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hippiegoth97 · 8 months ago

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Into the Fire: An Eddie Munson x Reader Story Pt. 3

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Content Warning 18+ Only, Minors DNI: Swearing, smoking, light smut, drug use, angst, anxiety, mentions of vomit

Word Count: 4.8k

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Part 3: Get Nervous

Sunday, March 12th, 1989

Sunday. Fucking Sunday. You've been dreading this all weekend. It’s the final day of the Hellfire Club campaign, and you also have a paper due for biology. You didn't mean to put it off, but a certain sexy metalhead has distracted you this entire time. You don't blame him, you didn't tell him you had homework. You're sure if you just said so that he would've let you focus. Given the length required for your paper, you decide to tell Eddie you can't sit in today. You don't want to spend all night rushing your work. You could easily write a passable essay over the course of the day.

"What do you mean you can't watch the end?" Eddie asks, surprised you'd deny him your company.

"It's nothing personal, baby. I promise. I just have a big essay due tomorrow. I should've mentioned it earlier, but I didn't want to ruin our fun. Though I think I've done that now anyway." You look down at your hands, leaning against the entry to the livingroom. Eddie's standing close to you, playing about with the hem of your shirt to tease you. He lifts your chin up with his finger.

"It's no problem, angel. I understand." He smiles kindly at you, but his eyes still read as hurt. He knows you'd sit in if you could, but he can't say he won't be missing you the whole time. Even though you're just going to be down the hall, all he'll want to do is run to you and never let go. "Who knows, maybe you'll finish early, hm? And then you can come see me." He says lowly, leaning down for a kiss. Your lips meet, and you wrap your arms around him. You pull him close, moving your mouth against his gently. He's so addictive, the taste of tobacco on his tongue makes you want to never stop kissing him. But it’s already 11am, you'd all slept in late so you have to get moving.

You break away from him, and he whines. "Eddie, relax. I just need time to write a decent paper so I don't fail, okay?" He nods, pouting playfully. "Believe me, I'd rather spend the day with you. But I can't let my grades slip. If I do, Mom will have a cow. And then she might not be so keen on me seeing you." You poke a finger into his chest.

"Are you saying I'm a bad influence, baby?" Eddie asks slyly. He enjoys being a rebel just a little too much sometimes. You roll your eyes.

"You just might be, Munson. Now come on, go tend to your club. And I'll be in my room. You can come check in on me when you're done if I haven't finished yet." You give him another quick kiss, and turn away to go work on your paper. You hear him let out an annoyed sigh, rolling your eyes again at him being so childish. You walk into your room, already regretting sticking to your guns about your assignment. You close the door, but leave it unlocked in case Eddie comes to you later on. You put your record player on, music helps you concentrate. You keep it low so as not to disturb the campaign, and you begrudgingly open your notebook to begin writing your paper.

Hours go by, and it's almost 6pm. You haven't bothered to look at the clock much, you just want to get this damn assignment done. You have about two pages left, but your hand is starting to cramp up. You flex your fingers to relax your sore muscles, when you hear a knock on the door. "Y/N?" Eddie calls to you. "The game's over, Erica claimed a victory for everyone. I'm gonna take the kids home, but I'll be back, 'kay?" You jump off your bed, running to open the door. You're greeted by Eddie's smiling face. "Hey there, beautiful. How's the essay coming along?" He leans against the doorframe, looking you up and down. Your hair is a mess from running your hands through it constantly. It’s one of your nervous tics. His expression drops slightly, worried about how your assignment has been treating you. "You doin’ alright?" He asks, reaching for your hand.

"Yeah, it's just kinda stressing me out. But I only have two pages left. It's not very good, I'll probably only get a B on it. I'm having a hard time concentrating." You downplay the situation, ignoring the alarms going off in your head. For some reason, this paper is kicking your ass. You can't help your anxiety overtaking you, your body begins to tremble uncontrollably. Eddie squeezes your hand to comfort you.

"Sweetheart, you don't have to be so wound up. I'm sure it's a good paper, it'll be okay." He puts his other hand on your shoulder to steady your tremors.

"I guess. I keep reading it over, but it all feels jumbled now. And my eyes hurt." Your breath shudders, and you pinch the bridge of your nose as your eyes squeeze shut. You feel one of your infamous migraines coming on. Perfect. Those last two pages will really be a challenge now.

"Hey, hey. C’mere, babydoll." Eddie pulls you into him, holding you close. Your arms wrap around his middle, and he strokes your head. You try to focus on him so you can steady your heart pounding in your chest. But you can't calm down, you're having a full-blown panic attack. You feel silly having one over a stupid essay, but you can't do poorly on this. You won't allow it. You cannot fail. Ever. Your breath comes out rapidly, chest rising and falling as you wheeze. Eddie loosens his grip, looking at your face. You've gone pale, like you might faint. "Shit. Are you alright? What can I do?" The worry in his eyes only exacerbates your anxiety. You're hyperventilating, and your head feels light. Eddie picks you up in his arms, carrying you to the bed. "I-I don't know what to do, Y/N. I'll get your mom. Just try to breathe. Fuck." His own voice is shaky now, you've scared him. He runs out of the room to the kitchen, frantically telling your mother what's happening.

You hear multiple sets of footsteps rushing down the hall to you. Eddie, Mom, Dustin, and all the kids file into your room. Mom and Eddie help you sit up, you feel like you're going to pass out. You can't steady your breathing, it’s as if you're suffocating. Mom holds out a paper bag to you. "Honey, we gotta get your breathing steady, okay? So just try to breathe in the bag for me. And then I have a Valium you can take to settle your nerves. It'll be okay, sugarpuff. We're here for you." You take the bag, inhaling and exhaling as best you can into it. It seems to be working, your breath slowly returning to you. You hate having everyone staring at you like this, you must look like such a freak. You wish they'd all go away, and leave you alone. You put the bag down, and Mom hands you the pill and a glass of water. You down it quickly, chugging the entire glass.

"Take it easy, angel." Eddie advises, stroking your arm. Mom takes the glass from you and walks out, quickly shooing the others away. Eddie stays with you, holding you close again. You're still trembling, but your heart slowly regains its normal pace. "Do you want to lay down, sweetheart?" He quietly asks. You just nod. He lays you down, caressing your cheek as you position yourself on your side. "Is there anything I can do?" You shake your head, feeling a tear escape one of your eyes. He tuts, wiping it away. "It'll be alright, baby. Just try to relax. I'm gonna take the kids home, but I'm coming right back, ‘kay? And I'm not leaving your side for the rest of the night." He plants a kiss to your forehead before standing up to leave. He walks out of the room, giving you a caring glance before shutting the door.

As soon as he leaves, you can't hold back the tears anymore. You begin to sob, drawing your legs up to your chest. You feel so stupid, losing control in front of Eddie like that. And to have your mom, and everyone else staring at you? It’s so humiliating. And over what? A stupid essay? You really are just a scared little girl that can't handle anything. You imagine Eddie won't actually come back, because he's too freaked out by your little episode. He only says he will in order to spare your feelings. And all the kids will tell everyone and their dog about how you crumble so easily under pressure. Dustin’s bound to have a field day rubbing it all in your face. And you’ll have Mom doting on you every second of the day over this, maybe she'll even throw you in the looney bin.

You lay stewing in your thoughts for what feels like hours, and the sun had set outside your window. You never want to move from this spot again, never look at anyone or talk to anyone. It’s all too much, and you just want to hide, or maybe even die. You hear the front door open, probably Eddie stopping by to tell you he can't see you anymore. He can't possibly go out with a nutcase like you. The door to your room opens again, and Eddie walks over to you. "Hey, angel. How are you feeling?" He asks with a smile, which disappears when he sees how red your face is from crying.

"Terrible. But I don't expect you to care." You blubber, wiping your eyes with your sleeve. He scoffs at your statement, confused at your change in mood.

"What do you mean? Of course I care. Where's this coming from?" He asks, moving closer to you. You turn your back to him, you can't take that concerned look on his face. He sighs. "Y/N. Please, look at me. Did I do something wrong?" You groan, rolling back over to face him.

"You didn't do anything. I just figure you don't want to hang around me since I'm a basketcase." You reply bitterly. You know he's given you no indication of what you're saying, but you can't believe anyone would possibly want to be around you now.

"What the fuck are you talking about?" He asks, shocked and slightly annoyed. "You're not a basketcase. And even if you were, I wouldn't care. I really like you, Y/N." He furrows his brow at you, trying to figure out where your head's at.

"You can't mean that." You shake your head, refusing to make eye contact with him.

"Why not?" He crosses his arms, searching your expression.

"Because you can't see me like this, all shaky and pale over a stupid paper, and still want to be around me. It's so embarrassing." You start to tear up again, and you curse your eyes for working against you. "And everyone was staring at me, I'm sure they'll tell everyone they know about it. And Dustin will tease me. And my mom will worry about me all the time. She might even have me committed." Eddie's eyes widen at your words, realizing what's happening. He lays down next to you, but lets you have some space.

"Y/N, I can tell you right now that you're wrong. About all of it, 'kay?" He reassures you, and you glare at him.

"How do you know?" You cross your own arms now.

"Well, for one. I'm still here, aren't I? What did you think I was gonna do? Just leave and never come back?" He's slightly angry with you doubting his true intentions.

"I guess I did. I didn't want you to, but I didn't think you'd still like me after everything." You answer, realizing how silly you sound.

"Well, I do. I'm right here, ‘kay? Look, it scared me. But I was worried about you. I wanted you to be okay. To be honest, it felt like I caused it, since I kept you from doing your work all weekend." He explains, sounding guilty.

"No, Eddie. It isn't your fault, I didn't tell you about it, and that's my own problem." You reassure him, reaching for his hands. He lets you take them in yours.

"Well, that's good to know, princess. And another thing? You're wrong about everyone else too. Again, they're concerned for you. But the whole time I was driving them home, all the kids talked about was coming up with a way to help you feel better. They care about you, Y/N. We all do. I don't know what negative voices you have in your head telling you otherwise, but you shouldn't listen to them." You nod, and he continues on. "And Dustin? He swore everyone to secrecy about your anxiety. He said he'll smother anyone who spills your private business in their sleep. And your Mom? She told me you've been dealing with a lot for a long time. She said she felt something like this coming on, because you work yourself to the bone constantly. You never take a break, and you refuse to ask for help when you need it. Obviously, I knew some of this already, given how Friday went. But she said she hopes having me in your life will help you. She still thinks it could, which is flattering, I guess." He chuckles, and you let a small smile form on your lips. "There's that smile I've been missing today!" Eddie coos, pulling you into his arms.

You sniffle, wiping away all your tears. Your eyes feel irritated and red. "I'm sorry, Eddie. It's not fair of me to think the way I was about you. Or the others. I just...it's like I know those things aren't true, right? But, it also feels impossible that anyone would actually like and accept me as I am. You know? That probably makes no sense." You chuckle, slapping your forehead in embarrassment.

"No, it doesn't. But I understand what you mean. Listen, I'm here for you no matter what. I won't, however, let you wallow all day. You have a paper to finish young lady." He pokes your chest, making you giggle. "How about we go have a smoke outside, clear your head? Then you can finish your essay. And then, we can spend the rest of the night together. Sound good?"

"Sounds perfect, Eds." You both climb out of bed, making your way outside. You bypass Dustin and your Mom, they seem surprised to see you in a better mood. They look at each other in confusion, questioning one another if they know anything about what Eddie might've said to you. But they end up shrugging, chalking it up to Eddie being the right man for you.

It isn't until you light up that you feel the effects of the pill your mother gave you earlier. You begin to feel dizzy, almost falling over. "Shit, I've gotcha." He catches you, gently leading you to sit in the grass. He sits beside you, rubbing your back with his hand. "You feeling alright, Y/N?" He looks into your eyes with concern.

You try to get your head to stop spinning, but you can't. "I'm not feeling so hot, Eddie. I'm really dizzy, everything's spinning." You groan, clutching your stomach. You lean away from him, and vomit into the grass. He tries to help you, but you push him away. You manage to stand, bending over as you throw up again. You keep yourself steady, bracing your hands on your knees. The stomach acid stings your throat, making you cough. You stay in place, waiting for your stomach to calm down. You dry heave a few times before you're finally empty. You spit any remaining bile out, wiping your mouth. You stand upright, almost falling backwards. Eddie grabs your shoulders to steady you.

"I'm sorry, angel. Have you ever taken Valium before?" He asks, stroking the sweat-soaked hair out of your face. You feel slightly better now, but also very tired. You just shake your head, before burying it into his chest. "I'm guessing you had a bad reaction. You didn't eat much today, either. I know your mom was trying to help, but I wish I had known you hadn't had it before. That shit is not for the faint hearted."

"She takes it to help her sleep, she's always had bad insomnia." You state, muffled by Eddie's chest. You can barely keep your eyes open at this point, you just want to sleep. You know your paper needs doing, but a small nap could help. You could always get up early tomorrow to finish it. "I'm really tired, Eds. Can you take me to bed?" You ask, nuzzling your face against him.

"I will, but I don't think you should sleep right now. You might get sick again and choke. And you need water, and something to eat. I'll get you something, and I'll stay with you until the pill wears off some more." He sighs, lifting you into his arms. You groan, your stomach still hurts. "Sorry, baby. I'm trying to be careful with you." He brings you inside, and your mother immediately panics when she sees you in Eddie's arms.

"Oh, God! What happened? You look awful, sugarpuff!" She says, rushing over to you.

"She's fine, mostly. She had a bad reaction to the pill you gave her and painted the yard with her breakfast." Eddie snips. He continues walking, bringing you down the hall. He plops you on the bed, making sure you sit up against your pillow. "Stay put, baby. I'll be right back." You hear him say as your eyes have fallen shut. He leaves the room to get what you need. You overhear him talking to Mom, their words swirling around in your dizzy head. Eddie calmly explains to her that she shouldn't have given you the Valium. She doesn't sound offended, more so she's ashamed that she inadvertently made you sick. He reassures her, saying it was just a mistake and that he'll help you through it. But he makes a point to tell her to never do it again under any circumstances. You drift off near the end of their talk, hearing the fridge door open as Eddie finds you something to eat.

A while later, you feel Eddie shaking you awake. "Mooooooom, just five more minutes." You whine, your eyes fluttering open. You see him chuckling at you thinking he was your mother. "Oh, it's you. Sorry, silly me." You giggle, trying to keep your eyes open.

"Hey, sleepy head. I brought you some dinner, and a nice tall glass of water." He sets a tray down next to you.

"Not hungry." You shake your head, and Eddie frowns at you.

"You have to eat, Y/N. You'll feel better, I promise." He insists, getting in bed next to you. He sets the tray on his lap. You lazily scan your eyes over what he’s brought you. A PB&J sandwich cut in half, and some apple slices. "It's not too much, I don't want you to barf it all up later. But it's enough to help you."

"Ugh, don't say barf." You wince, feeling ill again.

"Shit, sorry." He hands you half of the sandwich, and you reluctantly take it in your hand. You bring it to your mouth, taking a small, apprehensive bite. You immediately want to spit it out, but you know you have to get something down. You gulp hard as you manage to swallow it. It hits your stomach, and you start to feel hunger overtake you. You take another bite, and another. "Take it slow, Y/N." He says to you quietly, gently stroking your leg as you chew. You swallow again, looking into Eddie's eyes.

"Thank you for taking care of me, Eddie. You're a good man, you know." You smile kindly at him, taking another bite of your sandwich. "Did you make this?" You ask him as you chew.

"How'd you know?" He quirks an eyebrow at you, impressed you can tell he made it.

"Easy, Mom uses grape jelly. But I think it's too sweet. And you...used raspberry jam. My favorite. I don't know how you guessed it, though." His eyes widen, a smirk spreading on his lips. "What?" You look at him suspiciously.

"Raspberry is my favorite, too." He replies, wiping a smudge of jam from the corner of your mouth with his thumb. He brings it to his lips, licking it clean. You stare at him in amazement, he really is something else. "What? Like you said, grape is too sweet. But raspberry? It makes the whole thing come together."

You don't know what to say, so you let slip the first thing that comes to mind. "I think I could be falling in love with you." You gasp at your own words, registering what you’ve just said to him.

"Over a sandwich?" He asks snarkily.

"Well, no. You're just so...." You search for the right words. "Good. To me." You gaze at him seriously, driving the point home that you care deeply for him. He gets the message, receiving it with enthusiasm.

"Well, I'm glad you feel so strongly for me, Y/N. And lucky for you, I just happen to feel the same." Eddie looks deep into your eyes, before glancing at your lips. He's breathing heavily, unsure if he should go further. He doesn't want to push you in your vulnerable state.

"Are you gonna kiss me already?" You say impatiently, his eyes snap to yours again. You can't help smiling like an idiot, closing the gap yourself. Your lips meet, both of you humming lowly into the kiss. You break away quickly, covering your mouth. "Oh, I'm sorry. I'm sure my breath is terrible right now." Your cheeks heat up, but he's unphased.

"It's fine, Y/N. You just taste like sandwich. I don't mind either way, not if it means I get to kiss the most beautiful girl in the world." He pokes your nose, making the both of you laugh. You finish the first half of the sandwich, drinking some of the water to wash it down. You reach over to take an apple slice from the tray in his lap. Eddie sits with you quietly while you chew, still stroking your leg. He watches as you manage to eat everything off your plate, kissing your forehead when you finish the last bite. "That's my girl." He says sweetly, taking the tray back to the kitchen. You sip on the water, feeling just full enough for your stomach to stop hurting. You can't stop smiling, seeing Eddie care for you makes your heart swell and gives you butterflies. He comes back shortly, plopping into bed beside you once more. "Better?" He asks, holding your hand.

"Better." You reply, planting a kiss on his plush lips. You cuddle up to him, laying your head on his shoulder. You still feel pretty tired, but you just might be able to finish your paper now. "I should probably finish my essay." You say reluctantly.

"You sure?" Eddie says, worried about you working yourself up again.

"Yeah, I have to get it done. But...stay here with me, okay?" You place a hand on his thigh, caressing it gently.

"Of course, Y/N. I'm not goin’ anywhere." He places his hand over yours. Your head leaves its resting place, and you reach over for your notebook and pencil. "C’mere, sit between my legs." Eddie says calmly, and you do as he asks. You put the notebook in your lap, reading the last page you were working on to remember where you’re going with it. You feel Eddie running his hands up and down your back, and your eyes can't help fluttering closed at his touch.

"Watcha doin' there, Eds?" You ask breathily.

"I'm keeping you relaxed, angel." He replies lowly. His hands go to your shoulders, massaging them firmly. You moan at his touch, your head falling to the side. "Does that feel good, baby?" He asks in your ear, his warm breath fanning over you.

"Mhm." Is all you can manage to say as his hands continue to work your flesh. His thumbs press into your back, working the knots of stress that have resided there for who knows how long. You wince as they hurt a little.

"I know, baby. Just let me help you, you'll feel better when I'm done." He presses a kiss to your neck, setting your skin aflame. You know he's not intentionally turning you on, but you can't help leaning further into his touch. He draws small moans from you as he loosens up your sore muscles.

"How are you so fucking good at this?" You ask lustfully, making Eddie's cock twitch. Under any other circumstances, he'd be going further than he is. But he doesn't want to push you when you're not feeling well, it wouldn't be right.

"Practice, sweetheart. I'll keep going, but you have to work on your essay." He kisses your neck again, before setting your head upright so you'll concentrate.

"Alright, alright. Just please keep going." You almost whine at him.

"I'll go as long as you want me too, babydoll." He chuckles quietly. You turn your attention back to the book in front of you. You reread the last paragraph to refresh your train of thought. Once you remember where you’re going, you begin scrawling more words on the page. The ideas come easy to you, and Eddie's hands travel up to your neck. He gently rubs out a large knot that you're sure has been there for months, but you remain focused on the task at hand.

About thirty minutes later, the infamous essay is finally finished. "Done!" You clap the book shut, tossing it away.

"I knew you could do it, baby." You blush at his praise as he kisses your cheek. Eddie had stopped massaging you ten minutes earlier, but he kept caressing you in a non-distracting way. He loves touching you, it seems he'll never get enough. You leave his grasp, turning to face him. He looks so tired, and you feel bad for stressing him out today. He peers at you, raising an eyebrow. "What's wrong?"

You straddle him, wrapping your arms around his neck. You look into his eyes, biting your lip. "Nothing's wrong, baby. I'm just sorry for making you so worried today. Let me make it up to you." You lean forward to kiss his neck, lightly biting down on his skin. He groans, his hands going to your waist instinctively. You look at him again, but his expression hasn't changed. "What?" You ask, scrunching your face.

He sighs, pressing into your hips with his fingers. He shakes his head. "It's nothing. It’s just...you don't owe me anything." You open your mouth to protest, but he stops you. "Don't get me wrong, you're sexy as all hell. But you should be taking it easy, sweetheart. It wouldn't be right for me to ask anything of you right now." Eddie cups your face, looking at you meaningfully. "But, what we can do is get cozy and cuddle in bed. I'm fuckin' exhausted, and you need rest before class tomorrow." He pulls you into him, pressing his lips to yours passionately. You return it, grabbing the sides of his face to deepen it further. Eddie quickly catches on to what you're doing, breaking away. "Easy, tiger. Man, even when you're sick, you're insatiable." He jokes, moving you off of his lap.

"What can I say? You really bring out my appetite." You smirk slyly at him, hopping off the bed to shut your bedroom door. You both quickly discard your clothes. Eddie's in his boxers, and you're in some panties and his Hellfire shirt. You flick off the light, and climb into bed with him. You scoot under the covers, and he snatches you into his arms to spoon you. You share a quiet laugh, the feeling of his arms around you gives you a warm sense of safety. You turn your head to look at him. "Goodnight, Eds. Thank you for being here with me." You whisper, giving him a peck on the lips. He smiles kindly at you, his eyes hooded from drowsiness.

"It's no trouble at all, ‘night, princess." He slowly shuts his eyes, holding you even closer to him. He nuzzles his face into you, sighing in contentment. You face forward again, closing your eyes too. You let your mind wander off to dreamland, feeling safe, warm, and secure in Eddie's arms.

To be continued...

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cherrypikkins · 1 year ago

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FE3H OC: Kitt Burgess - Support Conversations and Artwork

From an earlier poll, I wrote support conversations for the top three characters with my FE3H OC, Kitt (they/them). I also did some semi-related artwork. :3

More reading below the cut!

Hapi – Support Level C

Scene: Forest

Kitt: That was a close call. Way too close for my liking. You're not hurt anywhere, are you?

Hapi: I'm fine. Also, I could have handled it on my own without you butting in.

Kitt: I...suppose? Though with a Demonic Beast this huge, I'd rather not take any chances. What happened, by the way?

Hapi: What do you think happened? I was in a bad mood and sighed before I could stop myself. I do that, okay? Sometimes I can't help myself, so spare me your judgment.

Kitt: Right. Okay. That's what I suspected, but I thought I'd ask you first before jumping to any conclusions. No judgment here, I promise.

Kitt: Anyway. Since it doesn't look like you're hurt, I'll just run along and leave you be.

Hapi: Um, hello? Monastery is that way.

Kitt: I... know that? I still have a patrol to finish. But I'll head back once I'm done.

Hapi: Don't you have a report to write up? On what just happened?

Kitt: You want me to report you? That would be giving the Church free ammunition against you. Is that what you want?

Hapi: No, but that's what the Knights of Seiros do, isn't it? Keep an eye on troublesome kids like me and tattle to the Church when stuff like this goes down?

Kitt: Ha. Do I look like one of the Knights to you? That's a little worrisome.

Kitt: I'll just tell Seteth that I took care of a stray Demonic Beast and leave it at that. I'm the only one who knows you were ever here, and I'm happy to keep it that way.

Kitt: Or do you care that much about the rules?

Hapi: Heh. Not if you don't.

Kitt: I thought not.

Kitt: Although, if one of the Knights gets nosy and finds you here, nothing I say will stop them from jumping to their own conclusions. So, better run along now.

Hapi: Wait. Kitty-Cat. I'm sorry I barked at you just now. You probably figured, but I haven't had the best experience with the Knights or the Church.

Hapi: I guess I thought you were just another one of their lackeys.

Kitt: Ha. That's what I get for answering their every beck and call. I'm just trying to put out my best behavior, but Goddess knows they probably have a massive report written up on me somewhere.

Hapi: Huh. So they're keeping an eye on you too, then? They really are the worst. What sort of dirt do they have on you, anyway?

Kitt: I'm not going to tell you.

Hapi: Oh, don't worry. I wasn't expecting you to come out with it. Just thought I'd try my luck.

Hapi: Anyway, thanks for saving my skin. At least I know you'll be somewhere in the neighborhood in case something like this ever happens again. Which, I'm sure it will.

Kitt: Of course. Just come running to me and I'll take care of it.

Felix – Support Level C

Scene: Training Grounds

Felix: Hey, you.

Kitt: Me?

Felix: You skipped out on training today. Again.

Kitt: Huh. So you spotted me. I was hoping to be extra careful that time.

Felix: If you're not here to train, why are you even here? All you do is waste everyone's time, mine included.

Kitt: I was just stopping by to fetch my things. I'll be out of your hair in a second.

Felix: You're looking for your knife, right? I have it here, you know. You left it behind while sneaking off earlier.

Kitt: ...So I did. May I please have it back?

Felix: They say you can dispatch a Demonic Beast with ease, sometimes even a whole nest of them, without anyone helping you. Is that the truth?

Kitt: A whole nest of Demonic Beasts? That's a bit of an exaggeration, don't you think?

Felix: That's what I thought at first. But I've seen you fight before. Why does it seem like you're always holding back.

Kitt: Not sure I understand what you're talking about.

Felix: There you go, with that act of yours. It's like you're afraid of something.

Felix: What's wrong? Is it beneath a slayer of beasts to fight against ordinary people? Or are you trying to endear yourself to others by pretending to be weak?

Kitt: If I was trying to endear myself to you, Felix, I would have gone for a different approach.

Felix: I'll say. Your attitude is really getting on my nerves, and you're not doing anyone any favors here. This is a military academy. Not a playground.

Felix: So instead of trying to fool me, and failing miserably, why don't you show me some of that incredible power I've heard people talk about?

Kitt: ...

Kitt: Because you're not ready.

Felix: Excuse me? What is that supposed to mean?

Kitt: I'm not certain you want to know.

Kitt: May I have my knife back, Felix?

Felix: Hmph. Take it and go, already. I've wasted enough time with you.

Kitt: Thank you. Maybe one day I'll let you see what fighting a monster is like.

Kitt exits.

Felix: ... And here I thought the Boar was terrifying.

Claude – Support Level C

Scene: Library

Claude: Hey, Kitt! Perfect timing. There's something I've been wanting to ask you. If you don't mind me prying a little, that is.

Kitt: -sigh- Let me guess. This is the part where you bombard me with personal and invasive questions about my life history, correct?

Claude: Well, I wouldn't have put it quite like that...

Kitt: No need to dance around it, Claude, I've seen that look of yours. So do your worst and let's get this over with.

Claude: Cutting right to the chase, are we? Fine by me. Let's start with the basics.

Claude: You were born in a remote village in the southern part of the Oghma mountains, correct? Does that... make you Imperial by birth?

Kitt: Geographically speaking, yes. But there are a handful of remote communities scattered across Fodlan that neither the Empire, the Kingdom, nor the Alliance bother to keep tabs on.

Kitt: Mainly because we aren't important from an economic or militaristic standpoint.

Kitt: My village is - was - one such settlement. We didn't have ties to any of the ruling powers, and we rarely ever dealt with the outside world, unless it was with the Church. With some exceptions.

Claude: Okay. That I can understand, except for one small detail. I'm pretty sure I've asked everyone up and down the monastery. Why does it seem like no one has ever heard of your village?

Kitt: If you're caught up on recent history, you should know that my village doesn't exist anymore. It was wiped out by Demonic Beasts. Things like that happen all the time. Surely you and the others must have heard.

Claude: Well...yeah. But that's what makes the whole thing so bizarre.

Claude: If it was wiped out a few years ago, there has to be a record somewhere. As you say, things like that happen every so often, and it's not exactly secret knowledge when they do.

Claude: But I've searched just about everywhere in this library, and I haven't found anything written in the past decade about a village in the Oghma Mountains that was destroyed by monsters. Let alone one with a sole survivor.

Kitt: I'm not sure I'd call myself a 'sole survivor'. ...I mean, there could have been others, but the Knights never bothered to confirm it.

Claude: Is that so? For a disaster like that, you'd think they'd keep some kind of documentation. ...Unless the documents are missing, somehow. Do you think they were confiscated by the Church for some reason?

Kitt: I don't know, but I wouldn't be surprised. Books disappear from this library all the time at the behest of the Church.

Claude: But these aren't just books written by some random dissident. These are recent historical records. Without them, it's like your village never existed in the first place! Doesn't that bother you?

Kitt: It's clearly bothering you, though I can't understand why. Exactly how far are you willing to go just to satisfy that curiosity of yours?

Claude: Well for starters, I could ask you the name of your village. It's just a name, but you'd be giving me a lead, at the very least.

Kitt: Perhaps. But that's dangerous knowledge you're chasing after. I'd rather not.

Claude: Hey, hold on a second. You said I was allowed to ask you 'personal and invasive' questions about your life history.

Kitt: True. But I never promised that I would answer them fully, honestly, or at all. The Church prefers that I keep my mouth shut, and ... it's better that I play by their rules.

Kitt: I'm sorry, Claude.

Claude: Right, well. It's not like I've done much to earn your trust. So, I don't blame you for playing it safe, especially when the Church is involved.

Claude: I guess that means you don't know the whole truth of what happened either.

Kitt: No. But I don't let it bother me. Everything about my village ... well, it's all ancient history now.

Kitt: ...Good luck with your research, though. Do let me know if you find out anything new.

Kitt leaves

Claude: Huh? I mean... For sure. I'll keep you updated.

Claude: Ancient history, huh...? Not bad for a lead.

#fe3h #fire emblem three houses #fe3h oc #felix hugo fraldarius #claude von riegan #fe3h hapi #fe3h art #cw body horror

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weakformingyu · 1 year ago

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Spencer Reid doesn't know how to swim

Summary: after an exhausting case the BAU goes to Rossi's summer house to relax for the weekend, no one knows that Spencer doesn't know how to swim and you are willing to help him keep it that way.

Genre: fluff, smut. +18 - Minors DNI

Warnings: piv, masturbation(f receiving), dirty talk, praise, a little bit of choking, no protection or birth control mentioned, the author doesn't know how to swim too, that's why she doesn't describe Y/N's teachings.

Word count: 2.136

A/N1: this is my try on the @imagining-in-the-margins CM Summer Sunshine Fic Challenge ☀️

Prompt: character doesn't know how to swim.

A/N2: I'm not a native english speaker and this is my first time attempting to post a fanfic in another language so please be nice. This is my first time writing a oneshot too, so I hope it's not that bad.

It's hot. Really really hot. You can't remember a summer where you struggled so much like this one. But after finishing your last case, Rossi invited the entire team and their families to spend the weekend in his vacation house.

You are so excited after seeing some pictures, he has a huge pool and the house is super close to the beach too. After so much traveling in the jet, it is nice to go on a road trip, with the windows open and the wind blowing your hair.

With Rossi driving, Penelope in the passenger seat and in the backseat Spencer and you, the trip has everything to go smoothly. However, you can't help but notice that Spencer is acting kinda strange and he looks nervous, but the doc always looks lost when he goes to some place new.

When everyone arrives the sun is already setting, so it's decided that today would be for settling down and have dinner, the beach could wait till morning.

The house is bigger than you expected, you could scream from a side and someone on the other side wouldn't hear you. There is a huge garden in the front, with so many flowers near the windows, it's going to be nice waking up in the morning and smelling the perfume. You always knew Rossi was rich but a summer house with 12 rooms is another level of rich.

You choose the one in the first floor where you saw the flowers by the window, it's near the kitchen too if you need to wake up in the middle of the night to drink water or have a snack.

After some delicious past that Rossi made for dinner, everyone was sleepy, so one by one everyone was retiring to their rooms.

Two hours after you wished good night to everyone and took your leave, you are looking for a bikini in your bag. You always loved pools, much more than the beach, so everytime you have a chance to spend some time in the pool, you feel happy like a child.

Opening your room's door, you look to both sides of the corridor making sure no one is there. You aren't doing something to be ashamed of, but you still feel embarrassed being this happy about something so simple while the other adults are acting their age. So you go in the backyard's direction, holding the towel covering you.

The water is cooler than you expected since it was so hot during the day, but it's good anyway, you like the refreshing feeling. The pool is big enough to fit all the team and their families and in the middle there is a bridge that goes from a side to another.

You see something underneath the bridge and even though you are a fan of horror movies, you still go checking what is it you saw. Relief washes over you when upon closer look you see it was Spencer hiding in the shadows.

"You scared the shit out of me, Reid", you say, smiling.

"Sorry, I just hid when I heard someone coming", he says not looking at you.

"Why would you hide?", You ask, tilting your head in confusion.

"Well...", he finally looks at you and he seems... Embarrassed?

"You don't have to tell me if you don't want to", you say feeling like you are meddling in something you shouldn't be.

He takes a deep breath.

"I... I actually don't know how to swim, so I was trying to practice a little bit to not embarrass myself in front of everyone else", he blurts out.

Oh.

That's kinda cute.

"Do you want some help?", You ask and he stares at you like you are not making sense.

"Aren't you going to tease me? A grown ass man who doesn't know how to swim?"

You chuckle.

"Have I ever made fun of you?", You ask and he shakes his head.

"No, never"

"Than, there's no reason for me to begin now", you get closer to him, "I'm offering help because in fact I worked as a swimming instructor every summer during high school, so I can be a huge help"

"Oh, I didn't know about that", he says and you notice he's blushing.

You were never this close with him physically, even at work you try to keep your distance from him. You are sure neither him or the rest of the team know about the little crush you have on him.

It began soon after you entered the BAU, you always liked smart man and Spencer was the full package: smart, kind and handsome. So you couldn't help feeling attracted to him. Of course you knew he wouldn't be willing to jeopardize his career to date you, so you put your feelings aside, kept going on with your life and meeting people that were not him.

"There's a lot you don't know about me, doctor", you smile and you can see him furrowing his brows, confused. But it's better to change the subject. "So, are you going to accept my help?", you ask and he nods.

"Yeah"

"Let's begin then", you say and starts to explain the basics to him.

It's no surprise at all that Spencer learns everything quickly, jut by looking he can replicate exactly what you do. So it takes less than two hours for him to get the hold of it. It was nice, getting closer and checking his breathing to see if he was doing it right, touching him with no fear of being rejected, smelling his scent of cinnamon even after hours in the water. No guilt.

"To finish the lesson, let's make a bet. The one that gets in the other side of the pool first can make a wish and the other one has to fulfill it. Let's see if you can win", you say and he nods. You both go to the front of the pool and begin to swim after you count to three.

You were sure you would win, you have much more experience than him. But when you come back to the surface you bump right into Spencer's chest.

"It looks like the student has become the master", he says sliding his hands to your hips.

"Whoa, I didn't think I would lose", you say confused about what his hands were doing there.

Spencer comes closer and closer.

"Now you have to fulfill my wish", he whisper in your ear, his voice is different, it's deeper.

"Hm... Yeah, what do you want?", You are embarrassed and blushing, all the work you did trying to hide your crush was going down the drain. You are so close he can surely hear you heartbeat.

"I want you to answer my question sincerely", you nod, "did you put this bikini that can barely cover you, to tease me?"

You feel your face hot, you're so embarrassed you can die. You begin to struggle to get away from him but he grabs your hips to keep you still. You wouldn't use this bikini in the beach tomorrow with the other people from your team there, you had other more descent swimsuits for that but you did chose the smaller one to come to the pool tonight in hopes that you would meet Spencer wandering in the house and you would let your towel slip while talking to him, you wanted him to see you, see what he could have if he made the first move but you didn't want him to see right through your plan, he shouldn't know what you really wanted.

"Keep your word", he says, grabbing your face and forcing you to look at him, "answer my question honestly, that's my wish"

You feel a warm feeling coming from your core. You are excited, aroused because of the situation you're in and the dominance Spencer is showing.

You nod, expecting that to be enough for him, but he smirks diabolically.

"I want to hear you say it, every word"

You blush, thinking of a way to scape but his right hand is firm on your hip and the other one is still holding your face.

"Y-yes, I wore this for you"

Before you can feel embarrassed, his lips come crashing on yours and his hands slid down grabbing your ass, making your legs wrap around his waist. His tongue enter your mouth making you moan to the feeling. You feel Spencer moving and a few seconds later you feel your back being pressed against the pool's wall, you whimper to the feeling of his arousal pressed against your pussy.

He takes one of his hands to your head caressing your cheek before grabbing your hair and pulling it, leaving your neck exposed, he kisses there and goes down your collarbone.

He sucks and licks your covered nipples making you moan louder than you should taking in consideration that all of your team were sleeping in the house.

"Hearing you moan it's music to my ears", he says looking deeply in your eyes, "you're so beautiful"

You don't know what to do, you still can't take in on what's actually happening. Are you really making out with Spencer in Rossi's pool?

"What are you doing, Spencer?", you don't actually want him to stop, but you don't want him to make a dumb decision just because he is horny. "If we keep going there's no turning back"

"Who says I want to go back?", He says sliding his hand to your panties and putting it aside, he brushes his fingers in your folds. You have to repress a moan, he smiles inserting a finger in your pussy, you drop your head, leaning on him and biting his shoulder. He begins to circle your clit making you whimper. You wrap your arms around his neck pressing your nails on his back.

"Fuck", your hips begin to react by themselves, rocking in his fingers.

"You have no idea how long I've been waiting to fuck you", he whispers, biting your ear. "I had to watch you go out with so many idiots knowing very well I am everything you need"

"Ah... Spence... please", you can't form a logical thought, you feel like you're going to lose your mind if you don't cum.

"Yes, you're going to scream my name soon enough", he takes his fingers of and you feel empty, your eyes opening, you ready to scold him but before you can open your mouth, you fill the head of his cock in your entrance and he thrusts into you. It felt like you were being torn apart and you bite his shoulder so hard you feel the taste of blood in your mouth.

"Fuck, Reid", he isn't moving yet, "please", you ask and he starts rocking his hips, thrusting so hard you didn't though it was possible.

"I always wandered how it would feel to be inside of you", he grunts, his voice almost cracking, "if feels like heaven, I could fuck you for the rest of my life and I would be the happiest man alive"

You take his hand from your hair and puts it in your throat letting him know what you want, Spencer wrap his fingers around your neck just enough to make it difficult to breath.

Everything is so overwhelming, all the feelings you're having, him fucking you so hard, his words, the feel of something growing in your lower stomach, you feel like exploding with pleasure.

"Reid... I-I'm going to...", you can't even finish the sentence before your climax arrives, you let out a loud moan and your legs tremble. You're only able to stay in the surface because Reid is holding you.

You feel his thrusts losing strength and soon he groans, moaning deeply and filling you up.

You two stay still for a couple more minutes, before he distances himself. Now he looks like the Spencer you see everyday, he's flustered.

And you're too.

"I'm sorry", he says looking you in the eyes. "I shouldn't have left my feelings take control"

You feel strangely offended by his statement.

"What do you mean?"

He takes a deep breath.

"I always knew you wouldn't want to risk your career because of romance, so I decided to not ask you out... but now I ruined it"

"Who said I wouldn't be willing to risk it to date you?", you smile, getting closer to you.

"Well... I thought..."

"You thought it wrong"

"So... Hm... Would you like to go on a date with me sometime?", He asks and you smile, giving him a quick kiss on the lips.

"More than anything"

#mentioningmargins #spencer reid smut #spencer reid x reader #spencer x reader #spencer reid x y/n #spencer reid

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hermywolf · 9 months ago

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mi gente, mi fútbol de pep guardiola - FIGO

translation of the figo chapter from pep's book (from april 2001) for my most beloved @daegorth

the translations i've seen flow a lot better than this one but to get better sentence structure some parts are omitted, so just in case someone wanted a more literal, 'word for word' translation of this absolutely insane homosexual love letter, here you go

Chapter 18 - FIGO Colorful days, tainted white

It's 5am. I call for sleep… and it won't come. It just won't. It won't answer. The night of March the 3rd is becoming the morning of the 4th. My number. I just came back from Madrid, from the Barnabéu, where I have lived one of those nights that give meaning to the entirety of a deportive career. I send a thank you, although I don't know exactly to whom, for having dedicated me to this job, and, above all, for having given me the oportunity of enjoying games like this one. Games that we used to live together and that we now live separately. Games where you used to play as number 7 when you now play with the 10. Colorful days you've tainted white.

Yesterday, Luis, when we flew to Madrid, you weren't next to me. This time, Luis Enrique was my companion on the front row of the plane. If it had been you, you would have ordered your usual Sprite, always very cold, and you would have spent the whole flight going through fashion magazines. The Asturian, on the other hand, asked for a tomato juice while he finishes reading 'Labyrinth of Olives', of Eduardo Mendoza. You see, Luis, the new level we're reaching here. You can't say it's not high.

I get to Madrid, I get to the hotel and I'm alone. You, however, have probably already replaced me with another, who, as I used to once, will watch impassibly your usual routine during training camp. You'll grab the phone and you'll keep on calling your portuguese friends and your friends from here so you can talk about everything, except football. And once it's late, when dawn comes, you'll turn off your bedsite lamp and you'll say goodbye to the day with the same sentence you use every night during training camp;

"Alright, I'm going to call for sleep."

And your sleep, I'm sure, will come as fast as you can face defenders, get rid of them and run for the goal. As brave now as you used to be. As brave now as you were that day in Vigo where, playing Portugual against Spain, I saw you for the first time. And on that galician day I saw you do what I've seen you do so many times since then. I discovered the ease with which you put the weight of the team on your shoulders. And, with this charge on your shoulders, you dragged them along as you would later drag us, so many times, so we can win a game today, and another tomorrow. And so on until we reach the titles we reach. And now as I remember you this way, I see you, I just saw you, dragging others. And it hurts me, but… It is what it is.

Anyway, as Ángel Mur says, we like that you come into our locker room at the end of the games. You did it again today like you did the day you came back to the Camp Nou and what happened happened. Ángel likes that very much. He always says he doesn't understand the players who were once with us and who, when we just played against their new team, don't come by the Barça locker room to chat a bit. So we can know about how he's doing, and he can know about us. And we don't care if it's in our stadium or his. What matters is seeing each other. Talking to each other.

Many of those who played with us ended up walking past the door of the Barça locker room, but not you. You came in. Sweaty, tired because you ran so much, but ready to say hi to everybody. The president Gaspart gave you his hand and you shook it. Him, and the Closa directives, and Barnabéu, and probably somebody else too. You said hello the the Mister, to Ángel, to Ibarz, to Chema, to Jaume and, without any exceptions, to every single one of the players. Later, you and I sat down on one of those tin boxes that always travel with us and we talked some time about your new home. About your wife, Hélène, and about Daniela, my goddaughter.

I remember the day you asked me to be your daughter's godfather. I told you; "think about this well, Luis. I'm sure there's someone closer to you than I am, who deserves this and wants this." But you'd thought it thouroughly already. You chose me, and, I want this to be clear, you filled me with honor, pride, gratefulness and responsability because, for example, Luis, where can I buy Easter eggs for my goddaughter in Madrid?

1/2 (more in reblog bc character limit)

#futbol #pep guardiola #luis figo #hermy posts

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empressofthesunwriter · 6 months ago

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A little bit of Fairy Dust 04

Umemoto Hiromi is the daughter of Lady Butterfly and Lightshow, both Pro-Heroes. Despite her Quirk, Fairy, not being traditionally powerful, she is determined to prove that she has what it takes to be a successful hero and surpass her parents. A little Self-Insert!

Chapter 03: Class Representative and the USJ

Hiro wished she had a bucket of popcorn with her!

Seeing Tenya annoy these vultures of reporters with his praises over All Might was just entertaining!

She giggled behind her hand, seeing how death inside the reporters looked and Tenya just continued on.

Ha!

Awesome!

Then Tenya realized they would be late for class, excused himself by the reporters, who looked glad and took Hiro by the arm to walk to their classroom.

Aww, it was just getting interesting!

/*/

“Good work on yesterday's combat training.”, praised Aizawa-Sensei during homeroom hour them. “I saw the video and results. Bakugo. You're talented, so don't act like a kid.”

“I know.”, grumbled the blond.

"And Midoriya...", turned their teacher to the Green Cutie. "You settled it by breaking your arm again, huh? You can't keep saying you can't help it because you can't control your Quirk. I don't like saying the same thing over and over. As long as you fix the control issue, there's a lot you'll be able to do. Feel a sense of urgency, Midoriya."

"Yes, sir!", shouted Izuku passionately.

Hiro had to hide a dreamy sign.

Izuku was so inspiring!

“Now let's get down to homeroom business. Sorry about the late notice, but today, I'll have you…”

Anyone thought: ...take another special test?!

“Decide on a class representative.”

It's actually a normal school activity!

Now all shouted all over each other since they wanted the job, Hiro even so much, that her wings fluttered fast and made her levitate over the ground.

In a normal class, it's about taking on daily duties, so this wouldn't happen.

In a normal class, students might feel like they're just taking on daily duties, and this wouldn't happen.

But here in the hero course, it's a role that allows one to practice being a top hero by leading a group.

Her parents had told Hiro this, both being class-respective in their hero schools.

She felt like she had to carry on the family legacy.

That's when Tenya called loudly over all the voices: “Silence, please! It is a job with the serious responsibility of leading others! It is not a job for just anyone who wants to do it! It is a calling that requires the trust of those around you! If we want to use democracy to decide on a true leader then we should hold an election to choose one!”

All this Tenya said as his arm was raised the highest.

All called him out on this.

“Why did you suggest that?”, asked Denki.

“We haven't known each other for that long, so how can we have trust or anything?”, reminds Tsuyu.

“If that's the case, and everyone votes for themselves…”, says Kirishima.

“Don't you think that is precisely why whoever receives multiple votes here can be truly considered the most suitable person?!”, disagreed Tenya. “What do you think, Aizawa-Sensei?”

Their teacher didn’t care, took his sleeping bag out and got in.

For Aizawa-Sensei it was only important that they finished before homeroom class.

And so they voted.

“I got three votes?!”, shouted Izuku surprised.

Bakugo didn’t like this.

“Why Deku?! Who voted for him?!”

Dry Sero told him it was better than voting for him, while Bakugo got angrier.

Hiro saw how Uraraka was whistling an innocent tune.

Ah, so she was one of the votes for Izuku.

Well, if she hadn't voted for herself, then Hiro would have given her vote to Izuku or Tenya.

Speaking of Tenya he was all doom and gloom about how he didn't get any votes.

Anyway, how he reacted showed how much he wanted the job and all wondered why he gave his vote to someone else.

Aizawa-Sensei called Izuku and Momo to the front of the classroom.

Izuku was sweating from nerves and Momo was cool as a cucumber.

“Then, the class rep is Midoriya, and the deputy class rep will be Yaoyorozu.”, proclaimed Aizawa-Sensei before he lay down again on the ground.

Even if Izuku was in disbelief that he got the job, most of the class seemed happy with him and Momo.

/*/

Finally, it was lunchtime!

“There are a lot of people today, too!”, mussed Uraraka, as the four friends sat down to eat.

“That's because everyone in the hero course, support course, and management course meets in the same place.”, explained Tenya.

After they wished each other to enjoy their meal they dug in.

“The rice is so delicious!”, signed Uraraka dreamly.

Hiro nodded in agreement slupring her Ramen Noodles down.

“Even though I've been chosen as class rep, I don't know if I'm qualified for it.”, told Izuku them his worries.

“You are.”, said Uraraka.

"I'm with Ochaco.", agreed Hiro. "You are more amazing than you think Izuku!"

This made the boy blush cutely.

Aww, Hiro wanted to kiss his cheeks!

“It'll be fine.”, reassured Tenya Izuku. “Your courage and judgment at critical moments make you worth following. That is why I voted for you.”

Flabbergasted Izuku shouted: “It was you?!”

“But didn't you want to be class rep, too, Iida?”, asked Ochaco. “I mean, you have got glasses and everything.”

“What have glasses to do with this? I have them too and the only vote I got was from myself.”, said Hiro amused.

"Well you know, people with glasses are smart and responsible!", answers Ochaco.

"And you are a cutie pie!"

Cutely Ochaco hides behind her hands.

"Aww, stop it, Hiro!"

“Wanting to do it and being suitable for it are different issues.", directed Tenya their conversation back to the former topic. "I merely did what I judged to be correct.”

“I've been thinking...Are you a rich boy, Iida?”, asked Ochaco, what she and Izuku wanted to know.

“Rich—! I tried to change how I talked because I didn't want to be called that. Yes, my family has been heroes for generations. I'm the second son.”

The two were flashed by this revelation.

"Ah you know now it makes sense, why you and Hiro are best friends. Her parents are successful Pro-Heroes too.", mussed Ochaco.

Izuku nodded in agreement, while Hiro laughed sheepishly.

Will it was kind of true.

“Do you know the Turbo Hero, Ingenium?”, questioned Tenya.

Of course, local hero-fan, Izuku know him, saying how he's a really popular hero who has sidekicks working at his Tokyo agency.

Proud Tenya declared how this was his older brother.

He told them because of his brother, who honours the rules and leads people, he wants to become a superhero.

However, he feels he still isn’t ready to lead people, not like Izuku surely could.

“This might be the first time I've seen you smile, Iida.”, said Uraraka.

“What, really? I smile!”

"Yeah, but so rare, we should check if pigs didn't start to fly!", joked Hiro.

For that, Tenya dishevelled her red hair like a big brother, while Hiro made a raspberry.

Suddenly a loud alarm sounded.

“There has been a Level 3 security breach.”, informed a female voice. “All students please evacuate outdoors promptly.”

Not knowing what Level 3 meant Tenya asked one of the older students.

It meant someone was trespassing on school grounds!

So our four heroes-to-be followed after the other students, who fled the cafeteria.

Sadly since all were so fearful, they created a mass of shoving and pushing limps.

Hiro had lost her friends and had to push away people, so they didn't harm her delicate wings.

Damn!

It was like battling against a tidal wave!

Out of nowhere, she saw Tenya in the air and he used his Quirk Engine to boost him to the Exit.

He stood at the door and yelled loudly and clearly: “Everyone, everything is fine! It is just the media! There is nothing to panic about! Everything is fine! This is U.A.! Let us act in a way befitting the best of the best!”

Finally, everybody calmed down.

They saw also how the police arrived and took the reports away.

Puh!

Good riddance!

After they returned to their classroom for their next school hour, it was time to decide on the other class officers, however, Izuku surprised anyone.

He told how Tenya, who in a crisis managed to calm everyone down and lead, should be the class rep and not him.

Tenya was unsure, but the class motivated him to take the job.

So Tenya became class rep and Momo stayed deputy.

/*/

Afternoon class started, which meant of course Hero Basic Training!

“For today's hero basic training, it's turned into a class with three instructors, All Might and me, and one more person.”, explained Aizawa-Sensei their class.

All were surprised.

Sero even raised his hand and asked: “Excuse me! What will we be doing?”

“Disasters, shipwrecks, and everything in between. It's rescue training.”

Everyone talked about how excited they were for it, how good they would do and similar things.

Aizawa-Sensei called for order and told them for this training they could wear whatever they wanted even their hero suits.

Then how they would take the bus to drive to the location.

With this, the teens all took their costumes, got changed in the locker rooms and then walked to the bus, which was waiting for them.

Tenya made his job as class rep all honour, with a whistle and a plan to board the bus.

Sadly his plan was nought since it was a bus that faced seat to seat.

“I didn't think it'd be this type of bus...!”, lamented Tenya.

“There was no point, huh?”, agreed Mina.

"Ah, you will get another chance Tenya.", reassured him Hiro.

She was quite happy sitting beside Izuku.

Been so close she could smell his jasmine and sandalwood smell.

It was really nice!

“I say whatever comes to mind Midoriya.”, turned Tsuyu to him.

Izuku blushed a bit and answered: “Um, yes, Asui?!”

“Call me "Tsu."”

“Um…”

“Your Quirk is like All Might's.”

“Huh?! Y-Y-You think so?”

Why did he react so in panic?

“Wait a sec, Tsu, All Might doesn't get hurt when he uses his.", reminded Eijiro. "They just kind of look the same.”

Izuku let out a relieved breath, while Hiro wondered what was up with that, as Eijiro continued: "But it's nice to have a simple augmenting-type Quirk. You can do lots of flashy stuff! My Hardening's strong against others, but unfortunately, it doesn't look like much.”

“I think it's really cool! It's a Quirk that can definitely pass as a pro!”, encouraged Izuku.

“A pro's, huh? But you have to think about popularity as a hero, too, you know.”

It was like Aoyama had waited for a moment to hype himself up: “My Navel Laser is pro-level in both flashiness and strength.”

Only for Mina to bring him down to earth to remind him how he gets always a stomach ache.

“Well, if you're talking about flashy and strong, it's gotta be Todoroki and Bakugou, though, huh?”, mussed Eijiro.

"Bakugou's always mad, so he doesn't seem like he'll be popular, though.", pointed Tsu out.

"What the hell! You wanna fight!", shouted Bakugo, jumping up from his seat.

"See?"

"We haven't known each other that long, so it's amazing that everyone already knows his personality is crap steeped in sewage.", added Denki.

This made Katsuki even angrier.

"What's with that vocabulary, bastard?! I'll kill you!"

Hiro stared confused at how Izuku was covering in his seat and shaking, while the other still roasted Katsuki.

"Izuku, are you all right?", asked Hiro laying a hand on his shoulder.

A girl...is touching my shoulder?!

"Y-Yeah, Hiro, I-I'm o-okay!"

Confused Hiro just blinked.

Being okay was something different in her book.

It was then that Aizawa-Sensei informed them they had reached their destination and warned them to act respectfully.

They enter the enormous building where another Pro-Hero waits for them.

“Everyone, I have been waiting for you.”

“It's the Space Hero, Thirteen!”, fanboyed Izuku. “The gentlemanly hero who has rescued tons of people from disasters!”

“Oh, I love Thirteen!”, told Uraraka.

“Let's go inside without delay.”

In Aww, the teens saw so many different big locations, a shipwreck, a landslide, a fire, a windstorm and other situations which demonstrated a rescue.

It reminds them all of the Universel Studios Japan.

“It is a training ground that I made with different types of accidents and disasters. It's called the "Unforeseen Simulation Joint," or "USJ" for short!”, said Thirteen.

It really is USJ.

Aizawa-Sensei asked Thirteen where All Might was.

They whispered a bit with each other before their teacher turned annoyed with them and told them they would start the lesson without All Might.

Then Thirteen took over: “Before we begin, let me say one thing, or two...three... four... five... six... seven…”

It's increasing...!

“Everyone, I am sure you are aware of my Quirk, Black Hole. I can suck up anything and turn it to dust.”

“You have been able to use that Quirk to save people from all kinds of disasters, right?”, said Izuku.

Thirteen agreed but told them how his power could easily kill. He bet a lot of them had similar powers. With Aizawa, they learned their borders, and with All Might how to fight against other humans, now they would learn to use their Quirks to save people.

Out of nowhere the lights flickered and got out.

On the water fountain formed a black-purple vortex.

Out of it looked someone who had a severed hand on his face.

What the…?!

“Gather together and don't move!”, commanded Aizawa-Sensei. “Thirteen, protect the students!”

Out of the vortex stepped the strange guy with the hand on his face and a lot of other people.

Kirishima wondered if this was like the entrance exam.

Aizawa-Sensei disagreed: “Those are villains.”

All the young heroes-to-be gasped in shock.

Oh no, what would happen now?!

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mystical-strawberry-sheep · 1 year ago

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"Please stay out of my head today..."

Hanekoma looked up from what he was doing to the young lady taking a seat at his counter, eyes downcast and shadowed by the bill of her cap. It wasn't entirely out of the ordinary for her to come in in a state like this, but the request was odd. Aku always had a hard time saying what was on her mind, so she usually preferred to have her thoughts read. Sure, there were always rules. There were still things in her mind she preferred not to address, like the imaginary boyfriend situation or her more childlike thoughts. But for the most part she was happy to let him scan her and puzzle out the thoughts and emotions she couldn't find the words to articulate. She had never really asked for him to just stay out before.

Hanekoma turned back to start making her usual order, and he spoke to her over his shoulder, "What happened? Do ya wanna talk about it?"

"No..." A soft reply. He had to strain to hear it.

Whatever it was must have been awful, he thought. She found comfort in his words, usually. She always wanted to talk to him, to get all of that pain off of her chest and have someone to hide in. It was uncharacteristic of her to ask not to have an outlet.

"I can't help ya if ya don't talk to me, ya know," he said softly. "Not that I want to force ya or anything, but... You know it's not gonna get better until ya talk to someone about it."

He waited but received no answer, so instead he finished up the coffee and brought it around so he could see her for himself. As quiet as she had been, he should have known that she was crying. Silent and still, and refusing to look up, the only real way to tell was the streaks along what parts of her cheeks weren't covered by the bill of her cap and the droplets falling on the countertop. Whatever happened had really bothered her, and he wasn't sure what to do to help.

Another stress on top of all of the rest...

He reached under, and Aku flinched hard as his hand came up to gently wipe the tears away. She was trembling all over, and while she didn't pull away she was trying very hard to remain rigid and unyielding to his attempt to comfort her. It was almost like she was trying to run away from him. He couldn't understand it, not without dipping into her head. She had asked him not to, but... Would it really hurt, just this once?

"There is no helping," she choked. "No one can help me. I'm awful. I hate myself so much. I hate everything about myself. Why are you like this? Why am I like this? I wish I were..."

"Don't," Hanekoma cut in. It didn't sound like she was going to continue that sentence, but just in case he didn't want to give her the space to. "Don't say that. Sweet Tooth, if ya just tell me what's goin' on in that head'a yours... or at least lemme look on my own, I could probably help ya feel better, ya know? I could make it better."

Shaking, Aku pulled her arms up and buried her face into them, sobbing even harder. No way to hide the sounds now, she cried heavily into the shelter she'd made of herself. She had come here even though she knew it was a bad idea. What did one do when their safe place turned into a prison? A trap? A torture house? How did she find safety when the person who had always made her feel safe was now the aggressor?

And he didn't even know it. And she couldn't find a way to explain it without ruining everything. And there was no chance of what she was looking for anyway, because it was all an idolized dream that didn't exist in reality. Why was she like this? Why did she get so attached to people that did not care about her? Why did she always become so desperate when she felt like someone was being kind to her? No one would ever care about her, no matter what she did, and it would always end poorly, so why did she keep letting herself get close to people?

A warm hand on her back, and she didn't have the energy to pull away. It wasn't in her head, either. Mr. Hanekoma always pet her when she was feeling bad. So perfect, this person. So wonderful and loving. Probably surrounded by people who were vying for his attention. Considerate and trustworthy. And she had to go and ruin everything.

Her energy fell away, and before she could really do anything about anything or get up and leave, she'd fallen asleep right there at the counter, coffee untouched. Hanekoma moved her around a bit to remove and clean her glasses, but he didn't try to wake her up. That would have only happened because she was exhausted from this, and if he couldn't help her, the least he could do was take care of her.

He refrained from peeking in her mind. And she dreamed that things were different.

#ooc: princess aku #fanfiction: storybook #fandom aku: where the gates lead #twewy aku: watching planes of existence #mentioned: strawberry barista #//i don't write enough drabbles of my characters interacting w each other #//i should remedy that #angst tw #suicidal ideation tw #low self esteem tw #ask to tag

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maverick-jones-writer · 3 months ago

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spilling the tea for AetherNet pt. 2

A/N: hi hi everyone! happy sunday :) I'm gonna share what happens after part 1 and provide more insight into the plot of my story! so far, I have 2000 concrete words written for this story, and I hope to finish chapter one with written words soon, and maybe I'll share it with all of you! I hope you enjoy, and have a day of relaxation today!

So, we left off with this fugitive asking Jaedyn to kill him.

Rightfully so, Jaedyn is like what the fuck no? Like that was the last thing on the list and that's only if he goes to hurt Morgan. He's like no, man I really just want you out of my house (well, alleyway, but still).

But this guy doesn't back down he's like well if you don't wanna do it, she can. That was your plan, right?

Which it was sorta the plan, but he's not gonna admit that right now. So he's like um no way get the fuck out dude, like I'm not gonna kill you, like go out and suffer the consequences of your actions.

So fugitive guy starts freaking out and is like bro absolutely no way, I can't go back there. I can't do it.

Jaedyn is like sorry dude but like you're not gonna get out of this, you'll have to face what they want to do to you.

This is where the second curveball hits and the guy is like it's not about what they'll do to me, it's about what they want to make me do.

That's when it clicks for Jaedyn that if this guy wanted to hurt them, they likely would already be dead. Pieces start forming together here, and he has to make a decision. Now, his logic brain is like this guy is a fugitive, throw him to the fucking street like a dog.

However, Jaedyn gets these intense gut feelings a lot of the time, and occasionally they clash with his logic brain. Whenever he doesn't listen, something bad always happens. Now, his gut feeling is saying to help this guy.

This is the first time his gut instincts and his logic have clashed so harshly, and Jaedyn has like five seconds to decide since the alarm bell has now rang twice, meaning they're gonna start the sweep any fucking second.

Surprising even Jaedyn himself, he goes with his gut, because he actually can help this guy out - he's gotten himself out of level four sweeps before using this trick.

(Quick aside, level four sweeps are done with soldiers walking through the main streets with infrared source detectors. It's the highest level "general sweep" just before level five where they start invading people's homes)

((Last aside, level five sweeps need royal clearance before they can happen, but since they started with a level four, a level five could come a day or two later if there's probable cause during the level four sweep)).

ANYWAYS Jaedyn discovered if you hide behind a solid black metal sheet, it will block the infrared detectors from seeing your core. He keeps a large sheet in the back of the alleyway just in case, so he leads the fugitive back there and is like crouch behind this and do. not. move.

The guy is initially skeptically, and questions Jaedyn, who then says some cool ass line that boils down to "just trust me, bro" and the guy relents and hides.

Jaedyn goes back up to Morgan and gives the "all clear" command, and she's like bro????? we're definitely not clear???? and Jaedyn is like there's nothing wrong so go back to playing, which she does but she's veeeeeery reluctant, which is the first time that has happened in their relationship as well. (Lots of new things happening!)

So, the sweep happens and it's very intense but it works out and the sirens call the all-clear. Jaedyn sighs, and immediately begins thinking of the plan when the fugitive comes like wobbling out. He is like badly shaking and hyperventilating, and he pretty much faints in Jaedyn's arms.

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E/N: Soo, I'm thinking of ending chapter 1 of Jaedyn and Eli's story here? Either here or at the end of part 1, I haven't decided yet. Next part will have more of Eli and Jaedyn before I move on to another character. Toodles!

#writing #aethernet #current wip

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she-rambled-but-they-were-true · 5 months ago

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rant time

Listen I'm way closer to my mom than I will ever be to my dad, especially over the past few years when I have been at an all-time low, mentally, emotionally, physically and academically. I think she understands that both parents can't be privy to the child's feelings and scold them relentlessly. If my mom hadn't supported me then, I don't know what state I would be in(Maybe they should have done that, i would have gotten marks then).

Anyways the point is my mom is very supportive and though she doesn't understand me all the time, the fact that she even tried to listen to me when I talk is enough to keep me just on the line of losing my sanity.

But I swear there are certain times, which btw they being so petty i can't even...

Today in the afternoon we were both having our lunch at like 4 in the afternoon after coming back from school. We were both extremely tired and drained. While sitting down my mom apparently refuses to have the room temp water right in front of her and instead demands that i get up immediately and bring her the bottle with cool water from the next room over. I was very tired and I just wanted to go crash onto the bed and I was barely keeping my eyes open, I told her that maybe she could manage with the room temp water till I finished eating and then I'd get the water bottle, it would have only taken me 5 mins tops to finish eating. And I didn't say it rudely but in a pretty straightforward way where I told her, I didn't want to get up when I was in the middle of eating as soon as I finish I'll get you the water, meanwhile you can maybe drink from this jug for time being.

She looked at me weirdly and then got up saying "Ami mone rakhbo eta" - "I'll remember this" What??? what does that even mean?? I told her, why would you say that i just said I'll get up after having my lunch and give you the water. But she interrupted me halfway through repeating the same sentence and telling me that i would have either ways not gotten up.

Tell me, what did I do wrong?? I don't like confrontation, and starting one is not something I'd do. She's still being cold as fuck not talking to me like she would normally do, and overall showing as though she's extremely disappointed in me BECUASE I TOLD HER I'D GET UP AFTER HAVING FINISHED MY LUNCH AND THEN GIVE HER THE WATER

You know what, if she wanted to be petty so could I, When I was really young I was feeling thirsty so I asked her to give me the water bottle which was sitting a little out of arm's reach for her. She said no and tole me to get up and get it myself, unlike the earlier case, I didn't have another water source sitting right in front of me, and I didn't want to get up becuase I knew she could EASILY reach over and get me the bottle.

There are so many times where she randomly becomes a hypocrite, so many times where she "gets mad" over the smallest of things and when someone else is in the same situation as her she simply refuses to do what she expects other to.

Anyway, I'm not apologizing because I don't think I did anything wrong, she'll come around when she wants to, I'm way over the age where I have to convince her that I'm the bad guy and she is way over the age to "get mad" about someone not giving her "cool" water. If she doesn't come around well that's on her, honestly, i want to see how long she puts up this play because she does have to live the next two years with me, best bet she'll forget it by Monday so why should I bother, if she doesn't well I dunno I don't have a problem self-isolating and forgetting about the world like I usually do.

#she rambles #jr rambles

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morimyth · 1 year ago

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So. Putting this mf on blast outside of tags bc Red Flags Galore.

In our interview to schedule a dental extraction, he openly admitted to losing my panoptic xray, the most important xray, when all six files were sent to him at once. He also kept trying to push me to get More xrays, even after the DA next to me said "we can send them again". He continued with the "oh well I'll put this down anyway just in case-" and I had to cut him off with the "No You Will Not", bc we sent those, and you should keep and use the ones we sent, stop poaching me for more imaging money.

He then Proved he went digging into my personal files without a release, by confirming on camera my Anxiety and Depression diagnoses. I deflected and asked why that was relevant, and I straight up gave him the "are you fkn insane" look, bc I know damn well my dental office doesn't have access to my MH, any MH records that exist in the ether are more than 10y old and inaccurate at best, and this guy would have had to Dig Deep to find it. Yikes.

He also was blissfully unaware of the existence of my dental facility, asked me Where I Was, and when I told him the name of the facility he's like "whats that?" So I went full sarcasm and told him it was a circus. He did not like this.

Following the video call, I received a text from an automatic service Declaring I had an appointment set for 9am, 48h from my previous consultation appt. In call, he asked me "why not just come up in person?" I openly said that any scheduling needs to be with some time to account for travel expenses, which he fully ignored.

Trying to interact with this abysmal autotext service, I found out there was No option for negotiation, just a Y/N that either confirmed the appt or canceled it entirely. The help options led to dead sites and phone lines that don't work. The text service was a pay per text nightmare.

This part is conjecture, but this man wanted to Confirm all of my vulnerabilities, before triggering them (purposefully), getting me into a vulnerable position In Office ASAP, doesn't have a working contact number, and start to finish, played complete incompetence like I wasn't going to see that shit and fucking run.

So I called my dentists office the next day, and had them schedule me for the specialist I was originally referred to by my DMD, and thankfully the office was amicable and put that in motion for me. I did not have to do any extra work, and my office was actually really understanding about it when I voiced my concerns.

Flash forward to today, where he CALLED ME FROM A BLOCKED NUMBER to ask if I still wanted to come in. I didn't confirm my name, but I did specify that I'd gone with another specialist for my treatment. I did not let him sadboi me into anything, bc he started in with "oh I lost more of this, and I'm not sure how this works uwu can I still get an appt?" Bitch no you can't still have an appointment, and if you spoke to my dentists office in any real capacity, instead of calling me directly on my private number, you would have figured that out.

I looked this mf up, and Dr. Levi Miller is actually a failed private practitioner from Washington state with a slew of one star reviews online. Coupling that with the straight up Predatory Stalker vibes, if he contacts me again, I may just get a restraining order, bc FUCKING YIKES.

UR Medicine made a Huge Mistake hiring this one.

If I can't talk to a human, I'm not going.

#chronic illness pain chronicles #curb stomping this one #this man is an absolute wreck theres no way he's seeing my mouth insides no matter how badly he wants it #ive never been so disgusted

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beels-burger-babe · 4 years ago

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Beelzebub's Very Bad No Good Day

***So this is the new format in which I'll be answering requests. In my experience, actual posts get spread further than asks do, so this will hopefully help with that. ANYWAY, I am crazy excited about this request as a major Beel simp and YES I will proudly do this request! Thank you @sinnoman for blessing me with it. -B*** Summary: Beel doesn't get anything to eat one day, and it doesn't go well for anybody.

From the moment Beelzebub woke up, he knew that today was going to be a terrible day. For starters, he had apparently raided the fridge in his sleep the night before, so there was not a crumb left in the house for anyone to make breakfast with. Most of the others had gone and grabbed something from Hell's Kitchen on their way to class, but poor Beel had slept through his alarm due to the food coma his nighttime snack had put him in and had to rush to RAD. The entire school was talking about the monster that they believed had awoken beneath the school. Teachers were on edge ready to evacuate the premises for the earthquake they believed to be happening. Beel avoided eye contact, blushing as his empty stomach continued to rumble and roar throughout the day. He ended up eating a few pencils just to get it to quiet down and even that didn't have much effect. The Avatar of Gluttony nearly cried tears of relief when the lunch bell rang. But it seemed that fate was not his friend that day. He was going to order a gargantuan-sized Little Devil mango slushy, a side of Hellfire curry rice, fried shadow bat, and 108 seed salad and the main course of at least twenty shadow hog burgers with three servings of caramel shadow tart for dessert. Beel was drooling at just the thought of it. He was almost at the ordering station when he felt a hand on his shoulder. Beel growled and turned around, baring his teeth at whoever dared to disturb him.

Belphegor narrowed his eyebrows in concern. "Woah. Beel, relax. It's just me. We've got a student council meeting, and Lucifer has threatened to take away supper from whoever skips out." Beelzebub scoffed as the air around him darkened at the mention of someone taking food away from him. "I'd like to see him try." Belphie raised an eyebrow at his twin's uncharacteristically grumpy behaviour. "Are you alright, Beel?" As though to answer his question, Beel's stomach let out another loud roar, causing several students to flinch and Beel to scowl in frustration. "I'm hungry." Belphie's frown deepened. Beel was always hungry, but he didn't usually let it get to him like this. The younger twin rifled through his own bag before pulling out an obviously full paper bag. "You can have my lunch if you want. I ate a little bit of it during class and swiped a bagel from Mammon during the first period, so I'm not all that-" Before he could finish Beel ripped the bag out of Belphie's hands and devoured it, bag and all. Belphie blinked at his now empty hand and chuckled as Beel chewed. "Man, you must be starving huh?"

Beelzebub merely grunted and continued to chew before swallowing down the small meal. He glanced back at the lineup in the cafeteria and put a hand on his stomach as he thought about the lunch he should be enjoying. Belphie nudged him. "Come on, big guy. We got to get to that meeting. The sooner we get it over with, the more likely it is that we'll end early and you might be able to grab something before class starts again." Only the meeting was not short and quick like Belphie had said it might be. Diavolo wanted everyone to come up with an idea for a school fundraiser, and Lucifer was arguing with Asmodeus on what was and was not appropriate. To make matters worse, you were unable to attend as, according to Mammon, your charms professor had asked you to stay behind afterwards to discuss your progress in the class. The bickering on top of the lack of food in his stomach was giving Beel a migraine and the longer he sat there, the more irritable he had become. Eventually, it became too much and he snapped. "ENOUGH!" he bellowed, flipping the table as he stood. "No one cares about the stupid fundraiser anyway and you're just wasting all of our time arguing over something that will inevitably fall apart and cause an even bigger mess, just like it always does!" "Beelzebub! Watch your tone in front of-" "Shut it, Lucifer!" his brother's gaped at him in shock as he snarled at their elder. "I am sick and tired of you pushing us all around and punishing us when the slightest thing goes wrong just because you-" Beel poked Lucifer's chest hard enough to make him take a step back, "won't take responsibility for your own mistakes!" "Oh shit," Mammon whispered under his breath, as Lucifer's eyes narrowed and his body tensed in defence. The second-born quickly squeezed his way between the two of them and spread his arms to try and create some distance. "Okay! Tensions are high. People are upset. But this is not the place to brawl it out." he glanced over at Lucifer who looked like he was a second away from stringing him up to the ceiling. "Might I remind ya Lord Diavolo is still in the room?" Lucifer looked over at Diavolo, who appeared to be both hurt and concerned by Beelzebub's words, before sighing and fixing his composure. He gave Beel a hard look. "Obviously something is upsetting you, but we can discuss this at home. For the time being, I recommend you work on calming yourself and clearing your head." Beel just growled at him before stomping out of the student council room. He had been about to re-enter the cafeteria again when the bell rang signalling the end of lunch hour. Beelzebub felt his eye twitch before his demon form burst into existence. He let out a deafening scream as he grabbed a table and threw it across the room (students still seated on it, included). Students were yelling and scrambling like mice as the large demon rampaged through the halls. He tore the locked grate off of the serving station and grabbed the nearest server by the scruff of the collar, causing them to squeak in fear. "I'm hungry," Beel rumbled lowly as the demon trembled in his hands. "Get me something to eat now or I will not hesitate to eat you." "R-R-Right away, Beelzeb-b-bub." Beel carelessly dropped the demon, who scattered off to gather as much food as they could. He began pacing like a caged animal. Having been alerted by all the noise, his brothers and Diavolo rushed into the nearly destroyed cafeteria. Diavolo's jaw dropped. "Beelzebub, what's the meaning of all this?" Beel's famished brain didn't acknowledge Diavolo as an authority at the moment. Instead, he was yet another person trying to keep him from eating. "I need food. NOW!" Lucifer's eyes widened in realization as he whispered something to Diavolo. The prince nodded and took a step back. "I'm sure the cooks are doing all they can to get you food right away. But I need you to control yourself before I am forced to take action." Satan had his phone out and was urgently texting someone, as Belphie moved forward.

"You'll get your food shortly Beel. You just need to wai-" "I don't want to wait!!" There was a part of Beelzebub's brain that was aware he was acting like a child. But his stomach physically hurt from how empty it was. He was tired. He was starving. He didn't have the patience for pleasantries. "I've barely eaten anything all day, and people keep staring and talking about me because my stomach just will not stop growling and I'm so hungry that I can barely think straight! I hate it! But I know it won't go away unless I eat, so I NEED TO EAT!" The brothers looked at Beel in shock. They knew that he ate a lot, but they always passed it off as just another quirk that made him Beel. They didn't know it bothered him like this. They thought back on all the instances where Beel had stated that he was hungry out of nowhere, always with a distressed look on his face. Every single time they had brushed him off. Before any of them could respond, you casually walked into the war zone that was the cafeteria. "Alright Satan, what's so urgent that you needed me so badly?" The room fell quiet as everyone's attention snapped over to you and you took in the situation. It didn't take long for you to connect the dots.

You immediately began to rush over to Beelzebub; Mammon stepped forward to stop you. "Woah, MC! I don't think that's a good idea right now!"

You ignored him and continued to make your way to Beel. Seeing you, the small human that you were, made Beel realize just how reckless he had been acting. He held out his hands to stop you and took a step away. "You should listen to Mammon, MC. I-I haven't eaten all day and I-" "You haven't eaten all day?! Oh god, this is worst than I thought." Beel watched as you slid the oversized backpack that he had seen you carry around RAD with you every day off your back and begin to dump out the contents. In a second, dozens of bags of chips, candy, fruits, and other snacks spilled across the floor in front of the two of you. Beel didn't waste a single moment. He instantly began consuming the snacks, causing you to smile happily. "Wha-What?! MC?! Why the hell do you have that much food on ya?!" Mammon sputtered as he cautiously began to approach you. You shrugged. "Beel gets upset when he's hungry, and I don't like it when he's upset. So I stocked up on some of his favourite snacks a while back and always keep them on me just in case," Beel paused his eating to look up at you in awe, "He can't help that he's always hungry. It's not like he asked to be the Avatar of Gluttony." Suddenly there were a pair of arms wrapped around your waist. Lucifer, Levi, and Mammon called out your name as Beel pulled you tightly against his chest. You just grinned and hugged the friendly giant back. "Thank you," he whispered softly into your hair, his arms tightening around you just a little more. "There's nothing to thank me for." As Beel finally began to calm down, the cooks came out with platters of food and shakily laid them out around you and Beel before taking cover back into the kitchen. Seeing that the threat had passed, the other brothers began to approach as well. "You know Beel, I didn't know you had that much pent-up anger inside of you. It was terrifying!" Asmodeus chirped as he plopped down beside the two of you.

"Yeah! You were just like the antagonist in My Boyfriend Turned Into a Cannabilistic Rage Monster, And Now I Have to Stop Him From Devouring The Whole City!!!" Levi began to ramble about specific scenes from the show that matched perfectly with Beel's rampage, causing Beel to blush as he munched on a burger. Belphie sighed and elbowed Beel as he took his seat at his side. "We'll have to make sure that MC's always around you. Just in case you know?" he smiled softly, before looking at his twin with a more serious expression. "You should've told me about all that stuff you said earlier. I had no idea you felt that away about your appetite." Beel looked away uncomfortably as he took another bite of his food and avoided the question. You snuggled closer to him, to provide him with some comfort. Satan tapped his chin as he watched the group. "I'm sure we could talk with Barbatos and come up with some sort of high-protein shake or bar that would better satisfy you. That way you wouldn't have to eat as much." Lucifer glanced over at Diavolo, silently asking if it was a possibility. The prince smiled warmly. "I'll have Barabatos begin working on something right away." Forgetting all about class and the anger that had previously consumed him, Beel looked around at his family. A warm feeling blossomed in his stomach as he felt content with the rare care and affection that they were openly showing. Maybe it had something to do with the thirty burgers he had already ate, but for just a second, Beel didn't feel so hungry anymore. ***Boy that got a little angsty there for a second, but I hope this was to your liking @sinnoman! I definitely enjoyed writing this one, and I think it made me fall in love with my boy Beel even more 🥰*** TAGLIST: @vampwiire @bunna-does-stuff

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watchtheworld-burn · 3 years ago

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YANDERE! CRUSH

Yandere! Crush x Male! Reader

He/him pronouns for reader

He/him pronouns for Cameron

Love Potion

It was another beautiful day at school, there were butterflies running around the fountain. It was lunchtime. You were eating alone, You didn't have any friends because there was a girl who said that you were gay since gay people weren't acceptable today, everyone thought you were a weirdo. But someone didn't. Cameron. When he noticed that everyone ignored you he told you to ignore them and keep going.

After that you fell in love with him. You were zoning out again, you could spend a whole day zoning out and you wouldn't even notice it. That was until you heard someone laughing. You looked to see who it was and it was Cameron and Rebbecca.

You sighed looking at your crush, Cameron. He was so handsome but you felt a bit of jealousy because he was laughing not because of you but because of Rebbecca. You always wanted to talk to him even for a minute. Was it too much to ask? You sound like a creep right now. 'Give it up M/N, he'll never love you. He's straight and you aren't.' The other side of you thought. 'Try talking to him who knows, you might have a chance.' The other thought begged to differ.

You hated Rebbecca Sawyer. Why do you hate her? Because she was always spending time with Cameron? Ha. You weren't that jealous, You can't control who Cameron spends time with. He has his own life, and you his life is not your business.

You hated her because there was a media in your school (the students are the only ones there) and Rebbecca posted about you making kissy faces to your celebrity crush and the caption was "Look at this gay boy kissing his 'true love' 🤪 Seriously what a weirdo! 🙄" If she was at least gonna make a bad post about you it would have been better if her caption wasn't like that. The way she texts is giving a 'not like other girls 🥺' vibe. Then everyone saw it and hated you.

Then after that you held a grudge against her. Anyways back to reality. You then started making scenarios about you and Cameron together. You started finishing your lunch while thinking about scenarios about you and him. 'Why can't I just be straight? If I was straight, maybe I'd have a girlfriend right now and be happy with no worries.' you thought immediately getting upset for no reason. You were finished eating so you cleaned up after you were done you looked at your phone and you had 30 minutes before class.

Since you had a lot of time you went to your seat and wasted your time on your phone until you saw an advertisement, it seemed interesting so you clicked on it and watched it.

"Do you want your crush to love you? I got the solution for you! Try out this love potion! Go to Amanda's market and buy this, it will make your crush love you. All you have to do is give it to them and make them drink it, and your problem is solved. To undo it, Amanda will give you a love potion and a cupcake just in case. Make them cupcakes and they will stop loving you. It's that easy!" The woman in the advertisement said.

You went to google maps to see where this 'Amanda Market' is. You saw an Amanda Market near your house so you decided to go there after class then the bell rang, and class started.

Class was done and you were going to Amanda's Market then you heard something. "Then who's gonna pay for it? Your father?" The boy asked then you noticed that the other boy was about to smack him with his shoe, you immediately went to the boy's side holding his shoulder. "Hey, chill. He didn't mean it." You told the other boy. After you said that you walked the boy far the other one. "What happened?" You asked the little boy.

"He told me to go to a school but I can't afford a school considering I'm poor." He told you. "You don't need money to go to school, You just need a uniform. With that many students they won't notice you." You gave him advice and gave him some money to get a uniform. "Thank you sir!" He thanked you and ran away buying a uniform with the money you gave him. You smiled back at him and went back to go to your destination.

Cameron saw all of this happened and smiled at you. Not noticing he was drawing you. That's what Cameron loved about you, Your kindness and knowledge. The advice you gave everybody was so helpful, if only you would look at him and give him advice. He would be the happiest boy in the world. He looked down and noticed he accidentally drew you. Almost everyday he would draw you slowly it became a muscle memory.

Then Rebbecca went to Cameron. "What are you drawing?" She whispered to his ear and Cameron immediately closed his sketchbook. "Oh nothing!" He exclaimed, he was really nervous. "Oh, okayy. C'mon babe let's go!" She said and pulled Cameron away. "Rebbecca, We aren't dating." He told her. "Not yet." She said and winked at him in which Cameron rolled his eyes as a response.

Back to you, You finally arrived at Amanda's Market. "Hello dear! What do you want to buy?" Amanda greeted you. "Um, Can I have the love potion and the cupcake?" You asked her. "Sure that would be $25!" Amanda said and gave you the love potion and cupcake and you gave her $25. Then Amanda looked shocked all of a sudden but smiled to not scare you.

"Are you sure you want to buy it dear?" She asked you, immediately getting serious. You nodded. "Just be careful dear. Also before you give it to them you have to drink first." She instructed. You nodded and drinked it. "Yum, it tastes sweet." You said. Amanda was getting confused. It was supposed to taste sour but she ignored it. Then you waved her goodbye, and she also returned the gesture.

You were walking home and you were looking at the love potion. It looked very hypnotizing. Then you finally arrived home. You didn't want to give him the love potion immediately; it was too harsh. Then again you were giving him a love potion isn't that harsh already? You sighed and did your homework.

You were finally done with your homework, you decided to check what time it was and it was 11:30 pm since you didn't have school tomorrow you went to your favorite place. Then you noticed Cameron was there, you blushed. "Cameron? What are you doing here?" You asked. "M/N?" He turned around. He didn't expect to see you. You waved at him and sat beside him. "Sorry, if I ruined your alone time. I can go away." You told him.

"No, it's fine, just stay with me. I want to be with you." When Cameron said that you got flustered. "Can I have an advice from you?" Cameron asked you while facing you. "Sure." You said. "I'm scared that I will fail in the future, I was such a good student before but when I grew up they kept pressuring me about school and the future to make it worse I have a crush on this boy who barely notices me!." He said. "You're gay?" When you said that Cameron looked down with guilt.

"Sorry! I didn't mean it in that way, but for your first problem you should live your life. Even if you get held back a lot of times at least you'll die doing the things you love. Don't rush. Take your time." You said while placing your hand on his shoulder massaging it a bit. "For the second one, confess to him before someone else takes him if you're not ready, try getting his attention first. Maybe as time goes he'll fall in love with you." You said.

He smiled at you and looked at the pond. "Thanks M/N, I never thought of that." He thanked you. "You're always welcome Cameron." You replied.

"Anyways, do you want to meet up here again on Monday?" Cameron asked you. "Oh, Sorry I can't. I'm busy because I have rehearsal on Monday and I have to perform on Tuesday." You reasoned. "What are you performing?" He asked you. "Hamilton the musical." You said and then Cameron squealed. "Wait, Which character are you playing?" He asked this time he was really excited.

"Lafayette and Thomas jefferson." You said with a proud tone. "No way! Those 2 are my favorites!" He exclaimed. "Me too!" You agreed with him and after that you guys kept ranting about Hamilton and the fact that you guys like Lin Manuel Miranda.

ON TUESDAY

Cameron was in the theatre with Rebbecca on his side. He was waiting for your turn. "Oui oui, mon ami, je m'appelle Lafayette!" You sang then everyone applauded. The only reason you got the role was because you were the only one who knew how to speak french.

When Cameron heard you sing he started clapping with sparkles in his eyes. Can you believe it? He got advice from M/N and he's playing as his favorite characters. This is a dream come true! While he was happy looking at you singing Rebbecca on the other hand was rolling her eyes, she wanted his attention yet a guy who he isn't even close with got all his attention.

She tried taking his attention away but he won't even look at her. "Hey, Cameron. I'm thirsty, do you have water?" Rebbecca tried to get his attention even at least for a minute. Cameron looked at you and got his water bottle then gave it to Rebbecca not even batting an eye at her. Rebbecca groaned in response.

Then a few minutes later it was guns and ships time, he wanted to see how fast you'll rap. "Everyone give it up for America's favorite fighting frenchman!" Aaron Burr sang. "Lafayette!" Everyone screamed. "I'm takin' this horse by the reins makin' redcoats redder with bloodstains." You rapped and Cameron was amazed by how fast you were. You rapped as fast as Lafayette or Daveed digs. When Rebbecca saw how amazed Cameron was she left the theatre, her last attempt to make Cameron talk to her. To her dismay, Cameron didn't even notice.

Then another minutes later when you played as Thomas Jefferson you looked like you had fun, Cameron never saw you have this much fun. He only saw you being tired of life. Then after another few minutes the show ended. You went backstage then you saw Cameron. "How did you get here?" You asked him. "I like your performance, who knew Mister M/N L/N knew how to rap." He said (avoiding your question) and punched your shoulder lightly. "Guess I was used to rapping because of Hamilton." You said and smiled at him.

Cameron smiled back at you. He took somewhere private to talk with his arm on your shoulder. While he was doing that you were blushing the whole time.

ONE MONTH LATER

It was prom day. You had enough confidence to ask Cameron to prom but before you'll ask him you have to dress properly. You fixed your tuxedo. You brushed your hair (if you don't have hair ignore this.) "Okay, I'm ready." You said, talking to yourself while looking in the mirror.

You left your house and went to prom. You tried to find just to see him dancing with Rebbecca. They looked so happy. You felt a tear running down your cheek. Then Rebbecca kissed Cameron. You felt an arrow stab your heart. You couldn't take the pain so you ran away. You opened your door and stripped. You went to the bathroom to take a bath. While you were in the bathtub you couldn't help but sob. "I realize, I'm hypnotized. La seine La seine La seine." You sang to the song that was playing simultaneously crying.

"I hear a moon singing a tune."

"La seine, La seine, La seine."

"Is she divine? Is it the wine?"

"La seine, La seine, La seine."

"I feel alive when I'm beside."

"La seine, La seine, La seine."

Even though you were crying, at least your music will comfort you.

A few minutes later you stopped crying and changed. After that you laid down. Then you saw the love potion. 'Maybe I should try it.' you thought and then slept.

You woke up to a song. "I could be a better boyfriend than him, I could the sh*t he never did." You stopped the alarm and yawned. Then stretched a bit. You looked at the love potion and took it. You went to the kitchen and took a cup and spoon. You poured the love potion to the cup and looked at the instruction. "Pour it into the cup and make sure not too much, then mix it for 2 minutes then you will see some sparkles then give it to them." You read it out loud. You then set a timer for 2 minutes and started mixing.

Then after 2 minutes you stopped mixing and you saw sparkles. You poured it into the water bottle you had and placed the water bottle in your bag. You walked to school while listening to music. You went to your desk and read your notes.

Lunch time

You saw that Rebbecca was not beside Cameron so you walked towards him and handed the water bottle to him. "Rebbecca told me to give this drink to you, she made this just for you." You lied and Cameron took it and opened it then drank it. "It tastes weird.." he said then he looked at you. You looked so handsome and with the sky behind you looked like God gave him you. An angel that he needed in his life. He also saw flowers and stars around you making you look majestic.

"Hey, M/N.." he said like he was amazed by you. "Hey." You said and waved at him with no emotion. You left to go back to your spot then you felt a hand grab your wrist. "Can you stay here? I'm very lonely." He guilt tripped you to make you sit with him. "Okay." You said and sat beside him. You opened your lunch box to eat.

"Woah, that looks delicious. Can I have some?" He asked you. "Sure, take as much as you want." You said. He thanked you and took some. When he ate it he felt like he was in heaven. "Who cooked this?" Cameron asked. "Me." You said.

"Wow, can you cook for me when you have time?" He asked. "Sure." You said and continued eating. Then Rebbecca went to the fountain to sit next to Cameron to see you beside him. She gasped and walked up to you. "M/N L/N, What are you doing here weirdo? This is my seat!" She yelled at you and Cameron couldn't help but feel annoyed when she ruined the moment. "Rebecca, leave him alone. I told him to sit next to me." Cameron said while glaring at Rebbecca.

"But Cammy-" Rebbecca got cut off by Cameron. "I'm not your little cammy, Rebbecca. Get out of my sight." Cameron told her with a judgemental look. Rebbecca looked like she was about to cry, she wanted to glare at you but she was scared Cameron would see her so she left. "Cameron, Don't you think that was rude?" You asked him. "Rude? I barely did anything to her." Cameron reasoned. "But you- Nevermind." You said, you're already getting tired of him.

'What the hell is happening?' You thought.

Let me tell you 3 incidents where the same thing happened.

Time skip

You were talking to the student council because you had questions. Cameron saw this and got jealous he felt that you were cheating on him. He wanted you to only talk to him. So he walked towards you and pushed the student council while holding your arm to chest. "Can you please stop talking to my boyfriend?" Cameron said while glaring at him.

"Geez bro chill, You can just ask me to leave." The student council complained and rolled eyes while walking away. When he was out of sight you glared at Cameron. "What the hell Cameron! I was asking him a question! And what do you mean boyfriend!" You yelled at him and took your arm away from him. "You can just ask me, y'know?" Cameron said and crossed his arms.

"I was asking him about student council stuff!" You yelled at him, but Cameron rolled his eyes. "Yeah, right. Admit it he was begging for you to be his boyfriend." Cameron muttered, unfortunate for him you heard what he said. "He wasn't- You know what? Nevermind!" You said walking away from the boy but Cameron followed you anyway.

Time skip

You were finally done with your homework and you were about to play music until you heard a knock on your window. You looked at it and grabbed your knife then opened to see Cameron. You gasped and let him inside. "What are you doing here? And how did you know where I live?" You asked him.

"Well I was bored and wanted to see you. I also saw you walk here." Cameron answered your questions. "But it's late at night?" You said showing the time. "So?" Said Cameron. You looked at him with a disappointed look.

"Anyways, Can we have a sleepover?" He asked you. "Fine." You said, like you didn't have a choice. "Yay!"

Time skip

Cameron kept clinging to you and you were getting tired of it so you decided to confront him. You opened your locker to see a note. "Meet me in the classroom after class. <3. -Cameron, Your future husband." You raised your eyebrow. 'future husband?' You thought, what the hell is up?

You walked to your classroom and saw Cameron sitting there looking at his phone but when he heard the door open he hid his phone in his pocket and ran to you and hugged you.

"Hey Cameron, Can I ask you something?" You asked him. "Sure." Cameron replied and smiled at you. But before you talked he led you to your desk and sat beside you. "Can you please stop clinging to me?" You asked him. "Huh? Why?" Cameron started tearing up.

"I'm tired of you always clinging to me." You said. Then Cameron started crying. "I'm S-Sorry I just wanted your attention.." he stuttered. You got shocked, you didn't expect him to cry. You hugged him and said, "Fine, you can cling to me. Just please stop crying." And Cameron hugged you back and smirked. 'Heh, it worked,' he thought.

After a few months you got tired of him being possessive, it felt so suffocating. You decided to stop this madness. You took the cupcake and went to Cameron's house.

You knocked on his door and the door immediately. You saw Cameron smile at you, he led you to his room. "Cam, eat this." You said giving him the cupcake. Cameron took it and ate it. Then a few seconds later he got unconscious. When you saw him get unconscious you left his house and went to yours.

You were finally home and you laid down. You feel free, finally you have time for yourself.

A few months later

What is happening? You gave him the cupcake and he still is possessive, everytime you avoid him he keeps appearing everywhere.

Class was finally done, you opened your locker to see a love letter. "Meet me at the cherry tree -Your secret admirer." After reading it you went to the cherry tree. Then the person finally showed himself to you. It was… Cameron?

"Hey, M/N. I'll be quick. I love you! Ever Since last year. You were so nice and selfless and also smart and when you gave me advice I fell even more in love with you. So can I be your boyfriend?" Cameron confessed his love for you with a smile.

"Sorry Cameron, but I don't like you that way." You rejected his confession. You loved him at first but you fell out of love.

"Oh.."

"Sorry, I gotta go." You said and waved him goodbye and walked home.

you finally arrived at home, you opened the door to see everything messed up and broken. You gasped and saw Cameron. He also saw you. You ran away from him and He started chasing you. "Get back here!!" Cameron yelled. Then after a few minutes you got tired of running and stopped. Cameron was behind you.

"Stop this Cameron."

"Stop this? Are you kidding me M/N? I can finally have you all on my own and no one can stop me!"

"The only reason you're like this is because of the love potion I gave you."

"W-What?"

"Remember when I handed you a drink and said it was from Rebbecca? I lied! I also gave you the cupcake for you to stop but looks like it didn't work."

Cameron couldn't say anything, he was too shocked. You took this opportunity to run away from him.

After a month you transferred to a different town and a different school for a new fresh start. You can finally have a normal life.

Class was already done and you waved your new friends goodbye and while you were walking you felt someone cover your mouth with a tissue and inject you. Then everything faded to black.

You finally woke up and noticed you were tied to a chair, you then heard a man walk towards you. And it was.. Cameron?

"Good morning darling. It seems like you woke up." Cameron greeted you. You tried to talk but you noticed that he gagged you. "Oh poor thing." He said and kneeled down to your level. He took off the gag and showed the love potion.

"Drink it." He demanded but you faced the other way. He got mad and forced you to look at him. "Drink it!" He yelled at you. You got scared and drank it. "Good boy." He said and caressed your cheek. You then got unconscious.

You woke up to a room. You then saw Cameron and blushed. "Good morning, M/N." He greeted and kissed your cheek. "Good morning, cam.." you said while blushing. You fell in love with Cameron but was it really genuine? "C'mon love let's go have fun." He said and took your hand. You nodded in response and let him take you anywhere.

Poor M/N, he was now forever hypnotized by Cameron. Sadly he was forced to love him forever.

#fanfic #oc x you #oc x character #yandere oc x reader #yandere x you #male reader #yandere character #yandere x reader #gayman #gay #lgbtq

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helloalycia · 4 years ago

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overstepping [one] // jane banner (Wind River)

summary: after getting several voicemails from your colleague and best friend with her asking for your backup, you attempt to call her back, only to get no answer.

warning/s: mentions of rape, murder and injuries.

author’s note: this is a two parter because i finally watched Wind River and it broke my heart but also lizzie was v cute and i felt the need to write this, hope you like it x

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"C'mon, work you stupid phone," I complained for the millionth time, before standing on the chair to get a better signal.

When I saw the bars in the corner of the screen increase, a grin appeared on my lips. I loved my parents, but the fact that they lived in a remote cabin in Tennessee with zero signal was not my favourite thing.

When the bars remained, my phone decided to actually be helpful and receive all the messages, calls and voicemails I missed. I did a brief flick through, noticing nothing was too important that couldn't wait for me to return to work. As an FBI agent, I rarely got time off. And now that I had taken a two month vacation to spend with my parents, I was adamant on enjoying it, even if I was missing work a smidge.

Next were the calls, which I noticed were mostly from my colleague and close friend, Jane Banner. I furrowed my brows, realising she'd left me several voicemails, too, which was strange since she knew I was on a break from work. What could be so important?

I sighed, glancing down at my uncomfortable position standing on the chair and leaning above the wardrobe. It was the only place in the house with decent signal and the only other place that wasn’t in the middle of nowhere was twenty minutes out. Telling myself I'd just listen to one voicemail to make sure everything was okay, I played the earliest message.

"Hey, Y/N. I'm sorry, I know you're on a break, but I just had to talk to you," it began, and Jane sounded troubled. "I was in Vegas, as you know, but I've been called out to a reservation in Wyoming where this poor girl was–" She paused, releasing a shaky breath. "She was raped and left to die out in the cold. I thought I could send in another team to take a look – y'know, usual protocol. But the coroner won't rule it a homicide and you know what that means."

I swallowed hard, knowing exactly what that meant. If it wasn't ruled a homicide, no backup would come and we had to move onto the next case. But if this girl was raped and left to die, the rapist was still out there and wasn't getting caught by the FBI.

"I can't just leave it and go," Jane continued quietly, with that recognisable passion for her job evident in her voice. "I have to do what I can. But I... I can't do this alone. It's not like other cases, Y/N. It's different out here. And there's only so much their police department can do. I know you're on a break, but I was hoping that, maybe, you could come out here and help me? It's the Wind River Indian Reservation. That's it, I guess. Bye."

The message ended and I found myself chewing on my lower lip anxiously, unable to think about anything other than Jane now. She'd worried me with that one voicemail alone – I couldn't imagine what the others said.

She was usually so good at dealing with cases, but this seemed different. She sounded shaken up, attempting to put on a brave face by the sounds of it. What was so different about this case? She didn't need me. She was capable.

Curiosity got the better of me and I played the second message, ignoring the discomfort in my arms as I stretched to maintain the signal. It was left a day after the first one.

"Hey, so I just remembered that you said you don't get much signal up there with your parents," she began apologetically. "I don't mean to– shit, it's so cold..." There was a pause, a noise in the background, then she continued, "Sorry, just turning up the heating. Anyway, I was saying. I don't mean to intrude on your break. I just– I'm hoping you'll find signal and hear this because I could really use your help. I think we've got a lead on who may have done it. It was hectic today. Really could've used that backup."

She chuckled dryly at her attempt at a joke, but all I felt was guilt. She sounded exhausted within a day of being there.

"I hope you get this," she finished with a sigh. "I should go. Got a busy day tomorrow. Hope you're doing okay. Bye."

I wasted no time in playing the next message. Three days into her case.

"I don't know why I keep sending these," she began with a hoarse voice, and my heart clenched at the sound of it. "You clearly aren't getting them in time. But it's easier talking to you like this than not at all."

It went quiet, so quiet that I thought she may have finished and forgot to hang up. But then she spoke up again, a whimper escaping her lips.

"It's so hard," she admitted. "We've covered worse cases, but this one... everything about it makes me uncomfortable. Something doesn't feel right. I've got a lead – we think it might be the boyfriend who did it and we're gonna see him tomorrow. But I don't know."

I frowned, squeezing my phone tightly because I didn't recognise the girl speaking as my friend. This girl sounded broken and I wondered what she could have discovered that made her like this.

"I've got the police department with me for backup," she said with a sniffle. "And Cory, he's a hunter whose been helping me with the case. They're all gonna be with me tomorrow. But I wish you were here, too. You always make things easier."

The lump in my throat wouldn't disappear no matter how many times I swallowed it. She made things easier, too. Always. And all I wanted to was be by her side and be there for her like she always was for me.

"Sorry about this," she said with a watery laugh, and I could imagine the embarrassed smile on her face as she did. "I sound like such an idiot. Never mind these messages. Just enjoy your break. I shouldn't be worrying you like this. See you when you get back."

The message ended and I checked to see if there were anymore, but to my disappointment, there wasn't. That message was from a few days ago and she hadn't sent anything since which was concerning in itself.

Trying not to panic for no reason, I called Jane. Hopefully everything was okay and I was being stupid. She was a fully-trained FBI agent. She could take care of herself. Right?

The call rang and rang, but nobody picked up. One missed call. No biggie. She probably heard it and couldn't find her phone or something. So, I tried again.

More ringing and no answer. Okay, no big deal. Just try again.

Another call and no answer. The chewing on my lip became more intense. Why the hell wasn't she picking up? Was she still working the case?

I waited an hour, trying again at ten minute intervals, unable to fight my concern. But there was no answer every time and I realised that I couldn't sit and wait for her to call back. Not after how she sounded in those voicemails.

No, I had to go there. She needed backup.

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Wyoming was way colder than I could have prepared for.

I mean, technically, I prepared for nothing. I bid my parents a goodbye, threw some random clothes in a bag and caught the next plane over there. I tried for Jane's phone constantly, knowing she was never one to ignore me for this long, but there was no point. She wasn't answering, which could only mean so much.

When I reached the reservation, I had no idea where anything was or what I was looking for exactly. I just knew that as soon as the taxi dropped me off in the centre of town, I didn't know where to go.

There were a lot of locals hanging around, so my first port of call was to ask them if they'd seen Jane around – or Agent Banner, as she may have introduced herself. I showed them a picture of her on my phone, described her with vivid detail, but they just stared at me like I was crazy. I was starting to believe I was at one point, until I stopped by the convenience store.

As worried as I was for Jane's whereabouts, the chill in my bones was real. Especially my hands, which I was certain would fall off any minute. So, I decided to buy some gloves and also ask the cashier if he'd seen Jane around or heard anything of her. Whilst I was doing that, a customer caught my attention, probably having overheard my conversation.

"Did you say Jane Banner?" he asked with a quirked brow, interrupting my purchase. "The FBI lady, right?"

I nodded quickly, facing him. "Yes, that's her! D'you know where she is?"

He nodded casually. "Yeah, she's in the hospital. That big shootout that happened a few days ago, right?"

My stomach dropped. "The what?"

"The shootout," he repeated, not aware of the concern in my face. "At the drill site. A bunch of officers were killed and the FBI lady was one of the only one left standing." He tutted as he shook his head. "Very lucky that one."

A shootout? The hospital? Only one left standing? No wonder she hadn't been answering her calls.

"Can you– do you–" I stopped, clearing my throat and trying to stop freaking out. "Which hospital?"

After getting the address from him, I caught a taxi to the only hospital in town and prayed to God that Jane was okay. The one thing she'd asked for was backup and I couldn't even give her that. If I'd just looked at my messages sooner... fuck.

Getting past the front desk and to Jane's room was no issue at all. A quick flash of my FBI badge was enough for the receptionist to give me the details and wave me through. My heart was constricting in my chest the longer it took. What if it was really bad? What if that customer's intel was outdated and Jane was– no. I couldn't afford to think like that.

Upon finding Jane's room, I spotted an older man leaving through the door, being careful to close it behind him. I didn't recognise him at all.

"Excuse me," I called, earning his attention. "Is that Jane Banner's room you just came from?"

He seemed surprised, glancing over his shoulder to make sure I was speaking to him, before nodding. "Yes. Sorry, who are you?"

I pulled my badge from my pocket and showed him, though I doubted anyone would take me seriously when my eyes were watering at thought of Jane being severely injured.

"I'm her friend," I said, swallowing down the lump in my throat before lowering my badge.

"Oh, you're the backup that didn't come," he said with realisation.

My eyes flickered to the floor guiltily. He wasn't exactly wrong.

"I didn't mean it like that," he added quickly. "Sorry, I didn't mean to upset you."

I shook my head, lifting my eyes to meet his. "It's okay. I should've... I should've been here." It went quiet as he didn't know what to say, so I looked to him halfheartedly. "I assume you're from the police department, one of the ones who helped Jane."

"Not exactly," he said, before putting out his hand for me to shake. "Name's Cory. I'm a hunter by trade."

Returning his handshake, I recalled Jane's voicemail. "Oh, yeah, she mentioned you... thank you for helping her out."

When I couldn’t, I added in my head.

He offered me a small smile and I couldn't find it in myself to return it. I must have looked like shit, since he gave me a pitiful gaze.

"You want me to catch you up before you go in?" he asked, nodding to Jane's door. "She's okay by the way."

I nodded, sucking up a breath. My nerves were eating away at me the longer I didn't see Jane – half of me was terrified of what I'd find, and the other half was afraid she'd be upset or angry because I left her to it, even when she pleaded for my help.

Cory and I took a seat down the hall and he proceeded to explain about the case and how they found the guy who raped that poor girl. The shootout was the worst bit, making me shiver with discomfort. Apparently, Jane had gotten blasted with a shotgun, puncturing her torso and neck despite the vest she wore. All of the officers with her were killed and by the sounds of it, Jane almost was, too. But Cory managed to take out the criminals and the rapist himself. When he was finished telling me, I had no words.

"She's a bit shaken up, but her surgery went well," Cory reassured with a short nod. "Does she know you're coming?"

I shook my head, voice thick with emotion. "She wouldn't answer her phone. I guess I know why now."

Cory nodded, rubbing the back of his neck before sparing me a consoling glance. "She talked about you a lot. I think it'll cheer her up seeing you. You should go."

My eyes met his, teary and stinging with unshed tears. "Thank you so much."

He shrugged bashfully, but he didn't realise all that he'd done. I gave him a small, tight smile before standing up with a sigh. No point dwelling anymore – I had to see her.

Pushing my selfish feelings aside, I sucked it up and approached Jane's room. She would either want to punch me or not, but either way, I had to see if she was okay. And so, when I opened the door slightly, heart racing in my chest, said heart jumped in my throat at the sight of her.

She was laying on the bed with wires stuck in her and, only from what I could see, bandages were covering the side of her neck. I thought she was sleeping at first, but then her head tilted towards the door curiously, and bright blue eyes widened with disbelief.

"Y/N?" she asked, raising her eyebrows. "What are you– how did you get here?"

I closed the door behind me and hesitantly approached her bedside, unable to stop my eyes from soaking in the sight of her. She looked so feeble and vulnerable and unlike how I saw her last. Then, Cory's words came back to me and I began to imagine the worst scenario of her getting shot, blood seeping from her wounds, the life draining from her eyes...

"Y/N," she called, and I looked to her startlingly, hoping I didn't look as troubled as I felt.

"Sorry," I said, clearing my throat. "I, er– the messages. Voicemail. I heard them and tried calling you back, but..."

She pursed her lips, exhaling with a wince and looking up at the ceiling, as if suddenly remembering she left messages in the first place.

"I'm sorry I didn't come sooner," I said quietly, guilt seeping back in.

"No, no, don't be," she said, and I just about noticed the pink dusting her cheeks. "It's not your fault. I shouldn't have interrupted your vacation like that. I know you said you wanted a break and–"

"Jane, no, don't even say that," I cut her off, reaching for her hand in an instant. She looked my way, eyes flickering between mine nervously. I squeezed her hand gently and said, "I should have been here. You needed me and I– I didn't come. Maybe if I had, this could have ended differently."

She tried to smile, but I could see the discomfort in her eyes. "It's not that bad, honestly. It just looks bad."

I pressed my lips together, eyes falling to the bandage on her neck. Even though it was big and covered her wound, I could still make out the bruising around it from the impact of the shell. I didn't imagine the torso wound looking any different, and that thought alone made me regret leaving her alone. It was very much as bad as it looked; I knew that and she knew that.

Her lips trembled as she avoided my eyes, her own tearing up. I pushed away my guilt momentarily and changed the subject.

"So, I met Cory. He seems like a great guy."

She didn't say anything as she seemed lost in thought. Either that or she was trying not to cry in front of me. I hoped it wasn't the latter, since the last thing I wanted was to make her feel uncomfortable.

"You know," I said, when she wouldn't speak, "I'm pretty sure I told you to stay safe before I left for my vacation."

At my poor attempt to lighten the mood, she cracked a small, tight smile, but a smile nonetheless, and my racing heart slowed down momentarily.

"I'm glad you're okay," I said, now that I had her attention again, and she looked my way with a softened expression. "Kind of okay. But you know... okay."

Thankfully, she knew what I meant and her hand tightened around mine.

"I'm glad you came," she returned, and I couldn't look away even if I tried. She was always able to trap me with a single gaze.

With a tug of her hand, she motioned for me to sit on the edge of her bed, so I did. And then she began to ask me about my vacation, what I'd been up to this past month, how my parents were... basically anything and everything except for the case. And it was understandable, since she was reminded of it all the time. If I could be a form of escapism for her, so be it. It was the least I could do.

We spoke for hours until the nurse came in to let me know visiting hours were over and I'd have to come back tomorrow. With a regretful sigh, I got up from my seat on her bedside and stretched my limbs.

"Where are you staying?" she asked, a slight frown on her lips.

I smiled awkwardly, realising I didn't think that far ahead. "I'm not gonna lie, I don't know. I came straight here. There's gotta be a hotel or something in this town, right?"

She nodded and flicked her hand to the shelves on the other side of the room. "You should stay in my room in the inn. Key's in my bag over there."

"Oh, I don't have to do that–"

"Y/N, it's not like I'm going to be staying there anytime soon," she cut me off, smiling halfheartedly. "Please."

I chewed on my lip and nodded, giving in. When I grabbed her keys from her bag, I stopped by her bedside and gave her a supportive smile.

"I'll back first thing in the morning, if you don't mind," I said, and she finally gave me a smile that reached her eyes.

"I'd like that."

I nodded, resting a hand on hers and squeezing comfortingly. "Goodnight."

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Though I knew Jane was okay, I still couldn't stop myself from thinking about her all night. The sight of her wounds and the broken expression on her face was enough to keep me awake. And the guilt that came with it all... why couldn't I have just picked up my damn phone?

As promised, I returned to Jane's hospital room the next morning, this time bringing some breakfast snacks from the hospital cafeteria since I knew the food would be much better than whatever they were serving her. Judging by the content expression on her face when I gave it to her, I was right.

When she finished eating, she was able to sit up slightly and move over on her bed, urging for me to join her and watch some TV with her. There was no way I was going to turn down that offer, so I slid next to her and kept a packet of sliced apples between us as we watched whatever was playing on the TV.

About halfway through watching, she spoke up randomly, taking me by surprise.

"When are you leaving?"

I tore my gaze from the screen and realised she was staring at me with intense green eyes.

"When you're well enough to," I answered truthfully.

She looked down to her hands. "You don't have to stay with me. You can go."

I studied her profile, knowing it was the wrong time to appreciate how stunning she looked even when she was makeup-free, sporting a bed head and tired.

"Do you want me to go?" I asked softly, afraid I may have overstepped.

She was quick to shake her head slightly, finally lifting her gaze to meet mine with glossy ones. "No."

I nodded, trying very hard not to smile, cleared my throat and grabbed her hand. "Then I'm not leaving. I'll be right here until you get better and I can take you home."

A ragged breath escaped her lips as she nodded in response. We both looked back to the TV and I noticed she didn't let go of my hand, her fingers warm to the touch and giving me goosebumps at the contact. But I wouldn't have had it any other way.

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rattyoakenbitch · 4 years ago

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❝𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐡 𝐬𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠❞ ─ 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐡𝐚𝐦

after all this time, i start asking why i'm staying

were you ever mine?

are we something that's worth saving?

❥ content ; gn reader, eventual fluff, angst, happy ending

❥ warnings ; cursing, themes of cheating

❥ synopsis ; you're will's s/o. when he comes home from work, you can tell he's off. what you didn't expect was him to kick you out.

❥ a/n ; none!

"Will?"

You call out after hearing the front door to your house open and shut. When you don't get a response, you get up from your laying position on the couch and approach the front door.

There, Will stood. His back was turned to you as he hung up his coat, and although you could not see his face, you could immediately tell he was off. Even the energy around him felt dark and tense.

"Oh, hey, hun.." You said anxiously, trying not to set him off in any way.

Will didn't react to your voice. Instead, he backed away from the clothing rack and walked past you, not even bothering to spare you a look. This wasn't the first time Will acted out like this, especially considering he was exhausted all the time from the work Crawford gave him. But he would at least greet you soon as he walked through the door, not flat out treat you as if you didn't exist.

"Will," you sighed dejectedly, more to yourself than to your boyfriend. You quietly followed him upstairs to the master bedroom, where he began to strip off his work clothes, changing into something more comfortable. Still, he ignored your presence. You had to make another move.

You slowly approached him from behind, placing your hands on his shoulders. You were immediately taken back when he forcefully removed himself from your touch and walked away to another corner of the room.

"Will, I just-"

"What?" he scoffed mockingly, "You just want to help?"

"You're my boyfriend, Will, of course I want to!"

He laughed.

"It certainly doesn't help when you breathe down my neck every fucking minute."

Tears pricked in your eyes, Will's vicious tone scaring you. You searched Will's own eyes, trying to find any trace of remorse or regret. He had none. You didn't even know who you were looking at.

"What are you talking about, Will? When you want space, I give you space. When you want love, I give you love! What more do you want from me?"

"I want you to leave."

And then it was quiet for a moment. You both stood there silently, feet away from each other, eyes burning holes into the others.

"..What?" You stared in disbelief. "Wh- What are you saying right now, Will?"

"I want you to leave. I want you gone, Y/N. I don't need you anymore."

"No," you bit your quivering lips, hot tears spilling down your cheeks. Will averted his stare from your crying form, the floor suddenly becoming more interesting.

"No, you're lying. You're just saying that. You can fool everyone else, but you can't fool me."

"I'm sorry, Y/N." Lies. "It's best if you just leave."

You choked on a sob. "What?! Where is this coming from all of a sudden? We were okay just the other day!"

Will remained silent, still not daring to make eye contact with you.

"Is there someone else?"

"I- No, Y/N. I don't owe you an explanation."

"So this is it, then? You're just gonna kick me out?"

"Please, Y/N. Don't make this harder than it already is."

"This is hard for you?! You're not the one getting kicked out!"

Will sighed, somehow managing to remain calm while you screamed at him.

"I'm sorry." And the conversation ended there.

You began to pack your bags. You also phoned a friend, asking them if you could crash for a bit until you had a stable job and a home. You were not about to sleep on the sofa tonight.

You opened and slammed drawers, taking your anger out on furniture as you took your belongings with you. You also did it to spite Will, who attempted to get some sleep. But he did not complain. He continued to act as if you didn't exist.

It made you wonder. Where did it all go wrong? How long has he thought about leaving you? Was there another person?

Will wouldn't answer your questions. At this point, you didn't wanna know.

You were able to finish packing up within an hour. Will was still wide awake during that time, listening closely to the angry banging of furniture, quiet sniffles and shaky inhales as you tried the best you could to keep your composure.

You loaded all your bags into your car, getting ready to head to your friend's place. You went back inside to get a couple more things and look around the house a final time. You stopped by the front door as you were about to leave, your eyes landing on a picture on the windowsill of you and Will. Your already tired, red eyes welled with tears again. You opened up the frame, sliding the picture out and folding it into your pocket. Not like Will would want it in his house anyway.

And so you left.

You didn't say your goodbyes. You just left.

A week had gone by. Will carried on with his job as usual, attended his therapy sessions, but he never once mentioned you. Not a lot of people knew about you and Will's relationship, or what was once a relationship. Since his coworkers already knew so much, or what Will deemed to be enough information about him, he wanted to keep your relationship secret. Not that you minded.

The only person who knew of your relationship was Alana Bloom and Jack Crawford, but even when it ended, he didn't tell them anything. He didn't tell them how guilty he felt the night he kicked you out. He didn't tell them he still had nightmares about you being harmed. He didn't tell them how he was the one harming you in his nightmares. He didn't tell them how empty he felt when you blocked his number and social medias (ok sorry but like little headcanon here?? will has an instagram and it's just pictures of him fishing / or of his dogs fnsmdnskdjsk).

He never told them how he tried not to stay in his house as often, because it reminded him of you.

He was definitely acting strange at work. It was easy to tell. Even Bev pulled him aside to inquire about his health. But he continued to keep his mouth shut, until he couldn't.

Will rushed to the front door when he heard little taps on the metal screen. Secretly, he hoped it would be you. But when he opened it, there stood Alana Bloom. Will always thought Alana was beautiful. But how could anyone disagree?

Her long, dark waves that framed her perfect, slim face were never unchecked and unkempt. Makeup or none, preppy work uniforms or pajamas, she always seemed to look her best.

You even found yourself feeling small and insecure when Will invited her over for you to meet. But he assured you that she could never even compare to you. You believed it.

Alana's thin lips curled up into a soft smile. "Will. Can I come in?"

"Y-Yeah, sure." He let her in and she walked through the front door for the first time in forever.

"Jeez," she chuckled. "How long as it been?"

"Maybe too long," Will simply replied.

Alana walked around the house, scanning every detail while Will patiently trailed behind her. The dogs were playing outside, so it was just the two of them.

"Why did you decide to come over today?"

"I've been worried about you." She turned around to face Will, who stopped a few feet in front of her. "But now that I'm here in your house, I can see why you've been acting off."

"What's your diagnosis, Doctor?" Will joked, an attempt at lightening the tense air.

"Y/N. They left, haven't they?"

There it is.

Technically, Alana wasn't wrong. You did leave, but Will never clarified in what circumstance.

Will looked at the ground.

"Yeah.. Took all the photos too."

"Hey," Alana began, her finger resting under Will's chin, prompting him to look up at her. "You don't have to hide from me."

A week had gone by. A long, lonely, miserable week. You crashed at your friend's for two nights before your parents invited you to live with them while you worked on getting back on your feet. They didn't live too far, so you thanked your friend for their hospitality and moved in with your parents.

As you finished unpacking your stuff, you realized you were missing some things. You cursed at the realization you would probably have to pick up some stuff from Will's.

You still had the key, so you would have no problem getting in, unless he had the lock changed of course. You were only worried about running into him.

What the hell?

You got dressed. You didn't wear anything fancy, but in case you ran into Will, you felt obligated to look presentable and show him that you could still make it without him. You decided on doing a bit of makeup. Again, nothing fancy. Just enough to conceal the dark circles under your eyes and make your features pop.

And then you headed on the dreadful drive to Will's place.

When you got there, you were too nervous and too focused on making the trip quick to even notice Alana's car in his driveway.

However, what did catch your attention, were the many dogs Will owned. They ran up to you as soon as they recognized you. They panted as they jumped and wagged their tails, expressing their happiness the most they could. You tried your best to pet them all, your mouth lifting up into a smile. You didn't realize it but you really missed the dogs.

You dug around for the key in your pocket and pulled it out, quietly unlocking the front door and letting yourself in.

"You don't have the hide from me.."

Your eyebrows furrowed together at the sound of a female voice.

When you walked into the living room, you were horrified to see Will with another woman. Alana.

Their lips were locked, engaging in a passionate kiss, not even noticing your presence. You felt sick as you put the pieces together.

"Now I know why you kicked me out," you whispered, half to yourself and half to Will, who almost about pushed Alana off him at the sound of your voice.

Both their cheeks heated up in embarrassment when their eyes fell on you.

"Y/N! I'm so sorry, I thought-"

"Look, I only came to pick up some stuff. Then I'll be out of your way." You didn't once look away from Will, deciding to totally disregard Alana's presence and apologetic mutters.

With that, you rushed out of the living room and into your bedroom, searching under the bed and in the closet for your missing items.

You heard faint talking from the living room but tuned out most of it, deciding it wasn't worth your time or even your business in the first place. Then you heard the front door shut and a car start from outside.

Before you could process what might've happened, you heard Will's footsteps stop outside the bedroom.

"Y/N, we should talk."

"No, we shouldn't."

"You blocked my number."

"What good would it do if I kept it?"

"Please, hear me out."

Disgruntled, you turned to face Will, sending a cold glare his way.

"Look, unless you found a way to make a time machine and give me back the time I wasted on you, I don't want to speak with you."

"Why won't you just listen to me?!" he snapped.

You scoffed, "Well surprise, douchebag, I have feelings and you hurt them!"

"Well, I'm sorry, alright?" he calmed down now.

"Are you? Really?" You shook your head. "A sorry won't fix this, Will. Not after what you did. Gods- I can't even look at you right now."

You laughed. "You know what fucking sucks? After all you did, after the cheating and the lies, I'm still in love with you."

Will teared up. "I was never with Alana, Y/N. It's always been you."

"Then, why, Will? Why did you throw me out so coldly like that?"

"I began to have dreams, Y/N. Nightmares," Will admitted, his voice beginning to break. "Nightmares about people hurting you. Criminals. It was too real. As much as I loved- As much as I love you, I never wanted you to choose me. I don't want people using you as a weapon against me. To hurt me."

You slowly walked towards Will, stopping a foot away from him. You looked up into his glossy bambi eyes as he spoke.

"It was when the nightmares got worse, when I was the one hurting you, that I realized you weren't safe with me."

You cried. "Oh, Will. I wish you had told me."

"I couldn't. I didn't want you to remember me that way."

You laughed. "Well, I ended up remembering you as the asshole who kicked me out, instead."

Will managed to give you a smile through his tears.

He brought his hand to your shoulder, and gently lead it up your neck to the side of your face, cupping it lightly and brushing his thumb across your cheek.

"I would never hurt you, Y/N."

"I know. I know, Will. You aren't a monster for having nightmares you can't control." You brought your own hand up and placed it against Will's, leaning into his warm touch. "I'm still here. I'm alive. In your hands. And I feel safe with you."

Almost hesitantly, Will leaned in, connecting his lips to yours. His body felt tense, but when you kissed him back, you felt his worries disappear into the air.

He pulled away, resting his forehead against yours.

"Stay with me tonight?"

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catzula · 4 years ago

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(Don't) Let me be the judge of that

a/n: enemies to lovers w Osamu. Nothing more to say.

genre: mostly fluff, enemies to lovers au, fem!reader

warnings: Osamu being an ass in the beginning, swearing, mentions of social anxiety, 5.6k

《Synopsis: Osamu Miya is too judgemental for his own good, never accepting he's simply wrong. You're here to change that.》

Osamu Miya had a habit of judging people. It would take him one look and a few seconds to decide whether he liked someone or not, the answer often being the latter. But the worst part was just how stubborn and maybe a bit self-centered Osamu was. He trusted himself a little too much, and it was impossible to change his opinion of someone after he had made up his mind, and if he didn't like someone, that was it, he would never grow to like them.

Or so everyone -including Osamu himself- thought until you entered his life.

You weren't surprised to feel the brown pair of eyes looking your way when your professor announced the project was in pairs. "Decide on your partners until the end of the hour and give me a list of the groups." He told the class and leaned back in his chair.

"Y/N!" You heard him before you saw him, a mop of bleached blond hair coming into your view right after. "Hi, Atsumu." You offered him a smile as you pocketed your phone, tilting your head when he frowned in response. "I already told you, Y/N, it's 'Tsumu to you!"

"Why?" You sighed annoyedly. Having had the conversation once before, you knew damn well he wouldn't stop until you did what he wanted, but you still chose to resist.

"Because," the boy whined, "it's a sign of our friendship. Only my friends and 'Samu call me that, and I want you to call me by my nickname, too." You chose not to talk about how he excluded his twin from his friends, knowing that would only lead to another argument.

"Who even came up with this stupid name? It doesn't make any sense, it's only one syllable shorter, and it's even harder to say!" Atsumu's warm-brown eyes narrowed. "It's not stupid!" He protested, pouting until you gave up.

"Okay, okay, whatever. 'Tsumu-kun. There, happy?"

"Tsumu." The blond corrected with a grin.

"Kun." You added (to rile him up)

"Only Tsumu, goddammit! We're close enough."

"Are we, though? We only know each other for... what? A week?"

"A month!" Atsumu gasped as he corrected you. "And it doesn't matter how long we know each other, okay? It's a matter of how well we connect." His frown got deeper when you made a face, muttering something about him being cheesy, so he decided to switch strategies.

"But you always call me by my name when we're alone, Y/N-chan." Words spoken as flirtatiously as possible, Atsumu never missed the chance to tease you.

"A-atsumu, what the fuck, don't make it sound weird!" You exclaimed, already aware of the murmurs starting to spread around the room and the eyes turning on you both.

"There we go," Atsumu grinned when he heard his name falling from your lips, "wasn't that hard, was it?"

"You just had to be a little shit." You sighed, and his grin only spread wider. "I am a little shit, aren't I? Thank god I'm handsome. Anyway, I'm writing our names down."

"It feels like we're getting married, seeing our names standing next to each other like this." He sighed, wiping the nonexistent tears from the corner of his eyes as he handed the paper to the person sitting behind you. You heard someone gasp at his words, and you never wanted to hit someone with a chair this much in your life.

"Shut the hell up!" You whisper-yelled, only feeling your anger growing when he sent you an innocent look. "What? I'm just saying-"

"I swear to god," You flared, "I'll tell everyone that one time you ran out of the library screaming when you saw a cockroach if you don't shut up." His grin disappeared as soon as you spoke the words, eyes widening and mouth shutting.

"You promised to never talk about it!" You had to admit that it did feel powerful to see him so panicked, face flushed, the sleazy look that was almost always in his eyes nonexistent and replaced with something similar to fear.

"It's up to you wether I talk about it or not." You shrugged.

~~~

"Woah, you look tired." You heard a familiar voice say as he plopped right next to you on the bench, holding a homemade bento in his hands, wrapped too neatly to be made by him.

"And whose fault is that?" You muttered, trying to conceal your murderous intent towards him. Even just thinking about your day gave you headaches. You groaned when he shrugged, focusing on unwrapping the bento box. "Yours, idiot!"

"What did I d-" You winced when he spoke after taking a big spoon of rice and showing you everything that was in his mouth.

"Your fans wont let me be! Ever since we started hanging out, it's almost like I'm being harassed."

"That's not necesarrily my fault." Atsumu shrugged, proceeding with another bite of his food.

"It is, actually. I know you like to tease me, but if you keep saying shit like 'oh look our names together, feels like we're getting married' or that fucking 'you call me by my name when we're alone' you make it worse! You know how many people came up to me and asked if we were sleeping? One even asked me if we were engaged! We've known each other for two weeks, for god's sake!"

"A month." Atsumu corrected, shutting up when you sent him a look. "That's not even the worst part. Whenever I don't give an answer, or the answer they want to hear from me, people start to-"

They started to get mean. Some even insulted you without batting an eye, speaking of how you weren't even pretty, that you had to be sleeping with Atsumu to be near him, and many fucking more.

"What?" He asked. "People started to what?" You knew he could sense how tense you were starting to get, but you always started to fight with him whenever he asked if people were bothering you, never answering his question, despite the answer being obvious.

"Nothing, its just frustrating." You shrugged, taking a bite out of your meal to stop yourself from talking -or crying-.

"Look, I can guess what's going on." Atsumu sighed, "and the only reason I can think of of you not telling me what's happening is that you don't want me to interfere, but you should tell them to piss off, already." He advised you the same stupid sentence he had been advising the past few days, ever since he noticed how his fans acted towards you.

"Yeah, thanks for the advice, jackass. It would be easier if you stopped being so extra." You muttered into your cup full of coffee, feeling a tinge of guilt, putting the whole blame on him and not admitting you probably should tell people to mind their business already.

But you just weren't the type of person that was comfortable with talking to people you didn't know or know well enough, and you certainly weren't going to tell people to 'piss off' so comfortably.

You gulped when he sighed. "Okay, sorry, you're right, and I went overboard. But I gotta go to training now. It'll end around 5 p.m, so come to my place at 6?" He raised to his feet as he took one last sip of his drink when he finished his food.

"And if anyone asks you if we're married again, you have my permission to say yes." He grinned, patting your hair twice before you rolled your eyes, but couldn't stop a giggle from escaping your lips. "Oh, thank you, gracious lord." You cried out dramatically, scoffing when he pinched your cheek. "Exactly."

~~~

"I'm going into shower." Atsumu announced as Osamu shuffled through the fridge.

"And?" The grey-haired twin asked from the fridge without pulling back, locating the eggs, and taking some out. "Do you want my help or something?

He expected an equally sarcastic comment from his brother, lifting his head as he closed the door of the fridge. "Cook for 3 today, a friend's coming over." He heard him say instead.

"A friend?" Osamu quirked his brow, ready to laugh given the punchline, but it never came.

"Yep." His twin answered instead, popping the p like some idiot middle schooler. "She's nice, you'll like her." He grinned, and Samu was already sure that wouldn't be the case. "Is this the girl ya can't stop talking about?"

Osamu couldn't say he wasn't interested since it was rare to see his brother drawn to anything but himself and volleyball, especially not to a girl. And judging by how Atsumu spoke about you, it was evident he had a particular liking to you.

The smug grin on Atsumu's face gave Osamu his answer, to which he grimaced. "don't wanna hear a fucking sound."

"She's coming over to study, you pervert! We have a project together."

"Yeah, whatever, I said what I said." Osamu shrugged, turning his back to Atsumu and started to chop the vegetables, unable to shake off the unlucky feeling pooling in his stomach.

~~~

"Oi, shit-head, does yer friend have any allergies or somethin'?" Osamu knocked on the bathroom door that had steam coming from the gap beneath it. He waited as Atsumu closed the water. "Eh, I'm not sure."

"Yer not sure? How long do you even know her?"

"A month." Atsumu answered, turning the water back on. A month? It wasn't like Atsumu didn't get close to a girl he knew for such a short time, but Osamu had never, ever seen Atsumu bring a girl home.

"Hurry up, already, what the hell are you even doing in there?!" Osamu shouted, knocking on the bathroom door and holding back an urge to kick down the door when he heard the happy humms of his brothers.

"Oi, idiot, I'm telling you- goddammit." He clenched his teeth when he heard the doorbell.

"Hurry up or you're not eating." Osamu knocked one last time before he rushed to the door to let you in.

He opened the door without thinking of opening the lights as well, and since it was well after the sun had set, he couldn't see what you looked like, but he knew he wasn't expecting- well, you.

You were bent forward, trying to undo the messy knot your shoelaces had formed when the door opened. Sending a glance at the silhouette standing at the door, you turned your attention back to untying the mess your shoes were.

"Hey, Atsumu." You muttered without taking another look, assuming it was Atsumu who had greeted you. You didn't see how Osamu's face soured, dark-grey eyes narrowing at your form with some hostility he couldn't help.

In your defense, the light wasn't on, and you hadn't taken a good look at the boy standing before you, so it wasn't exactly your fault for not realizing it was Osamu, right?

No.

Strike one.

Osamu hated when people mixed him with Atsumu. Did they not see the bright platinum gray hair, clearly different from his twins piss colored one? Osamu hadn't dyed his hair for the sake of looking nice, and he certainly hadn't sat in the hairdresser for hours long just to get mixed up with his twin again.

You had noticed your mistake as soon as you stood up and looked at the tall figure staring at you, leaning on the door frame and his arms tied on his chest almost defensively. "O-oh," Osamu heard you mutter softly, not sure as to why your voice sent goosebumps down his arms. "You're not Atsumu."

The somewhat disappointed tone of your voice made him furrow his brows. The smile you had on your lips dropped as soon as you locked eyes with the grey ones, familiar yet strange, and Osamu could feel himself getting more irked by the second.

The truth was, you weren't exactly disappointed, mostly embarrassed and a little surprised, although the unsatisfied look his eyes held kept making you even more nervous. He waited as your eyes wandered over his face, over the scowl resting on his lips, looking so mean and hostile, you found yourself taking a defensive step away from him.

"I- uh," Osamu's scowl didn't move an inch when you forced a smile at him, and you checked the time on your phone to break the eye contact. "Atsumu told me to come by at 6, and... is he- is he home?"

"Yeah," The boy talked for the first time, and you noticed how his voice was deeper than his twin's. It was nicer, too, you thought. "He's in the shower, though he should be-"

"Y/N, you're here!" You heard the twin you were familiar with speak your name, standing in the entrance, hair still wet and dripping with excess water.

"Don't get cocky, I'm here for the project." You rolled your eyes with fake annoyance, unsuccessful at hiding your smile. Osamu felt something in him shift as he watched the change in your demeanor, feeling- what, jealous?

"You met 'Samu?" Atsumu approached you, not missing the tension hanging in the air. "Y/N, this is the inferior twin, 'Samu, as you can also tell. And 'Samu, this' Y/N." He introduced you, making you laugh awkwardly, but Osamu kept his glower.

"Don't mind him, he can be an asshole sometimes." Atsumu whispered at you, which anyone even passing by outside the house could hear. "Look at who's talking." You told him with a snarky quirk of a brow, making Atsumu frown. "Mean."

The blond pulled you towards the living room, making you settle on the couch and plopping next to you. Osamu caught the glance you sent his way when he didn't sit, leaning against the wall that was across you, instead, and you found he still had that frown that seemed to be imprinted on his face.

Osamu's frown was deepening on his lips at how comfortable you looked next to Atsumu, the friendly banter you had the exact opposite of how uncomfortable you looked next to Osamu. Maybe it was the natural competitiveness that came with having a twin, but Osamu hated this feeling. Why couldn't you smile at him like that, too? Yeah, maybe he was acting like a dick, but wasn't Atsumu also?

"Go dry your hair, idiot, you'll get sick!" Osamu heard you tell his twin, watching you hit him with the nearest pillow. "Hm?" Atsumu turned to you with a grin, leaning towards you for easy access to his hair. "I thought ya could do it for me?"

Osamu watched you with interest as you glared at his twin with annoyance. "I hope you get sick." You narrowed your eyes at him. "If you keep this attitude around other people, I'll kick you."

"Alright, alright, I won't flirt with ya when other people are around." Atsumu grinned, and Osamu felt his appetite vanishing. "I'll just leave." He muttered to himself, closing the door behind him just after hearing your answer to his twin.

"Don't flirt with me, ever?"

You had spoken it with such genuine annoyance that if you had listened closely, you could hear Osamu laughing from the other side of the door.

So, the meeting with his twin was anything but successful.

Osamu was very blunt with how much he hadn't liked you, his glare reminding you of the ones Atsumu had whenever his fans approached him, cold and cruel.

Grey was clearly the superior choice, though, that you found yourself thinking as you gazed at the blond. "What? Lost in my handsomeness?" Atsumu teased you when he noticed you weren't paying attention to the project. You had to hold yourself back physically before you said something along the lines of how his twin was hotter, but you knew he wouldn't talk to you ever again, so you shut your mouth and took the teasing.

Luckily, Osamu was barging through the door before Atsumu could continue, bored-looking eyes finding you two where he had left you. "Dinner's ready." He told you and left the room.

"Food," Atsumu salivated, jumping on his feet the moment he heard his brother, ready to sprint to the kitchen. You shuffled awkwardly in your place when you felt his warm-brown gaze on you, expecting you to stand up, as well, and eat.

"I- uh," you muttered. "I'm not really hungry, and I ate before I came here." Lies. "Can't we just finish this project instead?"

Strike two.

Just as he started to think you weren't horrible, Osamu gasped from the other side of the wall when he heard you (the walls were thin), his teeth clenching in annoyance. Really? Did you prefer doing a fucking project over his food? The food he had cooked?

Osamu was never a forgiving person, but this- this was something he could never forgive, he decided on the spot.

"Oh, come on, stop bein' a baby." Atsumu told you, pulling you by your hand on your legs, he knew you well to understand you were hesitating to go there because of his brother. Or more as he was making you nervous and you would rather not eat than go in his presence. "Osamu's the best cook around, you'll see." He joked so you could relax a little, making you giggle nervously.

Strikeout.

Osamu flinched at the words, eyes narrowing on you as you entered the kitchen. Did you doubt his abilities?

You thanked the boy as he placed your plate in front of you, steaming hot food, smelling so good that you wanted to bury your face in it, but the grey gaze hovering over you was making you so nervous that it made it impossible for you to take even a small bite.

"Do ya like it?" Atsumu asked you, noticing how you were nudging the food with your fork without eating. You flinched in your place, your friends' voice pulling you out of your thoughts and back to reality, to which you mustered a smile and nodded. "Yeah! Yeah, it's- it's delicious. Thank you." You turned back to Osamu, who scoffed at your words, causing you to frown.

You could tell he didn't like you one bit, even though you weren't sure as to why, but you discarded the thought. He was free to like or dislike you, which, in this case, was the latter, though it stung a little since you thought he seemed nice when- well, when he didn't frown at you.

He seemed like the type you would either get along or hate mutually.

He had obviously chosen the latter, and both Atsumu and you could feel the almost hateful air coming from Osamu as he glanced at you with a disinterested, blank face. "Did ya have a bad day or something, 'Samu?" Atsumu broke the silence, and you felt like you could finally take a breath. "You look like someone kicked ya in the nuts."

"Fuck off, 'Tsumu."

"Nah, you've been acting like a dick all day. What's with ya today?"

"I said fuck off!" Osamu warned his twin another time, this time successfully silencing the blonde.

"Thank you," You broke the awful silence that followed Osamu's voice. "The food was delicious." You told him after you finished your food. You could still feel his gaze over you as you placed your plate in the sink and retreated to the living room.

"Your brother didn't like me very much, did he?" Osamu heard you mutter to his brother after he had left, too, feeling a fracture of guilt in his chest as he caught the disappointment in your voice.

"It's just... 'Samu. Don't worry about it." Atsumu told you, closing the door behind you.

Osamu was hesitant to knock on the living room door.

It had been about two hours since you had gone in, and knowing his brother- he couldn't be sure as of what's to happening.

"Oi, 'Tsumu!" He barged in the room, discarding the thoughts before he gave up.

"Shut up." Atsumu whispered, eyes lifting from his phone screen for a second and glancing at you. You, who was lying on the sofa and- sleeping?

"She fell asleep." Atsumu grinned at his brother's questioning gaze. "I'll carry her back to the car. Can you drive her home?"

Osamu didn't hold back his snicker when Atsumu's voice dropped volume as he asked the favor from his brother, still not able to admit to himself the defeat.

"Your hair is still wet, idiot," Osamu mumbled, his eyes wandering over your figure. "And I will not take care of you if you go out and get sick."

"What?" Atsumu grinned mockingly. "Are you gonna carry her then? Be a hero for the girl you've been acting like an ass all day? What the fuck was up with you today?"

"I don't like her." Osamu shrugged.

"She's not the kind of girl you think of her as." Atsumu quickly responded, already aware of what his twin had decided about you. Atsumu knew Osamu too well, his stubbornness even more, so he wasn't exactly surprised when he shrugged.

"Let me be the judge of that, and I don't have to like her."

"Whatever, you do you. But you know, you don't have to dislike her just because she's my friend, too."

Osamu stood silent, eyes falling back on you. He knew Atsumu was partly right, but he had his reasons not to like you, right? Osamu pocketed his car keys, nodding at his twin and lifting you off the couch.

Atsumu grinned at the audible gulp his twin took when you shifted uncomfortably in Osamu's arms, snuggling your body closer to him, your hand fisting his shirt unconsciously.

You woke up with Osamu hovering over you, and it took you a second or two to notice you were in a car and he was tying your seatbelt. He was so close, yet so careful not to touch you, his smell -a different perfume than his brother's- filling your newly awakened senses with him, him, him. Your eyes met his when he tied it and pulled back, a brow quirking up as his frown settled on his lips.

"Did I wake you up?" He muttered as he retreated to his seat, running his fingers through his hair as he fixed his mirror, pushing back the few stray strands back from his face. Osamu turned back to you when you stood quiet, a sarcastic smile quirking his lips upwards, but it fell as soon as you talked.

"Wh- uh, where's Atsumu?"

Osamu clenched his teeth, not knowing why it angered it so much that his twin was the first thing that came to your mind as soon as you woke up.

"Home." Osamu gritted through his teeth. "I'm dropping you home, 'Tsumu gave me the address."

He glanced at you when you stood silent. "He doesn't have a license." Osamu couldn't help but add, a feeling stirring in him when you laughed at that. "So he failed the exam and you passed? That must've been a blow on his ego."

"Oh, you have no idea." Osamu found himself laughing with you.

Silence. He could feel your growing anxiety, and you could tell he was nervous as well, the taps of his fingers on the stirring wheel echoing in the car. His hair reflecting the colors coming from the road, yellow, red, and green, the features of his face illuminated, you thought he looked too handsome to be true.

"Why are you friends with him?" Osamu blurted out after a few seconds of silence, but the question didn't seem to surprise you. "Why is anyone friends with anyone?" You teased.

"Atsumu isn't exactly the type people wanna be friends with."

"Hm," he heard you humm thoughtfully, not answering the question. "If we're asking questions, well, here's one. Why don't you like me?"

He could feel your light gaze on him as he kept his eyes on the road. It wasn't if he liked you or not, but you asked him why. He found himself wondering where that annoying meak girl he had met inside went. "And you don't like me."

"No," you answered honestly, which he found amusing. "You're mean."

"And 'Tsumu isn't?"

He turned to you when you shrugged. "Well, Atsumu is, too. But there is a difference, you know."

"And what is that?"

"He's a naturally mean person." You explained as if it made perfect sense. "He's just mean, he doesn't try to be meaner or nicer. You, on the other hand," you looked at him. "I don't think you're naturally mean, not as much as him, at least. I think you're purposefully being mean, and thats why I don't like you."

You met his eyes when Osamu turned his eyes from the road to you when the car stopped at the red light, grey eyes glistening with reds and yellows from the road. Your eyes followed the small smile that appeared on his lips, and you couldn't help yourself from thinking how soft they looked. How much more handsome he looked with a smile, even with one as cruel as he had now.

"I just don't like you." He told you with as much spite as possible, not sure why he was deliberately trying to hurt you. His brows furrowed when you laughed at his answer, instead.

"You certainly aren't the first."

"What does that mean?" He asked without missing a beat, the tension now almost solidifying in the air. His heart was hammering in his chest, eyes watching your smiling lips as he waited for your next words, your chest heaving in sync with his, and you were so close, so close that if he leaned even just a little-

"You only met me today, Osamu-kun." He felt goosebumps climbing his back as he heard his name from your lips for the first time. "You know me for what, a few hours at most, and here you are telling me you just don't like me." The cynical tone of your voice made him send you a glare, his hands working over the gear when the red illuminating the car turned green.

"People like you do this a lot, you know. Judge people by one or two mistakes they do, not even anything major, but things you don't like, and deem them unworthy of your time. And how much I hate it when they boast about it, too. What, do you think you're so perfect? Don't you ever make any mistake?"

"People like me?" Osamu repeated, uncharasterically silent after all those words you had spat. "Yeah, shallow people." You answered, but you weren't looking at him anymore as you tapped the window instead. "We're here."

You were silent as he stopped the car, pulling to the side, and watched you open the door. "You know," he finally spoke, rolling down his window before you were too far. "You say I judge people so quickly, but you did a full-blown analysis just now, and you say I'm the one to judge quick?"

"Tell me, Osamu." You bent forward a little, leveling your face with his. "If you can promise me that you didn't think, ah, I know this type of girl, even once tonight, I'll take it all back and apologize to you."

You smiled when he stood quiet.

"Goodnight, Osamu. Thank you for the ride." You told him before walking back to your house.

"Ya know, with the amount of time you spend here, you may as well move in." Osamu told you gruffly, eyeing you from his side of the couch. Your eyes followed him as he took a bite out of his food, adam's apple bobbing up and down.

"I'll move in as soon as you leave." You answered with a fake smile, turning your eyes away from his as soon as you realized you were staring, hoping he hadn't noticed, but he had.

"Yer sure ya want me to leave?" He quirked a brow at you, making you grimace. "Never been more sure."

It had been about a month since you met Osamu, and it was like this ever since. Osamu never missed the chance to take a jab at you, or he couldn't sleep. You never backed down from it either, the fights going back and forth until either Atsumu got bored and pulled you away or one of their friends called you out.

You didn't enjoy it like they thought you did. In fact, it was getting tiring and annoying, but you couldn't stop yourself from taking a jab at Osamu whenever he shot you a remark.

He looked at you when you sighed, brows quirking up in a silent question. "When's Atsumu gonna be here?"

Atsumu had told you to come to his place that day, telling you he would be there in a few minutes after you and he had something to do, but as always, he was late at least an hour, and you were now stuck with his brother.

"I'll just go home and meet you up later." You had told the blonde, but he had insisted you stay.

"Have you ever seen 'Tsumu come somewhere not at least two hours late? I bet he won't be here for at least an hour more." Osamu chuckled. "I'm hungry." He added right after, eyes finding yours.

"And? You need me to cook?" You snickered, not expecting him to stay silent, looking at you for a few more seconds and rolling his eyes as he turned around and went to the kitchen.

Your brows furrowed in confusion at the antic. Surely Osamu wasn't- he wasn't asking you if you wanted something, was he?

"At least open a movie or something as we wait." Osamu muttered from the kitchen.

"Do you have something on mind?" You asked, feeling weird at how soft he suddenly was acting. "No, pick one."

"Okay," you muttered to yourself, emphasizing the 'o'. You thought of opening a volleyball match, Atsumu always liked it when you did, and maybe he would- no, why were you even thinking of what he would like? He told you to open whatever, hadn't he?

Still, despite reasoning with yourself, you were jittery as you opened a random comedy show from Netflix. Trying to focus your thoughts on the show playing, you did your best not to think about the silver-haired boy inside, failing miserably by how your mind wandered to him and the odd way he was acting today.

"Say, ya never gave me an answer as to why yer friends with 'Tsumu." He entered the room, carrying a tray with two plates and forks inside. The crooked smile on his lips was making your heart beat twice as fast, even though you didn't want to admit it, and the way he focused on holding the tray on balance, the slight crease between his furrowed brows. Osamu Miya was too handsome for his own good.

"Thanks," you muttered half-heartedly as you took the plate from him, not even aware it was an olive branch he was sticking out. Osamu's face fell when you didn't spare him or his food another look. "You never gave me an answer of why you don't like me, so I guess we're even." You laughed, smile wavering when he didn't laugh along.

He sighed, eyes glancing at you and then back at his hands. It made you antsy, making you feel like something was wrong.

"You chose this to watch?" He turned back to the not answering you. He shifted in his place when you hummed, "I can change it i fyou want." The way he hadn't made fun of your choice of the movie yet, was too uncharacteristic of him.

"No, its okay." He answered instead, ending the conversation -if you could even call this one. You ate in silence, tv playing in the background, though neither of you cared of it, your gaze meeting now and then until you couldn't take it.

"What is wrong with you?" You couldn't help but blurt out, turning the TV off and facing him. You watched him as he quirked his brow up, looking at you questioningly even though he knew what you meant.

"What is wrong with me?" He repeated.

"Why are you being nice?"

He turned back to face the tv after a beat of silence, looking somewhat... shy? What the-

"Wh-what was that?" You asked when he mumbled something, the answer so silent that it was inaudible. "I said," Osamu repeated, eyes still focused on his plate. "You told me you didn't like me because I- uh, I was rude."

His voice was still uncharacteristically quiet, but this time you heard him loud and clear. That didn't mean you understood it, though.

"What do you mean?" He heard you ask, your voice laced with something resembling suspicion, you scoffed when he stood quiet, standing up to your legs and picking your plate off from the table. "If you're trying to tell me you want me to like you, I'm not buying it."

"You're not buying it?" He repeated, mirroring your movements and standing up, making you realize how much taller he was than you. The way he was looking at you- what was it, hurt? No, it couldn't be. Anger would be more like it.

"Is there no way of winning with you?" He asked, following you to the kitchen and placing his plate a little too roughly on the counter. "You say you don't like me because I'm rude. I try to be nice and you fucking ask me what's wrong with me? What do you want me to do, disappear?"

Now, there was no denying that Osamu was, indeed, hurt, as his face soured when you stood quiet, staring at him blankly at his question. "So you hate me this much." He muttered to himself, running his fingers through his hair.

"I don't know why you expected me to like someone who has been nothing but rude to me since the moment we met." You shrugged, but a part of you wanted to tell him it was a lie, and despite everything that you- well, you liked him.

The glare he sent your way was enough to make you choke on the breath you took, taking a step forward to you, close enough for you to feel dizzy with his scent.

"Well, that concludes it, I guess. This was stupid, anyway." Osamu muttered, but he was so close- so close that you could almost feel the heat radiating from him, your eyes fixated on his lips, and if you just leaned forward- a few millimeters was all there was.

"What was- what was stupid?" You whispered, noticing his gaze was also wandering on your lips. Your heart suddenly started thundering in your chest, and you couldn't even ask yourself what's happening? What are you doing?

"This," Osamu breathed against your lips, his gaze so intense over you that it sent chills down your spine. He finally leaned forward, doing what you wanted but couldn't do, the word "apologizing," being the last thing you hear before you felt his lips on yours.

It was a soft kiss, nothing similar to how you thought Osamu would kiss -not that you had thought on it, or so you told yourself-, this kiss was deeper, irrational, amazing.

"Do you always apologize to people by kissing them?" You asked when he pulled back, smirking at the way your chest heave, feeling a tinge of pride at how breathless he had left you.

"Hm?" He hummed, not wiping that damn smirk off of his face, it even grew wider when he noticed you pressing your fingers on your lips, still in shock, "I don't apologize to people."

It was true.

No one had ever seen Osamu Miya change his opinion about something, about someone. He would never admit he was wrong yet apologize.

But here he was, standing before you -just as breathless as you were- apologizing.

"Maybe you should apologize more." You told him with a sly smile, to which he happily complied.

"I wanted to make peace." He told you, sitting on the couch right beside you, refusing to look at you, though. "I've been trying to act nice for a while now, but you seem to- you don't like that."

"A while?" You repeat. "You were never nice to me!"

"I was trying." His brows furrowed at your protest. "But you always had something snarky to say, and I couldn't just stay silent, could I now?"

"But- what? You were always the one who started them!"

"Was I?" He asked, giving you the time to think, watching your face in disbelief fall into a look of 'fuck, he's right.'

It was you who started the fights, despite thinking it was him all this time. Upon recognizing that, you started to see the times he actually was nice to you, which you had always discarded or turned a blind eye.

Biting your lip guiltily, your turned to him. "I might... owe you an apology." You muttered, very aware of how his eyes glinted, gaze falling back on your lips. "Well," he told you, smiling. "I can't disagree."

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