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milkybonya · 3 years

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heartbroken

order 003 for anon: a large banana milk tea with strawberry popping boba for treasure’s Yedam

Warnings: angst, crying, explicit language, threats, violence

Summary: where Yedam is the badboy! at school and he has a soft spot for you ^-^ you somehow end up as his tutor and.. yeah :")

[a/n]: idk why it's so hard for me to imagine Yedam as a bad boy??? i hope i wrote this well T.T i love the badboy! concept tho hehe so i loved this,, aLSO I'M SORRY FOR SACRIFICING JEONGWOO LIKE THIS JEONGWOO ILY <3 i feel like i kind of unconsciously wrote Yedam as resembling Han Seo Jun from True Beauty hmmmm also i’ve been listening to a lot of Kang Daniel lately and am falling hard for that man so if you see this pls send Kang Daniel pics thx ily

"Everyone move the fuck aside and let me through," Yedam growls, speaking to the crowd that's blocking the classroom door. No one listens so he barges through, pushing people down to the ground if he has to just to get to class.

He doesn't care about why they've all gathered, or the poor student that has fainted at the door. He simply sits at his desk, props his feet up and closes his eyes to take a nap as all the students wonder what they should do.

"Yedam, what the hell?! Now is not the time for sleeping. A student has fainted and all you do is push people aside so you can nap at your desk?"

Yedam opens his eyes and pushes up the shades he's wearing. No one has ever spoken to him like this before, and even the students tending to the fainted person are shocked overhearing this. A relatively quiet student yelling at Yedam?

Who's this? Yedam wonders to himself, staring you up and down. He catches a glimpse of your name tag: [y/n]. I've never met this person- ... oh.

The one memory with you that he remembers: him falling off the top of the soccer goal post in an empty field just last year after class had already ended; you leaving the library and finding him there. Despite being scared of him and wanting to just leave, you approached him and gave him a piggy back all the way to the nearest hospital. He remembers the searing pain in his leg and how fast you tried to run, the wind blowing your hair in all directions as you shouted words of comfort into the wind: "It's gonna be okay! We'll get to the hospital soon, I promise."

When he later told his friend, Haruto about it, Haruto said, "I would've left you there and never looked back."

Even though Yedam knew he was joking, he can't forget how kind your actions were that day.

Is this why he isn't getting mad at you even though you're yelling in his face?

"Just let me take a nap," is all he says to you, sliding his sunglasses back down on his face. You shake your head at him before leaving the classroom, rushing to tell the teacher about the fainted student.

From that day, Yedam decides he won't leave you alone. For what reason? No one knows, not even him.

"Sir!"

"Yes, Yedam, what is your question?" the teacher asks, turning around from the blackboard to face the class.

"Can I change my seat?" Yedam asks.

The class laughs until Yedam shoots a glare in everyone’s direction.

"We're in the middle of a mathematics lesson, Yedam. Talk to me about it later."

"It's an emergency!"

"What's the emergency?"

"I need to sit here," Yedam says, getting up from his spot and walking to the seat on your right, tapping his fingers on the desk.

"And why's that?" the teacher asks, crossing his arms.

"Because... it's closer to the blackboard?"

Your heart is nervously racing throughout this interaction. Never in a million years would you want Yedam, the school's most renowned bad boy to sit beside you. Never.

"You've been sitting in the back for years. What's the problem?" the teacher asks.

"There's a problem. Very big one."

Yedam sits on the desk of that innocent student, sitting on their notes and crossing his arms.

"Yedam, can we talk about this later-"

"Nope. Hey... Junkyu? Can you move to my spot?" Yedam asks the student. One fierce glare from him is enough to get the student to pack up and clear the desk out.

"See? problem sorted," Yedam tells the teacher, sitting at his new spot beside you.

The teacher worriedly looks at you, noticing your discomfort.

"Well, we need to hurry on with the lesson so we'll talk about this later, okay?" the teacher explains, looking at both you and Yedam.

For the rest of the lesson, Yedam does nothing but stare at you. You don't look at him, not even once, but you can feel his eyes on you. It makes you lose focus, even though you're trying your best to take notes.

He's memorizing all of your features. the curve of your nose and lips, the colour of your eyes and how they look in the sunlight. He doesn't know why, but he just wants to look at you.

Finally, when the lesson ends and the teacher asks both of you to follow him to his office, you slam your arms down on your desk and glare at Yedam.

"Can you stop staring at me? I haven't been able to focus and you're making me uncomfortable!" you yell, silencing the chatter of the classroom.

Yedam gulps.

"I can't focus either, cause of you," Yedam says with a wink, resting his head on his palm.

You cough, shocked at his words.

"What are you saying?" you choke out.

"Let's go to the teacher's office. Whatever he says, tell him you're helping me with my studies so I need to sit beside you."

"And if I don't?" you challenge Yedam.

Yedam simply glares at you with his sharp eyes and you decide to comply.

As he lopes out of the class in a relaxed manner, you rush along behind him. In the teacher's office, you sit beside one another and across from your teacher, who sighs before he speaks.

"Yedam, I can tell [y/n] is uncomfortable with your actions. They don't want to be sitting beside you so please go back to your usual spot for the next class, okay?"

The teacher only speaks to Yedam, not even looking in your direction or asking for your opinion. You understand his intentions, but it still upsets you a little...

Yedam looks at you instead, an expectant expression on his face. Although you find him extremely annoying, his look is enough encouragement to get you to speak, even though you're about to say a bunch of lies.

"But sir, I've actually been helping Yedam with his studies these days," you croak out, gaining more confidence with each word you speak.

"Have you?" the teacher asks, raising his brow.

"They have, and you'll be seeing my improved grades soon," Yedam says, nudging you with a smirk.

"Well... if that's true, then alright. I'd better see those improved grades," the teacher says.

Yedam bites his lip while grinning, clearly glad that he'll be allowed to sit with you. On the other hand, you sigh. Who knows what kind of trouble this will bring for you...

After that meeting, the two of you sit beside one another in your next class. You feel your heart beating rapidly in your chest as Yedam stares at you from your right. The rest of the class has their eyes on you, too, wondering why Yedam is still sitting beside you.

"Can you please... stop staring at me," you whisper under your breath.

"I don't want to," Yedam says with a smile, continuing to look at you while his head is being held up by his palm, elbow propped up on his desk.

"I bet that [y/n] somehow seduced Yedam. They may look quiet, but they might be the slyest person on this planet," a classmate suggests from behind you.

Yedam's chair screeches backwards from beside you and he stands up, his arms swinging slightly at his sides.

"What the fuck did you just say?" Yedam asks, turning around to the classmate who was speaking nonsense. His face looks extremely angry - you've never seen him like this before.

The classmate puffs up their chest, trying to look stronger than they really are.

"I said [y/n] seduced you! And what?"

"You idiot," Yedam hisses, taking a few strides forward and smacking them in the face.

Instead of fighting back, the classmate doesn't budge. They have their head down, slowly reaching their hand up to their injured cheek.

Yedam crouches down to the seated student to meet their eyes.

"[y/n] never seduced me and never will. We've all been classmates for so long, you still can't recognize one another? Stop the bullshit. If I hear this again, it'll be more than your face that'll be harmed, you hear me?"

"Yedam, that's enough," you say, tugging at the back of his uniform blazer.

He finally turns around after a while, greeting you with such a bright smile that you wonder if he's forgotten everything that just happened.

"So, [y/n], are you gonna help me study or what?" Yedam asks you, returning to his seat."

"What do you mean?" you ask, confused.

"The teacher is expecting improved grades, so of course we should show him that, shouldn't we?"

The way Yedam tilts his head to one side while smiling at you makes your breath falter for a second.

"I-I guess we should," you stutter. Why are you suddenly getting so nervous around a jerk like Yedam? No but firstly, why is he being so nice to you?

"Okay, everyone! Class is starting, get to your- what happened to Jeongwoo?" the teacher asks, pointing to the classmate who Yedam smacked.

Jeongwoo's cheek is red and he has some ice pressed up against it.

"Got hit by a baseball. He's never paying attention to the right things," Yedam says, shaking his head.

The teacher thankfully shrugs things off. If not, Yedam would have been in deep trouble.

You release the breath you didn’t realize you’ve been holding and Yedam pokes you with the eraser end of his pencil.

“Library after school today, okay?” he whispers. You nod.

Yedam watches you neatly pack up your things with his arms crossed, unconsciously smiling at the way you make sure everything is in the right part of your bag before you sling it over your shoulders and declare that you’re ready to go.

“You don’t mind taking a motorbike ride real quick, do you?” Yedam asks, glancing at you as the two of you walk down the hallway.

Shit. You’d forgotten that Yedam has a motorbike and takes the thing everywhere with him. Even though you’re a little scared to ride it with him, if that’s what he’s suggesting, you’re more scared to say ‘no’ to Yedam, so you simply nod.

Yedam is quick to notice the way you gulp, though, and how you nervously fidget with your hands as you walk, taking shaky steps.

They’re nervous... he tells himself. I’d better treat them well.

Yedam hands you his spare helmet. When you hesitate to take it from him, he places it over your head himself, knocking on it to show how protective it is.

“In case anything happens, I promise I won’t let you get hurt, okay?” he tells you, holding out his pinkie finger.

You let out a scoff at his unexpected childishness, but still loop your pinkie around his.

“I’m not scared, you know,” you exert, swinging your right leg around the motorbike as you take a seat behind Yedam.

“Sure.”

Before you can even blink, Yedam starts the motorbike and whizzes off. You’re forced to wrap your arms tightly around him out of fear, and he smiles under your warm embrace.

“You can just grab onto my blazer instead, you know,” he yells into the wind. You hear him, but pretend you didn’t. You’re too scared to move your hands right now.

After getting over some of the fear, you raise your head and admire the moving blue sky above you, the way the trees stand at the edge of the skyline and how the wind seems to surge through your veins as well as directly through you.

You don’t even realize you’ve arrived until Yedam tells you, helping you get off the bike. Regaining your senses, you stare at the glass building in front of you.

“Yedam... why are we here?” you ask him in shock. This mans really brought you to the library that’s on the other side of the city.

“I just wanted to enjoy a fun bike ride with you,” he mumbles, walking up the steps to the library.

Once the two of you find a spot, you don’t waste any time in getting right to work.

“So... what subject do you struggle with the most?”

“[y/n],” he mumbles.

“What?”

“Uh... math.”

“Okay... let’s get started with that, then.”

As you talk, Yedam loses focus, getting lost in the sweet tone of your voice, the way your hands move as you talk, and your precious lips.

“Yedam? What’s the answer to this question?” you ask, pointing to the equation you’ve written on the paper before you.

“Uh... I don’t know,” he admits.

You sigh.

“I just explained to you how you should solve this! Did you not understand or were you not listening?”

“Um... I kind of just want to kiss you right now,” Yedam mumbles under his breath, smiling up at you with a slightly reddened face.

“What? Yedam, you’ve been mumbling all day today and it’s been scaring me.”

“Scaring you? No no, I don’t mean to scare you-”

Both of your phones vibrate on the desk and you glance at one another. You check yours and find out it’s a message from the class groupchat.

Jeongwoo: guys guys! [y/n] and Yedam are at the library across town studying together! i’m telling you, something is up...

Junkyu: says who?

Jeongwoo: sent a photo.

When you look at the photo, it’s of you and Yedam at the very desk you’re sitting at right now. Suddenly, you feel anxious. Has someone been following you? For how long?

Yedam: whichever one of you hoes is following us better fucking stop before i show up at your house and set it on fire. istg please leave us the FUCK ALONE!

Jeongwoo: shit i didn’t mean to send this to the class groupchat...

Yedam slams his phone down and looks carefully around the library.

“I found him,” he whispers before getting up and running across the library. You try to follow his trail and find someone wearing your school uniform running away with Yedam chasing closely behind.

If a fight breaks out because of you, you won’t be able to forgive yourself... you rush after them and follow them to the parking lot, which is luckily quite busy. You know Yedam won’t start a fight in such a busy place...

“You asshole, did Jeongwoo set you up to this?” Yedam grunts, grabbing your classmate by his collar.

“N-no.”

“Don’t lie to me,” Yedam growls.

“Guys, please stop! This parking lot is full of people-”

“Leave me alone!” the boy yells at the top of his lungs. People start to stare and Yedam lets go of his collar, dusting himself off. The veins on his neck are visible, showing his anger.

“If you do anything like this again, you’ll be in for it,” Yedam says to the boy before he runs away.

“[y/n], I’m so sorry-”

“Yedam, if this is what it’s gonna be like for me to help you study then I don’t want to do it!”

“I know, but-”

“Yedam, I’m scared,” you admit, starting to tear up slightly.

Yedam doesn’t know what to do, so he just sadly watches you as you cover your face and try not to cry. Then, you feel his arms around you as he presses his body against yours.

“I’m sorry, [y/n], I just... I’m sorry for putting you in this situation but I just... wanted to spend some time with you and-”

“You call this spending time with me?!” you sob into his chest.

“I’ll make them pay...”

“No, Yedam. I’ve had enough of your revenge and violence and... I just want to go back to my quiet life. Even a day spent like this has been too much for me.”

Yedam pulls away and steps back.

“I’ll pack up my stuff from the library. Please don’t talk to me ever again.”

As you walk away, Yedam silently watches you, hating himself for the fact that his heart is breaking. Why is his heart breaking?

The next day, Yedam is in his usual spot somewhere behind you in class, trying to sleep with his head on the desk but being unable to because you still haven’t shown up and he’s worried.

The same thing happens the next day.

And the next.

At this point, you haven’t shown up for a week and Yedam is incredibly worried. He’s tried texting and calling you, but you haven’t replied. So he storms into the teachers’ office, demanding for your home address so he can visit you.

The teachers refuse for privacy reasons, but Yedam says he won’t leave the office until they give it to him, so they reluctantly do.

“You better not be going to bother [y/n] in any way, but to truly just visit them.”

“Do I look like I would bother [y/n]?”

“Yes.”

Yedam scoffs, leaving the office with your address in his hands. He leaves the school right then and there too, not caring about the rest of his classes for that day.

After an hour of getting lost on his motorbike searching for your home, he finally finds it. Slightly sweaty and incredibly tired, he knocks on your door, praying that you’ll open it.

“Who is it?” you sleepily ask, opening the door. Your first reaction is to slam the door shut as soon as you see Yedam, but he stops you.

“Please, [y/n],” he begs. “I’ve been searching for your house for an hour and I’m so tired... just let me in.”

Your pure and wholesome soul can’t say no to this, so you invite him in, quickly bringing him a glass of water.

“Why haven’t you been at school?”

“I think you know why,” you say, sitting on the couch next to Yedam’s.

“Because of me?”

You nod.

Yedam sighs.

“[y/n], you shouldn’t stop coming to school because-”

“The kids have stopped talking about us now, right? So I’ll come back, don’t worry.”

“Ah... right,” Yedam says with a sigh, running his hand through his hair.

“Why are you even... here?” you ask him.

“To check on you?” he says in a sarcastic tone, as if it should be obvious.

“Why?”

“Because I-” like you. He almost says it but stops himself, knowing that now is not the right time but also because what the heck?! He likes you?! Since when?! These feelings have been growing so fast on their own that Yedam can’t even keep up with them.

“Because?” you urge him.

“I was worried. Am I not allowed to be here?”

“That’s the thing, I don’t get why you would be worried.”

The truth is, you’re suspecting Yedam has developed feelings for you. You’re hoping it isn’t true, but you need to know. So you’re trying to get him to confess.

“I like you, [y/n], okay?! I know now isn’t the time but you keep putting so much pressure on me and I just...”

Your heart works harder than normal in your chest to keep blood flowing, and you wonder why. It’s not like you like Yedam or anything... right?

“I’m sorry, [y/n]. I’ll leave now,” he says, standing up and grabbing his helmet from where he left it at his feet.

Your heart races as you wonder if you should decide to do that thing you’re thinking about... should you... kiss him?

Ah, you don’t even like this jerk! Why would you do that?!

Exactly, why would you...? Why are you even considering this-

Before you know it, your body is moving on its own as you pull Yedam towards you and connect your lips to his. The sound of his helmet hitting the floor doesn’t hinder you from deepening the kiss as you realize that heck... maybe you really do like Yedam. Why else would you have butterflies?! You wouldn’t get butterflies from kissing someone you hate! Like you wouldn’t get butterflies from kissing trump-

okay sorry, i’ve lost myself here but i’m trying to say

the way Yedam is giving you butterflies is unlike anything you’ve ever experienced before, and the way he wraps his arm around your lower back, holding you close makes you...

Yedam pulls away, panting slightly.

“[y/n], what the fuck?”

“Yedam... I think I like you, too.”

“You think?” Yedam teases you, grinning.

“What was that for, then?” he asks, pointing to his lips.

“Shut up,” you say, walking past him and purposely bumping into his shoulder.

He grabs your arm and whirls you back around to face him.

“Just how the heck did we end up liking each other?” he asks you. But after looking at you for even a second, he knows. You’re beautiful, and he realized this the day you helped him when he was injured in that empty school field.

I guess for you, somehow this idiot made his way into your life, and his repeated efforts to win your love somehow rubbed off on you. But still, no one can make your heart race like Yedam does.

“[y/n] is back!”

“Yedam is sitting next to [y/n] again?”

“Are they holding hands?!”

You and Yedam sit side by side in class, discreetly holding hands under the desk while sharing earbuds. Sure, the whole class will probably talk and spread rumours about you dating Yedam, but who cares? You’ve found someone you love now, and that’s all that matters.

“Okay, class, let’s start the lesson,” the teacher says, only stopping to show a thumbs up and a wink in your and Yedam’s direction.

“What was that?” you ask Yedam, who smiles.

“I guess he’s showing his support for our newfound relationship?”

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boredfanwrites · 3 years

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OiHina Headcanons #1

Some Brazil/TimeSkip OiHina headcanons that became a little bit of a fic, I'm not sorry:

Oikawa is definitely already operating a what happens in Brazil stays in Brazil mentality before he even runs into Hinata again.

The first time Oikawa sees the tangerine he's playing beach volleyball as Oikawa and the rest of his team take a well earned day off.

Oikawa wouldn't be sure it even was Hinata if not for the way he still managed those freakish jumps on soft sand.

However the first time he speaks to Hinata the two are in a club, both celebrating different things, a few days later.

Hinata spots Oikawa and beams, grabbing a second drink and taking it over to him.

Hinata starts recalling all the things that happened in high school, what he'd learnt and continued to learn, even mentioned a few things about Iwaizumi.

Oikawa smiled, drinking in the praise and the alcohol. And really who gave Hinata the right to look so damn precious.

The first night both are adamant that it's a one night thing, they both have people waiting on them in Japan of course. But they don't lose contact.

Hinata somehow worms his way into the hearts of Oikawa's team and therefore their practices. He claims as much as he loves beach volleyball and how much he's learning from it, he misses the solidity of the court beneath his feet.

Soon enough Hinata starts joining in Oikawa's practice and vice versa, both picking up skills that are beneficial to each of them.

It becomes more at some point, the two start hanging out, showing each other their favourite cafes, shops and parks. Hinata talks about everything and anything, he actually keeps up with everyone back in Japan so Oikawa knows that Iwaizumi is coaching, Kageyama is still playing competitively, Kenma is a very successful gamer.

Oikawa also knows that the Karasuno coach and teacher supervisor got married. Hinata very quickly shut his mouth, covering it and blushing wildly trying to back track. Oikawa laughed and said it didn't bother him, he wouldn't tell, but was also trying to conceal his staring at the flustered boy.

The second time it happened they were both drunk, both sad and both missing their exes. It hadn't been like that first night where the adrenaline and surprise had ruled. This one had be slower, softer, closer. Both of them desperately trying to replace something they hadn't quite lost.

Hinata stays. He sleeps on the sofa, but he stays. He makes Oikawa breakfast in the morning, cup of coffee in hand, saying they needed to talk about this and where it was going.

'I like you, Oikawa. I just need to know whether this is just going to be a thing or not?'

‘I think it could be a thing. A friends with benefits kind of situation, right?’

'Ok, from now until I leave.'

That was another thing. Hinata would be leaving. Oikawa knew he wouldn't stay forever, part of staying in Brazil was to try and find himself outside of his past. He never expected Hinata would stick around. He never expected himself to want Hinata to stick around.

They work out they have around a month and a half before Hinata heads back to Japan and they make the most of it. Sure there's a lot of fooling around, but the pair seem to take the friends part seriously too.

Hinata reveals how scared he'd been of everything in high school. Feeling like the whole team relied on him. Sure he'd built himself up to be like the Little Giant but the pressure that came with it often tried to drown him.

Oikawa admitted the problems he'd had. The reason he'd nearly punched Kageyama in middle school. The stupid knee injury that he still tests the limits of. The panic attacks that still hit him out of nowhere.

By the time Hinata has to return, neither one really want him to leave. Oikawa reminds him it was always supposed to be temporary, Hinata likes to say the friends part will always be permanent.

Neither admit it but they both cry at the airport as Oikawa sends Hinata off with a soft forehead kiss and tight hug.

Time passes, Oikawa is selected for the Argentinian national team. Iwaizumi begs him to come home, but Oikawa isn't finished.

They stop talking for a while, but Hinata fills the space with random anecdotes about his new teammates, about how Kageyama is suffering on the same team as Ushijima. And, when Hinata knows Oikawa is in a good enough mood, updates on Iwaizumi.

There's one day, in a cold November, that Hinata facetimes Oikawa at an unreasonable hour in Japan. Oikawa's just on his way to practice but he accepts the call.

'Why are you awake?'

'I needed to make sure you'd be with people. It's about practice time in Argentina right?'

Oikawa is shocked that Hinata even remembers, and then he realises.

'What do you mean with people?'

'Well, Kags and I made the Japan national team. We also broke up so things haven't been so great.'

'Ok, that's fantastic about making the team though. Can't wait to kick your ass at the olympics.'

Hinata laughs: 'yeah.'

'What?'

'Well, we had our team dinner where we met our coach and his fiancee...it's Iwaizumi-san.'

Oikawa hung up. Tears brimming in his eyes. Hinata was the one to tell him Iwaizumi was engaged. He broke. Didn't show up at practice, claimed mild food poisoning. He just needed a day.

Of course Oikawa didn't really expect Iwa-chan to wait for him forever. They hadn't spoken in a year or so, but he thought Iwaizumi would have told him about his engagement at least.

He shoots off a blunt 'Congratulations' text. Quickly followed by an 'I'll be ok' text to Hinata.

Oikawa really tries to put the engagement out of his mind but the Olympics roll around and of course the first person he bumps into is Iwaizumi.

'I hope you'll be very happy together.'

It's all he says, it's all he allows before running to find his original destination.

Hinata opens the door to a red faced, puffy cheeked Oikawa who's trying his best not to fall apart in the corridor.

They don't talk, Hinata just holds Oikawa close, being the big spoon until he falls asleep. Iwaizumi knocks once, but the cursing out Hinata gives him is enough to scare him away. Hinata may like his coach enough but he liked Oikawa more, he was the priority right now.

Oikawa woke up to Hinata scrolling through his phone, he peeps at the screen seeing pictures of Hinata and Kageyama, obviously taken when they were a couple.

'I was so stupid to think it'd be the same once I came back.'

'We both were. I'm stupider, cause I thought he'd wait forever.'

'Do you still love him?'

'Not like I did, doesn't make it hurt less though. Do you still love Kageyama?'

'I don't think I did before I even arrived back in Japan.'

That was a loaded sentence. Oikawa sat up straight, searching Hinata's face for any kind of sign.

'Once more for old times sake?'

'Does it have to be only once? I'd like to do it a lot, and all the other things that come with it. Like dating, yeah, that, um cuddles too I guess...' Hinata was losing it, Oikawa noted down that he would have to keep making the younger boy flustered.

'I would like that too.'

'Shōyō.'

'Tōru.'

Hinata nodded. They both laugh awkwardly before Oikawa leaves for his actual room, promising to meet him back on the court.

When Japan wins their match Oikawa rushes Hinata, kissing him square on the lips in congratulations. Kageyama frowns as Iwaizumi leads him away from punching Oikawa square in the jaw.

Oikawa moves back to Japan for Hinata. Which says something. He didn't ever think of moving back specifically for Iwaizumi. It's coupled with him retiring from volleyball finally. His knee was really starting to give him trouble a lot more often, much to Hinata's frustration.

Hinata continues playing, and Oikawa finds a job in the fashion industry. As much as he'd liked to have been a model he finds that working as a photoshoot stylist has it's benefits. One of them being seeing a few old friends of his.

The main benefit of course is having time for a relationship. Hinata and he get their own apartment together a year into dating, and it's cosy and homely and everything Oikawa had always wanted. It's warm.

Oikawa did most of the decorating, even though Hinata definitely sneaks a few volleyball posters in. He also snuck in a framed collage of Oikawa's first ever shoot he styled solo. Oikawa announced he loved him that day.

Hinata said I love you first the day that Oikawa announced he was retiring. He'd say he just wanted Oikawa to know, that he didn't expect him to say it back, but Oikawa knew Hinata had been in love with him since Brazil, a part of Oikawa had been in love with Hinata then too.

Oikawa proposes. Much like their first kiss at the Olympics, its four years into their relationship. They'd been speaking about it. Hinata was talking about finally retiring and it was his last competitive match.

His team had won and as their friends and family swarmed the court Oikawa blended in, reaching Hinata and sliding down onto one knee. It was a private moment just for them, the team hiding them from the crowd.

Of course Hinata said yes.

I might do a part two to this of OiHina and their disgustingly domestic married life, haven’t quite decided.

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aomine-ryo · 4 years

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Um, hello I’d like to ask, since your scenario requests are open, a little scenario with Aomine (Or any GoM+Kagami of choice) based on the song “Heather” by Conan Gray? (It could be about Momoi or another girl) If possible, make it extremely angst with a happy ending? I’m sorry if it’s too specific or too vague and you don’t need to do this but I thought it’d be nice. Keep up the good work regardless!✨💖

Ahhh I love conan’s music so I should be thanking you for this request!! I hope you like it xx

Scenario: Aomine Daiki x Reader based on “Heather” by Conan Gray

You had a crush on Aomine Daiki. Who wouldn’t? He’s tall, athletic, and a smooth talker— it’s so incredibly easy to fall for him. Your feelings for him blossomed almost instantly when you first laid eyes on him in your classroom at the start of your first year at Touou. He sat at the desk behind you and he would often ask to borrow your pencils during class, which allowed you to casually strike up a conversation with him by joking that he never has his own pencil.

Over time, the two of you became quite close. You wouldn’t talk to him much out of class, because both of you had other things to do, but in class you two were inseparable. As you grew closer, you couldn’t help but wonder if he felt the same way you did.

“Hey, you and Aomine are getting really close, huh?” one of your friends pointed out to you as you walked around the school courtyard during break.

The mere sound of his name caused your heart to race. “Yeah, I guess. We only talk in class though,” you shrugged, being careful not to show that you had a crush on him because word spreads fast in your school.

“You two look cute together,” she said to you out of nowhere, causing you to almost choke on the water you were sipping.

“W-What?”

“It’s just a thought, you probably don’t like him anyways,” she continued nonchalantly, just speaking whatever came to her mind, “one of the girls in our class was telling me how he’s always smiling when you speak to him.”

“Why is everyone watching us? That’s so weird,” you said coolly, though it did make you happy that your friend also thought that you two would be a great pair— which encouraged you to shoot your shot with him.

Your friend shrugged, “Class gets boring sometimes.” There was a small silence between you two as she looked up at the cloudy sky and sighed, “Too bad he has a girlfriend though.”

Just like that, all your hopes came shattering down around you. The fluttering in your chest came to a halt and everything felt heavy. “He does?” you were able to say, doing your best not to scream in frustration.

“Yeah, you didn’t know? That girl, Momoi, from class 3. She’s gorgeous, I think even I might have a crush on her,” your friend joked.

You forced a small chuckle in response, unable to stop your mind from spiralling. It made sense that he had a girlfriend. You couldn’t be mad at him for having one because well, he was never yours to begin with; it just hurt.

When you got back to class to resume the second half of your school day, you did your best to act like everything was normal while you talked to Aomine. It didn’t help that just seeing his face made you want to burst into tears, but you held them back, telling yourself that you’ll have a good cry to yourself when you get back home.

The school day finally came to an end and you bid your usual goodbyes to your friends and Aomine before heading off to the bus stop near school. You were finally alone for the first time that day, and you couldn’t help but let a few tears slip out as you pulled your school blazer closer to you for warmth. It was unbelievably cold that afternoon, and you cursed your past self for not remembering to bring a warmer piece of clothing in the middle of winter.

“Boo!” a deep voice suddenly said from behind you as a pair of hands gripped your shoulders, causing you to gasp and jolt your body at the surprise. Before turning around, you quickly wiped the tears off of your face and put on a smile.

“Aomine! You scared me,” you chuckled, voice raspy even though you were only crying for a few seconds. “Don’t you have basketball practice?”

“Never mind that,” Aomine said, looking at your trembling body, “you’re shivering. Did you not bring a sweater?”

You shook your head in response, “I forgot it this morning.”

Aomine sighed and dug around his backpack before pulling out a large black sweater and handing it to you. “You got lucky that I have an extra one. I can’t have my pencil supplier dying of hypothermia,” Aomine joked as you pulled his sweater over your head. It smelled just like his cologne, with a hint of fabric softener— and suddenly you had this bittersweet feeling overcome you. You would have been over the moon if he had done this the day before, but you couldn’t enjoy it as much after what your friend had told you earlier. “Hey, it looks better on you than it does on me— that’s not fair,” he sighed.

“Thanks,” you said with a smile, unable to even look him in the eye as you internally panicked at his words.

“Dai-chan!” a high-pitched voice called out from a distance. You looked over and saw a pink-haired girl that wore the same uniform jogging towards you. She was undoubtedly pretty. As she got closer and closer to you, you started to take note of her features; her bright eyes, smooth skin and luscious hair were nothing short of beautiful. Almost instinctively, you glanced at Aomine, and his eyes were glued onto her, even when she finally came to a halt and stood in front of him. He was completely mesmerised by her and you couldn’t blame him— which made you even more frustrated somehow. “It’s so cold,” she pouted, before hugging Aomine tightly.

A smile began to form on Aomine’s lips as he returned the warm embrace, wrapping his long arms around her small body. You felt an ache in your chest as you watched Aomine place a small kiss on the top of her head, wishing it was you he was holding instead of her.

“Oh let me introduce you two,” Aomine said, finally looking at you. “Satsuki, this is Y/N, she’s one of my classmates. Y/N, this is my girlfriend, Momoi Satsuki.”

A small part of you was hoping that what your friend told you wasn’t true, but hearing the words come out of his own mouth felt like your heart was getting repeatedly run over by a bus. “H-Hi, nice to meet you,” your voice trembled.

“Oh God, you’re shivering! Are you sure you should be out here? My house is nearby, you can warm up there if you’d like,” Momoi offered. Of course she was incredibly sweet too.

You spotted your bus finally approaching the stop, and you couldn’t be more relieved to see it. “It’s alright, my bus is here. Thank you though,” you smiled at her before waving goodbye to the two of them as you got into the bus. Once you were settled, you peered out of the window, watching the two of them interact with each other with smiles on their faces. They began to walk together and you noticed Aomine put his arm around her shoulder as the bus slowly began to drive away. You felt your throat tighten up as you hugged Aomine’s sweater closer to your body, begging your heart to get over him because there was no way he’d leave someone as perfect as Momoi for you.

For the next few weeks, you were able to contain yourself, finally feeling yourself slowly getting over it, and you even returned his sweater because it pained you to keep it. You’d notice him walking to the canteen with Momoi during break, which hurt you at first but it fizzled out as days passed by. You were glad that Aomine was happy, you wished that you were the one making him feel that way, but it wasn’t. The two of you paired up for a task in art class where you had to draw each other. “Ugh they make us do this every year,” Aomine groaned as you turned your desk around so the two of you were facing each other.

The two of you began to draw in silence. However, every time you’d look up at his face, you’d feel that familiar heartache, which was awful because it meant that you weren’t getting over him like you convinced yourself you were. Every time you’d look up at him, you wanted to scream that you liked him, but you did your best to tell yourself that you didn’t.

Aomine began to chuckle, “Oh God, I’m so bad at art,” you didn’t like him. “You’re nowhere near as ugly as my drawing,” you didn’t like him. “I hope you don’t hate me after seeing my work—”

“I like you!” you suddenly blurted out, before immediately clasping your hand over your mouth when you realised what you had said.

Aomine’s smile faded away as he wore a confused expression on his face, “What?”

“I’m sorry, just forget I said that, please,” you said quickly, as you avoided all eye contact with him and pretended to be invested in your art.

“What do you mean you like me?”

“Please just drop it. I don’t know what I was saying,” you mumbled, cursing yourself for saying something.

The bell rang for break and your teacher left the class after telling everyone to finish their work by the next class. Your classmates around you got up from their seats and began to move all over, but you and Aomine were frozen in place. After a long moment of silence the navy haired boy finally spoke up, “I like you too.”

You looked up at him with eyes as wide as saucers. Did you hear him right? “Don’t say that,” you said in what was barely a whisper, knowing that lies would hurt more than him just rejecting you. “What about Momoi?”

“I didn’t tell anyone yet, but we broke up. She was my best friend before we dated, and we realised it was better that way,” Aomine explained. “Besides, she’s still hung up over one of my friends from middle school.”

You couldn’t believe your ears. This had to be a lie. Nothing is ever this easy. “Okay, but there’s no way you like me,” you said to him, ridding yourself of any filters because you just wanted things to be clear.

“What’s not to like? You’re one of the few people I enjoy talking to. I don’t know if you noticed, but you’re the only person in this class that I actually talk to.”

The butterflies in your stomach seemed to return as your heart began to race. It was real. He liked you. Your feelings weren’t unrequited after all. “You have no idea how happy I am right now,” you gushed, colour rising to your cheeks as you tried to collect your thoughts. For the first time in a while, the thought of Aomine wasn’t painful.

The two of you went on a date after school to a nearby cafe. As you walked there in the chilly winter weather, Aomine put his arm around your shoulder. And after ages of wondering what this very action would feel like, you finally had your answer; it felt warm and loving and it was even better than you could possibly imagine.

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“Losty Aone” / “Losty Mountain Man🏔” Series:

Outtake Collection #6

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A/N: 1 word, 5 letters: D R A M A

Pls peep the vote at the end! I know there are not very many of you who read this so I want to make it enjoyable for y’all 🥰 it’s sooo important to me that I write what makes me happy

OUTTAKE 5 WAS POSTED HOURS BEFORE THIS ONE SO CHECK IT !

‼️THIS IS THE 10TH PART IN A SERIES READ THE OTHER PARTS BEFORE THIS ONE: ‼️

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Hours After You Noticed Aone For The First Time And Had Lunch Together! 🤫🥩

With a very discreet bounce in his step, Aone Takanobu walked into the Date Tech boys volleyball team changeroom after exchanging numbers with you after school.

“AONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”

Upon entrance, the entire team jumped him, tackling him to the ground while shouting praise and acclamations of joy loudly!

Aone was actually grinning, shoving the boys off of him to pretend that he was annoyed.

But anyone could tell that this mountain man was on cloud 9!!!!

Futakuchi reached out his hand to help Aone up and the mountain man took it. They shared a look that only Aone knew meant his best friend was happy for him. Proud of him.

Actually, Kenji’s look was one of happiness and pride, yes, but it was also full of nerves for his friend’s potential heartbreak. But Aone was too overjoyed inside to pick up on that.

“So Y/N finally knows your name!” Koganegawa yelled as he jumped on Aone’s back.

Shrugging the big boned setter off, Aone blushed. He has never been happier in his entire life and it was kind of embarrassing that the whole team knew why that was.

“I’m very happy.” Aone nodded at his team who smiled brilliantly back at him. “But please, do not get your hopes up. I’m trying with everything in me not to get mine up, in case Y/N decides she doesn’t like me. She and I are just going to start talking for now. And for that I am grateful.” Stomach in knots, Aone bowed to his team in thanks for all the encouragement and praise.

“But Aone-senpai, Y/N asked you to lunch! We all watched you guys, she looked ecstatic talking to you and she even glared at these other girls in the hallway because they were checking you out!”

Aone’s heart dropped. “She did?”

Kenji smiled, patting him on the back. “Saw it with my own eyes too, big guy.”

Aone felt like he was so happy he could sing, but he knew how odd that would look coming from such a big and serious guy like himself.

“Oh. Well... that’s quite nice.”

What a turn of events! This morning, Aone was going through another day with a heavy heart because the love of his life would never like him back. Then, it only took him defending you against the class snitch for everything to change......

✏️ Earlier That Day ✏️

Aone was sitting in class like any other day, doing his work, listening to the teacher intermittently and your daily conversation with your friends. The teacher excused himself to run a club errand for 20 minutes, trusting the class to stay quiet and complete their homework. Like most typical high school classes, the volume raised as soon as the teacher stepped out. Aone glanced over at your talkative self for the 15th time that period and noticed how much you were glowing because your team had returned last night placing second at Regionals. You looked radiant, absolutely stunning with your brighter smile and louder angelic laugh.

In Mountain Man’s daydream, he imagined telling you that you looked beautiful today followed by a congratulations for placing second. You would rush over to him and kiss him in thanks then start ripping his clothes off so that you could—

“Y/N! I am sick and tired of you and the rest of the popular kids not listening to the teachers instructions! What part of ‘stay quiet’ is hard to understand in that pea brain of yours!?!??!”

To Aone’s left, sitting in his row, he looked for the yelling voice. It was who everyone (except Aone) called ‘the class snitch’ and school mascot: Tsume Lian.

Also known as Y/N’s arch nemesis.

Seating looks like:

Y/N glared at him.

“Tsume, no one was talking to you.”

“I know that, dork!” He fumed. “BECAUSE WE ARE NOT SUPPOSED TO BE TALKING! I’m trying to do my homework as asked, and you and the popular crowd just ignore everything the teacher says and it’s disgusting! I’m tired of it! I want you expelled!”

Aone noticed Y/N’s startled expression at the prospect of being expelled, because he knew from overhearing your conversations that your parents were this close to sending you to Seijoh to get your grades up and live on campus there. According to your gossip last week, if you failed another class or got another complaint from a teacher then your parents would under no circumstances allow you to cheer again.

Aone clenched his fists tightly around his pencil because he couldn’t stand the idea of seeing Motomu or Kindaichi drooling over you at his enemy school.

One of Y/N’s friends who Aone knew as Kusa, spoke up in defence of Y/N. “Oh shut it, Tsume. Us chatting isn’t bothering anyone else.”

“I don’t care! You cheerleaders think you can do anything you want and that’s that!! YOU WILL face repercussions if I can help it!”

Kusa feigned fear. She turned her entire body toward him in her seat, meaning business. A bitch had time today.

The entire class gave this drama all of their undivided attention when they witnessed that move, ready for the show like:

“Oh yeah?! And why are you just snapping about this now, huh? Why not before?” Kusa snapped. You put a hand on your friends arm, silently trying to tell her he isn’t worth her energy.

“Because I realized just how selfish, inconsiderate, and deplorable you good-looking, popular women are! You don’t deserve to be bowed down to like I thought! You should be treated like everybody else!”

“What are you talking about?” Y/N interjected. “No one treats us like that. Even if they did, we don’t ask them to nor do we ask to be popular and we especially don’t ask for special treatment, Lian. Why are you so mad??? Get your life.”

COLLECT HIMMMMMM 👏🏾👏🏾

Aone smirked to himself. In all his years of crushing on you he has never seen you look so fierce and he too put his pencil down to enjoy what was a different and fiery side of his crush. It made him want to fuck the shit out of you, you looked so sexy. Aone found he liked every side of you.

“I did have a life. I was a mascot and—“

“—And you were spending too much time looking up our SKIRTS instead of hyping up a CROWD, making the first years uncomfortable and borderline stalking Y/N so badly she asked that we terminate you! You are lucky she kept that to herself for so long! 🤬 And THAT’S why you’re mad!”

The class collectively gasped. Some whipped their phones out to snapchat the gossip. Aone widened his eyes in silence, since he was in between, he was looking back and forth at the fight like a tennis match.

Hahahaha 🎾

Live footage of the classes reaction when Kusa READ TSUME FOR FILTH:

Tsume went red with anger, but anyone could tell that he was guilty guilty guilty !!!!

“When the teacher returns, I’m telling him and the principal the truth that you Y/N are a bully and you constantly disrupt the class! Who do you think they’re going to believe?! Their best student? Or their worst?! Say hi to AobaJohsai summer school for me!”

You frowned, scared out of your mind because Lian was right. The teacher’s believed everything he had to say and ever since you exposed him for sending you creepy messages and inappropriate pictures from a fake account that you knew was his, the class snitch has had it out for you. Even if the cheerleaders had your back, your parents would just think they are trying to protect you and never believe it! Tsume Lian was smart and dead set on planning your demise. It was unfair. You wanted to cry. Kusa whispered something to you in encouragement but you could feel the back of your eyes warming due to impending tears.

Meanwhile, with Mountain Man - Today was a day of firsts in his ‘Crushing on Y/N’ book. It was the first time he’s ever seen you glowing because of the Regional results, it was the first time he’s ever seen you so sassy, and now............. Aone notes that today is also the first time he’s ever seen you on the verge of tears before.

Unlike your glowing and your sassiness, Aone decided that he hated the last first more than anything in the world.

It consumed his emotions, how badly he didn’t want to see you cry.

“You really are slimy, Tsume. Wait until Katana hears this.” Kusa spat, rubbing her hand up and down Y/N’s back to soothe you as you willed your tears not to fall.

Seeing you so sad, Aone’s heart clenched.

He knew what it was like to be hurting but he never ever wanted that for you—not ever.

“Hey Y/N-chan, why don’t you show me that video your mom got of our reaction to us placing second yesterday?? I’d love to see it.” Kusa has accurately distracted you because she texted Katana what was happening and Katana knew just what to do until she got there.

You smiled, thinking about the overwhelming happiness from yesterday when your team placed second. You whipped out your phone and showed Kusa, smiling and giggling in a matter of seconds as it played.

Aone was glad you seemed good.

He turned to look at Tsume, who seemed to be raging inside. Shooting daggers at the two cheerleaders because they weren’t crumbling under his threats. They were laughing, in fact. Ignoring him as if he didn’t matter. Aone could tell Tsume was a ticking time bomb with how mad he was. His anger toward you looked severely unhealthy.

You let out a rather amusing laugh with Kusa as you two pointed to your screen and Aone’s heart skipped a beat because he loved that laugh so much. God, he is so fucking whipped.

When you laughed like that though, it sent perverted-snitch Tsume over the edge, bubbling over in anger like a piping hot kettle.

Aone watched him with studious eyes as Tsume took a deep breath to say something else that Aone was sure would stop your harmonious laughter that he adored......

“Y/N—“ Tsume started, but without warning, THE AONE TAKANOBU, DATE TECH MIDDLE BLOCKER, OUR MOUNTAIN MAN, interrupted him! Stopping all speech in the class with his simple, deep-voiced command:

“Leave her be. She’s having fun.”

The class:

The class went silent because they’d never really heard Aone’s voice before. :S

Still riled up, the class snitch took one look beside him (he was too distracted before) as to locate the voice. Once his eyes set on the verrrry muscular and verrrry mountainous man sitting between him and Y/N, he decided it would be smart to not be riled up anymore. A drop of sweat leaving his hairline, Lian scanned Aone’s gigantic body with his eyes, seeing that the volleyball player just barely fit in his desk—he gulped.

Aone had a relaxed expression, meaning to say what he said nonchalantly, but one needs to remember that Aone’s relaxed expression looks like this:

Needless to say, the ex-mascot almost pissed himself.

Is that Y/N’s b-b-boyfriend now? Tsume wondered to himself in panic as several more drops of sweat ran down his face.

“O-o-ok-o-o-oka-okay-y....” Tsume stuttered out as he turned back to his school work.

Five minutes later when the teacher came in, Tsume had nothing to say. He only had a sweat damped stack of homework to give him before he fled, not waiting for the bell of dismissal.

Did I frightened him? Aone thought.

He didn’t mean to. Sincerely. He was as gentle as giants come (except in bed if you rile him up enough or when someone is bothering you).

The class went back to normal and Aone continued working too.

But one person didn’t—no, couldn’t go back to normal:

You.

You sat in your seat still slack jawed because someone you didn’t know came to your rescue and quite possibly single handedly stopped your expulsion. How have you not noticed him before?! He is gorgeous!

Tall, muscular, handsome. Shiny white hair, beautiful lips. And he came to your defence.

In your opinion , he was a FINEASS mountain man! 🏔🤤

Yes ma’am!!!!

Anyway, while everyone was talking, working and minding their own business—including Aone—you slid out of your desk and bounced over to his happily.

“Hi! Thanks so much for defending me a little while ago!”

Bitch, this was you: ☺️😊😄

lost ass

Aone raised his head to look at you, jumping back slightly because he never even heard you approach. He stared up at you with a heart that stopped beating, absolutely speechless.

WHAT IS HAPPENING? He thought. YOU WERE TALKING................TO HIM? You were NOTICING..............HIM?!

😱😳🤯

You reached over to touch the handsome giant’s arm in his sweater, smiling at him endearingly.

“I’m Y/N! It’s nice to meet you!”

yeah you lost af, bitch 😐

Aone wanted to say something, he did. But he was just too shocked that the girl he thinks about nonstop, the girl he wishes was his, the girl he just had a wet dream about last night, was talking to him and only him for the first time.

Unexpectedly!

Takanobu always thought you two would first speak because of Futakuchi or the teacher but not because of him.

Aone couldn’t fathom the fact that HE made this happen! HE was the reason you were over here!

Aone: 🤯🤯🤯

It was ALL. TOO. MUCH.

He couldn’t speak.

You removed your hand from his arm, silently chastising yourself because you shouldn’t touch people without permission.

Not that Aone minded. That boy would want you to touch him anywhere, on anyday, at anytime that pleased you.

“Sorry.” You looked down shyly, then met his serious expression again, wanting to be sure he knew how grateful you were for his help.

“Um.... you probably don’t know this but you getting that pervert to leave me alone is quite possibly the sweetest thing anyone has ever done for me. And you did it for a stranger like me, no less.”

A/N: RUB IT IN THAT YOU DONT KNOW THE MAN MORE, WHY DONT YOU ?! 🤬

You tucked your hair behind you ear while holding his gaze. Aone could only nod because his throat was dry. You looked so incredibly perfect up-close and he wanted to make sure he remembered this. He just couldn’t speak.

Feeling a little awkward now because you just tried starting a conversation with this FINEASS classmate of yours to only get a nod in return, you laughed timidly.

“Okay, well I guess I’ll...” you turned on your heels so you could make your way back to your desk with your L. “....see you later.” You finished, telling him over your shoulder.

Much like when he defended you against Tsume, Aone didn’t know what came over him then: maybe it was all the memories of him feeling heartbroken that you’d never notice him or return his feelings—maybe it was the promise he made that he would do something toward pursuing you if you would just notice him first—or maybe is was because his best friend Kenji would have his HEAD if Aone told him he let you walk away right now without trying....... after TWO YEARS.........that compelled him to respond to your “see you later” bravely, FINALLY UTTERING WORDS TO YOU FOR THE FIRST TIME IN HIS ENTIRE LIFE:

“When?”

^Asked Aone, just as you were walking away from him.

You stilled, feeling excitement in your body because he answered. You spun around and jumped back in front of his desk. You gave him a questioning look.

You responded, “When, what?”

Even though he was melting under your attention, Aone couldn’t give up now. He had to shoot his shot. This may be his only chance.

“When is later?” He elaborated.

Huh? You thought.

You blinked at the stunning classmate. What is he—OH, does he mean.....

“As in...when will I see you again?”

Aone nodded at you, holding his breath.

You massaged your chin, thinking 🤔.

You can admit you wanted to know more about this gorgeous man who came to your rescue. There was something about him that made you feel safe and warm. You couldn’t quite place it. You’ve never wanted to spend time with anyone outside of cheerleading more than this guy—so you owed it to yourself to explore that small feeling, right?

“Okay. Well, how about now? Lunch is after this period. Would you want to have it with me?!” You asked cheerily.

Though he didn’t show it, inside, fireworks went off in Aone’s mind, heart, and stomach...!

Actual footage:

Aone nodded quickly. Way too quickly for someone who did not want to come across as the most eager beaver in the world.

But he was...... and you noticed. It made you smile.

“Okay. So when the bell rings you can walk me to my locker and I’ll put away my stuff, then we’ll go to yours....then we can go head to lunch together. Sound good?”

Aone nodded quickly again!

You gave him the big smile that made him become a simp for you in the first place and you took your seat again.

Takanobu was so excited he literally almost stood up to spin the hand clock that hung up beside the door himself so that time could go by faster. He couldn’t even move to text Kenji because he knew his hands would shake.

He just sat there, his mind whirling mad until the bell finally rang. You said bye to Kusa and watched as this blonde hottie stood up from his seat, towering over you.

God, he was so freaking HOT! You wanted to jump him.

At the same time students filed out of the class, Aone turned to you as he collected his things then slung his bag over his shoulder.

“May I carry your books for you, Y/N?” Mountain man asked sheepishly in his stern voice.

Your heart fluttered by how cute and sweet he was to ask!

“Umm, sure! Thank you so much!” You smiled and handed your heavy books over.

You two walked beside eachother and Aone held the door open for you. You didn’t know why he was being so nice but you couldn’t lie that you felt very charmed.

“Y/N.”

You looked up at the handsome giant with curious eyes after he called your name.

“My name is Aone Takanobu by the way. You introduced yourself before, but I did not answer. I’m sorry. Either way, I knew who you were already. It’s very nice to meet you.”

Your smiled widened as you bounced on your feet while walking. “Very nice to meet you too, Aone Takanobu. I’ve actually heard of you before.”

Aone’s eyes lit up like 👀

“Wait r-really?”

Omg precious bby 🥺🥺🥺

“Yes. At a cheerleading sleepover. All good things, don’t worry. It’s just funny because I said that night how hopefully I’ll meet you and now here we are!”

Aone chuckled as he held open another door for you. When he did and you two walked down another hall, he caught sight of two very conspicuous volleyball players (one looked eerily like Justin Bieber, the other looked big boned) hugging eachother and slumping down to the ground at the sight of you and Aone. Aone rolled his eyes, thinking that they were lucky you never noticed your surroundings.

“Here we are.” Aone repeated, shooting a secret thumbs up at his friends who were on the verge of crying.

***

Nearing the end of an enjoyable lunch for both of you where you spoke a lot and Aone listened with heart eyes: he pulled your chair out for you, he was responding, he was chuckling, and overall hanging onto your every word, never wanting your time together to end. You became rather smitten.

***

“The bell is gonna ring soon, Aone. I just want to thank you again for buying my lunch and spending this time with me! I know it was super random!”

Aone got lost in your eyes as you said his name, because he’s never taken a moment to analyze how nice it could sound if it was caressed by your voice. Also, he’s never heard his name said by someone so beautiful (when it wasn’t being said in a question). He was BATHING in joy.

Although Aone didn’t answer and he’s maintained his stoic expression the entire lunch, deep down you felt that this man had a thing for you. He was very intense so it was quite obvious. But since you enjoyed the lunch so much and you were starting to have a thing for him, too, you wanted to confirm:

“Also, Aone-san, I’m happy to know that you can say more than 4 words 😲! I asked my friend earlier and she said you basically never speak.” You exclaimed, fishing.

Aone smirked, feeling the need to defend himself on that front. “It is true that that is the consensus of the majority of people who come in contact with me. However, that is because there exists few people, that I feel inclined to speak to.”

Hook, line, and sinker. Your eyes twinkled at his words. He looked like a jock but sounded so eloquent! You loved it:

“Oh wow well you spoke a lot to me today so I guess I must be a little special then, huh.......?” You twirled your hair around your index finger as you asked, causing Aone to almost drool.

listen, you...kind of..... wanted mountain man.

And you were only flirting minimally okay.....minimally, so don’t judge

You just wanted to know if your suspicions were right that he had a little crush on you or if he saw you as a friend

Aone looked down at you, thinking of a way to respond to you asking if you were special to him.

A/N: 😣🤞🏾AONE DONT CREEPY 😣🤞🏾DONT BE CREEPY 😣🤞🏾DON’T BE CREEPY 😣🤞🏾

“This is our first time speaking. So I am not entirely sure if you’re special yet...” He started.

You quirked your eyebrow attractively, anticipating how he would end that sentence.

“...But I hope that even after this lunch ends I can take you out again a few more times, Y/N-chan—somewhere nice and off-campus, perhaps—so that I can truly decipher whether you are or not.”

You quirked your eyebrow even higher, impressed by the smooth way he told you he wants to keep seeing you!

WELL SIS HES ONLY HAD 2 YEARS OF PRACTICE I MEAN—

“I’d love to.” You accepted, making Aone smile.

He was absolutely stunning when he smiled, it was almost unfair.

The bell rang.

“Mind walking me back to my locker, Aone?”

Aone stood on internally shaky legs that he willed to be normal. “Of course.” He took both yours and his tray and dumped it out before escorting you out of the cafeteria.

✏️ Back in the Locker Room ✏️

“We are happy for you, Aone.” Kenji patted his large friend on the back.

“I had your voice in the back of my mind, Kenji-san. I owe this happiness to you and your support. I know you’re worried that I’ll get my heart broken and be crushed but I’m thankful for you supporting me anyway. You will forever be my brother.”

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Losty Aone answering Kenji’s call while you’re having sex. He told you to please wait but...um....no. Hang up, buddy 😈

When you tease poor Losty Aone during class and make him want to f*ck you hard

You telling Aone that you’re horny before his game knowing you’d be cheering next to him the whole time being suggestive

Sending Aone a nude for the first time

First Kiss (In which Aone gets his first urge)

Discovering Aone’s ear kissing kink

Upcoming Fluff outtakes:

Aone on your first birthday as a couple

The official confession

Aone Embarrassingly telling Y/N about the things he did when he was crushing on you :/ (cupcake, donation, wet dreams, hoping to be your tutor, etc!)

When Aone fills in at one of your cheer practices!

Aone having to save you from your annoying admirers

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barrybluejeansandbestjeanist · 4 years

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Notes on the Artemis Fowl movie by yours truly.

Bear in mind I wrote these while watching the movie. There’s a lot of them.

1. If you think the police and/or reporters would ever be anywhere near fowl manor you’re wrong.

2. Mulch isn’t bad so far but he’d never be caught by police.

3. Is our first introduction to Artemis him running? I think not thank you very much.

4. Plus it looks like he’s going to do some water sport. Also wrong.

5. Surfing!!??!!?

6. Artemis doesn’t have even close to the coordination to do that.

7. I don’t even think he knows how to swim.

8. He doesn’t love Ireland.

9. Of course he doesn’t love school! Have you seen his teachers’ remarks on him? They aren’t nice.

10. It was a boys-only school but that’s definitely one of the smaller offenses.

11. He did do the chess thing if I recall correctly.

12. Same for the opera house.

13. He didn’t clone a goat or name anything Bruce.

14. Unusual is an understatement.

15. Dr. Po?!

16. Fake chair! Yeah!

17. That exchange from the Arctic incident wasn’t a bad choice to include. Too early though I think. We’ll see how the rest of the movie goes.

18. He’s got blue eyes. At least there’s that.

19. He doesn’t have a biography!

20. His mom isn’t dead! Disney is just scared of showing mental illness.

21. If you think Angelina Fowl can’t control Artemis you’re wrong. She calls him Arty for god’s sake. He loves his mom.

22. Mysterious absences my ass. He’s the one that should be presumed dead.

23. “This is a sensitive area doctor” sure.

24. Fake chair ftw.

25. The burden of his father’s name?! He’s proud of that name.

26. This scene wasn’t so bad. We’ll see how the rest of the movie fairs.

27. Who does he think he is? He Artemis freaking Fowl!

28. Skateboarding! I’m about to have an aneurysm.

29. Also, why is he wearing jeans? Get this man a suit!

30. He did not like being at home with his dad. Not in the first book anyway. His parent being out of the way allowed him to do what he did.

31. His dad’s actor looks good for the part.

32. His father is a criminal. World-famous. He did not just deal with antiques and rarities.

33. His dad also didn’t care for fairytales.

34. Music’s nice I guess.

35. Why is arty wearing a hoodie?! He would never!

36. Artemis was not taught about fairies. He discovered them himself with basically no help.

37. So much physical contact between Artemis sr. and jr. No.

38. His dad did not believe in any such legends.

39. They shared only a passion for crime and that didn’t even last.

40. He wasn’t determined about any such thing. See point 36.

41. He wasn’t preparing Artemis for anything like that.

42. Fairy stones? What are those?

43. There was no peace made between humans and fairies.

44. Tuatha De Danaan? What is that?

45. Artemis would want to get to the point I guess.

46. His work was not coming to an end. What is going on? Can we meet Holly soon?

47. I’m ten minutes in and suffering.

48. Artemis wasn’t really one to smile unless things were going his way.

49. You are a child! You are still a kid! You’re like a literal baby still!

50. The whole point of him being 12 in the books was that he could still believe in magic as well as science. Wtf is going on?

51. I do know the Hill of Tara.

52. I take issue with “all I really want is to believe in you” but I don’t have time to get into it here.

53. He’s still wearing a hoodie. >:(

54. Hugging his dad. No.

55. I will accept the helicopter on the front lawn if only because it seems one thing that could’ve happened in the books.

56. Where are the Butlers? Why are neither of the fowls being guarded? I need more Juliet and Butler in this movie NOW.

57. And Holly.

58. Pretty sure they don’t have a lighthouse. Also, pretty sure fowl manor wasn’t next to the ocean.

59. Might’ve been near a Forrest. I don’t quite remember.

60. Legos?! LEGOS?!??!!

61. Also, star wars? I don’t think Artemis has ever seen a sci-fi movie. He’s too busy making them a reality.

62. Artemis would also not sleep with a book.

63. Why did Butler’s name in the subtitles appear as Domovoi? You know there’s a whole thing about his name and why Arty doesn’t know it right?

64. So his dad disappeared. Not bad. A little late but okay.

65. Everyone has already aired their grievances about Butlers actor so I shall refrain from doing so as well. I’ll just say one word and leave it at that. Eurasian.

66. Also, fowl manor doesn’t look bad. I can accept this house.

67. No no no. No one should be calling him Domovoi. Only Butler.

68. Also, that isn’t the training he had.

69. He is the butler though? I mean. Only sort of but like. ???

70. No. You could not call him Dom or Domovoi.

71. Very large man in a suit is slightly acceptable.

72. He could totally snap you in half but not without good reason. Come on, guys. He’s a nice guy. Scary, but nice.

73. Like, the dude cooks and gardens and whatnot. How is that not nice?

74. Also, I’m still hung up on the goat thing. Like I don’t deny that he could clone a goat but why on earth would he name it Bruce. Is it a Batman reference or something? I don’t understand this movie.

75. World wide manhunt? Pardon my doubt.

76. Superyacht? Owl star?

77. I get it. It’s a stupid pun.

78. I guess the South China Sea is close enough to Russia.

79. Again. Not an antiquities dealer.

80. Robberies? He ran a criminal empire!

81. Not sure how one would go about stealing the Rosetta Stone or why but sure.

82. I’ve never even heard of Boru’s Harp.

83. Nor the book of kells.

84. Why are you calling Butler Dom???

85. Yes! He is a criminal mastermind! Thank you for slightly acknowledging that!

86. Also, Artemis is not that rash.

87. He’s your dad and a criminal.

88. Why must Disney do this to my boy? He was an incredible character, smart, cunning, and a criminal and now he’s just a sort of smart kid. Lame.

89. I swear if this “raspy voice” is opal I will be so disappointed.

90. What is this? Artemis is supposed to be kidnapping fairies, not the other way around!

91. What is this Aculos and why should I care about it?

92. Also, why isn’t it Christmas? You could at least set it in winter. For crying out loud.

93. That isn’t word for word Artemis. I know you can remember it exactly.

94. I’m starting to think Orion is better than this fool.

95. Why is he wearing a hoodie?!??!???!

96. Just going to have a secret basement full of whatever secret stuff shoved in there because of course.

97. Also. As if butler would know about any of this.

98. Bunch of bottles of water. Okay.

99. ‘Cause Artemis Sr. totally knew about the fairies.

100. This is a stupid basement.

101. I’m so done with this.

102. Ah yes! An important journal! Predictable.

103. Stupid poem. Stupid way of finding the journal.

104. That was opal I see. I’m dying.

105. Beechwood. Isn’t that guy related to Holly or something? Also, not from the books.

106. Yes, Arty fairies exist. Surprising no one.

107. I like how they made the city look I suppose. And they kept the name the same. Of course, it must be noted that not all fairies live in haven. There are other cities.

108. Why is holly a baby? She shouldn’t look like a child. Also, tons of people have already spoken on holly’s appearance as well so I won’t say anymore.

109. Koboi mentioned. It was totally opal.

110. The fairies don’t look bad either. Though I don’t know if the little things are supposed to be goblins or what?

111. I guess not. These goblins also seem way too smart.

112. “You and I would make a great team” foreshadowing.

113. I do think mulch being taller is kinda funny.

114. Briar Cudgeon looks about how I expected. Do you think he’ll get his face melted?

115. Opal and Cudgeon working together. Unsurprising if a bit early.

116. You spy or you die. The CIA’s motto.

117. L.E.P. Recon. Nice.

118. I’m also not going to address the changing of roots gender and the fact that Holly is supposed to be the first female officer because again, many people have spoken at length about that. Still upset though.

119. Kelp and Verbil are around I see.

120. What is the Aculos? Like I get that it’s a weapon by why should I care?

121. Also, I think Root should be smoking.

122. Holly’s father? Why should he matter or even be a part of this?

123. They kept Holly 84. Good.

124. Reinforcements? Juliet?!!!!

125. She’s 12? She’s supposed to be sixteen! No!

126. Niece!!!! She’s supposed to be his sister.

127. Also, screw Disney for changing the fairy alphabet so we can’t read it.

128. Artemis should be able to decode it though. He’s not much of a genius, is he?

129. Foals needs a tinfoil hat and should look way way nerdier.

130. Troll! Time! Yeah!

131. Yeah! Lava chutes!

132. Foaly’s CGI is a little wonky but whatever.

133. So that’s why Holly’s father is important. Stupid.

134. The executors. You mean the council.

135. Don’t just fly over the surface unshielded, you dolt!

136. Butler your camouflage sucks ass.

137. Butler wouldn’t complain.

138. Butler’s eyes are freaking me out. No one’s eyes look like that.

139. The LEP helmets are stupid looking.

140. That isn’t what a troll looks like. Stop it, Disney.

141. Time Stop. Not a time freeze.

142. The magic looks cool.

143. That’s not how a time stop works. But at least it looks cool.

144. I suppose I can accept that’s how they do mind wipes.

145. “This is a strange wedding” is the best joke so far.

146. Why are none of the fairies shielded?

147. Holly has such boring motivation.

148. You shouldn’t just read your dad’s journal Arty. It’s rude.

149. I’m so over arty’s dad already knowing about the fairies as well as this beechwood fellow.

150. Why does this Aculos exist? If it’s so dangerous, why not get rid of it?

151. Opal Koboi. Finally.

152. Like Arty would ever dress like that. He’d still be wearing a suit and be spotless.

153. “They’re real.” No kidding!

154. Fox!

155. I’m surprised they included trying and succeeding to shoot holly.

156. Kinda wish they’d kept the bury an acorn to get magic thing but small fish and all.

157. Now it’s starting to remind me of the real Artemis Fowl story.

158. Cudgeon is slimy and annoying and I’m here for it.

159. That’s a shitty looking cage.

160. “Not happy” I wonder why?

161. Reflective glasses! Yes! Give me the fowl crew in cringey reflective sunglasses.

162. The Mesmer is done nicely. Love Juliet’s glasses.

163. A flannel and reflective sunglasses. That classic Artemis fowl look.

164. So he did decode their language.

165. The acting isn’t terrible.

166. Most humans are afraid of gluten how do you think they’d handle goblins is a good line.

167. Again. Not how time stops work but okay.

168. So let me get this right. Instead of the fairy bible which Artemis poisoned a fairy to get they just replaced it with his dad‘s journal. great.

169. Don’t give Artemis a weapon! He’s gonna cut his own arm off!

170. The time freeze does look cool though.

171. I can appreciate them gathering on the beach. That’s kinda cool.

172. Finally a suit! Get this kid properly clothed!

173. Though that tie is a little sus. Why’s it so skinny?

174. That fight scene wasn’t too bad. Again Arty is definitely not supposed to be good at anything physical but it’s whatever.

175. Flair for the dramatic? This is hardly as dramatic as the book.

176. I hate opal’s voice.

177. Waged war on your people? That was 10,000 years ago!

178. Opal’s motives are also super boring.

179. I’m sad we don’t get to see arty practicing his evil smile in the mirror.

180. In one of those pots. From under the rainbow. Fun.

181. Glad they kept the whole while I’m alive stipulation.

182. Glad to see the goblins still have fire powers.

183. These goblins really shouldn’t be so smart.

184. I hope we get to see mulch unhinge his jaw soon.

185. I do like mulch.

186. This heart to heart is stupid. Artemis wouldn’t trust holly just like that me thinks.

187. I like that mulch is up on all the human pop culture. I do wish he’d make a Gordon Ramsey reference though since he likes him.

188. Mulch not wanting to be tall is excellent character motivation though.

189. Now this is the heart to heart I needed.

190. Is he gonna unhinge his jaw?! I’ve been waiting for this the whole time!

191. Yeah!!!!!!

192. Eat that dirt!

193. Mulch!

194. “What would your parents be?”

195. A really really big dwarf.

196. Sick safe. Nothing mulch can’t handle.

197. That definitely isn’t what I expected from mulch’s hair but that’s okay.

198. Yeah! Holly punched Artemis! Now there just needs to be a lollipop remark.

199. Is that the Aculos? It looks stupid.

200. Also, I do appreciate the inclusion of the iris cam.

201. Opal, you’re so boring.

202. Cudgeon is taking over. Kinda wish it was of his own will because that’s more interesting but whatever.

203. Troll time part two. I doubt butler is going to almost die fighting it. Maybe he’ll wear a suit of armor though. That’d be cool.

204. How is it we’re an hour in and only just now get a d’arvit? Surely many other scenes warranted that.

205. I do like that mulch pickpocketed butler.

206. Don’t just stand in front of the door when A Troll is about to be sent in!

207. The wings do look really cool though.

208. Also, Juliet really shouldn’t be trying to fight a troll.

209. I mean. None of them should but you know.

210. Mulch eating the Aculos is very in character. I’m glad Artemis’s bedroom is being destroyed. It was terrible.

211. While I don’t care for the way the troll looks (Far too human, not enough claws and venom) the amount of destruction it’s causing is appropriate I feel.

212. I guess that’s how the fight can go.

213. Also, Juliet is so smart and strong yet she can’t pull herself over a ledge? Pathetic.

214. Don’t move butler to a completely different room! He’s got a back injury! You probably just made it worse!

215. Butler isn’t going to die. This is stupid.

216. Trouble doing the lords work.

217. I told you butler would be fine.

218. One of the times Butler would nearly die. If we’re following the books then more should follow.

219. Also what is this room they’re in?

220. Butler would not be ashamed to cry.

221. I’m living for everyone’s reactions to where mulch stored the Aculos.

222. I like the way it looks when they get grabbed by the time stop.

223. She’s gonna save Artemis. Obviously.

224. I like the way it looked when the time stop broke.

225. “Breaking every rule in the book” we haven’t even seen your book! Just his dad’s stupid journal.

226. He and holly should not be friends yet. He kidnapped her!

227. Ooh, forever friends how sweet! Get fucked. Both of you.

228. Now are we in Russia?

229. Opal annoys me so much.

230. So are you trying to tell me that this Aculos is the movie’s version of the book? Holly’s saying that poem.

231. This isn’t how magic is supposed to work.

232. >:(

233. I will admit it looked cool. Begrudgingly.

234. Your dad isn’t dead.

235. He’s in the secret basement that still exists for some reason.

236. Also, I didn’t note this before, but I doubt Arty ever called his dad, dad.

237. Opal is thwarted.

238. Why she so ugly looking? Pretty sure she was supposed to be pretty.

239. This is so stupid.

240. Opals accomplices, you mean those two dunderheads she had helping her?

241. How are there still fifteen minutes of this torture left?!

242. Again. Butler would not be ashamed to cry.

243. Just wait until Artemis gets magic of his own.

244. I’m so tired. It’s 12:14 at night and I just want this torture to end. Please god just let the credits roll already!

245. And now they’re famous. Whoop de do. Just tell us how mulch gets captured and escapes and end the movie. That’s all I ask.

246. You know he hasn’t been referred to as Artemis Fowl the Second throughout this whole disaster. What a slight to him.

247. Ray bans.

248. Oh yeah. Brag to opal. Great idea.

249. Criminal mastermind. Juvenile Genius. Same difference.

250. Why is his tie so skinny?

251. Is he gonna fly the helicopter?! Finally something in character!

252. Now just let mulch escape and finish this godforsaken nightmare!

253. Fowls? Protecting us? Pardon me while I laugh.

254. They do the unhinging of mulch’s jaw nicely.

255. And now they mission impossible him out of there. Perfect.

256. I’m dying. Let it be over. Please.

257. No more!

258. Fly off into the sunset. Of course.

259. Thank god! Credits! I’m free!

260. And another thing! They didn’t have the follow-up scene with Dr. Po! That would’ve been a way better ending! And you can’t just have one scene without the other!

#artemis fowl #artemis fowl movie #artemis fowl the second #artemis fowl the movie #hate

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hey-hamlet · 5 years

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BNHA AU Ideas : Songbird

Also on AO3!

TL;DR:

Izuku has a powerful quirk: he can give powers to the people around him based on the different songs he sings. Unfortunately, everyone else really wants that quirk and are willing to kidnap him to get it.

Songbird is an au where Izuku has a quirk that gives a powerup/debuff to anyone that hears what he's singing! The effect depends on the song, or rather, what the song means to him.

He's been kidnapped a lot.

It came in when Izuku was like, 4? The normal time for a quirk to come in. Bakugo thought it was pretty cool, if not as cool as his.

Izuku's favourite powerup at the time was the Mario theme because it gives everyone a jump boost. So we have this little kid enthusiastically shouting the Mario theme as a small pile of kids jump around like maniacs.

Very stressful for all parents involved.

Anyway, the way his quirk works:

With some serious concentration, he can stop it working on specific people around him, but it always affects himself. Trying to limit it's spread for too long will make him pass out.

The shorter the song naturally is, the stronger the effect. His quirk works through speaker and coms but not through pre-recorded audio.

The effects can be really specific and strange, for example, 'Stronger Than You' gives a powerup to two people fighting together that care for each other. 'Radioactive', well, it literally irradiates the people around him and himself. 100% not a song he's allowed to sing.

Each song only works once per day, for the duration of the song. If accidentally, or intentionally, sings the song in a way that stops it from ending, the effect will slowly fade out.

the more a particular song has been used on you / the better you know the song, the better it works on you and the easier it is to control

Anyway, villains quickly get word of this kid running around with a powerful and versatile support quirk. Support quirks aren't super common, and one that works in so many different ways is super valuable. So, they start kidnapping the poor guy.

Obviously getting kidnapped is pretty traumatising for Izuku. It's not super great for Bakugo either, who watched his friend get stuffed into the back of a van by a small pile of villains. He gets saved by All Might. The two kids still have nightmares.

Eventually, he gets kidnapped so many random times each individual attempt is nothing to write home about. He and Bakugo become kind of blasé about the whole thing.

"Midoriya, why didn't you do your homework?"

"He got kidnapped, teach."

Izuku, bleeding sluggishly from a headwound. "Yeah, got kidnapped."

He and Bakugo are going to be heroes. They kind of end up the top dogs of the school, Izuku without meaning it, Bakugo 100% intending for that to happen. They train more than is probably healthy, because at this point it's not just good practise, it's in their best interest in an attempt to ward off more kidnappings.

Izuku has met All Might a depressing number of times, almost always getting saved from the kidnapping of the week. Bakugo is the only person Izuku lets see how all of these kidnappings are effecting him, everyone else just views it as kind of funny that this kid is so chill with getting taken so often.

He's really not, but heroes smile when they're scared, right?

Even if other villains fail, his quirk is just so useful its worth it to give it a go. He can turn a ragtag team of unfit losers into a force to rival pros with the right song choice. Plus, his involvement in all the kidnappings is suppressed for his own safety, so he's never on the news.

Oh yeah, the plan B for the USJ was take Izuku and run.

Aizawa knows about the kid that gets constantly kidnapped, but he doesn't know who it is. At the USJ, Shigiraki creepily calls out 'Hey Songbird!' and he has around 8 'oh shit' moments all at once. Izuku just wants to cry out of frustration.

The only reasons All for One hasn't stolen Izuku's quirk at this point is that All Might constantly rescuing the poor kid is both good entertainment and a good way to get him in one spot. Also he just finds this whole mess kind of funny.

His quirk only works when he's singing, but there is nothing stopping him from singing the tune to classical music! His quirk tends to work better with an instrumental or other people singing along. General power-ups are too risky to use with villains nearby, so it's mostly for disaster work.

None of his songs work on Nomu or people who can't hear (either by blocking their ears or being deaf)

Songbird Izuku kinda gives off a nice but chill air, a lot of people are afraid to talk to him because he's typically pretty popular. Inside he's just as, if not more, anxious than canon Izuku, he's just gotten pretty good at hiding it.

Regarding OFA, All Might considers giving it to him, but doesn't, mostly because he realised Izuku can't say no. It's not fair of him to ask something so big of someone who, because of the position he's been placed in, can't turn you down. He is pretty close with the Midoriya family though and comes over for dinner a lot.

The UA entrance exam is wild. Izuku kicks butt in the written, goes to thank Uraraka for helping him before but Iida stops him. Izukus externally like "Dude, you don't know me. Please calm down." internally he's like "I'M SORRY PLEASE DONT EVEN LOOK AT ME OR ILL DIE".

The announcement rings. He takes a deep breath and starts to sing, taking off after the other students.

First song up is 'Victorious'. It's both a confidence booster and a mild strength boost. He really just needs the confidence at this point. (In the distance, a purple-haired boy who was worried about the exam gets a pep in his step. He tries a little harder.)

Next up is 'Whatever it Takes', a strength and speed up based off the amount of adrenalin currently in your system. Izuku, who is constantly stressed, gets a big boost from this song. He ends up with around 28 villain points by the song, but punching robots with bare skin isn't good for your knuckles.

The 0 pointer appears and he's ready to just leave it behind until he sees the person trapped in its path. No matter how scared he is, no matter how badly he wants to go to UA, he can't leave her there.

He grits his teeth, and starts 'Get Back Up Again'. His quirk is honestly starting to run low, it's not meant to be used back to back to back like this. Still, 'Get Back Up Again' does it's job, temporarily powering up the quirks of those who can hear it. While he just wants it for Uraraka, so she can lift the rock off her legs, it works on him too.

The effects of the songs linger after they complete.

He helps Uraraka free herself from the rock and starts 'What's Up Danger'. Normally its not the strongest, but with the power up, the effects are impressive. The song itself grants luck and skill in equal measure. Normally it's hard to notice, but here it allows him to throw himself up the zero pointer until he reaches the fuse box, pulls out all of the important wires without getting zapped to high heaven, and somehow have stopped the robot in its tracks.

Unfortunately, songs end. His luck doesn't last long enough to give him a safe landing.

But Uraraka was watching him, and she can, stopping him just before he hits the ground. The buzzer goes off a second later and they collapse together, laughing hysterically and trying not to throw up everywhere. Everyone in the area looks a little shell shocked at what they just saw.

All Might looks on from with the other teachers and cheers for the boy he's seen grow from a scared kid to a determined young man. Aizawa is 100% confused and annoyed at this blatant favouritism.

He could write songs, but the catch is his quirk works with the emotions he has towards the song and his automatic reaction to it. There is a big chance that if he wrote them himself, each song would have the same effect as the other.

Please consider though, a classmate like Jirou writing him a song. That song would probably give a strong healing effect / widespread warm and fuzzy feelings.

A few fun ones:

Duel commandments from Hamilton should let you shoot air bullets

This is Halloween: i lowkey want it to be that people transform into their costumes, or something simple like it makes people glow like jack o lanterns

The Cha Cha Slide: its something he only does for fun, because it also forces him (and everyone else in the area) to do the cha cha slide

Thunder by imagine dragons electrifies everyone who hears it, so please consider a small swarm of zappy children

Upgrade from BMC gives your quirk an ‘upgrade’ or mutation.

Hey Little Songbird from Hadestown causes earth to creep up the legs of anyone who hears it. It can’t be shaken off.

Deviltown by cavetown causes the temperature around to drop dramatically. Again, if you can’t hear the song, the temperature feels normal for you.

#bnha au #songbird au #midoriya izuku #Midoriya #bakugou katsuki #bakugo #All Might #aizawa shouta #yagi toshinori #uraraka ochako #uraraka #izuku #katsuki

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lovinmullen · 4 years

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the pacific: part one, live blog because i said so

he looked so pissed when he has to make the sign of the cross to mary..... I KNOW ITS BECAUSE HES FALLING AWAY FROM HIS RELIGION but all i can think is undercover protestant????? i hate that i find myself funny stfu tom like he’s some angsty protestant like ‘this is fucking bullshit why the fuck DO THEY PRAY TO MARY’ which..... is a huge missconsperion but i’m not gonna get into that right now but hey if anyone needs an rs teacher? i got you

are you telling me i could have heard the most BEAUTIFUL monologue about the saint mary’s church and her plans for the day as well as being able to see that sweet sweet smile on vera’s face for longer but it was cut short because bobo went ‘i joined the marines’ GOOD FOR YOU BUT.....

rOBERT...... you really gonna give her THAT look...... IN GODS HOUSE is this allowed? is THIS ALLOWED???? if you don’t say it in the voice of the vine we can not be fteejssn sorry i don’t make the rules

#BOB: i wanna catholic girl that go to church AND READ HER BIBLE (is that even right??? omg i can only remember the jewish one *in the voice of ryan reynolds severely slowed down* FUUUUUCCCKKK)

on a real note this man saw her at church ONCE and his ass went finna wife up like........ take her out to dinner first. OR AT LEAST ASK HER HOW SHE IS IN THE LETTERS like we get it you’re emo, the aussie won’t shag you anymore and you keep pissing your pants. i understand it’s a hard not life or how ever that song in annie goes but bro.........(this is obviously a joke i am dumb of ass please ignore me i love you m8 and i’m sorry you’re gonna embarrass yourself in front of everyone but chuckler shifts to momma mode so you good)

can we please acknowledge jon’s acting..... sir? PHENOMENAL he’s not even saying anything??? he’s just looking at the lt yet i’m near tears

gentle reminder i love the basilones🥺🥺🥺 the way they are so supportive even though they don’t understand and they are scared for him but they accept and respect that john wants more, needs more and they’re putting their own fears aside so he can spread his wings for no better turn of phrase.

‘just get the job done, and come home to us’ the way his head falls and he has to stop his voice from breaking. i’m s fucking bitter

THE HAND HOLD MY GOD

leckie:((( look hes a bastard and he pisses me off but no matter how much i bully him i do love him a lot and the complete disregard and uncaring nature from his dad breaks my heart. a handshake then gone just like that? HIS FACE BEFORE ‘there’s a war on everybodies got to make sacrifices’ he looks so hurt and broken baby

GENE MY SWEET SWEET BABY GOD THIS SO SAD ALEXA PLAY DESPACITO. my baby just wants to do his part :( CUT THE CAMERAS DEAD ASS I WILL CRY BABY PLEASE DON’T CRY JUST WAIT A FEW MORE EPS my heart really do be looking like: <eugene3

‘gene, supper’s ready’ ma’am i’m sorry but he does not give a shit

SIDNEY MY SWEET SWEET BOY get in a pram if you’re going to be so baby. look while i love him so much and i know he didn’t mean it to be !!!!! he’s just small of brain !!! but when he says “i wish we where going together” that lowkey rubs it in man......... like he’s already heartbroken PLEASE STOP but the “yeah well you take care of yourself greaser” - “you don’t have to worry about me” IM SOFT🥺

“wOWoWOoOOO COME ON GUYS I WORKED HARD FOR THESE ORANGES”

“guadal...kenel...guadal BLEEHHH” didn’t realise hoos was recreating the audience of my english speaking exam. LOOK I REALISE NOW TALKING ABOUT STOICISM TO A BUNCH OF 15 YEAR OLDS WHO DON’T CARE WAS A BAD IDEA BUT I GOT A DESTINCTION SO FUCK YOU TO THAT ONE KID

chuckler baby..... i’m in love with a dumbass. also the hit across the head. i’m soft (lads lets take a shot every time i say i’m soft in this liveblog ITS GONNA BE A FUN NIGHT jk drink responsibly and all that jazz or be dick winters that’s cool too!! heck do a babe heffron and get yourself a caprisun you deserve it)

“professor leckie” please don’t fuel his ego HE DOES NOT NEED IT

HOLD UP I NEED TO SWITCH FROM THE TV TO MY LAPTOP TO SCREEN CAP THIS SHIT LEW MY SON HAVE YOU BEEN BITING INTO AN ORANGE LIKE IT IS AN APPLE??? I WOULD BE MAD BUT HE LOOKS SO CUTE on a real note though can you eat the skin???? will he be okay?????

okay two hoos things: 1.) he looks SO DONE and i’m living for it 2.) can we talk about jacobs nose..... IM DYING TO TALK ABOUT JACOBS NOSE

okay the boats scene give me saving private ryan flashbacks i came out here to have a good time AND I AM NOT HAVING A GOOD TIME oh wait never mind runner just went ‘i could really use a stiff one right now’ i hate that but he saved the day with his dumbassery so thank you good sir i love you with all my heart

fun fact my how co ranking goes chuckler, runner, hoos, leckie

OH FUCK I FORGOT SID SJAKSJSJ y’know for someone who talks about how much they love sid i forget about him a lot. thank you for blessing my screen with your pretty face it helped me remember you exist LMAO guys my memory is not okay i’m actually concerned...... but more importantly i’d put him between hoos and leckie in the ranking :,)

call it what it is. babyism. y’all better stop before i cuddle you LOOK AT THIS SHIT THEY’RE ADORABLE

runner is the only bitch i respect in this house he’s so fucking funny

‘they’ve? poisoned? a? billion?! coconuts?’ that poor son of a bitch BLESS HIM don’t shoot the messenger okay? he seems like a sweet bean

that shot of hoos, leckie and chuckler looking down at the camera into the bunker? my sexuality. my left brain: tomas stop thirsting it’s an intense and serious show. my righ brain: but?? they’re pretty?? me nodding smugly and in agreement: BUT THEY’RE PRETTY.

THIS MAN AND HIS GUM I CAN’T why is that me. i am the gum man at my school that sounds so weird ajsksjsj i just always have gum. ALSO spearmint is superior to normal mint. NORMAL MINT BURNS LIKE ITS SPICY BRO. bubblemint is superior superior but that’s more expensive rip😭😭😭😭😭😭

‘it’s like the fourth of july’ nice to my boy sufjan getting some rep he is king of the gays after all mr i can’t explain the state that i’m in the state of my heart he was my best friend. we all owe him EVERY parallel on this goddamn app. jk there’s one other king of the gays and that is demon! shane (bfu). no this is not up for debate

the shot of the ships is phenomenal. that’s one thing i do have to credit hbo on. the special effects and cinematography are beautiful and so fucking impressive like???

‘we’re killing them’ - ‘where’s the navy?’ / ‘gone we lost four cruisers’ GOD I HAVE SUCH A LOVE HATE RELATIONSHIP FOR FORSHADOWING LIKE SOMETIMES ITS SO SEXY AND OTHER TIMES IM LIKE PLEASE FOR THE LOVE OF GOD GO AWAY

WHY DOES SID LOOK OVER HIS SHOLDER BEFORE TAKING THE WINE SIR NO ONE IS GONNA TELL YOU OFF AT WAR FOR DRINKING UNDERAGE like???? i don’t think an 18 year old having a swig is their biggest problem bless his heart

‘can’t fight em drunk don’t fight em at all’

bill if you are reading this i’m free on thursday night and would like to hang out. please respond to this and then hang out with me on thursday night, when i am free😌😘🥰😳🥺👉👈😤💘💓🙄🥴

FUCK I FORGOT HOW LOUD THE GUN SHOTS WHERE THINK I JUST WOKE THE WHOLE NEIGHBOURHOOD JC

‘skipper? skipper are you okay?? goddamnit he’s lost it come on’ :(((((

god the shots in this show really are phenomenal. i know it’s very gory and very hard to watch at times but it definitely has the best shots of the three en mi opinion. i’m a slut for the close up of dick screaming ‘move out’ with rounds flying. like who’s ever call that was? outstanding but like that’s just one? the pacific has so many emotive and excellently shot scenes.

JOG ON. STOP. IM SO SOFT IM GOING TO CRY THIS IS NOT OKAY. MOMMA CHUCKLER I CAN’T🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

how seemlessly the scenes flow one after the other despite being opposite ends of the spectrum i DID NOT GIVE TP ENOUGH CREDIT like yeah it makes me sad as fuck but from a production point of view the writing? the acting? the cinematography? DAMN

how visibly torn and pissed off hoosier looks over the other marines tormenting the japanese soldier, stringing out his death when he’s obviously in a lot of mental as well as physical pain? the only bitch i respect in this house.

okay so like? while the shot is scarring both for him and the audience to see that kind of effortless murder it was the right thing to do? it’s better then have him be tormented and it will help leckie in the long run? how broken he looks though? like the distance is his eye and the way he swollows....... WHO IS CUTTING ONIONS HUH???? brilliant james BRILLIANT

the way i just said ‘if biology would have permitted it i would be asking you to have my babies’ at the sight of a man shoving smokes up his nose....... now ladies theyzies and gents, a prime reason to show why you should do your work. this is tom. tom didn’t do his work. with nothing to do all day tom became bat shit..... don’t be like tom. okay like it is cute though COME ON

HOW PROUD AND SMUG AND HAPPY HE LOOKS AT HIS PREMOTION ‘yes ma’am i am a corporal’ HE IS SO BABY AND FOR WHAT. oops sorry lads looks like i dropped this:

the shot of leckie swimming in the water fading off to the shot of the dead bodies mirroring his movement but obviously a life less version OOOH IMMA SUE

god love me some men with black lungs LECKIE DO BE LOOKING GOOD LIGHTING THAT CIG DAMN

“i have a girlfriend lucky me” HOOS IS LIKE MY GAY ASS YOU SURE????

“you guys step aside the real marines are here now” “AND I’VE BEEN HERE FOR SOME TIME” that shuts iconic even i said wahayyyy

also runner..... i am looking RESPECTFULLY👁👁

you’re not special leckie we all want hoosier

sister👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀

baby gene :,( YOU GINGER LIL BEBE I LOVE YOU SO FUCKING MUCH

can you really call yourself a hbo war an if you don’t sing along at the end... ITS A TUNE also hoos’ voice...... its about the drawl.......

#god ive missed these idiots #im so glad i rewatched #im a bit scared for the rollercoaster that is the rest of the series however asjsksjks #enjoy me being an idiot #thank you to the beauties that told me how to do the keep reading thing you da best xxxx #the pacific #hbo war #eugene sledge #bill hoosier smith #lew chuckler juergens #robert leckie #sidney phillips #wilbur runner conley #john basilone

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imbeccablee · 4 years

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Old Wounds

Author’s Notes: me? writing half a fic on the day it’s due? it’s more likely than you think.

LMAO anyway I hope you enjoy it! I’m quite proud of it, even if it’s a little rushed.

archive link will be in the reblog

TW: panic attacks, references to past abuse

Summary: You learn things when you grow up like Izuku did.

Izuocha Week 2020: Injury/Recovery

You learn things when you grow up like Izuku did.

Stuff like how to disappear into a crowd, or how to predict the immediate future based on someone’s tone of voice, or how to cry so silently nobody can hear and find you, hidden in the janitor’s closet or wrapped tightly in your blanket.

You know.

Fun things.

While other kids were learning their friends’ favorite foods and hobbies, Izuku learned how to hide. While other kids were learning boundaries and communication between peers, Izuku learned that simply being present and participating was crossing the line. While other kids learned how to love themselves, Izuku learned he didn’t deserve to be loved.

That last one might be a little harsh, a little hyperbolic, but when you’re alone for so long with only your regretful mother to say she cares, that kind of thinking tends to be the norm.

To put a long story short, Izuku had a very, very lonely childhood.

And then Izuku went to U.A.

It was… an adjustment, to say the least. His classmates were so kind and his teachers were tough, but fair. His peers wanted to be his friend, they thought he was cool, heroic, even. There were no sneers, no cruelty, no hatred. As far as they were all concerned, Izuku belonged there. And it felt good, wonderful even. And that feeling lasted for a long time, held strong in the face of villain attacks and grueling schoolwork alike. Izuku felt more alive than he had in years and he believed nothing could ever bring him down to that low, horrible point he’d been not four months ago.

And, well… He was wrong.

---

It’s stupid, he knows this. He knows his friends, knows Uraraka, and they don’t mean anything by it. They’re laughing at her exasperation, because he exasperated them, and it’s supposed to be funny, it is funny, but he can’t shake the feeling that he’s, well… dying.

Not literally, of course, because that’s also stupid; he’s fine and just hanging out with his friends, and they’re just joking around, of course he’s not in danger. But there’s a tightness to his chest, a stiffness to his posture, and he can see flashes of a classroom behind his eyes. It’s nondescript and boring, and it’s filled with students in black, gray, and white, teenagers not too much younger than Izuku’s classmates now, and it clashes so terribly with the warm atmosphere of the lounge.

Izuku’s breath quickens as his throat closes and as the seconds (or minutes? Hours?) pass, it gets harder and harder to differentiate the two images until they all but align with one another.

The students in the dreary, old building stand above him now, towering over him as he cowers on the cold, hard linoleum, trying desperately to understand why they’re laughing, why they find it so funny that he has a dream, why it’s so hard to believe he could do it. Why is it so hard for them to just let him be, he just wants to be a hero, just like them, why do they care so much, why did they hurt him, he’s done nothing wrong, it wasn’t his fault!

But they keep chanting and chanting that horrible, horrible name at him, burning it into his skin, marking him with a scarlet letter, until it’s the only thing he can think.

Deku, deku, deku, deku, deku, dekudekudekudekudekudekudekud—!

“—eku! Deku!”

Izuku snaps back into himself suddenly, gasping for air and vision blurring. He feels strangely cramped and uncomfortable, and as he slowly focuses, he realizes it’s because he’s curled into a tight ball on the couch.

Slowly, breathlessly, he pulls his arms from around his head and lowers his feet back to the floor, and he sees his new classmates, his beloved friends standing before him, worried. They’re so tall compared to him this way, leaning over him and taking up his entire field of vision, and again he sees images of events long since passed flicker through his mind. He pushes those thoughts away because the people before him now aren’t like that, they’re kind and good, they would never hurt him like that, so why—?

Izuku realizes Uraraka is talking to him still, and forces himself to focus on her words. “—eally scaring us, are you okay?”

Izuku blinks and feels something leave his eye. He doesn’t need to touch it to know it’s another tear.

It’s stupid. The whole thing is so stupid. It was just a stupid joke, a light barb just meant to tease, why’d he have to ruin it by freaking out so badly? There’s no reason to react like that, falling so far they had to call for him. They wouldn’t ever hurt him like that, certainly not Uraraka, he had absolutely no reason to go and worry them like this. He’s pathetic. Pathetic.

Patheticpatheticpatheticpathetic—

“Midoriya?” It’s Iida now, calling for him, snapping him out of his thoughts, and Izuku feels a sharp frustration run through him.

“I’m fine,” he says automatically and shoots to his feet. His friends stumble backward, surprised by his sudden movement, and Izuku wants to beat himself bloody. “I’m just a little tired, I’m gonna check in now, see you all tomorrow, goodnight.” His mouth runs on autopilot, listing the normal farewells like a robot. His eyes are locked on the elevator as he speedwalks toward it and no one stops him. He doesn’t turn back even as he enters and slams the button for the second floor too hard.

When the doors close, he allows himself to break.

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Ochako and the others (Iida, Todoroki, and Tsuyu) watch as Deku disappears behind the elevator doors, stunned and worried.

Her mind rapidly plays through the past couple of minutes, trying to figure out what exactly had caused Deku to freak out so much, but nothing that’d happened could have been that bad, could it? The five of them had just been joking around, enjoying each other’s company. They began reminiscing. Ochako teased Deku about his recklessness, or something, though maybe it had been about his hero obsession or his tendency to get into trouble; the specifics of it seems to have left her, probably swept away in the midst of all the action.

It doesn’t really matter what specifically had happened though. All that mattered is that it hurt Deku.

That’s probably what’s throwing Ochako so much. The fact that it had been her words that had cut so deeply somehow, that it’s her fault he felt he needed to flee. He had looked so scared as they stood above him, but it wasn’t any fear she had ever seen on him before. It wasn’t like the horror at seeing villains infiltrating their school, or the terror of being face to face with a man who could tear you apart with a single touch. It isn’t even the fear itself that sits so wrong with her. It’s the resignation that was in his eyes, as if he was expecting something from them and had accepted he couldn’t stop them. That fear was learned and… he was used to it.

She had caused that. She made him feel so afraid.

“I do wish he would talk to us,” Iida says suddenly, and when Ochako turns to him, she sees he has a far off look in his eye, like he’s stuck in a memory.

It ends quickly, however, and he comes back into himself with a small shake. Upon seeing them all staring at him, waiting for him to elaborate, his cheeks go a bit pink. “Ah, I just mean… Midoriya always seems a bit preoccupied these days. The first few times I noticed it, I made sure to remind him that he could talk to me—or any of us, really—if he needed it, but he would always just smile, thank me, and change the subject.” He sighs. “It never became any better, but I feared if I kept telling him the same thing over and over, he would get defensive or offended or…” Iida shakes his head, seemingly at a loss.

Todoroki nods. “Yeah, that sounds like Midoriya.” He gives a sigh of his own. “For someone so keen on sticking his nose in other people’s business, he’s incredibly dodgy about his own issues.”

Ochako is struck, then, by a thought that always seems to emerge whenever Deku’s involved. Who protects a hero when they need protecting?

Iida isn’t the only one who’s noticed how often Deku gets lost in his head. Honestly, she’d be surprised if anyone in their little friend group missed it whenever Deku got quiet and far away. He’s not really subtle about it, but he’s really good at flipping the subject or brushing off concern. So good, in fact, it kind of worries Ochako, if she’s honest.

She hadn’t ever tried to confront him about it, though. Honestly, she’s been kind of avoiding him over the last few weeks. Sometimes her heart just gets too loud and she can’t concentrate on anything other than him, and she can’t stand it. She was never in the right mind to talk about heavy things, so admittedly she hoped one of their other mutual friends had gotten him to open up about whatever was bothering him, but…

It seems none of them were successful.

“I wish we could help him,” Ochako says, eyes now glued on the closed elevator doors, like they’ll suddenly part and Deku will emerge, spilling his heart out for them to hear and help. They stay decidedly shut.

“Well, there’s only so much we can do if he doesn’t want to tell us, kero,” Tsuyu reasons and Todoroki nods.

“It’s not as if we can fight it out of him,” he comments, before a contemplative look crosses his face. “... Could we?”

“Of course not!” Iida immediately shuts down as Ochako and Tsuyu breathe out a halfhearted laugh. “That is not proper conduct on how to approach delicate subjects!”

“It worked for the two of us,” Todoroki shoots back. As Iida sputters about how that’s not quite the same thing, Ochako allows herself to laugh fully, if only to distract herself from the worry gnawing at her heart. Silently, she thanks Todoroki for breaking the oppressive atmosphere that’s fallen over them.

“I-In any case,” Iida moves on after nearly a full minute of stammering insistences that they couldn’t beat Deku better like he had admittedly done to them. “Any attempt to help Midoriya with his problems will have to wait until tomorrow. It is getting late and though I had allowed it before in the name of jovial banter and much-needed relaxation, I cannot in good conscious let us stay up any longer than we already have. We should retire so that we have ample energy for tomorrow’s classes.”

The other three of them give hums of agreement and the girls part from the boys.

On the elevator to the girl’s side of the dorm, Ochako must still look worried, because Tsuyu places a hand on her shoulder and says, “Don’t worry, Ochako. Midoriya will be fine. We’ll all make sure of it.”

She knows this; really, she does. But it doesn’t really stop the ache in her chest nor does it stop the image of Deku looking so, so afraid of her from burning into her mind’s eye.

Still, she smiles and thanks Tsuyu. It’s all she can really do.

---

Ochako can’t sleep.

She lies there, face up, staring at the ceiling with tired eyes and a racing mind. Try as she might, she can’t force herself to ignore the worry and concern that bites and tears at her heart. The scene from before keeps playing over and over in her mind, and she can’t help but try and figure it out. What exactly was it that she said that caused Deku so much distress? Is it something she knew about before and forgot was a trigger for him? Is it something he had never told her because he didn’t think it would be a problem? Or because he didn’t trust her with it? Is it something new, even to him?

You know, now that she thinks about it, for all she calls Deku her best friend, she actually knows very little about his life before U.A. She doesn’t know anything about him besides the fact that he and Bakugou went to the same middle school and, as such, have a sort of history together. For the life of her, she can’t recall any details outside of the ones she’s learned over the past few months: wants to be a hero, analyses heroes as a hobby, has an unusually high pain tolerance, has a concerning lack of self-preservation, used to be really skittish and tense at the beginning of the year…

Ochako blinks and considers the last three points. The pain tolerance could easily be explained away by his destructive quirk, but the other two… She thinks about Deku, curled so tightly into a ball as to take up as little space as possible. She thinks about the combined fear and resignation in his eyes as his friends stood over him, as if he was waiting for something that never came. She thinks about how he cried and babbled about how “it wasn’t his fault”, how he’s “done nothing wrong.”

She remembers how he used to jump at every touch and sudden movement. She remembers him telling her how “deku” was an insult. She remembers the excitement that shown in his eyes when she first called him her friend, how quickly he had started crying, how he had brushed her concern off by saying he was “just so happy.”

And, well… she thinks she might cry.

She doesn’t know what Deku’s life was like before U.A., not really. But she can make a good fucking guess.

Before Ochako knows it, she’s out of her dorm and halfway to the elevator. She can feel a boiling rage rush through her veins even as she berates herself again and again for not noticing, not realizing, and for being so incredibly careless with her words. They had all just been joking around, but that’s not an excuse. She had dearly hurt her best friend without even knowing how and Ochako will not let another minute go by without Deku knowing how sorry she is.

She tries to form some sort of script as she makes her way to the boy’s side of the dorm, sneaking through the dark lounge area and taking the stairs to avoid the loud elevator, but through her conflicting feelings, she can barely get passed the phrase “I’m so sorry, Deku” before she’s in front of his door.

Ochako stares at it, lips pursed and veins thrumming, trying to dredge up something more than a halfhearted apology. He deserves more than that, especially from her.

Fed up with her stalling, she lifts her fist and quietly raps twice on Deku’s door, resolving to just… wing it.

She waits for a full minute, ears straining for any sound indicating movement, before she deflates. He’s probably asleep. It has to be past midnight by now, there’s no reason why he would still be awake. Ochako’s had her fair share of panic attacks before and they are quite exhausting.

Still, she came up here to talk. She won’t be able to sleep if she doesn’t get her feelings out. Even if she’s only speaking to a door.

“Hey, Deku,” she whispers, leaning her side into the door. She crosses her arms and tries to feel less small. “I… I know you’re probably asleep, so I won’t talk long, I just… I couldn’t stop thinking about it, you know?” The side of her head gently thumps against the door. “You looked so scared and small, but it wasn’t anything I’d ever seen on you before. It… Honestly, it didn’t really belong on your face. The Deku I know is brave and steadfast and so incredibly kind, that kinda fear had no right to be on you.”

Ochako breathes in slowly and softly sighs it out. Her fingers clench on her arms and her words start to waver. “And… And it’s not just that either, I couldn’t… I couldn’t believe I had made you feel that. That something I said so flippantly had struck you so deeply, I just—” Ochako shakes her head despite it still being pressed into the wood. She sniffles and tries to steady her voice. “I’m so, so sorry. I never want you to look at me like that again. I’m supposed to be your friend, but I—I hurt you. I made you remember something awful and that’s—that’s not what a friend does. Friends make you feel safe. Friends make you feel loved. Just—I’m so, so sorry, Deku. I… hope you can forgive me.”

Ochako hears shifting from somewhere in his dorm and she holds her breath. But no one comes to the door.

She lets out a little breath, sagging. She takes a step away from his dorm, arms shifting to wrap around herself in a hug. “Right,” she says wetly. “Well, I’ll say all this to you again tomorrow. Hopefully I won’t cry. I know you’ll just feel bad for me then.” She laughs a little, but the sound falls flat.

She takes one, two steps away, and is nearly fully turned toward the stairwell when she hears a door open.

She turns back to face it and sees Deku’s door is slowly swinging open, its new hinges nearly silent as it does. Deku doesn’t appear in the doorway, but the invitation is clear.

Apparently, he had been awake.

Ochako steadies herself, nodding and murmuring “right” under her breath before she slowly makes her way into Deku’s dorm, closing the door behind her.

Deku’s balcony door is open and he is leaning over the side, arms propped on the railing and gaze skyward. Ochako swallows and makes her way over to him, sidling up on his side with an appropriate amount of space between them.

For a long time, neither of them spoke. They only stare up at the night sky together, watching as the moon slowly makes its way across it. Ochako’s already said her piece, all that’s left is for Deku to respond.

Ochako doesn’t know how long they stand together, but it’s enough that she starts to feel the chill of the night seep into her pajamas. Just as another shiver crawls up her spine, Deku whispers, “Thank you for apologizing.”

She blinks and turns to face him. He has a soft look on his face, off put by the red rimming his eyes and the tear stains on his face. He looks exhausted, but he has a tiny smile on his face as he gazes upward, looking gently happy and relieved. Ochako’s heart stutters in her chest.

“Of—Of course,” she stammers. “We were all going to apologize tomorrow, I just kinda jumped the gun.”

Deku nods. “Still, it means a lot. And,” he continues, turning to face the brilliance of that beautiful smile in her direction. Her heart lodges in her throat. “I forgive you.”

“R-Really?” she chokes out, not really knowing why she’s surprised. This is Deku she’s talking about here. He was probably going to forgive her regardless of when or how she apologized. She doesn’t quite know how to feel about that, if she’s honest.

Deku nods, casting his eyes downward now, at his hands still suspended over the edge of the railing. “It wasn’t really your fault to begin with,” he says. “The whole thing is… kinda stupid, if I’m honest. I don’t know why I reacted like that, I’ve never had such a problem with teasing before.” He shakes his head. “I dunno.”

“It’s not stupid, Deku,” she protests. “Like I said before, you looked so afraid of us. Of me. I should have never said anything to make you think we were going to hurt you in any way.”

“I guess,” he concedes, but he still doesn’t look convinced. “I just—can’t help but feel like I ruined the whole evening, you know?” He laughs mirthlessly, his hands now clutched together tightly, and she wants to reassure him that he didn’t, but he’s already continuing, “Like, we were having fun, laughing and teasing each other, exchanging stories, and for some reason I flashed back to—t-to a place I put behind me. Honestly, I hardly thought about the place until today, it doesn’t—well, I thought it didn’t bother me anymore.”

“... Do you… want to talk about it?” Ochako asks.

“Not really.” His reply is so quick and unexpected Ochako flinches back. Noticing this, Deku quickly soothes, “Ah, I mean… it’s just a lot… and it’s already so late, so…“

“It’s fine, Deku,” Ochako says, waving a hand placatingly. “Really. I’m not going to make you talk about anything you don’t want to. But…” She hesitates, but gently sets her hand on his arm. “You can talk to me. Or any of us. I-I know Iida has already told you this and all, but really, Deku, you can.” He purses his lips, so she continues, “You’re our friend, and we want you to be okay. We want you to feel safe around us and be happy. None of us think you’re a burden. Okay?”

Deku’s eyes go a bit misty and his voice wavers as he says, “It’s just… it’s so hard sometimes… I-I’ve wanted to before, but my head, it just… suffocates me until I decide it’s not worth it.”

Ochako nods sympathetically. “Yeah, that… trust me when I say I understand. But it won’t ever get better if you don’t talk about it, you know? Regardless of what it is. And I dunno about the others, but I know I’ll drop everything the second any one of you needs help. Whether it’s homework or to vent or because you just need a shoulder to cry on.” Ochako smiles. “I’ll always be there for you. Okay?”

Deku sniffs and nods quickly. “Okay.”

Tension drips off of Ochako’s shoulders and she barely holds in a sigh of relief. “Okay… good.”

Deku gives her a lopsided smile and, after a moment of quiet between them, his cheeks turn a bit pink. “Um, Uraraka, c-can I… hug you?”

Despite the sudden screaming in her head, Ochako’s smile widens and she says, “Sure.”

His arms leave the railing and quiver in the air between them, and after a few seconds, she realizes that’s about as far as he can make himself go. Ochako breathes out a quiet laugh and steps into them, finishing the hug for him. He tenses as their torsos meet and her arms wrap around him, but after a moment, he lets out a shaky breath and tightly reciprocates. She can feel him shaking as she holds him, his cheek pressed tightly against the top of her head, and when she starts to feel something dripping into her hair, she pulls him closer, arms wrapping even tighter around him. She hopes he understands her silent message: I’m not going anywhere.

Eventually, they do pull away, once their exhaustion becomes too much to ignore. They share a sleepy smile with one another and Deku walks Ochako to his door. She opens it and is halfway out of it before she turns back to him and says, “Talk to you tomorrow?”

He chuckles, rubbing at his eye. “I think it’s already tomorrow.”

With a roll of her eyes, she corrects, “Then tonight.”

Deku smiles again, toothy and happy. “Yeah.”

“Good.” Ochako yawns, covering her mouth with her hand, and begins to walk out again as she says, “I love you, Deku.”

“Love you too, Ura…” They both freeze, exhaustion momentarily forgotten as dread fills the both of them to the brim.

Ochako whips around in a blur. “Pl-Platonically!! As friends!”

“Yep that’s exactly the same as me, just friends, nothing more!!” Deku nearly shouts in agreement, face as red as Ochako’s feels.

They stare at each other for a few seconds, eyes wide with similar expressions of mortification, before the ridiculousness sets it. Ochako’s mouth wavers before she snorts and lets herself laugh out loud, ignoring the wild thumping of her heart.

Deku looks so confused for a few breathless seconds, but he must catch on to the hilarity soon, because eventually he starts laughing along with her. Embarrassed, emotional, and just a little bit delirious, the two quickly become out of breath, wiping tears from their eyes and heaving in huge gulps of air.

“W-Well,” Ochako breathily giggles, feeling happy and light. “Good night, Deku.”

“Y-You too, Uraraka,” Deku responds, looking so incredibly beautiful with his huge smile, red face, and delighted red-rimmed eyes. Ochako takes a second to memorize it, wanting this perfect image of him to be burned into her mind forever, before she turns and makes her way down the hall, occasionally, turning to give a little wave goodbye to him, something he returns as he watches her go.

Ochako collapses into her bed soon after, feeling giddy and exhausted and so incredibly happy to be Deku’s friend. She falls asleep to the memory of strong, warm arms around her and the sound of tearful, relieved laughter ringing in her ears.

---

A few hours later, Ochako wakes feeling the exact opposite. She’s groggy and brittle and she knows she has to get up to tell the others that everything’s fine now, but she does not want to.

Eventually, she does, still with enough time to beat the rest of the class downstairs, with the exception of Iida, Todoroki, and Tsuyu. As she gets ready and makes her way down, she remembers her conversation with Deku, how relieved she had felt and he had seemed, and it’s enough to round her edges out, if only a little bit.

“Good morning, Uraraka!” Iida loudly greets, and Ochako decides that Deku’s happiness and laughter can only do so much. “You’re just in time for us to begin planning how to help Midoriya!”

“You look terrible,” Todoroki comments, to which Ochako gives him a withering glare.

“Did you sleep okay, kero?” Tsuyu asks and Ochako sighs.

“No, but that’s my own fault,” she grumbles and rubs at her eyes. “But that’s besides the point. We don’t need to do any planning, Deku is—”

“Hey, guys…” Speak of the devil.

The four of them turn towards the man in question as he approaches them, looking just as tired as Ochako but sculpting it very differently. He looks much less irritable than she with his smooth expression and small smile, one that is not too dissimilar to the one he gave Ochako last night after her apology. There’s a nervous energy about him as well, though Ochako supposes that’s fair; the last time the others saw him, he was frantic, crying, and afraid.

“M-Midoriya, how are you?” Iida quickly recovers, seemingly surprised that Deku had come to them.

“Better,” he says. He glances at Ochako before returning his gaze to the other three. “Uraraka talked to me last night, and apologized already. You guys don’t have to, I already forgive you. It was… well, not stupid, but I didn’t even know I would react like that, so I can’t exactly blame you guys for saying those things. And, um… “ He fidgets where he stands, eye contact faltering. “If you want to, um… can we talk? Sometime tonight?”

Ochako is taken off guard, and by the looks on the others faces, they are too. They all share a look, before Tsuyu asks, “Are you sure?”

“We don’t want to force you,” Todoroki adds on.

Deku nods resolutely. “Yes, I’m… I’m sure. I really, really want to talk with you guys.”

“Well,” Iida starts, misty-eyed. “We’ll be sure to listen.”

Deku gives them all another wonderful smile, looking relieved and so very happy.

The conversation soon moves on to today’s classes and what they all might do during their Heroics class, but Ochako isn’t really listening. She’s watching as Deku falls easily back into the conversation, comfortable and safe. She thinks about that fear she’d seen on him yesterday and how not one trace of it is left in his face, and she lets herself relax.

Deku seems to realize she’s looking at him and he meets her gaze. He smiles brilliantly at her and her breath is stolen away like always. Normally, she would feel some sort of frustration at herself for that, but now, she relishes it. Her very dear friend is smiling at her with no reservations and with such contagious elation, what else can she do but reciprocate?

---

When you grow up like Izuku did, you learn things.

They’re not fun things, quite the opposite really, but along with those harsh lessons, Izuku learned how to treasure the truly good moments. And maybe one day, the cruel teachings of his childhood will give way to newer lessons, the ones he should’ve been able to learn before.

Izuku doesn’t know.

But what he does know is that standing in the lounge area, surrounded by his close and dear friends, Izuku has never felt more safe.

#izuochaweek2020 #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #bnha #mha #izuocha #midoriya izuku #uraraka ochako #uradeku #gravity smash #tw panic attack #tw abuse

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dawnoftime21 · 5 years

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Good Influence (Billy Hargrove x Reader) (possibly part one)

Warning(s): slight mention of sexual contact, teasing, borderline submissive Billy

Summary: Your mom being friends with Susan, automatically made you the designated person to take Max under their wing but with her comes her older brother, Billy.

A/N: I was thinking of making this a one off but if you guys like it I may have to make this a little series

There he stood, waiting for Max to arrive as she's late as always. He waits about 10 minutes, being the generous he is, and there she is... only not alone, she's walking next to a girl (Y/H), with (H/C) hair. A dark green sweater softly off your shoulders, showing your bra straps. A pair of blue jeans hugging your legs and sporting a thick red heeled shoe and a red lip.

You were laughing and talking to Max, but stopped when Max stopped dead in her tracks at the sight of Billy, she'd forgotten all about him and she could tell by the scowl on his face that there was no good outcome. But when you look his way a smirk creeps it's way to your face. You were no longer in highschool but you'd heard all about the infamous Billy Hargrove, mainly from your female classmates he's screwed. But he was indeed good looking.

"Go on Max, don't want him to explode and get denim all over the parking lot" this earned a smile and laugh from the red headed girl as she nodded. "I'll see you later (Y/N), just know I'm blaming my lateness on you!" You smile and wave, "I wouldn't want it any other way!"

Turning around, you make your way over to your motorcycle, putting on your helmet and starting the bike. One last glance over at Max, sending a head nod her way before zooming off.

"Who's that?" He pays no attention to Max getting in the car but his line of side was more transfixed on you riding off.

"She's no one you'd be interested in, that I'm sure of" Max sighs, looking at her step brother and back at the vacant parking lot in front of her.

"And how the hell would you know that?" His eyebrow raises giving Max the most uncomfortable side stare known to man. "She's mom's friend's daughter, no big deal, mom thinks she'll be a good role model for me"

"Of course, Susan with the bright ideas...how come I've never seen her around before?"

"She's a college student"

"So you're telling me... you're hanging out with a college student?"

"Yeah... problem?"

"Watch it Max."

"Oh, did I forget to mention she's coming over for dinner?" Max smirks, knowing this is the last thing he wants to hear because he'll be forced to stay home.

Billy headed out of the parking lot and headed towards home, thinking of how Max was hanging out with a college student when she was barely even a high school student yet.

Over the past few weeks, Max was telling you how she was bombarded with questions from Billy about you. So you decided to visit him when he least expected it...during school. You didn't like people asking about you, especially him.

Walking into the high school, gave you major nostalgia, you weren't popular in high school but when you graduated you finally began to blossom. Walking past the gym doors you look in and spot just who you were looking for, Hargrove in flesh and blood. He was standing on the basketball court, shirt off and gym shorts on. You had to admit, he was a beautiful sight to behold like this. Your click of your heels was very much prominent over the squeaking of sneakers as you made your way across the gym floor.

You look over at the gym teacher and smile at the fact he was still working and hadn't retired yet. You were always his favorite if you were being honest, you never made his life any harder than it had to be when it came to being around high school kids. You two exchanged a hug and you went to go sit on the bleachers, watching Hargrove play basketball.

Looking over at you caused Billy's eyes to widen, he could feel his senses heighten just at the sight of you alone, legs crossed and sunglasses over your eyes, staring him as if he were your prey. He knew he had to play harder than ever, to show you he was the best, there was a lot at stack at this moment.

Steve, who had his back turned to you, saw Billy staring and turned to look and see what had caught his gaze, and when he sees you he smiles and waves, which you gladly reciprocate. Billy feel his stomach clenching at the sight of you smiling for another guy, Harrington of them all! He takes this time to dribble the ball and shoulder Steve, knocking him over and shooting the basketball, making it in with the satisfactory swish.

Looking at you, eyes meeting through your sunglasses, he sauntered slowly and briefly, tongue out and licking his lips.

You could feel the small smirk appear onto your face, although Steve was your friend, you had to admit that having Billy Hargrove himself go out of his way to get your attention was quite a thrill.

He continued to play this way, aiming his aggressions solely at Steve. It was Steve's turn to have the ball and Billy was directly behind him like a fly on honey.

"How do you know her?" He interrogated, occasionally reaching out in front of him to snatch the ball.

"She's friends with Max, I'm friends with the whole gang, so we sort of just met... Why do you ask Hargrove? Scared I beat you to the punch and claimed her first?" Steve had a smug smirk plastered across his face as Billy rendered himself momentarily caught of guard, allowing Steve to run and make the shot.

Steve laughed softly at the slight look of anger on the long haired boy's face, he knew he didn't like competition and he feels as if he should always win...and although you and Steve were just simple acquaintances, borderline friends, he would never let Billy know that.

You stood up once the boys were and headed into the locker room. You leaned against the wall next to exit leading outside, awaiting Billy's arrival.

He spent about 5 minutes looking at himself in the mirror, fixing himself up for you. Shirt slightly unbuttoned and cologne on, makes his way out and into the gym, debatably the last one out.

"I heard you've been asking about me, Hargrove" the way his name left your mouth was as if you were calling out for him, seductively. It was pure bliss. That shit faced grin appears onto his face and he raises an eyebrow, following you outside. "So what if I have?" He muses, leaning against the brick wall.

You turn to face him, crossing your arms "I wanna know why" oh you knew exactly why, big bad Billy was infatuated with you. You walk closer to him looking up at him slightly.

You're caught off guard however when you feel him pin you against the wall, his pelvis against yours, lips against your ear. "I can't seem to get you out of my mind, especially these curves of yours" his voice low and hands trailing up your waist toward your breasts.

You took the opportunity to knock him off balance and onto his back onto the ground. Straddling him, you take his hands and put them above his head. Now it was your turn to have a shit faced grin. "If there's one thing you need to know about me Hargrove, it's that I'm not one of these little high school girls you chase around-" you grind down once softly against him and you instantly feel him tense up, hardening. Your head goes down toward his neck, leaving a few kisses before continuing. "- I can break you sweetheart, i can take big bad Billy Hargrove and make him cry out for me in more ways imaginable" your right hand makes it's way to his neck, applying slight pressure. Moving your face to hover just above his, his eyes darken in lust. You knew you had him in the palm of your hand. You could feel his Adam's move beneath your hand as he swallowed hard and took a breath.

A giggle leaves you as you lean down, your lips grazing his, "Keep telling yourself that you're so dominant... it'll make ruining you so much sweeter" you smirk before getting up off of the California boy and walking away toward your bike, looking back slightly along the way, only to see him sitting up in the grass, staring you down...not in anger but, determination.

#billy hargrove imagine #billy hargrove x reader #billy hargove x reader #x reader #billy hargrove one shot #masterlist

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celawrites · 4 years

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Day 42

Wondering about what happened yesterday? Yeah, A managed to convince the school that a play on the final day of school would be a good way to end the school year for us seniors. Somehow with his smooth-talking and all, he managed to convince the principal that it would be a good idea. A, I swear, I will murder you in your sleep.

“So.”

“No. I call backstage,” I hiss.

“Oh, come on! There’s no one who has better chemistry than you and Sun.”

“Mint.”

“HE DOESN’T COUNT!”

“You’re just scared you’ll lose the bet.”

“nO IT’S JUST-”

“How about we keep everything pg and have none of us kicked out?” I cut her off.

“Ok, if you’re worried about the contract, then know that it’s the last day of school and as long as we drag it out to after the bell, you two are free to do whatever.” Pebble mentions.

“We don’t technically get our graduation until Saturday,” I groan. “And no! I’m not acting.”

“Cressie, you’re the most dramatic person I know.”

“No, you’re worse than me.”

“I will not hesitate to fight you.”

“Ok but I’m against this as well?” Sun mentions. We’re in homeroom, and we need to discuss who’s playing who in a play we don’t even know about. Mint’s absent as usual, but our teacher finally speaks up.

“This year’s overall theme is stars right?”

“Yeah.”

“Then how about a tragedy? The Asian mythology about Vega and Altair? The star crossed lovers separated by the celestial river?”

“oH!” Pebble claps. “Perfect! But is mythology allowed? We’re in a Christian school.”

“I’ll ask.” We turn to look at one of our classmates. Our principal’s nephew. “If he says no we can just say it’s an ancient Chinese play.”

“Ok, I call dibs being backstage,” I huff.

“No. You’re gonna play Vega and that’s final,” Pebble huffs.

“I’m only asking him if Cressie plays Vega.”

“whAT?” I shriek.

“I don’t care who plays Altair, Cressie needs to play Vega because she’s the only one with enough control on her emotional state to not mess up halfway through.”

“I am the most emotionally unstable person you will ever meet” I huff. Sun snickers and agrees.

“Wait, since Cressie’s playing Vega can we just have Sun play Altair?” Sam speaks up.

“No,” I shake my head. “Sun’s stage fright still hasn’t been completely removed and I don’t wanna risk him freezing up on stage.”

“Then Mint?”

“What if I get over it? It’s not like we’re acting on a huge stage or anything. It’s just the school’s stage, and I know everyone here.”

“Sun, you literally have the worst case of stage fright ever, please.”

“Ok but please.”

“Why are you so pressed on being Altair?” I ask. He looks away, face red with embarrassment. There was literally no explanation to why he would- oH.

“There is no legal explanation to this Sun, I will not hesitate to fight you,” I hiss. He didn’t think I would do anything with him on stage right?

The class falls silent and I pull out my phone. Sun raises an eyebrow and mentally prepares himself for the pick up line I’m about to aim at him.

“You know why Sun and I can’t play the characters?” Sam shoots me a knowing look and I continue. “Because unlike Altair and Vega, Sun and I were chosen by the stars to be soulmates.”

“Perfect way to get out of this responsibility too,” Sun mumbles. “Too bad we’re just platonic soulmates.”

“THAT HURT SUN!” I cry out in agony. “You’ve killed me. Congrats.”

“Perfect. Now, who’s willing to replace Cress as Vega?” Sun grins.

The class is silent, and I hear Pebble slam her head into the table in exasperation.

“I hate it here,” Danny mumbles.

“You and me both,” I snicker.

The bell rings and the day ends. Just kidding! I still have a 3 a.m. run. My fingers click on my phone screen and I grin in triumph. Driving to the destination, I snicker at how worn out he looks.

“You look like a mess Mint,” I snort.

“I know.” He runs a hand through his hair. “McDonalds?”

“Yeah,” I mumble. “Is A asleep?”

“Mhm,” he hums. “He was staying up late doing his history project.”

“That poor child.”

The run to McDonalds is like any other time.

Serenity made a new post!

The night today is a captivating shade of blue. The colors of the galaxy swirl and mix, and you lose yourself in how elegant the sky looks. It’s the shade of a royal’s robe and the colors of people who have incredible depth to their eyes. It’s the color of when the darkness finally swirls into a shade of comfort. The stars remind me of a latte. They give off the feeling of life, the small twinkles of light when the darkness drowns you out. On most nights here, there isn’t much to see, but on the days that they shine, you seem to find that the world had slowed down.

-Serenity

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fanficsaremylifeline · 4 years

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe, Captain America - All Media Types Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers, James "Bucky" Barnes & Steve Rogers Characters: Steve Rogers, James "Bucky" Barnes, George Barnes (Marvel), Sarah Rogers Additional Tags: Song Lyrics, Song fic, Emotional Hurt, Grief/Mourning, post Bucky falling, Alcohol, way too much of it, stroll through memory lane

Song is 'Talia' by King Princess

Hey, my love

I buried you a month or two ago

I keep thinking that you're standing on my floor

That you're waiting there for me

***

“You punk alright?”

Steve glanced up to see an outstretched hand and he let the stranger pull him to his feet.

“Thanks”, he mumbled. He lost the fight. Again.

“Come on.” The other boy pulled Steve behind him and all but pushed him on the steps of the school. “You're good.”

“Right”, Steve scoffed. It was only the third time this week, Steve had found himself seated on his behind, after some bully didn't get the meaning of simple personal boundaries and being a decent person.

“I mean it”, the other boy assured him. “You got a few good punches in. I got just one question.”

“Shoot.”

“Why the hell would you fight that guy? He's easily triple your size and his fist has about the same size as your head.” He looked at Steve the same way his Mum always did, a mixture of concern and exasperation.

“He's a bully”, Steve just shrugged.

“Yeah, I know. But he won't stop bullying, just cause some scrawny punk tries to punch him in the face.”

“You sound like my Ma...”

“And she sounds like a poor woman, having to deal with you. But well, now I'm looking out for you.”

“Huh?” Steve looked at the other guy. Dark eyes, even darker hair and a smile from ear to ear, showing where one of his front teeth had fallen out.

He just shrugged and got up. “I'm your new best friend and look after you from now on. You punk.”

“You're a jerk”, Steve shot back, but the smile tugged on the corners of his mouth.

“Oh, you have no idea... Come on, I'll walk you home.”

Back home, his Mum was all over him. “Steven Grant Rogers, how often do I need to tell you not to get into fights!”, she tutted, as she cleaned his face up.

“But he was a bully!”

“And you're a sick kid”, Sarah sighed and cupped his face. “I'm just worried that one of these days you're gonna get hurt real badly.”

“Well, I have a new best friend now”, Steve grinned proudly. “He says he'll look out for me.”

“That is wonderful. Who is he?”

“He and his family just moved here from Indiana, they actually live just down the street.”

“And what's this young man's name?”

Huh. Steve stilled as realization hit that he and his new best friend have skipped over one quite important detail... “No idea... I'll ask him tomorrow in school.”

“You do that”, Sarah laughed. “Until then, I got new pencils and there is this empty space just by the fridge...”

***

If I drink enough

I can taste your lipstick I can lay down next to you

but it's all in my head

If I drink enough I swear that I will wake up next to you

***

“JAMES BUCHANAN BARNES!”

The grin dropped from Bucky's face and in one quick motion he dove behind Steve's bed and probably somewhere underneath it. He had barely disappeared, when the door opened and Mr Barnes stormed inside.

“Steve, where is my son?”

“I don't see him”, he just shrugged.

“That wasn't my question and you know it. But since I don't feel like searching through your room, you can tell that young man that he is in deep trouble, and can kiss his allowance for the next week goodbye.”

“That's not fair!”, Bucky protested as he appeared from behind the bed again. “It wasn't even my fault, it was all on Becca!”

“Yes, I am sure that you sister burned her own doll's hair.”

Buck just shot a skew grin back at his dad.

“Right then”, Mr Barnes cleared his throat. “There are two options, I'm feeling gracious today so you can choose. You can either pay for the repairs or you'll be kept from Steve for the next month.”

“WHA...” Both boys stared at the man with wide open eyes. Bucky, being kept away from Steve? They'd be dead within a week!

“Fine, I'll pay for Becca's stupid doll”, he grumbled and, his head hung low, he trudged towards his father. “I'm sorry, sir.”

“I know you are. Now, you're coming home with me, you have a sister to apologize to and we're not done talking yet.”

Ouch. Steve knew exactly what 'talking' referred to, as did Bucky, who flinched and hid his hands behind his back.

“Have a nice evening, Steve”, Mr Barnes greeted him and walked out the door. He had his arm around Bucky's shoulder to make sure that the boy wouldn't run off. Buck only shot Steve a small smile, before following his Dad.

“Morn, punk”, Bucky greeted him, as they walked to school together.

“Hey, jerk”, Steve shot back. “You alright?”

“Yeah”, Buck waved it off, “got only two with the ruler and spend the entire evening alone in my bedroom to do some quiet contemplation.”

“Oh?” Steve grinned up at his friend. “And what did you quietly contemplate?”

“That you're a punk.” With his arm around Steve's shoulder, the two boys disappeared in the school building.

***

I can see you dancing, I can lay down next to you

At the foot of my bed

If I drink enough

I can taste your lipstick I can lay down next to you

but it's all in my head

If I drink enough I swear that I will wake up next to you

***

“I brought you soup!” Steve hadn't even realized that his bedroom door had opened, when Buck stood right in front of his bed, a steaming bowl in his hands. “My Mum made it, with potatoes and cabbage.”

“I'm not hungry. And you shouldn't be here or you'll get sick”, Steve sighed, before a coughing fit took him.

“Right”, Bucky rolled his eyes, clearly to hide his worry, and helped Steve to sit up. “I've been around your viruses and germs and shit for about eight years. I think I'm immune to all things Steve by now.”

“'Cause that's how it works...”

“At least that's how friendship works”, Buck made clear, sat himself opposite Steve on his creaky bed and put the bowl of soup in his lap. “I will feed you, so don't test me, punk.”

“Fine”, Steve shrugged and opened his mouth.

After a moment of shocked and surprised silence, Bucky laughed so hard, he almost dropped the bowl. “You're impossible!”, he giggled, but complied and fed Steve his soup.

“You know, if you don't get that job at Mr Johnson's workshop, you could go into nursing”, Steve grinned, once he felt like he was filled to the brim.

“If all my patients are as horrible as you, I will have to be send to the asylum.”

“Don't worry, I'd visit you.”

“And bring me a file, so I can escape?”

“I'll bake it into a nice cake”, Steve assured him.

“Oh god.” Buck's face dropped at the pure implication of Steve in the kitchen. “You'll burn the house down!”

“Ha, ha”, Steve deadpanned, before another coughing fit took him

“Did you see the doctor already today?” Sometimes Steve was really surprised by how easy Bucky could switch from teasing to concern and genuine worry.

Since the words were stuck somewhere in his throat, Steve just nodded.

“And?”

Steve knew exactly what Bucky was aiming for, but he didn't want to worry him, so he just shrugged.

“Steven Grant Rogers, I know exactly when you're lying, so I swear to God, tell me what the doctor said, or I'll tell Ruthie that you're in love with Ms Nelson.”

Oh, come on! With a groan, Steve just fell back on the bed. Whatever you told Bucky's sister Ruth at breakfast was common knowledge by lunchtime. And if he told her that Steve was in love with their Mathematics teacher... That would be social murder.

“Fine...” He turned his face just enough, so he didn't have to look at Bucky. “20:80.”

“Shit.”

When the doctor told him earlier today, Steve just wanted to cry. He's never had such bad chances at making it through the night and he had never before been that scared to close his eyes.

“Well then.” Bucky put the soup away and made himself comfortable next to Steve on the bed. “What do you want to do?”

“Not die...”

“That's obvious”, Buck shot back, trying – and failing – to mask his fear. “But I mean right now. I can tell you about school, I could read to you, if you want.”

“Just 'cause you got an A in reading...” Even though it hurt, Steve couldn't help his eyeroll. If he weren't overtaken by coughing fits, he too would have an A in reading.

“I can also sing to you!”

Oh, heaven's no. Steve's face just dropped and Buck started laughing. “I know, I know... Torturing cats sounds nicer than my singing. I am more of a dancer after all.” He flailed his arms a little, as if he were guiding a girl over the dance floor.

In the end he did start reading Sherlock Holmes, until Steve's tiredness won.

“Love you, jerk”, he whispered, just before sleep took him.

“Love you too, punk.”

And then it went dark.

Steve opened his eyes to his Mum by his bedside and Buck, lying half on top of him, snoring. And that not just softly.

“Morning, love”, his Mum smiled.

“Hey, Ma.” He made it through another night, he beat the odds again.

“How are you feeling?”

“Tired”, Steve mumbled and gently squeezed his Mum's hand.

“That I believe. It's ok to fall asleep again, me and James are both here to look after you.”

“Ok.” He even managed a weak smile as he closed his eyes again. Still deep asleep, Buck scooted a little closer against Steve and held tightly onto the smaller boy.

Yeah, he'd be just alright here.

***

I can see your dancing, I can lay down next to you

At the foot of my bed

If I drink enough

I can taste your lipstick, I can lay down next to you

But it's all in my head

If I drink enough I swear that I will wake up next to you

***

“It is with a heavy heart that we say goodbye to Sarah Rogers, a formidable woman, wife and mother. It was her mission in life to save others, no matter what the consequences for her own life. This spirit, the fighting for the weakest amongst us, is how we will remember her.”

Steve sat out on the fire escape, staring out over the busy street underneath him. He didn't even bother to try and fight the tears that made their way down his cheek.

She had fought for the longest time against the illness. What made everything worse was that Steve couldn't get to her, not really at least. With his non-existent immune system, he was forced to stay behind glass windows, unable to hold her hand like she had done for him time and time again. After she was there for him all his 18 sick and almost dying years, he couldn't be there the one time she needed him.

He tucked his knees closely against his chest, as the wind picked up. “You'll catch your death”, she'd say, “just come inside, before the coughing starts again.” If he closed his eyes, Steve could almost hear her say it.

“You'll catch your death.”

That wasn't his Mum. He didn't need to look up though, to know that it was Bucky who climbed out to him. However, instead of trying to talk Steve into climbing back inside and have a warming cup of tea, Buck wrapped his arm around his shoulder and pulled Steve in.

They just sat in silence and for the first time in days, maybe even weeks, Steve didn't feel like the world was gonna come crushing down on him if he wasn't strong for everyone around him. With Buck, he didn't need to be strong, he could be taken care of instead.

***

If I drink enough

I can taste your lipstick I can lay down next to you

but it's all in my head

If I drink enough I swear that I will wake up next to you

***

“I still can't believe that that scrawny little punk that never backed away from a fight, is now America's new favourite hero”, Bucky chuckled as they sat around the fire.

“Trust me, I can't believe it myself”, Steve laughed, before emptying his cup.

“Ma would be really proud”, Buck eventually smiled. “She always fought for the little ones and now her little boy's following in her foot steps.”

“She raised me right. Both of us”, he added.

“Yeah...”

They were silent for a while, just staring into the flames, as memories of years long ago passed back through Steve's mind.

“You know”, he broke the silence, “when we first met, Ma was so confused about some kid from Indiana just picking up random boys from the street.”

“In her defence, it's exactly what I did”, Buck laughed.

“Why, though?”

“Huh?”

“Why did you pick me? What, about that breathless, dirty, sick, little beat-up loser, screamed: I need to look out for him now?”

“Exactly that”, Buck shrugged, “you were a breathless, dirty, sick, little, beat-up loser. Someone had to look out for you. But just to make one thing perfectly clear.” Buck locked eyes with him and the warm nostalgia in his expression made way for something almost scolding. “Just because you are now a super human, doesn't mean I have to let you do all sort of crazy shit, because that, my friend, is never gonna happen.”

“Yes, Ma”, Steve moaned and rolled his eyes, before the grin broke through.

“Thank you”, Buck grinned back, “for that wonderful compliment. If I manage to be half the person that Sarah Rogers was...”

“You already are”, Steve made clear. “At least to me.”

“Which is more than enough”, Buck smiled back and pulled Steve into a hug. “Love you, punk.”

“Love you, too, jerk.”

***

If I drink enough

I can taste your lipstick I can lay down next to you

but it's all in my head

If I drink enough I swear that I will wake up next to you

***

The loud bang of the empty bottle, as it shattered on the bare wall, echoed through the apartment. It was a little solace that the pieces flew all through the room, glittering ever so slightly in the lamp's glow.

But Steve didn't give a fuck about the aesthetics.

What he did give a fuck about, was the fact that he still didn't feel anything.

Four bottles. Four bottles of whiskey now lay broken on the ground and Steve didn't even feel the slightest tinge of being drunk. He could have had water and the result'd be the same: He was sitting in his barren room, feeling heartbroken and so out of place, and he couldn't even drown his sorrows in alcohol.

Didn't mean that Steve would stop trying.

Maybe whiskey bottle no five, which he opened and took a generous sip from, would change something. Maybe whiskey bottle no five would grant him the gentle buzz, that he was craving. Maybe whiskey bottle no five would offer the light-headedness that would help Steve relax. Maybe whiskey bottle no five would allow Steve to just close his eyes, let the alcohol do its job and take him into dreamless sleeps. Maybe whiskey bottle no five would mush his brain enough for Steve to stop seeing Bucky's face, a grimace of fear and panic, as he fell. Maybe whiskey bottle no five would be intoxicating enough for Steve to forget, even if only for five minutes.

Or maybe, whiskey bottle no five would be the one to let Steve finally wake up next to Buck again.

***

Hey, my love

I buried you a month or two ago

I keep thinking that you're standing on my floor

That you're waiting there for me

But it's all in my head

If I drink enough I swear that I will wake up next to you

#avengers #steve rogers #captain america #james bucky barnes #winter soldier #white wolf #sarah rogers #stucky #pre-serum #and post-serum #depressed steve #and so much alcohol #remember kids #don't do drugs #or alcohol

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littlejeanniebean · 4 years

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peter parker goes to marvel high (normal mcu au)

A/N: Peter’s first day of high school ft. Shuri, Mr. Stark, Mr. Loki, and co. ~1700 words teenaged angst then fluff. More Peter x Shuri in my masterlist :)

Heavily inspired by this post by @spellbounding-slytherin

I’m also a big fan of @tinymintywolf‘s art :))

- J xx

Fact: Peter Parker was a nervous wreck. May, ever the optimist, had patted his cheeks, kicked him out of the car, and told him to have a good day. Peter had never had a good first day of school. He was smart but had a severe attention deficit, so even his teachers never liked him. His one best friend throughout junior high, Ned Leeds, had moved to New Jersey, so he would probably end up eating alone in some empty classroom just to be safe. And he’d met the principal at orientation last Friday. He had an eye patch and a perpetual frown, used to head up the corrections department for youth offenders. So yeah, high school was going to suck big time.

“Move it, dickwad,” one of the larger boys shoved past him at the door to his homeroom.

Peter strategically chose a seat in the ambiguous, unnoticeable middle.

A short, bright-eyed girl marched up to him, “You’re in my seat.”

“Sorry! Sorry!” he tried to pick up his backpack but the strap was caught on the leg of his chair, so he just kind of ended up spilling himself over the floor.

“Crap, I was just messing with you, kid,” she helped him up, “You good?”

“Yeah, yeah, sorry,” he just sort of stood there awkwardly, not meeting her eyes.

“Dude, you gotta stop apologizing. I’m sorry, okay?” she tried to get him to look at her, “I’m Shuri. I have a messed up sense of humour that scares away any friends I might’ve ended up having. Is it cool if I sit next to you?”

“Yeah, sure,” he nodded, “I’m Perker Pat - Parker Pete - Peter Parker.”

“Cool.”

“Dude, you are sad,” the boy who shoved him coming into the room twirled an expensive-looking pen, sparing him the most derisive of sideways glances.

Peter was saved from actually having to come up with a response when their teacher walked in two-minutes after the bell and put his feet up on his desk, “Okay, kiddies. My name is Mr. Stark, you may call me Mr. Stark. I am your homeroom teacher unless you’re in the wrong room. I also teach AP Math and Computer Science. If you have questions at this point, I honestly wonder how you got this far in life, but I’m obligated to ask.”

The room was silent.

“Great, do whatever until the bell rings, I guess.”

The class emptied out.

Peter hung back, “M-Mr. Stark?”

“Yes, Proton.”

“I-it’s Peter, actually.”

“I was talking about your t-shirt.”

“I - Oh, yeah,” he looked down at the “I’m positive” joke print, “um… I just wanted to let you know that I have ADHD, mostly the AD part a-and I don’t expect any special treatment or anything and I’ll work really hard, but I also wanted to join Mathletes and I wasn’t allowed in junior high because I’d always get sidetracked at the meets but I think I can do better now if you’ll give me the chance… butifnotthat’sokay.”

Mr. Stark appraised him, “First meeting is in this room at three.”

“Thank you, sir!” he smiled, but when his teacher didn’t smile back, he fixed his face and walked to his next period.

“I’m Mr. Banner, and there are three things you need to remember if you want to succeed in biochemistry. One: If you’re unsure but proceed without asking for clarification first, I will be angry. Two: If you show up to the lab without completing the prior work assigned, I will be angry. Three: If you do not share work between your lab partners equally, I will be angry. Don’t make me angry.”

“Wanna be lab partners?” Shuri asked.

“Sure,” Peter squeaked and cleared his throat.

“You’re not going to break a test tube on me, are you?”

He shook his head quickly.

“You’re a lot of work, Peter Parker, but it’s kind of adorable.”

“Um… thanks?”

“You’re welcome. Now hand me that pipette and fire up the spectrophotometer.”

The last period before lunch was P.E.

“I’m Coach Barton, that’s all you need to know. Let’s do a few warm up laps around the circuit.”

Peter ran hard and was close to fainting as he crossed the line in the middle of the pack.

“Woah, kid, you need to go to the nurse’s?” Coach singled him out.

He tried to say ‘no’ but no sound would come out, so he just shook his head, gasping. He could hear the other boys snickering beyond the pounding of his blood in his brain.

“I think you need to go to the nurse’s,” Coach beckoned to the boy who’d crossed the line first, “Flash, take him to the clinic, would ya?”

“Yes, sir,” the bully from his homeroom smirked at him.

As soon as they were out of the gym, he jostled and picked at the smaller boy only to exhibit the epitome of sympathy in front of Nurse Man-Ti.

“Here, drink some electrolytes,” she told him and he finished the small bottle in under a minute.

As soon as Flash was gone, Peter let himself just cry. He wished his aunt would just homeschool him, but it’s been hard since his uncle died and in the face of that, Peter felt bad for feeling bad about his little problems and that made him cry some more.

“Hey,” the nurse sat beside him quietly, “Peter, right?”

He nodded, “I’m sorry.”

“What for? Better out than in, that’s what I always say.”

Peter sniffed.

“Do you want to talk about it? Or make an appointment with Counsellor Barnes?”

“No, no, I’m fine. I just needed, uh… electrolytes,” he leaves quickly after that.

Peter goes to his locker for his bag and clothes, red eyes trained on the floor so that hopefully nobody notices. He doesn’t notice Shuri arguing with Flash, gesturing forcefully back at his locker. Flash sees him put in his combination and open the door, a cheshire grin spreading across his face.

“Peter!” Shuri tries to warn him, “Don’t -”

But it’s too late and he’s covered in silly string, a few old socks found decomposing in the gym lockers, and the contents of a bathroom trash can.

“I’m gonna go change,” he whispers to no one in particular.

“I’ll save you a place at lunch?” Shuri called after him.

Peter stops in his tracks to shoot her a grateful smile, “Thank you.”

Mr. Thor Odinson was a very loud history teacher, but it worked well for keeping Peter’s attention throughout the class, so he was able to answer all the review questions.

“Teacher’s pet,” Flash scoffed at the sound of the bell.

“Dumbass,” Shuri fake-coughed and pulled Peter to the auditorium.

“I’m Mr. Loki Odinson, you may call me Mr. Loki to distinguish between myself and my hard-of-hearing brother, Thor,” said their quieter drama teacher, “Thompson, if you kick Parker’s chair one more time, I will send you to Fury’s office with no note, no explanation. And he has a very specific way of dealing with those cases.”

Flash stopped and sat straighter.

“Good, Parker, you seem suitably nervous. Come up here and help me demonstrate a quick improvisation exercise.”

Peter tripped on his way down the aisle to the stage, but kept going.

“Now, you’re a superhero and I’m a supervillain. You’re trying to turn me over to the good side, but we can only converse alphabetically. So you must start with the letter ‘A’, I must start with the letter ‘B’ and so forth. Are you ready?”

“No.”

“Ah, ah, first rule of improv: the answer is always, ‘Yes, and…’ Let’s go, Parker. You’re brave. You’re bold. You’re a hero.”

“Alright, Mr. Villain, you have two choices,” Peter surprised himself at how his voice carried. It must be the way the auditorium was built, “perish, or join our fight.”

“Blech, I choose to perish,” Mr. Loki dropped to his knees, “C’mon Hero, end me if you have the guts at all.”

“Come on, you know you never wanted to watch the city burn to begin with. The hive possessed you, used you. Now, you have the chance to redeem yourself.”

“Don’t presume to know me because you can’t possibly. You don’t know what I’ve been through. What I’ve lost!”

“Everything,” Peter said quietly, “Everyone you ever cared for. I do know… because so have I. We’re not so different.”

“Fighting the hive is a losing proposition. You have nothing that could work against them!”

“Gas. Even a million eyes are no good in a fog.”

“Huh… I never thought of that. I’ll join your fight, Hero if you’ll let me,” Mr. Loki proffered his “bound” wrists.

“I knew there was some good left in you, Mr. Villain,” Peter “unlocked” the “restraints.”

Mr. Loki mimed holding a knife to Peter’s neck, “Just not that much, I’m afraid. Hive Mother! I’ve got him! I’ve got the hero! Now release my family from the void as you promised!”

Peter wracked his brain from the next letter. The plot twist didn’t help him think either. “... Krap with a ‘k’?”

Mr. Loki broke character and laughed before clapping and shaking his student’s hand, “That was the most interesting improv demonstration I’ve had in awhile, Parker. You’re a natural. Now everyone pair off and try to top that performance if you can!”

English with Mr. Rogers was the last period of the day. He didn’t look up from his book until everyone was seated, silent, and had their eyes up front. It took a crazy long time and a good deal of organization and yelling on Shuri’s part.

“Sorry, guys, I was reading a book about anti-gravity. It's impossible to put down!” he joked.

Peter was the only one who laughed.

After giving a bit of a lecture on respect for their instructors, valuing their education, and how much they were going to love English this year, he let them go early.

“Okay, I’m calling you three Alvin, Simon, and Theodore from now on,” Mr. Stark addressed his small Mathlete gathering, “Our new mascot is a chipmunk, I don’t care that all our other teams are Rocket Raccoons.”

“Which one of us is Alvin?” Shuri asked.

“Since you asked, you are. Fancy-Pen is Simon and Proton is Theodore. Now, we have a competition to prepare for in… ages from now, so… drill, I guess? I don’t know. Who wants to do Euclidean algorithms?”

Three hands went up.

“Nice,” he brought out his expensive Japanese chalk, a gift from his wife, the well-known Fortune 500 CEO, Pepper Potts.

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magicallygrimmwiccan · 5 years

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Fear Is Dark (But My Love Is A Lantern)

Summary: In Which Roman Finally Confesses His Issues, There is More Crying, And We Have Some Plot Development (Finally)

Notes: Is this short? Yes. It's because I'm busy but I don't want to leave you hanging, and honestly, this chapter's mostly just setting up the second part of this story. Enjoy, guys!

Chapter Five- Clinging Desperately To Winter Trees

“Roman! Give that back!” Thomas sighed and stood up, walking downstairs to see what his children had gotten up to this time. When he entered, he entered to complete and utter chaos. Patton was trying to soothe a sobbing Virgil, who was curled up in his hoodie sobbing like his parents had just died in front of him. Roman was holding a plushie cat over his head, grinning at an extremely pissed off Logan, who was glaring at him in anger. Logan was shaking and appeared to be on the verge of tears, yet Roman wore a smug grin and continued to hold the cat out of Logan’s reach.

“Why? Virgil never said I couldn’t touch it,” Roman replied, smirking as if he had just found a loophole in Logan’s argument. Logan’s cheeks puffed out and he glared even harder, if that was possible.

“He was trying to, you just never gave him the chance!” Logan yelled back, his lisp worse than usual but his stutter not apparent. That seemed to land a bit and Roman lowered his arm a fraction, glancing over at Virgil.

“He’s breaking down over a toy,” Roman answered. That was the instant Thomas decided that he needed to step in unless he wanted to see a bloodbath between his Sides.

“Okay, let’s all settle down. Roman, give it back. Logan, stop yelling at him. Patton, keep doing what you’re doing. Virgil, it’ll be okay, I promise,” Thomas soothed, stepping between Logan and Roman. Logan instantly backed down, eyes widening a bit in horror as the full situation registered, but Roman remained stubborn, clutching the cat a bit tighter.

“Why do I have to do anything? He has other things to squeeze,” he pouted. Logan gritted his teeth, and Thomas placed a gentle hand on his shoulder to both steady and restrain him.

“Roman. It doesn’t matter if you don’t understand it, Virgil needs the cat. Please give it to him,” Thomas murmured, holding out his hand. Roman kept pouting but ultimately handed it over. Thomas beamed and quickly gave it to Logan, who practically dashed over to Virgil and handed him back the cat. Virgil snatched it from Logan and squeezed, murmuring a soft thanks before falling silent again.

Thomas sighed, torn between what to do. This sort of situation had been happening more often, and it was beginning to scare him. Roman was getting more and more aggressive, more and more uncaring of others’ feelings, and Virgil and Logan had become his favourite targets. On the other hand, Virgil and Logan both seemed to be confused on why Roman was acting this way, something that pained Thomas more than he could say. He cared about all of them equally, and he didn’t want to see any of them in any sort of pain. He had to solve this situation, now.

“Roman, could you, me, and Patton all talk? Privately?” Thomas asked. Roman blinked in confusion but nodded. Thomas nodded back before pulling out his phone, shooting off a quick text to Joan asking if they would take Logan and Virgil for a couple of hours. The response was immediate, a Sure dude I’ll be there in 15 minutes, and Thomas pocketed his phone, sighing in relief. He didn’t want Logan and Virgil around for this argument.

Joan swung by to grab Logan and Virgil, promising that they’d just have a fun day out in a bookstore and at the movies, and once they left, Thomas settled onto the couch opposite Roman and Patton. “So. Roman, we need to have a chat about your behaviour recently.”

Roman bit his lip. “I’m… I’m sorry…”

“Hey, Roman. Kiddo, it’s okay,” Patton soothed, pulling Roman into a hug. “You’ve made some mistakes, but we can fix this, okay?” Roman nodded shakily, and Thomas smiled gratefully at Patton before turning back to Roman.

“Alright. First off: why are you so mean to Virgil and Logan?” Roman fiddled with his hands a bit before opening his mouth and answering, voice wavering a bit.

“I… I don’t mean to. I get angry because you and Patton care more about them than about me and that hurts for some reason, and then I just want to hurt them, and… yeah.” Thomas blinks, taken aback. He didn’t care more for Logan or Virgil than Roman… did he?

“Ro… they’re literally children right now. They’re going to need more attention,” Patton explained, eyes shining in sad understanding. Roman nodded back, and Thomas’s eyes widened. Oh, oh shit. He had been giving Logan and Virgil more attention than Roman. He’d thought that Roman could handle himself, but… maybe he’d been wrong?

“I know! I know that! I just… feel bad.” Patton pulled him into a hug, and Thomas settled back, mind furiously working as he tried to come up with a solution. He couldn’t just stop paying attention to Logan and Virgil. If Virgil wasn’t having a moment of intense anxiety, something no six year old should ever have to deal with, then Logan was having a meltdown from overstimulation or a moment where he needed something but couldn’t get it. There was no winning in this situation that Thomas could see… unless…

“Roman? I might have a solution. How do you feel about public school?”

“Absolutely not,” Logan insisted the second Thomas brought the suggestion up to him. “I will not be attending school with literal children.”

“Logan. They’re your age. Just… try? Please?” Logan shook his head, crossed his arms, and glared at Thomas.

“They are not my age. Physically, perhaps, but mentally, no. I have seen how intelligent children are treated by their peers, and I do not wish to undergo that treatment. I also refuse to dumb myself down for these children, Thomas. Another reason is Virgil. He will be alone, and I refuse to leave him alone. Unless you are to lie about both his and my ages, we shall be seperated, and I cannot allow that to happen to him. Patton and Roman will be fine, as they are extroverts and in fact miss your high school years, but I do not support this plan, and neither will Virgil once he hears what it is.”

Thomas pinched the bridge of his nose and took a moment to think. Virgil was physically six while Logan was physically nine. Logan could possibly pass as seven or eight based on how small he was, but Virgil absolutely could not pass for a nine year old. But… he could pass as seven. Perhaps…

“Okay, Logan. I’m registering all four of you for school, and that’s the end of that. I understand your concerns, but I was going to talk to the teachers about you and Virgil anyway, so this will just give me more things to talk about. I can register both you and Virgil for first grade-”

“No. No that will be even worse,” Logan interrupted, eyes shining with fear. Thomas sighed. Patton and Roman had seemed excited, but if this was going to be Logan’s reaction… he couldn’t even begin to imagine Virgil’s.

“Okay. Okay okay okay. Patton and Roman really want to go, so I’m not crushing their dreams like that, okay?” Logan nodded, and Thomas relaxed a bit at that.

“I believe it would be beneficial for the two of them, but not for Virgil and myself, if that makes any sense,” Logan softly added, squeezing his arms tighter around himself. Thomas crouched down to look Logan in the eyes and smiled.

“Okay. Let’s talk to Virgil, and if he agrees with you, you two don’t have to go to school. I don’t think any of you need an education, I just want you guys to have a chance to experience childhood for real, if you want it.” Thomas gently reached out to lightly ruffle Logan’s hair, ignoring the indignant squawks that came from Logan.

“Talk to Virgil about what?” Thomas and Logan both froze and slowly turned around to find the darkly-clad anxious Side staring at them in confusion.

“Um… would you want to go to public school?” Thomas asked, figuring it was just better to get this conversation over with, for everyone’s sakes. Virgil froze, paling, violet eyes widening in clear panic. “Okay, no, Virgil, it’s okay, school isn’t required, just calm down.”

“Do… do you need us to go to school?” Virgil whispered.

“No. No I don’t. I don’t need you to go and I don’t want you to go if you don’t want to go, alright?” Thomas released Logan and walked over to Virgil, pulling him into a tight, desperately needed hug. Virgil hugged back, and Thomas felt a warm, wet sensation puddle on his shoulder. “Oh, Virgil, there there, it’ll be okay, I’m sorry I scared you and upset you… Logan, get in here, buddy, you need it too.” Logan hesitantly joined the hug, and Thomas squeezed both kids tighter. “It’s okay, guys. Everything will be fine.”

#sanders sides #logan sanders #thomas sanders #patton sanders #roman sanders #virgil sanders #angst #fluff #family #hurt/comfort #crying #permenantly manifested kid fic

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sportanime-maniac · 6 years

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Midorima, Aakashi, Tsukki and Akashi soulmates have character like Zachary Smith (yOU hAVe tO WATch his "If i was in mean girls" "Target with Zach" and "If I was in "It") she's very loud, shameless, savage and annoying [she can make anybody laugh] but at the same time she's v nice to people she care about but at the same time she will roast them? Sorry if this is kinda weird and also sorry English is not my 1 language. I send you hugs tho

THANK YOU FOR THE HUGS. IM GIVING YOU SOME TOOO 💙💙 Also your English is AWESOME shush 😁😁 I hope you like what I’ve written and sorry if they’re short💙❤💙

Midorima - KnB

The green haired male was practicing his shooting as he always does, in the gym. As he shot a ball from the halfway line, he heard a familiar voice saying,“AW HELL NAW BITCH! IM GOING IN THAT GYM AND THERE IS NOTHING YOUR ASS CAN DO ABOUT IT!” He sighed and reassured himself that his lucky item was round his neck. Today since it was the month of Pisces, it was an amethyst necklace. The door slammed open and a female walked in, a bright smile on her face.“Midorima, you left your book in class and that teacher, oh girl she had the nerve to send here!!” she greeted. He gasped silently. Thise were the words on his wrist. They were soulmates.“Um, thank you, ___,” he replied. Her eyes turned into saucers and they met in the middle.“Yo ass had better not be thinking what I think it’s thinking,” she told him.“What trouble did you get into this time ___?” he asked, a little irritated. The two were in the same class, but they had never spoken to each other before today. She raised an eyebrow.“What’s climbed up your ass?” she asked. At this point the whole basketball team was listening.“Nothing has ‘climbed up my ass’ as you so said. You were screaming your head off like a camp man out there, and I can’t exactly have my soulmate getting into double all the time can I?” he told her. She laughed.“That was some other first year. They were spying on all of you, from a different school, so I scared them off,” she told him, showing that she really did mean well.“Tch, you didn’t have to do it so extravangently!” he chastised her.“GIRL I JIST SAVED YOUR TEAMS ASS AND YOU GO AND SASS ME LIKE THAT? MHMM, YEAH? IM TALKING TO YOU MIDORIMA!” she started the talk….you know that camp sounding sass voice. The team was in fits, surprised someone spoke to Midorima like that. The Generation of Miracles shooter couldn’t help but crack a small smile. This was the reason he liked her, even before they were soulmate. She was the only one who could actually make him smile. Every other smile was of his own volition.“Yeah yeah, ___, go and do something else. Thanks for scaring off the spy, but your face could scare even the most seasoned of horror gamers,” he said. The female acted like she had been shot through the heart, stumbling backwards, before falling onto the gym floor.“How could you? My heart just broke!” she said with an eccentric flare. The team just ignored her and but couldn’t stop grinning.'Looks like I did my job,’ she thought to herself, smiling and going to sit on the benches to watch her new found soulmate.

Akashi - KnB

___ was skipping through school, along to her locker. She had been off school for a while since she was visiting family in Canada.“Excuse me! ___-san! No skipping!” a voice said. Her first reaction was to reply.“NO YOU EXCUSE ME GIRL! HOW DARE YO- wait what did you just say?” she asked, realising he had spoken the words that she had bandaged up on her arm to cover them. The male that she didnt recognise immediately approached her.“Did I hear you right?” he asked….or more like demanded. She nodded, sort of still in shock. He looked at her arm, and frowned.“Why do you have them covered?” he asked. She raised an eyebrow.“Ever heard the rumour that if your soulmate goes through something traumatic, or dies, their words begin to cry?” she asked him. His mouth opened and she allowed him to take off the wrapping. Sure enough, the words looked like tears had been dropped on them and had started to bleed and blur.“Yeah, so I’m only gonna say this once. I care about you, but around people, I’m eccentric. Don’t come seeking help if I’m in a crowd because I’m insecure as neck, And that’s my only coping mechanism,” she told him, before taking the wrap back, and walking off.The two had got together and sorted through Akashi’s personality problems but ___ wouldn’t seem to let Akaashi change her eccentricity. But he wouldn’t change it for the world. It was one of the brightest things in his life at the time. Currently they were before a game, and ___ was talking to the team.“Hey, ___!” a voice called. She turned.“BOI DONT CHU COME IN HERE AND TALK TO ME LIKE YOU KNOW ME. I’M HERE AS A MANAGER, NOT A PRETTY FACE!” she said, clicking her fingers.“But ___-”“Nope. Don’t even think about it girl. You don’t think I could be a pretty face? Huh? WELL BOOM BITCH, I AM! DEAL WITH IT!” she yelled, in the most camp voice. It made Akashi smile to see her fitting in so well, although she was still awkward and sometimes her eyes held a little darkness, she was genuinely caring for everyone, all the time.

Akaashi

The second year setter packed up his bags and walked up to Bokuto’s classroom. When he walked in, he saw Bokuto having a conversation….with a female. He blinked in surprised before starting to walk over.“But ___-channn, you should be our manager!” Bokutos whined.“Oh yeah? MHMM? That’s real funny Bo, but I’m part of the going home club for a reason….I WANNA GO HOME GURL!” the female replied. Akaashi was intrigued. She had an untouchable aura about her.“Bokuto-san, you’re going to be late to practice,” Akaashi told the third year.“Oh! Akaashi! This is ___-chan. ___-chan this is Akaashi,” Bokutos introduced them.“Its good to meet you. You seem interesting. Sorry to interrupt,” he apologised. Her eyes narrowed ever so slightly.“Its fine Akaashi. I’ll see you round?” she asked, and his eyes widened. He turned to Bokuto.“I’ll be down to practice in a bit. I need to go to the nurse. See you soon,” he told him and the owl ace went flying off.“So, damn you’re my soulmate? I got hella lucky. Hit the jackpot,” she smirked. He chuckled.“You’re too kind ___,” he said. She raised an eyebrow.“Don’t expect it to last,” she chuckled, handing him a piece of paper with her phone number on it before walking out.Sure enough, they were on a date to the arcade and she started arguing with the machine.“OH YOUD BETTER NOT FALL! NU UH. IF YOU EVEN O H H E L L N A W!!!” she basically screeched. Akaashi smiled a bit at her attitude. He didn’t think he’d like her eccentric behaviour, but she doesn’t do it all the time. Only when she’s happy and in front of people to cheer up. He leart to love her how she was, and she loved him just as much, being able to read him and cheer him up every time.

Tsukishima

He was sat in class alone listening to music, since he was the first in the classroom in the morning, when another student walked in. He kept his eyes closed and ignored them of course. When he felt a tap on his shoulder, he glared at the person and took his headphones off.“Did you just glare at me? I think you did. Well, it that case you don’t need your exam table do you?” she asked. He didn’t react, even though those were the same words written on the forearm of his left arm.“Whatever. That’d just be an asshole move,” he replied. A large smirk made it’s way onto her face and he couldn’t help but mirror her.“Oh yeah? Well who was the one that saaame some first hm? Oh wait it was your sorry ass. Now if yo want this timetable, youd better come and see my ass after school,” she said to him, passing him, being rude to him, flirting with him, and odering him about, but the usual cold Tsukishima chuckled.“Alright, you got yourself a deal, soulmate. I’ll see you on the roof after school,” he told her, and she smirked at him.The two of them got closer and closer until it was difficult to distinguish between their personalities. Tsukishima gained a little (lot) of sass, while ___ became more teasing and closed off.

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“I Hate That I Love You” (E.D.) Part 12

I stayed in my dorm the rest of the weekend completely alone. After that night I didn’t want to see anybody. I was afraid if I went outside I would run into Ethan and I can’t to see him. Anytime I think about him I tear up. I have never cried like this over anybody before. It’s different for me and I hate it. The awful part is he never leaves my mind. No matter what he is always there. I think about his eyes and how powerful they are, how perfect smile is, his contagious laughter, his dimples when he smiles, even the anger that I see pass through his eyes. Just everything about him I think about.

I get a few texts from him but he soon realizes that I’m not going to text back. I get notes from the unknown stranger but I still haven’t written anything back. The last one I got left me very confused.

Please wear this Friday so I will know who you are. I plan on revealing who I am to you. I can’t keep it a secret any longer. Seeing you hurt and cry pains me so much. I’m hoping when you know who I am things will change for the better. Xx

With this note I received a black masquerade mask with lace all around it with red jewels in each stitch. It was the kind that I wouldn’t have to hold. It was beautiful but I honestly don’t know why I need it. Why did I need a mask? Well that very question was answered for me Monday at school.

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When I walked into school I saw a huge banner announcing that on Friday since there is no hockey game and it’s almost winter break there will be a masquerade dance where everyone is required to wear a mask. Now I understand the note perfectly. My heart beats a bit faster at the thought of meeting this unknown person after weeks of sending notes back and forth. I am excited but so, so nervous.

I feel like this person really does care for me and wants to make me happy. I want to meet them. I guess after school I will go find a dress but it hits me that I have no way to get to a store. I don’t have a car and I definitely don’t have any friend to take me. I sigh and decide to figure it out later. Now I have to get to class which I’m dreading since Ethan has the same class.

Everyone has kind of left me alone but everyone still refuses to talk to me. A few people still won’t even look at me but sadly I’m used to it now. I just walk down the hallway to my class with my head hanging down looking at the floor. I take my seat and wait for class to start. Ethan still isn’t here which is good but like always nothing ever goes my way. Right before the bell rings he rushes in and walks back to take his seat behind me. When he walks by me I can feel his eyes on me so being stupid I look up to meet his and we just stare at each other.

“Mr. Dolan please take your seat.” Our teacher says breaking both of us from staring. Ethan quickly takes his seat as the lesson begins.

“Okay class we will be doing a project and you will be in groups for this project that I will pick for you.” Mrs. Smith announces. I groan to myself because I know that whoever I get paired up with will not be good. “Ethan, you and (Y/N) will work together.” My eyes widen and my mouth drops. This cannot be happening to me. Everyone in the class turns around and laughs because of the irony of this. Mrs. Smith goes on telling who each person will be paired with but I just sit there shocked. It’s like the universe likes to watch me suffer.

“(Y/N).” I hear Ethan’s voice in my ear. I turn around and look straight into his eyes. I didn’t realize that we were this close until I turn around. Our foreheads are almost touching and I can feel his hot breath against my face.

“What?” I ask.

“We are partners.” He says.

“Oh are we really?” I ask sarcastically.

“Okay so this project isn’t very complicated all you have to do is write an essay about the different kind of mixtures…” Mrs. Smith goes on about the project but I block her voice out. Ethan didn’t say anything about my answer to him so I turned around and tried ignoring the fact that he kept trying to get my attention. He keeps poking my back and poking me with his pencil. While trying to ignore him I quickly write a note back for my unknown stranger. I overlook him until the bell rings then I’m up and out of there as quickly as I can.

I rush down the hall dodging people trying to distance myself from Ethan. Just as I round the corner I run straight into somebody. They fall to the ground and I fall on top of them. Our books and papers go flying everywhere.

“Oh god Tyler I’m sorry.” I say and climb off of the hazel-eyed boy.

“It’s fine. Why were you in such a rush?” He asks while helping me off of the ground.

“Um no reason really.” I mumble while picking up my books.

“(Y/N), stop running from me please.” I hear Ethan say from a little but away.

“Bye Tyler.” I say hastily and start walking away. I run off as quickly as I can to my next class luckily Ethan left me alone and didn’t follow me. When I sit down in my seat for my next class I look around in my back for my note but it’s not there. I must have dropped it when I ran into Tyler. Great. All I can hope for is that this stranger happens to find it before someone else does.

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The day goes by normally without Ethan trying to find me. I still don’t know how I’m going to get to a store to buy a dress but I will figure something out.

“Hey (Y/N) wait up!” I hear someone call for me as I’m walking back to my dorm. I turn around to see Tyler running after me.

“Where are you going?” He asks falling into step with me.

“My dorm and then to find a way to a store.” I tell him.

“Do you not have a ride?” He asks.

“Nope.”

“Well I can drive you after practice.” He offers.

“I’m going dress shopping you won’t be bored will you?” I ask.

“No I actually need a new outfit for the dance too so I can just get it tonight.”

“Well yeah okay thanks Tyler.” I tell him with a smile.

“No problem I will just text you when to meet me at the parking lot yeah?” I nod and we part way, him going to practice and me going to my dorm. As I walk passed the tree I see a note. Luck was actually on my side this time and my stranger got the note. I grin and run to get it and go straight to me room to read it.

I’m happy that you decided to come to the dance. I must admit I’m nervous to reveal who I am to you but I think it’s time that I do. Now Friday at this party don’t try to find me, I will find you. I really look forward to seeing you beautiful. This will be the last note I write so for now this is goodbye but I will see you Friday. Until then bye (Y/N). Xx

I find myself smiling like an idiot at this note. I don’t know but something about this person makes me happy. I can’t wait to find out who this is. Friday cannot come any faster. I just wish it were here so I can find out who this lovely stranger is.

A few hours later Tyler texted me telling me that he was ready to go whenever I was so I grabbed my bag and went to meet him.

“Hello.” He greets me as I sit down in his car.

“Hi, again thank you for driving me.” I say taking a seat.

“It’s not a problem. I love spending time with you if I’m honest. You’re not like the other girls here. You don’t care what anybody thinks and I like that.” He says.

I feel a blush creeping on my face. “Well thank you I guess.” I say with a small laugh.

“So where to?” He asks. I give him the directions to the dress shop and we go. Tyler is so funny and nice. I like him but something is holding me back from liking him more than a friend. Like a brick wall is in front of me not allowing me to feel those types of feelings for him and every time I think of him like that Ethan’s face pops up in my mind stopping me. Even when Ethan is not around he still seems to stop me from moving on from him. How? Why did Ethan Dolan even have to come into my life?

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About an hour later I was still trying to find a dress that would match well with the mask. Nothing looks right. I’m starting to get aggravated that I can’t find anything. I have to look perfect for this dance. I don’t know why but I feel like I have to impress my stranger. I want him to really like me and I can’t even find a dress.

Just as I’m about to give up I see it, the perfect dress. It’s a red party dress. It’s sleeveless other than a part that goes across the shoulder which has red and black jewels on it, just like my mask. The bottom of the dress poofs out a bit but not too much. It’s absolutely perfect and will match my mask perfectly. I grin to myself and grab it. Just the right size. I look over to find Tyler putting his phone away and walking over to me.

“That’s going to look great on you.” He says with a smile. All I do is smile back up at him and go to check out. Tyler got his outfit a little while ago and has patiently been waiting on me. I really do owe him. He has been so nice to me lately, I really do appreciate him. It’s nice to have a least one friend. We leave the store and go back to the school.

“So what are the dances at this school like?” I ask.

“Wild. The teachers don’t really supervise it so we are all on our own. Someone usually spikes all of the drinks and everyone just goes crazy. It’s so much fun.” He says with a mischievous smirk.

“Sounds fun.”

“It is. I’m sure you will an amazing night.” He says with a wink. The way he says it sounds like it hold a double meaning but I don’t know why.

“Well let’s hope so.” I say with a smile.

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We get back to the school and both go to our dorms after we say bye and I tell him thank you again. When I get to my dorm I see that my door is open. Maybe it was just Ashlee coming back to get something that she may have left when she left the room. But who is there really does surprise me.

“Ethan?” I question when I walk inside my room. He head shoots up and he looks scared to death.

“I’m sorry but I wanted to talk to you and I knew that if I texted you wouldn’t have answered so I got Ashlee to give me her key.” He explains.

“I don’t want you to talk to me now please just leave my room.” I say trying not to look at him.

“We need to talk not only about everything else but about our project.”

“The project is simple. You write your part and bring it to me and I will write the rest of it. We don’t even have to work together.” I say opening my door for him to leave.

“(Y/N).” He starts but stops himself knowing it’s no use. “Okay then I guess I will go.” He says and gets up to leave. When he gets up he bumps into the table beside my bed making all of the notes from my stranger fall off. He bends down to pick them up and looks at them. I see a small smile threaten to show on his lips before I grab them from his hand.

“Leave.” I say pushing him towards the door. He nods and reluctantly leaves my dorm room. I sigh a relief and sit down on my bed. Did I imagine that small smile on his lips? Probably. Whenever he is around me my mind goes crazy. He makes me go crazy.

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The rest of the week goes by so slow. Every single day in Chemistry Mrs. Smith makes us work on our essay with our partner. I never speak a word to Ethan and he doesn’t talk to me. He does however send me little glances. I catch him every time. The look in his eyes when he looks at me is longing. He looks drained and sad and just miserable. We both are I guess.

School is almost over on Friday. Today is the day the tickets are being sold for the dance and I plan on buying myself one right before I leave to my dorm. When the final bell rings I go to my locker to put everything away. When I open my locker a note falls out along with a ticket.

I lied. This is my last note. I decided to go ahead and buy your ticket when I bought mine. Anyway I can’t wait to see you tonight and I hope you’re feeling the same. Remember don’t look for me I will come find you. See you tonight (Y/N). Xx

Well that was nice. This person really does care about me. I don’t know why though. I’m nothing special so why would this person care so much about me? I guess I will find out tonight.

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I get to my dorm and immediately start getting ready. I have trouble trying to figure out what to do with my hair. I have to look perfect for this person. I just have to. I decide to just do loose curls all in my hair and just leave it down. I do my normal makeup and just add a bit more eye shadow. I put on my dress and mask. I strap on my black heels and head to the dance. It took me hours to get ready because I didn’t want to look anything less than perfect. I had to impress this person.

When I enter the dance the music is so loud. The bass is making the ground vibrate underneath me. Everyone is already dancing and laughing. The majority of them already look drunk. Nobody seems to notice me which is great. At least here I won’t be tormented. My nerves start setting in that I will finally know who this stranger that I have been writing to is. I am so anxious to find out.

I decide to just go and have fun until my stranger decided to reveal himself. I walk out onto the dance floor and just start dancing like everyone else. I don’t look for my stranger just like he said not to. I assume he will just come find me when he wants to.

After ten minutes of dancing alone I feel someone walk up behind me. They place their hands on my hips and start dancing in rhythm with me. I try to turn around to see who it is but whoever it is won’t allow me to do so. We dance together for a long time before I feel this person place something in my hand and letting go of me.

Follow me

This is it. This is the moment I will see who my stranger is. I turn around and see a figure signaling for me to follow them. It’s too dark in here to tell who this person is. I follow him upstairs to another room where nobody else is. My heart is practically beating out of my chest. I’m really nervous to see who this is. The room is really dark and I can’t see anything. I hear this person shut the door and lock it before turning on a small lamp.

Before he even turns around I know who it is. My heart drops out of my chest and my eyes widen when I see the signature chocolate brown eyes.

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