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aaliyg · 1 year

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With You, It's Alright

Word Count: 3.6K (gets better n better each time)

Prompt: Rivals to Lovers

Warnings: ririxblack!fem!reader, hbcu!riri, hbcu!reader, rivals to friends to lovers, bottom!riri, top!reader, cursing, oral sex, clit rubbing, praise kink, first time, mirror sex, multiple orgasms, pet names, dirty talk

Dialogue Color Code: Riri, Reader

Very loosely based off of Waste My Time by Citizen Queen

I've been starving yall for a bit. I apologize.

You let your eyes warily glide over all of the people that were filtering into the classroom. The middle of the semester was approaching quickly, almost as if it had teleported its way into your schedule. For this database class in particular, that meant that all your future assignments would turn into never-ending group work, including the final project of the semester. To make things even worse, your professor was picking the groups, which meant that you would either be entirely screwed over or insanely lucky. You prayed to God that it would be the latter.

Eventually, your professor walked in and began her lecture. You tried your best to listen to what she was saying, but the daunting group work ahead was worrying you more than you'd like to admit. What if you got paired up with someone who didn't understand a thing about the class? Or someone who was overly confident about their input regarding your work? These thoughts clouded your mind for the entire class, which resulted in your notes looking quite empty. You sighed quietly as you packed up your belongings and made your way to the bulletin board that was surrounded by your classmates. You waited patiently for them to leave so that you could see who your partner was, taking note of the way some of them looked at you with annoyance, as if you didn't deserve who you got paired up with.

You rolled your eyes as you got closer to the board to look for your name. It didn't take you long to find it since the class was quite small, but when your eyes scanned over the name that was next to yours, "Riri Williams" was certainly not what you expected or wanted to be there. You held back your groan as you left the class, making a beeline towards the library to hopefully get some quiet time by yourself.

That quest got dashed on the rocks as soon as you sat down and started taking out your laptop to look at the PowerPoint that was taught today. You didn't even get to open the file before someone tapped on your shoulder. You looked at Riri in pure disdain, and it felt as if God himself was against you today, making you want to sprint to the nearest church to repent for your sins. She looked you up and down coldly, almost as if she was daring you to do something about the group arrangement that she wasn’t even aware of yet. After a beat of silence, she pulled up a chair, sat next to you, and began looking at the PowerPoint on your screen.

“I thought you didn’t need to study for this class since you ‘already knew everything’.”

The side eye you gave her was almost enough to make her stop fucking with you. Almost. She narrowed her eyes at you in thought as you made small annotations on the PowerPoint.

“That’s not how that operator works you know.”

You quickly slid over your laptop to her, pure annoyance printed painfully on your face.

“You do it, then. Since you know so fucking much.”

She blinked in mild shock at your response and gingerly placed the device on her lap. After a few minutes, she handed it back to you with her notes that were colored red, and she watched you smugly while you read what she had typed in. You sucked your teeth in frustration when you realized that her notes were correct, causing her to chuckle softly.

“Look at that. And I didn’t even come to today’s lecture.”

“I was wondering why the class was so quiet today.”

She deadpanned towards you as her phone sounded off. As she opened the email she received, you got a front-row seat to witness her face morphing from smugness, to concern, then to unfiltered dread when she realized that you two were paired up with each other. You smirked at her reaction and brought your attention back to your notes while Riri tried to grapple with the arrangement.

“If it makes you feel better, I didn’t want to be paired up with you either.”

“How in the hell would that make me feel better?”

You shrugged as you typed out the last bit of your notes and closed the file on your laptop. You looked back over at Riri, who seemed a lot calmer than before.

“If you don’t have anything else to do today, we could start brainstorming right now…”

"Yeah sure, why not."

You swiftly opened a google doc, shared it with Riri, and began to bounce ideas around. You'd hate to admit it, but working with her was…refreshing. There was no sense that you'd end up doing all of the work, and you could tell that that's how she felt about this session as well. Within two hours, you guys had slated up a description of your database, the names of your tables, and the information within those tables. It felt nice to be on the same playing field as someone else for once, even if the other person could be quite snarky about their intelligence at times.

All good things had to come to an end, though. You quickly realized that the sun was starting to set, and you still had assignments for other classes to take care of. Riri had come to the same realization as well as she looked at the time on her computer.

"Damn that's the time already? Yo, sorry to leave you hanging like this but I gotta go."

"Oh yeah no that's no problem. I'll see you around?"

"For sure."

She hurriedly made her way down the stairs as you began to pack up your belongings. You smiled softly to yourself as you walked to the dorms across campus. Maybe this group arrangement wasn't as bad as you thought it would be.

Two weeks later, you found yourself sitting on the floor of Riri’s dorm as you guys were struggling to get an assignment done for your class. The end goal was to pinpoint the limits of the example database given and try to come up with ways to go around those limits. This is what should have been said in the instructions, but your professor decided to throw away all the conventions of writing when making this assignment.

"These assignments wouldn’t be so hard if she could fucking write instructions properly. How the hell are you a college-level professor and can’t write properly?"

"Bold of you to assume she writes them herself. I’m bettin’ 20 bucks that she just copy n pasted em from quizlet or sum shit."

You groaned loudly as you reread the instructions for the seventh time, the words still looking as foreign as ever to you. Riri wasn’t doing any better. She had gone as far as to attempt to rewrite the instructions in a way that made sense, but nothing was clickling. At this point, you could tell that your collective irritation was getting the best of you two, so you decided to do something about it.

"You wanna take a break before this laptop gets thrown across the room?"

“It’s like you read my mind. Lemme order some food. What do you wanna eat?”

You blinked in mild surprise at her question, not exactly thinking food was an option when you came over here.

“We could get Chinese, Italian, Mexican-”“I’ll take Mexican. A burrito would be nice.”

She nodded as she placed the order and went to turn on some music in order to calm you guys down a bit more. After about thirty minutes, you guys sat quietly as you ate your takeout food. It was weird, but you found solace in the peaceful quiet of the space, causing you to zone out. Riri looked over at you, confusion written all over her face as you continued to stare into space.

“Aye, you good over there?”

Riri sighed softly and gently flung a shoe in your direction, which lightly hit your shoulder.

"Ah yes hit me with a shoe while I’m zoned out. Wonderful idea."

Riri shrugged at you, a smile playing on her lips.

“I’m not walkin over there. And the shoe was the softest thing near me soo.”

“...Fair enough.”

Riri looked at the clock on her nightstand, signaling that you two had spent an hour relaxing.

“You wanna get back to work now orr?”

You shuffled closer to her as you looked at the screen in front of you.

“Yeah let’s try to decipher these instructions again.”

It took you guys two more hours to get the work done, but you finally turned it in with thirty minutes to spare. You sighed in relief as you got the confirmation email of your submission, and slowly started to put your things away.

“Same time tomorrow? My dorm this time though.”

She nodded as she stood up to put her things back where they belonged.

“Definitely. Have a good night.”

“You too.”

Tomorrow couldn’t come any faster for you as you tried to fall asleep. Something about Riri had you hooked, and you’d hate to admit it, but you were genuinely starting to like her and her presence. Maybe because she was the first person who actually wanted to spend time working with you, instead of expecting you to do all the work by yourself. It didn’t help that she was a genuinely sweet person underneath all the attitude and ego that annoyed you when you first talked to her. Being around her made you feel warm inside, and you couldn’t wait to see her again the next day.

When your last class of the day had finished, you quickly strode over to the bookstore to buy some snacks for your dorm. You said a quick hello to the workers as you went to the back of the store where the snacks were. You quickly scooped up a couple of drinks, chips, and candies and walked to the cashier to check out your things. After purchasing your things, you strode over to your dorm and began to tidy up a bit. You felt a bit excited at the prospect of Riri coming over, as if you two hadn’t been doing so for the past two weeks now. You had just finished cleaning when a knock sounded at your door, and when you opened it, Riri slid right in underneath your arm.

“No hi, hello, how was your day?”

You slowly closed the door and watched as she took a seat on the chair next to your bed. You couldn’t quite put a finger on it, but something was off with her today.

“Sorry, I’m just not in the mood right now…”

You nodded sympathetically and sat on your bed with the gentle bass of your music playing in the background.

“Do you wanna talk about it?”

She nodded softly, and you sat back and let her talk.

“I’m thinking about stopping my side hustle. You know, with me doing people’s work for them and all that.”

You tried your best to keep a straight face when your irritation rose a bit at the mention of her ‘business’.

“Ok, why do you want to stop?”

“Because it feels like I’m being run ragged, and I don’t know how long I can keep up with this. It’s like everyone just decided to not do their work at all, so I’m doing my work plus like thirty other people’s work at the same time.”

You squinted at her in slight distaste as she complained. Though her issues were completely valid, you felt as if she had dug her own grave, and now she was being forced to lie in it.

“Listen I don’t mean to be rude or anything, but if you had just joined the tutoring section, you could’ve still made some decent money. Instead of, you know, stealing all the students away from us.”

“It’s not like I meant to-”

“Yeah, but you did. And we would’ve loved to have you too you know.”

You bit your lip guiltily as Riri practically deflated at your words. You sighed softly and knelt in front of her, doing your best to maintain eye contact with her. She looked at you warily, waiting for you to dig into her again as you thought of the next thing to say.

“What if… you started tutoring instead of doing work for other people?”

She chuckled dryly at your statement.

“I doubt they’d want me to tutor after like what? Two semesters of me practically stealing their clients?”

“Well I mean…If you started tutoring, then students would kinda have to come back to my group no? Since no one is doing any of their work anymore. I feel like it’s a win-win. You get to relax more since the load is divided evenly among us, and I can help people out more.”

“...Yeah I guess that can work.”

You smiled softly at her and rubbed her knee in comfort.

“I know the flow of cash will be a lot lower than what you’re used to, but you won’t be as stressed. Trust me.”

She looked at you gratefully, and you beamed up at her in pride.“Okay. I'll trust you.”

You nodded and got up off the ground with your smile still intact.

“You wanna get some work done, or do you wanna chill a bit?”

“Let’s get some work done. We haven’t breathed on that project since the day that we got paired up for it.”

You chuckled and nodded in agreement, and you two got right to work. It was another session full of banter and jokes and before you knew it, you guys had gotten to the midpoint of the project, which wasn’t due until next week.

“Look at us getting shit done. That’s one less thing we gotta worry about now.”

“Thank God honestly. I needed a break from that damn class.”

You laughed in agreement as you closed your laptop and got up to get some snacks.

“By the way, thanks for talking some sense into me earlier. I know we got off on the wrong foot at the start of the semester, but thanks for not treating me like shit this whole time.”

You tossed her a bag of Lays and a Sprite, humming in acknowledgement.

“It’s no problem at all. Honestly I was expecting you to go to the professor about switching partners or something… I’m glad you didn’t though.”

Riri smirked at you playfully as she ate her chips.

“I’d be lying if I said I didn’t think of that.”

“Woww ok I see how it is then.”

Three weeks later, you found yourself on Riri’s dorm floor once again as you listened to her rant about her workload from her classes.

“Now listen. I know taking five classes at the same time was a dumbass idea but SHIT man. It’s like every time I get one thing done, something else gotta pop up. I can’t fucking breathe with all this work my God.”

“Well… which classes are giving you the most trouble? Maybe I can help?”

“Easy. Chem and Physics.”

“Who the fuck takes Chem and Physics at the same time?”

“Me apparently.”

“Riri I love you, but you a real dumb bitch sometimes.”

“Aww you love me pookie? Thank youu.”

“Shut the fuck up and get your textbooks out. Lemme see what I’m working with.”

You guys only got an hour of work done when Riri eventually threw in the towel, tears of frustration welling up in her eyes. You frowned at her demeanor and quickly pushed away the work.

“Come here sweets.”

You gently pulled her into your lap and glided your nails across her scalp tenderly. Riri hummed in appreciation at your actions, the stress of the day already melting off of her in waves.

“This feels nice. Thank you…”

“No problem.”

You continued to rub at her upper body, taking note of the way she shifted around every time you touched her neck.

“Would you like me to stop Ri?”

“Please don’t… this feels really nice.”

You shook your head softly as you went back to her scalp. Riri sighed gently and snuggled into your lap even more, causing you to smile down at her tenderly.

"How about I destress you a bit more hun?"

"This wasn't destressing me enough? Shii lemme see what else you can do then."

You smirked at her as your eyes hooded over to look at her.

"Get up on the bed and lemme show you."

You could practically see the blood rush to her ears as she looked up at you with wide eyes.

"Unless you don't want to, which is perfectly fine."

She bit her lip in thought and looked back up at you.

"I- I want to…"

You rubbed her cheek gently and tilted your head in the direction of her bed.

"Go ahead then babygirl."

Riri slowly made her way to her bed and sat down at the edge of it, clearly nervous. You stood in front of her and gently cupped her chin in your palm to look her in the eyes.

"Would you like me to stop sweetheart?"

"No… I wanna do this. I just-"

She sighed softly as she played with the strings on her hoodie, and you raised your brow in realization.

"This is your first time isn't it?"

"When you put it like that it sounds normal."

"Because it is sweets."

You glided your thumbs against the apples of her cheeks, trying your best to reassure her before anything got too heated.

"Don't worry I'll treat you well okay? Do you trust me?"

She looked back up at you with a small smile tugging at her lips and took a deep breath to calm herself down.

"Yeah… I trust you."

"Good. Now, lay back and lemme take care of you ok?"

She quickly did as she was told, causing you to chuckle softly at how obedient she had become.

"You're such a pretty little thing you know that?"

She whined softly at your praises, shuddering gently as your rubbed her inner thighs. As much as you wanted to tease her, you were dying to get a taste of her. You quickly pulled her shorts and panties off of her and cooed at how wet she had become. She panted softly as you pushed her puffy lips apart and got the pleasure of seeing her arousal ooze out of her.

“I see that someone is excited…”

Riri moaned softly and parted her legs a bit more, silently begging you to do something to her pussy, and you were certainly not one to disappoint. Wasting no time, you put her legs on your shoulders and placed your tongue flat against her cunt. Her sharp inhale was cut off with a loud and needy whine as you began to point your tongue out and make small circles around her clit, prodding at the sensitive bundle of nerves like your life depended on it.

“Ohh fuck- fuck yes right there!”

You groaned softly as you feasted on her cunt, barely registering the amount of slick and spit that was sliding down your chin. Your eyes rolled back at how good she tasted. Nothing you could’ve imagined would make up for her taste, and you found yourself getting lost in her.

You peeked your eyes open as she arched her back off the bed and moaned loudly, and you giggled as she began to push your head away from her. You propped yourself on your elbows and smiled at her. She looked at you and huffed gently as she closed her legs, feeling a bit shy about the way she acted.

“So how was it hun?”

“I liked it a lot. Would you…be willing to do it again?”

“Aww baby. You wanna go for round two already?”

You chuckled as she looked down in pure embarrassment, doing her best to hide her face from you. You shuffled around the bed until you were sitting behind of her with her back laid against your chest.

“I want you to look in that mirror over there mkay?”

“O-Okay..”

“Good girl. Come on, open up for me.”

You hummed in satisfaction as her legs fell apart once again, and you began to slowly trail your hand towards her goods, giving her ample time to back out whenever she felt like it. When nothing of the sort came out of her mouth, you gently pressed your fingers against her clit. You felt her stiffen at the contact, and you rubbed her shoulder gently.

“I’m not putting anything inside of you tonight, don’t worry. Just gonna play with your clit ok?”

“Alright. You can go ahead..”

“Thank you babes. I want you to keep looking at that mirror ok?”

She nodded at your request, and her breath hitched softly when you began to rub small circles on her bud.

“Does this feel good princess?”

“Feels so fucking good. Oh my God..”

You gently placed your legs over hers to keep them spread as you continued your movements, whistling lowly as you two watched her pussy gush out slick like it was nothing.

“Shit, beautiful you needed this so bad didn’t you? Needed someone to make you cum like this hm?”

You smirked when her hand created a vice grip around your wrist as she was nearing her climax. You pressed against her clit even more, and sped up your movements slightly, causing her to throw her head back in ecstasy.

“Yes, yes, yes. Oh God- FUCK yess..”

“There we go baby. Come on, let that shit out.”

You kissed along her jawline as she came for the second time that night, chuckling lightly when she pressed her face into your neck from embarrassment.

“Better than you thought it would be?”

“So much better than what I thought it would be. Thank you.”

vulnerable bottom riri go brr

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strawwritesfic · 9 months

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Loki Laufeyson x Female!SHIELD Agent!Reader: Burdened with Glorious Sacrifices

Summary: Loki is burdened with many things, but luckily, you aren’t one those burdens.

Rating/Warnings: All (Post-Avengers (2012); canon divergence Post-Avengers (2012); not canon compliant; fangirls; fanboys; Helicarrier; SHEILD Agent!Reader; Lab assistant!Reader; fluff)

Requester: Anonymous

Tag List: @imaginesfire

Request: “Can I request one where random SHIELD agents flirt with Loki but he shows no interest in them cause he fell for a shy lab assistant instead? Everyone was surprised cause they expected him to go for someone stronger and more confident but Loki likes the idea of being the big protector and having some [sic] rely on his strength. He adores her shyness and tender heart and treats her like a princess."

Notes: A request long, long, long in the making. Goodness, I think it's been over two years since this anonymous person asked for this. It's not a terribly interesting interpretation of the request. They can't all be. But I feel that it meets the requirements, and I'm ready to move on to the rather more...colorful Loki request on my list—and put a dent in my expansive request list. If you're the person that asked me for this all those months ago, I hope you enjoy this!

Burdened with Glorious Sacrifices

At long, long, long last, you found yourself in the midst of a moment of perfect quiet. No Klaxons blaring, no unit head barking orders, no rock music pounding fit to shake the walls. Such moments were hard to come by on the S.H.I.E.L.D. Helicarrier. Coworkers and bosses alike expected a lot of even a lowly laboratory assistant such as yourself. Go here; pick up this; learn to shoot that. Things had only gotten worse since the start of the Avengers Initiative, too. So when you finally had your usual lab to yourself, was it any wonder that you jumped at the chance to spend some alone time with the Hulk blood sample that had been sitting inside the Stark Industries-powered fridge all week?

"So that's how that works," you murmured to the empty room.

You hardly dared to remove your eye from the microscope long enough to scrawl down a few lines of notes. Someone else might shatter your solitude at any minute, wresting the instrument from you or demanding an errand that would pull you away from the sample. The Avengers were all onboard that day, true—something that went a long way in explaining the vacancy of your typically bustling workstation—but if Director Fury got it in his head that something needed done right away, the presence of superheroes wouldn't prevent someone interrupting you to take care of whatever it was Fury demand. You wanted to take advantage of being without company for as long as possible.

"Agent [L Name]," said a woman behind you.

Only your several years of (generally useless) field training prevented you from shrieking at this sudden invasion of your quiet time. Unfortunately, said training did not prevent you from sucking in a breath and turning on the spot.

Maria Hill rolled her eyes at your behavior. Your cheeks grew hot as she uncrossed arms and made her way over to your lab table.

"Yes, Commander?" you asked weakly.

Her stern expression didn't shift. "You're needed on the bridge."

Well, that couldn't be good. Lab assistants, as a rule, didn't get called to the bridge. They especially did not get called to the bridge in person by S.H.I.E.L.D.'s second-in-command. You licked your lips at the thought of just why anyone up there might want to see you, then asked:

"You came up here to tell me that? Why didn't you just use the intercom?"

"I did."

Clearly, your play for time wasn't about to earn you any points with Maria. You gulped and went on in a rush, "I really can't come to the bridge right this very minute, Commander. I just got to work on this sample. Would it be all right if I came up when I'm finished? It shouldn't be more than an hour."

Oh, who were you kidding? You weren't going to get out of trouble that way. No one had told you to look at the blood to begin with. All you'd likely managed with that stunt would be making Maria extra angry for not asking her how high when she said jump.

To your very great surprise, however, she narrowed her eyes at you for a mere handful of seconds before she turned to leave.

"Fine," she said.

"Fine?"

"Fine." She paused at the door to throw a very characteristic look at you over her shoulder. "But I can't guarantee that he'll still be in one piece when you get there."

"He? Who's he?"

"Your boyfriend. It's his check-in day. Don't tell me you forgot."

Your heart squeezed painfully in your chest. In the midst of your excitement to find yourself alone at work for once, you had entirely forgotten about the one day a month you could easily (and legally) see Loki. That Maria herself had come searching for you to attend to something regarding him could only be bad news. Before she could make it to the lift down the hallway, you put all your equipment and the blood sample away at a speed that might have got you mistaken for an Enhanced. Then you hurried after her to step inside the elevator before the doors closed.

Maria said nothing. Her pursed lips told you everything. Even if you'd had the wits about you to ask what Loki had done this time, you probably wouldn't have. What if you didn't like the answer? Taking a cue from her lack of small talk, you stared at the vertical crack in front of you so hard that your eyes began to water.

The doors opened seconds later. Maria unwound her crossed arms long enough to motion for you to step outside ahead of her. You could already hear a commotion coming from closer to the control point in the center of the bridge. Several voices spoke over each other in what sounded like excited—not terrified—tones, but you couldn't quite hear what they were saying well enough to confirm everyone's mood. Fury wouldn't call you in to stop a fight (not when he could get the satisfaction of seeing Captain America smash Loki's nose in with his shield), but Maria? Maria just might get more satisfaction out of seeing one of your coworkers smash your nose in instead.

You left the lift with your pulse pounding, though you did keep your arms from shaking at least. It took quite a bit of effort on your part to keep your eyes wide open as the bridge came into view. Bright afternoon sky blazed through the many windows. No dark figure stood at the controls, however. Fury must have had better things to do than referee whatever was going on.

And soon you spotted exactly what that was. One of the computer stations had drawn a crowd. A good six or seven S.H.I.E.L.D. agents dressed in familiar navy uniforms stood talking eagerly over one another. Fury had recently blocked all copies of Galaga on the organization computers, and last you'd heard, Mr. Stark hadn't come up with a way around it yet. Nobody was clustered around Cameron to watch him beat his latest high score, then.

Then you saw who the crowd was talking to. Just why Maria had called you up on Loki's check-in day became clear at once. A tall, dark-haired man with hollow cheeks stood at the center of the cluster of agents. A thick collar wrapped around his neck, and gleaming gold shackles kept his wrists firmly pulled toward the desk in front of him. As usual, Loki managed to look completely unbothered by such instruments as he smiled sardonically at the people surrounding him.

"Poor thing," you heard a woman say as you drew closer. "It can't be comfortable standing like that for hours on end."

"You've been waiting there for a long time, man. Are you thirsty? I could bring you some tea," said a man.

"Forget that! I brought grapes in my lunch. I could feed them to you one by one," said a second woman.

"Now, now," Loki purred. "You may all bring your offerings to me."

An excited murmur rose from the group as Loki’s green eyes swept across it.

“You.” He gestured as best he could with his hands restrained as they were. "Run along and retrieve those grapes. My beloved brother did not allow me to partake in breakfast before he insisted we traverse the realms, and who knows when he'll be back to retrieve me for lunch?"

A short-statured woman broke away to trot off in the direction of the nearest break room. She wore a glowing expression, and she did not stop to speak with you as she passed. The rest of the waiting agents resumed their fussing at once.

"He really shouldn't leave you chained like this."

"What if the Helicarrier falls out of the sky and you can't get out?"

"We could lose engine power again at any minute!"

"Truly," Loki bowed his head. "But then, Thor never has thought much about my well-being. It all started when I was about seventy years old..."

At last, you thought you were close enough to be heard without raising your voice. "Loki?"

His mouth snapped shut mid-sentence. The onlookers leaned in eagerly, waiting to hear the rest of his tale. Loki, however, looked over in your direction the moment he'd gathered his thoughts.

"[Name]!" he said.

The obvious delight in his tone caught his audience's attention. Every single person's head snapped toward you in unison—and not a single expression appeared happy.

You gulped.

"Ladies, gentlemen, and nonbinary beings," Loki announced, "Agent [L Name]!"

All your coworkers continued to stare at you wordlessly. You could feel Maria doing the exact same thing behind you. Probably her idea of calling you up here had not involved giving Loki a better opportunity to show off. Thank God Fury seemed to be elsewhere that day. He would have already thrown the both of you into the newly repaired Hulk cell.

"Hi," you said uncomfortably.

"What are you doing here? I thought you'd be busy with work," said Loki.

Before you could answer, one of the men said, "yeah, [L Name]. What are you doing on the bridge? Don't you belong downstairs where you won't get in the way?"

If he could have seen Loki's expression growing colder and colder, that agent probably wouldn't have finished his sentence. As it was, the ice in Loki's genes was apparent as he said, "you will address her as Agent [L Name] until such a time as she requests you do otherwise."

The man looked as though he'd been slapped.

"So [Name]?" Loki turned the full force of his smile on you. "Why have you deigned to grace this vessel's bridge with your presence?"

"Commander Hill came and got me." You took a deep breath before plunging on: "She wanted me to come break this up. You're all causing a scene."

"A scene?" Now one of the women spoke up, indignant.

"We were all just talking until you barged in," said another.

"Why would Hill bother asking you to break up anything?" asked a man.

"What are you supposed to do to make us leave?"

"You're only a lab assistant."

"You can't even use your I.C.E.R. properly."

"Not to mention that all of us outrank you!"

Over and over and over they beat you with their words. You struggled to stand up straight under the full force of them. What could you say to defend yourself? They were right, each and every one of them. If only Loki hadn't been there to hear it. Maybe you didn't hang your head; maybe you didn't even flinch. But your lower lip trembled, and you knew that the moment Loki spotted that, he'd lose interest in you on the spot. Princes from other realms—even princes currently under galactic house arrest—didn't date girls so easily cowed by their peers.

“Silence!”

This voice belonged to Loki, and so people did, in fact, fall silent. Even the woman before, returning clutching a bag of red grapes, didn’t voice her obvious confusion. One by one, each of the agents present turned their attention back to him. But a smile no longer grace his narrow features. He stood at his tallest, head up to gaze down his nose at those surrounding him with undisguised scorn.

“I warn the lot of you to not insult the love of my considerably long life,” he said. “After all, your lives working for such a sloppily led organization will certainly be cut so short that none of you will be capable of so much as grasping what such a love entails. That [Name] has selected a more reasonable assignment does not make her lesser. In fact, I should think her career choice proves her vastly more intelligent that the standard-issue SHIELD agent that you all proclaim to be.”

You bit your lower lip, bracing yourself for another round of mockery.

One never came. Many grumbles did, as well as dark backward looks, but no one said a word as the group slowly dispersed. The woman with the grapes left without further comment herself.

Then you found yourself alone with Loki at last. When you finally gathered enough courage to face him, you found his frosty demeanor gone. In its place was a warm smile.

“Are you all right?” he asked gently.

What could you do in response to that besides hurry over to hug him?

“Thank you,” murmured into his neck.

“For what?”

“Saying all those nice things about me.”

“For once,” Loki said as you lifted your head to smile at him, “I only spoke the truth.”

Most people claimed Thor to be the most princely of the Asgardian brothers, but when Loki said things like that, you couldn’t imagine that was true. Loki’s charm struck you speechless. Thankfully, he didn’t seem to expect an answer from you on this occasion.

“Would you do me the honor of joining me for lunch?” he asked.

Your heart soared. “I’d love to.”

“Good. I’ll need feeding, seeing as you chased off my potential servant.”

Was he joking? With Loki, it was hard to tell. You decided to assume he was in this case. Chuckling, you stood on your toes to give him a swift kiss.

“I’ll be back in an hour,” you told him.

“I’ll be waiting, my princess. Unless, of course, Thor happens to remember where he left me before then.”

“Tell him to wait until we’re done with lunch. You need sustenance. I love you,” you added as you turned to leave.

“I love you as well.”

You shot him an enormous grin before you walked back to the lift. Several of the agents stationed nearby rapidly looked away from you and back at their screens as you passed. Maria remained exactly where you’d last seen her only long enough to roll her eyes. After that, she went to stand in Fury’s usual position on the bridge, and pretended as though she didn't see you hurrying back to your post.

Did you care? Not at all. Let them stare. Let them gossip. Though you were hardly the bravest, strongest, or smartest agent S.H.I.E.L.D. had to offer, Loki had chosen you. He could have chosen anyone, any of those vastly more talented people willing to sacrifice just about anything for him. But when your eyes found him one last time before the elevator doors closed, you saw him smiling at you from across the room.

A love like that was even harder to come across than the peace and quiet you’d been trying to enjoy earlier that day. Thankfully, Maria had interrupted all that. If it came down to a choice between standing in the center of attention or hiding in your lab, when it came to Loki, you’d pick standing in the center of attention every single time.Post Work

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butterflyinthewell · 1 year

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This plot bunny wouldn’t shut up, so here you go. This is a short “how Bowser Jr was born” fic.

CW: puking and an egg.

Nascent

In all his dabbling with magic, Bowser never expected an outcome like this. He wasn’t a MagiKoopa, but simple spells came easy.

Usually.

Turning his bathroom into an altar wasn’t the best place for performing this spell, but it granted the most privacy. Magic required the user’s concentration. He smeared two drops of his own blood on the parchment and read out the incantation as directed. The parchment lay across a slab of stone, surrounded by candles.

“Blood of my blood, life unto life, bring tomorrow here to me!”

The candles flared inward. Flames scorched the parchment into smoky ash. He swept it into a gold goblet of water and drank it, like the instructions described.

The ashy water went down gritty and bitter.

All it did was induce nausea. No grand visions of the future like the spell promised.

Bowser shook his head at his reflection in the bathroom mirror. Smoke escaped his nostrils.

“Hmph, this is better off done by a MagiKoopa.”

He blew out the candles, shoved them all against the wall so he wouldn’t knock into them in the morning and retired to bed.

At dawn, he awoke even sicker. His stomach lurched. He bolted into the bathroom to vomit over the toilet. Nothing but bile and water.

Maybe I misspoke the incantation, Bowser thought.

His stomach gave him grief all day. The only thing that didn’t come back up was thick, meaty soup, so he kept a thermos of the stuff on hand to gulp from every time he felt nauseated.

By afternoon, his urges to throw up transformed into the bubble guts that always meant a bad night awaited.

“I really screwed that spell up,” Bowser grumbled, rubbing his agitated midsection. “Note to self, don’t do it again.”

He endured the cramping through the most boring debriefing of his life. The red-shelled Koopa Troopa kneeling at his throne gave him a rundown on activity in the Mushroom Kingdom.

Bowser struggled to stay focused on the information.

“…my liege, are you ill?”

“Huh?”

The Koopa Troopa closed his plastic folder. “Forgive me for noticing, sire, you’re greener than usual.”

Bowser sipped from the thermos and clunked it noisily onto the arm of his throne. “It’s just an upset stomach. I’m fine. What’s Mario doing?”

“Uhh…” The Koopa Troopa opened the folder again and flipped pages. “On vacation with Princess Peach. They went to Rainbow Road.”

Rainbow Road was a terrible place to attempt a kidnapping. Good, it wouldn’t seem unusual if he didn’t act.

“Fine, leave ‘em all alone until they come back. Is that all?”

“Yes, your Spikeyness, that’s all.”

“Fine. Go take a day off. Tripper, is it?”

The Koopa Troopa smiled. “Tripper is my brother. I’m Flipper.”

Nodding, Bowser waved him off to go. “Take the day off. Both of you.”

He finished the last of the soup in the thermos and stared at his reflection in the red metal cylinder in his beefy hand.

Perhaps he did look a tad greener than normal. The cramping in his stomach kept getting worse and moved lower down.

Sucking down soup all day was a mistake.

Bowser locked himself in his room with a DO NOT DISTURB sign on the door. No need to be violently sick with an audience.

He was on and off the toilet passing the vilest liquids in every color imaginable until midnight, when sleep finally claimed him.

Horrible burning sensations launched Bowser out of a deep slumber. Predawn light illuminated his bedroom in muted shades of purple. He barely registered the time.

Sweat beaded on his face. The edges of his vision blurred. He staggered into the bathroom and gripped the spikes on either side of his toilet, unsure of which end he was about to be sick from.

Dry heaves forced a drastic decision. He pushed off the toilet and collapsed against the tiled wall in the shower. At least he could clean up whatever happened.

Bowser sank onto all fours on the hot shower floor to wait for his body to finish whatever indignity it needed to do. His stomach kept caving in. Nonstop retching blurred his eyes with tears. The cramping intensified, like something doing a flip inside his intestines. Now he knew exactly which end was about to be sick.

Shit, I need to get on the pot!

But he couldn’t walk without passing out, and he knew it. Desperate, he pulled the lever to turn on the shower at the same time his body bore down.

White hot agony tore through him. The violence of it wrenched his breath away. His fist tightened on the shower lever, bending the metal.

Something semi-solid came out. He couldn’t breathe to scream, let alone turn to look. All he could do was endure until the pain cooled away.

Panting, his awareness growing to perceive water gurgling down the drain, Bowser wiped his soaked hair back out of his face and sidestepped to survey the massive fecalith he dropped on his shower floor.

Except, it wasn’t shit.

It was an egg just large enough to fill both his hands. Steaming water from the shower washed the slime off its speckled grayish-white shell.

Definitely a Koopa egg.

“No way.” Bowser shoved the lever upright to shut off the shower spray and bent to pick the egg up. He handled it delicately, keeping his claws from denting the shell.

The egg was heavy in his wet hands and still warm from his body heat.

“No way.” Bowser took it to the sink and set it on one of the little mood lights under the mirror.

He turned the dial to light the bulb. The egg took a translucent yellow hue with a darker spot on its left-hand side.

Fertile. Alive.

“No way!” Bowser glanced down at himself, as if seeking evidence for the impossible feat his dripping wet body accomplished, but there was none. Just a puddle on the floor where water dribbled off his scales.

Koopa eggs were the most fragile for three hours after being laid, and they needed continuous warmth during that period to stay alive.

Bowser wrapped a towel around the egg and carried it with him into the bedroom. Placing it on the bed, still enmeshed in the giant towel, he shrugged his spiked shell off and used it to cover the egg. Like the thermos he carried all day, it would hold and radiate his leftover body heat onto the egg all night long.

The MediKoopas downstairs went bananas over the egg, especially when shining a light behind it revealed networks of blood vessels spreading out beneath its chalky shell.

Bowser endured the medical poking, prodding and questions while watching them arrange the egg in a tall, transparent incubator full of blankets. A bright lamp at the back made it simple to candle the egg.

Whatever organs allowed him to lay his egg were no longer present. A thorough scan revealed no trace of them.

“You cast magic on yourself?” Asked Doctor Roll, the green-shelled head of the MediKoopas.

She was petite, direct and sharp-witted, not prone to sniveling in fear like other MediKoopas. Her black eyes looked huge behind her thick green-rimmed glasses.

“I thought I messed it up.” Bowser shrugged, gesturing at the incubator. “I was sick all day, went to my room last night, was sick all night and did that this morning.” He exhaled smoke. “How long till it hatches?”

“One hundred days.” Roll said without missing a beat. “And you’re lucky that magic spell didn’t rearrange your insides.”

“Lesson learned,” muttered Bowser.

Roll turned away with a little huff from her nose. “All things considered, that’s a healthy egg. A little small, but seeing how it arrived here, that's for the best. Take it easy today. Your metabolism took a hit and being ill all night didn’t help. Your bloodwork is a mess! Luckily, it’s fixable.”

She swiped a bottle from a glass cabinet, came back and placed it in his hand. “Vitamins. Take them once a day until they’re gone. Eat extra red meat and drink a glass of milk at breakfast. Your bones and muscles will thank you.”

Everyone in the castle knew better than to argue with Roll about medication. Bowser smirked, he couldn’t help jerking her chain.

“I can take them all right now.”

She arched a brow. “Do you want your stomach pumped?”

He laughed, juggling the bottle in his hand.

That evening, he saw a heartbeat when he lit the egg, and it hit him that he was going to be a dad. He looked around to make sure nobody saw him and wiped tears out of his eyes.

Leaving the egg sitting in the medical ward didn’t feel right. Bowser took it everywhere with him that wasn’t dangerous. Meetings, patrols, even a parade— he concealed it in a cloth sack full of bubble wrap and blankets for that— and at night he put his shell over it to keep it extra warm.

By day fifty, the baby’s silhouette took up half the egg and looked unmistakably like a tiny Koopa suspended in gel. Even more incredible, it began reacting to Bowser’s voice.

He started reading children’s books to the egg. Sometimes he did it several times a day. Peter Piranha books were his childhood favorites, so he dug them up to entertain the little one.

“It’s gonna be awhile before you get out of there,” Bowser caressed the eggshell with his fingertips. “You’re such a little squirt, heh. Can’t believe I made you.”

Inside the shell, the baby kicked and wiggled, unaware of its nascent future.

“Egg tooth is present,” Roll said after closely examining the egg under a lamp. What used to be a small, dark blob now took up all the space inside the shell. “He’s right on schedule.”

The egg felt solid and heavy in Bowser’s giant hands. Heavy like a tiny Koopa with a shell, bones and muscles.

“He?” He eyed her. “How do you know that?”

Roll threw a glove in the trash. “I’m familiar with the spell you cast. What were you trying to accomplish with it?”

“Uh,” Bowser scratched the back of his head, “Clairvoyance.”

“No wonder you goofed, you must have read it too literally.” She scoffed, checking her clipboard. “Anyway, in cases like this, the baby is always the same gender as the parent. I thought you knew that.”

“I…did! I was testing you!” Bowser deflected his ignorance by asking his own question. “How much longer till he hatches?”

She side-eyed him suspiciously. He put on his best innocent face, which worked about as well as throwing glass at a Thwomp.

“We’re on day one hundred today, and there’s already an internal pip, so it can happen anytime.” Roll cleaned her glasses on a cloth and settled them on her face again. “If he has a yolk sac on his belly when he pops out, leave it alone. Bring him straight to me if it’s any color other than red or yellow. Got it?”

“Yeah, yeah, okay.”

Bowser waited for her to walk away. He kissed the thick eggshell and headed back to his room. Towels, blankets and a cradle were piled up next to his bed.

I’m ready for this.

The faintest crackling catapulted Bowser out of sleep. It was happening! Now!

He lifted his spiked shell off the egg and settled it on his back. There was a hairline crack along the middle of the speckled eggshell. Scraping sounds were unmistakable in the silence.

Bowser’s heart hammered in his ears. All at once everything seemed too real. He snatched his biggest towel and laid it around the bottom of the egg like Roll showed him.

“Come on, Junior.” That was the first time he uttered anything resembling a name.

The hairline crack around the middle widened. Something poked out. A tiny hand the same color as his own.

Awed, Bowser touched the little fingers. They grasped the tip of his claw, barely big enough to wrap all the way around.

A lump formed in his throat. His eyes stung, but he smiled.

“Hey. This is your daddy.” He wiggled his claw up and down, as if to shake hands with the son he still hadn’t met yet. “Come outta there, let’s see you.”

The miniature hand withdrew. New vertical cracks appeared. A faint grunt issued from within and the whole egg rocked. Now the other hand popped out, grasping and reaching.

Finally, with a decisive thump, the baby head-butted the inside of his egg. His face burst through in a spray of slimy eggshell, and Bowser was suddenly looking into a pair of beady little red eyes that mirrored his own.

Junior toppled onto the towel, panting from the effort. His wrinkled tail slapped against the slimy mess created by his birth. A yolk sack clung to his underbelly like a yellow water balloon.

Then he decided he didn’t like how much colder the outside world was, so he did what all babies do. He screamed his head off with all the rage of a confused newborn.

The moment Bowser saw his son, he knew he would lay his life down anytime, anywhere to ensure he had a future.

He scooped his miniature doppelgänger up in a fresh towel and pulled him close to his chest. Junior fit easily in one of his giant hands, but he used both to hold him.

“Whoa! You’re okay. I’ve got you.” His voice cracked.

He couldn’t believe it. He was a dad.

“Shhh, you’re okay.” Bowser lowered his voice to a whisper. “You’re— geez, you’re so small! But you’re okay. Eight fingers, six toes. Yup, you’re fine.” He wiped the egg slime off Junior’s nostrils and stroked the lock of reddish-orange hair sprouting off his head.

Junior’s wailing calmed to frustrated sniffing. He looked up at Bowser again, beady eyes blinking rapidly, and soaked his towel with pee.

Bowser laughed and cried, not caring that he got peed on.

He had a son!

Prince Bowser Koopa Jr.

A mouthful of a name, but Bowser had no regrets upon signing the official birth certificate with his flowing signature. A Hammer Brother posted it on the fence outside his castle.

Bowser took dozens of photos of his son’s first day. Photos of Junior curled up with a stone chewy pacifier and a crown on his tiny head, wailing while having his diaper changed and sound asleep in his arms.

The little guy had a penchant for drooling, so Bowser gave him a bandana to keep it from dripping on everything. It helped, sort of. He decided Junior needed tiny armbands like his own, too, but without the dangerous spikes.

“You look like a prince now,” Bowser said, kissing his sleepy son’s brow.

Junior yawned adorably, as if deceiving the universe of what a menace he would grow up to be.

Junior screamed the day Bowser appeared in his castle courtyard and held him aloft for the cheering Darklands citizens to see their new prince. He didn’t like crowds or noise. Newborn Koopas never did.

For payback, he blew out his diaper and spat up in Bowser’s mouth after a dinner of mashed Cheep-Cheep meat.

Bowser couldn’t stay mad. Babies were supposed to be gross.

“You were this cranky at that age,” Roll said upon giving Junior his first full medical exam.

“Wait, you were there for that?”

“I’m old enough to be your grandmother.” She huffed.

“Hah! You hardly look like it!” Bowser grinned.

“That’s the most flattering thing you’ve said.” Roll placed Junior in Bowser’s waiting hands and inclined her head. She didn’t quite smile, but her eyes were bright. “And this little guy is perfectly healthy. It’s safe to bathe him properly now. Don’t worry if the yolk scab falls off during his bath. It’s empty now.”

“Got it.” Bowser cradled Junior upright against his shoulder, one hand under his backside to support him without putting pressure on his delicate shell. Junior gnawed on his own thumb, his gums making little slurping noises.

“You know the egg was the easy part, right?” Roll remarked.

“Yeah. Now the work starts.”

At last, the old MediKoopa grinned, her glasses glinting. “Do you intend for him to be as awful as you?”

Laughing, Bowser kissed Junior’s cheek without thinking about it.

“No, Roll, I’ll make sure he’s worse.”

#bowser #bowser jr #fanfic #super mario bros #bowser became a dad #cute #fluff #gif #swearing

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If I'm remotely important to you, you'd call. Real friends when theyve fucked up even majorly don't want things to end or for the person to leave or walk away.... I guess you're one of those that just doesnt care at all. Who am I kidding? thats a scene in a movie. Its never real life. No one has ever wanted me to stay in their life. As with everything (friendships and shit before this) its always been one sided until i gained self respect and knew my worth and what i deserved. like with you. why would i even fucking expect any different? why would I ever expect you to have legit balls to confront and try and even save it or fix it at all? when the last time you ghosted me for six goddamn months then to finally pop in after making a tumblr to FINALLY come out and give an apology speech AFTER I called you out and knew it was you? You never thought of me as a friend. You only thought of me as an object and it shows with every action you made in regards to me. It’s fucking upsetting. It’s disgusting. It’s messed up. If i meant anything you'd be there. IF YOU WANTED TO YOU WOULD. if you wanted to treat me right you would have. If you wanted to take me on all these dates (that you claimed) you would have. If you cared about me you'd show it. If you liked me itd be obvious. If you liked me more than or as a friend itd be obvious. if you wanted me around you wouldve had me around. If the effort was there you wouldve made the effort LIKE I DID. literally everything applies to "IF YOU WANTED TO YOU WOULD HAVE." You never treated me right. You never treated me as a friend like I did you. Hell, I treated you as if you were family to me at some points at least I tried to. I genuinely meant well to you. I cared about you. And all you ever met me with was anger and misled, toyed with me and only hit me up when you were bored. I’m just some in the moment fling / entertainment for you. I never thought of you that way… ever :( It sucks. If you wanted to treat me like a friend you would have and you never fucking did. You claimed you had feelings for me but never treated me as if you had. You’re all lies. No action. You’re all bullshit. Your real colors show. And I saw it all along. You always met me with anger whenever I felt some type of way and I always apologized for my feelings / threw the table so to speak to keep the relationship we had going. I always watered myself down for the sake of “okay maybe he didn’t mean it that way” but all you did was manipulate me. I never want to be that way again. I never will water myself down for the sake of others. MY THOUGHTS AND FEELINGS ARE JUST AS IMPORTANT if not even more valid. after the anger you gave me you’d give me the “woe is me” “just leave then you deserve better” bullshit. And I’d always be the one apologizing…. No. FUCK THAT AND FUCK YOU for treating me that way. All because you didn’t wanna take accountability, you wanted to deflect always never wanted to feel like the bad guy…. YOU ARE THE BAD GUY. 😣😣😣😣 you’re just as bad if not worse than 95% of my friendships in life. That’s no fault of yours but at the same time you get what I mean, you’re smart you can put two and two together. but…. Jesus fucking Christ what is wrong with you? Seriously…

take accountability. be a man instead of a pussy. if I matter you'd make me feel like I mattered. But you never have. You never will. Because you would’ve tried contacting me by now. How ridiculous. How pointless. What a waste. How fake.

#iykyk #its a classic movie #you should watch it #i guess I'm just too much for you oh wait this is something any fucking human being requires wow maybe not.... who wouldve thought

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#jon bernthal #james dixon #day zero #*#.gif #I suck at coloring but these gifs are even worse than I expected #and in the app they're just ew #whatever #if I don't post them they'll drown in my drafts #and I like his face in the 2nd gif 😏#*edit:gif #*edit #mine

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addictofsupernatural · 3 years

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Blatant Truths

Summary : You are affected by a truth quirk, and some truths come out that makes you greatly embarrassed and causes your crush to go and comfort you.

Word Count : 7.4k

Even when they have their cute moments, sometimes kids suck. And what's worse is that they don't mean to suck.

You were volunteering at a children's school with their arts and crafts club on certain weekends in hopes of making your resume better for when you would be looking for a part time job once you barely start as a hero. So when a kid told you that he had a new quirk that he was super proud of, you obviously asked him to show it to you.

You were expecting some little manic trick-like ability with his quirk that you could applaud him for, but when he excitedly tapped you on the shoulder, he was bouncing up and on his heels. You stood up straight, confused. "I don't understand. Did I miss it?"

You grinned and crazily shook his head. "What do you think about me?!"

"You're adorable and deserve to be coddled because you're one of the best kids here and one of the fastest learners. You're a lot better than some others."

You gasped as he giggled. "Thank you TA! I think you're super cool by the way."

"That actually makes me very happy since I strive to be accepted by others but don't feel good enough for anyone's approval." You were beginning to panic. "What's going on?!"

"My quirk is truth!" He opened his arms out wide. "Isn't it cool?!"

"I would like to say yes but right now I'm affected by it which makes me not want to like it."

He giggled once again. "My daddy said the same thing. But don't worry, it lasts just...mm, how many days are in a week again?"

"Seven?!"

"Yeah, yeah! Seven days. My other daddy says that I'll be able to make it last however I want when I'm older." You had a look of constipation due to trying not to panic, and he noticed. "I don't think you have to worry about it though, you're really cool to everyone and I think you mean it when you say nice stuff."

"That's the nicest thing anyone's ever said to me confidently." You smiled, opening your arms for a hug that he gladly ran into.

"You should probably take a break from here for the week. Maybe your school too. What if someone does something funny and their feelings get hurt if you say it badly?" He looked up at you and you smiled wider at him.

"You're completely right. I need to go before someone dresses in clown colors and asks me how they look." You both giggled, and you said your goodbyes before explaining to the teacher what had happened and went back to the dorms.

The next day, Monday, was a day you were dreading. You thought about it and decided not to go to class, but the only problem was that you were up early. You had adjusted to Bakugo forcing you up at the wee hours of the morning to get to school 'on time', meaning 45 minutes early. You knew you had to go back to sleep though, otherwise Bakugo will bang on your door and one poorly worded question later and you could be admitting your gigantic crush on him.

He and Kirishima were your best friends and actually your first friends as well, beforehand sitting alone and listening to music by yourself during the very beginning of school. You weren't good at initiating anything, and you could say that you were a bit of a late bloomer in the looks department. Though your mom swore that you grew into yourself during the summer, you still doubted your looks.

So friends were scarce when people were materialistic and didn't want to be seen with someone not at the beauty standard in middle school. Therefore, you assumed the same would happen at your new hero school. So when a short purple haired boy began sniffing your hair, you were, to say the least, horrified.

"UM could you leave me alone?! Please?!" You were panicking and didn't know what to do.

He waved you off. "It's fine, I'm just trying to be your friend." He grinned, putting his hand on your leg, you immediately moving your leg away. "Let me show you my quirk."

Though you stood up from the bench you were sitting on right outside of the school grounds, he still put one of his purple hair balls onto your leg, causing it to stick to the bench. You glared at him. "Unstick it."

"No way, you look mad." He was beginning to get nervous, but he really wanted to feel you up so he stood his ground.

You used your airbend quirk to slam him into the ground through the wind. "Now!"

"Just one chest touch and I will! I've dealt with worse, so unless you physically strangle me then I can go through it." You were visibly disgusted by everything about what he just said at the moment.

Mineta crossed his arms and closed his eyes smugly. Suddenly he felt a strong hand at the back of his neck grab him and pick him off the ground. "What did you say about strangling again small fry?"

Mineta looked horrified as he was eye to eye with Bakugo, Kirishima pouting behind him. "Not manly at all dude."

He threw him back to the ground next to your leg, and he quickly removed the ball and took off. You were so happy that someone had took you out of this horrifying situation that you hugged Bakugo by the neck. "Thank you so much!"

He pushed you off with a flamed face, not expecting something like that at all. "Get the hell off! And it wasn't that fantastic."

"Sorry!" You were sheepishly smiling. You made eye contact with Kirishima, who grinned and waved. You nervously chuckled and waved back. "Sorry, I'm usually not like this but that was a really creepy and gross situation that you guys got me out of. You're totally my heroes!"

Bakugo looked away and stuffed his hands into his pockets. "Whatever, I'm leaving." Kirishima told you goodbye and quickly followed him.

The next day was an unexpected thing, where you were walking to school alone when Kirishima called out to you.

"Heyyy!" You looked over and saw it was you that he was calling to. He immediately waved you over. "Sorry, I didn't get your name. Let's walk together!"

He did most of the talking, and you felt encouraged to talk back. Bakugo gave a comment here and there, and you found it interesting that he was paying attention to the conversation while also looking and acting disinterested. Kirishima called you over again for lunch and to walk home, and did the same the next day, and the day after that you just did so without him encouraging.

Three weeks later you had went to a fast food place to do weekend homework with them, sitting next to Bakugo while Kirishima was on the other side. You didn't really think about it since you just saw them as friends. That was until Kirishima asked about your quirk.

"I call it airbend. I can control the wind and sometimes make it sharp and able to cut things if I'm able to make it concentrated." You spun your pen around in the air before bringing it back to your hand.

"That's cool!"

"It's whatever." Bakugo mumbled.

You smiled at him, happy to see him speaking. "I mean, I hope I don't have to go up against Bakugo in class at least."

"Keh." He smirked, crossing his arms. "At least you know it."

"Cause I'm afraid of what I'll do to him."

"Hah?!"

You grinned, continuing. "What if he were to send an explosion towards me and I blow it back his way?" You put your hand over his eyebrows. "How do you think he'd look without eyebrows?"

You and Kirishima both laughed, and Bakugo grabbed your cheek between his fingers, gently pinching. "Oi. Don't touch my face and I won't touch yours."

You realized that his face was red, you assuming through embarrassment. His cheek pinch made you flustered too, causing you to take your hand away. "Sorry."

"And my explosions are too strong for some crappy breeze!" You immediately snickered, calming down once Bakugo went to his usual aggressive self.

That was the first moment you began feeling a different way towards him. Your crush had solidified weeks later, where the three of you planned to sleep over for a movie night. Bakugo had refused for you and Kirishima to meet his parents, and Kirishima had said that his parents didn't like that there was a girl sleeping over at their home.

"Really, you guys can have a guy night. I don't wanna be the reason for something to be canceled."

"We're not doing this without you dumbass, let's just do this at your house." You felt a little in distress about this, as you had lots of pictures of your younger self and your mom never knew when to stop talking. "You said your mom was your best friend, so why would she give a shit?"

"You paid attention to that?"

"Shut up, just ask her!"

Me : You remember that sleep over thing? Me : My friends want to do it at our house 😶 Me : YOU CAN SAY NO

Mommers 🧓 : I have been waiting for this day to come ❤️ Mommers 🧓 : Tell them yes ;)

Me : I'm disowning you 😤😤

"She said yes." You said flatly, Kirishima cheering and Bakugo looking very smug. "But she's really weird and embarrassing! If she offers to show you pictures of me you guys better say no!"

You three walked to Kirishima's house, you introducing yourself to his parents so they could perhaps trust you a little more. They seemed nice, and you were surprised to see that they were fully okay with this being done at your house, claiming that it was best for a young girl to be where she knows her surroundings.

When you went to Bakugo's home you heard yelling and his mother bursted out. "I want to see!"

"Get back inside you old hag!"

She pushed him back into the house and rushed over to the two of you. "Hi, I'm Mitsuki! Don't worry about walking, I'll drive you."

Bakugo was angrily grumbling with his dad trailing behind him, waving you both off. As the angry blonde was about to open the shotgun door, his mom smacked the back of his head.

"The girl gets shotgun. She's going to give me directions." There was a pause between Bakugo holding the back of his head and his mom looking directly at him. "Well what the hell are you waiting for? Open the door for her!"

He angrily did so, and you smiled at him. "Such a gentleman—"

"Shut up." He pushed you into the car and slammed the door shut. You laughed. One thing you could appreciate about Bakugo was that he was just as rough and unapologetic with you as he was with your red headed friend. It made you feel like an equal friend.

All you did was tell her where you lived around, her spending the rest of the car ride asking you questions about yourself and what you thought of her son. You kept telling her good things, no matter how much she tried to spin it as a way to tease him. "You're very pretty by the way."

You assumed she was being nice, but it did make you sheepish nonetheless. "Ah, thank you haha."

"Keh, she's just saying that cause she gets grossed out by all those wrinkles in the mirror." You gasped as Mitsuki began yelling at Bakugo to shut up.

"It's fine, cause no matter what you say, I bet you agree with me." She smiled and you. "Ask him what he thinks about you. I bet he'd say the same thing in a rude way."

You nervously laughed. "It's okay, I think my pride can only take so much."

She hummed. "If you say so."

She then looked at Bakugo in the rear view mirror and smirked at her son's tomato red face that you weren't looking at. You told her where to stop and told her goodbye, getting out of the car first.

"Hey you," she turned and looked at Kirishima. "No matter what my son says, he actually cares about you. And don't let him screw it up with her, cause I know he likes her."

"That's not true!" He pushed his friend out of the car and went up your steps.

"Wait right here, I gotta clean real quick." You then rushed into the house to put away any pictures of your younger self. You thought of yourself as unattractive as of now, and you could only imagine what others thought of you in your younger years.

Kirishima didn't know what to say to Bakugo, so there was a piercing silence. After a moment, Bakugo finally said, "She wasn't lying."

The red head quickly turned to him, and at that moment you opened the door a little winded. "Come in!"

"House tour! House tour!" Kirishima chanted, trying to ease the tension that Bakugo was fumigating.

"Psh, there's nothing to see." You shrugged.

"Yeah, I'm just curious on what your room looks like." He smiled.

"My roo..." You thought about the amount of posters and drawings of bands, music artists, and movie posters were scattered in your room. That mixed in with your book collections and knick knacks made your face flame. "It's nothing interesting."

You mustered up a smile, and Bakugo scoffed. "If it's boring then you wouldn't have a problem showing us."

You grumbled. "You're too smart for your own good sometimes." You begrudgingly trudged your way to your room, opening the door and gesturing inside. "Judge away."

"Oh my God, look at all those hero plushies." Kirishima was teasing you, but the way he said it only put a smile on your face.

"But I got all the good ones!" You chuckled.

"But I don't see Endeavor?"

"Mm, just not a fan of his. There's something about him that's just offsetting for me." You turned around and saw Bakugo holding a picture of you and your mom from a few years ago. You took it from him without thinking, sad features noticably taking control of your face. You then heard the door open. "Oh, I think my mom's here. You guys should say hi."

You set the picture face down on your bed and walked away with Kirishima. Bakugo quietly put it back up from where it was standing and followed you two. You all went into the kitchen where your mom was setting down the bags of snacks.

"Y/n, why are there so many pictures missing—" She turned around and smugly smiled. "Well look at that, they do exist."

"You're horrible."

"I'm y/m/n (or whatever name you like)! It's amazing to meet you both." She looked at Kirishima. "I'm guessing your the one with the nice smile," Then to Bakugo. "And you're the one with subtle fashion style."

"You just..." You were so shocked at the moment. "You're the stuff of nightmares. I can't believe you."

"Well can you help me unpack please?"

"No." You whimpered, starting to help her.

"What kind of conversation was had about us?" Kirishima joked.

"She asked me to physically describe you guys! Why she didn't just say red head and blondie is because she's evil."

"Agree to disagree." She happily said. "Anyways, you boys make yourself at home and enjoy the snacks. I know y/n will."

They looked back at you to see if you would make a comeback. "Well yeah, since you never buy any for me."

"I only buy snacks for special reasons."

"I'm not a special reason?!"

"Nope." She gleefully claimed.

"Again, nightmares."

"Well, if you guys need me I'm going to be in my room."

"Yeah, back to the boiler room Freddie Krueger." She began walking away, sending Bakugo a smile. "Love you."

"Love you too baby!"

Once she left, Kirishima turned to you. "Not to be weird but your mom's really pretty."

"Yeah, I hear that a lot." You began to put some snacks in bowls, and they both looked at you expectantly. You looked up. "What?"

"That shit you said about us idiot." Bakugo stuffed his hands into his pockets and looked away.

"What else did you say?!"

"Kiri! Nothing, I said nothing. Only a comment or two about your nosiness." You passed him a bowl. "Chips?"

"Thanks." He gave you a big smile, and you giggled. You knew he was doing it to tease you about your comment about his smile.

"Get that thing away from me!" You said while laughing, pushing his face away.

"Just move the snacks to the damn living room okay?!" Though Bakugo didn't want to admit it, he was a little jealous at how easy it is for you to smile with Kirishima. He thought it was pretty pathetic of him.

You guys had watched movies and set up blankets for the three of you to sleep in the living room, and that's when Kirishima got a text. "Oh, Kaminari needs help on a game. I'm gonna step outside for a bit."

"Take your time." You said, finishing up the popcorn.

"I'm picking up. I'll be damned if I'm sleeping in a damn mess." You nodded, and the both of you began cleaning up. While you two were putting things back into the kitchen, he saw a picture of you and your mom at the movie theaters together. "Why did you put away pictures of yourself?"

The question took you by surprise, but you nervously laughed, not wanted to lie to him. "I mean, you saw the picture in my room. The answer is kinda obvious."

He looked angry, though you weren't sure for what. "No I fucking don't. I better be wrong with what I think you're implying."

"C'mon," you tried to laugh it off. "It's fine, some people are better looking than others. There's no need to bring the pictures thing up."

"Where are they? We're putting them back up."

"Baku." You frowned.

"You're dumb as shit, cause I didn't see anything wrong in that old picture. You were pretty then and you're still pretty now, got it?" You said nothing due to not knowing what to say. "Answer me, dumbass!"

You smiled, giving him a hug. "Got it."

"When the fuck did I say you could be touchy?!"

"Shush, we're having a moment. Gimme piggy back." You threw your arms over his shoulders, chuckling at your own childishness.

He rolled his eyes, grumbling about how clingy you are at the moment, as he hoisted you onto his back, knocking on your mom's bedroom door. She happily gave him the pictures. You two began putting the pictures back where they originally were.

"What the hell was going on here?" He asked, holding a picture.

You laughed and told him about the story behind the picture, sighing happily as you turned to him. "Y'know, I'm very excited to make memories like this with you. Hopefully there'll be a lot of them, yeah?"

He looked away. "I'm not going anywhere dumbass, so that's a given."

Your face felt hot, and you tried to push away that exhilarating tightening in your chest. You jokingly said, "You have bad taste."

"What?!"

"I don't even know what you see in this." You gestured to a picture before staring at it. You felt like you looked really awkward compared to your mom, who looked amazing.

"Shut up!" He snatched the picture from you. "I like it cause it's you, and ugly doesn't come to mind when I think of you."

He placed the picture back up on the wall, turning to see you blushing and sheepishly grinning while looking downward. A small smile came to rest upon him as well when Kirishima came back inside. "What did I miss?"

"A picture. I wanna take a picture with you two." You gave Kirishima your phone and brought the two close to you.

Bakugo then went to the restroom, and Kirishima poked you. "So did I miss any romance between you two?" He chuckled as you thought about it. "Woah, that face is kinda telling me yes."

"Y'know, as my one of two best friends, I don't wanna lie to you. My feelings are going flip flop."

Your friend looked very excited. "I knew it! He probably did something very manly right now too, right? Well I'm glad you guys had your moment so you could figure out your feelings."

He gave you a big warm hug, and your mom popped out of nowhere to join the hug. "I 100% saw this coming. Also you have three best friends, cause I'm your number one."

"I guess I can be your back up choice from Bakugo, with my nice smile and all." He grinned and laughed loudly as you gasped with a big smile as well.

"Go away! Away with the evil smile!"

Your mom laughed and hugged you from behind your waist. "What the fuck did I miss?" Bakugo asked, now with a tank top and sweats.

"First of all, potty mouth. We speak clean in this house." Your mom stated. "And second, smiles convinced y/n to have a hang out with the kid he was on the phone with. She's finally going to stop being a hermit."

"Hah, sounds fun." You said miserably. Of course your mom would push you into being more sociable.

"Great, spark plugs is going to be following me now too." He looked at your mom, hesitantly saying in a quiet manner, "Uh, night."

"Good night! And good night to you two as well." She beamed at him before kissing your head and going to her room. She was content with Bakugo seemingly having eyes for you, since she could tell he was good deep down. You three then went to bed in the living room.

Back in the present time, you were cursing yourself for being wide awake at the moment. You were beyond hoping for Bakugo to not come. That was until you heard a bang at your door.

"Let's go." You said nothing, only stuffing your face in your pillow. "Oi, dumbass." Still no response. "I'm coming in, so you better not be fucking asleep!" He came in and watched you pretend to be asleep very poorly. He yanked off the blanket and you went tumbling onto the floor. "I can see right through that dumbass!"

You sat up on the floor. "Hi Katsuki. I shouldn't be at school today."

"Why the fuck not?" He looked down accusingly.

"I was hit by a truth quirk at that school that I volunteer at. It lasts for a week and I'm really scared that I'll say something bad or dumb in front of a lot of people. And you. Mainly you, cause I care about what you think."

You pouted at him as he extended a hand to bring you up. His face felt like it was getting hotter due to finding out about his importance with you. He knew he needed to push that aside and focus on the matter at hand with you. "Uh, it's not like it'll be unbearable while in class. Just get dressed. Try to not talk to anyone."

You nodded and quickly got into your uniform, walking alongside him. You looked extremely nervous, and it showed.

"Calm the hell down. You look like shit."

"I know I do! I always do. I feel like people are going to ask me a question and I'll say something rude."

"I'll shut you or them up before things come out, okay?"

"Okay." You smiled. "Small things like this just shows how heroic of a person you are, doing things out of kindness." You frowned, sighing. "I guess sometimes I just say things that come to mind. Once I start it's like I can't stop."

"Just...whatever." He grabbed your wrist when you went inside, dragging you towards Aizawa. "Tell him."

You explained to him the situation, and he told you it was fine and that he'd pass along the message to your other teachers. "Will that be all?"

"For today yeah. Sometimes I have the urge to go up and ask you if I should pick you up some tea in the morning. I heard that they help with sleepiness, and I'm worried about your sleep patterns. It makes me a little sad that you're not taking care of yourself since sleep is so important. Your eye bags could also really use—"

"Let's go." Bakugo yanked you over to your seat, plopping you down and sitting next to you.

You stared hard at your desk, slightly jumping when Mina slammed her hands on your desk to get your attention. "Hey, what's got you looking like Bakugo when Midiyoria breathes?"

"Shut up!"

"Well you see I was hit with this truth quirk and it lasts for a week and usually when people ask me something I'll say the truth but also through out random truths too and it's really problematic. Bakugo's supposed to stop me when I say too much. He's really nice and sweet and—"

"Oi." You snapped out of it and nodded, looking back down.

"I see." She put her hand on her chin. "I'll tell the others so we don't ask you revealing stuff."

"Thank you. That means a lot. Especially since you're my first lady friend. That's probably because I'm such an awkward loser who—"

"Stop." Bakugo pressed. You blushed hard, rubbing the back of your neck while you put your head on your desk.

You went through the day silently and didn't make eye contact with anyone. It brought down Bakugo's mood, reminding him of when you both first met, when you acted like this to everyone else. It made him frustrated that you were uncomfortable at the moment and there was nothing he could do about it.

"Hey man, y/n seemed pretty down today." Kirishima said to Bakugo, who did nothing but nod with a straight face. "You know how she doesn't eat when she gets down, so I'm gonna go get her something to eat." Bakugo sighed aggressively, putting on a jacket.

"Fine. We're going to that noodle place she likes so damn much for no fucking reason." Kirishima inwardly chuckled at how manly Bakugo was being. He offered to bring himself, no, demanded to bring himself, for the sake of making his future lady happy.

You heard a knock at your door, opening it to find Kirishima waving as Bakugo thrusted a bag of food in your arms. "That's really nice of you both! Well I always think you both are nice, with the small things about you two. Kinda like how you have gentle hands Katsuki, like they're rough and warm and—"

"Okay." He cut you off.

"And Eiji, your eyes, they look so comforting and kind, just like how you're comforting and kind. Gentle giants are usually the manliest of people since they're amazingly strong and also have a softer touch, and you have both of those—"

"Y/n, goddamn!" Bakugo slammed the door shut.

"She's so nice!" Kirishima said as they were walking back to the men's dorms. He gave Bakugo a thumbs up. "Good choice." He only grunted in response.

The next day at lunch you were looking for Bakugo at lunch, only finding Kaminari instead.

"Y/l/n! Over here!" You smiled and waved, coming over to him. "How are you doing? I bet the whole truth detector thing is pretty hard huh?"

"Yeah, very. I keep worrying that I'm gonna let my feelings for Bakugo slip."

You blushed madly, and Kaminari chuckled. "I totally knew it, and everybody else does too. Except Bakugo."

"I guess that's the important thing. It's also hard that I keep spouting out random things I think. I never compliment people this much, they must think I'm weird for thinking such specific things. Kinda like how I think your handsome. Really handsome. You also have a fun personality and can really make anyone laugh in some way. I think if you took a step back from the flirting then girls would feel more at ease around you and not make any bad assumptions, y'know? With that you could really score anyone you wanted. You can also play the guitar, which just kinda makes you more attractive. At least in my eyes it does. Like it goes from a cute face to sorta hot, but in like a way that—"

Bakugo grabbed your arm, causing you to stop talking. "Stop. Let's go." He glared back at Kaminari, whose face was in flames. "Hurry the hell up dunce face."

You sat at lunch in silence, your face extremely hot the whole time. Kaminari felt very bad, then realizing that he should have stopped you. He was too in shock to do anything, up until now having doubt in the back of his mind that girls just found him unappealing or unattractive.

Later on Bakugo was walking to your room with tupperware full of food when he saw Kaminari slip a piece of paper through your room. "What the hell are you doing?"

"Oh, hey Bakubro. Uh, I felt bad for letting her say all those things earlier today, and I know if I apologize to her face she'll start talking again. So I wrote her a sorry letter."

"Tch. Whatever." He passed by him and knocked on your door.

"Katsuki! Look what Kaminari gave me. He decorated the front of the folding with his name. I'm not gonna open it up for you just in case it's really personal though, cause that's not right. I'm pretty sure it's about everything I told him earlier. I think it's really sweet of him. Sometimes I feel like he might give Eijiro a run for his money in the kindness department."

You chuckled as Bakugo scowled. "Here. Start eating shit."

"Oh! Thank you Suki! I'm just worried that I'll bump into someone while I get dinner and I'll say something insensitive. Like I run into Mineta and he finds out how grossed out I am of him, cause he's a person with feelings too y'know? I worry so much that I lose my appetite." You whined quietly and looked down. "Sorry, too much."

"Stop worrying for no reason. I'll walk with you during dinner if it makes you that nervous." You grinned and nodded. He smirked. "Fine, don't even thank me or you'll give me your declaration of love or some shit." You waved him goodbye, and he closed the door. He flinched when he saw that Kaminari was still there. "What the hell are you still doing here?!"

"Waiting to walk back with you." Kaminari laughed. "Declaration of love." He mimiched, then laughing harder.

"Shut up!"

"Hey, don't worry. I'm rooting for you two." Bakugo's face was heated as he said nothing.

The next few days were extremely embarrassing for you. You outed out all your opinions towards your classmates that you would've never told them in such a blatant manner.

You told Iida that he had the brains to be anything he wanted to be and that you wondered if he looked like his brother without his glasses on, also telling him that you had a plushie of his brother sitting on your bed.

You told Mina that she had looks to kill and that her confidence could win her any argument for anything.

You told Todoroki that you would visibly cheer for him if he did anything to stick it to his dad.

You told Jiro that you secretly look up to her because of her confidence and chill style and how she seems like such an easily approachable person.

You informed Midiyoria that he was major eye candy when he genuinely smiled. This left Bakugo in an extremely sour mood for the rest of the day. You would later on tell him that you thought him and Ochaco would be a power couple, her being in the room when this was said.

You offended Aoyama when he asked you what you thought about him, you responding that you didn't really give much thought to him.

Everyone handled your verbal vomit well, but Mineta then decided to abuse the quirk that you were under. "So y/l/n, what color of panties are you wearing?"

"Grey." You immediately gasped as Bakugo bursted out of his seat.

"HAH?! What the hell is wrong with you?!" Bakugo screamed. You used your airbend to slam the purple haired boy backwards.

"What color bra?" He quickly said.

"Black." You lifted him up in the air and slammed him down to the ground.

Bakugo yanked him up with one fist. "You disgusting fuck."

Aizawa then walked in through the door. "Would anybody like to tell me what's going on?"

Mineta then began spouting nonsense of his innocence. "Shut the hell up you fucking creep!" Bakugo yelled in his face.

"Start treating me with respect Bakugo, or I'll actually get serious." He said nervously. Bakugo scoffed, Mineta take great offense to it. "Fine then! Y/l/n, what are your feelings for Bakugo?"

"I'm certain that I'm in love with him. I think he's amazing and has the guts and spirit to become a true hero, which I adore about him. I don't want to tell him because I don't feel like I'm good enough for him. I feel like I'm too ugly and useless and my personality is just all around unappealing. I'm just emotional baggage and he knows it and everyone knows it. He deserves to be loved but I just don't see myself being loved back by anyone."

You gasped, already starting to tremble. Everyone was dead silent, and tears were already sliding down your race when you bolted out of the room. You didn't look back and kept running, slipping on the steps only to save yourself with your quirk, still running once you landed back on the ground. You then slipped again, not being able to catch yourself and scraping your knee, blood showing.

You felt arms picking you up, looking up to see Kirishima smiling pitifully down at you. You sniffled and tried to hold in your tears. "You can let it out. Don't hide your feelings from me, okay? I'll take you to your room."

You faintly saw your friends behind him before you vision blurred up and you began crying into Kirishima's shirt. They all went to your room, Kirishima setting you down onto your bed and cleaning up your wound before sticking a band aid on it. By then you had stopped crying.

"I'm pathetic." You stated weakly. "All I'm doing is causing worry and nobody deserves having to deal with me. You can all leave."

"None of us are leaving you." Sero said, plopping down on the ground against the bed. "We care about you a lot, so we'd never let you be sad by yourself. That's lonely." He stretched nonchalantly. "Let's watch a movie."

"I have a bigger monitor than this one," Kaminari said with his hand on his chin. "I could get mine, or we could take this to my room."

"We can go to yours." You quietly said. "I'm gonna bring a plushie cause hugging something gives me comfort."

You winced at your honesty, but everyone else smiled, suddenly going over to you in a group hug. You giggled at the sudden rush of them all. You brought your Fatgum plushie with you as you all sat in his room, Kaminari swinging an arm over your shoulder as a silent form of comfort. You smiled, extremely grateful for your friends.

Bakugo walked back to the dorms in a very frustrated manner. He needed to clear the air and make sure you knew he reciprocated the feelings. He would have never imagined you had felt so strongly about him, feeling even worse about not picking up on your equally strong insecurities. He was so wrapped up in his thoughts that he failed to notice Kirishima walking over to him.

"Bakugo, man, hey!" He said, smiling and waving. "Can I crash at your dorm room? I wanna be a good best friend."

His grin was somewhat relieving to Bakugo, making him be reminded of you. You were right, he really is unbelievably nice. "Keh, yeah, whatever. You'd just keep annoying me until I say yes anyway."

He wanted to be with someone, and Kirishima knew it. Bakugo felt happy that there was someone there for him at a time when it felt like everyone else was there for you, not that he opposed that at all. He felt more of a bad guy for making you cry about your insecurities when thinking of you two, and he was glad that people were comforting you when he couldn't. He only wanted to be comforted too, and Kirishima filling the silence about video games or some movie was perfect to him.

The next day you awoke under a blanket that was not yours. You caught a wiff of a man's smell from the blanket and looked around, realizing you were in Kaminari's room. You also realized that Kaminari himself was sleeping in a sleeping bag on the floor.

You got up and make him a nice breakfast in the kitchen, knowing that he got up a little later than you. You put them into containers and brought them into his room, setting them on his desk. You had earlier checked your phone to find a text from your mom saying that she was picking you up in a bit to spend the day together. You were first planning on eating with Kaminari, but due to this decided to just leave him to it and leave a note.

When he did get up he laughed when reading it: Dear Kami, Thank you for letting me sleep, you were a perfect gentleman. It's extremely exhausting crying so much, and I felt like really sleepy right when I calmed down. I don't know how Midiyoria does it without consistent naps. It's like a faucet that I don't know how to fix. Not that I'd want to personally fix it, but I'd rather leave that to Ochaco since they would make the most adorable pair. Flustering to no end with that relationship. I also now realize that I tell unnecessary truths on paper too. - Y/l/n

Later in the day Bakugo was pacing back and forth in the common area, holding flowers in his hand. Mina passed by, telling him that you were with your mom. Bakugo was steaming, worrying that the longer he waits the worse the outcome will be of you accepting his feelings instead of being blinded by your anxiety over yourself. Kirishima calmed him down, his mind clearing enough to then write a note ("I want to talk tomorrow. Please.") and leave it at the front of your door.

Me : The truth quirk wore off

Tsundere Suki 🧨 : I'm coming over

You dreaded what this talk would be like. You were so stressed, your throat felt hard and breathing felt somewhat painful. You already felt tears forming in your eyes when you heard an aggressive knock. You opened and said nothing as you stepped aside. He held a bag in his hand as he stepped in. You didn't notice him put it on the ground while you closed the door, turning around to be caught in a hug. "Don't cry. You're too beautiful for a puffy face."

"Suki." You quietly said, snuggling yourself into the hug. "I'm sorry. I didn't want you to find out. I just wanted to get over it so I wouldn't ruin our friendship."

"Hey, cut that shit." He gently squeezed you before pulling back to look you in the eyes. "Did you ever stop to think that maybe I could like your dumb ass too, huh?" You looked at him, wide eyed, and shook your head. He smiled, a genuine smile without any malice behind it. "Idiot. I've loved you since you touched my face with your soft hands. Back when you talked about burning my eyebrows."

He had decided to go for it before he could see your reaction, giving you an aggressive kiss on the cheek. He thought that this would be the best thing to do. In actuality he wanted to make out with you on your bed until you both couldn't breathe, but he had to be a gentleman. He wasn't going to mess this up.

He then felt a gentle press onto his lips, your lips feeling so soft and fragile. His carefulness about this immediately went out the window due to your gentle kiss. He knew you weren't as fragile as it seemed on the outside, so he deepened the kiss. You returned his passion, eventually having to separate for air.

"Katsuki!" You exclaimed, throwing yourself into a hug. He chuckled as you made a short little squeal.

"We're getting some things straight." You pulled back to listen, giddy yet trying to keep a straight face. "You're never calling me Bakugo again," you giggled, nodding along. "And you're gonna eat regularly. You're gorgeous, but you look sad as shit when you don't eat. I only accept women who are well fed."

He touched your cheek, brushing it with his knuckles, and you happily smiled as you leaned into his touch. You quietly responded, "Okay."

"Good. We're eating now." You both sat down on the ground against the bed as Bakugo took out food from his bag. He was eating too, which meant that he waited to eat for you. Your heart and face felt very warm, but you kept your composure and told him about your day yesterday, him leaning in closer to listen.

The next day you gave everyone you told weird things to apology gifts. You walked in class and handed Aizawa a cup of tea, awkwardly laughing. He accepted it and thanked you nonchalantly. You then made the rounds to give everyone their things.

You gave Todoroki information that you got from the tech department on how to make his outfit better fire proof wise. You gave Mina a shirt from a brand she loved. Aoyama was extremely happy with the list you made him of his good traits, claiming that he was happy for you in that you finally noticed.

Kirishima received a video game gift card for his new console. Jiro got a poster for one of the rock bands she likes, and Kaminari was ecstatic that he finally got a new guitar strap that could replace the old worn out one. You didn't get an actual chuckle from Iida when you gave him a plushie of his brother as a hero, but you could tell that he was trying to keep his composure.

Midiyoria received a new notebook for his hero and villain analysis, this book being themed in sections by heroes. You also gave Ochaco a gift card for a noodle shop and suggested to her that she and Midiyoria could go, as there was about enough for two meals.

You made your way to give everyone their gifts in the most awkward way possible as Bakugo took his seat and watched you, having insisting beforehand to him that you do this alone. You were muttering apologies to everyone as well. What you didn't expect was that once you went over shakily to your seat there would be a moment of silence before the Bakusquad jumped over to your desk and gave you a group hug.

"Oi! Give her some damn space!" Bakugo yelled.

"Says you." Sero said teasingly. "You should be in her little space as her boyfriend. Be more affectionate. She's amazing, you should be groveling at your feet right now." Sero then winked at you from the compliment.

"HAH?! I can act however the fuck I want to with my girlfriend!" More hollering exploded as you giggled, your face feeling as hot as ever.

Midiyoria tapped on your shoulder while your friends swarmed Bakugo. You turned to face him. "Would it be okay if you were the first person I did my notes on? Since you gave me this book."

You smiled and nodded as he began asking you questions after question about your quirk. Bakugo quickly noticed that you and him were having a conversation before you others followed his line of vision, hollering in laughter and teasing Bakugo about his already jealousy.

Then the bell rang and Aizawa shushed the class before beginning the lesson, you and Bakugo making eye contact and smiling at each other. You could hardly pay attention with the plan Bakugo had for you two after school, daydreaming about what would later be your first date.

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thefairyletters · 3 years

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NaruSaku Fanfics

I wouldn't say much – I love NaruSaku and I hate to see great works shadowed behind the piles of popular NS stories that I never have liked as much except for a few, which also I'll drop below in the list.

I'll update this list whenever I come across a story that I particularly enjoy or finds worth spreading word across. So be sure to like and reblog this post so you can revisit it to add new story in your reading pile later.

Also, genres vary and are not mentioned, but does it make any difference as long as the story is good?

Warning: super long post featuring beautiful, beautiful stories that you wouldn't regret reading. I swear. I'm positive. Contains SNS and other side pairings.

Without further ado;

How I fell in love with my best friend: Krapo || ff.net || M || complete

How the little blond boy Sakura had always known had changed, changing as well her feelings. The unfolding of their life, while Naruto worked to become the best Hokage and she faced her own emotions. Growing Love.

(I have nothing but upmost reverence for this story. This author writes one of the nest NS and I have loved all. NS is beautiful and Sakura is badass. Everything we already know is here and more.)

Dangerous infiltration mission: Krapo || ff.net || M || complete

Naruto and Sakura are send by the Hokage for a difficult infiltration mission. They will have to face more than just the danger itself as they will have to keep their cover to be fake husband and wife credible. how it will impact the relationship between the two ninja. Growing Love. Misunderstanding.

(If you loved the aforementioned story, you'll love this one too. Mutual pining.)

All over again: Krapo || ff.net || M || post-war || complete

Sasuke come back, Team seven is reunited. But Sakura has lost Naruto. How will she make him fall in love with her again? What other difficulties lies ahead of them?

(Naruto loses memory. SasuSaku angst but not in romantic sense and I loved it all. Misunderstanding and more mutual pining. And I'm in love with this story too.)

Hit the floor running: Sakurablossom009 || A03 || M (but unnecessary) || Modern Hitman/Robbers AU || complete

Life was going great, Sakura thought. She was penniless, stranded in Europe without a way home, her fiancee had just dumped her for another woman AND her new companion was quite possibly a thief. How could things get any worse? Wait...was that guy pointing a gun at her?

(Now, personally, I don't prefer modern AU, but this story really had interesting characterisation and more character depth. NaruSaku is pretty spot on. It also features SasuHina and bamf!Hinata)

The greatest pretenders: snowyseas || ff.net || M || Borutoverse || ongoing

Fifteen years is a long time to not talk to someone you consider your best friend, and is made even more difficult when they (and you) are married. The things Sakura should have confronted Naruto about never came to fruition, but as an old saying goes, "the truth will always be revealed".

(Your typical I-made-a-wrong-choice-but-now-can-be-done story but unlike many other stories in this they don't admit their love for each chapter at the first chapter itself. In fact, it feels so canon and you can almost superimpose it upon the canon. Sakura is mentally strong and knows what's right. )

He was the sun: SavageTrickster || ff.net || T || Canonverse || ongoing

He had come a long way - from a lonely orphan ostracized by everyone to a loved hero. He deserved all these. His Hokage dream to come true. All the ramen he could eat. - Her eyes fell on a certain Hyuuga seated close enough for accidental touches. Her heart sank a little at a harsh whisper of reminder - And a deserving girl...who could give him all her love.

(So far so good. It's ongoing, and is at chapter 3. Sakura leaves Konoha much like how Naruto did, to explore the world aka seeing my headcanon in writing.)

Wilderness: Kanji no Sakka || M || canondivergent || ongoing

As the war screeches to a temporary halt, Naruto leaves the battlefield on a unique mission only he can complete. Sakura is ordered to go with him. In the days that follow their bond is changed forever.

(Although I hate any explicit stories that involve characters below age 17, I give this a pass because of the uniqueness of plot and characterisation. It has fine lemons that comes with a good plot.)

How It Should Have Been: OfPaintAndOil || ff.net || T || canon divergent || oneshot

It wasn't supposed to be this way. Sasuke was supposed to be the dark one, the unredeemable one. Naruto was the bright one, the good one. It wasn't supposed to be like this, with blood on his hands and glowing red eyes and a grin. Naruto was supposed to make everything better, and maybe he did, in the end, but Sakura had never expected the end to look quite like this.

(Featuring Yandere!Naruto. It leaves you wanting for more and is a fascinating read. It's dark themed so proceed with caution as your favorite character might or might not be dead.)

The Best Dates are the Cheap Ones: Shivakashi || ff.net || T || post!Timeskip || Oneshot

The whole point was to get the best date; that meant the richest and classiest guy, right? Sakura realizes what she has taken for granted and Ino learns a lesson in value.

(Sakura learns her lesson and snatches her boy. InoNaru is worth noting. Not the best characterisation of Sakura but bear with her jealousy for that is the reason why NS fluff exists. Story itself is very light and entertaining.)

mangoes and strawberries: ohthelinsanity || ff.net || T || postwar || oneshot

Sakura Haruno was elbow deep in Naruto Uzumaki's guts when he asked her to marry him. It was so not the right time. But she still said yes.

(This story just screams NS upon every single line. Diabetes warning. Too cute for this world. One of the best NS fluff I've read thus far. It kinda sticks to you forever!)

18 minutes, 23 seconds: ohthelinsanity || ff.net || T || postwar || oneshot

in which Naruto asks Sakura about that time she literally reached into his chest and grabbed his heart with her bare hand.

(Heartwarming. We all know how Sakura held Naruto's heart on her palms and how we love that moment. This is memory of that moment reminisced by our cutie pies.)

One Big Uzumaki Family: John Smith || ff.net || T || postwar || Complete

A set of drabbles revolving around Naruto, Sakura, and their children. It turns out that, when the war ends, these two get busy. Real busy.

(IF YOU DON'T READ THIS MASTERPIECE HOW DARE YOU CALL YOURSELF NS FAN?!!! READ!!! This story should be on the top of your reading list.

UNDERRATED AF!

R e a d t h i s s t o r y and cry with me for this should have been canon. 100%)

My Life Would Suck Without You: peanutbutter126 || ff.net || T || oneshot collection

Sometimes it's the smallest things that matter the most.

(Read this and then One big Uzumaki family. You'll feel super satisfied. I promise.)

Colors and Carousels: Folle Sakura || ff.net || T || oneshot

She couldn't count the number of times she'd been mistaken for Naruto's girlfriend. Not that she minded. But Naruto acted like it was so… so… offensive.

(No words for this one. Just read and enjoy the confusion.)

Let's Get Married: luvtoshi || ff.net || M || postwar || complete

It was supposed to be a simple solution to their immediate problems. But maybe they took more than they can chew?

(This is one of my few favorites that is also popular. Spot on characterization and beautiful relationship growth. This is one of the few stories that always stuck to me.)

Chasing Smoke with Bare Hands: soulaire || ff.net || T || oneshot

"I could have loved her," Sasuke says flatly. "If she'd just given me the chance—" "Sakura gave you all the chances in the world," Kakashi cuts in, stern. "You underestimated her. And you underestimated her ability to walk away from you. At the core of it all, that's where things went wrong."

(This story is for those who loves both SS and NS but thinks Sakura deserves happier life than what she got in canon. Features NS and slight SS.)

Touch: ohthelinsanity || ff.net || T || oneshot

Kakashi watches as his student grow to be more physically comfortable with one another. He finds it kinda ridiculous.

(Fluff. Feelings. Kakashi's fed up and might have diabetes from all the observation.)

Moonlight shadows: luvtoshi || ff.net || T || oneshot

Sometimes, the moon brings out hidden feelings to the surface.

(Beautiful literature. NS feels. You can almost mistake it for canon with the way characters are written.)

Seriously Serious: Damsel in Shining Armor || ff.net || T || modern AU || oneshot

He confessed to her when they first met. He confessed to her years after. He confessed to her almost everyday. Her response was almost always positive... So why the heck was he still single? "I love you." "Love you too. So is Sasuke-kun taken or not?"

(The only reason why I even picked this story is that it is a oneshot. I have very little interest in modern AU. But this one makes another exception. Pining. Love at first sight.)

It was always you: luvtoshi || ff.net || M || postwar || complete

The war is long over. They have both grown. Now it's time to conclude their story. Naruto and Sakura.

(You know what, all stories from this author are just, Chef's kiss. )

A Safe Pair of Hands: Kanji no Sakka || ff.net || T || oneshot

Sakura heeds a stern warning to make it clear how she feels about Naruto.

(Feels. You'll love this if you like first person pov. This story told from Sakura's pov.)

Other Dreams: tricksie || ff.net || M || oneshot

"Naruto, you shouldn't endanger yourself—" "Stop it," he snapped. Dropping his arm to hook under her seat, Naruto pulled her firmly onto his hip, locking her to him. Sakura gasped, suddenly aware of just how very close they were.

(Sexual tension. Romance. Leaves you wanting. Also, high on feels and lust on equal measure.)

Heaven Unexpected: Folle || ff.net || M || oneshot

Because nothing can happen; it's Naruto. He always comes back. He's practically indestructible.

(Heavy on feels. There are chances that it might rain. Actually there are high chances. But oh well, it's beautiful and one of my favourites so here it goes.)

Shade of the Leaf: Ravyn || ff.net || T || canon divergent || complete

Sasuke is back. Naruto has joined ANBU. Sakura is spending more time in the hospital than in the field. Team 7 struggles to redefine itself, because sometimes you don't know what you really want after all.

(Featuring Mature but still in-character!Naruto, Badass!Sakura, (Bit)Supportive!Sasuke along with Team 7 friendship. Mutual pining. Ending but with a lot loose ends.)

Breaking Up Isn't that Hard to Do: Narf-for-the-Garthoc || ff.net || T || oneshot

This is not an epic tale of action, suspense and true love. Yeah, I'm disappointed, too.

(This is pure comedy. With a dash of romance. And insanity.)

Steamy Encounters: Narf-for-the-Garthoc || ff.net || T || oneshot

A flurry of coincidences and fateful machinations bring Naruto and Sakura together at the local baths. Can they rein in their animal passions? And do you really think that's the kind of story I write?

(Just r e a d. Please.)

Garden of Sanctuary: Nes Mikel || ff.net || T || Canon divergent || oneshot

An alternate ending to Naruto. The Heavens describe the Garden a peaceful paradise. The Hells describe the Garden a baneful prison. In here... which is it?

(This is part of a series which you can follow from the author's profile. This is the second part, but can be read exclusively. As far as the AU goes, this story and settings is brilliant and heartbreaking. This is told from Naruto's pov. To look at things from Sakura's, read the first part. It is multi-chaptered.)

Complications: Geno Calamari || ff.net || T || canon divergent || oneshot

While capturing the Kyuubi, Uchiha Itachi finds true adversaries in the form of Haruno Sakura and Uzumaki Naruto.

(Wanna see NaruSaku teamwork? This is it! You wouldn't find it anywhere better. Strong!Naruto, Strong!Sakura versus Itachi Uchiha)

Life is a waving feather: jusrecht || AO3 || T || AU || oneshot

Everyone thought they were inevitable.

(There's beauty in subtlety and this is that. Also, mentions of character death.)

Home: kirabook || AO3 || T || AU || complete

Shinachiku finds himself in a strange place with little to no explanation. Everyone he knows is there, but why are they acting so strangely? Why do they seem so different? And where is his home?

(Cute and heartwrenching at the same time. Cameo Stalker. Read this for NS family feels pre-marriage.)

Things we never say: thekatthatbarks || AO3 || T || oneshot

She wished she knew how to hold things lightly. There were some things she was terrified of breaking. Whether it be from an honest misstep or simply because she could.

(Reminds you why we love NS so much.)

Open seasons: sazzafraz || AO3 || T || SNS || postwar || oneshot

The way Sasuke comes home is less myth and more devastatingly embarrassing happenstance.

(Featuring badass!Sakura, obedient!Naruto and normal!Sasuke, as well as Sakura's commentary on her life)

Five things Sakura will never tell Naruto: sowell || AO3 || T || AU || oneshot

Kunoichi know how to keep their secrets.

(NS relationship analysis story.)

Artistic purposes: StormyInk || AO3 || M || AU || Oneshot

Sai finds his favorite drawing subjects a bit lacking of late, and he sets a plan into motion to draw his team mates together. Simply for the sake of his art, of course.

(Aka Sai is fed up from seeing his teammates dancing around each other and decides to help them get laid–the story. You gotta admit Sai is the best wingman.)

I collect my tears (so I can drown you in them): amako || AO3 || T || AU || complete

The hardest thing is letting go. Or Sakura sees Naruto falling in love with Shikamaru a little more every day, and she does the only thing she can think of. Then it's only a matter of learning how to stop loving Naruto.

(Sakura and Angst that has nothing to do with Sasuke. Featuring Sakura-sensei. And Shikamaru. It's a great story if you know when to let go of canon)

Stranger than the wild: kiddattwell || AO3 || M || SNS || postwar || Ongoing

The war is over and Sasuke is home for good, but Sakura can't choose between the boys she loves. Sasuke still has his demons and Naruto still fights them and Sakura still follows them both, but this time down a path that none of them expected.

(This is canon. It is the best SNS story I've ever read. Story told in SNS POV in rotation. Slow burn, pining and relationship complication. YOU GOTTA READ THIS, I INSIST!!!! Also features SaiIno and InoShika.)

Bringing Back Sasuke: Blue Jeans || ff.net || T || post war || oneshot

Naruto brings Sasuke back to Sakura. Many, many times over. Sasuke does not appreciate; not the blood and definitely not the angst.

(I've read this story multiple times and it gets funnier and makes your heart hurt and swell simultaneously each time. NaruSaku wouldn't be blissfully happy together without Sasuke thrown somewhere in the mix, that's exactly why I love SNS. This story perfectly represents the dynamic of team 7.)

Yurei: Kanji no Sakka || ff.net || T || AU || oneshot

The past should stay dead and buried, but it won't if Naruto can't let go.

(Not exactly my favourite story, but I liked the concept. We all know how stubborn Naruto is once decides on something. If he wants to become Hokage, he will become Hokage. If he believes in Sasuke, he will believe in him forever. If he loves Sakura, he will marry her – uh, or should have, very OCC of him that he didn't.)

Tag NS fan you know so they don't miss any of this!

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dendro-bunny · 2 years

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Normal pt.2

Sakusa x Reader

genre: Angst to comfort; ex friends to lovers

Warnings: Panic attacks, suicide mentions, slow-building relationships, Overthinking implications, self-blame, tell me is i missed anything pls

(a/n): after so long I am making a part 2 too. I don't know how many parts this will be. Either way, let's cry together cause I am in my feels and I want you to be in your feelings with me ☺️.

Update I am making this a series :)

guide: (h/t): Hair type; (h/l): hair length; (h/s): hair style

THIS WAS NOT MEANT TO HAPPEN...

The start of your freshman year in high school, and you are seat buddies with the one person you hoped to not see.

Kiyoomi Sakusa.

There hasn't been a day without you thinking of him. You thought you were getting over losing your best friend but it has only gotten worse. You just wanted a normal year. One without pain. Now you have to see his masked face every day.

All the memories from middle school flooded back to you as you look at the seating chart your teacher put up.

"You gotta be fucking with me..." You murmur looking in awe.

"Girl it's only the first class it's not like you have every class together. Plus I heard that he changed quite a bit... He might be willing to make up with you." Your friend touched your shoulder. You flinch backing away looking away.

"Oh! Sorry I didn't mean to." The sympathetic look on her face made you sick. Ever since the incident with your biological father you hate being touched with no warning. It scared you, terrified even. It wasn't like you hated being touched, just you would have to initiate it.

"it's fine (F/N), let's just sit I need to collect myself before he walks in." You speed walk to your seat and get your things out for class. Your mind was racing, you have no idea what to expect out of your ex-best friend, you hadn't even looked him in those onyx eyes of his.

After what felt like hours, he walked in. You almost didn't recognize him. He changed so much, he got taller, you can tell his jaw got more chiseled even if the mask is in the way, and he looks more toned.

Not the somewhat scrawny boy he was before. He wasn't all bones, but he wasn't muscle either.

How did he get so buff in just two years?

You can tell he hasn't gone clothes shopping in a while. That would be your thing.

Your thing...

Your time spent together...

You and your best friend...

The only one who would sit there and listen to you rant about clothing. How certain fabrics fit better. How this color suits his skin tone more. That pair of shoes brings out his eyes.

You helped him, and he helped you...

When you almost jumped off the roof of your school, he was there. No matter what he was there...

Your best friend... Who you soon grew to love.

Who soon drifted away from you.

Where did it go wrong... Was it you or was it that girl? Or was it something else? Before they were dating he was distant before... But why?

"(L/N)?" You were broken out of your trance. The monotone deep voice of your ex-best friend shook you to the core.

"Sakusa? H-hey! Uh- Y-you changed..." You offered a smile. The smile that he missed seeing. The smile that would normally brighten his entire week. The thing he wanted to make you do all the time. He promised himself he would.

But he broke it. He broke that promise for a girl who promised him something he already had.

The world.

He nods and sits down putting his bag on the back of his chair. "You did as well... You uh... Look great."

He looked you up and down. You matured in more ways than one. Your clothing choice changed. Since it is the first day no one has worn a uniform since they need to issue them out.

The pigtails you used to have turned into (h/s). (H/l) and (h/t), he could tell you used a different facial routine, you never really used one, to begin with.

The aura around you had one of grace and gentleness, still a bit silly like how you were before, but it was different. How long had he been gone from your life? It felt way too long.

"You know what sucks..." He just looks over at you raising a brow.

"The first class of my day is math... Fucking math!" You lay your head on the desk with your hands touching the furthest edge from you.

Before Sakusa even touches the desk he gets his disinfectant spray and wipes and wipes down the table. You sit up and stare at him. This was normal for him, how could you forget.

"I remember the wipes, but now you have a spray can?" His shoulders raised almost in fear. He could remember the judgemental stares of his ex-girlfriend. The way her eyes would narrow after he used hand sanitizer after holding her hand. Maybe now that he hurt you, you would hurt him back just as much... But you didn't.

"I mean It isn't too far from your normal, but just when did you get the spray?" His eyes widen half a fraction then back to normal as his head whips over to you.

His normal? He had a normal?

"Well, Uhm... In high school I hear a lot of things about you, what people do in their alone times and I don't want whatever they have to affect me." The giggle you give sends him into a fury. Like a tiny raft in the middle of a storm.

How long has it been since he heard it? Why did it affect him just as much as before? Whenever you would laugh it would make his heart race a thousand times more than it was.

He loved it. He loved everything about you. From the way, your face would scrunch up whenever you got asked a weird question. Or your thinking face. He loved it all.

Why couldn't he have had a normal life with you, instead of one in pain with her? Even before the two of them got together he distanced himself from you because he was scared. Scared of this feeling in his heart for you. This ache in his heart whenever you would smile for someone else.

Why would he even feel that way... you were only friends? Well used to be anyway. He hopes there is a god out there to hear his prayer to fix your friendship. That is all he wants right now, and to get on the volleyball team.

"Good Morning class! How are all of you today?" An orchestra of groans erupted from the class that made the teacher chuckle.

"Yes, yes, I understand all of the not wanting to be here stuff, but c'mon you all today will be an easy day for all of you... since it's getting to know everyone.."

Thus here you are in a group with your ex-bestie and two girls who can't stop staring at you and him, and two guys who seem to be good friends talking a bit amongst themselves. The situation itself is just awkward.

Sakusa leans to his side to whisper something "This is getting uncomfortable..."

you nod and sigh, just as you go to talk one of the girls speaks up.

"So uh... yeah for the project she said we have to uhm... have a slide with interview questions to ask each member of our group, and have the answers to them." one of the girls tries to stop herself from staring and listen to the other.

These people are going to drive me insane.

"We should come up with questions and write them on our slides, but easy questions that we all can answer, or just not too many." You cross your arms stepping forward a bit.

The others nod and you all start typing on your previously open laptops and get to work.

After about 15 minutes, you all have your questions ready.

"Alright... who's first?"

After the tenth question on one of the guy's (his name is Jason and he is from the west) screens, the atmosphere became lighter. Even with Sakusa, though he only gave a slight chuckle on certain occasions and is standing behind you, even he was enjoying himself.

"Ok, Sakusa, what is your view on pigs?" The first question of one of the girls, her name is Koji Yokohama, caused Sakusa's face to twist in disgust.

You burst out laughing as he mutters his answer, but no one else heard him so they were a bit confused.

"Ok, so he said that he thinks they are disgusting but cute he guesses, he doesn't like that they roll around in the mud but when they are clean he does find the baby's cute." You take deep breaths to try to calm yourself down, which fails as the others start laughing.

"Clean freak much?" Henry, the other guy chimes. Sakusa only looks away. You clear your throat getting a bit riled up with that response.

"I find that normal, I wouldn't want a creature who likes to be a messy little thing in my apartment or house. I make enough of a mess as it is!" Everyone laughs, except Sakusa who is staring in awe.

You defended him, called his response normal, and did the thing you always do to comfort him...

Hold his hand...

You're still holding it only now you are giving him that smile that could blind the stars. That smile made his head spin. He didn't trust his voice enough to say anything so he only squeezed back slightly. He let go and reached for his hand sanitizer only hesitate... he felt eyes... Staring...

"Uh- dude-" Henry started. "A hot chick just held your hand... Let's trade places" His eyes widen. Jason jabbed his shoulder and gave him a stern look.

"Uh- I- Uh..." Sakusa was never that good at quick thinking when it comes to speaking.

"INSENSITIVE!! Don't be a jerk bro!" Kairy Hasegawa, the other girl said while kicking Henry's seat making him fall.

You were quiet, going through your bag. Sorry's and fussing was happening in the background, while you were on a mission.

"FOUND IT!" You jumped upholding your spoils from your mini-adventure.

"Hand sanitizer?" The group (except for Sakusa) tilted their heads. "Here Key- Sakusa... Let this go to a new beginning towards us... as we start a new, in high school... the past is behind us... let's move on."

The only thing that has been on Sakusa's mind since 1st block. Yeah, you two had other classes together but you two ended up sitting a ways away from each other. The way you stuttered his name, The way you paused in the middle of such a simple sentence just to get your feelings out to him, why did it put him in a mental dump. It felt like a hurricane that has been terrorizing a small town just evaporated, but there are still gray skies. why, why is there still this heavy feeling in his gut.

"Kiyoomi! C'mon tryouts are starting" Komori leans against the door as he stares at his cousin through the door of the club room.

Sakusa couldn't bring himself to even lookup the only tightened his shoelaces and get up. His broad shoulders brushed past his cousins only causing concern from the brunette.

placing a hand on the jet black-haired boy's shoulder Komori lets out a huff of laughter. "If I didn't know any better I would think you were nervous for trying out for this volleyball team."

no response. Sakusa just kept walking.

"hehe you know I'm surprised you even showed up, especially with all the people trying out for the team..."

Nothing...

"KIYOOMI C'MON MAN WHAT'S GOING ON WITH YOU! TALK TO ME! YOU NORMALLY AREN"T LIKE THIS!" Komori whined which soon stopped as Sakusa stopped walking.

"let's move on" Sakusa balled his fist looking up finally.

"what?"

"(Y/n)... I- We talked... And she forgave me..." Words never felt so hard to get out.

"Woah! that's great! Right...?" Confusion took over the bluish-gray eyes staring at the back of someone very important to the owner of the eyes.

"I- that's what I've been struggling with... It's supposed to be, It's normally a good thing but- ugh You know it's stupid, let's just go..." Sakusa walked at a faster pace than before leaving his cousin you chase after him.

Little did they both know you were standing behind the door he stopped at. Did you cause more harm than good? You didn't mean to and just based on that tidbit of information you know he isn't focused on volleyball.

You hit your head against the door as you realized your mistakes.

BRO THIS IS GONNA BE A SERIES TRY ME!

also i gotta figure out how to make text messages, if anyone knows please tell me.... ;^;

N e way i might do a tiny little thing for Sero Hanta, Mi papi!

DENDRO OUT~

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allthingsfangirl101 · 3 years

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Soulmate Tattoos–Zac Efron

Your Soulmate Tattoo is your soulmate's first words to you. For girls, their tattoo is on the underside of their left wrist. For boys, their tattoo is on the underside of their right wrist. The year before you meet your soulmate, your tattoo begins to appear. There is no ink, no colors, and no words. Instead, there is a red splotch where the tattoo will appear on the exact day the following year.

The month that you are going to meet your soulmate, your red splotch becomes more defined. It begins to softly outline the edges. Seven days before you meet them, the words slowly start to form. The day before you meet your soulmate, the words finally appear in brown. That brown doesn't change to black until you're standing right in front of your soulmate and they have spoken the words to you.

My tattoo didn't start to appear until the summer after my third year of teaching. The minute the red splotch appeared, I couldn't stop glancing at it. That next year was horrible. I made note of the day, hoping it would help with the nerves, but it only made them worse.

When it got to the week I would meet him, I constantly rubbed the outline of my tattoo. And the second the words appeared on my arm the day before, I memorized them.

I'm so sorry, beautiful. I hope I didn't spill my coffee on you and ruin your nice dress.

I bit my lip when I first read his words. I couldn't help but start to imagine what he might be like. I spent the entire day thinking about him and our first interaction.

He's going to call me beautiful. He's going to spill or almost spill his coffee on me at a coffee shop. And I'm wearing a dress.

I woke up that morning, fighting the urge to go to the coffee shop right away. They don't tell us what time we meet our soulmate. I didn't want to sit in a coffee shop all day, waiting for him to show up. But I didn't want to miss him either.

Instead of overthinking this, I got ready at my normal pace. I took my shower, got dressed (making sure to wear my favorite sundress), curled my hair, and did a little more makeup than I normally wear.

There were positives and negatives to knowing the day you meet your soulmate. You can make sure you look nice, but it also leads to a lot of overthinking and anxiety.

I headed to the coffee shop, my hands shaking as I walked in. I got in line, nervously playing with my dress as I waited.

I gasped when I felt the burning. I looked down to see my tattoo changing color. My heart started beating really fast when I noticed the color was turning darker. Which means. . .

I was brought away from my tattoo when the guy who was in front of me turned around and bumped into me.

"I'm so sorry, beautiful," the guy said, his voice light and soft. "I hope I didn't spill my coffee on you and ruin your nice dress."

I could hear my blood pumping when I noticed the words this man just said were the words I'd spent the last 24 hours staring at. I looked up, my eyes widening when I saw who said the words on my arm.

This can't be right. There is no way this is my soulmate. I'm a high school history teacher. And he's. . .

My soulmate cannot be Zac Efron.

"It's alright," I said, my voice barely above a whisper. "No harm, no foul."

Suddenly, he sucked in a breath. He slowly looked down at his wrist and let out a small chuckle. He looked up at me, his eyes filling with tears.

When his eyes drifted down to my left wrist, I rolled it so he could see it. He laughed and reached over, grabbing my left hand in his as he read the words on my wrist. I bit my lip when he intertwined our fingers, slowly looking up at me. I glanced down at our hands, our tattoos almost touching.

"Can I buy you some coffee?" He asked, his voice low. I hesitated, a small part of me thinking this was a weird twisted joke.

"I guess we should," I whispered.

Without letting go of my hand, Zac led me to the counter. I ordered my usual latte, my whole arm burning from his touch. I went to pay for my drink, but Zac paid for it before I could even get my wallet out of my bag.

Zac led me over to a booth in the corner, our hands never disconnecting. He politely waited for me to sit down first before taking a seat across from me, finally letting go of my hand.

All I could think was; no way. There is no way that Zac Efron is my soulmate. And how is he so relaxed about meeting his soulmate who is a complete stranger?

"So, we're soulmates," he said, laughing awkwardly.

"We are," I nodded. I cleared my throat as I wrapped my hands around my latte.

"This is kinda awkward," he chuckled. I looked up at him to see him smiling at me.

"I don't understand how people expect us to be so relaxed right now," I sighed. "You and I are complete strangers and because of a tattoo, we're soulmates."

"Well," he said, reaching over and grabbed my hands. "It's not like we're expected to run to the nearest church and get married."

I laughed, finally starting to relax. "I mean, we could always go to Vegas. I hear their drive-thru weddings can be quite beautiful."

Zac laughed, both of us relaxing. He let go of my hands and leaned back. When we stopped laughing, he was still smiling at me.

"I'm Zac," he introduced himself.

"I know," I awkwardly giggled. I felt my cheeks burning as I cleared my throat.

"Right," he smirked. "Do I get to know your name, Soulmate?"

"I don't know," I teased. "I kinda like being called, Soulmate."

He sent me a playful pout before breaking. I bit my bottom lip, my nerves resurfacing.

"Y/N," I finally told him.

"Y/N," he repeated. "Not as pretty as Soulmate, but I'll take it."

We both laughed as I playfully pulled my hands out of his. My breath got caught in my throat when the look on his face changed.

"My beautiful Y/N," he said, his voice so low it gave me chills. "Tell me about yourself."

I let out an embarrassed giggle as he leaned his elbows on the table, physically making himself look interested.

"Well," I said, nervously tucking a piece of hair behind my ear. "I was born and raised in Burbank. I moved to LA to go to UCLA and I ended up getting a job at my old high school."

"You're a teacher?" He asked, perking up. I giggled at his excitement.

"Yeah," I said, tucking that same piece of hair behind my ear again. "I teach AP U.S. History."

"AP? Damn!" He laughed. "That's like the top class!"

"Kinda," I giggled.

He cleared his throat, slightly shaking his head. "So, what grades do you teach?"

"Mostly seniors," I smiled. "But I also teach a few freshman classes."

"You get them as they come in and come out."

I tilted my head, biting back a laugh when his eyes widened like he just realized what he said.

"That came out. . . So wrong," he said slowly.

"It's okay," I chuckled.

* * * * *

We spent the next fifteen minutes, talking about ourselves. The more of his life I heard, the more I realized we had nothing in common.

"You alright?" Zac asked after I suddenly went quiet.

"This can't be right," I said under my breath.

"Why not?" He asked, laughing slightly.

"It's just. . . You're the famous Zac Efron. I'm just a high school teacher."

I held my breath when he reached over and gently grabbed my hand, lifting my arm and turning it over to show my left wrist. He smirked as he slowly ran his thumb over my tattoo.

"See?" He said, dropping his voice. "Soulmate tattoos don't lie."

"Your soulmate should be another famous actress or a model," I stuttered. "Not a high school teacher who's been mistaken as one of her students. I mean, what are your fans going to say? Honestly, my students would lose it if they find out my soulmate is Zac Efron, but your fans might not be as excited."

Zac chuckled as he stood up and walked over to my side of the booth, sitting next to me. I sucked in a breath as he reached up and cupped my cheek. He leaned in and pressed his lips to mine. I held in a moan as I kissed him back. Zac slowly pulled away and leaned his forehead against mine.

"As far as I'm concerned," he whispered, "you're just the girl for me, Soulmate."

#zac efron #zac efron imagines #zac efron x reader #soulmates

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fukurodianthus · 3 years

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Cotton Candy Kisses

Synopsis: Let’s get one thing straight, confessions aren’t Ushijima Wakatoshi’s cup of tea, and the same goes for you when it comes to dealing with rejections. But then, your crackhead friends (who are done with watching two emotionally constipated fools pine for each other for two years) decide to take matters into their own hands.

Its a recipe for disaster, topped off with cherry coke and cotton candy.

Genre: Fluff, (a light sprinkle of angst thrown in), friends to lovers AU, mutual pining

Trigger warnings: Just a smol makeout scene lmao (not explicit), swearing(meanwhile, my mom: *disappointed brown parent noises*)

Pairing: Ushijima Wakatoshi x fem! reader

Word count: 3k+

Author’s note: I planned to release this on valentine’s day, but my exam schedule said “no❤️”. N E ways, didnt get time to proofread it, so excuse the painful amount of errors it may have. (More unnecessary rambles notes at the end!)

𝐈

“Toshi, Terushima asked me out on a date.”

“Terushima as in Terushima Yuuiji from Johzenji? The one with piercings?” Ushijima sat on the gym floor, busy tying his shoelaces.

“Yeah.”

He sat facing away from you, so you had no way of telling how well he was taking this news.

Not like it mattered anyway.

For the last two-years, you had kept dropping subtle hints that you liked him. Hell, if baking heart-shaped red-velvet cookies for him every valentine’s day hadn’t given him the slightest hint that your feelings for him weren’t exactly platonic, probably nothing could make the stoic ace aware of your feelings.

Unless you directly said it to his face.

Wakatoshi, I like you.

Four words. There were just these four words standing between Wakatoshi and your undeclared feelings. Four words could free you from the shackles of this unrequited love that had been weighing you down for the past two years.

But what was the point anyway? He’d reject you, just like he rejected Ririka. The Ririka Hirai, captain of the girls’ volleyball team, the ace who wielded magic in her hands. Let alone the guys from Shiratorizawa, even boys from other prefectures were totally whipped for her. He didn’t even bat an eyelid before a firm ‘No’ rolled off his lips. She hated crying in front of others, but the redness in her eyes and her swollen eyelids made it obvious that her spirit had been crushed by the rejection. Her previous outgoing, warm and friendly nature had vanished within a few seconds as she withdrew herself into her shell.

If this is what rejections did to people, then you were fine with being crushed under the weight of unrequited love. And you didn’t have a Semi Eita in your life like she had, so there wouldn’t be anybody to help you out of your wallowing self-pity.

Your mind wandered back to your interaction with her yesterday, how she had pulled you into the locker room, firm hands wrapped around your wrists with no intention of letting go. You were reminded of her disastrous plan, and how you’d stupidly agreed to go along with it.

𝐈𝐈

(𝟐 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐠𝐨)

“You love him, don’t you Y/N?” she asked you, cocking her head to her side as she twirled the green roots of het bubblegum colored hair. Why was she so oddly insistent on dying her hair like a meth-addicted oompa loompa? And the bigger question was, how the fuck did she look so good?

“I don’t know, Riri.” What did she expect to hear? How could you say that you weren’t half as brave as she’d been? You’d rather tend to the wounds that unrequited love caused than deal with the empty-black void of self-loathing, insecurities and embarrassment that rejection left behind.

“Y/N, I’m not a fool. I can see the way your eyes light up when he’s around.”

“So what? What the fuck should I do? Confess my feelings and get rejected? I’d rather wither under the weight of my undeclared feelings than have my soul crushed by a rejection from my best friend, thanks.” You knew you were wrong; you knew you should let go of these useless, painful feelings by confessing. Hearing him reject you would put the nail in the coffin of your one-sided love and you’d finally be free.

But you didn’t want to be free. Cowardice had this odd feeling of comfort attached to it, and you’d gotten used to it.

“Y/N, I’m not here to fight with you over a stupid himbo of a guy. It just hurts me to see you go through the same pain I had gone through. I’m just here to look out for you. I’ll give you my advice whether you want it or not, and its up to you if you’ll take it.”

You looked away. You knew that whatever she was going to say would probably make sense, she was such a smartass after all. She was never wrong, as much as you hated admitting it. Why was she such a good friend, why did she have to be so nice? It pissed you off.

“Ushijima is bad at this entire thing of love and friendships, its probably not big news to you, is it? His parents’ divorce ruined his faith in love.” She cleared her throat, trying to hide the tremble in her voice. “He doesn’t know how this entire thing of love and feelings work. Loving him is difficult, it’s like expecting an iceberg to provide you with warmth. But…” her voice trailed off.

“But what?”

“I think he likes you. He’s never looked at anyone the way he looks at you. He never saved a seat for me at lunch the way he does for you. He acts...weird around you.”

“That’s bullshit Riri, he does that stuff for me because I’m his team's manager, you know?”

“You’re just as dense as him. Perfect! You’d make a great couple” she giggled, fluttering her long, black lashes.

“Why did you confess to him if you thought he liked me?”

“Oh, I was coming to that. You see, I was a hundred percent sure he wouldn’t like me back, so I thought I might as well get these stupid feelings of my chest and move on, you know? It still hurt a lot for a few days, though. Rejections sucks, that’s nothing new. And I kind of liked Semi, so it felt like I was emotionally cheating on him if I still liked Ushijima. So, I finally confessed to him after getting rid of my feelings for Ushiwaka.” She pressed her lips together and looked away, a faint blush blossoming on her cheeks.

“You and Semi are…”

“We’re a thing now, yeah.”

“I’m so happy for you Ririka!” you practically squealed, squishing her reddened cheeks.

“We had a talk yesterday and we decided that we can no longer bear to see you two emotionally constipated dummies pining for each other anymore, so we’re taking matters into our own hands.”

“What?” Your stared at her with widened eyes, praying she didn’t come up with any stupid plans to make the situation worse.

“Do you know Terushima from Johzenji?”

“Yeah, kinda, that tongue-piercing dude with an undercut, right?”

“He’s my friend and he has agreed to helping us.”

“Oh hell no.”

“I don’t take no for an answer, I’m sorry. Babe, you can come out now.”

You choked on your own spit as you saw Semi climbing out of Ririka’s locker.

“How the fuck did you even fit him in there? Was he there the whole time? What made you think sneaking your boyfriend into the girl’s locker room was a good idea?”

“Honey, that’s too many unnecessary questions, I ain’t answering them. And there’s nobody around. So, I don’t think we’ll get in any trouble as long as you don’t snitch.”

“I’m not going to snitch.”

“That’s what I thought. Now babe, tell her about our plan.”

Semi went over with the details of their plan.

Needless to say, it was a recipe for disaster, you were sure of it.

Having an affinity for all things disastrous, you agreed to their plan.

*flashback ends*

𝐈𝐈𝐈

(𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐦𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭)

“Y/N, you there?” Ushijima was done with tying his shoelaces a while ago and now stood in front of you, his tall frame cowering over you.

You snapped out of your trance.

“Yeah, I was j-just busy thinking about some stuff.” You smoothed out your skirt and gripped your bag tightly, and looking down at your feet. You could feel his gaze on your face, but you couldn’t bring yourself to look him in the eye.

“Stuff as in…Terushima? Were you thinking about him?”

You were taken aback by his uncharacteristically direct question and looked into his eyes. His gaze flickered between your eyes and your lips; his brows furrowed together in…concern?

Your imagination must be getting better of you.

“Yeah, I was thinking about our date, tomorrow.”

His eyes seemed duller than usual, lacking its usual lustre.

“He doesn’t have a reputation for being loyal, you know.” His words seemed long-drawn, forced, painful. As if it physically hurt him to get these words to roll of his tongue.

He ran his fingers through his greasy olive-brown hair, his gaze still fixed on you. You became painfully aware of the silence in the empty gym room. Why was your heart beating so loudly? Was his heart beating just as loud?

His breath hitched as you stepped closer to him. You noticed the way his sweat-drenched shirt clung to his body, highlighting his well-built frame, the way his lips glistened when he licked his lips, the way his tousled hair stuck to his forehead. You almost brushed those stray strands off his face. Almost.

You spoke in a low tone, almost in a whisper. This moment seemed fragile, like treading on thin ice. It felt as if you both were in a trance and any loud noise would snap you back to reality. You wouldn’t mind being stuck in this trance for a few eternities. “Terushima is a player, a heartbreaker. You think I don’t know that? Maybe I just want to have my heart broken, Toshi. Isn't it better than loving someone who will never love me back?”

He stared at you with a blank, unreadable expression. You noticed how his adam’s apple bobbed up and down when he gulped, his neck and collarbones glistening with sweat.

He had no business being this hot, godamnit.

“I just remembered, Coach Washijo wanted to have a talk with me-“ he took a step back, breaking eye contact with you.

“Coach Washijo is on a sick-leave for a week, Toshi.”

“Ah okay, right.” He turned on his heels and stormed out of the gym, the tips of his ears covered in a faint red glow.

How long will you keep running away Wakatoshi?

𝐈𝐕

(𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐝𝐚𝐲)

“Yeah, chocolate will be fine.”

Terushima handed you the ice-cream cone, flashing his iconic toothy grin at you.

This park of the amusement park was quieter and calmer than the other parts. You were seated on a bench beside a mermaid shaped fountain. Behind you, far off in the distance was a Ferris wheel, lit up in pink and red neon lights, a classic decoration that was put up in this park every valentine’s day.

“Want anything else, babe?” He sat down beside you on the bench, wrapping his arms around your shoulders.

“Dude, you don’t have to put on such a show, you know? You don’t have to make it so realistic.”

He threw his head back and let out another one of his irritating laughs. It was pretty cute, even though you’d never admit it aloud.

“Y/N who said I’m pretending? When Riri asked me to take you out on a fake date to make lover boy Toshi jealous, I thought this would be a pretty good opportunity to score a date with a cute girl, it doesn’t matter if the date is fake or not.”

“You even bought a couple’s ticket, huh?”

“This amusement park has a special valentine’s day offer for couples, fifty percent off for each ride, aint that crazy? I was just saving my coins princess.”

“I swear to god, call me that one more time and you’ll find my foot up your ass-“

“Ooh, kinky!”

It physically hurt you to not punch him and wipe that cheesy grin off his face. “I can’t handle you Terushima-” You hungrily bit down on the ice-cream, gobbling it up in a matter of a few seconds.

Terushima's nose scrunched up in disgust. “The fuck Y/N, who bites ice-cream like that! Are you a caveman or something?"

“Aw babe, didn’t you know? I’m not like other girls.” You dramatically flicked a stand of your hair, as your pretentious, catty tone drew a chuckle from him.

“C’mon now, fake date or not lets a have a good time! I’m done sitting around on this bench, we’re in an amusement park for fuck’s sake Y/N!” He took his black leather jacket off, flinging it around his shoulders, his white shirt clung to his skin. He looked like a stereotypical bad boy out of a wattpad book written by a 16-year-old. You bit down the urge to make a sarcastic comment about his appearance.

“Get up now, you lazy butt.” He offered you a hand.

You slapped his hand away and stood up, brushing the small remnants of the ice-cream cone off your plaid yellow dress.

“Damn, you feisty.”

“Serves you right, pisshead.”

He was about to make a snarky retort when his eyes suddenly landed on someone standing in the crowd beside the ferris wheel. “Looks like lover boy is here.”

“You sure its him?”

“A hundred and twenty percent ma’am! Now go get your man!” He pressed a chaste kiss to your forehead before winking at you. “That’ll get him riled up enough.”

“You’re such a little shit-”

“Shut up, he’s coming here, go talk to him.”

You turned around on your heels to see Ushijima making his way towards you.

“Hey! What you doing here Toshi?” You tried putting on a surprised expression, but after seeing how Terushima snickered at you, you understood that you probably overdid it.

“Uhm, did I interrupt your d-date?” Ushijima looked painfully flustered. His eyes searched your face, looking for signs of annoyance or anger.

He was surprised at how happy you looked. Didn’t girls get annoyed when someone interrupted their dates? Ah, women, such complex creatures, all mysteries of the world seem irrelevant when compared to the mystery of a woman’s psyche.

“No, not at all! Do you want to tell me something?” You cocked you head and batted your eyelashes at him playfully.

But he remained silent, lips tightly pressed together as his eyes kept flickering between Terushima and you.

“Hey Yuuji, I’d like to talk to Toshi in private, maybe you could…you know-“

“Ah that was stupid of me! I’ll leave you two to yourselves. I’ll be at the Haunted Mansion if you need me, a friend of mine works there as a part time zombie.” He pointed finger guns at you and winked. "See ya later sweet cheeks!" You saw his silhouette fade into the distance.

It was only you and Ushijima now.

The golden glow from the setting sun and the faint pink lights from the faraway Ferris wheel illuminated his face in a rose-gold glow. He sported a red flannel shirt, more specifically the one you had bought for him while shopping with Tendou last summer.

He looked ethereal.

You cleared you throat. “Toshi? You wanted to tell me something, right?”

He looked started, unsure of himself. You looked at him with anticipation, your heart almost leaping out of your ribcage.

“Y/N, for the next match Yamagata will replace Akakura as the libero because he twisted his ankle in in the hallway today.”

Unbeknowst to you, Ririka and Semi hid behind an ice-cream truck in the distance, keeping an eye on you both. They could hear small excerpts of your conversation. So, when they heard Ushijima saying something about ‘match’ and ‘libero’, they let out frustrated groans. “That dense fucker messed up yet again.” they whispered under their breaths in unison.

Disappointment flashed across your face. Was he serious? How dense could a guy possibly be?

“You came this far, interrupted my date to tell me this, Toshi? You could just have messaged me, you know?” Your voice trembled, vision blurring with tears.

So much for love.

You felt stupid, you wanted to slap yourself across your face for being naïve enough to believe that Ushijima Wakatoshi could ever reciprocate your feelings.

Stupid, stupid, stupid!

You started to walk away, wiping your eyes with the sleeves of your dress, when you felt a strong arm coil across you waist.

Wakatoshi pulled you close, and in an instant his lips were on yours. You didn’t spare a second thought before kissing him back, your lips hungrily melting into his. You grazed your tongue across his lower lip as he pushed you against the fountain, one hand placed on the small of your back pulling your body closer and the other under your dress, grazing your thigh. Your fingers aimlessly hovered over his chest before gently tugging him by the collar of his shirt.

When he finally pulled away, you both stared at each other, panting breathlessly, hair drenched from the light spray of water cascading down the fountain. The warmth of his lips still lingered on your mouth.

The sound of his voice snapped you out of your dreamlike trance. “Tendou and Semi told me that I wasn’t worthy enough of being Shiratorizawa’s ace if I chickened out of professing my feelings to the girl I’ve liked for two years. How could I sit back and watch that guy from Johzenji steal you away? I like you Y/N, and I'm tired of pretending that I don't."

You were about to respond when Semi’s voice rang out from behind the ice-cream truck.

“Oh my god Riri! Did you see that? They kissed! I’m so proud of my miracle boy-”

“Keep it down you dimwit, or they’ll hear us-“

You let out a soft chuckle and took Ushijima’s hand in yours. “Wouldn't it be very surprising if Semi and Riri suddenly popped out from behind that ice-cream truck, Toshi? But that's totally impossible right? Not like they'd ever eavesdrop on us-"

Semi and Ririka slowly made their way towards you, eyes downcast with guilt.

“We didn’t mean to intrude-” Semi started to explain.

“Shut your trap, you shitheads, we wouldn’t be together if it weren’t for you.” You chirped, drawing them into a tight embrace.

“What do you mean Y/N?” Ushijima stared at you, confused. You stifled a chuckle.

“Well, we actually made a plan…” Ririka started explaining.

After Semi, Ririka and you explained your entire scheme to him, he stared at you, confused, open mouthed.

“You could just have told me, you know? All this to get me jealous?”

“I was scared of getting rejected, Toshi.”

“I’d never reject you!”

“And how the fuck was I supposed to know that? You never showed any signs of recognition at my hints, how was I supposed to know you liked me? You huffed.

“Well, I suppose I…nevermind.”

“No, finish your sentence!”

“Would you like to ride the Ferris Wheel, Y/N?”

“Thought you’d never ask. But first, buy some cotton candy for your lady love.” He took his hand in yours, interlacing your fingers with his. "Anything for my girl."

𝐕

Ushijima’s lips softly grazed you neck, his hot breath fanning across your collarbones.

The soft pink light from the Ferris Wheel lit his face up.

Wiping a piece of leftover cotton candy from your lips, he suddenly asked, “Why do you love me, Y/N?”

You thought of the times he saved extra bento boxes for you after lunch when you refused to eat properly, how he’d stayed awake, sitting in your bedside chair, taking care of you as your body burned in fever, how he’d laugh at your stupid jokes even though they weren’t anything close to being funny, or how he’d show up at your door with cotton candy and cherry coke whenever you were under the weather.

You pressed your lips against his before whispering,

“What’s there to not love, Toshi?”

Author’s rambles notes pt. 2: Ririka Hirai isn’t a very well-known character, but I decided to add her anyways because the girl’s volleyball team characters deserve some love too! You can find more about her here (if it very isnt obvious already, I find her character absolutely adorable!)

N E ways, I hope you enjoyed reading this fic(which has absolutely 0 grammatical errors and i totally didnt write this while overdosing on an unhealthy amount of coffee at three in the morning)

Reblogs would be highly appreciated!

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disgruntledspacedad · 3 years

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Aftershocks (2/5)

The Better Love Series

pairing: Javier Peña x Fem!Reader (Ears). Part of the Better Love ‘verse.

summary: That bomb fucked you up a little more than you thought. h/c, fluff.

words: 2.5k

warnings: 18+ - canon typical violence, lots of medical stuff in this one.

a/n: unbeta’d. I had a surprise day off, so enjoy the second installment of Aftershocks much sooner than I had anticipated. More notes to follow!

part one | part two | part three | part four | part five

MASTERLIST

You’re escorted beyond the heavy double doors of the emergency department in a hurry. It probably has a lot to do with Javi busting into the waiting area with you in his arms, flashing his DEA badge and barking out orders in irate Spanish.

Honestly, you wish he wouldn’t make such a scene. Sitting still in the car had allowed you to catch your breath a little. You feel like shit, sure, but you’re pretty sure you aren’t actively dying.

Try telling him that, though.

The triage room is little more than a curtain masking a dimly lit corner. You’re answering what questions you can in halting Spanish, but Javi can see that you’re overwhelmed.

“Ella habla ingles.” His tone earns him a dirty look, but the nurse nods, placing an oxygen probe on your finger and frowning up at the monitor. Both of you follow her gaze, noticing that the number reads 87.

“The doctor will see you soon,” she says carefully. Her English is heavily accented, and suddenly, you’re grateful beyond words that you have Javi here to translate. “Here. You’ll wear this.” She winds the oxygen tubing beneath your chin and around your ears. The oxygen is dry, burning your nose and making your face twitch in annoyance, but you can’t deny that you feel better with it on.

The nurse leaves you then, pulling the curtain closed behind her. Javi continues to stare at the monitor with his arms folded across his chest as the number on the screen climbs to 89, then to 92, the soft tone of the blips rising in pitch with each subtle improvement.

He’s thinking again, you can tell.

“Javi?” You reach for his hand, tugging at his fingers. Instinctively, you know that leaving him alone to stew right now cannot be a good thing.

He glances down at you, all dark, glittering eyes and terse expression, and worry clinches in your gut. “You okay?”

Javi snorts. “Really, Ears.” You can just see him fighting the urge to roll his eyes. “That’s a hell of a question, coming from you.”

You decide to shoot for levity. “I’m great, thanks for asking.”

That earns you a pathetic, lopsided lip twitch. You count it as a win anyway.

The doctor never shows. Javi grumbles and broods. A little while later, somebody comes with a wheelchair to whisk you away for an x-ray, and no matter how much blustering and badge-flashing and protesting he does, Javi is told firmly to stay put.

He’s pacing agitatedly in the hallway when return. Apparently, it had felt like an eternity for him.

In reality, you’d been gone less than twenty minutes.

It seems that your x-ray has earned you some attention, because things start happening a little faster now. People are in and out, one nurse bustling in to wordlessly draw an entire fistful of little color coded tubes of your blood, another working on IV access in your opposite arm. You take it all stoically, caught between watching in fascination as the nurse tapes the catheter in place with practiced efficiency and wondering why all of this can’t just happen in one stick.

A little while later, the same nurse returns with a bag of fluid. “Seca,” she informs you as she stretches to hang it on the hook in the wall.

“She says you’re dehydrated,” Javi translates. His face is a stone wall, the subtle clench of his jaw the only hint of the emotion that churns beneath. You can just imagine him kicking himself for not making you eat or drink.

You bite back a shiver. The saline is cold in your arm.

They move you to a real room not long after that. It’s only marginally bigger than your corner in the emergency department, crammed with two rickey, uncomfortable beds separated by another dingy curtain. Thankfully, you don’t have a roommate for the moment.

You let Javi handle the paperwork as you change out of his sweats and into the itchy, open-backed gown that you’ve been provided with. Even with the oxygen, moving around still requires that you pause to catch your breath, and you’re grateful for the opportunity to sit when you’re done, even if the hospital bed you’re on is squeaky and uncomfortable.

Once the documents are signed and the nurses are gone, silence settles thickly between you. Javi is standing with his fingers fisted into his hips, glaring daggers at the clock on the wall. He hasn’t spoken in a long time.

Again, you feel that burning need to pull him out of his head. “Not really set up for visitors, is it?” you ask wryly. It’s a stupid, pointless thing to say, but you’re just trying to fill the void.

Javi glances around the room, raising his brows at what he observes. There’s no chair and no free space, nowhere for him to sit. Sighing deeply, he yanks back the curtain that divides the room and eases carefully onto the bed opposite of you, leaning forward with his arms folded on his knees.

You grit your teeth. Really, you wouldn’t have minded him settling down on your bed, but the more time you spend with Javi, the more you’re starting to realize that he withdraws when he’s feeling wrong-footed. As annoying as it is, the distance he’s putting between you is just par for the course, and it’s just not worth addressing right now.

“How are you feeling?” he asks softly, pinning you with a sharp, assessing stare.

“Better,” you answer automatically, forcing some cheerfulness into your tone. Honestly, you’re far more worried about him than you are about you.

Javi raises a skeptical brow, clearly doubting you.

“No, really!”

Your protest makes him shake his head in dark amusement. “What am I gonna do with you, Ears?” he wonders aloud.

You’re ready to supply several very detailed answers to that question, all of them interrupted as your doctor finally breezes into the room.

“About fucking time,” Javi mutters under his breath as he rises to his feet.

“Hola, hola. I’m Dr. Perez.” Dr. Perez says, actually managing to sound a tiny bit apologetic. “Forgive the delay, por favor. I know it must seem that emergencies are the most non-emergent situation in the hospital, but, I promise you, we are working hard behind the scenes.”

You decide immediately that you like Dr. Perez. He’s not a big man, compact and clean cut, with just the faintest dusting of silver at his temples and a warm, genuine smile.

Javi must be thinking along similar lines, because he comes to stand just at the edge of your shoulder, looming dark and foreboding at your side as Dr. Perez approaches your bedside.

Oh, now you’ll stick close, you think fondly, trying to find a little amusement in Javi’s behavior. Everything about this situation is entirely new, totally incongruous with the cool, suave Javier Peña that you thought you’d known, and a malicious, possessive part of your brain is just eating up the implications.

“I understand you were involved in the bombing in downtown Bogotá, correct?” Dr. Perez’s grip is firm and cool as he shakes your hand.

“Yes, that’s correct.” You’re acutely aware of Javi standing stiffly beside you, watching your every move.

“Most unfortunate,” Perez shakes his head in a show of sympathy, and you manage to believe him. “And the breathing problems, they began later, no?”

“Yes,” you answer, surprised that he would guess with such accuracy. “I was okay afterward. Maybe a little bit sore. But not hurt.”

“Ella ha estado tosiendo sangre,” Javi interjects quickly. You’re not sure what he’s saying, but Dr. Perez’s eyes flicker in his direction, a swift, meaningful look passing between them.

“Veo.” Dr. Perez says smoothly. He frowns down at you. “And how for were you from the blast zone?”

You think back, willing yourself to relive the memory of the morning in clinical detail. “I was crossing the street,” you say slowly. “Headed home.” You do some quick mental math in your head, analyzing the width of Circular against the image of Emilio, waving. You’d been close enough to shout a greeting. “Forty feet. Maybe a little less.”

Beside you, Javi sucks in a sharp breath.

Perez purses his lips. “Sí, eso lo haría.” He crosses the room, flicking a switch to illuminate a bright white panel built into the wall that you hadn’t noticed before. He shuffles through your chart, pulling out a dark film and pinning it to the light.

It’s your chest x-ray. You can clearly see the curve of your ribs, stark white against the darker background of your lungs. In the middle of the film lies the dusky outline of what you assume is your heart. To the lower left, a patch of hazy, white blur mars the image.

“This is the problem.” Perez points to the blur. “Pulmones magullados. Your lungs are bruised, see? This is common in blast zone survivors. The change in air pressure when the bomb ignites causes an injury to the lung tissue. You are bleeding just a little bit internally.”

You can damn near feel Javi gritting his teeth at that.

“But I felt fine,” you protest weakly, looking assentingly at the blob on the x-ray. It’s a pretty good size.

“Sí, you were fine.” Perez is nodding along with you, like he’d expected the argument. “That’s normal with this type of injury. You felt good immediately afterward because the bruise was new, the bleeding slight. But the bruise has gotten bigger, and you have gotten worse.” He indicates the oxygen that you are wearing with a grim nod. “You are a very lucky, mi amiga, to have walked away from that. Muy afortunada. Had you been closer…” Perez trails off, shaking his head somberly. “It does not bear thinking.”

He claps his hands, startling you away from the grisly images stirring in your mind. “There is good news, though!” Perez gestures toward the x-ray as a whole, circling over it with his index finger. “I see no rib fractures, nothing collapsed. Your breathing might get worse before it gets better, but it will get better. We will keep you under close watch until then.”

“Keep me?”

“Sí, you will be here.” Perez pins you with a no-nonsense stare, as if to curtail any protests before they come. “There’s another matter. You have a small concussion as well. To this area, here.” He taps the back of his own head with his hand. “From falling down, yes?”

You nod. The area he’s pointing to is right where your head hurts most, where you’d fallen backward after the blast. “Yes. It did knock me off my feet.” Apparently a with a little more force than you’d initially assumed.

Perez hums. “We will monitor that as well. You do not take blood thinners?”

“No, sir. No medications.”

“Bueno.” Dr. Perez seems genuinely pleased by this. “You’ve made my job very easy.” He gathers the film and shuffles it back into your chart, flopping it shut with a flourish. “Rest for you, Orejas. Time and sleep will do the best healing.”

“Orejas?” you can’t help but ask. It’s the name that Emilio had used for you, but you’re shocked that Perez knows it.

Perez smiles. “I listen to my nurses. That is what they call you.”

“How much time?” Javi interrupts before you can respond. You’d nearly forgotten about him, as quiet as he’s been.

Perez turns to address him for the first time. “It depends largely on her body. The concussion is small, and won’t require anything in the way of treatment. Her lungs, though…” Perez frowns down at the closed chart with a furrowed brow. “The contusion is still developing. A few days, a week, perhaps? I can say more tomorrow.” He turns back to you, sighing in sympathy. “I’m afraid you’re in for a stay, mi amiga.”

Well, fuck.

With that, Perez disappears just as quickly as he’d arrived, soft, quick footsteps echoing down the hallway, and silence falls once again over the room.

Javi doesn’t move, doesn’t speak. He’s standing very still, arms folded tightly across his chest with his thumbs digging into his armpits. The expression on his face is downright chilling.

Your blood turns to ice.

“What the fuck, Ears?” he says very slowly, enunciating each syllable with deadly precision.

You glance up, suddenly hesitant to speak. The little movement must be enough to spur him on, though, because Javi fucking explodes.

“Forty fucking feet!” he bites out, clawing angrily at his hair. He paces the tiny room, whirling as he runs out of space and pointing an accusing finger at you. “You told me you were across the street, Ears, not crossing it. There’s a big fucking difference.”

You blink at him, recalling the conversation you’d had in the embassy parking lot.

Shit, he’s right.

“Why the hell did you lie to me?” There’s a subtle warble in his tone, a flicker of devastation in his eyes that’s quickly masked.

Discomfort that has nothing to do with your injured lungs twinges in your chest. “I don’t know,” you answer miserably. You hadn’t thought of it as lying. At the time, you’d been overwhelmed by the situation and thoroughly confused by Javi’s erratic behavior, just desperate to get home and sleep off the worst morning of your life. “I didn’t want to upset you, I guess.”

Javi laughs sarcastically. “Well, you’ve done a fucking fantastic job of that, haven’t you?” He throws his hands in the air, like he’s had it up to here with your shit. “Coughing up blood all over my kitchen floor. Christ, I should have known.”

Okay, now he’s being a little dramatic - the only blood you’d coughed up had been into your fingers, after all, but the protest is lost on you as you look him in the face. Javi’s eyes are deeply shadowed, his expression pained, his hair standing wildly from where he’s run his fingers through it.

He looks thoroughly exhausted.

“I’m sorry,” you whisper, dropping your gaze to the floor.

Javi huffs and looks away, clearly not ready to accept any apologies from you.

You don’t blame him. Throughout this entire screwed up relationship, you’ve done an absolutely piss poor job of putting yourself in Javi’s shoes, and it’s coming back to bite you in the ass.

You deserve his irritation, and more.

Javi’s pager beeps, the shrill sound of it slicing through the tension. He snatches it roughly off of his belt, frowning down at the display with squinted eyes.

You glance up at the clock on the wall. It’s pretty late, but given the day Javi’s had, it’s not outrageous to assume that somebody would need to be in touch with him at this hour.

“I’ve got to take this,” Javi says tonelessly, hardly glancing up at you. If there’s any regret there, it’s buried very deeply. “I’ll see you later, Ears.”

He’s gone before you can get a word in edgewise.

♠

confessions/notes:

I speak one language poorly, and I’ve never extensively written a character who is not a primary English speaker (I’m not counting Javi here). Any critiques or corrections to my Spanish are very welcomed!

Up next: a look at things from Javi’s POV.

Spanish translations:

She speaks English.

Dry

She’s been coughing up blood.

I see.

Yeah, that’ll do it.

ears

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blindingdutchy · 3 years

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lamentation | TWO

{peter parker x fem!reader AU}

based on All the Bright Places by Jennifer Niven

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word count: 3,495

warnings: depression, anxiety, mental illness! angst, fluff if you squint really hard

18+!!! minors stay away

Peter Parker was relentless, insufferable, and extremely annoying. It all started the morning after what you'd decided to call The Encounter, and it had been unending ever since. Nearly a week had passed since that fateful night, and you'd yet to see a day at school where Peter didn't try his hardest to get under your skin.

On Monday he sat next to you in Calculus, and no matter how blatantly you ignored him for the entire class, he continued to whisper facts about himself and stupid little jokes to you. You wished you could say you hadn't listened, but ever since that morning you'd been unable to forget that his favorite color was red, his Aunt packed him a lunch every day that he threw away because she couldn't cook, and his middle name was Benjamin. Why he thought you needed or even wanted to know such things you weren't sure, but even more befuddling was the fact that you couldn't un-learn them.

When Tuesday rolled around he stepped it up a notch, much to your dismay. He sat with you during Calculus and insisted on jogging with you during gym class, feigning that he was out of breath despite your slow pace and the fact that you were certain he could run for miles without getting winded. He told you more jokes then, too. One of which you begrudgingly found yourself exhaling a little harder over whenever it popped into your head; what did one stranger say to the other? Nothing. They didn't know each other.

Wednesday was the worst, because Peter made a scene. You came into calculus late and the teacher scolded you in front of the class, at which point you got flustered and tripped over your untied shoe laces. Your books spilled to the floor and you tumbled to your knees in front of everyone, and the whole class laughed. But Peter? Peter just had to be the hero, and your blood boiled at his actions.

He'd dramatically swept all his books off of his desk, feigning surprise at the loud clatter as if he hadn't done it intentionally. When the teacher scolded him, too, he just apologized and made a show of picking up each of his things one by one. "Why did you do that?" you'd hissed as you sat down, scowling at the brown-eyed boy who just blinked at you innocently.

"Do what?"

He'd ran with you in gym class again, and he'd even followed you to your locker afterwards. In all the years you'd known of Peter, you had never known him to be much of a talker. In fact, he seemed like a rather shy boy who didn't like to branch out much. With you, though, that was far from the case. Silence was a pipe dream with him around.

On Thursday he sat next to you in Calculus, ran with you in gym, walked you to your locker, and went so far as to sit with you at lunch. You'd put your earbuds in and blasted music as loud as you could without hurting yourself too much, but every time you looked up you could see he was still talking. Part of you wondered why he was being so relentless, but you didn't want to ask. If you asked he would think you cared, and you didn't. You didn't care at all, and the sooner he figured that out, the sooner he would leave you alone.

Or, at least you hoped so. As you walked into school on Friday morning, you groaned at the sight of Peter waiting patiently beside your locker. "What do you want, Parker?" you gritted out, glaring at him as you twisted the dial to enter your combination.

He grinned in spite of your glare, "I'm walking you to Calculus today, obviously. How was your night, (Y/N)? Do anything fun?"

"What part of I don't need friends did you not understand?" you demanded, giving him a stale look as you swung the metal door open with a clang. Peter blinked at you, clearly not used to you actually speaking back to him, and further uncomfortable with your hostility. What did he expect? Did he expect for you to suddenly be happy? To not be completely fucked up anymore just because he started talking to you?

He replaced his lazy smile and shrugged, retorting, "You know my secret and I know yours. That makes us friends."

You wanted to scream at him. You wanted to shout, yell, stomp your feet, and throw a tantrum fit for a child. Friends were not something you wanted or needed, and you certainly didn't want to be friends with Peter Parker. You didn't want to be friends with someone just because they were worried you'd spill their dirty little secret, or because they pitied the girl who wanted to die.

The black hole in your chest was worse than ever that day, and it sucked away all the fight you had in you. So, with a roll of your eyes, you stuffed your earbuds in your ears and tuned him out once more. Just like he had at lunch, Peter continued to ramble even though he knew you weren't listening, and you pretended you didn't see his lips moving at the speed of light.

For once, at the very least, he at least shut up in class. You were thankful for the break from his incessant chatter, the endless monologue you couldn't escape from when you were stuck in a desk while Mr. Tinley droned on and on. Calculus was far from interesting, but you found yourself beyond relieved to finally be able to pay any sort of attention to the lesson.

Friday was steadily continuing along the same path every other day had since The Encounter. Peter thankfully parted ways with you after Calculus, but quickly rejoined you two classes later in Gym. From Gym he was glued to your side through lunch until you escaped to your Spanish class, which you thankfully didn't share with him, but the solitude was short lived. Your last class of the day was one you also shared with Peter, and prior to that day he had remained seated with his friends.

That day, though, he plopped down in the seat beside you with a cheerful smile. "Ready for our new project?" he asked, skipping the greeting he knew you wouldn't return.

"Huh?" you asked, blinking at him in bewilderment. New project? Our? What was he talking about?

Peter beamed back at you, clearly pleased that you hadn't snapped at him for once. "Our new project! Didn't you see the list on the door? We're partners." he explained, and you stiffened.

It was too big of a coincidence to truly be happenstance. All week Peter had been pestering you, perpetually following you around and talking your ear off, and now he just happened to be assigned as your partner for the final Speech project? He did something. That was the only logical conclusion.

Your eyes narrowed as you stared at him with as much intensity as you could muster. "Peter, what did you do?" you growled.

Peter's eyes widened at your tone, and he shifted in his seat nervously with a sheepish smile. "What do you mean?" he questioned coyly, and you scowled at him fiercely. "I didn't do anything, (Y/N)."

"Bullshit." you snapped, "I find it hard to believe that we just happened to be assigned partners after how obsessively you've been harassing me all week."

He gaped at you, "Harassed? What?" he stammered, "(Y/N), let's calm down--I haven't... I haven't been harassing you. I just want you to know I really do want to be your friend."

You scoffed at his excuse, "Shut up, Peter. Just leave me alone! I don't want to be your friend, okay? My lips are sealed. I won't tell anyone your secret, just leave me alone!"

With one finally glare, you lurched out of your seat and stomped to one far away from the still aghast boy. As you settled into your new seat, ignoring the strange looks from your classmates who witnessed your outburst, you wrinkled your nose and picked at your nails angrily. As much as you were angry with Peter, you were also angry with yourself.

You were angry that he'd stopped you, and you'd let him. You were angry at the world for letting your sister die. You were angry at your sister for saving you when she should have saved herself. Most of all, though, you were angry with yourself for how you were acting. Even though she wasn't there, you could almost hear your sister scolding you for how you'd treated Peter.

She always was the levelheaded, rational sister. The good sister. The better sister. She would have been ashamed of how you'd been ignoring Peter, ranting to you, "He's just trying to be there for you, idiot. Stop being such a jerk and let him help you. You need to stop being so stubborn..."

You listened eagerly to Ms. Lovell's lesson and instruction for the new project. It wasn't because you were genuinely interested, because you weren't, but it was something to distract you. It was something to drown out the voice of your sister that was echoing through your skull, rattling you to your core as you tried to keep your emotions at bay.

This was the hardest part of losing your sister. She'd been so close to you, so important to you, it was impossible to not think of her in every moment of every day. It was impossible not to think of what she'd have done, instead of what you had done. It was impossible not to think of what she'd have thought of your actions, what she'd have said to you, of what she'd have wanted you to do.

She had been your voice of reason, your confidant, your role model. She'd always been so much better than you, someone you aspired to be like, and now that she was gone the comparisons were so much heavier on your head. Why couldn't it have been you instead of her? She would never have had such a hard time like you were.

For instance, she wouldn't have been so bitter. She wouldn't have been so filled with rage, hatred, or despair. She wouldn't have blamed anyone, not even herself, and she wouldn't have hated the people who had killed you. She always did love a good superhero, and even if you'd have died at the hands of the Avengers like she had, she would have found a reason to still have faith in them. She would have forgiven them.

This project was going to be a tough one, and not just because you were going to have to work with Peter Parker. "This is going to be a persuasive speech, guys, so you're able to pick your stance freely so long as it pertains to the Avengers. For example, you could persuade us that they're bad, if that's how you feel." Ms. Lovell explained, "Just be prepared to face debate from the class. Each group has to face five full minutes of argument from the class and be able to firmly debate their stance."

A project in which you'd have to argue your stance pertaining to the superheroes that had killed your sister, and you were working with Peter-Spiderman-Parker. Great, you thought to yourself, this was going to be a nightmare. There was no way the two of you would agree on what stance to persuade; you hated superheroes, and he was one, for God's sake.

You glanced over at Peter, only to catch him already staring at you. The pair of you quickly looked away from each other, but you noticed the way his cheeks flared red in embarrassment. How long had he been watching you? Was he dreading the project now as much as you were?

He probably didn't know how you felt about the Avengers. Not many people really cared enough to read about what had happened to your sister, and you weren't exactly in the right state of mind to be out protesting the many shortcomings of the superheroes. You wondered, though, how he would react when he found out.

Lying was an option, but there was no way you'd be able to debate in favor of the Avengers without breaking. Could you debate against them without losing it either, though? You weren't entirely sure. It was a sore subject and you were certainly not looking forward to having to dedicate your time to speaking about them.

Peter lingered by his seat after class was dismissed, staring at you awkwardly as he told his friends he would catch up with them later. You could see the strange, weary looks they shot you, but you chose to ignore them. Everyone looked at you a little funny ever since the incident, and you'd long ago grown accustomed to it. This time, though, you couldn't help but think they were looking at you strangely for a reason other than your sister.

You had two options. You could suck it up and talk to Peter right then, or you could continue to ignore him until you were forced to do the project. Catching his warm brown eyes as he timidly watched you, you sighed. It was now or never; maybe if you were nicer he'd back off a little with the obsessive tendencies.

"So," you drawled, approaching him shyly, "how are we gonna do this?"

This was what she would have wanted you to do; that's what you chanted in your head as you forced yourself to at least seem somewhat approachable. "Uh, we could--we could meet up tomorrow? You could come to my apartment." he stuttered, scratching his neck awkwardly and fiddling with his backpack.

He radiated nervous energy, and the black hole inside of you consumed it greedily. You twiddled your thumbs just as nervously as you replied, "Do you, um, do you mind coming to my house instead? My parents are--they're a little weird about me going out because of... yeah."

God, his stutter was rubbing off on you, and you cringed at the way you stumbled over your words like a fool. It had been such a long time since you'd invited anyone to your house, let alone talked to anyone besides your parents and your therapist, and it was stressing you out. The exhaustion of the day was wearing you down rapidly, and having to socialize was making it worse.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah, of course!" he spluttered, "Uh, could I get your number? So I can, like, text you when I'm coming?"

You hoped he didn't notice how much your fingers were shaking as you took his phone, struggling to type in your number as you mistyped multiple times. Once you'd saved your contact into his phone, you sent yourself a text so that you'd have his number too. You didn't exactly answer unknown numbers anymore, though if you were honest, you often didn't answer people you knew either. That was what drove your friends away.

Peter shot you a shy smile as you handed his phone back, and he asked, "Do you want to get started tonight, maybe? I could call you."

Biting your cheek, you paled. Tonight? You were exhausted, and the thought of having to talk for any longer made you nauseous. "No offense, Peter, but I... I really just need a break. This week has been a lot." you mumbled, avoiding his eyes as you stared at your feet.

"Oh, yeah, totally." he acquiesced, "I'll, uh, I'll see you tomorrow."

You didn't reply, only giving him a tight lipped smile that probably looked more like a grimace as you quickly walked away. Once you were out of his sight, your entire body drooped and the numbness steadily washed over you. It had been the longest day, and you were once again grateful for the escape from the overwhelming emotions.

Ever since she died, it was as if all your emotions were on overdrive. There were the many constant ones, like the guilt, shame, and anguish over her death. Along with those were more fleeting ones, like anger, disgust, and fear. Peter, though, he brought about a whole slew of new and equally as intense feelings that drained you.

He made you feel things like anxiety, apprehension, and hope. There was anxiety both due to his wild behavior in regards to you, but also because you feared he might tell people what he'd seen. The apprehension was due to your suspicion he was only so interested because you knew his secret, and was just as fearful that you would tell. But the hope, the stupid anticipation, was the worst.

It was the worst because a stupid part of you hoped he was genuine. You wanted him to really want to be your friend with no ulterior motives because, no matter how much you denied it, you really did need a friend. You wanted a friend. You wanted to let someone in.

You weren't buying it, though, because you were certain you couldn't handle the heartbreak of being wrong about his intentions and discovering he really did only care about his secret. You weren't going to let him hurt you, and if you had to shut yourself off from the world and hurt yourself to prevent it, then so be it. It was easier that way.

Peter Parker: hey i know you said you didn't want to start tonight but that doesn't mean we can't get to know each other

Peter Parker: so if you want, lets play 20 questions! i'll start. what's your favorite movie?

The typing cursor blinked at you tauntingly as you laid on your bed, huddled under the blankets with your thumbs hovering over the keys. That stupid part of you that wanted to make your sister proud begged you to go along with it, to let him be a friend, but you were terrified. You were terrified of the way you actually opened the text and went to reply without hesitation, something you hadn't done since before the incident. You were terrified of the way you wanted to reply, but the only thing that gave you pause was the fact that you didn't have an answer.

Movies weren't something you'd given much thought to in awhile. You knew all of your sister's favorite movies by heart, but your favorite movie? It was as if your brain opened an empty drawer. You didn't know what your favorite movie was.

You: i don't know

Peter Parker: what do you mean you don't know

Peter Parker: do you not like movies?!

You: i just don't know okay

You: i can't remember the last time i watched a movie.

That was a lie. You very well could remember the last time you'd watched a movie, and that was because it was with her. The weekend before she'd died, your sister had dragged you to the theater to watch some cheesy romance film she'd been gushing about for weeks. It was awful, but it was so utterly her that you'd weirdly enjoyed it. You enjoyed it because it made her happy.

Peter Parker: that's crazy wow

Peter Parker: no offense sorry

Peter Parker: it's your turn to ask

You: what's your favorite movie

Peter Parker: star wars but you can't ask the same question!! try again

You: fine

You: what's your favorite food?

Was talking to boys always this hard? You couldn't remember the last time you'd had to get to know someone, but you didn't think it had ever been so nerve wracking. Was something wrong with you? Was everything destined to be this hard now that she was gone?

Peter Parker: anything from Delmar's

Peter Parker: best sandwiches in Queens

Peter Parker: since you got a double and you technically didn't answer my first question, i'm asking you the same but also what's your happiest memory

Everything was always going to be hard. Reading his response, your lungs deflated in your chest and the numbness gave way to the all too familiar sensation of despair. She'd always loved Delmar's, insisting on getting the same sandwich from there every single Friday after school, and it had been your thing.

Would there ever be anything that didn't remind you of her? Remind you of the hole punched in your life where she used to be? It was hard enough dealing with the empty space in your room where her bed used to be, the empty chair at the dinner table where she'd used to sit, all the empty spaces she'd used to fill up. But the little things--the little memories of things she'd used to love--those hurt so much more.

You: i have to go

You: i forgot i'm busy tomorrow so we can't start the project

You: i'm sorry

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jj-bxby · 4 years

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if the world was ending ~ jj maybank song fic ✨100 special✨

summary - song fic inspired by ‘if the world was ending’ by jp saxe and julia michaels

gif by @toesure

word count - 4.0k

warnings - mentions of abuse and anxiety, angst!!, fluff

It was impossible to sleep. Hurricane Maggie was the biggest that Kildare had seen in years, and it was horrifying. Looking at your boarded-up windows, you passed a hand through your hair anxiously. You turned your focus back to the flashing television with warnings in bright colors filling the entirety of the display. Exhaling shakily, you turned on your phone. No new messages were shown and the screen soon flashed its “No Signal” warning. Shit.

It had been months since you and JJ decided to break up, and ever since you two had been slowly drifting apart. Even though your separation was technically mutual, it wasn’t. Breaking up with the boy was the last thing you wanted to do, but he thought it was best for both of you. After a year of being together, he still had a difficult time telling you about the mottled bruises on his body that you knew weren’t from biking accidents, about the nightmares he’d have that woke him up at night, about the way he would flinch when you moved too quickly. After hours of tear-filled argument with JJ, you two spent your last night in the same bed, and he was out of your house the next day. Despite still being friendly with the pogues, you didn’t show up to their parties or lake days as much. Seeing JJ flirt with other girls, even if it was 50 yards away from you, still felt like a knife in your heart. And him locking eyes with you during it was just twisting the knife.

JJ wasn’t your JJ anymore. And you weren’t his Y/N. Even though you hadn’t spoken in weeks, you couldn’t think of anything but him when the sirens began blaring. JJ loved to surf the amazing waves that hurricanes would create, and you doubted that Maggie’s waves would be any different. It made your breath catch in your throat when you thought of him out drinking alone, him surfing the hurricane, or, God forbid, him being stuck in his house for the duration of the storm. You felt tears prick at your eyes, knowing that he didn’t have any reason to tell you where he was or that he was safe anymore. Everyone knew Maggie would do damage, especially on The Cut, and your home was right in the danger zone. You could have stayed at Kiara’s place, but you wouldn’t have felt any safer there than you would have at home, alone. Honestly, you couldn’t care less about what happened to your house. It was a house, it can be fixed up or replaced. You laid back down on your bed, closing your eyes as all of the most dangerous scenarios your brain could conjure up flashed behind your eyes. JJ being sucked under by the surge, your home collapsing on you, JJ caught in the exposed wiring, everything scared you. You had no right to him anymore. But goddamnit, the entire fucking island was in panic mode, why couldn’t he just tell you that he was okay? Tears spilled down your cheeks as you maneuvered to settle your body under the covers, the sound of rain pelting against all sides of your home echoing through the room. You could hear one of your windows shatter, and you shut your eyes tightly. You were trying to picture being anywhere else, and what you pictured was JJ’s arms around you, holding you tightly against him while he set his head on your shoulder. It felt shameful to think of JJ as your safe haven when you hadn’t been in his arms in months, but it was the only thing calming you enough to steady your breathing as you choked back sobs.

As much as you didn’t want to admit it, JJ still held your heart fully in his hands. And right now, he was squeezing it tighter and tighter, the hole in your chest growing larger by the minute. You had thought that whatever tether attached you to him would be cut once he left you that day, but it just kept pulling. It was tighter than ever now, and the feeling of it pulling your soul from your body grew stronger the longer you stayed away from him, and it was cruel. The feeling made the whole of your body ache — Your head hurt, your chest felt tight, your legs were weak, and your arms were vacant and they pulsed with pain. It was unbearable.

The throbbing in your head worsened as something was flung against your front door. You sat up as the noise came again, even though it startled you, you knew it was likely a tree that fell. You got up to pad down the hall to your open kitchen as sleep evaded you. Trying to flick the lights on was no use, there was no power. Sighing, you grabbed a bottle of water from the counter and cracked it open. There was no alcohol in your house, as much as you truly wanted some right now. You’d given up drinking after splitting with JJ. It would have been to easy to swallow down all of the hurt, and not feeling it would have only been worse. As you walked to your couch to grab a blanket, your door swung open. JJ was standing there, sopping wet. You could see that a mixture of tears and rain stained his cheeks, his red and swollen eyes giving him away.

“Y/N,” JJ whispered, shutting the door behind him. His blue eyes contrasted the redness starkly, and they pierced through me. “I don’t… I was gonna surf the hurricane but I know you would’ve never forgiven me,” he laughed bitterly, shaking his head. “And I just — I sat in my room and the only thing I could think of was if you were alone. I know you aren’t mine anymore, I know I fucked that up. But I couldn’t stand thinking of you staying here alone.”

You didn’t know what to say. You’d been wanting him back for six months, and now he shows up at your doorstep at two in the morning. In the middle of a hurricane. Dripping wet. You didn’t say anything, you just walked towards him and wrapped your arms around his waist, holding him against you while you buried your head in his chest. You half expected him to push you off of him, but instead, he rested his chin on the top of your head before dropping it down to your shoulders. His arms quickly looped around you to hold you just as tightly while hot tears rolled down his face.

“God, I’m so sorry, Y/N.” He said, in between his hiccups and sobs. He wasn’t drunk for once. He was just so tired of fucking up, and he couldn’t handle it anymore.

You’d never seen him like this. He never let you. But now, JJ was breaking down in your arms, and he was trusting you fully. You were the one holding his heart, and he didn’t want it back.

“Shh, J. You’re alright.” You told him, fighting back the tears that welled in your eyes. You pulled back from him just enough to look at his face. “You’re gonna be freezing if you stay in these clothes. You need a shower and something dry to wear, okay?” He nodded sluggishly. “Here, come with me.”

You led JJ to your room and had him wait as you dug around in your closet to find the box of clothes JJ had kept at your place for the nights he stayed over. You debated tossing them out when you found them a couple of weeks after he left, but couldn’t bring yourself to part with them. Instead, you would find yourself digging out his Kildare sweatshirt to wear when you missed him, and his gym shorts to sleep in when it was one of your sleepless nights. Eventually, the clothes lost his scent and stopped being something consolatory. Instead, they became a source of resentment, but no matter how many times you tried to convince yourself to throw them out, they always wound up right back in the corner of your closet. You walked out with the bin, placing it on the bed and rifling through it to find something warm for him, finally settling on sweatpants and a worn Kildare tee.

“I can’t believe you kept those. I always figured you would have burned them or something,” JJ mumbled as he walked up beside you.

“I thought about it,” you said plainly. “I was gonna have ‘Somebody That I Used To Know’ playing and everything.” JJ smiled slightly, knowing you were still half-serious. You tilted your head to look at him and sighed. His cheeks were flushed and his eyes red-rimmed and puffy, and he definitely smelled like malt. You sighed because you knew exactly how little you could trust him in the shower while drunk. Usually, after keggers, you and your boyfriend would shower together so that you could keep an eye on him, as you were usually the soberest between the two of you. You’d wash him as you dodged his kisses, giggling at how lovey he was. JJ had fallen before, the dumbass, so you didn’t want him in there alone, but being alone with him was also the last thing you wanted.

“JJ?” He hummed slightly, swaying. “You aren’t sober enough to shower by yourself are you?”

JJ’s eyes widened at you and his cheeks heated up. He shook his head, knowing damn well that he would fail a sobriety test before it even started. “I mean, I could probably do it or just go without—”

“Nope, you’re swaying just standing here, and you smell like a distillery, J. C’mon.” You start off to your bathroom while JJ trails closely behind. Once you’re in, you turn on the showerhead to let it warm up. You turn around to find JJ with his shirt already off and grabbing a towel from your cupboard, handing you one. “What’s this for?”

He looks at his outstretched arm with confusion. “Shower. We’re gonna shower, right?” He says to you, tilting his head. Goddamnit, he always was a cute drunk.

“J, you’re gonna shower, I’m gonna stay out here.”

“Oh. That’s right.” He sets your towel down on the ceramic of the sink. “So, like... are you gonna let me get undressed now?” You smiled to yourself at how flustered JJ was, and you knew it wasn’t just the booze in his system.

“We dated for a year, JJ, I’ve seen you naked plenty of times,” you say as you hopped up on the sink, dangling your legs off of the edge. You crossed your arms over your chest as the blonde nodded to you before he stripped down to only his boxers. As he walked to check the temperature of the shower you saw the bruises and scars that littered his back, sides, and chest, and you winced. He looked back at you, noticing the look on your face.

“Not used to seeing them anymore, I guess, huh?” He asked quietly. You shook your head at him, tearing your gaze away from the bruises to meet his eyes. “You sure you don’t wanna join me?”

You gulped, shifting your eyes off of him. Honestly, a large part of you wanted to follow him in there and have it be like it was months ago. The other part of you, though, still hurt just thinking of him and burned with rage at the thought of acting as though nothing had happened. “Don’t tempt me, Maybank,” you said quietly while averting your gaze. He nodded softly and pulled off his boxers before stepping in to take his shower. Setting your head in your hands, you exhaled harshly. You were trying to puff out all of your confusion and hurt, and inhaled confidence.

Before you realized what you were doing, you had stripped down to nothing and stepped inside of your shower to join JJ, making him jump slightly when he heard the curtains being pulled.

“Y/N you don’t have to do this, okay? What the hell are you doing?”

“Just let me be here with you JJ, alright? Just let me be happy for a minute. You at least owe me that,” you murmured, pushing his damp hair away from his eyes. The boy nodded at you, his eyes shining brightly as always.

“I owe you way more than that, actually.” You stared at him for a moment, taking in the sight you’d been dreaming of for the past hundred-and-some days. Once your eyes trailed back to meet JJ’s, you turned around to grab the soaps you kept on the shower shelf. Opening one up, you tell JJ to give him your hands before you pour some of the suds into his open palms.

“They haven’t changed since I left,” he says while lathering the soap on to himself. JJ would always use your shampoos and body washes when he stayed over, liking the sweet scent of your soaps rather than the sandalwood option you had purchased for him. You did get rid of that soap, it was about the only thing of his you could bring yourself to throw out. Probably because it wasn’t really his.

You nodded, also scrubbing some of the soap into your hair. He reached out to wipe away some of the suds that were making their way towards your eyes, and it made you grin. JJ dipped his head under the stream of water to wash away the bubbles in his hair before shaking it out. You two did a little swap of places so that you were able to do the same, rinsing the shampoo out before working conditioner into your hair, and twisting it up into a bun. Turning your head to look for the body wash, you see JJ has already grabbed it and poured some out onto a washcloth. He had that damned boyish look in his eye that he always used to have when the two of you were alone together.

Stepping behind you, JJ murmurs into your ear. “I know I owe you for a lot of shit things I did, but can I start with this?” He slid the soapy rag over your stomach, resting it there to wait for your response.

Your head was spinning, and you felt like you were the intoxicated one now. Without thinking, you nodded your head, relaxing your muscles as JJ smoothly moved the rag along the curves of your body. You rested your back against his chest lightly, enjoying the familiar feeling. You could feel JJ’s warm breath against your neck as he washed you, and the realization that this was the most intimate feeling you’d had in months slowly sunk in. You turned your head to look at JJ — He had his lip tucked between his teeth as his eyes shifted to your own. He knew that lip thing was always a turn on for you, even though he wasn’t doing it intentionally this time.

“You okay with this?” He asked with worried eyes, taking his hands off of you.

“Yes, yeah, I’m okay, J. I just missed this,” you sighed, passing a hand over your face. “I missed this more than I thought I did.” You looked away from him, wishing he didn’t move his hands away. “Look, I just don’t want to do this shit and then get hurt again, JJ. You know I loved you, I know you loved me, so why did you leave?”

“Y/N,” he said softly, tilting your head up to look at him. “You’re right, I loved you. I still do. But when I broke up with you, I did it because I was scared. I was scared I’d turn into my father, scared that I didn’t deserve you, scared I’d try and hide things from you like I do with my father,” JJ sighed. “I’m sorry I was so stupid, and I’m sorry that I hurt you. I thought I was doing it because I loved you, and I was saving you from myself. But I was just hurting you. I’m not Luke,” he said while shaking his head, “I won’t let myself be like him. I wouldn’t hurt you, I wouldn’t even think of it. I was running from you because I didn’t think I deserved you. I didn’t believe I deserved you loving me so damn much.” JJ had tears shining in his eyes that matched your own.

“JJ, I sat in my room for months crying over you. I was panicking that you’d be trapped with Luke tonight, I wanted to go find you. I was terrified when you didn’t even say that you were okay,” you whispered, tears tracking down your cheeks. “God, when you came through that door I didn’t know if I was angry or happy. I still love being in your arms, but it makes me so angry to be held by you. I still fucking love you, even though I tried not to.”

Tears slipped out from JJ’s red eyes as he ran his hands through his wet hair. “I still love you too, Y/N. I never stopped. I don’t expect you to take me back — hell, I'd be shocked if you did — but if you want to try again, I want to, too. I want to be better for you.”

You wiped at your eyes, not knowing which drops were from the shower, or which were from your salty tears. You didn’t want to be hurt again, but you knew your heart wouldn’t be whole again unless you were with JJ. You knew he wasn’t Luke. You knew because JJ kissed you sweetly, he talked to you lovingly anytime he got the chance, he held you when your mind was out of control, and he never got angry with you. Of course, you two had had your arguments — but you worked them out together, both of you listening to the other’s concerns and talking out solutions.

“Of course I want you back, JJ.” You shook your head at him and turned the shower off. “But we’re not going to be back at the same place we ended. I have to know I can trust you again. You know that, right?”

JJ nodded at you, sniffling quietly. “I can do that... I can do that, Y/N.” He followed you onto the tiled floor, standing as water dripped off of him with quiet thuds. While you wrapped a towel around yourself and grabbed the other JJ pulled on his sweatpants. You walked over to the boy and draped the towel around his shoulders as he thanked you. JJ gazed adoringly at you, enamored by everything about you. The curve of your lips, the way strands of your hair were pasted to your forehead, the flecks of different colors within your y/e/c irises. He loved the mundane things he could do with you, and he loved the fact that you didn’t step back from him even more.

You cocked your eyebrow at JJ when you notice his staring. His eyes were focused on your lips, and he dipped his head down to level with your own. Your heart fluttered rapidly as your lips met, and it felt like your heart would beat directly out of your chest. His hand slid to cup your cheek, and yours moved to his shoulders. The only thing that mattered to you was JJ’s mouth on yours, and the throbbing pain inside of your head and throughout your body was replaced with a floating feeling. No more pain, just the warmth of JJ’s body enveloping your own. The kiss was soft and effortless — hypnotic, even — and the connection of your lips was reforming the burned bridge that linked you. The sweet scent of your skin made JJ grin and the velvety feel of your skin against his rough fingertips felt familiar; It was everything that he’d been craving for the last few months.

As he swiped his tongue across your lip, you pulled back to rest your forehead against his. His eyes were glittering like ice, as always. The intimacy of the moment felt so perfect, you didn’t want to say anything to ruin it, but you hadn’t gotten any rest all night, and you doubt JJ had either. “JJ, let’s lay down, okay?”

He hummed to you, his grin not faltering. He knew nothing more than kissing would happen tonight, but the thought of just sleeping in the same bed as you made him fidgety. JJ played with the strings on his sweatpants as he waited for you to finish getting dressed, having pulled on his shirt in the meantime. When you called for him to come out to your room he grinned, seeing you sitting on your bed while wearing one of the old tee’s he had left for you. You patted the space on the bed next to you for JJ to lay down with you. Once he walked over and slid under the covers with you, you both laid on your sides to look at each other. You reached for his hand, his fingers lacing with yours as he inspected your small hand enveloped in his.

“You never took that ring off, either,” he mumbled. The cold metal of the ring pressed against your skin, the one with JJ’s initials engraved in it that he had given you for one of your small anniversaries. You saw his matching one on his finger, the black metal had your own initials carved in. You let your gaze fall back on his face, seeing for the first time how tired his eyes were and the darkness underneath them.

“It's weird to lay like this, isn't it?” You asked with a small laugh, dropping JJ’s hand as he cracked a smile and shook his head. He would have slept on a pile of rocks if it meant that he would be close to you. You jumped as the thunder cracked violently and lightning illuminated the room. JJ opened his arms and you crawled over to him, his arms encircling you to hold you against him. Resting your head against his heart, you felt JJ press his lips against your hair and a wave of warmth washed over the both of you.

“I remember just how much you hated storms. I know you could never sleep when they happened,” JJ mumbled to you while tilting his head back to look at your figure, completely relaxed against him in the darkness. You opted to set your chin on his chest to meet his eyes. “Are you glad I came tonight? Or do you hate me even more, now?”

Even in the shadow of midnight, you could still see the sparkle of JJ’s eyes and the outline of his angular cheeks. His eyes searched yours in the second of silence before your response. “I’m so incredibly happy you came, J.” You moved almost imperceptibly, positioning yourself so that your face was slightly above JJ’s while his hands shifted from their previous position down to lay on your hips. You slid your fingertips along his jaw and lowered your lips to meet his as your eyes fluttered closed. JJ kissed you delicately, his lips sliding like velvet against your own. Your hand slid to the back of his head to tangle itself into his golden locks, his lips parting as you did. Butterflies erupted in JJ’s stomach and heat rose to his cheeks — it felt like the first time you had ever kissed him, and his head was dizzy from desire. The two of you laid like that for hours, your mouths moving together carefully, both of you entranced by one another yet again.

Finally, with JJ’s hand locked in yours, your world has stopped crumbling beneath your feet.

~tagging some moots~

@starlightstarkey @starksweasleymain @softstarkey @drewswannabegirl @shawnssongs @hmspxgue @livinglikepogues @jjsredhat @jjsbxtch @jjsmaybcnk @topperthorntons @obx-direction-sos @aesthetic-lyss @jiaraendgame

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Journal of the Bruised || Sirius Black

Pairing: Sirius Black x Fem!Reader

Marauders Era

Word Count: 2.9k

Summary: In which Sirius gets fascinated by the spitfire witch after reading her hopes and goals in a research journal.

Warnings: slight wounds, swearing, anxious thoughts, mentions of toxic parents, suggestive flirting, making out, me abusing my prompts I'm supposed to use for twelve different fanfics... (i think that's it, please tell me if I missed something.)

y/h/c=your hair color

y/l/n=your last name

y/n=your name (or just yeen:))

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You carefully step over some gigantic vines as you stroll around the forbidden forest. With a journal on your hand, wand in your pocket, and the bright moonlight over your head, you crouch down to get a closer look at some thorny branches and see a gleaming strand of unicorn hair entangling within it. You carefully save it in your pocket for your potions ingredients collection.

You stand up to get back to the castle without anyone noticing because getting detention would be a blow. You increase your pace, a hoard of centaurs being the least of your woes, considering the distant howls you've been hearing.

Your fear of getting in trouble at Hogwarts is just a result of your parent's high expectations, but you'll risk it for the sake of adding something to your journal. You love going to the woods at night just to pick a rare plant, animal hair, or at lucky nights, beast eggs. The moon is so bright you don't need to pull your wand out to illuminate the path.

Within a heartbeat, a loud thundering howl followed by ground-quaking steps electrify your spine. Instinct tells you to run immediately but the feel of something else's presence just several meters away glues your feet to the ground. You slowly reach for your wand as you turn. There's nothing there, but it feels like you're being watched.

A small rat came running near your direction as you inhale deeply, backing up towards the shadows just in case. A huge stag suddenly appears from where the rat came from, followed by an enthusiastic bear...no wait, you squint hard and could make up a large dog. The howling returns but this time, it's louder and scarier. Shivers overwhelm you as a full size werewolf came out of the shadows. Your free hand fly towards your mouth to stifle your terrified gasp.

You move away but not carefully enough, swearing all of them looked at your direction. The next second, you're running for your life, not daring to look back. All you know is that not only the werewolf is coming your way, but also the stag and the dog, and you don't care why. Nothing else matters as you make efforts not to scream nor show your face. It becomes harder for you through the thorny vines, wincing as the branches sting you.

Nobody can know you've been breaking the rules, not if it means getting many wounds or getting devoured alive. Nobody can know, or else your parents may force you to quit your hobbies and start preparing for work at the ministry. Oh you'd rather be dead than live without your passion.

The fear and panic about your future drives you out of the forest, not realizing until you find yourself catching breaths and applying pressure on wounds. You sit on the ground, listening to the distant howling that nearly became the last thing you heard. You check your pockets, your wand and the unicorn hair is still there.

"Damnit! Where's my journal?" You whisper-shout, bitter expression from your stinging wounds and the years long research now gone. Having the urge to lay there and cry until morning, you have no choice but to sneak back in the castle.

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"Who do you think that bloke was, Prongs?" Sirius asks as they sit beside Remus's hospital wing bed. "Doesn't matter now, does it? Whoever they are, they shouldn't have been idiotic enough to take a walk in the forest during a full moon," James says rather loudly.

"How 'bout you, Moons, who do you bet was it?" Peter pipes up.

"Doesn't matter, I could've killed them, worse, I could've bitten them," Remus says weakly.

Sirius brushes it off with a whole new full-proof plan for the next full moon. Something that Remus doesn't look forward to, but somehow enjoy with his friends' company. The marauders later spends the whole weekday morning in the hospital wing with the food Sirius, James and Peter got from the kitchens. The topics change each moment, until James finds a way to mock Sirius with his failed attempts at flirting with you.

"Just go talk to her!" James says between laughs.

"She doesn't even acknowledge me."

"I don't think so, it was only last quidditch practice when I heard her yell, suck it Black, when you got hit by a bludger." James, Remus and Peter laughs as Sirius's eyes widen.

Before Sirius could retort, "I gotta go prepare for my date with Evans now." James suddenly gets up, hastily messing up his hair and pocketing some sweets as his friends laugh at his ridiculous behavior.

"I'll stay here and finish these," Peter says while munching on some toast.

"I still want to know who's the owner of the journal I found a while ago. You sure you'll be good here, mate?" Sirius asks, to which Remus replies with a nod and goodluck.

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You're trying out spells to hide your puffy eyes from crying throughout dawn, frustratedly healing wounds. You don't want to miss breakfast to avoid suspicion, but it's hard to act normal. You finally look decent enough to your liking, but the potion made from the ingredients in your trunk did not do well on a gash on the back of your right hand, leaving a bruise. You decide to hide it in your Hogwarts robes and eat breakfast quickly.

After breakfast, you find yourself staring at the raven haired boy at the end of the hallway. Not that you expect him to care or notice you, but an inch of hope is still there. His usual unkempt hair that touches his face with such grace is just one of the many things you find attractive about him, but there was something different this time. He was holding a book, a very unusual thing to see since it's weekend.

You gasp as you walk closer in his direction, it's your journal. The thing you poured hardwork on, contains researches, discoveries and a list of dreams that had been ridiculed by your own parents. It was an extension of your soul, and it was being held by the Sirius Black.

He noticed you staring. "What's your deal, y/l/n, did you ran out of ridiculous potions to dye your hair y/h/c?"

You snap back from your thoughts. "Just a near-death experience, Black. And for the record, my hair is naturally y/h/c."

You turn around with a pounding heart. How did he find the journal? Did he read the contents? Was it that embarrassing?

Sirius watched you walk away. What does she mean by near death experience?

He looks at the journal, scans it for the second time since he found it this dawn. It's well-written and perfectly organized. He could swear he had seen the handwriting before, and the initials scribbled at the first page. Sirius decides to follow you to see if his guess is right.

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You sit on a part of the Hogwarts grounds away from other students, having trouble figuring out how did Sirius got your journal.

"You could've just told me this was yours."

You almost got a whiplash with Sirius's voice appearing out of nowhere. You just stared at him, examining his sharp features under the sun.

"What do you want?"

"Do you want this back?" he says, lightly waving the journal in front of you.

With a sigh, you spoke softly, "yeah. Can I have it now?"

"No."

"What?" You ask in disbelief, standing up to look at his silvery eyes.

"No, you have to reach it."

You want to whip out your wand and Accio the journal but Sirius's grin made you reach out as he waves it high above your head.

"What's wrong with your hand?" You freeze and hastily adjust your sleeves to cover it.

"You know what, I'm going back to the castle," you say half-heartedly.

"Who did this to you? I'll hex them."

"A tree branch. I would very much enjoy watching you hex it. You'll look more stupid than you already are."

"As much as I love the idea, let me see your hand first. Sirius's gentle voice almost melted you while reluctantly showing the bruise on the back of your hand. Sirius holds it, muttering an incantation under his breath. The bruise disappears in an instant.

You fill up with sudden gratitude and mixed emotions.

"I owe y—"

"No you don't. I'm doing this because I want to, deal with it. Now, tell me where you hurt yourself. Then I'll let you have your journal back."

"Why do you care anyways? I told you, I got hurt from a tree branch."

"That bruise is a cause of a potion applied on a deep gash lacking the proper incantation. What were you doing in the forbidden forest?"

"Speaking from experiences, are we, Black?" You say, highly amused. "I was just wandering around and dropped it. Are you done?"

"No, I know the easiest kind of lying is when you leave things out of a story. You could've been bitten or got killed. You're lucky Prongs and I saw you first."

You almost choked. "Excuse me? I don't know what you're talking abou—"

"I was there, me and my friends. It's a long story, y/n, so could you start first?" Your cheeks heat up at the sound of Sirius saying your first name.

"I don't think you'll understand, I'm my parent's disappointment, I'm the opposite of what they want me to be. Instead of doing my purpose, I'm out here wasting my time, trying to cope using the dumbest ways possible." You start venting out as you sit on the grass beside him.

"Believe me, I know exactly what that feels like, love." They both mentally freeze as the words slip though his mouth.

"I go through the forest just to write about the things I find there. Something I couldn't get from sitting in the library. That journal contains my hard work."

"I can tell. It's impressive and elaborate."

"Uhm, thanks. Y-you wouldn't tell anyone I was in the forest, would you?" You say hesitantly.

"If I'd tell the professors about your midnight strolls, I might as well be turning the marauders in for expulsion."

"Marauders?"

"It's my turn to explain," Sirius utters with a sigh.

You watch the handsome boy talk about his friends; how they had to transform into Animagi for the sake of keeping their friend's company—which greatly impressed you—and their mischievous whereabouts. You've never heard Sirius speak this gentle.

There so many things you wanted to say, but can't form words. "Sirius..."

His eyes meet yours for the first time you mentioned his name, and it's in a tone that he wouldn't trade for the world.

"...can I visit Remus?" you continue.

He smiles at you—a genuine smile that made your heart leap—and takes you back to the castle without a word. He gives the journal to you on the way.

Your steps are slow and steady, as if the air has never been more comfortable. You finally got to the hospital wing, and see Remus lying in bed, reading a book next to a pile of sweets his friends placed there. He looks at the two of you with a questioning stare.

"Remus, I... I was the person who saw you in the forest. Sirius told me about..."

"I'm sorry."

You felt taken aback with Remus's response.

"No, I should be sorry, I wasn't thinking. I shouldn't have been sneaking around late at night."

"That's actually a difficult habit to stop, y/n. Not that I tried," Sirius pipes up, earning chuckles from you and Remus.

You eventually become good friends with the marauders. Remus is glad you become friends because of his condition, and not inspite of it. Sirius would always ask about your day, which earns a lot of teases from James. You would still walk through the forbidden forest sometimes, but Sirius is always there to accompany you.

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Your NEWTs were coming near and Remus studied with you in the Gryffindor common room. It was late at night and completely silent, except for your small discussions about some topics. Several minutes pass and you find yourself talking about your feelings for Sirius, to which Remus never fail to respond with the best advices.

"Sometimes I wonder if Sirius feels the same..."

"You don't have to wonder," Remus says.

"Why?"

"Because he's right behind you." You almost jump as you hear him speak. "Mind to take a break from studying, y/n?"

You look at Remus, who shrugged with a smile. You get up and take a walk with Sirius. It was a comfortable silence, casually avoiding spots where you know people can see you and get you in detention. Your mind was going places thinking about a possible future with him. You didn't even realize you're in the astronomy tower if it wasn't for the sudden hug if cold air. You watch his eyes sparkle under the stars, standing at the huge overview of the tower.

"You wanna know how I feel about you?" You gulp at the way he broke the silence. You don't think you'll ever be ready to know. Your eyes finally met and it sent your bones to flames.

"I love you, y/n. And I've never felt more sure about anything in the world, fuck that, you are my world." The sincerity in his tone melted your brain, you couldn't string up a word.

"I can't believe we're finally here." Your throat starts to tighten with the struggle of words. "I was so scared to lose you, but I was also scared to say anything."

"Does that mean...?"

"Face first to the point and you still missed it. Of course I love you too, you idiot!"

You laugh as you jump into his arms, he gladly hugs you tight. The warmth and comfort that you felt contrasting to the cold night air felt so right.

"Hogsmeade, this weekend?" He whispers to your ear which sends shivers through your spine.

"Yes, but I don't wanna end up in detention after that."

"That's also a good idea for a first date."

You let go of the hug to look at his face.

"There's a fine line between liking you and wanting to hex you to oblivion."

"And I cross it everytime."

"Oh yes you do."

"You love it though."

"Hmm...yes I do."

With one meaningful look in his face, you press your lips against his. It's soft and gentle, firm and promising. His hand cups your face, thumb caressing your cheek. You wrap your arms around his warm body, feeling his heartbeat under his perfectly chiseled chest. After what seems like a beautiful forever, you pull away. The second you back up, a whistle and cheering made you jump.

"Prongs, Wormtail, what the hell are you doing here?" Sirius called the crackheads by the door.

"We saw you in the map, thought we've come to see the show," James says smugly.

"Want a treacle tart, y/n?" Peter says while holding half a dozen of them.

"No thanks I—"

"Hey, I thought you snuck out to the kitchens to get those for me?" You hear the distant voice of Remus, who clearly made an effort to leave his studies just to get his friends away from trouble.

"Nah Moons, 'tis the best part right here, I wanna know if Sirius messed this up," James continues with such a bright tone.

"Oh sod off, mate!" Sirius laughs as Remus take the two grown children away.

"Where were we?" You coo.

His lips brush yours passionately, like a fiery tease. You barely had a second to react and you already granted his tongue in the seam of your lips. He delved in your mouth, making you breathless. Your arms travels up to tangle around his neck to his luscious black hair. He pulls you even closer and you inhale sharply as his lips form into a smirk. He began peppering your neck with delicate kisses. You can't get enough of it, you let out pleasured tones that feels like godly music to him.

"Please, Siri... I need you."

"Absolutely, love. I will be gentle and make sure you can still walk after."

"I have seen your exes walk, no you won't," you reply. He chuckles between kisses that turned you on even more. The rest of the night will forever be one of the best things you've ever experienced.

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After graduating, you and Sirius joined the Order, fighting with and for each other.

One day, you and Sirius comes home from an Order mission, you have a slight bruise on your hand after falling over once in a duel with a Deatheater.

"What's wrong with your hand?" Sirius asks. Your lips forms a smile at the sudden flashback of his words.

"It's not holding yours," you reply. He lets out a bark of laughter as he checks your hand. His laugh is the nicest thing to watch and listen to.

"Wanna know what's wrong with your hands?" you ask him.

"Hmm?"

"They're not around my neck." Before you even finish the sentence you both are already laughing loudly.

He did fix what's wrong with his hand later that day, which you absolutely love.

You continue writing all your researches on your journal as you participate in the war. It all paid off because of Sirius, despite your parents' disapproval. You're with him and that's all that matters.

You eventually publish several informative books, with Sirius always by your side to support you. You both are proud of the fact that your books became the foundation research for Damocles Belby in creating the wolfsbane potion.

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