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wishmemel · 1 year ago

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so high school, ft. fushiguro megumi

synopsis: you’ve known megumi, nobara, and yuuji since freshman year of high school, but it's only recently that you and megumi have started realizing that your feelings might run deeper than friendship (that is, if either of you have the courage to make the first move...) tags: megumi x f! reader, non-curse au, this might be from megumi's pov idk, friends to lovers, all fluff, all characters are about 17, reader is an older sibling, megumi being his usual reserved self, reader is more bubbly, definitely self-indulgent (reader is a sanrio lover), probably ooc but this is just for fun, no beta reader so let me know if there’s any errors cw: i don't think there are any? please let me know if you spot anything, i'll add it! wc. 5.9k posted: 22/10/23 a/n: i've been working on this fic forever and i didn't think i was going to post it at first tbh... most of my fics stay in the drafts but i spent a little more than 2 weeks on this so i thought why not. also, yes, i know you can't legally drive a car in japan at 17, but we will ignore that for the sake of the fic!

Megumi chewed his lower lip, feeling the weight of the necklace stored in the lower pocket of his black backpack.

He and Yuuji had stopped by a comic book store before school started at the latter’s insistence—Megumi had already stopped by yesterday and picked up the copy he’d wanted in secret, stashed underneath his pillow—so he’d split from Yuuji and made his way to the Hello Kitty Shibuya store a few feet down. He didn’t want his friend to see the romance mangas that he was interested in, and he’d already spent most of his allowance on the two copies he’d bought yesterday. He didn’t want to be tempted any more.

Stepping into the store, dressed in all black, heavy eye bags present, his hair unkempt and spiky, he must have frightened the employees, but they’d done their best to greet him with a cheery smile and welcomed him inside. Megumi had pulled down his snapback and wandered around, wondering what he was doing flipping through a rack of cinnamoroll earrings.

By the time he was at the front counter, ears red, using the last of his allowance to buy a pink heart-shaped necklace of My Melody, he was convinced that he was insane. It was the last one on the shelf and it was… expensive, to say the least. He almost put it back on the shelf after seeing the price, but he hesitated, your sweet smile flashing in his mind. To see you rave and gush about him buying this necklace for you, which was supposedly out of stock everywhere online… Well, he really wanted to see your smile.

The employees at the register giggled over his flushed expression and prodded him about who he was buying it for, when he would give it to you, if you were already his girlfriend or if you were just a friend. They wrapped it in a pink box with a white satin ribbon and he left the store with the tiny amount of dignity he had remaining, his ears brick red from dodging all their suggestive questions.

He hardly remembers stuffing the box deep in his backpack, underneath a spare sweater he keeps in his bag, and rushing over to the manga store with his hands in his pockets, nonchalantly waiting for Yuuji outside as if he’d never left.

They’d walked to school together, chattering away: well, it was mostly just Yuuji talking. Megumi listened, but that was the way he preferred it.

He couldn’t remember a time when he’d ever been labelled talkative. Even as a child, Gojo, his guardian, had complained about Megumi’s blunt and silent nature. Yuuji didn’t mind the silence—it just meant that he had a chance to talk. Nobara despised it—she was always rolling her eyes or pressing him about one thing or the other. When it came to you, you liked the comfortable silence. You didn’t feel the need to fill it with conversation, and even when you did, it was because you wanted to, not because of some awkwardness that you felt between the two of you.

The two boys met up with you and Nobara, both of you bleary-eyed and early at school for once.

The two of you had this awful habit of staying up late and talking on the phone to get your homework done and then waking up hours after school had started, practically missing your first period classes.

Megumi and Yuuji used to wait outside the gate for you two in the beginning, but now they knew you too well and usually headed inside, talking at Megumi’s locker. On the off chance that one of you arrived on time, you knew exactly where to find them.

“Where were you two?” you asked, tilting your head to the side with a confused scrunch of your brows. “We looked for you at your locker, but you weren’t there. Nobara and I actually got to school on time! Aren’t you proud?”

Despite your weariness, your makeup was always done to perfection, uniform ironed and straightened, hair silky and shining underneath the scorching sun, so Megumi always thought you looked good.

It was just recently that you had started looking beautiful instead of nice and seemed more funny than even his best friend, Yuuji.

“Megumi and I ran to the comic book store,” Yuuji said, eyes lighting up with excitement. “I got the one-hundred-fifteenth edition of Human Earthworm. Basically, in this edition, Worm Man falls in love with this woman, but there’s a catch! She’s also half-worm, but she’s a worm from the top half of her body and the bottom half—“

“Itadori,” Nobara barks. “It’s too early in the morning for your SuperWorm stories.”

Nobara glares at him, looking like she hadn’t even had time to do her makeup.

Yuuji peers at her. “You look kind of… sick.”

Nobara’s eyes flare with uncontrolled rage and she leaps on Yuuji’s back, wrapping her legs around his waist as she pulls at his pink hair. “Do you want me to kill you?”

Megumi sighs while Yuuji laughs and dodges Nobara’s advances. You just giggle, your arm brushing against Megumi’s, though he wonders if he’s the only one who notices the warmth of your skin on his.

The bell rings, startling them, and Nobara slowly unlatches herself from Yuuji. You bound over to her and fix her hair and she allows you patiently.

“Good?” she asks, checking her phone’s reflection.

“Good?” Yuuji mocks, patting down his own hair.

“You both look hot,” you affirm, giggling at Nobara’s murderous look. You tuck a strand of hair behind her ear and check your phone. Your expression brightens as you glance over at Megumi. “Megs and I have Chem together first. We have a lab today, remember?”

He doesn’t return your smile, mostly because he’s starstruck at the sight, but nods slowly to let you know he’s heard.

Nobara groans. “Yuuji and I have Gym first,” she gripes.

You snort, flicking her cheek. “I don’t want to know why you would ever decide to take that class.”

“It’s not bad or hard,” she defends, but then she puts her fist up and grits her teeth. “But there’s this really stupid teacher who always picks on me for being a woman. He thinks I’m slower ‘cause I have a vagina and that makes me want to pull out his hair.”

“And he hates me because he always says I’m cheating during our run,” Yuuji complains. “It’s not my fault I’ve trained a lot!”

You laugh again before bouncing over to Megumi and wrapping a hand around his bicep. “Let’s go,” you insist. “We have to get the seat at the back before Miwa gets there again! Last time, she took my spot and she knows it’s my spot. I always sit there!”

You drag him with you, calling your goodbyes to a stunned Yuuji and Nobara, the two aware of how much Megumi hates physical touch. They wait, watching for their friend to remove your hand, but he never does. The two exchange nervous looks as they follow you through the front doors.

You’re sitting on a large boulder, your back to him, as you listen to Yuuji and Nobara’s insistent speech. He can almost imagine your confused look: your eyebrows scrunched, lips pouty.

The three of you haven’t spotted him yet, nonchalantly strolling towards you, hands tucked in his pocket, but even at this distance he can hear what the pair are telling you.

“You cannot touch Megumi,” Nobara insists. “He hates being touched.”

“The last time I tried to hug him, he squeezed my wrist so hard I thought it’d break,” Yuuji points out, cradling his arm. “He hates physical touch.”

Megumi sighs and rolls his eyes.

Just when he’d started getting close to someone, his cursed friends had to interfere. Even if their intentions are in the right place, can’t they mind their own business? He isn’t exactly the people-pleasing type: if he’s letting you touch him, it’s on purpose.

Both Nobara and Yuuji share exactly one brain cell, he thinks.

“Oh… really?” Is he imagining the hint of disappointment in your tone? “Ah, I didn’t know. Okay… I’ll try to keep my distance from now on. Thanks for telling me.”

“What are you three talking about?” he asks, stopping at your back.

You still as his leg brushes against your back. You tilt your head back, meeting his eyes with a tentative smile. He’s awestruck all over again, like every time you flash him that smile.

“You,” Nobara answers truthfully, taking his attention off of you.

Yuuji elbows her and laughs awkwardly. “She’s kidding. W-we were talking about Human Earthworm 5! Yeah, Human Earthworm. Obviously. I told them we should go see the fifth—“

You roll your eyes, watching him take a large step over the boulder to stand next to Yuuji. “I don’t know why they’re lying. We were just talking about where to go for lunch. Yesterday, Nobara and I got to pick and we went out for sushi, remember? We thought you guys might have a preference today.”

“That’s what we were talking about,” Yuuji affirms quickly with a painfully bright smile. Megumi isn’t so awestruck at the sight.

There’s a collective moment of silence; they’re all holding their breath, waiting for his answer.

He looks at you. You give him an innocent smile, blinking, and he finds it slightly frightening how easily you can lie to his face like that.

“Okay.” Megumi shrugs, accepting your words. “I’m in the mood for tteokbokki,” he says, despite his lack of allowance, if only to change the topic. He remembers Yuuji salivating over the thought of the street food yesterday in Math class, even after lunch.

“There’s a place near here that has corn dogs and tteokbokki,” Nobara mentions, checking the Maps app on her phone. “It’s a five minute walk.”

“I want tteokbokki with a boiled egg,” Yuuji announces eagerly.

“Tteokbokki is best with egg,” Nobara agrees. “Wanna share?”

“I want the whole egg,” Yuuji warns.

“You can spare me half,” she insists. “I want it too!”

“If we want to go, then we should go now,” you interrupt. “We only have thirty minutes left.”

Both Nobara and Yuuji start bickering over their order and you take that chance to sneak a quick glance at your phone, frowning at the recurring texts you’ve been receiving.

Megumi looks to you, eyes catching onto the worried crease between your eyebrows. You put away your phone at his watchful gaze.

“Sorry,” you say, feigning a smile. “Let’s go.”

He nods, wondering if he should ask you why you had that concerned look in your eyes. But Megumi isn’t good at words; he always stumbles and trips over them and can never quite get his thoughts out properly, unlike you. He’s always admired the eloquent and seemingly veritable way you speak, even when you lie. You’re always able to put on a mask.

He’s not so good with words, so in a rare display of bravery, he resorts to offering you his hand, as if extending his heart to you. His ears turn red as he looks away from you, realizing that Yuuji and Nobara have stopped arguing long enough to watch.

You blink uncertainly, then beam up at him and take his hand.

Your hand is warm in his and much much softer than the callouses that roughen his. Often, you offer him hand lotion in Chemistry and he hasn’t the heart to refuse you. You squeeze a dollop of the rose-scented cream in his hand before doing the same on your own. He gets the pleasure of watching you beam as the two of you rub the lotion into your palms. As a result of your generosity, his hands have been feeling softer than usual.

You thank him for the gesture and he just shrugs, bumping shoulders with you as you enter the address into your Maps app, trying to avoid the awkward atmosphere in the air.

“We can get two eggs,” Nobara attempts, to break the tension.

Yuuji agrees immediately with no argument.

The jewelry box feels especially heavy in Megumi’s bag.

When the three of you reach the restaurant, Yuuji and Nobara immediately fight over who’s paying for the extra eggs. Nobara insists that it should be Yuuji who pays because he should be the one paying penance, while Yuuji wants to split the cost in half. The two of them bicker a little more, embarrassing you and Megumi in front of the cashier before they place their order, and then continue to do so while taking a seat at a table for four.

You just sigh and muster your brightest smile to make up your friends. Megumi hovers closely behind you as you place your order, feeling slightly protective of you in front of the handsome male noting your order.

The man is tall, maybe taller than Megumi himself, and he has this air of easiness that Megumi instantly dislikes. What, with his eager grins and frequent winks sent your way, it’s clear that he just can’t—won’t—take a hint. His name tag reads Haru, which has many many meanings, but the one Megumi decides on is sun. He’s overwhelmingly sunny, much like Yuuji. But while Yuuji’s is a natural sunniness, a disposition that comes easily to him, Haru has this overbearing nature, like when he leans over the register to take your cash and purposely lets your fingers brush his. He has these charming chocolate-coloured curls and he keeps brushing them out of his big, dark eyes. Even through his instant dislike, Megumi can’t help comparing himself to the man.

He keeps wondering: Is this your type? Would you be interested in someone like this, so sunny and bright, almost as much as you are?

“A mozzarella corn dog with cinnamon sugar and the small tteokbokki, no egg,” you’re confirming, cutting through the jealous haze that is his thoughts. You glance back at him, finally taking his attention off of Haru. “Want anything?”

“Naah, I ate earlier,” he says with a shake of his head, sidling closer so that your back brushes against his chest. You startle slightly, but don’t move away. Haru’s smile falters a little. Megumi wants to stick his tongue out at him petulantly like a little kid who’s just won a game of rock, paper, scissors.

Somehow, Megumi can tell you see through his lie, likely because you’ve been with him for almost the entire day, but you don’t argue and he quickly pulls out his phone and distracts himself with the Weather app so that you won’t suspect him further.

A forecast of rain, he notices, startling.

He usually stores an umbrella or two in his bag because he knows you never bring one—it doesn’t rain as often as you’d like, but even when it does, you enjoy the water soaking you to the bone. Megumi usually watches you, Nobara, and Yuuji splash in puddles, his black umbrella already opened up to keep him dry. When the three of you get tired or cold, you can count on him to lend you one, and you often plaster yourself to his side, getting his clothes wet as your teeth chatter underneath the umbrella.

His fond expression breaks when you nudge his shoulder and the two of you make your way to the table where your friends are already seated, Nobara sitting cross-legged on the seat to face Yuuji, hands waving about animatedly.

“You know, you were checking that guy out for an awfully long time,” you tease with a cheeky smile.

Megumi’s mind doesn’t put two and two together. In fact, he feels like it might be short-circuiting. “What?”

None of what you’re saying makes sense to him—isn’t it so obvious that he’s interested in you?

“You know, Megs, if you’re gay, you just have to tell me,” you say solemnly, trying not to let your face crack. “I’m sure Nobara and Yuuji will also support you. Nobara likes girls, and, besides, that’s what friends are for. We’re here for you, even if you’re into the douchey cashier.”

“You thought he was douchey?” he blurts, the only thing that his brain seems to process.

“So, you are gay!” you exclaim, slapping your receipt onto the table where Nobara and Yuuji are sitting. They jump at the thump sound the receipt makes on the table, their conversation interrupted.

“Fushigoru’s gay?” Nobara asks skeptically with a raised brow as she turns around to face the two of you. An amused smile plays on her mouth. “I knew it. I called it first!”

“I said it first!” Yuuji protests. “Remember when he punched Kai in the face and I said that he did it because he thought his was was just too pretty to—“

“I’m not gay,” Megumi snaps, cheeks on fire. “And I don’t like Kai!”

You stifle a giggle, sliding your receipt in Nobara’s direction. “I got a corndog and tteokbokki. We can share.”

Nobara scans the receipt with a raised brow, letting Yuuji read off her shoulder. “Another phone number?” she teases slyly.

“What?” you and Megumi blurt at the same time.

Megumi snatches the receipt from her freshly-manicured nails and his eyes widen in horror at the series of numbers that are, indeed, printed at the bottom in black pen next to a winky emoji. Beside him, you cringe and Megumi crushes it up in his palm and shoves it into his pocket.

He raises a brow, sliding into the booth, and asks, “Did you want that?”

You shake your head almost immediately and follow after him, sitting across from Nobara. She taps the side of your sneaker with her own and you look her way long enough to see a mischievous glint enter her eyes.

“You’ve just been collecting phone numbers left and right, haven’t you?” Nobara sings, wiggling her brows at you to break the silence. “Quite the player, aren’t you?”

“This is the first number I’ve gotten all year,” you protest, cheeks flushing with embarrassment. “You know that—you guys are always with me!”

“What about the guy at the vending machine yesterday?” Yuuji asks.

“Kai?” you ask in disbelief. “He’s not—We aren’t—”

Megumi blurts, “Kai asked you out yesterday?”

You groan aloud, burying your face in your hands. “No, he didn’t! He just expressed his interest. I told him I didn’t like him and we left it at that.”

And here Megumi was thinking that the guy had learned his lesson—It was true that Megumi had punched him in the face, but not for the reasons that Yuuji predicted. If Yuuji had truly heard what Kai had said about you, he wouldn’t be nearly as lax with his teasing remarks. And, fine, it was true—Kai did have somewhat of a pretty face and Megumi did have this tiny inkling that Kai had feelings for you, but he’d done his best to ignore that small, jealous whisper and tuck it aside. He never imagined that Kai would act on his feelings.

Maybe Megumi hadn’t punched him hard enough.

Megumi removes his snapback and places it on the table, rubbing the material between his fingertips to soothe the burning in his chest.

Yuuji raises an eyebrow, a mischievous smile playing on his mouth. He looks like he’s about to make another unnecessary comment, but he’s interrupted by Haru, the cashier, serving them their lunch on a long, silver tray.

You make eye contact with him and suddenly regret your decision to sit on the outside of the booth when he smiles at you for long moments while serving, explaining each and every dish with precise detail to you and only you. He flatly ignores your friends and keeps his eyes locked onto you, even while serving—you’re half afraid he might drop something that way. On the positive side, he knows exactly what he’s talking about—each dish, each flavour, each part is explained down to a T.

You know more about canned Coca-Cola now than you ever have in your entire life. Who knew that the drink used to contain cocaine before 1929? Not you. But you’re thinking you could use some right now to get out of this awkward situation.

On the negative side—Yuuji is stifling his laugh, Nobara looks like she might explode any moment now, and Megumi… Megumi is glaring daggers at the man who ignores the icy look and continues his long-winded speech.

You break eye contact and try not to roll your eyes as you lock gazes with Yuuji across the table. He gives you a knowing look, pressing his trembling lips together to hold in the laughter that dances in his eyes.

He seems to be saying this is all your fault.

You just sigh, a smile tugging at your lips. “I’ll pay for your eggs," is what you mouth back at him.

Yuuji’s smile widens and he makes out, “Deal!”, right back at you.

Haru has only just moved on to explaining how tteokbokki is made in their kitchen when Megumi tucks his black snapback onto your head, bringing it down to cover your view. He opens his mouth to argue but is interrupted by Nobara who snaps, “I think we know what we ordered. And Chef doesn’t seem like it’s part of your job description.”

The silence that befalls the restaurant makes your face burn hot with embarrassment. You sigh and cover your face with your hands, wishing a hole would appear in the floor so you could crawl into it, roll around, and just die.

Megumi is not sure whether to feel grateful to Nobara for speaking up or annoyed because he was going to say something first.

Haru mumbles, “It’s not. I’m a server.”

“I think we can handle it from here,” Yuuji coughs awkwardly.

“Thank you,” you mutter under your breath, nudging Megumi with your knee.

“Thanks,” Megumi repeats tersely, unpleasantly reminded of the existence of social etiquette.

“Men take a hint,” Nobara mutters, glaring at Haru’s retreating back. “Level: impossible.”

You snort under a breath and point a set of packaged chopsticks at her. “And you made fun of me for rejecting Kai. He also wouldn’t take a hint and was incredibly insistent—I mean, what kind of guy waits outside of class for you every. single. day. after you reject him?”

Nobara slides her tteokbokki in her direction, seeing as how all of the dishes are placed in a spot advantageous to you. You give both her and Yuuji a pair of chopsticks, then push Megumi’s smaller tteokbokki dish towards him.

“Megumi and I wait outside your classes for you,” Yuuji points out, breaking apart his chopsticks with a skeptical eyebrow raised.

Indeed, Megumi is frozen, awaiting your response with bated breath.

Do you find him creepy or weird when he waits for you? He’d always thought you might appreciate having someone to walk to your classes and chatter with, especially when Nobara isn’t around. He hadn’t considered the fact that you might think of him as a creep…

“You and Megumi don’t count,” you insist, glancing at him with your brows furrowed. “We’re friends. It’s different. Kai would bring me a different flavoured chocolate each day and deliberately hand it out in front of a group of guys that are known to gossip. He’d make these stupid comments, put his hand on my shoulder, and act like we were dating.”

You unwrap a set of chopsticks, snap them in half and offer them to Megumi who takes them with a troubled look.

“Stop it,” you argue, nudging his leg with yours. “I already told you: I’m uncomfortable when Kai does it. You guys are my friends—it’s not any different than when Nobara waits for me.”

“Preach,” Nobara says solemnly, shoving another rice cake in her mouth. Yuuji startles and protests at the fact that he’s been too busy conversing with you to even have a bite, but Nobara just sticks her tongue out at him petulantly.

So now he’s being compared to Nobara, Megumi sulks. He’s not sure which is worse—being likened to a creep or to Nobara.

You nudge him with your elbow this time, shooting him an effortless smile. “Come on, cut out the whole protective older brother thing. I can see it in your face. Nothing happened, Megs.”

Megumi starts, then just nods, though he hadn’t been thinking of Haru. Unfortunately, your words do nothing to ease his mind.

Now you’re referring to him as your older brother… He can’t say he’s not used to it, but… he doesn’t want to be your older brother, nor does he want to act like one.

Nobara smirks. “Yeah, Megs, listen to your—”

He kicks her shin from across the table and her eyes blow wide. “Hey! You didn’t do anything when…” Nobara’s train of thought is cut off when Yuuji elbows her. She settles for glaring at Megumi with a look that says I’ll get you back.

Megumi looks indifferent to her nonverbal threat as he takes the first bite from his meal. Seeing him eat spurs you into action and you open up the container with your mozzarella corn dog.

He knows you see Nobara as a fun, sister-like figure: someone you can laugh with, go shopping with, and call whenever you need advice, gossip, or a pick-me-up. With Nobara, your time flies by in seconds, the two of you always busy giggling and laughing on FaceTime.

You see Yuuji as a younger brother: someone to indulge and take care of, especially because Megumi doesn’t humour him and Nobara bickers with him day and night, much like a sibling would. You ruffle his hair when you’re pleased with him, making him beam, and you graciously tag along to the movie theater with him when a new Human Earthworm movie is released, since he and Nobara staunchly refuse whenever Yuuji pleads.

So, maybe Megumi’s role has been predetermined from the start. He’s always been overprotective of his friends and he nags like a mother hen, especially when it comes to you. Whenever you text him that you’re going out, accompanied with a few pictures, asking him what to wear, he always makes sure that you have your location on, your ringer on, that you aren’t on silent mode, or you haven’t muted his texts. He makes sure he knows exactly where you’re going, when you’ll be back; he makes sure his phone is always nearby so he never misses a text from you, in the rare case that you might message him to pick you up. After all, he is your group’s designated driver. He figures you might need him once in a while.

He chews his rice cakes slowly, trying to ignore the burn in his chest. He glances over at you, busy in conversation. The three of you are used to his frequent silence; you don’t take it as odd anymore, nor do you press for him to join the conversation. You all know he’ll speak up when he wants to.

Is he overbearing?

Actually… he’s not unlike you, in that sense.

You’re the first to remind Yuuji, as always, that he’s left his phone in Megumi’s car, or his books in the classroom, or that his hoodie is in his locker, as always, but you’d picked it up for him because you knew he’d forget. Before he can even tell you that he’s lost his pencil for the third time this week, you’re pressing one into his hands with a skeptical eyebrow raise that asks, anything else? He’s like a little puppy that you look after when no one else will.

With Nobara, he’s seen you often calling her when she’s alone in a taxi and she texts you that the driver is being weird. You stay on call with her, purposely raising your voice loud enough for the driver to hear you ask repeatedly, “Where are you? When are you getting here? We’re all waiting for you.” You always wait on her text that tells you she’s reached home safe before your shoulders loosen and you feel some of the tension leave you.

Before Megumi goes out, you’re over at his house, fussing over his clothes (the same ones he wore a day ago), his hair (that never seems to settle, no matter how much gel or hairspray you use), his face. You pinch his cheeks, tell him to go wash his face again because he still looks half-asleep, toss him a rose-scented lotion tube, straight from your bag, and insist that he keep it. You completely baby him.

And when the four of you go out for lunch, more often than not, it’s you who orders for the rest of them, Megumi tagging along sometimes, if only to insist on paying. You half-listen to their conversation, half-wonder when the food will arrive. And when it finally does, you’re the first to urge them to start: handing them their utensils, breaking apart their chopsticks, and reminding them to eat well.

You’re used to looking after others and putting their needs before your own, as the eldest daughter of your family. Megumi is overprotective as well, but he’s also hyper-independent, used to caring for himself without anyone else. Around you, he always finds his demeanor molding, softening—he acts more spoiled, more sulky, almost as if he’s trying to catch your attention, to make you fuss over him. And you do. You always indulge him, though he’s sure you can see right through his act.

You’re laughing at something Yuuji says when you notice him looking at you, as if he’s seeing you in a new light. You hold your corn dog up to him, a sweet smile on your face.

Megumi blinks, ears reddening, as he shakes his head. “N-no, I wasn’t—“

“Have some. It’s good,” you insist, and he can’t refuse you.

So he leans forward in his seat, his thigh brushing against yours—he shouldn’t feel so flustered by that action, right? But you’re still wearing his snapback on your head and it looks ridiculous on you, oversized and just barely hanging onto your head.

Sharing clothes or accessories isn’t new between the two of you either, nor are brief touches like his leg against yours. For some reason, he’s starting to feel hyper-aware of his every movement around you in a way that he doesn’t feel around Nobara, or even Yuuji.

Often, when the four of you have sleepovers or movie nights, typically held at Megumi’s house (he’s always playing host, but he’s grateful that you help out by always arriving an hour earlier with bags of snacks. Gojo adores you for that reason alone), you don’t shy away from physical touch. You’ve fallen asleep on his arm more times than he can count, laid your legs in Yuuji’s lap while the four of you argue over which movie to watch, and squeezed Nobara’s hand throughout countless horror movies.

And yet… Your thighs brushing through your jeans as he leans close is somehow the most intimate feeling he’s had since his kindergarten crush had hugged him tight on the playground in front of his friends.

You hold your corn dog up to his mouth and he takes a bite, relishing in the stretch of mozzarella as you pull the snack away from him with a laugh. He keeps his eyes locked on your lit smile, unaware of Yuuji and Nobara’s troubled gaze trained on him.

You’re like the sun; wherever you go, you shine so bright, making him want to reflect you: he can’t help smiling back.

Sharing food has never been a big deal between the four of you—well, three of you. Before you had found them and became involved in their little friend group, Megumi used to firmly refuse to drink from the same bottle as Nobara or eat from the same spoon as Yuuji, on account of “hygiene”, he claimed. Then you’d stumbled and tripped right into their world and the easy way you’d steal Yuuji’s gatorade from right under his nose and take a sip or share a bite of the cake pop you’d brought for lunch with Nobara had been enough to make him loosen up too, just enough. Eventually, he’d forgotten about that little rule, all because of you, with no shortage of teasing from Yuuji and Nobara.

He drinks from the same glass as you when you’re over at his house, and when you find yourself parched at school, he’s the first to offer to run to the convenience store and back in time for your first period class, Chemistry, which you share with him. The two of you often pass the drink back and forth in class and he tosses it out afterwards when you walk out together, complaining about the homework or the in-class lesson.

Although, he wonders absentmindedly, if you’re eating from the same spoon as him or sipping from the same can from him, can that be counted as… an indirect kiss?

His eyes are inexplicably drawn to your glossy lips as you beam at him and put together a string of words that flies right over his head. What if he leaned forward, just a little? The sparkles on your lips are illuminated by the warm lighting of the restaurant and he finds himself musing about the flavour of your gloss.

Cherry, perhaps? He’d like cherry. Or even strawberry might be nice, sweet and sugary, he thinks. Anything would do, if it was you.

You call his name again, snapping him out of his daze, and he stammers, “W-what?”

You giggle, tucking his snapback onto his head and covering his face. Why doesn’t he have a voice recording of that precious laugh of yours? “Idiot. I was asking if it was good!”

“Oh. Yeah. Yeah, it’s great,” he mumbles dazedly with no idea of what you’re talking about as he adjusts his hat.

He blinks, trying to clear the fog in his head as you wait expectantly, ignoring Yuuji and Nobara’s snickers in the background.

“I-it was really good. The corn dog, I mean,” he clarifies, gaze dipping to your lips again. “I liked it. But… Lunch is on me next time.”

You snort, looking satisfied with his answer. “Lunch is always on you. Pigs won’t start flying if you let me pay for your meal once.”

Megumi has what you call textbook manners when it comes to things like this; he’s overly stiff, overly formal. He can’t remember the last time he’d let any of you pay for him without returning the favour. It’s more than just a matter of his pride and ego (though that certainly plays a hand.) It’s the fact that he can’t fathom depending on any of you like that. He can’t accept this level of warmth or care without his mind whispering that it’s only a matter of time before you’ll all leave, just like his father, just like his mother.

He exhales deeply and pops open the can of Coca-Cola that you bought him. The bubbles hiss and fizzle before settling down. As soon as they do, he slides the can towards you with a jerk of his head: an order to take the first sip.

You give him an indulgent smile and follow his instructions, leaving behind a mauve stain on the can. Then, you push the can towards him with the same head jerk motion that he gave you. He resists the temptation of giving in to your antics and smiling as a result.

You’re messing with his head, he groans silently. He’s never going to be the same after this. More than that, he thinks, glancing towards Nobara and Yuuji who observe him with matching knowing looks, the two of them are never going to let him live this down.

Maybe you don't know it yet, but Megumi is yours.

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the sound of the applause

actor!eren x f!reader

**part of my method acting series

content: pain pre cursor.

an: songs mentioned - london boy by taylor swift, golden hour by jvke, girlfriend by avril lavigne. anyways. this chapter tame af. we are starting our demonic era. and no, you are not getting an eren pov until I say so. and I have covid so I am feeling extra evil and already writing the next one.

previous part linked here

You’re twelve years old the first time that you feel it.

You have hippies to thank for the entire ordeal. In your small, small town in Canada, there’s very little tension or importance on the arts. Singing, dancing, acting - like many places around the world - fall short to the highs and lows that come with sports.

Your middle school is no exception. A school that can barely spare money to fund a dying arts department, that begrudgingly offers one generalized art class that covers the basics of painting. Except when the hippy dippy parents in town petition, file a complaint with the mayor, they’re sequestered to include arts in all sectors that sports are included in.

A law that opens doors insanely. And creates the opportunity that exposes you to it. The singer showcase at the football pep rally.

And if you have to, you guess you have to thank food poisoning as well. Because Paulina, the original girl who was supposed to sing, was missing from first period that morning and you were all too quick to offer to take her spot.

They give you that pitchy, old black microphone and let you sing your heart out to one of your favorite old songs, At Last by Etta James. And when you open your eyes, the recollection of the performance is wiped from your mind seconds after you finish, and there’s only one thing you remember. It rings so hard, the sound so loud in your eardrums that it’s all you feel. The rush of the blood, the eyes staring back at you, and your cheeks burning.

When you think back, long and hard, that’s the first time it happens. The first time you feel it. It sits with you, that resounding pressure, that digs on you to give in. The need, the want, the infatuation with the rush you’re feeling.

And the obsession with the sound of the applause.

“Y/N. Wake up.”

You aggressively push your forehead into the plush of your pillow, creating a nice symphony of groaning songs in response to Danny, who is interrupting your beauty sleep.

“How long has it been?” you murmur into the pillow, the stinging in your head and the fatigue sitting in your body telling you it couldn’t have even been an hour.

“An hour. But I just realized, the bridge didn’t come out right when I was mixing so you have to record it again.”

“Can you come back in like three years? When I have the energy?” you groan.

“Y/N. I’ll see you in five down there.” he definitively states, shuffling out of your room.

Against every fiber of your being, you pull yourself out of the bed and drag yourself down to the studio, making it a point to glare at him as you re-record the bridge of the song you wrote yesterday. You give it a few tries, messing with the octaves and inflections, until you get a shining thumbs up, and wrap yourself into the blanket left on the couch.

“You write anything new?”

“Shut the fuck up.”

You hold out your green book to Danny, opening it to the page marked, at which your producer is already wrinkling his nose. He hasn’t even read the lyrics yet, but you’re sure the title - Cry - is already setting him off.

“You didn’t even read it yet.” you respond, frowning.

“I don’t have to read it to know it’s brilliant. But you were there in that meeting last week and you know this isn’t what we can push out.” he responds, turning back to his soundboard, half-pulling his headphones back onto his ear.

“Danny. I-I just haven’t been able to write songs like that lately. This is what’s coming out.”

After nearly a year of writing music and touring, Danny and Sareen have leaned heavily into your Lover Girl branding. An affectionate term used by your fans, but now the entirety of the breadth that you work with. You’re widely known for the lovey dovey, sweet songs you write so when anything that falls outside of that mold, it isn’t stuff Danny and Sareen appreciate.

But you haven’t been able to write any of that lately. Which only makes that resoundling, crackling, heavy pressure in your head worse. Like you’re defective.

He turns around in his swivel chair, taking the little bound book you’re holding out for him, as he starts flipping through the pages. The worn down book you were gifted on your birthday years ago is filled with every mess of lyrics you’ve written, though none of them are meeting the game plan that was set weeks ago.

That announcement sent everyone on your team into a frenzy, which was so far from your initial reaction.

First of all, it was a rumor. That you were one leg away from being a triple threat. Second, if it’s true, you’re ecstatic. Enthralled and honored and every feeling in between. That you were even in the consideration for being a triple threat, let alone a few feet away from it.

No one else on your team saw it that way. Your producer, Danny, saw this as a sign that you need to be making more music and faster. The songs you make take you weeks to write at this point, no thanks to the perfectionism that comes with writing the lyrics and working out the sound. He’s set a goal for you - to write one song everyday. It makes it - that impending doom in your head - ten pounds heavier.

Your manager, Sareen, is no better. She only took this as a sign that you need to start being more vigilant. A hard-assed woman in her forties, Sareen is all about work ethic. That staying determined is the only way that you will get through this. And she’s extremely blunt when she tells you so.

Stars don’t take breaks. If you want it that badly, you have to work harder. There’s six thousand things working against you, take it as a note that you need to be running faster. That you aren’t trying hard enough. Those are equivalent to dumbbells for that rock on your head, that you’re sure is responsible for pinching all your nerves.

And it’s a matter of proving yourself. To Sareen, Danny, Eren, and everyone who watches you.

You appreciate the push. It’s extremely draining, but worth it when your song releases are so anticipated that you’re selling millions of copies before the song comes out. Have sold out stadium tours, and are shortlisted for awards nearly every time you do something.

You wake up. Get ready for the show. Memorize lines in between shows, film when you don’t have shows. Write songs on flights, produce through voice memos since you’re hardly in one place at a time.

And when you think about it all, finally being a triple threat, finally getting to hear Eren say that he told you so like you said that first night on set together, it’ll all be worth it. It’ll be over.

You can stop running. You can stroll, swim, make the music you like. So you oblige. This is part of the process, you just have to push through. There’s an end goal in sight. And being near Eren is a part of it.

“Have you ever thought about writing a song about…Ricky James?” Danny asks, swinging around in his chair as he smiles at you.

You wrinkle your nose as you throw the closest thing, an empty CD case, at Danny as he laughs back.

“Ew, Danny. That’s so not a thing.”

Ricky James, an infinite, insurmountable amount of talent, was your co-star on your last movie, Little Women. A British singer-songwriter, who virtually blew up over night.

He was nice - definitely the charismatic, flirty type of co-star. You’re positive half of it is the accent. After the two of you started doing press for Little Women, everyone was swooning over the two of you together. At how you guys had a handshake, did your famous kiss scene in one take, and how in almost every interview, he made it a point to joke that he was in love with you.

You get it. It works well for the press, gets people talking about the movie. But you could never like a guy like Ricky James. Or anyone who wasn’t Eren, for that matter.

“I know it’s not a thing. You’re all goo goo ga ga over loverboy. But it’s the same thing that we did for Little Women. He used the fact that people like to speculate to his advantage. It wouldn’t hurt to do the same.” Danny responds, shrugging.

“I already do use that to my advantage. It’s no secret that I earned my whole Lover Girl branding from writing love songs about Eren.”

“Yeah, but you know how it’s been for Eren lately. Maybe it’s not the best thing that your name is attached to him anymore? For both of you?” Danny states.

Eren’s had a rough go of it lately. After Satellite Port failed and the joke they made at the awards show last year, he’s all but resigned into what you call hiding. He said that he’s just busy, focusing on landing new roles and getting more credits under his belt. You know that he recently signed a deal with Scott Clarkson to film five movies with his studio, which is promising.

But you know Eren too well. He’s retreating, hiding in all senses of the word. From you too. The texts he used to send you - good luck before every show, a good morning even though you were on different sides of the world - have ceased all together. And the few seconds you do catch him, he seems worlds away.

And it’s not just you who has caught onto it. The last time you saw Historia, when she came to watch your show, she mentioned that she was concerned about him, that she thinks he’s being a little bit self destructive by working with Stone Studios. That Scott Clarkson is not a good idea.

Granted, Scott Clarkson is buddy buddy with John. You know that’s a touchy subject for her and made it a point to bring it up to Eren. To see if he was okay. But you were flying out for a tour and forgot to. And then he started showing up in the press again, hanging out with the cast he’s been working with, so you figured it was fine. That he’s going out again, smiling in photos.

“That-that’s not true. He’s on the come up - he’s going to be the lead in the Gatsby remake that Stone Studios is doing. I’m sure he’ll get an award for it.”

“There’s no need to get defensive. I’m just saying it doesn’t hurt to expand your horizons. Triple threats are awarded for being versatile, not sticking with what’s easy. Maybe you just need to push the boundary of what you think you can do.” he says, giving your forehead a tap.

“It kind of feels like cheating to write a song about someone that’s not him.” you murmur, looking down at the pages in your hand. Eren’s handwriting is scribbled onto the invisible string page. Hell was the journey but it brought me heaven.

“You know, Sareen’s not too keen about this relationship. And I know that Eren’s team isn’t either.” Danny states.

“Who are they to tell us who we can date?”

“It’s not about who you can date. It-it’s about the image. Tying your name to his doesn’t exactly always work in your favor, Y/N. There’s no loyalty in an industry like this. And for Eren’s case, you’ve never really helped him in that sense. When you stand together, with the success you’ve had, all they see is a failure in Eren, when he’s really not even that bad.”

“People’s comparisons aren’t my fault. And Eren’s doing fine, he-he’s okay.”

“Now, he is. But a few months ago, it was your name next to his that was dragging him down. If it comes down to triple threats and it’s between you and him, are you telling me that you would really pick him over you?”

Yes. One thousand times, yes. Though you know that’s not the answer Danny wants.

“You have to be more selfish, Y/N. And maybe that’s selfless for Eren's sake too. There isn’t room for the both of you, right now. I know you love him, but Sareen has a point. Is working this hard worth it if you don’t get what you want out of it? You and Eren have all the time in the world to be together, just focus on your career before him.”

You frown, staring at the wrinkles pressed up against his forehead.

“You can have what you want - have your cake and eat it too, write all these corny love songs about him after you make it. Stop running when you’re actually there, kid.”

You look down at the pages, the thoughts floating through your mind, as the lyrics start spilling out. For your first song that’s not about Eren.

London Boy.

You try to make a point to call Eren before releases. Key word, try.

But it doesn’t happen that way. Because Eren’s in Los Angeles and you’re in Tokyo and the time difference messes the two of you up so bad that when they surprise drop London Boy, you don’t get to warn Eren beforehand.

And when he texts you about it, you can feel the guilt creeping into your chest. Because you know he’s too nice to say what he actually thinks about it. If it were you, you’d wring Eren’s neck out for writing a song like this about his co-star he’s rumored to be dating. But Eren is Eren and he would never.

eren: “he likes my american smile?” babe, you’re canadian.

eren: i like the song. really.

you: i have dual citizenship.

you: eren. i’m so so sorry. i meant to tell you before but the time differences, we just kept missing each other. you know i don’t mean any of it, right?

you: it’s just a marketing thing danny and sareen planned. the song will be a hit if people are speculating who it’s about and stuff.

eren: i figured. you don’t have to explain yourself to me!!!!

eren: you’re a pop princess <3

eren: and currently number one on the billboard hot 100 for the fourth time in a row!!!

You nearly throw your phone across the room at the notifications, the frustration building so hard that it’s all pouring out of your head. You can see the stack of gifts at the front of the room - candies from Falco and Colt, as well as Marco, Historia, and Reiner - for the release.

And it’s moments like this, when you’ve been running so fast and pushing so hard, that you resort to one of your worst tendencies. Because the only thing that helps you when you feel like this is being a masochist. Feeling bad only makes you want to feel worse. Like you deserve it.

So you inflict it on yourself. By reading what people say about you online.

You reach back for your phone - ignoring the messages from Armin, Bertholdt, and Levi - as you scroll to Twitter, hiding the light of the phone under your sheets as you look through the app.

You look at the trending tab. Y/N L/N, London Boy, Ricky James, Eren Jaeger, and love is dead are trending.

You press your bolded name and swipe to the recents tab, scrolling through every tweet, each one categorizing, sticking in your mind as you scroll. A mix of the good, the bad, and the ugly.

That you’re pretty. That you’re ugly. That you have no personality, that you write mediocre songs, that you’re the best actress from Attack on Titan. That you’re lucky for bagging Ricky James and Eren, that you’re too good for Eren, that you’re horrible for writing the song.

You place the phone flat on the sheets, the absence of light making your eyes sting, as the tears string out of your eyes.

You want to make your cake and eat it too.

But is it even worth it if this is how you have to get there?

You stick your hand out, swinging it in the air with Ricky as you do your handshake, and plop onto the couch. Danny and Sareen called a meeting with Ricky’s team before you guys went to the wrap party for The Proposal, which is the only thing on your calendar that you were actually looking forward to this month.

Because Annie and Armin are the leads and because you know Levi and Hange are going to be there.

“This is Michael and Nancy. They’re my talent managers.” Ricky states, pointing out the two people across from you.

“Sareen and Danny. Sareen’s my manager and Danny’s my producer.”

“Is he behind the genius of London Boy?” Ricky asks, smirking at you.

“Shut up. London Boy isn’t about you, Ricky.”

“Oh, shut up. I know I’m your muse.”

The line sits in your stomach wrong, because all you can think about is Eren. Seventeen year old Eren, shimmering green eyes on that empty set when you wrote New Year’s Day. You shake your head as Danny turns to the two of you, a smile on his face.

“We have an idea.” Danny states, a smile on his face.

You and Ricky nod as Nancy and Sareen start laying out the plan, each consecutive word twisting horribly in your stomach.

Surely they can’t be serious.

“We think that the two of you should date, as a PR move.” Sareen states, handing over a folder to you.

There’s dates listed out, public places where they want you and Ricky to meet at, and songs they want you to release about each other. All down to the slated releases, ideas for album covers, and interviews they want you to do.

“This is part of Y/N’s triple threat campaign. I think putting in this whole ruse of a relationship and writing songs about it, especially if there’s some part of it that will be drama because of Eren and Lana, it’s even better.”

“Lana?” you ask.

“She’s Ricky’s old girlfriend. They aren’t dating anymore, which is something that we should capitalize on. For the both of you. This should get Ricky into the leagues for the Album of the Year award when he releases next year.” Nancy states, flipping through the pages.

You look over at Ricky, ready to fully shut down the idea. But when you turn your head to him, he’s flipping through the pages, writing down his own ideas in the folder.

“Ricky. You’re not actually considering this, are you?” you whisper.

“You aren’t?”

“I’m dating Eren. No, I’m not considering fake dating you for the press.”

“Eren, who was seen on a date with Myka yesterday? Right.” he states bluntly, flipping through the pages.

“That’s just tabloids, Ricky. Be serious.”

“And so is this. Myka and Eren are in a movie together. You and I are musicians. You can do the same thing as him and I bet you he wouldn’t even care. And he shouldn’t, because your career comes first.” Ricky states, leaning forward on his knees to discuss more with Danny and Sareen.

You flip through the folder again, each consecutive page filled with more and more details of how they want you and Ricky to pretend. And the last page has the words bolded, little stars around them.

Y/N gets triple threat status! Ricky gets Album of the Year!

“Y/N. Have your cake and eat it too.” Danny warns, a reminder of what you’re supposed to be prioritizing.

“This is the time to run, Y/N. You’re almost there.” Sareen affirms, the two of them nodding as they look at you.

And by the way five of them are staring at you, big eyes filled with anticipation as they wait for your response, you know you can’t say no. That insurmountable pressure - to please, to be successful, to be the best - wins out, every time.

Danny’s produced for three different hit pop stars. Sareen’s managed some of the biggest names in the industry. And you have no idea who Nancy and Michael even are, but if they’re working with Ricky, they’ve got to be in the big leagues.

You put the folder down, giving all of them a nod, as they all erupt into cheers. Ricky leans forward to give you a kiss on the cheek, which you tell him to save for the cameras, as you take the folder and walk out.

And figure out how you’re going to tell Eren.

You head to the wrap party three hours later and any excitement you had about the event is immediately drained when you know that Eren’s going to be there and you have to talk to him about it. Break up with him.

“Y/N!”

You turn around to find Armin and Annie, the two of them wrapping their arms around you as they press kisses to your cheeks. You try to stifle the literal tears that are making their way to your eyes at the sight of them, their blue eyes the same soft ones you’ve always known.

“Annie. Armin. I’m so excited for the movie, I’m sure it’s going to be great.” you say, squeezing both of their hands.

Two of your shyest friends still, they’re both blushing at the praise as Connie and Sasha walk up. You’re wrapping your arms around all of them, as everyone else - Reiner, Mikasa, and Jean - join you.

“So Y/N. London Boy, huh?” Connie asks, smirking.

“Did you guys know that Eren is from London?” Sasha says, sarcastically.

“Oh, quit it. It’s just one of those PR things. The triple threat thing made them all go crazy.” you respond.

“We respect the hustle, Y/N.” Connie states, mock saluting you with Jean.

“There is no press better than you and Eren releasing Medicine and Dress on the same day.” Mikasa states, earning a bunch of laughter from the group.

“Oh god. Don’t remind me. Whore move, from the both of you.” Reiner says, pinching your cheek. Connie mocks the ah ah ah, from Dress, which has you all laughing.

You smack his hand off as Marco slings his hand around your shoulders, squeezing hard and smiling at you so big, in earnest, that it makes your chest hurt.

“Can you believe it? You’re so close to it, Y/N - I can feel it.” Marco says, leaning forward to press a kiss onto your cheek.

You reach up to squish the plush of his cheek as Marco mimics your movements, the two of you smiling at each other. And then you feel two warm hands on your shoulder and turn around to see Eren, soft green eyes looking into yours.

And it makes you burst into tears. Soft green eyes, albeit a little tired looking, and Eren’s hair all grown out. When did Eren grow his hair out to his Season Three length? The last time you saw him, it was so short. He looks the same. He feels far away. And that pressure in your head is resounding.

“Yeesh.” Connie says at the sight of your spilling tears, earning quiet laughs from everyone.

Eren brings his hand up to your cheek, swiping the wetness away, as he glares at Connie.

“Connie.” Eren warns, the tone in his voice threatening.

“Sorry. Just missed him, that’s all.” you respond, wiping the last of the wetness off your face as they all smile at you.

“Man, every time I see one of you, you’re crying.” Hange says from behind you, the group of you turning your heads and immediately tackling them and Levi into hugs. Eren reaches for Hange first and you go for Levi, his stupid minty smell making your tears return.

You look up at Levi, who's glaring at you, and can’t help but smile.

“Levi. You could at least pretend you’re happy to see me.”

“I am happy to see you. But not when you’re crying in public. You two are going to give me an ulcer.” he states, frowning as he glares at Eren at your side.

You look over at Eren, the end of what Hange said catching up with you.

“You cried in front of them? About what, Eren?” you ask, voice soft.

“Ah. Nothing.” Eren responds, cheeks lightly pink as he runs his hand through his hair.

You both let go of Hange and Levi as Armin and Annie take to the makeshift stage, giving a little speech about their time on the film and how grateful they are for everyone in the room for supporting them. And as they do, Eren jabs his elbow into your side.

“Ow. What gives?” you whisper.

Eren places hand on his chest, feigning shock.

“Don’t tell me you forgot our secret hand signals already?” he whispers.

Jab in the side. Meaning, you need a second to talk, away from everyone.

“As if.” you respond, giving a nod to his sign.

He gives you a smile as you both turn your heads back to Annie and Armin, who are playing the trailer on the screen now. And when they finish, the resounding noise of the claps are the last thing you and Eren hear when you go out to the balcony, the cold air surrounding you both.

You wrap your hands around your arms, which Eren picks up on too fast and suddenly he’s taking his coat off and wrapping it around you. Making a point to pull your hair out of the collar, hands focused on fixing your hair around your face.

“Eren.”

“Yes?”

“I-”

The words die on your tongue. Because here he is, the perfect green eyes you fell in love with staring at you in the lamplight of the dark, and you can’t say it. You can’t shatter his heart into pieces or be the one to let him go.

When he’s one of the only things you’ve wanted.

“I know how you feel, Y/N. You don’t have to say it.” he whispers, hands tucking your hair behind your ears before letting go.

You can feel the tears spilling out of your eyes as you frown at him, the look on his face so pained that it hurts.

“I’m guessing they don’t want you to see me, at least not for right now?” Eren asks.

You nod, aggressively wiping away the wetness on your cheeks as you reach for his hands, squeezing three times. You hate that he knows. That Danny and Sareen think he isn’t good enough for you. When you’ve always been the one who was never in the same league as him.

That Eren was the one who defended you when you were there, but no one’s letting you do it for him.

“I still love you, Eren. You-you know that?”

“I know that.” he whispers, nodding. His eyes are focused on your hands, interlocked with his. He reaches in for your bicep, fingers tracing over the fish tattoo right above your elbow.

“Fishbowl, Y/N. We’ll come back to each other when it’s time. Just don’t be a stranger.” he says.

You nod, reaching forward and wrapping your arms around him as you nearly sob into his chest, his voice soothing your hiccuping, even though you’re the one who just smashed him into pieces. And when Eren wraps his hands around your cheeks, giving you one last lingering kiss, before walking away, you can’t help but sit there in the cold, his jacket wrapped around you and letting the tears bite on your skin.

You close your phone, giving Ricky a glowing smile, as you both settle into your seats at the Institute Music Awards. The two of you officially went public earlier today, though you’re both still denying any rumors that you’re dating.

“How does Ricky compare to Eren?”

You try to hide your scoff as you answer, trying your best to stay neutral in your response to avoid becoming a headline the next day.

“I’ll always have so much love for Eren. We grew up together and really came into this hand in hand and no one could ever really take that away. And there’s no bad blood between us, we’ll always be best friends.” you respond, giving them a polite smile as you walk away and swallow hard.

You can see Eren twenty feet down, in a specially designed suit that he looks wonderful in, smiling for the cameras. He’s standing in between Hyla and Myka, since their film is premiering in a few days.

“You look green, doll.”

You turn around to find Sukuna, who you fake punch in the shoulder and glare at, before pulling him in for a hug.

“You sure you’re not talking about yourself? That’s your girl down there.”

“Jesus, Y/N. Don’t ever associate me with her again.” Sukuna mutters, rolling his eyes.

“Oh? Was it not you saying she wasn’t that bad when we were kids?” you tease, poking into the soft of his cheek.

“Well, that was before I found everything out. I’d say a prayer for your boy over there, he’s about to get himself into a gnarly mess he won’t be able to get out of.” Sukuna responds, eyes focused on Eren and Hyla posing together a few feet down.

“What do you mean?” you ask, linking your arm with his as the two of you walk down, past him. You make it a point to attempt to make eye contact with Eren, but he’s too focused on Hyla that he misses you all together.

“I just mean…he’s about to get himself involved in things he shouldn’t. And you should stay far away.” Sukuna states, giving Ricky a polite smile as he joins you at your side. Sukuna gives you one last kiss on the cheek before Ricky links his arm with yours, dragging you to your seats.

You both settle into the seats, giving Marco a big smile as he sits next to you.

“Hey. Where’s Hisu? I saw her name card here earlier but it’s not here anymore.” you whisper, as the lights start dimming ahead.

Marco winces, giving you an awkward smile as he puts his hand over yours and squeezes.

“She doesn’t want to sit with Ricky. Or you.”

“Oh.”

“Just for today, Y/N. Because of the history and all that, you-you know that.”

You shake your head, ignoring the stinging, as you give Marco a half-hearted smile, nodding.

“No yeah. I get it. I’ll talk to her soon.”

“Okay.” Marco responds, giving you a smile.

You make it a point to do your best throughout the awards show, fake whispering in Ricky’s ears every time the camera is on you two, holding hands and comparing hand sizes, letting him tuck your hair behind your ear once and a while.

And it’s all going great and peachy, until Hyla gets called on stage to perform. You crane your neck back to find Sukuna, giving him a warning glance as he rolls his eyes, making the motion that he’s choking himself.

One of the most insane things about Hyla and Sukuna’s beef? The fact that they perform and write songs about each other, that are so insanely written, that they trend for weeks.

You’re sure Hyla and Sukuna are what Danny and Sareen dream about in their free time.

Hyla gets on stage, giving everyone a soft smile as a few of the girls join her on stage, adjusting their microphones. You can feel Ricky squeezing your hand hard, his jaw clenched.

“You good?”

“The lineup. Hyla, Myka, and Lana.” he responds, glaring at the three of them.

You focus your eyes on the third girl, Lana, who is Ricky’s ex-girlfriend. The only reason he wants to fake date you. Apparently, the two of them broke up after you and Ricky started trending, her insecurities about the people’s words overruling any reassurance that Ricky could give her.

“This is my new song, it’s called Girlfriend. I hope you all like it.” Hyla says, giving a smile as the upbeat music starts.

Hey, hey, you, you I don’t like your girlfriend No way, no way I think you need a new one Hey, hey, you, you I could be your girlfriend

You lean back as you observe the visuals and the line of backup dancers supporting the three of them singing, their performance extremely upbeat and punk pop star that you can’t help but tap your feet to the beat of the song.

That’s until they reach the bridge. When Hyla pulls one of the back-up dancers from the background to the front and Lana pulls Eren on stage, the two of them are seated on the makeshift chairs on the stage. Hyla’s singing around Eren, rolling her eyes at the back-up dancer.

Who's wearing the exact outfit that you wear on your tour, a sparkly, billowing pink dress. And when you take her in properly, you realize that she’s supposed to be you. The same hairstyle, eye color, skin tone. You can feel your throat dry as you watch Eren’s cheeks tinted pink on stage as Hyla sings around him, the entire audience erupting into cheers.

(Oh) In a second, you'll be wrapped around my finger 'Cause I can, 'cause I can do it better There's no other, so when's it gonna sink in? She's so stupid, what the hell were you thinkin'?

You feel Marco’s hand on yours, squeezing hard, as you focus in on the performance, trying to ignore the fact that the big, black camera is shining on your face and that everyone in the room is looking at you. And that millions of people must be talking about it at home. You turn back to give Levi a look and he shakes his head, mouthing don’t cry which you halfheartedly nod in response too.

Jean and Armin have switched seats with the two girls behind you, their hands on your shoulders, squeezing, as Eren and Hyla walk off stage, hand in hand past the back up dancer who’s supposed to be you - who's crying fake buckets of tears now.

And when it’s all done and over, you skip the afterparties and let Mikasa drive you home. She tucks you into your sheets, making it a point to help you wipe all your makeup off and leave a bottle of water by your bed, you sink into your sheets and do it again. Let that overwhelming, embarrassing, deep rooted hatred sink in.

And pull up Twitter. Read about how everyone hates you. Relive the most embarrassing thing that’s happened to you yet. Stare at pictures of Eren and Hyla and ignore the resounding sound of the applause the two of them received.

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Best Friend’s Sister | S. Black

Pairing: Sirius Black x Potter!reader

Description: Sirius never meant to fall for his best friend’s sister but he did anyway.

Word count: 5000+

Warnings: fluff, angst.

Sirius never meant to fall for his best friend’s sister but he did anyway.

He remembers it all vividly, the moment he fell in love with her. It started off as a simple love tale - a love sparked by eye contact and ignited with a kiss. He remembered the small shy girl she was when he met her at the King’s Cross Train Station like it was yesterday.

James Potter was excited to start his second year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

He had promised to meet up with his three friends who were already waiting on the train. What had stopped the boy from running on the train already was his little sister next to him.

“Are you excited, sweetheart? Hogwarts is a great school. I am sure you will love it there,” your mother said as she kissed your cheek.

With a wide grin, you nodded to her. James had told you everything there was to know about Hogwarts.

You could hear him call your name from the train.

“I’m coming!” You turned to your parents and quickly kissed both their cheeks before rushing to the train. You barely could believe you were leaving Platform Nine and Three-Quarter for Hogwarts

James offered his hand. “Finally. We still have to find my friends.”

With your trunk behind you, you followed your brother down the many coupes. You had;t met his friends yet but he had told you the stories. Just like he did at Hogwarts he had also told everything he had done with his friends. How they started to prank some of the other students, and the detention they earned from it. He laughed about it and you couldn’t help but even be excited for the trouble that would occur.

“James, slow down.” You hurried after him, dragging your trunk behind you whil James was already several feet in front of you. Again you called his name when he dashed into the next coupe.

With a sigh, you started a little run after him but when you got into the coupe yourself James was out of sight.

“James?” you called out for him.

“He is in there.”

You jumped from the voice next to your ear.

“Sorry, didn’t mean to scare you,” the boy laughed. “But he is in there with my friends. You mean James Potter, right?”

You nodded your head silently, taking in the stranger in front of you. “He is my brother.”

“Oh, you are his famous sister. I’m Sirius, his best friend if it wasn’t clear yet,” he introduced himself and extended his hand to you.

He waited with a smile for you to shake his hand and after a little while you did. His smile didn’t falter when you still stared at him. You had heard about Sirius, James spoke very fondly of him.

“Nice to meet you,” you whispered. You had to crane your head to look at him, not realizing yet how big twelve can be if you are still eleven yourselves.

“Come on in,” Sirius said when he opened the door. James called you the moment he saw you. He introduced you to his other two friends, Remus and Peter. The only time you weren’t talking to his friends you were eating snacks from the cart.

It wouldn’t be a good day if the boys didn’t arrive late. Even in their fifth year they still manage to almost forget about breakfast in the Great Hall. Well, Sirius and James forgot. Remus and Peter were always the ones to remind them.

Today was no different. You could see them hurrying into the Great Hall. James his eyes searching for you from the entrance.

Then Sirius pointed at you, finding you first.

With a little wave, you beckoned them to join you, not that it was ever a question. Even after three years you were still always invited to their group. It didn’t matter what occasion, even if it was at dinner or at studying.

The four boys arrived in their own way. Remus complained about almost missing breakfast, James told you that it wasn’t his fault, Peter greeted you with a hello and a sorry, and Sirius, Sirius threw his arm over your shoulder when he sat next to you.

“Good morning to you.”

“Good morning to you too, Sirius.”

“Please stop,” James groaned and when swatted his friend’s head.

He could only laugh about it, leaving his arm still around you. “We weren’t even doing anything. Really, James, I think you need a new set of glasses.”

You joined Sirius’ laughter, covering your mouth when you saw the glare of your brother, but the little snickers still left you.

James wasn’t laughing, he didn’t find it funny how his friend was always flirting with you, even if Sirius denied it himself.

Then you felt the arm around your shoulder slowly retreat from its position. Sirius gave you a smile but this one wasn’t as bright as his last one. Yours didn’t match either.

“Remus, how can you act like that book is more important than us? We are incredibly fun today and great entertainment for the world. I am shocked you don’t think the same as society does.”

Remus looked up from his book, his brows raised. “Who are you trying to convince here, Sirius?”

Sirius only smiled at him, taking up more of the couch in the common room. He wasn’t going to answer Remus. His point was already made when Peter and James started to talk to Remus waiting for him to put the book down.

Then he saw you walk in and it was the perfect opportunity.

“I’m sure James’ sister agrees with me.”

“Agree with what?” You asked so sweetly when you joined the group of boys.

Remus shook his head when he answered, “Nothing, Sirius thinks he is the center of the world.”

“You agree, don’t you, love?”

You didn’t have to answer, not when your brother hit Sirius with a book. “That’s my sister man.”

It was all so theatrical. How hurt Sirius looked and reached for his heart. How James threatened to hit him again. “Don't hurt him, James.”

He made a sound in protest when he felt you swat at his head. The book had fallen on the ground when he turned to you. “Really? Are we turning on me now?”

Sirius laughed and pulled you on the couch with him. “Of course we are against you. You hurt me.”

Your giggles filled the room when he pulled you in more, finally offering a bit of the couch to someone else other than himself.

“I wanted to sit there,” James whined as he saw his best friend let his sister join him. “And stop flirting with my sister.”

“Whatever you say, Jamsie.”

But Sirius wouldn’t stop, he enjoyed it too much. He wrapped his arms around you and wasn’t letting go any time soon. He made an agreement in his head that when Remus finished his book he would let you go.

There were many people that gave Sirius Black more attention than he needed. Next to his friends that watched him talk to some girls, you also watched him. A little scowl on your face that you tried to hide with a smile as you talked to Remus.

“I just think that with your notes I can be even better at Charms than I already am. Please, Remus.”

he shook his head. “No, you don’t need them and I know how that ends. Your brother always asked the same and he never studied if I gave it to him.”

“I am not my brother,” you quickly shot back.

“I know, but some traits are scarily alike.”

James dropped his homework and shut his books. He also carried a scowl when looking at his friend.

“See, scarily alike. Even when you’re both angry,” Remus said.

“We aren’t” But again the two of you showed different when you said it at the same time.

You folded your arms but the scowl you had carried disappeared slowly because of these amazing friends. They may have been James’ friends but they were also yours.

Then you felt two pairs of arms wove themselves around you and the once bad mood you felt minutes ago had disappeared from you entirely.

“Cheer up, buttercup,” Peter said with a laugh and you couldn’t help but giggle at the nickname he had given you.

You shook your head, laughing and grasping attention from people in the courtyard but you didn’t care. These were your friends that would cheer you up even if they didn’t know the reason. Even if they were James’ friends they showed friendship to you too.

“Thank you, guys,” you said. “But I hate that nickname.”

Peter laughed and let you out of his arms.

Sirius had heard your laugh from across the courtyard, drawing him in every time he even heard a snippet of it. It was his favorite melody that didn’t need to be composed. He saw you joking with your brother, how Peter threw his hands around you.

He balled his fist for just a second. He shouldn’t be jealous, he had no reason to be. You weren’t his and he was here talking to-

He was still talking to someone, a girl he had forgotten about the moment he heard you laugh. Sirius shook his head. “I’m sorry but I have to go.”

Sirius wasn’t sorry at all when he joined his friends. Greeting them one by one, all in the same way. Except for you, you were always the exception for him.

“Hello, love,” he whispered and kissed your cheek.

“Hello, Sirius.”

James Potter almost didn’t want to invite Sirius to join him and his family for the summer holidays. he had seen the way his friend looked at his sister. Even when he told him she wasn’t his to flirt with, Sirius never listened.

But nearing the end of the vacation even he had to give in to the fact that Sirius Black hadn’t flirted with you as much as he did in school.

It was as if the boy knew that this wasn’t the place and time to do so.

That didn’t mean he didn’t give you any attention. The three of you spend much time together, playing Quidditch, annoying either James or Sirius. Playing games with your parents.

“I can’t believe we have to leave again tomorrow,” you said to the sky.

Then a face propped itself above her. “You can sound a little happier.”

Sirius looked down at you, laying on the grass bed in between the flowers.

“I am happy.”

He nodded at you, taking his own place on the grass. The flowers crushed beneath him but he managed to save one for you. He broke off the stem and placed it in your hair.

“I am happy to go back, but I’m also happy here. A simple place, where nobody cares what I do or that I am James’ little sister,” you said and sat up, eyes still on the blue sky above you where clouds formed.

Ever so softly, Sirius placed his finger on your chin and made you watch him. “You are so much more than that. If they don’t see it, they aren’t worthy of your time.”

He traced your lips, right over the cupid's bow, and stopped on your bottom lip. His eyes slowly reached yours, holding your gaze.

You had wanted this for so long. The moment you met him he was everything you looked up to. He was funny and a great friend. He made you laugh and he didn’t mind if you were down. He would lift up your spirits.

This time you didn’t look away, you didn’t want to.

Your eyes fluttered shut when you felt Sirius's hand on the back of your neck. Pulling you in. He didn’t need to do that, you were already pulled in at the attraction for him. Your whole body felt like it was lit on fire by the simplest touch.

How quickly your whole body felt on fire, how quickly it turned cold from fear.

You could hear James' voice from the house calling your name.

He wasn't close and yet it felt as if you doing something wrong. You weren’t doing anything illegal but you knew his distaste for your flirting with Sirius.

It felt like a betrayal, and it was the worst kind. Because you wanted this but the person you loved most didn’t.

“We should go inside,” you whispered.

He didn’t answer you and that might hurt more than the disappointment you felt before. But he did offer his hand to you, and he did pull you up. He made it hurt a little less when he kissed the top of your head like all the pain left in a simple sweet kiss you wished was so much more.

•

All Sirius could think about were you on the grass, that flower in your hair.

He was going to kiss you, he knew that you wanted him too. You would have moved away if you hated his touch.

All he could think about now was you. At dinner he could only stare at you, wondering what your lips felt like. On the couch, he decided to sit far away from you.

Now, looking at the ceiling of the room his mind was only on you.

With a quick glance at James, he knew what he wanted.

Sirius got out of bed as quietly as he could, making sure to miss the creaking floorboards when he went to the room next to his.

He didn’t even dare to knock, scared to wake you if you were already asleep.

Then the door opened and he had to swallow his scream.

“What are you doing?” You whispered to him.

“I came to see if you were already asleep.”

“I’m not.”

Sirius nodded, licking his lips as he told himself not to stare. “I can see.”

He caught himself staring at your lips again and this time he didn’t stop himself. He took a step forward and brushed your hair behind your ear.

“James snores,” Sirius whispered.

You giggled softly, “He does not.”

“But that is what I’ll tell him in the morning, love” Sirius smirked at you, his eyes never drifting away from you.

He slowly leaned in. Taking one more glance in your eyes to see if you wanted this. To see if you didn’t change your mind but you hadn’t. He could see it.

He could even hear it when you held your breath.

Then his lips touched yours in a soft manner.

First softly, cherishing your lips. Then the kiss turned hungry as if this was the last kiss you’d share. Maybe it felt a little like that on the last day before going back to Hogwarts.

He kissed you until the breath had left his lungs. “I’ve been wanting to do that for a long time.”

Your giggles were like a melody he played on repeat in his head. The one he’s play when you wouldn’t be near him and he needed a reminder of you.

“Me too. Ever since I met you.”

He led you to guide him into your room, he let you kiss him again. He would let you do anything to him if you wanted to. But this night wasn’t about more it was about everything you both had wanted all this time.

So he kissed you again and he would kiss you when you woke up. He would kiss you till his lungs stopped.

He pulled you next to him on the bed, holding you tightly to his chest.

He wasn’t planning on staying the eternity of the night but feeling his muscles relax with you in his arms meant for him that he probably would.

He kissed the top of your head before he too drifted off to sleep.

Sirius had to constantly warn himself not to touch you. Just as close as you were to him, so were his friends.

Even if you all were seated in the Great Hall Sirius made sure to keep his distance.

From the corner of his eye, he watched intently how you spoke to Remus. How EXTRA you talked to him. Your hands moved from right to left when you explained some of the games you had played. How you talked about how lovely the grass lay.

That made him smile a little. He remembered that as well. It wasn’t that long ago, two days only and he wanted to go back to that moment.

Peter hit Sirius on his arm, grasping his attention. “What are you smiling about?”

“Nothing, just a memory,” he answer but the smile never left.

He expected you to jump up when he laid his hand on your leg but you didn’t. You took his hand in yours. Your fingers intertwined together, that’s how you stayed there until everyone would leave. You slowly let go of his hand, fingers touching till the last moment.

Sirius held your gaze until he had to turn around to walk away.

You waited a moment, still talking to Remus before you too excused yourself from the table. It was a poor excuse but for now, it was perfect because it would get you away without much thought.

He was already so far away, probably thinking you wouldn’t follow him.

James wasn’t by his side anymore, he had probably already left him to go to the Quidditch field for practice. It would be perfect to surprise him now, but you weren’t sure if he wanted that.

Still, you did it.

You hurried after him, making sure he barely heard you when you placed your hands over his eyes.

“James, you know I don’t like being the one that is blindfolded,” he said to the hands, taking hold of them and stroking the skin.

He loved when he heard your laugh come from the person. He knew it was you, he had hoped it was you.

Sirius grabbed your arms and pulled himself forward with you, hoisting you on his back and taking you with him. He laughed when you cried out his name.

“Put me down.”

“Nope, princesses get carried to wherever they want to go.”

You dropped your head on his shoulder. “I’m no princess.”

“You’re right, but you are mine, love.”

The moment James came through the picture frame he saw Remus and Peter sitting on the couches.

“Don’t bother,” Peter said as he dropped his papers. “There is a tie on the door.”

“I don’t have time for a stupid tie. I need some help from you guys.”

Both boys looked at him, dropping whatever they were doing.

“I know my sister is seeing someone. She is gone most of the time, hurrying away from me. I need to know who it is.”

“why?” Remus asked. “She is sixteen, James. She is going to date at sometime. Rather now while you’re still here, right?”

“No,” James answered immediately. He ran his hand through his hair. “I don’t want to picture my little sister with some bloke. What if he is a Slytherin.”

Both boys couldn’t help but laugh at him. They too had suspected you were dating someone, at this point many people suspected it. There were some names going around but nothing to really tie back to you.

“I need Sirius for this. He always knows what is going on.”

Peter looked at Remus worried. “He is in his room with a girl. I wouldn’t disturb him if I were you.”

“And even if he did stop, which I wouldn’t bet on. He might not even know.”

What Remus said went to nobody’s ears. James still walked the room, frustrated by the resistance of his friends.

“If anyone knows it’s him,” James said and went to the room. The red and gold tie hung from the door knob.

It mocked him, laughed in his face telling him not to enter. James wanted to but it was a rule they had set up. When the tie was on the door, no one may enter.

In frustration he ripped the tie of the knob before going back to his friends. “Let’s go to class.”

Everyone had noticed how Sirius Black got into class without a tie on.

Normally he would get a lot of questions from his friends about his escapades in their room but this time, everybody took the high road and left him to his own business.

It was almost normal to him if it wasn’t for James’ silent treatment.

“What happened to him?” he asked Remus, the one friend that somehow always knew the answer.

“He knows his sister is shagging someone and he is grumpy about it.”

Sirius only dared to hum.

“You wouldn’t know anything about that, do you Sirius?” Peter asked as he dropped next to him.

“No,” Sirius whispered. “No, I don’t.”

That was the biggest lie Sirius had told them, because he always knew everything about you.

•

“I got a present for you,” you said when you took Sirius’ hand.

“For me? You are to kind.”

With a giggle you took of the tie. “Shut up.”

He let you tie it around his neck. he just stood there, watching his view when you looked so concentrated on tying it for him.

You only watched your own hands move with the tie but Sirius only watched you, your eyes so closely watching him. He was always easily enchanted by you. Every little thing you did was like magic.

“You don’t have to stare.”

“I’m admiring.” He didn’t doubt his answer for a second. It was the truth he would never hide.

You wove your fingers through his hair and stood on the tips of your toes. Kissing him always felt like butterflies. A constant flutter that wouldn’t leave until he was out of sight and even then some lingered.

Your mind was captivated by him. Everything around you had moved itself to the background when you kissed him, the little groans that he made when he pulled you further against him.

Even when the kiss ended your eyes never strayed from his, and Sirius could only watch you. But it was Remus that watched you both.

Remus normally enjoyed the parties he attended with his friends. He might have to watch them sometimes but he always enjoyed them. Except for this one.

He wasn’t planning on having to keep secrets but now, after he witnessed Sirius and you, he had no choice.

It did give him time to think. Everything Sirius did made more sense. How he would constantly gravitate to you. It was as if you were the sun and Sirius was blinded by its beauty and never wanted to see anything different. Every planet always turned around the sun and Sirius always turned around you, a constant pull he never seemed to mind.

Everything made sense now.

Sirius twirled you around, danced with you. he got you drinks and made sure that everybody that ever bothered you stayed away from you. He would always pull you closer if someone squeezed past so you wouldn’t fall.

He would be the one to join you on the couch first when your feet are hurting. He would be the one that would talk to you when you don’t know what to talk about anymore.

He was always there, and it took Remus to see you two to realise you were always there for him too.

You always made sure to check on him first if he wasn’r as talkative. You would search for him when he was missing. You would tell the boys off if he didn’t share their thoughts.

You would make sure he always got his breakfast if he was running late. There would be a new lie leaving your lips why he is missing. You always laughed more when he was around.

Remus couldn’t stand on the side any longer.

Sirius felt a tap on his shoulder dragging him away from you.

“I need to talk to you,” Remus said over the loud music. Sirius nodded and followed him to the stairs.

“What’s wrong?”

Remus checked the stairway before turning bsck to his friend. “You can’t keep this up forever.”

Sirius’ eyebrows shot up.

“What are you talking about?”

“I’m talking about you and James sister,” Remus said hashly. “I can’t keep your secret forever.”

He saw his friend turn white by the realisation of everything. He saw hw he searched for words. “Look, I know how it looks but-”

“I know. I saw. You care for her but you can’t lie to all of us about it. What if James found out and you didn’t tell him? You have to tell him you’re the one that is with his sister.”

“You’re the bloke fucking my sister?” James shouted when he pushed Sirius against the wall.

“It’s not like that at all,” Sirius said when he pushed him off

Remus carefully spoke his names. His hand already on his shoulder but James only shook it off.

“So you’re not fucking my little sister? My sister, Sirius, really? You couldn’t find some other girl to share a bed with.”

Sirius pushed James. “Stop talking about her like that!”

“Why? It’s what you’re doing isn’t it?”

Remus couldn’t mean anything to them. This was their fight, he knew that, he just wished it was one later. When it wouldn’t come to light like this, but secrets always found their way to the light when one least wants it.

“I am not just fucking her, james. I am in love with her!” Sirius shouted back, his hair falling in front of his face when he again pushed James off. “I have been in love with her since second year!”

James stood back when he yelled at him. The words hitting him. It was ammunition James never expected he would feel.

“I love her and if you can’t accept that than that is your problem. But I know I want her, and I am not giving her up. Not today, not tomorrow. Never, James.”

It should have soothed him, to hear his friend truly loved you but there was still knaging feeling left inside him. It didn’t stop. It was the constant reminder that he didn’t tell him, that you didn’t tell him and now even Remus didn’t tell him.

He had to overhear it.

The didn’t even stop when james hit him, or when remues shouted for him to knock it off. It only stopped when you screamed James’ name.

“What are you doing?”

There was no time like today that James heard you this mad before. It startled him for a moment until he saw how you checked on Sirius and not him. “I can’t believe you started dating my best friend.”

“That is what this is about?” you sounded confused. Something he hadn’t expected. “I can’t believe you. You hit him because he is dating me? What is wrong with you?”

He didn’t answer you. All he did was walk away. He had started a fight he didn’t want to finish tonight.

“Don’t you dare walk away from me!”

Not even the voice of Sirius calmed you any longer.

“Out of all the people in Hogwarts you choose him?”

“Out of all the people in Hogwarts, you don’t want me to date your best friend?”

James was starteed by your question. It was the last thing he expected you to ask him. he expected you to scream, to tell him he was childish even. he had anticipated many reactions but to counter his question was not one he expected.

“You don’t want me to date the one person that always looked out for me without you having to ask? The one person you knwo you can trust to treat me fairly, because he does. he treats me much better than I cuold ever deserve and he loves me. he loves me as much as I love him.”

He didn’t say anything more. All he did was walk away and you let him.

Sirius took your hand in his and puled you into him. “Come here, love” he whispered to you and kissed your head.

You had laid awake the whole night. Your mind was still at yesterday. The moment you stepped into the common room you were ready to start the fight again. You would start it a thousand times if you’d have to.

But the moment you stepped into the room you stopped in your track.

Sirius was laughing with James. As if yesterday didn’t happen. Like nothing had changed and in thats second you wondered if yesterday happened at all. The blue mark on Sirius cheek showed it did.

The moment Sirius saw you he ran up to you and kissed you right there. Like there was no care in the world and like no one was watching.

“Please, don’t ever do that again. I might throw up from you two.”

Your eyes turned to James and the smile Sirius left on your lips left. “I am still mad at you.”

“And you have every right to be, just like I had every right to be mad at you for keeping this a secret.” James let the silence hang in the air, giving you a moment. “I am not mad at you anymore, and I hope you won’t be mad at me anymore. Because I am truly happy for you.”

Sirius pressed a kiss to the side of your head, grasping your attention and nodding furiously.

With a sigh you turned to James. “I might be a little less mad now.”

Your finger enterwined itself with Sirius’ as he pulled you along. He gave some of the couch up for you and let you rest against his chest while you laughed along them. Just like you did last year only know so much had changed and you loved it had.

#sirius #sirius black #sirius x you #sirius x reader #sirius black x you #sirius black x reader #sirius imagine #sirius fic #sirius fanfic #sirius black fic #sirius black fanfic #sirius black imagine #marauders #marauders fic #marauders fanfic #marauders imagine #mayleaorlaithwrites

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faellain · 5 months ago

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The Accidental Baby Trap Incident

Summary: About four years after the events of First Class, Erik arrives at Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters with two little twins who he didn't know existed. Thinking he doesn't know what to do, he runs to Charles, not knowing the state his old friend is in.

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the next morning, erik tiredly takes the twins down to the kitchen, providing them a breakfast of orange juice, apple slices, and toast with butter. he drinks three cups of black coffee and eats a single apple slice. without him there, and with charles in a state, hank has forgone actual coffee for instant like a savage. it might as well be mud as far as erik is concerned.

"i hate toast," pietro tells him and briefly erik wonders how anyone could hate toasted bread.

erik sighs beleagueredly, "when i was young, i'd be grateful for any meal- wanda, do not turn your brother's toast into something else."

"yeah, i don't if i can do that again," she admits sheepishly, pulling the hand that was about to tap her brother's toast away, "i kinda don't know how i did it to the cookies."

"you're young. i didn't know how to master my own mutation till i was older and even then, sometimes i still needed help," erik assures her. wanda happily munches on her apples after that. pietro rolls his eyes.

he cleans up everything, wondering just how to start this day. it wasn't as if his children were full grown adults who he could toss into the danger room. he did not know where to begin training seven year olds. most mutants didn't even manifest until puberty... but his kids were early bloomers.

as he picks up breakfast, he hears footsteps coming around the corner. at first, he assumes it's hank. perhaps the other actually decided to emerge out of his lab at a reasonable hour. but hank walks with a heavy footstep from his mutation. these steps are light, stilted.

"oh!" he hears charles say, "well, uh, hello you two."

"you're the guy who punched dad!" laughs pietro, "you got 'im good!"

erik turns, "pietro-"

charles kneels down to speak with the children at eye level in their chairs, "he told me you have mutations of your own. what can you both do?"

"i run fast!" pietro exclaims before dashing out of his chair, leaving charles' hair whipping against his face. after a mere moment, he comes back with an empty glass which he offers to erik, "here, dad, you can wash this too."

"very impressive," charles tells him and pietro beams.

erik takes the glass as charles stares at it briefly before turning his attention back to the children. most likely it had come from his room. he turns and smiles at wanda.

"and you, little one?" he asks her.

"my powers are kinda funny," she admits, "i usually just use them to hold pietro in place or make things float when i get upset. but i turned snicker-whatevers into chocolate chip cookies yesterday."

finally, charles looks at erik, clear realization of just why erik has come to him finally dawning on him. pietro would grow to be an ordinary mutant, one who would need training and would excell, but not right away. wanda was like nothing they had ever seen before. charles turns back to her, nodding, and squeezing her little hands.

"that's very special. you both are," he tells her and then turns to pietro before moving back to look at both of them, "how about you two go and play in the yard? i have a tire swing out there you might like."

they both cheer and wanda looks at erik, "can we, papa?"

"go ahead. just don't go past the tree," he says. they promise, not that he trusts pietro to abide by that promise. but they both take each other's hands and dash off at wanda's speed.

charles stands, moving to make his own coffee, "they're lovely children… you never told me."

"i didn't know," erik replies, "magda didn't want my life for them."

"doesn't surprise me. vengenance, death of humanity and all that," charles murmurs as he pulls out a mug.

erik notices that he did shower at some point between their arguement and now. his hair lacks the grease and the smell has disappated in favor of the soap charles prefers. even years later, he could smell that soap and know charles was near.

"i don't understand her power," erik cuts to the chase, "i assumed she was telekinetic. and then one day she changed the color of her shirt by wishing it. and now the cookies."

"…you're scared of her," charles says, looking at him again. erik wants to die beneath that gaze.

"i'm scared of what others might do to her."

charles digs out one of the chocolate chip cookies from the pantry, erik resisting his desire to glibly remind charles that those are not a breakfast food. he sniffs it, stares at it before taking a bite and nodding in odd approval. at least his daughter didn't turn them into cookies that tasted bad.

"i suppose we shouldn't be surprised considering just how powerful her father is," charles says absently.

"perhaps only surpassed by a child of yours," hums erik, tiredly. imagning a child with equal or greater telepathic ability to charles is rather insane. he is perhaps the strongest telepath they know, even more powerful than emma.

charles laughs dismissevly, "that will never happen. i was careful before and i don't want one. i never did."

"you opened a school."

"yes. for school aged children with mutations like your children," he reminds erik, tone clipped as he stares at the coffee carafe filling up, "not babies. i shouldn't- it's one thing to teach children, it's another to raise them."

erik goes quiet. that he at least agrees with. at least he had a good example, but he knows a little about charles and raven's upbringing. mostly, frustratingly, from raven. charles knew everything about erik, yet charles hid his life, his pain from him constantly. even raven didn't speak much on their life outside of their inattentive mother who charles loved deeply anyway.

"hank invited me to stay the night after wanda changed the cookies," erik explains, quietly, too awkward. it's so strange to lack the helmet, but have charles in his arm's reach, yet not feel the other sharing his mind, knowing his thoughts. he would never let anyone else do that, "but we can leave."

charles shakes his head, "no. clearly we at least need to figure out what wanda's mutation is. do your- does raven know about them?"

"no," erik explains, "i haven't told any of them. to be honest, i've gone totally radio silent on them. i need to rectify that. give them some lie to keep them passive."

"you're the one who divided us," charles huffs, "it's not like they can tell you no. are you telling me you don't trust angel and raven with your kids?"

"i do," erik assures, "but we have other things on our plate. riptide is… missing. i had him investigating some possible mutants in vietnam and he's disappeared."

"disappeared?" reiterates charles, "should i be concerned? sean and alex were deployed early into this mess."

erik feels his heart speed up, "deployed?"

"sean got drafted," charles explains, "alex decided to enlist so he wouldn't have to go alone."

"and you let them just go? with the military?" erik snaps, "well, of course you did. you would. you and your peace."

"don't turn this into something it isn't," huffs charles, "i hadn't been taking the serum them. i asked sean if he wanted me to try and get him rejected. he told me no. they wouldn't be in any danger if you hadn't turned a million missiles on the government in cuba!"

"what you have always failed to see charles is that we were always in danger!"

charles turns on him rapidly, "not every human is the kind that hurt you."

"it is only a matter of time before they become them," erik snaps, leaving the dried dishes in a rack so he isn't tempted to throw them.

he can feel every knife in the shelf. their fields pull at him. the fridge feels like an atomic bomb, each little component awaiting his command. feeling the push and pull of the fields is his life, its his very nature. just as minds were charles'. but he's shut them out. where normally his feelings would be blaring loudly in charles' mind, he imagines himself as a giant black void to the former telepath.

how can it not be like losing a limb? then, of course, charles lost his legs. erik has lost so many things in his lifetime. his home, his safety, his parents, his autonomy… even charles himself. but he has never lost part of himself. even if they put him in a plastic cube, he could feel the push of magnets where the could not reach them.

"if that's true, then it is because you believe it so," charles replies, taking the carafe and pouring it into a mug.

instead of going for sugar or cream, charles grabs whiskey, angrily dumping it into the bitter drink. erik snatches it fromt he counter.

"i think you have had enough," erik tells him before dumping the entire mug down the drain.

"erik! goddamn you!" charles growls, shoving him almost childishly. his punch had been lucky and he never really had the stomach for true violence.

he takes charles' wrists, holding them tightly as he glares, "i said i think you've had enough."

"you do not get to waltz in here and pretend like we're still friends," charles writhes his wrists angrily, "you stopped being the erik i knew the minute you killed shaw!"

"shaw had to die!" erik replies, baring his teeth. sean had once teased him for his smile being shark-like, but he certainly feels it now. he feels like an angry animal with prey between its jaws, "you will never understand! do you think an absent mother compares at all to things he did to me?!"

charles attempts to kick him in the knee, but erik is stronger and while he doesn't let go, he does fall forward, pressing himself against charles and the counter. as he goes to start shouting again, he notices charles is shaking. he does not look like a frightened doe as one might expect from a doe-eyed man.

instead, he is defiant. there is fear in his eyes, something old, something that has nothing to do with erik. but in the face of erik's anger, charles does not waiver. his body betrays him, but he holds a brave face, a stalwart indignation like an immovable ship, anchored to a seafloor.

the first time erik had kissed charles, they had been sharing a bed as they went to meet sean. all of the two-bed rooms had been booked which left them with either one of them on the floor or both in the bed. originally, erik had planned to take the floor, but charles had pulled him up into the bed.

"you don't think about me the way most people do," charles whispered, the only light coming the street lamps flickering outside, "i don't mean to pry. i can't help it sometimes."

"what do you mean?"

charles smiled softly, rolling his eyes, "you'd think it very silly i imagine. but you always think my eyes are a different shade of blue. it's like you can't decide how to describe them. but you notice them when you think i'm being particularly clever."

erik had blushed, his very obvious feelings being laid bare by the telepath in bed with him. he had admired charles from the minute they had met. how could he not admire the first man to tell him he wasn't alone? the man who had saved his life?

"it helps that you are usually particularly clever when you're not being particularly foolish," erik managed to reply.

this time charles blushed, looking away. his teeth pierced those already pretty red lips slightly. oh. that bastard. he knew what he was doing.

"are you going to do anything about it if i am?" charles asked, apparently not realizing he was reading erik's thoughts. or, if he did, he clearly did not care.

they were so young then. their powers still felt so fresh and untrained, even when they had more control than most. a few items shuddered at that moment when erik did.

ignoring them, he ran a hand up charles' neck to cup his cheek, "i think i'm going to kiss you."

"oh, i very much hope you do."

kissing charles xavier had been so soft. both of them had considered sex that night, but had instead enjoyed the gift of exploring the other's mouth. later, erik would realize charles had been hoping for this because he tasted particularly like gum. he had pressed kisses along soft lips, nipped until charles' lips were swollen, they had gone for each other until both were breathless.

charles had let out soft little gasps and moans. erik had worshipped his lips, his cheeks, his neck. they were like two demigods, entangled, high priests of the other's temple. erik had wanted to devour charles whole. he'd been smooth, kind, gentle, but mischevious. that moment was a fairytale.

this is not like that.

this was a nightmare. from the minute erik's teeth had clicked against charles' own, he knew that it was. there was none of their old kindness to be had. erik hated charles' scratchy beard. he hated that charles clearly no longer knew what he wanted, instead fighting for dominance of the kiss. erik had at first pulled away only for charles to pull him back, bruise his lips, bite his tongue.

erik presses charles back harder, taking back his tongue and shoving it down charles' throat. he wants to choke him with it, he wants to make sure he can't breathe. their teeth click again when charles mirrors the tilt of his head as they both try to deepen the kiss.

did charles want to suffocate as much as erik hopes to do so?

erik pulls back when charles' breath doesn't stop despite that, tugs fiercely on his lip with his teeth. those paled lips look almost back to their former glory, but he even such ferocity has not revived their blushed hues.

"i hate you," charles whispers, voice cracking, bitter, "i hate you."

"the feeling, old friend," erik snaps mockingly, "is mututal."

they dive back in anyway, charles finally breaking a hand free to claw down erik's back. nail marks redden beneath erik's shirt. the action also earns him a hardening in erik's pants, making him smirk against the larger man's lips. instead of giving him what he's asking for, erik wraps a hand around charles' throat.

"if i did not need you," he snarls before trailing off, "do you know how easy it would be?"

it would not be easy. erik isn't even pressing down against charles' neck. all he is doing is holding it, the grip barely there. but- but it changes something in charles' expression. the fear that had disappeated returns. suddenly nails claw at his hand.

"let go, erik, let go."

"i thought you hated me. didn't you expect this?" asks erik, voice mournful as it settles in once again that charles simply does not know what he thinking. how he could never hurt charles like that again.

"please," charles suddenly begs, voice desperate, "please, erik, let me go."

erik backs away like he's been burned, charles turning quickly on his heels as he gasps for air as if erik had been truly choking him. he's running as best that his legs, still stilted, still obviously not walking the way humans with functional spines walk, can take him. without meaning to, he shoves past hank who has finally emerged for breakfast.

hank looks at erik, "what the fuck did you do?"

#xmen #xmen first class #cherik #charles xavier #erik lehnsherr #professor x #magneto #xmen fanfic #wanda maximoff #scarlet witch #pietro maximoff #quicksilver #tw nsfwish #for mentioning of male nether regions #the accidental baby trap incident

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corruptedcaps · 7 months ago

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Bitchy Besties: part 3

As Kate watched Tanya speed off around the corner and out of sight, she strutted confidently towards the school like she had seen Tanya do a hundred times. It wasn’t until she caught her reflection in the bathroom mirror that she realized what she was doing and finally dropped her bitchy facade. She had spent so much of the day as Kayleigh it was hard to shake her off entirely.

Retrieving the bag from her hiding spot she took one last look at Kayleigh in the mirror before stripping herself of all the elements that made her. The earrings, the necklace, the makeup, the clothes and finally the hair. The only thing she couldn’t take off were the new nails she had gotten but she made a mental note to at least file them down later.

All things that had previously felt odd and uncomfortable on her now gave her a pang of longing. She couldn't deny how much fun she had had with Tanya that day, having a friend who she was completely in sync with. But then she reminded herself that it wasn't Kate that Tanya was enamoured with, who she had found a kindred spirit in. No that was Kayleigh.

She should be happy to be back to being her normal self. And yet, getting home she threw herself onto her bed and began to feel conflicted and she couldn't understand why. She thought she hated girls like Tanya and before today the thoughts of being her friend was the last thing she wanted but something inside her was now pushing against that feeling, making her question herself.

Sitting up on the bed she looked at herself in her vanity mirror. She was at a crossroads. She could walk into school tomorrow as she had done for years being the same old Kate that others knew and ignored or she could strut in as Kayleigh, have a best friend and be popular and sought after. Looking down at her nails she had gotten with Tanya, the allure of the latter was obvious but she knew that she would be turning her back on the good part of herself and selling her soul to be a bitch. Could she do it?

The next morning Tanya sat into her seat in the back of her first class with her clique sitting around her. She should have felt like the queen she always felt like but for once she was feeling a little sad. She knew it had to do with Kayleigh. She had never clicked so easily and quickly with someone before and now surrounded by her betas she longed for the connection she had made with Kayleigh. Someone who upped her game. Another Alpha.

She looked around the class, considering for a moment the idea that any one of them could potentially be her bitchy bestie but her face quickly turned sour. The one silver lining was that the loser Kate who she loathed was apparently out sick as her seat was empty, although her creepy ex Cory was still here so maybe it wasn't all positive.

Tanya was daydreaming about transferring to Alpha Prep when their teacher called for attention.

"Now before we get started I have two quick announcements. First is that we have a new student starting today, so please give a warm welcome to Kayleigh." The teacher said starting an applause that was continued loudly by a now perked up Tanya.

Kayleigh strode into the class a vision in a tight black pants and even tighter black top outfit that she had bought yesterday with Tanya. Her steely gaze was only broken when she spotted Tanya and excitedly headed over to her.

"Rachel move over to that spare seat this instant! Kayleigh sits next to me from now on." Tanya said snapping at one of her insubordinates as Kayleigh arrived. Tanya stood up and embraced Kayleigh who returned the hug tightly.

"Oh babe I'm so glad you chose here, we are going to have the best senior year of all time." Tanya beamed as Kayleigh took her seat next to her.

"I just couldn't imagine having any fun anywhere else without a queen like you by my side." Kayleigh said.

"And now for the second announcement, I am sad to say that Kate, our highest GPA achiever, and her family have moved and so won't be joining us for her final year." The teacher said sadly before heading to his desk.

"This day just keeps getting better." Tanya said whispering to Kayleigh.

"Why? Who's Kate?" Kayleigh whispered back.

"Oh she was this loser nobody. As far as I'm concerned, this school got a massive upgrade with her gone and you in her place." Tanya said.

"I couldn't agree more." Kayleigh replied with a knowing smile.

As class was let out nearly an hour later, Tanya and Kayleigh were inseparable, walking together out of the classroom arm in arm while the rest of clique struggled to keep up. Kayleigh quickly asserted her dominance over the other girls and they fell in line loyally to their new co-Queen.

By noon the school was abuzz with gossip about the new girl Kayleigh. News quickly spread about her sexual history, her bitchy attitude and her beauty. The bullied lower class of the school had to know fear two mega babes.

“Tanya babes look at what this loser thinks passes for fashion these days, isn’t it tragic.” Kayleigh sneered at one unfortunate girl.

“Couldn’t agree more Kayleigh, her clothes, if you can come them that, are hurting my eyes.” Tanya replied coldly, shielding her eyes.

“You hear that dork, you’re physically hurting my Bestie, get lost before I physically hurt you.” Kayleigh said bearing down on the girl. Kayleigh felt her pussy tingle as she watched the girl flee. As soon as she was gone Kayleigh and Tanya giggled cruelly.

Before the end of the day the two of them could finish each other's sentences. Collectively they were soon known as 'Kayla', a two headed creature who was as formidable as they were beautiful.

However as connected to the hip as they were, Kayleigh excused herself near the end of the day for a moment and snuck into an empty classroom where inside she found Cory waiting.

"Alright loser you better have good news for me or I'll squeeze you puny dick into a cage. Although something tells me you'd only get off on that." Kayleigh snarled at Cory who had a strange mix of fear and arousal etched on his face.

"Y-yes of course. I hacked into the school system and added all of your, I mean, all of Kate's grades to yours. I also added you as a new transfer student and transferred Kate out of the school but you already know that." He said nervously awaiting her response.

"Good. Glad to see you're not entirely useless." She said distainfully as she turned to leave.

"A-aren't y-you going to t-thank me?" He said barely above a whisper but it was enough to stop her in her tracks.

"Excuse me?" She said wheeling around.

"W-well if it wasn't f-for me, you would h-have never p-put on the hair and b-become Kayleigh." He said, each word making him regret the last. In a flash she had her hand on his throat and was squeezing.

"Let's get on thing straight you pathetic worm, there is no magic hair, no transfer of power from Tanya to me or any bullshit like that. I just realised that I didn't want to be some loser nobody anymore, I didn't want to be an outcast freak like you. Kayleigh didn't take over Kate's body, Kate had stolen my body for 18 years. I just took it back, understand?" She said with genuine venom in her voice. Cory looked into her cold blue eyes and couldn't see Kate inside. He nodded feebly.

Dropping him to the floor, she walked slowly to the door still incensed, however she still needed him for one thing.

"Don't forget to hack into my father's workplace and give him that fat raise and promotion, I have a status to uphold." She said not even dignifying Cory with a look anymore but knew he was nodding intently. She couldn't waste anymore time, not when she had a school to run with her Bitchy Bestie.

THE END

#f2f #corruption #bitchification #self corruption #cc2024 #bitchybesties

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candywife333 · 1 year ago

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Fish-wife or No Wife

Summary: Did Jungkook have a wife? The rumor mill had been churning for years, divided on this one topic. He was a successful worldwide pop star who was always seen with a different lady on his arm, as he flitted from country to country enjoying his prolific career. The reason for the lingering suspicion was a cryptic social media post showing a picture of 2 kids who shared the same exact eyes and smile as him. So in fact, if he truly did have a wife, who was she? And why had the public never seen her? Perhaps she didn't wish to be seen.

Description : famous pop-star/idol jungkook x chubby y/n , might be two-shot or trilogy

Disclaimer: The character of Jungkook shown in this fanfic does not accurately represent Jungkook's true personality or actions. Please treat this story as fiction.

Trigger warnings: mild voyeurism, dub-con (still debating on this), rough sex

Part 2- https://www.tumblr.com/candywife333/733312853462974464/fish-wife-or-no-wife

I looked out the window, joyously peering at the bevy of daisies and pink carnations crowding outside. As usual the entire mansion I lived in with my two kids, Iro and Mari, remained peacefully quiet except for their occasional tinkling laughter floating downstairs. My babies, aged 4 and 7 were having their tutoring sessions at home. The tutor, a sweet girl by the name of Lim Nara frequented our house to teach them math and science. They loved her as did I.

For the perhaps millionth time in the past 6 years, I patted myself on the back for the wise decision I had made. Marrying Jungkook was the smartest choice I had ever made. We had a marriage of convenience that the general public had no knowledge of. He had proposed marriage to me when he was left with Iro, still a baby at the time, after a one night stand with a foreign model.

I had always desperately wished for children, even as a I had worked a pretty rigorous career in PR for HYBE. Being 25 at the time, I wanted a life of leisure after working all throughout high school and college to support myself and my sister, Wei, when my parents had succumbed to loan sharks and eventual death at the hands of alcohol.

One night I had been getting ready to head home when Jungkook, the notorious play boy pop-star had stumbled into me as I was exiting the building. He had a baby in his hands, who could've been not more than 1 year of age. I didn't realize that I would meet the love of my life that night. I was arrested in place by the little chubby baby with fat rolls all over his little thighs and miniature arms, with soft curly black hair, a round face resembling that of the full moon, and big black eyes that sparkled with happiness and love.

I remember the day as if it were yesterday. Shocked at bumping into the pop star with a little baby I had jolted in surprise, "Are you alright Jungkook-ssi? Everything ok with you? Do you need any help?" The indefinitely reserved man had expressively opened his doe shaped eyes as far as he could and stuttered in a manner unlike his usual, "Could you please take care of this baby for the night? I will pay you. I have to be at a fashion event which goes on later this night. And even though I tried contacting the baby sitter, she is not picking her phone up right now".

I was shocked for a few seconds at this sudden plea for help. I didn't even know Jungkook that well, except for a few meetings in which PR employees were required to iron out some rules about social media engagement for him and the rest of the members of BTS. Partly still paralyzed in bewilderment and a sudden unworldly connection with this beautiful little bundle of fluffy giggles and flailing chubby limbs, I took the baby from him, "Sure Jungkook-ssi. I don't mind watching the baby for the night."

Jungkook know his request had been odd and rather rude as Y/N was an entire stranger. However, he couldn't decline this event. It was a prelude to a bigger calvin klein shoot that would take place later this year in Tokyo. And he had to be there. Anna , baby Iro's mother, had left him on his doorstep in the most callous way, jetting off to Madrid for a different photo shoot with her modeling agency.

He had made the stupid mistake of not using protection that night, and had wrought the consequences. Jungkook stared at Y/N briefly, assessing her. Even though he knew she was not in a relationship, she looked like a mother. She was the type of girl who you knew would take care of babies and nurture them. She was curvy , with luscious thick hair cascading down her back and a very warm face. The quintessential girl next door. Nothing dazzling or glamorous to look at, but sweet and friendly. Like a neighborhood librarian. Or the girl next door who you could ask sugar from.

All the members of BTS knew she was the fixer upper of the PR time, very skilled at her job and aware of what she had to do to avoid bad press. Extremely efficient but kind, human in a way that they had not seen in years, even since their debut. Jungkook was at a loss for what to do and he had been coming to the agency to look for his manager. Yet, to his great luck he had found Y/N.

The next morning he had popped up at Y/N's apartment to take Baby Iro. When the door opened, he noticed Baby Iro giggling and playing with pokemon stuffed plushies in a corner as Y/N made something that smelled like sweet rice congee. She was dressed in a pink satin robe that concealed yet hinted at her lush frame. Her hair was in a bun as she ladeled him a bowl with a plate of cooked salmon and seaweed soup.

"Please eat, you must be exhausted from the shoot". As she walked over to Baby Iro, placing him on her lap as she persuaded him to take a bite of congee, Jungkook had the brightest idea. "Y/N, would you marry me?" Y/N almost fell off the sofa shocked at his sudden abrupt proposal. She chuckled in disbelief, mouth frozen in confusion, "What do yo mean Jungkook -ssi? Is this some type of prank?"

Jungkook ran over to hold her soft hands in his. He rambled, eager to get out his explanation before she put him outside his door on his way, "I need someone to look after Iro. With my lifestyle and the way I want to live, a baby does not fit into my plans. But I do not want to abandon my flesh and blood. If we are married, I will gaurantee you a third of my wealth written in a pre-nuptial and whatever else you would like. We would keep your identity hidden. Please consider my proposal. We can have a marriage of convenience, written out in a contract. No feelings, just business."

I stared at him in shock at his boldness and audacity. As the request filtered through my brain, I realized it for the great opportunity it was. I wouldn't have to serve a man, but would have all the privileges that came with being married to such a prominent star. He would barely be in the house, jetting god knows where with god knows who. And I could have wealth, peace, baby Iro and a baby of my own. Everything I yearned to have since I was a little girl. Babies of my own and money. Money that would not trap me into a desolate life. I could pay for Wei's college and set myself up for a stable life.

Measuring my words carefully, I solemnly uttered, "If you want this to happen, I want complete anonymity and my name written into the pre-nuptial with the amount you suggested. My only other stipulations are that I have a separate house for me and Iro, away from you. I need to ensure Iro has a stable upbringing without having to see models and other stars come in and out of the house constantly. The last condition is that I would like to have your child. We can do this through artificial insemination in a clinic. I have always wanted a house with children and if you intend on asking something this big from me, I intend to do the same. You and I will never engage in sexual intercourse and will keep this strictly a marriage of convenience. You will visit the kids at least once a month. I have no other say in what you do with your life, and wish you follow the same boundaries with me".

He sat there shell shocked at my quick rejoinder to his preposterous proposition, chewing on his lip ring , bangs occluding his dark eyes, pondering my requests. His voice reverberated through the room with finality, " I agree. You have a deal. I will have my lawyers draw the papers and that is what we shall do." We had a civil ceremony the next day itself, taking less than 15 minutes for the signing of the papers. He had looked disinterested and barely spoke through the ceremony.

After this interaction, I didn't see him till 2 months later. I had shifted into a beautiful house resembling a gargantuan cottage placed in Jeju near the coast. It was exactly what I had been hoping for, a home, away from the pollution of the city. He had written a third of his wealth into the pre-nuptial, which would be used at my discretion. The first thing I did was to pay off Wei's tuition for university and any debt our parents had left us.

I took a decent sum of what he had written in my name and invested it in many other tiny resorts in Jeju, making sure that the money would multiply. My kids and I would be set for generations. That was the aim. Iro was growing day by day, from a chubby little baby who giggled and snorted at the swaying daffodils and baby turtles that washed up onto the beach near the house, to a healthy glowing kid, friendly and happy, intelligent with a beautiful voice reminiscent of his father.

Jungkook kept his promise and showed up for a fortnight once a month to visit Iro the first year. The year after, his visits decreased. And with each passing birthday of Iro, the visits dwindled even further. He had kept his promise of providing sperm for artificial insemination, and as Iro turned 4, I had Mari. Wei came to help me during that time and we both watched Iro. The nights together were beautiful. Wei would help me cook all my favorite dishes and desserts, as we relaxed with house staff in the evenings, setting up beach promenades and tiny little parties for Iro and baby Mari.

My life became exactly as I envisioned it. Born on Christmas, Mari showed up as a mischievious chubby little tot into the world, breaking the glasses of the doctor who had delivered her. She was ridiculously strong, turning over entire flower beds even at the age of 2, learning to walk ridiculously quickly. Breastfeeding her was a travesty. She would tug at my nipples impatiently with her teeth sometimes , forcing the milk to enter her mouth.

My babies and I were living the dream. Jungkook stopped showing up a month before my delivery. He never saw Mari or Iro. From tabloids and news, Wei and I gathered that he was too busy hanging out with his members, attending parties and fashion events, living the busy pop star life. The tabloids held sensational titles of his new paramours, a new one close to every month. The women were so beautiful, otherworldly compared to me. I stayed healthy but curvy, thick thighs and butt, with a plusher stomach. The only drastic change to my body were the big boobs that had been blessed from pregnancy, that grew to be 2 bigger cups.

I had loose skin, and cellulite, and slightly droopy breasts. But I was happy and peaceful. I had everything I could ask for, taking care of my babies, stacking our money continuously as I wrote novels under a pseudonym. My romance novels were popular, and I had a book signing lined up next month in Seoul I intended to take the kids to as well.

Just as I was booking tickets for Seoul, I received an invite from Jungkook's secretary, "Hello Ms. Y/N. Mr. Jeon Jungkook is requesting you attendance for a banquet that is happening in his main residence. His parents will be attending and he would like to introduce the kids to them. Please promptly be there in the next 2 weeks at 9 AM. Thank you."

Well I guess the kids and I would be going sooner than I expected.

#chubby reader #bts x reader #jungkook x reader #bts x plus size reader #eventual smut #self love #angst #smut #jungkook x chubby reader #jungkook fanfic #bts #bts fanfic #curvy reader x jungkook #whipped jungkook #dubcon

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blastoqueen · 2 months ago

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Sunrise.

Chapter 7

Rating: Teen and Up

Relationships: Noa x Mae (Kingdom of the Planet of the Apes)

Content warnings: None

Comments: English is not my first language. Is anyone still reading this story? Lol. I am sorry for disappearing for so long, med school is draining me lmao. Here is a short thing I wrote, there is more to come I promise. (Please act like my terrible english is not by accident and that Noa writes stories with this grammar)

The thing is, I don´t actually think that I´m evolving, that´s just something I said to make Mae mad. I believe that I am learning and that I can do things most apes don´t. Evolving just sounds too drastic, too soon. Even if my species starts to evolve, why would the human think we are going to be like them? What if we are better?

It has been two weeks since the incident and she hasn’t said a word to me. I ignored her too the first five days, but then it became hard not to miss her. She has been spending time with Soona and her friends, Anaya is rarely with her, and he tells me Mae almost never says anything relevant to him. I guess she knows that the ape will come to me with all the details.

I encounter Soona a week after, trying to get information about Mae. She looked disappointed when she found out that all I wanted was to talk about the human, she even called me “asshole”, I guess she heard it from the girl.

“Why wont you… tell me… what you said to her?” Anaya asked me one night, we were watching the stars and eating peaches.

“I told you I didn’t say anything” I was kind of embarrassed to tell my friend about my whole speech about evolution, and I was also ashamed for making her cry.

“Liar” he said, hurt “You spend so much… time… with humans… you are starting to lie… like them”

I cried that night.

By the third week I decided I couldn’t take it anymore and showed up to Mae´s door at noon. I didn’t have a plan nor a speech, so I just froze when I saw her opening the door. She looked different, her hair was a lot shorter than yesterday, and she was wearing different clothes. When Mae first arrived at the village, after almost being starved to death in the bunker, she had a dirty piece of clothing that covered only her butt and left her legs visible, in the top part of her body she wore a black thing that hang loose and had shoes on her feet. Now, her legs were completely covered, and her feet were bear.

“Your hair” I said without thinking. The human looked at me with a straight face and started to close the door “Wait, no, Mae. I need to talk to you”

“What?”

“I…” I just stood there, looking dumb and awkward.

She closed the door.

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“Do you… love her?” Anaya asked.

“Who?”

“Don’t do that… you know, Mae”

“Mae? What? The filthy human?”

Why am I like this?

“Don’t have to be so rude…”

“She is a human”

“That is not… what I asked”

“I care for her”

“Not what I asked”

“What are you implying? That I want her to be my wife or something like that? She would hate that… she doesn’t even want to talk… to me. I can´t be with her, she despites me. I think she is afraid of me, and she has every right to be”

My friend stood in silence, watching me with a sad face.

I felt dumb, vulnerable, impulsive. I realized that I had confessed my deepest desires about Mae and also my biggest insecurities.

“I wish she was an ape” I murmured “So that I don’t have to feel so scared… of love”

#kingdom of the planet of the apes #noa x mae #mae #planet of the apes #fanfic #kotpota #noa and mae #soona #anaya

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chaosduckies · 8 months ago

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Restoration (Chapter 4)

I am absolutely brain dead. Anyways, a little bit of lore on Ryker because I’ve barely given any on him, andddd Lucky is back!

Word Count: 4,100

CW: Fear, Panic attacks, Anxiety, (I think that’s all for this one)

4-Nathan

After yesterday I couldn’t help but feel bad for Ryker. He didn’t lie about staying after class and talking with Mrs. Kay. He stayed behind and talked as I rushed my way back home. I had no idea what they talked about, or what we were going to do. Not that I had a decision in the matter.

If Ryker hadn’t caught on that I was terrified of him after yesterdays display, then I don’t know how he’ll figure it out. Just being with him for half a day and I almost immediately curled up on my bed and cried myself to sleep. I couldn’t help that I was scared. I was broken in all the wrong places and whatever pieces that were missing weren’t going to be found anytime soon. It’s just, that I kind of wish I’d be able to apologize for the way I had acted to him yesterday.

Guilt built up inside me the longer I thought about it on my way to school. My mom had asked me the night before how everything went, and I just told her it was okay. It most definitely was not. I felt scared, anxious, and nervous all at the same time. My stomach twisted at this horrible idea I had in my head. I hadn’t even made it to the front doors of my school before my knees nearly buckled underneath me.

A few shaky breaths and I forced myself through the hundred of students. My heart pounding in my chest, the way all the voices around me were muffled, the way I felt dizzy. This was a horrible idea. Even my own body knew that.

I made it to the classroom, mindful to keep closer to the wall so I’m not stepped on as people moved around trying to get their newly-made friends. The mini-office was closed today, meaning that Ryker would be somewhere in this classroom, and it wasn’t hard to spot the same black hoodie in the back of the classroom.

He was on his phone, looking like he was texting someone. Not my business. What was my business was how I was going to apologize to him. I owe him so much. This was my bad idea. Mainly for me at least. I probably won’t be able to get the words out. Or I might stutter every second and he’d be confused. Heck, I might talk but it’s be quiet and I’d have to repeat it all to him. I only really had once chance before my body shuts down on me and he’d see yet another pathetic display come from me.

I made my way there, noticing the slight uneasiness on his face. He was still texting. Good news for me then. He won’t have to see me struggle to walk even closer than I’ve ever willingly done before.

Today, the elevator up was the longest trip I’ve made yet. Everything felt slowed once again, but this time a rising anxiousness built up inside. What would he think of me afterwards? Would he think I was the small, puny, bug he probably thinks I am? What was I doing? This was a bad idea.

As soon as I heard a ding, I took a deep breath, hoping he was still texting away on his phone. It took me a while to convince my body to move, but I managed it. My mind pictured the same torturers in front of me. Smiling with a wide grin as I limped over as they had intersected me to. I’m not there anymore. I had to remind myself before peaking out and nearly letting out a squeak when I realized his attention was all on me now. Even if he still had his phone out, his gaze was on me.

I retreated back into the safety of the elevator, hearing him finishing whatever he was typing and shove his phone back in his pocket. Suddenly everything was so loud to me. Was that normal? I don’t think so. My mind was racing and my heart was beating so fast it might just rip right out of my chest. Was it out of fear?

Even though I know Ryker saw me, he never said anything. Nothing at all. Great. Something else to apologize about. I knew this was a bad idea from the start. If I hadn’t came up with this dumb plan, then maybe I would of had an easier time getting out, but now that I know he’ll be giving me his full attention, all confidence was sucked dry out of me.

I kept Ryker waited for what felt like hours for me. But the bell still hadn’t rang. Nearly five minutes had passed. He was oddly patient. Or maybe just another trick to make me blindly fall into another cage. Tears stung my eyes, but I wiped them away before they could fall. Just do it. Nothing could be worse than being kidnapped and tortured. So, whatever Ryker was going to do to me eventually, he might as well do it now.

Even though my body screamed at me to press the down button on the elevator and get the heck out of here, I stayed put. I wasn’t just going to make Ryker deal with my insolence and not apologize for the way I act. I’m pretty I’m the cause of all his stress lately. Just another thing to feel guilty about.

I took my first steps out for what seemed like the first day all over again. Ryker was tapping on the desk rhythmically, one hand holding his head up. It sounded like a familiar song, but I didn’t focus on that. I focused on taking my extremely shaky steps towards him. It wasn’t long before he caught sight of me, sitting up and keeping his hands on the desk. I was not counting on that, but I’ll just deal with it.

I hate how hard it was just for me to say “I’m sorry.” All the fear in my body was taking control and telling me to head back, but I just had to force myself to stay. The closer I was, the more my heart seemed to skip a beat. The more my breaths became more frequent. A panic attack now was the worst time.

Once I was as close as my body would allow, I took time to calm myself down so my words didn’t come out slurred or stuttered as much. Yup. All this just so the guilt would go away. It would be worth it in the end.

My head wouldn’t look up to see his reaction, so I just had to guess that he was just as shocked as I was. I opened my mouth to speak, but no noise came out. Great. I knew this would happen. My voice never fails to stop working when I really needed it. Just great.

I heard moving, which made my head pick up instinctively, seeing that Ryker was standing up, a sorry look on his face. Wait no… Did I do something wrong? Why wasn’t he talking? Was it because I was taking too long? Did he finally grow tired of me? No. Nononono. That’s not what I wanted. Why can’t I do anything right?

He placed his hand on the edge of the desk again, the same look on his face. I did do something wrong, didn’t I? The realization hit me like a cannonball. Whatever I did, he obviously hated me for it. Even more guilt gets piled up on top of me. How do I manage to mess everything up when we’ve only really “hung out” for one day?

I opened my mouth to try again, but nothing comes out. Why does life hate me so much? I just wanted to say I was sorry for everything I’ve done and way I act. Heck, I was even going to apologize for the incident at lunch the other day. He shouldn’t of had to save me.

My body was acting on it’s own, taking a step back as my body trembled and I hung my head down in defeat. I knew this was a bad idea.

Ryker’s hand moved to the side as he sat back down, his hand too close for comfort but I brought it upon myself for being this close. My entire body felt like crawling under my blankets and crying myself to sleep. Life really did hate me. I just wanted to talk… Even if it meant I couldn’t keep the conversation going. At least apologize. That was my only goal for the day. That long with surviving anyways.

“Are you all right, Nathan? You don’t look too good…” He had asked me. And I made the mistake of shaking my head in all honesty.

———Ryker———

My heart fell. I’ve never seen someone so afraid and shaky before. Never.

What was I supposed to do? Nathan’s never talked to before. I know nothing about him. He could say the same about me, but still. It’s just that I didn’t know what he was so afraid of. I don’t want to force him to do anything, and the only real way I know how to calm a person down is to hug or give them what they need. I live with five siblings I have to take care of, they feel comfortable around me so I know what calms them down and what doesn’t.

Nathan is comfortable around me.

I didn’t know his boundaries, I didn’t know why he seemed like he wanted to do something but couldn’t, and I really didn’t know how to calm him down. Hands weren’t even an option since I’ve noticed he jumps and scoots away every time I was getting something from my bag yesterday. I’ve noticed that he moves away from me when he thinks he’s in my way. And I’ve most definitely noticed that he never does anything unless he knows for sure it was okay to do. Looking for validation before doing anything.

Looking around the room, there were still a lot of people trying to get around before the first bell. Not that I cared though. I was more worried about what to do. I knew absolutely nothing about him. Only that we were both seniors.

Nathan stole a quick glance up at me, hanging his head down almost immediately. But I swear I see him trying to speak. Was that what he was trying to do? Was he self conscious about his voice or something? Or was it just that I was making him nervous? Most likely the second since every time he does try to speak my attention is always on him. Was that why he was scared? He didn’t like attention? I didn’t know.

He picks his head up again, but I made the mistake of looking down once again and seeing his mouth forming words but nothing coming out. He covers his mouth and ducks his head again. That was it. He doesn’t want me to watch him say whatever he was about to say. Social anxiety?

Still, I can tell he’s trembling like crazy and he’s not even in my hand yet. I noticed that yesterday too. Just what happened to him?

I tried making up ways in my head how he would be able to talk without me paying attention, but nothing came to mind. If anything, I just really wanted to hear what he was trying to say to me. I don’t even care if it’s something rude towards me. The little guy already has a hard time just being comfortable around me, so I think it’s a step forward if he’s trying to talk. He probably would hate me if I had called him that nickname though. It suits him though. He’s shorter than most humans, and he seems like a really sweet guy.

“If you’re trying to say something you can take your time. We have all week. I can wait.” I gave a smile in hopes that he wouldn’t dwell on this the entire day. I haven’t mentioned anything about the lunch incident either since I guess he didn’t want to talk about it after he just ran off. Oh. Maybe he felt guilty for running away?

Shaking my head at the thought, I let out a hand for him to get onto. It worried me that he could never keep his balance when he had only taken one step on, but he had never done it before. It’s expected. Maybe later on I could help him out with that? Then what Mrs. Kay told me yesterday hung in the back of my head.

“Nathan has trouble being around giants. I’m just using this class to get him used to it. The real world won’t be so kind to him if you don’t do this. Plus, I’m sure you’re the perfect one for the job.”

What did that mean? How was I the perfect one for the job? Almost everyone in the school avoids me after my parents… never mind. But still, everyone thought I was so mentally unstable that I could be thrown into a psych ward any day now. I didn’t appreciate the statement, but part of that isn't wrong. So how was I supposed to help him?

Nathan took shaky steps forward, and cautiously climbing into my palm, but still managed to fall over. I would help, but he doesn’t like being touched. He wasn’t lying when he said he didn’t know how to do this. It just takes some time, and I’m very patient.

We did the same thing as yesterday. Sat down in class and as placed my journal full of unused notes on the desk, he moves away. I didn’t know if he thought he was in my way, or if he just didn’t like being near anything that he thought would kill him. There was no telling. It wasn’t like I was going to just blindly throw something on my desk without taking into consideration that he might be freaked out by that. Especially since he’s just a little taller than the width of my fingers.

I remember when I first saw him, my first thought was: He’s really small. And that’s saying something since I have a younger human sister that’s barely turning five this next month. But I also thought that he was really nice. And he is, but it’s not in the way I had imagined. What was he hiding that made him so scared?

———Nathan———

Stupid. I was so stupid. I completely exposed myself to Ryker, and all he did was say that I could take my time. Why was Ryker so nice? I wasn’t used to that! Coming from a giant too? No. It’s a definite lie. He was somehow patient with me even when I took all the time in the time in the world. Every single time I’m overthinking something or just really torn up, he gives a smile, like he knows what’s going on in my mind. I was so confused.

The day went by fast, and nearly every class period I tried to talk. Heck, at this point it would be great just to make any kind of noise, even when I know that he’d laugh at me. I think it was 6th period when I managed to get a word out, but he didn’t hear me. As expected. Why was this so hard for me?

During his seventh period, he set me down by the human sized doors and sat down on the same couch as before, reading the same book as yesterday. The other three people sat at the table playing Uno yet again, laughing their butts off while the librarian was putting away some books.

I headed through the doors of the human library, seeing that there was an entire freshman class in here. That was surprise. Probably getting books for a project or report or something. Though, I did spot one familiar face as I sat down on the couch in the corner. The one that saved me during lunch the other day. Lucky.

It was maybe fifteen minutes after their class had all grabbed whatever books they needed and sat down talking. It was loud, but it’s not like it bothered me. I mean, I was supposed to be in calculus right now. I’d much rather prefer this.

My head was buried in a book when someone had sat next to me. I nearly jumped, but just looked over to see that is was Lucky. Why would he even come over here to me? Wasn’t he supposed to be with his class? Obviously it didn’t stop him from talking to me. Wait. Maybe I could ask about Ryker? They seem to be good friends even though I’ve never seen them talk besides on Monday.

“You’re…. Nathan? That’s what Ryker called you, right?” He had on a smile and still sat almost an entire head taller than me while sitting down. Makes sense. But it was kind of embarrassing when a freshman was so much more taller that their upperclassmen. It makes me feel even more insecure.

I replied with a nod, never looking directly at him. I was scared he might say something. Just like a list of my many, many fears.

“Why’d you run out the other day? Y’know, during lunch?” How did I know he was going to ask that? Someone would have eventually. Just, I didn’t expect it to be brought up so casually. I mean, why did he even care? Did I make him angry by running off? Did I hurt his feelings that I didn’t give an apology or a thank you? I cringed at the thought, but I knew I had to face it.

“I… Um, I was scared. So I-I’m sorry for r-running, and th-thank so much for g-getting me out of there.” I bit my tongue for stuttering the last bit. At least if he’s angry at me I’ll know that I did thank him at least. That’s one guilt off my chest. Still, I have to tell Ryker, and he’s harder to talk to given that my own body goes against me every time I try to talk or even get the slightest bit closer so he can hear me. Life hated me so much.

“Anytime,” Lucky had started, “My brother said something about some kind of project with you two? I wasn’t paying attention.” Brother? Where did that come from? I don’t even know who he’s talking about. Was he in my class? Was he one of the people watching as I failed miserably to make some kind of interaction?

“Brother?” Lucky’s eyes shot wide, then he bursted out laughing. Did I do something wrong? Or embarrassing? And suddenly, I felt dozens of eyes on me. His whole class was looking at us. I gulped, burying my head. This was fine. Just ignore them and they’ll go away, yeah…

“Well, I’m the adopted one, but Ryker is my older brother.” Lucky explained to me. Oh. What. How does that work? Ryker was a giant, and Lucky was human. It’s not entirely abnormal for a human to be adopted by a giant family, but I never understood how they even live through that. Even if the human manages to escape, they’re legally owned by that family. But besides the point, that made things a million times harder for me. Anything I said to Lucky, he would tell Ryker. Great.

“So how’s that project going?” Lucky had asked, a chuckle escaping his mouth. I shook my head, groaning. I don’t need to be reminded that I was making things harder for Ryker. It’s not my fault! I guess in a sense it is though. Since my mind obviously can’t forget what happened a nearly a year ago.

Lucky pulled out his phone, texted someone, the shoved it back in his pocket, “You get used to Ryker after a while. He’s a nice guy.” So everyone’s said. I believe them though. Ryker’s done nothing but be patient with me and try to make some kind of progress on getting me to open up. I’m the problem.

Lucky’s teacher had called everyone to get back to class, letting him know to leave, “Oh hey, you should come over on Friday. I heard that was part of your little… trust exercises?” He smiled and left with his class. What? He knew about that? Did that mean Ryker has talked about me to him? Oh that did not bring me any peace of mind. Not at all. If he has, what has he said? That I was impossible to deal with? I was infuriating?

And suddenly I wasn’t so confident about this week anymore.

———Ryker———

Lucky had texted me that he was talking to Nathan. I mean, that offered some kind of relief, but not entirely. Lucky could be… ecstatic at times. Especially when he was meeting new people. Or when he was around Dylan is was five times worse. Luckily, that wasn’t possible so I didn’t dwell on it too much. But, I did plan on inviting Nathan over to my house this Friday or sometime during the weekend. Since Mrs. Kay denied my request to take this off the long list of things I already had to do. Not that I would mind him over. It’s just that he might be a little surprised to see everyone.

Nathan seemed a little more uneasy after his talk with Lucky, which really worried me. What did Lucky say? Or better yet, what was Nathan thinking? It seemed like the more important question. I’m sure Lucky told Nathan that we were brothers, but I doubt he told them about everyone else. That would have been a lot to go over. Not that he won’t find out eventually. Nathan still hasn’t said what he wanted to say this morning. Whatever it was. I was anxious to hear, but at the same time I knew he was having some problems.

Last period was the same as yesterday. Just another day to get to know one another better, but I’ve made no progress at all. I’d like to at least know what his favorite color is at this point, but I’m sure he was wondering the same about me. I haven’t told him anything about me either.

Currently, Nathan was sitting on my desk facing me just like everyone else. Not what he usually does, but that’s fine. Maybe Lucky had actually helped him instead of freaking him out? Maybe. A slight possibility.

“Everything alright?” I had asked, easing some of my relief. I was actually really worried about him. I’ve never encountered someone so afraid in my entire life, and that was saying something.

He nodded his head, playing with his hands. Nervous? I could never tell with him. How do I break it to him that Mrs. Kay is making him come over to my house? She knows that it can get a little chaotic and with my newfound knowledge that he has a hard time being around giants, this might not be the best match-up. I’ve noticed that Nathan doesn’t like people acknowledging him or even looking at him. Does it give him anxiety? Probably. Explains why he was struggling to talk to me. It only made me feel even more bad for him.

I guess if I was going to tell him it would be now. He’d have to know anyways, “Hey, um, I asked about you not being able to come over, and she just said that it would be better if you came over anyways. I’m sorry, really.” I saw him cringe back and nod his head sadly. I wondered why he was so uncomfortable with the idea of going over to my house though. Him knowing about my… predicament is something, but he didn’t know. So it was really weird to see him so scared and shaky when Mrs. Kay brought up the idea yesterday.

“So how does Friday sound? We have a separate human part of the house if you get too overwhelmed and I’ll take you back home anytime? How’s that?” I tried to somewhat calm him down, but for some reason I think it might have the opposite affect on him. Oh good going Ryker. Just great. Give him another reason to be scared.

To my surprise, he nodded. This could either go horribly wrong, or great. Only one way to find out.

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This chapter for some reason was hard to write so I’m sorry if it’s not like the past three chapters. I’m pretty sure I wrote half of this at three in the morning so if it sounds weird that’s three a.m. me. Thank you for reading though! Asks are always open if you have questions about anyone!

#Restoration #g/t #g/t writing #g/t community #gt #Oc: Ryker #Oc: Nathan #sfw g/t #Giant/tiny #g/t fearplay #g/t angst #You get lore this time!!!#Oc: Lucky #I don’t know why I loved writing this chapter #I just did #Thank you for reading!#Lucky is just silly

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foressfaction · 10 months ago

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:Ticci Toby:{A Rewrite}

CHAPTER 6

WARNING:: This story contains EXTREMELY triggering topics such as Domestic/Child/Substance abuse, Death, harsh language, GORE and dissociation triggers. This story mentions mental illnesses and disorders such as Depression, PTSD, ADHD, and Tourette's Syndrome. !!TICS MAY BE TRIGGERING!!

Chapter six

Toby got home that night, realizing what he had done to his hands on the way home. They were chewed, bloody. Most of the blood was dry, but it wasn't hard to wash off.

Toby found some old pairs of winter gloves, they were black. He cut the tips of the fingers off, pulling them onto his hands to hide his scarred skin. He mostly wore jackets and flannels so the gloves wouldn't stand out as much. He really didn't want to be bandaged up again.

Lyra came opening his door, looking at him wide eyed. "What's up? I had an odd feeling just now."

"Eh? Oh, I'm fine, just- sitting, yep." he shrugged, tugging his hands into the creases of his elbows.

"Wait, Lyra, I have to ask, why was dad so mad yesterday?" he spoke, now thinking about how his head was healing. A white strip of gauze wrapped around his forehead halfway.

Lyra came in and sat down on his bed, hopping a little as she did so, making the bed bounce. "I'm so sorry I forgot to tell you. I quit my job, and well now we don't have much income."

Toby looked down slightly, kinda upset too. "heh..let me guess, dad did-didn't like that because you we-were the only one making money?"

She nodded. "I couldn't handle the drama, I wasn't getting promoted, I was only getting yelled at, work used to be my only escape from the verbal assault but I just didn't feel safe there." Lyra explained. This made Toby wonder, was Lyra skipping school? She never talked about it.

"You're still going to school right?" Toby asked. This earned a guilty side eye from the blonde girl. "Look- don't tell mom and dad okay? It was just too overwhelming and i had to work and- and-"

Toby grabbed her hand with a weak smile. "it's safe w-with me, why would i tell them? I know how dad would react, and mom would nev-never see the end of it." He looked down, a few facial tics leaving him.

"Let's go somewhere." Lyra randomly suggested. "Anywhere, for a drive, walk, even running doesn't sound so bad, I bet I can beat you in a race." She winked childishly. Despite being five years older than Toby, Lyra was a rather playful person. She was just overall chaotic. All she wanted to do was to make her brother laugh, see him smile. He never smiled much, or when he did it was an awkward smirk.

"Nuh uh, i-im way faster than you, believe it." Toby responded, taking on her challenge.

Lyra laughed stupidly and got up, lightning the mood. "Get your shoes on." She left the room quickly.

Toby got up and pulled on his old converses, they were all dirty and worn out from wearing them for so long. Toby followed the girl who disappeared into her room.

Lyra was putting her hair into a loose ponytail. She had bangs that fell perfectly above her eyes, and side tails that were just too short to fit into the ponytail. Her hair was thick and naturally a yellow blonde color. It was rather messy too, a family trait. She pulled on her own pair of plain white converses. Despite being white, they were still in way better shape than Toby's. Her style was pretty casual for their time, baggy jeans, band T-shirts with flannels or other sweaters layered over. They did live in a colder area so thicker and warmer clothes dominated their wardrobe. Plus the family's poor income only allowed them to mostly thrift all of their things, and stick to the same pair of shoes for years.

It's a good thing they never really grow out of old clothes. Both of the siblings being underweight and pretty malnourished. Lyra keeps Toby in check by doing things like they are now, exercising, without knowing it. Lyra and Toby honestly just liked being active. Staying inside all day was a bummer, and so what if it was 50 degrees out, they weren't going to suffice being bored to death all day.

School or work was the only reason they left the house, sometimes it was good to get out.

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#creepypasta #slenderverse #foressfaction #ticci toby #toby rogers #rewrite #creepypastarewrite #ticcitobyrewrite

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kaylinalexanderbooks · 16 days ago

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WIP Wednesday/Writing Share

Thanks @eccaiia here, @aalinaaaaaa here, and here, @drchenquill here, and @mysticstarlightduck here!

WIP Wednesday Rules: post something (anything!) about your WIP on a Wednesday

Writing Share Rules: share some writing!

Since I just posted an intro post for IWAJAD, why not post something about it?

I wrote an early draft in high school, so here's the opening! I'll refine it later....

“And the next award will be for the most influential person in our school,” said Ms. Dakota from the top of the stage. I was in the front row seat, waiting in anticipation. Ms. Dakota opened the envelope, pulling out a card. “Kyla Tran!” I gasped as the room applauded around me. I heard the football team cheering, the artists hollering. Noemi beside me patted me on the back, encouraging me to my feet. On the stage, Ms. Dakota gave me a hug. “We are all so happy that you’re at our school, Kyla. Whatever would we do without you?” “I don’t know, Ms. Dakota,” I said. “Well, we’ve decided to give you all of these awards!” Ms. Dakota gestured behind her, and a man with long, dark hair in all black pulled out a wagon stacked high with awards. “Wow,” I said. “Thank you, Keanu Reeves.” Keanu smiled at me and handed me one of the awards. I gazed out into the audience. There had to be a few hundred people here. “Thank you. Thank you everyone. I’m so glad to be your most influential person. I’ve had the speech prepared, but I am so overwhelmed, that I couldn’t speak. The lights were now off. No, my eyes were just closed. The stage was soft. Wait, I was lying down. The audience was still there. I felt them. I wanted to speak. Thank them for the award. Then I realized my head was on a pillow. The audience wasn't there. I didn’t have an award in my hand. What was happening? Wait, didn’t--hold on, Keanu Reeves was there. I was now aware that I was awake, but I refused to open my eyes. Maybe I could finish the dream so I could finish my acceptance speech. My alarm wasn't going off. Great. I’d woken up before my alarm. I promise that you'll never find another like me…. I know that I’m a handful, baby, uh…. Oh, there it is. I reached for my phone, blindly swiping the alarm left to stop the Taylor Swift song. It was Friday. No, wait, Thursday. Right? Wait, what happened yesterday? I stayed after school for volleyball. Yes, that happens on Wednesdays. Not Thursdays. Therefore, because that was yesterday, that means it was Thursday. Unless it was Tuesday or Saturday. Practices were three times a week. Was it only Tuesday? Was I waking up this early on a Saturday? No, yesterday was Thursday. No, wait, today was Thursday. Yes.

I feel like when I start the next draft I'll have a similar opening. Not exactly, but similar. It's gonna be in present tense though.

Tagging @illarian-rambling @mk-writes-stuff @paeliae-occasionally @honeybewrites @the-golden-comet

+ ANYONE ELSE

IWAJAD intro

IWAJAD tag list (ask to be +/-): @thepeculiarbird @mrbexwrites @drchenquill

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thecanadianweeb · 1 year ago

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Barbie Movie Review (TW: Spoilers!)

So I saw the barbie movie yesterday with my GF and her mother too.

Since people were wearing pink to the movie, i wore my pink Y2K tracksuit that my aunt got at a flea market for me. My gf wore a pink dress with a leather jacket. My tracksuit totally fit the vibe! Anyways my theater was full of gays, including us.

So the movie starts really wholesome, with feminism as it's motto... until barbie starts having an existential crisis. Then she goes to the weird barbie, the black sheep of barbieland. The weird barbie tells her that whoever is playing with her at the moment is causing the crisis. Then she goes to the real world and ken is the tag-along (man) child.

In the real world, barbie meets Barbra Handler while sitting on a bench, while trying to regain memories of who was playing with her.

she finds out that it was a high-schooler named Sasha. she goes up to find her, while ken starts getting into conservative politics.

Eventually, Mattel themselves finds out that barbie has escaped her world and ended up in the human realm. they then send out agents to get her because it could have serious consequences on both worlds.

Barbie soon finds Sasha, but then gets roasted by her because she hates barbies due to unrealistic (body) standards. Barbie sits down on the curb of the school and cries until Mattel's agents find her. Barbie is kinda happy to see them because she's always wanted to see what some of her creators have done. Meanwhile, Gloria, Sasha's mom is picking her up when she sees barbie getting picked up by Mattel but is too late.

When barbie is at Mattel headquarters, she explores the building and goes to the CEO's office. They then put her in a box that nearly kidnaps her, so she makes a run for it while the agents chase after her! Meanwhile, Ken is going back to barbieland with his new political agenda.

While running away from the Agents, Barbie runs into Ruth Handler, The mother/creator of Barbie itself! She tells barbie a secret escape method and it works! Barbie then meets Gloria and her daughter. They stare for a bit with a lot of queer-coded Sapphic tension. Then barbie flops into the car due to the agents catching up. Which cues a car chase scene!

in this car chase scene, Gloria and barbie talk about their problems and find out that SHE's the one that's messing with her life. Gloria also talks about her male partner is all by himself, practicing his spanish on duolingo. eventually they get away from the agents safely, and barbie takes the two newfound friends back to barbieland, which has now been turned into kendom. Barbie is obviously unhappy, because her friends have been turned into sex slaves with maid outfits! (Weird, right?) The constitution was also about to be changed too!

Barbie then becomes incredibly depressed and goes to the only refuge left: Weird Barbie's house! the other barbies which weren't brainwashed were staying there for safety as well. Then there's a narration stating that Margot Robbie probably wasn't the best actress for this scene, because ya know.

The Mattel agents realize that changes have aleady been made to both worlds and send the agents into barbieland to stop it as well!

Then there's an actual commercial for a depressed barbie doll, which is super funny. but also kinda sad.

Gloria and Sasha decide to go back to the real world, but ken has issued the construction of a Donald Trump-esque wall! And what's worse, Someone hitched a ride on the pair's Car! Turns out that it was just Allan, and he's actually a nice guy trying to escape the conservative government. Then out of nowhere, He literally jumps out and punches the Construction workers, serving as a distraction!

Gloria and Sasha have an "Oh Sh*t, we gotta help her" moment and go back to help save Barbieland! they end up finding her in the strange Barbie's house. And Gloria gives an inspiring speech about life and it's hardships. She's also wearing a shirt with the Lesbian flag colors on it!

Eventually, the refugee barbies and Gloria come up with a plan to undo the ken Regime (that's what I'm gonna call it) and bring order back.

this plan includes cheating on all of the other ken dolls and making them fight against each other, lord of the flies style.

it ends up working and everything is back to normal. when the kens come back from a homoerotic lord of the flies battle, they see that their changes have been undone and are upset. Ken tries to seduce barbie, but she ignores it bc they are both gay in denial or possibly bi/aro, etc. the girls then tell the kens that they are enough if they stop being stupid and actually be supportive for once.

Then the agents meet up and talk to barbie saying that's she's the hero and deserves a happy ending with ken. Barbie disagrees, saying that she doesn't know who or what she wants to be. Then Ruth comes back and tell her about how she was her actual mother and it's up to her to decide her destiny in an inspiring speech. Barbie then decides to stay in the real world and it's unclear if the portal was left closed or open. Same thing with ken and barbie being gay. All it shows in the end is barbie asking if she's celibate, which is a recurring joke in the film.

I think since it has an ambiguous ending, barbie might actually be in a poly relationship with Gloria and her partner.

Anyways, TLDR, Barbie has an existential crisis, gains a girlfriend (Both ways ig) and discovers herself.

If you are a Parent, don't bring your children to this movie unless they can handle mature topics or you are willing to explain stuff. it is rated PG-13 in my country, however. Other than that, A great movie! (unless you have mommy issues)

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ladykailitha · 2 years ago

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Star Child Part 4

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

They arrived at the green room for the little dive bar they were playing at the next day. They always sold out stadiums, but this was a way for them to give back to the dive bars that got them their start.

Sitting among the swaths of things mentioned in their rider was a bouquet of flowers.

Jeff turned to the owner, Jess. “Hey, what’s this? We said no fan gifts in the green room.”

“I wasn’t sure where else to put it,” she said with a shrug. “Because it’s not from a fan. Or at least not the usual kind.”

Eddie walked over to the flowers and picked them. Inside the black tissue paper were some of the most beautiful black and dark red flowers he’d ever seen. There was a card.

-Eddie

Good luck, in case I miss the concert.

Steve

And there was a little heart next to his name.

“Oh.”

Jess smiled. “So I was right, not the usual fan.”

The other three members crowded over Eddie’s shoulder and read the note.

Gareth looked up at her and grinned. “Nope, you were so right. This a suitor for the fair Eddie.”

Eddie smacked his arm. “Fuck off, man.”

“So is he going to try to come to the concert then?” Brian asked, pointing to card.

“That’s what it looks like,” Jeff said.

Eddie leaned around his friends to look at Jess. “But I thought it was sold out.”

“It is,” Jess agreed. “But if he bought a ticket before hand, he’s going to get in, right?”

Eddie just frowned. Steve didn’t seem to know about the concert tonight when they talked yesterday.

“He bought me flowers.”

He cheeks turned as red as the roses.

Brian just squeezed his shoulder.

“Come on, man,” he said. “Let’s get set up.”

Eddie kept an eye out on the crowd looking for any pop stars in tight leather pants, but to no avail.

So with a pout he slunk back to the green room and there sitting on the ratty neon green sofa was Steve Harrington.

He gave them a dorky little wave.

Jeff laughed. “How the hell, man?”

Steve turned on his cheesiest grin. “Jess and I went to high school together.”

Jess came in behind the band and glared at him. “And if you tell them anything else, do not forget I have still have our eighth grade year book.”

Steve’s grin turned feral. “I don’t have to tell them anything, sweetheart. Or did you forget Corroded Coffin are Hawkins High boys, too?”

Jess circled around them, eyeing them critically. “I think I’d remember those hot asses.”

Gareth laughed. “We were sophomores when you were a senior, well except Eddie here.”

“What the hell were you doing hanging out with sophomores?” Jess asked.

“Trying to graduate for billionth time,” Eddie groused. “I was the year above you, your year, and the year after you.”

“And then we made it big and didn’t matter anymore,” Brian said, clapping Eddie on the back.

“We all still graduated,” Jeff said. “We made sure of that.”

“Lucky you,” Steve said with a pained smile.

“What?”

The whole band turned to Steve.

He shrugged. “I have my GED, but I never actually graduated. I was too busy learning dance moves and trying to keep my falsetto.”

“Thank fuck that didn’t last long,” Gareth said flopping on the couch next to Steve.

“What the dance moves or the falsetto?” Steve asked bumping him with his shoulder.

“The falsetto, man,” Jeff agreed. “Otherwise we wouldn’t have got that kick ass performance two nights ago.”

Jess moved further into the room. “What’s this? I didn’t know you guys performed together.”

Steve and Eddie pulled out their phones but Eddie was faster, pulling up the video of the “Low Key in Love” portion of the concert.

And Jess watched as Steve started the song. And then her eyebrows went up and she glanced at Steve who ducked his head blushing.

And then it got to the end and she stared at him open mouthed. “Holy shit dude. Why are you still doing bubblegum pop?”

“That’s what I want to know!” Jeff said.

“Contract.” Steve’s smile had gone and a mask shuttered his features.

Eddie frowned and then realized why.

“Sometimes you’ve got walk before you can run,” Eddie said putting his phone away. “And when you do release that kickass alt rock album, give me a call, I want in.”

Steve’s expression cleared to something resembling hope. “Yeah? I’d like that. A lot.”

The guys were in the green room clearing up their stuff, so Jess and Steve left them to it.

“Those boys know what you are?” she asked, popping a cap off a beer and sliding it over to him.

“I don’t know what you mean,” Steve said, scraping the label with his fingernail.

“Steve,” Jess said, low. “A lot of us figured you for gay or at the very least bisexual.”

Steve’s head rocked up in shock. “What?”

“I don’t know how you thought you were being subtle,” Jess said opening up a beer for herself. “You were eyeing Billy’s ass as often as you were eyeing Nancy’s tits.”

Steve blushed.

“So I’m gonna ask again,” Jess said, leaning on the bar. “Do those boys know what you are?”

Steve huffed out a laugh. “I’d sure hope so. I’m flirting with their lead singer.”

Jess boggled. “You’re Steve, the Steve that sent the flowers?”

Steve grinned.

“That’s right,” Gareth said, coming up from behind. “Steve-o here sent our Eddie flowers.”

“And what flowers they were,” Eddie agreed. “Very metal.”

Steve laughed again. “That’s a good thing I hope.”

“The best,” Eddie said with a wink.

“Beers for all you boys?” Jess asked.

“I’d kill for a cocktail,” Brian said. “Not sure what I’m in the mood for, but I want something sweet.”

Steve chuckled. “I know how to make one cocktail. Learned for an girlfriend who loved them.”

Jess raised an eyebrow. “This I’ve got to see.” She stepped out from behind the bar and bowed.

Steve laughed.

“All you boys wanna try this or am I just making one for Brian?” he said as he slid easily behind the bar, looking around for what he needed. “Where are your glasses?”

Jess pointed them out and looked over his shoulder. Everyone agreed to try Steve’s little cocktail so he got out four glasses. Poured the tequila, orange juice and the grenadine making a beautiful color gradient in the glass.

Everyone grabbed a glass and downed the drink.

Jeff began coughing. “Holy shit, dude, that is way too sweet.”

Gareth shrugged. “It’s not bad, but it’s not my thing.”

Brian grabbed their glasses and hoarded them. “I’ll take them then. Mine!”

Everyone laughed.

Steve turned to Eddie. “So what did you think?”

Eddie looked him in the eyes. “It’s good. Not something I’d order myself. But if I was handed it to me a party I wouldn’t turn it down.”

“Fair enough,” Steve said.

“So what’s it called?” Jeff asked. “The Harrington special?”

“Fuck no,” Steve said with a laugh. “It was invented in the 70s.”

“You going to tell us what it is, then, big boy?” Eddie teased.

“I don’t want to say, it’s embarrassing.”

Jess laughed. “I’d say. So cliche, man.” She slapped the bar. “You learned it for an ex girlfriend, should I guess the one?”

“No, no, nope,” Eddie said, waving his hands. “I don’t want to know. Let me enjoy the drink.”

Jess laughed and Steve blushed.

“You can look it up,” Steve mumbled. “It’s the second fill in when you start typing in tequila.”

The boys hurried to pull out their phones. One by one they started laughing when they got their answer.

Eddie rolled his eyes and pulled out his phone. “Hey Siri.”

“Yes?” came the robotic voice.

“What is the drink called with orange juice, tequila, and grenadine?”

“A tequila sunrise.”

Eddie slowly licked his lips. “Thanks, Siri.”

Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 14 Part 15 Part 16

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idkfitememate · 6 months ago

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Isekai Is Not For Me

૮꒰˶ᵔ ᗜ ᵔ˶꒱ა Pairings : Me!!! x Many characters, many medias :3

૮꒰ྀི∩´ ᵕ `∩꒱ྀིა W.K. : 3.9k

໒꒰ྀིᵔ ᵕ ᵔ ꒱ྀི১ Tags/CW&TW : Crack, I fuck with everyone (annoy)

໒꒰ྀི˶˙Ⱉ˙˶꒱ྀིა Author’s note : Tired, bored and slightly more mentally deranged than usual, so here have some short stories regarding: “Why I, Crow, would not last in any media as an Isekai victim”:

૮꒰づ˶• ༝ •˶꒱づ ˚ʚ ꒰⁐⁐⁐⁐୨🍰🍡🍪୧⁐⁐⁐⁐꒱ ɞ˚

Waking up in a dark secluded place was not how I wanted to spend my morning.

Yesterday was the last day of school. everything was good, I got to stay up late, even got ice cream for - the bare minimum - not failing math.

This is not how I wanted to spend my first day of summer break.

So obviously I shook and shrieked and screamed and banged against the walls of my current container, my first genuine thoughts being “I will not be like my ancestors today!! I am a free black person god damnit!!!!” While I push and shove inside my confines, unaware of the… “cat” outside staring in confusion and slight fear.

Eventually the box set on fire and I, of course, screamed louder and began kicking with more force until the front splintered open under the combined forces of the heat and my throwing all 150 pounds of me against it.

Falling flat on my face, I barely registered the annoying voice of Mr. Cat next to me talking his head off, my first thought was if I had my phone. I also noted the floating coffins, first thinking that I would absolutely die if buried alive, then realizing that hoLY SHIT THERE WERE FLOATING COFFINS!!?!?

Jumping up and still ignoring the cat, I waved a leg under the coffin to see if anything was holding it up, then glared above it to see the same, honestly getting a bit scared when I saw nothing.

“HELLO??!!” Screamed a voice and I whipped around to look for its source, not finding one.

“DOWN HERE?!?” I looked down to see the cat I have vaguely seen in the corner of my eye.

“Thank you! Now, as I was saying-“ “Did I finally take drugs? Is this what a drugs is like?” I interrupted.

“What-“ “Alright cat hallucination, where are we, and why can you talk?.. Wait wrong order-“ I shut up before looking away again, staring at the other coffins.

“What was I saying? Fuck… it’s kinda cute that you’re standing on your legs like a little guy.”

Grim had never regretted something more than choosing me as his victim.

૮꒰づ˶• ༝ •˶꒱づ ˚ʚ ꒰⁐⁐⁐⁐୨🍯🍧🍩୧⁐⁐⁐⁐꒱ ɞ˚

“SHIT TITS FUCK AGH-“

That was what a Mr. Gojo was greeted with as he dealt with a curse.

It was nothing for him, obviously, but he was told that all civilians had been evacuated. So naturally he had to find out who was left behind! Who knows, this could be fun (for him at least)!

Teleporting over, he was met with a teen no older than his first year students fussing over a… video game?

“Hello there-“ “SHUT UP HOLD ON!! Fuck… SHIT!.. Come on come on…”

They didn’t even seem to notice that the area around them was completely decimated.

“Hey kid, where are your parents? Friends? Anyone? Or are you alone?” It’d be easy to get them out of here, just hit ‘em with the “natural charm” and led them out with a grin!

“I said shut up your old bitch, can’t you see I’m doing something! Stranger danger you old fu- Whoa. What happened to this place?”

Wow. They really didn’t realize they were in the middle of a war zone. That was very intriguing.

“One, I’m not old. Two, did you not see the flashing lights or hear the sounds of fighting?” He questioned.

“Two, nah dude I had my AirPods in. Was blasting music, wasn’t paying attention to shit. One, you look old as balls my man, white hair ain’t doing you no justice… also why are you here?” They responded, showcasing said AirPods by taking one out, music blaring from it.

“Hey! The hair adds to my charm~ and well… since you asked, I am Gojo Satoru, strongest of all Sorcerers, here to save you from-“ “No it doesn’t, and thanks I’m good.” They interrupted.

“… Huh?” “I don’t need saving. I’m gonna assume you mean from the funky little guys that are everywhere?” “You mean curses?-“ “Yeah them.” This really was interesting! They saw curses and Gojo assumed they knew of the harm they caused, yet didn’t want to leave?

“Yeah we’re cool. I let them hang with me and they bring me shit and tell me all sorts of stories. Sure, sometimes they’re grotesque and downright disgusting, but they bring me money, so that’s nice.” … Did they have an actual relationship with the curses??

“Yeah I do, by the way you said that out loud. Plus, I think I figured out what happened now, no thanks to you.” He chuckled at that.

“And what would that be?”

“Big guy, a new curse - I assume that’s what they’re called - I just met was getting pissy that I wasn’t paying attention and said he was gonna get someone else to pay attention to him, and then I got sucked into my game. So I guess… this was him getting his attention.” They shrugged.

“Hmm… well it’s a shame then…” Gojo started, they only glanced at him.

“A shame what?” “A shame I killed him, that’s all.” He was expecting questions, shock, anything!!.. But instead he got:

“Oh that is a shame. Fucking loser couldn’t take an old man like you. He deserved it if he fell to some white-haired full of himself pussy such as yourself. Bet I could beat your ass in ten seconds flat.”

“OI IM NOT OLD!!”

“Yeah you are gramps, it’s time to take your dementia pills cuz you ain’t no spring chicken no more let me tell ya.”

… He had to have them as a student.

૮꒰づ˶• ༝ •˶꒱づ ˚ʚ ꒰⁐⁐⁐⁐୨🍪🍮🧁୧⁐⁐⁐⁐꒱ ɞ˚

Lucifer stared in disbelief at the scene before him.

Batter smeared across the ceiling, metal bowls and pots and pans were thrown about, flour and other ingredients strewn about over every available surface, and the cherry on top?

Somehow, some DAMN way, the back wall of the kitchen was GONE and CERBERUS was poking his head in, LICKING AT THE MESS.

Crow and Mammon stood side by side, drenched in the same batter and some chocolate chips. Their hair was tangled and their hands covered in egg.

“… I am going to give you each one chance to explain yourselves. You have thirty seconds. Go.”

Immediately Mammon jumped on the opportunity to explain.

“WELL WE WERE GONNA MAKE SOME COOKIES CAUSE WHY NOT??? WE WERE BOTH CRAVIN’ ‘EM BUT THEN THIS HUMAN DECIDED IT WOULD BE A GOOD D IDEA TO BAKE A BUNCH IN BULK USING MAGIC-“

Meanwhile the human had an extremely betrayed expression on their face.

“FUCK YOU MEAN “IT WAS THE HUMANS IDEA” YOU BITCH???? YOU HAD THE STUPID FUCKING IDEA TO MAKE BULK SO WE COULD SELL THEM DON’T YOU TRY AND THROW ME UNDER THE BUS MR. BULLSHIT!!”

Mammon gasped while placing a hand on his chest in faux outrage.

“How DARE you Human?? I thought we were in this together-“ “We WERE until you LIED!” “I didn’t LIE!! YOU casted the SPELL!!-“ “Well YOU came up with the GODDAMN IDEA in the FUCKING FIRST PLACE-“

“S I L E N C E !”

Both shut their mouths, Crow having a grip on Mammon’s shirt about to punch him while Mammon tried his best to lean back, a hand on the counter behind him.

“Both of you will clean this mess up immediately after this conversation. Then, you’ll bake those cookies, but only for me and the others. THEN you’ll both go to your separate rooms and study for the rest of the night and following morning until it’s time to leave for R.A.D. And as extra consultation you’ll be making all dinners this week and walking Cerberus as well.”

Both stared at the black haired man in shock. Then Crow smirked.

“What if I don’t? Huh?~ Humans can’t function all too well with sleep! Fuck you gonna say to that, smart ass?”

Lucifer smirked back.

“What of all those all-nighters you pull with Levi?”

Crows grin immediately dropped.

“Damnit…”

“Alright you two, start cleaning.” “Yes sir…”

૮꒰づ˶• ༝ •˶꒱づ ˚ʚ ꒰⁐⁐⁐⁐୨🍩🍰🍬୧⁐⁐⁐⁐꒱ ɞ˚

When Tanjiro wanted to meet another friendly demon, this wasn’t exactly what he had in mind.

Behind him, Zenitzu cowered and Inosuke huffed with the intent to kill.

Before him?

A large crow/harpy like - and when he said harpy like, he meant covered head to toe in feathers with a western suit vest on with sharp talons long and broad wings with a few more then usual finger-like feathers on the alula - demon whose only human like body part left was its face.

Otherwise the entire thing was a bird, looking like a mix between a crow and something with a long neck like a swan or a crane. It was at least 14 ft tall, its neck making up 3 of those ft with its body being ratioed out to be 5 ft for the body and 6ft for the legs.

It leaned down to face the boys before biting down on its lip and laughing.

“WHYS THE PISS COLORED ONE SHAKING LIKE A LEAF PFFT BWAHAHAHA!!-“

It shook in laughter, throwing its head back and covering its mouth with feathered hands.

“AND THE BOAR LOOKIN’ ONE HAS THE SILLIES POSE I CANT-“ Tanjiro looked back to see Inosuke standing like this: 🧍🏾‍♂️

“A-anyway pfft hehe… what you y’all want?? Like, why are you here? I haven’t eaten a single bitch and the village down the way thinks I’m their protector sooo-“ “Miss. Tamayo sent me to you.”

Silence before another chuckle.

“Ole miss demoness sent ya huh? Well, a friend of hers is a friend o’ mine. Anyway, I got a feeling I know what she sent ya for. Also, might wanna find a way to hide your sister better.” Tanjiro gaped.

“Why you look like that?? Any demon worth their salt could smell her through that shitty box of yours-“ “DON’T YOU DARE SAY NEZUKO-CHAN SMELLS YOU FOUL BEAST!!1!11!1!1!1111!!” The demon stared at the suddenly very passionate Zenitzu.

“I know the piss colored fuck did not just shout at me. How bout before talking about other peoples smells you think of your own. I wouldn’t even have to be a goddamn demon to smell your sweaty ass from here. I can literally smell all the sweat and tears you’ve shed all your life, including all the times you’ve actually pissed yourself in battle. It is an actual goddamn miracle your scent alone hasn’t brought out a demon. You’re just damn lucky I live surrounded by wisteria trees, you know I could just fly out of this forest and choose to drop demons right in the center and your ass to fight them all. So shut that shit up before I make your ass shut up, m’kay?”

The three stared in shock, Zenitzu the most devastated.

“Alright now that we go that settled, lemme take you to the old uppermoon I kidnaped- I mean… borrowed indefinitely!~ <3”

“You what-“

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“CROW!!” “N-NGH?!? HUH EH WHAT???-“

The rest of the class stared at Crow as they woke up from the desk they were sleeping on.

“W-What’s happening-“ “Did you… fall asleep??” “Yeah… why..?”

Aoi slammed her hands down onto her desk, and with tears flowing down her face screamed:

“SAKURA JUST DIED AND YOU’RE SLEEPING??? DO YOU NOT CARE???” She continued to slam hands down onto her desk as she shouted at her still drowsy schoolmate.

“Eh… I mean, yeah I do but like… y’all never cared when I slept through the other class trials? Why care now?” They slumped on their desk, rubbing the sleep from their eyes and the drool from their lips. Aoi seemed even more enraged.

“BECAUSE THIS WAS SAKURA!! SHE WAS THERE FOR ALL OF US IN OUR TIMES OF NEED!” “I mean, I stayed away because I was always a little afraid of her-“ “DON’T SAY STUFF LIKE THAT!!” “Damn sorry-“ “MAYBE YOU KILLED HER THEN!”

The room went silent and Crow stood up strait immediately, all semblance of sleep erased from their form. A shadow covered their face as they sighed, then words that would cause an uproar settled from their lips.

“If saying I did will get you to shut up then-“ “You’re going to give up? Just like that?”

Makoto spoke up, silencing the other.

“Really? Just like that? A single accusation and you give up?” “I never truly cared, that’s the thing.”

All eyes turned to them, small noises of outrage sounding from the crowd. Though, Kyoko and Byakuya only listened on.

“The second Monokuma started this game I knew we were doomed. The way some of you looked at each other… I just distanced myself, that’s all. You guys made it easy too, the only person who checked on me was Kiyotaka, and even then it was just for the sake of his rules. After you found out I just locked myself in my room, no one came to check on me. Monokuma delivered my meals because, and I quote “Dying of starvation is a dumb way to go in such an exciting game!~””

Some were shocked out of their stupors when they heard a perfect mimicry of the black and white bears voice, Kyoko muttering about how they were “The Ultimate Voice Actor after all.”

“I had no reason to talk to any of you, only coming out for the trials and even then I wasn’t questioned because I never left my room. So in the end I couldn’t care less. Whether I live or die is in your hands as well as us as a group. I couldn’t give a rats ass about all this ‘hope and despair’ bullshit. I’m tired and willing to sleep until I die, I come to these things as a formality because even though I’m okay with dying at this point I don’t want to see the “punishment” Monokuma would dish out for missing one of these.”

They flipped the hair over their shoulder and blew a remaining piece of it out of their eyes. A hand rested on their hip and a fist on the stand before them.

“If you want me to be as blunt as possible I’m ready for all of us to die, I mean… death would be better then whatever hell this is, right?~”

A grin of sharp teeth revealed themselves to the room, pointed towards the now shocked Aoi.

“So say I killed her. You were so ready to shout it to the not-listening gods so go on. Blame me. See where it gets us~ I couldn’t care less at this point but I’m sure you’d rather stay breathing right? Or do you want to join your litter friend in the depths of hell-“ “That’s enough, Crow.”

Their gaze then directed to Kyoko, who had hands crossed across her chest. Byakuya smirked and pushed his glasses up.

“Why stop them? I say things were just getting good.” “Because this is getting us nowhere. Let’s focus back up. You’re free to sleep again if you truly don’t care.”

Eyes turned back to Crow who was still smiling, through now much more drowsy then mere seconds ago. The waved a hand dismissively and slumped back down instantaneously, breathing slowed and snores soft.

“Now so that we may continue…”

And the class trial went on, Makoto staring at the fallen student.

…

“It’s rude to stare, y’know.”

Makoto stood a few good feet away from Crow, who was sat at a table in the dead of night while everyone else was sleeping. A bowl of cereal sat before them, still cold and freshly poured.

This was Makoto’s first time seeing them so lively. The usual bags under their eyes were significantly smaller and lighter than usual, and their eyes had a shine to them, unlike earlier when they were so, so dull.

“Did… did you mean everything you said at today’s trial? About not caring?”

They stared at him like he was stupid. He hated this feeling, feeling like he was the idiot for not understanding. It was something he knew more intimately since being trapped in the school with the killings…

They chuckled, genuinely chuckled, at him.

“I’d be a liar to say I didn’t, but at the same time I’d be a liar to say I did.”

“Huh?”

Now Makoto really did feel stupid. He tilted his head with caused the other to giggle. They patted their seat and passed the untouched cereal to the brunette. When he refused, the shrugged and took a spoonful. After a moment of quiet filled with chewing, they swallowed and sighed.

“We were being watched, as you obviously know now. Whoever the sick fuck is watching us, they want a show. Now, Byakuya’s figured out that much and decided to give them such a thing, choosing to explicitly be the “antagonist” to your “protagonist”. While Kyoko is essentially taking up the “sidekick” role. Nearly everyone is on your side so I figured you’d need another antagonist, one that wasn’t a one time thing, like Celestia or Mondo or Leon. My whole thing is not caring. I’ve already reaped my rewards for it.”

They stuffed a hand in their pocket and then slowly pulled out a vile of… something.

“Formaldehyde. Commonly used to store limbs and bodily parts such as lungs and hearts. On occasion can be used as a poison because trust me you don’t wanna ingest this shit. Got it a few nights ago with a little note that said “From your biggest fan. I know all about your hobbies so this is a little gift! Do with it as you please.~” Fucking creepy right?”

Their voice went high pitched in mock, but despite that they held the little vile with care.

“I wanted to be a mortician. I love voice acting don’t get me wrong but… Morticianing was more of my calling. But we don’t all get what we want, huh?”

They turned to Makoto, who seemed lost.

“…Don’t worry about it anymore. Go get some rest… I’ll be here every night. Same time. Won’t answer shit during the day but if you come at night… well I won’t say I’ll be an open book but I’ll definitely be willing to talk some, alright?”

Makoto nodded and stoop, but stopped when something grabbed his sleeve. He turned back to Crow only to see a different kind of light in their eyes.

A desperate kind of light.

“Hey uhm… you’re doing great out there, by the way. Maybe I might uh… might give that hope stuff a try… A-anyways goodnight.”

They let go of his sleeve and quickly turned back to their cereal, taking a spoonful and shoving the vile back in their pocket. Makoto watched for a second then smiled.

He smiled all the way back to his room.

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Mammon, Beel, and Asmo really couldn’t say to much at the sight before them.

Old Demons were something not commonly talked about in the Devildom, no matter how much of the population they made up.

Something even less talked about were the “Old Sins” as many called them. Some preferring to use the term “The Chaos” as well.

When the Demon Brothers fell, it was decided by the Royal Society to split the sins across the seven, the Old Ones giving up their titles to live lives out of the spotlight.

But today, they finally met them. And apparently, they weren’t seven.

Greed, gluttony and lust had apparently been one thing at some point, or had one thing in common, that being their representative.

Wrath and Envy were one and Pride and Sloth were the other. Which made for some… odd combinations but whatever.

Mammon was just excited to meet the being that controlled the treasury and economy before him.

…What? Just because he couldn’t hold his - or his brothers - money doesn’t mean he was any less important in the grandeur scheme of things. Beel was the same, wanting to see how the food trades were handled and Asmo… well Asmo really didn’t want to see them because he was already prefect and sure they were probably close as well but he was avatar of lust now he didn’t need to see them-

Long winding rock brick halls slowly changed too polished shiny ones filled with servants dressed to the nines, literally.

They looked like they had stepped right out of a human catalogue from the early 1900’s.

Hundreds, if not thousands, of servants flooded the halls, shouting orders and directions to each other about food and drink, to bring out this performer and who would go next and this and that and so on and so forth.

Suddenly Mammon gaped with caught his younger brother’s attention, who both also then began to look on in awe.

A long, large golden smoking pipe was being flown through the air by winged Demons. At least five hundred men flew with the thing, and they weren’t small either. Taller and wider than Beel they were, faster too with how quickly they were moving the thing.

“Ah! You must be Greed, Gluttony and Lust, yes? Come come, do not be shy! The King wants to meet you as quickly as possible!”

A woman, much taller than them, suddenly appeared by their side. Her skin was a rich black, with pure white eyes, no iris. Her hands and legs were like that of a birds, but still thick and holding muscle definition. Her claws were long and sharp, and perched on her back were two large wings that resembled a crows.

She placed a hand on Mammon’s and Asmo’s backs, Beel in her middle getting shoved along by her midsection. The three tried to make small talk but were met with nothing but silence.

Twists and turn around many different bends led them to a room larger than life. Music blasted from every which way, coming from stages embedded in the walls ranging from ground level to sealing high. Many tables were scattered around with dozens of Demons seated at them, ordering drink and food. Laugher and joy filled the golden colored lounge as smoke from cigars, cigarettes and pipes filled the air.

“Now whatchu doin’ down there not havin’ a good time fo?”

The three were shocked at the booming… voice? Voices? That sounded behind them. Then, they were picked up by a hand the size of the observatory in their home. They were brought up thousands of miles into the air, only to be met by an eye the size of the palm they were sat on.

The crowd began to cheer uncontrollably at the new arrival, the brothers began to figure out why.

They were held back from the face…es(?) that was covered in masquerade masks. A tight fitting mermaid dress hugged their huge form, though it stopped right under the… pecks? Breast??? Of the being. They supposed pecks because the body looked more masculine. One arm held up the pole that held up their main face, decorated with feathers and pearls. A pipe - the one they had seen in the halls - protruded from its lips.

Arms held up other masks floated around as she got a good look at those on his palm.

“Awe look at the lil’ darlin’s!~ I do suppose It’d be ‘bout time we met our replacement! And aren’t y’all just the cutest lil’ things I done ever seen!!~~”

Mammon basically vibrated at the amount of gold surrounding them, Asmo stared at the being slack jawed in awe, and Beel stared down at the food with drool pouring from his lips.

This was going to be a wonderful week.

໒꒰ྀི˶˙Ⱉ˙˶꒱ྀིა Author’s note : All of these were written at times I very should’ve been asleep, so if anything’s misspelled or wrong, no it’s not. Lemme know if you want more of this bullshit tho I didn’t mind writing crack about myself LMAO-

Also take this as some fucked up kind of apology for not posting a lot. Going through it rn but like I said, schools almost out so I should have more free time soon!~ <3

#random #author x characters #platonic #platonic relationships #author x reader (??)#I’m not typing all the fandoms this was for me and me alone #(and the inevitable one like it’ll get LMAOO-)

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paralyze-fic · 1 year ago

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Paralyze.

Chapter 28

Today was the last day we had to practice our special moves, and I was getting a bit impatient.

I couldn't do this fucking move!

I sighed trying to relax and I stared at Ectoplasm's clone, stopping the arms was out of the question -something I didn't realize yesterday- so I focused on his legs, I mentally "joined" his right leg with mine, and moved it back, but the clone didn't move at all, and my body slouched.

"It useless... I can't do it," I tried to think harder, how can I make my Puppeteer move work?

Maybe if I...? No, why would that work? That's ridiculous... unless...

I'm gonna try it.

I locked my eyes onto Ectoplasm's right leg again, but this time, instead of "joining" it with my own right leg, I did it with my left leg. And I took a step backwards, hoping it would move back as well.

"What...?" The clone's leg moved too, but it went forward.

I did it... but now...

I joined his left leg with my right and took some steps forward. The clone was backing away with shaky legs. "It's this you, (L/n)?" I just nodded happily, snickering and jumping.

"Sorry!" I exclaimed when he jumped too and almost fell onto his butt.

I have them all down. I just have to master them all.

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The bus stopped as we arrived at the place where we were going to take the exam so we could get our provisional licence.

"I'm kind of nervous, guys." I looked to my right, where Eijiro was smiling at Katsuki and me, it was a nervous smile but it was noticeable if you knew the red-headed male well enough. I won't lie, I was nervous as well, that much was obvious.

Some days ago, Katsuki came up to me and argued about how I began calling him by his last name again. He said that I was making everything more awkward than it should be by doing so, and he coaxed me into calling him by his first name again.

It was easier than I thought, and even if there was this tiny bit of awkwardness whenever we were alone in a room for too long, it wasn't unbearable.

"Why are you nervous? We'll pass this shitty exam." Katsuki placed his hand on my shoulder and shook me slightly, he had a small smile on his face, and I smiled back at him.

Looking around I saw a tall guy with a buzz cut and blood dripping down his forehead, making me stare as I felt slightly concerned.

Is he okay?

He exclaimed something, put on his hat and left with his school.

That's when I heard a woman's voice, well, everyone did, "Eraser? Is that you, Eraser? I saw you on TV during the sports festival, but it's been a while since I saw you in person." The woman had green hair and a colourful costume, she looked quite familiar, and her steps stopped in front of Aizawa. "Let's get married."

I could just stare at her weirdly. What the...? "No."

The way Aizawa and she were "talking" made me laugh a little, it was weird, yet funny.

When Aizawa said her Hero name, 'Joke', Izuku got excited and explained who she was and then Ms.Joke said a thing about what marrying her and having a happy family who would never stop laughing would be like.

She was so weird... and nice.

"She's kind of cute," I heard Eijiro mumble to himself and I nodded a bit.

"Come here guys, it's U.A.!" Joke was calling behind her, and I saw more students wearing grey uniforms.

A black-haired guy caught my attention, he kind of looked like Izuku.

"I'm Shindo, U.A. has had many problems this year, must have been hard." He held Izuku's hands and spoke cheerfully, "But still, you keep trying to become heroes like us," now he moved to hold Kaminari's hand, "Wonderful," and then he went to Jiro, "A strong heart it's what every hero should have."

This guy appeared to be sparkling and I swore I saw some flowers behind him, but when he looked at me, his expression changed.

Shindo approached me and held my hands too, but he intertwined our fingers. The way his eyes were staring at me made me feel nervous and vulnerable, as if I was the prey about to be hunted.

"What's your name, cutie?" One of his hands released mine and reached up to caress my face.

"Uh...eh um, I..." his face got closer to me making me awkwardly shift. This Shindo guy was extremely close to me and I didn't like it.

"Back the fuck up from him!" Katsuki pushed him and stood in front of me, like he was protecting me, and Eijiro did the same, standing by my side instead, simply stretching his arm out in front of my body.

"Hey, hey, I was trying to know his name, there's no need to get so aggressive... Bakugou Katsuki." He had a smirk on his face while staring into Katsuki's eyes, "Well, I should've known that such a handsome man would already have a boyfriend." I heard Katsuki 'tsk' at Shindo's words, and that made me assume that he didn't like that statement.

"He's not my boyfriend," Katsuki looked at me over his shoulder, his eyes were wide and I noticed a weird shine in them.

He seemed sad or rather... heartbroken.

"Oh~" Shindo chuckled and stared at me, "I'll see you later then, (M/n)-chan." He turned around, waving his hand at me and heading towards his classmates. So he did know my name, after all.

"What was that?!" Katsuki turned to me setting off a small explosion. That made me back away a bit.

"What do you-?"

"He was clearly flirting with you and you did nothing!" His booming voice had caught our classmates' attention and some other students passing by stared at us too.

"Bakugou, calm down, it's not your problem," Eijiro rested his hand on Katsuki's shoulder, pushing him back. "It's not like he's your boyfriend, anyway." The redhead tried to whisper into the blonde's ear, but it didn't turn out too well, because I was able to hear it.

Katsuki looked at Eijiro with a frown and then at me, his frown fading almost immediately, but it came back as he turned around to leave. Aizawa called after him, telling him to wait.

"Well, go to the changing room and your orientation. Don't waste time." Aizawa said to us as he followed Katsuki.

Everybody followed our homeroom teacher, but I held Eijiro's sleeve, tugging on it to prevent him from leaving. I wanted to ask him something,

"Eiji... what did you mean by that?" He tore his eyes from the direction Katsuki went and looked at me.

"About what?"

"About me not being his boyfriend... what did you mean?" His red eyes went wide and he chuckled nervously scratching the back of his head.

"Oh, that was nothing really, just..." he got suddenly serious and stared into my eyes, "You don't know, do you?"

Now I was more confused.

"Know what?" For a second Eijiro seemed to have a look of pity in his eyes, but he looked down.

"You really are dumb sometimes, did you know?"

What did I do now?

I could just stare dumbfounded at the spiky red-headed friend of mine as he jogged towards Katsuki, who seemed mad yet depressed. He had a menacing aura around him, making all the students -even teachers and pro heroes- back away as far as possible from the explosive blond.

"Come on, (M/n)-kun. We have to go." Izuku placed his hand on my back, pushing me slightly ahead, waking me from my trance.

I looked at him and nodded trying to smile at him, but it felt more like a grimace.

Iida and Uraraka were some steps ahead waiting for us, and I began walking slowly after Izuku, still thinking about what Eijiro said and Katsuki's reaction to the whole situation.

What was that supposed to mean...?

#paralyze fic #bakugou katsuki fanfic #bakugou x male #bakugou x male reader #male reader #reader insert #x reader

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pink-tonic · 7 months ago

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Realization🔪

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Warnings: None

It's Saturday, and this would be the day where I sleep in. But even though it's a Saturday, that wasn't going to happen today.

My alarm is off, but my phone keeps vibrating. In a groggy state of mind, I harshly grab my phone and take a look at who is calling me.

It's Aso.

Why is he calling so early in the morning?

I answer his call and put the phone up to my ear.

"Hello?"

"So you are awake!"

"Yeah. What happened?"

"What do you mean? Nothing happened."

"I'm asking why you're calling me so early?"

"Oh! I'm calling because we should hang out!"

Suddenly, my conversation from yesterday with Aso comes back to me. I remember that I told him that I would tell him how I'm feeling.

"Hello?" Aso's voice comes through, wondering why I suddenly went silent.

"Yeah... Let's hang out."

"Sweet! I'll come to you, so send me your location!"

He hangs up, and I'm left with my thoughts.

What am I going to do?

Am I really going to tell Aso how I feel about (Y/N)?

Well, I have no other choice.

I send Aso my location, and he responds with a thumbs up. I should start to get ready.

I get up from my bed and go over to my closet. I grab my green long-sleeve shirt, denim jeans, black socks, and my black sneakers.

When I finish tying my shoes, I hear a knock at the door. I get up and walk downstairs and answer the door.

"Hey, Ayato!" Aso happily greets me and goes in for a hug. His sudden action catches me off guard, but I accept his hug anyway.

The hug only lasts a few seconds before he breaks the hug.

"Okay, so I know how sad you were yesterday, so I decided to plan something to make you feel better!" Aso reveals to me.

"What are we going to do?"

"Okay, so first we are going to rent out some bikes!" Aso tells me the first part of his plan.

I frown at his plan, I'm not currently in the mood to bike around town.

Aso notices my frown, "C'mon, Ayato! It's gonna be fun, trust me!"

I can't help but give in, "Fine. Keep going."

"Okay, so we'll bike around town, right? Then we'll go to the local indoor swimming pool. My uncle owns it, and he hired this guy to paint a mural or something. I think it would be fun if we joined! Then we'll stop by the town and go to the beach so we can swim together!"

It sounds like a lot, but I decide to agree to it. I need to take my mind off of how I'm feeling, and maybe this small trip can make me sort out my feelings.

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When we finally have our bikes for the day, we start to bike around the town.

The town doesn't have anything interesting in it, it's just the same as always.

We then bike by the beach, and it looks a lot more lively than it did a few days ago. Which makes sense since it's daytime, and the weather is warmer.

"I can't wait to come by here at the end of the day!" Aso tells me as we bike past the busy beach.

I only give him a nod, which I think he fails to see since he is so occupied looking at the beach. I'm sure he is imagining the cool waves hitting his body and the feeling of the sand against his skin.

We keep on biking, and then we make it to a park. I can vaguely remember this park when I was younger, but the memories I can remember aren't too great. I remember sitting by myself as I watched other kids play. My dad would usher me to join them, and I would try my best to do so, but they would bully me until I left. I would eventually walk away, and we would go back to square one.

But in the back of my mind, I can recall one good memory. It's with (Y/N). I remember that we were on the swings, and he was pushing me. This was around the time when we first started being friends, and he didn't fully understand why I didn't show any emotions.

While he was pushing me, a group of kids from school came by. The memory itself feels foggy, but I can still clearly remember what they said to us.

"(Y/N), are you seriously with that freak?" A girl asked from the group.

"Hey! Don't call him that!" (Y/N) responded with anger.

"Ditch him and come play with us! That Aishi kid is just a weirdo!" Another kid commented.

"Yeah! He doesn't even smile or cry! He doesn't feel anything at all!" One more kid jumped in.

"Well, I don't care about that! Ayato is nice to me, and I want to be his friend! Just leave us alone," (Y/N) told them. I remember they walked away from us after that.

I don't know what to feel right now after remembering that memory. A part of me wants to become further attached to (Y/N), but at the same time, I don't want to.

My heart aches but also beats faster at the same time. He didn't know he could bring out two emotions in me at the same time.

I grip the handles of the bike harder than before, and I keep pedaling with more force. I want to leave the park as fast as possible.

The rest of the journey is nice and peaceful, and we eventually make it to the indoor swimming pool. At the front, Aso and I spot a man setting up to paint the wall. Another man is helping out as well.

Aso quickly gets off his bike and runs over to one of the men. He almost makes the guy fall down as he tackles him into a hug.

They greet each other, and Aso explains to him that he is here to help paint the wall. The man looks delighted and pats Aso on the back.

Aso goes over to me and grabs me by my wrist. I hobble off of the bike, and it lands on the ground with a thud.

"Uncle! This is my friend Ayato! We met in my club, and he decided to come and help out too!" Aso gives a quick introduction about me.

"Hi, there! It's nice to know that my nephew has some great friends to accompany him!" His uncle puts his hand out for me to shake it.

I return the gesture back, and he grips my hand. I'm taken off guard by his strength, but I try my best to ignore it.

"Alright, let's get to painting!" Aso exclames as he walks over to the various paint buckets and picks up a brush. I go over towards him and do the same.

We are instructed on what to do, and then we start painting.

I'm not the best painter, and it shows as I continue to paint. I look over to Aso, and his painting isn't too good either, I would even argue that his is worse than mine.

Aso catches me looking and smiles at me. "It doesn't have to be a masterpiece, Ayato! The point of this is to make whatever you want," he turns his head and looks at all the other children that have joined.

The children are painting messy stick figures, leaving different color handprints, and drawing all sorts of animals.

"Just have fun with it, alright? I brought you here to cheer you up!" Aso tells me before going back to painting.

He's right. The whole point of this is to have fun.

I continue to paint, but I'm just drawing things that can be considered 'safe'. Rainbows, cats and dogs, stick figures, and so on. But then I get an idea. I want to do it, but it'll remind me of him again.

I decide to paint it.

I end up painting (Y/N)'s favorite stuffed animal. I try to remember every detail of it. To the colors, pose, and features of the stuffed animal.

I was so absorbed in my painting that I didn't notice Aso looking over me and watching me paint.

"That's looking good!" He compliments my work, and I turn around to look at him.

"Thanks."

"It's kind of cute. What inspired you to make it?"

"It's just something that I remembered when I was younger."

"Alright, cool, cool. But you need to finish up soon."

I look around, and I notice that most of the kids have left already, and the sun is starting to set.

I decide to hurry up and finish the last few details on the painting. With one final stroke, I finish the painting. I step away from the wall, and I look at everything.

The wall is filled with different drawings and an array of colors. It's not the prettiest thing ever, but it does have a lot of personality.

"Do you like how it turned out?" Aso asks me and stands next to me, "I don't like being super sappy, but it kind of reminds me of childhood. But I guess that's a given since a bunch of the artists are children."

Aso then gives me a pat on the back, "Alright, now how about we head to the beach! I'm ready to take a swim with you!"

I can then hear Aso walk away from me and over to our bikes. I can hear him pick it off from the ground. I look over to him and follow him.

We then get on our bikes and go back the way we came.

The trip back into town feels shorter, but that could be because Aso was pedaling faster than before, and I had to keep up with him.

By the time we make it to the beach, the sky is now dark. Everyone who I saw earlier on the beach are now gone, and it's just Aso and me once more.

Aso bikes as close as he can to the beach, but once the sand takes over the ground, he gets off his bike and starts taking off his clothes.

That's when I remember that I don't have a swimsuit.

I see Aso rush towards the cold water now in his yellow swim trunks. When he goes into the water, a big splash is made. He takes his arm from under the water and waves over to me.

"Ayato, get in! It's cold, but it feels super nice!" Aso happily exclames as he swims further into the ocean.

I get off my back and step into the sand. Before I walk further, I take off my shoes and place them next to my bike.

I walk closer to the water, and with each step, I can feel the sand get in-between my toes. The feeling feels familiar yet foreign. Sure, I was here last week, but I was only an observer to Aso's actions, I wasn't a part of it.

I see that Aso stops swimming and looks over to me. He happily waves his hands around, ushering me to join him.

"I don't have my swimming trunks on me," I tell him softly, hoping I don't have to talk louder.

"Just go in like that!" Aso tells me. I look down at my clothes, which would in no way be good for swimming.

"C'mon, Ayato! It's only for one day! Have some fun!"

Aso is right. It's only for one night.

I start to take off my green long-sleeve and my black socks. I'm only now left in my pants. I slowly start to step into the water, and my muscles jolt at how cold it is.

I walk further into the cold water, now feeling accustomed to the new feeling. I fully ease myself into it, and I start to swim just like how Aso taught me.

I start to swim towards him, and he happily splashes around once he sees me swimming over towards him.

"See! It's not so bad, is it?" Aso asks me as he swims over to me.

"I guess it really isn't."

For the next hour, we swim and splash around in the water.

I have never experienced this type of fun before. Not with (Y/N), Taro, or my family. I never thought I would ever feel this with Aso of all people.

After some time, Aso and I get tired, and we get out of the water. When Aso's feet first meet the sand, he collapses on top of the sand. He then has to crawl further up in order to get out of the way of the waves.

I sit myself right next to Aso, as we look out towards the water.

Aso is sitting with his legs extended outwards, while I sit with my legs under my chin and my arms wrapped around them.

"So... are you going to tell me about how you're feeling?" Aso breaks the calm silence with his question.

I don't want to call the question a sudden one. For the whole day, I felt this question weighing on us as we traveled around. He wanted to ask the question, but he didn't know when or how to do it. Well, not until now, that is.

"My feelings?" I question further, wondering if he is talking about what I'm thinking.

"Yeah, you're feelings, you know? The ones about (Y/N). Remember?" Aso adds on.

"Oh, that."

"Yeah, that," Aso says before laying down on the sand and placing his arms behind his head, "So what about it?"

I revert my eyes and look off to the side, "I don't know."

"C'mon, you gotta know something! Even if it's not fully sorted out, you gotta know something about how you're feeling!"

I pause for a few seconds before answering him. Aso doesn't seem to mind the short silence, but I start to think about (Y/N).

How does he make me feel?

When I look at him, I feel hurt but also love. I want to ask myself why, but I already know why.

My heart aches when I look at him because I know that I hurt him. A part of his body is now hurt because of me. His mind has been haunted by my presence ever since the day that I attacked him. I betrayed all the trust he gave me in under an hour, and I don't think I'll have the same friendship I once had with him.

And it hits me.

Things are never going to be the same, are they? If we do talk again, it won't be with the same playfulness as it once had. His guard will be up because he won't be able to trust me.

My heart aches further at the thought of it.

But also, when I think of him, my heart beats faster, and I start to feel nervous and dizzy. The same way I felt towards Taeko.

I'm addicted to this feeling, and (Y/N) is able to make it happen. I want him by my side, and he needs to be by my side. He can't be with the Yamada siblings anymore. He needs to be with me and only me, just like how it was when we were children.

I guess I do know how he makes me feel.

"I think I love him so much that it hurts."

Aso quickly turns his head over to me, "You're in love with him?"

I nod my head.

"I never knew you would have feelings like that towards him," Aso further comments, "But I think you should at least try to confess to him or get closer to him or something!"

Aso is right. I need to get (Y/N) back, especially from those two Yamada siblings who have taken up all of his attention away from me.

I now know what I need to do.

"You're right. I'll try doing that starting Monday."

"See, now aren't I a helpful friend?" Aso praises his own advice.

I guess I was wrong about Aso. He is a helpful person to have around.

But I need to focus less on Aso and more on (Y/N).

My sweet, (Y/N). I can't wait to have you right by my side once again.

#fanfic #yandere #yandere simulator #yansim #male reader #reader insert #x reader

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