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miraeluc · 4 years ago

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you’re suffering alone

prompt: “kageyama knows you as his little ray of sunshine, but what does he do when he finds out how you really feel?”

pairing: kageyama x female! reader

word count: 3k

warnings: MAJOR tw!!! depression, again major tw self harm, reader cries a lot when kageyama finds out, reader’s mom is dead lol i went all out

genre: fluff, angst

you were always their little ray of sunshine

when you first joined the school a year ago and introduced yourself all excitedly

hinata ran to tanaka after that class

“we need to convince her to be our manager!!!!”

tanaka was down lol

it didn’t take long to convince you, you were looking for extracurricular activities to engage in anyway

the conversation went a bit like this

“y/n-san! do you want to be karasuno’s volleyball team manager?”

“sure!”

“we swear it- did you just say yes?”

“...yes”

cue tanaka and hinata screaming

after you became their manager it didn’t take you and kageyama too long to fall in love either

he adored the good vibes you brought with in any room you stepped in and you enjoyed the calmness that came with him (except when hinata’s around to annoy him, pretty boy radiates ᵃⁿᵍʸ energy then lol)

poor boy didn’t know that what he felt towards you until he had the whole team screaming at him to ask you out

so he did

and so you ended up here, 10 months into dating kageyama and 12 months into being karasuno’s manager along with kiyoko and hitoka

everyone found it a little weird that you were always the one to stay the longest out of everyone, but everyone assumed it was just because you genuinely enjoyed being there

which you did, don’t get me wrong

that just wasn’t the only reason.

no one actually knew why you had changed schools in the middle of the year

every time someone asked you pushed it off, claiming your old school just wasn’t working out and started babbling about how much you love being at this school and how glad you are to have found real friends like them

“time for a break, i brought food!!”

you held the bags of food up, getting tackled in a gross sweaty hug by nishinoya

“it’s like you heard my stomach calling out for you, y/n!!! you’re my saviour!!!”

you immediately laughed

“i know, noya, now get off, you’re sweaty” you cringed a little and he got off, a little offended but he quickly forgot about it and snatched the bags

you were all sat on the ground, everyone eating quietly when hinata started complaining about his mother nagging him to focus a little more on studying

that’s how everyone started talking about their mothers, somehow everyone having a little to complain about

“what ‘bout you, y/n? you have nothing to remark about your mom like our little crybabies here?” daichi looked at you

everyone whined at that,, “we’re not babies!!”

you tensed up at the question before relaxing and smiling

“nope! my mom is perfect.” you giggled

“woah, i wish!! you need to introduce me to your mom, y/n!!”

noya was very invested in your mom being perfect, lol

you see

kageyama here is very observant, whether it be on the court or just, well, people in general

he saw you tense up for that split-second, not pressing it further

he knows you most likely aren’t ready to talk about it

now that he thinks about it, you never talk about your family

he’d love to know but he understands that you’ll come to him when you’re ready to tell him and he doesn’t want to make you uncomfortable by nagging you about it

“i’ll introduce you to her, noya” you giggled

his face lit up and he nodded before the topic changed again and you could now also speak to them about how annoying and hard math class is

fr tho i hate math

after they were done eating no one could move anymore, let alone practice

hinata tried

keyword tried

he threw up....

no one else even wanted to practice after that - opting to clean up and end practice for today instead

“kageyama, ill head out a bit early today, i’ve got some stuff to do” you said

you startled the shit out of him because he was just bringing the last volleyball to the cart

“HO- oh.” he stopped himself from screaming and turned to you

“alright, just take care..” he mumbled, ruffling your hair which made you whine and fix it

you hate when he does that

he thinks your reaction is adorable

you scoffed and pulled him down to your height to plant a little kiss on his cheek

he blushed, pda isnt for him

you loved his soft side so much

nonetheless he smiled at you and straightened up again

“call me if anything happens” he cleared his throat

baby was a little awkward with stuff like this

you didn’t mind though

you nodded and smiled “will do!”

and off you were lol

hinata then popped up infront of kageyama

“what’d you do to her!?!?!?! she never leaves early!!!!!!!”

kageyama pushed him away by the head

“she just has stuff to do, shut up.”

“hey, mom..” you smiled lightly as you sat down

“nishinoya is really looking forward to meeting you! the whole team asked about you today.. today was an ok day, i was pretty distracted all day so i didn’t have the time to feel sad again.”

...

you sighed

“but, you know, it’s been getting harder lately. it seems that getting out of bed to get to school is getting harder.. i love making everyone happy, but it’s hard being the provider and never getting something in return. sometimes, when things get hard, i just want to drop everything. i want to stop acting so bubbly and happy, but i know you wouldn’t want me to lose my smile.”

you stood up

“i’ll get going then, i love you.”

you placed the flowers down on the grave before you, staring down at it with a sad smile before making your way home, yet again

the next day you showed up to school as you usually did, taking your seat next to kageyama after greeting him like usual

you were having a conversation with hinata

it was too early for kageyama to speak

everyone was confused when you didn’t show up to practice that day

kags(｡◝‿◜｡) , 2:47pm: are you not coming to practice?

y/n, 2:49pm: no baby, i’m sorry :( i really can’t tODAY, im so upset over it

kags(｡◝‿◜｡), 2:50pm: did something happen?

kags(｡◝‿◜｡), 2:53pm: y/n?

y/n, 3.26pm: nope, i just have some stuff to do at home (╥﹏╥)

the next day you showed up like usual again, this time attending practice too

just like that the days seemed to go by in a blur for you

day by day you felt yourself breaking more

day by day the scars on your hips multiplied

and day by day it got a little harder to make the room light up when you stepped inside

it was after practice and it was only you, nishinoya and kageyama left

“hey, y/n, can i finally meet your mom today??”

he was pressing around so much about it

you smiled and shrugged,

“sure, i bet she doesn’t mind a visit”

“can i come too?” kageyama asked timidly and you nodded

“of course.. it’s about time.” you smiled

your eyes were a little glassy

he frowned

nishinoya was too busy getting excited over meeting the first ever perfect mother to notice and he began dragging you out “let’s go then!”

he was pulling you to the direction of your place before you abruptly stopped

“ah-ah, i didn’t say i still live with her, did I?”

you had both boys confused now and you started walking into the right direction

you intertwined your fingers with kageyama’s

he squeezed your hand a little

he knew you needed a little support

only did he not expect you to lead them to the cemetery

nishinoya’s smile dropped when you actually entered the cemetery

he saw it but he expected you to walk past

you stopped in front of your mothers grave

“there she is.” you let out a sigh

kageyama felt his heart drop

“wait, y/n, i’m so sorry for pressing this so mu-”

kageyama pulled you in a tight hug, shaking his head at the boy, who now went quiet

he felt so horrible

you were trying so hard to hold your tears back, looking at noya

“don’t worry, you didn’t know.”

you still smiled at him

kageyama then spoke

“it’s best if you go home, don’t you think?”

he didn’t even sound angry at this point

nishinoya nodded and left

he really felt so bad

you couldn’t hold back and broke out in tears after

this was the first time you cried in front of your boyfriend

he didn’t expect it to hurt this much

hearing your little sobs break through you

he could feel his own heart breaking as he tightened the hug

neither of you said anything

he just let you cry into his chest

he didn’t need to tell you he was there for you with words

he told you through gently patting your back as you cried

he told you through not judging you when you cried like this

even when it started raining and the rain was slowly seeping through both of your clothes he didnt loosen his grip on you

he let you finish crying

however long it took

and when you finally looked up at him, only the moon’s light illuminating your face, he felt his heart break, again, at the sight of your puffy eyes and red nose

he wanted to protect you from all bad things, forever.

“gosh, i’m sorry, it took me so long to stop crying..”

he shook his head and pecked your forehead quickly “no. you didn’t.”

“..is this why you always avoided talking about your mother?”

you nodded, looking down at her grave, the flowers you placed there two days ago already droopy

you then looked up at him again

“thank you, for.. supporting me..”

nishinoya apologised about 27 times when he saw you

you kept reassuring him that it was alright but he felt so bad

he felt so bad he couldn’t even properly play that day

daichi sent him home early

“come back when you dont have two left legs!!!”

practice ended soon after that anyway

you sat on a bench, filling out the last bits of your homework so you didnt have to do it at home, not even noticing that it was just you and kageyama left until he called out to you

“hey, y/n, mind throwing me some balls? i’m not tired yet and i want to keep practicing”

you happily helped

you admired his determination to get better daily

it was refreshing, seeing him so passionate about volleyball

how couldn’t you help when he asked like that

that’s how he was now practicing as you were talking

“can you come over tonight?”

you furrowed your brows

“but it’s a school night?”

he shrugged “i don’t care. you haven’t been at my place for three entire weeks! i only see you at school, i miss you.” he was honest

he really missed you and he wanted to know what was up with your lame excuses every time he asked

you then nodded

“alright then, i’ll come.”

whilst he was busy drinking water you tried ‘passing’ the ball (at which you horribly failed)

“look, i’m a better setter than you!”

he chased you down lol

you took him by surprise when he finally caught you, grabbing onto your hips, followed by a loud intake of breath and a wince from you

fuck

well

he obviously immediately let go

“y/n. what’s wrong?”

you sighed and turned towards him

“um.. i.. hit my hip earlier today..?” you trailed off and he immediately knew that you were lying

honestly, he kind of had an idea of what it was

he just didn’t want to think of that possibility

he might be a bit slow, but he’s not stupid

he has a slight idea why you haven’t been coming over

he notices how the circles under your eyes have gotten darker

he notices how you sleep in classes, which is something you never do

and he’s so, so worried

but he’s scared to approach you

he’s scared to confirm his worst fears

he shook his head at you “don’t lie.”

you sighed softly “kageyama, it’s nothing.”

you avoided his gaze and he shook his head again, now unable to hold back from speaking

“no, y/n. you’re not okay, i know you’re not. i know that you struggle every day and i know you don’t like speaking about it, but i just can’t keep watching you suffer in silence, i do give you your space, but not when it truly concerns your well-being to the point i cant touch you or see you as often as i’d like to!”

he stopped and took a deep breath, shaking his head

“let’s go home first, i want to talk about this in a place i can do more for you.”

you were speechless

you never had expected him to notice anything, let alone speak up about it

you were so lost in thought you let him drag you to his room quietly

you snapped back to reality when he was unlocking his door, walking inside when it was open - you following

you sat on his bed, still not knowing what to say

how the tables turn, usually its kageyama being the quiet one and you being the one to fill the silence with unnecessary babbling lol

he looked at you, uncertainty swimming in his eyes

“can i see?”

you immediately knew what he was talking about, looking down

you pondered over it a little before nodding

he crouched down before you, looking up at you

“you know you can trust me, right?”

you furrowed your brows “of course”

“you don’t need to hide your feelings from me, baby, i love you through all of your emotional states, i love seeing you happy but i like comforting you when you feel sad too, you mustn’t hide your feelings.”

your eyes filled with tears at that one sentence

i love you through all of your emotional states

“thank you..” you sniffled

“i mean it. it hurts me when you hide it, it makes me feel so helpless, i don’t want to watch you crumble before my eyes, please, talk to me..”

“i just feel so hopeless, kags.. my heart feels so dull lately.”

you finally let in

“it feels like every single day repeats itself and all of my responsibilities are so hard to fulfill..it’s so hard turning up to school, bringing positive energy with me when all i feel is my sadness taking over my entire self bit by bit.”

he was listening, now sat on the floor before you, chin resting on your knee as you spoke

“but you’re not responsible for anyone’s happiness except yours. i don’t like when you prioritise others before yourself, y/n.. i don’t say it often but you’re truly so important to me and i don’t want you to lose yourself only because you try to make others happy.. it isn’t worth it, we love you for you, i can assure you, no one from our group would judge you for feeling down, we all have bad days, gosh, we all have bad weeks or even months! hiding these feelings will only worsen your pain and lead you to.. do irrational things..” he said, fingertips tracing over your hip gently

“let me see first and then we’ll talk about how we’re fixing this, ok?”

you sniffled and nodded, letting him pull the side of your pants down enough to reveal to him what he feared most

seeing the cuts scattered on your skin broke him, truly.

he gulped and stood up, leaving to get you a pair of his shorts

“put these on, this way i can tend to them better.” he said, wanting to clean it up first before telling you his thoughts about it

you nodded and changed into the shorts, him trying not to break down there and then as he left to get some stuff

when he came back you were patiently waiting for him and let him clean the cuts with some alcohol (not without complaining at the stings) before he bandaged them up as best as he could

he then laid down and pulled you with him, hugging you

“oh my precious y/n..” he mumbled

he was hugging your head to his chest to hide the fact that he was tearing up

he wanted to help you so bad but he knew exactly that he couldn’t just end your suffering and it hurt him

“but why? why do you do that to yourself?”

his voice cracked when he asked and you looked up, realisation hitting you

you hurt him so bad by doing this.

the person you loved and cherished most

“it felt like the only escape”

he caressed the top of your head

“pressuring you into stopping won’t help and isn’t worth it, but please, when you feel like.. doing that, call me instead. i’ll be at your place in no time and- even if you don’t want to talk i can just hug you and keep you company-”

you cut him off by pressing your lips against his

“i will, baby. i’ll call you whenever i feel down from now on”

he nodded “thank you”

he was thanking you as if he wasn’t the one helping you right now

you now hugged him back, “i’m sorry for not saying earlier..”

he hummed “lets just lay here. you’ll get better, i promise.”

he kept his promise

ever since that day, he’s been calling you morning and night, making sure you felt good waking up and going to bed

he often called you through entire nights

he made you slowly start to understand that your purpose wasn’t to make anyone happy but yourself

he made you realise you were more than a mere person that’s always happy

and he made you understand that showing your feelings wasnt something to be embarrassed about

(the entire team was very supportive too when they found out you were struggling! kageyama didn’t explain the details though)

so yep.

you had kageyama and a bunch of friends that were supporting you

and for the first time, you felt hopeful for the future, your mother watching over you proudly after years of struggling and even having to move schools for a fresh start

she could now rest easily, knowing your guardian angel found his way to you and won’t ever leave you.

a/n: YALL I MADE MYSELF EMO WITH THIS ONE:( i hope you enjoyed it & please leave comments about it!

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burnedbyshoto · 5 years ago

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a brush of luck

— In a world where soulmates exist you can communicate yours with a brush of a pen. It just doesn’t help that you are a certified idiot with a skill in misplacing things. —

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pairing: todoroki shouto x reader

warnings: fluff, angst, soulmate!au, cursing

word count: 4,229

a/n: this is for the bnaharem collab and I was super horrible and was not ready and i just woke up and threw this together please dont hate me uhuhuhuhhh see the masterlist here!!!

message to join my tag list!

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“Hey, y/l/n, you forget this!”

Your hair was falling into your face, your face flustered, and your binders filled with paper seemed to be liquid as they slowly fell to the ground.

Kaminari stood behind you when you turned around. His lips were picked into a kind smile. It was a teasing one too by the small glint in his eyes while he held onto your backpack and phone. A look of self-realized stupidity washed over your face when your head threw back into a groan. How stupid were you, really?

“I’m so sorry!” you exclaimed, throwing your things onto the nearest desk. You felt the tips of your ears burn with embarrassment when Kaminari helped you slip on your backpack and pocketed your phone in the jacket pocket. “I swear I’m the most forgetful person in the world.”

“Well, you do really clinch the title of the person who would forget their head if it wasn’t on their shoulders.”

Snorting, you shoved him with your shoulder, and he helped you regather your things with a low groan.

“Let’s see the tattoo,” you grin, ready to head out once again. Groaning loudly, Kaminari didn’t seem to want to give in to your demand, but still, with a twitch of his eye and a shove of his sleeve, he showed off his arm. “You know what, I’m going to say it—”

“I’m going to say it, I don’t care that you broke your elbows,” Kaminari finishes the phrase with you with a snort.

“Do you think it’s the first thing out of their mouth or matching tattoo?” you asked curiously when you blond best friend also prepped to leave the classroom for the day.

“I hope its the first thing out of their mouth, imagine how fucking ultra sexy foxy hot that would be,” Kaminari moaned, his eyes rolling to the back of his eyes at the thought. Gagging at the visual horniness of that thought, you walked away, grinning at the way that Kaminari stumbled over his feet to catch up with you.

This was the world you lived in, the world of soulmates.

You weren’t sure when they had first started, but you know that it wasn’t always a phenomenon that was around. When you roamed the internet looking at old, old stories on soulmates, these theories, these worlds were built on one single concept.

They wrote about a world of black and white for everyone until that fateful moment, or matching tattoos for everyone. But no, this world was much more complicated, much more detailed. Yes, in the world there were a lot of theories that ended up being true, but the thing they didn’t see coming was that every couple — every polyamorous relationship consisted of a unique theme.

Kaminari’s soulmate was linked with tattoo’s, and the purpose behind said symbol was unknown, unheard of until he met them. Yours, as you could guess and know, was also different. Pressing your fingers against the pen that sat on the inside pocket of your uniform jacket, you smiled when Kaminari’s arm was thrown around you.

“At least you’ve never lost or forgotten that pen of yours, that would be dangerous!”

“I promise I will never ever forget it.”

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You sat on your bed nearing midnight. You were cocooned into your blankets flipping through your Hero Lawbook that you were supposed to have read months ago, but now finally was. Humming to yourself, you read through the apparent laws and the not so evident laws.

For instance, there is a law that Pro Heroes are not allowed to eat off the edge of buildings anymore! American transfer students had littered so much it became a law!

Snorting to yourself, you flipped the page.

But something warm pressed into your forearm, the most heated energy that sent shivers down your spine. It was comforting as it was ethereal. The second your body recognized the feeling, the Hero Lawbook went soaring across the room, and you grabbed your pen that was waiting at your side for ages now.

Hi, sorry I’m just able to get back to you. I had a bunch of homework and friends who just let me leave them.

Smiling to yourself, you twirled the pen in your fingers and scribbled down your response:

It’s all good, I’ve been studying this entire time too, was just bored and didn’t respond to you earlier today!

Your soulmate theme was straightforward and quite comprehensive — it was dubbed the Forearm and Pen theme (you hated that theme). You could communicate with your soulmate by writing with the pen on your arm, but it only worked with that pen, nothing else.

The year you were to turn sixteen, you received a pen from literally out of the blue. You remember celebrating New Year with your class in your first year at U.A.; it had been an enjoyable night! Everything in life was still going fantastic, and your class was finally past the excellent friend’s point and felt like a genuine family. You remember hugging and telling everyone good night, still being fifteen at that point, and stumbling back to your room exhausted.

When you had gotten back to your room, you didn’t even undress; simply tugging off your pants and removing your bra, you threw yourself onto the bed. But you had landed on something stiff and painful, groaning your hands shuffled for whatever it was that you fell on, and when you grabbed it, you froze at the sight of the white box.

Was this a gift?

Your entire life, you had always wondered if you did have a soulmate, most people you knew after all had soulmate markers that appeared since birth. But you were perfectly normal. You saw all colors; you had no shared pain; there was no tattoo, no mind link, no dream meetings.

Nothing.

You were normal.

Sighing, you opened the box, hoping that it was from someone you at the very least respected.

Inside was a silver pen.

You blinked your eyes rapidly, unsure of what you were looking at, there were no initials, no engraving, nothing.

It was an exquisite pen, and despite what you thought, it was very, very light. Frowning, your fingers pushed down on the pen, but there was nothing that came out, was there no ink?

Shrugging, you dragged it against your arm feeling the way that the cool tip delicately massaged your arm. It felt nice.

“Holy shit!”

Your eyes saw the pretty grey silvery ink on your forearm. It stood out against your skin, the ink appearing nowhere else but your arm, and then it hit you.

This was for your soulmate!

With excitement tearing through you, your exhaustion no longer bitting on your skull, but the overwhelming need to know that this was for your soulmate shook you awake. Twirling the pen in your fingers, you couldn’t help but start writing.

OMG HI

You sat there staring at your forearm, unsure as to what to do next. What do you do next?

Hey?

If your heart could be anywhere but your chest, you were nearly positive it existed within your throat at this very moment. This was nervewracking, holy shit.

Sorry, you don’t know me, but I’m ___ ___.

You frowned when you tried to write your name, it was stopping you.

It seems that we do have some rules to this entire thing.

They responded back to you, and as if they could hear you, you groaned loudly.

This soulmate shit was already stopping your excitement, it seemed.

From that very first night, the two of you were able to discover a few things. First off, anything too personal was not allowed to be written out. So names, location, and gender were the biggest ones. Birthdays were not, and you were quick to find out that both of you were still fifteen. Second of all, just because you couldn’t figure out where exactly you both were located, you did manage to put together that you were both in Japan. Third of all, your soulmate was a Hero in Training just like you and was a male. Last, of all, you were quick to realize that you were in love with the way your body felt like it was gently warming up whenever he messaged you.

I think I deserve a round of applause.

You grinned after writing your sentence, your eyes watching while the warmth filled your body and his writing slowly appearing on your forearm.

Did you not forget anything today? I find that hard to believe.

You had to suppress a scream.

WELL, IT HAPPENED! I GOT EVERYTHING I NEEDED TO BRING BACK TO MY ROOM WITH ME!!

Weren’t you the one who forgot to bring your entire backpack to school the other day?

NO! I said I almost did, but my bestie got it for me!

How do you forget everything? I think you should try to make a list to make sure that you always have things you need for the day.

... I do… but I always lose the list, and im always running late…

You’re the worst…

Congrats bbg, I’m your soulmate

The world really doesn’t want to bless me with a good life, it seems…

HEY, THAT’S MEAN!

The two of you banter for what seems like hours, the night sky fading from blackness to the deep blue of the sky right before the sunrise. You had spent the entire night curled into your pillow, your face shoved into the soft fabric to suppress your chortling snorts because you geniunely enjoyed interacting with your soulmate. But it was late, and you both had classes early that next morning.

Okay, asshole, I need to sleep! I got this stupid test tomorrow that I did not study for. I'll write to ya tomorrow!! Goodnight!!!

Don’t be rude to your soulmate :( but goodnight, and good luck on that test, sorry for keeping you up.

Smiling at his words, you put the pen to your forearm one last time.

I will never ever accept your apology for making me stay up, I love talking with you, goodnight soulmate, sweet dreams.

You placed the pen down, your eyes fluttering close, heavy with sleep. But still, no exhaustion could suppress the fluttering warmth in your body when words appeared on your arm.

Sweet dreams, soulmate.

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“Fuck, sorry,” you groaned when you sleepily slammed into the person standing in front of you.

Blinking tiredness away from your eyes — poorly at that too — you focused up at Shouto. Grinning, you waved at your classmate, who looked almost as exhausted as you felt and definitely looked.

“It’s okay,” he nodded at you stepping to the side so that the two of you could walk side to side.

“You ready for that test today?” you asked after moments of silence.

You and Todoroki Shouto were not as close as you would like to be. Since day one, you had always had a thing for the duality of a man, and while it was mostly superficial feelings derived from the fact that he was attractive above anything else, it still made you awkward around him. At the time, your feelings were still holding you down, you always fully believed that you had no soulmate, so you thought maybe you could sweep him off his feet. It was rumored that his scar covered up his own soulmate mark, so there was no way for him to know who his soulmate was.

Selfishly and embarrassingly, you hoped that you could have him.

Then you met your soulmate, and things changed.

But now you and your classmates were all eighteen and held the world in your hands, yet you couldn’t speak to him usually still.

“There’s no test today?” Shouto stilled, his eyes narrowing in confusion, and your eyes screwed too.

“Isn’t it… Friday? We have a Hero Law test?”

“Y/l/n,” Shouto snorted a grin spreading across his features, “It’s Wednesday.”

If there was a god, he would shoot you right now.

Your cheeks burned with embarrassment while you walked faster to the classroom, Shouto keeping up with your pace easily, he was taller than you after all.

“Shut up,” you warned, your gaze not reaching Shouto’s who was staring at you.

“I wasn’t speaking.”

“I could hear you thinking!”

Shouto put on a smirk, his eyes teasing you, and his mouth dropping to speak, but there was a loud interruption.

“Y/L/N-CHAAAANNNNNN!!!!”

Both of you turned to see Kaminari chasing after you, his arms waving, looking out of breath.

“YOU FORGOT YOUR JACKET AND TIE!”

Shouto chuckled beside you, and you stared down to see that you were, in fact, only wearing half of your uniform. If there’s a god, he will end you now, you thought.

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You're not serious right now, are you?

Going on three years of knowing your soulmate, or at the very least talking with him, you thought you had a good understanding of who he was. He was strong, powerful, and kind. He came off a bit standoffish at times but was the dumbest person you’ve ever known. Common sense was not his friend, and that was okay.

Even at times when the two of you had your differing opinions because it did happen, it never snowballed more into a small annoyance that the two of you would apologize for and move on. But this was something that shouldn’t have had become a fight, it shouldn’t have been anything more potent than a difference of opinion, but when you suggested entertaining the thought of when the two of you would finally meet, he was uncharacteristically cold.

Hurt by his tone, you told him, and he said you to grow up until it became this written fight.

Why couldn’t you talk about meeting?

Why didn’t he want to think about what would happen when the two of you would meet?

It was getting ugly for no reason, a fight just to fight, and it was making you nauseous.

But he crossed a line that couldn’t be fixed when he wrote a simple sentence:

Just because you’re my soulmate doesn’t mean I have to love you, meet you, or marry you.

So there you sat, your bottom lip trembling with tears streaking down your blotchy face. He wasn’t being serious, was he? There was no way… no fucking way this was him. The warmth that flooded your body with his new message felt ice-cold, poisoning you from the inside out while you read it.

You're my soulmate, but I have no obligation to do anything with you now or ever. The world chose you for me, not me. I didn’t choose you. I don’t owe you anything here. Soulmates are bullshit and don’t fucking bother messaging me again if you expect me to fall in love with you just because our “souls are connected”

It was needless to say that you didn’t respond back, not because you felt like he should love you because of your connected souls, but because your sobbing and broken emotions left you curled into a ball, ready for a sleepless slumber to take you.

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“You don’t look too hot,” Kaminari told you, hitting you with his foot when your bleary and puffy eyes stared at your best friend.

Kirishima and Mina, who were sitting beside him, elbowed him at the same time, berating him for his insensitive comment. You could feel Sero and Bakugou staring at you, their eyes concerned and curious.

“What’s eating ya up?” Sero asked, and you found a rock-forming in your throat when you shrugged.

“Soulmate problems…”

“That was fucking obvious,” Bakugou rolled his eyes, taking a drink of his water. “Tell us the problem, not a stupid summary.”

Surprisingly that’s all it took for you to come undone, and you explained what happened with tears falling down your face and a sniffling nose. There was a lot to tell them about it, and you showed them the pen while explaining the entire story. They listened to every word you uttered, faces concern but taking in everything you said.

“You’re an idiot,” Bakugou spoke the second you were finished, his eye twitching while he glared at you. You swallowed thickly, placing the pen on the table while Bakugou edged closer towards you. “He’s not wrong, you know, stupid fucking soulmates are just this irrational solution to an irrational problem. Love is much more complex than that, and you don’t seem to have been fighting for him in that way either, sure you seem like good friends, but that doesn’t give you the right to expect him to love you. But he was a complete fucking dick about it, so I say kill him.”

Your — and all of the rest of your friend group — eyes widened at his words. With nothing to follow him up, you all continued to stare at him while he munched on his food.

“WHAT ARE YOU FUCKING EXTRAS LOOKING AT!”

“Is Bakugou a love expert?” Mina’s stage whispered to the group.

“He almost was, but then he said to kill y/n’s soulmate, so probably not anymore,” Kirishima responded back.

“SHUT THE HELL UP BEFORE I KILL YOU!”

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It took four days before the warm feeling shot through your body again.

Fuck, I'm really sorry, I was a complete fucking dick. I said a lot of things, and i didn’t mean to say I was angry and upset, and I know that you're upset, rightfully upset, but i don’t want to lose you.

No matter how long it took for him to get back to you, your heart squeezed with euphoria and poison, your hands moving to grab your pen in your pocket.

It wasn’t there.

Oh no. Oh no. Oh no. Oh no. Oh no. Oh no. Oh no. Oh no. Oh no. Oh no. Oh no. Oh no. Oh no. Oh no. Oh no. Oh no. Oh no. Oh no. Oh no. Oh no. Oh no. Oh no. Oh no. Oh no. Oh no. Oh no.

You tore apart your room, trying to find the silver pen but you couldn’t find it.

Stay as mad as you want, I just… please talk with me soon, even if it takes five days. I'm sorry, soulmate.

Frustrated tears poured down your face, nausea almost making you wheeze when you stared at the words you wanted to reply to.

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One day after he apologized:

Don’t want to bother you, just wanted to apologize again and say that I miss you, talk to you soon.

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Five days after he apologized:

I’m not really sure if this is normal or not… I'm not really… educated when it comes to romance and shit like that, especially when it comes to someone being upset with the other… my female classmates told me that I should expect a response from you soon. I'm really sorry, please write soon.

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So it seems that i’ve fucked up to the point of no return. I'm sorry, I miss you, I love you. Maybe one day I can reconvince you that I'm your soulmate for a good reason, but I guess I’ll have to work on that.

It had been fourteen days since he had apologized, and you sat in your room with tears streaming down your face. You wanted to respond back, but even fourteen days of tirelessly searching U.A.’s entire campus, ripping it stone by stone, there was no finding your pen. Every day without fail, he gave you an update of his day and another apology. Every day they got more hopeless, more pained.

This was his last message for a while, he needed time to work things out with himself now, the strain of this and graduation coming soon being too much to handle at the moment.

Wiping your tears for what felt like the hundredth time within this past twenty minutes, you stood up on your wobbly legs to go downstairs for water. You were dehydrated and absolutely needed to get out for both fresh air and water.

Walking down the stairwell with swollen eyes, you groaned when you slammed into a body when you opened the door to the common area.

Shouto blinked down at you, and you felt your throat clampdown at the pained look in his own eyes.

“Have you been—”

“Are you—”

You both spoke over each other, and despite the horrid feeling coursing through your bones, you cracked a smile.

“I’m getting water,” you explained with a shrug. “Long night ya know, just needed to replenish my system so I can cry some more.”

Shouto stared at you, and with horror, you realized precisely what you had said.

“Oh my god, ignore me!” you squeak, covering your face trying to move past him, but Shouto seemed to be curious now and followed after you.

“What’s making you cry?” he asked while you rush to the fridge to get your glass of water.

“What’s got you upset?” you counter downing the cup of water.

Shouto sighed, leaning against the counter of the island in the kitchen. “Would it be weird to say its soulmate issues?”

Swallowing the water in your mouth, you shook your head, a tired smile on your face, “Embarrassingly enough, my issue is also with soulmate stuff.”

A joyless chuckle escaped his mouth, and Shouto’s head tilted backward. You studied his jaw and the way his body seemed tense, too tense.

“What happened?” you press gently standing next to him, shouldering him gently.

“I fucked up, and now my soulmate won’t talk with me,” he says slowly, his head nodding while he glances at you. “I guess telling your soulmate you don’t want them is a bad thing.”

You snorted, nodding your head in agreement, “It’s not just a bad thing, its a super fucked up thing.”

Shouto sighed in agreement, and there was silence when you took another drink of your water.

“I didn’t know you were in contact with your soulmate, though,” you smile wistfully, your hand twirling the cup on the counter. “How’d you meet them?”

“I actually don’t know who they are,” Shouto admitted with pursed lips, and your eyebrows scrunched in confusion. “I have that soulmate thing where you write on your arm, and they can read it.”

Showing off his arm, you glanced at the pale skin. You nodded your head when he pulled out a silver pen that looked similar to yours.

“Well,” you shrug your shoulders, motioning him to write. “I’m no expert, but let’s see if I can help you get your soulmate to forgive you.”

“T-They haven’t responded to me in two weeks…” Shouto’s voice cracks, and the number burns a hole through your stomach. “I’ve written every day, but no answer. I don’t really know what to do, and all the girls in the class don’t really know what to do. Bakugou also said to go fuck myself over it, so I don’t think I really have had any help.”

Ignoring the twisting in your stomach, you willed your weirdness away to shuffle in your seat, “Well, you haven’t asked me, asshole, come on, let’s see what I can do.”

Shouto chuckles, his head nodding, “That is true, but to be fair, you’ve been anywhere, but in the dorm these past few weeks.”

“I lost something,” you mutter embarrassed, but you shake away your problems and point at his wrist. “Write an apology.”

You watched when he wrote, the words expressing his apology and love seeping through the silvery ink on his wrist. You told him to add things to delete things, but in the end, it ended up feeling like a genuine and sincere apology. You watched his pen leave his skin and a warmth shot through your arm.

Shivering, you looked at your arm, trying to see what your soulmate had written to you even though he said he was going to stop.

The words he wrote appeared on your skin.

Your eyes widened when you stared at Shouto, who was also staring at your arm.

Your eyes met in an almost world-altering way. This entire time, for three whole years, the two of you had been by each other and never knew. Midnight conversations wasted through ink instead of face to face. Your heart hammered in your throat, and tears once again poured from your eyes when you both stood at full height, staring at each other.

Todoroki Shouto was your soulmate — he was yours, and you were his.

“I’m so sorry, y/n, I don’t know what happened to me. You didn’t deserve that, and fuck, I’m so sorry—”

“I lost my pen, and I couldn’t respond back, I forgave you, but I had no way of reaching back! But I was always forcing myself onto you—”

You both interrupted the other, and now you stared at each other, drinking in the presence of each other and belittling yourselves for not knowing sooner; looking at it now, it was just so obvious. You can’t help it and pull him into a hug. His strong arms wrap around you, and you can hear his hammering heart on your ear, and it fills you up with the familiar warmth when he writes you. This seemed to be a brush of luck it seems.

“Can I kiss you, soulmate.”

“Please do.”

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aspiring-ginger · 5 years ago

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Forget-Me-Not Ch. 2 (Jaskier x Reader)

Summary: (Y/n) finds herself coming to terms with being thrown into another world. Geralt and Jaskier learn how to take pictures.

Warnings: Actually I don’t think there’s any for this chapter

Word count: 1,622

Pairing(s): Jaskier x fem!reader, platonic Geralt x fem!reader (The Witcher)

A/N: This one’s a short and sweet at around 1.5k. I promise the next one will be a bit more exciting!!

Comments and feedback are always appreciated!

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You couldn't believe your eyes as you gaped at Geralt's hand. Fire flickered in Geralt's palm. Actual fire.

"Wow that's uh, wow… that's actual fire," You stated, staring dumbly at the flames.

Jaskier cleared his throat, "Alright Geralt, here's what we'll do. Hello! My name is Jaskier, bard and troubadour extraordinaire, and this is my wonderfully broody friend and your local witcher, Geralt of Rivia. See? Let's just start over fresh," Geralt nodded and closed his hand, extinguishing the flame. "Now just tell us who you are and where you're from, and we can get you on your way back home in a tick,"

"Um, I already told you. I'm (y/n) from (hometown). It's in the country of (country)....but if you just actually used Igni then I guess we're not even on earth anymore. It's the Continent, right?" You pulled your coat closer to you, getting chills as you slowly came to terms with being in a strange new land.

"I've never heard of the Kingdom of (country), but I'm sure it's not too far, right Geralt? Maybe it's way out east? Or south of Nilfgaard?"

Geralt shook his head, "No. She's not from the Continent. She's human, but not a mage. There's no way she could have gotten here on her own. Someone or something brought her here." He narrowed his eyes at you, looking you up and down for any sign of, well, anything.

"Where I come from, there's no such thing as magic. There's only humans, no mutated ones either. We don't have any monsters, just some dangerous animals. Elves, dwarves, magic, monsters- all that stuff is fantasy, like out of a fairytale."

"So you don't know of anything from your home that could have brought you here?" Jaskier asked.

"Um, no. We do have science. I guess it's closest to alchemy? But we don't have anything advanced enough for portals. We have all sorts of technology, though. Actually!" You fished around in your pockets for your phone, "Here I have this! It's my cell phone. It's like a… oh shoot what was that called... A xenovox? Xenogloss? And I guess also a megascope because it can let you talk to other people and see them too," You held your phone up and pressed the lock button to show your lock screen.

Geralt and Jaskier leaned in to get a closer look at your phone. "Here, see?" You unplugged your headphones and held your phone out to them, which Geralt gingerly took from your hands. Jaskier peeked over his shoulder. He turned it back and forth, examining the foreign object. He blinked in surprise when the screen went dark, flipping it over to see if he had broken something.

"Oh, it just does that. The screen turns off when it's not being used to save battery." The men in front of you furrowed their brows so you continued, “It runs off of electricity that’s stored inside the battery. Once the battery gets low, it needs to be recharged. There’s no magic involved.”

“So it’s used to communicate with others? Could we use it to get you back home?” Jaskier snatched your phone out of Geralt’s hands.

“Well...no. To contact someone they have to have a phone, too. And there’s no network here anyway, so it wouldn’t work. Umm..back home they have huge signal towers built that help pass the message across huge distances. Since there’s nothing like that here, I can’t use it. But it does more stuff, too! It can play music, take pictures, go on the internet, lots of other stuff?”

“Pictures?”

“Music?” Geralt and Jaskier asked at the same time.

“Uh yeah. Here, Geralt first.” You held out your hand and the bard gave your phone back to you. “See? Look.”

You held your phone out facing them and opened up your camera from your lock screen. The camera was facing out and only showed your shoulder, so you switched it to the front. Geralt and Jaskier stared at it.

“So, it’s just like a mirror?” Jaskier asked, waving a hand in front of your screen.

You held up a finger and flipped your phone back to you. You made sure your flash was off and held up your phone.

“Smile!”

Geralt furrowed his brows and Jaskier gave a nervous grin. You snapped the photo and showed them.

“See? It’s like having your portrait painted, but this is done instantly.”

Jaskier snorted, “Look, Geralt. Now you can see just how broody you are!” Geralt only nodded in response and continued to examine their picture.

You then went on to explain cameras and videos, giving examples and simple details where you could. Jaskier found it very silly when you attempted to explain snapchat to them, he thought it was strange to send pictures to communicate when writing or typing words was easy enough. Geralt saw the practicality in it. Sometimes, a picture is best when you can’t come up with the right words. After sprouting this wisdom, Geralt stood abruptly and began tearing down their makeshift camp. You kept Jaskier’s attention, continuing to mess around with your camera. Thankfully, your phone started out at 100% battery so at least you had some time with it before it became a useless brick. Once everything was away, Geralt cleared his throat.

“Oh, right!” said Jaskier, “We have to get going...but where exactly are we going now with (Y/n) here?”

“East.” Geralt replied.

“Wha- East? I thought we were making our way west?”

Geralt shrugged. “If we go east, we’re more likely to run into her.” He motioned for you to come closer as he held Roach’s reins.

“Her? As in the crazy witch Yennefer her? Geralt, come on! Surely you know of other sorcerers or sorceresses who haven’t completely lost their minds?” Jaskier sputtered.

Geralt ignored the Bard’s protests. Instead, he gestured at Roach once you were closer. You weren’t sure what he was getting at. Was he showing you his horse? You knew he was awfully protective of her.

“Get on.”

“Wait what?” You and Jaskier called at the same time.

“I said, get on. You’re likely still weak from your journey here and unused to the magic of my signs. You’ll slow us down, so get on.”

“I’ve been your friend for years now and you haven’t let me ride your horse once. A mysterious woman shows up out of thin air and you offer it to her like it’s nothing? Unbelievable.” Jaskier scoffed, half joking.

You looked at Geralt sheepishly. “I don’t know how to ride a horse. It’s pretty rare for someone to have one-” You were cut off when Geralt suddenly lifted you up into the saddle. You hadn’t even seen him move behind you. Guess that must be those witcher reflexes.

Geralt lead Roach with you perched on top. Jaskier assured you that should you fall off, he would come rushing to your aid. You travelled this way for quite a few hours. The road you were on was completely empty as you followed it out of the woods and through vast fields. You passed the time answering any questions your new companions came up with to the best of your ability. It took a lot of effort on your part to think of ways to explain the advanced technology of your home to them, especially when you had to keep clarifying and correcting your slang. Your legs and ass were sore and your mouth incredibly dry, yet you still felt...strange.

You still couldn’t believe any of this was real. When silence fell your brain tried to justify everything that had happened with a logical answer. But logic couldn’t explain the monster’s corpse or when Geralt used Igni. A part of you was terrified. Here you were in a foreign world full of monsters and magic that you knew almost nothing about. You didn’t know how to fight, you didn’t have practically any of your belongings with you, and you had no idea how you even got here. The world of the Witcher is incredibly dangerous, and you were thrown in head first. What about school? You still had finals to finish, homework to do. Your friends? Family? They’ll all think you’re dead. There’s no way to tell them that you’re alright, you just vanished! You felt awful knowing you left your loved ones behind. Although, a part of you was excited. It’s not your fault that you were stuck here, and it’s not like you could do anything about it so why not enjoy it? Hadn’t you always dreamed of quests and adventures? You were talking to your favorite characters. They were real, and interested in what you had to say. They were trying to find you a way home. Isn’t this something you could enjoy?

The idea of getting to know Geralt and Jaskier better was comforting. Despite the difficulty of explaining your technology, they had been very easy to talk to. Both were incredibly interested in anything you said, and they shared stories and explanations as well. Hours had passed and you were genuinely enjoying their company. So you decided that you felt excited. Everything good always starts out a little bit frightening, but it’s usually worth it in the end. Geralt and Jaskier were going to help you, and you would get to have an adventure along the way. You confidently straightened your back and gripped the horn of your saddle a bit tighter. You were going to get through this, and it would be awesome. You just had to make sure you didn’t get killed or eaten by some crazy monster along the way. You were in the Continent, after all.

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gyeomork · 6 years ago

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Connections

(jackson wang x reader)

genre: fluff, light smut, college au

warnings: sexual content, mild cursing

word count: 3.8k

a/n: i don’t capitalize my letters in this so if that bothers you, i’m sorry :( also italicized words mean they’re speaking english. also i lol don’t know what im talking about with all that “reading people” shit i just took a wyld guess but i hope you enjoy anyway ^3^

i enter my first class of the year, psychology 3. i take a seat, not really paying attention to who i sat next to. i take my laptop out of my backpack, place it on the table, flip it open and get ready to take notes. it was a new school year and i was not about to slack anymore. sophomore year was a complete shit show and i could not afford that this year, literally. i was skipping class like it was an olympic sport but guess what? tuition still had to be paid. i open up google docs and title the new document ‘19/8/19 notes, assignments & hw ’. the professor begins to speak and my full attention is now on her.

an hour passes and the class was wrapping up. “ok class the homework is for you all to make a powerpoint presentation on the person sitting next to you. you must analyze them as a person, describe their character traits and so on and so forth. think of it as an ice breaker activity and a way to make a new friend. more instructions will be posted online. i count 24 of you so i expect 24 emails on friday 23/8/19. presentations will be the following monday, if there are any questions feel free to email me. class dismissed.” i close my laptop and reach for my bag when i hear a deep familiar voice next to me say “hey! how’s it going?” i look to my right and see jackson, jackson wang. god not again. this man was handsome to say the very very least and a heart throb. i should know because i had him in psych 2 last year. we would almost always end up having to do a project together and almost always turn it in 2 minutes before it was due. it’s not like we were the best of friends and every time we met up we didn’t do work, it was just that we never really did meet up. every time he would text and ask i would be too scared to be in the same place as him because of how intimidated he made me feel. when we did meet up it was the night before so i absolutely had to go, for the sake of his grade. we wouldn’t talk much but when we did he was, for the most part, really nice. “hi.. jackson. it’s going.. good” i say quietly. “oh, that’s good. well if you’re free right now we could go get coffee to jumpstart this little project” god he had the cutest smile on his face. “oh yeah sure just let me get packed up” i said trying to avoid his gaze like the black plague.

after to fumbling with my belongings under the immense pressure his eyes were putting me under, we were finally able to leave. on the walk to the cafe, jackson sparks up conversation. “so, y/n, last year we never really talked much and i was a little let down because you actually seemed really cool. so i’m glad i get to do this project with you. i wanna get to know you” he looks over to me and grins widely. i return a small smile back. “where are you from?” he asked sounding genuinely curious. “the states” i mentally curse at myself for giving such a short, dry answer but he hums anyway. “i’m from china but i came here for a change, you know” “yup” i curse at myself again. a small silence passes, extra emphasis on small. “since you’re from the states do you-“ “speak english? yes” we both chuckle and god he was adorable. “oh cool so we could have our own semi-secret language” i give him a ‘you’re ridiculous’ look and we chuckle again. “so did you teach yourself english or did you go to an international school?” finally! i’m making semi-decent conversation. “international but i did do some studying on my own. so what about you? how did you learn hangul?” “ i loved watching and still do love watching dramas so one day i just got really annoyed with having to read the subtitles and just started teaching myself. i never really expected myself to get proficient at it, it just happened. then i thought i should put some use to it more than just dramas so i came here” wow the way i just rambled on just then. “ so how do you like it here?” he continues with the questions. “at first it was kind of hard to get used to because i went from using english every day and using hangul sometimes to using hangul every day and english sometimes” jackson nods in understanding. “ and then there are slang words that you need to learn and sayings and really understand the culture” he adds on. “ yes! exactly” regret of being so intimidated of him last year now fills me. he’s so easy to talk to. ugh am i stupid?

we reach the cafe and he opens the door for me “let me get that for you” “kam-sa-hap-nee-da!” i said in the most american accent i could do and he lets out an actual laugh that ascends me to the heavens. we both join the medium sized line. “you can just tell me what you want so you can go have a seat and i’ll bring it to you” this man is an angel. “iced americano, venti sized please and thank you” i say with a close-mouthed smile. “coming right up” he reciprocates the same smile. i make my way to a small booth in the corner by the window. i take out a small notepad and jot down things i’ve noticed about jackson. eventually, i get lost in thinking about how sweet he is and how easy he is to talk to and how his laugh is opposite of his deep voice and how his smile makes him look like a baby and then how he turns all hot again and oh my god i have a crush on jackson. like a cue, jackson comes and sets his and my coffee down and takes a seat across from me “thank you so much” “no problem” we both take a sip in unison. “analyzing me already?” he asks grabbing my notepad. all i had written was ‘really good energy’. really y/n? what the hell is that supposed to mean? he makes a ‘not bad’ face and sets my notepad back in front of me. i keep sipping and look out the window. “ok, ok” i could see him trying to hold in a snicker in the corner of my eye. i whip my neck to look and him and ask swiftly “what? why ‘ok ok’? what?”. “hm? nothing” he replies, still trying to hold in that laugh. “wah~ making fun of me already. at least i have something written down” he raises his eyebrows at me. “i have plenty of stuff written down in my head” “oh really?” i say in disbelief. “yes!” “ok. then prove it” i sit back and cross my arms. “just in the last 10 minutes, the things i’ve noticed ok. ready?” i just nod. “shy; when you laughed or smiled you didn’t show teeth. closed off; you chose the booth furthest away from other people. passive; you did nothing when i snatched your notepad. trusting; you trusted me with your drink and that i didn’t do anything to it. physical traits; well put together, pretty-“ i felt my face heat up and i had to stop him. “alright, alright you proved your point.” i waved him off and he laughs. “you asked for it” he says, laughter still in his voice. “i asked for you to prove yourself not show off” i say fake sulkily and extra pouty. he laughs even louder and makes a few heads turn. “ok jackson! people are looking.” i whisper shout and smile at him fully this time. “oh! you’re smiling” he points “you’re not shy around me anymore!” “ok you have to teach me how to read people like that” i rest my hand on my chin and my elbow on the table. “well, for starters, we could go back to the ‘getting to know you’ questions. so, when’s your birthday?”

after hours of talking, we had to leave simply because the cafe was closing. jackson looks at his watch and widens his eyes. “it’s 22:58 (10:58 pm). oh my god. do you have class tomorrow? i’m so sorry for keeping you out so late, i’ll walk you home. where do you live? oh my god i’m really so sorry” he apologized profusely. “no” i say flatly. “n-no?” he furrowed his eyebrows. “i don’t have class tomorrow it’s fine” i let out breathy laugh. “do you?” i raise my brows at him. “no” he sighs out in relief. “alright come on. let me walk you home” i barely take two steps when i stop and drop my head into my hands. “my.. RA. it’s past curfew. i’m dead” i say defeated. “oh my friend i can stay with- she has class tomorrow and she’s probably sleeping” i say gaining hope and losing it instantly. “i guess i’ll just take the warning, it’s only one” i start dragging my feet i the direction of my dorm. “you could.. stay the night with me. my RA isn’t as strict with the rules”. was that nervousness i heard in his voice? jackson? the same jackson that told me stories of him being bold and fearless? jackson? wang? never. “i don’t want to be a burden-“ i wave him off. “ you won’t be” he insists. i look into his eyes and really sink deep into those two chocolate pools. all that is visible is purity and good intentions; i trust him. “ok” i smile. “thank you” “no problem”

we get to his dorm and as he is unlocking the door he informs me that his 3 other roommates won’t be there until late that night so we’re safe from the teasing. he opens the door and lets me in first. it’s dark until jackson comes in and turns on the kitchen light. he sits around the island and i join him. i take this time to look around. right across from the kitchen was the living room that was in good shape for 3 boys, diagonal of the living room was the laundry room that was neat too, there was a walkway from the front door in between the laundry room and the kitchen leading to the living room, and one long hallway/walkway passing in between the living room and the kitchen continuing both ways to god knows where. there was also a sliding door in the living room leading to the balcony. “you must be hungry. do you want me to cook or is takeout ok?” come to think of it i haven’t eaten since lunch. i was so absorbed in jackson that i didn’t even realize how hungry i am. “yeah, takeout is fine” “is pizza ok?” he says pulling out his phone. “oh pizza is more than ok” i say, starting to get excited “ok miss pizza what would you like on it?” “pepperoni please~” “alright.. and the pizza is on it’s way” he hops off the chair with ‘hmph’. he walks over to me and holds his hand out to help me down. “thank you” i take his hand and get off the chair. “come on i’ll give you everything you need”. he leads me to his room at the end of the short hallway without letting go of my hand. he turns on fairy lights that aren’t too bright but are enough to make everything visible. he turns to the left to his walk-in closet to retrieve me a hoodie and some sweatpants. he tells me that when i go in the bathroom there should be an extra toothbrush behind the mirror. i say thank you for the 100th time today and go to sit on his bed to wait for him. “i can put something on if you want” he come and sits next to me on the bed. “mm..” i think about all the shows that i need to catch up on and finally choose one. “can you put on ‘he is psychometric’?” “ohh yes! what episode are you on?” he gets excited. “the last one and it’s so good, i just never have time to watch” “me either” he puts it on the tv and the pizza arrives. “that was quick” i say shocked because my pizza takes at least an hour to come. “yeah the place is right down the block; convenient” he comes back to the room with pizza and shuts the door.

we finish ‘he is psychometric’ and both of the pizzas. “i’m gonna go change” i take jackson’s clothes to the bathroom. i change into the comfy clothes that smells like him and brush my teeth. i pull my hair into a bun that i ruled ok for jackson to see and leave the bathroom. “oh you look good in my clothes but don’t go stealing it now” he says like he’s my father and gives me a stern look. i giggle and say “ok” sarcastically. he goes in the bathroom to change as well. i pull my notepad and pencil out my bag and sit in front of what seems to be his work desk. i write more analyzations and now have to flip the page thanks to jackson teaching me how to properly read people. i’m on a roll until jackson presses his hands on my shoulders and yells “boo!” “oh my god!” i jump and turn around in the swivel chair. “i’m sorry i had to” he laughs at me hysterically. “yah~ don’t do that! stop laughing!” i smack him on the shoulder repeatedly. “ok ok, yah!” he grabs hold of my wrists and is now inches away from my face; staring into my eyes. “i-i’m tired. where can i sleep?” i had to break the growing silence. jackson lets go and backs away “you can sleep on my bed, i’ll set up on the couch” he said walking towards the door. “no” i command, stopping him in his tracks. “ when the guys get home they’re going to ask why you’re on the couch and from the stories you’ve told me, you’re not a good liar” he turns back around but still doesn’t move. “you’re right” he says grinning. “well get on the bed so that when i turn off the lights you won’t trip and break your neck” “alright, no need to reference that traumatic story ok, that was a very scary experience” i say getting on the bed. “i’m just saying if you had a night light-“ “ok! jackson! good night!”

i was on the edge of sleep when i felt a heavy arm fall around my waist and a warm body touching all of my back side. steady breathing was blowing on the baby hairs on the back of my neck. he was sleeping. i suddenly started to feel uncomfortable in the position i was in and couldn’t take it anymore. while adjusting and re-adjusting my lower half, i inevitably brush up against jackson’s area. he didn’t respond so i assumed he just didn’t feel it so i continued on the quest to getting comfortable, all the while rubbing against him with my ass. suddenly jackson grips my hip. “you better stop playing with me” he growls lowly into my ear, ultimately ruining my new underwear i got from victoria secret on sale but i couldn’t possibly be mad at him. the ache in my core was way too strong to ignore so i reply as seductively as i could “who said i was playing?” while pushing up against him. he groans and i feel him grow beneath me. he attaches his lips to my neck and sucks and nips and licks away. he finds my spot at the base of my neck and i let out a low moan. when he feels as of though he’s left a satisfactory mark, he licks and kisses the spot. he turns me to face him and wastes no time in connecting his lips to mine. passion begins to fill the room as he climbs on top of me. the hands that are on my waist start travelling under his hoodie i had on. his warm hands on my bare skin was setting me on fire. one of his legs that was positioned between my legs started to rub against my core. i moan loudly into his mouth and he doesn’t miss his chance to stick his tongue in my mouth. i break the kiss to catch my breath and jackson moves back to my neck to leave more marks. i was lost in my own pleasure when i come to my senses. “jackson” i breathe out. he removes his lips from my neck for a brief moment “yes baby”. “what about the guys?” “fuck the guys” he tugs at the bottom of his hoodie and he looks up at me asking for permission. i nod and he removes the hoodie swiftly as he begins kissing his way down my body.

i wake up the next morning with the comforter covering more than half of my face so the sunlight seeping through the window didn’t bother me too much. i was initially startled about where i was but i soon remembered. then i remember the events of the night before. i turn around to see the beautiful man that shared the events of the night before with me. the light highlighting his features perfectly. from his fluffy, messy hair to his soft, plump lips. i move to brush away the hair that was in his face and move down to caress his cheek. how did this even happen? and how did it happen so quickly? i guess it’s the jackson effect. he flutters his eyes open and when he sees me, he immediately gives the softest smile. he pulls me closer in his arms and whispers “good morning princess”. i hum and say good morning back. “how’d you sleep?” he kisses my forehead. “really good” i take a deep breath, inhaling his intoxicating natural scent. we stay like that for a while until we realize that we have to leave before the guys wake up and tease us. or the extreme awkwardness considering the fact that we may or may not have gotten a noise complaint. jackson gives me fresh clothes to leave in and i freshen up, doing most but not all of my morning routine due to the shortage of time. i grab my bag and exit the room with him. we’re walking down the hallway when i forget my notepad on his work desk and go back for it. on the way back to him i hear voices coming from the living room, i stay out of sight to eavesdrop. “jackson i swear to god you should do my- no our homework for the next week” one voice says, putting emphasis on ‘our’. “i shut my door, turn my music on my speaker up all the way, and even covered my ears with 2 pillows but could still fucking hear you two. jackson i swear to god if you don’t warn us next time” another voice says and lets out a deep sigh. “you guys i’m sorry i really didn’t plan-“ another voice cuts him off . “no you’re not sorry, you’re gonna be sorry when your ass is doing my physics homework for the next week” “i don’t even know how to do physics” “well you better figure it out” i couldn’t hear anymore of this, i had to save him. i walk out into the living room “um.. g-good morning” i wave awkwardly. damn! this is exactly what i wanted to avoid. they all look up at me with wide eyes “good morning” they say all out of sync. jackson stands next to me and holds my hand “this is my girlfriend, y/n” my heart drops, comes back up, does some somersaults, and skips numerous beats. “y/n this is jinyoung, jaebeom, and mark”. i give a small closed-mouth smile. “well, this was fun but y/n and i have places to be” he looks down at me and smiles “let’s go” jackson starts walking to the door and drags me along. i look back and wave goodbye and so do they, still looking baffled. jackson locks the door and we start walking down the hallway. ”i could tell you were uncomfortable so i had to get you out of there” he says with a hint of urgency in his voice and i laugh. “thank you but were we really that loud?” i ask putting emphasis on ‘that’. “i don’t know but what i do know is that i’m that good” i roll my eyes at him “yeah ok”. “so ‘girlfriend’ huh?” he looks down and scratches the back of his neck. “y-yea” his ears turn red. “you haven’t even taken me out on a date yet.” i scoff in fake disbelief. “i was hoping that i could go on a date today and then i could confess to you but i guess i got a little ahead of myself” “you think?” we chuckled. “confession? how long did you like me?” “ever since i had to do that first project with you in psych 2. whenever i’d ask to meet up and you said you couldn’t it always made me think you didn’t like me. and when we did you were kind of standoffish so i gave up. until you sat next to me yesterday” he smiles thinking about it. “i’m sorry that i made you think that i was just so intimidated by you and your good looks and what not.” “good looks?” he raises his eyebrow at me. “take the compliment or i’ll take it back” “oh no thank you thank you”

we leave his dorm building to the parking lot and his car. “i changed up our schedule for today a little bit.” he unlocks the doors and we get in. “what did you change?” he starts the car so the hot air doesn’t literally suffocate us. “after we visit your dorm we have to go to the mall”. he takes my hand and intertwined our fingers. “the mall? why?” i look over at him and furrow my eyebrows. he looks at me and smirks “to get you back that cute little underwear i tore off you last night” brings my hand to his lips and kisses it.

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scarasenvy · 5 years ago

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REBLOG THIS DESCRIBING WHAT YOUR UNIVERSITY EXPERIENCE IS/WAS LIKE

i’m really craving that campus-life, academia aesthetic right about now.

i haven’t been in school for almost 2 years, and i really miss going somewhere to learn about cool things and to meet new people. i keep hearing about all the not-so-great things about life as a university student, and i also went to college for a semester and HATED it. maybe this was because i was studying something i wasn’t too interested in, and because i suffered/still suffer from crippling anxiety?? idk. but i’ve always wanted to know if anyone out there has actually had GOOD experiences. im sure there are some people out there, but i just want to know if anyone has had the sort of awesome clichè experiences where you meet your bestest friends, grab coffee with them before and after class to do homework and chat about life/future goals, meet like-minded people who you enjoy speaking with because you guys have so much in common, meeting your soulmate who eventually buys you a coffee every day before class, and where almost all the classes you’re taking are genuinely enjoyable and you feel super uplifted and productive when you’re completing your homework? like, seriously. if you guys have some awesome/cute stories like these please reblog and share them!! i want to feel excited about eventually going back to uni and truly finding out what i have been missing all this time! i don’t want to dread the feeling of going back to school anymore, or be held back by my anxiety. i just want to have something to look forward to... even if in the end i might have just been expecting too much.

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julietsdarkmind · 5 years ago

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lately

my mind has been racing recently, with so many things. i just want it to stop. i feel myself wanting adderall more and more every day. i don’t know if i feel a difference with it but it doesn’t seem to be doing anything so it just makes me want more. i did it four times in the past month, and i just want to do it more. its kinda scary, but i don’t even care. i just found out its immediate release after doing some research. lily literally gave me a few 20mg for free and then i took 2 more when she was gone, which is really sad. so now i think i have 4 or 5 left. i wanna take two 20mg tomorrow, and maybe ill feel something. but i also have a test tomorrow, which makes me question if i should or shouldn’t. but ya know fuck it. well see. i tried to do some homework today and last night but i literally couldn’t focus at all. i barely got anything done. hence why i am writing this now. i only did it four times and they weren’t high dosages so i could be tricking myself into thinking I'm forming a dependency of it or that i need it. i mean i have always been a procrastinator but maybe it wasn’t always this hard to do work. adderall can also decrease your appetite which i noticed when im on it, and as fucked up as this sounds, i like the feeling of not being hungry and not eating all day. i don’t know it has just been on my mind a lot.

also, as always, emmett has been on my mind. the other night i was texting him and i was pretty fucked up and i said that sometimes i imagine if we lived together. in the morning i realized how crazy that sounded and i felt so embarrassed after. so i texted him that morning and apologized for being weird last night. he said i wasnt being weird and to not worry. i said it okay bc i remember saying weird things then he admitted and said that “maybe they were a little weird lol” i asked him to tell me the things i said that were a little weird. i was like I'm embarrassed to look up and read them, but then i did, and i told him i was sorry for saying the stuff about living with each other and for him to disregard it. he just said how he was high and he guesses some of the questions were weird. but then he said “you didn’t its a good thought” and when he said that i think he was saying how i didn’t freak him out and thinking about living together is a good thought. when i said it that night he said “that would be amazing” and “it would be like when you visit me” so i guess thats a good thing. i facetimed him that day (the day i told him i was sorry for saying it) and i mentioned how it was cringey and he immediately was like how is that cringey? and said it wasn’t weird or cringey of me to say. i know that took a long time to explain but yeah. it just really shocked me because i thought he was going to get the message that i was already planning our whole future together and shit, but he didn’t get that message. we’ve been facetiming more and longer, even though it is later at night, it is better than nothing. i should tell him i appreciate it. but now he isn’t really texting me back. idk this whole relationship has put me through so much, good and bad. any relationship would. it just scares the fuck out of me because we always talk about what its going to be like when we break up, well i guess I'm the one who always brings it up. i told him how i feel like hes going to be the one to break up with me, but he said the opposite. overall it has just been a rollercoaster, and i don’t think it will ever stop, even after we break up.

kaitlyn has been pretty busy and she cares a lot about school, i know she does, so i understand why she hasn’t been able to keep much in contact. she scares me though because she is always saying such negative things and once i try to address it she just shuts me out. i don't know what to do. shes not my responsibility and i can’t fix her i know that, but it just sucks because i want my bubbly friend back. yes at times she is there, but just overall she seems so miserable and i wish i could help, but she won’t listen to me and this is ultimately up to her. ill see her this weekend which I'm excited about, and a bunch of my friends from home too. i shouldn’t be nervous, but i always am when it comes down to this stuff. I'm going to try and see emmett for a few days during my spring break so i hope she isn’t upset when i tell her. ill obviously be home most of my spring break and try and see her as much as i can.

my friends here have been iffy. i just haven’t been feeling hanging out with them or anything. yeah marina is cool and maybe I'm over it but sometimes i feel as though I'm not as close as i think we are. she talks shit to me about kitty and ashley a lot which kinda proves that she has talked shit about me to them. kitty and ashley just are not my type of people and now I'm kind of questioning living with them at all, it sounds shitty but its true. ashley already said she would want a single if we don't get the quad and we most likely won’t get the quad. i don’t know what ill do. i texted them last night that i couldn’t make it for bachelor night and they didn’t even respond, which kind of pissed me off. ive gotten closer with lily which has been nice and i honestly believe she is a genuinely nice person, and we get along. it was just kinda weird with michael this past weekend but in a way it kinda brought us closer, i just feel bad with how it all went down.

and as for myself, i don’t know. i’m unhappy, i obsess over my body, oversexualize myself, I'm craving adderall constantly and sometimes i can’t even read my own mind. i don’t know how to think or behave anymore.

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holygayrightsbatman · 7 years ago

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Wondering When Lingered Lips: Chapter 2

heres the second chapter to my spideypool fic (tumblr) (ao3) if you want you can also read it on ao3

summary: peter finally meets deadpool and its uhhh.... well its intertesting

Peter was about two hours into his usual patrol after school. So far he had gotten a cat down that was stuck in a tree, stopped a handbag thief and helped a group of tourists with directions. Nothing really big had happened that day but that was pretty usual since it was 5 o'clock and people didn't tend to commit more serious crimes until later into the night.

He had just stopped another handbang thief and was in the middle of returning the bad to its owner when a man who looked to be in his mid-to-late twenties approached him.

"Hey Spiderdude, there's like a guy dressed up kinda like you. I saw him trying to parkour over a bench but failing." The man said.

"Ok number one, it's Spiderman and where did you see him?" Peter questioned.

"Alley Pond Park."

"Thank you dude!" Peter happily called to the man as he started webbing up the building he was next to and swinging his way over to the park. He was a mix of flattered and genuine curiosity. Flattered that someone could possibly of been inspired by him to become a hero themselves and curious as to how this new hero was helping people. By the sounds of it they were probably quite new the being a hero and Peter really wanted to help them if they needed it. And, well he couldn't lie, he'd love to have a new friend he could share his superhero-ing with. He loved and looked up to Tony Stark a lot but he only really responded to big threats where as Peter handled the little stuff, it would be nice to have a friend he could share his love of petty crime stopping with.

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Peter had swung himself to the park in quite a short time and had probably been going way too fast then what was safe to be swinging hundreds of feet over New York, but damn it he was so excited! He landed in the park and began looking around although it didn't take him to spot a tall looking guy in a red and black running around the park doing a parkour and singing very loudly to a song Peter wasn't sure was in English on a walkman he had strapped to his belt.

He felt a strong surge of happiness overtake him, this guy looked great! He didn't just mean his suit (which had been tailored very well might he add), but the guy looked like a lot of fun. Peter began to approach him, trying to think of something both cool and casuel to greet him with.

"Woo boy, stop over-thinking, Hey boy, just judge me with what you see, My boy, my heart for you is already big like a bubble, Bubble bubble bubble pop!, Bubble bubble pop! pop!"

Peter had to stiffle a giggle realising this guy was singing to kpop very loudly in public, it was honestly very endearing. Peter raised his hand up to wave at the mysterious man. "H-hey there, I'm Spiderman, what's your name?" He asked, a little embarrassed that he stuttered.

The guy whipped his head around so fast that Peter was sure that it must of given him whiplash but the man didn't seem to give off any indication that he was pain.

"Oh my good sparkly gosh! It's Spiderman! Yo dude, I'm such a huge fan. I've been watching all the videos of you on YouTube for like forever. Your power is so cool like you can climb shit and shoot webs? It's amazing! I love tha- Oh shit I've been rambling, haven't I? Sorry. My names Deadpool."

If Peter thought he couldn't be more endeared to Deadpool before he was sorely wrong. "Nice to meet you, Deadpool." He held out his hand for him to shake and almost immediately Deadpool grabbed his hand and shook it vigorously, this guy is strong!

"It's so cool to meet you!" Peter could practically see the guy grinning wildly underneath his mask.

"Why did you pick the name Deadpool?" He question curiously because if he was honest a name with the word 'dead' in it didn't sound very superhero-y.

Still grinning Deadpool answered, "Do you know what a deadpool is? It's when people bet on who's gonna die in like a fight or something, right? And my power is that im basically immortal so I thought it'd be hilarious to be called Deadpool because if you bet on me you'd never win."

"That's such cool name!" Peter said genuinely. "And here I was thinking I was clever calling myself 'Spiderman'." They both started laughing at that.

"Nah dude, Spiderman is cool name too. It's simple and straight to the point like you know straight away this guy is has spider powers, you know what you're getting with you." Deadpool said.

Peter had been so preoccupied with how excited he was he didn't even notice that the man had guns strapped to his back and two katanas on his back. Peter felt his stomach sink slightly, he really hoped that Deadpool hasn't been using them to kill people.

"Why do you have those, uh, weapons?" He asked in a slightly quieter voice.

"Oh, these?" Deadpool gestured to them wildly, "These are my unalive-ing tools." He then pointed to each one of his katanas, "This one is Bea, shes great! She's such a joy to work with and very dedicated. This one is Arthur, she's grumpy-wumpy." Deadpool giggled to himself.

Peter cringed, hard. Oh fuck, he thought. Of course the new guy that I'm getting on with so well just has to be a murderer! He really didn't know what to do, he certainly didn't want to allow this guy to go around the city murdering who ever he liked. Didn't he say he was immortal though? That was a very, very scary thought. If he told the guy to stop killing and it went south and turned into a fight this guy might be able to keep fighting for a long time after Peter couldn't anymore. Not that killing him had even been a thought that ran through Peter's head but, God, was he terrifyied right now.

He was pulled out of his when he heard Deadpool calling his name and waving his hand in front of Peter's mask. "Hey Spidey, are you home because it doesn't look like any lights are on."

Peter jumped back. "I- uh, I just- um, I-" He had no idea what he was going to say. So much for being able to find my words, he thought.

"Can you not- uh, like kill people?" His voice got progressively queiter as he spoke.

"Oh baby boy, don't worry! I'm not here to kill anyone right now. I already got my dickbag target Francis and everyone associated with him. Unless someone tries to come after me or someone hires me I'm not gonna kill anyone." Deadpool cheerfully answered.

"Um ok- wait did you say hire? You're an assassin?!" Peter gaped at the man unneath his mask.

"Well not assassin, I prefer the term mercenary, but I can see how you could confused between the two."

Peter felt disgusted. "Please don't tell me you're here to kill someone."

"Nope! I just moved here actually. I'm not currently taking jobs, I've decided to focus on other things right now."

"'Not currently taking jobs' as in not doing mercenary work again, or just not as of right now?" Peter question.

"Hmm, not sure really. I'm gonna see how being normal superhero first. You know you really inspired me Spidey? Like you made me wanna change being a merc' and do like good shit. Before I would of gagged at the idea but now I kinda like the idea." Deadpool answered truthfully.

Well ok, at least hes trying to change his ways. "Um right, thanks... just be careful with those things." Peter gestured to his many weapons, "Please don't kill anyone here."

"Of course not! Anything you say, boss!" Deadpool gave him a salute.

Peter let out a sigh of relief, although he wasn't quite convinced and he knew he'd have to keep an eye on him he thought that if he was being genuine about wanting to change his ways then that was a good thing, right? Maybe I could help him become a real hero, Peter thought to himself.

He gave a small smile to Deadpool before realising he was wearing a mask and he definetly wouldn't of been able to see him and then said, "Thanks." He checked his phone and then seeing it was already half-past six o'clock and May would be getting both annoyed and worried that he wasn't home yet.

"Oh shit I gotta go!" He said. "Um, nice meeting you Deadpool."

Deadpool, bless him, looked over the moon (even in a mask). "Really great meeting you too baby boy, hope to see you around soon!"

Peter just nodded at him and swung away home, left with his thoughts about this mysterious new man.

- - -

This Deadpool guy had been on Peter's mind a lot, he missed his whole first period lesson thinking about the guy. Well, more worrying about him what he might do but he completely forgot about him as soon as he saw Wade at lunch that day. Peter was pretty sure he was harbering a tiny little crush on the guy, even though he'd only began to actually know the guy for a week now (he cursed himself for getting crushes so easily.)

"Wassup guys?" Wade greeted as he sat down at the table.

Ned took that as an invitation to talk all about how Mr. Cemanos was the worst English teacher to ever grace God's green earth, to which all of them tuned out because there was never a day Ned didn't complain about him.

Wade turned to Peter and softly asked, "Hows yous?"

Peter giggled. "Tired as hell, you?"

"Tip-top, right as rain, guv-nar!" Wade replied, awfully imitating an English accent. "I joke, I'm actually about to die. God, has it been sooooooo slow."

Peter pressed his mouth into his hand, trying not laugh too loudly. "I know right? I've hardly been able to concentrate today, I think we got set homework in my last lesson but I was so out of it I don't even remember."

"Oh I feel you, Pete." Wade answered, smiling at Peter.

Peter could feel a blush creep its way up his neck and onto his cheeks. God, I'm so embarrassing! Every little thing Wade did was giving him butterflies in his stomach and a light airy feeling that touched him from the tips of his tops to the tips of his fingers. He smiled shyly back at Wade.

"Ok can you guys please not flirt at the dinner table, you're putting me off my food." MJ said. Apparently they had both got so lost in each other that they hadn't realised that Ned had finished his rant. Peter went bright red stammering about how they-hadn't-been-flirting-thank-you-very-much but Wade just smirked and sent MJ a which they returned. Yeah, they definetly know. Peter sighed inwardly, he hated that he made his feelings so painfully obvious. After Liz had said she knew about his crush he had began to realise just how bad he was at trying to hide his feelings for someone. At the very least he knew that Wade was also flirting with him very openly. They were in that awkward phase where they both knew that they liked each other and that other knew about their feelings but they weren't ready to talk about it yet or make it official. Peter wanted to wait until he knew the guy for at least over a month first because getting in a relationship with someone he'd only known for a week felt a bit too fast (even for him.)

Ned rolled his eyes at them. "You two are so gross."

"You're just jealous." Wade said. Both Peter and MJ giggled at that (although MJ tried to hide it.)

Ned gave Wade an annoyed look and then changed the subject onto his newest LEGO Star Wars set he'd gotten. Apparently he'd gotten the Millennium Falcon this time as very excited to start putting it together.

"Do you guys wanna help me?" He asked.

"Yeah of course!" Peter answered happily, he absolutely loved putting together LEGO with Ned. They had actually bonded over theyre love for LEGO in middle school and that's how they became friends.

"Absolutely not." MJ gave one of their now iconic short stoic answers.

Ned then look expectingly at Wade, who honestly looked shocked. "Are you inviting me too?" He questioned genuinely.

"Of course, you're part of this group now dude!"

Wade broke into one of the happiest looking grins ever, "I'd love to!"

"On one condition though," Ned said. "Please you two don't be too gross."

Peter snorted and almost choked on the water he was drinking. "Sh-shut up, we're not gross!"

"Oh Peter, darling, you gotta admit we're a bit gross." Wade said.

Peter, as red as a cherry tomato, reluctently agreed, that yes, they were more then a little gross.

"Ok then, meet you guys after school at the entrance?"

The other two boys both nodded at Ned and continued on with their conversation. The both of feeling increasingly nervous and excited as the day went on. They'd never hang out with each other outside of school yet and they were both pretty happy that their friends were being accepting of their burgeoning romance.

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