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hollewdz · 27 days

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Quinn and Jaz - Ch 1

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Quinn sometimes wondered if she was cursed.

Not with a big, life-altering curse; she didn’t believe she was important enough for one of those. She wondered if someone, somewhere, decided she was worth fucking with, and decided, every day, to do little things to make her life just that much harder. Right now, she was wondering if this mystery-being decided to make her bus late.

Pacing a circle into the snow at the bus stop, a flash of ice bit at Quinn’s heel. Looking down, she saw a pathetic old winter boot, ripped at the seam and gulping in muddy ice slush.

“Because the bus being late just wasn’t fun enough, huh?” she griped, trying and failing to shake the ice from her boot. She hated this. Hated these long, exhausting days of classes and overtime shifts, which would have been bearable, if the damn bus was even half as efficient as she was.

A long, forced sigh shot into the air in a dramatic cloud. Instead of standing around for 20 minutes in the cold for a slimy bus, she could walk for 15 minutes back to her apartment. It would suck, but at least she could choose the suckiness she had to deal with. Briskly trudging her way through the slush and muck on the cracked sidewalks home, chunky snowflakes began drifting through the air around her. Quinn wanted to cry, but refused to permit herself the catharsis. She’d been through so much worse; and heavy college textbooks, a long shift at Shelly’s, a late bus, a broken shoe and walking in the snow was nothing compared to that.

This isn’t for forever, Quinn’s calming mantra surfaced in her mind. It’s not even for the next 20 minutes. Get home and you can take a steaming hot shower and have some soup.

Slowing to a stop at a crosswalk, Quinn nearly tripped on a wet heap of something piled right next to the crosswalk button. What the hell? After mashing the button a few times, she used her good boot to shove some of the snow away. A pile of soaking wet clothes, some sneakers and an expensive-looking bag stared back glumly at her.

Who would strip in this weather? Crouching down to balance sitting on her ankles, she unzipped the bag and rummaged through it. Tugging out a heavy metal clip wallet, tapped out the cards to see that this bag -and presumably outfit- belonged to…

“...Jasper Ross” she breathed absent-mindedly. Why does that sound familiar? Quinn was hardly a socialite, and she only knew the names of the people she had to deal with for projects and such. There was a sudden stirring from the pile of clothes. With a yelp reminiscent of a scared chihuahua, Quinn splashed clumsily from her half-perch-half-crouch into a slush of muddy ice. Oh God, a rat?? Not even caring that her backside was now soaking wet, Quinn tried and failed to push herself away from the nest of laundry, her old worn boots refusing to grip the ice. Then, she heard the most peculiar noise that gave her pause- an almost unhearable, muffled shout came from within the pile of clothes. “What the fuck?! Where am I?”

Quinn’s eyes grew wide as she saw a… a… tiny guy. There was a tiny guy, emerging from the pile in front of her. Frozen in place, Quinn couldn’t tear her eyes away, she needed to download every bit of information about this new phenomena in front of her.

He looked proportionate, and fit. Even, golden-brown skin with a mop of dark brown hair. He seemed to be assessing his surroundings, hands exploring the fabric around him. He could have been muttering something, too, but Quinn wasn’t close enough to hear. Miniscule eyes finally swiveled towards Quinn, and for a moment Quinn thought he looked quite a lot like an action figure with how still he went. His face slowly traced from her boots to finally meet her bewildered gaze.

A long silence yawned between the two- Quinn had no idea how to approach this situation. Usually she’d blame her awkward personality, but she figured most people would be struggling for words right about now. Thankfully, she didn’t need to worry about what to say.

“Oh hell no,” the man said with an exasperated groan. He began to rub his eyes vigorously. Quinn blinked. “Excuse me?” “Hey, lady, um, I think my vision is fucked. You look absolutely massive,” the man stated plainly. He righted himself and offered another comment, “And not in, like, a fat way. It’s like, a sky-scraper, ‘massive’ way. You think you could call an ambulance for me? That bitch from last night probably drugged me.” She ignored anything that could have been implied. Quinn’s throat had gone dry from the cold, but she managed to force out a response.

“Your vision has nothing to do with it. You’re, like, a borrower, dude,” Quinn half laughed. She had no clue how to react to this. The laughter built into a chuckle, then a full-blown fit. “W-what the fuck!” She managed to say between laughs of disbelief. She slapped her gloved hands firmly clasped over her mouth, failing to quell her convulsive laughter. She felt a heat begin to rise in her face, and darted her eyes along the street, head on a swivel. Thank god there’s no people around. “Lady, you’re a total psycho,” the diminutive man offered, going back to scrubbing his eyes.

A lazy snowflake slowly drifted down and planted atop the man’s head. Quinn steadied her breathing, watching him reach up and break a bit of the snowflake off in a crystal shard and then melt in his doll-sized hand.

“Hm.” He started shivering then, enough for Quinn to notice. In fact, her own jeans had been soaking in ice-water since she slipped, and it was becoming very clear she needed to take control of the situation before things got worse.

Drawing in a deep breath and loosing a cloud of fog into the chilled air, Quinn composed herself as well as she could manage. Chill out, he’s just…some guy. A very, very small guy, but still, she thought. She closed her eyes and breathed, then looked back to the doll-sized man. “Are you Jasper Ross?” she asked, holding up his wallet and sliding out his ID for him to see.

“First of all, looking through other peoples’ things is pretty invasive- but yes, that’s me. Secondly,” he pointed at her, “no one calls me ‘Jasper’. Ew. It’s Jaz.” He ran his hands over the folded cloth in front of him to dry his hands, and started rubbing his arms sharply. “Seriously, it’s too fucking cold out.”

Quinn started feeling a bit bad for Jasper- or, Jaz, despite him being all sorts of rude. He was the size of a hamster, of course the cold would be biting at him hard. “Do you have any place I could take you to-”

“No,” Jaz shot, slumping into a grumble. “No I don’t.”

“For real?” Quinn furrowed her brow. “I would offer to take you to, like, the police, but I don’t think you’d like it there, either.”

“So you’re abducting me?”

“I’ll take you to the police station if you want.”

Jaz thought for a moment. “Yeah, I’d rather not be a lab rat. Do you have a place?”

“Wuh- me?” Quinn sat back again, but this time in shock at how forward he was being. A gust of icy wind made her shudder, and the cold concrete was making her legs go numb. “I-I mean, I do have a place, but-”

“Perfect, take me there.”

“I’m not ready for, uh, company-”

“Lady, I’m about to freeze to death, that doesn’t matter.”

Quinn pursed her lips, holding her breath. He does look like he’s in the early stages of popsicle… And, realistically, what’s the worst that can happen? Pinching the crease between her brows and sighing, she shifted and replaced the wallet in the bookbag. “Fine. Just let me plan out how to carry everything, alright?”

“Roger that, Goliath,” Jaz shot back, gathering fabric to cloak himself, making him look even smaller than before. “What is your name, anyway, lady?”

Quinn was unamused by Jaz’s nickname. “What a skill, you guessed it right on the very first try. People usually say I look more like a Gulliver, though.” She finished packing up Jaz’s bag and swung it over her vacant shoulder. How should I tackle the clothes?

“I think you look like a perfect Goliath. Same stature, and all,” Jaz quipped.

“Quinn. Is my, uh, name,” she offered lamely, rolling her eyes. “So. I assume you’re naked. And you’re standing in the middle of the clothes. I dunno what to do, champ.”

“You can’t just grab everything all at once?”

She gave a huff, “All of that shit is like 20 pounds, it’s soaked. Maybe I can shove it in your bag? I don’t want to ruin anything-”

“Just do that, then, I can get a new bag.”

Quinn’s eyes went wide at how wasteful of a thought that was, even if he could have been joking. She was slightly angry on behalf of the bag. “Whatever, it’s your shit. You want to go in the bag too?”

“You literally just said it’s freezing and soaked.”

“Well then I guess you’re walking,” Quinn huffed, growing tired of his less-than-pleasant attitude.

“Can’t you just…” Jaz trailed off, eyeing her gloved hands. He lingered there, and… gulped? Quinn couldn’t really tell. “What if you let me have your glove?”

“You’re naked.”

“And freezing.”

Quinn looked down at her left hand for a long, disgusted moment. The gloves were the only things she had that were actually high quality- a gift from her younger brother. Her eyes scrunched tight at the thought of them being treated the same way this guy treated his bag. She summoned her courage, “You have to be clean. If you get them dirty you own me new ones.”

“God, is that not obvious? Anyway hurry it up, this isn’t funny anymore. It’s getting actually painful to be this cold.”

Quinn was surprised by how quickly he offered to pay for the gloves, and would have been suspicious he was lying if not for how disinterested he seemed by it. She pushed a finger under the cuff of her left glove, got it halfway up her hand, then pinched and tugged the glove off from her middle finger. She quickly went to lay it down next to Jaz, but stuttered when she saw how her hands truly dwarfed him.

Quinn had never felt big, compared to anything before. Even though she was taller than average, her nature was to minimize herself; withdraw until no one could tell she took up any space at all. So much of her life was dedicated to remaining unseen, that she might have convinced herself that she didn’t even exist.

Maybe that was why she grew queasy at seeing the truly baffling difference in size between them, why she felt more than ever that she had to shrink smaller than this finger-sized man before her. She basically lost sight of him behind her hand, as if there wasn’t a tiny person in the heap of clothing at all.

She ripped her hands back from the glove as if it had burned her, “Whatever, don’t worry about the glove. Just get in and yell when you’re good to go.” She slouched and waited for him to call out, shrugging his bag back to the ground and unzipping it. She heard a muffled Okay let’s get a move on, and she pinched the opening of the glove to hover it above the clothes, then used her free hand to quickly and clumsily shove the sopping outfit into his really nice bag.

She was able to ignore that queasy feeling with Jaz out of sight, thankfully. She tried to be as careful as she could standing up, figuring the best way to keep her gloves clean was to give Jaz a steady ride so he wouldn’t blow chunks, and she slipped the glove gingerly into one of her winter coat’s inner pockets. Still, the thought of Jaz spilling his guts didn’t stop her from basically jogging home- the promise of soup had never been so desirable.

__________ Chapter 2

This drawing is from like, 2020 and is definitely more of a concept image than 100% accurate X] I'll have to redraw it! I've actually been sitting on this story for so long, and I've gone back and forth about whether or not I wanted to do a comic or not, I just decided "fuck it write the damn thing and go from there" so here we are! :3

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jordanmoreau · 5 months

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Nothing In Particular

limoreau au; → in which two strangers come to understand one another as friends and (perhaps) as something more♡ 1,6k words

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“Can you not be a jack ass for like, 5 minutes?” Marie grumbles weakly, her slender fingers lazily stirring the spoon that sat in her half drunken coffee. It must have been almost cold by now, the foam now separated and sad.

Her eyes never strayed from the window opposite where her and Emma sat, watching absentmindedly as leaves swayed and danced down from the trees above. Her friend snorted lightly next to her, nudging Marie’s leg with her foot jovially.

“C’mon, can’t you take a joke? she chirps. Her notes are left forgotten in front of her, half of them threatening to fall off on top the slabbed floor. They were barely legible due to the excessive highlighter however Emma insisted she could read them perfectly. Marie didn’t believe her.

“If you're interested in them, why don’t you just go over and say hi?” she says, as though its as easy as that. She begins scrunching up her face when Marie protests, “they’re not going to bite your head off, top ten or not”.

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Emma was referring to a certain bi gender student that now occupied the furthermost booth inside the tiny cafe they had begun to frequent since the beginning of the semester.

It was a few weeks before that Marie had decided to give the new spot a try. She had sighed shakily to herself before entering, bracing herself for the certain conversation at the counter. The bell above the door chimes as she opens the door and it startles her a little. Did she always have to be so on edge, she thinks.

She orders at the counter with ease (a chai oat latte, extra cinnamon). Whilst waiting she leans against the counter, hugging her self tightly from inside her jacket.

Her head turns as she studies her surroundings curiously. It’s quiet apart from one other person, their mass of dark curls falling across their forehead as they bowed their head, clearing immersed in whatever they were reading. A pair of round wire rim glasses sit on the table in front of them along with a small pouch of pens and a stack of textbooks. Marie can make out 'Hero Ethics' in bold on the side of one of them, the rest of the words escaping her vision.

As if feeling eyes on them, the strangers head suddenly shifts, wet brown eyes coming into view as they peer upward. Marie's cheeks feel hot and she hurriedly turns away, feeling caught and almost knocks her order off the counter with her arm. She pulls her bag higher up on shoulder with a grimace and picks up her drink. A beeline for the nearest window table, she doesn't look back over for fear of making eye contact.

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Over the next few visits Marie catches herself looking for the stranger in the corner. Her bottom lip snagged subconsciously between her teeth and a ridiculous amount of caffeine under her belt.

The stranger never looked the same twice in one week, she realized. On one day she’d entered to find them leaning back nonchalantly, legs spread in a comfortable manner. One hand held a book with ease, the other playing with their hair. It was short, slightly wavy and swept back off their face. A necklace that hung around there neck was balancing against their lip as though placed there as they read and a jacket was draped across their broad shoulders.

The next week, she almost missed them. Marie could tell it was the same person instinctively, the same blue jacket slung over the back of the booth and a sleek curtain of raven black hair falling against their cheeks in a little bob. She watched intently as the stranger pouted softly, pausing their note taking and reaching up to tuck a strand of hair behind their ear. They seemed to think for a while, twirling their pen between their fingers before returning to the page.

Marie liked the way their hair sat prettily around their face, the way their shoulders tensed slightly or when they chewed absentmindedly on their pen.

She didn’t know what was so magnetic about this stranger; maybe it was nothing in particular.

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It was the day before last that Marie had chosen to peek at the stranger again, only tilting her head slightly and peering through her eyelashes. Her heart faltered though when she realized they had met her gaze. This caused her mouth to run dry and she felt a pang of panic rise in her stomach.

Their head tilted slightly to one side almost cat-like, the corners of their mouth twitching almost like a smile was threatening to break through. Marie silently cursed herself for being so nosy and decided to concentrate on her work, head ducking down. She almost dove head long into her latte in an attempt to seem busy, the cinnamon causing her to cough lamely as she inhaled it.

By the end of her study session (Marie had persevered, very bravely she thought) she had completed a few pages of work for her intro to Hero Ethics class. She blows on the pages from a short distance, hoping to hurry along the ink drying. The bell above the door chimes behind her and she flinches only to notice that the booth in the corner was now empty.

“Chai latte, extra cinnamon?” the server appears at her table, cradling a cup and saucer. Marie frowns with confusion, finger tips tapping her empty cup.

“I didn’t order anything, I’m sorry,” she says, to which the server shakes the head.

“It’s been paid for,” they say, gently setting it down. Marie freezes for a second at that before thanking the server. She tries to push away the butterflies in her stomach, giving the cafe one last scan before returning to her notes.

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“It must’ve been them!” Emma says loudly. Marie’s gives her a tight lipped expression in return, causing Emma to roll her eyes with a playful grin.

“You know I could introduce you,”

Marie almost gets whiplash from how quickly her head snaps up at that. “You know them?” she whispers, almost afraid of them hearing her from across the room.

Emma mumbles something incoherent, gesturing with her fingers.

“Vaguely,” Marie scoffs at that. Emma throws her a look of indignation. “I do!”.

Emma knew of them. She recognized their face from the rankings board, nearly tackling Marie when she told her about the 'mysterious booth stranger' with the unreadable demeanor.

Today, the stranger was hunched over their table with their head down. Marie assumed that they were writing something urgent, a paper perhaps. They had barely looked up, hand gliding over each page without stopping.

Marie hadn’t looked over hardly at all that day, bringing Emma along for a good distraction. Besides, the girl was always a good friend to have around. Unfortunately she also had a habit of never letting anything go. Marie swallows.

“Do you have a pen I can borrow?”

Marie’s trance is broken, the gentle cadence new and almost musical. It was the stranger from the booth. They were in their male form, expression controlled and brows knitted together. Marie couldn’t help but stare for a moment, mouth slightly ajar before Emma interjected.

“Marie has one, don’t you Marie?” Emma says, intentionally pushing her own pencil case toward Marie with the end of her pencil. The stranger looks to Emma for a moment before focusing back on Marie.

“Yeah?” they ask, their hip grazing the table as they step closer. Marie, finally snapping out of her momentary daze, pushes the pen in her hand toward them. Their eyes follow Marie’s movement, flitting between the pen and her face.

Marie gives them a tight lipped smile, inwardly urging them to leave. She can’t take the awkwardness she’s exuding. However the stranger suddenly smiles, a small lovely smile. She notices the dimples that appear as they smile wider and her pulse jumps at the sight.

“Thank you, Marie” they say, waving the pen as if to indicate they were taking it. They don’t move for a second, a moment of silence falling across the trio. Emma pretends to clear her throat, leaning across the table.

“And you are…” she asks, her face contorted comically as though she has a lot riding on the answer. Marie felt like she at least, did.

The stranger half smiles again, scratching the back of their head.

“Uhh, Jordan?”they offer, almost posing it as a question. Emma grins, clearly pleased with herself.

“Emma,” she says, using two thumbs to point at herself, “and this is Marie, obviously”

It’s then with a pang of embarrassment that Marie realises Jordan’s eyes haven’t left her face since Emma began talking.

Jordan nods at her and Marie wonders if they’re usually this shy. Emma coughs again as if to alert Marie, eyeing the two exasperatedly.

Jordan smiles again awkwardly, mumbling something about “seeing them around” and wonders off back to their table, pen in hand. Emma smacks her hands dramatically on the table to which Marie jumps. Emma expression screams “are you kidding me” as she jabs a finger at a retreating Jordan.

“Stop,” Marie hisses desperately. Jordan finds their way back to their table, leaning down to test the pen on a loose bit of paper. Presumably pleased, they sit back down. Marie wants to scream at herself. She rubs her face roughly, frustrated.

"Hero Ethics, right?" a voice calls. It's Jordan, leaning across their table with their textbook presented toward Marie. She can read it more clearly now and she realizes that Jordan must be the year above her, maybe even a senior.

Marie nods slowly. She blinks and Jordan's half way across the room already, rounding her table before she can utter an audible response. A folder in hand, Jordan offers it to her. "First year notes," they explain. With a shaky hand, Marie takes them. She smiles, her first proper smile in their presence and meets their gaze.

"Thanks," she says, trying to keep her voice steady. Jordan shrugs coolly.

"Least I can do, freshman".

// authors note: did someone say, slow burn?? I am fairly rusty at writing like this so this was a little daunting to start however I hope this reads well. If this does well, I'll begin writing a part two soon! <3 trust me the study partners will be partnering eventually.

#jordan li #the boys #marie moreau #jordan li x reader #london thor #limoreau #jaz sinclair #derek luh #gen v imagine #gen v x reader #gen v x you #marie x jordan #jordanmoreau writes #imagines #x reader #limoreau fanfic #limoreau au

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kwonzoshi · 6 months

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“We stop them.” Marie said, nerves evident in the quiver of her voice. Jordan glanced at Emma, who was strangely composed about this entire situation. Then again, not everyone reacts the same to homicide.

“Okay, fine. We stop them.” Jordan said, eyes glancing from Emma to Marie. “What’s the plan?”

After taking a few moments to gather themselves, all three of them made their way to the main campus. The air cackled with different degrees of emotion. Anger, fear, frustration, more fear. Jordan, still in their fem form, stole glances at Marie. There were so many unspoken things between them. So many moments they may not get to have.

The walk was quick, and quiet. Before they knew it they made it to The Woods. Only to find that Cate and Sam had already wreaked havoc and left a pile of bodies behind.

“Jesus fucking christ.” Jordan said quietly, huffing a breath. The guard that lay in front of them had his entire face ripped off. It was so grotesque it seemed almost fake, and they knew this was only the beginning. “We have to split up,” Marie started, glancing at Jordan and Emma. “Emma, you clear the performing arts center. Okay, teachers, administration, everyone.” She turned to face Jordan, “Jordan, you sweep the student union.” “There’s a panic button in Shetty’s office.” they looked up at Marie, “Under her desk. It’ll lock down pretty much everything.” Marie released a shaky breath, “Okay, that’s where I’m going.”

They started to make their way toward the entrance, Emma basically sprinting while Jordan and Marie trailed behind. As Emma disappeared from sight, Jordan made the decision to be brave, they might not get another chance. They grabbed Marie’s hand, stopping her. Marie looked down at them, concern and confusion all over her face.

“Hey…” they started, eyes locking onto hers. “Before we go out there, to face whatever the fuck Cate started, I just have something I need to say.” They pulled their hand back, and rubbed it on their pant leg. “Ummm,” they let out a breath, “I know that this whole thing between us hasn’t necessarily been conventional. With everything going on, we really haven’t had the chance to do things the right way but we’re about to face some really big shit. Like, life threatening we could die, shit.” They chuckled dryly, “So I just wanted to say that I’m sorry. I’m sorry for buying into Brink’s bullshit. I’m sorry for rejecting you from the school. I’m just sorry for everything. I needed to make sure I said that to you.” Marie smiled softly down at them, “You have nothing to apologize for, Jordan. You had no reason to believe that man was a piece of shit.” She shrugged, “It happens. People hide things. People suck. But as far as rejecting me from the school, yeah I’m never letting that shit go.” She laughed softly and took a step forward, tucking a loose strand of hair behind Jordan’s ear. “I forgave you the second you batted those beautiful brown eyes at me so… basically the next day. Besides, you’ve made up for it in more ways than one. You fought Golden Boy AND his brother to protect me.” Jordan chuckled, placing their hand on Marie’s waist, “Do not flatter yourself Moreau, I would’ve done that for anyone.” Their expression changed, “If we make it through this, I hope we get a chance to see where this thing goes. A real chance.” They raised a hand and gently stroked Marie’s cheek. “I don’t need to see anything else to know that we’re good together.” She mirrored Jordan’s caress, “I don’t doubt for a second that we’re making it through this. We have to.” “We have to…” they echoed before pulling Marie into a gentle kiss. Their hands moved in sync, cupping the back of each other’s heads gently. As tongue met tongue the kiss deepened, and became more demanding. They both knew that this could be the last time they’d have a chance to share a moment like this, so they dove in headfirst. Marie’s hand gripped Jordan’s shirt as they allowed themselves to be swept away, if only for a moment, by their feelings. They pulled apart, breath catching in their chests and their eyes screaming the things they were too scared to say out loud.

Neither spoke as they went their separate ways, wanting the last thing that they shared to be that sweet intimate moment.

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Jordan stood, a bright smile on their face as they turned to face Marie. They were in their masculine form now, slowly walking toward her. “See?” Marie said, smiling. “We’re good together.” Jordan chuckled as they continued to make their way towards her.

Out of the corner of their eye they saw Cate approaching, arm stretched out.

“NO!” Marie shouted, extending her own hand. Her fingers twitched and Cate’s forearm exploded, sending splatters of blood everywhere. Jordan saw the look of shock on Marie’s face. As if she wasn’t aware that she could do that. Cate’s screams filled the air and that was the last thing they remember before they woke up in an unfamiliar place.

#kwonzoshi #Kwonzoshi writes #gen v #gen v amazon #gen v prime #limoreau #jordan li #marie moreau #jordan x marie #marie x jordan #derek luh #london thor #jaz sinclair #limoreau oneshot #gen v fic #mariejordan #gen v oneshot

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providing-leverage · 5 months

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It's just me and my rarepairs against the world

#is it really a rarepair if you didn't create the ao3 tag?#yes but also the ones you make up are the best #quifox #vox #drew tanaka/jaz anderson #one day I'll actually write about them but for now they live in my head #colin/isaac/michael #janchard #two aces

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perpetualproductions · 3 months

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Just thinking how if Jordan ever wanted to record music, they could duet with themselves...

Like straight up, they have access to two separate vocal ranges. They don't have to worry about finding another person with a voice that compliments theirs and fits the song. And they don't have to deal with scheduling recording sessions (which is always the hardest part, trust me). Am I assuming they can sing because they (most likely) play the guitar? Yes, Yes I am.

I just need Jordan to pull out their phone, sit with their guitar and record an acoustic cover of, idfk- Señorita or something, switching between forms for different parts.

(For Marie, obviously.)

#gen v #jordan li #marie moreau #jordan li headcanons #limoreau drabble #limoreau #just knowing both London and Derek can sing #both of them having recoded music is what made me think of this #blame gen v for having a talented cast #ik Jaz sings but can marie?#hmmm #random thoughts #pb writes

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soemthingsparkly · 24 days

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Chapter 15 of The Hermit Coffee Co. has just gone up!

Talking points for this chapter: Drunken Joel, Water Wasting, and Light Pollution.

#the hermit coffee co.#hermitcraft fanfic #hermitblr #hermitfic #jaz writes #hermitshipping

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jazwritesalot · 2 months

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Mocha Choco Latte - Chapter 6: Epilogue - Chocolate Caramel Cold Brew

Pairing: Kirishima Eijirou/Bakugou Katsuki, KiriBaku Fandom: Boku no Hero Academia, My Hero Academia Rating: Teen & Up Audiences Current Word Count: 30.892 Tags: Aged-Up Characters, AU- College/University, AU- No Quirks, AU- Coffee Shops & Cafes, Barista Bakugou, Actor Kirishima, slow burn, background IzuOcha, mentions of Bakusquad, rated for language, Bakugou Katsuki swears a lot, Bakugou Katsuki is bad at feelings, drinking, house parties, first kiss

Link to AO3

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5

Chapter summary: The movie premiere

Christmas and the New Year passed by in a blur, which meant that the Red Riot movie PR tour was underway, leaving Katsuki Eijirou-less for months. He totally handled it like a pro—he didn’t sulk for weeks and reverted back to pre-Eijirou crabby behavior. Just don’t ask for Deku’s opinion on the matter. At least the two of them were able to text and video call one another pretty frequently.

It also helped that work had picked back up once the semester had started, the steady flow of customers helping the months pass by in what seemed like a blink of an eye. So much so that it was already finals week, and boy were they busy as ever.

Katsuki was in his groove, Dunce Face to the right of him taking orders like a pro. Deku was in the kitchen along with Satou and Cheeks, while Jirou and Iida were zipping in and out of the store with orders. He was in the zone, the cold bar his best friend during the mini heatwave they were having. He added the syrups to the cup, the chocolate and caramel telling Katuski that someone had a hell of a sweet tooth. He topped the glass off with their cold brew, making sure to leave enough room for cream, if the customer so chose.

“One large chocolate caramel cold brew for… ‘Look Up?’” The hell type of name was that? Katsuki followed the direction, expecting to see some sort of snotty punk or a cosplayer as he glanced over the crowd, but his heart stopped as he took in garnet eyes and crimson hair.

“Ei?” he asked, not believing his eyes. Eijirou wasn’t due back for at least another few days.

“Hey ‘Tsuki,” he grinned, sharpened teeth on display. Katsuki handed over the drink, dumbfounded, while Kaminari slid over next to him, elbowing him back to life.

“Go Kacchan. We all got you covered.” He didn’t have to tell him twice—Katsuki ran around the bar and launched himself into Eijirou’s waiting arms. There were a couple oooh’s and awe’s from the patrons as they embraced, but Katsuki ignored them in favor of sharing a brief kiss. He had missed this man like crazy, so sue him for wanting to be affectionate in public. They parted, Eijirou slinging an arm around his shoulders as they left Sugar Rush.

“I thought you weren’t supposed to be back yet.” Katsuki tried to not sound accusatory, but he felt it slipping through the cracks. It wasn’t like he had a countdown prepared or anything…

“I wasn’t, but we had just been waiting around for our flights. Doing sight-seeing and all that. But I realized that I’d rather be here with you, so I pulled some strings.” Earnest, sappy idiot.

“Dunce Face and Soy Sauce Face in on it too?” The sheepish grin he got in response was all he needed to confirm that theory. They continued their walk to Katuski’s apartment, Eijirou talking about all the different people he met and things he got to see while he had been away. It was like there had never been any time apart, which Katuski adored.

“I was thinking, once you drop your stuff off, we can go to that ramen place you like—the one with the spicy tofu.” Katsuki had just opened the door, the two of them entering the apartment, and he had to suppress a groan.

“Eijirou, as much as I would love that, you’ve been gone for five months and I have the apartment to myself for the next four hours. We can eat later.” He was hoping Eijirou would catch on to the underlying meaning, and with the way the other man’s eyes darkened was an indication that he sure did. Katsuki did NOT squeak as he was picked up and the door was kicked shut behind them. But, as he melted into the kiss they shared, Katsuji forgot all about it, ready to get reacquainted with his boyfriend.

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The week ended uneventfully, but Katsuki was full of energy. Today was the day he graduated, and he couldn’t be more excited. He was a little disappointed that his parents weren’t going to be attending the ceremony or after party, but he tried his best to stomp that down. Besides, he had Eijirou, and all his friends, there to support him in the ways they could.

“Don’t you boys just look so handsome!” Auntie Inko exclaimed, dabbing at her eyes with a handkerchief. Deku was standing next to him in their small apartment, biting his lip to avoid crying himself. Even Katsuki felt himself tearing up a bit—he worked his ass off for years for this moment. He didn’t even throw a fit when his Auntie insisted on a photo of the two of them together, leaning in to share the space with Deku.

Once the photos were complete, they piled into his Auntie’s car to head to the University. Eijirou told him he’d meet Katsuki at the ceremony so he could spend time with his family, which only made him pout a bit. But, he didn’t dwell on it for long; he was going to have unfettered access to Eijirou once the movie premiere was over. Which was tomorrow. And he was Eijirou’s plus one.

‘Focus Katsuki,’ he chided himself. He could think about the implications of going public with their relationship later. Today, it was his day. The ride to the University was uneventful, but it gave Katsuki time to redirect his energy toward how proud of himself he was. He had heard for years that he was going to be nothing but a delinquent, so how sweet this victory felt.

“I’m sorry Auntie Mitsuki and Uncle Masaru couldn’t be here,” Izuku whispered low enough that his mother wouldn’t hear, knowing that was a sore spot for her as well as Katsuki.

“Don’t be. I know they’re proud. They’re just busy.” It was the mantra he repeated to himself to stifle the disappointment. “You know, I’m proud of you, ya nerd.”

“Who are you and what have you done with Kacchan?” Deku teased, expertly avoiding the elbow thrown his way. It seemed that they made it in a blink of an eye, and the excitement surged through him all over again. Eijirou had texted him to let him know where he was, and the trio made their way to him.

“Hey ‘Tsuki. Hey Midoriya,” he greeted them both, Katsuki with a kiss and Deku with a fistbump. “Hello ma’am,” he added in Inko’s direction.

“So polite. You chose yourself a keeper, didn’t you, Katsuki?” Inko teased, which earned her a half-hearted snarl and roll of the eyes while his face flushed. “No need to be so formal. You can call me Mama Midoriya if you’d like. Now, Izuku, when is Uraraka supposed to get here?” she asked, turning her attention to her son, which left the two men in their own bubble.

“I’m so proud of you, ‘Tsuki,” Eijirou murmured while his fingers toyed with the medal around Katsuki’s neck.

“Just think, next year we will be doing this all over again, but for you.” He wasn’t sure why he was feeling so bashful suddenly; Eijirou’s praise was too much to deal with in public.

“True. But today is about you, not me.” He leaned in for a quick kiss, to which Katsuki happily reciprocated. “Now,” he started as they separated, “I told Denks not to go overboard today, but I can’t make any promises that he actually listened.”

“Hah! It would be a cold day in hell before Dunce Face didn’t overdo it.” Katsuki could only imagine what was in store for him at the party later.

“Now boys, we better get going if we want to get good seats,” Inko called to them, breaking them away from their conversation. Cheeks was next to her, which meant everyone who was attending the ceremony was there. Eijirou gave Katsuki one last parting kiss before he left with Inko and Uraraka. He and Deku made their way toward the mass of people, being corralled into their respective areas for the grand march into the auditorium.

If Katsuki thought time had been moving crazy fast already, it was nothing compared to now—one second they were standing outside, the next they were seated in the stuffy auditorium, perspiration beading under his cap. There were so many people in this small area, and while Katsuki wouldn’t say he was claustrophobic, it definitely had him on edge.

The emcee was flying through the names of those who were graduating, the Ph.D. candidates first, then the other graduate students before finally beginning on the bachelor degree recipients. Katsuki’s leg was bouncing with pent up energy; there wasn’t any sort of seating arrangement, so they were allowed to line up by major. He figured that being at the front of his section would mean he would be seated closer to the front of the recipients, but as luck had it, he was the absolute last person on his side of the auditorium. Fuckin’ peachy.

Finally the usher made their way to his row, and they made their way to the stage, his name card clutched firmly in his hand. The noise in the auditorium was deafening, most families ignoring the “please hold all applause until the end of the ceremony” that had been advised at the beginning by Chancellor Nezu. He was so close to his target, the person ahead of him getting their photo taken before walking the stage themselves. The flash temporarily blinded him once it was his turn, but he didn’t let it stop him, the adrenaline of this moment finally kicking in. He handed over his name card and made his way to the center of the stage.

“School of Science, bachelors in chemistry, Bakugou Katsuki!” the emcee’s booming voice called out as Katsuki shook hands with the short, balding man that was Chancellor Nezu while receiving the scroll that stood in place of diplomas. He was tunnel-visioned at this point, his focus on the symbolic scroll as he turned and grinned manically at the crowd. He fuckin’ did it! The room was full of polite applause for him, but he swore he could hear Eijirou hollering for him.

Once he got seated, the emcee went into a big spiel about something or another—Katsuki couldn’t focus, nor did he care. His hands were shaking and he knew there were a few tears mixing with the sweat on his face. And when they called for all the new graduates to move their tassels to the left, cheers erupted and chaos ensued as caps were tossed in the air. Classmates hugged one another and there were many tears shed. A sense of peace washed over him as they announced his graduating class. He made it.

As quickly as they all filed into the auditorium, they were ushered out, the staff ready to prepare for the next ceremony. Katsuki couldn’t keep the grin off his face as they were herded like cattle, losing track of Deku in the process. He squinted as they finally exited the building, the sun beating down into his eyes. He felt his phone buzzing in his pocket, and as he pulled it out, he saw that it was a text from Eijirou letting him know where they were at. He made his way over to their new meeting spot, picking up a lost looking Izuku along the way.

“Congratulations baby,” Eijirou smiled as they finally re-congregated, leaning down for a kiss before offering a bouquet of flowers to Katsuki.

“Thanks babe,” Katsuki blushed, taking the flowers.

“You two need a picture! Get close!” Cheeks said, whipping her phone out. As they posed for their picture, waves of gratitude washed over Katsuki—for the man next to him, for his cousin and Auntie, for the woman taking his picture. He wouldn’t have been able to come this far without each and every one of them in some form or fashion.

“We better hurry, or we will miss Kaminari’s party for us,” Deku called over to them as Uraraka texted the pictures she took over to Katsuki.

“We are the party, nerd. Dunce Face can get over it if we’re late.” It finally got to the point that it was sweltering in the regalia, Katsuki shedding the gown as quickly as he could.

“Denks won’t be mad. Knowing him, he’s probably scrambling to get everything ready because he slept in,” Eijirou laughed. He was probably right too. The men returned their gowns, and all five of them piled into Inko’s small car, ready to head to Tape Deck for the party, since their apartment was too small to host all their friends. The car was alight with idle conversation as they made the short drive to the house, Katsuki and Izuku’s excited energy still contagious.

Whatever Katsuki was anticipating as they pulled up to the driveway of Eijirou’s house paled in comparison to what Dunce Face had actually cooked up. There was a giant ‘congratulations!’ banner across the front porch, and you could already feel the music pulsing as they all exited the vehicle. It was then that it dawned on him that he was about to subject his Auntie to one Kaminari Denki. Thank God it wasn’t his own mother.

“Congrats my homo bromos!” Speak of the devil. Hurricane Dunce Face came running down the stairs, Soy Sauce Face and Troll Doll following behind him, and pulled Katsuki and Deku into a hug that Katsuki vehemently fought against.

“Can’t you behave for like, I don’t know, two seconds?” Katsuki griped as he was able to extract himself from Kaminari’s hold.

“He doesn’t know the meaning of that word,” Sero laughed.

“He really doesn’t,” Shinsou sighed as he pulled Kaminari away from the group and to his side.

“That’s totally not true and you all know it,” he pouted before noticing Inko. “Oh m’god I’m so sorry, Ma’am! I’m Kaminari Denki. It’s nice to meet you.”

“Please dear, call me Mama Midoryia.” Auntie continued to introduce herself to the others and Katsuki took the second to breathe.

“You doin’ okay babe?” Eijirou whispered into his hair as he pressed a kiss to his temple.

“I’m fine. Just know this is about to be a long day. And who knows what we will see once we get inside.” He shuddered to think of it, still scarred by Sero’s underwear.

“If it helps, I think Shinsou and Hanta helped him get things ready, so at least he wasn’t entirely left to his own devices.” Thank god for that. They made their way inside the house, and Katsuki was surprised to see that most of the staff of Sugar Rush was there.

“Satou had us get the orders out early this morning and closed up shop for the party,” Kaminari explained as he followed the two into the house. Huh, that was kinda sweet of him. Jirou was in the corner with Camie, both of them drinking out of plastic glasses which Katsuki could only hope was fruit punch and not liquor of some sort. Glasses was engaged in a conversation with the Midoriyas and Cheeks, and Dunce Face was greeting TetsuTetsu and Tokoyami as they showed up late, Tetsu with a case of beer in hand. Tokoyami immediately made a beeline for the stool in the corner of the kitchen, where Katsuki was sure he was going to remain for the rest of the party.

Hours passed by without incident, but the minute that Auntie Inko left to go home, Dunce Face had broken out the alcohol and the “real” party began, according to him. A few other Tape Deck regulars came filtering in, which made Katsuki suspicious that this was about to turn into another gig of Kaminari’s, which immediately was confirmed as the doors to the basement opened. As they migrated downstairs and the live music began, Katsuki felt like he was at home with Eijirou by his side as they moshed and lived life to the fullest.

All of his worries about the next day that had been simmering seemed to melt away as the night progressed and the drinks continued. Whatever came next, he would be able to handle it.

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Katsuki was wrong—there was no way he was going to be able to handle this. The next day came with a hangover of epic proportions and a pit in his stomach that was threatening to claw its way up his throat. The low-level panic that had been thrumming under the surface for about a week now reared its ugly head, causing him to be short with Deku as he was pacing around their apartment.

“For the love of god, Kacchan, calm down before you have an aneurism,” Izuku finally snapped, pushing tylenol and a glass of water in Katsuki’s hand as he guided him to the kitchen table to sit.

“Shut up nerd,” he snarled before downing the pills. “What if he gets embarrassed of me?” The insecurities were bubbling to the surface at a rapid pace, the fear of losing Eijirou too much to fathom.

“I hardly doubt you’re going to do anything to embarrass yourself, or him for that matter. You’re not fifteen anymore, Kacchan. You do have some sense of decorum now.” He had a point; Katsuki may be a hothead, but at least he knew how to control it, for the most part.

“But what if—”

“Stop with the ‘what ifs!’ You’ve been at this since you woke up! He likes you enough to want the world to know.” Izuku’s glare softened as he took in the wide-eyed fear that was blanching Katsuki’s face. “I know it can be scary, but I know you’re just as crazy about him as he is you.”

“I just want to be the best partner I can be. And you know how crowds make me.” Public speaking, and events where all eyes were on him, always made him squirm uncomfortably, no matter how much practice he had growing up.

“Just focus on Eijirou—I’m sure he’ll have your back. And I’m sure that if it gets to be too much he’ll know exactly what to do. You just have to let him know.” Damn the nerd and his ability to make things make sense. “Now, he will be here in an hour and you look like death warmed over. Get your ass in gear and get ready.”

“Oh fuck off,” he rolled his eyes. “Thanks, by the way.” Izuku just nodded at him, turning his attention back to prepping for his watch party with Cheeks, Dunce Face, and Eyebags.

Katsuki rushed to prepare himself, showering quickly then dressing in the suit that Eijirou had picked out for him, much to his dismay. Thankfully it wasn’t as much of a fashion disaster as it could have been, given EIjirou’s love of bold patterns. The dark slacks and deep red button down were accentuated by a vest with white roses on it. He was surprised there wasn’t a jacket, but he wasn’t going to question it.

By the time he finished popping in his contacts and applying some eyeliner, there was a knock at the door, signaling that Eijirou was there to pick him up. He scrambled to the front room, making sure he grabbed his phone, keys, and wallet, and opened the door to see Eijirou looking as dashing as ever in his charcoal grey suit. His hair was tied back tastefully and he had a bashful smile on his face as he took in Katsuki.

“You look great—”

“Damn Ei, you’re so handsome—”

They blinked as they talked over one another before both men burst out laughing. Why was Katsuki so nervous anyway? This was his Eijirou; the silly man he had fallen head over heels for. So what if they were going public with their relationship? It wouldn’t change a damn thing.

“As much as I’d love to stay here with you, we probably should get going so we aren’t late.” Katsuki nodded, slipping his shoes on and following Ei outside while throwing up the middle finger as Deku wished them good luck and to have a great time on the way out. Katsuki blinked when he saw the limousine.

“Perks of the job, I guess?” Ei shrugged sheepishly.

“Idiot,” Katsuki smiled fondly, sliding into the vehicle. Eijirou followed, his hand immediately finding the other’s and holding it securely. His palm was slightly sweaty and it was then that Katsuki realized that Ei must be just as nervous as he was. “Hey, we’ve got this,” Katsuki assured the both of them, “if shit goes south, we bail and just let those extras think what they want to. Today is about you.”

“Thanks Katsuki,” Eijirou smiled, leaning over and pressing a chaste kiss to his lips. Katsuki found himself chasing after his lips once they parted, which earned him a hearty laugh from Eijirou. The anxiety that he had been feeling all morning seemed to melt away as he sat hand-in-hand with Ei, the silence not oppressive but comforting.

As they approached the theater, Katsuki could see the crowd gathered, which made his pulse quicken. He could do this. He would do this. For Eijirou and for himself. As they pulled over, the red carpet matched with their door, he took a steadying breath.

“Ready love?” Eijirou asked as he squeezed Katsuki’s hand reassuringly.

“As I’ll ever be.” With that, the chauffeur opened the door and the silence was instantly dispelled, shouts and camera clicks accompanied by blinding flashes of light filling the void. Both men exited the vehicle and it was like a drop of blood being teased to hungry sharks—immediately they were surrounded by reporters who were calling out to Eijirou, desperate for his attention. He played it cool, however, politely smiling and waving, yet not engaging with the multitudes of voices chorusing out for him. It made Katsuki’s head swim, but he held steady, not wanting to break so soon.

“Kirishima!” one reporter called out, stepping in front of the two of them, shoving a microphone into Eijirou’s face. “How excited are you for the premiere of the Red Riot movie tonight?” It was then that they saw their intertwined hands, and a smile crossed their features. “And who might this be with you?”

“I am excited for the world to see Red Riot come to life on the big screen,” he answered diplomatically. “As for who I am with, this is my boyfriend.”

“Boyfriend? And what would your name be, young man?” The microphone was then moved to Katsuki, as was the camera that had been trailing behind the reporter.

“Bakugou Katsuki,” he bit out gruffly, trying to keep the nerves from his voice, but knowing he was failing miserably. A quick squeeze of his hand from Eijirou was enough to steel his nerves. The squeeze did not go unnoticed by the reporter, whose grin only widened.

“Bakugou, huh? Well then, how long have you and Kirishima been an item? And why is this the first time we are hearing about you?” He could feel his blood pressure rising with each question thrown his way.

“We’ve been together for a while, but we wanted some privacy with our relationship,” Eijirou smoothly interjected, saving Katsuki from blowing up.

“Is it really privacy, or is it more making sure he’s gonna stick around?” The fuck were they trying to say?

“Excuse me?” Katsuki asked, teeth gritted and veins pulsing on his temple. Eijirou just blinked at the reporter, seemingly stunned at her blunt question.

“I mean, Kirishima here is young, rich, and gorgeous. Who’s to say you’re not just in it for the money?” Oh, they wanted to play that game, huh?

“Listen here bitch,” Katsuki started, all sense of the decorum Deku swore he had leaving him, “I don’t know what kind of news program you’re running here, but you better think twice before asking people asinine questions like that again. Because there’s no reason for you to be disrespecting a wonderful man like Kirishima by making bold statements like that. And, for your information, I’m in love with this man, and I wouldn’t ever think of using him like you’re accusing me of. So, from the bottom of my heart, go fuck yourself.”

The reporter looked at him with their jaw hung wide open, and the cameraman was quick to run off. Katsuki felt his phone vibrate in his pocket, and it didn’t take a genius to know that it was Deku texting him. He turned to look at Eijirou, who was looking at him incredulously.

“Ei, I’m so—”

“You love me?” The words were asked so softly that Katsuki could barely hear them, but it was enough to make his own stop short.

“Of course I love you. Anyone would be an idiot to not love you. You make me a better man every day, and I’m glad you continue choosing me.” Tears lined Eijirou’s eyes, and Katsuki would be lying to say that he didn’t have any himself. They kissed briefly, ignoring the clicks of cameras and existing in the bubble that was theirs.

“I love you too, you know,” Eijirou said as they broke apart, and Katsuki smiled at him warmly, already having known this fact. “Let’s get moving; I’m sure the closer we get to the entrance, the less we will have to deal with nosy paparazzi.”

They hadn’t gotten more than ten feet down the carpeted path before a voice called out to Katsuki, making his stomach drop. There was no way…

“Oi brat!” his mother yelled, stomping her way over to him, his father in tow. “I thought my eyes were deceiving me, but sure as hell my ears weren’t. What are you even doing here at an event like this? You’re too fuckin’ feral.”

“Oh shove it, Hag,” he quipped back at her before stepping forward and giving her and his father a hug, much to the confusion of Eijirou.

“Uh?”

“Sorry Ei. These are my parents. This is my boyfriend.” There. Introductions were done. But, wait a second—

“Oh! Hello Mr. and Mrs. Bakugou. It’s nice to see you again,” Eijirou smiled at the couple. “Wait, you’re Katsuki’s parents?” he finally asked as it caught up to him too.

“We literally have the same last name, Ei. How are you just now putting this together?”

“You don’t really talk about your parents! For all I know, they could have been distant relatives of yours.” Well, he did have a point, even if Katsuki was the spitting image of his mother.

“Ouch, you don’t talk about us, Brat?”

“Oh shut up, Hag.”

“Katuski, please be nice to your mother,” Masaru sighed and Katsuki bared his teeth at him.

“I’m sorry Katsuki hasn’t formally introduced you to us. You’ll have to come over sometime for dinner. And I can show you his baby pictures as retaliation.” Eijirou perked up at this and Katuski whipped his attention back to his mother.

“You. Wouldn’t. Dare.”

“Try me, ya little shit.”

“As pleasant as it’s been seeing you both, Mitsuki and I must make our rounds. Please do come over soon Katsuki. And as my wife said, you’re more than welcome to join Kirishima.” As suddenly as they appeared, they were gone, mingling with the crowd.

“I really hope we don’t get any more surprises tonight,” Katsuki grumbled as they passed a trio holding hands, the blue-haired woman in the middle flanked by a buff-looking blond and a timid-looking man with black hair.

“No kidding. I still can’t believe I met your parents tonight.” They rounded the corner, closer to the entrance when they both stopped, not believing their eyes.

“Hanta? What the hell, dude?” Eijirou exclaimed, catching Sero’s attention.

“Hey guys,” he smiled, as if it were just another day at Tape Deck and he wasn’t standing there in a fitted designer suit.

“I mean, I know why I’m here. But why are you here?” Katsuki asked.

“He’s my plus one,” a stoic voice said, and a man with two-tone hair appeared out of nowhere, wrapping his arm around Sero’s waist.

“You’ve been dating Todoroki?” Eijirou shouted, briefly gaining the attention of those around them, before they decided that it wasn’t worth it, especially after the tabloid interview disaster.

“Is there a problem with that?” Half and Half asked, blinking at them.

“Not at all! It’s just surprising is all,” Eijirou backtracked quickly, waving his hands in front of him.

“The bastard’s just been cryptic with who he’s been seeing. That’s why we’re so surprised to see him here with you,” Katsuki added, once it finally registered in his brain who they were talking to. Deku would be rolling over in his proverbial grave right now if he could be face to face with Todoroki Shouto.

“Oh, that’s okay then. I thought you had a problem with gay people.” Katsuki couldn’t tell if that was a joke or not with how bluntly it was said.

“Babe, they’re hella gay for one another,” Sero whispered, which then answered Katuski’s unspoken question.

“Congratulations then. Sorry for assuming.” He accompanied his apology with a small bow.

“It’s really no big deal, man,” Eijirou laughed awkwardly, rubbing the back of his neck. Todoroki straightened his posture and something past the two of them caught his attention.

“Oh look, there’s my Father. Come on, Hanta—let’s go piss him off.” With that, he was gone, weaving through the crowd toward a massive man with flaming red hair.

“And that’s my cue to leave. Have fun tonight guys!” Sero called out to them as he chased after Todoroki.

“Do I even want to know?” Katsuki asked.

“From what I’ve gathered, Todoroki and his father don’t have the greatest relationship, so he does as much as he can to get under his skin. I’m just hoping that he’s not using Hanta.”

“Doesn’t look like it. Soy Sauce Face seemed to be smitten with the guy. Besides, if he is, we’ll just kick his ass,” Katsuki shrugged, earning him a hearty laugh from Eijirou. People passed by, filing into the theater, and Katsuki checked his watch. “Shit, it’s almost premiere time. We better get going.”

“Let’s do this thing!” Eijirou exclaimed, bumping his fists together before lacing his fingers with Katsuki’s. They made their way to their seats, at the very front of the theater, thank you very much. The lights dimmed, previews started, and Katsuki found himself antsy to see his boyfriend on the big screen.

“You excited babe?” Eijirou teased after a while, the previews cycling through not nearly fast enough in Katsuki’s opinion.

“I can’t wait to see you, sue me,” he shrugged.

“You’ve got me right here,” he chuckled and Katsuki flipped him off, which earned him another laugh.

“You know what I mean, asshole. This is your work—you’ve seen what I do, now it’s my turn to see what you pour your blood, sweat, and tears into.” He could see the tearful smile that Eijirou was sporting and leaned over to kiss him softly as the final preview finished.

“I hope you’ll enjoy it, I really do, ‘Tsuki,” he whispered as they parted and settled in their seats. They fell into a comfortable silence as the opening credits began rolling. As the credits transformed into the title sequence and first scenes of the film, Katsuki felt immense pride surge through him for his boyfriend. All the hard work finally paid off for him as they got to watch him bring a beloved character to life on the silver screen.

As he snuck a glance at Eijirou, who was watching the film, mesmerized by the action, Katuski knew that he wanted to spend forever seeing that face. He may be young, dumb, and in love, but he knew what he wanted, damn it. And that was a life with Eijirou, as long as he would have him. A soft smile came to his face as they both watched on—who would have ever thought that one shift at Sugar Rush would lead to such a life-changing trajectory for him. After all, Katsuki will forever be thankful for shitty coffee and for being wrong about never seeing Eijirou again, that’s for sure.

Not that he would ever complain, of course. They both may have done some stupid shit along the way, but all that mattered now was that they were together. Equals that had each other’s best interest at heart. If asked to do it over, Katsuki wouldn’t have it any other way. Sometimes, it does pay off in the best way to be wrong.

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𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐚 & 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬 - 𝐬𝐢𝐱

pairing: cheerleader!wanda maximoff x fem!reader

summary: homecoming doesn't go the way it was supposed. or does it?

warnings: allusions to sex

word count: 5.7k

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Homecoming night was not something you were looking forward to anymore. The whole week leading up to the dance, you kept being reminded of the fact that despite having planned the perfect homecoming proposal for Wanda, it meant nothing now that your arrangement was over. There was nothing special about this night anymore. You would just go to the stupid dance with Yelena and then go home when you eventually got bored.

“That suit looks good on you,” Pietro commented with a half-smile.

Right, this was a new thing now.

The last thing you expected coming to school on Monday was to have Pietro approach you to talk. You hadn’t spoken in years, so why would that change? Originally, you thought your sleep deprivation had gotten so bad that you had started hallucinating hearing Pietro call your name. But he jogged through the crowd to get to you in time. There was a small part of you that thought maybe Wanda had told him everything after all, but that was silly.

When he started apologizing for all the shit he’d put you through, then you became certain you were hallucinating. It took a few tries for him to convince you that this wasn’t some sort of sick joke and he was genuinely sorry for badly he’d treated you.

“I understand if I’m saying all of this too late and that you don’t want to be friends anymore. I was a horrible friend and I let unimportant things get in the way of our friendship. I do hope though that you can find a way to forgive me, and that we can be friends again though… Not necessarily now, but somewhere down the line?” he had said, nervously scratching her back of his neck before getting interrupted by his phone ringing.

During his hushed phone call, you got to think over his apology. You definitely weren’t ready to resume your friendship at the same place it was when you were freshmen, and you weren’t sure you would get back to that place any time soon. However, you also didn’t see a reason to completely shut him out of your life after his apology. It would take some time for him to regain your trust and even more time to rebuild your friendship, but if the older Maximoff twin meant what he said and put in some effort into making it up to you, then who were you to stop him?

That didn’t mean it was an easy thing to do.

It had only been a few days since you “became friends” again. He’d greeted you at school every morning since then, which was weird even though you knew it was good progress. He even offered you a ride home after school Wednesday, but you declined since you had an art club meeting.

You went back on your suspicion that this was all Wanda’s doing, but Pietro had yet to mention his sister and you knew he would’ve by now if she was behind this; Pietro wasn’t one for subtlety.

“Did you choose this color on purpose?” he suddenly asked after eyeing your suit for a moment.

“I, uh, yeah? I thought it looked nice at the store,” you replied, unsure what exactly he meant by that.

“I meant…” he started, but then shook his head. “Never mind. Anyways, you look good, T.” From the surprised look on his face, you could tell the use of your old nickname was a complete accident, but you didn’t mind.

“Thanks, Pietro. You look good as well,” you said, nodding towards his light blue suit.

“Thank you, oh, this is my date, Monica by the way,” he said, gesturing to the girl who gave you a warm familiar smile and a small wave.

“I know, we have a few classes together,” you explained with a chuckle. You two didn’t really count as friends, but she was one of the few people who was actually friendly with you. Whenever you had team assignments to do in history class, she would often pair up with you and you’d both get the job done pretty quickly.

“Are you two…” Pietro trailed off, gesturing to you and Natasha sitting to your left.

“Oh, no.” You shook your head. Yelena had been the one to drag you to homecoming again even though you didn’t really feel like after what had happened last week. She said it would help lift your spirits or whatever, but the moment she spotted a dark-haired sophomore in a dark purple jumpsuit, she had left your side. You were glad Natasha decided to stick by your side. Though you were pretty sure that had Maria not gone to her model UN conference, the pair would’ve spent the night at Natasha’s or Maria’s place.

“Are you and Carol together then?” he asked. He must’ve seen Carol approaching you a few minutes earlier, asking you for a dance. You had accepted mainly because you were waiting for Yelena to come back to your table, but she was still talking to Kate and Natasha hadn’t arrived yet. You only stayed with her for one dance during which she kept telling you how beautiful you looked and how she would love to take you home later. You politely declined her offer, she acquiesed and wished you a good night, then went to on to her next conquest.

“Definitely not,” you replied with a chuckle.

Pietro hummed. “M’baku is hosting a party after homecoming. If you’d like, you could come?” he offered.

“They’re much less stuffy than the ones the football team throws,” Monica added as if to convince you.

“I appreciate the invite, but I think I’ll pass. Not really a party person. Nat can attest to that,” you replied, smiling at the senior who just nodded in agreement. Monica and Pietro voiced their understanding and left you two soon after.

“He definitely asked that to let his sister know,” Natasha said as soon as the pair was gone. At your quizzical stare, she nodded to your right and when you turned to look, you found Wanda sitting at a table with some cheerleaders and their boyfriends, looking downright miserable. Pepper was sat to her left, chatting away with Tony, and to her right was an empty chair. You wondered if it was saved for Bucky or maybe it was for Vision.

You’d heard some people talking about Bucky asking Wanda to homecoming a few days ago only for Vision to barge in and ruin the proposal and start fighting him… or was it that he fought Sam? You don’t quite remember. To be honest, there were various versions of the story, you didn’t know which one was the real one.

“Why would he tell her?” you asked, suddenly panicking a little. It didn’t matter that you and Wanda were now on bad terms, you wouldn’t risk having others know about your… “relationship.”

“Relax,” Natasha said, sensing your nervousness, and placed her hand on your thigh before removing it. “Oops, wrong move. I don’t think Red liked that.” You frowned and when you turned back to Wanda, her lips formed a thin line and even from where you sat, you could see her chest rising and falling as she tried to take calming breaths.

“We’re not together,” you quickly said, regretting it as soon as those words left your mouth. Way to not sound suspicious.

“Again, relax,” Natasha chuckled. “I’m not trying to expose you. Or her. I was just saying because she’s been staring at you the whole night… Also, my room is right next to Yelena and our walls aren’t soundproof. Do you… want to talk about it?”

“There’s not much to talk about.” You looked around and noted all of your peers were relatively far enough from you to the point that no one could really eavesdrop on your conversation, especially not with the thumping music. “I like her and I think she likes me too, but she likes popularity more.”

“She told you that?”

“I don’t need her to tell me that. It’s pretty obvious.”

Natasha nodded and looked over your shoulder, eyes landing on Wanda again. “Assuming things rarely ever get you where you want, especially when it involves feelings.”

“Well, I’m not sure what exactly I’m supposed to do if every time I’ve given her a chance to explain herself, she hasn’t given me anything back… I’m tired of being the only one trying.”

At your confession, Natasha’s face softened. She placed her hand on your forearm and gave you a sympathetic smile. “I’m not saying you need to go talk to her again or be the one making all the effort to save whatever is between you two. However, as someone who used to be part of Pepper’s group, don’t give up on her. The girl you used to know is still in there somewhere. She just needs some time and confidence to come back out.”

“You’re making Pepper seem like she’s some sort of evil genius that has control over Wanda’s being.”

“I know, I know,” she said, rolling her eyes. “I don’t mean it that way, but you can’t deny that Pepper is influential, especially in her group. When you’re accepted into a group, it’s easier to follow and do what others expect from you than deviate from the norm. And with the cheerleaders, those norms are established by Pepper.”

“What? You telling me you used to just do whatever to please Pepper?” you snorted, but dropped your smile the moment you realized you weren’t far from the truth based on the lack of amusement on Natasha’s face.

“Pepper and I used to be friends, not as close as you and Wanda, but she was one of my first friends at SHIELD. When she became captain, I was so happy for her, I didn’t notice the small changes that started to happen. She slowly started to become more demanding of everyone, she expected things to be done her way or the highway, she started caring more about how people perceived her in the sense that she had curated this image of her and the team in her head. And if there was even a bit of discrepancy between that and reality… well, she would flip.”

“Is that why you left?” You had always assumed that the rumors about Natasha leaving because she clashed with Pepper were true. You had no reason to believe otherwise. Just like how Thena was rumored to be leaving the team a while back due to her and Pepper butting heads, Natasha was equally as stubborn as the other girls and there was no place for co-captaincy.

“Partly. Pepper was no longer the friend I knew in freshman year, but she wasn’t the only one who had changed. I was only on the team a couple months, counting from when tryouts happened my freshman year and then the few months up until Christmas of my sophomore year. But during that time, I became someone I didn’t recognize. Honestly, looking back, I acted like such a bitch. I was an asshole to people for no reason… I fought so much more with my parents, and they called me out on it, but I refused to listen.”

“What made you realize that you’d change then?”

“Yelena,” she responded with a short laugh, but bit her lip as a sorrowful look washed over her face. “We were fighting about something. I don’t even remember what it was about, but our mom told us to stop fighting because we’re sisters, and I yelled back that she isn’t really my sister.”

“Oh…”

It was no secret that Natasha and Yelena weren’t blood-related, but that never mattered. They were sisters and everyone knew that. Even though neither ever really showed it, they both prided themselves on being the other girl’s sister. Yelena would deny it until the day she died, but she looked up to Natasha. Hearing the older girl tell her she wasn’t her real sister… you couldn’t begin to imagine how much that must’ve hurt Yelena.

“Yeah, look, I don’t think you should be the one who should be the only one trying. It’s just, as someone who has messed up just because I felt accepted in that same group, I was grateful I had people from my old life who were willing me to take me back despite everything I’d done,” Natasha sighed. “With that being said, don’t forget you also have your own limits. If you think you need a break from her, then that’s fine too.”

“Thanks for the big sister talk,” you said, nudging the older girl’s elbow with your own. You’d never really gotten the chance to truly talk to Natasha despite how many times you’d been at her house. Most of your conversations were pretty surface level, but you were glad to have gottent to know a bit more about your best friend’s older sister.

“If you ever tell people I was soft with you, I’ll have your head,” she threatened, but you had a hard time taking seriously with the playful smirk that tugged at her lips.

You didn’t get the chance to get another word in as you winced hearing the feedback from the microphone. Principal Fury briefly apologized for disruption before going into a small speech about how he hoped everyone was having a good time. He ended his speech by announcing that it was time to reveal this year’s homecoming king and queen. Coach Fontaine accepted the mic from Principal Fury and opened the golden envelope.

“Can I get a drumroll, please?” she asked the crowd. Those sitting down rapping against the table they sat at as they patiently waited for the big reveal of the night.

“Stark Harkness Institute for the Exceptional, Lettered & Distinguished, please welcoming this year’s homecoming king, Jarvis Stark.”

The crowd went wild, cheering for the younger Stark brother who made his way to the makeshift stage where Coach Fontaine stood. Some people patted his shoulder as he walked towards the stage with an arrogant smile. Honestly, you didn’t remember seeing any posters of him campaigning to become homecoming king, but it wasn’t like you really cared about these kinds of things anyways.

What really took you by surprise was when Coach Fontaine announced, “And please give an equally warm welcome for your homecoming queen, Wanda Maximoff.”

Vision’s face, you wouldn’t have noticed unless you were specifically looking for him, but Wanda? Even when you tried to avoid her, you saw her. There was no way you would’ve missed a poster with her face campaigning for homecoming queen. Surely, she would’ve also told you about it, no? You’d only just stopped seeing each other last week, and campaigning for this sort of thing would’ve overlapped with the time you were seeing each other.

From the way Wanda’s hand kept tucking her hair behind her ear as she walked towards Coach and Vision, you could tell she wasn’t exactly planning this either. After all this time, she still had the same nervous tic. You watched her attempt to keep her arms still beside her body, but they eventually drifted back to the front. After having the tiara placed on her head and the sache draped across her torso, her fingers subtly reached for her rings and started twisting them.

“And now, it’s time for the homecoming king and queen’s first dance!”

Vision, in his unoriginal black suit, took a step down the stage and held out his hand for Wanda to help her down. She bunched up the bottom of her long dress and reluctantly took Vision’s hand as she stepped down. Although she seemed beyond nervous, Wanda still looked stunning in her light yellow gown. The slit of her dress was borderline inappropriate inappropriate for the school’s dress code, but it started a few inches above her knee and it was only visible when she took long strides. Add onto that her half-up, half-down hairdo, she could pass off as a real-life Belle.

Unconsciously, you had tightened your jaw at the sight of Wanda approaching Vision’s open arms. She slowly placed one hand on his shoulder while the other grabbed his hand that wasn’t on the small of her waist. A slow song that you couldn’t bother to recognize started playing and you were nearly ready to call it a night. You went to turn to Natasha and tell her that you were going to the bathroom before leaving until she placed one hand up and nodded her head towards Wanda and Vision.

When you turned to look back, the couple was no longer dancing. No, Vision was standing in the middle of the dancefloor, looking absolutely confused, but you could barely see him behind Wanda as she walked towards… you? She had this determined look in her eyes that you didn’t think you had ever seen as she took confident steps towards your table.

Once in front of you, Wanda held her hand out and asked, “May I have this dance?”

You could feel all of your peers’ stare on you and Wanda. Even the damn lighting people had decided to have a spotlight follow Wanda all the way to you, assuring that everyone’s attention would be on you two. It felt like a scene from a movie, but you weren’t sure it was one you wanted to be part of. Your eyes searched for Yelena, whom you found in a record time on the other side of the room with Kate Bishop, as if asking for guidance. She gave you an unsure smile, brows slightly knitted together. Just a few tables away, Pietro had a hopeful smile that matched the one Wanda was giving you. Finally, your eyes drifted back to Natasha next to you, who just shrugged, as if saying “this is your call.”

You were so focused on trying to get any sort of guidance for what you should do next, the only thing that pulled you out of your head was Wanda’s whispered “Please?”

With a thumping heart in your chest, you stood up and stared your old best friend in the eye. Although Wanda wore heels, the platform from your oxfords allowed you to be at about the same height as her. “This won’t change anything,” you said.

“I understand,” she said with a nod, smiling when you accepted her hand that guided you to the dancefloor.

Wanda ignored a baffled Vision who was pulled aside by someone in the crowd so you could take your place in the middle of the dancefloor. She placed her arms loosely around your neck while your hands found purchase on her waist. The whole time, Wanda kept her eyes on you, completely ignoring the prodding stares burning into your dancing bodies.

“Relax,” she commanded gently, which was funny really because you could feel the nervousness radiating off her.

“Easier said than done,” you mumbled. At that, Wanda frowned, her eyes leaving you for the first time. She pulled you closer, giving you no choice but to wrap your arms a little tighter around her waist to not look awkward.

She buried her face in the crook of your neck and signed. “Relax,” she repeated. “Just focus on me.” So, you did, or at least you tried.

You focused on her now steady breathing, the warm air softly hitting your neck, which did nothing to help your racing heart. You focused on the smell of her strawberry and mint shampoo and… the lack of her overpowering perfume. You focused on the warmth eminating from her body that was now nearly melded into yours. You could stay like this forever…

The sound of clapping brought you back to reality. The song was over and you tried to push yourself away from Wanda, but she kept a tight grip on you.

“Stay?” she asked, only letting go slightly so she could look you in the eye.

“I’m a little tired,” you said, trying to make yourself believe your lie so that Wanda wouldn’t see right through you. The air inside the gym was suffocating you and you needed to leave. Sure, you were somewhat used to a few people giving you dirty looks as you walked past them in the hallway, but having all those eyes on you now was unsettling to say the least.

Her shoulders slumped as she nodded. She let you detangle yourself from her this time and you gave her one last glance over your shoulder, not missing everyone else watching you leave her in the middle of the dancefloor. You quickly texted Yelena that you were leaving and that she didn’t have to tell Natasha because you’d be taking the bus home.

You made it exactly four steps down the stairs at the main entrance of the school when you heard the metal doors behind you open and someone yell, “Wait!”

You turned back around and saw Wanda slightly out of breath. “What are you doing?”

“Can I come with you?”

“You don’t even know where I’m going,” you said, a bit amused.

“I don’t care. I want to go where you go.”

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Taking the bus from Manhattan to Westview all dressed up on a random Friday night would also probably classify as a scene from a coming of age movie. This, however, was much nicer than the situation you were in earlier.

Wanda must’ve been seriously sleep deprived because she had fallen asleep on your shoulder barely 10 minutes after you got on the bus. One stop before yours, you nudged the girl awake. Wanda sleepily groaned and tried to bury her face in the crook of your neck again, but you gently pushed her up as you whispered, “Wanda, wake up. We’re almost at the diner.”

That did the job and she slowly sat back up. You helped her off the bus since she was wearing heels and you started to make your way to the diner in comfortable silence. When you noticed Wanda attempt to hide her shivers, you shrugged off your blazer to drape it over her shoulders.

“It’s fine,” she said, but didn’t try to give your blazer back.

“I don’t mind,” you replied, helping her slip her arms through the sleeves to wear it more comfortably.

Inside the diner, you got your vanilla milkshake to go while Wanda ordered her strawberry one. You also ordered fries and carefully placed the container filled with fries in one of the front pockets of your pants so you could pick up your fries to dip them in your milkshake while walking down the quiet streets of Westview. By your side, Wanda just sipped on her milkshake as she occasionally tugged your blazer closer to her body.

“I need to tell you something,” Wanda said, after walking for nearly 5 minutes in complete silence. Seeing you nod your head as a sign to continue, she took a deep breath, “I think I owe you an explanation… a lot of explanations actually.”

“You think?” you refrained yourself from scoffing. Even though you shared a nice moment back in the gymnasium, you were still upset about everything that had happened between you two. Being with her now just reminded you of all the times she’d betrayed you.

Empathizing with your frustration, Wanda tried her best not to let your tone affect her. You had every reason to be mad at her. She wasn’t even sure why you agreed to have her follow you or even listen to you, but she was glad you hadn’t completely pushed her away.

“Where should I start?” she asked, more to herself than anything.

“How about summer of freshman year? You know, when you just went AWOL,” you suggested with a bit of a bite.

She nodded, taking a deep breath before starting.

It took her nearly an hour to go through everything. It took her another hour to answer all the questions you had for her, like why she never told you any of this before, if you’d ever made her feel like she couldn’t open up to you like that. By the end of your conversation, you had walked around your block maybe a dozen times and you’d ended up sitting on your porch. Although her fears might’ve seem a bit irrational, at the end of the day, Wanda was just a teenager who wanted to fit in, like most of teenagers.

You still couldn’t completely forgive her for hurting you the way she did, but you understood her a bit better.

“I’m not sure what you want from me now,” you admitted.

“I know this is a long shot, but I just–I miss you… as a friend,” she said, and if you were anyone else, maybe you’d buy it. But you were you and you could tell her words weren’t totally truthful. “I mean I also miss you in other ways,” she admitted after a beat of silence, “but we were friends first. I get it if you don’t want anything to do with me, but I would regret it for the rest of my life if I didn’t at least try to get you back as my friend.”

“I still don’t really trust you, Wanda. You have a lot to making up to do, and I won’t go easy on you,” you warned, but she simply nodded her head vigrously.

“I know. I’ll do whatever it takes to gain your trust back.”

You thought back about the beginning of the week when Pietro asked for your forgiveness and how you’d given him a chance. Wanda was asking for the same thing, except you had already technically given her a second chance at the start of your junior year. Yet, she messed up again. Perhaps it was because you jumped into a relationship too quickly instead of working through your issues to rebuild a solid foundation. You took a deep breath to think about whether you could potentially go through all this heartbreak again.

You wanted to believe Wanda, you really did. You liked to see the good in people and after what she did tonight, maybe Natasha was right. There was still a piece of the Wanda you knew and loved.

“You’ll do anything?” you asked after a while.

“Anything,” she confirmed, and if she regretted saying that so quickly, she didn’t let it show.

You hummed and pondered for a bit. “Then, I want you to run barefoot through the Proctors’ lawn,” you said. Your other neighbors, Sarah and Harol Proctor were notorious for being especially careful with all things related to their property. They (mostly Mrs. Proctor) loved to maintain this picture-perfect image of the Proctor family and their home. Running through their lawn was surely going to get you in trouble.

You thought it was pretty obvious you were just messing with Wanda, but the other girl just took off her heels, letting them fall by your side before she sprinted across your neighbors’ lawn. “Wanda! Oh my god, get back here!” you whisper-yelled as to not disturb the neighborhood and ran towards her with her heels hooked to your index finger.

The sound of Wanda’s giggles filled your ears as you finally caught her, picking up in your arms so you could bring her back to your side of the driveway. “Why would you do that?” you asked.

“I told you I’d do anything,” she shrugged, a shy grin on her face. “I meant what I said. I’ll never stop trying to do anything to have you back in my life in any possible.”

“In that case, I don’t want anymore secrecy,” you demanded. “I’m not asking to be best–”

“You got it,” she said.

“You didn’t let me finish.”

“Well, whatever you say, I’ll do it.”

“Okay, Wanda, see that’s not gonna work,” you sighed. “We rushed things the first time and it blew up in our faces. I don’t want that to happen again if I’m giving you another chance. I need you to thinking about this more seriously this time around. This isn’t just something you’ll be able to change overnight.”

“I get that,” she asserted, slightly frustrated. “I know I’m coming off as impulsive, but I’ve thought about this. All week, I’ve thought about how I could make it up to you, how I could make you believe that I want this to work.”

“Alright, well, I have one more request. What are you doing next Tuesday after school?”

“Not sure, but probably homework.”

“How about you drive me to my internship interview then?”

“I could do that,” Wanda responded with a grin.

You weren’t sure how things would work out at school with the stunt she pulled tonight, but as she sipped on her milkshake, walking down the street with one hand holding yours, she didn’t seem to care. All that mattered to her was that you had given her a chance to redeem herself.

You, however, were apprehensive about how much Wanda would try.

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When Monday came around, you were certain that whatever bubble she had created for you two over the weekend would burst. You had mentally prepared yourself for the same silent treatment you’d received for the past year and a half.

“Casanova!” you heard the forsaken voice of Tony Stark call from the other somewhere in the hallway.

“Fuck me,” you muttered into your locker while Yelena who was leaning againt the locker next to yours looked up to the intruders. As you closed your locker door shut, you were met with both Stark brothers, Pepper and their posse.

“Do you not have a voice? Or do you only speak when it’s to steal other people’s girlfriends?”

“I didn’t steal anyone’s girlfriend. Wanda is her own person,” you said, rolling your eyes. God, how did Wanda ever tolerate them? How did Pepper still tolerate them?

“You don’t have to defend her now. She’s not here, it won’t give you brownie points to get into her panties,” Tony sneered.

“I’m not trying to get into her panties. Unlike you, I have something called basic human decency.”

“You sure you’re not just trying to add her to your list of girls you’ve tongued?” Vision was the one to talk this time.

“At least she knows how to make a girl feel good,” Yelena retorted, which made you pinch your nose in frustration. You loved your best friend, you really did. She was your number one defender, always, but sometimes, you wished she would cool it a little. This was one of those times. You really didn’t think it was necessary to bring up a silly rumor about Vision not knowing the female anatomy despite having one of the highest marks in biology.

Right as you pulled Yelena back from lunging forward, you felt someone brush against your arm and step forward. “Leave them alone,” Wanda said firmly.

“Wanda,” Pepper started with a warning voice, “you better watch it.”

“I don’t care what you have to say. I don’t care if you kick me off the team. I’m sick of how you treat people, especially when they haven’t done anything wrong. So, like I said, leave her alone.”

Pepper and Wanda stared at each other, neither speaking a word until Pepper stiffly nodded and turned on her heels. Tony followed her, albeit reluctantly, which led to everyone else following them away. The only one left was Vision.

“Don’t come crawling back when you finally realize–”

“Please, as if I would go back to someone who was never able to get me off,” she scoffed, rendering him speechless.

Beside you, you heard Yelena mutter, “Guess the rumors were true,” which earned her a nudge to the arm from you.

After Vision stormed away, a visible blush on his face, you turned to Wanda. “You didn’t have to do that,” you said, painfully aware of the obvious whispers that had started around you.

“I wanted to,” she asserted with a shaky voice, but put on a smile masking her nerves. “They have no right to be harassing you like that. I’m sorry I just stood by before, but I swear I’ll–”

You cut her off with a hug, arms tightening around her body. “I really missed you,” you mumbled.

“I missed you too,” she said, her arms wrapping you as she relaxed against your grasp.

“Do I also get a hug or what?” Yelena asked. You giggled and pulled her into you, holding both girls close to you.

When Tuesday came and you heard her honk her horn in her and Pietro’s cherry red car, you were a little less surprised to see that she’d kept her promise. You were a little taken aback to see that Pietro was in the passenger seat, but you welcomed the unexpected guest.

“A little birdy told me you got a fancy internship. I had to tag along,” he explained as you buckled you and Yelena got in the backseat.

“I didn’t get the internship,” you said.

“Yet!” Wanda retorted. “You’re gonna kill that interview. There’s no way Frigga won’t take you.”

“Exactly,” Yelena chimed in, “I wouldn’t be surprised if she gave you the position on the spot.”

You shook your head in amusement, but appreciated them hyping you up to ease your nerves. It took a bit of convincing for Yelena to not be so defensive around the twins. You assured her that the moment they even thought of hurting you… well, let’s just say, they wouldn’t get the chance to hurt you with Yelena by your side. After that, she easily got along with the twins. You could tell she was still a bit on the fence about them, but it was hard to deny that the four of you had chemistry. Sitting in the back of the twins’ cherry red car, you watched the three of them sing along to Adele.

You could get used to this.

Wanda still had a lot of making up to do. There was a long road ahead to fix your friendship. Things would never be the same as they were before, but Wanda looked forward to rebuilding her friendship with you. Admittedly, you were also excited for this new chapter of your life with familiar characters returning, albeit with a hint of change.

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a/n: and that was the final part of ma&thp! thank you to everyone who stuck around! this was my first ever reader-insert as well as my first wanda fic so it will always hold a special place in my heart. with that in mind, i have to admit, this isn't really the ending i originally had in mind. the original ending was going to take place about a decade later, but i felt like the time jump was a bit too much since there was nothing in between. so, for now i will leave it at a hopeful ending and honestly still pretty happy considering everything that happened. if however, there are people interested in the original ending, i already have a bit written so i might release it a little later as a bonus? or i might even write more for sunshine and wanda during their college days if i see y'all want more lol. anyways, for now, this is goodbye to miss americana & the heartbreak princess.

edit: i also noticed this blog reached 300 followers recently omg tysm for following along my shenanigans lmao. i wanted to do some sort of 300 writing celebration, but i've got so much on my plate rn i don't think i'd be able to manage:( still, i'm super grateful for y'all! and i will definitely plan something like that in the future

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jazforthesoul · 10 months

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ive written another fic for generation loss! this one has is a companion piece to the previous fic i wrote, and that one is linked :]

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kittykatz009 · 2 years

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#my writing #jaz writes #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #kiribaku #mha #bnha #kirishima eijirou #bakugou katsuki #chapter update

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hollewdz · 25 days

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Quinn and Jaz: Ch2

Chapter 1

word count: ~2k

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The street lamps buzzed to life, with some flickers of indignation at being awoken for yet another tedious shift. They waited patiently, as they always did, for one very busy college student- who was particularly late tonight. Just as Quinn turned the corner to enter the sprawling parking lot of her apartment complex, the nearest street lamp gave out, dusting her in the growing shadow of the evening.

Still cursed, then, she half-joked. Quinn’s eyes burned and her nostrils were iced with the sharp pain of the cold winter air. She was lucky enough that her jacket could cover her mouth a bit, if she tugged at it the right way; but it only did so much when the whole back-half of her was totally drenched with ice water. As she finally approached the stairs to her apartment, her mind briefly wandered to the warm lump of a guy in her pocket.

She felt lucky, because she’d been able to not think about it too much for the walk home- the bitter cold helped with that. But she knew that the second she got inside she’d have to address reality; And reality, right now, was that she had an entire person, on her person. Just chilling. She shivered hard at the thought, the anxiety fully overpowering any pre-existing chills.

That feeling from earlier came clawing back, fast. The memory of seeing how her hands dwarfed Jaz, seeing him fit entirely into her glove, how that implied he wouldn’t even be hard for her to hold his entire being in one hand. She felt ill at the implications of it all, and shoved the thoughts away for Quinn-Of-Not-Right-Now to deal with. The walk home had been traumatic enough, even before all of this tiny guy shit happened, she didn’t need to process anything while her body temperature was still below average.

Finally reaching her building and trudging up the stairs to the third story, Quinn fumbled numbly for her keys and shouldered the iced-shut door open with a loud crack! Warmth kissed her cheeks and eyelids, much to her relief. Waddling through the threshold, Quinn hurriedly footed off her ice-filled boots. Not even caring about getting a noise complaint, she slammed the door shut and let both bookbags fall heavily to the floor where she stood.

Numb fingers tried desperately to claw the zipper of her coat open, but failed to get a proper hold on the slick metal tab, wet with snow. She briefly gave up on the tab, opting to undo her old leather belt and tug off her oversized, worn jeans, down to her long underwear. Fingering off her sopping socks and leaving the shedded articles at the entryway, Quinn shuffled the couple of feet to her kitchen and started her electric kettle. Running the tap hot at her sink, she held her hands in the water for some time until it was painful from the heat, reluctantly withdrawing from the temporary comfort.

With now-dried hands, she shakily pinched at the zipper near her chapped lips. A long, fluttering breath entered and slowly exited her lungs- she had to mentally prepare. Maybe the cold actually had gotten to her, and she was truly losing it from exhaustion. In a way, she hoped that was the case, because then she could just sleep it off and go back to normal.

Oh please, respect yourself, Quinn, she internally chided, The ID, the bag, you literally have that shit defrosting 3 feet away from you. Be a big girl and get this over with.

Quinn laughed in spite of herself at that.

With a sturdy, deep breath, she unzipped the coat and hastily tugged out the glove into the air in front of her face. A muffled Holy- Watch it!! from the contents told her that her passenger was not only real, but also had survived the oh-so-perilous journey. Slightly guilty at the jostling, but mostly cold and annoyed, she laid the glove down on the counter as gently as she could manage.

The kettle gave a shy click to show it had done its job, and Quinn happily accepted a distraction for her hands. She readied two mugs; A pretty yellow flowered mug equipped with her favorite sleepy-time tea, and then the second mug- a wide, plain, chipped old thing that she set next to the glove, full of nothing but the hot water.

“Oh, and these might be helpful…” She thought aloud, getting two fluffy dish towels from one of the drawers below. Quinn dropped them quickly next to the glove and mugs.

“So, uh,” She started speaking to the air above the set up, not exactly sure how to interact with some guy she just taxi’d into her home, “I’m gonna go take a shower- and uh, warm up- whatever. I’m leaving for 15 minutes. You have 15 minutes to get yourself into a better state, and also to not be naked.” Wait, is that possible? her face twisted, and she started making hand gestures to no one in particular. “Just make sure you’re not… exposed… when I come back to talk, in fifteen. Eugh. Whatever, bye.”

Throwing her hands up and taking a deep, shaky breath, she spun around and eagerly shed the rest of her clothes on the way to her shower. If hypothermia doesn’t get me, cringe certainly fucking will. My god.

—--

Jaz’s head had never hurt so bad in his entire life- which was actually quite impressive, considering how many hangovers he’d dealt with. Jaz ranked this headache particularly high on his list of awful headaches not just because of the splitting pain between his ears. This headache had come with one tiny side effect, and it was bothering him to no end.

The constant friction of the too-thick fabric rubbing his bare body was getting to be overwhelming, and going from truly freezing temperatures to a sweltering, inescapable heat was nauseating. I might actually need to buy this bitch new gloves, that’s hilarious. Whatever, she needs a new set anyway, this brand sucks. Commenting on Quinn’s gloves was all Jaz could do to distract himself.He might have been able to lie to himself and say this was all some twisted nightmare if not for how sickeningly real it all was.

The night prior was a blur. All he knew is that he had a few shots, slept with a few girls and had a good time, like any other night. Like normal. He woke up in one of the girls’ beds around dinnertime and was kicked out before he could even ask what they were cooking.

They were embarrassed they couldn’t cook for shit. Yeah. I would have just ordered us all whatever if they didn’t go all psycho, kicking me out. Jaz absent-mindedly ran his hands slowly up and down his arms, and shut his eyes. He focused on his breathing, and tried not to feel the heat emanating from the wall beside him. Those bitches just didn’t know I would have covered everything- gotten maids for the cleanup, had my secretary manage any absences. Damn, I should have started the night with that- ‘Everything’s on me tonight!’ Then I wouldn’t be in this fucking mess.

Between jabs at the group of girls he had partied with, the thoughts of how unendingly vast the world felt from his nest of clothes silently fogged into his head. Flashes of seeing his fingers poke through the stitches of his own scarf, at just the amount of time it took to get a full view of Quinn. Bubbling visuals of the hole in the toe of her boot, only a couple yards from him at the time- big enough for him to walk into, with clearance. The way her shins trailed into her knees, peaking at the height of small buildings. He thought of her face; blurry and dulled, like a billboard you’re just too far away from to make out the smallest lettering.

He very nearly retched at the thought of it all. He didn’t even realize his fingernails were leaving raw, throbbing circles now, swirling across his biceps. A sharp, thin whine loosed itself from somewhere outside, and all of a sudden Jaz didn’t have time to worry about retching, he may just start blowing chunks right then and there.

The only way he could describe the feeling was like that of the world’s least fun rollercoaster- something close to the Tower of Terror, but in reverse. His insides lagged behind whatever unnatural force was yanking him into the air.

“Holy- WATCH IT!!” He spat, hoping desperately he could be heard through the polyester and fleece. A pause told him he was heard, and he gladly accepted the much slower descent to a floor.

Damn, who the hell let this roid-rager out around normal people? Doesn’t she know that I’m literally-

Jaz suddenly became quite aware of how deeply his nails could go into his arms. He flinched and loosed his grip on himself, seeing pinpricks of blood on a few of the impressions his fingernails had left behind. Outside the tent of a glove, Quinn was somewhere far off giving a long spiel about showering or something.

Showering… ‘something something naked’... Damn, is now really the time for this? Jaz was exhausted, he felt he had enough of women for the next few days. Preparing his usual script, he emerged to politely shoot her down and give her a proper rejection. Quinn, however, had scurried away. Out of sight, to some distant closet all the way on the other side of the kitchen.

Jaz felt strangely about such a massive woman truly scurrying, the way Quinn just had. Maybe she’s not as godzilla as previously thought. But looking around, he had a lot more than that to feel unsettled by than just the girl who uber’d him.

Everything. All of it was huge.

This apartment was a stadium to Jaz- no, even bigger. A colosseum, made of plywood and layers and layers of landlord-special paint. There was so much to take in- the mural-sized art pieces on the miles-away walls, the countertop longer than a nascar track, the floor, all the way down there. That nauseous feeling came clawing back, pinching Jaz’s throat and behind his nose and cramping his stomach.

He had to look away.

Turning eagerly to look at what was right in front of him, he found a steaming ceramic tub was waiting patiently with two thick towels, the size of tennis courts, flung to either side.

The realization of Quinn’s actual intention now finally dawned on him, “Oh, shower.”

Eager to get out of the stuffy tent-glove, Jaz kicked his way free of the damp, beaded, fleece lining. A cold chill hit him, and he was forced to remember why he was in that glove to begin with.

Jaz had never been shy about his birthday suit- he worked very hard for his toned and fit physique, and was known to half the campus to jump at any chance to put it on display.

In that moment, though- standing on a countertop, the nearest “floor” being a hundred foot plummet away, and the closest exit truly impossible for him to access or use…

Jaz felt naked. He felt utterly exposed.

It was a new, supremely unpleasant feeling. His hands went back to his biceps, and he quickly recoiled at the sting. His eyes flitted to the scratches and his gaze lingered. Ever so slightly, his shoulders rose and tensed, an almost unnoticeable flicker of weakness breathed through his knees.

Fuck it, I can clean up if I’m staying the night. Jaz clambered into the mug, steeling himself. He silently begged the near scalding water to burn out the unpleasantness- trying to find a distraction in this new sting.

A nebulous sort of respite tentatively descended upon him.

“Besides, I haven’t even really introduced myself.”

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