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What if my name was Emily. Just Emily, no Mia involved whatsoever, just good ol fashioned E M I L Y
There's even nicknames ! Em, Emmy, Emma (it's literally a different name but some people use it as a nickname??), so many more options than Mia
#really souring on the name mia as of late#like I only half picked the name through pretty dumb circumstances#it was suggested as the best option to me by a rando school counselor for a reason that didn't even end up being followed through on#and for the past like decade I've been the at best androgynous guy people know that just so happens to go by mia#ignoring all the weird gender nuances I feel I know nobody saw me as a girl during that time#not to mention the sheer number of people that know both my (former) preference for mia and my dead name. not a fan of that#but now I'm on hrt and although I don't pass I can make it very very obvious I'm not a cis male at least#and I'm moving in a few months and nobody there needs to think of me as either a cis guy or by my dead name#even if they're dicks about it I'd rather be the tranny emily than Weird Cis Guy Named Mia that everyone saw (well. sees) me as#god I feel like I've end up thinking about this every time I can't fall asleep these days#it's either that or my totally normal and normal (not to mention normal) feelings regarding [-]#I wish I wasn't out of edibles already damn I just wanna sleep#god I need to shut up#I might be very sleeped deprived. experts say it may be possible#this isn't even a big deal why do I care so much about it and why am I so nervous to actually follow through on it. nobody else cares
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Fixing Delphine
This bitch.
I actually like that they made a character that is on your side but is somewhat unlikable, Delphine is Team Dragonborn, but she's not really one of the good guys. And that's cool, conflict means drama. So what's the problem? Well unfortunately, this drama is surface level and isn't used to drive the story, so It's kind of just annoying.
People oversimplify their hatred of Delphine into "She wants you to kill Paarthurnax," because unlike Delphine, people actually like Paarthurnax. Understandable, but barely scratches the surface. We'll get to The Paarthurnax Dilemma in time, but that quest is a symptom, not the illness itself.
If I could sum up Delphine in a word it would be "inconsistent." For example, she's a fugitive waging a one woman war on the Thalmor from the shadows, who's only survived this long from sheer paranoia - but she also uses her real name and leaves a note in Ustengrav for whoever happens to pick it up with directions and a pass word to her secret hide out.
She needs to go through her super secret contact Farengar to use the Jarl's resources to go into Bleak Falls Barrow, a tutorial level dungeon she can see from her house, and she's impressed that you did it - but she also goes personally to the other side of the country to delve alone into the massive Ustengrav to steal the Horn of Jurgan Windcaller, no issues, just a quick in and out twenty minute adventure.
She takes the fact that you found her Ustengrav note as proof you're the Greybeard's new guy and not some Thalmor plant even though she herself, a non Dragonborn, had also completed Ustengrav and taken the horn proving it's totally possible. She even points this out in her own dialogue then demands we prove who we are, even though that was the whole point of the Ustengrav note. It's also a pretty big assumption that just because I'm the guy the Greybeards call Dragonborn that I can't ALSO be with the Thalmor.
We are left with this awkward sense that the writers are flailing to make us think this woman is competent and objective, without actually having her do anything that clever. Just act like the dumb thing was smart and have her act like a cocky brat if questioned about it.
Inconsistency. It's her thing. Does she hate the Thalmor? That would make sense given what we know about her. But that gets dropped half way through the main story and suddenly she hates The Greybeards, for absolutely no reason at all. She gives a reason, but it's bullshit.
In her own words, "If the greybeards had their way, the dragonborn would sit on a mountain talking to the sky." But that's not true is it. We know The Greybeards, they encouraged us to fulfill our destiny. Even if you say you want to follow their Way of the Voice, they'll be glad to hear it but warn you not to let it get in the way of what needs to be done. Delphine even uses Tiber Septim as an example, which is even stupider because The Greybeards actively encouraged Tiber to conquer Tamriel. Have I read more in game books than the dialogue writers??
But that's not the end of it, when it becomes convenient for the plot this hatred is flipped once again from The Greybeards onto dragons. Not Alduin. All dragons. Despite the fact that, as a Blade, she should know about Nafaalilargus, a dragon ally of the Empire and the Blades for thousands of years, and the Blades don't just indiscriminately kill all dragons no matter the circumstances, and that Tiber Septim himself almost certainly met Paarthurnax at some point, she suddenly seems to be acting like she has a personal grudge against dragons. Which brings us to the Paarthurnax Dilemma...
See here's the thing, you could easily write off the frustration everyone feels towards this quest as Bethesda's crappy design, where there is no conclusion other than to kill Paarthurnax, or else leave an unfinished quest languishing in the menu. Bethesda apparently didn't consider the idea that anybody would actually prefer to turn on the Blades, even though the Blades have become a bit of a running joke among the fans, or that anyone would take umbrage with Delphine giving out orders and ultimatums.
But no, it's so much worse than that. Delphine being a surly unlikable c u n t from the day we met her is one thing, but the fact that she has been wrong about almost everything she's ever said in game, and still having the AUDACITY to treat us like her work bitch and us never, not once, getting the opportunity to put her in her place... That's not poor quest design, that's the game gaslighting us.
Let's do a quick list of every one of Delphine's theories, and how many were actually correct shall we:
You are not the Dragonborn â
The Greybeards shouldn't be trusted to identify a Dragonborn â
The dragons aren't just coming back, they're coming back to life â
The Thalmor have something to do with the dragons returning â
Esbern is dead â
The Greybeards just want the Dragonborn to sit on a mountain and meditate â
The Greybeards wanted Tiber Septim to just sit on a mountain and meditate â
Paarthurnax, having lived in exile for thousands of years, deserves corporal punishment â
As ACTING Grand Master of the Blades, she gets to boss around the Dragonborn â
She deserves a seat at the peace negotiations â
And these are just the things that are factually wrong, leaving aside opinions on her morality and shitty attitude. This is the woman the game presents to us as a shrewd strategist.
BUT I CAN FIX HER!
Like I said I like the idea of a character who is on your side but is somewhat unlikable. It actually won't take much to make Delphine endearing to the fans. We have to do a Boromir on her. A Lot of people dislike Boromir throughout the Fellowship of the Ring but weep at his death. We have to tweak three things to have the same thing happen to Delphine:
1. Make her actually competent and useful so that while we don't agree with her we can see why she does the things she does, and desire to keep her around.
2. Have her mistakes called out and have consequences.
3. Have her redeem her mistakes with a badass honourable death.
#skyrim#elder scrolls#delphine skyrim#skyrim ulfric#tes 5 skyrim#elder scrolls memes#skyrim memes#elder scrolls morrowind#truestl#elder scrolls oc#oblivion#tes6#morrowind#the elder scrolls 6#the elder scolls online#the blades#the elder scrolls#tes#tes 5#tes lore
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teenage dirtbag [one] // wanda maximoff
summary: when you're paired with the most popular girl in your grade for Chemistry class, you definitely don't expect to start liking her like that...
warning/s: none i don't think??
author's note: okay so i have a ton of requests to work through but i got sidetracked and before i knew it, five parts of this imagine were written.
It's based off the song 'Teenage Dirtbag' and idk, i thought it was cute to write! Who doesn't love the popular girl!wanda and loner!reader concept?
Hereâs a cover of the song to listen to because i really liked it and a girl sings it so it immediately made the song 10x more gay, just how i like it đ„°
masterlist | wattpad | part two | part three | part four | part five
"Are you all comfortable?"
The class stayed silent, watching our Chemistry teacher, Mr. Hale, as he looked to everyone with a raised brow.
"You all like who you're sat with?" he asked again, as if expecting an actual response from someone.
I exchanged questioning glances with my best friend, Y/BF/N, who was sat beside me. It was the first day back in Chemistry class of our final year of high school and we were just waiting to begin.
"Anyone?" he asked, looking around.
"Yeah," a few students mumbled in response so we could move on.
He clapped his hands together. "Great! Well, don't get too comfortable because I made a seating chart."
A chorus of groans erupted from the class, including from me and Y/BF/N. Every other class had successfully managed to not give us a seating chart. I'd heard that Mr. Hale was an awkward teacher who hated students (ironically), but I didn't think he'd stoop so low as to pair us with students who weren't our friends. These new seats were also our partners for the rest of the year and were non-negotiable, so any projects or work we did would have to be with our seat buddy. Fun.
Students began to shuffle to their newly-assigned seats reluctantly as Mr. Hale read out the chart. When Y/BF/N left my side, I frowned dramatically, waving goodbye to him.
"Wanda Maximoff, you're now partners with Y/N Y/L/N," said Mr. Hale, making me look up at the mention of my name.
I didn't get chance to register what he'd said as the aforementioned girl soon approached me, settling her bag on the table beside me. I looked up and saw Wanda Maximoff smiling my way before taking a seat on the stool.
Huh. Wanda Maximoff. She was one of the most popular girls in our grade. Everybody loved her, either wanting to be friends with her, be with her or be her. I'd personally never crossed paths with her apart from the few classes we shared. She seemïżŒed nice enough, but I guess I had preconceived notions of what she was like since she'd made the very poor decision to date the most obnoxious guy ever. Anyone making decisions that terrible definitely had a flaw.
She had a twin brother, Pietro, who was also in our grade and played on the football team alongside her boyfriend. Her parents were good friends with mine, through mutual friends, I think, as I recalled my mum mentioning 'Mrs. Maximoff's boy' or 'Mrs. Maximoff's girl'. And I remembered when her family moved into our town back in second grade.
Admittedly, Wanda was the star of the show back then, too. We were only kids, but child Y/N wasn't blind. She was the first girl I'd crushed on, an innocent child crush â the crush that made me realise I liked girls. Apart from that, and the fact that she had a locker behind me in the hallway, I never really thought about her.
I glanced behind me, catching Y/BF/N's gaze across the room as he sat beside some other kid. He frowned, implying he wished we were partners, and I knew just how he felt.
Once Mr. Hale finished assigning seats, he gave us five minutes to get to know our new partners as he struggled to find the powerpoint for today's class. If there was anything worse than getting assigned seats, it was ice breakers.
"Er, well, hi," Wanda greeted, turning to face me. Green eyes sparkled brightly behind a friendly smile. "I'm Wanda. But, I mean, we already know each other."
"That we do," I said with a nod, returning her smile. "How're you doing? Your summer go well?"
She ran a hand through her hair, adjusting herself so she was comfortable on her stool. And as she did, a waft of her perfume washed over me and I blinked, trying to ignore how nice it smelled. Floral. Subtle. It suited her.
"Good, yeah," she answered with a nod. "Could have gone on longer for all I care."
I chuckled. "I feel that. I'm definitely not ready to be back."
"Right?" she said with raised brows. "It's gonna take a while to get back into routine, that's for sure. But I guess I did miss seeing my friends everyday."
I hummed in agreement, eyes flickering to Mr. Hale as he attempted to tackle the oncoming stream of animations on his powerpoint. I tried not to laugh as I looked back to Wanda, who clearly noticed the same thing as me and stifled a smile.
"Have you had Mr. Hale before?" I asked, nodding his way.
She shook her head. "Nope. You?"
"Never."
"Sucks that he makes seating charts," she said with a sigh, before realising what she said and looking to me with panicked eyes. "Not that I don't like you or anythingâ!"
"It's fine, I get it," I cut her off with an amused smile. "I wanted to sit with my friend, too."
She breathed out quietly, a hint of relief in her eyes, and scrunched her nose with an apologetic smile. Okay, yeah, maybe that was kind of cute. Older Y/N wasn't blind either. Wanda Maximoff was beautiful, with long brunette locks and matching hazel eyes that seemed to change from blue to green to brown in a kaleidoscope of colour. A winning smile and soothing voice was enough for anyone to fall for her unintentional charm, but it was purely admiration. Everyone pretty much had a mild crush on her, you'd be stupid not to.
"If we're gonna be working together, d'you wanna get the whole awkward number exchange out the way now?" she asked, half joking, half not.
"Iâ erâ sure," I stumbled out rather carelessly, before cringing internally. Where did that come from?
Thankfully, she didn't seem to pick up on it (or just saved me the embarrassment of acknowledging it) and was already writing her number on a slip of paper. Sliding it my way, she capped her pen and gave me her signature smile.
"Thanks," I said with a nod, accepting the paper and pocketing it. "Can't wait to start those lovely science projects we've got coming up!"
She let out a quiet laugh at my sarcasm. "It'll be fine. You're not dumb, right? So, we'll be fine."
"Can't promise you that," I joked, making her roll her eyes playfully.
"Maybe if weâ"
But she was cut off when Mr. Hale spoke up loudly, interrupting everyone's conversations.
"Five minutes are up, let's begin!"
I wondered if everyone was thinking the same thing as me â that was not five minutes.
"So it begins...," I mumbled to myself, facing forward.
Wanda breathed out, a stifled laugh, probably having heard my comment, and I couldn't help but crack a smile. Maybe I judged her too harshly. She wasn't actually that bad.
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Since being paired with Wanda, I was surprised by how much she'd made an effort to befriend me outside of class. We'd always been back to back with our lockers though not quite speaking, but since becoming Chemistry partners, she'd wish me a good morning if she caught me, or greet me briefly as we collected our books.
She didn't have to, but I could see why everybody liked her now. She was just genuinely nice. Due to circumstance, we'd become partners, but rather than leaving it at that, she made a genuine effort to befriend me. And not even just me, but also Y/BF/N, who was at the locker next to mine. He was as surprised as I was, expecting Wanda to mind her own business as we weren't exactly in the same social circles.
This was, I guess you could say, the start of our friendship. And it was a good one at that. I grew to learn how funny she was, how much she loved her brother, the passion she had for art and painting... she was a wonderful person. Which is why I didn't understand why she was with her boyfriend, Nate. He was a grade-A dick and everything Wanda wasn't. How were they a thing?
It sounds like I'm being a bitch and judgemental, but he really is the worst. The few unfortunate times I shared a class with him or caught sight of him around school, he was causing some sort of trouble with the teachers or picking on students in a way that made it seem like a joke but everybody knew it wasn't.
For example, there was a time when Wanda and I were studying for an upcoming Chemistry test we had. We decided to just help each other study since we already worked together in class, so knew we could motivate each other to actually put in the work. It was, maybe, the fourth studying session we had, and I was going over some notes when I felt her eyes watching me.
"You need a hand?" I asked, unable to take the staring any longer. I looked up at her, quirking a brow.
She seemed to fall out of her daydream and straightened up, eyes flickering to mine. "Huh?"
I gave her an awkward smile, unable to maintain her gaze. "You're staring."
She didn't seem fazed as I called her out, instead leaning back in her seat and continuing to study me curiously.
"Did you do something different with your hair?"
Subconsciously reaching for my hair, I straightened up my ponytail and shook my head. "No...?"
She chewed on her lip, saying after a pause, "You tied it up. You usually leave it out."
Did I? I wasn't sure. I just knew that her noticing something like that made me feel self conscious all of a sudden.
"It looks good," she decided, before offering up a small smile. "You should do it like that more often."
Quickly, I felt warm. Was it stuffy in here or was it just me? God, compliments already made me feel stupid. And compliments from pretty girls made me feel ten times that. It didn't help that she was watching me with an endearing expression, making me focus on my book before me.
"Thanks," I got out quickly. "Iâ yeah."
Her smile widened before she looked back down to her own book. Suddenly, I became acutely aware of the way her leg brushed up against mine under the table.
Thankfully, the strange fuzzy feeling following her compliment faded and we were able to get back to work without her tuning out again. As we were going over each other's practice questions, an annoying voice shouted from across the library.
"Wanda, head's up!"
"Hey, no talking in the library!" a librarian hissed at the voice.
Wanda and I looked up just in time for a football to smack me in the side of the head. I didn't even see it coming until I felt the thing slap my head, giving me an instant urge to strangle whoever threw it.
"Fuck," I cursed, holding my head and closing my eyes to breathe through the pain.
"Oh my God, are you okay?" Wanda's voice made me open my eyes and I saw her leaning forward, hand resting on my shoulder and the other on top of mine that was clutching my head.
"Been better," I admitted, trying to make light of the situation because as angry as I was at the idiot who threw it, I was also embarrassed because it hit me.
Wanda seemed concerned as she gently pulled me hand away, not letting go as she got a better look at the side of my face which I was sure was burning red. At least that's what it felt like.
"Shit, I'm so sorry."
I looked up and saw none other than Nate Green, Wanda's boyfriend, hovering and stifling a laugh as he looked at me. He had his stupid varsity jacket on and I was tempted to strangle him with it.
"I thought Wanda would catch it," he explained stupidly, before moving around the desk to collect his football.
Breathing out through gritted teeth, I pulled away from Wanda and nodded reassuringly. "I'll be fine. Just need an ice pack."
"You're such an idiot, Nate!" Wanda snapped, looking to him with a glare. "You need to watch what you're doing!"
He smiled sheepishly, making me roll my eyes and clench my jaw at the heat on the right side of my face. Fuck, that really hurt.
"What did you want?" Wanda asked him with a quirked brow. She definitely wasn't impressed. I'd hate to ever be on the wrong side of that condescending glare.
"I thought we could go out," he said like it was that simple.
"I'm studying," she quipped with crossed arms.
"I'm happy to wait," he said, toying with the ball in his hands.
Knowing I definitely didn't want that, I closed my books and said, "It's cool. You guys go. I think we're done here anyway."
Nate grinned. "See? S'all good."
Wanda ignored him and looked to me with worried eyes. "Y/N, are you sure?"
"You know your stuff," I said, referring to the work. "You'll be fine in the test. I'm sure."
I offered her a small, forced smile, before standing up to pack my bag. She did the same, beginning to pack her own things, but her eyes kept flittering towards me.
"D'you want me to go to the nurse's office with you?" she asked, shame laced in her voice.
"It's fine, I'll be fine," I said, hurrying up with my actions so I could just get out of here whilst I still had (some of) my dignity left. "See you in class tomorrow."
She nodded, sending a guilty smile my way. "See you tomorrow, Y/N."
Without giving either of them a look, I shouldered my backpack and left the library. Just another reminder of why Nate Green was literally the worst person ever.
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Liking Wanda as more than a friend wasn't something that happened for a while if I'm being honest. I guess I started to enjoy her presence more and more the longer we spent time together.
I'd come to appreciate it whenever she'd say something completely out of the blue that made no sense whatsoever, or whenever she'd laugh at something I'd said that was arguably not funny but she didn't want to make me feel bad, or even whenever I teased her about something stupid she did, resulting in her doing that cute little nose scrunch she did. But I didn't think of it as liking her, more just a randomly-formed friendship that I was glad to have.
Maybe it was this misinterpretation that didn't make me see how I was acting around her, such as the time I was in the dinner queue at lunch when I realised she was stood behind me.
"Oh, hey, Y/N," she said when she noticed it was me in front of her. Her usual bright, friendly smile was on her lips as she looked to me. "You good?"
I nodded, returning her smile. "Yeah. Just getting some doughnuts for Y/BF/N and I. You?"
"Same," she said, before nudging the guy next to her, who I recognised as her brother. "Pietro and I thought we'd treat ourselves."
At the mention of his name, Pietro looked down to his sister before his gaze fell on me. A mischievous smile appeared on his lips as he put out his hand.
"Pietro Maximoff," he introduced. "You must be the Chemistry partner, Y/N, right?"
I raised my eyebrows with surprise as I shook his hand. "You, er, know who I am?"
He glanced at his sister with a cheeky smile. Wanda was avoiding both of our gazes, her cheeks dusting pink.
Clearly saving face for Wanda, he said, "We've been in the same grade since kids, right? 'Course I do."
Despite the truth to his words, something told me that wasn't how he knew who I was. Especially since I was sure I'd never spoken to him in my life. But, to save Wanda the embarrassment of clearly having spoken of me at home, I nodded to Pietro.
"Right," I agreed with an amused smile. "Duh."
I moved down the queue and grabbed two doughnuts from the display, putting them in two separate paper bags.
"Dibs the last one!" Pietro exclaimed as soon as I returned the clippers to the display. He reached around his sister immaturely and bagged the last doughnut.
Wanda rolled her eyes. "You know I can ask for more, right?"
Pietro grinned, eyes sparkling with mischief. "Go on then."
The two were twins, but they couldn't have been more different. I simply revelled in their interaction, finding it adorable.
Wanda did as she said, asking the dinner lady if there were any more doughnuts in the back. Unfortunately for her, those were the last for the day, making Pietro laugh as Wanda pouted.
"Sucks to be you," he teased her, as I paid for mine and Y/BF/N's doughnuts.
"I hate you," she mumbled playfully, but I saw the disappointment in her eyes as he lovingly but annoyingly waved his bag before her eyes.
Without even thinking much of it, I held out one of the bags in my hand. "Here. You can have mine."
Wanda looked to me with surprise. "Are you sure? I can live without a doughnut, if that's what you're thinking."
I chuckled, grabbing her hand and making her take it. "It's okay. I wasn't in the mood anyway."
Plus, you look better when you're smiling and not pouting, I added in my head.
She accepted the bag reluctantly. "Iâ thanks. At least let me pay for itâ"
"It's just a doughnut, Wanda," I teased, before nodding her way. "See you later."
Leaving her and Pietro to it, I headed back to the table Y/BF/N was sat at and took a seat opposite him before giving him his doughnut.
"Sweet," he said, quickly opening the bag before realising I didn't have one. "Where's yours?"
Over his shoulder, I saw Wanda and Pietro taking a seat at their lunch table, doughnuts in hand and a heartwarming smile on Wanda's lips.
"They ran out," I answered Y/BF/N. "Wasn't in the mood anyway. Enjoy."
He shrugged before digging in. I'd like to say I didn't spare glances in Wanda's direction every now and then for the rest of the lunch hour, but I'd be lying if I did.
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I'm in the art department. You okay to bring it here?
I read over the text Wanda sent me before shooting her an 'okay' and heading to the Art department. I'd grabbed her notebook in class earlier on, only realising as I was studying with Y/BF/N in the library and pulled out an extra one, so I was going to give it her back.
I guess, when you realise you like someone, it comes randomly, suddenly, without warning. Liking someone isn't instant, it's constant and gradual and subconscious. I guess I'd been falling for Wanda for a while, without even realising, but today was the day I acknowledged that fact.
The Art department wasn't somewhere I frequented regularly â give me a paint and brushes and I'd probably present you with a finger painting â but it was definitely worth the visit. Art pieces from current and past students were hung on the walls, a mural of the school was spray painted on another, and sculptures stood around. The whole department brought a smile to anyone's face with its bright colours and open space â I could see why Art students always hung out here, Wanda included.
Speaking of Wanda, I found her in one of the classrooms sat at a stool in front of a series of canvasses. The room had a few other Art students littered around, working on their own pieces during their lunch period, otherwise it was empty.
"Hey," I called, getting her attention as I approached her.
She followed my voice and straightened up with a cheery smile. "Y/N, hey. Thanks for coming. I'm working on my Art project, so I couldn't pull myself away."
I waved my hand dismissively, joining her side. "It's all good, don't worry." My eyes wandered to the series of canvases on easels she was working on and widened. "Holy shit, these are so good."
Three unfinished hyperrealistic portraits of people were before us, one whom I recognised as Pietro. The paintings were so detailed, despite their medium-size, and I couldn't imagine how long they must have taken.
"You think?" she asked, glancing between them. "I think I messed up the nose here." She pointed with the back end of her paintbrush to the nose of Pietro. "It's a bit bent."
I almost laughed as I looked to her with disbelief. "Are you kidding? Wanda, these are amazing. How did you even do this?"
She looked down bashfully, a nervous smile on her lips. "I don't know. It's for a project. I chose to do family portraits." She pointed to each one as she said, "My mum, my dad and my brother."
I was in awe of her talent, jaw dropped with amazement still. I always knew she was an artist, but I'd never actually seen her work. I was starting to wish I'd come here a lot sooner.
"So, you got my notebook?" she asked, pulling me back into reality.
I looked away from the paintings reluctantly before getting her notebook from my bag and holding it out for her. As she accepted it, she must have forgotten she was holding her paintbrush as the tip brushed my wrist, leaving a swipe of red there.
"Oh, my bad," she said with a laugh, before setting her notebook and brush down and grabbing a paper towel from beside her.
Wetting it with water from her bottle, she pressed it to my wrist and swiped the paint away. It was such a mundane action, but the way her fingers gently held my wrist and emanated a warmth only she seemed to carry sent shivers down my spine.
I glanced up at her, letting her do it, and noticed the swipe of paint she had across her cheek, as if she'd touched her face without realising.
Now that I paid attention, I noticed how cute she looked in her Art getup. An old, oversized shirt covered in paint was being worn to cover her clothes, sleeves loosely rolled up to her elbows. Her long hair was tied back into a ponytail, but her baby hairs framed her forehead adorably.
When her hair wasn't in her face, her eyes only seemed more intense, glistening with excitement and happiness. I almost forgot to breathe when they met mine briefly, a hint of embarrassment there from when cleaning me up. She was in her element here and it made sense to me now.
I knew I'd fallen for her.
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"You don't get it," I was saying to Y/BF/N as we hung about the school gym, waiting for the teacher to start the lesson. "It's bad. I like her. Like, like like her."
Y/BF/N laughed, clapping me on the back with pity. "You're screwed."
I frowned. "I know."
As he stretched for class, he continued, "I mean, I get it, I do. She's super nice. Pretty. And you guys seem to get on."
I chewed on my lower lip worriedly.
He gave me a knowing look. "There's one problem though."
I groaned, running a hand down my face. "I know, I know. She's got that dick of a boyfriend."
He chuckled. "That's one way to put it."
I sighed, crossing my arms with annoyance. Since realising I liked Wanda as a little more than a friend, things weren't going well for me. Whenever we worked together, I'd forget what I was thinking because I was too busy admiring her side profile or getting lost in her eyes. If she spoke about the work, told a joke or was simply speaking her thoughts aloud, I'd focus on every little thing she was saying, knowing I could listen to her speak all day. It was bad, but thankfully I hadn't stumbled over my words or made a total fool of myself in front of her. I was determined to not let it get that far.
My eyes wandered around the gym as Y/BF/N tried to give me advice, but admittedly, his words flew in one ear and out the other when I caught sight of Wanda.
She was standing with her friends, smiling and laughing to whatever they were saying. Like everyone else in here, she was wearing her gym kit â black athletic shorts and a blue and white tee shirt, the colour of our school. It wasn't anything special, yet she made it seem that way, outdoing anyone in here. Her brown hair was tied back, the ponytail falling down her back, showing her stunning profile and making my mouth go dry.
Another clap on the back from Y/BF/N pulled me from my reverie and I looked to see he was laughing at me.
"Majorly screwed," he corrected his previous comment.
He was definitely right.
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I'm glad you're back from your hiatus đ can I request an imagine where the female reader is secretly dating Bakugou, and one day while changing, the girls see a hickey on the reader's neck. At the same time, the guys see Bakugou's back covered in scratches. The class puts the pieces together and sets up a plan to catch them in the act. Sorry if it's too detailed or long though đ„ș your blog is awesome!
A/N: I'm glad to be back, babes! This is a really cool request and there's no such thing as an overly detailed request. I hope you enjoy it.
Pairing: Katsuki Bakugo x Fem!Reader
Form: One-Shot.
Warnings: Implied sex, harsh language (because its Bakugo we're dealing with here)
Left a Mark.

Katsuki is nothing short of a horny teenager when it came down to it. That was something you had to realize and understand. It was far from the first time he had left his mark on you, and it was safe to say it wouldn't be his last.
He was overall neutral to the idea of your relationship being secret, he was more happy to have you by his side then anything. People knowing that fact was an afterthought. But... The circumstances would become long forgotten when things would get hot and heavy between you two.
It was far from the first time you had to scold him for leaving a hickey on you, and it was safe to say it wouldn't be your last.
"Y/N!" Uraraka called out, her usual innocent tone unwavering.
"Hm?" You quickly looked at the girl who shouted your name, a small smile playing on your face. Everytime you look at her you get a reminder of Katsuki's crude nickname for her, 'Round-Face.' Crude, but certainly fitting.
"You have a hickey!" The smile quickly dropped and your cheeks warmed up like the sun was shining directly at them. It was hard to ignore the sudden feeling of so many eyes on you...
"Don't worry about it," You quickly dismissed, your eyes glued to the inside of your locker as you slipped on the rest of your gym uniform.
"I bet it was Shouto! I see the way you always look at him!" Mina teased and suddenly, the entire locker room erupted with your classmate's own assumptions on who had left the hickey on you....
"Yeah!! Get some, Baku-Bro!" Kirishima yelled out, in the locker room adjacent to the girls'. His voice echoed off the walls, only adding to the annoyance Katsuki got from him.
"Don't call me that, shitty hair!" Bakugo was quick to insult and refuse the "endearing" nickname his friend had to give before actually picking up on what he had to say.
The sudden and hard slap on his back was enough to get his attention and the overall ache it left was enough to get him to remember just what is on his back.
"Damn! The woman has a pair of claws on her! Who the lady?" Denki questioned with a borderline proud look on his face. He must be oblivious that he's truly rolling the dice with his life treating Bakugo this way.
"None of your damn business!!" Bakugo yelled, the majority of the males in the room were quick to mind their own business, but one more comment escaped someone's lips..
"Uraraka's nails have been getting kind of long, lately.."
Of course, the one and only Minoru Mineta would be stupid enough enough to make another comment while Bakugo was teeming with pure anger.
The girls and boys of 1A had exited the locker rooms practically at the same time, all choosing to selectively ignore the burning smell wafting off of Mineta and a small explosion sized hole in his uniform. They all stood in a scrambled bunch, all chatting amongst themselves. Honestly, it was no surprise that their teacher would be late to the class...
You stood beside Katsuki because its what felt natural. What neither of you knew is that you both were too embarrassed to even look at each other in the moment. Even after all the merciless teasing had ceased, the feeling of overall humility was yet so subside.
A thick wave of awkwardness surrounds you both, seemingly muting the gossiping whispers that actually centered around yourself and your hotheaded boyfriend..
"You guys won't believe it!" Mina excitedly whisper-yelled to the tightknit group of friends whom dubbed themselves the baku-squad. "Y/n had a hickey on her shoulder!"
"No way! Bakugo had scratch marks on his back right now," Denki responded, just as eager as Mina.
There was about three whole minutes of talking about who could've been the one who left the scratches and hickeys amongst the single-braincelled group of friends before the one voice of reason amongst the group spoke up.
"Guys, they left the marks of each other.." Sero finally explained, a disappointed tone hung from his words, he was truly waiting for when they would figure it out themselves but... Alas, it seemed as if he was the only one with a single problem solving cell is his body.
"Ohhhhhhh...." The three finally connected the dots before shifting their gaze to the pair standing next to each other. Did they always stand that close together, was a mutual thought between the group (and the answer was yes)
"Well are you sure its them? I had ending up betting on the hickey being from Shouto.." Mina mumbled, slightly upset. She wasn't against the idea of her two friends dating, more the fact that she lost a bet and had to treat a lot of people to food if Sero was right.
"Pretty sure," Sero exaggerated his words to create a sarcastic tone, but that only sounded like uncertainty to his friends.
"Well I actually bet on it being Y/n," Kirishima announced proudly. Through his slight bouts idiocracy at times, he knew his best friend well. "How are we gonna prove that its them, though?"
The question lead everyone to a similar solution.... Catch them in the act, of course. This group of kids were far from stealthy, but they were determined to make things work.
"Do you want to ditch these losers and head to my room?" Bakugo whispered into your ear, the warm breath paired with his low tone never failing to sense a shiver down your spine.
"Don't call our friends losers!" You whisper yelled, glancing at your closest friends who dotted across the dorm's kitchen. They were arguing over what food to eat when they studied, unknowing to the fact that yourself and Bakugo had already went over this subject together as a form of a date.
He rolled his eyes and straightened his posture from leaning down to your ear taking a half step away from you, assuming the reprimanding words overall meant a no.
"Hot chips are overrated!!" Denki yelled and you're first instinct was to glance towards your boyfriend, who was... Passionate about his hot food, to say the least.
"Fuck this!! You guys can fucking study on your own!" Katsuki already didn't want to be there, then Kaminari went and said some dumb shit.
But that wasn't the only fuel to his anger and when you get to know the hot headed boy, you can tell if what he says he's angry about is what he's angry about. Having been his partner for as long as you have, you could tell he wasn't storming away solely because Kami said he didn't like hot chips.
He was frustrated, so, so frustrated and sick of this "secret relationship."
He was thinking about his locker accident, way more than one would think he should be doing. Why couldn't he just answer the barrage of questions with a proud smirk? Were you not proud of him? Ashamed, even? Insecurity hit him like a fucking truck, and he couldn't even ask for a quick hug and words of comfort because.. Other people were around? It sounded stupid when really thought out, and he wish he did when you first asked for the relationship under wraps.
He took a sharp turn around and walked away, ignoring the pleas from the group of people who were far from academics, but you on the other hand were more concerned about Bakugo himself.
"Don't worry guys, I got him," You had mumbled to your friends before quickly scurrying away to follow him.
The plan was going good so far, since you two did separate from the group, not exactly on such negative pretenses but.. That was the goal.
"Bakugo!" You called to get no response, just him continuing forward in the direction of his dorm room.
"Bakugo, slow down!" Did he... Did he just start walking faster?
"Katsuki!" You yelled once you got to the hall his dorm was on, he finally stopped. "Tell me what's wrong."
He quickly turned to you, an unreadable emotion plastered on his face, the only thing that could be deciphered is that it certainly wasn't happy.
"Do you a-fucking-shamed of me or something?!" He yelled, his voice cracking along with your heart. It didn't take much thought to figure out he was upset about the current state of the relationship. Even though you thought you had gotten used to with his sudden yelling, you couldn't stop yourself from flinching away from the sudden harsh-sounding words.
"Katsu, of course I'm not. I'm so sorry for making you believe otherwise," You began what you meant to be a comforting speech but the blonde didn't let you continue.
"Then why the hell can't anyone know we're together, huh?! Why-" His angry yelling came to a halt when you put both hands on either side of his face. The feeling of your soft touch almoat instantly calmed him down.
"Look at me," You demanded, his red hues bore into yours, they were progressively getting softer by the second. "The only reason I asked for our relationship to be in secret is because I wanted to keep our love between us. You're my boyfriend no matter how many people know. I'll never be ashamed of you, I love you, K-"
A rushed, greedy kiss came from the slamming of Bakugo's lips onto yours, because in the end he is just a horny teenager who has a bad problem of not letting you finish your sentences.
"I told you!! I know my bro the best!" The kiss was quickly separated by both parties as Kirishima's voice pipes up, his volume never failing to surprise.
"Wh-What are you guys here for?!" Your stomach twisted with embarrassment, having been caught in the act of kissing Bakugo by your entire group of friends that stood at the end of the hallway.
"They saw the hickey and scratch marks you two left on each other and wanted to see if you both really were the ones who placed their mark on each other.." Sero mumbled out an explanation that you could barely pick up over Mina and Denki's own conversation about how much they loss betting that another person was "with" their friend.
"Well now they know.." After listening to the entertaining complains from Denki and Mina you spoke at a soft level only the boy beside you could hear, a fond smile placed gently upon your face. You don't think that letting other people in on the relation ship would be the worst thing.
"Maybe I should leave more hickeys on you, then.." A sly tone slipping out a mischievous smile.
"Katsuki!!"
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Hi! I was wondering if I could ask for a hc about the demon brothers reacting to an mc who has low self-esteem and uses dark humor as a way to cover it up? Thank you, and I hope have a nice day!!
Thank you for your request! I love angst solved with fluff, and with someone who struggles with low self esteem this is pretty self-indulging. I really hope you like these! đ

Lucifer
Being more observant than some of his other brothers, he notices MCâs behavior rather quickly.
It really hit him when they missed class one day, bombing an important test. When he came back home he went straight to their room, ready to scold them for hours.
When confronted, they just shrugged and joked about it, saying that they wouldnât have done any better anyway seeing as how dumb they were. They laughed like it was a fun joke, but Lucifer was taken aback. This wasnât how humans normally joked around, right?
Being the Demon of Pride, he didnât understand how anyone could put themselves down so easily.
He noticed more darker jokes like that popping up in casual conversations more and more frequently, and now he had a mind to put a stop to it.
It started with the subtle gestures. The way he talked to MC more softly. The way he sometimes walked next to them with a gentle hand on their back. How every so often he would rub the top of their head anytime they did something good. However, anything he did didnât seem to be slowing the behavior. So he needed to be more direct.
He approached MC on a night that the self-depreciating humor was especially bad. He met them privately, and lifted their chin with one of his gloved hands while the other rested on MCâs shoulder.
âThe House of Lamentation has an image to uphold...so of course we would never have let you in here if you would not have fit in that image.â His face was serious, but his eyes were gentle. âWhile you are in my presence, know that you...even while being human...are a magnificent being. So I expect these jokes to cease.â
He will now give MC compliments more often than not, and if he ever hears them make another dark joke about themselves, heâll say their name sternly, and will wait for them to say something different.
Mammon
Doesnât pick up on it for the longest time. Ever since MC came to the Devildom, heâs always been teasing and jabbing them, calling them names but with nothing harmful behind it.
Anytime he would call MC dumb or stupid theyâd always laugh with him and agree, so they mustâve thought it was funny!
It wasnât until he joked around with MC about how âtypically dumbâ they were being, not knowing that MC had just went through a particularly tough day. They tried playing it off, but felt different. The joke didnât feel half as funny after MC smiled a crooked smile and their eyes went watery.
He tried following them to their room but was turned away. Left shut outside the entrance he always seemed to be allowed in. All because of some joke he made. All the things he had previously said struck him in that moment. Had he ever really said anything good about MC since they had been here?
He couldnât make jokes like that anymore.
Now instead of âstupid humanâ he would tell them how smart they were to have him around. He would tell MC how cool they were to be hanging with the one and only Mammon. He didnât let just anyone stick with him, so if MC was there, they had to be special.
Of course all the compliments had to have him in it, but the new smile MC seemed to show appeared much more genuine.
âHey, human! I mean...MC. You canât go saying sad stuff about yourself anymore, even if theyâre jokes! Because...because...The Great Mammon wouldnât hang out with people who were actually that scummy! Thatâs right, youâve got some great potential, you could even be my apprentice! So donât...say stuff about yourself like that anymore...â
MC seemed to now find all sorts of new things they had never had before. A new jacket just their size on their bed. A new phone case slipped into their bag. All sorts of gifts just happened to show up anywhere they went. Mammonâs way of saying he cared, since he could never bring it up with words.
Levi
He knows the feeling of low self esteem. He feels like a dirty, good-for-nothing shut-in. But when he heard MC make similar jokes, he couldnât take it. He was mostly confused. MC had so many things he didnât, so many things he was envious of, so why was MC of all people feeling that way?
He invited MC to his room to play games, planning on letting them win so maybe they could feel better. Unfortunately he has a hard time letting go of his true try-hard nature, and ends up winning anyway.
MC just laughs at their loss, claiming that itâs just another thing to check off their Loser list. Theyâd be the winner at losing, on the bright side.
Levi canât take it anymore. He grabbed the controller in MCâs hand, put it aside and turned off his console. He couldnât really look MC in the eye, but had to let them know how he felt. âMC...I can understand me feeling that way but...youâre wonderful, you have everything I donât, so I donât want to hear you say anything bad about yourself when-when Iâm obviously worse!âÂ
Heâll attempted to put himself down even more to try to lift MC up. Which MC didnât tolerate in the slightest.
They argued for a while over which of them was worse, which luckily was short lived. They both sat down in silence, neither of them wanting to make eye contact. That was until Levi gently grabbed MCâs sleeve, tugging it, his face against their shoulder. âY-youâre the closest thing Iâve had to a friend in my life...I-I wonât let anyone put you down, not even yourself.â He goes on and on about a specific anime plot, where the one of the main characters has to fight their childhood friend because theyâve been put under a curse. After the ramble, he makes sure to clarify by meaning that no matter what youâre going through, heâll make sure youâre safe and happy.Â
They make a new game with each other that anytime one of them says anything bad about themselves, they have to say something equally nice about themselves. The person who loses has to give their favorite possession away. Maybe thatâll keep them from saying anything bad in the first place.
Satan
Heâll read MC like book, so to speak, but he has no idea how to handle it. Heâs only read about similar personalities in his stories and occasionally with Levi. He doesnât know how to best approach MC about it.
Heâll plan it out, probably like a battle plan. If he wants the best possible outcome, heâs going to need everything just right. The perfect setting, the perfect circumstance.
He settled on what he was sure was the perfect outcome, a rainy Devildom day. It was the weekend so everyone was either at home or out having fun. He knew MC was home in their room, so he headed there with several books he was sure they would enjoy.
When MC let him in, he was sure their face was redder than usual, and their eyes a bit more puffy. âHave you been crying, MC?â
âNo thatâs just how my ugly face looks.â And they laughed.
The plan was totally trashed now. Satan flared up with anger, dropping his books all over the ground. He took MC by the shoulder and pinned them against the wall. He was mad. Mad that someone like MC, someone who made him genuinely feel calm and happy, could say something about themselves like that. Like it was a joke. Like they were a joke.
âStop saying things like that. How can you just go joking around like you donât matter?! Do you know how much you mean to all of us?! To me?!â He took a deep breath and loosened the grip on MCâs shoulders, smoothing out the new wrinkles in their clothes. The aura of anger around him subsiding. âI know how to help you out with this, I have some...self help books in my possession. Purely out of curiosity of course. Iâll be here...to read them with you.â
After that Satan makes sure to meet with MC at least once a week to read books together. Stories about overcoming great obstacles, some self-help ones, and stories that make MC feel better in general.Â
Heâll also check up on MC frequently, making sure they feel better about themselves, even if itâs just a fraction of what it was before.Â
Asmo
Itâs not until after theyâd made a pact together that Asmo truly understood how MC felt of themselves. Asmo almost felt guilty he didnât start complimenting them more before then, but guilt didnât look appealing, but neither did what MC was doing.
He saves up a bit of money to be able to take MC on a massive spending spree. All his treat.
He doesnât really give MC no for an answer when itâs time, and will drag them to all the greatest Devildom shops. Heâll pick outfits for them he knows will complement them, so they wonât have to be self conscious about their body.Â
Will complement MC to heaven and back. Their hair, their eyes, the curves on their body, the way their cheeks look when they laugh. Everything.Â
However, all this backfires when MC gives Asmo all the outfits back. âThis was fun Asmo...but thereâs no point spending money on me when nothing will make me look good.â
Asmo dragged MC into the brightly lit fitting room. He took both of MCâs hands in his. âMC, that kind of talk is not attractive! You canât say such things when youâre as beautiful as you are! Trust me, thereâs no one as beautiful as me, but...youâre a solid second place.â Heâll place a soft kiss on MCâs hands. âYouâre stunning, so stunning I...I...Iâm going to buy all these things for you right now, and anything else you want Iâll get! Shopping always cheers me up!â
Itâs not like him to think of anyone else other than himself, so he got himself all worked up and flustered. But anytime he thought of MC...anytime he imagined that they thought of themselves any less of how he thought of them. It left a bad feeling in his chest that he needed to get rid of.Â
Wonât give MC any sort of time to deny or joke around any longer. Heâll compliment them now all the time, making sure they know just how amazing they are.
Beel
He surprisingly pick up on it immediately, even faster than any of his other brothers. The things MC does and says remind him of things he felt when Lilith... He couldnât let MC do that any longer.Â
He tried to solve the problem at first by changing the subject any time any sort of joke like that came up. It didnât seem to help. Whenever MC had the chance they would make some sort of joke. He couldnât just try to distract them to help, he needed to fix this.Â
He decided maybe it would help their mood if he were to take MC to a fancy restaurant. Just the two of them, so they could talk about it. He didnât like talking too much but there would be food too. Eating always made him feel better.
While eating, they heard MC make a joke pertaining on how they donât belong in a place so fancy. Suddenly the food in Beelâs mouth didnât taste as good anymore.
Heâll stand up and come right over to MC, pulling them out of their chair and into the tightest, most protective hug they had ever had in their life. Bringing MC so close to him, he almost completely covered them with his own body. Some other demons were staring, but he didnât mind.Â
âIâve always loved food, but ever since you came to the Devildom, food always tastes like a gourmet banquet every time...but when you say stuff like that, MC...it reminds me of Solomonâs cooking.â
MC laughed while against his chest. The laugh sounded different, it sounded happier than when they made those dark jokes. He wanted them to always sound like that. He would do almost anything to keep that sound so joyful.Â
Beel squeezed them tighter. âIf you keep joking like that...food wonât taste as good anymore...âÂ
Learns all of MCâs favorite meals and snacks so they always have something on hand for when MC needs a little boost.
Belphie
He notices MCâs behavior and their sense of humor and tends to be the enabler. He has that same type of humor, so itâs hard to stop, even if he doesnât want MC to do the same thing.
He feels guilty about this and so he avoids MC for a while, not really knowing that this is making it worse. Whenever he shows up for meals or meets them during class he sees that avoiding them has made the jokes even worse.
He doesnât want to talk about all the nightmares heâs been having about MC. About all the awful things that happen to them, either by his hands or something he couldnât stop. He wanted the nightmares to end, he wanted all the self-bad-talk to end. All so he, Beel, and MC could finally have that happy dream.Â
 So he takes MC up to the attic, having preparing the bed so it was covered in plush pillows and incredibly soft blankets. Anything he used to make him feel better.
He wraps MC in one of these blankets without a word, and then shoved them towards the bed. He was still learning how to be gentle with a human.
Heâs not really good with words, heâs quiet when heâs awake and when heâs asleep, which is most of the time, he doesnât need to say anything.
So he lays in bed with MC, grasping the blanket he put around their shoulders tight.
âIâm sorry,â he apologizes. âI just wanted...you to stop...So stop.â He attempted to be his typical brisk and demanding self, but it fell short. He sounded upset. He picked up one of the pillows in the pile, pointing it at MC like a weapon. âStop.â He bopped them on the head with it. âStop. Or Iâll continue to hit you with my pillow.â
Heâs not joking. If at any point after that MC makes any sort of joke to try to cover the fact that they said anything bad about themselves, he will gently hit them with his pillow, giving them a long silent glare until they stop.
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Oh! Oh! âsorry, is that supposed to impress me?â Or âi fucking love youâ âhang up, and tell me this when youâre soberâ. Whichever you prefer! đđđ
Thanks! Iâll go for;
âI fucking love youâ âhang up, and tell me this when youâre soberâ
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Five hundred years was a long time. There were some mortals he could forget within the hour- within the very minute of meeting them and saying farewell. Few were as enduring in his memory as Kagome Higurashi.Â
So when they reconnected that random, fateful day in Tokyo- when she looked at him and yearned for all the things Time had denied her- Sesshoumaru had spoken her name with clarity, certainty.Â
"Kagome."
She'd broken into a tearful smile.
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He knew she mourned. She longed for the Bone Eater's Well to open and reunite her with her friends. Inuyasha.Â
But the well remained shut. It would always be shut- for she'd never returned to the past as far as he could recall.Â
Sesshoumaru exhausted every story he knew about the past. He told her of Inuyasha's marriage, and her friend's accomplishments. Slowly, that fragile thing inside her partially healed, mended by imagination- by the knowledge that they'd lived happy lives.Â
After recounting such tales, Sesshoumaru had figured they'd grow bored of each other. The newness- the novelty of reconnecting would wear off.Â
But it didn't.Â
She was pleasant company to be around. Charming, quick-witted, occasionally sharp-tongued, teasing and angry. He liked that side of her too- for it made his blood sing, recalling distant battle cries and sacred arrows.Â
So while he usually had little patience for foolish mortals, he picked up his phone that night when she called- despite knowing sheâd been invited on a night out with her college friends, and that usually resulted in one thing;
âNoooo Iâm TELLING you, Seshh-ou-maruuu!â she slurred down the line. âIâm not even drunk! I can walk in a straight line- watch!âÂ
There was a notable pause as he assumed sheâd performed a demonstration he couldnât see from the luxury of his penthouse.Â
Kagome made a few grunts of effort. âMkay, well I almost made it- and that counts!â
Sesshoumaruâs lips twitched, adjusting the phone against his ear as he took a seat. âVery impressive. Do you need me to pick you up?â
âNoooo!â she whined down the line. âI can walk home just fine by myself- hehe. I just showed you my mad walking skills.â
âSo you did,â he gravely acknowledged, loosening his tie and opening his shirt collar with a slight smile. He could hear her progress- heels clicking, occasionally dragging. He stayed on the phone with her for a long while, talking about nothing in particular. It made her feel safe, speaking to him. Or at least, sheâd told him that once.
Sesshoumaruâs ear twitched upon detecting the jangling of keys as she wrestled with her apartment door. âI take it you are home safe.â
âYup~ itâs all good!âÂ
âRemember to hydrate yourself with water before you pass out, miko,â he drawled, leaning his head against the back of his armchair.
âMkay,â a breathy giggle fanned into his hearing. Sesshoumaruâs lashes fell half-shut. He expected sheâd collapse onto her bed soon. Sure enough, there was a heavy âthump!â noise from the other end of the phone. As suspected, a sleepy exhale reached him through the receiver.Â
Sesshoumaru figured heâd hang up in a moment-
âI fucking love you,â Kagome sighed.
The Daiyoukai stiffened. Logic and propriety briefly fell away, and for just a moment his heart thundered, warmth touching his chest. But then it was swiftly soured by the bitter tang of their circumstances. He smirked jadedly, âoh really?â
âMhm, like a lot,â she drawled, voice slightly muffled by her pillow. âI want- I want to hold you. Touch your stupid, pretty hair. Bite your cute buttâŠâ
âExcuse me?â
âI said I wanna lick you!â she slurred.Â
Sesshoumaru made a sound between a laugh and a cough, stifling it behind his hand. âAs do many others. I do not begrudge you for that. But such things do not mean you love me, miko.â
âWanna...wake up with you. Every day. Stupid, dumb demon,â her voice wobbled. âWhy donât you believe me?â
Sensing genuine distress in her tone, pale fingers tightened around the phone. âHang up, and tell me this when youâre sober,â he said softly. âPerhaps then, I might.â
Silence.
Sesshoumaruâs hearing strained, only to pick up the faint sounds of Kagomeâs breathing, having fallen asleep.Â
Lowering the phone, Sesshoumaru closed his eyes and hung up. âYou foolish woman,â he uttered, a long-fingered hand passing over his weary face. Sheâd forget everything sheâd said by tomorrow. The usual story whenever she indulged in a drink.
âYou... cruel woman.â
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Title: Movie Night
Pairings: None except for a hint of Monica x Peter cause they're cute imo I'm sorry
Summary: Movie night with the Hex trio and Peter... until it's not. Also, metallokinetic Peter.
Warnings: No warnings as far as I know, but there's angst and a decent amount of fluff
Word Count: 2.2k words
Author's Note: This is my first fic for anything Marvel/Xmen related. Kinda nervous but mostly excited. Feedback is really appreciated as there's a pretty good chance a lot some of the character's actions could be pretty ooc.
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âWait⊠what?â Peter asked for what had to have been the millionth time. For a guy who could run fast, it was seriously taking him way too long to get this.
Darcy sighed again. âAlright, so you have to press this button--â
âThe little sideways bow thing?â
âUh, sure, why not. So you press it and then youâre gonna see a lot of different names. The one youâre gonna pick is called âPeterâs earbudsâ.â
âOkay. Wait how does it know my-- oh wait, it beeped! The lady said itâs⊠paired? Now what?â
âNow you can pick a song to listen to.â Darcy pressed an icon of a square with a black background and a green circle in the middle. âAnything in particular?â
Peter was silent for a moment. "What do people listen to these days?"
Darcy took the phone from Peter before typing the name of a band into the search bar. His face lit up as Darcy handed it back to him, the screen filled with different songs to choose from. After a moment of scrolling, the opening chords of Dumb by Nirvana filled his ears, and for just a little while, his mind was calm. It was quiet.
âItâs nice to know at least music hasnât changed since the 80s."
âI wouldn't say that exactly," Darcy mumbled.
Before he could question her statement, Monica spoke up.
"The 80s." She and Jimmy walked through the front door, both carrying grocery bags in their hands. "Is that where you're from?"
Monica placed the groceries on the counter before sitting down on the couch across from Peter.
He squinted at something in the distance. âI think so. I uhâŠâ fuzzy images filled his mind. Laughing at jokes next to a boy with the strangest glasses. Playing in the snow with a woman with red hair. Sharing popcorn in a cold room with a girl with a mohawk and a blue devil.
A serious conversation with a man who meant a lot to him.
Peter winced at the sudden sharp pain behind his eyes. âItâs kinda⊠kinda hard to sort through.â
âThatâs cool,â Darcy shrugged. âI felt the same way during English class back when I was in high school.â
Kurt Cobainâs voice rang in his ears. My heart is broke, but I have some glue. Help me inhale, and mend it with you. Peter nodded his head as he hummed along clumsily, not quite getting the tune right.
Once the pain faded from behind his eyes, Darcy noticed the way Peterâs face seemed to brighten at the sight of a certain someone.
âGuess what!â In less than a second, Peter had moved from his spot next to Darcy onto the couch beside Monica. âDarcy showed me how to get these little pods to play music--â
âTheyâre called earbuds--â
âAnd I can listen to whatever I want. How do you feel about this band called Nirvana?â Peter offered an earbud to Monica.
She laughed. âRight now, Jimmy has his heart set on this Lord of the Rings marathon.â
Jimmy shook his head as he took two bags from Monica and placed them all on the counter. âI stand by my claim that Lord of the Rings was and will forever be the best trilogy to ever exist.â
âSure, Jimmy.â Darcy crossed the room to inspect the groceries. âPopcorn, sherbet, and Sprite? You got orange sherbet?â
Jimmy raised his palms in surrender and pointed at Monica. âTake that up with her.â
âOrange sherbet is the best flavor and, no, I will not be taking any questions.â
Darcy scrunched her nose. âAnd youâre sure powers were all you got from going through the Hex so many times?â
âYou mean aside from having superior taste?â Monica joked. âYeah, Iâm sure.â
*********
âFrodo didnât deserve Sam,â Monica stated as the movie played on screen.
Shoving another handful of popcorn in his mouth, Jimmy responded. âHe was under a lot of pressure! The corruption from the ring only got worse the closer they got to Mordor, so you canât really blame Frodo for everything.â
Monica wrinkled her nose at the kernels that flew out of his mouth as Jimmy spoke. âWhatever you say. Plus it doesnât matter cause Darcyâs on my side anyways.â
âYou say that as if she didnât fall asleep the second the movie started,â Jimmy snorted as he gestured to Darcy, who was snoring rather loudly on his shoulder.
Peter chuckled at the banter between the two and at Monicaâs annoyed expression, catching her attention.
With Darcy practically on top of Jimmy yet somehow also managing to take up half of the couch, Peter and Monica were seated rather close together.
âUnless youâre laughing at Jimmy, that noise shouldnât be coming out of your mouth,â she joked, having to turn her head to look Peter in the eye.
âItâs really not my fault that you always seem to be wrong.â
âThatâs a lie, actually, but alright.â
âSee?â He snorted. âWrong again.â
Monica glared at Peter who just chuckled and adjusted his position.
After no more than twenty minutes of the movie playing on screen, the sound of Monica snoring told Peter that he and Jimmy were the last two awake.
âThey never stay up for my movies,â Jimmy muttered.
Peter turned in his direction. âThey never what?â
âWe try and do this movie night a couple of times a month. So far, theyâve fallen asleep on every single movie Iâve chosen. I mean thatâs obviously just because they donât appreciate classic media--â
âRight,â Peter mumbled. âThatâs why.â
Jimmy paused as he shoveled another handful of popcorn in his mouth. âBut I donât mind it. I mean, everyoneâs been back for a little while now, but thereâs still this⊠this underlying fear that itâll happen again. This nagging feeling that people are gonna be taken away from us, but this time they wonât come back.â
He looked at Darcy, still completely unconscious on Jimmyâs shoulder, and Monica, who was curled up under Peter. âThey feel like familyâ Jimmy admitted. âWe havenât even known each other for that long, but Iâd do anything for these two, and Iâm comfortable saying theyâd do the same for me.â
âIâm happy for all of you, really.â Peter sighed, feeling the clasp on Monicaâs necklace dig into his side. âBut Iâd be lying if I said I wasnât jealous. I have a few memories--â
Taking a look at the confused look on Jimmyâs face, Peter continued. âWell, you all know that Iâm not from here. Wanda just pulled me out of my own time and brought me here. â
âI mean we know it wasnât intentional--â
âThatâs not the point!â Peter did his best to rein in his anger. âThe point is, some random lady took me away from my time. Away from my home, my friends, my family. And Iâm not even saying that I blame her, but why did it have to be me?â When Jimmy didnât respond, Peter continued. âI get these⊠flashbacks. Fuzzy memories of home. They used to be pretty rare but lately, Iâve been getting them more often. One of them keeps showing up.â
âYou think you can try and remember?â Jimmy suggested.
After a moment of silence, Peter decided. âYeah.â He adjusted Monica so that her head rested on the arm of the couch instead of his side, and something strange happened to his chest at the sight of her sleeping so peacefully.
Jimmy pulled out a notebook and pen. Peter cleared his throat as Jimmy nodded for him to begin, ready to jot down whatever he could.
âIt was me, a little girl. An older woman, couldâve been my mother? And--â Peter furrowed his brow as a dull pain began to form behind his eyes and a white noise began ringing in his ears. âSomeone⊠someone else. They, uh-- a man. I think.â
âIf you canât remember who, try to focus on where.â
âNo no, Iâve got it. They uh. We--â It was beginning to hurt. âNo. Wait. Younger people⊠friends, they had to be.â
The pain became more intense. The noise in his head was getting louder. It hurt. Different images flashed in his head, all fuzzy and difficult to clear up. His mind reached out to grasp one but just as his fingertips brushed the surface, it was gone.
A patient teacher bound to a wheelchair.
A charming blue devil.
A shapeshifter with a warm heart.
A man who could shake the earth itself.
âThey keep moving,â Peter said through gritted teeth. âThey⊠t-they wonât sit still.â
âAlright, man,â Jimmy closed the notebook. âIf you need to take a break we can--â
âNo! I wanna do this. I need to do this.â Peterâs voice cracked. âI donât-- I canât forget them.â
âOkay. Alright, thatâs fine but you-- uhhâŠâ Jimmy furrowed his brow at the sight of the pen in his hand beginning to twitch. He took one look at Peter and his eyes grew wide the moment he began to understand. âPeter. Hey, youâve gotta take a breath. You gotta-- shit.â
Jimmy took in Peterâs current state. Pale and shaky with droplets of sweat forming on his forehead. His eyes wide and panicked. âUhmm, shit, Monica! Darcy! I really think now would be an appropriate time for the two of you to wake up, given the circumstances.â
As he moved to shake the two women awake, Peterâs struggle grew more intense. The pain had now spread throughout his entire head and turned into a pounding sensation. The noise was deafening as it bounced around in his skull.
Monica woke quickly to see Peter pale and in distress. âJimmy, whatâs happening?â
âI donât know! We were trying to clear up the memories in his head when he started shaking and--â
âI can see that, but whatâs happening?â
âUhhâŠ. I think stuff is about to start floatingâŠâ
Darcyâs eyes fluttered open. âHuh?â
âYeah,â Jimmy continued, still trying to wake Darcy. âCause, my pen was shaking and your necklace is moving a lot, and Darcy, I think your glasses are about to fly off of your face.â
Monica looked down to see her necklace float away from her chest, then watched in what seemed like slow motion as each object Jimmy mentioned flew towards the same source.
Peter.
Seconds later the tv in front of them crumpled in on itself. âThat was expensive,â Darcy sighed, now fully awake.
Monica cocked her head, her gaze flickering from Peter to Jimmy to Darcy. âIs he--â
âYep,â Darcy said loudly
The three sat in awe and terror as Peter sank to the floor in agony, screaming as he drew his knees to his chest. His hands pressed over his ears.
Darcy looked into her kitchen and her eyes grew wide. Locking eyes with Monica and then Jimmy, they all spoke at once. âThe knives.â
Monica scrambled to Peterâs side while Darcy and Jimmy ran to get as many knives as they could out of the house.
Darcy turned towards Monica. âYou, uh, sure you got this?â
At Monicaâs shaky nod, she followed Jimmy into the kitchen.
âOkay,â Monica began. âPeter⊠Iâm gonna, um. I, uh-- okay I actually have no idea what Iâm gonna do, but I need you to just, try and, uh, I donât know, breathe?â
âI canât.â he panted. The breaths he took were uneven and rapid and his face was stark white. He wasnât responding to her. âI canât forget. I-- no, no no I donât want to forget. Theyâre slipping. I canât reach them. Help me.â
She knew he wasnât going to be able to calm himself down. Monica called the other two in there.
Jimmy ran into the living room first. âWe werenât-- oh.â
Darcy quickly followed. âHoly shit.â she looked at Monica. âYou know what to do?â
Monica nodded. âBut I havenât exactly done it before and thereâs a good chance Iâll pass out after.â
âI mean, if it means he stops screaming bloody murder, I feel like itâll be worth it.â Jimmy looked at Darcy with wide eyes, who just shrugged.
âRight,â Monica shook the nerves out of her hands. âOkay. Alright.â
âYâknow, there are still knives and other extremely sharp objects in the kitchen so--â
âI got that, Darcy!â Monica snapped. She took a deep breath before turning all of her attention to the man in front of her. âOkay, Peter? Iâm sorry, but none of us have any idea what to do, and so, this was the next best option.â
She closed her eyes and placed both hands to his temple, struggling to keep them there as he twisted in pain. When her eyes opened again, a bright blue shone in place of their usual brown.
His energy came through in tendrils. The super-speed feeling like electricity itself, sharp and cold, while his metallokinesis was slow and warm and heavy. It was new and painful and in that moment Monica understood his pain.
While his powers had come to a pause, his memories were a different matter.
âI gotta keep going,â Monica slurred. Her eyelids were heavy.
âYeah thatâs what weâre not gonna do,â Darcy said.
âHeâs still in pain!â
âAnd now so are you! We can find something to sedate him but, right now, you canât--â
Monica responded by placing her hands on Peterâs temple once again, this time taking out smaller amounts of energy. Just enough to put him to sleep for a little while.
She then promptly collapsed.
âEnergy absorption,â Jimmy stated. âImpressive.â
Darcy sighed. âPlease just help me get them to bed.â
âRight. Okay.â
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It is I, here to Officially Requestâą absolutely chaos All Named Characters Molina Family Board Game Night because honestly? The chaos needs to be freed.
THERE'S SO MUCH CHAOS I'M NOT SORRY.
Have the official sequel to this fic because when @screamin-amuseum requested the first part as "the whole gang + boardgame" I took that to mean All Named Characters playing board games and so here's that continuation. It's so unnecessarily long. It's so unnecessarily angsty??? TW for mentions of Trevor with an eating disorder, nothing graphic though.
I don't know what else to say. This is really chaotic. I can't write scenes with more than two people in them and yet this fic has 13. Hope you all enjoy.
Read on ao3 here:
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Unfortunately, the Molinasâ extensive board game collection does not actually include Pretty Pretty Princess (it was just a tad bit before Julieâs time).
But on the bright side, she knows someone they can borrow it from. Even if Lukeâs not happy about it.
âWhyâd you have to invite him?â he complains the second Julie gets off the phone with Nick.
âBecauseââ Julie barely spares Luke a glance as she passes him on the way to the living room. âWeâre borrowing his little sisterâs board game.â
âSo? That doesnât mean he has to play it with us!â
Julie rolls her eyes. âLuke, are you seriously still jealous of him?â
Luke lets out an indignant squawk. âI am not jealous . I just donât like him!â He poofs out and back in again to cut Julie off in the doorway, and she stops out of instinct, never quite sure these days if sheâll end up walking through the boys or into them. âJulie, in case youâve forgotten, weâre talking about a kid who was literally possessed by Caleb five minutes ago. And you want us to hang out with him? You want to bring him into your house? Where you live? To play Pretty Pretty Princess? â
Julie gives him the most exasperated look she can muster, trying to ignore the smile threatening to tug at her lips. âLuke. First of all, Nickâs already been to my house, so that argument is invalid. Second, heâs not possessed by Caleb anymore, and the fact that he used to be is only more reason for us to offer him some extra friendship, Iâm sure he needs it. And third, I already invited him, heâs on his way, and not even your pouting and puppy dog eyes can change that, so donât even bother trying.â
Of course, Luke immediately breaks out the pout and the puppy dog eyes, but Julie doesnât let herself so much as look at him. She pushes past him and continues through to the kitchen, shaking her head in amusement as Lukeâs annoyed grumbling fades out behind her.
Her dadâs at the kitchen counter, just hanging up his own phone. He turns when Julie enters and offers her a small smile. âTakeoutâs on its way. And your tĂaâs coming, with her own set of dice, so be prepared for those to be loaded.â
Julie giggles. âWell, I called Flynn and theyâre gonna bring some sodas and snacks, and Nickâs bringing Pretty Pretty Princess since the boys were so excited to play it. Itâs still cool that he comes, too, right?â
âOf course, mija.â Her dad looks at her for a second, and then away, busies himself with wiping down the perfectly-clean counter. âDid you, uh⊠Did you maybe want to invite Carrie to join us?â
Julie sighs. âDad, you know me and Carrie arenât friends anymore.â
âNo, yeah, I know.â He scrubs harder at an invisible speck of dirt. âI just thought it might be a nice gesture.â
Despite everything, Julie finds herself considering it. Sure, she and Carrie are still decidedly not friends , but⊠theyâre not quite enemies anymore, either. Itâs hard to be enemies with someone who helped you save your shared ex-love interest from an evil jazz-singing magician ghost. Carrie knows about the guys now and didnât expose Julie and the Phantoms as a fraud, and she hasnât been as actively mean to Julie and Flynn at school the past few months.
Maybe someday, the three of them will be able to reconcile, officially. Julie might even want to. But that doesnât mean sheâs ready to have Carrie in her house so soon, doesnât mean she wants to include Carrie in their first family game night without her mom.
âMaybe another time,â she says, offering her dad a soft smile so he knows she means it.
He smiles back, and thereâs more relief and happiness in his eyes than Julie wouldâve expected under the circumstances, leaving Julie to wonder why her dad would care about her relationship with Carrie Wilson so much.
An hour later, everythingâs all set up, and all the guestsâghost and human alikeâhave arrived. Theyâre all spread out across the various couches and floor space in Julieâs living room, all ten of themâJulie, her dad, Carlos, TĂa Victoria, Luke, Alex, Reggie, Willie, Flynn, and Nick. The four ghosts are all sharing one couch, the four Molinas another, while Flynn and Nick lounge on the floor across the room because the ghosts still make Nick a little uncomfortable (though Julieâs unsure if thatâs because of his stint with Caleb or because Luke wonât stop glaring at him).
Knowing Game Night, the seating arrangements wonât stay as they are for long, as the various games require space or privacy or the occasional team-up. Julieâs certain by the end of the night, her friends and family will all be mingling and getting along.
Since there are so many of them, they canât follow the usual Game Night rulesâeveryone picks one game and they play through them all. If they tried, theyâd be here all night, and half of them have to go to school tomorrow. So instead, the plan is this: Everyoneâs name will go in a hat. Whoever wins each game picks a name out of the hat, and that person gets to pick the next game. Theyâll play a total of five, or until midnight, whichever comes first.
The only caveat to this strategy is that theyâre playing Pretty Pretty Princess first, and since that was technically Alexâs choice, his nameâs not going in the hat (a fact Alex seems perfectly fine with).
Game Number One isnât nearly as much of a disaster as Julie kind of expected it to be. Itâs only a four player game, so they play in teams of two and three: Luke, Reggie, and Julie playing for the purple jewelry; Alex, Willie, and Flynn playing for the pink; Nick and Carlos for green; and Dad and TĂa for blue. The only fight that breaks out is when Luke takes the black ring on purpose and then refuses to put it back the next turn; otherwise, the teams work together surprisingly well.
Somehow, despite Reggieâs earlier insistence that Alex is a PPP master, the adults win, and then they insist on splitting their winning jewelry between them even though itâs all sized to fit five-year-olds.
Just as Dad and TĂa are celebrating their victory, and Julie and Carlos are having a telepathic brother-sister conversation about how their aunt must have rigged it, the doorbell rings.
âOoh, I bet thatâs the pizza,â Dad says, hauling himself to his feet. He keeps one hand on the tiny plastic crown on his head so it doesnât fall off.
He looks ridiculous, between the crown, the singular clip-on earring, and the ring just barely stuck on the end of his pinky finger, but Julie manages to hold back her laughter as she stands and says, âIâll help carry.â
Her dad beats her to the door, only because Reggie holds her back and tries to convince her not to let Luke have any pizza (to which Luke gives another indignant squawk and immediately starts bickering), so by the time Julie catches up with him, Dadâs already got the front door thrown open, and whateverâs on the porch to greet him has left him staring, wide-eyed, open-mouthed, and pale.
Like heâs seen a ghost or something.
âDad?â Julie starts to say, but the word dies in her throat as she steps into view of the open door and sees none other than Carrie Wilson standing on her front porch.
Carrie looks nervous, and just as pale, as she stares back at Julieâs father, a clutch purse held in her white-knuckled hands.
Carrie says something, quietly enough that Julie thinks she might have imagined it, that sounds suspiciously like, âHi, Papi,â and then her gaze flits behind him to Julie and her eyes widen. She clears her throat, straightens her shoulders, says louder, âMr. Molina. Julie.â
âHi, Carrie,â Dad says after a weirdly long pause, startling like heâs been struck. âWhat areâI didnâtââ He breaks off and glances at Julie over his shoulder, his expression screaming, I thought you werenât going to invite her!
I didnât! Julie shoots back, then trains a painfully plastic smile on her definitely-not-a-friend-but-not-quite-an-enemy. âCarrie, what are you doing here?â
âSorry to interrupt, Iâdidnât realize you had companyâŠâ She glances toward the driveway next to the house, where Nick parked his car. âI can leave.â
âNo, donâtâItâs okay,â Dad assures her, a little too quickly for Julieâs liking. âWhatâsâdid you need something?â
Carrie shifts her weight awkwardly from foot to foot, looking back and forth between Julie and her dad like she wants to ask Julie to give them some privacy. Julie just plants her feet and crosses her arms over her chest. Like hell is she gonna leave Carrie alone with her dad when heâs already acting weird and she still has yet to tell them what sheâs doing there.
Julie doesnât even remember the last time Carrie Wilson stepped foot on the Molinasâ property. Itâs all too weird, like Julieâs stepped out of Family Game Night and into some strange, confusing alternate universe.
âUm⊠Okay, so, Dad and I were at this dumb charity event at Schaeferâs, and on the way back, our car broke down.â Carrie waves a vague hand toward the street. âGeraldâour driverâcalled someone, but Dad doesnât trust mechanics, and I think itâs supposed to storm later, soâŠâ She trails off, blushes, and adds, âWe were only a block or so away so I thoughtâŠâ
Julieâs not sure sheâs following. Her dad must catch up quicker because he says, âOh! Oh, wellâwell, youâre welcome to wait out the storm here, weâve got food coming, weâre having a little game night. Why donât you join us?â
He turns to look at Julie, almost as an afterthought, his gaze somehow pleading and apologetic at the same time.
Whatever frustration Julie might feel at his eagerness to let Carrie interfere with their lives despite knowing how Julie feels about her is quickly snuffed out by the look on her dadâs face, and the equally anxious look on Carrieâs.
Julie doesnât like this. She doesnât think putting her, Flynn, Nick, and Carrie in a competitive setting together is a good idea. She really doesnât think putting Luke, Alex, Reggie, and Trevor Wilson in a competitive setting together is a good idea. She can think of very few scenarios in which this whole night doesnât turn into a complete and total disaster.
But reconciliation has to start somewhere, and she does, deep down, want to be Carrieâs friend again someday, wants even more to help her boys get their bandmate back.
She takes a slow, deep breath, prays she wonât regret this, and says, âOf course, Carrie. Come join us for Game Night.â
Carrie visibly relaxes, something like a real, genuine smile fluttering around her lips. âOkay. Thanks. Iâll, umâIâll go get Dad. He wanted to wait in the car, in case you guys⊠turned us awayâŠâ
Awkward silence falls, and Julie canât understand why her dad looks so sad all of a sudden, but before she can think of how to ask, Carrie spins on her high heels and starts back down the porch steps.
The second the door closes behind her, Dad says, âIâm sorry, did I overstep?â
Julie sighs. Her dadâs always been particularly good with boundaries. And she thinks part of him might miss the days when Carrie was over more often than not, playing dolls and singing with Julie and Flynn. So Julie canât be mad. âNo, itâs okay. But you get to tell the guys the pizzaâs not here yet, and the guy who stole all their songs is.â
His eyes widen in horror, only adding to the absurdity of his bejeweled look, and Julie stifles another laugh as she heads back to the living room.
All things considered, itâs not nearly as much of a trainwreck as Julie thought it might be. Flynn loudly declares that she will not be on a team with Carrie under any circumstances, and the guys donât take the Trevor news well , exactly, but a sharp look from Julie and a badly whispered promise from Willie to do some serious ghost pranking later keep them from actively pitching a fit about it.
When the Wilsons and their driver Gerald arrive, the tension in the room grows so instantly thick and awkward that Julieâs worried someone might actually explode. Carrie breaks it by stalking confidently into the room and plopping herself on the floor between Nick and Carlos like she belongs there. Gerald soon follows, claiming a chair next to TĂa Victoria, and smiles politely at them all.
Only Trevor remains hovering in the doorway, pale and shaky, taking deep meditative breaths as his eyes rove across each person one at a time, lingering a little too long on Julieâs aunt, skipping over Luke entirely. Finally, he swallows, winces like it hurts, and says to Julieâs dad, âI didnât realize you still did these.â
Julie frowns, unsure what thatâs supposed to mean exactly, but her dad offers up no explanation, just waves Trevor over to sit on the couch with him. Luke lays a gentle hand on Julieâs knee, leans in close to whisper, âHey. You okay?â
She gives him a grateful smile, nods. âFine. How about you?â
Luke shrugs, glances over at Trevor, whoâs still very purposefully not looking in their direction, and winks at Julie. âLetâs just cream this guy, shall we?â
And so, Game Night continues.
The three new guestsâ names get added to the hat, and Victoria shuffles them around before pulling a slip of paper out.
âCarrie,â she reads. âYou get to pick the next game.â
âOh, no, thatâs okay,â Carrie tries. âI just got here, someone else can pick.â
âCome on, Care,â Nick says, nudging her encouragingly. âThemâs the rules.â
âYour name came out of the hat,â Julie agrees, attempting a smile. Itâs the closest she can get to a peace offering. âPick a game.â
Carrie scans her face a moment, like sheâs searching for any hint that Julieâs being mean or ingenuine. She must not find any, because she says, âOkay,â and gets to her feet, brushing invisible dust off her skirt. She peers into the game cabinet for a total of about five seconds before she says, âOh my god, you still have Monopoly with the credit card readers? We are definitely playing that.â
âDibs on banker!â Carlos shouts and jumps to his feet to dig the box out of the cabinet.
Julie grins at her little brotherâs enthusiasm, and when she catches Carrieâs eye, her smile doesnât fade.
Maybe they can do this. Itâs as good a first step toward reconciliation as any, she supposes.
The pizza arrives while Carrie and Carlos are setting up the Monopoly board, so Julie and her dad bring it in and set up the stack of boxes on the kitchen island for easy access. The ghosts immediately descend on the food like a pack of rabid animals, Luke grabbing four or five slices at once and starting to stuff them in his mouth before Julie shouts, âPlates, boys! Plates!â and he deflates, grinning bashfully at her.
Once everyone who wants pizza has gotten some (Gerald takes a slice, Trevor and Carrie donâtâJulie remembers vaguely that the Wilsons were never big fans of take-out in general), they work out new teams, which leads to less bloodshed than Julie expected but takes way longer than it has any right to. Finally, they figure out a breakdown that everyoneâs more or less happy with, despite now having an uneven number of players: Trevor, Gerald, Dad, and TĂa; Carlos, Luke, and Reggie; Alex, Willie, and Flynn; and Carrie, Nick, and Julie.
Itâs a chaotic game for sure, but no one outright attacks each other, so Julie counts it as a success. And her team wins, so.
The rest of the night goes like that, one game after another. Julie picks Willieâs name, Willie picks Mario Kart, Carlos wins. Carlos picks Geraldâs name, Gerald picks poker (âOh my god, my driverâs a gambler,â Trevor sighs into his hands), and somehow Flynn smokes them all. For the last game, Flynn picks Lukeâs name, Luke picks Candy Land because heâs actually eight years old, and Flynn and Carrie manage to eke out a victory despite being on the same team and bickering the entire game.
Luke and Trevor, also on the same team, donât say a single word to each other, but Julie doesnât miss how a smile tugs at Lukeâs lips when Trevor makes a joke about Lord Licorice looking like their high school English teacher.
Gerald gets a call just as theyâre finishing up and informs them that the broken down limoâs been towed away and one of his colleagues is there with a fresh car to take the Wilsons home.
âPerfect timing,â Dad says, clapping his hands together. âIâll walk you out.â
Once theyâre gone, Nick and Flynn soon follow. Julie thanks Nick profusely for letting them borrow his sisterâs game and convinces him to take some of the leftover pizza home to his family. TĂa kisses them all goodnight (including the ghosts, which leaves Reggie grinning and the rest of them bright red), and then sheâs out the door too, and Carlos heads up to bed, and Willie poofs out, telling Alex theyâll catch him later, leaving just Julie alone with her Phantoms.
âThat was actually really fun,â she says, leaning back into the couch.
âNext time, I think we should choose teams at the beginning and stick with them all night,â Luke suggests, slinging an arm around her shoulders. âMore fun that way.â
Alex plops onto the couch on Lukeâs other side. âBut if we play Pretty Pretty Princess again, Iâm not playing on your team, bro.â
âYeah, man,â Reggie agrees, snuggling up under Julieâs arm. âWe coulda won that game if youâd just put the black ring away. â
âIt made me look awesome!â Luke insists.
âAnd the purple one didnât?â
Alex lets out a dramatic sigh as Luke and Reggie break into an argument over Julieâs head. She just rolls her eyes and tries not to giggle too audibly, though itâs hard when her boys are so lovingly silly.
When she looks up, her dadâs lingering in the doorway, watching the four of them and playing a little nervously with his hands.
Julie frowns, catches his gaze, and mouths, You okay?
He nods, smiles, but looks from her to the three ghost boys cuddled up next to her and back again. Julie instantly catches his meaning.
âHey, guys,â she says, loud enough to be heard over Luke and Reggieâs bickering. They shut up right away. âIâm gonna help my dad clean up. Can you go wait in the studio for me, and we can rehearse a bit before I go to bed?â
âOh, yeah,â the boys say, and âYeah, sure, Julie,â and they all hug her and wave goodnight to her dad before disappearing with a gentle displacement of air.
Julie gets to her feet as her dad joins her in the living room. He sets his phone on top of the game cabinet and plays a Celia Cruz album her mom liked.
They work in companionable silence for a while, other than the music, counting all the cards and tokens and jewelry pieces to make sure everythingâs accounted for and gets back into its proper box.
As Julieâs wrapping up the Mario Kart controllers, her dad says casually, âYou have fun tonight?â
âYeah,â she says, and finds she means it. âYeah, you know, it wasnât quite the same as playing with Mom, but I still had a really good time. Thanks for letting everyone come over.â
âThank you for being such a good sport about Carrie. I know she wasnât exactly part of your plan for how the night would go.â
âNo,â Julie agrees, shutting the game cabinet. âBut I kinda liked having her here. Althoughâcan I ask you something?â
Dad grabs his phone to pause the music. âOf course, mija. What is it?â
Somethingâs been nagging at her all evening, but now that Julie actually has the opportunity to ask about it, sheâs not quite sure how to put her question into words.
Finally, she manages, âWhen Mr. Wilson first got here, he said something like⊠like he didnât know we still had game nights. But I donât remember him ever playing with us when Mom was alive.â
Her dad doesnât answer for a really long time. Julie knows him well enough to know she needs not be concernedâher dad, much more than her mom, has always needed to really take his time and think before he says anything, especially anything important. Finally, he sighs and says, âHonestly, mija⊠Iâm not quite sure what to say. Itâs not really my story to tell.â He sits on one of the couches and pats the cushion next to him. Julie joins him, hugging a throw pillow as she waits patiently for him to continue.
âDo you remember, when you were really little, Trevor and Carrie used to live with us?â
Julieâs mouth drops open. âWhat? No. When?â
âOnly until you were about six,â Dad explains. âBut for a while, we had a house together, the five and then six of us, once Carlos was born. Your mom and I, and Trevor, we all kind of raised you kids together.â He elbows her teasingly. âYou used to call Trevor Daddy.â
âI definitely donât remember that,â Julie says, eyes wide in horror.
His smile fades, face turning serious. âI think Carrie does,â he says softly, and Julie remembers when Carrie first got here tonight, how she called Julieâs dad Papi , so quietly Julie thought sheâd imagined it.
âAnyway,â he continues, âbefore all that, before Trevor was even⊠Trevor ⊠he lived with your mom and me, and he was going through a really rough time, had a lot of trouble with food because, wellâŠâ
âBecause food killed his best friendsâŠâ Julie realizes.
âWe used to play board games with him, after dinner, when things were hard. It kept him distracted, made it easier to keep things down. That was the real start of Molina Family Game Night.â
âHuh,â Julie breathes. âWell then, next time? I want to invite him and Carrie for real.â
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-Mind Stone- Peter Parker x Female Reader Part 1
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  Kody: Awkward Peter Parker for the win. By the way both Peter and you will be 17 in this fic. K, thanks. Also reminder that Engame is set in 2023
  Movie/Show: After Endgame, but no one died because ignorance is bliss.Â
  Summary: In the attack of 2012, you were given powers that you couldnât understand at such a young age.Â
  Possible Triggers / Warnings: Cursing, Mentions of blood and harm, Loki having a Thanos moment, Vision and Wanda being your new parents- but not really, slight OP reader- but only because i am dumb
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  highschool sucked, well thatâs a given but what sucked even more was going to highschool in New York where the Avengers usually fought their battles. In 2012 when the first major attack happened. When Loki, the god of mischief used the tesseract to bring the Chitauri to Earth.
  you remember it vividly for a 6 year old child. Your mother and you had decided to go school shopping since youâd be starting kindergarten. You would have gone when you turned five, but you had a late birthday. After shopping for nearly an hour your mother decided to get you a donut from a local bakery.
  you had both walked in and your mother sat you at a booth with your bag of supplies. She walked to the counter and began to order what she wanted along with your favorite kind of donut. The shop had a glass wall in the front so you could see outside, you thought it looked pretty cool.
  at one point you looked up from the piece of paper you had been drawing on and towards your mother. She had just turned around holding a paper bag and a cup of coffee. She gave you a warm smile as she walked towards you. She looked at the window behind you and her face suddenly turned pale.
  she dropped the cup and bag onto the ground. You watched as coffee spilled all over the tile floor, but had no time to say something as your mother ran over to you and grabbed you from the seat. She held you close to her chest and ran out the store, not bothering to grab the items she left.Â
  you were so confused on what was happening until you saw a tall unhuman like creature with grey skin and gold headpieces. The Chitauri. Your mother ran down the sidewalk as large ships flew through the sky. Buildings were being shot through and debris was falling from above.
  being just a little girl made the whole ordeal much worse. Your mother ended up running into an alleyway. She went behind a dumpster and crouched down, placing you on the ground. âAlright- itâs going to be alrightâ she grabbed your face and planted a kiss on your forehead.Â
  the dumpster that you both were behind flew into the air and you were face to face with a Chitauri. It raised itâs gun and shot at your mother. It hit her in the middle of the back, causing her to fall to the ground. You watched as your mom fell to the ground and blood began to pour from her back.
  she slowly lifted her head and reached to touch your face âYou have to run Y/n! Go!â she yelled as the Chitauri drew closer. You turned to look behind you. Run. Thatâs what she wanted you to do, but you didnât want to leave your mom. She was hurt and was the only family you had.Â
  ever watch those youtube videos of children trying to be protective and everyone finding it cute? Yeah those. Well this would have been cuter if you werenât facing an alien that could shoot you in the face with itâs out of world technology.Â
  your tiny 6 year old hands lifted up a piece of plywood from the ground and began to swing it around yelling at them to âGet away from my mom!â thinking back on it, you thought the Chitauri was more confused than threatened. It still walked towards you, raising itâs weapon.Â
  thatâs when something- someone dropped in the middle of both you and the Chitauri. It was a man with shoulder length black hair that was slicked back. He was wearing strange clothing that was dark green and black with some gold lining.Â
  he turned to the Chitauri and waved his hand âRun along creatureâ he said in a formal tone. You kept the plywood in your hands as you didnât know if this strange man was a threat or not. The Chitauri nods to him once before turning away and running out the alley, probably to terrorize other people.Â
  the man turned on his heels and faced you. You had now noticed the golden scepter in his hands. It was curved at the top which was silver with a sharp edge and bottom and hand a bright blue stone in the middle, encased within the gold. He stalked towards you with an overly sweet grin.
  (cue Thanos moment)Â
  âYouâre just adorable arenât you?â he spoke, mostly to himself rather than you. He crouched down to meet your gaze, his eyes an icy blue color. âWere you just about to challenge that Chitauri?â he asked, a slightly amused tone lacing within his words. You nod once, being the shy kid you were and stranger danger. duh
  he nods along with you before looking behind you to see your mother unconscious and on the floor. He doesnât say anything involving her and looks back towards you âHow old are you?â he questions. Your hesitant at first, but tell him â6...and a halfâ one of his eyebrows go up slightly in shock.Â
  âChildren who are willing to stand up to a creature much bigger than them are what we call little warriors. Itâs honorable. If only you werenât a mortal, so feeble and fragileâ he spoke so formaly that your child mind was finding it hard to keep up with him.Â
  his icy blue eyes slowly moved away from you at at his scepter âHmâ he hums before holding his staff up to you. You take a small step back, reasonably scared of the silver blade it had. How else did he think a kid would react. You werenât quite sure why you hadnât run away by now honestly.
  âDo not show fear. That is what will get you killed. Now little warrior. If you wish to protect the ones you care most for. Place your hand on the stoneâ he spoke, pointing towards the blue gem on his scepter. In other circumstances you would have ran away, but your eager child mild thought about your mother.Â
  so you touched it
  you felt a swirling and painful feeling shooting through every inch of your body, causing you to left out a harsh scream. Your vision was covered in a blue like storm. Like a tornado that formed around you. You could no longer see the mystery man and could no longer feel your feet on the ground.Â
  but just as fast as the feeling came it left and began to see black spots cloud every inch of your vision. You felt yourself drift out of consciousness and you black out. The man- Loki watched as you fell to the ground. He reached down and felt for a pulse. Still alive.Â
  he got up and walked over to your mother, waving his hand over her wound and watched it disappear. He places a illusion and a type of force field over the alleyway and leaves to be his freaky weird self at Stark tower.Â
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  2023Â
  (Aka Kodyâs version of Endgame that makes no logical sense)
  after being âblippedâ out of existence for five years you were still adjusting to the change. Your school- Midtown High School had created a program for kids how still needed to finish there senior year. You were placed in a new classroom with a couple of kids you knew and didnât
  the only names you could remember was Ned, Mj, Flash- he was a dick, Betty, Liz, Brad, and Peter. You didnât know any of them personally but had heard thee names enough to look at their faces and remember them. You all were in a class together all day except for lunch and a free period.Â
  you didnât really care much for making friends because you never had the time. After being blipped back you found out your mother wasnât and she had been put in a home. You took care of her for a couple years until she died in her sleep from a stroke.Â
  once you got back you took on a couple jobs to try and raise enough money to buy a small apartment for you. One job was a checking books for damages at a library and the other was stocking shelves at a supermarket along with the occasional dog walking and errand running.
  needless to say you were busy and guilty for what had happen that day to your mother. You tried telling her about the man that had talked to you which you later found out was Loki the god of mischief and he wasnât the greatest of people, but he hadnât been back to earth since.Â
  the powers he gave you were more of a burden then blessing at most times. With the ability you could now throw energy projectile blasts, manipulate others minds, use telepathy, astral project and teleport. It was a lot for a six year old so you ended up never using it.
  that was until you were thirteen and walking to school. You saw a cat in the road laying down. The worst part was a car was coming quickly, speeding actually down the road and the cat was not moving. Your poor animal heart couldnât take it and in an instant you teleported in front of the cat.Â
  you picked it up and teleported back on the sidewalk. You werenât quite sure how you did it, so chalked it up to spur of the moment thing. You ended up keeping the all black cat and naming it Snape. He turned out to be a little shit so it fits.
  after that you started practicing and developing your abilities. Your logic was if you have them at least learn how to use them even if you donât want them. You had refused to use them unless absolutely necessary though. You didnât want to draw attention towards yourself.Â
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  6 months later
  outfit
  you pushed open the door to the classroom with one hand and a box of donuts in the other. âIs Mr. Harrington here yet?â you ask out loud earning a couple noâs in return from what you assumed was Mj and Betty. You nod once and shut the door. You look up and walk towards the table your friends were at
  yeah yeah, you decided to finally get close to these people you were stuck with. Some a bit more than others....Anyway, you took a seat next to Mj and place the box on the table âAll your guys favorites. I know iâm amazing- hold your applause pleaseâ you say, holding up your hand.
  Mj rolls her eyes and slides a coffee cup towards you âHere, since you got donutsâ she shrugs before reaching into the box. You smile and grab the cup. It was still hot. You hear the door open again and turn your head to see Peter and Ned walking âHey guys! Y/n got us donuts!â Betty exclaimed.Â
  they both look up. Peter looks at you and you both lock eyes for a moment before he adverts his gaze quickly. Imagine having a crush on a guy who is a nervous wreck? You found it cute though- in a non weird way. âOh! cool. Thanks Y/nâ Ned says and takes a seat next to Betty
  you give him a half smile as Peter takes a seat next to him. All of you grab a donut and begin to eat. After a couple minutes you hear Peter yelp and look towards him. He reached under the table and rubbed his leg, giving Mj a glare, who gave him one right back.Â
  âSo Y/n. Since midterms is coming up and we've all stuck together this year Peter was thinking of having a small get together at his house while his Aunt is out of townâ Ned suddenly spoke up, taking your attention away from Peter and Mjâs death stares. Your face twinges a bit âWhen is it?â you ask.Â
  âThis Tomorrowâ he says. You had always turn down offers like this because you feel guilty going out while your mother was stuck in a home unable to walk even though she told you to be a teenager multiple times and to stop worrying over her so much, but alas you were a stubborn one.Â
  âIâm working that day-â
  âNo your not. I have your work schedule, both of themâ Mj cut in with her emotionless smile as she took a bite of her donut. How did she know your work- nevermind. You forgot Mj was a genius sometimes and a class A weirdo, but she was your weirdo. âI have to ask Nancy then-â
  âI called her. She said it was okayâ
  you blink mindlessly for a moment before Betty spoke up âYou have Nancyâs number?â she asked, leaning into the table. Mj shrugs her shoulders âSheâs a nice conversationalistâ she says vaguely. You all stare at her for a couple seconds before you think of another excuse.Â
  âItâs Peters party thing.â You say and looked towards the brown haired boy who had been just listening to the chaos âDo you even want me there?â you ask him. Peterâs eyes widen briefly âOf course i want you there!- I- uh i mean yeah your my friendâ he sputters slightly, Ned facepalming behind him.
  Mj grins as she finished her nice fried treat âI winâ she says and you exhale âFine iâll go. It would actually be nice to get out the girls homeâ you admit, leaning back into the chair âNancy still a raging bitch?â Ned said, making Peter and Betty chuckle. His laugh was nice- so was Bettyâs of course eh ha.Â
  âMr. harrington is coming! Hide the box!â Brad yells as he peaks out the door. You all quickly scramble to shove the box in your bag.
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  at the end of class while you were packing your things when you feel a tap on your shoulder. You place your notebook back down and turn behind you. There stood Peter Parker staring back at you nervously âUm- Hiâ he says and you smile lightly âHiâ you say back to him.
  he reached behind and scratched the back of his neck âSo uh- about my party thing tonightâ he starts. You nod slowly âYeah the party thingâ you repeat. âNedâs thinking about bringing Betty as his dateâ Peter sputters out. You purse your lips together into an emotionless smile.
  âOkay...â you trail before going to grab your notebook again when Peter slides it off the table and into his hand. You slowly turn and raise a brow âThank you?â you say and hold out your hand. âWould you like to be my Betty?- Date! i mean date. Would you, Y/n be my date to my party thingâ
  a smile formed on your lips. Not in a million years did you think Peter Parker would break from his shell to finally say something to you. In all honestly you would have made the first move if he didnât make it so damn hard to figure out if he actually liked you.Â
  âIâd like that very much. As long as i get to see your lego death starâ you say. His face goes from nervous and fearing rejection to slight confusion. He lets out a small laugh âAre you using me for my death star?â he asked, his tone a bit more confident than before.
  you gasp, your mouth agape in mock offense âHow dare you accuse me of such things Peter Parker- but yeah your right.â you say jokingly. His smile turns into a wide grin that he is unable to control. You held out your hand again and Peter gives you the notebook.
  âIâll see you tomorrow then?â he asked as you open your bag to place the notebook next to your folder before zipping it up. You look at him and nod âYeah you will. Who knows, maybe iâll wear something niceâ shrugging, you turn around and head out the door.Â
  as soon as you walk out all of that cool and collected confidence melted away and you were left smiling and laughing like a giddy school girl all by yourself.Â
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  Peter Parker asked you out. Peter Parker asked you out
  you were walking home, humming along to the music blasting through your earbuds. You couldnât hear any of the loud ass lovely sounds of Queens. You reach into your jeans back pocket to grab your phone when someone shoulder checks you hard.Â
  you went to curse out this rude stranger when you realize they were running with a worried look. You take out the earbuds and your ears are instantly filled with cracking noises and peoples screaming. You look up and the building next to the one you were standing next to was on fire.Â
  it was an apartment building and the top floors were engulfed in flames. You saw a crowd forming outside of the lobby and cue into there conversation. A woman was crying on the ground while another woman held her âOur sons are still in there! There on the top floor! Please you have to get them!â
  the woman seemed to be pleading to a officer who was keeping people from going inside along with multiple other police men and woman. âMaâam the fire department is on there way. There is a delay due to traffic. Youâll just have to waitâ he says which just makes her cry out, her wife grabbing her tighter.Â
  âWhereâs Spiderman!â
  âSpiderman isnât fireproof!â
  you felt your hands shake a bit. Those boys were stuck up there and you could do something. So why were you standing still? You could help, but you were so scared of losing control and causing more harm then good. All reasoning went out the window when you heard a boy cry for his mom.
  you duck into an alleyway and dig through your bag. You grab your black hoodie and face mask you had always carried for some reason. You just needed something to cover your skin. You take off your flannel sweater and shove it in your bag before slipping the hoodie on.Â
  you take the face mask and put the elastic bands behind your ears and press the metal bar against your nose so it molds against your face. You take a deep breath and pull the hood over your head. Inhaling deeply, you thought about being on the floor and in a blink of an eye, you were gone.Â
  once you open your eyes you see flames licking up the walls and it instantly feels a million times hotter. âSo this is what a rotisserie chicken feels likeâ you mumble. âMommy!â a boy yells and a cry of another one follows. You walk down the hall avoiding the wall with flames.
  you make it down the hall and go to reach for the door handle. As soon as your palm touched it, it seared your skin. You hiss and pull back your hand quickly. Looking at your palm you saw the red skin. âShit. Why didnât i just teleport in?â you thought aloud before poof you were in. You see two boys huddled together.
  you walk towards them âHey! Are you two okay?!â you call out. The older one, around ten maybe looks away from his younger brother who looked a little over three and at you âHelp please. My brother fell asleep and woke wake up!â he cried before bursting into a coughing fit.Â
  âIâm here to help. Just be calm okay? Iâll get you both out of hereâ you say to try and sooth the boy. He nods and tries to stand up with his brother. You step towards him and lift the little boy in your arms. You use your free hand to take the mask off your face and hand it to the boy âPut this onâ
  he takes it from your hands and puts it on his face. You hold out your hand and he grabs it. You give him a quick smile beforeing teleporting back onto the sidewalk. The fire department and paramedics were already at the lobby, getting ready to go in.Â
  the boy lets go of your hand and runs towards his mothers âMommy!â he yells and the two woman look up. âGeorgie?!â the crying woman yells before they both run towards him. You look at the crowd and realize that people had just saw you poof into existence. You quickly look down before anyone can see your face.Â
  shit shit shit shitÂ
  in a haste you walk over to the paramedics who were already walking towards you and hand them the little boy âhe inhaled to much smokeâ you spit out and turn around. Before you could take another step fucking Spiderman just drops down. This couldnât get any worse.
  âHey- person! How did you do that!?â he yells but you teleport into the ally. You lift the hoodie from your body and drop it into your bag. You needed to go home before anyone came around.Â
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  the next day
  Peter had dealt with the situation and avoided press about who the mysterious teleporter was. Mostly because he didnât know and didnât want to spread panic amongst the public. So he decided to contact Tony the next day out of all people, cause duh. He was driven by Happy to the Avengers base.
  once he got out he was waiting in the main area where they had there meetings, which is where we start off. Tony walks through the door followed by Natasha and Steve. Clint was with family at the moment and Tony just gathered who was here at the moment.Â
  âSo kid. No pressure, but if this isnât serious as you say i will revoke your suit privileges for a weekâ Tony threatens making Peter smile nervously. âIt is i swear. So i was walking home from school right? Yeah and this building was on fire so of course iâm the friendly neighborhood Spiderman so i went to go save them-â
  â-skip aheadâ Tony cuts in, Natasha rolled her eyes, folding her arms over her chest. Peter nods fast and coughs a bit before continuing âAnyway this random person in a hoodie like pops out of nowhere- like teleported into the building and saved these two kids and-âÂ
  Natasha raises her hand âThis person you say saved kids? Why are we talking about this again?â she asked. Suddenly the door opens again revealing Wanda and Vision âWell this place needs tighter securityâ Steve says. Tony sighs and looks at them âNo please come in were not busy or anythingâ
  Vision steps towards the group along with Wanda âThereâs an infinity stone on earthâ he spoke rather vaguely. âYeah itâs in your head and the other is with the Wizard- Weâve gone over this people! You need to read your debriefingsâ Tony points at Vision before leaning against the long table.Â
  Peter just sighed as he knew he would be ignored for the next few minutes âI am aware of the of the Time and Mind stone location. There is something with the same signature as the mind stone on earth. Like Wandaâs but weaker and more docile.â he explains.Â
  both Steve and Natasha give him terrified looks âCould it be a mishap from the time traveling? Wanda was anyone else given powers like you?â Steve asked. Wanda shook her head âMe and Pietro were the only people who survived, but they could have continued there experiments?â she suggests.Â
  Tony shakes his head âStrucker was killed by Ultron and anyone who knew about it is the same way or locked up in federal prison. This is something different- wait kidâ he says and turns to Peter âYou said you saw somebody with powers today right?âÂ
  Peter nods to Tony âYeah- i couldnât really tell there face, but iâm pretty sure it was a girl?â he said, quite unsure of his own words. Tony reached into his pocket and pulled out a dry erase market before walking over to the clear board that was set up in the room.Â
  he uses his mouth to bite off the cap of the marker and turns to Steve to spit it out at him. The cap bounces of...well cap. His chest to be more specific and drops to the ground. Steve narrows his eyes, shaking his head slightly at Tonyâs behaviour, but that was normal.Â
  Tony draws a quick messed up bean shape and labels it the Mind Stone âSo what we know is that the mind stone is stuck in âNot Jarvisâ over thereâ he says and draws a short line from the stone drawing to the words âNot Jarvisâ âNow for the people with the mind stone power. Go!â he points randomly behind him.
  Wanda spoke up âPietro and iâ she says, her expression faltering a bit. Vision wraps his arm around her side and pulls her into him. He looked down at her and gave her a loving smile, one that she returned. Peter watched them for a moment. They had such natural love for two unnatural people.Â
  he wondered if he would ever find something similar to what they had. When he thought about it hard enough his mind went to you. You had both gone to school together since you were kids, but were never close or talked in general. That was until junior year when you were placed in his english class.
  Peter took into the fact that you were much quieter then you had been before. You would gaze off into the window and go unnoticed by anyone. You were never really there, just existing in the background. No romantic feelings were involved at the point just curiosity.Â
  then both of you were placed in the program and he got to finally talk to you. Or so he thought. You were still the same, sat in the back, dozing off, but still managing to pass every paper with a C or higher. Peter found it strange that you had not changed one bit.
  ever since the population was âblippedâ back people had been more daring and taking risks, claiming it was there second chance at doing what you really dreamed of and such, but you were just there....existence again. Still the same old girl.
  could you be so content with your life that you would make no change? or was there something in your way, stopping from evolving in life? As you can imagine these thoughts filled Peterâs brain to the point that it physically hurt. Still no feelings at this point, just frustration.Â
  thatâs when Mj noticed his infatuation with you and she decided to take matters into her own hands, per usual. She talked to you after class and invited you to sit with them at their table. Peter thought there was no way youâd take the offer, but you did? Mj was either really convincing or God
  the world will never know
  thatâs when romantic feelings were involved. Peter thought that you would act the same, but just around a group of people but he was so wrong. You actually engaged in conversation. Maybe thatâs what was keeping you from making friends, being scared of making the first move.
  he would always remember the day he saw you smile. It was like it lit up the whole room. All his senses were heightened- more then they already were as Spiderman and it was so weird. Everytime he was around you he felt euphoric in a way.
  he fell hard
  the next six months were spent obsessing over what to say, do, wear, even eat around you even though he knew you weren't the judgy kind of person. It wasnât long until everyone around him except for you knew he had a crush on you, but you just thought he was a nervous guy.Â
  oh god- he asked you out and you said yes. It was almost like he couldnât believe you had actually said yes. Peter didnât think he was a bad looking guy, just that you were so out of his league it was almost comical. What should he wear? What if you both got alone at some point during the party thing?
  âKid!â
  Peterâs eyes averted from the floor and towards the small group. All of them were looking at him with concerned expressions He smiled sheepishly, reaching behind to scratch the back of his neck âSorry- sirâ he says. Tony exhales dramatically âOh iâm sorry are we boring you?âÂ
  Steve shakes his head âHeâs probably thinking about school or something. Heâs still a kid Tonyâ he says giving Peter a nod- yeah school. Totally. Tony waves him away âWhatever. Now that your back on planet earth kid go suit up. Not Jarvis over her can track our mystery chickâ
  Peterâs face lights up âYes Mr. Stark- i can use the bathroom first right?â he says. Tony blinked mindlessly for a couple seconds âYes.....goâ he waved him away. Peter smiles before waving to the rest of them politely. Natasha gave him a warm smile along with Vision and Wanda. Steve was scolding Tony.
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  Peter had his suit on and made his way to the front where Wanda, Vision, and, Tony. âWhereâs everyone else?â Peter asked, walking towards them âWe want to keep a low radarâ Tony said, adjusting some tech on his arm. Peter tilts his head and points at Vision âbut heâs red- no offense!â he says.Â
  Vision looked at his body for a moment âOh yes. One moment pleaseâ he spoke and in a way of yellow magic his body switched from itâs natural red form to a human one. Peterâs eyes widened under his mask, taking a step forward âThat. Is. So. Cool!â he shouts going over to spoke Visionâs arm.
  Vision lifted his arm out for Peter to touch, finding it amusing. Wanda snickered to herself at Peterâs child like wonder. âAlright let's head out before the Kid starts droolingâ Tony interrupts as Happy pulls up in front of the base. Peter quickly snapped his head towards Tonyâs direction.Â
  âIf were trying to keep a low profile. Why am i here in my suit?â Peter questions, crossing his arms. âYou are going to be on a building watching and observing. I signal you if i need youâ Tony explains. Peter sighs in defeat, he was backup....again. At least it was something.
  âOkayâ Peter says. Vision faces Wanda and opens his mouth to speak, but before he could Wanda does âI know, you want me to stay here in case itâs dangerousâ she spoke. Vision let out a small snort, holding back a smile. Did she know him that well?
  duh. I want what they have
  âActually, quite the opposite. I think you coming is a great ideaâ he said, stunning Wanda into silence for a couple seconds âWhat?-â she looks up at him. Vision reaches down and takes his hand into hers. Peter watched, wonderly if he should give them a moment or not.
  âIf this person really has the same powers you then they are just as scared and confused as you were. They might find comfort in knowing they are not aloneâ Vision spoke, Wanda nodding along with him. She understood what he meant and she was glad to help them- the stranger.Â
  âOkayâ
  âAlready love birds and backup into the car. No flying or swinging today. Good old fashion drivingâ Tony ushered everyone out the building.Â
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  outfit
  you were holding a white tote bag full of groceries since you didnât like the plastic ones, walking to the group home. You usually bought non-refrigeratable items every week to keep in your room since the other girls in the home like to steal food that wasnât there's. It sucked, but you had no other options.Â
  turning the corner, you started to walk down a pretty empty backway street. One hand on your bag and another on a switchblade in your brown jacket. A girl needs to protect herself in this day and age with perverted super straight men. More like super small.Â
  you feel your phone buzz in your back pocket and reach behind to grab it. You tap the screen and notice a familiar contact âMy Wifeâ oh it was Mj. She had sent a text âYo, for the thing tomorrow can you bring me that bread from the corner store around your place?â
  did she just text you....for bread? My kind of woman.Â
  you snicker to yourself and drop the handle down your arm and so you could use both hands to text her back âYeah sure. I think you have a problem though. This is your fourth loaf this monthâ you sent the text and shove your phone into your pocket.Â
  looking up you see a woman with long reddish brown hair and a tall man with blond hair. They looked like a couple and were walking towards you. Out of pure social anxiety you were going to put your head down, but were stopped when the man spoke.
  âExcuse me missâ he spoke, very formally and had an accent of some sorts. You stop a few feet in front of the couple. They probably wanted directions. They didnât really look like new yorkers in your opinion. âUm yes?â you say with a polite smile.Â
  in an instant a yellow color enveloped his body and he switched from the normal man to- to- The Vision!? You took a step back The Vision calling out to you âPlease wait!â, turning on your heels to run away. You instantly hit some kind of hard metal, causing you to fall back onto your butt.
  âNot so fast kidâ
  once you look up you see the one and only Tony Stark in his suit- so Iron Man actually. What the fuck was happening? Your heart rate began to speed up. Shit. âI havenât done anythingâ you say quickly. This time the woman with reddish hair spoke- oh shit isnât that the war criminal turned hero?
   âWe know you have some kind of ability, correct?â she asked. She had a slovakian accent. How did they know? Should you tell the truth? You didnât like that Stark was in his suit, it just had âi already see you as a threatâ written all over it, but the woman seemed so kind and gentle with her words.Â
  looking up at her, you nod slowly. The woman offers her hand for you to take and you do. She pulls you off the ground. Once your up she seems to study you âIâm Wanda, you are so young. How old are you?â you look down for a second before back at her. She was so nice âIâm 17âł
  The Vision- or just Vision stood next to Wanda âHow long have you had these abilities?â he asked you, gesturing for you to walk with them âSince i was six, it happened in the 2012 attackâ you explained. Wandaâs eyes widen a bit âSix years old? What monster would give a child that power?âÂ
  âWere walking now, greatâ Stark says and is ignored
  you gulp as you walked alongside them, gathering up your courage to speak. It was still a touchy subject âThe mind stone was in Loki, the god of mischiefs possession at the time, but i cannot see him sharing power with another person let alone a humanâ Vision but in.Â
  âItâs a long storyâ you say, your face cringing slightly as the memories flooded âDo you wish to speak with us in a more private place?â Vision asked. Wanda gave you a warm smile as well. You nod once âYeah that be great.â you say.
  âAlright letâs roll out. The kid is dealing with a bank robbery a couple blocks away, but heâll meet up with us once heâs finished. You two take her back i have to pick up Morgan from school or Pepper is putting me in the doghouseâ Stark said before he flies up into the air. Â
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  Peter had just swung down into the base through the opening in a skylight that Tony installed for quick access. Once he landed on the ground he pulled his mask off and pat the metal spider symbol on his chest. The suit folded into itself until all was left was the metal spider.Â
  he turns into the hallway and makes his way to lab, figuring Tony would have resided there after there encounter with the person. As he walked he felt the hair on his arms and neck stand up in attention. Peter tingle. Peter reached behind him a grabbed an arrow mid air, turning on heels.Â
  he turns around and sees Morgan with her training bow, giggling to herself âHiâ she says with a small smile. Peter smiled and looked at the arrow, the tip was dull so it wouldnât have done any damage âHiâ he says back to her âNice shot by the wayâ he adds.
  Morgan giggles, pushing some of her brown hair from her face. Peter crouches down and hands her the arrow. She doesnât take it and turns around so he could place it in her quiver. It was clearly made my Tony and had her name in red rhinestones. Super techy and cute.Â
  Peter place the arrow in with the rest of them and Morgan turns back around âDo you know where your dad is?â Peter asked and she nods, not saying anything âWhat do you want for the information?â he questions with a mock serious tone.Â
  Morganâs face scrunched up, trying to make it look like she was thinking. After half a second shes smiling brightly again âUp!â she exclaims. Peter chuckles to himself before scooping Morgan up in his arms. He lifts her up and she points down the hall. âTo the lab!â she shouts.
  âYes maâamâ he replies and began to walk down with her. While they walked Morgan began to tell Peter about her day at school and how Tony picked her up in his suit and everyone thought it was super cool. Seems like something Tony would do.Â
  when he made it towards the lab entrance he spotted Wanda and Vision staring into the window that looked into the lab. Peter places Morgan down and she fists bump him before running into the lab. That seemed safe. âPeter your back, are you alright?â Wanda spoke. Peter looked away from Morgan.
  Peter nods âYeah nothing i can handle. Sorry i wasnât thereâ he apologized. Wanda shook her head with a smile âThe situation never escalated. We were able to take her in willingly. Mr. Stark is with her nowâ Vision explained. Peter raised a brow âSo it was a girl?âÂ
  âSheâs only 17. She got her powers when she was only 6. We havenât noticed her because she never uses themâ Wanda says. Peterâs brown eyes widen in size âSix years old?â he mumbled to himself. Wanda gestures to the window they were looking out of.
  Peter steps towards them and turns his head to look into the window. He spots a girl propped up in a tube and unconscious. H/L H/c hair and- oh shit. Peterâs mouth fell open as he now processed what he was seeing in all of itâs reality. âY/n?â he said to himself.Â
  both Wanda and Vision look at Peter âDo you know her?â Wanda asked since before you went into the lab you told them your name and Tony had yet to pull up your name in the database. Peter nods and just watches in shock as Tony stands in front of the tube analyzing your DNA.Â
  âYeah- sheâs in my class. Iâve known her a long time, but we only got close like 6 months agoâ he explains, reaching up to run a hand through his hair âShitâ he huffs out. Wanda looked confused âHow close?â she asked, sensing they were a bit closer then he said.Â
  âi asked her out yesterday. I planned it for weeks just for this to happenâ Peter sighs. Wanda places a hand on his shoulder âDoes the fact that she has powers change the way you feel about her?â she asked. Peter shook his head âNo- i just wish she told meâ
  âFear takes over the mind. As well as rejection over something you cannot controlâ Vision says, tilting his head slightly âBut sometimes you have to take risks. I was made without emotion, but i grew to loveâ he explains. âHer having such abilities should only bring you closerâ
  âbut she doesnât know iâm spidermanâ Peter says with a nervous laugh âWell i think itâs time you tell her, but i can not tell you what to do just adviseâ Vision smiles politely and takes Wandaâs hand into his, placing a kiss on her knuckles. Peter watched for a moment before sighing.
  what to do
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  after tony took all the tests he could do he called up Strange to contact Thor since the god of thunder did not have a phone. They needed to get Loki to earth to explain how he gave a child such powers and/or kill him. That was mostly Tonyâs idea.Â
  Tony got real sensitive when he figured out a child- a girl his daughters age was given such an ability and it suddenly got personal. You were put into a guest room so when you woke up it wouldnât be such a surprise and more cozy then a hospital bed.Â
  your eyes open slowly and your met with a ceiling fan, which is slightly strange. Your room didnât have a fan? You slowly sat up. âI wouldnât move muchâ your head snaps in the direction of the voice and you see..Peter?! sitting in a loveseat next to the bed you were laying on.Â
  âPeter? What are you?- Oh your internship right. I-â shit how were you going to explain to him why you were there. Peter shakes his head âI know why your hereâ he says. This whole demour was different. He didnât seem nervous at all. You exhale deeply âWell shitâ
  âYeah-â Peter raises his arm and a web shoots out from his wrist, grabbing onto the glass of water that was on the nightstand. He pulls it into his hand and hands it to you âOh shitâ you repeated âYour um- What!?â you were in complete shock. Why did he have to this after you just woke up?
  he nods âYeah- iâm Spidermanâ he says, looking down for a moment before back at you. "You arenât weirded out?â he asked. Your face dropped to a deadpan look âI can create portals and teleport. Iâm surprised your not weirded outâ you say back.Â
  âYou can teleport thatâs like- so cool!â and there goes the geek in him. You chuckle to yourself as you take the water from his hand, taking a sip âYeahâ you say. âYou donât seem to like it do you? Wanda told me what happenedâ he asked. You shake your head.
  âI never have. I thought i was weird. I never even told my momâ you say. Peter looked like he didnât know what to say for a moment âYeah i didnât tell anyone either. Then Ned caught me, then May. Mj kinda found out on her own actuallyâ he says, looking like he was thinking back on it.Â
  âThey all know!â you exclaim and he looked taken aback âThey caught me when i flew into my window! Mj is just- Mjâ he throws his hands in the air for a moment. You stifle laughter at his reaction âOkay okay. So the Stark internship is like a coverup?â you ask.
  âYeah. He tracked me down when i first started being Spiderman. Gave me a cool suit- multiple cool suits in exchange that i fight with him against Captain America. That was so long ago now that i think about itâ he says. You nod along. Jeez this was a lot.Â
  once he finished speaking you both sat there in silence for a minute or so âSo-â you start, putting the glass down âI might not be able to go to the party thing.â you say with a laugh. Peter laughs as well âYeah i figured you couldnât. Mr. Stark wants to keep you overnightâÂ
  you sigh. You didnât really want to be stuck in a random place at night with being you didnât know. Even if they were nice, they were still strangers. Peter notices the change in your expression and reaches to grab your hand. You feel your heart race abit as he does.Â
  âI already cancelled the party. I told Ned and Mj the truth, minus the you part and they made up some excuse on how they would move it somewhere else and i wouldnât be comingâ he rubs his thumb over your hand. You look up at him âYou didnât- why would you do that?â
  Peter inhales before speaking âBecause you shouldnât be alone right now and- and because i really like you Y/n. Like a lot- i have for awhileâ he says. Is he confessing right now? Weird timing, but youâll roll with it. âI really like you too Peterâ
  his face lit up like fireworks, you swore you could see an actual sparkle in his eye. He goes quiet again as his eyes slowly move down to your lips. He doesnât say anything, but it is very obvious of what he wants âPeterâ you say and he breaks out of his trance âhuh?- yeah!?â he says with a nervous laugh.Â
  âKiss meâ
  he froze for a second before sputtering âReally?! because i donât want to make you uncomfortable because i really like you and Steve said i should always respect women and their decisions âcause-â you grab the collar of his sweater and plant your lips on his.Â
  you thought he wasnât going to kiss back since he was just frozen. So, you went to pull away but were pleasantly surprised when he grabbed the side of your face, pulling you into a deeper kiss. Holy shit- the nerd had game. Peter must have been really into the kiss because he forgot that air was a thing.Â
  you pulled away and he rests his forehead on yours, smiling like an idiot âIâm sorry i just-â âItâs okay Peterâ you say before he could stumble over his words more. He smiles again and goes to kiss you again but as you go to lean in yo see a little girl in the doorway.
  âShit!â you jump back and Peter looks at you weirdly before you point at the doorway. Peter turns around and his face drops âMorgan. Shouldnât you be waiting in the conference room for Pepper to pick you up?â he says. Morgan giggles and walks over to the bed.
  she looks at you then Peter âSheâs prettyâ she says making you smile a little. Peter chuckles to himself âYeah i knowâ Morgan giggles again before nodding âI approveâ and with that she walked out the room, shutting it behind her. You blinked mindlessly for a couple secondsÂ
  âI feel honoredâ you say and Peter chucklesÂ
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Chapter 338 - Cool that Muzaka can recognise Frankenstein's aura or footsteps or whatever.
- Just sitting on a bench, watching the sunset, as bros do. Muzaka's totally ruining the mood though.
- Never understood why Frankenstein brought a can of cola on a plate. You have a hand that can wrap around it just fine. Love his petty revenge though. 100% approval here.
Chapter 339 - Yeah be more considerate M-21. Karias is bored sparring with a half naked guy who's way weaker than him for the whole day.
- Grui and Gaitan!!! đ„ș But how tf did ppl mistake Grui for woman? Like I can kinda get it for some characters even if I think it means you have bad pattern recognition but him? You can literally see the male muscle anatomy through his clothes.
- Gonna pretend they both have eyebrows because it upsets me otherwise.
Chapter 340 - Kentas and Lunark's hair really makes them look like siblings or cousins in every scene yeesh.
- Not Dark Spear trying to get Tao to exchange his soul for a higher salary ajjsksksk. And Tao calling it stupid,,, yeah me too.
Chapter 341 - "It's not like you really hate M-21, you're just a tsundere" Takeo says to Regis.
- Wonder how Karias would have felt if M-21 had died lol. Just an oopsie I suppose. Came with the job.
Chapter 342 - Ikhan knowing Shinwoo is gonna say something stupid... that's just what having friends is like. Not that he's wrong since I'm pretty sure this is where Shinwoo goes "he must miss Raskreia!" And Seira believing he knows the truth... baby girl no.
- Her confusion when he says it ajsjksososo. He's just stupid sweetheart. Also Yuna, Suyi, I expected better of you two smh.

- Raizel was zoning out the entire time so he's super confused too lmao.
Chapter 343 - First, Third and Crombel having a meeting is hilarious because the former two say it's a shame that they couldn't get Muzaka for Crombel to experiment on. Except Crombel does have him so he says it's fine lying out of his ass. Except we know from future chapters that First was completely aware of Crombel's actions so this itself was a lie to gauge his reaction and and and-
- And now even Regis is being fooled by Shinwoo's dumbness... đ
- Why would you call a guy known for being horrible after Seira rejected him... Like from a comedic standpoint I do enjoy it, but as an actual event I disapprove heavily. Don't associate with Rael, kids.
Chapter 344 - Lunark's annoyed because she just wants to get the job over with while Kentas is the rare werewolf that doesn't want to genocide humans. Not that he's a good guy. He's still willing to kill innocents lol. There's like 0 named/somewhat significant wws who haven't committed a warcrime or some other extremely morally or ethically fucked up thing that can't be forgiven.
- Oh okay Rajak. You can postpone orders to train Regis but not to spend time with your own brother... I get that circumstances are different but it's still super grating.
Chapter 346 - Suyi bullying Shinwoo is my favourite part of the friend group tbh. Queen
Chapter 347- Cool pose. How long did you practice it?

Chapter 348 - Your clothes were cool Grui, why you gotta flex 'em off? I also think the noblesse characters just need to value clothes more in general too. Unless they're picking shirts from the bargain bin of a fast fashion shop worth only a buck, they should strip before fighting so they don't destroy them. I'd honestly get mad at them about it.
- Also his multi colour red and blue is nice.
- Is your face that important bro? You'd think werewolves would find face scars cool.
Chapter 349 - And Regasus went to Regis. Good for him. Fascinating to note that even if Regasus reacted to Regis, it was Gechutel who had to actually send it off. Regasus wouldn't have left if Gechutel didn't let it and if he didn't will it away. I do think there are soul weapons who would leave even if the current wielder didn't want it to but a situation like this is extremely rare so it's likely never happened. Also yeah, only soul weapon to talk to its wielder upon arrival so far lol.
- Anyway Regasus upgraded Regis into Monokuma <3


- On a more serious note I think nobles should do weird eye things more. Gradeus does it most and then Rael and then Regis with this moment. Obviously I think most of these eye things are momentary since Gradeus has his being so long since berserker mode, but thereâs a whole sports team worth of nobles. All of them doing it for a few panels is a lot and I deserve it I think.

Chapter 350 - And the trio arrives to face Gaitan.
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39 for winter prompt please? It will be so cute!!!! College au...
39. iâm ready to pull out my hair because of winter finals when you offer me a free hot cocoa if i use your flashcards to quiz you for your exams
from winter writing prompts here
honestly this IS cute. and i just finished off my last finals myself so itâs topical. college au, with ideas pulled from this headcanon post I made over the summer especially
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Itâs not technically Newtâs spot in the library, because itâs not like heâs stuck his name onto it or anything, and he only gets it about two-thirds of the times he comes in here to study, but he still thinks of it as being his. He usually turns right back around if itâs taken because itâs the best spot in the whole damn building; private, comfortable as hell, by the air vents (so thereâs always a constant supply of either A/C or heat), with two working outlets (not just one), and close enough to the vending machines that Newt can sneak a granola bar or pretzels over while he does his work if he needs to without being snapped at by the librarian at the front desk. (You get crumbs in a computer keyboard one time.) Absolutely optimal circumstances for getting his work done. Newtâs never more productive in his schoolwork than when he sits his ass down in his spot for two hours and plugs in his earbuds.
Of course, on the eve of his massive biochem final, after he trudged all the way across campus in a stupid snowstorm, it would be taken; of course it would be taken by Hermann Gottlieb.
The two of them donât get along by traditional standards, and they donât really get along by Newt standards, either. Hermann is an international student in Newtâs year, on loanâindefinitely at this point, it feels likeâfrom TU Berlin, though his prissy English accent doesnât quite match up to what that and Gottlieb would suggest. He wears oversized, outdated clothing, has an intimidatingly brilliant mind, and typically sports a sour expression which matches his personality pretty marvelously. Newt would consider them rivals, in the sense that theyâre pretty much neck-and-neck for the highest grade in their shared classes. Heâs also Newtâs lab partner. And now heâs in Newtâs spot.
âDude,â Newt says, sadly.
It cuts through the quiet room much more loudly than Newt intended. Hermann, who had been fixated on an imposing stack of notepaper, startles, and almost sends the top few pages floating to the ground. He pushes his glasses back up to glare at Newt. âWhat do you want?â he hisses.
âYouâre in my spot,â Newt says.
Hermann rolls his eyes. âI didnât see your bloody name on it. If youâre going to try to ask me to move, donât bother. Iâm not going to.â He turns a page of his notepaper aggressively; the entire thing is covered in one long equation Newt doesnât recognize, written in Hermannâs cramped, messy scrawl. It must be for one of the two classes they donât have together. âIâve got a final tomorrow morning atââ
âOkay,â Newt says. âWeâll just have to share, then.â He grabs a nearby vacant chair and slides it up against the other side of the desk. Itâs not his spot, but itâs still near the heating vents, and he still has access to the two outlets. As long as he knocks Hermannâs laptop charger out of one, anyway. At least Hermann was the one who took it and not a stranger.
âHm,â Hermann says. He sniffs distastefully.
âIâll be quiet,â Newt says.
Hermann flips another page.
âI hope youâre planning on completing your half of our final lab report,â he says. âItâs due next Tuesday. In case youâve forgotten.â
âJust gotta proofread it,â Newt lies, because he had forgotten it, and he does still need to complete it. Itâs not like itâll take him more than ten minutes though. Itâs under control. He hefts his way-too-heavy tote bag onto the desk, and the whole thing shudders; Hermann grabs the edge of his notepaper stack and eyes him warningly. âAnyway, Iâve got other shit to worry about right now. I have a final tomorrow morning, too.â
âUnfortunate,â Hermann says. âI suppose you wonât be leaving any time soon, then.â
âNot a chance,â Newt says. âSorry, partner.â
They actually work in silence for the better part of an hour. Under normal circumstancesâwhen itâs not finals, when they break apart from the main group for their labwork, or even when they sometimes, sometimes get coffee or a meal in the dining hall togetherâtheyâd be arguing about dumb shit by now, and probably would have been arguing for a while, but Newt suspects Hermann is as tired as he is. And as stressed. And as cold. (They really need to blast the heat in here already, damn it.) Itâs kinda nice, actually, chilling with Hermann like this.
Newt doesnât dare break the calm until he finishes translating his class notes into a stack of index cards, and taps Hermannâs arm awkwardly. Hermann heaves a sigh and fixes those dumb librarian glasses on him. âWhat is it, Newton?â
âCan you quiz me?â Newt says.
Hermann frowns. âQuiz you?â
âPlease?â Newt says. He waves the cards in the air. âPlease, please, please? Youâd really be doing me a solid, dude. Itâs only twenty cards. Or twenty-five. Itâs just some definitions andââ
âNewton,â Hermann says. âI am sorry, but I am simply far too busy to even consider it. Iââ
âLook, what if I quizzed you right back for your shit?â Newt says. âOr got you a snack or something? A coffee? They have those bottles of lattes in the vending machine by the water fountains. Or you can have all the rest of my semester meal swipes, I donât even care, seriously. Or my meal points. You canââ
âNewton, please,â Hermann cuts in. âI donât want your bloodyâswipes, or points. I have enough of my own left as it is. I suppose I could use some caffeine, butâŠâ
âOn it,â Newt says.
The lattes are gone from the vending machine, of course, by the time Newt gets there. His only options are a doubleshot espresso energy drink (which he thinks might send Hermann, who pointedly only picks out the decaf tea bags in the dining hall, into cardiac arrest), or to stick a few quarters into an ancient-looking instant hot drink machine for either watery black coffee or watery hot chocolate. Newt digs around in his pockets and counts his spare change: he has enough for both. Mocha it is. Hope Hermann doesnât mind.
âOh, by Jove, that smells atrocious,â Hermann says when Newt slides it over. He wrinkles his nose. âWhat happened to theâ?"
âAll out,â Newt says. Who says By Jove? He slides over his index cards next, and Hermann picks them up glare. âAlright, letâs get started.â
They power through the stack; Newt does decently, enough to pass the final if he actually remembers all of it, which he thinks means he can call it a night. Hermann declines Newtâs offer to return the favor. âIt would go over your head,â he insists. Like a smug bastard. Whatever. âBut thank you for theâŠâ (He clears his throat.) âCoffee.â
He hasnât even touched it. Newt shrugs. âSure. I guess Iâll call it a night, then.â He begins to shove his shit back into his tote bag. If heâs quick enough (and lucky enough), he might be able to catch one of the campus shuttles on its route past the library before they go out of service for the night, and he wonât have to walk through the snow again. âYou wanna head out with me? We can walk back together from the shuttle stop.â He and Hermann donât really live in dorms too close to each otherâs, because Newt has one of the nicer upperclassman dorms and study abroad students get stuck with the freshman, but theyâre at least on the same half of campus. Theyâve walked back from class together sometimes before.
âAh, no,â Hermann says. âIâve got more work to do, Iâm afraid. Itâll be some time before Iâm finished.â
There are dark shadows under his eyes; Newt feels a twinge of sympathy. The thought of Hermann having to walk all the way back to his dorm, in the snow, and the dark, and the cold, all alone⊠âHey, look,â Newt says. âWhat if I waited for you?â When Hermann begins to protest, Newt adds a quick lie: âIâm pretty sure I already missed the last shuttle, anyway, and I hate walking back home alone. Itâs creepy.â
Hermann hms, and he shakes his head, and thenâto Newtâs surpriseâhe nods. âOnly if youâre sure,â he says.
âTotally,â Newt says.
He smiles and drops back down in his chair. He might be imagining it, but heâs sure (when Hermann returns the smile) that Hermannâs ears have gone a little pink.
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Rossiâs Niece Part 2
Iâm kind of in love with writing this story and donât think this will be the last part.
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Part 1
x female reader
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The team had wrapped the local case that week, then caught a new one in Missouri barely 24 hours later. Meaning Spencer and Y/N had yet to have their first date. There was no shortage of texting and even a few calls between the two, however Spencer couldnât help but fear he would lose her before he even had her.
Those fears were severely lessened as his phone buzzed on the jet ride home from the Missouri. He smiled as he saw Y/Nâs Name light up the screen
Y/N Rossi: Hey there stranger, I hear youâre on your way home :).
Spencer immediately smiled widely. catching himself as to not tip off his team mates as he typed a response
Spencer <3: Are you keeping tabs on me ms Rossi?
Y/N Rossi: I might be! Y/N Rossi: You do owe me a date you know... I have to keep track of my debts. Canât let you off the hook too easily.
The text caused him to smirk. The first smile may have been ignored by his team but at this point Derek wasnât taking his eyes off of him and Rossi had a knowing smile on his face as he read his files. He types out an answer quickly.
Spencer <3: Good! I donât wanna be let off the hook! How about tonight at 7?
Y/N Rossi: Iâd love that, but arenât you tired? You are just getting home!
Spencer <3: We solved the case yesterday afternoon, but the jet wasnât ready until today. I got a full nights sleep before we boarded! Spencer<3: Plus I donât like to leave my debts unpaid for too long ;)
Y/N Rossi: Perfect! Tonight it is then, I canât wait! Safe travels. Iâll see you at 7.
Spencer<3: I cant wait either Y/N.
âAlright pretty boy whoâs the girl?â Morgan asked, bursting Spencerâs happy bubble. âWhat?â He replied âDonât act dumb 187â Morgan quipped. âIâm not! Just, how do you know itâs a girl?â He asked âWell I know for a fact youâre into girls... and you donât smile that way unless your smitten so sheâs got to be a fine piece-â âWATCH YOURSELFâ Rossi interrupted causing Morgan to look at him confused, and Aaron to join the conversation.Â
âRossi what- OH MY GOD! Itâs Y/N!â Morgan yelled. âSeriously a man can have no secrets!â He shrieked                     âNot around here!â Aaron joked.                                   âWhy do you wanna keep my niece a secret Reid?â Rossi jabbed, clearly kidding yet still causing Spencer to stutter.
âI- I donât but we donât need Morgan asking a million questions when we havenât even gone on a real date yet. I donât need this messed up before it starts!â He said looking down shyly.
âOoooo HES got it bad!â Morgan laughed bumping Rossiâs shoulder. âHeâs not alone, if I have to spend another dinner hearing about how âhandsomely adorableâ he is I might cut my own ears off.â Rossi laughed
âShe said that?â Spencer blushed. âYeah. trust me kid, she wonât let this shmuck scare her awayâ he pointed to Morgan. âSheâs just as smitten with you.â                            âThe way she was looking at you that day at the school, I can tell you your feelings arenât one sided.â Hotch added
This caused Reid to smile as he responded. âI still think she deserves to be treated with more respect than bragging about how beautiful she is to someone she barely knows, and her uncle and fake uncle for that matter.â âWhile I agree she deserves respect, calling her beautiful doesnât bother me and Iâm sure wouldnât offend her, just donât talk like this pig.â                    âI second thatâ Said Hotch.                                       âHey! I didnât know she was a Rossi!â Derek feigned being offended.
âI get the whole being respectful thing, but come on kid give us something!â Derek joked.Â
âI really like her, we have a date tonight. Thatâs all Iâm giving you!â Spencer conceded. âWay to go pretty boy!â Derek joked âRemember, daisies!â Rossi said looking back down. âIâm against gossiping but not against help! Any suggestions for dinner?â Spencer admitted. Rossi and Hotchâs eye brows peaked up in excitement. âSo youâll use our knowledge but not talk to us?â He joked âHey Iâm just trying to make this date as nice as possible. She deserves it.â Spencer smiled. âI canât argue thereâ Rossi agreed as he begins to list things he knows y/n loves.
As the team headed back to the BAU from the jet Spencer finalized his plans. He underestimated how lucky he was to have Rossiâs knowledge of y/n to help him plan his and y/nâs date. He had learned that she loved Italian food (obviously) but usually only if it was homemade. There was one place in the city however that she loved. She didnât believe in perfect Rossi told him, âso donât plan perfect just plan for fun and make her laugh and sheâll be happy.â Hotch also added that if he took her for ice cream sheâd forgive just about anything!
Spencer headed home to get changed so get changed and pick y/n up. He called the restaurant ahead of time and put his name in. He put on nice pants, a button down and his favorite cardigan and headed out the door. It had been a nice day so he thought they could walk to the restaurant, it wasnât too far from her apartment building. Plus walking is romantic right? He thought to himself.
While Spencer was overthinking his plans, Y/N was overthinking just about everything, she had changed about 5 times before her phone rang and showed her Uncleâs name.
âHey Zio , whatâs up.â She asked âOh no! I can hear the stress patch through the phone!â Rossi said, referring to the bright red blotch that formed on her forehead when she was stressed. âGreat, now I have that to worry about too!â She growled. âTesoro, you could open your door in pjs and horror movie make up and that boy would still fall at your feet!â He chuckled. âBut uncle Dave!â She started âY/N Spencer canât hear your name with out blushing! Anything you wear, or say, or do, heâs still going to be crazy about you.âHe said, causing the tenseness in Y/Nâs chest to dissipate. âThank you Zio, that was actually really helpful! âHe quizzed me and Aaron on Y/N trivia the whole plane ride home to make your date âperfectâ.â He admired. âReally?â Y/n said blushing. âWhat did you say?â âFirst of all to drop the word perfect!â He joked. âThatâs all he needed to know.â She laughed. âI gave him a few pointers, he looked like he was in a panic himself.â He said as he heard a knock on her door through the phone. âAlright Tesoro, have a great night! And I know I donât have to tell you this but, be careful with his heart.â He said before hanging up. She could tell there was a story there, but she was guessing it was one sheâd have to learn from Spencer him self in time.
She took one more deep breath and went to open the door. On the other side was Spencer, looking handsome as ever and holding a bouquet of daisies for her. âMaybe him being close to my uncles does have its perksâ she thought. âHi.â He said shyly but smiling. âHey there, come on in Iâll get my sweater!â She said âGreat, these are for you!â He said handing her the flowers. âI may have gotten a few tips from your uncle, but I didnât want to cheat too much so I also got you these.â He said holding out a box of chocolates from the cafe she loved down the block from.
âOh man you have been talking to my uncle!â She gasped taking the flowers and box. âI have, but the chocolates were all me! No hints!â He smiled âReally? Well good guess! These are my favorites!â She kissed his cheek and told him she was ready. He double checked if she was okay with walking, she was, so off they went.
For a date that started out, dare I say, perfect it took a turn pretty fast. The conversation and company were perfect but the circumstances, not so much. Walking to the restaurant, Y/N tripped over the sidewalk, she caught herself, with Spencerâs help. However she twisted her ankle a bit. She swore she was fine, so used to being a clutz that she could power through. Once they got to the restaurant, they were told that they lost their reservations.
Y/N could sense that Spencer was feeling awful and assuming that the date was ruined. She put her hand on his arm and assured him everything was okay before telling him that they did take out and her favorite way to eat was a picnic. He smiled widely and placed their take out order. They sat in the waiting area and got to know each other a bit before taking their meals to a near by park y/n suggested.Â
As they sat down at a picnic table Spencer took Y/Nâs hand. âHey, Iâm really sorry-â he started âIâm not!â she stopped him. â-but this was supposed to be special and it got all messed up.â Spencer said. âNot the way I see itâ she corrected him. âSpencer, I know you know that I donât like perfect, I like fun.â She continued and he nodded. âWell so far, Iâm having a lot of fun! I really like spending time with you, I donât care where. Plus this is my favorite food in my favorite park with someone who I could easily see becoming one of my favorite people. So overall, Iâd say this is pretty close to perfect.â She smiled.
Spencer loved the feeling he got from hearing her say those things about him. He was beginning to see that she was right, the date was amazing, even if it wasnât perfect. They ate their meals and talked about their lives and families, jobs and dreams. Overall it was a wonderful date. After they finished eating Spencer stood up and took her hand in his, asking if she wanted to go for a walk with him. She smiled and nodded.
Half way through their walk it started pouring rain. Usually this would make Spencer panic again about ruining the date but before he could even think about it he heard Y/Nâs laugh. He had to admit it was his new favorite sound. He looked over at her to see her giant beautiful smile and he couldnât help but laugh as well. Not just any laugh, one of those laughs thatâs starts and doesnât seem like it will ever stop.
âYou know what your supposed to do when it rains on a date?â Y/N asked between laughs. Spencer smiled and took her by surprise by saying âYou dance in it?â while holding out his hand to her. She took it and he spun her into him âexactlyâ she smiled up at him.
They danced around the park in the pouring rain until they were both soaking wet. âI should get you home! Iâd really love to take you on another date and I donât want to have to wait because one of us catches a cold.â Spencer said causing Y/N to smile.
âI love dancing in the rain with you, walking in it should be fun too.â She smiled and linked her arm through him.
When they got to Y/Nâs apartment building they stood just under the overhang out of the rain. âWell tonight surely didnât go as planned, but I had a lot of fun with you Y/N.â Spencer said as he took her hand in his. âMe too Spence, and about that second date you mentioned earlier? Iâd love to.â She smiled. âSaturday?â He asked hopefully and she nodded. âPerfect, good night Y/N.â Spencer said, kissing her cheek and then started to pull away. âSpenceâ Y/N Said as she grabbed his wrist and pulled him back into a kiss. At first he was shocked but that didnât last long. He kissed her back with in seconds. They both pulled away smiling. âSorryâ She said sweetly. âI really didnât want you to leave with out doing that.â They laughed. âI didnât either.â He admitted. He kissed her again and then went on his way. He ended up walking to a cafĂ© down the street and calling a cab. He enjoyed walking in the rain with her, but doing it alone wasnât as fun.
The next day at work Rossi and Aaron walked up to Spencerâs desk with Morgan in toe. âSo, how was the date? Y/N didnât say much except that sheâs happy and thereâs a second one.â He said âAnd while thatâs all I need to know I want more info!â âWell it definitely wasnât perfect!â Spencer said with a gigantic smile. âThatâs what I like to hearâ Rossi said slapping him on the back. âIâm confused.â Morgan said causing the other men to laugh harder.
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Top 10 Personal Favorite Hit Songs from 2020
You know, when I finished my latest list and realised every decade had the same pattern and that we were slowly going towards a series of great years for pop, I didnât realise how good that year would be.
Whatâs at the top? Am I boringly predictable because I already said I loved that song all the way back in January 2020? Letâs find out.
Disclaimers:
Keep in mind Iâm using both the year-end top 100 lists from the US and from France while making these top 10 things. Thereâs songs in English that charted in my country way higher than they did in their home countries, or even earlier or later, so that might get surprising at times.
Of course there will probably be stuff in French somewhere on this post. We suck. I know. Itâs my list. Deal with it.
My musical tastes have always been terrible and Iâm not a critic, just a listener and an idiot.
I have sound to color synesthesia which justifies nothing but might explain why I have trouble describing some songs in other terms than visual ones.
So. Uh. How was your 2020?
Mine was actually surprisingly good, considering. Iâm lucky enough to have a job that I can partially do from home, and I was extremely paranoid from the get-go and nobody got sick under this roof so far. Turns out Iâm even better at my job from home and I got permission to work from home one day per week even after the health crisis is over! My first name was also finally officially approved and I canât tell you how happy I feel about that. I almost feel bad to have had such a good year considering the circumstances. I feel like an asshole just because Iâm happy, haha.
The only frustrating part was that I was supposed to see Hatari in concert in Paris in early April which, as you can guess, was cancelled. Iâm not too mad about it though, since their tour was called âEurope will crumbleâ and the message saying the tour was cancelled started with âsince Europe is actually crumbling due to Covid-19âł and thatâs hysterical.
Good or interesting albums that came out in 2020 now, letâs see.
Nightwish released Human/Nature, which was a huge letdown compared to their previous album, but I will relisten to it at some point to make sure I wasnât just in a bad mood that day.
The Birthday Massacre released Diamonds, which might be their weakest album since their debut, but contained some real gems (I listened to The Last Goodbye on a loop, it floored me. Flashback and Enter are also very good).
The 1975 released Notes On A Conditional Form, and letâs be real, itâs a fâcking mess. You could cut half the tracks and end up with an excellent album, but as it is itâs like, yes, a collection of notes ; however thereâs some truely excellent shit on it (see unelligible songs).
Thanks to a friend on a discord server I was exposed to Dorian Electraâs music and I havenât been quite the same ever since. Iâm so happy to be alive to see other enbies making such great music with an insanely good aesthetic surrounding it and asking so many interesting questions about gender. Also the arc the âgentlemanâ character goes through over the course of the entire tracklist of the 2020 My Agenda album is absolutely hilarious, donât @ me.
I also discovered 100 Gecs this year. Why are most of you guys saying itâs unlistenable garbage. Itâs just as abrasive and over the top as industrial music is, but with none of the edginess or drama. I love it. What the hell. But yeah Tree of Clues was released this year. Good.
Speaking of industrial, in March 2020 Nine Inch Nails were like âhey remember when we released Ghosts I-IV a decade ago entirely for free and how amazing that was? Well weâre all in lockdown and bored as hell so hereâs Ghosts V-VI and itâs also free. Enjoyâ and I fâcking died instantly. And itâs even better than I-IV. What the hell was that year
Jonsi released Shiver. Itâs strange and highly experimental. Iâm pretty sure itâs a good thing I was into hyperpop this year, otherwise going from his previous material straight to this album would have been brutal.
Yadda yadda yadda After Hours by the Weeknd good yadda yadda.
Iâve joked about that already but if you had told me in 2019 that 2020 would have fires, a pandemic, riots, monoliths appearing and disappearing, and also a super good Machine Gun Kelly album, guess which part I would have found the most ridiculous. But yeah uh. Tickets to my Downfall good
So uh this year I tried to listen to some hyperpop and liked it a lot, and I also dipped my toes timidly into screamo and listened to Svalbard, who released When I Die this year, and the entire album was a very beautiful, very intricately decorated punch to the face. It sounds like God Is An Astronaut except with a shit ton of yelling. I love it. Open Wound is my favorite track on it.
But no, despite all of this, my album of the year was from a band I had never even heard about before that year, called Spanish Love Songs. The album is titled Brave Faces Everyone and itâs line after line after line of extremely relatable generational angst but yelled with complete sincerity and itâs so propulsive and energetic you canât help but feel both exhausted and ready to fight the entire universe. I donât know how it works, but itâs incredible. The entire album is wonderfully brutal, so itâs kind of difficult to pick my favorite songs on it, but Beachfront Property and the title track stand out.

Unelligible songs, now, and thereâs, uh, quite a few of them too so Iâm also gonna use bullet points. Good lord this post is gonna be long.
First, let me say I have literally no idea why Midnight Sky by Miley Cyrus wasnât a bigger hit. Itâs not on the year-end US top 100 and it feels extremely wrong. Would have made it to #4 on this list otherwise.
I still entertain the vague hope that stuff from Machine Gun Kelly will chart higher in 2021 but I doubt it will happen so I might as well tackle it now and say that Bloody Valentine and especially Forget Me Too are both excellent and that itâs a shame radios arenât playing them more often.
Heaven by the late Avicii featuring Coldplay should have charted in 2019 and still didnât chart in 2020 and thatâs a real shame.
If the world was a bit less unfair, Lovesick Girls by Blackpink would have been a hit rather than the awful Ice Cream.
One day I will stop complaining about my bafflement concerning the lack of mainstream pop charts success of The 1975. Today is not that day. I just love how they keep making songs about extremely awkward relationships full of weird details, and I havenât grown tired of that yet. So yeah If Youâre Too Shy is about a guy whoâs crush is asking him to get naked on Skype in his hotel room and heâs, uh, not too sure about that idea.
And Me & You Together is about a guy who never finds the right moment to tell his best friend heâs in love with her, and he manages to do so at the end and itâs cute as hell. My fave part is âI'm sorry that I'm kinda queer / It's not as weird as it appears / It's 'cause my body doesn't stop me (Stop me) / Oh, it's okay, lots of people think I'm gay / But we're friends, so it's cool, why would it not be?â. Relatable as fâck.
And now for an international hit that should have been bigger in the US and/or in my country but wasnât: Head & Heart by Joel Corry and MNEK.
Iâve heard Nos CĂ©lĂ©brations by Indochine extremely often on French radio for months now so I was very surprised to see that it didnât crack the local year-end list. What happened.
I can finally hear the appeal of Bring Me The Horizon. It took me ages. And also Death Stranding. The song Ludens isnât in the game per say, but itâs among the ones you can pick to broadcast briefly when people drive by your constructions, and long story short it's been living rent-free in my head for months now.
Phew.
Itâs time for a round of Honorable Mentions for elligible songs, containing a couple of guilty pleasures, which is saying something considering the kind of shit I put on some of my previous lists.
Ne Reviens Pas (Gradur et Heuss lâEnfoirĂ©) - Heuss is a French artist that kept baffling me while making my lists for the previous years, and I was like â??? ok, thatâs it then, I guess Iâm getting too old to get what teenagers find funnyâ. This one worked for me, though. And the music video doesnât hurt. Really dumb and really fun.
Adore You (Harry Styles) - Perfectly good little pop song, very pleasant to listen to, never outstayed its welcome for me.
Mood (24kGoldn) - This doesnât sound like a very good relationship, my dude, but thatâs still a super pleasant song.
WAP (Cardi B & Megan Thee Stallion) - This song is absolutely hilarious and I will hear no argument from any of you.
Control (Zoe Wees) - Was clearly a hit here. Should have been even bigger though. What a powerful but comfy voice. If I had better taste it would be on the list.
Hot Girl Bummer (Blackbear) - I. Uh. Listen. I keep saying I have bad taste and nobody believes me. Do you believe me now. But yeah. âFâck you, and you, and you~, I hate your friends and they hate me tooâ is gonna pop in my head every single time someone is being a jerk anywhere near me now. Itâs been happening all year already. Someone trashed my documents at work? Someone isnât wearing a mask in public? That guy has filled his car with rolls of toilet paper? Brain goes âFâck you, and you, and you~â. Every. Single. Time.
Come & Go (Juice WRLD & Marshmello ) - Damn, thatâs a pretty good little song. Iâve seen plenty of people saying itâs ruined by the drop, but may I remind you Iâm the person who loves Blue by Eiffel 65 with all my heart. If the song was ramping up consistently until the end instead of ending like that, it would have made the list, definitely.
And now, the actual list. This one actually feels pretty solid, I genuinely like everything on it, thereâs no filler here for once.
10 - The Box (Roddy Rich)
US: #3 / FR: #23
Now this is a weird case, because for the longest time I couldnât figure out why this song was so popular and I was completely neutral about it. Then, one morning in September, my mental jukebox (which always, always puts a song on a loop in my head when I wake up) decided to play it. And I was like oh wow?? I never noticed the atmosphere in that song before? Itâs so great. And that hook too. Letâs listen to it.
So yeah, I donât know what happened. It just clicked one day and everything fell into place, I guess.
9 - Alane (Wes & Robin Shulz)
US: Not on the list / FR: #93
Come on. You canât do a remake of one of my previous #1 songs and let it chart in 2020. Thatâs cheating. Even with this subpar drop, I have to put it on the list, now.
Iâve already said my piece about the original, so Iâm just going to send you back to my 1997 list.
8 - Kings and Queens (Ava Max)
US: Not on the list / FR: #76
[BBC documentary voice] After Lady Gaga decided to make piano balads and left her musical niche vacant, Ava Max quickly took her place as the top predator pop diva. Even after Lady Gaga was re-introduced to her natural habitat in 2020, she still hasnât fully recovered in Europe, where Ava Max still reigns supreme on the charts -
(tldr I think itâs hilarious that this isnât on the US Billboard while Lady Gaga isnât on the French year-end top 100)
7 - Roses (Saint Jhn & Imanbek)
US: #19 / FR: #3
What an earworm. It doesnât even bother trying to have an intro or an outro, so it loops almost perfectly. Itâs like entering a party that started long before you arrived, and it will go on long after you leave it to go back home. Kind of hypnotic in a way.
And yes, my mental jukebox was very fond of using it to wake me up this year, so this is another song thatâs here almost solely because of that.
6 - Physical (Dua Lipa)
US: Not on the list / FR: #69 (hehehe)
âHey Iâm not that oldâ says the guy whoâs definitely a sucker for this kind of retro throwback that was so popular this year. Oh well.
I donât have anything interesting to say about this one, though. Apart from the fact that everyone seems to have a different fave song on that album. Guess thatâs quality for you.
5 - Rain on Me (Lady Gaga & Ariana Grande)
US: #48 / FR: Not on the list
That is far from being Lady Gagaâs best song, but it was a joy to listen to everytime it was on the radio anyway. Also Ariana Grande has surprisingly good chemistry with Gaga! This year was full of strange duets mostly made for commercial reasons, and this one isnât an exception, but unlike a lot of them, it really, really works.
4 - Dynamite (BTS)
US: #38 / FR: Not on the list
Iâm still not 100% sold on k-pop even if a ton of it sounds super good, but come on. Even if some bits of this song (especially the beginning of the second chorus) sound a bit like they were made on autopilot, it still sounds just as happy and fun several months after I first heard it and I never got tired of it. Thatâs quality. You hear it and you canât help but tap your feet and smile.
Actually, Iâm sure thereâs people somewhere that donât smile when they hear this song. And they must be avoided at all costs.
3 - Godzilla (Eminem ft Juice WRLD)
US: #62 / FR: Not on the list
What are you doing so high on this list, old man. Why are you still here in the year 2020. I thought we left you in the previous decade. Who gave you the right.
Iâm gonna tell you who did, and itâs actually Juice WRLD. Because that chorus is incredible, and like a lot of people Iâm pissed off because the guy died super young and this shit shouldnât happen to anybody. No, his early material wasnât great, but Iâm sorry Iâm gonna say it again: have you heard this damn chorus? Itâs suspenseful and dark, itâs got this lowkey menacing quality, itâs an earworm and a half, and itâs more convincing in like six lines than Eminemâs own flexing is in the entire song.
The beat is extremely good as well, and the flow, obviously, impressive. The weakest link is Eminemâs writing, which is as usual full of puns and weird wordplay, except here a lot of it isnât great, and that last ultra fast part at the end is technically impressive but it also drives the song up a cliff and stops it dead in its tracks once itâs over. But frankly the lines fly by so fast itâs difficult to be too annoyed by them.
Can I sincerely put this extremely flawed song so high on my list? A better question would be âdid I spend hours trying to learn how to sing this shit without choking on my own spit?â. The answer is yes. To both.
2 - Heartless (The Weeknd)
US: #28 / FR: Not on the list
Iâve said it on my 2015 and 2016 lists already, but just for the record Iâll say it again: it took me ages to like The Weeknd, mostly because I found most of his songs fairly boring, or disliked the lyrics, or both. Also I never really liked the general vibe of his âsexyâ songs like The Hills, they felt dark but in an unpleasant creepy way. Felt like miserable hedonism, if that makes sense.
So, because Iâm a person with extremely consistent and logical tastes, hereâs the exact same shit he was making before, except that this time I absolutely adore it.
What is he doing differently that makes the whole After Hours album click for me whereas almost all of his previous material failed to do so? Is it the energy? Is it the reverb? Is it the fact that the narrator sounds properly unhinged and, frankly, scared to be spiralling out of control? Why are the colors so beautiful yet full of anxiety? Why is that bridge so fantastic? How can you make your voice look like a glowstick in the dark?
I give up. I have no clue. At least Iâm done talking about-
Oh.
1 - Blinding Lights (The Weeknd)
US: #1 / FR: #1 (listen sometimes somethingâs just that good, ok)
Surprise. Or not.
Wow, look at that, Johannes has put this yearâs number one pop song at number one on their personal playlist. The audacity. The edge. What a hot take.
I discovered that song when it first came out at the end of 2019 and I adored it instantly. And I was so scared it wouldnât be a hit. Which means Iâm a fâcking dumbass considering it ended up breaking all sorts of records in 2020. But what can I say, overplay can be a blessing when you love a song that much.
Like every single song I put at number one on one of my lists, I will draw this one at some point and you will understand how incredibly satisfying it is to listen to a song called Blinding Lights, talking about city lights looking blurry when youâre driving at night, while looking itself like a bunch of blurry city lights passing by super fast. Perfect in every way.
Also it sounds exactly like A-ha, and that never hurts.
See you next year! Pretty sure it will be even better music-wise.
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Blood for Blood: An Owl House Story Chapter 1 Part 6
Hello all, this part 6, and the last part of chapter 1! Everybody clap your hands!!
As Luz walked down the halls of the Conformatorium, she spotted King and Eda fiercely waving to her up ahead. As she made her way over, she spotted King desperately clawing at the, admittedly impressive, door.Â
âHey, kid. âBout time you got here! Come on, the Wardenâs currently distracted tormenting some poor helpless creature.â The reminder of what Tiny was going through, and Edaâs seeming indifference to her suffering, almost made Luz snap at the witch. Almost, that is, if it werenât for the slight shift in her eyes as she said it.Â
Luz calmed down; Eda was every bit as bothered by what the Warden was doing as she was, but they had a mission, and she had to focus. Eda wasnât being callous, she was focusing on what she could actually effect.
Forcing herself to smirk, she gently pried King away from the doors. âYou donât need to do that little conqueror. You got a human with you this time, remember?â
âYeah, but the feel of my crown, so close yet so far from my grasp is driving me crazy!â King stomped his foot in outrage. Luz wisely held back the part of her that wanted to say âdonât you mean crazy-er?âÂ
The sight of Eda fondly shaking her head at the little demonâs antics helped ease some of Luzâs mood. As they opened the doors, Luz barely had time to blink before King hurled himself forward, eager for his treasure... only to be stopped and shocked by the barrier of energy barring his path.
âUh, King? Human first, remember?â With a bemused stare, Luz moved past the dazed demon and easily crossed the threshold, which all but immediately started collapsing behind her. Huh, guess they half to re-cast whatever spell made that barrier every time itâs breached. Good to know for future reference.Â
The sheer bevy of junk, treasures, and confiscated goods that surrounded Luz made her feel like she had stumbled upon a hoarderâs private stash, even more so than Edaâs house did. As she walked towards the center, Luz caught sight of the pedestal in the middle, and the crown resting on top. As Luz got a closer look at it, she noticed how familiar the crown was-Â
âYouâve got. To be kidding me.â Deadpanning, she took the crown in hand, and gently plopped it on Kingâs head.
It was a crown all right. A BURGER QUEEN Crown, the kind they gave out in kidsâ meals back home.Â
âYES! I CAN FEEL MY DARK POWERS RETURNING!! You there! Creature of darkness!â As King exulted over his âreclaimed power,â he dramatically posed at a nearby stuffed rabbit. âYou shall be a general in my army, and I shall call you Francois!â
As King played, Luz turned a flat stare onto Eda. âThat crown doesnât give him any kind of power outside of his own head, does it?â The wry smirk she got in return told her all she needed to know.
âHa! Of course not. Itâs just some dumb little thing I found while looking through my scrap that he took a liking too.â Suddenly, Eda hunched over, suddenly looking older, more tired. âAh, who am I kidding. Look kid, Luz, me and King? All we have in this world is each other. So if that stupid crown is important to him,â She turned a soft, warm smile onto the joyous demon. âThan itâs important to me- Are you crying!?âÂ
Luz was indeed crying. What could she say, that was beautiful!! Still, she managed to stifle her tears long enough to voice what was on her mind.
â*Sniffle* As touching as this is,â And it really, really was, âI spotted the Warden earlier on my way here, and I think this whole thing might be a trap.â As comprehension, and tired resignation, dawned on her face, Eda summed up the situation perfectly.
âAw crap.â
âIndeed.â As the ominous voice of the Warden sounded out, Luz couldnât even let out a shout of warning as the Axe-Hand-Arm-Thing that was his right arm currently effortlessly cleaved through Edaâs neck.Â
Luz did not panic easy. And this certainly wasnât the first severed head she had handled. But she had to admit, she was much closer than usual to her breaking point.
She did not expect Edaâs head to yell in pain. âOW! Darn it, I always hate it when that happens.â Seeing at how nonchalant Eda seemed to be at being a severed head, Luz decided to ask what was bugging her before she lost her nerve.
âI gotta know, is this a âWitch Thingâ or a âYou Thing?ââ
âHonestly? I think this might be a me thing, but I do think other Witches might be capable of it under the correct circumstances.â
Before Luz could process that little tidbit, one of the nearby guards rushed her, pinning her arms behind her back (badly, she noted). She watched on as Wrath picked up Edaâs head.Â
âI finally captured you, Eda the Owl Lady. I knew that if I took your petâs toy,â With that said, he reached over to King, who had stopped celebrating at the trouble around him, and crushed the crown, eliciting a cry of despair from the small demon.Â
âThat you would come running.â Luz was really starting to not like the sound of this, and neither was Eda, going off her face. âAnd now, I want you... to go out with me.âÂ
What? The cheers of support from the guards confirmed that, yep, Luz had heard that right. And she hated what she was hearing. As Wrath monologued, talking about how attracted he was to Edaâs ability, and how she wasnât really in a position to say no, Luzâs disgust peaked.
âI hate everything your saying.â That, apparently, wasnât the smartest thing to say, as Wrath lashed at her in rage. Apparently, his arms were shape-shifting tentacles. If he werenât suck a colossal prick, that would probably be pretty cool!Â
Now pinned in place on the ground, you would think Luz would be in trouble, but if anything, Wrathâs temper tantrum gave her the opening to slip herself one of her knives. And as Eda starting toying with Wrath, and Luz really tried not to laugh at the raspberry she gave and Wrathâs reaction to it, she knew her opening would be coming right... about... now!
As Edaâs body, which had been secretly inching closer to Wrath with her staff, whacked the angry demon over the head, Luz spun herself, breaking the grip the guard holding her down had, lashing out with her knife for his tendons; she wouldâve aimed at the torso, bigger target and all, but she didnât know how different Witch Anatomy was from a humanâs to ensure she didnât hit something fatal.Â
As the other guards rushed her, apparently preferring to take on the human child than face off against the grown witch currently going toe-to-toe with their boss, Luz swept their legs out beneath them, aiming deep cuts in their shoulders to hamper their movements further.
Just as she was about to move, Eda suddenly collided with Luz, as the two of them and King were suddenly hurled through the new hole in the wall. Wow, Wrath and Eda mustâve been causing some serious mayhem.Â
âAlright, listen Luz.â Her attention pulled to Eda, Luz barely held in a wince, Eda was pretty banged up. âI need you to take Owlbert here,â she indicated her staff, and pulled out the key she used with the portal, âand get yourself home. You held up your end of the deal, now itâs my turn to hold up mine.â
As Luz was suddenly scooched onto Owlbert, the staff had a name huh, her brain managed to process what was happening. They were sending her back, and taking on that maniac Wrath who, wow, could apparently breath fire. âBut what about you guys?â
For some reason that felt strange, King spoke up first. âHA! This is nothing, you shouldâve seen her last boyfriend.â The retort he got from Eda, and the clear laughter on his face, helped ease some of Luzâs concern.
âUgh, you little menace.â Deciding to turn away from King, Eda turned to Luz, hoping to convince her before Wrath spotted them. âDonât worry about us. Weâve been through some pretty tough scraps before, and weâve always come out fine in the end. Iâm not gonna have a kidâs life on my hands because I got reckless. Besides, us weirdos gotta stick together.âÂ
Putting on a brave face, hoping Luz didnât see the worry she felt about how this whole mess was going. Before Luz could protest, Eda slapped the butt of her staff, sending Owlbert, and Luz with him, flying. âAlright King, letâs do this.â
âThis is gonna suck, isnât it?â
Letting out a bitter chuckle, Eda replied in kind. âOh yeah.â
As Luz soared overhead, her heart ached. Luz was no stranger to ducking out on trouble, but this time, she wanted to help, and not being able to... it hurt. Pulling the portal key up to her eye, she murmured, âWeirdos stick together huh?âÂ
Getting an idea Luz leaned down to the staff, to Owlbert, and started talking. âHey, staff? I know you are probably only supposed to listen to Eda, and she said to get me out of here, but do you think we could go back? I... I really think Eda is in trouble, and I canât just run away from it. She and King, they need all the help they can get, and I wanna be one of the ones who help them.â The eyes of the staff flashed, and suddenly, the staff stalled in the air, and turned around. Luz cheered.
As the staff raced back into the Conformatorium, Luz was mildly surprised to find herself outside the very same cages that housed the first prisoners she met here. In fact, despite the cages being trashed, they were still there. âWhy arenât you guys, you know, leaving?â She was honestly curious.
The fanfic writer from before turned to her, a tired, sad, frown on her face. âWhatâs the point? The Warden will just catch us again.â
The eyeball-eater spoke up next. âWe belong here.â
âSelf-doubt is a pwison that none can escape fwom.â Tiny Nose through in her voice.
Luz couldnât believe this. How couldnât they see it? How could they not understand? Welp, she supposed she would have to MAKE them understand. âNow thatâs a load if I ever heard one.âÂ
The prisoners snapped their gazes to her.Â
âWho careâs if your different.â She pulled herself to her feet, still atop the staff. âYour differences might make you strange, but they also make you INCREDIBLE!! I was raised to believe that nobody should be punished for being true to themselves, and that includes you guys!â
The writer spoke up. âWhy? Why are you helping us?â
Luz turned a sad smile her way. âBecause I know how much it hurts to be treated like being yourself is a crime, or some type of disease. You are all unique, and you shouldnât let the words of a bitter old creep,â Tiny Nose perked up at her words from before being repeated, âConvince you that their is anything wrong with that! So society says you have to change? Nuts to that! You be the oneâs to make society change instead!âÂ
Now all the prisoners were looking her way, the hopeless fear gone, and replaced with burning hope. âNow... WHOâS WITH ME!?!?â With a roar, all the prisoners cheered in unison.
Eda dropped to one leg, King collapsed to the ground beside her. This was not going well. She was nearly out of magic, she was beaten silly, the only real upside to this was that the kid had gotten away.
âAnd now, Owl Lady, since you rejected my heart, your life is mi-â as she braced herself for the blade, she was a little bit confused when Wrath cut off with a choke. Lifting her gaze, she was dumbfounded to see Wrath being pinned in place by what could only be prisoners from inside.
âUh, Eda, are you seeing what Iâm seeing, or are we finally dead?â Morbid question aside, Eda was wondering the same thing as King. As the prisoners wrestled Wrath to the ground, a series of blasts went off, the guards from before running around with holes poking through their uniforms and fire coating them.
âHIT THE DECK!!â At the shout, all the prisoners, Eda and King too, jumped clear, a rocket of sorts rushed through the air, crashing into Wrath with a boom.Â
Eda marveled at the damage the thing did to the brute of a demon, small puncture wounds dotting his chest and torso and burn marks all over, he probably wouldâve died if he wasnât so tough. At the sight of the downed Warden, the guards panicked, dropping any attempt to round up the prisoners to prioritize tending to their leaderâs wounds, while the escaping prisoners all cheered.Â
Turning around, Eda and King both stopped and just stared at the sight before them. Luz, standing on Owlbert, as carefree as can be, idly flicking a knife open and closed, holding a strange bottle stuffed with a burning rag in her off hand, which she promptly tossed at the wall behind her, another hole blasting open in response.
âSo. You guys just gonna stand there, or are we gonna get out of here?â Shaking off their disbelief, both Eda and King smirked, rushing over to the staff, and the newly formed trio took off, back for the Owl House.
As Owlbert landed outside the Owl House, Eda marveled at the strange human girl. She was smart, good with a weapon, could apparently make improvised explosives, and was a good fighter. Sure, she was a little scary, but she just had this sweetness about her.Â
âWell kid, this has been fun, but I think this is where you head home.â And just when the kid was starting to grow on her too.
âHold up.â Wait, what? âWho said anything about me leaving.â
âUh, kid, you do know you are in the Demon Realm, right? This place ainât exactly safe for your kind.â She wasnât kidding earlier when she said she didnât want a kidâs blood on her hands.
âYeah, but the thing is, I really donât like people telling me what I can and canât do. Plus, I kind of need a place to crash for the summer, you know?â Wait a minute...
âYou arenât thinking of staying here, are you!?â She already had enough trouble with the roommates she already had, and she didnât think she could take another, even one as interesting as Luz was turning out to be.
âWell, yeah. Why not? I can help cook, clean, bring in cash,â Cash? Oh, probably what the humans call their snails. âI could even teach you some of the skills I got under my belt.â Okay, now Eda was tempted. For all that she was young, this kid did seem to know an awful lot of very useful skills that she wouldnât mind getting her hands on.Â
âAnd in exchange, you can teach me magic!â Okay, better head that one off before it gets out of hand.
âHate to burst your bubble kid, but humans canât do magic.â
Luz, though, wasnât having it. âHas any human ever actually had the chance to try?â That, honestly, stumped Eda, as she genuinely didnât know. It was just one of the things that was treated as common sense. But... she always did enjoy turning things on their heads.
A tug at her dress got her to glance down at King. âLet her stay. She can make snacks!â Eda blinked. She snorted. Than she just straight up laughed. Looking at Luzâs out-stretched hand, she grasped it in her own and shook it.
Grinning broadly, Eda sealed the deal. âAlright kid, you win. As long as you help pull your weight, you a got a place for the summer (whatever summer actually is), and Iâll do my best to try and teach you magic.â And with that said, she decided to turn up the showmanship.Â
âAnd I mightâve said this once already, but...â As she gestured expansively, lights burst into place once more, illuminating her home in all its splendor. â Welcome. TO THE OWL HOUSE!â
Luz grinned, excitement burning through her. So maybe her Mami might be a little (extremely) mad if she ever found out. But right now? She was gonna live the dream she has had ever since she read her first fairy tale. She was gonna be a witch.Â
After all, nobody told Luz Noceda, Mafia Heiress, what she could and couldnât be, not in the Human World, and not in this one either.
And we are done! Let me know what you all think. The ending stretch wasnât as strong as I felt it couldâve been, but I think I did a good job.
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Don't Strauss Too Much (Crygi) - Mumu
A/N: Back on my Crygi clownery! A big thank you to the lovely @sportcox who helped me brainstorm this title <3
Summary: Gigi needs a tutor, and Crystal is happy to help her out.
Gigi Goode is going to throw herself off a cliff.
Sheâs been staring at her flashcards from yesterdayâs music theory lecture for what feels like forever now, and sheâs still no closer to memorizing the information she needs to know for her quiz on Friday than when she got here.
She and Nicky are sitting in the corner of their favourite cafe, notebooks and highlighters sprawled out on the table among cups of coffee and various sweet treats. Normally, the cozy atmosphere always puts Gigi into a good mood, but today sheâs far too stressed to enjoy the experience. She has a week to memorize a whole chapterâs worth of material. So far sheâs wasted most of her time just staring blankly at her notes.
âWhat kind of demon professor gives a quiz on a Friday, anyway?â She complains.
Besides her, Nicky laughs. âTake a break if youâre so upset about it.â
âThatâs not how it works,â Gigi mumbles, even as she closes her folder and takes a sip of her iced coffee. She slumps back into her seat. âMusic theory is gonna be the death of me, I swear.â
âI donât even understand why youâre taking it,â Nicky says, tapping her pen against her teeth distractedly.
âI needed the credit,â Gigi explains in a monotone. âI thought it would be easy, but Professor Visage doesnât even give us completion credit for homework.â
âOh, the horror,â Nicky smirks at her. âImagine, Stanford professors not giving you full credit just because you turned your work in.â
âShut up,â Gigi pouts. âWhat am I supposed to do now?â
âCanât you just drop?â Nicky steals a bite of Gigiâs tiramisu, giggling when the other girl swats her away. âHey, Iâm helping, I deserve some of your cake.â
âI canât,â Gigi says, rolling her eyes at Nickyâs antics. âMissed the deadline.â
âJust get a tutor then,â Nicky suggests. âIsnât that Crystal girl you like also taking it? You said she was doing well last time.â
Gigi very nearly chokes on a macaroon.
âHow⊠do you even remember that?â She gets out, coughing.
âAs if I could forget. Thatâs all you talked about the entire two hours we hung out. You were all, âCrystalâs so good at theoryâ and âVisage likes her so muchâ and âif she werenât so pretty I could be able to hate her.ââ Nicky teases. âBesides, you know I love to play matchmaker.â
âYeah, well, I hate to break it to you, but thatâs not happening. I canât even talk to her, let alone survive a tutoring session with that girl.â Gigi says.
âOkay, well, itâs not like you have any other options.â Nicky is unimpressed.
âThen Iâd better just accept that Iâll bomb this quiz.â Gigi pops another macaroon into her mouth in self-pity.
âNo, not on my watch.â Nicky insists. âJust message her, itâs not that hard!â
âAbsolutely not,â Gigi says. She reopens her folder, looking glumly down at the index cards tucked into the pocket. âLike I said, Iâd rather fail.â
Sheâs too busy staring down at the material in front of her to notice when Nicky grabs her phone until itâs too late. âHey!â
Nicky just cackles, angling her body so that Gigi canât interrupt her typing. âIf you donât have the guts, Iâll do it for you.â
âNicolette Doll, Iâll kill you,â Gigi says, trying to grab at her phone.
Gigi glares at her friend, calculating about a hundred ways to dispose of her body. She has half a mind to drive her dessert fork into the blondeâs neck in an attempt to stop her from going through with this. Gigi bats at Nickyâs arms, attempting to wrestle the device away from her.
Itâs no use. Nickyâs grip is strong, and Gigi watches with growing horror as the blonde types Crystalâs Instagram handle into the explore page. Nicky doesnât even need to type the full name; Crystal pops up into her recent searches as soon as she inputs the first few letters.
In usual circumstances, Gigi would at least be embarrassed, but right now sheâs more horrified at the prospect of messaging Crystal Methyd.
Crystal, the girl who sheâs been crushing on since the very first music theory lecture. Crystal, whoâs probably the reason sheâs barely pulling a big fat D in the class in the first place, since, as it turns out, staring at the pretty Latina sitting in the front row isnât a very effective learning strategy.
âNicky,â Gigi says, trying a different approach. âIâll do the dishes for a week.â
âToo late!â Nicky grins at her, far too proud of herself. She hands the phone back to Gigi. âYour welcome.â
Gigi stares down at her phone screen, blinking dumbly at it.
Hey! This is Gigi from music theory. I needed a tutor and was wondering if you might wanna help?
Gigiâs gaze darts from Nicky to the screen, and then back again.
âI hate you,â She decides, puffing out a breath at the end of the sentence. âWhy am I friends with you?â
âYouâll be thanking me soon enough.â Nicky shrugs. âOh! Look, sheâs typing!â
Gigi feels a rush of dizzying panic at Nickyâs narration. She snatches her phone closer to her chest, doing her best impression of a chipmunk with a peanut. A glance down confirms, yes, Crystal really is typing out a response. Now that Crystalâs already seen it, itâs too late to unsend the message. God, sheâs probably weirded out by the random request. Why did Gigi think bringing this up with Nicky was a good idea?
âUh-uh, I donât trust you anymore,â She scolds, voice only shaking a bit, as Nicky tries to peek over her shoulder. âYou can sit there and if youâre lucky Iâll fill you in.â
Nicky huffs, pouting. âPutain.â
Gigiâs about to retort when Crystalâs typing icon disappears, and a message replaces it.
hi gigi :) of course!
Gigi fights the dumb smile thatâs threatening to burst across her cheeks, hyper-aware of the fact that Nickyâs watching her intently. She can feel the french girlâs gaze on her, practically burning a hole through her ponytail and skull.
Crystal typed the message in lowercaseâ Gigiâs not sure why she finds that so endearing, but the detail lodges itself in her brain and Gigi files it under the mental list sheâs begun to keep this semester. Little things about Crystal: she likes big earrings, her laugh sounds like liquid sunshine, her hair is a different colour every other week. And now, the newest addition, she types in lowercase.
The smiley face Crystal sent peers up at her.
Her phone pings again. how does tuesday sound? maybe at 3pm?
âBitch, whatâs happening?â Nicky asks, craning her neck in an attempt to catch a glimpse of their exchange.
A flash of annoyance shoots through Gigi. For some reason, she feels very protective of this little exchange. Nickyâs well-meaning, she knows, but sheâs not quite ready to share Crystal yet. It feels kind of exciting to know that this⊠well, whatever this is, is just between the two of them.
âNothing so far,â She says. Nicky seems to accept the answer, going back to reading a section in her textbook.
Sounds good. We can work in the Lane reading room if that works for you?
The response comes almost immediately. totally, yeah! see you then
Gigi tries not to feel disappointed at the lack of a smiley face this time around. Keyword: she tries to. But itâs hard to read the signs over a couple of text messages, and she re-reads the last text she sent. Did she do something wrong? Was it too formal? What does Gigi respond, now that she isnât sure if Crystal just texts everyone smiley faces, or if the girl is flirting with her?
Gigi grabs a chocolate chip cookie and takes a bite, stalling. There are two chunks of chocolate in the mouthful. Gigi takes that as a good sign and decides to go for it.
Looking forward to it! See you then <3
She regrets adding on the heart as soon as she presses send, but thereâs no way to take the message back now. Gigi settles on stuffing her face with the rest of the cookie in regret.
She waits a few excruciating seconds, but no response comes. Fuck, she shouldnât have added that heart. Crystal must think sheâs totally creepy. Gigi flips her phone facedown on the table and picks up those flashcards again.
Nicky sees her make like sheâs going to continue studying and lets out a snort. âGood luck, girl.â
âNice to know you have faith in me,â Gigi shoots back, chewing at her bottom lip.
Nickyâs right, though. She doesnât get anything done for the rest of the half-hour theyâre there, her mind too full of thoughts about study dates and smiley faces to focus on anything else.
***
âUgh!â Gigi tosses another dress aside, falling back onto her bed dramatically. âWhy is this so hard?â
Nicky looks up from her phone. âYouâre the one thatâs making it complicated.â
Gigi throws a pillow in her general direction and the blonde shrieks as it hits her. The impact makes her fall out the beanbag sheâs currently sitting on with a loud thump.
âMerde, okay, Iâll help!â
âThanks.â Gigi flashes a cheeky smile at her.
Nicky puts her phone down and contemplates murdering her friend. âWhat do you have so far?â
âUh,â Gigi holds up a tweed dress. âThis?â
Nicky canât help it: a snort escapes her. âWhat are you, Blair Waldorf? Thatâs way too fancy.â
âAlright then, uh,â Gigi fishes around for a bit, before showing Nicky a floral two-piece. âWhat about this one?â
âHell no, a set looks way too put together.â Nicky shakes her head. âYou wanna creep her out?â
Ten minutes and half of Gigiâs closet later, theyâve finally settled on a winning combination: a leather jacket and Gigiâs favourite pair of jeans.
Nicky insists that she doesnât need a bra under her mini cardigan, so Gigi rolls with it.
A little part of her is glad that Nickyâs so passionate about Gigi flashing Crystal her nipples: at least she will have someone to blame when this all ends in a train wreck because sheâs coming on way too strong.
Also, the mental image of Crystal getting flusteredâ well, Gigi would be lying if she said it wasnât convincing.
Gigiâs alarm goes off and she grabs her phone, groaning at the time. âShit, Iâm gonna have to power-walk there.â
âIâll see you after then,â Nicky says, winking at her. âHave fun with your little crush!â
As it turns out, Gigi didnât have anything to worry about, because Crystal is late. Gigi takes a seat by the windows, spreading out her stuff. She tries not to think too much about the girl sheâs currently waiting for, occupying herself instead with watching the people outside.
âHey, sorry Iâm late!â A voice says. Gigi turns and comes face to face with Crystal. The girl slides into the seat next to Gigi, her smile a little sheepish. âArt History is on the other side of campus. I guess I didnât give myself enough time to get here.â
âOh, uh,â Gigi flounders, not sure where to look. Is it weird to look into Crystalâs eyes? That feels a bit too intimate. She settles for focusing on moving her pencil case from her left to her right. Crystalâs looking expectantly at her, and she swallows hard, trying to clear her mind of Crystalâs tanned skin and cute freckles.
âNo worries!â Her voice comes out weirdly high-pitched and she cringes inwardly.
Crystal doesnât seem to notice her strange behaviour, flashing her another sunny grin. âOkay! Is there a specific section you want help with?â
Right. Tutoring. Thatâs why Crystal is here. Not so Gigi can stare at her, and certainly not to get to know Gigi or anything like that. Gigi canât help the pang of disappointment that she gets at the reminder. Part of her forgot this is strictly a school-related thing. Gigi suddenly feels stupid for overthinking her outfit and draws her jacket closer to herself. Hopefully Crystal doesnât notice how dressed-up she is today, because Gigi doesnât know if sheâll be able to survive that embarrassment.
âIâve been having trouble with secondary dominants,â Gigi says, pulling out her workbook.
âOkay, yeah, I can help you with those!â Crystal grabs a pen. She leans over, tracing the chords with it. âCan I write on this?â
âHuh?â Gigi asks stupidly, cheeks warming. Crystalâs shoulder is pressed against hers, and although itâs perfectly innocent, Gigiâs still hyper-aware of the way her skin feels too warm from the contact. She tries to stay perfectly still, not wanting to spook the other girl into moving away from her position. âOh, uh, go ahead, totally. Thatâs fine.â
âRight, great, so letâs use this question,â Crystal says, marking something down on the book.
Sheâs close enough to Gigi now that her perfume envelopes the space around them. She smells like honey and coconut, a warm mixture that Gigi finds comforting. A curl slips over Crystalâs shoulder, and the girl bats it away. Gigi almost melts at how cute the action is.
This week Crystalâs hair is a muted matcha colour, and Gigi thinks that it suits her. Itâs the prettiest sheâs ever seen Crystal. Then again, she thinks that every time Crystal walks into class with a new colour, so maybe itâs less of a testament to the colour itself and more to how utterly head-over-heels Gigi is.
âThe key signature is A Major, and this chord starts on a C. So you can count down a fifth from C, and you get F, which means that the chord is an F Dominant Seventh,â Crystal explains. âDo you know what the next step is?â
âUm,â Gigi says eloquently, brought back from her daydream by the question. How long did she zone out for?
âSorry,â Crystal says, tapping her pen on the workbook rapidly. âI lost you, didnât I?â
âNo, itâs okay, just,â Gigi chews at her lip nervously, then immediately regrets it because she definitely has lipstick on her teeth now. âCan you go over it again?â
Crystal nods. She takes a sharp inhale like sheâs going to say something, but seems to change her mind, instead offering Gigi a reassuring smile. âOf course, yeah.â
Gigi shifts awkwardly in her seat at the action, unsure what Crystalâs thinking. Sheâs about to ask, or say something when Crystal jumps into the explanation again. Gigi tries her very hardest to pay attention this time, but she still finds herself staring at Crystalâs lips. Theyâre coated with a glittery red gloss, and they look so shiny and plump that Gigi really, really wants to kiss them.
âWanna try one on your own now?â Crystal asks.
Gigi blinks. âWhat?â
Crystal sets her pen down, eyebrows raised. âDid you get any of that?â
âI, uh,â Gigi stammers, trying to find some way to save the situation. Her cheeks warm, and the realization that sheâs blushing makes her even more flustered. âSorry, Iâm just really out of it.â
Crystal offers her a sympathetic smile, patting Gigi on the arm comfortingly. âHey, youâll be fine, okay?â
âYeah. Sorry, Iâm just worried, I guess.â Thatâs not it at all, but Crystal doesnât need to know that.
âI wonât let you fail, promise,â Crystal says with a wink. Gigi canât help but giggle at the action, and Crystal pokes her playfully. âYou got this!â
âThanks,â Gigi mutters, worrying her bottom lip with her teeth through a soft smile.
Thereâs a slight pause, both girls regarding each other with a hint of shyness. Gigi swallows thickly, eyes flicking around Crystalâs face. Her breath is coming quicker now, and she feels a bit lightheaded.
Crystal has picked up her pen again, nervously clicking it under the table. The sound is threatening to overpower Gigiâs already scattered thoughts. Gigiâs hand goes to cover hers out of instinct, to stop the rhythmic clicks. The back of Crystalâs hand is soft, and Gigiâs fingers loop lightly around her wrist, feeling the fuzz brush against her fingertips. Crystal stops clicking the pen, but Gigi doesnât remove her hand.
Crystal takes another sharp inhale in, and Gigi thinks the girl is going to shake her hand loose. Nothing happens, though, and for the second time, Crystal seems to swallow her words.
Gigiâs mouth feels sticky, and she runs her tongue along her teeth in an attempt to get rid of the feeling. Crystal presses her lips together at the sight, and Gigi feels a wave of adrenaline so strong it almost knocks her flat. Every fibre in Gigiâs body wants to crash herself against Crystal. She wants to feel the lip gloss slathered on the other girlâs lips on her own, and to drape her arms over Crystalâs shoulders. Her clammy hands twitch as if they might truly act on the desire without Gigiâs approval, and she balls them into fists to suppress the urge.
âYou look pretty today,â Crystal says, more air than sound to her words.
Gigi hums. âSo do you. You always do.â
Another few moments of stillness. Gigi finds it surprisingly comfortable, existing in Crystalâs space. She focuses on the rise and fall of Crystalâs chest, subconsciously mirroring the pattern with her own breathing.
Crystalâs the braver of the two.
She makes the first move, flipping over their hands so that hers is on top and using that to tug the redhead closer to her. Gigi slides obediently forward in her seat, her legs slotting around Crystalâs. Crystal walks her fingers up Gigiâs arm, raising goosebumps as she gets higher and higher. A chill runs through Gigiâs body, and she regrets not wearing a bra for the second time today. She shifts, straightening her spine, and immediately has to bite back a whimper when she feels her nipples brushing against the knit of her cardigan. By the smirk on Crystalâs face, the moment hasnât gone unnoticed. Thereâs a challenge in her eyes, and Gigi feels her throat close when Crystalâs hand brushes her cheek.
Fucking tease, Gigi wants to say, or maybe scream. Hurry up and kiss me.
But Gigi doesnât, she just sits there and tracks Crystalâs movements with her eyes, and shivers when Crystal tucks a fallen strand of hair behind her ear, agonizingly slow.
âDo you want me to kiss you?â Crystal asks, tilting her head in faux innocence.
Gigi bristles and feels her hands jerk impatiently in her lap. âYes, fuck.â
But Crystal doesnât let her get it that easily. She shakes her head, curls bouncing gently around her face. âNo, say it.â
Gigi splutters something in between a curse and a laugh. The absolute nerve of this bitch. She doesnât bother saying it again, just rolls her eyes lightly and leans in. Her patience has worn thin, and Crystalâs lips are too inviting to not feel them on hers right this moment.
Crystal ducks away and Gigi is left hanging there for a second, confused, before she opens her eyes with an annoyed huff. âYou-â
âSay it,â Crystal repeats. The corners of her lips turn up slightly like sheâs fighting a smile. Her hand goes to cup Gigiâs chin. âWanna hear you say it, Geeg.â
Gigi literally feels her vision cloud over for a split second at the nickname.
Okay, maybe thatâs a little dramatic, but her blood is buzzing in her body and she swears everything has gone a bit fuzzy around the edges. In any normal circumstance, Gigi would probably be over this little game of cat and mouse. She could just kiss someone else. But this is Crystal Methyd in front of her, and thatâs enough to make her decide to shelve her pride for now.
She wets her lips and whispers what Crystal wants to hear. âI want you to kiss me.â
Crystal narrows her eyes at Gigi, and for one terrible moment, Gigi thinks Crystal is going to find another excuse to deny her, that sheâs going to pull away and tell her that this has all been some kind of cruel power play. But then Crystalâs closing the remaining distance between them, and Gigi takes a sharp shock of air in and has to blow the breath out in one great big rush because Crystal is finally, finally kissing her. Itâs tender and soft, a bit more elementary school than anything, and itâs perfect.
Crystal pulls away before Gigi can slide even closer, and she whines unashamedly, shuddering out a shaky breath. Crystalâs hand brushes against Gigiâs chest as she lets it fall, and Gigiâs breath catches. This girl is going to be the death of her.
âBeen waiting to do that for a while,â Gigi admits, still a bit breathless.
âI know,â Crystal says. Thereâs a pretty blush adorning the highs of her cheeks, still visible when she continues. âI was wondering when youâd work up the nerve to talk to me. You stare at me every class.â
âBitch! I wasnât that obvious,â Gigi defends.
Crystal just blinks at her. âNo, you were obvious as fuck.â
âOh.â Gigi feels heat blooming on her cheeks.
âArenât you gonna ask me how I know that?â Crystal prompts. Gigi still looks a little confused, so she continues. âI only noticed because I was watching you, too.â
âYou liked me and didnât make a move?â Gigi exclaims, hitting Crystal on the arm playfully.
âIt was more fun to watch you struggle,â Crystal says, waggling her eyebrows.
âYou suck.â
âIf I kiss you again will you forgive me?â Crystal pulls an exaggerated sad face, clasping her hands together.
Gigi just snorts and closes the distance. Their lips mesh together softly, just as dizzying as the first kiss, and when she pulls away Gigi can still feel Crystalâs gloss on her lips. She smacks them together, trying to blend her own lipstick with the bright red goop.
âSo. Do you think you can try a problem now, Miss Goode?â Crystal grins mischievously at Gigi.
âI donât know, youâre quite distracting,â Gigi counters, a smile pulling at her lips.
Crystal just hums, pointing at a row of questions. âIf you get three of those right in a row, Iâll kiss you some more.â
âOn my own?â Gigi really would rather go on kissing Crystal.
âCâmon, itâll be fun, we can make it a game!â Crystal sounds hopeful enough that Gigi finds herself wanting to keep her happy. âPlease?â
âWhat, now youâre the one begging?â Gigi teases.
She picks up her pencil, getting to work. Something about this new studying strategy is more effective than anything sheâs tried before, and before long, thanks to Crystalâs teaching (and the kisses peppered between each problem set,) Secondary Dominants make perfect sense.
Come test day, Gigi sits right next to Crystal, in the front row, and makes a respectable 82.
If Professor Visage notices the hand-holding and stolen glances they exchange in the following lectures, she doesnât mention it. The professor just seems grateful that Gigiâs finally absorbing the content for once. And as for the extent of her knowledge of why Gigi is suddenly so motivated to come into her class every day, well, Visageâs knowing smile says it all.
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Wicked Game

~Professor Hiddleston AU~
*Tom Hiddleston x reader*
Part: 1/30
Words: 3.3k
Warnings: Professor x student (college AU), possibly language and maybe even smut in later chapters idk
Summary: After transferring to a new university for the last year of your master's, you meet Professor Hiddleston and soon find yourself unable to stay away from him.
A.N.: I really suck at summaries, I'm so sorry đ basically, this is a slow burn romance with lots of pining and yes, I like naming my stories after songs. Wicked Game by Chris Isaac is gonna appear quite a bit in the story I think, so you might just give it a listen now!
[Part 1] [Part 2]Â [Part 3] ...
All Parts can be found on my Masterlist!
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If someone had told you on your first day of college that you would have to live through the whole thing again a few years later, you might just have quit and called it a day after breakfast. But now, multiple years after your actual first day, you were the new kid once again. Transferring colleges had been a hard decision, but there was no turning back now. You didn't yet know where the classrooms were or how you'd get to yours, but you still had fifteen minutes to go before your first class would start. So you walked through the hallways of your new school trying to find your room, taking in the overwhelming amount of people passing by. First day of class for you also meant first day of classes for everyone else and so the whole building was completely overcrowded. The close proximity made you nervous and combined with the uncertainty of where you needed to go, you felt yourself starting to panic. You stood in the middle of the hall, frozen to the spot and unable to move while people pushed past you, shoving and talking too loudly. The urge to run and hide grew stronger and stronger until you finally bolted, opening the first door you found unlocked and rushing it. It shut with a loud bang and you found yourself leaning against it from the inside. With closed eyes, silence and the returning ability to breathe deeply, you calmed down a little.Â
"Hello there." A smooth voice said, making you jump and rip your eyes open in an instant. The sudden movement made your bag slip from your shoulder, spilling half of the contents on the floor.
"Woah, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare youâŠ" The man in front of you said as he set his to-go cup down and walked over to you. With a gentle hand he led you to a chair and made you sit down.
The adrenaline decreased slowly and you could finally take a serious look around. You were in an office, it was crowded with books but larger than most dorm rooms. In front of you stood a man who was currently looking down at you worriedly. He was beyond handsome and even though your heart was racing because of utterly different reasons, you couldn't deny that he had that effect on you as well.
"Are you alright?" He asked in a quiet voice, careful to not scare you again.
"Yeah, uhm⊠sorry." You replied, finally able to think straight again. It was pretty dumb, you realized, having just walked into the first room that had been open.
"It's alright." He gave you a small smile and sat down in the chair opposite to you. "I assume you aren't here for my office hours?"
You shook your head. "No, I'm sorry. I was just looking for my class⊠But somehow I ended up here in your office."Â
"I'm Thomas Hiddleston, professor for literature and cultural studies."
"Y/n⊠Y/n L/n." You smiled back at him. "I'm doing a master's in cultural studies. And one in literature. Double degree..."
His eyes light up ever so slightly upon hearing that and he smiled even more brightly. "What a coincidence. How come we've never met up to this point? The group of students in both degrees is very⊠limited, unfortunately. And I'm very sure I would've met someone doing a double degree in my fields of study."
"Oh, I just transferred here. It's my first day." You bit your bottom lip, looking into his incredibly blue eyes. How a man such like him could be a college professor was a riddle to you, a miracle even.Â
"Ah, I see. I'm sure we will see a lot more of each other then!" He rose from his chair and went to pick up your bag from the ground as if it was the most natural thing. With a blush creeping to your face you rushed to his side and dropped on your knees to collect your belongings. "Oh, please don't, I can do that, it's fine."Â
He took a step back and held his hands up in defeat, laughing lightly. "Just wanted to help."
Still blushing furiously, you pushed everything back into your bag as quickly as you could and got back up. "You're being very nice and I'm⊠wellâŠ"
"Don't worry about it. Everyone has a bad day sometimes." He hooked his thumbs into the pockets of his black jeans and just looked at you with an expression that had you melting into a puddle within seconds.
You nodded slightly, finally remembering how to human. Not looking at him helped greatly, so you found yourself looking at the folded paper in your hands. After a short moment you remembered the circumstances under which you had burst into his office. "Uhm, I'm very sorry for just coming in here, Mr. Hiddleston. I got overwhelmed by the crowds outside and then I couldn't find my class and⊠you don't even want to hear about that. Sorry."Â
You turned on your heels and made for the exit as quickly as possible.Â
"Miss L/n!" He stopped you before you could open the door, making you turn around once again.Â
"I would like to help you, if you don't mind." His voice was very gentle as he walked towards you, stopping just at arm's length. "Which class are you trying to find?"
You silently handed him the printed schedule you had been clinging onto for dear life and he took it from you, unfolding it. His eyes flew over the page as if he was trying to memorize the whole thing and you couldn't help but watch him.
"You're taking two of my classes!" He said cheerfully and beamed at you. "Tuesday morning and Friday evening."
Your heart skipped a beat at the prospect of seeing him every week. Twice, even. He was being really nice to you, despite being a professor and you still a student; nothing like the professors at your old uni. You appreciated that and sincerely looked forward to seeing him in class.Â
"Your first class is in this building, that's good news!" He said, coming to stand next to you to show you what he was pointing at on the paper. "It's in the E tower, fourth floor, third corridor."
You frowned involuntarily, giving him a polite but desperately confused smile. "Thank you?"Â
He bit his bottom lip to suppress his own smile. "You have no idea where that is, right?"
You shake your head, letting out a breathy laugh. "No, not at all."
He gave you back your paper and walked over to his desk, shoving a few items into a leather bag. "I'm going to show you to your room."
You felt the heat returning to your cheeks immediately. "Oh, that's very nice of you, but I'm sure I can just ask my way around. You really don't have toâŠ"
"Nah, it's my pleasure. I have to teach a class in the same tower anyway, it's no big deal." His shoulder brushed yours as he walked past you, sending a pleasant shiver down your spine that you made your heart race again.
He stopped, holding the door open for you. "After you, Miss Y/n."Â
You smiled and walked out of the office, staring at his backside while he locked the door. The hallway had cleared almost completely and there were very few people still hurrying to get to their classes.Â
You walked behind Mr. Hiddleston, eyes on the ground. This was embarrassing for so many reasons⊠first you had stumbled into his office without even knocking, then you had spread the contents of your bag all over his floor and finally you had been too dumb to find your room and now you didn't even dare to walk next to him. That and the fact that he was beyond friendly... and handsome; the most attractive, attentive man you had ever met.
"You don't have to trail behind me like a lost puppy, you knowâŠ" He chuckled and turned around to look at you over his shoulder. With more confidence, your steps quickened and you walked next to him.
"What class are you teaching now?" You asked after a while to break the silence that was falling between you. It wasn't any of your business, but the only question you could think of.Â
"Intro to lit." He sighed, answering as if this chatting between you was a normal occurrence. "It's nice to inspire young people to study literature, but the first classes are always quite exhausting."
"Hmm." You crossed your arms in front of your chest. "What's making it exhausting for you?"
"It's just the freshmen classes mostly⊠They don't listen, I have to repeat everything a million times and then a million more." He sighed. "But I shouldn't be complaining to you."
"No, it's fine⊠I mean I don't mind." You said with a shrug. "It's not like I enjoy first day of class either."
"Why not?" He asked in return.
"Same as you, I would say. Most professors don't start with the contents right away, they talk on and on and on about the bureaucracy and explain the assignments a million times because some person wasn't listening." You said as the two of you started climbing the staircase towards the fourth floor.Â
"What would you suggest to do differently?" He asked, his voice a mix of humor and sincere curiosity.
You thought for a moment, humming quietly. "I mean the outlines have to be covered, but that doesn't mean that the teachers have to keep repeating themselves if the students aren't listening. I always find it helpful to get the syllabus, talk it over real quick and then have five minutes for questions."
He smiled. "Yeah, that would be ideal. It usually doesn't work like that, unfortunately. Questions follow upon questions and some students try to stretch this by asking the most ridiculous things."
"Maybe you could start straight with the first topic and only have fifteen minutes at the end of class reserved for syllabus talk. So you can use most of the class for input and only go over the basics quickly at the end. That way you'll have a limited amount of time for questions and no one leaves before class is over. If the questions are all answered by the end of class you're good, if not you can always offer to answer further questions per email or in office hours." You rambled, not knowing when it had become a good idea to give a professor teaching advice.
"Interesting idea." He mused, pushing his glasses up with a single, slender finger. "I'll have to try that."
Your cheeks were still heated and you nervously played with the zipper of your sweatshirt when you reached the fourth floor. Was he always this nice to his students? If he kept on being so⊠him, you knew you'd be in serious trouble. But it had only been a few minutes you'd spent alone with him and next time you'd meet in class with a bunch of other people. The thought calmed you down a little and you dropped your arms to your sides.
"So⊠Advanced German?" He asked with amusement.
"What?" You were a little slow, dragging your thoughts from his person to the class you were walking to. "Oh, the class⊠yeah."Â
"How many languages do you speak?" He inquired further, but you didn't mind at all. He was just being polite and making small talk, after all.
"Well, I know English of course, then German, Spanish, and some Korean. I can read Latin, but I guess no one can do more than reading it really⊠I can also understand a tiny bit Danish and Dutch."
He smiled a little, shaking his head to himself, but didn't comment on it any further. You just took it as an acknowledgement of your answer, for you were sure that he didn't sincerely want to know more about you. A moment later he stopped in front of an open classroom door.
"Here we are." He said calmly and pointed to the open room.
"Thank you, professor." You smiled, looking everywhere but at him, trying not to get lost in his eyes once again. "I really appreciate your help. If there's anything I can help you with in return, please let me know."Â
"Surely will do. Have a nice day, Miss L/n. I'll see you in class tomorrow." He said with one last polite smile before he walked back into the direction you had just come from, leaving you wondering if his class was really in this part of the building.Â
As you sauntered into your classroom and sat down towards the front, you reflected on your encounter with the professor. He was extremely friendly, extremely handsome and you'd bet that he was extremely smart as well. Probably every girl in the whole university was crushing on the guy. As understandable that was, you were determined not to drool over him. He was your professor after all and he was probably being nice to every student. So you tried to focus on your class, and on meeting some of the students who all happened to be doing different degrees. Maybe Hiddleston had been right about the size of the degree then⊠damn it, now you were thinking about him again. Maybe because he was the first and only person you had met? Groaning inwardly, you shoved him to the back of your mind for a while and actually got work done.Â
It was dark outside when you reached your apartment. You had moved in a week ago and yet, you couldn't imagine a worse place to live. Your roommate was an absolute disaster, he was messy and pushy and had absolutely no sense for personal space. At night, you locked the door to your bedroom because he might just walk in when drunk and lay in your bed with you if he wasn't hindered. So you had maxed out the time you spent at college today; after your two classes, you had spent the afternoon and the evening at the library. It was such a calming place, old and yet modern, filled with more books than you could ever read. There wasn't any work to be done yet and so you had read ahead for professor Hiddleston's classes. Somehow, you felt the need to impress the man, or at least regain the respect you thought you had lost this morning. So you had picked up a few books and read through some of them already. The others you had taken home.Â
You dug through your bag in search of your keychain, frowning deeply. The damn things was not to be found, even after emptying your whole bag on the sidewalk. For a second you closed your eyes and prayed that you had only forgotten them in your room. But for now, all you could do was knock. To your not-really-surprise, a strange man with weird tattoos opened up and let you in without question. This was a regular thing now, strange men basically living in your apartment and calling themselves visitors of your roommate.
Once you were in the small space of your bedroom and hadn't found your keys, you remembered that you hadn't eaten at all today, so you made your way to the kitchen only to find that your foods were gone. GreatâŠÂ
With a sigh you returned to your room only with a bottle of wine you'd kept hidden in a box of board games. After you'd locked the door, you opened the bottle and went to read on your bed in your PJs. But somehow the words wouldn't stick in your brain at all. At about midnight you gave up, put the book back on your desk and laid down in the vain attempt to sleep. However your roommate seemed to have different plans, as sounds of demolition and various voices shouting echoed through the whole apartment.Â
Groaning, you just stared into the darkness around you until finally your body gave in and you fell into a restless sleep.
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Tom sat at the desk in his office at uni, his elbows on the tabletop and his head in his hands. For hours he'd been trying to finish preparing his classes for the following day and he just couldn't concentrate. When he'd come to work this morning, he had expected another normal first day of class. He had gotten some coffee, over at his favorite coffee shop close to campus, and then walked to his office together with his colleague and friend Benedict. Just when he had finally sat down to prepare for the first class he was giving, his door had been ripped open and you had entered his office. And thereby also his life.Â
At first he hadn't thought too much about it, but as the minutes spent with you passed, he had felt drawn to you in a way he couldn't really put his finger to. While the rational part of his mind had told him you were just another student, he couldn't help but treat you⊠differently. Sure, he was always being nice to his students, but as he had walked you to your class he had felt the dire need to be around you for longer. To befriend you, maybe, he had thought. He knew it was wrong and after he had left you to your class, he had promised himself that from that moment on, he would treat you like every other student.Â
The only problem was that throughout the whole day, his thoughts had returned to you whenever he had tried to focus on something else. So after his classes, when the time to prepare for tomorrow had come, he found himself thinking about your suggestion. Maybe he should indeed start the class with content and leave the formalities for the end.Â
That's where he was at now, with his head in his hands, thinking about the class. He couldn't just ignore you, that wouldn't be fair to anyone. So maybe he would just have to put on a facade and hope that the wicked games his mind was playing with him would stop soon.
Sighing he got up and tiredly grabbed his bag to head out, knocking over a cup of pens in the process. With an exaggerated rolling of his eyes he knelt down and collected the pens that had flown everywhere. As he reached under the cupboard, his fingers didn't touch a pen, as he would've expected, but instead a small piece of metal. Then another, and another. With a frown he pulled the whole thing into the light, finding a ring with several keys attached to it, along with a small piece of metal saying 'And having thee, of all men's pride I boast'.
The smile came upon his lips before he could stop himself and he sat on the ground for a moment, just staring at the keys in his hand. You must've lost them here when you had dropped your bag earlier and missed them in your haste. He hadn't meant to make you uncomfortable by his attempt to help you⊠it was the polite thing to do but he assumed that it wasn't really the most professional. He quickly collected the remaining pens and then made his way to the door, putting your keys in his bag. Hopefully you had gotten into your home, somehow⊠he'd hate if something happened to you because of your little incident this morning.Â
He would return the keys tomorrow in class, apologize once more for his behavior today and then return to a more professional behavior.
However as he lay in bed that night, restless and frustrated with himself, he wasn't so sure anymore that he would be able to stay away from you after all.
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