#My school trademark -\hj

[peppermintys]

ok here you go

marcus lore under the cut!! (warning this shit is LONG.)

// CW for a suicide mention and other dark themes

he’s in a band called pesticide, which involves marcus himself (guitar, vocals), ichiro (main vocals), asahi (drums), and lili (bass)

(asahi belongs to phos .. eheh)

pesticide is almost as famous as clash at the demonhead

ANYWAYS about marcus himself

he was born into a wealthy family, the winston’s were a head of a medicinal company, with their only child, marcus. he was mentally stable when he was little ….. actually having friends… going great in school… normal /lh

dad and his side of the family migrated to canada from russia shortly before he meets marcus’s mom, he’s your typical big scary russian guy /hj

anyways dad dies in a helicopter accident, and not even a week later, his mother kills herself out of grief, marcus is the one who finds her body in the garage. brain blown right out of her head. (he’s like. 11 btw)

custody of him transferred to his grandmother (mother’s mom), his mental health was slowly deteriorating, and he was resorting to rebellious acts to cope. his grandma was so sweet but she obviously wasn’t super fond of his change in demeanor over the years.. (he kept great grades though! surprisingly. he’s a whizz kid, super smart because of super smart and successful parents. it’s in his blood /hj)

no matter how horrible his mental health was, he kept trucking in school, i don’t know how

(OH also ichiro from pesticide i mentioned earlier. he and marcus r childhood friends. ichiro moved from japan to toronto when he was 10-ish, and he and marcus met during a class, and they’ve been friends ever since)

anyways, grandmother dies of age complications, which.. just worsens everything for marcus. (he’s 15 when this happens)

THEN. this is where things get. BADD. um. custody transfers again, this time to his uncle and aunt (uncle works for the same science medicine company marcus’s parents owned. he’s the mad scientist archetype. experiments on animals and bugs and shit. ��i can concoct better drugs than my brother and sister-in-law did’.

he wants to prove that he’s smarter and better than them. and he ALSO wants to show marcus that HE is way more capable than he gives off (he is, but he chooses the absolutely worst way to present this)

so marcus’s uncle (his name is jack) invites him on experiments and stuff!!! makes him his guinea pig for concoctions. this is going on for like 7 months. one day he gets called into the lab trademark after school. jack is all like “ok buddy i have this MIND BLOWING experiment and i need you to try it first BECAUSE ITS GONNA BE AMAZING‼️”

it’s a medicine that gives you animal traits to like. aid you in specific situations. you probably can tell where this is going. /hj

he takes in the vaccine and turns into a shapeshifter!! his shifts r uncontrollable for the most part, and sometimes run on emotions….. it is NOT what jack was expecting. and jack doesn’t have a cure.

a month later marcus’s AUNT gets in a car accident and dies in the hospital like a day later. his cousin confronts him at her funeral and he’s all like “dude do you kill every person you’re around??? you’re a fucking murderer” and marcus goes BEAR MODE (he shifts into a bear beast when his anger is heightened) and almost kills HIM. it’s so scary. ichiro finds him and is able to ground him.. they share a special moment… this is when ichiro finally finds out about the whole shapeshifting thing… ichiro is all like “i still love you man, and i’ll help you out however i can”

the cousin is respectful enough (surprisingly) to not say anything abt marcus bear-ing out and almost killing him (it’s also mostly bc he’s scared it’ll happen again if he does)

after the funeral marcus tells jack about the confrontation :(

then marcus and ichiro finally decide to pursue in their band, they’re starting to get more popular and stuff with debut songs, things start turning around

but THEN a year later marcus gets a step aunt. she’s a BITCH. mentally abuses him behind jack’s back. it’s so bad.

BUT things finally get brighter when ichiro and marcus r heading off to college together.. marcus… and the one safe space he’s had for going on 9 years…

their band grows, both in popularity and in. actual members. they gain a new member, lili!! who can play bass!! she’s ibuki core.. ehehe

the three of them tend to hangout and practice on campus grounds. they frequent a street food vendor for lunch on campus too (the owner of the vendor happens to be another college student, asahi… smiles evilly) eventually asahi joins the band as a drummer bc they r in need of a drummer…

that’s.. tbh that’s abt all i have so far HASBAHSHA

I TYPED OUT A WHOLE MARCUS LORE THING.

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Body Swap 👫 (Iwaizumi Hajime/Reader) ➸Rated T, fem!Reader, 1.6k words  ➷Humor, fluff, awkwardness ofc  ➷ Masterlist, Part 1, ✈Part 2

Thankfully, Hajime’s parents had busied themselves in the morning. Probably out grocery shopping, he’d mentioned off hand.

With Hajime the one blindfolding you now, you can finally place yourself in his shoes, an uneasy humiliation enveloping your bones.

“We can’t exactly dress each other everyday for school, can we?”

You mumble, as Hajime lets you tug the loose tee overhead. It seems he wanted little to do with this dress up game scenario, while simultaneously attempting to save himself from the embarrassment of you catching an eyeful of his junk.

He pulls off the blindfold and stares with an uncomfortable expression and blush. You’ve been doing a lot of blushing today since... well, since you woke up in each other’s bodies.

“I guess not. But I’ll respect your body, don’t worry.”

He huffs, folding his arms across his chest.

A short gasp comes from his lips, clearly not used to having a set of breasts, and he pulls his arms away quicker than you’ve probably ever moved yourself. Hajime awkwardly settles for resting his hands at his hips, and you stifle the snort that threatens to escape.

“I trust you, Hajime. Don’t worry. And same goes for me! I won’t eat junk food before bed, and I’ll work out a lot too!”

You announce while fist pumping the air, and he rolls his eyes.

“You better. Come on, let’s go before my mom and dad get back.”

A lot of changes had to be made to accommodate your... new lifestyle.

You decided it was best to swap phones, considering you each have the same model and should probably be conversing with your classmates and friends with some sort of vague continuity.

You also had a rather short lived and awkward conversation about bathroom time and changing.

And on the way to the park, you discussed the people you each talked with the most in class, how to talk to them, and to take notes properly.

You’re thorough if anything, trying to make this awful situation as easy as you can possibly make it.

“This is exhausting... and we haven’t even gotten to play volleyball yet.”

You bounce the volleyball in the grass, huffing at the torture this body swap is turning out to be.

“At least you can spike, and have a mean serve. It would have been way worse for me if you were a libero.”

At least Hajime is looking on the bright side.

“We just have to get used to our bodies.”

You attempt to reason alongside him, amping each other up.

By the time the sun sets, you’re both panting in the grass next to each other. All former encouragements and hype lost, replaced by the dread of the coming Monday.

“We’re so fucked, I’m not used to being this tall, or having these limbs.”

You wave your arms around in the grass for emphasis, turning to gaze at your partner in this disaster.

“I feel like I’ve been launched back to middle school, it’s hard to get used to being short again.”

Hajime hums in agreement.

“I’m not that short! You’re just tall!”

“Not that tall!”

He grimaces, and you think you hear him mutter something about one more centimeter.

Before you can delve back to wallowing in misery, Hajime speaks up again,

“Whatever, we actually started doing pretty good by the end. It’s not the level we’re usually at, but I’m sure we can fake it in practice well enough. Chalk it up to being sick or something. We’ll be back to normal soon enough.”

Sitting upright, he musters a confident look that warms your chest. You’re glad he’s being optimistic, pushing away the negative thoughts that keep rearing up.

“Yeah, I guess you’re right. Now let’s get food, I’m starved.”

“Agedashi tofu is the best after practice.”

He’s gleaming, and you think it looks more natural on your face than the stern countenance that seems trademark to Hajime. Though, you do miss the rare occasions you got too see that expression on his normal face... so you make a mental note to take plenty of happy face selfies while you’re in this body.

You can’t help the soft laugh, imagining all the faces you could make in Hajime’s body he wouldn’t be caught dead making normally. When he eyes you warily, you shake your head and respond before he catches on to your plan.

“The katsudon here is way better, you’re crazy.”

You grin, mouth watering as you bring a pork cutlet to your lips.

When you bite in, it turns out to be less satisfying than you remembered. 

‘Weird, this place has really good katsudon.’

When you peer over at Hajime, he seems to be sharing a similar dilemma.

“How is it?”

You tilt your head up, gazing cautiously at him.

“It’s... okay.”

He frowns, can he seriously not enjoy agedashi tofu right now? Or was it just made bad?

“Right. Same here.”

The two of you pause, stewing for a second at the disappointment of your favorite meals, before both having the same idea to swap plates.

When you bite into your newly swapped dishes, you both simultaneously break out into wide grins.

“Whaaat, this is so good!”

“’katsudon’s not so bad either.”

You burst out into laughter, 

“I guess our tastes have been swapped too.”

“I was beginning to think this would just be a nightmare. But there’s some fun things involved.”

Hajime hums, taking another hearty bite from the katsudon. You smile at his enthusiasm, before returning to your dish.

 You continue to idly chatter about things that might be important to know, before walking home together.

When you reach the end of the street, Hajime almost makes the mistake of turning to the Iwaizumi residence. When he freezes, you realize you were equally ready to freely waltz into your own house.

You both awkwardly switch sides on the sidewalk, silently acknowledging the blunder with a light laugh.

“I’ll text you if I think of anything else. Have a good night,” you pause, “Y/N!” 

You wink at him, chuckling at the sour expression. If you thought referring to yourself as Hajime was weird, it’s even more unsettling to call yourself by name.

Hajime rolls his eyes before waving goodbye.

“Yeah yeah... Hajime. See you tomorrow.”

The interaction certainly is odd, but you laugh with a grin nonetheless. Despite the fucked up situation, it’s kind of cool to have a secret to share with Hajime.

You just hope it isn’t permanent.

When Hajime turns to the your household, he feels the nervousness come back full force.

The two of you spent all day with each other, not really worried about a stranger’s perception of them.

But now he has to deal with the people closest to you, your parents. And he’s actually quite fond of your parents, they’ve always treated him like the son they never had (as well as Oikawa), but he’s not exactly looking forward to living out their wish for a son vicariously through you.

He swings open the door, kicking his shoes off before stepping inside.

“I’m home!”

‘Remember to be enthusiastic, and keep that RBF in check!’ he hears your insistent reminder echo in his mind, almost catching himself scowling.

“Welcome back darling! Did you eat?”

He hears your mother’s voice from the kitchen.

“I had something to eat with Hajime.”

He sweats a little, your mom is oddly calculated, always in tune with your emotions. Sometimes even his, but there’s no way she’d figure out what was going on, right?

“Good. If you get hungry later, there’s left overs.”

He calls out a thanks, almost sighing in relief, looks like the panic was for nothing. 

Hajime casually (yet so, so, eagerly) heads for the stairs.

“Where are you going? Aren’t you going to say hi to Tooru? He and his mother came for dinner!”

WHAT.

“Y/N-chan! You and Iwa-chan were hanging out today? We’re you practicing volleyball?”

As if on cue, Oikawa rounds the corner and cuts Hajime off at the stairs, eyeing the athletic attire he’s wearing,

“I have something I want to practice more, you should’ve texted me.”

He huffs, arms folded as he leans against the stairway’s frame. Clearly a trick, Oikawa blew up both of your phones all day long despite being told you were busy. Hajime resists the urge to scowl at the backhanded comment. Brat.

Wait a second... how exactly do you talk to Oikawa again? Hajime should know, he’s spent a majority of his life with the two of you, but he’s currently drawing blanks.

He seems to have wracked his brain a little too long for a normal interaction, as Oikawa’s eyeing him again with an inquisitive look.

“Sorry... Tooru. You were sleeping in, and we both just happened to wake up early. Besides, you shouldn’t be practicing so much.”

He’s glad he didn’t let the ‘Shittykawa’ slip, that wouldn’t have been on brand for you at all. Out of habit though, he did punch Tooru in the arm.

“Yow! So mean, why are you hitting me?!”

Oikawa cries out, looking utterly scandalized as he rubs the sore spot on his arm.

“Because you deserve it.”

Hajime rolls his eyes, hopefully you won’t become aware of this interaction or he’ll get an earful from you. He’s still slightly convinced he’s an innocent bystander affected by some sort of cosmic punishment on Oikawa Tooru.

“Are you mad at me?!”

Hajime ignores Oikawa’s cry of complaint, jogging up the stairs. It’s hard being you, he grimaces as he beelines for the safety your room.

Finally in the comfort of privacy, he collapses into your sheets with a sigh of relief.

It could barely be considered a conversation with your mother, and Oikawa, but he’s already feeling mentally exhausted from the social exchange.

And tomorrow marks the start of the school week. Great.

Hajime slumps into your absurd amount pillows (seriously, you only need one). If he feels a little disappointed that he can’t recognize your scent anymore, he certainly doesn’t admit it, and definitely doesn’t entertain the intrusive thought longer than a moment.

A/N: I’m actually having so much fun with this au it’s adsklag;hj, I just like to watch my faves suffer in a chaotic mess I can not lie

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