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yoongisleftearring · 2 years

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part twenty-two: remember

B L O O D & W A T E R

pairing: witch!Leeknow x reader

-> in which you are thrown into the magical world of Creon alone, without knowing that you could be the one to tear it apart.

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a/n: idkk i had a hard time writing this and I'm not sure if I love or hate it

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Eighteen years ago:

“Joohyun,” the man spoke, putting his arm out in front of the woman beside him, halting her steps. “Are you sure about this?” He looked nervous, his face which looked worn from stress was stern as he looked down at the woman.

“I need to know,” she breathed, “I need to know if it's true.”

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Heavy rain battered the stone walls of the school, droplets pounding against the windows as the group of students passed by quickly. Lee Minho tried to focus on anything but the aggressive lightning that struck close to the school grounds, putting him on edge. Was it her? He shook those thoughts away, they would only worry him more. He needed to be focused.

Even now, the large group of students was split into two groups. Nobody spoke, not even Han Jisung who looked anything but pleased to be here.

—

“I know what you are here for,” an old woman spoke from the opposite side of the room. The man and the woman studied the room as they grew closer to the woman who had addressed them. The room was dark, the only light coming from the flickering candles spread around the room, there were strange artefacts scattered around the room, some in cases, most not. “I don’t think you will like the answer I give you, children.” The woman had long black hair, decorated with strings of wool and metal rings. Joohyun noted that the woman had a kind smile. The two sat down on the chairs that sat opposite the table the woman sat at.

“Please, we need answers.”

“The baby,” the woman spoke, “that child is a danger, to us all.”

“No, she’s just a baby,” Sunghoon argued.

“My advice to you, whether you want to take it or not, is to let this child go. And never should you have another,” the woman spoke directly.

“You want me to kill my own child?” Joohyun screeched, her face growing red as her anger took over. “You devious witch, how do I even know you are right?”

“There are no doubts that the prophecy is true and that if you have this child, her life will be filled with pain and suffering.”

“No!” Joohyun exclaimed, Sunghoon placed a warm hand above hers in an attempt to comfort the woman. “Why? Why are you saying this to me?” she cried, the witch’s face darkened.

“You know why, you did this to yourself,” she spat. “You tortured that woman.”

“No. She was crazy, we-” she argued but with a simple shake of her head, Joohyun’s lips shut and no matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t get another word out. The witch turns to Sunghoon.

“A price must be paid, and unfortunately, that price befalls your daughter. I hope for our sake she turns out to be nothing like the two of you.”

—

“You can’t just leave her here,” the elderly woman argued. “She needs you, she needs her parents.”

“No, she’ll be fine. It’s for the best,” Joohyun spoke. She looked up at her mother who was staring down at the newborn in her arms with unshed tears. Joohyun coughed, trying to distract herself from the clawing feeling that was growing in her chest as she watched her mother and her daughter. “I have to go.”

“Don’t you want to say goodbye,” the older woman asked. Joohyun hesitated, glancing down at her child.

“No,” she replied. “Just, don’t forget what I told you.”

“Yes, dear.”

—

“Hyung,” Seungmin pants as he finally catches up to Minho, the man had been speeding ahead of the group, navigating the twists and turns of the many halls. Minho hums in response to the younger man. “I was thinking, about the prophecy, I mean,” he spoke. Minho turned to him in interest.

“And?”

“And I think we’re thinking of it too literally,” the man remarks, Minho regards him with interest, an eyebrow quirking up as if to tell the man to continue. “Mainly the ‘bring upon the end of the universe as we know it’ part, it's worded strangely, right?”

“I guess?” Minho shrugged.

“If I’m right, I think Y/n has a choice. I don’t think what happens now is written in stone,” Seungmin explained.

“So, this doesn’t have to end badly?” Minho asked, desperate hope shining in his eyes as he looked at the younger man. Seungmin nodded.

—

“Did you see that? See how easy it was for her to abandon you?” The woman cackled, grinning deviously as your shaking form. The pictures were still vivid in your mind, imprinted. She held your head once again and the images returned, playing out as if you were simply watching a movie.

—

It was a hot summer, your grandmother tended to the garden and you did the same with your small patch of herbs. You copied her movements, picking dry, brown leaves from the plant, and snipping small portions of the plant. You mustn’t have been paying attention and the small scissors slipped, piercing the soft skin of your finger. Your shrill screams alerted your grandmother and she was instantly by your side, you held out your injured finger but there was nothing there but a single drop of blood. Your grandmother's eyes widened but you didn’t notice.

“My poor baby, come on inside and we’ll get you a treat for being such a brave girl,” the woman spoke and you giggled in response. You missed the worried look that crossed the woman’s eyes.

That was the first time your abilities had shown.

—

“Sunghoon, please talk to her,” the woman pleaded. You listened from the opposite side of the door, ear pressed firmly against the wood. You couldn't hear the response your grandmother had gotten but you assumed it wasn’t what she had wanted. It was always the same around your birthday. Your grandmother would disappear into her room for a couple of hours, speaking on the phone, pleading with someone. Someone you now know was your parents. You could hear the elderly woman crying faintly through the door. Your chest was heavy as you took a step away from the door.

They made her sad. They don’t want to see you. They don’t love you.

Those words are repeated like a mantra in your head, hot tears stream down your face as you run to your room. You bang your fists against the bed in an attempt to quell your anger but nothing seemed to help, ultimately it was the exhaustion that stopped you. If you had been paying a little more attention, you would have noticed how the weather seemed to reflect your emotions. How the heavy rain began just as the tears had finally slipped from your glassy eyes. How lightning would strike every time your small fist made contact with your bed.

—

“It's locked,” Yuqi confirms as she steps away from the large wooden door to the headmaster's office. It is varnished and decorated with golden hinges and carvings that were no doubt skillfully hand-carved. Minho forces the door open with a simple flick of a finger. The rest glance at the door in awe as they step into the office.

The room was illuminated by bright yellow sparks, the sparks surrounded their headmaster and a weeping Y/n. Behind them looked to be a mirror, except the mirror showed no reflection, only small ripples that made it look almost like a calming lake. A portal, Minho recognised. He had only read about them, never had he himself conjured one up. There were borders surrounding the school anyway, no student could leave even with something as powerful as a portal. Minho’s eyes focused on the girl who was currently being supported by the headmaster, she looked far from the girl he knew. Her eyes were screwed shut as tears streamed down her face, she thrashed and screamed in the headmaster’s hold, each scream being accompanied by a flash of lightning outside. The girl finally fell to the floor as the ground beneath them began to shake, she made no more sounds but the lightning persisted as wind pounded on the windows, wanting to be let in.

“Hyung,” Hyunjin spoke from beside Minho, his eyes wide as he stared down at the quivering girl. “Hyung, I can’t reach her. She’s losing her mind,” he breathes, his voice cracking as he speaks.

“What did you do!” Minho exclaims as he darts toward the two women.

“It’s too late,” the headmaster spoke, eyes wide in terror.

—

"You see this?" he speaks and you don't think you have ever heard the man speak so softly. You glance at him as you nod your head in response. The rat lays lifeless in the cage in front of you, you wonder what had happened to the poor thing. As you both sit on the cold stone floor of the science laboratory, Minho opens up the palm of his hand and slowly closes his eyes as he takes a deep breath. You study his face as his eyes are closed and can't help but admire how his long eyelashes flutter as his face scrunched in concentration, the way his angular nose looked so perfect from this angle and his plump lips that were now pursed. The man seemed to be sculpted by the gods themselves. His eyes fluttered open and you found it hard to look away as his chocolate brown eyes met yours, catching you but saying nothing. Although, the knowing smile on his lips told you everything you needed to know and you hated it. "Look," Minho whispered as he motioned to look back at the cage in front of you. Your eyes widened as the previously lifeless animal now sat, staring up at the two of you in curiosity.

"Wh- how? You brought him back to life?" you spluttered as you looked from the rat to Minho. He smiled.

"Not exactly, I just found his soul and brought it back," he spoke as he opened the door of the cage, the rat reaching up to grab at his hand, crawling onto his palm once it was low enough and curling up into a ball. Minho retracted his hand from the cage and brought the sandy-coloured rat closer to you. You smiled up at the man who looked down at the animal fondly, reaching a finger up to stroke the soft fur of the sleeping rodent.

"Does it work on people?" you ask.

"It depends on the situation. But, if it were up to the school, I could never use this on anything but insignificant animals," he replies, putting the rat back in its cage, earning a quiet squeal of protest from the little animal.

"But, why? You just brought that rat back to life?" How anyone could see what Minho had just done as anything short of amazing is beyond you.

"Because it's black magic," he answers simply.

"Black magic? Is it dangerous?" you worry. The man before you shakes his head, turning to you fully.

"Black magic is extremely feared in this world, because of how people have used it in the past. Now though, we know more. It was thought that all black magic comes with a price, but that isn't necessarily true, it's how magic is used that the price is decided."

"How do you know all this?" you speak softly.

"Because I've made mistakes and from that, I learned that magic isn't dangerous, rather its wielder is," he explains. "I killed someone," he says as he draws a deep breath and your eyebrows raise in response, the warm lights above flickering almost as if they were shocked by the sudden admission. "It was my first year here, and I was- struggling. My magic was unpredictable and they knew that, I told them that. But they set me up with this boy, Kyujin. He was fiery and I was scared of him. I used a spell, it was meant to stun him but something went wrong when I was casting the spell, I can still hear his screams. He didn't live for long after." A single tear slipped from Minho's cheek as he cleared his throat, trying to compose himself once again. You reached your hand out to grab his, slipping your fingers between his.

"Why are you telling me this?" you query.

"Because I've been where you are. They tell you that you're dangerous, that you're a danger to yourself and others. But, you aren't bad, none of us are. You can choose your fate, nothing is predetermined no matter how much others may tell you, okay?" his eyes hold a sincerity that you have not yet seen from the man. "I believe in you."

"We've never talked like this before," you remark after a long comfortable silence.

"True, but that's mainly because you're so intimidating," he speaks, a teasing smirk on his lips.

"Me intimidating? Okay, Mr. dark academia witch man that lurks in dimly lit corners," you exclaim, making the man laugh.

"I'm joking. But seriously, I wasn't sure if you could handle all this handsomeness and charm," he giggles, earning an eye roll from you. It was scary how the man could be both insufferable and adorable at the exact same time.

"I can't deal with your giant ego," you laugh as you push his shoulders and he takes the opportunity to wrap his arms around your waist, tugging you closer to him. The sudden movement as well as the shock of him wrapping his arms around your form makes you lose your balance but Minho secures you in his lap.

"It's my giant ego that gives me the courage to do this," he chuckles at your flustered self. "And this," he whispers softly as his eyes flicker down to your lips as he grows ever so slightly closer, hesitating just millimetres from your lips to give you the opportunity to back away. But you don't. Instead, you close the gap between the two of you, lips meeting his in a feverish kiss. Your hands travelled from his arms where you had held on for balance to his neck and your fingers splayed out on his warm skin as one of your hands travelled downwards, feeling the beating of his heart beneath the dark jumper he was wearing. His hands which had found purchase on your thighs slowly slid up and under your skirt. You began to lose yourself in the feeling of your body against his that you forgot you were currently dry humping one of your fellow classmates in a school laboratory. You pulled away from the man with a slight chuckle.

"Maybe we shouldn't do this in front of him," you whispered to Minho, both of your eyes travelling to the rat in the cage, not one foot away from the two of you.

"He seems quite pervy to me, I don-"

"Lee Minho!" you exclaim, but he could tell from the look of amusement that you were anything but annoyed with his words.

"I'm joking, I'm joking!" he laughs. He watches as you reach for the doorknob, twisting it and pushing the heavy wooden door to be met with nothing but darkness on the other side.

"This isn't real is it?" you speak calmly as you turn to the man. He had a gentle smile on his face as he shook his head. It was only then that you noticed a slight flicker in the illusion the powerful boy had created.

"I need you to come back to me, we need to stop them," Minho speaks as he grows closer to you, reaching his hands out to hold your own. You stared down at your hands as he swiped his thumb across the soft skin of your hand. Your eyes flickered back to his, nothing but warmth swirling through the brown of his eyes.

"Who?" you whispered but as soon as you asked the pictures flashed in your mind, memories of the office. Of the headmaster and everything she had told you, showed you.

"We need to go," he mutters, and you nod. "Just remember what I said," he adds as he pulls you toward the dark void, hand in hand.

#stray kids #skz x reader #stray kids imagines #stray kids x reader #stray kids x y/n #stray kids x you #skz x y/n #skz x you #fem!reader #skz au #stray kids smau #skz lee know #lee know x y/n #lee know x you #lee know x reader #lee know #skz smau

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piedpiperslists · 2 years

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KTH: Fiancé / Husband AU

List of all Taehyung fics under 'Fiancé / Husband' AU:

* s - contains smut

* Last updated: 30/04/2023

D R A B B L E S

* [drabble] by junghelioseok Summary: Lazy morning kisses before they’ve even opened their eyes, still mumbling half-incoherently, not wanting to wake up.

[drabble] by leefics CEO!Taehyung, arranged marriage Summary: “First kisses” + “Kissing each other breathless”

Babies by xpeachesncream s PWP

Ecoute Cherie by joonberriess s Summary: Traveling to Paris with Taehyung, just enjoying your time with your fiancé and unborn child in your belly.

Espresso My Love by yoonoclock barista au Summary: Hoseok’s first official shift entails learning all the tips and tricks. He just didn’t think one of those tricks has to do with Taehyung flirting with a particular customer.

Farmer!Taehyung 1: After the Mulberries by ubemango s farmer!Taehyung

Farmer!Taehyung 2: First Time by ubemango s farmer!Taehyung

First Light by evafrechette s Summary: The golden rays of the early morning sun flow through your window, a gentle piano tinkles in the background and your partner Taehyung brings you to your release with just his talented tongue and fingers.

Next Christmas by minisugakoobies Summary: Taehyung's trying to help you get ready for this Christmas, but you're already thinking of the next.

* One Night to Forever by thecozywhaleshark Summary: “Come over here and make me.” + “I thought it was a one-night-stand…and now we’re married…”

Pillow Prince by dntaewithluv Summary: Looks like you and Taehyung both have surprises in store for celebrating your 3 year wedding anniversary.

Pretty Little Things by dntaewithluv s wc~2.4k Summary: Your husband is determined to make things up to you after falling asleep on your anniversary and missing out on the surprise you had planned for him…

The Office Trip to Pound Town by jimlingss s office au Summary: Taehyung stops by your office for lunch but something else is on his menu…or rather someone…

O N E S H O T S

A Letter in Roses by artaefact wc~8k Summary: Since it’s the first time celebrating Valentine’s Day with you as his wife, Taehyung goes the extra mile of preparing something special for you. After all, he has managed to run a billion-dollar worth company. So, preparing handmade delicacies should be simple enough, right?

Dichotomy by kpopfanfictrash s wc~14.5k / childhood friends to lovers, arranged marriage Summary: You hate him. He hates you. It’s a fine line though, isn’t it – between love and hate?

Fake Love by mygsii s wc~12k / childhood friends to lovers, arranged marriage Summary: An arranged marriage between you and Taehyung leaves behind feelings of bitterness and hatred. Will your heart be able to survive, especially when you’ve loved him all your life, or will it fall apart with this marriage?

King of the Clouds by httpjeon s wc~4.7k / arranged marriage, royalty au Summary: You were in an arranged marriage with a man you’re convinced isn’t fit to be your husband. He’s got his head too high in the clouds.

Let Love Be Enough by jingabitch s wc~9.4k / ex-husband!Taehyung, infidelity, exes au Summary: On the day of your daughter’s wedding, you can’t avoid Taehyung.

Let's Try Again by kth1 s wc~7.1k / pregnant!reader Summary: Taehyung, your husband and father of your child(ren), continues to lead a teasing game which consists of persistence, dedication, dirty talk, and more. He just wants to try again!… and again, and again, and again.

Love Me or We Both Go Down by gukyi s wc~32k / enemies to lovers, arranged marriage Summary: After going through with an arranged marriage to please his parents and secure his inheritance of the family business, Kim Taehyung thinks he’s got it all figured out. He doesn’t. Apparently just being married to you isn’t enough, not when everybody and their mother can pick up on the fact that the two of you absolutely loathe each other. But Taehyung wants his inheritance one way or another, so he decides that desperate times call for desperate measures: the two of you need to fall in love, and you need to fall in love fast.

Maybe Baby Retreat by jimlingss s wc~12.7k Summary: In an attempt to conceive, Taehyung discovers a five day retreat dedicated to help with the impregnation process but you’re fairly certain that the entire thing is a scam.

Snow is Falling by bangtsblossom s wc~5.9k Summary: Spending the week with your fiancés family for the holidays meant that you wouldn’t get much alone time together… so when everyone was out, you decided to make the most of it.

Until Yesterday by jimlingss wc~10.4k / exes to lovers, divorce au Summary: You and Taehyung are hopeless as you are hopeless romantics. But five months after tying the knot and saying “I do”, you’re hospitalized after a car accident with him. But upon waking up, the doctors tell you that you don’t have a husband.

T W O S H O T S / S E R I E S

7 Hours by hamsterclaw s exes to lovers Summary: You're rebuilding your relationship with your husband after it all fell apart.

#kth list #taehyung fic

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compassionatereminders · 2 years

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hi, good evening or morning or afternoon 😊👋🏾 i just wanted to ask for some advice since i don’t really know how to bring this up to my parents / family (btw, i’m totally fine if you choose not to give advice)

i’m 16 y/o and i feel like i’m wasting my teenage years. i’m also scared to grow up. i’ve spent my early teens in the house due to covid. my two bestest and only friends switched up and stopped talking to me. i had my whole freshman year of high school ONLINE (2020-2021). when we were finally able to go back to school (2021-2022), i was a sophomore (who still felt like a freshman) and it was the worst school year i ever had. i was socially awkward (more than ever, i could barely talk), severely depressed, and my anxiety was horrible. i was really lonely and didn’t make friends or memories. fast forward to today, i’m about to start my junior year soon (which is u n b e l i e v a b l e) at a new high school (i transferred since i didn’t enjoy my previous school). i still don’t have any friends. i still stay in the house and only hang out with my family.

i feel like i’m missing out on the “best years of my life”. going out with friends, going to parties, simply making memories. i’m graduating soon (class of ‘24) and i am so scared to be an adult/ have adult responsibilities. i really don’t want to be in my 20’s or 30’s, realizing that my teenage years were wasted and that there’s nothing i could do to get them back. if you’re comfortable giving advice, i just have two questions. how can i enjoy my teen years? and what should i do to deal with this? thank you so much. -t

Unfortunately I can't tell you how to enjoy your teenage years. I didn't enjoy mine. But I can promise you that it isn't the end of the world if your teenage years aren't the best years of your life and that reaching adulthood won't actually be the end of your life. I'm currently 25 and I'm SO MUCH happier now than I ever was as a teenager. So my advice is not to stress too much about making the most of your teenage years - cause there's no age limit on joy and you have your whole life to have fun, love, grow and learn!

#chat with kat

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lost-in-wond3rland · 9 months

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Being on tumblr really just feels like being adrift in the middle of the ocean

It really does feel like no one else is on this hell site which is kind of great because I never feel bad about shit posting lol I don't think I've done anything BUT shit post about my current hyper fixations in YEARS lol (case and point, me re-blogging a bunch of red white and royal blue posts the other day because I finished reading the book and would like the movie now please-)

I forgot I used to write on here sometimes, or that I even could. Was it ever anything substantial? Nah. Just musings of a usually v depressed and out of wack teenager.

I am now a slightly less depressed out of wack adult lmao

All this to say, read at your own whim or risk or whatever. It's the internet dude, do what you want.

I'm starting grad school in a little over a month, and I know people talk about how daunting that is all the time. But what I haven't really seen is people talking about going into a program that has n o t h i n g to do with your BA. I'm essentially doing a bit of a 180 with my studies, and where everyone else has loads of experience, and knowledge, and is just so stupid fucking smart, I...

Well, that's just it, isn't it? The trail off. The ... .

Not to say (among other things) that I'm not "smart" per-say. I'm not dumb, I know that. But these people? Mannnnn, you guys should hear and see some of these people. It is nothing short of terrifying.

I've been feeling very Elle Woods in her "coming here was a mistake" era lately. But when I try to explain that, it's usually the same "don't get intimated!" "you're all just starting!" "you're going to be fine!" etceteras etceteras. Not necessarily untrue, but not necessarily true either.

I'm going into a program where I am leaps and bounds behind literally everyone. People older than me, people younger than me, doesn't matter. And it feels like as hard as I work, I'm always missing something. Always 10, 15, 20, 100 steps behind everyone else. We just had a month of an online intensive orientation where we were interacting, and talking on discussion boards, and doing homework... And somehow, I still cant get everything fully right. Down to choosing the wrong kind of photo to go on my fucking introduction slide. Like come on! Seriously!? I can't even get that right? It's...

Yeah. It's.

So here I am, sitting on my bed, with my smart lights set to purple, in a too big Spider-Man cardigan, with a Taylor Swift lofi playlist going on youtube, contemplating yet again how the fuck I got here.

I made the joke to my mom that I was just the diversity pick. She didn't find that nearly as funny as I did. I digress.

We're... working on it. Kind of, at least. Pretending to, more accurately.

I just feel... like I'm in a constant state of having to prove myself, because nothing is ever enough. Nothing has ever been enough. I have worked so hard to the point where I have been on the brink of passing out before and even that still was not fucking enough.

Enough for who? For me? For my parents? For the metaphorical "them"? For anyone? I don't know. All of the above?

For that, I have no concrete answer and yet piles and piles and piles of evidence showing that nothing has in fact ever been enough.

I'm complaining too much, aren't I? I know it's not. World ending. There are bigger things. "People are dying Kim!" I know (also no, my name is not Kim, please understand the reference I'm begging lol).

Just some casual almost 9pm thoughts I guess.

I have work tomorrow, had the day off today. I started a new job and of course that happened at the same time as the online intensive so maybe that exasperated all these feelings since I really have had not a goddamn clue as to what has been happening for almost a month now but. I digress. But the job is going pretty okay. Slowly, I've been able to start to figure that out. And I somehow made it to the Eras Tour this weekend which was mind meltingly amazing. So I shouldn't complain. I really don't have anything to complain about at all.

And yet.

Well, I'm gonna fuck off and read some fanfic now. If for whatever reason someone tortured themselves and made it to the end, whats your fic poison of choice lately? I've been reading loads of Irondad & Spiderson fics. Give me Peter "I take care of everyone but don't know how to take care of myself because I think I'm fine" Parker and Tony "100% has a heart and just wants his idiot pseudo son to realize it's okay for people to help you" Stark all day.

...does that reveal too much? Eh. It's fine, I'm fine.

-Seven

07.24.2023

#Seven diaries #midnight thoughts #at 9pm #grad school bullshit #yes I will talk to myself in the tags leave me alone

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soobmint · 3 years

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paper hearts | choi soobin [f] ; [c] 80s! au, 9.6k words

s u m m a r y ; if there was one thing you wanted to avoid on valentine’s day, it was running into your ex best friend, choi soobin. but when a series of unfortunate events involving too much purple eyeshadow, drunken punches, and one stolen bicycle leads you right back to his side, you begin to realize that maybe you truly belonged with him all along.

c o n t e n t s ; soobin x fem!reader, 80s! au, valentine’s day, ex best friend! soobin, rich boy! soobin, but he’s a major dweeb and the biggest softie, yeonjun is a major prick (i’m so sorry junnie), reader is a part time worker, soobin is best friends with lee felix of stray kids, some themes of social classes, roughly inspired by the 80s movie “pretty in pink,” mentions drugs, alcohol, and single parent households, mostly just fluff, fluff, and more fluff, with a hint of crack/humor

n o t e ; hello friends! this was a very quickly planned, last minute valentine’s day idea, and it’s actually a collab with one of my dearest friends, @chanluster ! she posted her piece of the collab as well, you can check it out by going to the collab masterlist here! this was so much fun to write and i think that 80s! soobin was just too good of a concept to pass up! anyways, happy valentine’s day, i hope you enjoy this oneshot! do leave a like, reblog, or comment if you could, it really helps so much <3

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IF ONE MORE CUT-OUT, CRAFT-PAPER HEART HIT YOU IN THE FACE, YOU WERE GOING TO QUIT YOUR JOB.

Of course you would never actually quit. With your mother out of the picture and your father working nonstop overtime just to barely have enough cash to put food on the table for the both of you, you had come to rely on your minimum wage part-time hours more than you liked to admit. However, the handmade strings of paper hearts that hung from wall to wall throughout the entirety of the record shop you were employed at was enough to make you consider it; not to mention the Phil Collins record that had been spinning all day, filling your ears with melodies embodying the very air of romance, and the embarrassing pink sweater your boss had forced you to wear. You mumbled curses beneath your breath as you pulled at the collar, itching away at your neck.

When you made a step towards a crate full of records, ready to tidy it up after a customer had rummaged through it leaving it a mess, you were met with another face full of cheap red construction paper. With a large growl of exasperation, you swatted at the hearts and accidentally caused the entire string of them to fall to the ground. You cleared your throat, glad that no customers were present to see your little outburst.

Your boss, Jen, still saw it all.

“That’s not very festive of you, kid,” She said, taking a drag on her cigarette. “It’s Valentine’s Day! Lighten up.”

“Ah, my bad. I forgot that I was supposed to be overjoyed on the day honoring the execution of St. Valentine,” You said as you gave her a sarcastic smile. “I’ll make sure to smile at the next couple that walks in and ask them how they plan to contribute to the commercialization of a martyr’s death.”

“You must be real fun at parties,” Jen mumbled. She shook her cigarette at you from behind the counter. “You’re just bitter because you don’t have a valentine. I can’t blame anyone for giving you the cold shoulder with that attitude of yours.”

You scowled, picking up the string of hearts that you had sent crashing to the floor. “I’m not bitter, and I don’t want a date. Also, I told you to stop smoking inside! It smells awful.”

“Last I checked, this was my shop, not yours.” You rolled your eyes as you approached the counter, handing the discarded string to Jen so she could throw it in the trash. “Now you’re making me do chores for you too? You’ve got some nerve, I’ll give you that.”

“Jen, please, I’m really not in the mood for this today.”

Jen shrugged, bending towards the trash can to throw away the string of hearts when she paused and pulled something from the bin. You glanced over your shoulder and gasped when you saw what she held in her hand—a small red envelope with your name scrawled across the front and a pink heart-shaped sticker stuck on the back.

“What’s this?” Jen asked, opening the envelope and shaking out the contents. A single slip of paper fell out, landing atop the counter. You rushed to grab it, but Jen snatched it up just before your fingers reached the countertop.

“Give me that,” You insisted, face growing warm. “I threw it away for a reason!”

“It’s an invitation to a party?” She seemed beyond surprised, glancing back and forth between you and the paper several times. “You got invited to a Valentine’s Day party, and instead of going, you asked me to give you extra hours? Why?”

You looked down at your feet, digging the toe of your sneaker into the blue carpet. There were, in fact, many reasons why you did not want to go to that party. They were as follows:

One: Choi Yeonjun was the one who had invited you. After you had rejected his offer when he asked to take you to a basketball game a month before, you could barely make eye contact with him in the school hallway without feeling guilty. That and the fact that he was one of the richest preps in the school, you knew he had just been asking you out for some sort of prank or dare that you preferred to not potentially fall victim to.

Two: you needed to work as much as you could. Money, as always, was tight for you and your father. There was no way you would sacrifice precious hours to go to a party full of rich kids where nothing but humiliation was sure to await you.

Three: your old childhood friend and the one person you couldn’t bear to see was probably going to be there—Choi Soobin.

You had barely spoken to Soobin in the four years you had been in high school. Crossing paths with him in the cafeteria, turning down the same aisle of books as him in the library, all those tiny stolen glances and accidental encounters were the only bits of interaction you had kept throughout all that time. The worst part was, he hadn’t done anything wrong.

It was nothing but your own cowardice that had driven the two of you apart, and you were still too afraid to own up to it.

Instead of explaining all of this to Jen, you simply shrugged and said, “I dunno. It just sounds lame.”

Your boss sighed, holding the invitation out towards you. “Okay, I’m letting you off early. Go to the party.”

With wide eyes, you shook your head immediately. “Absolutely not. Why in the world would I go?”

“Well, first of all, it’s a once in a lifetime opportunity for you. Who knows when your next chance to go to a party will be.”

You couldn’t help but roll your eyes at that.

“Second, it’s a holiday! The only reason I even opened today was because you were begging me for hours. I thought it was because you were bummed about having no plans, but clearly it’s because you wanted an excuse to be a recluse.”

“Hey, I’m not a recluse.”

“Clearly.” She shook the invitation at you once more, brows raised. “If you go, I’ll raise your pay by fifty cents for the next month.”

Your ears perked up at that.

“Well?” She asked, well aware that she had hit the jackpot. “What'd ya say?”

Weighing the risks against the benefits, you bit the inside of your cheek.

“Make it a dollar and you’ve got a deal.”

“HAPPY VALENTINE’S, CHOI.”

When Soobin heard the sarcastic remark coming from his best friend, Felix, he had to fight back the urge to burst into tears then and there. He still wasn’t quite sure how Felix had convinced him to come, but he was already regretting it. The last thing he wanted to do to celebrate the day dedicated to love was spend it at a house party—or, as Soobin preferred to call them, any outcast high school kid’s version of hell on earth.

With a quick peek between his fingers, which he had used to cover his eyes immediately upon arriving at the site of the Valentine’s party, Soobin caught another eye-full of couples getting all too familiar with one another out in the open. He gulped, letting his hands grip the handles of the bike as he averted his gaze, choosing to cast his best glare at Felix, who was busy adjusting his ever-present beanie.

“Shut up,” he murmured, slowly sliding off the seat of his bike. He dusted off the worn, tearing cushion, glancing around the area. “Now quick, we gotta put our stuff somewhere safe.”

Felix looked aghast, making no moves to help Soobin in his search for a hiding spot. “What are you doing?”

“Tryna find a safe place for my bike?” He thought the answer to be somewhat obvious, but clearly Felix wasn’t on the same track of thinking. “You don’t know today’s world! Anyone is willing to steal nowadays.”

“Soobin, your bike is coughing up oil from its chains. It should be in its own care home at this rate.”

“I don’t wanna hear your slander, skater boy,” Soobin retorted, eyeing Felix’s ebony skateboard that he refused to be seen without. As if on cue, when he pushed his bike forward, the chains squealed, drawing the attention of a pair of particularly passionate individuals who had been wrapped up with one another moments before. Soobin ignored their annoyed stares, feeling his ears burn from embarrassment. He glanced back to Felix. “Help me find a hiding spot.”

Felix was anything but enthusiastic, but he began to help Soobin search nonetheless.

“Slide it in here, Soobs,” Felix called a few moments later. He was pointed to an empty space between the home’s perfectly trimmed bushes. Soobin pursed his lips together, pushing his large glasses further up the bridge of his nose—a nervous tick of his. Felix groaned, rolling his eyes. “Or you can leave it out in the open so it’ll spit more oil on the passersby? Is that what you want?”

“Fine, fine!” Soobin huffed, wheeling his bike over to the shrubbery, chains squeaking all the way. He carefully laid it beneath the brush and moved a few branches to cover it up nicely. He stood up straight, dusting his hands on the front of his loose blue jeans. “What about your skateboard?”

Felix gave the board a pat, awarding his most prized possession a dazzling smile one would expect to see a proud father giving his beloved son. But in reality, it was the school’s stoner grinning ear to ear at his old, dusty skateboard. “Nightrider stays with me.”

Soobin scrunched his nose, cringing on instinct. He still calls that thing by that stupid name?

Felix clapped him on the shoulder before he could make a remark, catching him off guard when he said, “Right. Let’s go and get your girl.”

There was nothing Soobin could do to stop the flush that rushed to his cheeks right away. Images of you, his ex-best friend and the only reason he had even come to this party in the first place, flashed through his mind. Had he not overheard Yeonjun invite you earlier that morning and then casually mention the encounter to Felix, there was no way he would have even stepped foot out of his house that night. Part of him was peeved, wishing he had never uttered a single word about you to his overbearing friend. Yet, deep down, there was hope within him—the tiniest sliver.

If there was even the slightest chance that he could talk to you that night, he would do anything. Even if it meant dealing with a stupid party, and the never-ceasing teasing he was bound to continue receiving from Felix.

“Don’t even say that,” He said, emphasizing each word as they walked up the front steps. Soobin had to glance down at his much shorter friend to see the devious grin on his freckled face.

“Say what? That she’s your girl, your woman, your one and only?”

The blush must have been creeping to his neck by that point. He could feel it. “I. . .” There were many things Soobin wished to say; angry words that would hopefully shut the blonde skater boy up real quick. But he couldn’t bring himself to say a single harsh word, so he sighed in defeat. “I can’t even say it.”

“That you hate me?” Felix only grinned even bigger, and Soobin couldn’t help the tiny defeated smile that slipped over his features. “Oh, I know. It’s because I’m too good of a best friend.”

They stepped into the house then, instantly being overwhelmed by loud music, boisterous laughter, and drunken yells echoing throughout the halls. Soobin latched onto Felix right away, gripping his friend’s sleeve as someone stumbled into him, a bit of beer spilling from their cup. He pushed his glasses up, only for them to slide right back down as he began to sweat.

“Maybe we should go home, Lix!” Soobin shouted to be heard over the noise as they travelled further into the house. “We can always try next year!”

“Stop being a scaredy-cat!” Felix shouted back, and Soobin thought he might actually begin to cry as they squeezed their way into the living room. Soobin nearly gagged at the strong smell of alcohol as it burned in his nose. The scene was nothing short of a nightmare to Soobin—loud voices, smoke rising in the air, vodka assaulting his nose and sweat beading on the back of his neck. He had never been one to drink, and he didn’t plan on starting that night; but he was beginning to understand what Felix meant when he had once told him it was nearly impossible to get through one of these parties sober.

He was about to make another complaint and beg to leave when someone from the crowd hollered his name, causing him to wince when he recognized that voice as the one that belonged to none other than Choi Yeonjun.

“Soobin! Where you been?”

Soobin smiled nervously at the school’s heartthrob—and textbook snobby rich kid—before he turned back to Felix. He didn’t want to leave his friend, but he knew that he would never hear the end of it if he ignored Yeonjun’s persistent calls. “I’ll be right back,” He promised Felix, still holding onto his sleeve.

“No, no,” Felix assured. “You go. You’ll probably find her around that place anyway.”

Soobin wasn’t so sure of that. You were definitely not of the right social standing to be caught amongst the circle of the school’s rich boys—which was why it had surprised Soobin that Yeonjun had invited you to the party in the first place. Your high school had its own caste system, and you were near the bottom of it.

And, as much as it pained him to admit it, Soobin was stuck at the very top with all the other rich snobs who cared about nothing more than their daily allowances that came straight from their daddy’s bank account.

“What about you, buddy?” He asked Felix, desperate for any excuse to remain by his friend’s side. He would have tried to bring Felix with him, but his friend was in an even worse social standing than you were—he was poor, and he was most known for being the school’s pothead. There was no way Soobin would willingly drag him into a situation where nothing but slander and torment awaited him.

“Me?” Felix shrugged, gripping his board tighter. “I’ll just smoke away the night.”

Soobin pouted, glancing back at the group of preps as they called for him once again. He sighed, clapping Felix on the shoulder. “Just make sure you won’t smell too much of it when I come back.”

Submitting himself to his doom then, he turned on his heel and slowly made his way to where the group of boys sat near the sofa, giving them a half-hearted wave.

“Why were you hanging around that Felix guy?” Yeonjun asked once Soobin had reached their circle. “Did he blackmail you or something?”

Soobin frowned, pushing his hands into the pockets of his jeans. “He’s my friend.”

Yeonjun rolled his eyes, brushing a hand through his perfectly-straightened ebony locks. “Sure he is. Tell me, do you see every kid you find on the streets as some sort of personal charity project? Or is it just Felix and—what was her name—” He snapped his fingers then before he said, “Y/N, right?”

Soobin didn’t respond—well, it was more like he couldn’t respond. By nature he was a very passive being, but nothing drew him closer to bouts of anger than when the people he cared about were being insulted right before him.

Especially when it came to you.

Yet, as much as he wanted to tell Yeonjun off or give him a nice shove into the smoke-stained walls, words failed him. They always did. Perhaps this was why you had abandoned him all those years ago. Nobody knew him better than you did, so of course you were able to see what he truly was beneath all the expensive clothes and nervous laughter—a coward.

He figured that he’d probably have left himself too.

“Drink up, buttercup.” The chipper voice that belonged to the other Choi in the small gathering of socialites, Choi Beomgyu, thrust a plastic red cup towards Soobin’s chest.

He shook his head, throwing another wavering smile in his direction. “No thanks. I don’t drink.”

Yeonjun rolled his eyes. “Of course you don’t. Why are you even here then?”

Once again, Soobin chose silence as his only response. He swallowed, patting the front pocket of his denim jacket. As the group of boys began conversing once more, he couldn’t help but let his eyes wander around the room, searching every drunken face for the features that belonged to you, trying to hear your name in every conversation, desperate for your voice to break through the blasting music and shouting voices.

“Who ya looking for there, Big Choi?” Soobin grimaced at the nickname. He was skinny, but incredibly tall, and nobody would let him forget that. “Big Choi” was one of his most common nicknames among the elitists. He despised it, but of course, he would never voice that aloud.

He glanced at Beomgyu and smiled nervously again, shaking his head. “Nobody.”

His eyes met Yeonjun’s and he gulped yet again as the latter eyed him with suspicion. It wasn’t as though he had anything to hide, but something about Yeonjun’s calculating gaze made his skin crawl.

He needed to escape. Just for a moment, at least.

“I’ll be right back. Going to find some water.”

He slipped out of the living room then, apologizing profusely to each couple he accidentally bumped into, bowing in remorse to each person’s toes his big feet happened to stumble over. He ached to be by Felix’s side—the stoned skateboarder had become somewhat of a security blanket to the taller of the duo—but his blonde friend was nowhere to be seen.

After snagging a bottle of water from the kitchen, Soobin managed to slip into an empty bathroom. He slammed the door shut and wasted no time in locking it. Letting out the biggest sigh of relief, he closed his eyes and leaned his head back against the door, taking a big gulp of the ice cold water.

He set the bottle on the counter and carefully reached into the front pocket of his jacket, his fingers finding the piece of paper he had been storing there all evening. He pulled it out and let his eyes wander over his middle school creation. It was a big heart, cut out from a scrap piece of red construction paper. Scrawled across it in his eight-grade handwriting were the words, Be mine this Valentine’s! His name was etched at the bottom, and at the very top, delicately printed in hot pink glitter glue, your name was written as well.

He had planned to give this to you four years ago on Valentine’s day. Everything had been planned out perfectly; he was to pick you up on his old, trusty bike. It wasn’t really made for two people, but the two of you had fashioned a makeshift extra seat for you to sit upon whenever you went places together.

He wanted to take you to the Dairy Shack, which was the local ice cream shop where the two of you spent the most time together. You always got a large chocolate shake to share, playing a quick game of rock, paper, scissors to decide who got to eat the cherry on top. He was going to order a shake and specially ask for two cherries that time, and planned to give both of them to you before he would bravely present you with the handmade card he had spent all day working on.

However, when he waited for you outside your house that day, the red dusk turned to pitch black night, and you never stepped foot out your door.

He had even gone up to your door a few times and knocked, but there was no answer. Eventually he pedalled off into the night, back to his house. He was disappointed, of course, but more worried than anything else. He had hoped you weren’t sick.

But when he saw you at school the next day, he knew that hadn’t been the case.

And when you ignored him calling your name as you passed by him in the hallways, he knew that something had drastically changed.

For weeks, Soobin was in great turmoil as he replayed your last few encounters together before you had stood him up. Perhaps you were angry that he had won the last few games of rock, paper, scissors? If he had known, he would have given you all the cherries for the rest of time if it meant you would still talk to him. He didn’t care about them—he cared about you.

He missed you.

And as weeks turned to months, and months turned to years, you still barely spoke to him, and he missed you more and more. The best friend he had wanted to take a step closer to had taken a thousand steps back from him, and he still had no idea why.

But that night, he was determined to find out.

Well, if he could muster up the courage to get a single word out, of course.

He folded the heart back up and stuck it back in his pocket, taking a deep breath as he observed himself in the fogged-up mirror. He fixed his bright blue hair that Felix had helped him bleach and dye, making sure the pieces fell over the corners of his eyes just right. He straightened his white turtleneck and cuffed the sleeves of his denim jacket until he was at least somewhat content with his appearance.

“You can do this, Soobs,” He told himself, adjusting his big round glasses further up the bridge of his nose. “That’s what Felix would say.”

“Hey, rich boy!” A loud scream came from outside the bathroom door, accompanied by harsh knocking that sent Soobin stumbling backwards until he fell in the shower, pulling the curtains down with him.

“Hurry up in there! I’m about to piss myself!”

Soobin let out a shaky sigh, scrambling to his feet as he rushed to fix the curtain he had torn down with his clumsiness. “Sorry,” he mumbled, though he doubted the person on the other side of the door could hear him.

He realized then with an ever growing dread that it would be a miracle if he survived the night long enough to even find you, but it would take the work of God himself for him to actually speak to you.

He figured it was time for him to start praying.

YOU KNEW IT WAS A MISTAKE TO LET JEN DO YOUR MAKEUP.

When she had stopped you on your way out the door with a compact of bright purple eyeshadow, you had turned her down right away. No way in all of creation were you walking in a party with such an atrocious color caked up to your brow bone.

“How can you say it’s gonna look bad if you haven’t even let me try?” Jen had asked.

You had given her a once-over, your lips pressed into a thin line. “If it’s gonna look anything like the way you do your own makeup, I’m gonna have to pass.”

After that snide remark, she had threatened to fire you if you didn’t let her apply the makeup. And so you obliged, though you didn’t have much of a choice.

The booming sounds of the party hit your ears before you had even reached the lawn. Screaming teens—well, there were probably some adults thrown in there as well—and the sound of music spilled through the open windows of the home. Couples and singles alike were scattered throughout the perfectly kept lawn that was now littered with empty cups and other assortments of garbage.

You looked down at your patchwork jeans and pink sweater, certain that you would be underdressed compared to the rest of the partygoers. But from the looks of things, as you carefully squeezed your way through the front door and into the home, everyone was probably too wasted to even notice your arrival, let alone care about your looks.

You caught a glimpse of your face in the hallway mirror, cringing at the sight of your eyeshadow. You had tried to wipe some of it away before arriving, but it simply smudged, giving you quite the shocking smoky, purple eye look. For someone who didn’t even know the difference between a paintbrush and a makeup brush, it was a bold look, to say the least.

If Soobin saw you looking like this, he’d probably have a heart attack.

Soobin.

In the midst of all your frantic preparation, you had nearly forgotten about the main reason why you had planned to avoid this party at all costs. With a quick glance around the room, you realized that he was nowhere to be seen. You wouldn’t have been surprised if he hadn’t shown up at all. He was never a fan of parties, anyway.

You crossed your arms over your chest and slowly slipped past the couples crowding the hallway with their limbs intertwined, mouths practically swallowing one another whole, until you reached the living room. Surprisingly, it was less crowded in here than you thought it might be. A few minglers were scattered about the room’s perimeter, but they all kept away from the center of the room, which was occupied by none other than Choi Yeonjun and all his brainless, rich-boy worshippers. You quickly scanned the group, not able to make out Soobin among them. When you realized he wasn’t there, you were partly relieved and partly disappointed. If was to be anywhere at this party, it would probably be with these guys.

With a quick turn on your heel, you planned to make your way out of the living room before Yeonjun could see you. The last thing you wanted was for the boy with a bruised ego to see you, regardless of whether or not he had been the one to invite you.

“Y/N? You came?”

Too late.

Plastering a forced grin to your face, you slowly turned to face Yeonjun, who had just called your name. He was eyeing you with slight surprise, but soon, a smirk slipped across his lips as he motioned for you to come over. You had to hold back your sigh, wishing there was some way for you to get out of this situation. It was all Jen’s fault that you had to show up in the first place. You decided you were going to demand an extra ten cents be added to your raise the next time you saw your pushy boss.

“Hey Yeonjun,” you said once you had walked over to him. “I figured I’d stop by for a minute or two, since you were kind enough to invite me.”

He smirked, glancing at a few of his friends. They shared a knowing laugh with one another, but the meaning of it was lost to you. You wanted nothing more than to get away from them, but that wasn’t an option.

“You’re too busy to go out with me to a basketball game but free enough to come to a party, huh?” He asked.

You blinked, digging your nails into your arms. “I’m sorry?”

“It’s fine, really,” He drawled, swirling his plastic cup of beer in his hand. “You didn’t think I’d be upset or anything did you? I only asked you out because I was dared to shack up with you. But I’m guessing you already knew that, since you’re so smart and all.”

Your eyes went wide, but you managed to control the rest of your expression. It was just like you had guessed—Yeonjun had invited you to the party with the sole purpose of making a scene.

If you survived the night, Jen was never going to hear the end of it.

“You’re not gonna say anything?” He asked, pushing himself to his feet. You could tell by the slight stumble in his step and his hooded eyes that he had quite a bit to drink. He took a step towards you, causing you to back up immediately. Your back hit the wall, and you placed your palms against it as Yeonjun towered over you.

“It’s okay, sweetheart. I know why you’re here anyways.” He leaned forward, his lips hovering near your ear. “You’re here to see Soobin, aren’t you? Since he’s the only one here willing to waste his time on filth like you.”

Your blood boiled, and you had to clench your fists at your sides to control your anger.

“Don’t,” You seethed, “Call me that.”

“Call you what? Filth? Or sweetheart? Why, is that something good old Binnie used to call you—”

He never got to finish that sentence, because with one big burst of anger, you stomped on his toe as hard as you could with your worn-out platform sneaker.

“What the hell!” He screeched, drawing the attention of several others in the room. His outburst even caused a few of the couples to pull away from each other’s faces long enough to eavesdrop.

Before you could even say anything back, lukewarm liquid was splashed up in your face, burning your eyes and nose. You gasped, running your hands over your eyes to see Yeonjun with his now empty cup of beer pointed towards you.

“Think twice before you act out against me next time, sweetheart. Never forget your place.”

Tears of anger burned in your eyes, and you scanned the room to see several people exchanging whispers and giggles as they glanced in your direction. You pushed past Yeonjun and quickly made your way out the back door of the house, unable to stand the humiliation for a moment longer.

Soobin arrived in the living room just in time to see you leave.

He wasted no time in rushing towards Yeonjun, grabbing hold of his arm. “Yeonjun, was that Y/N?” He asked, eyes quickly taking in the puddle of alcohol on the floor and the empty cup in Yeonjun’s hand. “What happened?”

“Nothing you need to worry your pretty blue head about, Big Choi. I just put her in her place is all.”

Soobin’s eyes narrowed. “What do you mean you ‘put her in her place?’”

Yeonjun laughed, giving Soobin a nonchalant pat on the back. “Just drop it, would you? It has nothing to do with you.”

“What did you say, Yeonjun?”

Yeonjun was growing irritated now. He huffed out a breath, crossing his arms over his chest. “I said it has nothing to do with you, Soobin. I know you like to hang around people like that pothead Felix, but the rest of us live in the real world, where we’d rather not waste our time with those who have no future anyways. I bet he’s the one that got you to dye your hair that god awful blue, isn’t he?”

Soobin bit the inside of his cheek. He so badly wished to rip Yeonjun to shreds then and there. If he had Felix’s courage, the cocky bastard would have been knocked to the ground ages ago. But if there was one thing Soobin was sure he could never be, it was brave. And so, despite his rage, he remained silent, his eyes practically burning a hole through Yeonjun’s chest from how intently he was glaring.

It seemed as though Yeonjun was about to say something, but his eyes landed on the bit of red that peeked through the front pocket of Soobin’s denim jacket. Before Soobin had time to defend himself, Yeonjun had reached forward and snatched it from his pocket, revealing the large paper heart—his valentine for you.

“So this is why you care so much,” Yeonjun said, laughing as his eyes scanned the glittery words that decorated the page. “You want her to be your valentine.”

“Give that back,” Soobin said quietly, his hands beginning to shake.

Yeonjun instead lifted his eyes to Soobin, gave him a sickly sweet grin, and ripped the heart straight down the middle. He let the two pieces fall from his hands to the ground, and with them Soobin’s heart went also.

“You’re really willing to try and go against me, and for what? For the sake of a girl who can’t even afford a new pair of jeans and a boy that smokes his life away in the bathroom stalls?” Yeonjun took a slow step towards Soobin, his eyes glinting with a sinister determination. “You may be rich, Soobin, but if you choose to lower yourself to their standards, you may as well be dirt poor just like they are.”

With his hands clenched into tight fists, his glasses sliding down his nose, and his heart quite literally in two pieces on the floor below him, Soobin decided that he had had enough.

“I’d much rather be associated with people who are kind and have actual depth to their character than be lumped together with a bunch of pricks like you with no real personality—because that’s something you can’t buy with daddy’s paycheck.”

He had to physically restrain himself from slapping his hand across his own mouth in shock. It was as if the spirit of Felix himself had possessed him to say such harsh things. He wondered where Felix was then, wishing more than ever before to have his best friend by his side as he began to tremble from either the rush of adrenaline that coursed through his veins, or from fear. Or perhaps it was both.

He didn’t have time to ponder it any longer before Yeonjun’s fist collided with his nose, resulting in a sickening crack as pain echoed throughout his face in tidal waves.

He stumbled backward as people began to shout, raising his hand to his nose and gasping when he saw that his palm was covered in blood.

Beomgyu had his arms wrapped around Yeonjun, who was desperately trying to lunge towards Soobin once again.

“Knock it off, Yeonjun!” Beomgyu shouted, pushing the elder back. “His dad is on the school board! Are you trying to get expelled?”

Beomgyu looked over his shoulder at the still stunned Soobin, who was gaping at the blood that now stained his once white turtleneck.

“Get lost, Soobin,” Beomgyu said, to which Soobin only blinked in reply, his ears ringing.

“Now!”

Head spinning, Soobin picked up the two halves of his paper heart, stuffed them into his jeans, and stumbled out the same door he had seen you go through just minutes before. After checking to make sure his glasses were still intact—they were, thankfully—he shook his head in an effort to clear his mind of the static, eyes scanning the front lawn looking for any trace of you.

It didn’t take long for his eyes to spot you among the now dwindling crowd of partygoers. Your bright pink sweater stood out against the darkness, so he was able to recognize you even with your back towards him. He sniffed, wiping the back of his hand against his dripping nose as he slowly made his way to where you sat on the curb, your feet planted on the asphalt street. He wished that he looked a bit more presentable—when he played this scene out in his head over the years in which he would finally reunite with you, he never imagined himself dazed and covered in blood.

Desperate times called for desperate measures, he supposed.

When he reached you, he simply stood beside you in silence for a moment, unsure of what to say. He could tell that you sensed his presence, but you refused to look up at him as you kept your face buried in your hands. He could have sworn he heard a few muffled sobs slip through your fingers, but of course, he wasn’t going to bring that up.

Eventually he decided to slip his jacket off of his shoulders, leaning down to drape it over you. You still kept your head down as he sat beside you on the curb, but he watched you grip the jacket and pull it tighter around your body. He smiled a bit, holding the collar of his turtleneck against his throbbing nose.

“Thank you,” you muttered, wiping your hand across your eyes. You finally looked over at him, and when you did, you couldn’t hold back your gasp. “My God Soobin, what happened to your face?”

“Oh, well, I might have gotten punched,” He said quickly, trying to wave off your concern. “Don’t worry about it.”

“Punched? By who?”

He looked down at the ground, sniffing as a drop of blood hit the pavement. “Yeonjun,” he muttered under his breath.

“I’m sorry, did you just say Yeonjun? Are you insane? Why on earth would you butt heads with the Choi Yeonjun?”

Soobin didn’t say anything in response, he simply stared at you, eyes wide with beer dripping off the ends of your hair, makeup smeared across your face, your sweater stained down the front. It didn’t seem to take long for you to put the pieces together, as the shock left your face and was replaced with something akin to guilt.

“Oh,” You said, looking back down at your shoes.

“So she knows that I did it all for her,” Soobin thought.

For some reason, the idea of that both terrified and excited him.

A second later, he glanced over to see you ripping one of the hand-sewed patches of fabric off your jeans, leaving a square of your skin exposed to the chilly night air. You leaned towards him, pushing his hand away from his nose so you could use the patch to clean up some of the blood on and around his puffy red nose.

“Y/N, your pants!” He exclaimed, trying to push your hand away. “They’re ruined!”

“I’m not worried about my pants, you idiot,” You said, swatting his hand away as you continued to press the cloth against his skin. “You got punched in the face because of me, this is the least I could do.”

“That was my choice though,” He muttered, although he stopped trying to resist your touch. He ignored the way his heart thrummed harder in his chest, hoping that you couldn’t hear.

“Well, this is my choice too.” Your eyes flicked to his for a brief moment, your bottom lip pulled between your teeth. “Why did you do it, by the way?”

“Do what?”

“Stand up to Yeonjun for me and get a nasty nosebleed as a result.”

“Oh.” He blinked slowly, keeping his eyes fixed on yours. “Just ‘cause.”

“Because . . . ?”

“Because of you.” He blurted, causing your hand to go still against him. He swallowed his fear, braving the best smile that he could. “Just you. That was my only reason.”

You didn’t say anything as your hand fell from his face, the cloth clutched between your fingers. The anxiety he had tried his best to suppress came rushing up all at once, and he was surprised that his ears didn’t begin to squeal like a tea kettle from all the pressure.

“Y/N,” He said, gently placing his hand over yours despite how his fingers trembled. “Why did you pull away from me?”

“What?”

“Four years ago. Why did you stop talking to me?”

You were quiet for a moment, digging into the ground with the toe of your sneaker. Soobin held his breath until you finally replied with, “I was afraid.”

“Afraid? Of what?”

“We were getting older, Binnie,” You said, and his heart skipped at the use of your old nickname for him. “You and I, we’re from very different walks of life. You get to hang out with people like Yeonjun, whereas I get a cup of beer poured all over my face just for existing, and you get a fist to the nose for trying to stand up for me. We’re from different sides of the track, one might say.”

“So?” Soobin asked, his hand tightening around yours. “Did you really think that would affect us that much, Y/N?”

You frowned, glancing down at his hand over yours.

“I thought you’d be embarrassed of me,” You said, your voice barely above a whisper.

“Embarrassed?” Soobin’s eyes went wide as he gripped your hand tighter still, pulling it into his lap. “Y/N, I would never, ever be embarrassed of you. Besides, have you seen my best friend? He’s on a first name basis with the principal because of how often he gets written up for smoking behind the school. If I’m not embarrassed of him, why would I ever be embarrassed of you?”

You laughed, wiping the back of your hand across your eyes once more. “I guess I was worried about nothing, huh?” You sniffed, giving his hand a squeeze. “I’m sorry, Soobin.”

He shook his head, squeezing your hand right back. “Don’t apologize. You’re here now, that’s what matters. Do think we could—you know—”

“Pick up where we left off?” You smiled, nodding vigorously. “I’d like that very much, Binnie.”

He beamed then, almost pinching himself to be sure that he was not dreaming, but the pain in his nose was real enough to remind him of that on its own. He jumped to his feet, pulling you right up with him.

“In that case, how about we finally go on that Valentine’s date I had planned all the way back then?”

“Date?” You asked, a brow raised. “Is it really considered a date if two friends are just hanging out?”

He didn’t respond as he pulled you along behind him towards the bushes where he and Felix had hidden his bike. He crouched down and moved the branches aside, feeling his heart drop to his stomach when he realized that his bike was, in fact, no longer there.

He shot up, turning to face you with eyes wide. “Felix—that bastard took my bike!”

You were quiet for a moment, but then, you burst into boisterous laughter, leaving Soobin utterly confused.

“It’s not funny, Y/N!” He whined, shoving your shoulder lightly. “I was supposed to take you to the Dairy Shack on my bike!”

“It is funny,” You said between bursts of laughter. “Only you would get such a rusty old piece of metal stolen from you.”

He pushed his lips out in a pout, sliding his glasses up his sore nose. “It’s a good bike, don’t make fun of it.”

You grinned, interlocking his fingers with yours, which was enough to instantly wipe the pout right off his face.

“Let’s just walk, Binnie. The Dairy Shack isn’t that far anyways.”

You were right; the walk to your favorite milkshake place was very close to the house where the party had occurred. Although Felix stealing his bike had thrown an obvious wrench in his plans, it was a minor hiccup, and one he could most definitely handle. Besides, he wouldn’t have to see Felix until the next day anyways. He could deal with his frustration then.

At least, that’s what he thought anyways, until the two of you spotted Felix at the skatepark on your way to the dairy shack.

Soobin’s eyes took in the deplorable sight before him—from where he stood on the dimly lit sidewalk, he could see Felix and a girl he had never seen before, their faces nearly pressed together, and most importantly, with his bike discarded a few yards away from them.

“Soobin,” You said, tugging on his arm. “They look like they’re busy, let’s just go—”

But Soobin, who had little patience when it came to Felix messing up his plans, didn’t let you finish before he screamed, “Give me back my freaking bike!”

You had to hold back your snort of laughter at his choice of words. Even when he was trying to sound angry, he was undeniably adorable.

Soobin watched as Felix startled, clutching his spliff between his fingers as he glared daggers back at his friend. Soobin gulped, trying not to let his fear show on his face. What did he have to be afraid of, anyways? He was the victim of thievery, and his best friend was the offender.

Felix took a big step towards him, but he paused, his eyes landing on your interlocked hands. Soobin glanced down as well, his face growing furiously warm as he realized the situation he had gotten himself into.

He decided to divert the subject before it could even be brought up by saying, “I can’t believe you stole my bike! All this time I was trying to hide it from strangers, but you, my best friend! I should’ve been hiding it from you!”

Soobin noticed Felix’s female companion step off the skateboard and walk over in his direction, and for a second he felt bad for possibly ruining her night with his best friend. However, his frustration was more prominent in the moment as he fixed his gaze back on his best friend, who had fixed a mischievous smirk upon his face that made warning sirens blare in Soobin’s head right away.

“Now, now, buddy,” Felix said, his voice calm and carefree as ever. It probably had something to do with what he had just smoked, but Soobin didn’t care all that much. “You’re just gonna have to let me borrow it for a little longer.”

Soobin nearly laughed at the audacity of such a statement. “You are gonna give me the bike, or—”

“How about this, Soobs?” Soobin’s lips clamped shut at his friend’s interruption, as the thief in question gestured with his joint to where Soobin’s fingers were locked with yours. “You let me keep your bike for the night, and I don’t tell your dad about you hanging out with the opposite gender.”

Unable to control yourself, you let out a big laugh. Soobin would have felt betrayed, but he was more terrified than anything else at the idea of his father finding out that he was taking a girl out without his permission. He would be grounded for weeks—no, months.

“You wouldn’t.”

Felix’s lips curled up even more into a twisted grin that Soobin wished he had the guts to slap off his face. “God, just imagine the look on Mr. Choi’s face. Imagine him finding out about your premarital hand holding.”

No. Not the hand holding.

Soobin almost felt faint, but he steeled himself to the best of his abilities as he cleared his throat. “One night, Lix,” he warned. “If I don’t see it on my porch in the morning, you’ll be sorry!”

“Oh, I’m so scared,” Felix teased. His expression changed a moment later though, when he finally noticed Soobin’s swollen nose and blood-stained turtleneck. “Wait, Soobs, the hell happened to you?”

Soobin, however, had already taken his first steps away from the skatepark, pulling you along behind him. “I’ll tell you later, bud. Enjoy your spliff with that kind girl who you probably don’t deserve!”

“Hey!”

Soobin couldn’t help but laugh as he swung your interlocked hands together, grinning as you let out a laugh as well. The anger that had seeped through him seemed to melt away in an instant as the two of you continued your journey to the Dairy Shack.

“Would your dad really be that upset if he found out about this?” You asked.

Soobin grimaced. “We should probably wait til next year to tell him about this outing. Or maybe the year after that.”

When the two of you had finally reached the Dairy Shack, you waited outside for him while he went in to order your drink. A large chocolate milkshake, with two straws, just like you used to get every time before.

When he had the drink in hand, he walked back outside and sat down beside you on the curb, smiling as you wrapped his jacket tighter around your shoulders. You smiled back up at him, your eyes creasing from the expression. Your smile had always struck him right to his core; he had missed seeing it every day.

He hoped he could see it every morning and every night from that day onward. There was no way he would let you go this time.

He just had to muster up the courage to grab hold of you first.

“You know what, Binnie, you turned out to be a lot taller than I thought you ever would be,” you said as you took one of the straws from his hands. “You’re actually enormous. It’s shocking.”

“Should I find that offensive? It sounds kinda like an insult.”

“Take it however you will,” You teased, leaning over as he popped the plastic lid off the milkshake. He grabbed the cherry by the stem and held it towards you.

“What are you doing?” You asked, holding out your fist. “We have to rock, paper, scissors for it. Remember?”

Soobin laughed as he shook his head. “I’m giving it to you this time. It’s what I planned to do all those years ago, when I asked you to hang out on Valentine’s.”

You seemed to be taken aback, but you simply shrugged as you plucked the cherry from his hand and pulled it from the stem with your teeth, glancing back over at him. It was silent for a moment, but then your eyes landed on the pocket of his jeans, where you could see a bit of red paper poking out. You leaned over even further, reaching your hand out to snatch the paper.

“What are you—hey! Give that back!”

Soobin desperately tried to take his Valentine back from you, but it was too late. You held both halves of what used to be a whole in your hands, your eyes scanning the words as you pieced them together.

“Soobin . . .”

He held his breath. Had his act of young love left you completely speechless? Were you so touched that you would burst into tears?

“This looks like a middle schooler made it.”

He let out the breath in the form of a long, long sigh.

“That’s because it was made by a middle schooler,” He said as he set the milkshake down beside him. “I made it back in the eighth grade. I planned to give it to you that Valentine’s.”

“Oh.” You ran your finger along the card’s surface, the smallest smile creeping across your lips. “Well in that case, it’s not half bad. Why’s it ripped though?”

“Ah—well, Yeonjun . . .”

You nodded, taking another glance at his swollen nose. “No need to elaborate. It seems you had a lot planned for our Valentine’s Day back then. Is there anything else you wanted to do?”

His mouth went dry at that, and he wished that you couldn’t see his face because he was sure that his expression was quite comical. All the way back then, four years prior, he had in fact planned the perfect, ideal day in his head. Picking you up on his bike, giving you the cherry from his milkshake, and presenting you with his hand made card.

There was only one thing left on his list.

He didn’t move at first, willing himself to have enough courage to even look back in your direction. But when he finally did allow his eyes to meet yours, he felt his shoulders relax and his heart rate became more manageable.

He took a deep breath, leaned forward, and pressed his lips against your cheek.

He lingered there for only a moment before he pulled back, daring to pry one of his eyes open to take in the look on your face.

The disappointment was palpable—from the way your brows furrowed together and the way you pursed your lips. His stomach dropped, and he scooted the tiniest bit away from you.

“I’m sorry,” He blurt out, his face growing warmer by the second. “I shouldn’t have done that, I just—”

“Is that all?”

Your question stopped him mid-ramble, his eyes growing wide. “Huh?”

“Is that all?” You repeated, closing the distance between you that he had created. “It’s Valentine’s Day, Soobin. I think we can do better than a peck on the cheek.”

The implications of what you were saying didn’t register with him right away, but when it finally did, he could have sworn his heart began to beat loud enough for the entire town to hear. His hand curled into a fist as he gripped the denim of his jeans. He leaned forward, keeping his eyes open just enough to watch you as he brought his lips closer to yours. He could feel your eyes on him all the while, causing his heart to pound fiercer still within him.

When he was just a breath away, he whispered, “Can you close your eyes?”

“Hm?”

He lifted his hand, gently placing it over your eyes. He leaned closer then, filling the space between you both as his lips met yours. You tasted vaguely of cherry and strawberry slice soda, and he found it quite nice the way his lips seemed to fit perfectly against your own. As the seconds drew on, your hands slipped around his neck, pulling him closer. He slowly let his hand fall from your eyes, tracing lines with the tips of his fingers down your cheek before he cradled your jaw, letting his lips part just enough to taste the sweet sugar on your lips once more.

He thought in a haze that it was a good thing he didn’t drink anything at the party, as kissing you was proving to be intoxicating enough on its own.

When you finally pulled away, leaving your forehead resting against his, he let his eyes flutter open enough to see the euphoric smile that adorned your features. He grinned as well, gently running his thumb against your cheek.

“I think that back then, I had planned to ask you this before kissing you,” He whispered, “But Y/N, will you be my Valentine?”

Instead of a spoken answer, you laughed, leaning forward to capture his lips with yours once again, and that was the only answer Choi Soobin would ever need.

WHEN SOOBIN ARRIVED HOME THAT NIGHT, HE WENT STRAIGHT FOR THE TELEPHONE.

It was kept upstairs at night right outside his parent’s door, to keep himself and his brother from using it in the late hours. Of course, this never stopped Soobin from sneaking it downstairs to his room in the basement to make late night calls to Felix.

And that particular evening, he really needed to give Felix an update.

He grabbed the phone from the small table in the hallway, carefully tiptoeing towards the basement stairs. Before he had even taken the first step down, the bathroom door creaked open. Soobin whipped his head around to see his brother Kai standing there, rubbing the sleep from his eyes as he raised a brow at his older brother.

Soobin froze, blinking slowly as he realized the incriminating situation he found himself in.

“Please don’t tell mom,” He whispered, his eyes pleading with his younger brother.

Kai nodded, although Soobin wasn’t quite convinced that the boy was even coherent enough to understand what was going on. Soobin offered a rushed thank you, and ventured his first step down the stairs.

Well, he tried, anyways, and ended up missing the first step. He tumbled down the rest of the stairs, landing on his butt at the very end.

He winced in pain, glad to see that the phone was still intact in his hands. He glanced over his shoulders to see Kai staring down the stairway with wide eyes, his lips parted in shock. Soobin quickly put a finger to his lips, begging his brother for silence.

Kai simply shook his head and walked away, allowing Soobin the freedom to breathe out a sigh of relief.

He quickly ran to his bedroom and shut the door, collapsing onto his bed with the phone as his breaths came in ragged gasps as an aftereffect from his tumble down the stairs. He figured he should have dialed Felix’s number right away, but he couldn’t help but brush his fingers against his lips, remembering the feeling and taste of having yours pressed against them.

He was so caught up in his daze that he didn’t notice Felix calling until the third ring.

He picked it up, breathing heavily into the speaker as he rubbed a sore spot on his lower back.

“Please tell me that panting is from running a marathon, and not what I think you’ve successfully tried.”

Soobin nearly gagged, holding the phone away from his face as he coughed, flustered by his friend's crude words. He brought the phone back to his face and said, “No, you sicko, I just fell down the stairs.”

“How the hell did you manage that with those long legs?”

“That’s not important, Lix!” He laid back onto his pillows then, twirling the phone cord in his hands as he stared up at his ceiling, the memories of his adventure with you that night flooding his mind once more. He couldn’t help but smile from ear to ear as he said, “Look, I need to tell you something important.”

If he didn’t know any better, he would have thought that he could hear the smile in Felix’s voice too as his friend replied.

“Well buddy, I got something to tell you too.”

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nightfall-kachiniko · 3 years

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How about mikasa with a Pregnant s/o? I hope you get better btw!

Ah thank you anon! I hope I do aswell! And I love mother kasa concept! :D

『Mikasa with a pregnant s/o』

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[ MAJOR! AOT SPOILERS UP AHEAD! ]

THIS CONTIANS MAJOR SPOILERS REGARDING TO 139 AND CHAPTER 138

- after you guys left the survey corps,she practically BEGGED you both to be parents. And all thought you wanted to, you wanted to spend some years alone with her.

- Ever since Eren passed away, your girlfriend never smiled the way she used to. But that all changed when you told her you were pregnant with a baby girl. This woman bursted into tears smiling a smile you hadn’t seen in a while. She picked you up and spun you around the room kissing you as you to began to cry tears of joy.

- You told her you were pregnant with a small version of her scarf, hinting at it. And as soon as she got it, she looked at you shocked, making sure you were serious, “d-darling are you serious..?” She said a small smile on her face. She looked at the small scarf and the baby clothes that laid in the box that you gave her as a gift, twirling around the outfit examining it.

-you gave her a soft nodd as you wiped away a tear, “Your going to be a mommy” you said with a smile. She put down the baby clothes and looked at you, still in shock. “Your not joking R-right!?” She said a bit more happier. “No I’m serious!” You said, beaming with a smile.

-she scoffed a bit as tears began falling down her face. Mikasa smiled as she picked you up, twirling you around, while crying tears of pure happily ness and joy. “T-this is all I’ve ever wanted” She said, kissing you while wiping away the both of yours tears.

- Throughout your whole pregnancy, all she would do would show you support in every way possible. She may be a bit over baring at time but this woman just wants to insure that your safe and well token care of. If you try to even pick up something, she’s scolding you, saying its dangerous and what if you fall or trip? All you’ll hear is, “y/n! Be careful dear! Let me take care of that.”

-Oh you best believe she gives you baths. One wrong move and you could get hurt, to her at least. Mommas wants to take care of youuuu ૮₍˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶₎ა! Plus, if you think she’s overprotective then, SHEESH BUDDY YOUR IN FOR A RIDE DURING AND AFTER PREGNANCY.

- This woman goes out her way to make sure you and the baby are safe. She doesn’t like you going out into town since a ton of people would crowd there and god for bid if someone knocks into you.. Let’s just say they are gonna get beat to the ground.

- For names, i think she’d like something unique, mystical even. I think she’d like something like a word that means a unique feeling, like the word Heriath; Homesickness for a home you can’t return to, or that never was. That’s my OC’S kid with her’s name anyways lol. Lacuna, Moira, jouska and others i think she’d like! You suggested if it was a boy that you wouldn’t mind naming the baby after Eren. She turned to you and smiled saying that she loved the idea of that, but, she couldn’t call him that without bursting into tears. You understood completely and was accepting of that aswell : D

— AND BOY OH BOY WHEN YOU WERE IN LABOR- Mikasa tried her best to stay calm. You both decided earlier on to have an at home birth with (just in case) a widwife to make sure you were okay. She held your hand and hugged you as you gasped for air, pushing as hard as you could. Mika would tell you things like “It’s okay baby.. your doing such a good job..” hike holding your hand, reassuring that you would be okay.

- When the baby came out, all you both could do was cry. I’d say if its a girl, she’d look more like mikasa with black hair and her Asian eye shape with your eye color. But if it was a boy, they’d look more like you with mikasa’s eye shape and mouth shape.

- She knows how sentimental of a moment you both as parents were experiencing, so she made sure you as the one who gave birth should hold the baby first. She kissed your head as you held the baby, caressing your hair.

- when mikasa held the baby, the first thing she did was wrap the baby in her red scarf. After Eren died, she turned the meaning of the scarf around. Eren showed her how to live, so she made a promise to show you how to live. And now that she has a baby, another piece of family, she vowed over her life to keep the both of you safe and sound.

- Her first words to your both’s baby was “I will always protect you, I promise you, over my life” She was so happy to be a mother. After all the chaos, she was so happy to finally live peacefully with the person who she loves the most.

- She has SO MANY DAMN RULES FOR WHEN ANNIE AND ARMIN COME OVER LMAO- No holding the baby standing up. All sharp objects aren’t allowed on you when touching the baby. No turning into a titan or she’ll cut off your face (these mainly apply to Annie LMAO) But after a while she chilled down. Annie was allowed to hold the baby ofc ofc.... Under MIKASA’S supervision ÙnÚ.

— the day your baby first walked, mikasa Litteraly cried at how big they had gotten and you had to calm her down like “Mika! Chill they aren’t even 1 yet and your already acting like they are going off to join the military!”

- Oh and speaking of military, your baby’s not going into the military- Hell n o. Momma mika would lose her shit even at the thought of her baby going out into gunfire. So if you wanted a military baby, sorry its not happening with her kid.

- The baby’s first words were “Muma” which was when they were referring to you. Everything this child does makes her so emotional. Litteraly even if the baby just picks up a spoon she’s almost in tears. She a proud momma dont let her down >:3

- I think our both’s baby would call her a unique version of mom. Like they would call Mika “Ummie” or “ummuma” But sometimes they’d just call her “mommy” so your momma and she’s ummie and mommy. (Lmao you call mikasa mommy too dont lie ;)

-OMI- YOUR KID AND ANNIE AND ARMINS KID ARE LIKE BEST FRIENDS. Your baby loves when they come over so they can see armin and Annie’s kid :D! AND OML- YOUR BABY LIKE LOVES ANNIE- She calls her “auntie awnnie” and always likes pulling at her bun while mikasa just stands and watches from the kitchen, eyeing annie down making sure she ant gonna touch her bby 😤

- Your child LOVESSSS Annie’s titan roar and everytime she comes over, they beg for annie to turn into a titan and do the roar. All you’ll hear is, “awuntiie awmmie! Titan! Titan!! 🥺” While annie rolls her eye with a small “fine” As she goes outside and transforms into her titan, roaring while your chid giggles. MIKASA HATES IT SO DAMN MUCH- SHE’LL ALWAYS SAY “You better be careful or I’ll kill you”

- of course, over the years Mikasa lightened up to annie and they are now best friends, but she cant help it... Over protective strong momma. but she wont allow armin to do it since his titans to big and dangerous ad trust me armin completely understands.

- Overall, she’s such a good momma. Always caring for you and her baby, making sure you both are safe and okay. She wouldn’t ever wish for a different life when she’s with you, and the sweet little one you two made <3

BRO THIS WAS SO LONG TO WRITE -

#aot #attackontitan #aot4 #mikasa #mikasa x reader #ackerman #mikasa aot #shingeki no kyojin mikasa #attack on titan #mikasa headcanons #mom MIKASA #mother MIKASA #mom reader #mikasa x pregnant reader #mikasa x reader mom #child MIKASA #Ackerman #x reader

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yourstarvic · 3 years

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You were waiting in the lobby of the stadium, arms crossed over your chest as you looked around. I saw a few banners that hold few faces and what looked like a team logo. “MSBY Jackels,” You muttered to yourself, reading few names as you looked at each banner, “Meian Shugo, Thomas Adriah, Sakusa Kiyoomi, Miya…Atsumu…”

He’s a volleyball player…

As you were looking at the banners, you then noticed a few people exit what you think was the locker room and ready to leave. Many of them passed you, giving you either a small wave, a smile, or wished you a goodbye. Expect three players who crept up behind you and startled you as one of them ask, “Why is ‘Tsumu helping you?”

Turning around with a startled look, you recognize them from the bar and from the banners. Looking at each of them, you said, “Sakusa Kiyoomi… Hinata Shoyo… and Bokuto Kotaro…”

“You know our names?” Bokuto asked tilting his head to the side as blinked.

“The banners,” You said, pointed to the ones hanging on the ceiling. “But he’s helping me because… I don’t know why he’s helping me…”

Sakusa let out a sigh through his masked, looking you dead in the eye, “A word of advice, don’t get too close to him.”

“Why not?” You gulped, biting your lip nervously.

“You’ll regret it,” Sakusa said grimly with a warning tone. "I know I do."

You nodded your head slowly, understanding what he was saying but Bokuto quickly slapped Sakusa back, making him cringe. But Bokuto ignored it as he smiled and laughed loudly, “Don’t listen to him! “Tsumu is a good guy!”

“Can you tell me about him?” You asked them with a kind smile. “What is he like?”

Hinata let out a thoughtful hum as he started to describe Atsumu, “He’s very passionate and a hard worker when it comes to volleyball. Once he put his mind into something he doesn’t stop until he finishes it.”

“He can be really stubborn too!” Bokuto chimed in. “There were times he would stay late after practice and refuse to go home until he perfected something.”

“He’s an idiot,” Sakusa deadpan. “He walks in the rain, he sometimes chews with his mouth open, he gets sick, he’s annoying and he doesn’t take of himself. Would you like me to continue?”

Laughing nervously at him, you shook your head, “No I think that’s good…”

“Whatcha guys talken’ about?” Atsumu's voice was heard as he joined the group.

“Talking how much of an idiot you are,” Sakusa answered, looking at him with a plain look.

“‘M not an idiot,” Atsumu yelled at him, a tick mark appeared on his head with annoyance. “Stop tellin’ people ‘m an idiot!”

“Then stop acting like an idiot,” Sakusa rolled his eyes. “Well, I got to go, see you all tomorrow I guess.”

“I should go to!” Hinata waved goodbye, following Sakusa out of the building, “See ya!”

“I’m going to get going too!” Bokuto stretches his arms over his head, “got to get ready to FaceTime Keiji! Later ‘Tsumu! Later…Um… I don’t know your name…”

“(Y/n),” You smiled at him.

“Later (Y/n)!” Bokuto waved, walking away and out of the building.

You gave him a small smile in return, watching him leave. Once he was gone, you turned to Atsumu who gave had a pout on his face, “They didn’t say anything mean about me did they?”

“No, they didn’t,” You gave him a polite smile.

“I hope not,” Atsumu muttered. With his pout disappear, he started to walk behind you and pick up the train of your dress.

Looking at him with creased eyebrows, you bend your knees a bit and tried to pick it up instead, “W-What are you doing?”

“Helping ya,” Atsumu said as if it was obvious, “don’t want the dress to be dirty.”

“It’s fine!” You tried to stop him but it was no use. Atsumu already was holding as much of he could in his arm. Remembering what his teammates said about him, you let out a sigh, “Thank you…”

Atsumu gave you a closed smile eye smile as he cooed, “Aw look at us! I’m helping a thief who stole a wedding dress!”

Sakusa was right…He is annoying.

“Did you really have to say it like that?” Your eyes twitched at him.

“Nah but I wanted to,” Atsumu smiled at you and then beacons his head to the direction of the door. “But let’s go, ‘m hungry.”

“W-What?” You staggered by him, walking next to him as he holds onto your dress. “Don’t think that’s a good idea since I’m wearing a wedding dress! People are going to talk and take pictures! I can’t have Haru see me.”

“Don’t worry!” Atsumu said without a care, “I know a place!”

What did I get myself into…

As the two of you walked, you were surprised how Atsumu was careful with the dress, making sure nothing touched the ground. You eyed him as the two of you walked, confused about why he’s helping you with your dress. You were even more surprised when the two of you arrived at what you assumed was his car. Atsumu was quick to unlock the doors and opening the passenger for you. With the door open, you eyed him curiously as you went inside, “Thank you?…”

“Anytime doll,” Atsumu winked at you, making sure to get the dress fully in before closing the door.

Doll?

You eyed him as he jogged to the drive side and got in. He flashed you a charming smile as he turned on the ignition, to which he furrowed your eyebrows in confusion.

Why is he being so nice and helpful?

Driving out of the parking lot, you looked through the window in front, occasionally looking at the blonde in the corner of your eye. You saw Atsumu was staring straight at the road, occasionally looking at the mirrors whenever he was changing lanes. Stopping at the red light, you bit your lip nervously at why he was doing this for you. Taking a deep breath in, you suddenly burst out, “Why are you going this?” Looking at him with creased eyebrows and eyes filled with skepticism, you waited for what he has to say.

Atsumu turned his face to the side, tilting his head back a bit as he looked at you with amusement. He just shrugged his shoulders, answering you honestly, “I don't know.”

You blinked once, twice, and a third time before you yelled at him in disbelief, “You don’t know!”

Atsumu laughed at your expression, looking back at the road. With the light shining green, Atsumu took his foot off the brake and pressed on the gas. You stared at him with wide eyes and disbelief as you stuttered out, “H-How do you not know!”

Atsumu laughed as he looked you in the corner of his eye and back on the road, “I didn’t expect ya to actually come to me for help.”

“You didn’t?” You said slowly, looking back at the road. Blinking your eyes questionable. You then turn back and look at him with the same expression, “Then why are you being so nice?”

“Nice?” Atsumu frowned, not taking his eyes off the road, “What do ya mean?”

“Like helping me with my dress,” You looked down, patted the skirt of the dress, “opening the door for me, and helping me…Why?”

“Isn’t that normal?” Atsumu blinked, creasing his eyebrows together. “‘M just doing what a normal person would do.”

“A normal person would do?…” You whispered to yourself, looking down at your hands.

Haru and Rieko haven’t been this nice to me…

Atsumu looked at you in the corner of his eye, seeing how you bit your lip down harshly. Seeing how sad you suddenly you became. Trying to lighten the mood, he smiled, “Since we gonna spend some time together, tell me about ya self.”

“Like what?” You looked up at him with a soft confusion written on your face.

“Just about ya,” Atsumu smiled, tapping his finger on the steering wheel. “What’s ya life story?”

“W-Well,” You looked back to the road, “staring with my childhood?”

“If only ya want to start their doll,” He smiled at him before looking back on the road.

“Okay,” You hummed, thinking back on your childhood, “my parents divorced when I was a so I grew up with my mom. We moved a lot since she’s own a publishing firm and wanted to be with her clients whenever they published a book. My father stayed here in Japan to run his business. But with having divorced parents and constantly moving around I had a good childhood, even if I barely made any friends… I moved here to Osaka for college and that’s how I met Rieko. She helped me get adjusted and was there for me. I then met Haru in one of my classes and a few months later were started dating… After we graduated I became a writer to a few bestsellers and I helped Haru get the COO job at (L/n) cooperations and a year later helped Rieko get a job there as well…And now it brings us back to here… What about you?”

“Let’s see,” Atsumu thoughtful hummed, “most of my childhood, my grandma raised me and my brother in Hyogo. Ma and pops were always busy with work so there we barely home. Played volleyball most of my life and now, ‘m getting paid for it.”

“That’s nice,” You couldn’t think of anything else to say but those words.

“Yeah,” Atsumu sighed happily, parking his car on the side of the road. “We’re here.”

Looking out of your window, you saw a small restaurant. Blinking at it curiously, you read the sign to yourself, “Onigiri Miya… Miya?”

“Yeah,” Atsumu smiled, gaining your attention as turned to look at him. “My little brother started it.”

“I see,” You hummed, talking off your seatbelt. You were about to open the door but Atsumu was quick to stop you, “Hold up!”

You looked at him as he quickly turned off the ignition and took off his seatbelt. Getting out of the car, Atsumu was quick to jog over to your side and open the door for you. Holding his hand out, he gave you a smile, “Let me help ya!”

“O-Okay…” You trailed out, eyeing his hand a bit before accepting it. Once you were fully out of the car, Atsumu closed the door behind and then grabbed to hold the train of your dress. You also helped him by picking up your dress a bit and whispered a small thanks to him. Once the train was in his arms, Atsumu and yourself then started to walk inside the restaurant.

Opening the door, Atsumu allowed you in first before following you inside. The two of you walked to the bar and went to sit on one of the stools. Atsumu carefully let go of the train, before sitting down. You told him to he didn’t have to be so careful but he just gave you a wink. Sitting on the stool next to you, Atsumu then yelled out, “Oi Samu! Where are ya!”

This place looks cute.

“‘M comin’!” You heard a voice yell out in the back. A few seconds later, you saw someone wearing all black with an apron appear who looked just like Atsumu, except for hair and eyes were different. “Geez, can’t ya just…”

“Can’t I just what?” Atsumu laid his chin on his hand with a smirk, seeing his brother look at you in shock.

“Hey ‘Tsumu.”

“Yeah ‘Samu,” Atsumu said in amusement, loving his brother's reaction.

“What did ya do?”

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falcqns · 3 years

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Over Again

Pairing: Henry Cavill x Reader, Sebastian Stan x Reader

Summary: Part two to To Be So Lonely. You work with Tom again, and is forced to face Henry.

Warnings:

A/N: Here’s part two! Hope you enjoy!

Said I'd never leave her

'Cause her hands fit like my t-shirt

Tongue-tied over three words, cursed

Running over thoughts that make my feet hurt

Bodies intertwined with her lips

The next few years with you and Sebastian went great. Both you and Sebastian had issued a statement discussing what had happened, as well as Henry. The media was all over it for a few weeks, but eventually, it died down. Henry was able to maintain his role on The Witcher, but you had heard that things between him and production were a little tense. He hadn’t made any more movies, and rarely appeared at public events, such as award shows. You felt bad for the way he was being treated, but Sebastian reassured you that its what he deserved.

You and Sebastian had gotten married, and had a 2 year old daughter named Lerae Georgeta Stan. You continued to work, doing big projects such as a few Marvel movies, and quite a few Tom Cruise movies. When Tom called you and asked if you wanted to be in the new Mission Impossible, you said yes. He had told you that Henry would be appearing well, but you insisted everything would be fine. Henry had seemed very remorseful the last few years, and you weren’t one to hold grudges. You’d have scenes with him, but Tom assured you there would always be another person in the scene with you at least.

Sebastian was happy for you, of course, but he was still nervous. You understood his nervousness, and when he asked if him and Lerae could come with you, you agreed. You hadn’t ever left your daughter, and you weren’t planning on it anytime soon. You didn’t want to be one of those ‘celebrity moms’ who never see their children.

You arrived in England a few weeks after getting the role, and you, Seb, and Lerae found an apartment which was close to the set, and planned to come to set whenever they could. Seb still wanted Lerae to experience a normal childhood, and explore London, so he planned on taking her out to do “Daddy - Daughter” activities in the city.

You had arrived on set the first day of shooting, without your husband and daughter. They were supposed to come, but Lerae threw a huge tantrum the night before out of pure exhaustion, so Sebastian decided it would be best to keep her home for the day, so you were on your own. You had worked with some of your co stars before, and the ones you hadn’t worked with, you had met previously. Working with Tom Cruise had its benefits. You didn’t see Henry, but everyone else was there.

Now she's feeling so low since she went solo

Hole in the middle of my heart like a polo

And it's no joke to me

So can we do it all over again?

Just as you were finishing up in Hair and Makeup, Henry walked through the door. Every one said hello to him, but you just gave him a nice smile, to which he didn’t return, his eyes averting to the ground. Everyone was finished a few minutes later, and then it was just you, Henry, and the hair and makeup artists. You were about to say hello to him, when your phone rang. You answered, and your heart dropped.

“I have to go back to the States today,” Sebastian said, and you heard him sniffle. Your eyebrows scrunched in confusion.

“What? Why?” You asked.

He sighed before talking. “Apparently a good 20 minutes of footage is unusable because the files on the camera card corrupted, so I have to go back to reshoot. I’m so sorry.” Sebastian said, and you heard him breaking down over the phone, and your daughter asking why her daddy was crying.

“Sweetheart,” You said gently, and noticed Henry’s face get even sadder. “It’s okay. Bring Lerae here, and you head back. I can manage her on my own for a few days, okay?” You said, and Sebastian calmed down.

“O-Okay. I’ll bring her in about an hour.” He said, and you nodded.

“Sounds good. How long will you be gone?”

“Only about a week. I’m just feeling bad because we just got here,a dan now I have to leave you alone to parent in a whole new country while shooting a movie.” He explained, and you chuckle. “We’ll survive. We’ve had weeks alone before, dont worry, okay?”

“Okay.” Sebastian said. “I’ll see you soon.”

“Okay. Te iubesc,” You said.

“Și eu te iubesc,” He responded, and he hung up.

Your hair and makeup was finished soon after, and you headed out of the trailer. Henry’s eyes followed you out, but didn’t say anything. You walked over to Tom and explained the situation, to which he was very understanding.

Not too much later, Sebastian sent you a text saying he was here, and you walked over to meet him at the entrance to set. His eyes were still red and puffy, and Lerae was clinging to him for dear life, obviously afraid of the big burly security guards.

“Hi sweetie,” You said, and your daughter reached out for you. “Hi, Mama,” She said, before she pressed a kiss to your cheek.

“Hi other sweetie,” You said as you turned to Sebastian, who smiled as well. “Hi baby,” he said. He gave you a sweet kiss, and handed you Lerae’s diaper bag. She was mostly potty trained, but did tend to have accidents sometimes, just like a normal two year old. Seb then wrapped his arms around you, and pulled you into his chest. Lerae giggled, and rested her head on his chest too.

“We’ll be okay, my love,” You whispered, and he nodded.

“I know. I just worry sometimes.” He said and you nodded. “It’s okay.”

He sniffled again and pulled you two closer. “I should go, or I’m going to miss my flight, but I’ll call you when I land, okay?” He promised, and drew your lips in for a kiss, which made Lerae gag. “Ew, Dada!” She exclaimed, hiding her face behind her Winter Soldier bear. Sebastian chuckled, and lifted her out of your arms.

“be good for mama, okay? Dada will be back on Sunday,” He said, and she nodded. “I pwomise Dada. I be good.” Sebastian smiled, and hugged her to his chest. He pressed kisses on her cheek, which she returned, and then she was handed back to you. The three of you said your goodbyes, and you two watched as Sebastian walked away.

“Okay, honey. We’re going to go to my trailer and play there until Mama has to go film.” You explained as she wiggled out of your embrace to walk on her own. “Otay Mama. I see Uncle Tom?” She asked, as she gripped your hand and you two made your journey to the trailers. “Yes honey, we can go see Uncle Tom in a little bit.” She nodded, and you watched as she gazed around at the buildings on set. She had been on set’s before, but she was always so interested. You and Sebastian had a suspicion that she is a star in the making.

You two passed the makeup trailer just as Henry was coming out, and you smiled at him. He gave you a sad smile in return and retreated to his trailer to wait to be called to set. You two walked inside your own trailer, and Lerae climbed up on the couch to take her shoes off.

The two of you were able to stay in the trailer for a few more hours, her colouring, and you rehearsing lines, before a PA knocked on your door and told you they needed you on set in 20 minutes. You got changed into your costume, and Lerae gasped as she saw what you were wearing. You had a yellow sundress with white flowers on it, with matching yellow ballet flats.

She scrambled up, and gave you a hug. “You so pwetty, Mama.” Your heart melted and you lifted up your little girl. “Thank you, baby. Let’s get out shoes on and head to set, okay? We get to see Uncle Tom!” Lerae giggled, and slid out of your grasp. She got her shoes on and gripped her “Bucky Bear” in her hands, and followed you out.

You were reminding her that when the cameras are rolling, she has to be quiet, and sit in your chair nicely, when she squealed. You looked up, and saw Henry. “Mama! Supaman!” She exclaimed, and your stomach flipped. “Yeah, baby, that is Superman. Maybe if you’re nice enough, he’ll say hi to you,” And she nodded with a determined look on her face.

Henry noticed you, and then his eyes drifted down to Lerae. He smiled, and gave her a wave. She then decided to take off running to go say hello to one of her favourite superhero’s. You followed after her, and smiled when Henry finally talked to you.

“Hi, Y/N,” He said, giving you a tentative smile.

“Hey. Listen, you don’t have to walk on eggshells around me. It’s been 3 years since then, and we’ve all moved on. I’m sorry for what my friends did to your career. I never wanted that to happen.” You said, and he smiled warmly.

“Thanks. And, you don’t have to apologize. What I did was horrible, and I deserved what happened. I don’t blame you, or anyone. I was actually hoping to a police to Sebastian about what happened, but I guess he left,” He said, glancing down at your daughter who had her face smushed against his leg, and gazing around the room.

“He’ll be back Sunday. He feels really bad too, so I think you two talking it out is the best thing.” Henry nodded, just before Tom came up and scooped up his niece.

“Hey, you two. We’re about to start. I’ll watch her.” He mentioned, while tickling her belly, and you thanked him, before moving to start filming.

If you're pretending from the start

Like this with a tight grip

Then my kiss can mend your broken heart

I might miss everything you said to me

The rest of the week went well, with Lerae glued to Henry. You two hadn’t had a moment alone to actually talk, but Michelle and Rebecca came into your trailer and insisted that they could watch your daughter so you could go talk to him.

You knocked on his trailer door, and heard a faint ‘come in!’, so you entered. He smiled at you as he was petting Kal, who ran up to you.

“I was hoping to actually talk to you about what happened.” You said and Henry nodded. “Me too.”

You sat down on the couch, and pet Kal, while Henry sat next to you. You took a deep breath before speaking. “I’m really sorry. If I had known how you were feeling, I wouldn’t have mentioned it, or at least brought it up in a different way. And I definitely wouldn’t have talked about him as much as I did. I was just in love, and wanted to tell everyone about him,” You said and Henry nodded.’

“It’s okay. I shouldn’t have reacted the way I did. I guess I built up how our first meeting would go in my head, and then I got angry when it went in a completely different way. Sebastian told me how excited you were to work with me, and on The Witcher, and I instantly felt bad. I wanted to come and apologize but you were gone, and the damage was already done.” He said, his eyes down cast.

You scrunched up your eyebrows. “How bad was it after?” You asked.

Henry looked up at you. “I got screamed at. By everyone. Anya, Freya, Joey, Lauren, and Director, everyone. Anya, Freya and Joey didn’t talk to me for a god two months afterwards, and everyone else was extremely harsh on me. My agent and manager said they had never seen someone act the way I did, and that they were considering dropping me. Thankfully, they didn’t, but it was very tense for a while. I’ve never seen my parents more angry at me. I honestly thought they were going to disown me. Once I had made my statement, I couldn’t find work. Until this movie, I was relying solely on The Witcher for income. Which, is okay while were filming, but the cheques aren’t as big after filming wraps. I thought for sure that I’d lose this role too when you found out, but I’m very thankful that I didn’t.”

You smiled sadly. “I don’t hold grudges. You’ve changed, I’ve changed, and everyone’s moved on. We’re all good. And don’t worry too much about talking to Sebastian. Knowing him, he’s going to try to apologize for getting me first,” You joked, and Henry laughed.

“You two seem happy. Sometimes I wonder if we could have been that happy,” he remarked sadly, and you nodded.

“Maybe in another life. But, we’ll never know.” You said, and Henry smiled.

“I’m just happy that we can be friends,” He said. “You’re daughter seems amazing. What’s her name?” He asked, as he gazed out the window where she was playing tag with Rebecca and Michelle.

“Her name’s Lerae. It means ‘strong and brave’, which she is. She was born two months premature, and she fought like hell the entire time.” You explained, your eyes drifting to her. She was running around, her blue eyes reflecting off the sun. You could see so much of Sebastian in her.

“She’s the real superhero. Not me,” Henry said and you chuckled.

“Sebastian says the same thing.”

You'll never know how to make it on your own

And you'll never show weakness for letting go

I guess it's still hard if the seed's sown

But, do you really want to be alone?

The film went smoothly after that. Sebastian arrived on Sunday, and him and Henry had a good talk, which resulted in them making plans to go to a Rugby game with some of Henry’s friends. After that game, they became really good friends. Chris and Anthony forgave him as well, and the four of them were great friends.

Lerae loved her Uncle Henry, and she loved Kal. Her daddy may be a Marvel hero, but she always had a soft spot for Superman. Henry remained involved in her life. He came to every birthday party, every dance recital, and eventually every movie premier when she grew up. He got her her first acting job at the age of 7, on The Witcher. After that, she was hooked.

You and Sebastian stayed together through everything. You gave him a son, named James Anthony Stan, when Lerae was 4. The two were inseparable, much like you and Sebastian.

Even though you and Henry remained friends, he always loved you. You’d notice it sometimes, wether it be in the way he looked at you when he thought you didn’t notice him looking, or the way he treated your children. Sometimes it wasn’t as noticeable, and you’d think it faded, but then you’d catch his eye in the right light and you saw it again.

The love.

If you're pretending from the start

Like this with a tight grip

Then my kiss can mend your broken heart

I might miss everything you said to me

And I can lend you broken parts

That might fit like this

And I will give you all my heart

So we can start it all over again

#henry cavill #henry cavill smut #henry!holmes #fluff #august walker #chris evans #mission impossible #geralt of rivia #sebastian stan x y/n #sebastian stan man you lookin good #sebastian stan fluff #sebastian stan smut #sebastian stan #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky barnes #marvel #tom cruise

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pamgkrthwrites · 3 years

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Erasermic x Reader Headcannons (ABO Addition)

So this is more of warm up, and some self love? I’ve been having some massive writers block and mental issues for the past 2 months and these idiots have been really helpful lately. ABO is also my favourite comfort au so

This also went on for a lot longer than I thought it would. Love how the tumblr mobile knew what tags I was going to use. You know you need help when tumblr knows you most used tags and your moved read tags.

The boys are both alphas and your an omega.

They met each other in High School, at UA to be on point.

Hizashi acts more of a social alpha but than a omega dominant. Meaning, from how social he is in situations he absolutely comes off as a alpha, but he isn’t a dominant person.

Shota acts more of a social omega but a alpha dominant. Meaning, he is shy which sometimes leads people to think he is an omega but he very dominant and usually overpowers his opponents.

They even each other out very well. They did get a couple of jokes regarding their relationship, “two omegas in a alpha trench coat”.

Everyone in their year knows about them, even you. You are in the general studies class.

You are a sweet little omega that everyone in the school has smelt your scent.

Because of that, you have gotten some courting s gifs from Alphas, Betas and Omegas.

You don’t like how mean some of the alphas have been, you don’t like how weak from the omegas are, and even though Betas do sit in that perfect stop you want, your second gender really wants a alpha.

It wasn’t until the sports festival where you met the two alphas for the first time.

At first, you thought Shota was a omega and Hizashi was a Alpha, but then you heard Shota growl at someone and releasing his alpha smell and Hizashi trying to calm him down.

Where they a Alpha and Omega couple or a Beta and Alpha couple? You didn’t know?

It wasn’t until you were in the break room when you were close to both of them and smelled they were both Alphas.

They weren’t like other Alphas. Together they were a strong alpha but separately they were alphas that were a little bit different.

You omega really loved them.

But you told them to hush, it wasn’t like they would like you anyway. They were male alpha loving male alpha(malma), why would they be interest in a omega like you?

Over a month you would watch them at the corner of your eye if you ever saw them. Usually in the food court or when school was over.

Your omega cried whenever you saw them together holding hands, laughing, hugging, anything. But you also loved seeing them in their raw forms.

It wasn’t until one day before school, a day and time you wouldn’t usually see them because of how early you came in did things start to change.

Your scent was usually a burning bitter in the mornings because of your home life, the reason why you got to school so early and left left school so late.

“Excuse me? Little Omega?” Said a concerned voiced, the owner out of your sight but you knew who the owner was.

Your turned your head to face them and saw Hizashi, with a concerned look on his face.

“Y-Yes? Can I help you with something Alpha Yamada?” You asked.

He looked a little taken back from you knowing his name but he brushed it off. “Are you okay? Your scent is a little...”

“Ah, right.” Your omega was happy that one of your alphas noticed you, but you felt kinda sick. You didn’t want others to know your issues, that’s why you hid away until first class started, so your scent could go down. “Just an augment at home this morning, nothing big.”

Hizashi could smell that was a lie. He had been noticing you for the last week now after Aizawa made note of you verbally. He had smelt you around before, your scent was very strong. He was surpised to hear that you hadn’t gotten an alpha yet. Apparently you had danced around getting a mate and gone on first dates with people but nothing ever passed a first date.

Even if Hizashi had Shota, he felt bad for you. From what he saw and heard, you were very kind to people, were possessive of your food, and stayed at school for very long hours.

Your scent was so sweet and bold during the day, yet in the morning like today it was burning of bitter? Something just didn’t feel right to him.

“If you ever need to hide away, Little Omega,” he said “you can hide away in my recording room here at school. There is a little listening booth there where you can charge you phone, snack, and even nap there. My boyfriend naps there sometimes when he gets overwhelmed.”

Your omega thumped over and over to your chest. Your alpha offered you a place where him and your other alpha stayed for a little bit?!

Hizashi smiled when he saw your eyes lit up. He noticed your scent changing dramatically from his words and his alpha was about to release a pure if he didn’t move away soon

“T-Thank you, Alpha Yamada!” You beamed up at him with a smile. “I- Ah, my name is Y/N L/N, it’s nice to make you acquaintance, Alpha Yamada!”

Hizashi couldn’t help but smile widely. Did he really make your day so much that your mood changed so drastically and so quickly?

“It’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance too, Omega L/N.”

After you two finished talking, Yamada locked himself in a bathroom and just purred. God you were adorable. No wonder Shota noticed you so early, and no wonder so many people tried to be your mate.

And changing your mood too? Gosh that sent him to the moon and back in a heartbeat.

Hizashi grabbed his phone and started texting Shota so fast that if anyone walked in it would look like he was trying to finish an assignment on his phone last minute.

By the end of the day, you hadn’t gone to Hizashi recording room out of fear. Even though you were greatful for what he said to you, he still feared facing him.

You changed your shoes and were about to leave. You hated that you had to go back to that home. You couldn’t use the homework excuse this time as you finished it already.

“Oh look who it is, it’s Omega L/N!”

You stiffened. You hated this bastard less than your home but he was still annoying.

“Afternoon, Alpha Sensoji.” You said bitterly, trying to avoid eye contact.

He had been one of the Alphas that had tried to court you, but rejected because of how rude he was.

“You still haven’t gotten an Allha yet?” He poked.

“I’m not interested, Alpha Sensoji.” You started to walk away, but Sensoji was on your tail.

“Why dont you go out with me? You’ve gone out with a lot of different Alphas, Betas and Omegas. Why not me?!”

“Please leave me alone.”

He grabbed by your shoulders and spun you around.

“Why won’t you go on one date with me, Y/N.”

Panic started to erupt through out your body. You couldn’t help but chirped and shut your eyes.

“What? You think I’m threatening or something?”

“Leave the Omega alone, Sensoji.”

You opened your eyes and saw Shota standing off to the side of you two with Hizashi.

God you felt small and weak.

Sensoji let go of you and walked over to the two. You rebalanced yourself and watched as the two exchanged some words that you couldn’t hear.

Sensoji huffed and walked off, without looking at you.

Hizashi walked over to you. “You okay, Omega L/N? You looked rather scared there. Did he hurt you anywhere?”

As Hizashi was trying to calm you down you noticed Shota glaring Sensoji as he walked out of the gates.

“I- I am okay now, thank you Alpha Yamada.” You bowed your head. You looked over at Shota, getting attention as well. “T-Thank you Alpha Aizawa as well.” You bowed your head to him.

Shota blink at you. “How do you know my name?”

You stiffened. “I- Um, I noticed you both at the sports festival.”

The two grew quite. That didn’t really explain how you knew their names but it did mean they had caught your attention way before you caught theirs.

Aizawa has also been coming into school early and had been noticing your bitter scent every morning. By when school started you had a normal scent. He didn’t know how to approach you but he wanted to protect you.

Protecting you would be enough.

He knows Sensoji isn’t the person causing you bitter scent in the morning so it had to come from home.

After that event the two alphas started noticing you more and more. The day you did come I tothe recording booth was a fun day for them.

You just didn’t want one of your friends asking for a price of your food again but they saw it as time to get to know you.

Soon enough, you started coming everyday and started to talk toth every day.

You all exchanged numbers with each o the we and texted. You tried not to come off too keen but Hizashi had different plans. This man texted you so much. So, so much.

One day after a stressful morning you came into the booth and saw Shota already setting up blankets and pillows for you to nest in.

“I’ve noticed your scent is bad in the morning, so I brought in some stuff to help you out.”

Everything was scented by him and Hizashi, which made your heart fly.

You slowly started sharing food with them, and started opening up about your love life.

It took one after school time in the booth you started to think over your relationship with the two.

We’re you courting the two? We’re they courting you?

Once you realised that you may have been courting the couple you went into a panic.

You scent shift woke Shota up real fast.

“What’s wrong, Omega?” He asked.

“I- Mmmmmmmmm.” You thought it over. “I think I’m going to leave early today.” You said as you started getting up.

Aizawa started getting up as well. “Are you sure? I’ll walke down with you-“

“No no I’m fine. Just, got some stuff I need to do.”

He stood still as you gathered you things. “... I see... Bye then.”

“Bye, Alpha.”

You left in a hurry, leaving Shota’s Alpha whining. He got his phone.

“Hizashi, can we talk about Y/N?”

You didn’t talk to the two for a week. You let your parents yell and command you around from as early as you could leave school and as late it was okay for you to be. Though by the 3rd day you silbings started noticing something was off and somehow convinced you parents to lay off.

Hizashi and Shota kept texting you and you just ignored them.

Though it got a bit too much, and at lunch you started to head down to the room.

When you opened the door, Hizashi jumped you.

“Oh Omega we have been so worried! Did they hurt you? Did they take away your phone? Why have they been keeping you at that home for so long?”

You were shocked to smell the room was just filled with their worried scents.

“We were really close to just walking to your house and getting you out ourselves!”

That sent you worrying.

You sent out a calming scent out to calm them down. “Shh, it’s okay. I’m fine, I’m safe. I just, had a lot of homework that I was pushing off and I couldn’t do it here. They leave me alone if I can prove I’m doing homework.”

Hizashi wrapped his arms around you and resting his head into you neck glands. You tried not to stiffen by still sending out you scent and rubbing his head.

“I’m okay Alpha. I promise.”

Shota started at you from across the room.

“Alpha are you-“

Shota shot over, wrapping his arms around and drove his head in your other neck glands.

Your face flushed. “I-I’m sorry for worrying you two.”

The two started to purr from just smelling your scent, and started scenting you in return, causing your cheeks to burn from the blood rush.

“I- Mmmmmmm.” The two held you so close. You felt so loved and wanted. You wanted them to be your Alphas, and it felt like they were. You couldn’t push this off any longer. “I- Alphas? I- A-Are we courting?”

Shota stiffened but pushed his head more into your glands. Hizashi on the other hand kissed your glands, making your head to feel hot.

“Yeah, I think we are, Omega. Is that okay?”

Shota wasn’t going to say anything until you responded. He needed you to respond.

“Yes! Yes that is okay.” You brought them closer and shyly smiled. “It’s more than okay.”

Shota smiled, then licking your glands.

You chirped which caused him to chuckle.

“Our little omega.”

After that, you three were very open about your relationship. People were rather shocked that the “two omegas in a alpha trench coat” have a shared Omega.

Group couples were rare but not really frowned upon.

When you came home smiling in a daze and smelling like the two alphas who brought you home, the was stone quite.

If you had mates then your parents couldn’t control you(in their eyes). It closed some issues and opened a couple of others up.

However, it mostly meant that by the time you finished school, you happily moved in with your alphas.

#eraserhead #erasermic x reader #hizashi yamada x reader #present mic #shouta aizawa x reader #hizashi yamada #shouta aizawa #bnha #eraserhead x reader #present mic x reader #omegaverse #bnha omegaverse #abo #bnha x reader #read is an omega #alpha Shota Aizawa #alpha Aizawa Shota #alpha hizashi Yamada #alpha Yamada Hizashi

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bruh-haikyuu · 4 years

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REQUEST: Before I ask can I just say HOW MUCH I LOVE YOUR BLOG SJSGSGWJIWND THIS IS THE BEST HAIKYUU BLOG IVE EVER SEEN 💕💕ok but can I request tsukki and oikawa where whenever they’re around their s/o they get all lovey dovey and the team sees it for the first time and freaks out (probably teases them) and s/o gets really red? Sorry it’s so long I just love this-💕🥺

A/N: Thank you soo much anon!! I’m glad you enjoy my writing :DD Also. RAS in Bandori. I’m gonna go “DAKARA LONELY LONELY” for a week.

A (Not-So) Secret Rendezvous w/ Tsukishima and Oikawa

warnings: none

Tsukishima Kei

Tsukishima Kei was a reserved man. A man without frills or laces. A man who doesn’t mince his words. A simple man who was a bit more of a piece of work than other first years. And that was what people fathomed out of him—

Until this.

“Crouch down, Ryuu, I want to see!”

Scuffling behind him, Karasuno’s libero craned his neck over the curve of the stucco walls. Nishinoya squinted at the private spectacle then gasped theatrically.

Standing too closely together to be modest were the seemingly pensive Tsukishima and you. Someone cute who either had the confidence or the lack of distaste to be holding his hands with a buddy-buddy swing. But you were smiling, and he was smiling, and that itself was like the world had suddenly decided to do a handstand.

“Kei-kun, are you sure it’s fine to be holding hands here? You only ever want to get close to me when we’re far away from school,” you muttered.

Kei-kun! the nickname etched itself into the second years’ beings. Did this brute put mind tricks on you or something? Tanaka felt veins popping out from his knuckles—what the hell did you see in this bespectacled jerk?! Aside from his annoyingly handsome face, once Tsukishima opened his mouth, everything was over.

Shaking his head, the man in question pulled the tips of your fingers towards his lips, gently kissing them. “I’m sorry I’ve been avoiding you for so long. I hope you’ll forgive me.”

You gave him a toothy smile, enough to make the hearts of both your lover and your spectators melt. “‘Don’t mind’! That’s what you say in volleyball, right? As long as we can spend some time together like this once in a while, then I’m happy.”

Your boyfriend thought that it was plain luck that you were in school. If it were any place else... away from the prying eyes of his seniors and his clubmates, then who could tell how much longer he’d be able to hold himself back from you? Hiding his obvious blush behind the back of his hands, the quiet middle blocker looked away.

“Geez, you should be careful what you say to me, you know,” he murmured.

Meanwhile, you still hadn’t realized that your audience had multiplied. From the two zestful second-years who’d been passing by, to the two third years Asahi and Sugawara who’d gone out of their way to look for their juniors.

“Ehh... Tsukishima, that’s so cute,” Sugawara cooed, pressing down on Tanaka’s shaved head for leverage. “It’s like a panel from a shoujo manga.”

Hinata stuck out his tongue. “That’s gross...”

“Oi, Hinata, dumbass! You’re stepping on my foot!”

“Hey, you two... don’t fight, okay? W-whoa—!”

“Aaah?!”

Losing their footing altogether, the boys of the Karasuno Volleyball Club came tumbling on top of each other like dominos. Groaning at the weight of the ace’s leg on his stomach, Tanaka turned as white as a sheet at the pair of demonic eyes that met his.

“How much did you see.” It wasn’t a question. It was a command, and when faced with someone who looked like he was about to eat you, Tanaka could only squeak a small “everything”.

You were beyond abashed. Rooted to the spot, you could only soak in the sight of your not-so-secret boyfriend boring holes through his clubmates with his steely gaze. But oh God, if you didn’t stop him, who knew what would happen to those poor souls—and he was just getting a little more motivated about the club too!

“I-It’s okay! If they keep this a secret, it’ll be fine, r-right?” you interrupted, getting redder with every word.

“Y/N, it’s not that,” Tsukishima griped. “They’ll only bug me about it me afterwards.”

It was your turn to squeak. Suddenly, just as the tall first year was about to coerce his clubmates into a knelt apology, a loud voice boomed from within the empty gymnasium.

“Hey! Where is everyone?! Get back here and practice!”

Tanaka, mid-way into pressing his forehead onto the ground, sighed. Thank you, Daichi-san...

Oikawa Tooru

Being in a relationship was hard work. Being in a relationship with the Oikawa Tooru was... an effort you had to double in with your tight schedule. That meant having to answer questions from his admirers about what color of underwear he was wearing today, eating the foods he didn’t like and making sure he didn’t stay up late before an important match or exam.

Today, it was bringing him the Classic Literature homework he’d forgotten to pick up from your teacher. And for the fifth time of the day, you wondered if you were his lover or a nagging parent.

“Excuse me,” you knocked on the open doors of the gymnasium. “Is Oikawa here?”

A ball tucked under his arm, the vice-captain approached you. Tall. Were all the members of the Volleyball Club so insanely collosal? “Yo, L/N-san. Oikawa’s out to refill his bottle, he’ll be back in a while.”

“In that case, Iwaizumi-san, could you give these to him? I need to—”

“Y/N-chaaan!”

Whipping your head towards the direction of your boyfriend, you weren’t given a moment to spare as a pair lean arms swaddled you into warmth. Oikawa was already burrowing himself on the crown of your hair, smiling at the scent that weaved through his nostrils.

“Did you come to see me practice, Y/N-chan?” he giggled, spinning you around by your waist. “Aah, that makes me so happy to hear that...”

“O-Oikawa, let me go! I have Cleaning Duty to get back to!” you grappled for air, a twinge of freedom. But this stubborn mule of your boyfriend wasn’t called a service ace for nothing.

“C’moon... Let me kiss you, alright? You look really cute today~”

You almost forgot about Iwaizumi who was tugging on the back of Oikawa’s collar, which was proving to be just as fruitless as the saying goes. “Oi, Shittykawa! You’re gonna get reported for sexual harrasment!”

They’re watching. It just had to be your pure luck that fate bound you to this shameless exhibitionist. The warmth from Oikawa’s embrace added to the searing gazes of his teammates turned to a scorching heat that burst into red on your face.

There was only one way out of this vice-like grip, and you would rather eat cement than say it. But if it meant escaping from the unneeded attention from the public, then there was no other way. I want to crawl into a hole and die, you sighed.

“...T-Tooru...” you murmured into his chest, feeling Oikawa’s clutches go slack. “Tooru, just take your homework and let me go back to my duties, please? Tooru-chan~?”

Stifling their laughter, Matsukawa and Hanamaki who’d been watching the entire debacle go down into flames were now coughing in an adamant attempts to hide their shock.

Finally setting you down on your feet, Oikawa muttered lowly, his heart pounding wildly in his chest. “... Again.”

“H-huh?”

“‘Tooru-chan’! Please say that again one more time! That’ll be enough to keep me going for weeks!”

Slamming the papers into his chest, you scrambled out of the gym, blushing madly. “Oikawa, you pervert! I’m leaving!”

Ogling the lovestruck captain who was being mangled like a limp rag by Iwaizumi, Kindaichi put his fingers under his chin in a faux expression of deep thought. Kunimi, who was already considering bleaching his eyes after what he’d seen, perked up at his teammate’s low hum.

“Kindaichi, you okay?”

“Kunimi...” he said, digging the heel of his palm into his hips, “Do you think I’ll get myself someone as cute as L/N-senpai one day?”

“Don’t get ahead of yourself, Shallot Head.”

“Kunimi!”

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le-desespere · 3 years

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Fluff alphabet *Hawks*

(I didn't proofread this. Sorry for any mistakes!) <3

A = Admiration (what do they absolutely adore about you?)

He just loves you. He definitely melts over your mind. You have a very different way of thinking. He never felt a connection with anyone... except for you.

B = Body (what is their favorite part of your body?)

Your eyes. He loves them. The shape. The color. Everything. He know the "eyes are the window to the soul" he feels a deep connection when he look into your eyes.

C = Cuddling (how do they like to cuddle?)

Hawks loves to cuddle. That isn't a secret. He really likes the 'honeymoon hug' position so he can create a little fort with his wings for you both.

D = Dates (what does their ideal date with you look like?)

Any date with you would make him happy. He specifically like dates where you are at home. Just you two. Maybe watching a movie or just talking. Really fancy restaurant dates are mainly for holidays or special occasions.

E = Emotions (how do they express emotion around you?)

He isn't very emotional. By "not very" I mean he is not. He doesn't understand his emotions. The deeper into your relationship, he will be more likely to say how he feels.

F = Family (do they want one? If they do, when?)

I am very split on this. I feel like he does want kids, he is just is scared. He is rarely home. He also is scared on if he can be enough emotional support to his child. His parents obviously weren't good influences so, he doesn't know how to be a "good" parent. It is honestly up to you. If you want kids he will be up for the challenge! If you don't want kid he is fine as well.

G = Gifts (how do they feel about gift giving? What are their habits when it comes to this?)

He LOVES giving gifts. If you're sad he will get you the most expensive jewelry that Tiffany's has! It can be rather annoying sometimes. Especially if you simply just need someone to vent to.

H = Holding Hands (when/how do they like to hold hands?)

He likes the whole thing. Why hold your hand if he is just going to do it weakly. Fingers have to be fully interlocked. (Also, his hands are always cold.)

I = Injury (how would they act if you got hurt?)

He would skip denial (5 stages of grief) and go straight to anger. If your injury is so bad that you end up in the hospital, he will literally get angry at nurses for getting close to you. Hawks would say something like

-"just let me change the IV!"

The poor nurse would have to be like

-"um... are you a trained professional?"

With enough convincing he would let the nurse do their job. Other than that he is extremely cautious of you. Even if you just scrape your knee he will act as if it was the end of the world.

J = Jokes (do they like to joke around with or prank you? how?)

YES. If you like humorous guys, he is perfect for you. He is always joking around and laughing. He has a pretty grey humor. He doesn't joke about inappropriate things though, don't worry.

K = Kisses (how do they like to kiss you?)

He likes long and passionate kisses. It kind of depends though.

L = Love (how do they show you they love you?)

I am split between physical touch and gift giving. Gift giving is when you two are really far apart. You will get your favorite flowers and candy in the mail.

M = Memory (favorite memory together?)

Probably your first date. He took you to a restaurant and that was the day he found out that he really likes you. Before you he thought he was incapable of love. He soon realized that he

N = Nightmare (what is their worst fear?)

Losing you. He can't even think about it. Hawk's loves you alot. He needs so much reassurance that you won't leave him.

O = Oddity (what is one quirk they have?)

*quirk=habits, not "powers"*

I actually did something with this same concept! One that I very lightly touched on was when he is happy his wings will raise. All his emotions are in his wings. If he is angry, his wings puff out. Scared? They kind of curl around him.

P = Pet Names (what do they like to call you?)

We all know the classic "baby bird" which I totally agree with he will call you bird pet names... something tells me that he find those to be a bit to cheesy for his liking. I just feel like you would be more likely to call him bird-ish names than he is. If you want him too he definitely will though! Again, he likes to show you off so if he is like

"This is my baby bird"

He will get weird stares. He will most likely call you "baby" "darling" "love"

Q = Quality Time (how do they like to spend time with you?)

Hawk's favorite thing is to be with you. Whether it's cuddling, or just talking. He doesn't have a favorite way to spend time with you.

R = Rhythm (what song reminds you of them?)

Female: what makes you beautiful- 1D

"Baby, you light up my world like nobody else"

-ok so imagine you two just jamming out to music then... this song comes on. He will scream it at the top of his lungs while looking you straight in the eyes.

Male: I think he knows- taylor swift

"He got my heartbeat, Skipping down 16th Avenue"

-Truth is, hawks is obsessed with you. Ever since he met you, he has been in a better mood. He literally blushes by just thinking about you!

Non-binary: yellow- coldplay

"Look at the stars, Look how they shine for you"

- you and hawks are sitting at the very top of the city. The only lights are from the bright moon and stars. This song is playing softly in the distance.

S = Secrets (how open are they with you?)

He has a lot of secret. He just wants to protect you. That is probably his worst habit. With time he will be more open.

T = Time (how long did it take you to get together?)

I would say you knew each other for at least a year before you started dating. At when you met he would flirt alot. It kind of depends on how you handled it. If you flirted as well he would freak out and kind of distance himself from you, until he realized he couldn't be away from you. If you don't flirt back he will continue flirting until you get interested then he freaks out and yeah. The rest is history

U = Upset (how do they act when you’re upset?)

I also kind of touched on this before. He will get extremely quiet or will explode. He rarely will ever yell though. He has a tendency to just get up and leave. He has a hard time talking about how he feels.

V = Vaunt (what are they proud of? Do they like to show you off?)

Hawk's loves to show you off. He will be on patrol with one of his hero friends and will be like

"Oh! I haven't showed you they picture that y/n sent to me"

He definitely, 1000% is the type of person to find a way to connect you to every conversation he has. He can be talking to someone about something so random like music for example:

"Yeah, my s/o hates that genre"

the person he is talking to will be like: ??????

W = Warrior (how do they feel about you fighting? Would they fight for you, beside you, etc?)

For the most part, Hawks hates when you fight. Even if you "win" he will still be extremely angry. He can't even imagine losing you, it would hurt too much. If you're a pro-hero he would worry a little

less. He knows you're strong and can handle your own but, you're his love. He needs to know that he can protect you.

X = X-Ray (how well are they able to read you?)

No matter how hard you hide your emotions, he always can read you. The only problem he has is understanding how to help you. Before you, he never really had to empathize with anyone on a personal level.

Y = Yes (how would they propose to you?)

I don't see him having a huge proposal. It was probably a spur of the moment. I can only see one of two ways. 1; one of you get badly injured and Hawks realized that he can't bare to lose you. 2; it started as a joke but both of realize that you were both ready.

Z = Zen (what makes them feel calm?)

Wrapping you both in his wings. He knows that in that moment, no one can hurt you.

#anime #hawks imagine #wing hero hawks #hawks x reader #fluff #imagines #my hero academia #mha #pro hero hawks

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harryspet · 4 years

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dark peter parker x innocent naive reader (or ofc it doesn’t matter) non-con fic?

CAMP KISSLESS | peter parker

[WARNINGS] dark peter parker x reader (Y/N), virgin reader, noncon sex, outdoor/car sex (public?), peter isn’t very friendly neighborhood spidery in this

A/N: I’ve wanted to do a camp au for a little while so that’s why I chose this setting! This ended up being way longer than I thought it would be. Read at your own risk.

In which your the new camp counselor and you’re excited to start your job but Peter has other plans for your summer.

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It was gonna be a great summer.

It wasn’t your first summer at Camp. No, your parents drove you to upstate New York every summer since you were eight and you stayed at Camp Moonfall for three weeks out of the summer. You always made the best memories there but, now that you were older, you were saving up for college next semester. Now that you were eighteen, you felt responsible enough to get a job and of course, Peter put in a good word for you.

You remembered the summer before, all the counselors had let you join them around the fire since you were older. That’s when the game of never have I ever happened and that’s when you changed the way you looked at Peter. You always thought he was cute but with him smiling around all his friends, the firelight illuminating his skin, you developed a small crush. He was a year older than you and you remembered saying how you were going to miss him during your Senior Year.

He smiled at you, of course, and your heart fluttered.

It was in that game that everyone learned your secret about how you hadn’t even had your first kiss yet. They looked at you, shocked, and you would’ve preferred if they had just teased you rather than pitied you. You didn’t care that you hadn’t had your first kiss because you were waiting for magic. You wanted to settle for nothing less.

“So who’s first on your list?” Peter had asked you and you raised an eyebrow. He turned his marshmallow over the fire, letting it brown, “Your kiss list? Who’s your dream first kiss?”

“Thor, I think,” You joke to Peter and he only rolled his eyes.

“Haha, Y/N,” He spoke sarcastically, “But I’m serious, who’s number one?” For a moment, looking in his eyes, you could’ve sworn he wanted you to say him.

“I don’t have one,” You slouched back in your chair, “Whoever it is, I want them to be the one I marry.”

All of their eyes turned to you, even Peter as if you had said something offensive, “What?” you asked.

“You should save it for as long as you can, Y/N?” MJ said across from you, easing the tension, “High school boys are Satan's spawn. And I hear college boys aren’t far off.”

For the first day of camp, your outfit consisted of a tie-dyed t-shirt and a pair of running shorts. You had dreamed of carrying the clipboard you now possessed. Along with the wooden whistle around your neck, you felt complete.

MJ pointed at a gray minivan parked in a long line of cars where parents were unpacking their kids, “Y/N, can you check them in?” You immediately nodded

She remembered her training, all eight hours of it, and took a deep breath as she approached the family. The Dad was lugging things out of the trunk and the mom was rustling around with her triplets.

“Good morning, campers! I’m Y/N” You greeted them with a wide smile, hands tight around your clipboard. The kids didn’t seem to care much about you but you could get used to that, not every child was gonna fall in love with you, “Hope you all are excited for the best three weeks of your year. Can I get the last name?”

“We’re the Nelson’s,” The woman muttered, clearly not excited to hear your chipper voice this early in the morning. She pointed to each child and named them off.

You looked down the long list of names and easily found the three Nelson’s. You took a look at each boy, knowing you’d have to remember all of them, “There, found ya! Are these all of their things?”

The father nodded, three suitcases and several pool noodles on the ground, “You got a bellhop, Betty?” He spoke, clearly not bothered to know your name.

You looked down, still trying to smile wide as you crossed off the names, “Uhm, if you carry your things over there, someone will be there to carry their things to their cabin. Someone will also be there to take the boys down by the lake and they can join in the welcome festivities. You guys can say goodbye there and that’s when your vacation begins, Mom and Dad.”

You expected a smile or a nod of approval but you got cold stares, “We want to make sure they get settled in and see where they will be living. You can’t expect us to say goodbye now.”

Your smile fell a little bit but you kept your composure, “Well, here at Camp Moonfall, we want to keep the goodbyes short. When you took the tour, you were able to see the campsite. It’s very safe. We just find it’s easier for kids to adjust without the big, emotional goodbyes. It helps the homesickness when you start the fun right away,” You thought your smile would somehow lift their spirits but it only crushed yours.

“Could you stop smiling like an idiot? You’re an adult, aren’t you? They must be hiring the mentally incompetent here, Diane,” The father said to the mother.

Your heart sank and your lips parted to say something but the words didn’t leave, “I’m going to that cabin, sweetheart. Do you know what it’s like to give birth to triplets? I spent nine months with these kids and you aren’t gonna rip them away from me. I was in labor for twenty hours!”

“I-I didn’t mean to upset you. I’m just telling you the camp policy. We just find that it works best-”

The dad interrupted, mimicking your voice, “We just find that it works best. God, Diane, I told you this was a bad idea.”

“My mother said this would be a good experience for them!” The Mom yelled back at the husband, she held her boys closer to her, “The boys are not staying here. It seems like there’s something in the water here anyways …” The woman scowled at you.

“I-I can g-get my supervisor-”

“And now she’s stuttering,” The father rolled his eyes, starting to grab their things and put them back in trouble, “Get in the car boys.”

How could your first time at this have gone so wrong? You clutched the clipboard to your chest, tears stinging your eyes.

A second later you felt a hand on your shoulder, “What’s going on, Y/N?” He looked at the family then back at you.

You just shook your head. He could tell you were about to start bawling, “Hey, hey, it’s okay. Go back to your Cabin and collect yourself,” You nodded and instantly walked away.

You heard Peter talking to the family, hoping to solve the issue so that the boys didn’t miss out on camp because of their crazy parents.

“I did it. I saved the triplets,” Peter entered the girl counselor’s cabin, a soft grin on his face. He saw where you were laying on your twin bed and sat down on the edge, “I might regret it later because the funny looking one with the mo-hawk looks like a biter.”

You didn’t laugh, just pressed your face further into the pillow. Peter’s hand rested on the small of your back. You felt him start to rub circles there and that level intimacy enticed you as much as it scared you.

“I suck,” You spoke but it came out muffled.

“You don’t suck,” Peter insisted, “They sucked, hard,” That made you laugh. You turned your body to look at him and his hand moved to your waist, “You’re gonna have a good rest of the day. You’re gonna go swimming, eat hotdogs, and play way too many rounds of hide and seek. It’s gonna be awesome and you’re gonna have to perk up if you want to steal my title as everyone’s favorite counselor.”

You snorted, “Really? I recall Ned being everyone’s favorite last year.”

Peter faked a frown, “The man can make a mean s’ more.”

Absentmindedly, your hand touched his and you moved it away quickly. Too quickly, “You’re right,” you coughed awkwardly, “Today will be good.”

Something clicked, you could see it in his eyes that something had shifted.

“Do you want to come on a drive with me tonight, after everyone’s in bed. I have a view I want to show you.”

“Isn’t that not allowed?”

“I’m head counselor, Y/N. Plus, I’m Spiderman. Who’s gonna fire me?”

You rolled your eyes, “Fine, but we’re back before midnight.”

For such a techy guy, Peter’s car was more run down than you expected, “What? She’s a passion project,” He said, touching the dash as if he believed the car was actually a person.

Peter was right, you had a great day. The kids loved you and you even had one of Ned’s famous s' mores. You had a feeling the night might even get a little better. The way Peter was looking at you was how you’d always wanted to be looked at by someone.

The car turned on onto a dirt road and it seemed you were on it for ten minutes before suddenly a valley opened up before you. Peter parked the car so the trunk was facing an amazing view. You got out of the rusty truck with your flashlight shining for extra light. You really didn’t need it because the moon was full and the stars were shining so bright.

They illuminated the valley and the beautiful mountain range in front of you, “Wow,” your mouth formed an ‘o’ shape and Peter looked at you as if you were the cutest thing in the world.

“Just wait,” Peter opened up the back of the pick-up trunk and there laid a bunch of blankets and pillows. He kicked off his shoes, climbing in and setting the lantern down. He patted the spot beside him, “You can see the stars better if you lay down.”

You would’ve thought this idea was the most romantic thing in the world if you didn’t get so terrified at that moment. This was like … a date. At least, to her, these weren’t things normal friends did. Not when they held your waist and looked at you like that.

You played with your fingernails, “Uhm..” Your voice trailed off.

Peter had already laid down, expecting you to join him. He sat up on his elbows, “Y/N?”

You could do this.

You climbed up into the truck, crawling beside him but leaving a few feet in between you. You let the small lantern keep you separated, “D-Did you only bring me here because of what happened earlier, Peter?”

You looked up at the stars and it was breathtaking.

“No,” Peter laughed nervously. “I just … It just made me realize something.”

“Realize what?”

You turned your head and realized he was already looking at you, “That I wanted to get to know you. You were still nice to those people even after they were so rude to you. It made me …” His voice trailed off and his eyes shut as if he didn’t want to admit what was next, “It made me want to protect you.”

Was this it? The magic you always wanted.

“You don’t … y-you, don’t have to protect me, Peter.”

He laid his hand out and you surprise yourself when you pressed your hands to his, “But I want to,” He said.

“I don’t know how to do things like this,” You admitted.

“It’s okay, I can show you,” Peter said quickly, “Not that I’m super experienced either. But, as you can see, I’m pretty good at choosing romantic locations.”

You blushed and he interlaced your fingers.

You laid there for a while, pointing out constellations and making jokes about the new ones you made up.

“There, I found it!” Peter pointed up but there were so many stars that you couldn’t tell which one he was looking at.

“What is it?”

“It’s you, can’t you see it?” You shook your head, leaning closer to him so you could try to see from his perspective. As you moved closer, Peter turned his head towards you, “Take my word for it, it’s as beautiful as you look right now.”

You looked at him too and you stared until Peter leaned in and placed a gentle kiss on your lips. Magic. This was magic. You weren’t sure how to move your lips but you just pressed yourself further into him.

As you pulled away to catch your breath, you smiled, “Was that good?”

Peter nodded, “Yeah,” and he pressed his lips against yours again, his hand on your waist, “I’ve wanted to do that since last summer.”

You pulled away, “You’ve liked me for that long?”

He tried to kiss you again, pulling your body into his, “Of course, you’re so beautiful … and innocent.” And naive, you thought. You didn’t want him to think of you as innocent. You didn’t want that to be the reason he liked you.

You pressed a hand to his chest, trying to create distance, “Peter, maybe we should go back now. What if someone notices we’re gone?” He held you tighter and your heart raced, “Peter, I-I think we’re moving too fast.”

“This is what people who like each other do, Y/N?” He buried his head into your neck and began to kiss the skin there, “You don’t like me?” His breath on your neck sent shivers down your spine.

“P-Please, please, Peter,” You begged, struggling against him. He soon was on top of you and, as you tried to escape his grasps, he pinned your arms above your head. You screamed for help and Peter only frowned.

“No one’s gonna hear you,” He sounded annoyed. Who was this boy above you? Was he always a wolf in sheep’s skin? All these years?

“Peter, you saved me today,” You tried to reason with him, “Don’t do this.”

He held your legs down as he ripped off your shorts with ease, “White panties? I should’ve known,” This was what he wanted. To steal your innocence and to hold that title forever. He spread your legs with his own.

His eyes hovered above your own, his eyes staring right into, “What do you think people will believe? This story or that an innocent little girl like you wanted to lose her virginity with the boy she’s always had a crush on. Who do you think they’ll believe, you or me?”

You cried out but he shushed you by forcing his lips on you. You bit his lip and he pulled away, fuming and his grip on your wrist tightened, “We’re gonna have fun these three weeks,” He pulled off your panties next, stuffing them into your mouth to muffle your screams, “I’ll be gentle if you stop struggling, Y/N. I know it’s your first time.”

He positioned himself between your legs, pulling down his own shorts before feeling your sex with his fingers. He tested your reaction, watched you flinch as he stimulated that foreign part of your body, “I bet you haven’t even masturbated,” Peter growled, “Jesus.” He could probably finish just with the idea of you being so tight.

He positioned himself at your entrance and you felt just how hard he was. You closed your eyes tight but they shot open as he slowly entered you. You struggled but that only made it worse. You were still, the pain ripping through your lower region. Tears were spilling out of your eyes.

He didn’t need to hold you down anymore, his body was pressed against yours now and you felt too helpless to fight it anymore, “You’re gonna be mine, Y/N,” Peter whispered in your ear, tasting your tears with his tongue, “Only mine.”

As he rubbed your sensitive area and moved in and out, you hated that you were getting used to it. You hated that it was starting to feel pleasure. Peter noticed that you were getting wet and that only made him start to thrust his hips faster.

Something began building in your core and you thought you might explode. Your body convulses and your breathing becomes even more rapid. You tightened around Peter’s member, milking his climax out of him as you did the same but against your will. Peter slammed his hand down beside your head, groaning loudly as he finished inside of you.

You were his for the rest of camp and you were not to tell anyone what happened.

“This is gonna be such a good summer, Y/N.”

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