#i really wonder if this looks like gibberish to anyone who doesn't know any of the ''''''main'''''' romance languages

[rosetta-j-stone]

So...I wanted this to be a one-shot but I think it might end up being a slow burn after all...

Er, I mean, yes, I absolutely intended this to be Chapter 1 of MANY.

ANYWAY

AU BOJERE FANFIC LET'S MM MM GOOOOOO

If you'd told him five years ago that he'd be living in London, he wouldn't have believed it.

London is for rockstars. Models. Hotshot city boys.

Bojan is none of those things.

But he does love people. And excitement.

So maybe it's not so surprising after all.

...OK, so it's a bit less glamorous than he expected. He's working three jobs and sharing a house with four other guys.

Five, if you count that mate of theirs who's always coming over.

Anyway.

He checks his watch. Plenty of time.

He takes one last drag on his cigarette, savouring it, then lets it fall, still smouldering, to the ground, before shoving his hands deep into his pockets and hurrying back inside.

He'll never get used to the British weather.

****

Jere is nervous. This is definitely the right place. Right? He checks his phone again, like he didn't check it a hundred times on the way here. Yep. Definitely the right place. Probably.

It's just...there's no one here.

He can't be the only student on this course, can he?

He hopes not. He still remembers that summer when he had to retake Swedish. He shudders.

But no...wait...those are definitely footsteps echoing down the corridor.

Phew. He won't be doing this all alone after all.

He turns with a smile to see who his classmate is.

****

There's already someone waiting outside the classroom when Bojan gets there. Either they're really keen, or they live so far out that they've learned, as he has, to allow 2 hours to get anywhere in this city. Or both.

He's about to introduce himself when the student thrusts out his arm, grasps his hand firmly and vigorously shakes it, rather faster than Bojan is used to.

"Hellohelloyoualsohereforlanguageclassyesyes? Nooneelsehereyetbut" - he breaks off from shaking Bojan's hand to dig his phone out of his pocket and check it - "Ithinkweinrightplace"

Bojan grins. Yes, he is also here for the language class.

AKA the worst-paid of his three jobs.

****

Jere is gabbling. He knows he is, he can hear he's talking too fast, but honestly he thinks he's doing pretty well getting any actual words out when he's just been confronted with one of the best-looking men he's ever seen.

And Jere considers himself something of an expert.

This guy should consider himself lucky Jere isn't speaking total gibberish actually.

He leans against the wall, which is 100% so he looks cool and casual and definitely not because he suddenly feels weak at the knees.

"So...you new student like me? Or you do this course already some time?"

The other student stifles a laugh for some reason. Jere frowns. Did he accidentally say something weird? Or is...is this guy laughing at his accent? That's pretty rude of him.

...pretty...him.

OK, he needs to focus.

****

This is what he gets for teaching adults, his sister would say, before asking him for the umpteenth time why on earth he doesn't work with kids, he's a natural, she can put in a good word for him with her friend who's a headteacher, he only has to ask-

He doesn't do it because he's a coward, is what he'd tell her.

He'd say it'd be too much to be surrounded by kids all day every day when he still doesn't have any kids of his own.

He really did think he'd have at least one by now.

Anyway, that's what he'd tell her. If he wasn't a coward.

Besides he doesn't really mind being mistaken for a mature student once in a while.

"Actually," he says, taking a key from his pocket and unlocking the classroom door, "I'm the one giving the classes"

****

Of COURSE he is. No wonder he was trying not to laugh.

Although, in Jere's defence, this guy looks way too young to be anyone's teacher, even if he does have a streak of grey in his hair.

Hmm, distinguished.

Focus, Jere.

You're here to learn, remember.

He sighs and follows his new teacher into the classroom, kicking himself every step of the way. Hopefully the rest of the students will arrive before he can make a bigger fool of himself...

[charming-2d-boys]

Hello, can i request a hc for the adult trio with a female s/o who doesn't sleep well and sometimes stay for like 2 days without sleeping, and when they talked to her about it ,she just looked at them and said " you have 4 eyes" or anything like this and she started to laugh, it's very weird I know

Man, that's a weird one (though hallucinations apparently occur after 72 hours of no sleep 🤔)

Anyway, thank you and I hope you’ll enjoy this! 🙇

Chrollo

slightly amused, but a lot more worried

prepare for the questioning

why can’t you sleep?

when was the last time you did?

has anything been bothering you?

stressing you?

are classes or work making you pull all-nighters?

was it someone?

just tell him their name

he’ll deal with it all

if it’s just insomnia or something that might require medicine or a visit to the doctor, he’s picking you up and taking you there

rest assured that if you start hallucinating, talking gibberish or something worse, Chrollo won’t even wait for you to protest

you’re going to the doctor whether you like it or not

he’s not letting you get sick

and if you try to get out of bed when you’re supposed to sleep?

ha ha, tough luck

he’s staying right next to you, either reading and caressing your back or the top of your head

or he’s going to sleep with you

god knows he himself doesn’t get to sleep or relax too much

Hisoka

trust me when I’m telling you that Hisoka will be a jerk about this

for quite a while

he just wants to see what else you can say

he loves the nonsense that comes out of your mouth

it’s amusing him a lot

and it really makes him wonder what goes through your head

how can you say that?

what made you do it?

what else are you going to say?

it’s all fun and games until he asks you, jokingly, when the last time you slept was

lord, you’ve never seen his smile disappear so quickly before

Hisoka noticed the bags under your eyes but he didn’t think much about it

pretty much anyone has bags under their eyes or has days when they look more tired

but when he hears that you’ve barely slept in the past few days…

you’re in his arms and thrown on the bed, soon tucked in and with him looking down at you

if you’re hungry or want a warm drink, he’s bringing them to you, in hopes of getting you sleepy

if not, you’re being cuddled until you fall asleep

with how comfortable it is in Hisoka’s arms, it works like a charm every time

Illumi

he’s actually a little confused

Illumi knows that he can stay awake for more than a few days and be fine

but he didn’t know you could do it too

so imagine how much more confused he is when he hears you say something crazy

I don’t think his eyes could’ve gotten any wider than that

but his eyebrows definitely went upwards

he’ll ask you what you mean by what you said

which might just prompt a weird monologue filled with some crazy talk

… and that’s how I haven’t slept in… more than two days.

Illumi had tuned out most of your nonsense because he couldn’t understand what you meant

but when he heard the last thing you said, he sort of stopped and looked at you with a blank face

blanker than usual, at least

oh boy, get ready to be pampered

you’re ushered to the bathroom and actually washed by one of the female butlers

Illumi is just afraid that you might fall asleep and either drown or hit yourself

next is something warm to drink and eat

even a little is good

after that, it’s a massage, you decide if you’d like Illumi to do it or a butler

then you’re in bed, pretty much half asleep, with Illumi next to you as he cuddles you

he makes sure you fall asleep before working on some papers or looking through his phone

he just wants you to be okay and hopes this won’t become a habit

if it does, off to the family doctor you are

[unkownknowledge]

Genshin characters and their spider s/o

A little crossover HC post between terraformars and genshin.

Basically the reader is the result of a messed up experiment and now they look like a monstrous humanoid spider, like this guy:

Except you have no human skin or hair, just pure chitin, extra legs out the back, and mandibles(like a turian)

Also: request are still open, feel free to request!

Including: Jean, Xinqiu, and Razor

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Jean: hollow knight

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Jean had been receiving reports of frightened merchants and townsfolk, all of whom had been found on the road ranting about a giant spider.

Jean was sure it was nothing more than hilichurls or hoarders or abyss mages and the people were merely suffering panic induced hallucinations, this was supported by the clear signs of such dangers at the scene of the crime.

But still, neither any of the knights nor adventurers in the guild reported saving these people, nor did Diluc claim that he did when she asked him.

So Jean decided to investigate, after all not only is there a chance of finding camps of the three above dangers, but also the chance of finding a new ally.

When she saw you in a clearing you looked like a normal human, until you turned your head in an inhuman manner and looked at her with eight red glowing eyes.

You screamed at her and used your geo vision to grow eight giant legs out your back, which you used to run away.

Jean, being the persistent woman she is, wasn't about let you go until she confirmed if you were a friend or foe.

She chased you through the forest for a while, and unfortunately didn't notice a group of hilichurls hiding behind some trees.

One swung out and struck her from behind, knocking her to the ground.

At the sound of this you turned around and saw Jean on the ground.

While she easily could have beaten the hilichurls, she didn't have to. This is because you were immediately next to her, sword drawn and slicing through the monsters like a hot knife through butter. Your geo legs acted like extra blades that parried any attack directed towards the knight.

Because you're other legs were busy, however, you were unable to block the attack from a crossbow that shot right through your knee.

You fell down and were beaten senseless by the hilichurls, the last thing you remember was the sounds of a blade and the monsters turning to dust before you blacked out.

You woke up on a soft bed inside an unfamiliar building. You tried to get up but your knee had a large hole in it, luckily for you your ability to feel pain was long lost.

Jean entered a minute later with some food, "good, your awake."

"Where am I?" You asked.

"In my home, the guest room to be exact."

"Why did you save me?"

"Because you were in danger."

"Yes but why? Aren't you afraid of me?"

"Considering how you saved me as well? No, not at all."

Jean poured some tea for both of you, "now onto-"

You felt your eyes water, something you didn't realize you could still do.

"What's wrong?" Jean asked.

"It's just, it's been so long since anyone was...nice to me. My appearance isn't exactly very welcoming."

"And yet you still help people, the same people who call you a monster?"

"Of course! I might be an abomination, but I'm not a monster. In fact, before I became...this I had always dreamed of joining the knights."

"Well, that makes things easy."

"What do you mean?"

"While I cannot officially make you a knight, I can make you an honorary member of the knights of favonius."

"REALLY!?" You said, a child like excitment on your face.

So you joined the knights, of course not everyone was happy about this.

But noone doubted the acting grand master's decision, after all she never once failed the city.

After a while the city warmed up to you, even hailing you as a hero thanks to all you've done!

But the city's attitude towards you wasn't the only thing getting warmer.

Infact, a certain person's cheeks seemed to grow red as Amber's ribbon at the mere mention of your name.

Lisa and Kaeya were the first to notice Jean's infatuation with you, and they were quite intent on helping her.

It would be easy for them to set it up: you were cold blooded, so you had a heater in your room during the winter, and thanks to a 'freak lightning strike', your house was under renovations for the whole season, this caused Jean to let you stay in her home until yours was repaired.

Now all they had to do was sneak in an 'cool it' down.

You awoke in the middle of the night due to the temperature suddenly dropping. You tried turning on your heater but that didn't work. You went downstairs to make some hot tea, unaware that Kaeya swapped the labels on Jean's coffee and your tea. After making the beverage you sat down in the warmest corner, covered in blankets, and with a warm drink in hand.

Fun fact! Spiders get hella drunk off caffeine.

You are a spider.

One sip of the coffee and you felt funny, you couldn't think straight and felt wobbly.

Kaeya and Lisa giggled watching you.

"So, how DID you get them drunk? You couldn't exactly have spiked their tea could you?" Lisa asked.

"I swapped the labels on their tea and Jeans coffee. Spiders get hella drunk on-" Kaeya noticed Lisa worried face, "fuck, what did I do this time?"

"Kaeya, spiders don't get drunk on caffeine like humans do with alcohol."

Lisa pointed Kaeya towards the window

"Whoops"

Caffeine doesn't make spiders drunk the same way alchohol does a person, which is what Kaeya expected.

Caffeine makes spiders hyper, very hyper.

When Jean heard skittering and clanging she thought someone was robbing the house, so she was reasonably surprised to see you lying in the center of the kitchen, crying, and with webs all over.

When she asked what happened you just rolled over and mumbled out gibberish about how you can't catch any flies.

Jean picked you up to take you to bed, but you wrapped your arms and legs around her and caused her to fall.

"(Y/n), please let me go." Jean pleaded.

You shushed her, "nap time" and fell asleep.

Your grip was to strong for her to get out, and with your weight she couldn't get up in this position, so she just had to wait for you to get up.

The next day Jean got up the same time as you, she would have said something if you didn't kiss her and pet her head.

"I love this dream." You said, nuzzling into the crook of her neck.

Jean was shocked, what dream? You were clearly awake.

"I wonder if Jean is this warm in real life....I wish I could find out..."

"(Y-y/n)" she stuttered out, "you're not dreaming."

You shot up with all your eyes wide as saucers.

You immediately thought of running. But where would you go? The forest? Yeah, that works, just go there a-

You felt a warm sensation on your cheek.

"So (y/n), how does this dream usually go?" Jean said with a suggestive wink.

.

.

.

"(Y/n)?"

404 error, reader.exe has crashed

After that rather unconventional confession session, you both started dating.

Jean was concerned about not having enough time for you, but that proved to be very unfounded. Thanks to your many years alone you didn't know what dating was, so to you simply working together was fine.

On every mission out of the city you would bring gifts or a picnic for when the sun was setting.

On days where you both had paper work you would make tea and buy little cakes or biscuits and sit on her lap as you rested on eachother's shoulders and fed each other snacks, under the excuse that "sharing a chair saves space".

On the rare occasion Jean gets to have a day off, she showers you in affection.

She'll make you breakfast in bed(it's not good 80% of the time, but you don't tell her), she'll cuddle with you all day, she'll even read to you if you want. She wants to give back to you for all the time she couldn't give you her full attention.

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Xingqiu: it's like one of my Inazuman graphic novels

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Your meeting with the guhua geek was far more coincidental.

You were just minding your business, catching some animals to eat, when some weird guy just walks by you, not noticing you at all, as he reads his book.

You were rather suprised and, by extension, curious about this boy.

Was he blind in peripheral? Was he that brave? Was he an idiot?

A bit of colum B, mostly colum C.

Xingqiu sat down on a rock and continued reading, given how he was reading aloud you figured you might as well take advantage of his lack of notice and learn to read.

But he did notice.

"Ah shoot, spaces out again." Xingqiu cried, "now I have to start all over."

Xingqiu started reading the book all over again, much to your joy.

You could easily match his words to the page thanks to your speed of comprehension.

When the boy noticed it was getting late he decided to head home, while you were upset you didn't try and stop him. In fact you immediately darted away before he saw you.

The next day he came back, and read from the same spot.

And again

And again

This went on for quite some time.

Xingqiu knew someone was watching him, but he never was able to catch a glimpse. He just figured it was someone who wanted to read legends of the shattered halberd but couldn't find any copies, and so the chivalrous thing to do would be to read it for them.

One day he finished the fifth book and proclaimed it was the last one, which made you rather sad.

Until he spoke to you.

"Well my secretive friend," he turned around, "shall w-"

You screamed

He screamed

For about five minutes.

After which you both just stared at eachother.

He pointed a shakey finger at you, "you're-"

You turned away, 'a freak I know' you thought.

"SO COOL!"

"What?"

Xingqiu immediately ran at you and started inspecting you.

The whole time he had such an amazed look on his face.

"Woah!" He said as he grabbed your mandibles, "are these real?!"

"Ye ey are, a ah ee e ah a" you said hoping he would understand that you need them to talk.

"Oh. Hehe. Sorry." He said releasing them.

"Aren't you...scared of me?" You asked.

"Why would I be? If you wanted to kill me you would have. It's not like I was particularly on guard when I was reading for you."

'Y-you knew I was there?"

"I knew someone was there, and I knew they were watching me read. Since you showed such interest in my book I thought the only chivalrous thing to do was to keep reading."

You were shocked, most people just ran and screamed upon seeing you.

"Now, shall we go look for the sixth book?"

After that you and Xingqiu became fast friends.

He used some of the money he made from the scam he pulled on that scammer to buy out the forest you lived in, making it officially private property so that people won't go after you.

He kept coming back with books for you both to read, you absolutely loved it!

And while you never realized it, you also loved him.

He however, did know he loved you.

Being the menace to society he is, Xingqiu decided the best way to confess was to just kiss you.

You're sitting on a stump with your head on Xingqiu's shoulder.

"This book isn't as good as the others." You say.

"Ah don't be like that, fairy tales are the foundation of all those 'knight in shining armor books' you love."

"Yeah but this is boring."

"True, true. But I think it has a great ending." Xingqiu turned to the final page, "and then the knight told the (royal title) how much he loved them, and to seal his love he placed a kiss on their cheek."

"That wasn't good."

"Why? It was very realistic."

"In what reality does someone confess by kiss-"

*smooch*

It took you a solid five seconds to process what happened.

Xingqiu smirked at you like the bastard man he is, "this one I believe."

Your mandibles hung slack as your face got a dark shade of blue.

"Uh, (y/n)?"

"Clothes off, now."

Xingqiu stumbled out the forest four hours later. Chongyun, who was protecting his privacy, asked him what's wrong.

"Absolutely nothing." He responded with the largest grin a human could muster, before his legs gave out, "can you carry me home?"

Your relationship was more steady than just that bit though.

Xingqiu spent as much time with you as he could, he even learned how to hunt so he could be with you while you hunted for food.

You never left your forest though, you were far to afraid of people and especially the vigilant yaksha(which Xingqiu tried to convince you was friendly).

Of course, not everything goes so simply.

Xingqiu was skipping through the forest, far to enamoured at the idea of you to notice someone following him.

You sat calmly on your rock and awaited your boyfriend of two years, today was his birthday so you made him a beautiful silk picture of his favorite scene from 'the legend of the broken halberd'

You felt the boy drop into your lap, "hello my love!"

You wrapped your arms and extra legs around him, "hello my little knight, I have a wonderful gift for-"

"XINQIU! WHAT THE HELL IS THAT!"

You both turned around to see a man who looked oddly like Xingqiu.

"H-hey big bro..." Xingqiu said, clearly nervous.

"You're his brother?" You asked, "nice to meet you! I'm your future sibling in law!"

His brother looked surprised, then angry, "Xingqiu, a word."

"No," he responded, "anything you can say to me you can say to my (s/o)."

"Xingqiu, this is not a game."

"ANYTHING," Xingqiu said, far more aggressive, "you can say to me, you can say to them."

His brother sighed, "you can't date them."

"I believe I can."

"XINGQIU! ME AND FATHER HAVE TOLERATED ENOUGH OF YOUR CHILDISHNESS! YOU ARE AN HEIR OF THE FEIYUN COMMERCE GUILD, YOU CANNOT DATE THAT-THAT THING!"

Xingqiu shot up into a fighting stance, "care to repeat that?"

Xingqiu stared down his brother with murderous intent.

"So you wont back down?"

"Never, I love (y/n) to much!"

"If you don't leave them, you'll be disowned by father, all your wealth, power, and influence will be forfeited. All for an inhuman freak!"

"Xinqiu please," you tried telling your beloved, "I won't let you sacrifice-"

"Sorry darling, but I don't give a damn." He interrupted you before turning to his brother, "I will NOT abandon my beloved (y/n)! They are the most precious thing in the world to me! So go ahead! Strip me if my title, my riches, of my very skin! My heart will yearn for nothing else but the cold hard touch of love that is my (s/o)!"

Xinqiu's brother smirked

"So, you promise to always be with (y/n)?"

"Yes!"

"Through both sickness and health?"

As smart as he was, Xinqiu couldn't see what was happening, "with all my heart and soul!"

"And you would take (Y/N) as your contractually bound spouse?"

"I would sooner bite my arm off than live another day without them as such! In fact!" Xinqiu turned to you, "(Y/N)! WE'RE GOING TO GET MARRIED RIGHT NOW! COME ON!"

"Hold it!" His brother demanded, "(Y/N)! Would you stay with my brother, Xinqiu, through sickness and health, through rags and riches?"

You nodded, "forever and always!"

"And would you take him to be your contractually bound husband?"

"E-even if I had to fight Rex Lapis himself!"

Two burly hands grabbed the couple and pushed them together, "You may now kiss the bride!"

Without thought, you two kissed each other, not thinking to question the cheering, clapping, and crying-

You both pulled apart, "what the abyss is happening here?!"

The burly arms, now wrapping you both, was an older crying man who also looked like Xinqiu.

Xinqiu's Brother was crying and clapping.

Chongyun was blasting off party cones(🎉🎉these things)

And several other of Xinqiu's friends were there celebrating.

"W-wait..." Xinqiu started to remember that his brother, as a high ranking member of a commerce guild, can officiate marriages.

The older man, Xinqiu's father, cried and said, "finally! Grandchildren!"

(If you can't have babies, adoption exists and is perfectly normal)

Needless to say

404 error, Xinqiu.exe and Reader.exe have stopped working

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Razor: the big bad spider and the itsy bitsy spider

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(Please understand that my knowledge of Razor is based on his quest, I know of his special vision but it won't be brought up for this. I will be sure to read the wiki page for him if I write him again)

Razor knew something was wrong.

His wolf side told him something was wrong with the forest, and his human side told him it should be either avoided at all cost or destroyed.

Because it had stayed away he had largely tried to just avoid it and keep his lupical away from whatever IT is.

Until a foolish pup decided to try and defeat whatever big bad monster had their protector so scared.

Razor ran faster than any lightning bolt upon hearing the news.

Razor didn't know what he was seeing: giant webs strewn out covering entire trees, boars and Hilichurls wrapped in webs and frozen in a sickly green.

And at the center of it all was a giant, monstrous creature with eight leg like roots coming from it's back, feeding off the life of all the creatures stuck here.

This is what he was afraid of, the beast that every inch of his primal self screamed to get away from.

But he couldn't, not until he found the pup!-

"Hello." You said calmly to the strange man coming into your home, "is this your's?"

You outstretched your hand and a sleeping pup drifted towards razor on a flower.

"He caused lots of problems, so I made him sleep. Don't worry, it's nothing permanent, give him an hour or two and he'll be right up."

After Razor left, you assumed that would be the last disturbance for a while.

But it wasn't.

Razor's wolf half still feared you, was still mortified when he pictured your spider like face, your towering body, everything.

But his human half...teembled.

Not in fear, but in a different way.

He couldn't stop thinking of you, and his primal upbringing did little to quell the less romantic thoughts about your gem like eyes, the way your mandibles clicked and moved when you talked, the overwhelming nature energy that you radiated.

But he still knew good enough to get to know you better.

Just not HOW to do it.

"Why are you spider?"

Is not a good first thing to ask.

But you explained regardless: you were taken as a kid and experimented on by some rogue students from Sumeru academy.

Then some purple lady rescued you, and while you were grateful you much preferred living out in the wild.

"Yes...wild is good! Wolvendom, especially good!"

Someone please help him.

"Purple lady....ah! Shockey wizard lady from knights?"

You nodded

"Razor good friends with her and honorary knight! Do you know red flamy girl?"

"Klee? Oh yes! I love her! She's such a nice kid!"

"Yes, Klee is like lupical! Even if she...burns down forest from time to time."

Lucky for him, your shared familial love for the pyromaniacal minor helped bridge the gap between you two.

Eventually he even got you to leave your grotto(?) And meet his lupical!

He introduced you to the wonders of actually eating rather than just sucking the life force out of animals.

You both love and protect the forest of wolvendom, and if any large threat arises to it then you both will fight fang and claw to protect your home!

Neither of you know what love is in the human sense, but you both feel it to each other and act upon it: giving each other a portion of your food, taking blows in battle for each other, and cuddling more intimately than just friends would.

You are his lupical, and so much more.

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I started this near last year's end, it took me till now to realize I should only do 3 characters.

(Paging: @golden-wingseos, @storytravelled)

[allegra-writes]

"Sunflower vol.3"

Peter Parker x SHIELD Agent! Reader

General audiences

Warnings: none

Part of the "Fine line" series. You and Peter move in together🌻

SERIES MASTERLIST | MY MASTERLIST

Peter carried the last box inside. That was it, it was official now, you were living together. The elevator doors closed behind him with a 'ding' and he couldn't help the smile that took over his face as he stepped into your apartment. No longer his, but yours, it belonged to the both of you. With you in it, it wasn't the penthouse at the New Avengers Tower anymore. No, with you in it, it was finally home. The thought alone of being able to fall asleep next to you every night, of waking up that very same way, of being all domestic with you, was exhilarating.

But not everyone seemed to share his happiness. Aunt May had been less than enthusiastic, saying he was too young, and it was way too soon to take that step. That you guys shouldn't rush into things.

And your family hadn't been much better. Because you might have had lost touch long ago with your biological parents, but that didn't mean you were alone in the world. He had soon learned that, much like him, you had a parent figure and mentor, yours in the shape of your Supervising Officer at S.H.I.E.L.D and curiously also named May, the woman who had rescued you from the wrecked remains of The Academy after the snap, who had take you in as part of her team, giving you shelter, a new family and a purpose in a world in ruins. 

He had witnessed how difficult that particular phone conversation had been. His super senses had let him easily hear the implacable voice of the woman on the other side of the line, speaking words so much like his aunt's, telling you you didn't have to do this now, that you both had your whole lives in front of you. 

"He's an avenger, and I'm an agent" You had replied, calmed and composed and so mature you made his argument with his aunt look like a tantrum, "In our line of work, life expectancy isn't exactly the longest. We lead short, violent lives, May, you know this better than anyone… don't you wish you could have had more time with Coulson?" 

The line had gone silent for a long time after that, before the woman finally gave you a terse blessing. And you had deflated, emotionally exhausted, as soon as the line had gone silent.

"Maybe we should invite her for dinner" Peter had suggested, "I mean, I would be nervous too if my daughter was moving in with a stranger…"

You had rolled your eyes,

"She was deputy director of S.H.I.E.L.D for five years. Trust me babe, she probably knows more about you than yourself" 

Peter had gulped. That wasn't disturbing at all. But he recovered quickly, suggesting you took a shower to help you relax, as he finished your unpacking for you. There wasn't much left anyway, only a few books and knick knacks, probably kept for sentimental value. He was nearly finished when he saw it, inside a crystal case cool to the touch, some kind of preserving device without a doubt, because it looked exactly the same as the day he had gotten it for you: 

A beautiful sunflower corsage, the one he had planned inviting you to prom with. He had saved for over a month to be able to pay for it, taking it straight to school with him when he had finally bought it.

"... And are you sure she doesn't have a date yet?" 

Ned had rolled his eyes at him,

"Completely. She blew off every guy that invited her. Even Brad Davis! Like she's waiting for the right guy to ask her!" 

Peter clutched the little plastic container a little harder to stop it from slipping out of his sweaty hands. He had it bad, he knew that. But he was sure you liked him back, so maybe it was ok that his heart started doing summersaults inside his chest every time he saw you. Maybe it was alright if his stomach filled with butterflies every time you stood just a little too close to him, and he could smell your strawberry lipstick. Maybe it was ok to fall, as long as you fell for him too…

Speaking of butterflies, there you were, coming his way on the hallway, looking like a dream in your blue jeans and soft pink sweater that he loved so much, the one with the pastel colored butterflies that made you look like an angel. He quickly hid the corsage bringing his hands behind his back. 

"Hi- He-hello. Hey! Hey, Y/n" He stammered like an idiot, but you didn't seem to notice, just smiling at him, big and bright as always.

"Hi, Peter. Ned" The boy acknowledged your greeting with a wave, eyes going from you to Peter and back again like an expectant puppy trailing a ball. 

Peter cleared his throat.

"Ned don't you have to go do that thing?"

"What thing?"

"The thing we were talking about. So I can… do that other thing we were… talking about?"

"Huh?.. Oh! Yes… right. The thing… I'm gonna… yeah!"

You watched in amusement as he made his exit, pretending not to be looking over his shoulder every five seconds. 

"So…" Peter began, fidgeting like he always did when he was next to you, too full of nervous energy to be able to stand still, "Tomorrow is the big night"

"Huh?" Was your eloquent, distracted reply, your eyes focused on something past him. 

"Prom" He explained, sunflower still held firmly behind his back "Tomorrow is prom night" 

That got your attention, gaze on him again. 

"I- I was wondering… I mean, Ned says you don't have a date, a-and I don't either. Have a date, I mean" Smooth, Parker. Real smooth. "I was wondering if you would want to go with me on a pair. I- I mean, as a couple" Fuck, could he be anymore awkward? You were frowning in confusion, probably unable to translate all his gibberish into something that made sense. He stopped, taking a deep breath. 

"What I'm trying to say" Peter finally managed to get out, "is…"

"I'm sorry," You interrupted, and it looked like you really did, "Peter...I'm not going to prom" 

"Oh" The butterflies turned to led inside his stomach, dropping dead and leaving him nauseous, "I- I see…"

"I'm sorry" You repeated. He didn't respond, afraid if he opened his mouth, he couldn't hold back the sob that was threatening to escape his throat. "You should ask MJ, though. She… she really likes you, Pete"

He still didn't reply.

You opened your mouth to say more, but the bell chose that moment to ring, so instead, you just turned away stiffly and left for your first class. 

Peter sniffed, feeling like the biggest idiot in the world. He had heard you say that before, to Amadeus Cho. But he had foolishly let himself be convinced it was just a little white lie to brush off the boys you didn't like. And maybe it was, probably was, and this time you were using it on him. He looked at the corsage, still beautiful and a little quirky and fucking perfect just like you. You hadn't even seen it, and now you never would. Because even if he did follow your advice and invited MJ, he wasn't going to just give it to her. 

No, that corsage was meant for you and no one else. You were the sunflower, he couldn't just replace you. He wouldn't. So as soon as he walked by a trash can, he threw it in it, without looking back.

He never thought he would see it again, least of all like that, kept intact inside a glass case like something precious. You probably had gone back and rescued it from the garbage, while he wasn't looking.

Peter just stood there, amazed by the discovery, the revelation that you must have had feelings for him even back then,for an untold amount of time, until he heard movement in the kitchen. 

You were there, of course, heating some water to make tea, wearing only his t-shirt, hair still damp from your shower, and his heart did a happy lap at the mundane scene. You both had come a long way from those school hallways and -he knew now- mutual pining. 

"Hello, my love" Peter wrapped his arms around your waist from behind, chin coming to rest on your shoulder.

You leaned into the embrace.

"Hey, tiger" 

"I didn't invite her, you know?" He blurted, "MJ. To prom, I mean"

"I know" you breathed out after a moment.

"I wanted it to be you. You or no one at all" He confessed, taking one of your hands in his, "I just wanted to dance with you" 

You felt him slide something around your wrist, and you knew what it was even before looking. 

"Y/n… would you go to prom with me?"

You turned in his arms, watery smile on your face, 

"Yes, Peter, I would love to" 

You leaned in for the kiss you were sure would follow, but your lips met nothing but air, as Peter fumbled to take his cellphone out of his pocket. 

"Pete?" 

"Yeah, just… one second. We need music" 

"Karen, would you play some music for us?" You spoke to the ceiling, making Peter sheepishly put his phone inside his back pocket again.

"Of course, Agent 16" 

Almost immediately the kitchen was filled with the not particularly pleasant lo-fi sounds of a strong bass line and a whining guitar.

I'm a singer in a band, but that's ok

Got the guitars to the right and…

Peter snorted, 

"Karen, what the hell is this?"

"I believe the band's name is DANCEHALL, Peter"

"Well, it's awful!" He looked so offended, so affronted by Karen's choice in music that you couldn't help to laugh. "Change it now!"

"No! Karen, please leave this song" You managed to get out between chuckles. Peter threw you an incredulous look.

"Oh, come on!" You snickered, "can you really tell me the music at the dance was any better?"

"... Alright you got me there" your boyfriend shrugged, wrapping his arms around you again, balancing tentatively from side to side to the rhythm of the music.

I got some 47s they can burst to the face…

"Oh yeah, this is a really romantic song" He remarked, voice full of sarcasm

"What are you talking about? It's perfect!" You playfully slapped his shoulder, "Don't diss on our song!"

Peter looked about ready to have a stroke,

"Oh no! This is not our song! I refuse-"

"Shut up and kiss me, Parker" 

So he did, deep and passionate, and far more skilled than what he would have been capable of back then, your bodies never stopping moving softly, completely out of sync with the melody.

I'm gonna ride into this town

I'm gonna burn this party down

I'm gonna ride into this town

I'm gonna burn this party down…

Your hands went to the back of his neck, fingers carding themselves through his soft curls, sunflower petals scratching at his nape. He fisted his hands in the cotton of his t-shirt, at your waist, sexier on you than any gown, your body pressed against his. And he never wanted you more than he did right there, kissing you in the middle of the kitchen, pretending it was a dancefloor. 

He knew soon enough, he wouldn't be able to resist it, and he would lift you up onto the kitchen counter, stepping between your open, welcoming legs. Slipping inside your welcoming heat. 

He knew soon enough, he would have you screaming his name to the ceiling of your new home…

But for now, you danced.

To be continued...

[stormcakes]

I was tagged by @aouride! Muchas gracias. (づ￣ ³￣)づ I’ll keep this only to mutuals whose native language isn’t English, because it’s more fun that way. :>

(Answer this in your native language!)

Time right now: 19:11! Average hours of sleep: Nos últimos dias, mais ou menos umas sete horas! Amém Jesus-- Number of blankets I sleep with: Depende bastante do clima. Mas agora que tá esfriando, uns 3. Se a temperatura for pra casa dos negativos, pode chegar até 5. Eu sou bem exagerada. :B Last thing I googled: Eu tava tentando achar uma música que tocou na rádio hoje erkughalerghçoi Favorite music artists: Atualmente, eu tenho escutado bastante Oh Wonder. Mas não acho que eu tenha bandas/cantores favoritos. :c Song stuck in my head: MALA GENTE, DO JUANES. Essa merda tocou no meu mp3 dentro do carro e agora não quer me largar. Me ajuda. Last movie I watched: O Caminho para El Dorado. <3 Porque eu não tenho nada melhor pra fazer, aparentemente. Last TV show I watched: Conta se for da Netflix? Se sim, Caçadores de Trolls, da DreamWorks. É meio bobinho e a vibe é que nem Miraculous Ladybug, mas eu gostei bastante. What I'm wearing right now: Moletom, jeans e as minhas pantufas de pinguim. Me julgue. When I created this blog: Faz... Um ano e três meses? Acho. I post: Coisas aleatórias pra caramba. Do I have any other blogs: Sim! Tem o artblog, e outros quatro. :> Do I get asks regularly: Até que não? De vez em quando eu encontro uns ask meme legais onde o povo até fala bastantinho comigo, mas fora isso, é bem raro. orz Why did I choose my url: EU AMO TEMPESTADES!!!!!!! MUITO MESMO!!!! E Runa era o meu apelido da vez, então deu no que deu. Vai entender. Hogwarts house: Sonserina. :B Pokemon team: Quando Pokemon Go chegou no Brasil, eu escolhi Valor porque era o time da minha irmã, mas eu meio que me arrependo de não ter pego Instinct. Ou sei lá. Favorite color: Verde! <3 Tipo verde-grama? aekughçoiHÇOSIEHRG Dream job: Eu quero pilotar um Agusta Westland Grand. OTL COISA MAIS LINDA DESSE MUNDO, GENTE. Ninguém vai entender a minha pira, provavelmente. Mas os Agusta são.......... Mágicos. /chora

I’m gonna tag @kisekimegami @artesiant @kickassfu @chocowl & anyone else who speaks more than one language/have a native language other than English! 

[zerablackwell]

Chapter 1: Crashing Reality Part 2

Awaking with a start, Zera covered her mouth to muffle her scream. Then she took a moment to try to calm herself, successfully doing so. Realizing she had been crying, Zera wiped her eyes with shaky hands. Her mind was foggy, disoriented, Zera looked from herself to her surroundings to find that she was in the same clothes from classes today and in confusion she looked around to see where she was.

Zera was in her room, she took a pained deep breath, her lungs feeling like they were on fire. Slowly regaining her composure, she took in the comfort of being in her own home. The white walls of her room reflected the sunset shining in through her large windows, her silver sheets slightly messy from her tossing and turning. She tried to think back to her nightmare but could not recall it for the life of her. The only thing that came to mind was amber eyes.

Shaking her head, she focused on her surroundings. Zera sensed her best friend's presence as well as Elijah's. However, she noticed there was someone else in the house, Zera dragged herself out of bed, smoothing out her school uniform. She then walked to the stairs; halfway down she could hear Azazel blowing up on, Zera assumed, his younger brother.

"You irresponsible, annoying little pest!" Azazel screeched at Seth, Zera quietly walked down the stairs, stopping at the door frame of the room. Carefully she peaked in, the supposed adults too busy arguing to notice her snooping. Just as Zera peered in, Azazel had punched Seth square in the jaw, throwing the younger on the floor who then spit out blood.

"Are you done?" Seth hissed angrily, eyes flashing crimson.

Azazel growled and pulled on his jacket to smooth it out, "Now. I am done." His lavender eyes were once again that ice cold blue.

"Good." Seth stood as he wiped the blood from his mouth, "She has a right to know, she isn't a child anymore Azazel." Seth then picked himself up, only a couple inches shorter than his older brother.

"She is my daughter and I will decide when and if she needs to know anything about those-those-" Azazel growled and took a deep breath. "Seth, I am trying very hard to keep my calm."

"She is my niece, and she wants to know everything you are hiding from her. I see it every day, she's constantly distracted, and I've been watching how she behaves towards others."

"Yes, I can see how she speaks to Elijah. We are working on that, but she is none of your concern."

Family is my concern Azazel, you can't keep shutting me out." Seth pleaded, "I just want her to know who she is, where she comes from! She deserves to know!"

"You're playing the same tune Seth, it's getting old. You don't care, you only care about yourself, not the well-being of others. Even if you did, you are only her uncle, I am her father. Her welfare is my responsibility not yours." After this, Azazel began to speak in a foreign tongue, one Zera did not recognize.

They continued to argue in this strange language she had never heard before, and Zera let it continue for a good several minutes before she had enough. Zera walked in and stayed in the doorway, "Father, Seth."

"Zera, you should not be up and about, you need to rest." Azazel huffed as he walked to his daughter who did not budge from the doorway.

"I feel fine, what language was that you were speaking in?" She crossed her arms over her chest, leaning on the door frame.

"Don't fret," Azazel began, but Seth continued.

"Your family's native tongue, the language of angels, it is called Veraiyaka."

She stared blankly at the two, "Why do you know it? You were born a demon, weren't you?" Zera directly asked Seth who merely chuckled.

"I was, but the demon's language wasn't used in heaven. I only ever knew my father's language, I never truly knew my mother's heritage." Seth explained patiently, a hint of delight in his eyes.

Zera nodded slightly, "So they tried to erase your heritage?"

Azazel snickered and hid his mouth with his hand while Seth stayed quiet, a frown growing on his face. He stuttered before clearing his throat to answer, "N-no, no they didn't. Father just..." Seth's voice trailed off, uncertainty in his eyes as the gears seemed to turn in his mind.

"Father just what little brother?" Azazel pressed, smirking deviously. "Why was it that you only knew Veraiyaka? Why you never met Lilith? Why was I the one who had to teach you Raiwadahkre? Or even how to tame your hunger?"

Seth visibly tensed up, "Father was always busy Azazel, you know this. Besides, none of them were familiar with the demons' culture."

"You have always made excuses for him, for the love of- just open your damn eyes Seth!" Azazel snapped, throwing his hands in the air, exasperated.

The green-eyed male began to tear up, clearly trying to calm himself. Zera found the whole interaction between the brothers' confusion and irritating. Azazel wasn't letting up on his little brother, and Seth was just an emotional wreck waiting to explode. She wasn't sure how to keep his walls from crumbling and didn't know how to diffuse the situation. Zera was more comfortable escalating but didn't want to deal with the consequences of doing so.

"Azazel..." Seth's voice was soft and wavered a touch, "Brother, why do you do this? I just want us all together. To put the past behind and start fresh... What is so wrong about doing that"

Azazel's face was void of expression as he spoke in a calm and even tone, "My wife is dead." His eyes turning from lavender to ice cold blue, at this Seth had frozen up. "Mrai sharaiz pehtekwarya Seth."

"May I remind you both that I do not speak that gibberish." Zera chimed in, tapping her foot on the ground impatiently.

Seth cleared his throat, looking from Zera to Azazel, "Should I translate or you?"

Azazel hissed at Seth, "I merely told him I protect my own."

"How truthful was he being there?" Zera asked her uncle who seemed pleased by his answer.

"For the most part, accurate translation."

Zera watched them for a long while before she was satisfied, "Fine, now why don't we keep to English? I'd prefer you to be straightforward. If you hide things from me, I promise I will find out the truth."

"There is nothing to discuss Zera." Azazel shook his head, his lavender eyes showing now tired he was. It was a strange sight for Zera, seeing her father this vulnerable. "Seth was just on his way out, right little brother?"

Seth stared at Azazel for a long while, when Zera was about to say something he spoke up, "No. I'm not leaving, I want to talk, I want to just work things out."

The older male glared, "I'm not talking anymore." With that in Azazel's place was Elijah.

Elijah took his jacket off and set it down on the couch, glaring at his alter's brother. "Seth."

"Bro-"

"I. Am not your brother Seth, Azazel is. Not me." He pointed a finger at Seth, "Now, Azazel does not want you here. Zera is not ready to hear whatever it is you have to say, respect her father's wishes."

"I don't believe you are the one to determine that Elijah." Zera hissed at her guardian, who took a step back. "Not you and not Father. The both of you are withholding information from me, cheating me out of my humanity."

Elijah tensed, Seth stared at them in disbelief, "I'm sorry, they what?"

"I made a deal with Father and Elijah to help me get revenge on my adoptive father and figure out my origins." Zera explained, her eyes never leaving Elijah. "Supposedly, the contract was completed long ago. However, with everything you've informed me with now it appears that I have been deceived. Although, what should I have expected from a pair of demons?"

"So Azazel and Elijah..." He turned to the white-haired male. "You two took her humanity?" Seth's shoulders slumped, "What the fuck were you thinking?"

"I don't believe that is your place." Elijah huffed, visibly uneasy.

"I'm really wondering what kind of parenting you are doing, I can not believe you!" Seth screeched, he looked at Zera, then back at Elijah. "What would Marnie think of this?"

"She doesn't agree either, but it's all done. Nothing changes what has passed. However, we can attempt to amend those mistakes by telling me the information that I am due." Zera snarled at Elijah.

"Okay we need a breather, need to take a break." Seth stood between the two, he looked at Elijah. "You and Azazel need to stop and look at this whole mess." He then looked at Zera, "You need to think about the way you go about things."

"We are done here, really. Seth. Leave." Elijah demanded, for the first time, Elijah seemed visibly shaken.

"I'll leave, as soon as you two take some time to cool down. Elijah you have to see that this is not healthy and not good for any of you." Seth put a hand on Elijah's shoulder, Zera watched as for the first time Elijah looked completely helpless. It was an unnerving sight, one she did not like. "Elijah really look at this, look where you guys are. Marnie never wanted this, she never wanted you and Azazel to do all this."

Elijah glared, "Don't. Don't use her name. Do not dare. You have no right to use her name."

"Elijah, you're overreacting, Mother is dead, she has been for over a hundred years. It is long past time to move on." Zera huffed loudly, "Mother, I'm sure, is turning over in her grave listening to you both."

"Young lady, watch your tone." Elijah was shaking.

"She was human, humans die. They live short lives, she was going to die no matter what." Zera snapped, "Why are you lashing out at him for talking about her?"

"She is dead because of them!" Elijah began to raise his voice, then covered his mouth.

"What do you mean?" Zera eyed him closely, growling. "John told me she died from giving birth to me, if there is anyone you should blame for her death it is me. Just as John did. Unless there is something you are not telling me."

Seth was at a loss for words, before he could say anything Elijah spat in Raiwadahkre, "Karwajeh chesah ena, tahkreth chesah cha."

"Rai jehkar Elijah." Seth sneered, causing Zera to almost explode.

"What is he lying about then? How did she die?" She screamed at them.

Elijah shook his head, "No." He stood his ground, though Zera could see just one push and he could topple, "Seth...I am begging you..." His eyes watered even as he tried to keep his expression firm, "I am begging you to leave."

There was a long pause between the three parties, a long time passed before Seth broke the silence. "Fine, I'll go. I'll leave for now, but I will not give up on this family." He turned and faced Zera, "I'll see you in school, and I do expect you to do the homework, no excuses."

Before Zera could respond, Seth vanished and she groaned loudly, "I hate

"Zera..." Elijah began, but his voice trailed off.

"Elijah, for the time being, I want nothing to do with you or with Father." She then turned and walked off, leaving Elijah in stunned silence.

Zera made her way over to the backyard, closing the door behind her. She took a deep breath and sat down on the stone steps.

Birds sang in the trees at the edge of the yard, the breeze was light and warm. Sun beamed down on Zera's pale skin and she closed her eyes, taking in the surroundings. With each deep breath, Zera could feel the overwhelming negative emotions slowly subside. The peace did not last long, her thoughts found their way back to Elijah and her father's betrayal. Growling, shadows began to surround her, and a familiar voice chimed in her ear, "Child, if you dwell on this, you'll give them power. Clear you mind in order to keep your eye on the prize."

Looking around, Zera did not see who the voice belonged to, "Who was that?"

"I'm hurt, you've forgotten me already? When you come to me for assistance in finding the truth behind your father's web of lies?" Listening to the disembodied voice, Zera felt a sense of relief overcome.

It seemed like a light bulb went off in Zera, "Luz."

"Correct." He cooed, and it felt like he was practically breathing against her ear, "You did so well with your father and your uncle."

"It wasn't enough." She grumbled, crossing her arms over her chest, angrily glaring at the grass. The shadows once surrounding her began to recede back into her being and appeared to vanish from sight.

"Give yourself a little more credit, you gained quite a bit of information. Now you need to pull back just a touch, if you dig too deep too fast, then you will set yourself back ten steps." The voice acknowledged and reassured her, Zera let out an irritated sigh. "I understand how difficult it is to be patient, but you must wait. Bide your time then you can get a bigger payout little one."

Zera thought it over for a long moment, "Fine. What plan do you have Luz?"

"The goal is to get you the history that you have been denied, to retrieve the full story we must find Madeline. In order to find Madeline, we must get you into Heaven's record room. That may have hints towards her last known location, considering they do so love to keep tabs on everyone. Only one slight problem."

She sighed, "And pray tell what that problem might be?"

"We need to get you past Archangel Metatron, the scribe of Heaven. He will be guarding it closely; however, if we get past him, we can find the key to answering your mysterious family history."

Zera mulled this information over for a long while before nodding slowly, she had already killed an angel, how much more difficult would an archangel be? "Very well, how do we get into Heaven?"

[haikyuuwriting]

Hello! Would you take a request where Kuroo always meets his crush on the train? Like all the time and they chat but he wants to go further than that? She seems very confident and help others a lot. However when it comes to feelings and any romancy stuff she is a complete block of ice and just straight out thinks that people are messing with her or lying. Mainly due to the fact that she doesn't feel pretty and has just given up on being liked that way (it's how I usually feel :/)

Hi anon, yes of course I’ll take this request! (AND SHUSH YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL INSIDE AND OUT AND DON’T LET ANYONE TELL YOU OTHERWISE 💖)

Pronouns: she/her

POV: 3rd person (Kuroo’s)

PART TWO

Kuroo was nervous.

He kept playing with his bag, checking his phone, running his fingers through his hair; making it even messier than it already was.

Why was he, Kuroo Tetsurou, captain of the Nekoma volleyball club, nervous?

Well, to get the full story, let us go back a few months to the first day of school.

Kuroo ran the entire way to the train station, his hair even worse than usual, his uniform not at its best. It was beginning to feel like a shit day. And to top it off, it was the first day of school. And he was late to his train. Kuroo nearly yelled in relief as the station came into view and he saw that his train hadn’t left yet.

Stumbling into the train and taking the first seat he saw, Kuroo quickly adjusted his uniform, ran his fingers through his hair in a lame attempt to fix it, and made himself comfortable in his seat, sighing loudly and glancing around at his surroundings.

He nearly chocked when he saw who he was sitting next to.

The girl looked about his age, and Kuroo instantly felt himself getting warm and tingly. She was beautiful. Kuroo had the urge to reach out and poke her to make sure she was real. Because damn. She was looking down at her phone, smiling, and giggling quietly. Kuroo knew he’d never blushed as much as this moment. How could a human being be that beautiful? And it wasn’t just her looks. She had a calming aura around her that made Kuroo forget all of his worries. He quickly looked away from her and down to his feet when she looked up, moving hair from her face. Crap, that was close.

For two days, that was how it went. Except Kuroo wasn’t late to his train anymore— in fact he got there earlier than he usually did, to see if the girl got on at the same stop he did. She didn’t, Kuroo soon learned. She was always there when he got on, sitting in the same spot in the corner near the emergency exit. Kuroo smiled as he sat down next to her, and felt that warm tingly feeling when she smiled back. Kuroo always got off before her. Today as his train slowed to a stop and he got up to leave, he looked behind him and waved. He left before he could catch her small wave back, and her wide smile.

The next day, Kuroo decided it was time to start a conversation.

“Hey, you go to Fukuroandi?”

She looked up from her phone, a bit startled. The look faded as she locked her phone screen and nodded.

“Yeah. You go to Nekoma, right?”

And so the friendship began.

Their conversations started out polite. Kuroo asked her if she knew about the volleyball club at her school, and was a bit pleased to know her answer;

“Oh, yeah. My friend Yukie’s a manager. Akaashi, I think he’s the setter, he’s in my class.”

“I know Akaashi, he’s a great setter. We’ve played a lotta matches with them.”

“Cool. What position do you play?”

Their conversations escalated fairly quick, thanks to Kuroo’s ability to make friends and start conversations  (Kenma mentioned how he’d basically harassed Tsukishima into talking to him as Kuroo mentioned his ‘skills’ while telling Kenma and Yaku all about F/N-chan and how the two had met. Kuroo shushed him and continued his story.)

Somewhere in their second month of knowing each other, they exchanged numbers. Kuroo mostly just sent her gibberish and memes. She usually sent him gibberish and memes.

As the days went on, their friendship grew stronger and they learned things about each other. Kuroo was a complete and total dork, F/N loved ice cream, they both loved Harry Potter (an entire train ride was British accents and random spells).

“Hey, L/N.”

Kuroo plopped down next to the girl, who looked to be in a rather bad mood. Her earbuds were in, but she took them out when Kuroo nudged her.

“Hey, Kuroo.”

“What’s up with you today?”

“Nothing.”

“Don’t lie, L/N-chan.”

She huffed at him and put her earbuds into her bag, running her fingers through her hair.

“A guy asked me out.”

“That’s great! What’d you say?” Kuroo couldn’t help but feel a bit jealous. He’d wanted to ask F/N out a while ago, but he felt as if it wasn’t the right timing. And, he liked being her friend, and if asking her out would ruin their friendship, it wasn’t worth the risk.

“I turned him down,” she said flatly, looking down at her phone.

“Eh?”

“I’m not really into dating. I always feel like people are just messing with me.”

Kuroo opened his mouth to speak but shut it when F/N got a phone call.

“Mom? Yeah I’m on my way…”

Kuroo frowned and slumped a bit in his seat. Was F/N insecure? She was always so confident around Kuroo; but then again, you’re never supposed to judge a book by its cover. Or did she just not see the point of dating? Did she have a bad past with dating—

“Hey Kuroo did you watch that show I told ya about?”

Kuroo blinked and cleared his thoughts, and soon the two were having their usual train talks, as they both called them. But what F/N said stuck in Kuroo’s mind for the entire ride home, and on his walk home, he wondered if maybe asking her out wouldn’t be such a good idea. It would just make things awkward if she turned him down, right? After thinking it through, Kuroo decided he’d ask her about the whole dating thing tomorrow, and take his time with the whole asking her out thing.

“Here ya go.”

“Oh, thanks.” F/N took the coffee from Kuroo, smiling and taking a sip. “Ooh, my favorite!”

“Mhm. Okay, so continuing on the subject of the whole dating thing.”

“What about it?” F/N asked, raising her eyebrows slightly.

“Well, as your friend, I feel the need to know your problems so I can help you.”

“You don’t have to, Kuroo—”

“Shut up, L/N I bought you coffee. Repay me by talking about it, kay?”

F/N sighed and took a long sip of her coffee. “Alright. But there isn’t much to tell. I just don’t feel as if they’d like me genuinely. Like they’re lying. And I don’t really understand why they’d like me. I’m not pretty. No interrupting, Kuroo.” Kuroo closed his mouth and motioned her her to keep talking. F/N took another sip of coffee before she continued. “Due to the fact that I don’t have a very good self esteem, it makes me doubt myself and the feeling that they don’t like me for that particular reason just grows.”

She took another sip and looked down at her feet.

Kuroo slung an arm around her and shook his head. “F/N, you’ll understand why someone likes you one day. It’ll make sense when they spill out their feelings to you, and they tell you all the reasons why they like you much. And if you’re scared of being hurt, because assholes like that are out there, you have your friends to lean on. You have me. You have ice cream. Got it, F/N?”

She nodded mutely, resting her head against his shoulder and scooting closer to him. Kuroo resisted the urge to squeak and ruffled her hair.

Kuroo took a deep breath as the train rolled into view. Breathe, Testurou. You got this.

He took his usual seat next to her, greeting her cheerfully. She responded just as enthusiastically; Kuroo couldn’t tell if she was mocking him, but he didn’t really care. He was gonna do it.

The entire train ride, Kuroo found it a bit hard to focus. F/N was rambling about an anime she’d just finished, but Kuroo could barely hear her. He kept running what he was going to say to her over and over in his head, and when there was a few minutes before his stop, he took a deep breath and turned to her, shutting her up half rant.

“You okay? You look a little pale.”

“Uh, I’m fine. So hey, wanna go out?”

Kuroo froze. That was not what he’d planned. Where the hell was the romantic shit Bokuto and he had come up with?!

F/N looked surprised, and Kuroo couldn’t blame her.

“Oh my god. Are you serious?”

Kuroo nodded. “I really like you, and I get it if you don’t want to, let’s just still be friends okay? But I have feelings for you and I can’t deny them you’re a really good person, like you’re really selfless and I really like you and ugh I don’t know where I’m going with this—”

“Kuroo.”

“Yeah?”

“This is your stop.”

Kuroo realized it was, in fact, his stop. He quickly stood up, looking behind him and quickly saying goodbye. F/N looked as if she was deep in thought, and just as Kuroo left the train, he heard her shout her answer.

And Kuroo was in a ridiculously good mood the entire rest of the day.

SORRY THIS IS LATE

BUT I HOPE YOU LIKE IT ANON 💖 THANKS FOR REQUESTING!

- Admin M

P.S I actually related to this and it made it easier to write, a few of the stuff in this is my own self doubt and thoughts (I have a very low self esteem and when I find out someone likes me romantically I freak the fuck out and isolate myself..)

PART TWO

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"y-you're what?" Alya Cesáire was shocked. She had heard nothing of Paris's #1 Furry dating Paris's #1 Teen Model.

On the other hand, Chat Noir looked just as shocked as everyone felt. "I'm. Um. Dating Adrien Agreste. Sorry, I think it was probably supposed to be a secret, bye!" In a fit of panic, he bolted.

Alya didn't follow. She doesn't normally follow when the heroes need to go detransform, but that day she followed even less.

What a plot twist.

Gabriel Agreste had seen, of course. When Adrien returned from his adventures in heroism, Gabriel was there, waiting.

Adrien was, on some level, surprised his father cared enough to say something; however, something as momentous and publicitous as a significant other would likely merit his attention.

Perhaps he should have done this ages ago. Perhaps he'd have been awarded attention then. Questions for later.

"So, you have a boyfriend. A superhero, no less."

"Y-yes, father."

"I see." Gabriel kept his stony demeanor, steadfastly refusing to give anyone even the barest hint of whatever undoubtedly complicated emotion he was feeling. "Very well. I'm glad my son has good taste in men."

Forget shocked. Adrien was shook.

The next day hadn't been much better. Adrien didn't see his father that morning -- that was usual -- but at school, things had been a bit hectic.

Chloe, for one, was on a warpath, screeching about mangy cats that should be spayed, neutered, and possibly executed.

He was steering clear of that one.

Marinette, normally sweet and kind, was a surprise today. She stopped for a moment to greet him in her usual quirky way -- with blushes and flailing and incomprehensible gibberish -- but whenever she didn't think he was looking she was very obviously alternating between an ominous grumble and a rather adorable pout.

He was staying clear of that, too.

His sole saving grace in the hurricane of heckling was his Best Friend™ Nino Lahiffe.

The very same Nino Lahiffe who was congratulating him very enthusiastically about his romantic partner.

"I should've known. All that mysterious talk about heroes and love ballads and leather -- and here I thought you liked Ladybug! But, dude, Chat Noir is awesome too! No wonder you're always all over any conversation about him!"

"Er, yeah, haha." Adrien hadn't really thought about it, but... He really had set himself up for this quite well.

Even unintentionally.

Ladybug, he'd find out that night, was a different story, though. Adrien would figure she'd be all for his newfound relationship (or at least that she'd know who he was and that he was claiming to be dating himself). But all he got from his lady were awkward glares and sullen looks.

Every time he'd bring up Adrien Agreste, Ladybug would act shifty and change the subject as soon as was convenient.

Chat Noir sighed in dejection as yet another conversation was dodged. Just as he thought they'd made a step in their partnership -- their friendship -- they'd somehow taken two steps back. What a weird girl, but still he found himself in love with the contradictions that frustrated him so.

He sighed again, in a longing manner this time. C'est la vie.

chat noir gets tired of pursuing ladybug and since marinette confirmed that she doesn’t like him, he says fuck it and tells everyone he’s dating adrien agreste. paris is shook, gabriel is defeated, and marinette is ready to throw some hands.