hand and you seize the opportunity to escape. “See you around, Dean.”

“Peace out, girl scout,” you can hear him laughing as you shut the door behind you, not daring to look back as you fast-walk back to your apartment complex.

A very disgruntled Taehyung answers the door when you realize you don’t have your keys.

“Jeez, you’re a mess,” he eyes you up and down, rubbing sleep from his eyes as you side step into your apartment. “What happened?”

“Tae, I have so much to tell you…”

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cannibalisticshadows · 5 years

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Nightcall (2/2)

[ao3 Link] . [Part One]

Megamind drops out of the media. Though the media doesn’t drop him.

The spike in his frequent fights with Metro Man has done a complete 360, much to the relief of the locals and to the disappointment of tourists. The news and media alike have leaped onto his sudden change like scavengers to fresh offal. Talk of his recent rendezvous, or lack thereof, are on everyone’s mind.

“He’s a maniac,” some talk-show host said into the speaker, hunched over a desk looking quite aggressive. The screen of the television baths the blue alien in a dull electronic glow illuminated his reflective eyes. He frowns at the person but having no good point to disagree. He’s just offended someone would be so bold to jump into the obvious.

“He’s a maniac, and Metro Man has been taking his sweet-ass time in trying to bring this alien-fuck down. Sure, sure, all-righteous and no-killing and what not. I’m sorry but he’s just pious.” Not just ballsy, but controversial. “My only guess as to why Megamind has abruptly vanished like a phantom is because our city’s hero finally grew a pair and kicked his skinny blue ass into the next life. And by God will none of us miss him. Look at what a shit-show he’s turned this city into—“

Megamind turns the TV off by throwing the remote so hard that it shatters the screen.

Sighing, he crawls out of his little nest of blankets and decides it’s time. He’s been procrastinating enough; he’s done nothing for the past two weeks and it’s getting to his head.

His plan to tell Roxanne started out sounding like the only resort to fixing him and his dumb extraterrestrial make-up, but he’s been pushing it off since he got home the last time he broke out of prison. Who knew he could really raise some hell by simply doing nothing.

Roxanne has made few appearances on television since her last kidnapping. Sadly enough, due to his absence, she had little to do (at least, to the public eye). She was the main reporter, focusing on Metro City’s star inhabitancies. Metro Man had nothing much to do besides helping little old ladies or getting cats from trees—not worthy of making an emergency announcement on the news.

And since he hasn’t seen her, he’s going into such a stump he’s made several near attempts to just show up at her place with no spray. How would she respond?

Well, he’d find out tonight.

He filled the invisible car up with his home-made energy source, making sure it wouldn’t run on empty. Tonight he was going out, far enough to reach the boonies.

And he wouldn’t be alone.

Megamind, unsure of how she’d react but knowing this would be practically life or death for him, grabbed a few essentials. The de-gun. Knock-out spray. Rope. You know. The usual. This had to go as smooth as possible for him to get serious with her, to assure her he’d never bother her again as long as he got this off his chest so he could wallow in misery with a peace of mind.

So, making sure she’s home with the affirmation from one of his spy-bots, Megamind packs up his things in the car and zooms out of the Lair before Minion can so much as ask “Where are you going, Sir?”

When he gets to her building, he uses a brainbot to fly him up to her balcony. She never locks it (Oh, Roxanne, I do question your sanity sometimes), so when he pushes the glass doors open, he enters a relatively quiet domain.

The lights over her tiny kitchen are on, illuminating her one-person apartment. Sniffing, and catching the remnants of her perfume, he follows it until—

“Mega—“ Before he gives her time to even finish saying his self-given name, he whips around and gives her a reasonably large dose of spray. She gasps, eyes roll up, and her body drops in a dead weight. Flinging out an arm he catches her, unable to keep his hungry eyes from the expanse of her pale, bare neck. Megamind splays his fingers across her bare, marveling at seeing her for the first time in weeks. It’s been too long.

Tonight she’s wearing civvies. A pair of dark wash skinny jeans and a white peasant blouse with little red and blue flowers along the neck and sleeves. She’s missed a barber appointment, he thinks, as her hair is exactly two centimeters longer than usual. Her hair’s also a bit damp, curling ever so slightly at the very ends. She not wearing makeup, either, letting him see all of her little brown freckles dusting her cheeks, like little stars in a milky white setting. He licks his lips.

Megamind ties her wrists and covers her mouth with a cheap duck tape. He’s never taped her mouth shut before, but for once he doesn’t want her screaming or complaining. And despite every Hollywood movie where the bad guy tapes the victim’s mouth shut, it’s very possible to remove it without the use of hands.

He carries her out bridal style, whistling for the brainbot to bring him back to the car. Once on the ground, he tucks her into the passenger seat and pulls the belt on, all before getting in himself.

And then he drives. He drives for a long time, content for the moment to sit in silence beside the soft rumble of the car’s engine.

Swerving through Metro City’s night traffic, the city lights gleaming in this never sleeping place, he keeps his head low as he goes, so stressed he finds himself clutching the wheel so hard it threatens to snap. The leather of his gloves scrunches.

They (he; she’s still knocked out) drive out of the midnight city into the rolling countryside, past the lake and past the forests. Lush green hillsides and vast farm lands. He can hear the road scratch under the car tires as asphalt turns into gravel and dirt.

After about forty minutes of driving, he can tell Roxanne is beginning to stir. Quickly, he pulls up beside a huge oak tree in the middle of no where, and void of another living soul for miles.

Well. There is a cow outside but it’s like, ten feet away minding its own business.

As the car comes to a stop, he turns the key and all is instantly quiet.

With a soft grunt, Roxanne squirms in her seat and consciousness slowly comes to. He doesn’t watch her, choosing to star at his bony knees and twiddle his thumbs. All he can hear is her movements, and his own rapidly beating heart.

“M…Mmm?” Her eyes slowly open, blinking in the dim atmosphere. Her eyes then open wider, and she looks around for the usual sights of a kidnapping. Seeing as they’re only in the car, and her mouth is taped, she abruptly begins to struggle.

“Wait!” He says frantically, trying to calm her like one would do for a wild horse. “It’s okay! This isn’t a kidnapping! Well, technically it is but it’s just us—“

“MMM!?” She starts to work her mouth through the tape in earnest, tongue visibly trying to lick at the stickiness.

“Please, wait! This is—I just want to tell you something. Something… important. I promise on my ancestors that you have full permission and more to beat me outside but… please. Just listen to me. Please, Miss Ritchi.”

Her struggling stops, and she turns to him with a suspicious glare. He bows his head, flushing in shame. She hates me.

Though she’s trapped him under an intense stare, snaring him more than he had with her, Roxanne goes still as if awaiting for whatever stupid thing he’s got to say to her.

“I… want to apologize, for my behavior two weeks ago. It was unforgivable.”

“Mm.”

“But—I… I…”

She glares harder. Ashamed of himself, he turns his stare to the dashboard.

“I love you.”

He doesn’t look up to catch her reaction, but she doesn’t respond verbally.

“I love you, I love you, I love you.” He bangs his forehead against the steering wheel with each confession, feeling all the pint up emotions in him pouring out like water from a broken dam. It burns his insides with glorious relief and bittersweet shame all at once. Yet it keeps flowing. “And I’m so, so sorry. It’s—not my choice, Miss Ritchi. I can’t help it. My b-body…Ah—s—“ he stutters, so anxious it’s close to making him piss himself. He can feel it claw at this throat, threatening tears. “My species… we d-don’t have crooches, like a human. We… fall in love. Hard. And once. Only once. Once and only with one person. And that’s it. We mate for life, like doves. Or beavers. Wolves. I-It doesn’t matter. But once the relationship is formed that’s it. Cheating or finding a second love if the other leaves or dies is purely an earthly concept. My own p-parents, they—they only had eyes for each other. Sex or romance wasn’t even a concept I understood before I met y—…. I didn’t chose you, Miss Ritchi. I didn’t want this to happen. You don’t deserve this. I’ve already turned your life into a living hell, and for that I cannot apologize enough, even onto my grave. My transgressions are unforgivable. Yet, even being here on Earth I cannot…. There is no place for me. My planet, it’s… I’m all that’s left. And Minion. I didn’t think I could possibly imprint on anyone, much less a human, in this way. Yet… I am so sorry. It’s all my fault. I should have known…”

She’s fidgeting ever so softly beside him, he hears the crinkle of the tape.

He doesn’t realize he’s crying until he takes in a staggering breath, wet tears rolling down his sharp face and trickling on his lips. Salty like the sea.

He can’t bring himself to speak again in fear of weeping like a damn baby, but he feels as vulnerable as one in the moment. Weak. Childish. Pathetic.

The car falls into a silence, with his shaky breaths and a light breeze rolling against the windows. Other than that, it’s as quiet as a void. He glances at her from the corner of his eye, and sees her staring outside at the cow as if it had done something personal to disrespect her.

They sit in silence for a long time.

“I’m done,” he suddenly says.

He hears her move around again.

“I’m… I’m done. With this business,” he gestures to himself in general, to the car, to his gun. “I mean, there are things you don’t know about. Things I’ve done behind cameras. In the underworld. I’ve committed enough sins to last multiple lifetimes over. There’s blood on my hands. Miss Ritchi. Like you wouldn’t believe. And… I’m going to give it up. I can’t keep doing this…

“This such a archaic concept for me. Aah, uh, did you know… Of course you wouldn’t… The males, sometimes even the females, of my kind have to… catch the other sometimes. To express that they feel the same way. Avoids miscommunication or misplaced feelings. My own father… had to sneak into my mother’s household as teenagers to propose to her. It’s—I didn’t even realize it until recently I was courting you! Unconsciously! I’m—God I’m so sorry, Miss Ritchi. I just need to go away. “

She lets out a muffled sound again.

“I’m moving from this place,” he looks around at the vast farmland, the dot of the city in the distance, reflected by his rear-view mirror. “Romania sounds nice. I do a lot of business over there. Lots of forests and hillsides where there’s no one for miles. I can’t bother you or anyone out th—”

Roxanne suddenly spits.

Looking over to her in surprise, he sees she has vanquished the duck tape and has rolled it up in her mouth to spit it onto the dashboard. Turning on one hip, she faces him with such a glower it chills him to the very bone.

“Don’t. You. Dare,” she hisses.

He shrinks in his seat.

“Don’t you dare drop this on me and say you’re just gonna leave!” She yells, pulling against her taped wrists. He opens his mouth to let out a string of never ending apologies, but—she’s starting to cry, he sees, much to his absolute horror. Has he truly upset her this bad? He really was a monster.

“How—you stupid, stupid man,” she cries out, and suddenly—he sees her raise her arms, still taped by the wrist, and he honestly thinks he’s about to be hit when—

She loops her arms around his big blue head and latches onto his neck, yanking him closer and making him clumsily fall onto the stick shift as—

Her mouth is on his. So hard do their mouths come together that their teeth clack, faces clashing together he barely has time to process what’s happening. Gasping, hands wild and unsure in the air as she seemingly tries to suck his soul out, but—he knows what’s happening, mildly, but a bigger part of him is convinced he’s dreaming or hit his head.

The feeling of her lips touching his, though, is electrifying. Every nerve in his body begins to sing and scream all at once, overwhelming him with a sensation override. She moans and presses closer, both of them awkward and clumsy as they clutch at the other from opposite seats. Clutched… he feels his hand involuntarily grab her waist, holding his close but terrified he’s mixing the signals. It feels so so so good, though, and—

She pulls away before he can even realize he was responding back, albeit unsurely. Arms locked around his neck, he mentally curses himself for tying her up. But. It felt like the thing to do at the time.

“You listen to me you son of a bitch,” she viciously spats. “You come to my place, ten’o’freakin’clock at night, and tell me you love me only then to say you’re leaving? What the actual hell!?”

He attempts to pull back, hide in his shell, run away from her furious reprimand, but his neck is still trapped by her arms. Shit. Really a bad decision to tie her up. The alien’s prepared to say something, anything, to show how much of a lowly creature he is in her light, but all that comes out of his throat are choked warbles and whimpers. “I—“

She sniffles.

He meets her eyes in surprise to see two glassy blue orbs meeting his. Frantically, he try to console the weepy female by nervously patting her back. “Ah—M-Miss Ritchi—“

“You were such an A-hole,” she says, sobbing. “Megamind, for once you were actually cruel. It scared me.”

“Oh, oh my dear—No, no, my sweet, no! I wasn’t—“ he swallows. “I wasn’t trying to be cruel. I was just frustrated. With myself. With my instincts. I—if I behaved any less I would have made a fool of myself.”

“Well, you already did that by yelling at me, you cabbage.”

“I-I’m sorry.”

“You made me feel like a whore the last kidnapping.”

He remembers that dress she wore. Wine red, rimmed in black. His... comment to it. Megamind bows his head and clenches his whole body. “I am sorry.”

“And you made me worry about you. I haven’t seen you in weeks.”

Confused, he looks up at her. Roxanne then pulls at her arms and lets him go from between them. Gesturing with her wrists, he catches her drift and pulls out his trusted butterfly knife and whips it out, glad to have something to do with a tool he’s familiar with. Nothing else felt familiar; alien and strange.

As the plastic finally rips away, her skin safe from his sharp little friend, she wraps her hands around his neck and yanks him to her again. Eyes wide, he numbly feels her kiss him a few quick, consecutive times before—

She slaps him in the chest.

He’s nearly got a concussion from how bad the whiplash is.

“Is it true?” Roxanne demands. He’s unable to speak. “Is it true? Do you love m—“

“Yes. Yes, I love you. A million times over.”

This little woman shakes her head, eyes glistening with something he can’t begin to understand. He feels like he’s drowning, with a weight tied to his feet to prevent him to swimming to the surface. He can't breath. She then grabs onto his shoulders. Shaking her head again, she says, “Then don’t go to Romania. Don’t leave Metro City. This place is our-your home.”

“Miss Ritchi, I can’t… stay around you anymore,” his voice breaks. “I can’t without—“

Her lips are on his again.

Shocked, but rapidly trying to learn this new skill she’s apparently trying to teach him, he responds as best he can. Periwinkle blue to unpainted pink, their lips press against each other, seining the warmth and the wet of the other’s mouth. He once saw this activity between lovers an unsanitary and strange thing, but now he understands its meaning. His lips are quite sensitive, and this kissing sets his body to flame, scrambling towards something he can’t seem to catch.

When she pulls away, he follows her, not wanting this connection to end. A tiny bead of saliva snaps between them as their lips depart.

“For such a genius, you can be unbelievably dense.” She cups his face. “I love you Megamind."

What.

"God, I love you. And your behavior, this month—I thought you’d finally lost it. Or just got tired of me.”

His first instinct is to respond yes, yes he has lost it, completely and utterly, but—

“You—you what—“

Roxanne shakes her head again, this time smiling so wide that it nearly reaches her ears, all pearly whites on display for him. She lets him go, finally, letting him think straight. Which is bad because his brain runs in about five hundred directions. Blinking rapidly to disperse the tears in her wet lashes, she continues with, “I’m glad you told me this. Because—I was considering on moving as well.”

He jolts in his seat.

“I sometimes get job offers in other places. This time… I had an offer in Liverpool.”

“Leeverpul!? What’s can you find in Leeverpul?”

“I like the British accent. And it’s far, far away from here.”

Hapless, he stares at his knees.

“Hey,” she pulls him out of his stupor. “Look at me. That’s better. Now. That stuff you said about… imprinting on me? Is that true, too?”

“All of it,” he breaths.

Roxanne nods her head and leans back against the leather seats. “Then listen to me. I love you with all of my heart. I have for a long time, Megamind. So it hurt me, so, so much with how much of a dick you were suddenly turning into. You may as well have stabbed me in the heart.” He winces. “And then you just up and vanished. Gone. Everyone is talking about you!”

He can’t believe what she’s saying. It’s nothing like he ever imagined happening in any probable outcome of this. She… actually… returned his feelings? What??? What witchcraft is this!? He really must’ve bumped his head hard!

“I... know. I see the news. I see my lack of an appearance in the public eye has given you less work… Ah, are you sleeping better?”

She looks at him in confusion.

“You were always falling asleep.”

Roxanne lets out a loud sigh. “I know… I know…”

“Why.” It isn’t a question.

“I always thought you were just a bit ol’sweetheart that grew up on the wrong side of the law. I fall in love with you a little harder every time you goof around like that. I hate that you’re always destroying something or trying to start a fight, but it was a little endearing.” She lets out another loud exhale. “And then you started acting like I was shit under your shoe.”

“N—!“

She raises a hand, and he immediately goes silent.

"So I started drinking. Tried to drink the pain away. But that doesn't work," her voice breaks a bit.

He wants to bang his head against the wall.

“And I hate that you dragged me out here,” she motions toward the countryside. “You don’t have to ship yourself off to God knows where, but stopping the kidnapping would be nice. Even if it’s apart of your… culture.”

“Whatever-Whatever you desire," he swears reverently.

“What I desire,” she says, placing a hand on his knee, “is for you to take me home.”

He nods, expecting that answer.

“And I want you to come up with me. We’re gonna have a talk.”

“O-kay...?”

Suddenly she leans over again and presses his lips to his cheek. With his breath hitching, because its still a lovely, foreign feel to him, she adds, “And then I’m going to show you how much I love you, too.”

“W—“

“I know you, Megamind. I can see it in your face. Now. Take us home, sweetheart.” She kisses his lips again.

This time he knows what to do, and copies her actions better than before. It feels like fireworks.

He’s glad he told her.

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just-a-useless-weirdo · 5 years

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Anything for You

“What? When did we get a new kid?” I asked. “Today is their first day here,” Rachel answered. I was curious about this new kid, I asked Rachel “What is their name?” She replied, “Riley, they are in most of our classes so you can meet them soon.” “Have you seen Riley? Do you know what they are like?” I asked with curiosity. Normally, none of the new kids get Rachel’s attention, so Riley must be cool or something. “I had to show them around school yesterday. They kind of reminded me of you in a way,” she said, “they were wearing one of your band t-shirts. I just thought this might interest you.” she was right I was drawn by this, not many people like the bands I listen too, so it's just surprising. When we got to school, she changes the subject to our essay due in English class. Though I was still thinking about meeting Riley. We got our stuff from our lockers and headed to class. On our way, we met up with Megan, who is also in our class. Once we got to class and sat down, Rachel motioned to a person with short light brown hair, wearing an old Rammstein shirt with a jean jacket over top, and had grey ripped jeans on. “That’s Riley,” she said, ”so, what do you think?” “They seem cool,” I said nonchalantly. Both Rachel and Megan were shocked by how calm I seemed. Though on the inside I was kind of freaking out. Riley looked cool, calm, and kind of intimidating. I don't know how I would ever talk to them. I really did want to talk to Riley, so even though I was getting even more anxious as the seconds passed, I walked over to greet Riley. I tried my best to be calm, cool, composed, and not sound awkward. I started with, ”Hey, I love your shirt.” In response, Riley said “Hey, thanks. Do you like them?” I, being as awkward as I am, was confused by this question, Riley could tell and added, “Rammstein, do you like them much?” I felt so embarrassed by my confusion all I could say in reply was, “Sorry I'm socially awkward. I do like them, though.” “I can relate to that. By the way, I’m Riley,” said Riley, outstretching their hand. “It's a pleasure, I'm Amanda,” I said, awkwardly shaking Riley's hand and most likely blushing from the realization of just how cute this person is. I probably look like a total idiot. “And, this is Rachel and Megan,” I added when I noticed them standing behind me. They smiled and Megan said, “It’s nice to meet you.” Riley grinned and said, “I hope we can hang out, you guys seem cool.” We laughed at this and Rachel said, “If you get to know us you might take back that statement.” At this point, the bell rang and we had to go and sit down. After that, Riley sat with us at lunch and I think they realize just how weird we actually are, but didn't seem to mind. We had a lot of classes together and would hang out when we had free time. We became closer and I think I started to develop a crush on Riley. I knew Riley would ever like me back and if there was a chance it was slim. One day out of the blue, Riley asked me, “ Do you have a crush on anyone?” Without thought, I said, “Yes, what about you?” After I already said it I realized my mistake. When I saw Riley got this kind of sad look on their face, I don't know why. Riley said, still kind of bummed, “I do like someone. Who is your crush?" “I'm not going to tell you, that is confidential.” I joke trying to cheer up Riley and it worked, I got an adorable laugh out of Riley. “Who is your crush?” I added. Riley put a finger to their lips and said, “You will never find that out.” Riley couldn't help laughing when I pushed them lightly into the locker next to us. A few days went by normally until Riley came up to me and said, “You know how I said you would never find out who my crush is? Well, today might be the day you find out.” I was conflicted on how to feel about this, so, I just asked, “are you going to tell me now or do I have to wait?” “Well, that is undecided. Ask me after the first block.” Riley said. Every time I asked, Riley would procrastinate telling me. At the end of the day, I couldn't find Riley anywhere, then I got a text saying that Riley couldn't meet up and that I should check my locker. I hurried to my locker to see what Riley meant. In my locker, I found a note with “it's you” on it. I didn't know what this meant, but I was hoping it meant that I was Riley’s crush. I didn't want to get my hopes up too much, I didn't want to be disappointed. I couldn't help being excited. I was so nervous to see Riley, they were waiting for me at the school gates. When Riley gave me a questioning smile I understood what it meant. “Is it true? Or, am I just hoping for nothing?” I asked anxiously. Riley nodded and said, “It’s true, I like you. Would you go out with me?” I replied, “Yes, I would.” I tried my best not to show how nervous I was. The rest of that day when by normal besides it was a bit awkward, not knowing what to do. When I got home Gabby, my younger sister, asked, “Why are you smiling so much?” I told her about Riley and how we started dating. She was so happy for us. Somehow while Gabby and I were talking my mom overheard us and told my dad about me and Riley. After an awkward dinner, my mom sent Gabby to her room so we could talk. I was scared of what my parents were going to say. It was even scarier when they didn't say anything for about a minute and just kind of stared at me. When my dad finally spoke he said, “Were you going to tell us?” “I don't know. Probably at some point.” I said with a shaky voice. “How could you do this? You know how we feel about your relationships.” my mom said, shaking her head in disappointment. “Why can't I just date whoever I want? Why do you always have to be so judgemental of me?” I regretted saying that as soon as I saw my dad’s face stiffen in anger. “You know we don't support that and we have told you what would happen if you did this again,” he said without hesitation. My mom gave me this look that was a mix of anger, sadness, and almost anxious, “we don't want you to be like this. If you end it now we will let you off the hook for now but if you keep this up we will have no other choice.” I had no regret for saying, “I know that you don't want me here even if I end it now. So, why should I stay where I'm just a nuisance. Anyways I don't want to be in a place where I'm not accepted or supported for my choices. I just thought you would put my happiness before your stupid beliefs, I guess I was wrong.” Mom half-shouted at me, “if you won't change, then we don't want you to come back till you are fixed. So pack your stuff and find some other place to go.” I was already in my room by the time she finished. While packing some clothes quickly, I noticed Gabby come into my room. She hugged me tightly and said, “Please don't go, we can go out there and fix it. We can make it work.” I looked at her, we both know it won't be that easy, not with them. “I'm sorry. You shouldn't have to worry about this. I will be fine, but I have to go.” I had already text Rachel, Megan, and Riley, only Riley could let me stay over. When I had my bag packed I headed over to Riley's house. I got to Riley's house, Riley had me come in and right away we saw Riley's mom and older sister. Riley introduced me, then asked me, “What happened?” I told Riley about my parents and for the rest of that night we just talked. Few days went by, I was still staying at Riley's house, Riley’s mom and sister were so nice and totally different from my family. Gabby and I had talked at school a bit, then one day she told me that I should call mom and dad they wanted to talk to me. I called them and on the phone, my dad said, “Hello Amanda. We are very sorry for how we reacted. We let our beliefs get in the way of letting you be happy.” I didn't say anything, I was still haven't forgiven them. Now, my mom said, “We truly want you to be happy, so we are trying to change it might take a bit for that, but please know we are trying. And we want you to bring Riley over for dinner soon, it doesn't have to be tonight, but please think about it and text us if you decide. We love you, goodbye.” I didn't go that night, but when I told Riley about the call Riley convinced me to go the next night. When we got to my house, my mom already had dinner ready and was just waiting for us. She seemed excited to meet Riley, I know Gabby was happy with us coming over. During dinner we talked, it seemed kind of normal, we all talked and even laughed. After dinner, I and Riley were sitting together when my parents came up to us and said, “we are sorry for not supporting you soon. We are trying our best and we hope you will forgive us someday. We love you.” “Thank you for trying it means a lot to me, ” I said to them. They left and I turned to Riley and smiled, “Thank you for being the best girlfriend I could ever ask for.” In response, Riley said, “anything for you.”

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Midterm Blues (College! Izuku Midoriya x Reader)

This is based off a thing from a college prompt list i found and then lost (pls if someone knows what im talking about send it to me). It’s fluffy and lame but hope you guys enjoy it!

This couldn’t be happening. The honestly, truly, could not be happening to him. Izuku had been working so damn hard on that gosh darn eight page research report in the past few hours, but in his physically and mentally drained stupor, he had ignored the little flashing notification letting him know his laptop was almost out of battery and before her knew it, his laptop had flickered off only to leave him staring at his own shocked face reflected in the now blank screen. For a second, he stared at his laptop that was resting atop his crossed legs in shock before letting out a loud yelp and pushing his laptop off of him and onto the library floor as gently as he could before scrambling to dig his charger out of his backpack. Unfortunately though, he was too late, and when his laptop had finally booted back up and he hastily re-opened the document page he was writing on, everything was gone.

So there he was, sitting on the floor of the main campus’s library with hot tears beginning to stream down his flushed cheeks while he frantically scrolled through his saved files to see if there was any remnants of all the work he had done, only to find nothing. His sniffles filled the secluded corner of the library he had settled into what felt like days ago, and while he had originally picked that spot because there was really never any other students around, this time he had been sadly mistaken.

You didn’t plan on going to the library that night, but when a friend of yours had texted you and asked you a question about your midterm paper for your English Composition class, you realized that it was, in fact, due tomorrow and you barely had a title page put together. Once you got to the library and got yourself settled though, you realized upon reading through the rubric for the paper that two of your references had to be from books, so you had to go off to search for some that would match your topic. It was during this search that you thought you heard someone crying and with your curiosity and will to procrastinate getting the best of you, you followed that noise until you found the source. A curly mop of green hair was what had first caught your attention and you had to let out an awkward “Oh..” upon realizing you recognized who that was. It wasn’t until the young man turned to look at whoever had stumbled upon him with puffy, red eyes still filled to the brim with tears, that you realized how stupid it was to be surprised that you found someone crying when that was sort of what you had been looking for.

“Oh, sorry..” You muttered out when you saw him anxiously begin to wipe away at the tears that were drenching his face. Poor thing..Obviously something bad had happened and here you were barging in on his..crying.

“You’re uh...Midoriya, right?” You asked softly, figuring the least you could do was try to help out somehow. Besides it would be kind of rude to just walk up, see someone you know crying, and the turn right back around and walk off.

“Ah sorry, maybe you don’t remember me? We had chem together last semester, and a few other classes too I think.” You continued on, scratching the back of your head awkwardly as your eyes looked upward while you tried to recount where you had known him from. You never really got the chance to talk to him much, but he always seemed like such a sweet and radiant person that you always wanted to try, you just never really got the chance.

He, on the other hand, didn’t need any help remembering you. With how much he had daydreamed about you before, you’d think that you were just some sort of figment of his imagination. Izuku technically couldn’t say he had a crush on you since he’d hardly ever even been able to stutter out a hello to you when you two had shared classes, but he definitely had something for you. He never even knew what it was, maybe it was just him thinking you were cute or maybe he had learned enough about you from awkwardly frequent glances and a lot of ‘accidental’ staring, but every time he saw you it was like you put some sort of spell on him. He wanted so badly to get to know you, hell, he’d give anything just to talk to you, but he could never bring himself to do so no matter how many times his friends encouraged him to.

That being said, the fact that the very first time he’d have the chance to talk to you was when he was crying his eyes out was pretty sad. He thought he had somewhat gotten better with holding in his emotions and not crying so much or being nervous all the time now that he was technically an adult, but of course you of all people had to find him during one of his weaker moments.

“N-No, I remember you..And yeah, that’s me..” He stuttered out, his voice wavering while he continued to rub at his eyes. God, couldn’t he get a break!? It was like the faucet in his eyes had gotten stuck at the worst of times and even the gift of your presence couldn’t fix it.

You didn’t find his current appearance as terrible as he did, though. Midterms could be hell and you had spent plenty of times yourself crying from stress or confusion over a project.

“So-Sorry, I’m...I lost a whole paper.” He whimpered out an explanation while jabbing a shaky thumb in the direction of his laptop.

Your features softened and you laughed softly, though it was at familiarity with the common situation and not at his crying.

“Ahh, man, that does suck! I’ve got something I’m working on too.” You spoke up with a bit more enthusiasm, trying your best to make the situation a bit more lighthearted. “Mind if I sit with you for a bit?” You continued on, taking a few steps closer to him. “Ah but if I’m being too pushy, just tell me to piss off.”

Izuku’s eyes widened at your last statement. You were actually asking if you could sit with him, he’d be absolutely insane to ask you to leave, even if it would save him from embarrassment. He shook his head and moved over a bit until his back was up against the wall so there was space for you to sit.

“You can sit! I mean, It’s not- you’re not being pushy.” He responded with a bit of hesitation in his voice.

The smile that lit up on your face was, however, was way more than enough to make his heart start racing and when you seated yourself down less than a foot away from him, he thought he might just start crying because of his unbelievable combination of bad and good luck.

For a moment, the two of you sat in a strange yet comfortable silence, Izuku doing everything he could to avert his eyes from your own and you just scanning the rows upon rows of books. You weren’t excellent at helping out people who were upset, but it’s the thought that counts, right?

“Sorry to hear about your paper Midoriya. When is it due?”

“..Tomorrow.” He sighed out, his little moment of bliss being interrupted by thoughts of his now nonexistent paper. His brain was absolutely fried and there was no way in hell he could redo the whole thing tonight. The best he could do would be to finish it over the weekend and take the bad grade…

“Why don’t you email your professor?” You asked, turning your head to look at him while you pulled your knees to your chest. When he finally looked up towards you with confusion in his eyes, you had to force yourself not to smile. He looked weirdly cute with tears in his eyes, maybe it’s because it made him seem so innocent, but either way you’d sound totally weird if you said that so you decided to keep it to yourself before furthering your explanation.

“Well I mean, from what I remember you’re a pretty hardworking guy. I’m sure your professor knows this, so maybe if you send an email explaining what happened, they’ll give you some extra time!”

In his exasperated and panicky state, he hadn’t even thought of doing that. He never thought of himself as a ‘hardworking guy’, but he still had a lot of doubts about different aspects of his personality so maybe that’s why.

“That’s a..good idea. I’ll have to do that.” He nodded, and for the first time since he lost his work, he cracked a bit of a smile. This made your own lips turn up into a satisfied grin. You had sort of been afraid you wouldn’t be able to do much to help him, but at least you had one good suggestion! Popping up from your seat, you stretched your arms up above your head before turning back to look at him again.

“Tell ya what, why don’t you do that and I’ll go get all my stuff and I’ll come work by you! Well, If you’re okay for staying a bit, I guess you probably want to go get some decent sleep..” You said, your words beginning with an excited tone and ending with a doubtful one. The guy was still crying a bit and you were asking him to sit and watch you work on your project. To him though, that was an incredible request. He thought you asking to sit with him was a miracle, but you asking him to sit with you? It was a dream come true.

“That would be nice! And I’d probably just worry myself too much to get any sleep right now anyways.” He replied, the smile on his face widening as his crying slowly halted to a stop.

Upon hearing his agreement, you gave him a thumbs up before turning on your heel and heading back over to the desk where you had left your bag and laptop. Instead of going right back to him though, you made a quick trip to the front lobby of the library to grab two sodas for the two of you to drink from one of the vending machines. When you finally made it back to him, you were happy to see that he had the remnants of a smile on his face despite his red eyes and cheeks. He had turned out to be as kind as you always thought him to be and you could only hope that he was as interested in gaining a new friend as you were.

Plopping down a few feet in front of him so you could talk face to face, you placed the soda you had gotten him on the floor in front of him before beginning to set up all your things.

“Figured you could use a pick-me-up. And no, you aren’t going to pay me back for it.”

The look on his face said that you had just stollen the words right from his thoughts and he was glad that he had only just stopped crying, otherwise he wouldn’t have much of an explanation for how hot his cheeks had gotten. Part of him wished he hadn’t waited so long to talk to you, even though technically you were the one who started the conversation, but at the same time he was happy that the two of you could officially meet in such a way.

With a flick of your fingers, you popped open the cap to your own drink before moving on to pop his open for him. After a moment, you held the drink up in front of you before your eyes met his own and you were blessed with that sparkling smile of his that you happily returned.

“Cheers to getting through our papers...And to new friends?” You asked, your brow raising to signify that you weren’t sure if that last bit was weird or okay to ask.

Luckily for you, he had never been happier to hear those words. With a grin still on his face, he raised his drink up with one hand and gave a confident thumbs up with the other, the positive idea of being friends with you making his night look a bit more promising.

“Yeah, to getting through papers, and making new friends!”

#mha #my hero academia #bnha #boku no hero academia #mha imagine #bnha imagine #izuku midoriya #izuku midoriya x reader

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otakufander · 6 years

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Camping au #2, New Faces and Friends

Warnings: some swearing but nothing to bad, anxiety mentioned, some flirting, tell me if I missed anything. Word count: 1700ish

Chapter two of my first fic. I hope I did good. I'm just doing this for fun anyway. 😊

“Hey there neighbors!” Patton said loudly.

His outburst alerted Roman and Thomas to the arrival of their neighbors. Roman had just finished pumping up the last air mattress and Thomas was getting the luggage out of the car. They followed Patton over to the group.

Patton first noticed the driver, he was moderate height and well built, he appreciated the rainbow T-shirt he just thought the sunglasses were a bit extra especially since it was getting dark. He then noticed the small young man dressed in an oversized patchwork jacket, eyeshadow, dark brown with purple tipped hair, and ripped black skinny jeans. He thought the look was good just not for the summer heat, good thing its cooler at this time of day, he was a bit shorter than the others and was underbuilt, although the jacket hid it well. He finally noticed the the last person coming around the front of the car. He was taller than the other two only by a bit, skinny with a slight build and had very similar glasses to him. He appreciated the simplicity of his outfit compared to the other two. If he had to say it, he looked kinda cute.

“Hey what's up.” Remy said walking over to say hi. Logan followed suit with Virgil trailing behind, his anxiety spiking at the thought of talking to people so soon.

Patton and Remy walked over to each other and shook hands introducing themselves.

“Hi I'm Patton Valentine nice to meet you.” Patton squealed happily.

“Nice to meet you too, I'm Remy Johnson.” Remy said. And soon they were all shaking hands and exchanging names.

“Salutations neighbors my name is Roman Prince.” Roman happily annoyed shaking Logan’s hand.

“Happy to make your acquaintances, I am Logan Johnson.” Logan stated with a polite smile.

“Nice to meet all of you I'm Thomas Sanders.” Thomas said reaching his hand out for Virgil to take. Virgil’s eyes widened when Thomas said his name, he thought he looked familiar.

“Wait thee Thomas Sanders!?” Virgil said surprised.

Thomas chuckled. “Yes I should have guessed I would be recognized at some point. Anyway what's your name?” Thomas said with his hand still out for Virgil to take.

“Um.. I'm Virgil Johnson.” Virgil said taking his hand and then shrinking back into his jacket. Thomas and Roman thought something sounded familiar about Virgil’s voice but they decided not to jump to conclusions because they've been wrong before.

“So your all related?” Patton asked interested.

“Yes we are in fact siblings.” Logan confirmed.

“Aww it's sweet that your all close enough to go camping together.” Patton said cheerily with a sweet grin on his face.

“Well Remy here offered to take us on a vacation and with our schedules and the fact that they perfectly lined up with the planned week we would have been foolish to reject his offer.” Logan said in a flat tone.

“Well it's still sweet.” Patton said with a small smile.

“Well the sun is starting to go down so we better get set up.” Remy interjected.

“Yes it would be most ideal to be finished before nightfall.” Logan said.

“It was splendid to meet you all, would you all care to join us by the fire tonight, we'll be cooking marshmallows.” Roman offered in a boisterous voice.

“Sure, what do you two say?” Asked Remy.

“I have no objection, Virge?” Logan agreed looking at Virgil.

“Umm……….ok.” Virgil said shyly.

“Great, see you there, if you all need anything don't hesitate to ask.” Said Patton.

“Thanks, anyway let's go get set up guys.” Remy said walking back to the car.

“We will converse again soon.” Logan said.

“See ya later.” Said Virgil as they parted ways.

They weren't apart very long, because even though Remy had been up the year before it had been with experienced friends and Logan and Virgil had never been camping before.

In other words they had no idea how to pitch their new three person tent. This leading to them asking the others for help.

Roman had been a boyscout for a few years and told them how to properly pitch their tent rather quickly. Virgil was amazed at how quickly Roman looked at the directions and figured out what went where.

Once everyone was set up they gathered around the fire just to chat.

When Thomas said that they all had been coming over ten years each the brothers were shocked.

“How long have you each been coming?” Virgil asked his mouth agape.

“Well I've been coming for 15 years, Roman for 12 years, and Patton for 10 years.”Thomas said.

“Wow this is only my second year and this is their first but it might as well be my first, I just drank the whole time last time.” Said Remy with an astonished look on his face.

“This is only your first year!?” Roman exclaimed.

“Yes we had never heard of this place until Remy brought it up.” Logan said.

“Hey I have a great idea, what if we show you guys around since this is your first time!?” Patton said giddily with a huge smile on his face.

“Yes that sounds like a splendid idea padre.” Roman agreed happily.

“Oh no we couldn't ask you to do that.” Logan protested he didn't want to be a bother, and Virgil agreed.

“It really wouldn't be a problem guys we love helping out first timers.” Thomas said.

“Come on little bros, you know it's rude to refuse an offer.” Remy said with a smirk.

“Well if we aren't a bother I guess it would be ok.” Logan said with a sigh.

“Yea I guess it's ok, it'll be good to have experienced people to show us around.” Virgil agreed.

Remy then said. “Welp I'm gonna break out the liquor. Anyone want any? You are all old enough right?”

“Yea we are but it's a no sorry, we don't want to be hungover our first night, we usually save that for the third night at least.” Said Patton.

“Yea Remy, Lo and I are out to.” Said Virgil and Logan agreed.

“Alright suit yourselves. How old is everyone by the way?” Remy asked.

“I'm 29.” Said Thomas. “I'm 27.” Said Roman. “I'm 26.” Said Patton.

“So all legal that's good to know.” Remy jokingly flirted with a smirk.

Roman and Thomas laughed while Patton's face went pink. Virgil and Logan both face palmed.

“Well how old are you all then?” Roman asked.

“I'm 28” Said Remy. “27” Said Virgil. “I am 26” Said Logan.

“Wait your the youngest?” Patton said to Logan. “Regrettably yes and they will never allow me to forget it.” Logan said with a hint of annoyance.

“Aww come on little bro you know you love us.” Said Remy playfully.

“I think I am going to retire for tonight.” Logan said annoyed.

“Aww I wish we could talk a bit more.” Patton said with a pout making him look a bit childlike and Logan found it very endearing.

“I apologize Patton but for the big day tomorrow I must get optimal sleep. I do wish to speak more and if we had gotten here earlier we could do as we wish.” Logan said with an accusing look at Virgil.

“Look I'm sorry again but I had to get it finished.” Virgil said defensively.

“Well little bro maybe if you would stop procrastinating with the research for the videos you would get them done on time.” Remy let slip in his alcohol induced haze. Virgil was shocked that he let it slip to strangers.

“Wait a minute I knew you sounded familiar.” Thomas said with realization clear on his and Roman’s faces. “Are you Anxiety from “Anx's Conspiracies and Cryptids”?! Roman basically shouted.

“Shut up, yell it to the whole camp why don't cha!” Virgil looked angry about panicked.

“Its ok Hot Topic we love your videos. And I promise we won't tell anyone who you are.” Roman said quickly. “But will say with your voice I expected you to be older and not quite as handsome.” Roman added a bit jokingly with a smirk and wink. Virgil went bright red and hid in his jacket.

Logan than quickly interjected. “I think it would be a great idea for all of us to retire before Remy can spill anything else.”

“Yea come on Rem let's get to bed.” Said Virgil pulling Remy drunk off his ass to his feet. “OK Virge, the cat sitting next to me won't stop telling me to stop anyway. (He gestured to Patton in his cat hoodie)”

Everyone then laughed their asses off before heading to bed.

~ Later in the tents

(With Thomas already asleep next to them)

“Hey Roman can I ask you something?” Patton said on the air mattress next to Roman.

“Yea padre what's on your mind?”

“Well, is it just me or is Logan kind of cute?” Patton asked his face flushing bright red.

“Oooo does someone have a crush?” Roman ever the romantic asked immediately interested.

“Maybe” Patton said face going even more red.

“Well padre maybe when we show them around tomorrow you could take Logan to see the history of the park museum, didn't he say that's what he wanted to see the most?” Roman suggested.

“Yea, thanks Roman you always know what's best.” Patton said.

“No problem, goodnight padre.” Roman said.

“Night Roman.” Patton said sleepily.

(Remy clocked out as soon as he fell into bed)

“Virgil are you awake?” asked Logan.

“Yes why?” Virgil said very tiredly.

“I have a question about emotions. As you know I'm not very good with emotions.” Logan stated.

“Ok well what's the question?” Virgil asked.

“I found the shenanigans of Patton tonight quite endearing.” Logan said.

“In what way?” Virgil asked interested.

“You know that sensation of metaphorical butterflies in your stomach, and your face becoming flushed? What does it mean?” Logan asked with a straight face.

*muffled laughter* “Dude it's either your sick or you have a crush on Patton.” Virgil choked out after his laughing fit.

“What are the chances that I'm sick?” Logan asked hopefully.

*even more muffled laughter* “Goodnight bro.” Virgil said with a smirk.

“Fine I'll figure it out tomorrow, goodnight Virgil.” Logan said defeated.

They fell into peaceful slumber to the crackling of the dying campfire outside, and the crickets chirping the night away.

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klinejack · 7 years

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clarz

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“hi divvy! i know you are MAD right now, so don't answer this until you...”

thanks so much for answering this! tbh i love the fact that you're religious and that you clearly love it so much. i went to a very catholic college, so that kind of thoughtful and deep connection with religion and tradition is important to me, and i love seeing it in other people. it's an important part of who you are! and part of the reason i asked is because you mentioned disliking the performance thing in your initial post, and i really connect with that. when i was growing up, the church i went to was pretty plain and traditional (despite very liberal politics and interpretations of scripture.) most of the other people i knew who went to church were evangelical and/or southern baptist, and i always disliked that their churches had like, full rock bands at services, and poppy contemporary melodies to "hymns." i understand that they're trying to make church fun, but it always made me suspicious and felt disingenuous. i don't think religious services should be a chore, certainly, but i also don't think that they should be "fun" in that way. that's not the purpose of religion. i don't think religion should become more like entertainment or performance, because it's supposed to be a space that's completely different from the rest of the world. it makes it feel less holy to me. so i definitely relate to how you feel there. also, how did you end up feeling about the service in the moment? (and i'd love to hear about the ma'apilim sometime)

SORRY I DIDN’T ANSWER THESE BEFORE CUZ I REALLY WANTED TO BUT PROCRASTINATION IS MY MIDDLE NAME (jk it’s tzviya but try saying that ten times fast. or just one time. slow.)

HERE WE GO:

1- i love finding other people who feel close to their religion, no matter what it is. i remember in teacher’s college i just naturally gravitated to the only catholic girls in my classes i guess simply because i enjoyed talking to them? we weren’t there learning to teach religion, but i’m always fascinated by what other people feel about it. i’ve found myself thinking on more than one occasion that i feel more comfortable with people who have that side to themselves, like me, rather than people who don’t interact/think about/believe in any of that kinda stuff. (im being purposefully vague because it’s a huge generalization, but nonetheless true-ish for me, i often find myself sharing much more common ground with palestinian muslims, for example, than a french canadian montrealer). i guess especially because religion is not something i consider a defining trait of mine, and im just in constant evolution with respect to that. judaism is so much more than just a belief in god or a practice of the rituals and commandments.

2- how fascinating to find someone in my age bracket who feels the same way about music in prayer. my problem has always been that i LOVE music, and its so personal and emotional that i DO see it fitting seamlessly with prayer but... it’s the setting that has always bothered me. it just never felt right for me in a synagogue. like you said, it’s just a different space. i don’t know about church and ‘making it fun’ but i definitely can imagine plenty of religions use music to draw in otherwise disinterested people who find prayer “boring” or pointless. music is awesome! i just wish people could feel the music in their soul as a separate entity from external music, like from an instrument. idk i guess i just really love singing XD and i wish it wasn’t always a performance or a competition of voices, because i think prayer should be personal. even if it’s between a community, its still voices connecting to each other. i’m reminded of Hannah’s prayer, in the book of Samuel (the prophet- his mother), she’s at the temple on one of the annual pilgrimages with her family and she’s depressed because she doesn’t have any children and her husband’s other wife just keeps popping out babies left and right. so she goes to be alone somewhere in the temple, and she’s weeping and praying to god for a child. Eli, the high priest, comes in and sees her shaking and moving her lips real fast so he goes, “hey, you shouldn’t be drinking in here” and she’s like “im not drunk, i’m praying”. so that’s the first place we read about a person actually praying, and not out loud. this was like a huge revelation to the priest cuz clearly he’d never seen that before, and now the tradition has become to pray like hannah. (as an aside, if u ever see the propaganda videos made by the nazis, they use footage of synagogues to show how loony tunes those jews are with their muttering and their rocking back and forth). cuz like, prayer is supposed to be out loud? ahaha anyway i forgot where i was going with this but... oh ya, okay, so prayer didn’t really exist (as we know it, in judaism- and therefore christianity/islam/western monotheism) until that point- it was all about the sacrifices. and the temple ritual was replete with music and instruments like the shofar, timbrels, lutes, blabla other ancient instruments. but since then, we’ve been meant to use our voices alone. so says tradition, i guess.

3- so i did go to services on yom kippur (kol nidre) but not at my shul. i went with my sister to the chabad house near my parents, and it was....not great. but it was compounded by a lot of factors- i got a wicked cold the day or two before, so my nose was running a marathon and i was coughing like a 90yr old with emphysema. i got my period that morning so i was on an extra steep emotional rollercoaster that i just somehow could barely control. so we sat on the other side of the mechitzah (the separation barrier between men and women), the rabbi/cantor stood at the head in the middle so we could all see, and we all prayed out loud, no hush on the women’s side or anything (pretty typical from what i remember of camp/school prayer services). but of course the tunes were not quite what i’m used to, and there was a bit of annoying stuff that just irks me as a perfectionist (like they use a lot of yiddish pronunciation of the hebrew words, injecting a bunch of oy oy oys and ahoyhoyhoys in random places, in fact i leaned over to my sister at one point and was like ‘did ned flanders write this nigun (tune)?’), but altogether i guess it was better than watching an orchestra perform the prayer? idk it was pretty bad, on an emotional level, but not in hindsight. im very good at ruining things for myself through sheer stubbornness. i must have embarrassed my sister just by existing next to her, poor girl, she really wanted me to like it. i’m glad it’s over, and hopefully by next year ill be back in nyc or some other city so i wont have to worry about it.

4- MA’APILIM!!!!! okay so this was my absolute favoritest thing as a kid and i can’t wait to describe it to you. one night in camp, every summer, the counselors and cits would wake us up at like 3am by barging into our cabins chanting (screaming, really) “MA’APILIM, MA’APILIM BEH-MASSAD, BEH-MASSAD. MATCHIL HALAYLA MATCHIL HALAYLA BEH-MASSAD, BEH-MASSAD.” which translates to : “ma’apilim at massad (the name of my camp) starts tonight.” i’m singing it in my head as i type XD. so they’d be screaming and we’d be tumbling bleary eyed out of bed to grab our socks and sweatshirts and run over to the flagpole (keep in mind i was 8 when i first experienced this, and we’ve had kids as young as 6 at camp). once we had all gathered in line with our bunkmates, the counselors and cits put on a little “skit”.

basically they acted like they were nazis and jews, and did a little skit of some basic bad holocaust stuff (don’t ask me to remember the exact details we’re talkin at least 20 years since i last did this) to scare the pants off of us. kids would always cry already at this point from the shouting. we’d all kinda follow into this “play” (sorry idk what else to call it), and marched over to the gym where we watched a fake hanging on the stage. they literally. hanged someone. in front of us. a fake noose, of course, duh, i remember my counselor showing it to me, but traumatizing to say the least (i still remember the name of the counselor they “hanged”- not sure this ever happened more than once but ill never forget it).

then we’d all hustle down to the waterfront, again “playing” the role of holocaust victims/survivors after these little “skits” had sort of put us in the headspace, and we play along, imagining we’d just experienced these things and were now running from it. it was terrifying and exhilarating as a small child, and an even more unbelievably emotional thrill ride as i got older and became pseudo-obsessed with holocaust lit and facts in general in my life (it never did go away but everything changes with age). ANYWAYS so down at the waterfront we got a speech from another counselor playing a member of the haganah (the main jewish defense force in palestine leading up to independence, which ben gurion later turned into the IDF). sidebar for a little history: in the 40s the yishuv (jewish agency) and the haganah began a mission called aliyah bet, “the second immigration,” an illegal smuggling operation to bring refugees from the holocaust into palestine under the noses of the british, since almost all countries in the world had barred their doors to jewish immigration from europe (a high level member of the canadian government is famously recorded as having answered, when asked how many jews they should let in, that “none is too many”). volunteer seamen from the US and canada and other countries crossed the ocean on cargo ships hastily refurbished to fit hundreds of people, picking up thousands of refugees in europe to smuggle them onto the beaches of haifa and tel aviv. paul newman has a lovely half nekid scene of this in the movie Exodus when he jumps off the ship in the middle of the night and swims up onto the beach- one of my fave movies ever and pretty much the story of aliyah bet (albeit with tremendous hollywood embellishment and only mild accuracy). these refugees who became illegal immigrants (caught or not) were known as “ma’apilim”- the root of the word is to “climb” or to “rise up”, and is found in the bible referring to the israelites who were still eager to enter the land even after the negative report of the spies.

okay so basically this was the idea. we were “playing” these illegal immigrants who had just escaped the holocaust, and were now facing another threat in the form of the british who were doing their best to keep them out of palestine. k so we’re down at the waterfront. all the kids get divided into small groups of about 10 or so, with one or two counselors at the helm to be our “haganah operatives” and guides to the end. what end, you say? so the camp is spread out into 2 areas, the main camp where the younger kids cabins were, and the dining hall and the gym and the waterfront, etc. then there’s a road in the middle of the camp, and beyond it a hill leading up to the senior cabins and some sports fields at the top. the goal was for each group to make it through camp to the top of the hill without getting caught by the “british,” played by the cits who were roaming around camp.

idk if i have to describe camp further for people who don’t know the concept, but basically we’re all in the middle of the damn woods with nothing around us for miles except the lake and the camps on the other side of it or down the road. ill never forget my first ma’apilim (tbh most of my description is from then, which is why its so fuzzy cuz these memories are 20+ years old), i was so lucky to get the tripper as our group leader (the tripper is the “nature dude” in camp, the survivalist ;). he immediately led us underneath the gym (which of course was just insane to my small mind... UNDER the gym??) to plan our route and give us instructions. we organized a roll call and signals, we practiced walking in a single file line silently and dropping to the ground on his signal. we smeared dirt on our faces for camo in the woods. it was *mason voice* intense. k so then as you can guess, we snuck our way up the hill through the woods. sometimes we’d encounter other groups, once in awhile i remember getting caught by a cit, and they’d take all or some of us to the “jail” on the basketball court” where we’d have to wait for a jailbreak (idk how that worked but it did, i remember it happening but not in any detail). a famous prison break that DID happen was at acre prison in 1947 when the irgun (another paramilitary jewish group) blew up the prison and broke out 28 of their members and 214 arab prisoners. if im not mistaken they briefly refer to it in exodus by recreating a prison break. exciting times. ANYWAYS fuck im such a tangential bitch sorry XD, by the end of the night we’d all make it to the top- “jerusalem”- and we’d have hot chocolate and say morning prayers as the sun rose over the hill.

i feel like my description is a little lacking, but hopefully u get the basic picture. ma’apilim wasn;t even the heaviest part of camp- that was tisha b’av- the fast day when we commemorate the destruction of the temple and every other traumatic destructive event the jewish people have gone thru. that night they’d prepare the camp with candles in sand filled paper bags lining all the paths. after dinner we’d walk with our bunks on the path and watch little skits in different parts of camp- scenes from these moments in jewish history, like the holocaust, pogroms in europe, the spanish inquisition, terror attacks in israel, etc. after walking the path we’d all convene back at the waterfront, where they’d set out a small reconstructed “temple” on a makeshift raft in the lake, and a banner on the beach that said “yizkor”- remember. then they’d light both on fire and we’d sit and watch them burn while singing appropriately somber songs like eli eli, by hannah senesz. after that we’d go back to the gym and lie on the floor in small groups huddled around candles. we’d listen as some people chanted the book of eicha (lamentations), and would slowly fall asleep (depending on our age, of course). anyone that was still up after that was over got to stay in the gym if they wanted to watch exodus- a 4 hour movie. the next day we’d fast all day (only those who wanted- 13 y/o +) and treated it basically like shabbat- no regular activities.

MAN did i get some wild shit imprinted on me from camp!! but i don’t regret one second. i only wish other people could have the experience i did, but i dont even know if they still do that there. they probably do, but this old lady has no excuses to step foot in a summer camp anymore :(

as a completely coincidental aside and not at all as a self promo, idk if u knew this but i’ve been working on a documentary for over a year now and this whole thing is a major part of the plot. i interviewed a lady who was a passenger on the exodus, and about 4 or 5 people who were volunteers from montreal/new york/new jersey/toronto that picked up and smuggled the refugees. the stories are incredible. i just hope the rest of the world will get to hear it from their mouths one day. all we need is 100k to finish the film XD

#clarz #OMG I FORGOT TO POST THIS #i thought i would add to it but this is a fucking essay so ima leave it at that #PLEASE ASK ME MORE QUESTIONS IF U WANT #ANYBODY #i love talking about this shit and i have nobody to do it with :))))#personal #jewish stuff #judaism #holocaust mention #death mention cw #hanging mention cw #nazi mention cw

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mustdang-100 · 7 years

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Shifting Perspectives

Mob Psycho 100 Fanfiction

How many espers does it take to rescue one abducted conman?

Months after the events of the World Domination arc, Reigen disappears sometime between leaving the office and after-work plans. Serizawa finds himself the unwilling leader of a bunch of former Claw members and a couple of stubborn teenagers, determined to get Reigen back.

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Chapter 1 Reigen swung his legs down from where they’d been propped up on his desk and stared, flabbergasted, at Serizawa. "What do you mean, you ‘thought it was cute!?’ That spirit had three rows of teeth! And I would know, I got the best look at them!" Serizawa came out of his reverie with a start, nearly dropping his mug, instantly apologetic. "It, it was just so small… I was just wishing I’d come up with another way to stop it, but I didn’t have time for anything but an exorcism when it went straight for your face!” Serizawa sputtered. Reigen continued to stare at him, now merely projecting indignation to hide his growing amusement. “It was fluffy! And, and pink!" Serizawa flushed. "I like pink." Reigen couldn’t hold back; he burst into laughter, putting his own mug down before he could slosh tea all over his desk. Serizawa flushed a deeper shade of red, ducking his head a little, but Reigen still saw his small, sheepish grin. “You’ve been spending too much time with Matsuo lately, to start thinking of them as cute,” Reigen said, wiping at his eyes as his laughter finally died down.

It was almost six p.m., approaching closing time at the Spirits & Such office, and Reigen was procrastinating on completing some insurance forms to chat with Serizawa over tea. A leisurely teatime had become something of an end-of-the-day ritual for them over the past few weeks, ever since Serizawa’s break from classes meant he was able to stay at the office until closing. Reigen found the ritual comforting – and had been chagrined to realize just how much he enjoyed having the company. If he was honest with himself, he was secretly resenting the day when night classes started back and he would lose this time to Serizawa’s other interests and school friends. Less selfishly, though, he’d been pleased that the extra time Serizawa spent at the office meant Reigen could watch even more of his ongoing transformation from the timid and insecure man he’d started as to the quiet, confident professional he was becoming. Reigen had recently even been encouraging him to deal directly with the customers – though never without his being there, of course. Reigen considered himself quite necessary to this business, particularly when a client’s problems weren’t actually spiritual in nature. And whenever something got complicated in an actual exorcism, he was there to smooth it over. He and Serizawa had fallen into a pattern, one that resembled less that of an employer and employee and more that of a partnership: the businessman who got the jobs and the esper who completed them. It was… nice. Reigen thought he might even be able to call Serizawa a friend – but he’d been wrong before. And he didn’t want to jinx it. You had to take jinxes seriously in his profession. “Reigen? What are you looking at?” Reigen focused his eyes to find that’s he’d been staring straight into Serizawa’s puzzled face for the past however many minutes. He blinked. “Oh, sorry! I was thinking about something else.” He realized belatedly that the other man was packing up in preparation to leave. Serizawa’s emptied mug sat on his own desk, the surface streaked with a pattern of yellow-orange lines from the light of the setting sun filtering through the blinds. “Right, ‘bout that time, isn’t it.” Reigen drained the rest of his own lukewarm cup and stood to stretch, joints popping. He asked, casually, “You doing anything interesting tonight?” Serizawa snapped his bag closed. “Oh, I’m getting drinks with Minegishi and Koyama and them – the usual bunch.” Reigen felt the sinking feeling in his gut that tended to rear its ugly head every time Serizawa mentioned hanging out with his friends, either from school or, increasingly lately, some of the other former Claw members. It was stupid. Reigen was glad Serizawa was building healthy relationships and integrating himself back into society. He really was; in fact, he was incredibly proud of the progress Serizawa had made after being so shut off for most of this life, and then horrifically misled, and even, Reigen suspected, emotionally abused. But there was still a small, terrible part of him that whispered, nastily, that Serizawa was now actually fitting into society better than he himself did, and just what did that say about the sad state of his own life? He was being petty, and jealous, and awful. He knew it. Which, really, had to be a sign that he was improving – he’d learned his lesson about trying to manipulate people into spending time with him with his mistakes with Mob, and now recognized the inclination when it appeared. He fought it by being twice as encouraging. “Sounds like fun! You’ve really been spending a lot of time with them lately, huh? Probably good for you all, like… a Claw recovery group or something-” “Actually, I was, uh, going to ask you, if you’d like to join us?” “Oh!” Reigen paused to school his expression into one of only minor interest, even as excitement bubbled up in his chest. “Ah, well, I do have some plans for this evening, of course, but really it’s nothing important, I can probably rearrange… uhh, although-” Reigen remembered something slightly awkward. “Do you think it’s been enough time that they’ve gotten over the… misunderstanding about my psychic abilities..?” Serizawa’s face broke into a grin that he quickly tried to hide with his hand. “Yes, don’t worry it’s all fine. Once they got over their anger at being tricked, they decided that tricking them so thoroughly was a talent by itself, not to mention all the things you’ve therefore managed to accomplish without psychic powers. They chalked it all up to your extraordinary leadership abilities and by the end of it were just twice as impressed. And,” Serizawa added, blushing again for no reason that Reigen could see, “I think they’d be happy to see you again.” Reigen stood a little straighter. “Well, that’s, that’s good. Very good. I mean, I am rather impressive… ok then. So, yes. Drinks. Happy to join you! Just gotta, finish up some paperwork and stuff, and, yeah I’ll, I’ll meet you there.” Serizawa beamed. Reigen blinked, caught completely off-guard. That was a rare expression from his nervous employee, and it was… like the sun coming out. He almost – almost – told Serizawa that the smile looked good on him, or something similarly unforgivably cheesy, before shoving the reckless inclination aside. But that grin begged for a response, and he couldn’t help but give a half smile in reply. Once Serizawa had left, Reigen scrambled to finish up the paperwork – it really did have to be sent before tomorrow, damn it all. Once it was sloppily signed, scanned, and faxed, he stepped into the bathroom. Reigen eyed himself critically in the bathroom mirror. Drinks. With a coworker. Or, employee – whatever. With a friend? A friend, and his friends. The suit he had on was probably okay for that, right? Or should he change? He had a spare suit stashed in his desk – but then he’d just be changing one very similar suit for another, that was stupid. He had another tie somewhere though, a darker one, more suited for a night out… No, no, then Serizawa would know that he’d bothered to overthink this enough to change what he was wearing, and- He took a breath. Which is exactly what you’re doing, overthinking. This is just some casual, after-work drinks, with a coworker who might be a friend, and some other acquaintances. Er, most of whom had tried to harm either himself or one of the teenagers in his care on at least one occasion, and that detail somehow managed to be at the bottom of his pile of worries- Stop. Deeper breath. One last look in the mirror to check his hair, which looked the same as it always did, and he turned to march out the door. Just be… casual. Breezy. Yeah, breezy. Smooth. He tripped on the rug on his way out the door. *** Serizawa tapped his fingers anxiously against his glass, glancing at his watch before taking an automatic sip of his water. “So ya finally asked ‘im?” Koyama slapped Serizawa on the back in congratulations as he slumped into an empty seat at their usual table, tucked into the back of the dive bar. Serizawa let out a small noise, both in protest and in reaction to the rather forceful hit; Koyama tended to forget his strength in his enthusiasm, and he fancied himself a matchmaker. Serizawa felt his cheeks grow warm for what must have been the dozenth time that day. “Just… just to join us for drinks! You know, like, like friends! Not, um, not like that. I told you, I still don’t know if he’s interested that way!” Koyama grinned hugely anyway, raising his eyebrows suggestively, before taking a long pull from his beer bottle. It was true – Serizawa found it incredibly difficult to tell what Reigen really felt about anyone. No, that was a lie; to anyone who spent any amount of time around him, Reigen was obvious about who he genuinely liked, and who he was just pretending to be nice to. Serizawa was just still uncertain about whether Reigen felt anything more towards him than simple friendship. At first he’d blamed himself for this, thinking it was his own lack of social skills that clouded his ability to determine how other people felt. But the more he’d interacted with other people, the more he’d come to suspect that that was just the way Reigen was; someone who talked a lot, but usually about nothing deeper than surface-level, especially his feelings concerning other people. No, you had to watch Reigen’s actions to know for sure how he felt. And Serizawa had been watching. He watched the way Reigen acted towards clients, and the teenagers he cared for, and he knew for a fact that it was different than how Reigen acted around him. And not to mention those moments he couldn’t quite describe, when perfect camaraderie that led to a tension in the air that seemed very… “more than just friends”-esque. Asking him to join the group for drinks was his first active step towards confirming just how Reigen felt about him; how did Reigen react to him, compared to other friends his own age, outside of work hours… Serizawa shook himself back to the present. “Stop teasing him, Koyama,” Sakurai was saying from the other side of their usual table in the back of the dimly-lit bar, adjusting his glasses while peering down into his gin & tonic. “He’s nervous enough as it is. He’ll ask Reigen when he’s ready, or not.” “I’m just sayin’!” Koyama spoke louder to be heard over the pop song that began blaring overhead, “He’s really beating around the bush here! Just ask ‘im out, he’ll say yes or no, and you can move on!” “Not everyone is as blunt as you, you ass,” Tsuchiya chimed in, tapping her emptied bottle against Koyama’s head good-naturedly as she stood up to grab another beer from the bar. Minegishi was the only one who did not offer his opinion, slowly stirring his mostly-full drink with a straw, eyes flicking from person to person as they contributed to the conversation. Probably because he had expressed his opinions on the matter to Serizawa before. One of the longest friendships that Serizawa had ever experienced, and the only member of the former Super Five he’d really stayed in touch with, Minegishi was also the most critical of Serizawa’s pursuing anything more than friendship with Reigen. Only a week before, Minegishi’s snide comments had finally driven Serizawa to ask him why he felt so negative about him turning his and Reigen’s relationship into something more. “To be completely honest, I… am concerned about the sincerity of your feelings towards Reigen.” “W…what!? What do you mean?” “I know you believe they are genuine, but…” A pause. “Reigen hired you to work for his business just as you were cut loose into a world that frightened you, floundering for a new purpose. I worry that you’ve formed an attachment to him due to his helping you through a time when you were vulnerable, and you are misinterpreting your gratitude towards him as something deeper, more meaningful. That could produce an uneven balance of power in a romantic relationship, which is unhealthy, and could lead to you resenting him later.” Minegishi knew Serizawa about as well as anyone did. But despite mellowing since leaving the clutches of Claw, he could still be incredibly pessimistic. Serizawa knew Minegishi was wrong about him and Reigen, but had stumbled over his words, unable to express just how well they worked together, how he was sure there was something more there. Eventually, they’d had to agree to disagree. But Serizawa knew that if he and Reigen started dating Minegishi would be watching them, looking out for any warning signs. He supposed, sighing heavily, that he should be grateful to have friends who cared so much. “So,” Tsuchiya asked as she slid back into her seat, fresh bottle in hand, “…when is he gonna get here?” Serizawa checked his watch again. It had now been over an hour since he’d arrived. “I’m sure he’ll be here any minute now.” *** Reigen was running late. When the almost-unintelligible voice came over the train speakers yet again, announcing their second delay of the night, he cursed loudly. The woman sitting next to him with a young child in her lap turned to look at him disapprovingly, covering her child’s ears. Oh, don't be so overdramatic. No way kids that young understand words like- The toddler turned her pigtailed head to look over at Reigen, smiling cherubically, and opened her mouth. “Fuck!” She gleefully bounced up and down, repeating the word. The mother glared at him with murder in her eyes. Reigen decided it might be best if he just walked the rest of the way to the bar. He was pretty confident that he knew the way, and at this point it’d probably be no slower than waiting for the train – not to mention the lowered risk of homicide. *** Reigen was lost. He examined the map on his phone again, following the path through virtual streets with one finger. When he thought he had it memorized he tucked the phone back into his pocket and strode confidently down the street. He was determined to follow the map from memory; he didn’t want to look like one of those people who had to follow their phones every step of their route. Despite the cooling evening air, he’d begun to sweat at his brisk pace. Of course. The sweat really wasn’t that unusual for him though; Serizawa probably wouldn't even notice. Maybe the other espers wouldn’t either… Who all had Serizawa said would be there? He couldn’t remember. Some from the former Seventh Branch, for sure – he found he was actually somewhat eager to see them again. He’d been weirdly proud of them when they’d shown up out of nowhere to band together and fight against the organization they’d once been a part of. I mean, Claw had gone after them first, but he liked to think he’d been a good influence on their decision to rejoin non-esper society- A car he hadn’t heard coming up behind him pulled up next to the curb. Reigen stepped back in surprise, all thoughts of espers jolted from his mind. The driver window rolled down to reveal a dark-haired woman, smiling at him just a little sheepishly. “Excuse me, sir? We’re looking for the closest train station to drop my husband off, any chance you could point us in the right direction?” Reigen liked to be helpful, but halted his automatic response, taking a another hesitant step back from the car and the woman inside it. Something seemed… off. The sedan was a relatively new model, but not too pricy, and dark in color; the textbook definition of ‘inconspicuous.’ Except that the vibe the blandly-smiling woman gave off was just a bit wrong; her eyes were too intense for her mild expression. Reigen’s mirror-perfect reflection in the windows heightened his nervousness. They were tinted darker than was legal, as demonstrated by the complete lack of light penetrating through the windows from the closest streetlamp. A light source which, now that he bothered to notice, was a little further away than he was really comfortable with… He glanced up to see that they were in a gap between streetlight coverage – the bulb in the light that was helpfully right overhead was almost burnt out, emitting only a dim orangey-yellow light that traveled no further than top of the streetlight pole. Reigen almost laughed as his heart rate sped up, responding to a rush of adrenaline. You’ve got to be kidding me… Okay. Either you’ve been watching way too many terrible crime shows and are completely overthinking this, or these are literally the lamest bad guys ever. He heard someone coming up behind him, and whirled to face them. Mid-turn, every muscle in his body erupted into excruciating pain. Reigen hit the ground, spasming; the impact of skin and joints on asphalt barely registered amidst the full-body agony. He could barely think, his brain forming nothing coherent but for an endless string of please stop please stop stop stop hurts hurts HURTS. Was he even breathing? The pain went on, and on, and on, seconds becoming an eternity… And then it stopped as instantly as it had begun. Reigen slumped limply against the ground at the sudden relief. His brain started working again. Someone – or multiple someones – were looming over him. And he was fairly certain he’d just been tasered. Well, that’s a new one for the books. They say life should be full of new experiences. The part of his brain not occupied with witty commentary was screaming at him to shut up. You are in a terrible position, you are surrounded and you must get up, get up get up get up. He tensed his muscles, preparing to spring up fighting, but never got the chance. He felt a needle prick his neck. In seconds, everything went dark.

#mob psycho 100 #mp100 #serirei #mp100 fanfiction #my fics #fanfiction #so i finally got over some of my writers block #and this is what came out #ta daaa #long post #shifting perspectives

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thecruciblegavemeyou · 7 years

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mint chocolate chip

i got bored and i liked this idea so i ran with it. longer than i intended.. could probably turn into something longer. eh (simons pov)

ao3

simon has a very bad week, and baz makes the mistake of grabbing the last tub of simon’s favorite ice cream

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this was the last straw. the last, very short straw of a number of shitty straws i had received this week.

monday

agatha broke things off. for the last time, i think. "si, this just isn't working anymore. we've both known that for a long time. and, well... i think i'm asexual, i dont know. i have some stuff to figure out simon, and i think i have to do this alone."

i could still see her, standing in front of me in the living room. i had romantic candles lit all around the room. and i (penny) made a fancy dinner, that was laid out on the only tablecloth that penny and i owned that i had yet to stain.

she didnt cry, but i certainly did. it was humiliating. i thought we had finally been making it work this time, and i was even going to ask her to move in with me and penny. hence the fancy dinner.

so she left me there on the couch and i spent the rest of the night crying in the tub (with a bottle of red wine).

tuesday

then, because i stayed up all night crying (and very drunk), I missed the bus to class tuesday morning. which meant i had to walk 2 hours to school in the rain while hungover (in a torrential downpour) and i missed my class anyways.

i didnt even get to turn in my paper, because even my professor had left by then. it would have been the best paper i wrote all semester too; instead, i watched the grade be entered as a zero. i tried to email my professor, but i already knew it was hopeless because she was a bitch. and i always fell asleep in class, so i wasnt exactly her favorite student.

by the time penny came around to give me a lift home, i was soaked to bone. i knew something was wrong the moment i got in the car, but i didnt press her. normally penny greeted me with tea, a scone, and a perky hello, but she was as somber as the rain outside.

she didnt say anything for a long time. we were almost back to the flat when she turned the volume down on the radio and turned to me. "hey, simon, do you remember micah?" penny asked.

"what a bloody idiotic question penny, of course i remember your boyfriend. im hungover, not stupid." i snorted, grabbing my sopping wet bag from the back seat.

she killed the engine; she was watching me with that expression of pity, the one she wore every time agatha said she wanted to take a break. "he's moving to london." she mumbled.

"pen, that's great! now i won't have to listen to your skype dates and-"

"we signed the lease for an apartment today." she gulped.

my world was spinning. i stopped walking, "when, um... is he in town? you never mentioned... was this a split second decision? i..." i always knew that penny move move out someday. i thought it would be farther down the road. i'd need to find a new roommate, because there was no way i could continue to afford the apartment penny and i had by myself...

"when are you leaving?" i blurted out.

"i spent today packing. im almost ready to go. micah and i are going to finish packing and moving everything from my apartment to the new one tomorrow. do you want to help?"

"you mean... i only have one day to find a new roommate?" i couldn't help the anger boiling in my stomach. she gave me no warning whatsoever and the rent was due next friday. im not proud of what i did next, but theres no going back.

i stormed into my room and locked it behind me. i couldn't look at any of penny's packed boxes. i didn't even stop when micah called out a greeting. i was too upset, and i didnt really know the guy well enough to let him see me cry. the took turns trying to coax me out of my room throughout the night, penny even went out and bought me sour cherry scones from my favorite bakery across town. i didnt have any appetite.

wednesday

i got out of the house before they woke up. i had work, anyways. thankfully, it had stopped raining sometime last night. unfortunately, the puddles remained. a taxi flew around the curb with no warning and soaked my jeans and shoes (my good jeans).

"bloody fucking merlin and morgana-" i shouted, before the mother behind me hurriedly covered the ears of her toddler.

I made it to the starbucks where i worked, and took in the comforting smell of coffee and sugar and the faint smell of cleaner that was used to wipe down the counters each night. it was apparently the only dependable thing in my life right now.

"sorry im late, trixie, i had a bad morning-" I sighed, grabbing my apron off the back rack.

trixie (my boss) just waved me into her office, "simon?" she was sorting through piles of paperwork and notices, and it took her a moment before she realized i was already in her office.

"so, simon-"

"yeah?" i responded, more focused on trying to tie the apron behind my back. i had terrible hand-eye coordination as is, it didnt help when you took one factor out of the equation. I could smell coffee wafting in from the front, and i prayed trixie would be quick so i could go out and grab a cup for myself.

"we had to make some budget cuts this month, so we have to let some people go... im so sorry, simon. here's your last paycheck."

trixie held out a sad, slumped little slip of paper. i stared at her, barely registering her words. after an awkward minute of silence, i took the check and left the apron draped over the chair opposite her desk. i didnt make eye contact with my coworkers as i left and i prayed they hadnt been able to hear the entire conversation between me and trixie, if it could be called a conversation.

i knew they mustve heard, even if they didnt it wasnt hard to put two and two together.

i shoved the check into my (wet) jeans pocket and made my way towards the flat. halfway home, i turned into the bank and cashed the check, knowing there was no way i would remember to do it tomorrow.

this was turning out to be the worst week of my life.

when i got back to the flat, half the boxes, micah, and penny were nowhere to be found. i holed myself up in my room again, this time having the foresight to take some food back into my room with me. i blasted my music, and kept the door locked again. the lock wouldnt actually keep penny out (there was a key for every room in the house) but if it was locked she wouldnt bother trying to intrude on my sob fest.

thursday

when i woke up, the house was empty. i made my way into the bathroom to freshen up and tried to ignore how quiet the flat was now. penny had even taken a lot of the photos and such with her, but she left most of the furniture (out of pity, i think). her and micah would get to buy all new furniture, together.

on the kitchen counter was a note, a key, and an address. her new apartment was within walking distance still (ten minutes or so). i imagined they were still settling in, and i still had nothing to say to her (i wasn't mad, i was just... not ready). anyways, i needed to start searching for a new roommate.

i went and grabbed my laptop, and settled in on the couch. i ignored the notifications reminding me to study or finish this project or that, and delved into my search. i didnt have class until later tonight, and i didnt have a job to get to either, so i had most of the day free.

i needed to search for a new job, too. there was no way i could afford rent if i didnt have a job, let alone a roommate to split the bill.

i had no idea where to start. i didn't really want to live with a stranger, but i absolutely didnt want to lose this apartment either. it was so close to campus, and i liked being near all the other students. it was ina great part of town, and almost everything i needed was within walking distance. maybe i could ask a classmate if they wanted to move in? it seems a bit short notice, and i imagine that by the end of the first semester everyone already has a place to live anyways.

i was screwed.

i grabbed some take out on my way back home, alone, and spent the rest of the night procrastinating homework and responsibilities. this is why i needed penny.

friday

it was obvious friday was following the same downward spiral when i woke up to a text from agatha, asking if she could come by to talk. she wanted to stay friends and she thought she left a jumper at my place.

i almost fell off the couch at four o'clock, when agatha let herself in to find me in my boxers on the couch.

"oh, hi, simon. didnt you hear me knocking?" she asked, hanging up her jacket and unraveling a scarf from her neck. i could smell her from here. that perfume would haunt me forever. i never really liked that scent. i'd have to light a candle after she leaves.

"no..." i mumbled, trying to be discreet as as tried to get my pants back on as fast as possible. agatha headed straight for my room to look for her jumper. she had no qualms, did she?

"simon, where did everything go? why is the flat so empty?" agatha asked, drawing back the curtains to let some sunlight into my cave. didn't she think this was awkward? why was she acting so normal?

i cleared my throat, "uh, penny moved out. she got an apartment with micah a few blocks down. she sprung it on me this tuesday." i covered the emotion in my voice.

"oh, well, thats great for penny and micah." she hummed and finally found her jumper, which had wound up in my laundry.

she started for the door. i refrained from going after her. i wasnt going to chase her and beg her to come back, not this time. even agatha seemed surprised. she stopped at the door, almost as if to tell my this was my last chance to chase her down and beg for her forgiveness.

i didnt move.

"it was good to see you, simon." she smiled and twisted the door knob, "coffee sometime, okay?"

"no, thank you, though." i said. i didnt miss the flash of surprise in her eyes as she shut the door behind her. i cranked the volume back up, and cried in tune with adele.

come dinner time, i made my way into the kitchen to try and find something to eat.

the fridge and cabinets were empty. all that was left was a jar of curry, a bag of peanuts, and expired milk. i let out a moan. penny always did the shopping.

i peeked at the clock. it was already nine. but i was starving, and i wanted ice cream. i deserved ice cream, after this shitty week. and maybe some alcohol. any type of alcohol.

i tugged on my old Watford sweatshirt and a pair of grey sweats, and dug through piles of crap until i found my wallet.

the store was half empty, and there was only one cashier open still, slowly checking out one old lady who couldnt seem to remember what she was doing. i made my way towards the milk and ice cream first.

i grabbed a smaller milk, because there was no way i would finish a whole one without penny, and it didnt look like id be getting a new roommate yet.

i stopped. there was another boy by the ice cream, grabbing the last tub of mint chocolate chip.

i lost it.

"no, no, no! merlin, no, you dont get to have the last of the mint chocolate chip!" i exclaimed and the guy jumped, spinning on his heel to face me. why was he in jeans, it was nine thirty already? who wears such nice jeans out to the grocery store.

"excuse me?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.

"if you dont mind, id like that tub of ice cream. i deserve it. i had the fucking worst week of my life. and all i want is to go home, eat some goddamn mint chocolate chip ice cream, get drunk, and pretend im not doing it alone." i shouted. he stared for a minute, before he broke out in laughter.

my face went red, but i didnt back down. i wasnt letting him take that ice cream away from me, i didnt care how gorgeous he was.

"i dont want to be alone, either." he smirked. "but you cant finish this whole tub by yourself."

"then come help me." i teased. i couldnt help it. that smirk was infectious. and he had pretty eyes.

"fine. but youre buying the alcohol." he said, pointing towards the next aisle. he followed me into the next aisle over, and we picked out various bottles of various alcohols.

he didnt make me pay. in fact, he paid for my milk too. and then i let him follow me back to my flat.

"im baz." he said, holding out a slender hand.

"simon."

i dont remember how we got there, but i didnt mind when i woke up on top of baz, stretched out on my couch, with him in a pair of my sweats (those bloody jeans may have been hot but i knew they werent comfortable). i didnt even mind the hangover i could feel coming, or the messy, empty tub of mint chocolate chip ice cream on my coffee table.

not when baz was kissing me, mumbling “good morning, darling,” in my ear.

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