#because. well i was gonna get caught up on homework over the weekend. and then i spent 3 days on probably very bad html instead

[bonetrousledbones]

fellas i wanna draw so fucking bad but i have a very easy assignment i have to do first so basically the world wants me dead

[xspeter]

TIME AFTER TIME

Chapter one ❣︎ Uh oh, i’m fallin’ in love

uh oh, i’m fallin’ in love

i thought the plane was goin’ down (how’d you turn it right around?)

❧ warnings: none!

❧ wc: 2.8k

❧ Note: first chapter is outtt! I hope you guys enjoy and are as excited for this story as I am! if things seem to be going a little fast i do apologize, but i am going straight off of the book! like all this happens in literally the first chapter

❧ masterlist

♥︎

The day started out completely terrible.

First, you’d woken up late and threw on the first thing you saw. And you only realized the massive coffee stain on it once you’d reached school.

Then you realized you’d completely forgotten about Mrs. Clicks homework and had barely managed to scribble down random answers on it before the bell, and even then the disappointed look she gave you as she collected it made you want the floor to swallow you whole.

The only good part of the day had to be the prom posters that had been thrown up around the school over the weekend. You couldn’t help the pride that filled your chest when you saw your own design looking right back at you.

The prom committee had let you have complete and total free range over them, and you liked to think they turned out pretty well.

You’d gone with a dark blue base with white sprinkles thrown across it, the words “A Night Under The Stars, Senior Prom, 8:00, April 5th, 1985” sprawled across it in baby blue letters.

“The posters came out super nice!” You don’t have to look behind you to know the voice belongs to your best friend, Robin Buckley.

You bit your lip, arms crossed over your chest, “Do you think so? I feel like I should’ve made the letters white or something.”

Robin shakes her head, “It looks fine to me.”

You gave her a grateful smile, “Shouldn't you be getting ready for the pep rally?” You asked. The school would be having a seniors only pep rally at the end of the day to celebrate your final semester of highschool, and you were honestly excited for it.

It was silly, but you couldn’t help the thought in the back of your mind that this could be it. Maybe you’d meet the guy you were meant to end up with there, even though you already knew practically everyone in your grade. You still couldn’t help but hope.

Robin threw her head back with a groan, “Please don’t remind me.” She whined. You snorted.

You knew the real reason Robin didn’t want to go was because of her new crush. It was cute, honestly. And you understood why Robin is so hesitant to make any moves, but you’re positive Vickie is the right girl.

She looks disgusted every time she’s with her boyfriend and you swear you catch her gazing at Robin more often then what should be considered normal.

“If you never make a move you’ll never know, and then you’ll regret it for the rest of your life.” You tsk, lips thinning out into a sharp line.

Robin rolls her eyes, “Yeah, yeah. Whatever.” She sighs, “Look, I don’t wanna be any later for band then I already am so i’m gonna run, but nice dress!” She yells out as she jogs away, and you grin and yell back a thank you.

You turn around to head to your next class but are met with something rock solid. You nearly tumble to the floor, but are caught by a hand around your waist.

“Shit,” The wall says, “Are you okay?”

You looked up, arms tight across your chest to hold your books in place. The sight you’re met with is one you hadn’t been prepared for at all.

Jonathon Byers stood before you in all his glory. He was still as handsome as you had remembered.

Jonathon had lived across the street from you practically your entire childhood, and you’d harbored a massive crush on him the entire time.

How could you not? He was kind and such a gentleman, and he had an amazing family. (Apart from his dad, but you liked to pretend he didn’t exist.)

He smelled so-so good, and you wanted to catalogue every part of this moment in your mind. It was the perfect meet-cute, even if this wasn’t your first time meeting.

“Jonathon?” You stuttered out, carefully finding your footing as he slipped his hand away from your waist and back to his side.

He gave a weak smile, “Hey, Y/N.”

You couldn’t help but throw an arm around him, the other holding your books in place. “Oh my god, I haven’t seen you in years! When-when did you get back from California? Why are you back?” You asked, thoughts going a mile a minute.

Jonathon had moved to California at the end of your eighth grade year. His mom, Joyce, had been offered a well paying job that she couldn’t turn down.

It had been a teary goodbye, but you chose not to dwell on the fact that Jonathon would never know how you really felt.

Now, you couldn’t help but think that maybe you’d be able to turn that around.

Jonathon shrugged, hand rubbing at the back of his neck. “Mom lost her job and she was offered a managing position at her old one back at the store, so we came back.” He explains.

You frown, Joyce losing her job must’ve sucked, but you can’t help but be the tiniest bit thankful that it brought Jonathon back to you again.

“I’m sorry to hear that.” You murmured, laying a gentle hand on his bicep. He just shrugs, hands shoved into his pockets, “It’s okay. At least we didn’t have to move somewhere completely new again, right?”

You nodded in agreement, and you both stood in silence for a moment. You held your breath, you had to do it. You were going to ask Jonathon to prom. Was it a little hasty? Sure, but chances are he doesn’t have a date to prom yet, and there was no harm in asking, right? You were friends, or at least you had been, so it only made sense.

You swallow, “Hey, do you think you’d want to-” But you were cut off by someone knocking into you from behind and shoving you away from Jonathon.

“Holy shit, man! I didn’t know you were back!”

Your eye nearly twitches at the voice. Steve Harrington. The very bane of your existence.

You’d grown up with Steve as well, he only lived two houses down from you, but it’d been nowhere near as romantic as it had with Jonathon.

Steve was obnoxious. He was what your parents considered “troubled.” He would tease you for the dresses you wore, refused to play any of the games you wanted to, and was just an overall punk.

You grit your teeth, “Um, maybe watch where you’re going?”

Steve blinked, once, then twice, before finally he turned to you. “Oh, so sorry. I didn’t even see you. Which is strange, because that dress is seriously an eye-catcher.”

The tone that he says it lets you know it’s anything but a compliment, and you cross your arms over your chest, subconsciously hiding the light brows stain on it. “Hm, it’s weird, Even with your hair being nearly half your height, I still didn’t see you coming.”

Steve goes to bark back a retort, but Jonathon’s chuckle stops him. “It’s nice to see you two haven’t changed a bit.”

You force a smile, “Yep. You know. Same ol’, same ol’.”

Steve glared at you, “More like she hasn’t stopped being annoying.”

Jonathon furrowed his brows, “She’s not annoying. She’s just spunky, it’s my favorite thing about her.”

Your jaw nearly drops at Jonathon’s words, and your cheeks begin to flush a pretty pink. You stutter out a thank you, and Steve leans in and whispers, “Careful, you’re drooling.”

You stomp on his foot with your heel, causing him to hiss and pull away from you. He swatted at you before he turned back to Jonathon, “You remember Tommy Hagan?” He asks.

Jonathon nods hesitantly, “I think so, yeah. First Baseman right?”

Steve snaps his fingers, “That’s the one. Look, he’s having a party this Saturday and you should totally come.”

You do your best to keep your expression neutral as you listen to Steve invite your Jonathon to a party. What right did he have? What if you were gonna invite Jonathon somewhere on saturday?

Jonathon glances at you, “Sure man,” He says. “Sounds fun.”

Steve grins and claps him on the back, “ Party starts at eight, i’ll see you there!” He turned and jogged to his next class with a shout of, “Later guys!”

You and Jonathon watched as Steve disappeared into the crowd of people. He turned to you, “Are you going?” He asks.

Your mouth dries a bit at the question, though you aren’t sure if it’s because Jonathon’s looking at you with those wide, chestnut brown eyes like you move the sun and the moon, or if it’s because you, in fact, weren’t invited.

“Oh, um, I don’t know. I think I have to work.” You stammer out the excuse, hoping he doesn’t catch the nervous way you pick at your chipped nail polish.

He doesn’t, instead he gives you a weak smile and lazily says, “Alright. Look, i’ve gotta run, but let’s catch up soon, yeah?”

You smile girlishly, “Okay.”

His arm brushes against your own as he leaves, and the touch nearly leaves you dizzy.

Finally, things were working out for you.

🝮

Once the pep rally ends you immediately shoot for Robin. You find her next to the bleachers, staring longingly at an unaware Vickie.

You can’t help but roll your eyes, “You look like a kicked puppy!” You yell at her.

She nearly jumps out of her skin at the sound of your voice, but she’s quick to collect herself and throw you a glare. “I do not.”

You shrug, “Fine, keep telling yourself that. But, anyway, you are not going to believe who’s here!” You nearly squeal, fingers playing with the hem of your dress.

Robin thinks for a moment, “Who?”

Your grin grows impossibly larger, “Jonathon Byers.”

“I know.”

Your smile immediately drops, “You do?”

Robin furrows her brows, “Uh, yeah? Was it a secret?”

You scoff, “I mean, no, but - look, this is really good for me.”

Robin squints at you, leg kicking up onto the wall she’s leaning against. “And why is that?”

Your grin returns as you shift back and forth on your feet, “Jonathon is gonna be my date to prom. We already had our meet-cute, now I just have to win him over.”

She nods, eyes lidded, “Right. And how do you plan to do that?” She asks, crossing her arms over her chest.

You shush her and roll your eyes, “Don’t question me. Just trust that I'll make it work.” You begin to walk away, gesturing for Robin to follow. She does so with a groan.

“Steve invited Jonathon to this party. Which, might I add, he did right in front of me and didn’t even ask me if I wanted to go!”

Robin snorts, “Don’t you guys not like each other? Why would he invite you?”

While what she said may be true, it was still just basic manners to not do something like that right in front of people. But, Steve was constantly tiptoeing the line between person and barbarian so you wouldn’t be surprised if he didn’t know basic human decency.

“That’s besides the point,” You grumbled. “I just need to get into this party and then boom! Me and Jonathon will be married in no time.”

“Tommy’s parties are always just beer pong, fireball, and truth-or-dare immature bullshit. Honestly, I'm glad we didn’t get invited.“ Robin murmurs.

The both of you approach your car and you hop into the front seat with an annoyed dent in your brows.

“And…” Robin bites her lip, “I guess Jonathon moved a couple houses down from Nancy Wheeler and they’ve been talking for a while now.”

Your heart plummets. Nancy Wheeler? Is this a joke?

Sure, you didn’t know Nancy very well, but that didn’t stop you from despising her very being. She always played the image of the perfect girl. Smart, pretty. You could see right through her though.

It’d started in kindergarten, when you’d gotten a bloody nose and shrieked an Ewwww right in your toddler face, making the entire class join her.

In first grade she exposed your box of love letters you’d made for Bryce Waterson, and he’d called you gross. It was humiliating.

In fifth grade, not long after your mom died you’d been forced to sit next to her at lunch. And it wasn’t the perfect cookie cutter sandwiches that bothered you, no, it was the notes.

Everyday she’d pull out a handwritten note from her mom. It always said something different and had colorful hearts and doodles. You’d get so sad you couldn’t even eat.

While Nancy could play the part for everyone else, you saw right through her.

And besides, Nancy always got everything she could ever want. She couldn’t have him. You wouldn’t let her.

And Nancy didn’t have the history with Jonathon that you did. She didn’t grow up in love with him, always watching in admiration as he played around with your nemesis.

Your mom said it was the most adorable thing she’d ever seen, though your dad couldn’t help but disagree.

Robin looks at you like she knows exactly what you’re thinking, “Jonathon Byers is not your perfect oh-we’re-so-in-love guy, okay?”

He could be, you wanted to retort, but you held your tongue. Instead you just shrugged as you began to drive your car out of the parking lot, “In all actuality they aren’t even together yet, so I still have a chance..”

“Don’t be that girl!” Robin scolds, “Whatever happened with him was not your meet-cute.”

You couldn’t help but buzz a little at the thought of your interaction with him. The way his arm had ever so gently bridled your own.. that wasn’t coincidence.

“But maybe it was.”

She throws her head back against the seat, “Pull yourself together, woman! You barely even know him anymore.”

His eyes flash in your mind, those beautiful dark eyes. “I know everything I need to know.”

🝮

Jonathon was back.

You propped your feet up onto the kitchen table and dug into your container of ice cream.

After Jonathon had moved, you’d daydreamed about him for what honestly was probably years.

You came up with so many different scenarios in your head for him, but there was one that always seemed to stick.

It was December, Christmas Eve. You were sitting outside in your cutest winter outfit just staring at the snow, and you get the sudden urge to turn your head. When you do, you’re met with the sight of him. He runs to you, holds you in his warm embrace and tells you every thing you’d ever wanted to hear. Some would call it delusional, you just called it perfect.

It took you forever to get over him. And at some point you’d accepted that he was never coming back.

But now he’d returned.

The smile on your face grows wider at the thought.

You didn’t have any classes with him and you were no longer neighbors, which sucked so badly, but you were anything if not persistent, and the one thing in your corner was your expertise on love. Not to call yourself a love expert, but, well…

Love was practically in your genes. Your mom lived and burned for it, and she had luckily given the very same passion to you.

Thanks to this, you were more then certain you had to get to Tommy’s party.

Honestly, the party scene had never really been your thing. A house filled with the distasteful smell of sweaty jocks and booze along with people who didn’t even know you wasn’t your idea of a good time.

But, you were running on a tight schedule here, so party here you come.

Lightning shoots across the sky and illuminates Steve’s car, and you’re reminded of the days events.

There was a parking spot right outside your house, and it was sacred.

If you wanted to be able to comfortably get to your house without having to walk all the way up the street, you’d have to park in this spot, which should be no problem right?

Wrong.

Steve knows about this spot, and unfortunately he wants it just as bad as you. And he’d tailgated you as soon as you’d dropped Robin off at her house and he’d snagged it away from you, forcing you to park a block over and walk all the way to your house in the rain.

You licked off a spoonful of ice cream and daydreamed that Jonathon lived there instead of Steve.

And that’s when it hit you.

Steve was the key.

He was your in. Steve, who’d invited Jonathon in the first place, would be attending this party.

But, there was only one world where Steve Harrington would be willing to help you, and honestly, you were willing to live in it. Even if you had to be drenched in rain everyday.

♥︎

[joseimukeaddict]

Haikyuu Public Transportation Headcanons: Aoba Johsai Team

Yeah, I lied. I said I was gonna do Nekoma next but I’m probably going to butcher their characters since I still haven’t caught up to the movie yet. Planning on watching it before the theatrical release ends this month tho so I gotta finish season 4 first.

Only doing named people although some of their bios are really empty… how fun…

Nekoma’s already in the drafts so I’ll probably time it for end of June.

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Since Aoba Johsai’s a more famous school, at least some of the team has to ride some public transport to get to school.

Third Years:

Tōru Oikawa - I don’t care if this contradicts canon, this man cannot and will not ever drive, so he takes and picks up Takeru from weekend practice via public transport; if this man ever learns to drive it is only because he wants to do a drive date with a girl and will take ANY opportunity to not drive otherwise; probably has a short bus/train trip to and from school, and Iwaizumi is usually his travel buddy; texting or scrolling on his phone otherwise

Issei Matsukawa - Prefers the train over the bus; when there’s not many people on the subway, he’s standing and half leaning against the pole with his arm looped around the pole and adjoining hand behind his head bc he thinks it’s cool; sleeps on the train

Takahiro Hanamaki - Plays games on rides; sits with his legs spread apart bc he doesn’t think about how it infringes on others’ space; yapper to Matsukawa’s sleeper; has only taken short rides in his life since he lives close to the school; only watches views for long rides

Hajime Iwaizumi - Seijoh Team’s GPS and is always attentive to how many stops away they are; has memorized times tables yet he sometimes has such bad luck with public transit, like a pole will fall in front of him and block the way to his train he would have otherwise gotten on; will stand immediately for any elderly, disabled, or pregnant riders

Kaneo Yuda - Usually has his phone in his hands but mostly bc he fidgets with his hands if there’s nothing in them; sometimes leans against the pole bc he’s tired; finds it uncomfortable to sleep on the train but is totally fine with letting his teammates use his shoulders

Motomu Sawauchi - Often the ones using Yuda’s shoulder to sleep on, they’re travel buddies since childhood; has to rush to finish his food before getting on a ride; often travels with Yuda on weekend outings so they have the most experience

Heisuke Shido - His parents coddle him so they drive him around everywhere so he has like no experience; cannot read a map; Sawauchi and Yuda drag him around like second parents

Second Years:

Shigeru Yahaba - Lives the farthest from Seijoh as well as Kyōtani so they became train buddies (reluctantly at first); doesn’t really do conversations on public transit and rather watch the views or keep to his own thoughts; tried reading on the train but he kept getting motion sick

Shinji Watari - Stander who scrolls on his phone; likes trains but is not very obvious about it; doesn’t ride too often since he has family who can drive him around

Kentarō Kyōtani - Doesn’t like talking much on the train either, the only thing he regularly talks about with Yahaba is volleyball at first but they eventually get to talking casually about stuff but it’s mostly Yahaba asking questions about what he did yesterday and Kyōtani answers in one word answers until the conversation dies out (this is just how they communicate okay, they actually like each other); children have been shielded from looking at him bc of his RBF; leg-spreader but he is getting better bc of Yahaba’s influence

First Years:

Yūtarō Kindaichi - does homework on the bus; idiot leg spreader; constantly misses his stop; likes standing on trains bc of senior influence; sleeps on trains but his height causes uncomfortable neck pains

Akira Kunimi - has to keep track of the stops for Kindaichi; is the ones who has to help Kindaichi with homework but he’s super annoyed by it since he’s not a morning person; refuses to sleep with leaving his head on anything on the train or bus bc it’s dirty so when he can, he sleeps on Kindaichi’s shoulder

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Bonus:

Nobuteru Irihata drives to school but bc he’s old, his family tries to drive for him but his old man pride won’t let that happen. Sadayuki Mizoguchi bikes to school for extra exercise.

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Prev: Karasuno

Remember guys, any of the headcanons are wrong, just pretend it doesn’t exist, thanks 👍

Also after Nekoma and Shiratorizawa, I know like a max of 2 players per team, so should I continue to 100% make up shit from one wiki pic and a paragraph of bio for every team member or only care about the ones that show up prominently? Please let me know.

[partysongs-4-urfuneral]

4/10/24

sorry i forgot to write yesterday. got caught up in homework and conversations and desperately needing to sleep, because school leaves me an utter wreck at the best of times. either ways, i have a few things to talk about; primarily in the vein of friendships, the killjoy boy, and music.

first, killjoy. i actually worked up the courage to speak to him again today, and you don't realise just how pretty someone is until you get them to laugh. because in class i made some stupid joke i can hardly remember, and i learned that killjoy has that laugh where he hides his face in his hand and tries to stifle his giggles, which just makes him so cute my head spins. i don't think i took a single note that lesson, which is actually quite bad considering im supposed to be a straight-A student, but i think i can make the exception for him.

secondly, my friendships. i'm sure i've mentioned that boy i stopped being friends with because he called me a whore and meant it, and ever since i've started hanging out with a girl we can call sugar, because she always smells like something syrupy and warm. and as i was waiting for sugar to come to our spot outside the art-rooms, that boy came by and yelled at me for two minutes about how awful i was to him. really, i just said i didn't want to be friends with him and explained why; being rude leaves my chest feeling weird, and i don't think i hated him as much as i should've. sugar came by eventually and said he should "fuck off to your boytoy", after which she immediately turned to me and showed me some adorable pins she g for her bag.

i really like sugar. that's what she is, saccharine and lovely if she likes you, and willing to rot you from the inside out if she doesn't. i think she only genuinely dislikes a few people though, and i've had no reason to get on her bad side.

oh, i said i'd talk about music, didn't i? well, i recently started listening to a few older artists my dad and sister have been telling me about; my current favourites are the smiths, the velvet underground, david bowie and billy joel. there's something about the soft, meandering pace of TVU that i just utterly adore, and if i try hard enough i can forget just how many drugs the members must have been on. and then i really enjoy bowie for how his songs build up and the way the melody washes over you, not to mention just how much of a queer icon he was back in the 70s. i've really ought to do more research into queer history, because despite being a part of the community i know shockingly little. over the weekend i might. who knows.

i'm gonna drink some water, i think im gonna pass out soon if i don't

[eclipticasolaris]

So this reminds me of one of my teachers in high school who did something similar. It wasn’t a repetitive thing, but it was nose specific incident.

For context: my school district had this thing called the Academy program. Basically, a series of more specialized and career oriented classrooms with more professional equipment. Pro TV production, Professional Photography, Musical theater, fashion design, music composition, and less common language classes ere a few that I remember being on the list.

One or two of the schools with extra space for these facilities offered the classes in one or two specific time slots, and a handful of students from each school would get on a school bus and ride to that school every day for that specific class slot.

I was in the TV production class, and it became Very apparent Very quickly that the logistics of all the students leaving their schools at the some time led to them arriving at very different times at the academy. So for this two-hour class every day, I’d arrive to m generally the first 10 minutes, since my school was the very next one over, and then sit and eat my lunch while all the other kids filtered in over the next 20 minutes, and the teacher couldn’t really start class until 30 minutes in most days.

The second year I took this class, we had a new instructor, Mr B. He progressed through the first four stages of grief pretty quickly, and by mid-October had landed on acceptance. So we were doing catch ups, showing off examples of video techniques that were covered previously, asking niche questions that weren’t in the curriculum, betting on which of the last two busses would arrive first, or catching up on homework/lunch. This one day, Mr B had his feet up on the desk with all the rest of us(minus the last bus, which was extra-late this time) and since it was the last day before a long weekend, we weren’t in any rush to start the class, and so he decided to single out each and every of the 15-ish of us and describe how he thought each of us would behave during The Purge.

Now there were only two other girls in this class, and because shenanigans with the scheduling, one of them only showed up every other day, it was mostly just myself, and this other girl, whom we’ll call Maddie.

Maddie was…. Well high-strung is not the right word, she was pretty chill, but she startled VERY easily. Having an inflatable T-Rex posed right around the corner at the end of the long narrow corridor we had to walk through to get to the classroom, and having the T-Rex occasionally swapped out with a half-naked mannequin, didn’t help much.

So Mr B goes around starting with the boys, the one special effects whiz was obviously gonna be hacking into government databases, the skater boy was gonna be stealing vehicles and joyriding around, the one who was especially proficient at using the Gimble and the Drone for cool shots would be taking blackmail pictures of people, and then a whole bunch of others on what specific weapons they would be using.

Mr B then turned to Maddie and goes “now Maddie, she’s gonna be totally caught off guard by the sirens, gonna lock her door and hide in the closet, and she’ll be so high-strung that she’ll just karate-chop the first person who startled her right in the throat and cut their head off as a reflex.”

The last bus finally showed up, and he tried to start class, but Maddie, still laughing, went ‘hey, you skipped eclipticasolaris!’

And Mr B goes ‘oh come on y’all, it’s obvious, eclipticasolaris gonna be baking cookies and her front door isn’t even going to be locked she’ll invite you in and offer you some. But beware, if you came in with poor intentions, you’ll get a poisoned cookie.’

[loveronlineee]

Not All Bad Part 2 (Spider x Reader)

Masterlist

Spencer “Spider” White x Reader (She/Her)

Warnings: naming sexual terms (y’know the map stuff)

Synopsis: The students of Hartley High discover a sex map in the old stairwell which causes public outrage and puts all kinds of relationships on the line. Y/N is surprised to find herself on the map connected to a certain blondie

Not proofread sorry hehe

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Y/N walked into school the following Monday, not particularly excited to hang with her so called friends. Sasha and Missy hadn’t called or texted her over the weekend about ditching her at the party. Missy texted her about her class schedule for the new school year and Sasha hadn’t said anything at all.

Not surprising, just disappointing.

She decided to walk to school, not really wanting to be in a car with them right now. Dusty, Ant and Spider were in their usual morning spot near the bikes. Ant spotted her and sped over, nearly tripping over his own feet in the process.

“Y/N!” The girl stopped and blinked.

“Yeah Ant?”

“Can I see your timetable for this year?” Y/N rolled her eyes. Ant and her had always had at least one class together every year since year 7. And Ant had been copying Y/N’s homework in those classes since then.

She held out her hand.

“Show me yours.” Ant excitedly pulled out his phone and showed her a picture of his timetable. Y/N scanned then handed it back.

“Maths, English and Biology.”

“Yes!” Ant punched the air. Y/N smirked.

“Not so fast Anthony. I’m gonna start charging you this year.” Ant’s arms went limp.

“Whaaat? Y/N come on-“

“Nope. You gotta pay up or you gotta do it yourself.” He sighed.

“Okay fine.” Dusty and Spider walked over.

“You still letting Ant copy your homework?” Dusty asked, amused.

“Yes but with a little twist this year.” Y/N sung. Ant looked defeated.

“I’m gonna have to get a job now.” Spider laughed.

“Aww Y/N you chargin’ him now?” Y/N grinned. She was wondering when he was going to say something.

“Well I’ve got my eye on a new pair of shoes, so one of us better start working.” He laughed harder.

Spider seemed to be back to his usual self but with something a little different. Something only Y/N would notice.

It felt like he was noticing her more. Y/N wasn’t sure if that would make sense to anyone else but it made sense to her. The way he looked at her was different. Like he was hanging off of every word she said, awaiting the next.

It didn’t feel like he had changed because she had shown him a little affection. It felt more like he might’ve liked her before, and that little kiss on the cheek gave him the confidence that she might like him back.

Dusty put a hand on Y/N’s shoulder before quickly dropping it. Spider’s smile faltered at the action.

“We gotta go but we’ll see ya later.” Dusty started walking away, the other two following after him.

“Thanks Y/N! See ya!” Ant added.

“You better have my money Ant!” Y/N called back making Spider chuckle one last time. He looked back to see Y/N still smiling at him, wiping away the doubt Dusty’s action gave him.

“Hey girl!” Missy sung as her Sasha and Amerie skipped over. Y/N’s face dropped when she saw them.

“Hey.” She replied in an unenthusiastic tone. The girls frowned.

“What’s up?” Missy asked in confusion. Y/N frowned.

“You two ditched me at the party.” Missy blinked in surprise.

“You guys ditched Y/N?” Amerie questioned.

“What?” Missy turned to Sasha. “I thought you said she didn’t wanna come with us?” The pink haired girl stuttered, her lie caught in her throat.

“O-Oh well I didn’t actually ask her, I just assumed she wouldn’t wanna go.” Y/N sighed.

“It would’ve been nice to know that you guys left at least.” Missy stepped a little closer to her.

“I’m really sorry about that Y/N, I had no idea. It won’t happen again.” Y/N nodded and smiled but the apology was from the wrong person.

“Oi! There's a fully-gacked sеx map in the old stairwell. It's called the Incest Map!” A girl in the quad shouted. The trio looked at each other and ran with the rest of the students.

It was true.

There it was. A map of students, some with decorated names when they had a lot of connections, others small connecting to one person. A helpful guide was on the right for the meaning of each line spanning from blowie to butt fucked.

“You scissored Greta Bathgate?” Missy loudly questioned Sasha. “Before or after we broke up?”

“I don't remember.”

“You don't remember?”

“I'm pretty sure we were on a break, but...” Missy began walking away. Sasha called out to her. “Wait, Missy.”

“Nah, I need space, man.” Y/N rolled her eyes.

“Good one Sasha.” She looked back at the map, going through names.

Darren gave Ant a wristy, Jessica wanks in public, Sasha’s been with nearly every girl in her year…

Spider.

Y/N would be lying if she said she wasn’t at least a little curious of Spider’s history. She read the names connecting to his.

Fucked Suzie and Quinni, gave Eleanor a dirty thumb, Saskia gave him a suckback. And according to the little note on the side, he made sure she couldn’t walk for three days. An extra little note added that that was probably fake.

Y/N remembered Spider going around last year bragging about it. Yeah definitely fake.

One last name connected to his.

Y/N.

“Oh shit.” Y/N breathed out. She hadn’t even noticed her own name yet. Sasha pulled a disgusted face.

“Oh gross Y/N you let Spider fuck you?”

“No that’s not true!” Y/N objected. She read the other connections to her name.

Hooked up with Ca$h. Not a complete lie. They made out at a party for like 10 seconds.

Fucked Dusty. Complete lie.

Y/N could tell almost all of these were rumours. But she also knew that everyone loved rumours. She looked over to Spider and Dusty. They were still reading the map.

She watched Spider’s face drop. He blinked slowly, processing. Then he looked around for Y/N and spotted her.

She gave him a look that said Are you gonna say anything? He just looked back at her blankly, like a deer in the headlights.

“Quinni, lazy kebab.” Quinni frowned.

“That's not true. What's a lazy kebab? Spider, what's a lazy kebab?”

Spider’s head turned back to the map. Y/N continued to stare at him in frustration getting nothing in return.

An announcement came over the intercom.

“All students to the gym for assembly. All students to the gym for assembly.” Everyone groaned and headed over, taking some last minute pictures of the map.

Y/N could see Spider ahead of her in the crowd.

Is he really not gonna say anything?

She looked to her right at Amerie who looked very concerned. Y/N couldn’t remember what it said about Amerie on the map but judging by her face it was really bad.

“Hey Ams you okay?” Y/N asked.

“You seen Harper today?” Amerie asked, panicked. Y/N thought then shook her head.

“No. She text you?” Amerie shook hers.

“Huh. Weird.”

[xleeleeboox]

oh my god i just kissed you

Robin Buckley x fem!reader

Warnings: the physical descriptions I said to express how emotions feel to me (don’t ask), anxiety, nervous, love/pining, a kiss :)

2.27k words

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      Robin was not good with girls, whether she liked them or not. Whether she tried to flirt with them or not. More often than not, she didn’t flirt. She was always worried that a girl she flirted with would be weirded out. Until she met you. She knew instantly that she was going to be head over heels for you by the end of the semester. 

      She was right. Only it wasn’t the end of the semester and it was two weeks later. In fact, you intrigued her so much that she asked the teacher what your name was and whatever, even though she already knew all of that. 

      “Well, she’s a very nice girl, I will say. She has stayed after class to help me clean up from other students. She has even offered to take notes for people that have been absent.” Mrs. Cassidy told her that day. Robin knew you weren’t new, but she never really saw you around school much. But that’s probably because Robin has always been wrapped up in Tammy Thompson or Vickie. And even though she had a massive crush on those girls, they didn’t really compare to you. 

      You were so nice to Robin, even if you didn’t need to talk to her for any particular reason. You always said good morning, but it wasn’t to her, it was to the room when you walked in in the morning. So every day she waited, sat near the doorway, for you to come in with a smile and say good morning to nobody in particular. Sometimes you would say something else that nobody else except for like two people caught. And when they responded you said “thank you ___” pointedly. 

      Her favorite was when you said her name. The way you say it is no different than how anyone else says it. Well actually, others probably used her name when they were annoyed with her, you said it just because. And she liked that. 

      One time, you even called her Rob, you apologized but she just sat there blushing like a fool, stuttering out an “I don’t mind” to you. Then you would turn around and before she knew it, the class was ending, and she had to wait until the weekend passed to see you again. Or so she thought. 

      Mrs. Cassidy was assigning a partner project to everyone and you had to get it done by sometime next week, but everyone got to pick their partners. Robin wanted to pick you because she wanted to spend time with you, but she also didn’t want to embarrass herself like she did so often. However, when you turned around in your chair to ask her to be your partner, she almost died a little inside. 

      “Hey Robin.” You grab her attention with a sweet smile. “Do you want to be my partner?” You asked innocently. Her mind went elsewhere, as she began wondering if you could have possibly liked girls too. You said something that sounded jumbled, she didn;t catch it because she was stuck in her thoughts not really paying attention.

      “Hm?” She hums, face heating up a little bit. 

      “Do you want to be my partner? For the project I mean. I’m free this weekend if you would like to meet up to get started. If we get together Saturday and Sunday we could probably get this whole thing done and leave the rest of the week for the inevitable pile of homework we’re gonna have with other classes.” You explain. Luckily she understood 99% of it. 

      “Uh, yeah yeah that sounds good. W-where, uh, do you wanna meet up?” Robin stutters out. 

      “Well I could go over to your house, or I guess you could come over to mine? Or a library or something?” You offer. 

      “Your house is fine, if that’s okay with you?” Robin replied. 

      “Well duh silly, I wouldn’t have offered. My house it is. Tomorrow afternoon at 2? I’ve got something to do earlier, but I’ll be available after that. ” Robin nodded. To be honest she was desperate to see what your room looked like. And getting to spend the weekend with you? Her heart feels like it’s going to explode. But then it drops. She gets off work at 4, and she needs a ride. 

~

      “Steve, you don’t understand! This is Y/N we’re talking about! I really like her and I finally get to spend time with her. I mean I know it’s studying but we can still get to know each other. Please Steve please?” She begs him. Steve gives her an unconvincing look.

      “What if…” She was desperately trying to find an idea to convince Steve to cover the rest of her shift and give her a ride. She thought of one thing, she didn’t like it, but it would definitely work. 

      “What if I ask her out?” 

      “Deal.” Steve agrees immediately. 

      “Steve! You didn’t even consider it!” Robin shouts. 

      “Just find out if she likes girls and ask her out! It’s not hard Robin, you’re just… panicky.” Robin scoffs at this but accepts the deal. 

~

      The next day comes and Robin is counting down the minutes, staring at the clock. She gathers her things and hops in the car with Steve, heading over to your house. Oh god, she was going to meet you outside of school, see your house, you room. Robin’s heart speeds up a little more and more the closer she gets to your home. 

      Steve pulls up the car and he shouts something about ‘not chickening out’ and she hurriedly makes her way to your door, knocking. You open it up rather quickly, like you were waiting for her. She gives you a shy smile, turns around and shoos Steve away. You open the door wider for her to come in, rushing up to your room, eager to get started. Really, you were just eager to be with her. 

      When Robin got into your room, she noticed how freezing it was. She shrugs her shoulder in her jacket for friction to maybe get a little warm without you noticing, but she doesn’t say anything. You sat on the floor on a pillow and got out whatever notes binder you had for that class. 

~

      Hours passed of studying, reading, planning. But all of it was awkward small talk. Every moment, Robin was worried about about saying something stupid. But she wanted to get to know you. Her eyes would kind of scan everywhere, taking note of what was there. You had like three blankets, still had stuffed animals. Your closet door is closed but a mirror and hanger is on it, a bunch of necklaces hanging on the hooks. She picks out a necklace with her eyes, one she has seen you wear at school all the time. It became one of her favorites that you wear. 

      Robin noticed perfumes, makeup, books, pencils and stuff laying around. She noticed the pictures on your walls of your friends. Who were you friends with? Nancy. You had a picture of Nancy in the newspaper room with Fred in the background, telling you to knock it off. You were funny in class, making comments here and there, a little outgoing. 

      Her head snapped back to you and she felt your warm hand press against her knee. Your touch was very warm, your hands could have been that warm. Could they? She asked you  “What?” 

      “Are you getting cold? I know it can get pretty chilly in here.” You joke. Robin awkwardly laughs. The next thing she says has her overthinking it. 

      “Yeah, jeez I wonder how it feels in the winter time.” God she wanted to hit herself in the forehead. But you laughed. 

      And you responded to her. “Oh my gosh I know, I have lots of sweaters and blankets. I have been trying to find a space heater for my room but it’s hard to do.” You joke back to her. Okay, good. You shoot up, making your way over to your closet, turning a couple of small lights on in the meantime, giving the room a golden yellow glow. You pull out a golden yellow sweater with red, royal blue, and white buttons on it. They were all mismatched buttons and a couple even had little polka dots on them. 

      “Here, you can wear this in the meantime.” You draped it over her shoulders, and placed your hands on both of them for just a moment, then pulled the rest of her hair out from underneath the sweater. This sent her body into a shiver that she attempted to hide. “Plus it matches your outfit. And it’s my favorite sweater.” You say that last sentence quietly, still smiling. Robin’s heart was now beating really fast because it made her feel all warm inside when you said that to her. 

      “T-thanks. Yeah, I’ve noticed you wearing this sweater a lot. I mean not like I’m watching you or whatever, it’s just not a common color for a sweater.” She lets out a dry chuckle, convinced she’s making you uncomfortable. 

      “No, I’ve noticed you looking at me. I don’t really mind though.” You little out the tiniest chuckle, nudging your arm against her body. You continued, “I was actually kind of excited that we got to pick our own partners, and that you agreed to be with me.” You give your head a quick small shake, as if you were flicking away your own thoughts with your head. “I mean, be my partner for the project.” You smiled. 

      “No, I’m glad you asked, I didn’t want to have to work with anyone else. Like, because I know they wouldn’t try very much to do the work. I’d have to end up doing most of it.” She rambled out. Are you flirting with her? No way. Then you’d be gay? Then you’d be gay. If Robin could think a smile, she’d be doing it. 

      “Yeah,” You scooted closer, Robin’s body just about burst up in flames as the side of your body pressed against hers. Leaning back on your hands. “I was really hoping to get to know you better. I mean you seem cool, you know.” You say, but not like a question. Your cheeks are pink now. 

      “Yeah yeah.” She thought of telling you how pretty she thought you looked, how nice you always are. How your jokes are the highlight of her day. How she has this favorite necklace you wear, it looks kind of old, a sterling silver pendant with a stamped image of it of a four leaf clover. 

      You sat back up, crossing your legs and leaning forward, straight ahead. Robin straightened up too, sitting upwards now, facing the same wall you are looking at. She looks at you looking at your fingernails as she pretends to flip through a page in her notebook. 

      You look over at her, a certain look where your eyes flit up and down from her body to her face. Like you were checking her out, or trying to make a move. Robin’s thoughts stopped and her body felt a little tingly for a second. 

      “Yeah I always thought you were… cute, goofy.” You shyly say, leaning a little closer to her face. 

      “You think I’m goofy?” She asks jokingly, furrowing her eyebrows. 

      “Yeah, and cute.” Robin’s heart skips a beat, or speeds up, she can’t tell anymore. 

      “I think you’re pretty.” She whispers, subconsciously getting closer to you, looking down at your lips in a trance.

“Thank you.” You whispered, looking down at her lips, then to her eyes.

      Then it happens. Your lips are on hers and she is actually kissing you back. Robin even lifts a hand and places it on your knee. Her chest is feeling warm at this kiss, the feel of your lips, soft and a little sticky because of your leftover lipgloss. You bring your hand up to the side of her face, turning your head a little, pushing into her and getting a better angle. You pull away with a gentle smacking sound. Robin is still in a trance and she shakes her head and her eyes widen and mouth falls further open. 

      “Oh my god I just kissed you.” She gasps out, panicking. Getting ready to work herself up, you see and stop her. 

      “Robin no, I kissed you. And I liked it.” You say with a tiny ‘hmp’ and smile. “Is that okay? That I kissed you? I just kinda thought that you liked me because of all the time you stare at me, but instead of hating me, you're nice. So I guess I just thought you did like me.” You explain the sudden kiss shyly. 

      Robin cuts in quickly, “No no no no I liked it, I really liked it. And I do like you. I just didn’t know if you liked me, or girls. I didn’t want to do anything. But I’m glad you kissed me.” She rushed that last sentence out quickly. 

      “Okay good.” You let out a breathy laugh. You two sat with each other in silence on the floor of the chilly room with the golden yellow lighting. Moments of quietness pass as Robin speaks up, at a whisper. 

      “So, would you maybe… I dunno… go on a date with me sometime?” She asks shyly. 

      You nod with a big smile. Biting your bottom lip. “I’d like that very much, Robin.” She looks at you with a shy smile and pink cheeks, looking down at her lap. She finally asked you out. Now Steve won’t pester her about you. 

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[blooming-violets]

Do you have any daddy Andrew!Peter headcannons?

Lol gonna assume you mean as a father with kids and not in the other daddy sense.

But of course I do!

Infant and Toddler Years:

Peter cried happy tears the first time he ever bottle fed his baby.

He insists on trying all of the baby food! He says it’s because if he thinks it’s gross, the baby will think it’s gross, but really he’s just curious. 

Peter never let’s his kids fall. He catches them every time. To the point that his partner has to remind him it’s okay for kids to fall down sometimes because they have to learn to get back up.

When he’s too lazy to put up baby gates, he just shoots webs over the open doors instead.

Uses his webs like a baby leash whenever the kids runs too far ahead 

All of his kids have him wrapped around their finger and they know it

Has the baby shark song and dance memorized. Gets stuck in his head all the time. Has 100% caught some bad guys while singing it under his breath. 

Young Kiddos: 

If he’s ever out late and misses bedtime, Peter will crawl into their beds and snuggle with them until he falls asleep too. So many nights his partner has been looking around the house for him only to find him passed out next to their kids

His kids ask him for Spider-Man stories for bedtime every night. He makes them child-friendly and often adds things like dragons into the mix for fun.

“Don’t tell mommy that I let you have three bowls of ice cream for dinner.” *later that night* “I swear I have no idea why they’re throwing up! Must be something going around the school.” 

His daughter has a fascination with bugs. Peter takes her on bug hunts through Central Park to see what they can find every weekend. They bring nets, jars, and magnifying glasses to study them. 

Always has his nails badly painted and in rainbow colors because his daughter wanted to do them.

Can braid his daughters hair better than any of the other dads

Makes all their Halloween costumes by hand. Makes the whole family have a theme each year. His favorite was their Addam’s Family one. (Baby number three was made that night.) 

Dresses up as Spider-Man and fully commits to pretending to chase the monsters out from under the bed whenever the kids get scared. 

The kids first sleepover ever is at Aunt May’s house. Peter calls to check in on them every hour. 

He’s the first one to volunteer as a helper for any of their school field trips. 

Pre-teens:

Brings them on movie dates every week and takes them out for dinner afterwards. Each kid gets their own special week night with dad to make sure that he stays a trusted person in their lives.

His kids are never afraid to tell him anything. 

When they go through a period of being bullied, Peter let’s them skip school and sleep in. Then he puts on their favorite music and forces them to have a dance party with him until they’re laughing again. 

His son loves the Percy Jackson book series so Peter reads them all too. That way he can have conversations with his son that speak to his interests. 

Peter often brings flowers home for his partner. His daughter mentions how pretty the flowers are one day. Peter then makes sure to bring her home a bouquet every time too. 

Teaches his kids how to skateboard. 

Teenagers:

When they’re too stressed out with all their high school classes, Peter will sneakily do their homework for them some nights. 

Spider-Man will watch over any first dates to make sure everyone is behaving themselves! 

Treats all their friends as if they’re his kids as well. Basically just adopts all the strays esp if they have crappy parents. 

Loves their emo phase. Listens to all their emo music. Knows the members of all the bands. 

He gets so excited when his daughter tells him that she’s into photography. Buys her a brand new camera. 

His daughter calls him drunk from a party one time. She says that her friends all got in the car to drive home but she knew better. He immediately goes to pick her up. Tells her how smart she was for calling him and brings her home safely. He takes care of her hangover the next day and waits until she’s recovered before talking to her about the dangers of drinking. He never yells at her. Never raises his voice. 

Will spend hours roaming the museum of natural history with his son.

Cheers the loudest at his daughter's volleyball games. She gets so embarrassed but he loves it. 

College:

Holds it together while dropping off. Lifts all the heavy stuff for everyone when rearranging the dorm room. Sobs the whole way home. 

Calls his kids every single night and insists they tell him all about their day.

If he doesn’t hear from them all day, he starts panicking and threatening to drive up to the college. His partner has to calm him down and remind him that they are adult now. They need a little space sometimes.

Peter doesn’t do well as an empty nester so he starts volunteering at a local youth group. He becomes a mentor to many young kids. He’s also conveniently absent on the one day Spider-Man comes to visit the kids. They excitedly tell him all about it the next day though while he sits there and smiles.  

That was fun! Give me more headcannons! 

[phantominzie]

I found it!! It takes a while to get to that point though so I'll put the chapter verbatim below for you to read without reading seven chapters. This isn't mine lol so I highly recommend you go give the full story a read when you get the chance <3

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/12849006/chapters/29341518

Virgil woke up feeling unrested and immediately felt panic. What was wrong? He couldn’t figure out what was wrong! What -

Breathe. He needed to breathe. In for four. Hold for seven. Out for eight.

After a few more minutes, Virgil had calmed himself down and started sifting through the past few days, trying to find a trigger for the sudden panic.

It took him over twenty minutes of laying in bed and staring at the ceiling to find the issue.

Reality had switched off. During the weekend, the reality switch flipped. Nothing felt real and he had been happy (well, relatively). There were no consequences. It almost felt like his past didn’t exist.

Monday, and reality had come back on. His skin itched from how much they’d touched him, yet he craved their touch once more. He wanted to see them every second of the day, yet he wanted to run away. Far away.

This wasn’t right. Nothing was right. Everything felt wrong and he didn’t know why or how to fix it.

The issue wasn’t that he didn’t care for his soulmates. That was far from true. No, Virgil cared too much for his soulmates. He was making himself vulnerable. They probably didn’t care for him as much as he did them, if they cared at all. They were going to end up hurting him. Then he’d end up lashing out and hurting them back. And that was the last thing he wanted.

Maybe he should do what he had been planning to do since the beginning. Distance himself. Remove himself from the equation. It was better off this way. He couldn’t hurt anyone and they couldn’t hurt him.

So Virgil worked his best to distance himself, but it was hard .

Roman would meet him outside the honors dorm and insist on walking him to class. Patton would beg and beg for them to meet for meals until Virgil relented and ate with them. Logan would somehow find him in the library (seriously, it was like the guy lived in there) and propose some group study sessions.

He couldn’t escape.

After a month of this, Virgil finally managed to avoid them all for a week. He spent it mostly in his room, sneaking out at strange hours because they’d all figured out his schedule.

They texted. They called. They wrote on their skin.

Virgil ignored it all, tried to play it off like classes had picked up. He was just busy. That’s all it was. He was just busy.

He thought it was working.

Until Patton finally caught him outside the honors dorm on the way back from class.

“Hey, Virgil!” He chirped. “Working hard or hardly working?” He giggled.

“Uh, hey, Patton….”

“So! My grandma is coming in for dinner tonight again and I wanted you and everyone else to join us!”

“Oh, um, I dunno, Patton. I, uh, I’ve got a lot of homework and--” Virgil stammered out, but cut himself off.

Patton’s puppy eyes. Anything but that.

“I-I guess I can take a break for tonight.”

“Great! Meet us in the west parking garage at five!”

Patton gave him a quick hug that left Virgil feeling very conflicted, then skipped off.

Virgil sighed and walked into the dorm, planning to change into something more appropriate to meet a grandmother in. Ripped, black skinny jeans, a band t-shirt, and a torn up hoodie? Not gonna cut it this time.

Virgil jogged toward the parking garage. He was late. Again . He would do them a favor by disappearing.

Patton, Logan, and Roman were all standing around an old, beat up minivan that couldn’t have been from later than 2003.

“ This is your car?” Virgil asked hesitantly. He didn’t know if he trusted something that looked like that .

Patton smiled, unoffended. “She’s more reliable than she looks. Hop in!”

So they piled in, Roman in shotgun and Logan and Virgil behind them. Virgil didn’t speak for the entire ride. Patton and Roman chattered the whole way. Logan said very little, but Virgil could feel the man staring at him for the duration of the ride.

They arrived at a small diner, about a 25 minute drive from the campus. It was small, obviously family-owned. Patton led them inside cheerily, walking in as if he was right at home. He greeted some of the staff by name, leading them to a large horseshoe booth right by the window. It had a beautiful view of the nearby park though the window.

And older woman was already sitting at the booth, and stood as they approached.

“Patton, sweetheart!” She said, pulling Patton into an embrace.

“Gram!” He hugged her back tightly.

“And these,” she said, turning to the rest of them with a large smile, “must be those lovely soulmates of yours.”

“Hello, Ms. Sanders, I am-” Roman started respectfully, but was cut off by Patton’s grandmother.

“No, don’t tell me. I want to guess.” She carefully inspected each of them.

“You,” she said, pointing to Logan, “are the smart one. Lo, I believe.”

“Yes,” Logan replied, adjusting his glasses. “I am Logan.”

“Nice to meet you, sweetheart.”

She examined Roman and Virgil. Roman puffed out his chest. Virgil shrank in on himself.

“You’re the actor, Ro.” She said, gesturing to Roman.

Roman smiled. “Yes, ma’am, Roman”

“Which makes you the mysterious one,” she said, putting a gentle hand on Virgil’s shoulder. “V.”

“Uh, y-yeah. That’s me.:

Logan rolled his eyes. “Yes, he’s Virgil.”

Mrs. Sanders smiled and gestured for them to pile into the booth before her. “With my hips, it’s much too hard to scoot in there.” She explained, sitting on the end.

A waitress came around and took their orders. Virgil made certain to order the cheapest thing on the menu. Then, Mrs. Sanders laid her hands on the table and looked at them all.

“Let me lay down the law, here,” she said, making Virgil even more nervous. “No more of this ‘Mrs. Sanders’ or ‘ma’am’ nonsense. You either call me Gram or Delilah.”

Logan and Roman both voiced their agreement. Virgil gave a small nod.

Logan shot another look in his direction. Virgil shifted uncomfortably. What was with him tonight?

They chatted about meaningless things for a few minutes, Patton looking anxious all the while. He seemed to tense up as he finally asked what was on his mind.

“So, Gram, how was the drive up here?”

Delilah rolled her eyes. “Honestly, Patton, you really worry too much. My feet my be numb, but I can drive and walk just fine!”

“Gram, it’s not safe !”

“Um,” Roman said, lifting a finger, “I don’t mean to interrupt, but why are your feet numb?”

Delilah gave a smile. Patton stared at the table and shifted uncomfortably.

“It’s a side effect of the chemo.”

The table went still, all staring at her in shock.

She didn’t look sick.

“I’m sorry,” Logan said, looking down and adjusting his glasses. “Did you say chemo ?”

Her eyes softened. “Yes. I was diagnosed with stage four breast cancer a little over two years ago. Nearly died for a while there!” Delilah laughed, as if was no big deal.

Patton was completely still. In all the time Virgil had known him (which, granted, wasn’t long), he had never been still. He was always moving or bouncing or tapping. He had too much energy. Now, it was as if he was a statue.

Virgil had no clue what to do or how to react. Luckily, their meals arrived and cut through the tense moment. They moved on and didn’t acknowledge it again.

The meal passed well enough, but Virgil could tell something was up with Logan. He kept glaring at Virgil out of the corner of his eye, rolling his eyes or making harmful quips whenever Virgil managed to speak. He seemed to snap a few times at Roman and Patton, but none of those were as fiery as the ones directed at Virgil.

By the end of dinner, everyone was tense and on edge. It was obvious that even Delilah had picked up on it and was uncomfortable, yet was too polite to butt into whatever was going on between all of them.

She insisted on paying the bill herself, despite everyone’s protests. It made Virgil even happier that he had ordered the cheapest meal.

She gave Patton a kiss on the cheek before waving them out, saying, “I think you boys have a few things you need to talk over.”

The car ride back to campus was tense. Quiet. Logan was glaring out the windshield. Patton’s knuckles were white from how hard he was gripping the steering wheel. Roman was shifting uncomfortably in his seat. Virgil was trembling in his own, dreading the upcoming confrontation.

What the hell was going on?

They pulled into the west parking garage at 8:43 pm. Virgil’s throat closed up. That was the beginning of the end.

“Why don’t we head to my room?” Patton asked, though it was more of a command. “It’s probably the closest from here, and my roommate is out.”

Patton turned off the car and left them with no choice but to follow him. He led them in silence to Juniper Hall, one of the regular dorms on the opposite side of campus from Virgil’s. He went into the elevator, forcing Virgil to follow, the enclosed space drawing the breath out of his lungs quicker than he could get it in. Luckily, Patton only lived on the third floor.

He held the door open for them all to enter his room before slamming it behind himself.

“Mind telling me what that was?” He asked, voice low, glancing between Virgil and Logan.

“I didn’t do anything!” Virgil exclaimed, his voice higher pitched and louder than normal due to panic. An ingrained response ever since he entered the system.

“Oh you didn’t, did you?” Logan said, turning on him.

Virgil flinched and took a step back. Logan followed, and Virgil did his best to stand his ground.

“No, actually, you’re right,” he said after a few moments. “I believe that’s an accurate description of your behavior.”

Virgil shot a look over to Patton and Roman, their faces blank. He looked back to Logan.

“W-what?”

“You see, Virgil ,” Logan said, beginning to pace the room, hands clasped at the small of his back, standing ramrod straight. “All of us have been trying to put effort into this relationship, even if it’s out of our comfort zone, yet you don’t seem to be making the same effort. In fact, if I didn’t know better, I’d say you’ve been trying to avoid us, seeing as this is the first time we’ve seen you in a week .”

Logan whipped around and quickly approached Virgil, causing him to trip over his own feet in an effort to back up. His back hit the wall, breath hitching. Logan advanced until he was inches from Virgil’s face.

“I - I -” Virgil tried to defend himself, but the words wouldn’t move past the lump in his throat. He was trembling violently.

Logan’s eyes were cold, hard, searching his own. The anger in them grew.

“Logan-” someone tried to speak up, but it sounded like it was miles away.

“I thought we were past this,” Logan growled. “I thought we were done with this dilemma. What is with you and running away?! And STOP SHAKING! ”

He slammed his fist into the wall, right next to Virgil’s head.

Virgil flinched to the side and gasped.

Patton and Roman were yelling now, too. Virgil couldn’t hear the words over the blood pounding in his ears.

The switch in his brain went from flight to fight. Blood boiled in his veins. He shoved Logan away, ignoring the shock on his face.

Logan was staring at his fist, face white as a sheet.

“Oh no. No, no, no no nonono-” He whispered.

“Fuck you,” Virgil hissed, before the anger boiled over. He started shouting. “I have anxiety, jackass! You don’t just ‘get over’ it! I probably have a shit ton of other issues, too! My life as been shit, and I don’t need dicks like you ,” he jabbed a finger at Logan, “making it worse!”

“Virgil, I’m-”

“No! You don’t get to talk! You’re done talking!

“Virgil, stop!” Roman grabbed Virgil’s arm.

He hadn’t even realized he’d started advancing on Logan, who still looked like he was going to be sick and staring at his hand. It was almost enough to shake him out of his blind anger.

Almost.

He wrenched his arm out of Roman’s grip. “And who the fuck are you to tell me what to do?”

“Virgil,” Patton’s voice was stern. “That is enough.”

“Fuck you!” Virgil yelled. “You’re siding with him?!” He flung out an arm to gesture at Logan.

“I’m not siding with anyone, I’m just--”

“Bullshit! You’re hiding behind other people’s opinions and a fake smile, just like usual! Why not be real for once in your life!”

Patton’s face was blank, his voice steely. “You want me to be real?”

Roman looked terrified, stuck in the middle of the three of them. “Guys, maybe we should just--”

“Shut up, Daddy’s Boy.” Virgil snarled.

Roman snapped his mouth shut. Clenched his jaw.

Patton moved slowly in front of Virgil. His face may have appeared calm, but his eyes were filled with rage. “I lost my moms when I was just a kid. My grandmother, my sole caretaker , has stage four cancer. It’s a miracle she’s even alive . Everything important is either taken from me or destroyed. I thought this would be the one good thing I could have. I guess I was wrong.”

It was like a slap in the face, like a bucket of cold water had been poured on his head. Virgil deflated.

“Well, I’m sorry to disappoint.” He said. He turned and walked out the door.

This time, no one followed.

Ppl should write virgil as the one who is in the wrong more often

[aures-fantasy-nook]

HP characters when their s/o is tired PT. 2

Marauders era minus peter bc i can’t write for him

requested by: @sarawatandtineswife

requests are open :)

Remus

okay well maybe the best here

will be the one to literally just send you to your dorm

gives you the notes and assignments you’ll need to make-up later

Comes back to check on you when he can

ff you're still feeling tired after resting like all day

he's slightly concerned

taking you to the infirmary

he's tight with the nurse

makes you hot chocolate

if it's around the full moon he's a little less doting than usual

Hes just slightly preoccupied with like being a werewolf or something idk

Honestly might not notice if its around a full moon

When he does notice

Will force you to rest with him

Just makes you sleep and cuddle all weekend

Reads to you when you’re both feeling better

Will deflect any teasing you get from the boys

Tbh tho they find it cute

#1 fans right there

#--#

Lily

Another good one tbh

Love her

If it’s during the day she’ll literally get you coffee

From where??

No one knows

She kind of dotes on you but like also

Not

Will make fun of you if you get caught sleeping in class

She does give you notes to use and help you with any missing assignments

Expects you to actually read the notes she gives you

And do most of the homework yourself

But she will help if you’re really confused

Or just need moral support!

Checks in on you pretty often during the day

Genuinely cares about your wellbeing

Early bedtime that night

Cuddles!!!

She probably reads you to sleep

Shes such a fucking sweetheart

#--#

Sirius

Lowkey oblivious

Its not horrible though

He notices after he made a comment you would usually laugh at

And you just kind of chuckle a little bit

At first he assumes that you’re mad at him

Initial panic

And then he looks over

Sees you like basically half asleep

He melts a little bit because you’re cute

But also

Hes gonna tease you

Cocky bastard

Will skip classes with you

Probably one of the most reckless ones tbh

Does not care about making up the assignments

If you’re super worried about what you’re missing he will ask Remus or even Lily to get notes for you if they are in your classes

Pulls popularity strings to get you the material

If you dont really care that much then hes not gonna care either

Snuggles you all day

Takes naps with you

Soft makeout sessions in between little naps

Will get you food if you want it

Aka he steals from remus’ chocolate stash

shhh

#--#

James

I feel like hes another shit head about it

Like not meaning to be mean

But he teases

And sometimes goes too far

Bc what are boundaries?

But like

Yeah

He sees you dozing off and hes poking your cheek or flicking your nose

He thinks you being sleepy is cute

He’ll never admit it though

Might pull some strings to get you out of class

Deffo gets you a pass from potions

Will do the potions homework for you because it takes him no time at all to do it

Might enlist in some outside help for other classes if you beg ask nicely

Makes you coffee with somesort of like caffeine potion in it if you don’t want to miss classes or something

Doesn't tell you that you probably won't be able to sleep for like 24 hours after drinking it tho//

Once you figure that out he just kind of gives you a sheepish smile and shit

fucker

#--#

Regulus

he’s sweet

so sweet about it

literally just melts when he sees your sleepy face

might slightly poke fun at you but like

not heavily or anything

he will tell you to go back to your dorm and he’ll handle your notes or anything

he’s very sweet

goes to check up on you when he can

or sends someone else to do it for him

he’s just nice

by the end of the day he brings you dinner and your notes and stuff and goes over everything with you

plans to help you catch up over the weekend

makes it like a study date

which honestly isn’t uncommon with him

he will stay with you overnight and make sure you sleep

also bc he wants to cuddle you

[willowfics]

every guitar string scar on my hand

pairing: eddie munson x reader

summary: eddie asks the reader to come to one of corroded coffin’s shows, then invites them to spend the night at his place.

a/n: hello, this is my first fic on this account and i’m very nervous and excited to be posting it as reader inserts and smut are both out of my usual wheelhouse, however i think this turned out alright and i hope you enjoy it!!

content: smut, afab!reader, gender-neutral language, sucking fingers, hand kink, ring kink, fingering, a bit of light choking.

Being friends with Eddie Munson was not an easy task.

Not because of his personality or anything. Sure, he could be loud, obnoxious, and frankly ridiculous at times, but those were all traits that drew you to him. No, the thing that made being his friend so hard was the fact that you were undoubtedly, horrendously attracted to him.

The big, brown eyes. The curly hair. Those tight, ripped jeans that hugged his body in a way that should be illegal. And his hands…His fingers were thick, and covered in rings, and sometimes when he touched you, the cool metal against your skin made something stir deep in the pit of your stomach. Something like desire.

You had only known Eddie for about a year, and he was one of the first people in Hawkins that you befriended, which didn’t do much for your social standing as the new kid. You didn’t care though. He always tried to include you in his D&D meetings, and you had begrudgingly agreed, only to find that it was actually pretty fun. And although he could be pretentious about his music taste, he often let you choose the music in his van.

On Friday, he approached you at your locker.

“I’m playing a show tonight, at The Hideout. You coming?” he asked, sparing no time on the pleasantries before getting to his point.

“Can’t. Homework,” you replied simply, digging in your backpack for your favorite pen. The one that wrote in smooth, black ink and never smudged. You just had it last period, where could it have gone?

Eddie leaned against the locker beside yours, giving you a pout. “It’s the weekend, come on! Your grades aren’t gonna suffer if you take one night off. If you come, you can spend the night so your parents don’t flip about curfew. Tell ‘em you’re with Robin.”

You looked up at him. “...I’ll think about it.”

Eddie’s lips curled into a grin. “Aw, I knew I’d win you over, sweetheart. Pick you up at seven?”

You rolled your eyes, giving his shoulder a shove. He easily caught your wrist in his hand, giving it a little squeeze before letting go, winking, and walking off.

You had already made up your mind. You were going to beg on bended knee for your parents to allow you out.

As the next few classes went by, you couldn’t stop thinking about it. The causal way he leaned against the lockers, his childish pout at being told no, his gleaming smile. The way his hand had wrapped around your wrist, the light reflecting off his rings, how strong his grip was without even trying. It was making it absolutely impossible to concentrate.

At the end of the school day, you made your way to the parking lot where Eddie’s van was parked. He had started driving you home because your house was on his way, and he claimed that it would be impolite if he didn’t offer his services. You had obviously accepted, because any time spent with Eddie was time well spent. Plus, it was more convenient. You only told him the second part, though.

As you climbed into the passenger’s seat, the car smelled like weed and his woody cologne as usual. He gave you a grin as you buckled your seatbelt and immediately begun searching through his collection of tapes, already knowing exactly what you wanted to play: Judas Priest.

“So, are you comin’ tonight or what?” he asked, pulling out of the parking lot.

“I still have to ask my parents,” you replied, popping the tape in and listening as Rob Halford’s voice spilled through the speakers. “But if they say yes, I’ll come.”

“Yes!” Eddie exclaimed, pumping his fist in the air.

You couldn’t help the fond quirk of your lips. “Both hands on the wheel, Munson.”

He obeyed. “You’re right, I can’t drive so recklessly with precious cargo,” he said.

You felt your cheeks heat at his comment, but refused to let your embarrassment show, turning to look out the window as if Hawkins was actually a scenic town and not a shithole. You could feel his gaze linger on you though, and fidgeted in your seat.

He pulled up in front of your house, and you grabbed your backpack and hopped out of the van, giving him a wave. “I’ll call you when I know if I can come.”

“See you at seven,” he replied, lingering outside until you were safely in the house.

After getting the okay for a “sleepover at Robin’s house” you immediately called Eddie and let him know, before digging through your clothes for something to wear. After settling on something comfortable and somewhat fitting for the punk atmosphere, you threw your toothbrush, some pajamas, and other necessities into a bag.

At seven on the dot, Eddie pulled up outside with his other band members in the back. He saved the passenger’s seat for you, though. What a gentleman.

“You look good,” was the first thing Eddie said

“Thanks,” you replied. ‘So do you,’ you didn’t say.

The drive to The Hideout was a quick one, and you bounced your leg nervously the whole time, half-listening to the banter between the guys in the back. When you all arrived, you tried to help them bring in their equipment and set up, but they refused your offers and told you to go inside. So, you did.

It was a small, seedy venue, and you hung close to the wall with your arms crossed, feeling slightly out of place, but not regretting your decision to attend. You were there to see Eddie, after all, and it would be worth it to support him.

Plus, his band didn’t suck, which was a bonus.

As Eddie and the guys filtered onto the stage, testing their amps and muttering amongst themselves, you slowly moved closer and closer to the stage until you were right in front.

Eddie caught your eye and grinned. You smiled back, giving him a wave.

The crowd was small, and yet the moment Eddie leaned into the mic, everyone’s attention was captured. Some of them were friends, some of them were strangers, but everyone was enthralled by Eddie’s energy as he addressed them, including you.

The first song was heavy, and had most of the crowd jumping, head-banging, and whooping during instrumental moments. You allowed your head to nod, your body to sway, but it was a subtle, calm movement that didn’t quite fit the music.

The whole show, you could feel yourself staring. You wondered if he noticed, or if your gaze blended with all the other eyes on him. You listened to his voice, the raspy quality to it as he sang. You watched the way his tongue poked between his lips in concentration as he played. Mostly, you watched his hands. The way his fingers played each chord, strummed out every riff. The way his rings were shining in the lights, you imagined what his hands on your skin would feel like…Those calloused fingers, rough palms, the way those rings would dig into your skin, the metal a shocking cold compared to his warm skin.

You thought about those hands wrapping around your throat, squeezing gently. Unbuttoning your jeans and pulling them down your thighs with no patience. Slipping inside of you, that skull ring he wore bumping against your clit and sending shockwaves through you.

The sound of clapping interrupted your thoughts; the set had ended, and you applauded like everyone else, although your mind was still a million miles away.

“Thank you guys so much for coming out tonight,” Eddie said into the microphone, a smile spread across his face, showing his dimples. “We’re Corroded Coffin.”

You gave a little cheer, and locked eyes with Eddie. His smile widened. Your heart fluttered.

As the band packed up their things and the audience trickled out, you stayed put, fidgeting on the spot as you not-so-patiently awaited them to be finished. Eddie packed up his guitar and hopped off of the small lip of the stage, coming towards you with open arms.

You giggled and opened your arms as well, pulling him in for a hug and ruffling his curls.

“You were amazing,” you said.

“Thanks,” Eddie replied, looking almost shy at the compliment. “You ready to go?”

You nodded, and off you went. He dropped off each member of the band, one by one, before heading in the direction of his trailer.

“Thank you for coming,” he said to fill the quiet, the radio’s volume not blasting for once.

“Of course,” you replied. “It was cool.”

He smiled, drumming his fingers against the steering wheel, almost nervous. Those fucking hands, always distracting you. “It uh, it meant a lot. To me. You know, I, um…” he trailed off as the van crept down the side streets.

You had never seen Eddie Munson speechless before. As he pulled up in front of the trailer, he parked but didn’t shut off the engine yet. 

“I really fuckin’ like you, if it wasn’t already obvious,” he spit out after a moment, turning his body towards you. “Like, a lot. And like, it’s okay if you don’t feel the same, I can bring you home right now if you want, but like, I had to get it off my chest, or I—”

“Eddie?”

“Yeah?”

“Shut the fuck up,” you said, feeling breathless, and leaned over the center console to press your lips against his. He let out a muffled sound of surprise before kissing you back, his hands coming to cup the sides of your face, his thumb tracing along your jaw.

You kissed until you were both breathless, pulling away only when the need to breathe became too strong.

“Inside?” Eddie panted.

You nodded fervently, grabbing your backpack and flinging open your door, and he turned the car off and got out as well, heading to the door of the trailer, waiting for you to catch up with him so he could hold it open.

“After you,” he said with a little bow.

You laughed, going inside and silently thanking the universe that Wade worked the night shift, giving you and Eddie some proper alone time. You immediately headed back to his room, kicking off your shoes and flopping back on his bed, grinning like mad as he followed suit, untying the laces to his boots and taking off his denim vest before crawling onto the bed beside you.

“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that,” he said.

“Trust me, I know,” you replied.

He reached out to stroke your cheek, fingers delicately brushing your skin, and it made goosebumps spread over your body.

His hands were so perfect. His fingertips each had still-fresh marks from the strings of his guitar, but it wasn’t a new indentation. It was clearly much older, a now permanent sign of all the time he had spent practicing, plucking at those strings, teaching himself chords and humming potential songs for the band to play.

You weren’t sure what came over you at that moment, but before you could think rationally, you turned your head and took the tip of his thumb between your lips, meeting his eye as you did so.

Somehow, those wide eyes grew even wider as you did that, his breath catching. “So that’s how it’s gonna be, huh? Always thought you’d be a fuckin’ tease,” he said, voice low. “I was gonna be a gentleman, hold off ‘til the second date, but you started it, babe.”

With that, he pushed his thumb further into your mouth, cradling the side of your face. “So good for me,” he said, nearly a whisper. “I can put these things to better use, though.”

He dragged his nails down the side of your neck, making you shiver, a gasp pulled from your lips at the ticklish sensation. Slowly, he pulled his hand back, and you made sure to tease, giving the tip of his finger a little lick, smirking at the way his face had flushed.

“Tease,” he repeated his earlier accusation, before his right hand came to rest against your throat, gentle at first. “This okay? I’ll be gentle.”

You nodded, tilting your chin up to reveal more of your neck, a wordless invitation to do what he pleased.

The other hand had wandered lower, fiddling with the waist of your pants. You took the hint and quickly began to wriggle yourself out of them, and he did his best to help despite the awkward position. Once those were on the floor, he looked at you for approval once again.

“Please touch me,” you said.

“Gladly,” he replied, brushing his fingers along your pussy through your underwear, the garment doing little to dull the wave of pleasure that shot through you at the feeling. A small whimper left your lips. The hand on your throat remained gentle, but he pressed the tips of his fingers against the sides, not quite enough to restrict your breathing, just enough to make you squirm nervously.

He chuckled as he felt the damp fabric. “God, you’re already so fuckin’ wet. So hot for me.”

You moaned softly, bucking your hips to grind yourself against his touch.

“And so impatient, too,” he added. “You want me to put these inside you, huh?”

You nodded.

“I wanna hear you say it, baby.”

“Yes, please.”

“Please what?”

You let out a whine. “Please finger me. Wanna feel you inside…”

“There we go, that wasn’t so hard, was it?” he asked, before tugging your underwear to the side and out of his way, brushing the tips of his fingers along your pussy, feeling the wetness, before he fingers clumsily searched for your clit for a moment before finding it, touching it almost feather-light.

A half-gasp, half-moan burst from your lips, and the hand that rested at your neck tightened the grip momentarily, before dragging down your body; in between your collarbones, between your breasts, down your belly. While one hand lazily rubbed circles on your clit, the other pushed a single finger into your hole, making you cry out.

“This good?” he asked.

“Fuck yes, don’t stop.”

“Alright, noted.”

You would have laughed if your brain wasn’t so frazzled. How was he so fucking good at this? It was like he already knew your body, as if he knew exactly what you wanted.

After a moment, he pushed a second finger in, making you groan, head tipping back against the mattress in ecstasy. He applied a bit more pressure to your clit, not enough to hurt but certainly enough to make your body spasm pleasantly.

He seemed amused by your reaction, plunging his fingers deeper inside of you.

“Oh, fuck,” you gasped.

“Feel good, baby?”

“So good,” you replied, reaching out one hand to grab hold of his shoulder, desperate for something to hold onto, to steady yourself. Otherwise, it felt as though you would float away.

“Can I add another finger, you think?”

You didn’t need to think about your answer. “Yes.”

And so, that was exactly what he did, carefully inserting a third finger inside of you, working his way deeper, clearly searching for a particular spot. The stretch of his fingers filled you nicely, and it only took a moment for him to find that spot, making your body writhe.

“You gonna come for me, angel?” he asked.

You nodded, a sob of pleasure ringing through his room.

“So fuckin’ hot, baby. All desperate for me…”

The stimulation to your clit and g-spot at the same time, plus his words, quickly pushed you over the edge, and you came, crying out his name.

Slowly, Eddie slipped his fingers out of you, and you watched as he brought his fingers to his own mouth, licking up the mess you had made. “You taste so good,” he said. “Next time, I’ll have to use my mouth.”

Next time? Oh, you were glad he wanted there to be a next time. “That sounds like a plan,” you said, voice wobbling.

“Was that good?” he asked. “Have fun?”

“Are you kidding?” you replied, propping yourself up on your elbows. “That was the best orgasm I’ve ever had.”

He grinned, clearly preening under the praise. “Good. I’d love to beat my own record sometime.”

“Sure, but maybe in the morning,” you said, smiling.

Then, the two of you went about normal, almost domestic nightly tasks. Brushing your teeth together, changing into pajamas. As you crawled under the covers beside him, Eddie started taking his rings off and placing them on his bedside table, but paused after removing the last one, like he was considering something.

Before you could ask what he was thinking about, he reached out and took your hand gently in his own, and slipped the ring onto your middle finger.

“Obviously it’s not a proposal or anything,” he said. “But since you seem to like ‘em so much, why not wear one to show that you’re mine?”

“Sounds like a plan,” you replied.

As the two of you drifted off to sleep, you couldn’t help but feel lucky. Being friends with Eddie had been hard, but only because you were afraid to risk that friendship with your stupid crush. How lucky you were to find out that actually being with Eddie wasn’t hard at all.

[yanderechuu]

Short-winded

yandere!Class 1A x fem!reader

[3K]

Summary: You are being forced out of your shell by your classmates, but now it seems more for their on benefit than that of your own.

Warning: anxiety, stalking

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For someone who resented public attention, it came with shock when you announced you had wanted to become a hero.

You were the definition of social anxiety, often finding solace within the four corners of your room, and if not, then the kitchen of your house would do. So the worst form of betrayal your guardian could ever do to you was to send you off to U.A. dorms, practically miles away from the comfort of your own home. In the worst attempt to guilt-trip them, you claimed they were disowning you; still, they were adamant of the opportunity that you’d ease on socializing. 

What you didn’t know was that your guardian had warned your homeroom teacher of your current ‘predicament’ (they’d call it a predicament; you’d call it your own nature), and requested if possible that you’d be compelled to engage in social interaction until you were comfortable with it. Aizawa agreed, seeing to it that if your own guardian personally addressed it to him, then it must really be a matter not to be taken lightly of. He had seen your tendencies, too - like when you would be called out for recitation, always having the answer at the tip of your tongue, wanting to roll it out so you could sit down. In the end, you would never find the courage to respond, and your classmates would assume that you didn’t know the answer to the question, while only you and your teacher would know otherwise. You were silent about your opinions during group hero training, only ever abiding whatever your classmates’ plans were, despite the little hiccups and uncertainties you would recognize in secret (but they were rare, anyway, as most of the time you only heeded those of Bakugou’s or Midoriya’s or Yaoyorozu’s).

Only when your guardian had approached him did Aizawa come to realize that, oh, he had never really heard you speak. Now that he thought about it, what did your voice sound like? The last time he heard it was when you had asked an incoherent query after homeroom lessons regarding hero laws. He had asked you to repeat it again, and again, and again, until when he had said, “sorry?” you bore this flushed, troubled look, raising your hands in front of you and waving them, exclaiming, “n-nothing, never mind. Sorry.”

He never understood what you were supposed to say, that was until he rectified the short essay quizzes held by the end of the period, where you got less than half percent correct. You had a different perspective of the hero law discussed, and Aizawa was willing to bet that your attempted question was about the lesson prior. Ever since then he took it as a habit to ask if you - specifically - had any questions regarding homeroom discussions. You would cower in embarrassment, knowing that the root of his habit came from when you had asked him something he couldn’t even hear, nevertheless you found it in yourself to respond by nodding. At least now you didn’t have to muster up the courage to approach him since he would approach you instead. 

Anyway, it was already much apparent to him that you had a dilemma with your social life (if you ever even had one), and so he addressed this to the class once when you were called to the faculty to ‘discuss’ things with Present Mic, your English teacher (Aizawa just told him to keep you busy as he spoke to his class).

Most expressed their concern, especially when he said that this could affect your hero affiliation in times of inevitable joint cooperation or recruiting of sidekicks and whatnot. It was not necessarily their responsibility, Aizawa expounded, but if possible, then they should get you to interact with them as much. Mina was most resolved in getting to befriend someone like you, a little bit ahead of Izuku, who wanted to befriend you partly due to his curiosity of your quirk. The rest thought of this as a casual ordeal, and a few saw to it as a bothersome matter that could be handled by the social butterflies of the class. 

Well.

Being approached by Izuku and his friends was the least of your expectations when recess began. Usually, you’d prepare your own lunch to prevent having to go to the crowded place, and eat in peace inside the classroom with Aoyama who normally paid you no mind. He would give you a cheese or two, but it was nothing that you couldn’t deal with. Besides, the cheese actually tasted delicious. 

Izuku insisted you come with them to the cafeteria, and when you gave him only an anxious and weirded-out look, Uraraka saved you both from awkwardness by pushing you out of the classroom door - to which her touch you quivered at. In the corridors, Iida gave a lecture about how being with friends helped with your general health - you didn’t know whatever the hell he meant by that, because you weren’t even friends with them. Shoto kept giving you glances from time to time, and when you both met eyes, you were the first to break contact; he found himself smiling lightly in amusement. You ransacked your brain for excuses to avoid being around them, but before you knew it, you were urged to sit down on their usual table, where also Jirou, Momo, and Hagakure sat. You were on the corner of the table - across Izuku and beside Uraraka - overwhelmed and irate by the abrupt proceeding of things. This was coercion - they didn’t even ask if you were okay with it - and, quite frankly, a burst of your own personal bubble. You wanted out, but how could you, when you couldn’t even find it in yourself to stand up?

Their conversations were sundry; in any of them, you engaged in none. Even Shoto was more participative than normal in attempts to get you along. It was then when they realized they had not a single information about you. Hagakure didn’t even know your first name, as Aizawa only ever called you by your last, and when the rest of your classmates clarified it was ‘(y/n),’ she complimented it, as if it would help you be at ease around them.

“Oh, what a pretty name!” She exclaimed. “It kind of fits well with... (n/n)[nickname]. Can I call you (n/n)-chan? Like Tsuyu-chan!”

“...well,” you voiced out in the most minimal volume, and their happiness upon hearing your voice was sickeningly evident. You sighed, “sure.”

Even Iida dedicated himself to calling you that. That was okay, you thought, because it wasn’t like you would be spending almost all the time with them. Right; this was a one time thing. Never gonna happen again. You’d commit unalive before it could. 

But you didn’t commit fast enough.

By the time dismissal came you rushed out of the classroom and to the restroom to avoid meeting with Izuku and his friends just in case they also had plans on robbing you of your personal time in dismissal. You went to a restroom that was not on the floor level of class 1A - you were sure your female classmates would spend minutes upon minutes in there - and waited for thirty minutes. You literally counted 1,800 seconds in your mind as it was the only way to withhold the bubbling anxiety inside you without looking like an oddball, doing box-breathing techniques alone and all that - though some students from different classes were wondering why you remained on your spot in that restroom. 

Upon mentally saying the last second, you dashed out of the restroom and to the school building entrance, passing by your homeroom teacher on the way but not bothering to spare him a greeting. You hoped he would assume you just did not see him as you were brisk-walking. He would later on probably ask why you were still in school thirty minutes past dismissal.

U.A. dorms came to view and never had a bigger wave of relief washed over you. Today had been a hectic day, and you congratulated yourself for enduring the school hours that included socializing; perhaps you deserved a reward after all this. There was a quaint café a couple of minutes away from U.A., beside a convenience store; maybe you should try the sweets there on the weekend. No one knew about it, as it did not look like one, but that was why you decided to try it out. Small, tranquil, and picturesque - exactly what you needed.

Quietly, you opened the entrance door, and slipped in headfirst to see if you could go inside undetected. Unfortunately for you, you came in unexpected eye contact with Denki.

“(Y/n), hey!” He called from the dining area, smiling brightly. That was weird; you didn’t remember being first-name bases with him, and were disarrayed with the fact that he just greeted you when he normally wouldn’t. “Where’d you come from that you returned this late?”

“U-um, uh,” you looked down, “I... walked slowly...”

“Well you sure took your time. C’mere, Bakugou’s cooking.”

“I’m only doing it ‘cause you won’t shut up unless I do it, damn Pikachu!” Yelled the cook. 

This time, you just had to refuse. “N-no thanks, I’m... I’m busy.”

Just as you proceeded to stroll your way to your room, you came into an abrupt halt by Kirishima, who was sitting on the common room, waiting for Bakugou’s cooking.

“Busy with what?”

“Huh?”

“We have no homework given for the weekend.” He explained, looking at you from over the sofa. “So... what’s keeping you busy?”

At this point, not only was he the one to stare at you, but so were Denki and Bakugou, who skeptically raised a brow in anticipation of your answer; in anticipation of your presence in the common room, as if he was expecting that you’d try out his cooking, too. Shoto and Izuku ended their conversation at once upon seeing you by the dorm elevator, halted and wide-eyed, like a deer caught on headlights.

For your small, silent, anxiety-stricken self, this was too much.

“C-can you...” you pleaded, voice scarcely above a whisper, “can you not...”

You wanted to voice out if they could stop looking at you like that - surely they could, couldn’t they? You felt supremely inferior to their stares and it didn’t help that most of them were deemed a few of the strongest in the class. It felt like they were going to use their quirk on you and, against them, your quirk was rendered futile.

You ran to the opposite hallway, opting to walk the set of stairs to your dorm level in lieu of using the elevator. You heard Kirishima’s yell of your name - “(y/n), wait!” - but made no attempt to slow down for him to catch up to you. He didn’t follow you, anyway, only abruptly standing from the cushion when you made a run for it along the hall, then falling back down in defeat, with a sigh escaping his lips.

“Man, she’s like Amajiki-senpai but kind of worse.”

“Well?” Denki queried. “Aren’t you gonna go after her?”

“I want to, but I feel like she’ll just... ignore me.”

Denki sighed. “And you say you’re a man.”

“Hey, I am!” He slumped on the couch. “I just know the right timing, which isn’t now. Probably later, or when Mina’s around. Maybe she’s more comfortable with girls.”

That was a funny joke, because your anxiety doesn’t discriminate, and you were uncomfortable around boys and girls and nonbinaries and basically everyone and everything in and beyond the gender spectrum either way. 

You didn’t think of going out to fill your stomach before going to sleep, fearing the tension between you and your classmates who had witness the small encounter prior. By the time evening came, though, a knock was heard on your room’s entrance. You opened it begrudgingly, and in front of you appeared the face of the pinkette. Beside her was Kirishima.

“Hi, (y/n)!” Mina exclaimed brightly, much like how Denki had a few hours ago. “I know you haven’t eaten dinner yet. Come on!”

You were about to decline such a generous offer, but just then, your stomach churned in agreement against your will.

“...fine.”

As you three walked the corridor towards the stairs, Kirishima sauntered beside your form.

“Hey, uh, sorry about a while ago. I knew you weren’t comfortable with us but I still persisted with asking.”

He appeared to be genuinely sincere with the apology, with his palm on the back of his neck and eyes averting to everywhere but you, and the faint red on his cheek made him look less intimidating.

“It’s... it’s fine, you know.” Again, your voice was practically just an exhale. You turned the other way. “I’m sorry for running away like that. It was rude.”

Because of your consideration to apologize on your behalf, he found the confidence to grin at you without guilt. “It’s completely fine! At least now we’re on good terms, yeah?”

“Mm.”

This interaction didn’t stop you from preferring to be alone in your room. But you were hungry, and your stomach wasn’t relenting. As you sat on the corner of the sofa in the common room, Sero, with a grin, handed you your plate of [favorite dish].

“It’s your favorite food, right? Bakugou insisted to make it just for you.”

You slightly smiled at the thoughtfulness.

Then your face dropped in shock.

And so did the others’.

You blinked once, twice, then slowly looked at him in unnerved suspicion. “How did you know?”

“You sound like a stalker, Sero!” Denki whined abhorrently. “Freaking creep. Trust me, (y/n), it’s just that we noticed you always pack that for lunch. I got to say, though, I don’t blame you for liking [favorite dish].” He took a piece from your plate.

Alright, that sounded reasonable. Anything to keep you from the aching paranoia that they were actually watching what you did.

“And here I was trying to start things pleasant with (y/n).” Sero dramatically heaved, though somehow he still exuded this chilling vibe. It barely helped you with having to be around all these social butterflies. 

From the other side of the common room were Momo, Jirou, and Hagakure, who played with a bunny borrowed from Koda. It didn’t help you at all that they spotted you from your place in the sofa. 

“(N/n)-chan!” Along with your gaze, the rest of your classmates with you looked at them. “Wanna hold Koda’s pet rabbit? Right here!”

“No!” Yelled Mina right beside you, bringing a faint ring to your ears. You weren’t used to noise, having been always keeping to yourself. She brought you into a tight side embrace, and although she felt you tense under her hold, she ignored it for the sake of saying, “(y/n)’s staying here.”

“Unfair! You’ve had your share of time with her,” what? There was a planned time of when you were supposed to hang out with one group and the other? “now it’s our turn!”

“Please, you’ve had your time during recess! The rest of the night, she spends it with us.” Mina explained, nodding in agreement to herself. Her friends within her clique seemed to like the idea. Oh no. You did not want to spend the rest of your night with people you barely even knew. What would they do to you? Why were they being so revoltingly clingy all of a sudden? 

Again, you wanted out, pleading yourself to convene the courage to say that- 

“No, I don’t want to hang out with you, I just want to go back to the solace of my own room, just watch or read or sleep or anything else that won’t have anything to do with socializing with you all!”

Unfortunately, that was all just in your head.

“I don’t mean to intervene personally, but,” Momo started, promptly leaving her cup of tea on the table, “during recess, she talked mostly to Midoriya and Uraraka. I think it’s about time I get to be with her.”

“But I didn’t get to be with her at all.” Sero counterargued. “Therefore, she’s staying right here.”

Jirou derided, “As if she wants to get along with you. (Y/n), you wanna pet this rabbit or not?”

“Don’t bribe her with something that isn’t even yours!” Exclaimed Kirishima.

“Well, is she yours?”

“N-not at all, but neither is she yours!”

“(N/n)-chan, come here, pretty please?”

“I’m telling you! She's already comfortable here. See? All snug and comfy in my arms.”

“You’re not giving her a chance to decide where she wants to be!”

“Shut the hell up, you damn extras.” Bakugou’s voice, albeit neither soft nor strong in volume, was the loudest of them all. His presence was also the strongest and most intimidating, and you were unable to suppress the reflex to recoil when he leaned on you from behind the sofa, breathing practically against your neck. “(Y/n) stays here.”

The decision was determined from then on. Frustration was prominent on Momo and Jirou’s countenances, and Hagakure was silent for the rest of the night, going back to Koda’s room in order to return his pet rabbit. Mina moved you to the center of the couch so Bakugou could sit on your other side, and when he did, you felt the strong radiance of heatwaves from his body. He would be a perfect cuddler for the winter season. It always felt too cold or too hot whenever you were with people, but you refused to make a personal heater out of him.

“Alright!” From beneath you where he sat, Denki exclaimed. “Who’s up for a horror movie?”

It was not like you had much of a choice, anyway. Whether you loved it or not, a horror movie was being played in the common room’s television, and you had to sit throughout the whole two hours of it with all of Bakugou’s squad hovering around you. You weren’t sure what was scarier; the film, or the fact that discourse broke just a few minutes ago regarding whom you were ending up with. But if anything, you’d rather watch this alone than with these outlandish people claiming to be your friends and acting as if they didn’t ignore you and tend to their own business just yesterday.

[jimblejamblewritings]

little situation | part 14.

Summary: For years, HYDRA had been trying to use the samples of Steve’s DNA to make another super-soldier. They finally succeed and when S.H.I.E.L.D. breaks her out, Cap is forced to come face to face with his kid and figure out parenting on an Avengers’ lifestyle.

Warnings: maybe potential childhood trauma but nothing really

Pairing: Steve Rogers x blackdaughter!reader, avengers x child!reader, peter parker x black!reader

Word Count: 3.7k

Previous Part | (Series Masterlist) 

“Aunt May! I brought over someone else besides Ned, I hope it’s alright,” Peter called into his apartment.

“It’s probably not as big as the compound but it’s home.”

“I lived in a cell for a good chunk of my life, nothing’s too small.”

You didn’t want Peter to feel like just because you came from the Avengers’ lifestyle that you were some stuck up.

“Oh, of course, Peter. That’s fin— Oh, hello, you’re a girl.” Aunt May came from around the corner making Peter groan again.

“Hi, I’m Sarah Rogers. It’s nice to meet you Ms. Parker.”

“Please, just call me May… Sarah Rogers? As in—”

“Yes, May! We’re just going to hang out in my room until her ride gets here,” Peter cut her off.

While Peter pushed you and Ned towards his room, he caught the look of May.

“She’s cute,” May mouthed.

“Friend. I just met her.”

“I’m just saying.”

May and Peter communicated in various facial expressions and mouthing words until he couldn’t see May anymore and you, he, and Ned were down the hall. There was nothing better to do while you waited but homework. Peter let you take the desk chair while he and Ned sat on the bottom bunk of his bed.

“Do you two mind if I put on music? I work better with music,” you looked up from the math textbook.

Ned and Peter shrugged.

“What do you listen to?”

“Honestly our house listens to a lot of jazz. Two out of four of us are from World War II.”

“Well, at least it won’t be distracting.”

You turned up the music on your phone and set it down on the desk while the three of you kept working. Once you finished, you checked your phone and still didn’t see any text from Happy or Tony. You watched Ned and Peter until they finished doing their own work.

“So…”

You didn’t know what to say. You never had friends your age before. Plus, Peter and Ned seemed so close that you weren’t sure if you would impose by saying the wrong thing. The two boys looked over at you and suddenly you felt the rest of Peter’s room was more interesting.

“Is that a Rubik’s Cube?”

You walked over to the drawer that it was laying on top of about to grab it when you stopped.

“Oh, can I?”

“Yeah, go ahead.”

You grabbed it and returned back to the desk chair. Fingers moving at rapid speed, you listened to Ned and Peter talk. You held up a solved Rubik’s Cube in accomplishment.

“You’ve heard us talk all week, what about you?” Ned asked.

“What about me?”

“Who is Sarah Rogers?” Ned asked all serious that made you laugh. You threw him the Rubik’s Cube and spun in the chair before stopping, facing them again.

“Hmmm. Sarah Rogers. Um, I’m a super-soldier baby, deaf, colorblind but only with blue and purple. Engineering is one of my favorite academics. Favorite color is (f/c), I love Disney. Oh, I like to draw… I can teach you how to snap a man’s neck?”

“Awesome,” both boys said at the same time.

“Yeah?” You felt the corners of your mouth lift up. “So what exactly are these lego sets we’re doing this weekend?”

Ned began to go into a tirade about them and how he and Peter save up to buy sets. You were amazed to find out how expensive they could be. Peter pulled out a few of the sets that were kept at his house. Most were kept at Ned’s since he had more space.

“We were gonna get a new set for Sunday, we just finished saving up for another one. You wanna pick?”

“Oh, I don’t know. You guys saved up a lot… I don’t want to pick one you don’t like.”

“That’s the beauty, the goal’s to build them all at some point.”

Peter pulled up the sets in their price range and called you over. They scooted over so you could sit on the bed and flip through. You bit your lip nervously as your eyes landed on the one you wanted.

“Which one?” Peter pulled his phone out of your head. “Steamboat Willie? You really do like Disney.”

“We don’t have to go with that one. I’ll pi—”

“Looks cool enough,” Ned said as he peered over Peter’s shoulder. “I’ll pick it up. Just text us when you want to come over on Sunday and I’ll bring it.”

“Knock, knock,” Aunt May said as she stood in the doorway. “Sarah? A Happy is here for you.”

“Happy! Thank you for letting me come over, May.”

“No problem sweetie, anytime really.”

You turned to your new friends.

“I like hanging out with you two. I’ll see you Sunday. Catch you later, Ned, Peter Parker.”

You greeted Happy at the door. He was holding an apology burger and milkshake courtesy of Tony. You gave a final wave goodbye and left with the big bodyguard for the drive back to the compound.  

~~

You wished Steve was here but he was still on a mission. Bucky and Natasha had come back from their separate mission so they were accompanying you along with Tony and Sharon who was now S.H.I.E.L.D’s plug with the CIA. Everyone wanted to wait till Steve got back but the UN wasn’t having it. S.H.I.E.L.D. had a sneaking suspicion that they were up to something and this was just the start but there wasn’t much they could do.

“Why do I have to straighten my hair?” You asked as you sat in the salon chair while on the phone with Sam and Steve.

“I don’t know, the PR team said it was best you do.” Steve shrugged and looked at Sam.

“It makes you seem more ‘presentable’ is what they want to say.”

“Presentable?”

“They think our hair’s not suitable for the workplace. A lot of those country leaders and diplomats at your UN meeting aren’t black. PR wants you to appeal to the masses, you’ve already got the blonde hair America’s darling thing going. They want to place you as close to whiteness and Steve as they can… yeah, I know. Unfair, sweetheart, I know.”

You frowned but continued to let the salon lady straighten your hair. You appreciated that Sam was always blunt with things you and Steve didn’t understand. He truly was there for the two of you.

“Dheaidí, can you braid my hair when you get home? Like the ones that Howard girl did?”

“Um, I can try, Babydoll.”

Sam chuckled already knowing the gears turning in Steve’s head as he tried to figure out how many tutorials it would take him to figure it out. You could’ve found someone to do it for sure but you really wanted some time with Steve.

“I wish you two were here.”

“We do too but we couldn’t cut the mission shorter than tomorrow. We’ll see you after the meeting though, we promise. But you’ve got Aunt Nat, Uncle Tony and Buck. You’ll be fine sweetheart, it’s just a little meeting think of it like a parent-teacher conference… What are we going to do if they schedule a parent-teacher conference when we’re on missions?”

Steve started to focus on a different problem, overthinking once again.

“Babe,” Sam broke through Steve’s hyperfocus. “Bridge we’ll cross when we get there, okay. You’ll do just great, Sarah. Knock it out of the park, got it?”

“Got it. Dheaidí?”

“Yes?”

When’s the wedding?

Steve choked, leaving Sam a confused mess between your laughing and Steve’s blubbering. You hoped he wouldn’t try to learn sign language. There was something fun about being able to talk with Steve, Clint, and Bucky behind everyone else’s back… only in front of them.

Sarah.

Yes?

Sam and I… this is still new to me.

Steve shook his head. “Why am I talking with you about this?”

“Because I’m not a baby anymore.”

“Always my baby.”

But you two have been together since I was gone right? He’s already a part of the family.

“Let it go.”

I’m gonna be the flower girl, right?

“Don’t you have a hair appointment to finish. Bye, Sarah.”

“Bye, Dheaidí. Bye, Dad.”

You hopped out of the salon chair and looked at yourself in the mirror. The straight hair wasn’t bad. But it was a lot of work and with an Avenger lifestyle, you were almost positive it would be sweated out and it probably wasn’t for you. You exited the salon and into the black van waiting for you outside— the good thing about living in New York was that the UN headquarters was there and that’s where they chose to have your meeting. Tony, Bucky, Nat, and Sharon were already in the car along with the head of the Avengers’ PR team who was giving you last minute tips and prep.

“Don’t scare the poor girl,” Bucky said. “It wasn’t that bad, little doll. I’ll be up there with you anyway.”

Bucky was a stand-in for Steve as legal guardian. If it wasn’t him, it was going to be one of the other Avengers. They were all your pseudo-guardians. Bucky had a hand on your shoulder the whole time as you entered the UN floor. For the most part he was right, it wasn’t too bad. You got mainly sympathetic looks from the dignitaries in front of you.

It was time for a brief recess and you left the stand to stretch your legs while Bucky got you a water. You shook hands with more people you could count and accepted so many apologies and questions about your position on the Avengers— which Tony swooped in to answer most of those, including your unofficial status until you had a suit and a moniker… and your dad actually let you go on missions.

“Miss Rogers, I’m King T’Chaka and this is my son Prince T’Challa,” an older gentleman said as he shook your hand.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

“We are utterly sorry to hear all you’ve been put through at such a young age. If you would like, for both you and Sergeant Barnes, Wakanda would be glad to help.”

“Wakanda?” Your brain scrambled for where you had heard that before. “Oh, vibranium like my dad’s shield.”

“Yes,” T’Challa chuckled. “We’re a little more than meets the eye. Feel free to visit at any time, we find the fresh air of our country can be very beneficial. Work miracles almost.”

T’Challa shared a knowing look with his father. You didn’t have time to ask more questions before they called you back to finish speaking. Bucky intercepted a question about the Avengers taking responsibility for collateral damages when events such as Sokovia happened.

“With all due respect, that’s a question for Captain Rogers not his daughter. And we’re trying to figure out how to save the world with less damage which aside from bigger cases, we’ve managed to do pretty well. Once again we do apologize for damage caused to Sokovia and have been working closely with the city to continue repairing damages. If there are no other questions for Sarah, we would like to wrap this up. She does have homework she has to finish.”

That earned a small laugh from everyone on the floor. Bucky nodded to one reporter who stuck his pen up for the last question. The man stood up and flipped open his notepad to read off his question.

“This is actually in regards to both Sergeant Barnes and Miss Rogers about your time in HYDRA.”

“Yes?”

“How do we know that you are working for the Avengers? That this isn’t some HYDRA scheme?”

“Well, I suppose we—”

“For instance if an agent were to come in, you wouldn’t turn on us?”

“Both Sarah and I have no positive affiliation with HYDR—”

“Not even if they were to say Longing. Rusted.”

You and Bucky both froze like deers in headlights. Bucky recovered first and ripped your hearing aids out to at least try and save you while Nat ran from her spot in the back of the room to stop the reporter. But it didn’t matter because the reporter’s pre-recorded voice came over the loudspeaker and no matter how much you covered your ears you and Bucky could still hear it.

“FRIDAY, locate the source and shut it off!” Tony commanded.

“On it, Mr. Stark.” The A.I’s voice came through.

“Benign. Homecoming.”

You and Bucky tried to run.

“One. Freight Car.”

Both of you stood still in your tracks while the other Avengers yelled for people to run while it was oddly silent. The crackle of the pre-recorded voice came back over the speakers with your instructions. You and Bucky pushed past everyone. Bucky picked up the reporter while you attacked anyone who got in the way. You entered a hallway, Bucky twisting the door so it stayed locked. The reporter asked you questions that whether you wanted to or not, you both were answering. There was pounding at the door, attempts by the Avengers to get you out.

“You’ll get me to safety and where I need to go. Now, Soldat. 001.”

You ripped the door off of the handle and threw it at Tony. Bucky set the reporter down and picked you up, throwing you into Nat and Sharon. The Avengers had never seen you fight before and not as a tag team with Bucky— although, right now, this was not exactly where they’d be wanting to see you two in action.

Someone in a catsuit had also appeared to stop the fighting. Bucky ran with the reporter, fighting off anyone that stopped him, while you tried to distract and hold the others back. He succeeded in getting the reporter to a helicopter and starting it up before he turned back around— even under programming, Bucky always came back for you. He almost twisted the man in the catsuit’s arm behind his back when he saw him corner you.

“We’re gonna have to shoot,” Everett Ross said.

“Are you crazy?” Tony started, much to the agreement of others.

Tony hadn’t packed his whole suit but he did have the glove. It formed around his hand and Tony hesitated for a split second before coming after you and hitting you in the temple with the glove.

“Sorry, G.I.”

You stumbled back and Bucky’s attention was immediately focused on Tony who was now backing up. Your head was spinning as you came to your senses. You blinked a couple times and looked to see Bucky stalking towards Tony. You ran in front of him.

“Uncle Jamie, I’m okay.”

You snaked a hand up to his temple, knowing you could get away with it as he assessed that you weren’t injured. You hit him as hard as Tony had hit you and he stumbled back but also came to his senses. Bucky looked around to see everyone but the two of you almost out of breath.

“What did we do?”

“Honestly, we’re not sure yet. We’re trying to figure out who that reporter was and how the hell he slipped through the cracks.”

“He’s HYDRA,” you said, dryly. “They always find a way to slip through the cracks… who’s he?”

Everyone turned to see King T’Chaka coming up behind the man in the sleek black catsuit. He removed his helmet and you were surprised to see Prince T’Challa. So this was what the two of them meant when they said Wakanda was more than meets the eye. The king approached you and Bucky.

“Miss Rogers, Sergeant Barnes… it is hard to explain but we strongly suggest that you take up our offer. For the safety of everyone and our Avengers, we think we can help with your programming problem.”

Bucky was all for it. He had enough of HYDRA’s control on him but he sensed your hesitation.

What’s wrong, little doll?

“I just started school… I was starting to enjoy my life.”

T’Challa spoke up.

“Maybe for the weekends? It would take longer, maybe two months instead of one. But I don’t think we want to disrupt and upset Miss Rogers’ life any more, Baba. Does that work for you?”

“I think we should talk with Steve,” Bucky took over the guardian role again. “But that seems like it might be best for the two of us.”

T’Challa and his father nodded, leaving contacts with Bucky, and then left before anyone else on the UN floor could spot T’Challa in his suit. You and Bucky went back to the UN floor for a final statement that no one was truly paying attention to. They didn’t need it, everyone had witnessed firsthand the damage HYDRA had inflicted on the two of you. You were quickly ushered into the van to head back home.

“Shit,” Tony muttered as he put his phone down. “The helicopter was ditched as soon as he could. We’ve lost the guy.”

“He’ll show up again eventually, they always do.”

“What did he want from you two? What was he asking you in that hallway?”

You and Bucky couldn’t remember to save your lives.

“Doesn’t matter. He probably wants what all of HYDRA wants,” Nat said. “Why the long face, kiddo?”

“Can we dance when we get home?”

Nat nodded. Your question answering hers. The van stayed quiet for your sake, understanding you felt like crap after everything. HYDRA had that control over you. Being born under them, it was always harder for you to shake off a spell than it was for Bucky. He would go straight to the moping stage but you usually spent a few hours in the stages of guilt and fear. You pulled out your phone and texted Ned and Peter in your newly formed group chat, Two Weirdos and Rogers.

Favorite Avenger: Guys, can we reschedule to Monday? I don’t think I’m feeling the weekend anymore.

Mastermind (Ned): No problem, are you okay?

The Awkward One (Peter): Are you okay? We saw what happened.

Favorite Avenger: It’s already on the news?!

The Awkward One: Yeah… but no one’s saying anything bad.

Favorite Avenger: whatever, can we do Monday after school?

Mastermind: P and I have decathlon after school but if you’re cool waiting till after that.

Favorite Avenger: Yeah, sounds fine.

The Awkward One: are you sure you’ll be okay?

Favorite Avenger: yeah, I’ll be fine. See you guys Monday

Sam and Steve came back from their mission to see you and Bucky laying on the floor of your living room, with face masks, foot masks, hand masks, and two candles between you. Sam snapped a picture on his phone before either one of them stepped further into the room. As if he wasn’t going to use this as blackmail against Barnes later.

“We’re back, Babydoll… and we picked up the braiding hair.”

You held up a hand since you couldn’t speak with the mask on. You signed to Steve that it would take ten more minutes before you could move so the two men left you and Bucky on the living room floor. For Sam, the new scent in the house was a lot. For Steve and Bucky it was downright overwhelming but you had made the whole house smell like (favorite scent) thanks to your candles.

“Is your niece like this, too?” Steve asked Sam, half-joking.

Once the self-care was over, you called Steve out of his room and into the living room. He laid out everything and took a deep breath. He laughed at himself a little. He could jump out of planes without a parachute but had to mentally hype himself for braiding your hair. Steve sighed after starting over on the first braid for the fifth time. Sam entered the area after hearing Steve yell in frustration.

“You good?”

“He���s struggling,” you said, not taking your eyes from your phone where you were texting Ned and Peter.

“She made it look so easy, but I’m sorry. Gripping and making the separate pieces is not easy,” he yelled back at the video on the laptop resting on the couch.  

“Move.”

Sam walked over and Steve gladly moved out of the way. He watched as Sam split the hair and started working. He sulked into the kitchen when it became apparent that Sam could braid it no problem. You set your phone down, it was too hard to concentrate with your head moving about, and turned on the TV.

Bucky came back from a sparring session with Nat and Pietro— they wanted to teach him skills past just being fast. He smirked when he saw the scene, Sam braiding your hair while Steve sprawled out on the couch invested in the movie and very occasionally feeding Sam popcorn.

“How domestic,” Bucky fake swooned. “Earth’s Mightiest Heroes open up a salon. Ever think about quitting your day job, Wilson?”

Sam rolled his eyes.

“Keep laughing but I got a picture of you and Sarah with those mud masks on.”

Sam held up his phone in satisfaction. Bucky stepped closer and Sam threw the phone at him.

“Go ahead and delete it. Already sent it to the whole team… shouldn’t have called me a bird-brain,” Sam smiled proud of himself.

“Steve, get your boyfriend.”

“Give it up, Uncle Jamie,” you sighed, making Sam and Steve laugh. “You done been caught.”

“… Man’s whole family gangs up on him, just not right.”

Bucky muttered as he stalked off. He came back after his shower like you all knew he would and sat down silently. Steve handed over his popcorn bowl which of course Bucky accepted.

~~

“I’ll be late for dinner,” you said as the car pulled up to school. Since they were free, Steve and Sam could actually drop you off for once.

“Why?” Steve asked.

“Ned and Peter have their nerd decathlon practices right after school so we can’t start the Steamboat set till after that.”

“Steamboat set?”

“Yeah, Steamboat Willie. The lego set based on the Disney… we watched Fantasia last month? Never mind, Dheaidí. Dinner, I’ll be late. Happy already agreed to drive me home.”

“You got Happy in on your little plan?”

“… maybe…”

“How late are we talking?”

“Fifteen minutes? No more than twenty-five, promise. Bye!”

You ran out of the car and met up with Peter and Ned who were waiting for you up front. They complimented the new hair and you flipped it obnoxiously for effect.

“And she had the nerve to call them nerds. Has your daughter met herself?” Sam asked.

“At least she has friends?”

“At least she has friends.”

Both men chuckled as they watched you high-five the two boys and walk inside the building, throwing your arms around their shoulders.

(Part 15)...

[all-you-need-is-paul-mccartney]

This Boy (George Harrison x Female!Reader)

A/N: Hey y'all! welcome to my first oneshot! a lot of my stories are very plot-driven and they end up becoming these long chapter fics but I'm gonna see if I can make a handful of oneshots in the next little bit to kind of give yous something to read while waiting for the longer fics to finish up. this is my first one, and it's for Georgie!

Summary: It's date night, and you're more than ready to meet your mystery date; George, however, is not.

WARNINGS: Swearing is in almost all my fics, so this one isn't safe either probably, hints of suggestive behaviour, slow burn, friends to lovers, lack of self-editing probably, etc. *This fic is also LONG AF so I would advise y'all to start reading this when you have nothing else to do*

I'll rate this one as a T. Enjoy, folks!

George checked the clock on the wall again and sighed gently.

You were still getting ready.

As much as it disappointed him, George agreed-- well, more like offered-- to drive you to your blind date one of your girlfriends set you up on.

It's not that he wasn't excited or proud of you for getting yourself out there. He knew you'd been meaning to do that since graduating school.

He was just frustrated at the fact that whichever lucky man was going on a date with you that night wasn't him.

When he found out about the date, he immediately vocalized his distrust for the mystery person, despite knowing absolutely zero about him. You seemed heartbroken at that, and to make it up to you, he offered to drive you to the date.

So there he was, sitting on the sofa in the living area of your flat, waiting for you to finish getting ready.

George had taken you to school dances in the past, and while your mother let you wear makeup to them, it never took you this long to apply it.

You were definitely dressing to impress tonight.

"Lucky man," he just mumbled under his breath at the thought of that boy.

You and George had been friends since you were children, and he deemed you his Best Friend Forever only an hour into your first playtime.

You spent your days as children riding your bikes to the park to play, and helping each other with homework at each other's houses every night.

However, that sort of platonic "buddy-buddy" dynamic changed when the both of you hit puberty.

It wasn't until a boy at George's school questioned him if you were his girlfriend, that George realized he had a crush on you. Some of his friends had girl friends, and they were always teased about whether or not they were dating, but this was the first time anyone had put you and George together.

After this discovery, (which he would endlessly thank the young boy who opened his eyes to the truth in the first place) George began to notice lots of little things about you that he hadn't before.

You would run your fingers through the hair on the back of his head during hugs, you never took your eyes away from him when he was speaking; there hadn't been one time to name that you'd ever made him upset or angry, but more or less excited, and free, and joyous.

And not to mention, the way you called him "Georgie" made his heart pound so loud and hard in his chest that he might as well have just completed a marathon...

He was in love with everything only when you were around.

Actually, as awkward as George thinks it is, Paul helped him realize he was physically attracted to you.

The boys were on their way to George's after school, a few years after George realized he had a little crush on you, and the teenagers both caught sight of you watering the front garden of your home at the request of your mother.

George stopped in his tracks when he saw you, his mouth hanging open as he watched you do your thing. After being enrolled in his boy's school, you never had much time to see one another, as much as it hurt him; so he cherished every moment he could see you.

"If her ma catches you out the window starin' at her daughter's arse the way you're doin' right now Harrison, they'll rip your tongue right out."

George's face went bright red, and he turned to look at Paul in horror, slapping him on the arm for saying such a thing. "I wasn't staring at her like that!" But he couldn't help but steal a glance at your behind since it was now the topic of discussion, though he really didn't want it to be.

Paul knew George felt compelled to say something to you, and he smirked as George awkwardly raised his hand to wave as he called to you from the other side of the street.

"H-hey, Y/n!"

You turned around, and grinned at who you'd seen.

"Hey Georgie! Hi Paulie!" You twiddled your fingers at them, and George's stomach churned in jealousy at the fact you had a nickname for Paul, as well.

"Your garden looks beautiful, Ms. Y/l/n!"

Paul stole George's line. He fucking stole his line!

"A-and you look just as lovely as ever!" George added to one-up his friend.

You put a hand to your heart. "You boys make my heart sing." George took pride in your words despite them partially being for Paul as well.

"We need to see each other more, yeah?" George never expected his question to really get him anywhere, but he was wrong.

"Why not tonight? I don't have any homework and my parents are leaving town 'round five for the weekend to visit my auntie and uncle."

George's answer came quick, and effortlessly. "I'll be 'round for six. Sound good?"

"Perfect! I'll see you tonight then." You waved to the boys again, and then went back to watering the garden after bidding farewell.

The rest of the walk home was just Paul making fun of how lovestruck George was with you, and by the time they got to his house, just down the road from yours, Paul looked over at his buddy and smiled.

"No wonder you value your time with your darlin' over there so much, Magpie. Looks like she would definitely be a fine birdie in bed."

George looked over at Paul, eyes wide, and his voice broke. "... What?!" The thought of going to bed with you never crossed his mind-- well, until that moment.

"Hey, her folks'll be gone by the time you go over! You can make your move then! It's perfect!" Paul's words laced with excitement made George feel panicked, and the boy shook his head worriedly after a moment. "M-maybe it's not the best idea to go tonight..."

"Why not? All you ever wanna do is be alone with her!" Paul set a hand on the other boy's shoulder when he didn't answer. "What's up, George?"

"Paul, I've never even kissed her. She doesn't even know I like her like that! What if she likes someone else?! What do I even do?!" Paul was the biggest heartbreaker George knew. He'd had like... ten girlfriends since they met, and he kissed a whole three of them. They didn't last long, much like the fate of other young relationships, but George took Paul's advice as serious guidance; he needed to in a time like this.

"You just need to be calm. Take some deep breaths. You'll know what to do when the time comes. I know you will."

That night, George had many opportunities to dive in for a kiss, or mention his feelings for you; some of those opportunities he even believed you encouraged, but he didn't budge out of utter fear of rejection. George knew for a fact that Paul was going to facepalm when he asks him for details on the visit to your place.

Instead, the night only consisted of talking, and the only contact you made were a couple of hugs and a kiss on the cheek (which left George a stumbling mess again), though you did agree to spend more time together, which is how your friendship lasted so long.

He was so close to having you, and because he was too scared to make the move Paul (and maybe you) were encouraging him to make so long ago, you slipped through his fingers; and since, the thought of not being able to have you that way never left his mind.

Especially not when you were now a gorgeous young lady, blindly torturing poor George, who beat himself up every day because he lost his chance.

You were like a piece of artwork to George. You could be loved, admired, and looked at by him, but he could never hold you or touch you.

And George hated that.

George wanted you to be his girl.

And you were his girl-- well, in a twisted way. You were always with him, smiling and laughing about nothing and everything, holding onto each other in your darkest nights and guiding one another through personal struggles...

But when other boys started to want you too, George wanted to make it a point to keep the majority of them away.

Some didn't heed George's threats and went on to pursue you anyways, only to be turned down on your front steps by yourself. George never understood why you never reciprocated anybody's feelings, but it's not like he was verbally complaining.

And that's what lead up to tonight. George had wanted you for so long, and the sudden knowledge of a blind date had him in shock, especially since this was your very first time giving in and agreeing to go.

It killed him to know some rando was going to appear out of thin air to whisk you away, whisper sweet nothings in your ear and eventually put his hands on you, thinking his love for you is stronger than any other despite knowing absolutely nothing about how you should be loved, and treated...

But George hid his fury from you because you were excited about this date.

And he would do anything for you.

George's rage-inducing, mind-racing thoughts were interrupted by the sound of your bedroom door clicking shut from behind him. He turned his head, heart in his throat, and you stepped into the room.

You wore a lovely high-waisted navy dress, and a pair of black flats. Your hair was half down, the rest coming together at the back of your head by a matching clip-on bow.

As expected, your makeup was quite noticeable. The burgundy colour of your lips and dark brown eyeshadow had George's head spinning, and he couldn't resist ogling at the way that dress fit you so well...

"So… How do I look? Like, if we were about to go on a date..."

A date? Us? We?!

George's palms began to sweat, and his heart did somersaults. If only.

It was only then that he realized his mouth was hanging slightly ajar, and after snapping it shut, he swallowed in embarrassment, not daring to look anywhere but your eyes again in fear of falling victim to your appearance again.

Imagine not being able to trust your eyes?

"... What would you think?"

George squeaked, his lips moving hesitantly though he didn't make a sound. His face was surely an embarrassing shade of red, and the longer he waited into answer, the more anticipated you looked for a response.

George rose to his feet and approached you, bravely deciding to give you another good onceover after a deep breath, though he kind of lost all sense of feeling in his legs when you smiled at him with that perfect mouth of yours...

"Wow." George sighed, eyelids falling heavy over his brown irises as he admired you.

"I just... you... wow, Y/n." He couldn't come up with a coherent sentence with the way you were staring at him like that.

God, he was absolutely smitten with you.

Your eyes shone joyously as you placed your hand on your heart, and George, as impossible to him as it seemed, fell so much more in love with you than he was just moments before. Your presence rendered him speechless, and the thought inflated your ego a lot more than you would have expected it to.

George remained silent, but his gaze was still glued to you. He'd looked at you for long enough in his life to probably draw you perfectly by memory, but he still took his time to drink in what he was given; because who knew if he'd ever be able to see more of you than this?

"I... I'm-- I'm speechless, is what I am." He cleared his throat after a moment and said, "I... honestly hope my eyes are doing all the talking for me."

"Aw, you're just a sweetiepie, aren't you?"

You beamed at George, blushing as you took another step toward him. "Well Georgie... if you keep looking at me and sweet-talking the way you are..." your warm words were carefully chosen, and it was obvious that George was hanging into every single word you were saying.

"I may just have to pass on this date and spend tonight with you." Your eyelids fell heavy over your eyes, and you offered George a smile that was suggesting something maybe not so innocent.

"Wh-what?!"

"... I said I'm ready to go." You raised your eyebrow in a little confusion at George's flustered state.

Oh my fucking God she didn't even say that?!

Idiot.

Idiot, idiot, idiot.

"... R-right, yes, of course." George shook his head as if to rid his brain of the idea of tricking him like that again. He offered his arm out to you, and you linked yours with his before walking to the door together.

You passed a mirror on the way out, and George caught a glimpse of the both of your reflections, and his chest felt like it was on fire.

He looked so happy to be with you in that moment.

And you looked so happy to be leaving to spend time with another man.

George just hoped at least the reflection of him and you were going on this date together, and both of those smiles were meant for each other.

George pulled up to whatever restaurant this guy wanted to meet you at, which was on the other side of town. George did not approve of this and even reminded you of this on the way there, though you insisted you'd be fine, like you had the couple of times he mentioned this before.

You looked at him after he threw his car into park, and he gave you a little smile after a moment, but it didn't reach his eyes.

"You do look beautiful, Y/n. This guy... he's very lucky."

"I... I don't know what to say."

"Say you believe me."

You didn't say anything. Instead, you smiled sadly, and leaned in to kiss George's cheek. His skin darkened to pink beneath your lips before you could pull away and leave the car with another goodbye, though his ears were ringing and he missed your final farewell.

She doesn't believe me...

George waited until he saw you were seated in the restaurant to put his car back into drive, but something kept him from lifting his foot off the brake. He watched you adjust your silverware at your table, and clasp your hands together in wait.

... Maybe George wanted to wait for this guy to show up.

But would he really want to kill himself by spying on you and watching you fall for someone who wasn't him over the course of one night?

That was the question that made him decide to look back, and pull out of his parking space before he could spot anyone even go near the building. He was in drive and speeding home moments later.

The car ride back to his flat was a quiet one. George kept the radio off, and his fingers drummed against the steering wheel the whole time as if he were almost impatient to get home and do nothing.

Every time he looked in the rear view mirror and saw his eyes stare back at him, it just reminded him that his reflection left that restaurant alone and just as disappointed as his real counterpart.

It wasn't long before George pulled into his building's parking space and sulked out of his car, slamming the door shut. His eyes and nose were burning from the assault of unfallen tears.

He dropped you off to meet this guy. This was all on him this time.

George loved you. He loved you with all his heart, enough to swallow his pride-- sacrifice his happiness for your own.

As much as he didn't want to admit it, dropping you off that night felt like he was letting you go.

And was he?

He pretty much stumbled through the door because his fucks to give for himself were pretty much nonexistent at this point. He kicked his shoes off, not caring if he scuffed up the wall with black marks.

He just wanted to have a long hot shower, crawl into bed, and hide from everyone.

And that's just what he did.

His shower was well over an hour long, and that's where he broke down and cried for the majority of the time. He cried about you, and the situation his own decisions put himself in. He cried in jealousy for the threat sweeping you off your feet right now, and he cried as if that was the last night he'd ever see you again.

When he got out of the shower, well after the stream went cold, he had no more tears to shed. He was dehydrated, and he felt broken. He did a half-assed job of drying himself off before leaving the bathroom and collapsing into bed, only a towel secured around his hips.

His face was pressed into his pillow, and he tucked his arms beneath it and submerged himself even further into the soft fabric.

He recently switched detergent to whichever one you regularly used, and he just took in the familiar scent; anything to make him feel more at home without you actually being present...

George had no idea how long he was in that position for, but he fell asleep like that, only to wake to the sound of the phone ringing.

He got up and stumbled out of his room to ease the obnoxiously loud phone by picking up the call, shouting, and hanging up on whoever decided to phone at this hour-- whichever hour it was.

"Yeah," George rasped through the receiver, his tone laced with underlying irritation. He just wanted to be left alone in his sadness.

"George..."

"... Y/n?" He was rubbing the sleep from his eyes with the palm of his hand before you spoke, but your voice made him freeze.

"Oh Georgie..." your voice was breaking over the phone, and he could tell it wasn't the connection.

"Y/n, my Love, what's the matter?!"

"George he... He didn't show." George's heart stopped.

He didn't show.

George's grip closed tighter and tighter on the phone receiver, and he could feel the pure rage bubbling in his chest, and the plastic receiver crackling from the force under his fingers.

"Where are you?" He demanded. "I'm coming right now to get you," George was about to start throwing his shoes on, despite wearing absolutely nothing to start off with, his towel discarded and still on the bed from when he passed out.

"The same place you dropped me off."

God dammit, this fucking guy had you go to the other side of town just to be forgotten about.

It was finally settled: if George ever found out who this guy was, he'd kill him for doing this to you.

"Don't move. Be there in five." As soon as George hung up the phone, he took off to his room. He was ready in record time: under a minute. Up until the day he died, George wouldn't have been able to dress as quick as he did that night, and he never knew how he did it.

What really mattered was that George got to the other side of town in about five minutes, as he said over the phone.

George whipped into the parking lot and got out of the car. He hurried over to the front of the building to go in and search for you, but he caught a glimpse of you sitting at the curb as he grabbed the door handle.

His grip eased on the lockset, and he slowly turned to you. You were facing away from him, arms folded as you tried to shield yourself from the cool evening wind. You had no clue he was even behind you.

George sighed gently, shedding his jacket off and placing it on your shoulders without another word. He could see your whole body relax from the weighted piece of clothing, and he wondered if his scent was comforting for you too, as it was vice versa.

George heard you breathe out, but you sniffled afterwards. It broke his heart to see you like this. George looked around to see if anyone was watching, because if there was a chance this guy was cackling away in a parked car at the sight of you in tears, George would have had no problem kicking his headlights in and slashing his tires.

He dropped to the curb and sat down right next to you, not hesitating to circle his arm around your body.

At his touch, you curled yourself into a ball, and George scooped you up to squeeze you tight. And against his chest, when you knew you were safe from all harm, you gently sobbed.

George let you cry it all out, and the tighter you held onto him, the tighter he held onto you.

"Am I just unlovable George...? Is that it?" Your words were quiet and muffled, but George heard every syllable you mustered.

He pulled away from your embrace to look you in the eyes, and his grip on your arms were firm, but not tight. "Now Y/n, you do not for one second even think you're unlovable. That is the most ridiculous thing I've ever heard." His eyebrows were lowered in anger at the very idea of you feeling unloved.

Tears began to well up in your eyes, and George's expression softened. He reached his hand up to your face, and he could feel you shaking. He pursed his lips and furrowed his brow again.

George wished then more than ever that he was the one who was supposed to see you. He would have shown up.

"Y/n, you deserve so much better than this. If you were mine, I’d make sure sitting alone on the curb, stood up, would be the last place you'd ever find yourself, especially when you were so excited to go out..."

George didn't know where his little spurt of confidence came from, but he was more focused on the words he was choosing to use with you, and what he was all going to say.

"... If I were yours...?" You sniffled again, cheeks and the tip of your nose turning pink and George paused at the sudden realization.

You still had a chance to be his.

And all because that boy didn't show up, he still had time to figure out how he could pull it all off; but it had to be tonight.

He took a deep breath.

"I mean, anyone would be lucky to date you. I just... I sometimes wonder why you were never mine. Why you're not mine..." his voice lowered throughout the sentence, and the end of his confession was barely above a whisper.

You watched George for a moment, lips parted, as if you couldn't believe your ears, and the young man panicked a little, deciding to disregard his last words before it suddenly became the topic of discussion.

"Oh, my Love," George's eyes suddenly saddened as he reached out to wipe away your fresh tears and smeared makeup with his thumb. Your bottom lip trembled at the contact, and he sighed.

"Just because he didn't show up doesn't mean your evening has gone to waste." He stood up and turned to look down at you.

"The night is still young." He then held his hand out in front of you, and you looked at it for a moment as if you didn't know what he wanted from you.

"Y/n... give me one night. Let me show you how a man should always treat you."

He wasn't quite sure if he just unintentionally asked you on a real life date, or if you thought of all this as an act, but even if you didn't reciprocate his feelings, it gave George the chance of a lifetime to at least pretend you were his, even if this opportunity only lasted one night.

"Please."

You didn't move at first, but George was patient. You eventually slowly reached your hand out, and George helped you up, not making the effort to let go of you afterwards.

George looked up at the restaurant, and did a double take. "... You... you don't even like fancy places like this, am I wrong?"  All you could think about when looking at him was that he knew you so well.

"A place like this on a first date is a clear sign he'd leave halfway through and I'd be stuck with the bill." George smiled a little, and so did you.

You wiped your final stray tear from your cheek and George gave your other hand a squeeze. "... I'd rather get a burger and go for a walk, to be honest."

"Then that's what we'll do," George confirmed with a nod. It was settled, then.

George and you strolled to the car, still hand-in-hand, and he courteously opened your door to help you in. He ran over to the other side afterwards and climbed in behind the wheel before pulling out and taking off to find somewhere for you both to eat.

You both came across this quiet burger place downtown, and the both of you were able to get a booth in the back for privacy so you could both scarf down your meals in peace.

George ordered the same food you did, and you both settled on sharing a milkshake together (a single milkshake eventually became two).

"God," you looked around the nearly empty joint before turning your gaze back to George. "Do you know how much more comfortable I feel in here?"

"Even when you're dressed like you belong in a dress shop window?" George smiled around his straw and you matched his grin. "Shut up. At least my hair is brushed out."

The poor guy had no clue until now that he forgot to comb his hair out after his depression shower, embarrassingly clawing his fingers through his locks to at least tidy up the mess on his head.

You just laughed out that you were teasing him, and the joyous hiccups from your laughter had George briefly forgetting everything negative that had happened so far that night.

After settling down a little, your food was brought out and you both started eating.

There wasn't much for the both of you to talk about other than the part of your day when you weren't together, and it wasn't like George wanted to mention what happened to him in the last two hours or make you upset by talking about your night.

Instead you both settled on joking about old times. Before the both of you knew it, George had you giggling and smiling once again before your dessert even came, and when the waitress came around to your table with your two-person cookie skillet, you grinned even wider.

You thanked the waitress before she went on her way, and you looked up across the treat to George, whom you were half expecting to be drooling over the cookie. Instead, he was in a dream-like trance, soft gaze fixed on you, and only you. You weren't too sure if he even knew the skillet was in front of him, he was so distracted.

"George...?" You called to him gently as to not frighten him when coming back down to reality. His response was almost immediate, like he could hear you.

And maybe he did.

"... I'm sorry, I don't know how many times I've tried to say this already tonight but have chickened out, but you look just..." George was examining every inch of you that he could see and you blushed, casting your eyes down to the table.

"Angel, look at me." George reached over the table and rested his hand over yours. You lifted your head to look him in the eye, and he hesitated for a moment. Your full attention flustered him, then again it always did, but he took a deep breath.

"You look heavenly, Y/n."

You said nothing. This time, he had you speechless, but nothing wasn't the response he was looking for.

"Dontcha believe me...?" His question echoed through your brain, and you blinked. George scanned your eyes after giving your hand a squeeze. He knew you had something to say, and he was at the edge of his seat in anticipation for your words.

"... Do you really think so?"

"Are you kidding me?! Y/n, I... when you came out of your room tonight I just... looking at you right now, I'm at a loss for words. Heavenly doesn't even scratch the surface. No word exists that perfectly describes how you look to me. Now, or ever."

There was yet another spurt of confidence that washed over George. He had a feeling his words and actions were getting the both of you somewhere, especially when his final sentence had you blushing the way you were.

At least he knew he was doing something right.

George's grip on your hand tightened a little, and he flipped your hands over so your palm was face-up in his. He brought your hand closer to him, and he kissed your fingertips before leaving a final one at the centre of your palm. His eyes never left your red face as he did this, and he grinned against your hand when you offered him a shy smile.

Oh... she IS actually liking this.

When he pulled away, George looked down at the still-untouched dessert, and he smiled, releasing another nervous breath he was holding as he finally let go of your hand. "Let's finish up so we can go on our walk. Sound good, my Love?"

You only nodded before digging in with him, every nudge of his hand against yours reducing you to a blushing mess, and George, who was gaining more confidence as every second passed, would just smile to himself knowing he was successfully turning the tables on you.

But it wasn't yet the time to give in and confess, as much as George wanted to. He still had a nice long walk to woo you on, and then he had to do the important step of walking you to your apartment door at the end of the night, and God knows that was the part he was dying to get to.

You finished your dessert not long after and George payed the bill. After helping you out of the booth, you'd left hand-in-hand again.

The both of you stepped out into the cool night and you looked up at George. "Are you cold? Did you want your jacket back?"

You were holding it in your other hand since you'd taken it off at dinner, and you shoved it in his direction without another word.

He laughed and took the jacket from you, unfolding it and pulling it back around your shoulders before rubbing his hands up and down your arms to keep you warm.

"You'll catch a cold without it. Besides, you look better in it anyways." He leaned in and kissed your cheek, smiling proudly to himself when he pulled away and continued to lead you to the car, deciding it'd be smoother to not turn around and gauge for a reaction from you.

Like before, George courteously opened the car door for you, and closed it when you were in. Their destination was his place. It wasn't for the reason one would think, but the idea of driving you to his home and inviting you in with every intention of walking right past the kettle made George's legs restless.

In reality there was a park down the road from his flat that cut pretty much directly to your own humble abode. You'd walked the trail hundreds of times together to look at the pretty flowers growing in the garden, but something told George that this time, like everything else happening that day, was going to be very different.

When you pulled up to his building he raced you to get to your door for the second time of the night; the first being at the burger place when you first arrived. He took your hand and helped you out of the car, and he didn't let go, even after locking the doors to his car and leading you both down the road.

There was a silence that fell between the both of you. It wasn't bad. You took this time to think about your night, as did George. With every step down the road and into the park you took, the smile on your face only grew wider. As for George, he began to sweat with every step he took.

Every foot forward led him closer and closer to your door, where he was going to finally let everything off his chest and confess to you. The problem was that George's confidence was quickly draining, and this was something he needed to do.

He eventually let go of your hand to wipe his palms off on his pant leg, and at the immediate loss of contact, you were turning to him with a confused look on your face.

"Sorry uh..." he breathed out slowly, cheeks dusted pink. "I-I don't know why, but I'm kinda nervous."

Your look of confusion faded into an unreadable one. "Was it holding my hand?"

George shook his head. "No no, not that, I want to hold your hand."

"So what's the problem?"

He just shook his head again. "Maybe it's just... the stress of making sure tonight is perfect for you."

"What?!" Your reaction was sudden, and George's eyebrows were raised high up on his forehead at your exclamation.

"George, tonight has already been perfect for me! I had a great meal, I'm on a lovely walk with you..." you reached out to take his hand again, and he lifted his gaze from his shoes to look you in the eye. You smiled up at him from under the streetlight, and George smiled back a little.

"Georgie, I would never have asked for a better night." You squeezed his fingers with yours and tugged him forward gently. "C'mon, Magpie. Let's get home. It'll be cooling down soon, and I don't want you walking outside much longer than needed tonight."

George followed behind, but you still took your time coming home since the both of you got caught up in another conversation. This time, it was about the flowers you were passing in the park.

"... I used to water those for you, y'know." He pointed to a cluster of marigolds. To think that was ten years earlier and they still stayed put, growing outwards and stronger than ever.

"I used to check on them every day to make sure they weren't dying. You told me one time you really liked those flowers and I just..." he smiled a little at the memory. "I just couldn't get enough of your smile every time you saw them."

You turned to look up at him. You had absolutely no clue he did that for you. It made you love the flowers even more, and your heart jumped a little when you realized that the marigolds were the very reason George insisted you both took the trail all the tine.

"I'll still come across them when passing flower shops. I always think of you when I see them."

"Wow. George, I... I never knew you paid that much attention to me."

"Why wouldn't I? You're my best friend."

And George didn't say anything after that, especially when you didn't respond to his last comment, which he didn't even mean to say.

By the time George could think up a sentence to save himself from friend-zoning the both of you right then and there, he felt like he'd left it for too long.

His heart was sinking, and he tried to shake off the comment best he could, and walked you the rest of the way home.

His stomach was in a knot as he looked up at your apartment building. The front door to the lobby looked intimidating, and his palms began to sweat again. You slipped your hand out of George's, and it distracted him from his racing thoughts.

"You think I'm gonna just leave you here?" His question was sudden, and you blinked once.

"I'm sorry?" You looked from George, to the apartment door which was ten feet away from the both of you. "But George, I'm home?"

"I have to walk you to your door." You laughed at his response, head thrown back as you sighed. "You mean to tell me you, George Harrison, are gonna walk up five flights of stairs in the next two minutes just to make sure you can hear me lock my door and know I'm safe?"

"Would it be a real date if I didn't?"

There was another beat of silence as George watched your eyes shift from left to right in thought. You pursed your lips a little, and then looked him in the eye.

"... Suppose it wouldn't be then, no."

"Then may I walk you to your door, Y/n?"

You finally answered him with a simple nod of your head, and George reached out to take your hand again. He wordlessly led you to the door which he opened for you, and then brought you to the flight of stairs. Nowhere else to go but up.

In about two minutes, you and George got to the fifth floor. As soon as he entered the hall, it felt like the walls were slowly closing together as you both took quiet, careful steps towards the end of the way.

The entire time, your hands were glued together, and no one let go, even when you were both finally stopped, and standing in front of your door.

"I'm sorry about tonight, Y/n. I know you were saying earlier tonight turned out perfect and everything but..." George's brain was still on that platonic comment he made on the walk.

"George, there is no one I would have rather spent tonight with than you. No one."

George squeezed your hand, and then sighed. "I just wish tonight happened under different circumstances."

"Different circumstances?" You repeated a little confused, and the boy in front of you pursed his lips and nodded his head.

Deep breaths. Here it goes.

"Y/n, ever since I found out about this date, my blood has just been boiling with jealousy for that boy. Hell, I still don't even know his name and I could tell you he isn't good for you."

You looked taken aback. Jealousy was definitely not where you thought he was going with all of this.

"I fell in love with you, Y/n. Years ago. And because I feared rejection, I didn't want to take my chances and say anything. But the truth of the matter is that I'd be the happiest person alive just to be able to love you openly. I can't stand to see you cry the way he made you tonight."

Again, you stood there, no words coming to mind to respond with. Your silence didn't make George stop.

"To think for years my feelings for you haven't gone away. I've always thought you felt the same, yet you were never mine." George paused. "When can this boy get you back again, Y/n?"

There was a long silence, his eyes searching yours for your answer, and you were staring up at him like a deer in headlights.

"I-- if I'd known-- I never thought-- George, I had no clue." He could see the lost look on your face, and it made his heart ache, especially when your lip began to tremble and your eyes started filling to the brim with tears.

"Why do you think I turned down every guy who's tried to get with me? I just... I never thought you'd love me back, Georgie." His emotions sank into a deep dark guilt. All this time, and you felt the same way about him...

And then he blinked.

You feel the same way about him!

George reached out to you, his hand cupping the side of your face and stroking your cheek with his thumb. Your tears began to fall, and he pulled you into his chest tightly for a moment. "My Love," he mumbled, pulling away just far enough for him to see your face again.

"Oh, even when you're crying, you are the most beautiful thing I've ever set eyes on..." There was a beat of nothing; just the sound of shallow breaths shared between the both of you before George began to inch in slowly towards you.

"... George, what are you doing...?" Your question was gentle, and you didn't stop him from coming any closer. You didn't want to stop him.

"Something I should've done a long time ago."

His attention fixated to your mouth once before your lips finally clashed together.

For over a decade, George had waited for the moment he tasted your lips; and now that it was here, he was almost scared he wouldn't know what to do.

The both of you were holding your breath since you both felt a little unsure at first, but it was a given, he was kissing his childhood best friend, and you were, too. You kissed back a little, and George exhaled lightly through his nose, a little relieved knowing you were getting a little more comfortable with the situation.

George's hands fell to your waist, fingers curling around your body as he eventually pulled you even closer. You parted your lips a little, and he bit down on your bottom lip, pulling away after hearing you gasp.

"Oh! Did I hurt you? I'm--" George could barely rush an apology out before you pulled him down to kiss him again, and pushing him backwards until his back was flat against your door. He watched as you closed the space between you again, and your lips were on his again.

His heart was pounding, ears ringing loudly as you slipped your tongue into his mouth, and all the boy could remember thinking about was how blissful it all was in that moment. George threw his arms around you and started pushing back just a little.

You pulled away from him to gasp in a breath, George's hands grabbing your arms and pinning you against your door so he could put you in the place he was moments before; to give you the moment to experience just a fraction of all the love he would be able to eventually give to you.

His lips briefly found the crook of your neck and you moaned quietly as George sucked at your skin a little, which only resulted in him pulling away just to lean back in to kiss your lips and swallow your pleasant hums.

You eventually pulled away to face him again, lips swelled and pink, and breaths quick. You never thought you'd have so much trouble breathing while kissing someone.

Then again, it's not everyday that the man you're kissing is George Harrison.

"I know it's rare to ask this on a first date but..." George leaned down to attach his lips to the column of your throat, and he hummed against your skin when you moaned gently, delaying your question for a moment.

"... Did you maybe wanna, I don't know, come in, stick around for some tea?"

"Is that even a question?" George asked lowly against your neck, and you smiled. You reached into your purse to retrieve your apartment keys, which you blindly stuck into the keyhole since George was back to kissing you again, and the both of you stumbled through the door as soon as you got it open.

You and George kicked your shoes off after shutting the door, and you pushed him up against the wall in the front corridor to kiss him once again.

Ten years was way too long for the both of you to be deprived of one another any further, and George gladly let you migrate your lips to his neck after a moment, tilting his head back for you to make things a little easier.

With your head buried into his neck and your arms circled around one another, George lazily opened this eyes to watch himself in that same mirror across the hall he looked into a few hours prior.

All the boy could do was smile to himself, breathing heavily as he watched your reflection switch to the other side of his neck after leaving a mark on the right side of his throat.

Not only was his reflection successful in this date tonight, but George himself pulled off the biggest risk he could imagine and it paid off.

He finally got the girl of his dreams.

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A/A/N: honestly, this fic lives rent free in my head and it has been since I wrote it, so I gotta show it off to y'all. Again, I know it was long, but I really hope you enjoy it <3

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—lunch box

A/N: just another cute idea i had because i’m obsessed with barbarian/dragon king!bakugo and fantasy shit in general. some context: you and bakugo are betrothed—although, sometimes you wish you weren’t bc he can be a real asshole. luckily for you, he’s willing to work on it bc he likes loves you just that much. a litte angst (it wouldn’t be a mtha story without it) but it ends in fluff <3

Warnings: cursing

Your friends looked at their food with heart eyes and dug into the neatly wrapped box with fever.

“Ahh! Thank you for making this, Y/N!” one of them exclaimed. The other could only nod in agreement, too into your cooking to speak.

You smiled and waved them off. “It was nothing. Consider it a thank you for letting me copy the homework last night,” you chuckled.

“Did you cook one for Prince Bakugo? I’d imagine he’d love it! If there’s anyone’s cooking he loves more than his own, it’s yours!”

At the mention of his name, your expression fell. You looked down at the case of food you had prepared for him as an apology.

Four days ago, you two were hanging around his residence. You managed to get him to dance around with you. Well, it more like you were dancing and he was doing his best not to combust in embarrassment. Katsuki warned you that you shouldn’t be too reckless otherwise you’d break something.

Of course, you paid him no mind, too enthralled with your fun to notice your proximity to a nearby statue—one of the Bakugo family’s treasures.

One thing led to another, and you knocked it over, shattering it before either of you could even react. Your rich skin lost its glow and your boyfriend cursed something nasty.

Least to say, his parents were not happy. But instead of being rightfully scolded, Bakugo had taken the blame for it.

They found him attempting to clean it up and assumed it was his fault. You wanted to correct them, but he threw you a nasty glare, sealing your mouth shut. He was now under punishment until they deemed fit and from then on, he hadn't spoken a friendly word to you.

A little sigh escaped your lips. Your two friends looked at each other before offering you encouraging smiles.

“Hey,” one spoke, placing a hand on your knee. You met her gaze. “You should go give it to him. He’d love it.”

There was a moment of silence before you decided to act. Taking the spur of confidence, you stood up and briskly made your way to the other classroom. Just before you entered, you heard his voice and felt your heart waver with anxiousness.

However, now wasn’t the time to let doubt consume you. Things wouldn’t get better until something was done.

You took a deep breath, calming your nerves, before opening the door and walking in. Your eyes scanned the room and found the young dragon prince amongst his group of friends.

Jaw set, you walked over to them, hands firmly around the packaged food.

Kirishima saw you first and gave you a friendly wave.

“Hey Princess L/N!”

“Hi boys! How’re ya doing?” you politely asked, putting on your best smile.

They gave you an upbeat answer that lifted your spirits.

Despite that, you hadn't heard a response from Bakugo. In fact, he hadn't even looked at you—but you wouldn’t be disheartened. You fueled herself with faux confidence and held out the dish to your betrothed.

“I-I made you something small yesterday, as an apology,” you stuttered.

Katsuki finally looked up, indifference in his stare. Ruby eyes flickered down to the box filled with rice, chicken, vegetables, and a small pastry on the side. His favorite kind. For a moment, he seemed like considered your offer, but you suffered the low blow of humiliation when he turned away to look through the window.

“Thanks, but I’ve already eaten. Should’ve given it to me earlier.”

Something in your stomach fell. Crushing rejection blossomed up your throat with each passing second. His words were cold, harsh, and unforgiving. It might’ve been stupid, overdramatic even, but it hurt.

Heartbroken wasn’t even the word.

Your nose burned, eyes blurring before you could stop it. Your chest tightened with embarrassment. Luckily, you mustered enough strength to hold in whatever was threatening to crumble you.

“Oh,” you dumbly responded.

“I’ll take it!” Kaminari excitedly said.

“No, I will! I’m still starving!” Kirishima chided.

You placed the box down, struggling to keep up your act.

“Split it between the both of you. I hope it’s good!” You internally winced over how high your voice had become. “I’m gonna to get going now. I’ll see you guys after school, yeah?”

And before anything else was said, you bolted straight out of the room. You hadn’t bothered to look at Katsuki. Knowing him, he probably hadn't noticed the strain in your voice.

As soon as you were out of sight, the tears flooded. You held your hands against your mouth, desperate to muffle your cries. You quickly took you into the nearest bathroom and you prayed no one had seen you lest there be questions. If you went to your friends, it’d cause a commotion. Your parents would eventually find out and you didn’t want any more problems.

So, you cried your eyes raw and eventually willed yourself to stop when it was time to return to class.

…

The week had gone by without another interaction. The weekend brought you some relief since you wouldn’t be forced to see Katsuki’s face for the time being. Or so you thought.

All you wanted to do was run some errands for your parents and then go back home and continue sulking. Yet the universe would not let you rest.

The moment you caught Bakugo’s eyes, you pivoted on your heel and booked it the other way. You assumed his anger with you would force him to keep his distance.

But you were thoroughly surprised to find he was following after you.

“Y/N,” he called.

Irritation and hurt filled your chest. You only walked faster, clutching the purse against her chest.

“Y/N, stop,” he demanded to which you promptly ignored.

This went on for a good thirty seconds until Bakugo decided he had enough. Without much noise, he ran up to you, grabbing you by the shoulder.

You weren’t having it.

You harshly shrugged off his hand. “Don’t touch me,” you snapped, keeping your eyes forward.

“I need to talk to you,” Katsuki grumbled.

“Well I don’t want to talk to you. So maybe some other time.”

Truthfully, the crowned prince found himself shocked at your coldness. Despite your innate boldness, he wasn’t used to such an icy tone. Especially directed at him.

His father warned him to never attack in these situations, but Bakugo let his temper get the best of him. His first reaction was to frown and deal back harsher words.

“What’s your fucking problem, dumbass? When I say stop, stop!”

A spike of anger flooded your veins. You whirled around on your heel and glared at him with frosty eyes. You felt compelled to drop your papers and slap him, but instead, you settled for a finger in his face.

“First of all, I’m not some dog you can just order around, you jerk! And just because we’re betrothed doesn’t mean I’m some girl you can treat like dirt whenever you feel like it! Until you apologize, leave me alone because my only problem right now is you. Bye.”

And just as quickly as you came, you turned to leave.

Now Bakugo was actually stunned. Forget, cold, this was a side of you he hadn't ever experienced. Admittedly, he hadn’t been spoken to like that from anyone besides his mother—and she only got away with it because she was not only the queen…but he was his mom.

Katsuki honestly didn’t know how to handle it. It was only then that he concentrated back on his father’s advice. Whenever his mother was upset with his dad, his father would fight back, but never with emotional anger. Always with humbleness and an understanding tongue.

It usually did the trick considering his mother could never stay upset with him for more than a night. It always struck the teen with hidden awe. Sometimes, Katsuki thought his dad was an angel.

Bakugo was no angel, but he hoped it’d have the same affect on you.

The blonde teen softened his face and walked up behind you. He stopped you, wrapping his arms around your waist to lie his forehead against the decorated braids the fell down your back.

“Damn it. I’m sorry okay?” he lowly said, face burning from such a public display of affection. “Just hear me out.”

You didn’t speak and he clenched his jaw.

“Please.”

You inwardly cursed your rapidly beating heart. If it weren’t for how stupidly nice being in his arms was (he was definitely working out more), and the fact that you found him kinda cute begging for your permission, maybe you wouldn’t have caved in so easily.

For now, you’d blame it on the fact that you two were destined to wed. It was better to start dealing with fights now so, hopefully, the future held less of them.

You heaved a sigh, unwillingly ignoring your body’s urge to curl in his arms. Instead, you pulled away and turned to face him. You peered into unsure crimson eyes with as much harshness you could conjure.

“Fine. Speak,” you permitted.

There was a small pause as he gathered his thoughts. When he opened his mouth, you instantly regretted it.

“I’m still mad at you for being dumb and breaking one of family’s treasures. And I’m still fucking pissed that my old hag is on my ass about it,” he started and noticed how your eyes narrowed in contempt.

You were about to turn away, thinking this was a waste of time. However, Bakugo took a hold of your wrist before you could leave.

“Leave me alone! If you didn’t want to get in trouble, you should’ve just let me take the blame. I can't believe I thought you’d apologize—“

“Let me finish, princess.”

It was your title, yet you felt your stomach flip when it came from his lips. You refused to let it influence you…but you’d give him another chance.

Bakugo stepped closer to you. “I’m upset, but I took the punishment because I wanted to. You didn’t mean to break it. Accidents happen, I understand that.”

There was a pregnant pause. Then, you softened your gaze a bit, eyes still lit with inquiry. “Why? Why would you do that if it meant getting in trouble? I could’ve taken the blame just fine.”

“Y/N, you freak the fuck out whenever you don’t get a perfect score on an exam. You try not to mess up and when you do, it’s like the world is ending,” he explained with a teasing smirk. You ungracefully snorted. He had a point. “When you broke the vase, I could hear your heart drop. You were two seconds away from crying. And when I saw how scared you looked I just—I don’t know.”

The look on your face was something between shock, surprise, and wonder. You blinked, thick lips parting slightly in awe.

“Katsuki…” you breathed to which the boy heavily blushed. Realizing how sappy he sounded, his mind screamed at him to cut it out.

Bakugo looked down and noticed he was still holding your wrist. He quickly let go and instinctively rubbed the nape of his neck.

“D-don’t be dramatic. I just didn’t wanna see you moping around or some shit. My father said that it wasn’t that important anyway…the vase I mean,” he mumbled.

Sure it wasn’t, you thought. What were you gonna do with this boy?

You supposed an apology was a good start.

“That was very nice and admirable of you Katsuki. Thank you,” you eventually said. “I’m still really sorry about the vase, and for being mean to you just now.”

He shook his head. “I know, but I’m the one that should be apologizing. I ain’t hafta treat you the way I did. I was being an ass for not accepting the food you made for me earlier.”

“Yeah you were, ya bastard.”

He chuckled at that. “The two idiots wouldn’t stop raving over how good it was.”

“Well, I had the best teacher in the kingdom,” you grinned.

“And I had an even better student,” he winked.

Your smile widened. Maybe marrying him wouldn’t be so bad.

You couldn’t help yourself when you heartily embraced him, enjoying how his arms slowly slithered around the small of your back. Your eyes met and you kissed him on the lips, leaving him with a little gasp. You pulled away and giggled under your breath.

“You know, you're a sweet guy underneath all that false bravado.”

“False brav—what the hell are you going on about!?”

Ignoring his explosive behavior, you readjusted the straps on your shoulder before turning on your heel.

“Don’t bring anything for lunch on Monday, okay? I’ll see you later, blondie.”

Despite his little tantrum, Bakugo still watched you disappear into the store with a gentle expression. You gave him more headaches than he cared for, but you were worth it. Besides, he was sure you could say the same for him.

Bakugo turned to leave and passed his fingertips over where your lips touched his own.

He’d never admit to the giddiness in his chest. He’d take that shit to the grave.

[kodzuvii]

CLUB STUPID [24: yeah probably]

next [25: premarital hand holding]

PAIRING - SUNA x FEM!READER

GENRE - crack + fluff

warnings - spelling and grammar errors lol guys its 1am plz-

SYNOPSIS - Club Stupid, an anonymous podcast meant for the dumb and dumbest to send in unspoken and nonsensical thoughts about issues they face in their day to day lives and for Y/n to speak out and give her opinions and feelings. Normal feelings though, nothing romantic like how she thinks this lazy guy with questionable hair in the volleyball club is actually pretty cute.

a/n: as an executive member and proud representative of the suna simp club (jk lol idk) it is my duty, to keep my simps fed. you’re welcome. please listen to some cute wholesome shit. 

“Look at this Samu, Suna really his own breed, how does he manage to look more dead compared to how he usually looks”

“Well Tsumu, he ignored the same girl twice in the same week and also got confronted by her cousin who’s also his captain. Pretty sad if ya ask me”

The twins snickered to each other as they eyed the quiet middle blocker who stood by his locker. “Did you see his blocks today Tsumu? I was afraid I was gonna break his toothpick arms with my spikes” Osamu whispered but made it loud enough for Suna to hear. Atsumu nodded, “yeah Samu, totally lame if you ask me. Thank God Yn wasn’t watching him” he teased. “Oi,” Aran called out as he packed up his things on his back that was sitting on top of the benches inside of the boy’s change room. “Lay off of him will ya” he scolded but the pair shrugged and continued to change out of their practice clothes. 

“What’s even happening?” Akagi whispered and Riseki could only turn to him and mirror the same lost look on his face and give a clueless shrug. They both just sat back and watched the scene unfold in front of them. The twins were teasing and throwing indirect jabs and insults towards their middle blocker who looked as if he was going through an existential crisis with the dull look in his eyes. 

Suna was quiet, everyone knew that. Yet somehow in some way, everyone could feel his energy hit an all-time low. He still attended practice sure, but it was like practicing with a pole lamp. He just stood there and observed whatever was happening but even then, his mind was somewhere else. Of course, this didn’t go unnoticed by the coach who gave him an earful about the proper attitude to be having during their practices. Did he listen though? Nah. Listening to a lecture required too much effort. He was just tired and done for the day and the anxious and nervous feeling bubbling up inside of him wasn't helping either.

Suna was stupid. He knew that. His attention span outside of the court was never the biggest and his lack of energy never helped increase his intelligence. He was never the brightest in his class, and honestly, it never bothered him that he wasn’t. Everything he learned came through one ear and left the other. He retained the information for a test but simply forgot everything once it was over. He wasn’t the brightest, and it didn’t bother him not one bit.

What did bother him was his terrible habit of being oblivious towards other people’s feelings. Maybe it was due to his lack of energy or lack of interest, but he simply never put much effort into acknowledging how people felt. Yeah, he got vibes when people had on and off days, his teammates were the twins, you HAD to notice their mood swings and take necessary precautions. It just never occurred to him that more people could enter his bubble. A bubble that revolved around himself.

However, instead of someone finding a way to enter his fragile bubble without popping it, Suna willingly left his bubble when you came into the picture. It was no secret that Suna was whipped the moment his eyes laid on you. He’s been getting clowned about it ever since the twins found out and they never let a day go by without calling him a simp.

He had no clue what type of person you would be when you entered the doors of the Shiratorizawa gym. You looked sweet and bubbly, the smile you came in with never left your face unless you’d whine to your friends or roll your eyes at them. When you stepped into the room, people just naturally gravitated towards your positive energy and your good vibe. He liked that about you. Then again he still didn’t know anything about you at the time. All he knew was that you managed to attract his attention without even directly giving any to him. Every time he tried to look away and focus on whatever was happening in front of him, his eyes trailed back to you.

For a while after camp, you kept popping back in and out of his mind. It was quite ridiculous actually. He’d be taking a drink by the water fountains and he’d look over to the hallway and suddenly the first thoughts would be ‘what if I saw the redhead again?’ It never lasted long, maybe for a split second or two before he snapped himself out of it. He’d never see you again, what was he talking about? He was just being delusional.

So you could imagine the way his mind stopped functioning the night at the train station. Suna had to pinch himself 8 times when he saw you walk out of the train doors. ‘No way’ he thought. You, out of the 7 billion people in the world, was Kita’s cousin. He remembers seeing your tired face and your short stature clad in a big hoodie and loose sweatpants with your hair tied up. You were supposed to look like a mess, why did he keep thinking that you looked so pretty? This must’ve been the higher power playing a trick on him for slacking off during practice. So annoying.

Suna could keep his cool around school. You weren’t in the same classes meaning he didn’t see you at all. So you could imagine the kind of panic that crossed his mind when Kita told the team that he’d have his cousin staying in the gym. He learned later on that you started watching practices because Kita didn’t feel comfortable with you walking home. You were nice to the team, incredibly nice actually. Your easy-going nature made it easy for you to have a couple of conversations with his teammates here and there. While you were nice to Aran and Akagi, you had a little feisty attitude with the twins (mainly Atsumu) and he couldn’t help but admire how outspoken you were. You were blunt, to say the least. That was something you and Kita had in common. But he liked that about you, how you were always free to speak whatever was on your mind and keep a conversation going. 

Suna noticed early on that you rarely paid attention to their practice. He figured volleyball just wasn’t your thing and he couldn’t blame you for that. During water breaks, he’d glance up and watch you tuck back your hair and sometimes he’d catch you scratching your temple in annoyance because of some question you couldn’t answer on your homework. You never looked up, simply unphased by whatever was happening in front of you. 

Even so, he still put the smallest amount of extra effort into his practices. Jumping a bit higher and running a bit faster and spiking the ball with more force. He insisted that it was about time he would break some of his bad habits, but even the team knew that it was a sorry excuse. Truth be told, a little part of him was just hoping that if you ever looked up from your phone or your work in your lap, you’d see him and think that he looked at least a little bit cool. 

One day, on the rare occasion that he’d be listening in class, he remembers his teacher having a discussion with the class about an epiphany. 

The feeling of a sudden or striking realization that hits an individual out of nowhere.

It was late at night where Suna hit an epiphany. You were off to Miyagi, spending your weekend with your best friend and the Twins continued to bug him about his little first-year crush even though he had asked them multiple times to drop the topic. 

Suna came to the conclusion that he liked the way you made him feel. He liked the way he felt at ease when you were around him. He liked how you were so different compared to him, but it never stopped you from forming a friendship with him. You never pushed him to ever open up to you, you listened to the bare minimum he had to say and never took his lazy nature and blunt attitude to heart. He liked annoying you, the way your face would scrunch up when he’d take your bento’s the first couple times during your first initial lunch hangouts or the way you’d puff your cheeks when he comments on your height. He liked the way your eyes lit up when the smallest things caught your attention. He took notes on the songs you said you were currently listening too or the ones that reminded you about happy memories. 

Suna especially liked seeing you smile. Especially towards him. Something about it gave him the same feeling that was comparable to the way he would feel when he would see those jelly sticks on sale at the grocery store. The way you’d roll your eyes in playful annoyance when he'd come up to you and ask to bandage his fingers even though you both knew that he was capable of doing it himself. You would tease him, a playful smile gracing upon your lips, telling him that his fingers would probably break off if you weren’t there to bandage them up. Suna liked thinking that having you wrap them up made his hands feel a bit stronger with his blocks. But you didn’t need to know that.

He remembers a specific memory that lives rent-free in his mind. He was walking down the hallway, casually strolling and taking his time to get back to class after using the bathroom and he happened to notice you heaving a tired sigh as you closed the doors to your class. You looked quite frustrated, probably because it was your art class and you had been complaining days earlier about how creatively drained you were.

 Suna must’ve been looking at you for a moment too long because the moment your eyes met, he felt something tug at his chest by the way your eyes sparkled at the sight of him. Despite being under a little bit of stress, the same smile he grew to enjoy seeing made its way onto your lips and you waved to him excitedly before running up and rambling off about how much your class was pissing you off.

You two eventually got in trouble for skipping the whole period after being too caught up in your conversation. Suna thought it was worth it though.

After scrolling through his phone, listening to Atsumu’s obnoxious lovey-dovey playlist, and inevitably searching “how to know if you like or like like a girl” (there's a difference, he swears) on google. 

He came to his epiphany.

 Maybe before, when he barely knew you and you never knew him, maybe he was just infatuated with the idea of you. 

But it was different now, He liked you.

And that scared him.

It scared him how vulnerable he felt. Suna’s reserved and quiet nature gave him a hard time to open to others. Not that he really cared if he was being honest. He simply had the mindset that no one needed to know everything there was to his existence. Everyone eventually leaves anyways, what was the point?

When it sank into him that he liked you, it confused him endlessly. You never wanted to get out of his head and sooner or later he found himself doing the smallest things for you. The little black silk band was always on his wrist and if it wasn’t on his wrist, it would be tucked away in his pockets. Not to mention that he kept one in his pencil case for good measure. The bandaids inside in his backpack were sealed away in a ziplock bag just in case you ever got hurt because he knew you were a bit clumsy. He found himself keeping his eyes open for little souvenirs and trinkets that looked like something that you’d like wherever he went. 

At first, he thought that he just wanted to upgrade you from friend to best friend. Maybe this was a friendship that he had just been deprived of since his world revolved around constantly meaning to improve in volleyball. Yes, he did find comfort in the friendship he grew with you, but sooner or later he realized that he wanted more. The thoughts of holding your hand slipped into his mind and sooner or later hugging you from behind and resting his head on top yours flowed in followed by taking you back by peppering your smooth and soft cheeks with kisses. That wasn’t something that best friends did.

Kita was right about how his logic of ignoring you to suppress his feelings was stupid and that the worst things that could happen were that he’d get rejected. But he didn’t want to face the chance of him getting rejected, he’d like you for so long and he learned during his time spent away from you that he didn’t want to just stop talking to you. Suna knew himself, if he got rejected then he’d distance himself away from you and never talk to you ever again because the embarrassment would eat him up. 

He didn’t wanna lose you for that. He wasn’t ready. 

What a coward. 

He just really hoped you liked the flowers and read his note, he thought anything was better than a stupid “I’m sorry” text.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 

“Hurry up, I need to lock up the gym” Kita’s voice echoed throughout the walls as he stepped into the changeroom. Suna looked up from his phone, taking one last glance at your ‘see you soon :P’ text before shutting it off and shoving it into his pockets. As everyone began to leave one-by-one and bid their goodbyes to each other and their captain. The twins however didn’t leave until they both gave Suna a teasing punch on both of his shoulders. Suna only glared at them before proceeding to make his exit as well. 

Kita stopped Suna before he could exit and the look on his face seemed rather serious. With his voice low, Kita simply said “She needs to be back by 7. If she comes home hurt in any way, I’m benching you” he said sternly and that was enough for him to feel his skin crawl under his tracksuit jacket. Suna nodded, understanding that he really wasn’t kidding and that he definitely bench him. 

Kita turned around and opened the door for them both to leave the changerooms. They walked together side-by-side and from a distance, he could see your short figure walking up to both of them. You looked different today, your hair was sitting on your shoulders and a pair of gold-rimmed glasses he was yet to see was sitting on the bridge of your nose. You were clad in your uniform with an oversized pink knit cardigan overtop. Was that a new cardigan you were wearing? He’s never seen it before either. 

Kita smiled at the sight of you skipping up to them and he watched you two exchange high fives and he gave you a brief little speech about staying late. You nodded along and Suna stood by and watched Kita ruffle your hair making you whine cutely. 

He wanted to do that.

You waved goodbye to your cousin and Kita looked at Suna and gave him a firm nod before turning back and making his way towards the gym doors. You turned back and faced Suna, your hands behind your back as you made your way towards him with a warm smile. “Hey there” you greeted and stood in front of him, looking up so you could look at him clearly. Suna couldn’t help but look at you weirdly, why were you acting as nothing happened? Shouldn’t you be upset with him? “Hi, let’s go?” god, why was he so forward. 

You hummed and shook your head, making him furrow his eyebrows in confusion, “do you not wanna go anymore? I can drop you off if you want-” You rolled your eyes, “I don’t see you for a week and you’re already trying to get rid of me?” you questioned and narrowed your eyes at him. Suna felt his heart wrench as your lips pouted. 

He shook his head, “n-no” he stuttered. Your eyes perked up and you watch his cheeks heat up (potentially from embarrassment, but you're not going to assume) and look away. 

You chuckled and grabbed his wrist and pulled him to follow behind you. What made you so bold today? Probably from the unexpected pep talk you had with Goshiki that morning.

“You don’t need him Ln-senpai! If he thinks he can just look over you and all your greatness and beauty and not acknowledge how beautiful you are and how your very presence graces this dull world then send his ass to KFC! You are a woman senpai! A beautiful woman who deserves everything. Not a value menu that has a 20% off discount!”

Did his speech make sense? Sure. You’ll take it over Tendou’s “cut his dick off if he does you dirty queen” text message sent with the confetti effect on imessage followed by a bunch of knife emojis that was honestly more threatening rather than comforting.

You pulled him out of the gym and Shin gave you a look before shaking it off and locking up the gym doors. From the corner of your eyes, you could see the twins sending winks your way before snickering and walking off. You rolled your eyes and stopped when you reached the doors of the school. 

You turned around and faced Suna who looked very lost and confused. “Let’s not go to the convenience store today, let’s go somewhere else,” you say. Suna nodded slowly, “okay? Where do you wanna go?” he asked.

Just then, you lifted up your other hand and it was only then that Suna noticed you carrying a small pink lunch tote. You let go of his wrist and tucked some strands your hair behind you ear, “we haven’t had lunch together in a week and you had a meeting today again so we couldn’t do anything today either and well..” you trailed off and looked up at him and shrugged, “I figured we could make up for lost time” you muttered. 

Suna felt his chest tighten, not only because you were absolutely adorable and it was making him lose his mind, but it almost seemed like you were the one trying to apologize to him when you didn’t do anything wrong. He did.

You frowned as you looked at how subtly his face dropped. As upset as you were, you understood that he wasn’t ready to tell you whatever he was meaning to hide. He wasn’t obligated to tell you anything and you understand that. A small smile creeping up on your lips, “let’s go eat at the park near my house. The one we walk by all the time. Saves you the trouble of worrying if you’re gonna get home on time or not” you laughed slightly.

Suna couldn’t say no to you, so here were the two of you now. Eating and sitting in front of the other with the bento’s you had prepared on the table. The park was as busy as it usually would be during the afternoon. The atmosphere felt warm as the sky was slowly settling into hues of orange with peaks of pink seeping through. Suna watched you happily eat the bento you had prepared and listened attentively as you told him about everything he missed during your week and you did the same when he talked about his. 

A part of him couldn’t help but admire how pretty you looked in front of him. Suna was lying when he told the twins that you were a 7. You were beyond a 7 and beyond whatever scale they had given him. It was a rare sight to see you with your glasses and partnered with that oversized pink cardigan? You were adorable. 

You tilted looked up from your food and stopped mid-sentence when you saw him just look at you with what seemed to be a fond look in his eyes. But you could’ve just been mistaken, maybe you need to have your prescription checked again. “Rin, what’s wrong?” you asked. At the sound of his name, Suna blinked snapped back into reality and was met with your concerned look. “W-what?” You chuckled, “you zoned out Rin, everything okay?” you asked.

Rin.

He liked the way his name rolled off your lips. 

He shook his head, “I’m fine, sorry. This is really good by the way, I didn’t think you could cook” he said as an attempt to change the subject. You rolled your eyes but you looked away. “As much as I want you to believe I’m some great chef, Granny helped me with most of it” you confessed sheepishly. 

He chuckled and poked the sausage that was cut up into a little octopus with his chopsticks, “Well, you did tell me that you burned rice once so maybe I thought too highly of you to make a full meal” he teased. You scoffed and grabbed his bento, “if you’re not gonna appreciate the chef then you don’t deserve the food” you huffed. Suna rolled his eyes and grabbed yours, “guess I’ll have to eat yours then” he said and shoved some rice into his mouth. Your jaw dropped at his actions, “Hey!”

As the day went on, you both began to feel at ease and comfortable once again with each other's presence. The harmony that flowed around between you two was coming back and was settling into its familiar rhythm. You two continued to chat as if nothing happened. Laughing at anything and everything you found remotely hilarious under the sun. Suna felt warm. He was here, with you, and everything felt okay. With both your bento’s empty and tucked neatly away into your lunch bag and the sun settling down and giving a wake-up call for the stars to come out, it was about time for Suna to bring you home.

The walk back to your place was comfortable. There was no tension in the air or any awkwardness in the atmosphere. It was simply peaceful. You were walking beside him and rambling on about something that had happened to you in class that day. It was slightly cooler and the winds were colder and he had noticed early on that you kept pulling at the ends of your cardigan at an attempt to get some more warmth from it. It would’ve just been rude for him to let you be cold, Kita would kill him if you got sick.

It took you by surprise to see Suna slipping off his volleyball jacket and shoving it into your hands. He was wearing a hoodie under it anyway, he didn’t mind. A part of him was just curious about how his jacket would fit you too and what kind of fool would you be to reject an oversized jacket? It was just extra points that happened to be from the boy that you liked.

Suna nodded along to what you were saying, but he couldn’t help the sudden urge to just grab your hand out of his system. You were walking so close to each other. Your shoulders kept brushing past and your hands were right there. 

But with the events that happened this past weekend, he didn’t wanna overstep any boundaries. He was still too cautious that he would mess up and make you upset all over again. With the thought of his actions, Suna suddenly felt a little ball of guilt eat him up. He never stopped feeling bad about what he did. Kita’s words rang through his head, he needed to learn how to communicate better and not deal with everything all on his own. Maybe he really was a coward for letting such a dumb fear eat him up.

In the midst of your talk about how much you despise your math class, you turned to look at Suna and saw how troubled he looked. He didn’t even look like he was listening anymore and seemed to be having some sort of internal battle with himself. 

You furrowed your eyebrows and grabbed his wrist to stop walking. “Rin, what’s wrong?” you asked, concern lacing the tone of your voice. You both never really brought up what had happened. Maybe you were just too caught up in having a good time but you were honestly content with the reasons he gave you. If he wasn’t ready then he wasn’t ready. 

Suna however felt like he owed you so much more than his apology that he already struggled to explain. 

Suna stared down at you for a moment, the unreadable expression on his face that only made you more confused. It was quiet for a moment, the only sound to be heard was the wind blowing by and the trees rustling.

Nothing would have prepared you for the way he turned around and pulled the arm that was holding his wrist and pulling you into his chest. His hands wrapped around your shoulders as he held you just a little bit tighter. He was a bit stiff, but you couldn’t put that against. He wasn’t the type of person to initiate things like this.

“I’m sorry”

Your body froze, something about his tone was different. It was vulnerable.

You stayed quiet, letting yourself relax slowly in his hold.

“F-fuck, I’m really sorry. I said I wasn’t good with words right? S-so I’m trying to explain now because you deserve it but I don’t even know why I did it. I’m sorry, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to make you upset at all, I was just caught up with myself and I didn’t consider what I was doing to you. You didn’t deserve that. I like being around you and I’m sorry” He pulled away and one of his hands dropped to your waist and fiddled with the material of his jacket. You watched as his free hand dug deep into his pockets and you watched him pull something out. 

“It’s kind of pathetic if you ask me and it’s also kind of ugly but-” he grabbed one of your arms and dropped the object into the palms of your hands. Your eyes widened at the little paper craft,

It was an origami strawberry.

It was small, it fit perfectly inside on the palms of your hand. You could see that he struggled with making it. The leaves were slightly bent and the tip of the strawberry was ripping off. There were lots of creases all in the wrong places and even the seeds were drawn on. 

But it still melted your heart. 

“I read somewhere about 1000 paper cranes for a wish and well, cranes are kind of hard and I didn’t have enough paper to make 1000 and-god this is so embarrassing-” he muttered the last part but gained enough courage to look up at you and meet your eyes. Your eyes were soft and patient. “I wished that you wouldn’t hate me. Or that, this wouldn’t y’know...make everything all weird between us. I like you-or well uh- being around you at least and I-I know you joke about it all the time but please don't-” 

Suna paused when he felt you wrap your arms around his waist once again, hugging him back but just a little bit tighter. The small confession not even going through your mind because your attention was too focused on the way his words were making you melt. 

“You’re an idiot” you mumbled into his chest and hugged him a bit tighter. Your words made his stomach drop, but that feeling went away when you pulled back and looked at him with a smile. A smile that said you understood. 

“I’m never gonna force you to tell me anything you don’t want to tell me” You repeated but this time it felt different, it felt warmer. 

“I’m never gonna hate you. I know how you are Rin, you’re not good with your words and I get that. You could've sent me a text but you didn’t. You went out of your way with the flowers and even the little note and this adorable fucking strawberry is more than enough” you laughed but you could feel your eyes watering up slightly with the overwhelming amount of emotions you were feeling all at once. “You don’t need to keep apologizing to me okay? I understand. Thank you,” you smiled. Suna stared down at you. Nodding slowly and you chuckled and fell into his arms once again.

This time, he was the one who held you a bit tighter.

“This side of you is cute you know, but It’s kinda ruining your whole tsundere image you’re going for. Bet the twins would make fun of you for being this thoughtful” you whispered jokingly, making him roll his eyes and huff a quiet “shut up” in annoyance. If only you knew the pain he endured for putting up with those twins. 

You both stayed like that for a little while longer. Holding each other and fitting so perfectly in the arms of the other. If it wasn’t for your phone dinging from a text from Shin asking where you were, Suna swore he would have held you there for the whole night. 

You pulled away first and tugged his hand, “come on, Shin wants me home now so let’s get going ‘kay? Don’t want you getting benched the whole season now do we?” you grinned and walked in front of him and tugged him along. 

Somehow in some way, your fingers slipped perfectly into his.

Suna could only feel the warmth rising in his chest, his daze fixed at the sight of his hands interlocked with yours. 

“Oh and Rin” you called out, making him snap back into reality.

Suna hummed, looking right back at you.

“Tell me when you’re ready, okay?”

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 

“Text me when you get up in your room safe”

You turned around to him with a quizzical expression before letting out a chuckle, “I’m in front of my house Rin, I got here in one piece” you said and motioned your free hand towards yourself to prove that you were indeed, uninjured. Suna rolled his eyes and bit the inside of his cheek, “you’re clumsy remember, you might fall or something” he muttered and looked away.

You grinned and squeezed his hand, “Awe, look at you caring for me and my wellbeing. My ears might be deceiving me but it sounds like you’re in love with me” you teased and swung your hands together back and forth.

Suna huffed, his mind not properly functioning when the words fell out of his mouth.

“yeah probably”

Simultaneously, his eyes and yours widened and you both froze. 

Both you and Suna blinked at each other twice. Your eyes looked down at your hands that were still interlocked and looked up at his face that was fully drained of any colour. Your heart was beating rapidly against your chest and Suna began to question the very point of his existence.

“W-what?”

“Uh-”

“Y-you said-”

“A-ah I-”

“Oi!” you both jumped and instinctively Suna pulled you closer to him. You looked at up him briefly before turning around to see Granny waiting by the gate with an impatient but also teasing glint in her eyes. “It’s almost 7:30 Yn-chan! You almost missed bingo night! Kiss ya little friend goodnight and come in before Shin and I eat all the mochi we left for ya” she called out but you could hear the teasing tone in her voice.

“C-coming!” you yelled back. Your face was piping hot and you wanted the ground to swallow you whole from the amount of embarrassment and flusteration you were feeling at that moment. 

Granny nodded and walked back inside, and looked up at Shin who was standing with his arms crossed on the porch. Granny walked back to him with a victorious smile on her lips as she gave him a thumbs up. Granny knew what she was doing and she knew what she saw. She’s gonna call and gossip to your mother.

You gulped and took a step back and looked back at Suna. He was still frozen and his mind was racing at what just happened and he too, wanted the ground to swallow him whole. “I-I uh, I guess I gotta go?” you winced, but the tone of your voice made it sound like you were asking a question. Suna nodded, “y-yeah, goodnight I guess” he muttered as he looked away and you watched his face heat up. 

You were both so embarrassed but neither one wanted to let go of the others hand. 

Suna figured he couldn’t keep you out all night and just as he was about to let go of your hand, a sudden wave of confidence went through your veins and you just went ‘fuck it.’

You pulled his arm down towards you taking him back. His eyes widened, “what are you-” you stood slightly on your tippy-toes and kissed his cheek which made him shut up instantly. “That’s for today, thanks. goodbye.” you said frantically. 

Suna froze, too much in shock and his mind was still in the middle of trying to register what just happened and watched as you let go of his hand and covered your face furiously blushing and running off to your gate and slamming it shut.

He stared blankly at the gate door and blinked twice as an attempt to get himself back to reality. He brought his hands up to his cheeks that were on fire. His mind kept replaying the way your soft lips kissed his cheek and could feel the slightest residue of your lip gloss still on his cheek. 

Shit, you really had him wrapped around your finger. 

“Idiot” 

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 

a/n: BYE STOP IM SO SINGLE THIS IS SAD AND I AM DEVASTATED.

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