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pretentiousgayguyidk · 2 years ago

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Rome Lucia Callo

Would like to humbly request

Hakkai x male reader where Hakkai thinks reader is a girl and is really awkward but oh snap readers actually a dude and was just cross dressing for Mitsuya who wanted to see the dress on a person and Hakkai is just a mess please and thank you have a good day

My love for our bi disaster Hakkai is unmeasurable- like gender envy, kinning and simping?!?! Like genuinely Hakkai's like one of my favorite characters (we ignore that is at that about everyone but Kisaki lol) also pretty sure this is the only fic thats pure fluf- cause i usually wind up mentioning at least one sad thing

Bro you have such a cool name- like God damn

"Could you turn around?" Mitsuya asked, (Name) nodded. He was modeling a dress for his good friend, Mitsuya being excited to see how it would look on a person.

The dress was mid length, with a softly pleated skirt and tight accentuated waist. It was a more casual dress verses some of the others Mitsuya had made, most of them being wedding dresses. The elegance from his previous works carried over, the embroidery on the chest and waist was proof of his friend's skill. He examined the corset and gently pulled on the lacing making (Name) gasp. Mitsuya looked up at him concern in his eyes.

"Too tight?" (Name) shook his head.

"No, I'm okay." Mitsuya nodded and finished tying it off, quietly observing his friend a calm yet giddy expression on his face.

There was a knock on the door followed by the door opening, a pretty man almost as tall as the door stepped in, wearing a golden dangly earring on his left ear. His hair was bleached blond a swirly design shaved into the side of his head. He had a bright smile on his face, a cute scar adorned the left side of his mouth.

"Taka-chan I got the fabric you want-" he cut himself off as his gaze fell on (Name) red immediately dusting is face as he turned to look the other way. His shoulders squaring up as he seemed to shrink into himself. (Name) smiles and waved at him before turning to grab Mitsuya who had his face in his notes trying to see what he wanted to change and keep.

"Hey, Mitsuya. Someone's here to see you." He perked up with a him, his glasses crooked and his hair askew. He nodded with a small smile, stepping out of his office and into his apartments main room. Being met with a short circuiting Hakkai, who had his face hidden from Mitsuya's friend's view.

"Hey Hakkai? You alright man?" Hakkai silently nodded. A shorter girl popped into the apartment a roll of fabric tucked sunder her arm.

"She's too pretty, made him blue screen again." She stated bluntly, gesturing at (Name) who blinked in confusion. He knew people thought he was pretty but to be able to pass as a chick was something else entirely. He and Mitsuya shared a glance before bursting out laughing, surprising Hakkai and Yuzuha.

"He's a guy."

"W-what!?" Hakkai shouted, his face dark red as he had a mini identity crisis. Did he seriously blue screen over a guy? He's a cute guy, but Hakkai hasn't liked a guy like that since highschool. Mitsuya chuckled at his friend and pat him on the back.

"He's pretty cute isn't he?" The silver haired man tested, Hakkai practically went brain dead his face as red as a tomato as he stared at his feet. It's been a long time since someone has made him feel like this.

"Well, Hakkai-kun's pretty cute too, especially when he's all flustered like that." (Name) purred, flopping back on Mitsuya's couch. All that was heard from Hakkai was quiet whining as he hid his face, flustered and humiliated. Yuzuha burst out laughing at her brother's misery, smiling cheekily.

"Why not take him on a date? You seriously need a partner, I can't keep taking care of you." He rubbed his face and glared at his sister and friend.

"You guys are so mean!" He whined, (Name) giggled making Hakkai tense up and glance back at him.

"Alright, stop teasing him so much," Hakkai sighed in relief who knew his problem could be the thing saving him?

"Can't have him having a heart attack before I take him on a date~" (Name) crooned, stepping closer to Hakkai, who was melting at the closeness.

"Oh god- what have I gotten myself into..." Hakkai whispered into his hands, making everyone laugh.

"Well, if you aren't dead by the time Mitsuya's done with me and this dress. I'll be taking you on a date, if you're free." All Hakkai could door was nod, trying to find a way to calm down his burning face.

Months later Hakkai learned that (Name) was actually just as easy to tease as he is, all it took was one compliment before (Name) could even speak to make him blue screen. So despite them going on casual dates frequently, they were both flustered messes the entire god damn time. Mitsuya and Yuzuha couldn't tell if it was adorable or annoying.

#male reader #tokyo revengers #tokyo rev x reader #tokyo revengers x male reader #hakkai shiba #hakkai x male reader #hakkai x reader #hakkai fluff

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familyfriendlyweed · 4 years ago

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makeup sessions (karl jacobs x fem reader)

a/n : hi! this is my first tumblr post. i have written stuff on wattpad in the past, but it’s still quite new to me, so please be nice :]] i accept positive critism and advice, as that most definitely will help me grow as a writer!

Y/n let out something between a squeal and a scream at the same time when she saw Karl's tweet. her face was beat red and her lips couldn't help but curl into the stupidest grin ever.

the tweet read :

hey @) y/nhasursocks wanna do my makeup at my stream today :]]

it was the simplest tweet, yet it meant so much to the girl. Karl and Y/n were always really good friends, they often streamed minecraft together, but never in a million years did he yet ask her to be in his stream in real life.

Y/n picked up the phone with trembling hands, already seeing a bunch of likes, comments and retweets to Karl's tweet. before answering, she got curious to know what the people say. cautiously opening the comments section, the girl scanned it through with her eyes. a bunch of "awwwwws" and hearts could be seen, which worsened her already red cheeks.

With her heart thumping hard against her ribs, she started writing her reply :

sounds great! <3

for a moment Y/n hesitated to press the "reply" button with the "<3" emoticon in the comment, but then she figured she and Karl sent lovey dovey emojis/emoticons in the past to each other anyways, so, she pressed the "reply" button at last.

in an instant, her reply started gaining more and more likes, comments and retweets. Y/n was never really popular, having her clout was only because of Karl being her friend, so seeing this much attention was weird to her. but she didn't care about that right now. all that Y/n cared about at the moment was the fact that Karl appreciated her enough to actually invite her over.

a little bit later in the day, Y/n received a private message from Karl, which said :

hey Y/n! I'm really glad you're up to stream together <3 i planned on starting the stream at 4 pm, but you can change the time if you're busy :] here is my address (don't tell anyone! :D) - (random address lol)

Y/n answered :

thanks for inviting me bestie!! 4 pm is cool, I'll be there! <33

she set the phone down, unable to remove the blissful smile from her face. she has never felt this way before - it was really weird, but the constant butterflies in her tummy reminded her that it's a good feeling. taking a few deep breaths, Y/n reminded to herself that all she has to do is to go to Karl's house and have a good time AS FRIENDS - no romantic stuff is needed.

~~~~~time skip~~~~~

Y/n got off from the bus at 15:50, but she still had about 5 minutes to reach Karl's house. in what felt like forever, the girl felt a sting of what was unmistakably fear and guilt - what if she was late? and what if Karl would be annoyed with her for that?

slowly she broke into a panicky run. passing careless citizens, who all looked at her fear-stricken face curiously, she finally made it to the front door of Karl's home. Y/n pulled out her phone and found the code that she was supposed to enter next the main door. she quickly dialed it, a beep beep beep was heard and she entered.

finally making it to Karl's apartment, Y/n stopped to smooth her hair and straighten her clothes so she doesn't look too shabby. her body seemed to be moving on its own - her finger pressed the doorbell automatically.

Karl opened the door almost in an instant - he wore a warm smile and before Y/n could stutter a "hello", he pulled the girl into a big welcoming hug.

"hey Y/n! it's so cool you made it!" Karl exclaimed, still holding her close.

Y/n's head was spinning, she needed more time to process what was happening. but nevertheless, she finally lifted her own arms and hugged the guy. burying her face into his sweater, she inhaled Karl's scent deeply - he smelled something like honey and warm days.

"hello, Karl." she mumbled with a grin on her face.

"come on, do you want to eat something before the stream?" Karl asked, letting go of the girl and taking her hand into his instead, leading Y/n into the house.

"oh no, I'm full. let's get straight to business." she answered, the blissful smile and content blush never leaving her face.

"alrighty! you already know, but we'll have an eventful makeup session, and then I thought maybe play some minecraft so the stream isn't too short?" the guy asked, opening his bedroom door.

"sounds great!"

Karl smiled and went to his computer :

"you ready? I'll start the stream now."

the girl quickly fixed her hair again and gave him thumbs up :

"ready."

Karl started the stream with facecam on and as soon as the chat saw Y/n, it went absolutely wild.

"guys, give her a rest, poor girl just came!" he laughed, drawing her a chair. Y/n thanked quietly and sat, waving to the chat timidly. in the corner of her eye, she saw comments like "she's so adorable" and "look at Karl being a gentleman" in the chat and her cheeks grew more red, but this time from satisfaction.

"well, as you guys know, Y/n agreed to be in my stream today, and since some of you don't really know her, she's a really good friend of mine who also streams and does youtube videos - so go support her!"

from that moment Y/n relaxed more and more with each minute. it was fifteen minutes into the stream when she already felt as if at home.

"Karl, you have a hell lot of lipsticks, where did that come from?"

"uhhhh, I only bought them for the stream today!"

"oh really? why are they all used, then?" Y/n asked giggling and showing them to the stream.

"hey- don't expose me like that!"

"chat, clip it, CLIP IT!"

all was going really well, Y/n was having a really good time with Karl AS FRIENDS. it was really nice. but all hell broke loose when the time to put eyeliner came.

"alright, I have no idea why, but you have four eyeliners."

"they're my sister's."

"haha, yeah, yeah, alright. Which one do you want big man?"

"hmmm, the one in your left hand!"

Y/n set the other eyeliners on the table, quickly glancing at the chat. her cheeks grew very very red…

"Y/N DO THE MEME SIT ON HIS LAP" "SIT ON HIS LAP" "THE MEME, DO THE MEME!!!"

a/n: if anyone is confused, this is an example of the meme i’m talking about :

the girl tried to act as if she hadn't seen the comments, but Karl was already by her side, reading them with her.

"meme… what meme?" he wondered out loud. Y/n got the impression that he was genuinely confused.

'chat, shut the fuck up, please shut the fuck up.' thought Y/n, but of course chat was just being chat.

"SHE SHOULD SIT ON UR LAP" "THERE'S A MEME WHERE A GIRL DOES A GUY'S EYELINER WHILE SITTING ON HIS LAP" "WE'RE NOT FORCING BUT YOU GUYS WOULD LOOK SO CUTE"

Y/n hid her face in her hands, unable to control her blushing. Karl just chuckled sweetly :

"chat, calm down, she's going to die from blushing."

he put on the "please stand by" screen and scooted over Y/n :

"hey, it's fine. we won't do it if you don't want to," Karl then leaned closer and whispered, "I'd be pretty glad if you agreed, though."

Y/n lowered her hands, showing off the big red hue on her cheeks. for a split second Karl's eyes widened - she looked really adorable.

"I'd also be glad." the girl said, almost not believing her own words.

Karl's adorable smile came back and he leaned back:

"well then, come here."

Y/n stood up shyly and straddled his legs, grabbing the eyeliner in the process.

"do you want me to turn on the facecam?" Karl asked quietly.

the girl nodded :

"I don't mind."

he turned it on and put his hands onto Y/n's hips. even without looking at it, Y/n knew the chat was blowing up at the moment.

"you guys better subscribe, because we're providing very good fanservice." said Karl jokingly and Y/n laughed. turning to him, she opened the eyeliner and put it next to his eye, only to find him staring at her in an awe. the girl blushed as a strong urge to kiss him kicked in. it looked as if Karl wanted the same thing.

at the precise same time, they both leaned in and pressed their lips together, Y/n putting her hands onto Karl's cheeks to hide the view from the chat. the kiss was very short and with no tongue included - but it was the most sweet kiss Y/n has ever shared with someone. she pulled away, an identical grin to Karl's on her face and hugged him very tight - they almost fell off the chair.

laughing, she continued to do Karl's makeup as if nothing happened and everyone watching the stream wasn't fainting and clipping the kiss. this will be talked about for a long time, but as before, Y/n didn't care about that, and nor did Karl.

a/n : anddddd cut! it’s quite wonky, but i believe it’s pretty swell for my first mcyt fanfic :]] let me know what you think of it and if you have any tips or advice on how to make my future stories more enjoyable! thanks for reading and i hope to see you around <3

#mcyt #mcyt x reader #mcyt imagine #karl jacobs #karl jacobs x reader #karl jacobs imagines #mcyt imagines #dream smp #dream smp imagines #dream smp x reader

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river-bottom-nightmare · 3 years ago

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Nightwing #80 Review

woot woot i’ve kept it up for three issues lets gooo. i liked this issue more than the last one. there’s a lot of fanon dick characterization peppered in, but not so much that it puts me off entirely. also, i’m getting increasingly concerned about bitewing. but i did like tim in this one, very nice

look at all the blue and purple and pink. honestly at this point, i’m a broken record but come on come on come onnnnnnn. the blue and pink is very pretty though. this cover’s a bit offputting at first, and a bit spiraly, which i’m sure was the intended effect.

this is a genuine concern of mine. dick’s a vigilante, and he doesn’t have the same sprawling network and resources that bruce does. (even if he is a billionaire now, he hasn’t amassed the same collection of crime-fighting equipment that bruce has.)

i’m not sure if he’ll be able to take care of bitewing. damian’s got plenty of pets, but alfred used to take care of them, and now bruce plus the rest of the batfam is taking care of them. as far as we know, babs only drops by occasionally, and the same goes for dick’s family and friends. will dick be able to give bitewing the love and time and affection that a traumatized puppy like her needs? i really hope so.

she does look adorable in this panel tho.

dick. richard. richie. baby. why are you shirtless.

you have scars upon scars. probably chemical burns. bullet wounds. weird fucking squiggly lines from knives that only psychos with blade fetishes use. no normal person has the body that you do. and you don’t think that showing up shirtless in front of the police is going to raise suspicion? you don’t think that the people accusing you of murder are going to look at someone who looks like they’re a fucking mob enforcer and go hmm that’s a bit suspicious?

put on a SHIRT jesus CHRIST it’s like you’re not even trying to hide your identity.

look at this pompous little princess demanding only the highest quality head pets i’d burn down latvia for her. (no offense latvians it was the first country that popped into my head.)

pretty boy pretty boy pretty boy pretty boy-

no seriously kudos to the artist here. his expression is so human i wanna cry. dick, right now, is sheepishly asking a question. he knows he’s not going to get into any real trouble, he knows that he’ll be able to talk his way out of or somehow maneuver his way off this mess. but he’ll play nice for the police, so he’s asking a friend for a favour, part self-condescendingly and part oh-well-what-can-you-do.

and his expression reflects that. rather than a stoic expressionless face most male comic characters have when asking someone for something (or all the time really), rather than the weird desperate supposedly “seductive” face that most female comic characters plus dick grayson have when asking someone for something (or all the time really), he’s making a face that i pulled like yesterday. or the day before that. it’s kind of silly, kind of casual, very much human. i like it.

thank god. proper (in character) acknowledgement for officer grayson. yea, fuck cops in general, but i like that they included this line.

obviously, he’s not talking about the actual criminals, he’s talking about the police force itself. the bpd was too corrupt, and dick realized that he wasn’t helping. not only does one clean cop not make a dent in an overall dirty force, but dick was putting his allies in danger too. not only that, but it wasn’t good for dick’s mental health either. he was spreading himself too thin, and surrounding himself with some of the worst of crime 24/7 did a number on him. dick’s got a history of self-sacrificing tendencies, and i’m just glad he’s not a cop anymore.

dick has a gotham rogues mug. they make gotham rogue mugs, and dick has one.

what kinda city looks at it’s frankly horrible crime history and long list of certifiably insane serial killers who are all still alive and actively committing war crimes and goes “oooooh yea imma put that on a coffee mug!” gotham, that’s who.

this isn’t important i just like how all of bitewing’s barks are blue

back straight, hand on his hip, cheerful smile on his face as he says he’s being accused for murder. love that for him.

they couldn’t have said “yea it’s complicated” in a better way even if they put the words “yea it’s complicated” right there on the page in bold red letters. literally all the love to the artists.

dick please. you’re KILLING ME what the actual fuck IS THAT???? WHY DO YOU HAVE A MUG OF THAT???

anyway nightwing collects novelty mugs confirmed.

this paneling is so beautiful.

tim’s the focus, but he’s not the first thing you see. he’s placed in a way that forces the reader to drag their eyes all the way up the page in order to reach him. it us know just how high up tim is carelessly crouching, especially close to the ledge of the building too. i cannot think of a single better way to introduce a character, and this character in particular: you instantly know this is a version of tim with plenty of experience and training, is comfortable in his body and knows his limits, but still hangs onto that civilian awe of being in a high place and overlooking a brightly lit city.

absolute classic robin. i love it.

this isn’t even that important but it made me happy. this is how you train surf.

you don’t crouch or bend over when you get to a tunnel, which is oddly enough what most people think (at least from my experience). you bend backward. that not only 100% ensures that you’ll make sure you’re low enough to make it through the tunnel (because you can see the top of the tunnel, unlike when you crouch or bend), but it also makes it easier to get up: all you have to do is push up with your arms into a bent stance, and you’ll be in a ready, moving position. from a bend or a crouch, getting up is more awkward and more slow.

on a meta level, i like that this creative team knows what they’re doing when it comes to the small, almost unimportant stuff like that, because it makes the action more real. (as real as you can get with a guy running around stealing hearts.)

on a in-universe level, it once again drives home both dick and tim’s experience and professional level skill.

regardless of who you side with in the “should tim drake be robin again?” debate, you gotta admit that tim’s rebirth robin suit is r a d as fuck. if i’m not mistaken, this is the same one he was wearing in 2019 young justice for a little bit? it’s cute and hella cool i like it.

remember what i said about human expressions? doesn’t happen as often to tim bc he’s a Child, but it’s still nice to note when someone humanizes him, too. (that’s why i love the duckboy panel so much lol.)

me, at first: that’s not a “good call” dick that’s just common sense

me, now: sprinkled throughout the entire comic we can see dick bending to tim’s instructions if only briefly, joking with him to keep the mood light while still maintaining a serious mood and retaining control over this particular outing. this implies that dick’s doing it intentionally, purposefully leaving places in his sentences blank and offering affirmations, in order to encourage tim and train him in things bruce might not necessarily touch on, such as social chameleoning and misdirection techniques and love/affirmation from a family member. dick is not only a loving and supportive big brother, but he never stops training his younger brother in better vigilante tecnhiques because he wants tim to be better than him. in this essay i will-

d o g g o

also bitewing is getting so many head pats today i’m living for it

look at him, standing on a telephone wire with ease. nice flex, dick.

also look at how he’s silhouetted. the moon’s full bright, bright enough that the sky around dick is light, too. (at least. i’m like 99% sure that’s the moon.) not like most batman comics, where it’s sometimes hard to distinguish bruce from the background, which is entirely on purpose.

gotham is a dark gritty city, and so is bruce. the two of them are one. bludhaven may be a bit of a mess, but it’s being portrayed in all these different shades of blue and purple and pink, that are all light enough that dick stands out from the background. he hasn’t been swallowed up by the city, and chances are that he won’t ever be. also, the colouring helps establish bludhaven as a city too. there’s still hope for it. the light colouring means that it’s not going to sink into a pit as deep as the one bruce wove gotham into. the whole point of this nightwing arc in particular is to turn bludhaven into a better place, and it’s (most likely) letting us know early on that dick is going to accomplish that. he’ll struggle, but he’ll do it.

so dick??? dick designed his escrima sticks with a situation like this in mind? he created his signature and most iconic weapon (other than his chatty mouth), with a built in feature that turns his escrima sticks into tim’s signature and most iconic weapon???? just so that if he and tim ever got into a situation where tim didn’t have his staff, dick could make sure tim had the thing that would give him an edge over anyone he was fighting??? he’s such a big brother oh my goddd.

also tim’s smirk in this is just *chef kiss.* a staff is something he can work with, a staff is something he wields like an extension of his arm, a staff is means that someone’s about to get their ass kicked because tim’s about to beat the shit outta them.

this is my new phone background.

they really made sure we remembered that hey, those first few months when bruce was grieving too much to be any sort of a mentor to tim and was still unwilling to properly train him to be robin out of fear that he would end up like jason, dick was the one who stepped up (once he got over himself and his own fears and hangups with bruce) and trained tim to be robin, trained him how to fight and flip and fuckin fly out there, all while changing his own style a bit to be the more experienced one in the partnership while still trusting said partner to hold their own, so dick and tim have a very unique and cohesive fighting style that makes it hell for anyone who fights them together, didn’t they?

#river thinks too hard #nightwing 80 #nightwing 80 spoilers #nightwing #dick grayson #tim drake #red robin #robin #nightwing 80 meta #nightwing meta #dick grayson meta #tim drake meta #red robin meta #robin meta #dc meta #dc

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heyyyharry · 4 years ago

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Ugly Sweater

(a blurb from the Flatmate series)

…in which Y/N makes Harry wear an ugly matching sweater with to a Christmas party.

Word count: 2k

Sorry for posting the Christmas blurb on New Year lol but HAPPY NEW YEAR FROM THE FLATMATEVERSE!!!

“Come out, babe. Let me see.”

“Put your phone away.”

“I’m not filming,” Y/N giggled as she settled into the couch.

In his bedroom, Harry let out the longest sigh. “Okay, I trust you,” he said

The door creaked open. He stepped out slowly, wearing the ridiculous sweater she’d gifted him the day before. It looked identical to the one she was wearing right now.

“Aww, you look so cute!” she said with both hands on her heart while he gave a constipated grin that cracked her right up. “Stop making that face! You remind me of the Grinch.”

“I feel like the Grinch,” he said.

She got up and slipped her arms around his neck. “Well, that’s kinda hot.”

He made a face. “You’re into some weird shit, love.”

“I’m dating you, aren’t I?”

“Heeeeeey.”

“Just kidding.” She tiptoed and pecked him on the nose. “I love you. You’re really rocking this ugly sweater.”

Harry chuckled as he pulled back and looked down to scrutinise his sweater. “My Santa seems so disappointed.”

“I think that’s because they messed up his smile.”

“Ugh. Looks more like Satan than Santa.” He cringed and then kissed her forehead. “I love you, weirdo. Wouldn’t wear this for anyone else.”

“Awww, I love you, too,” she said with her arms around his waist.

Harry smiled as he held her cheeks. “Now, what movie should we–”

The buzzing of his phone on the table cut him off mid-sentence. Y/N would have asked him to ignore it if the messages didn’t keep on coming. They were all from a group chat.

“Looks like an emergency,” she said.

Harry looked guilty. “You want me to read them?”

She nodded. “Go ahead.”

“Kay.”

Harry grabbed the phone and they both sat down together on the couch to read the messages from his friends.

Niall: Harry what the fuck? You didn’t forget, did you?

Layla: Hello???? Styles???? Are you coming or are we not friends anymore???

Liam: CHRISTMAS PARTY AT LOU’S

Louis: Bring your girlfriend if you must

Trix: Hey, guys, watch this cat TikTok!

“I wanna watch that cat TikTok,” Y/N joked. Harry said nothing. He gave her an apologetic look and she knew right away what he wanted to say. “It’s okay.” She smiled. “Let’s go to the party together.”

Still, he didn’t look any more relieved. “I feel terrible,” he said. “I should have told them I was gonna spend time with you tonight.”

Y/N shushed him as she leaned in and kissed him on the lips. Cupping his face, she said, “It’s okay. We can leave early and watch the movie when we get back.”

“Yeah?” Harry’s face brightened. “Thank you for understanding, love. I’ll go change.”

“Change?”

Harry froze as soon as he got up. When he gestured to the sweater, Y/N replied with a raised eyebrow, challenging him to even ask the question.

He let out a sigh as his shoulders slumped. “You’re gonna make me wear this to the party, aren’t you?”

“Well, that’s your punishment,” she said with a shrug.

He blew out his cheeks and smirked, standing with his hands on his hips like a dad. “Oh, the things I’d do for you. I fucking hate myself for that.”

“Don’t worry.” She beamed, leaning back into the couch. “I’ll love you for both of us.”

Just like how the Great Wall of China was visible from space, this party was audible from space. Y/N knew Louis was rich and he only shared a flat with Liam and Niall to get the full ‘college experience’, but it wasn’t until tonight that she discovered he wasn’t just rich, he was ‘paying his neighbours so he could play music so loud you could practically see the sound waves’ rich. When Harry opened the door, the noise sucked Y/N in like a black hole. She couldn’t just hear the music, it was pounding inside her body, making my heart thump in rhythm with the beat. She hated this already.

“You good, love?” Harry asked, squeezing her hand. He could always sense when she was getting nervous in public without her having to explain herself. She was thankful for that.

“I’m good. We’ll leave early anyway,” she said, reassuring herself with a forced smile.

Harry nodded and pulled her closer. They let themselves get dragged into the orbit of people, slipping in between bodies, suffocating in a blanket of smoke and aftershave. Ew. This was why Y/N hated parties.

The one thing that put her off the most was Harry looking almost out of place as her. At first, she couldn’t figure out the reason why he seemed so anxious; he was always the life of the party. Hands grabbed him and people called his name, but he didn’t respond to anyone. It took her a moment to realise that it must be the ugly matching sweater she’d made him wear tonight. As embarrassing as it was, Y/N found it quite hilarious.

They finally made it to the kitchen, which heaved like a living organism with people slithering over one another, back and forth between the fridge and the door. Harry held her hand tightly as they skittered around a couple who were basically dry humping against the kitchen island. His friends were standing by the freezer with several bottles of vodka in their hands. Trix was the first to notice Harry and Y/N because she was the only one who’d been daydreaming instead of taking part in the convo.

“Harry’s here!” Trix cheered as she gave Harry and then Y/N a bear hug.

Sitting on the counter, Layla flipped her hair over her shoulder and eyed Harry up and down with a corner of her mouth arched. “Well, well, well, isn’t this Santa Claus? What the fuck are you wearing?”

“Clothes.”

“Whose?” Louis asked, tittering like a schoolboy into his fist.

“Your mum’s,” Harry answered dryly, causing Liam to burst out laughing.

“Aww, matching sweaters,” Niall pointed out as he gestured between Y/N and Harry with the hand that was holding the bottle.

“Oh, didn’t see you there,” Layla told Y/N with a smirk. “Santa’s favourite elf.”

“Can you not be mean for one night? It’s literally Christmas’ Eve,” Harry said calmly yet Y/N could make out the annoyance in his tone. It wasn’t unusual that he had to stand up for her to Layla. Y/N couldn’t tell that the girl was brutally honest or just unapologetically mean. She could see herself becoming friends with Trix and the guys, but she wouldn’t dare to dream of getting to know Layla Scott.

“You don’t get to act like a victim, Styles.” Layla cocked her head. “You ditched us for her then showed up when the party’s almost over, dressed like my dad on family portrait day.”

“Family portrait day?” Liam sounded surprised.

Niall gave a nonchalant shrug. “Rich people thing.”

“We do that,” Louis added. “Awful awful day.”

“I wanna see the portrait!”

“Later, Trix.”

“I’m sorry,” Harry sighed, combing his fingers through his hair. “I forgot to tell you guys I had other plans with Y/N, but we’re here now–Niall, did you just take a pic?”

“It’s for my story,” Niall said and quickly thrust his phone into his back pocket before Harry could grab it. “I wanna show everyone your sweater. Santa looks high as fuck. No offence, Y/N.”

“It’s ugly.” Layla crossed her arms as she gave both sweaters a look of disgust. “You’re a simp, Harry. That’s what you are.”

“Um, guys?”

“What Trix?” Louis asked. Everyone looked at Trix. Y/N could take Layla’s insults because Layla insulted everyone, but if Trix said something mean to her, she’d definitely cry.

“I actually love their sweaters,” Trix said, to everyone’s shock. “The picture of Santa Claus on Harry’s sweater might give me nightmares tonight, but I think it’s sweet that Harry’s wearing it simply because it makes Y/N happy. Would you wear an ugly sweater for Layla, Niall?”

Everyone knew Trix wasn’t being savage; she was just curious and straightforward. But Niall was already sweating. “Layla would never let me wear an ugly sweater,” he nervously chuckled.

Layla’s reaction was the opposite of satisfied. “It’s a yes or no question, Horan,” she snapped.

“Uh...”

“Unbelievable!” Layla gasped and hopped off the counter.

Liam and Louis tried to contain their laughter as they watched Layla storm to the door and Niall rushing after her to apologise.

“I feel bad,” Y/N said.

Harry laughed as he rubbed her back. “Don’t be, babe. Last week she was mad at Niall because he said he wouldn’t be friends with her if she were a worm.”

Y/N’s raised both eyebrows. “Oh.”

“They’re in love,” Louis said.

Liam nodded enthusiastically. “We’re still waiting for them to find out.”

The guys all laughed together, so Y/N did too. She felt much more at ease now. Harry could probably see that as he put an arm around her shoulders and kissed her temple.

Y/N wanted to thank Trix for what she’d said, but Trix had already disappeared. Liam and Louis also left to search for Layla and Niall, probably to film the pair arguing and put it on their Instagram stories. Even though they made fun of each other all the time, Y/N knew they were loyal and cared about each other. She wished she had a group of friends like that.

“What are you thinking about?” Harry’s voice pulled her out of her thoughts.

She turned back to him with a wide smile. “Nothing. I’m sorry I made you go out wearing this.”

“Nah, it’s fine.” He beamed. “I kinda like it now.”

“Liar.”

“It’s true.”

“Wear it on campus tomorrow then.”

“I will.”

Y/N blinked, taken aback by his nonchalance. “Really?”

Harry sighed as he took her face between his palms and kissed her once on the nose. “I’d walk around London naked if you told me to. Layla was right. I’m a simp for you, love.”

Y/N giggled, arms wrapped around his waist. “Well, I wouldn’t ask you to do such a thing. Don’t want all the ladies in London to go after my man.”

“Your man,” Harry said softly, a smile spreading his lips. “I like the sound of it.”

“Guys!”

Harry and Y/N both flinched and whipped their heads to the door. There stood a breathless Niall. “We’re watching a movie in the living room, if anyone wanna join,” Niall told everyone in the kitchen then narrowed his eyes at Harry. “Also, fuck you and your sweater, Styles. Now Layla’s mad at me. Not you, Y/N. You’re good.”

“I like him,” Y/N said as Niall ran off once again.

Harry rolled his eyes. “I don’t anymore,” he chuckled, gently petting Y/N’s hair. “Do you wanna stay and watch a movie with my friends or should we just go? Layla’s mad at Niall so she won’t notice our absence.”

Y/N shook her head. “No. I’d like to stay.”

Harry’s eyes went round when he realised she was being serious.

“It’s fun,” she added, stroking his hair. “I like your friends.”

“Really?” His eyes widened even more. “I was afraid they were too rude to you.”

“I know they were just teasing,” Y/N said. “Well, except for Layla.”

“Definitely not Layla,” Harry agreed. “She was born mean.”

Y/N giggled at the face Harry made with his tongue sticking out. “Well, your friends are so much fun. I like them. As rude and loud as they are.”

“That’s good, love,” Harry said with a sigh of content and relief. He pulled her into him again and kissed her twice on the forehead. “Let’s go, baby. There are still so many people who haven’t seen our ugly sweaters.”

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kpopmultifan127 · 4 years ago

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UserName: HaechanTheSun02

*DISCLAIMER: unprotected sex (be responsible), dirty talk, a tiny bit of fluff, camgirl*

Characters: Haechan/Donghyuck x female reader

Word count: 3,088

LOL I DIDN’T PROOF READ SO IF THERE ARE MISTAKES SORRY!

[7:00 AM] her alarm goes off to wake herself up for another day of school. College was so hectic for y/n. She really had no support what so ever or anyone around to help her with her studies. Y/n was kind of just to herself most of the time.

As she sat up on her bed to check her phone, she had a few notifications from her mom asking how’s school and if she needed any money. y/n hated asking her parents for money, she wanted to be independent. It was pretty bad too she thought of so many ways to make the money. But she couldn’t get a job because that would conflict with her studies and didn’t want to bring all of her school stuff to work.

That’s when y/n were reading that CamGirls were quite popular. Men and women watching other women play with themselves for money. She’s started doing it not too long, and she was making some decent money to help with paying off her school tuition.

y/n checked the rest of her notifications which most of them were from the site she uses to go for her CamLive.

{From: HaechanTheSun02} Are you going to go live tonight SunGoddess? I just got paid and I’m ready to blow it all on you babe.

HaechanTheSun02 whoever that person can be was her frequent viewer and the stuff he’d send as she was live always turned her on and even mentioned to him that she hope to meet him someday. Maybe he can say those things to her face. y/n thought to herself....”I could use more money...yeah I guess I’ll go live tonight” y/n then posted a status Be ready for tonight because it’s going to be fun! seconds after posting it she’s gotten many likes.

sometimes y/n was still at little awkward and shy at what she does on the side, but at least she doesn’t really have to worry about it. She doesn’t have a lot of friends or people coming over so she just lived her days as if nothing happens.

y/n got ready for school and headed out. her first class of the day she always dreaded. It was Chemisty, she was horrible at it and never really talked to anyone in her class except her desk mate pretty much her only friend Mina. Mina was also the only person that knows of her “side job”, it never bothered her that y/n did these kinds of things. She’d always tell her “hey as long as you’re not doing drugs, do whatever floats your boat”

As class was about to start y/n and Mina began taking out their books. y/n got distracted as she looked up to see the man of her dreams. His name was Donghyuck, one of the most popular guys in school he was gorgeous, athletic, never judges anyone and one of the smartest guys in this class. Y/n never dared to talk to him as she wouldn’t know what to say to do around him. Mina noticed y/n face started to become a light shade of pink and her ears turn red.

Mina: you’ve been gawking about Hyuck for so long...why don’t you just talk to him?!

y/n: are you crazy?!

Mina: why?! what’s so crazy about talking to him?

y/n: I wouldn’t know what to do or say.

Mina let out a soft scoff.

Mina: oh please we both know you always think about him during your damn camlive’s!

y/n: OH MY GOD SHHH! Before someone hears you!

Mina just rolled her eyes, and then their teacher comes walking into their class. Their teacher didn’t look to happy when she walked into class, as she slammed her book on the desk.

Teacher: you guys I’m so disappointed in most of you...I can tell most of you guys didn’t study for this simple test. We’ve gone over these things over and over.

She continued to lecture the class about getting work done and doing good on tests.

Teacher: I’m doing something different now. Everyone grab your stuff and get off your seats. I’m moving everyone around!

The entire class sighed in disbelief because now Mina and y/n knew they weren’t going to be able to sit next to each other the rest of the year.

Teacher: I’m pairing everyone off with someone that is able to help one and another.

In y/n mind she was getting nervous, she knew she was one of the few who did horrible on the test because she HATED Chemistry. She could care less who she sat next to other than Hyuck. Y/n wouldn’t do well sitting next to him.

Teacher: Mina and Johnny. you guys are together.

Mina made eye contact with y/n mouthing “I’m sorry” although they know it’s neither of their faults they can’t sit next to each other.

Teacher: y/n?

y/n: yes?....

Teacher: you are going to be with....

y/n thinks to herself “please not Hyuck, please not Hyuck”

Teacher: you and Donghyuck.

y/n frozen at her steps as she heard the one person she wish not to sit with, but now has no choice. Y/n set her things at her new desk along with Hyuck. He looked at her with a soft smile.

Hyuck: Hey new deskmate. y/n right?

y/n:...yeah

Hyuck: what’s wrong?

y/n:...we both know why I’m sitting next to you....obviously I’m not the smartest.

Hyuck: it’s ok we can help each other out isn’t this the whole point of the new seating arrangements?

y/n thought to herself...maybe this isn’t bad after all. He never made her feel like she was dumb or that he was bigger than her. y/n looked at her books with a smile as she glanced over to Mina where she’s making kissy faces to her. Mina mouthing to her “TALK TO HIM IDIOT”

School went by smoothly and y/n was so happy her day was done and she can just go home. She did all her homework, showered, ate and did a little bit of more studying before she jumped on her live feed.

[11:30 pm] y/n turns on her cam and sits there waiting for others to join..

So far 30 people signed on...more than she imagined...this was a big crowd this time around, she usually only has 10-20 people watching her. y/n looked to see who was in the room.

y/n: hey bigdaddy23....I’m going to start here in a bit. I’m just going to go get ready.

y/n walked off camera changing into only her silk robe that HaechanTheSun02 sent to you through the site. y/n never showed her face just up to her nose, never showing her entire face so she can keep her identity safe. When she came back she noticed HaechanTheSun02 signed on and commented “I’m ready for you baby”

y/n: hey Haechan....I’m ready for you. and all of you.

{HaechanTheSun02} I’m loving that robe on you...I’m sure it’ll look better off of you....

y/n began to tease her views by slipping off her robe.

{HaechanTheSun02 donated $150}

y/n: wow thank you Haechan....want more?

y/n began to play with herself as comments and donations kept rolling in.

{HaechanTheSun02} man the things I’d do to that lil pussy...

y/n: oh yeah what would you do to it?

y/n letting out soft moans as she continued to play with every part of her body.

{HaechanTheSun02} I’d fuck it like there was no tomorrow. Let you ride me until you I fill you up.

Shivers went down y/n body as she was close to her high. Wishing whoever he was watching could just be there doing it all for her. y/n hit her high as she moaned on camera until she finished coming all over her fingers. Pulling them out showing the camera.

y/n: look Haechan...look what you did do me...Well that’s it for tonight, thank you all for watching.

y/n blew a soft kiss to the camera and turned it off. After cleaning herself off she laid in bed still coming back down from her high earlier, all she could think about is Donghyuck. Being a camgirl is another reason why she didn’t want to talk to him and he end finding out what she does.

A few days has passed and you’ve gotten a little closer to Hyuck. The teacher announced that they had a project due for the mid terms and it was a partner project with your deskmate.

Hyuck: I’d invite you to my house to work on the project but my roommate Jeno is back from his trip and the place is kinda small.

y/n: It’s ok. I live by myself, we can work on it at my house.

y/n thought to herself...”oh wait, what if he finds out about what I do?...nah no way he’d no. He’s not into that kind of stuff”

Hyuck: oh good...we can work on it tonight? I can take us to your house?

y/n: yeah sure...

Hyuck: I just need to run to my house to grab a few things and we can go.

After school Hyuck drove back to his place to grab a few things to work with on the project.

y/n: you weren’t kidding when you said your place was small...

Hyuck: haha yeah, I use to live with my parents but they moved back to Seoul and I just stayed back with Jeno.

y/n looked around while he grabbed some things. She saw a baby picture of Hyuck on the beach with his little sister. It brought a smile to her face.

y/n: is this you?

Hyuck: haha yeah, and my little sister...

y/n: you’re so cute...I mean you’re still cute now...no well I mean...

y/n became red and looked away. Leaving Hyuck with a smile on his face.

Hyuck: Ok I got what I needed are you ready?

They left his house and arrived at y/n’s apartment.

y/n: sorry it’s a little messy in the living room, I’m repainting the walls. We can work in my room.

They walked over to her room. Hyuck standing in the doorway looking around her room, as it was really familar to him.

y/n: are you ok?

Hyuck:...oh- yeah..I’m fine.

He noticed the silk robe hanging on the back of your chair.

Hyuck: nice robe..

y/n:...oh haha thanks. Someone gave it to me as uhh---

y/n began to stutter to think “Who and what do I say as what it was given to me for?”

y/n:....as a thank you gift...

Hyuck:..ah ok.

In his mind he’s seen this before....he knew for a fact this is the same robe he gave the camgirl he watches every night.

y/n: ready?

Hyuck: oh--yeah.

Hyuck couldn’t concentrate on the project knowing that y/n was the one he’s been watching while jerking himself off wishing she could do it for him. He kept glancing over to her as she was doing her part of the project. y/n needed something on the side of the desk Hyuck was on. Y/n stood up and leaned over him to grab whatever she needed. Hyuck could feel himself become hard as she was leaning over him.

y/n: you ok Hyuck?

Hyuck: oh yeah...I’m fine.

As he sat up in his chair trying to adjust himself without being obvious his dick was hard as a rock.

Hyuck: is it ok if I used your bathroom?

y/n: yeah sure it’s the door right across.

He stood up and walked straight to the door while y/n continued to finish her work.

Whispering to himself...

Hyuck: no that can’t be her..there’s no way. damn she’s hot....no. I can’t...she’s my desk mate. She won’t do shit with me.

Hyuck threw some water on his face and walked back into the room where he saw y/n bent over picking up the pencils she dropped. He felt himself become even more hard looking at her behind right in front of him. Hyuck walked closer to y/n as she stood up and turned to face him where they were inches away from each other’s lips.

y/n:...wh--what’s wrong Hyuck.

y/n glancing down to see what was rubbing against her body as she saw how hard Hyuck was. Giving her chills down her back and felt herself become wet as she was being touched by the man of her dreams.

Hyuck: I know you see it...what are you going to do now?

y/n: wh-what do you mean?

Hyuck: you did this to me....

y/n: ..d--do what?

He then grabbed her hand and placed it on his hard member that she caused. y/n became more and more wet with feel of him.

Hyuck: you did this to me...I want you to fix it.

y/n: what do you want me to do?

Hyuck: I want you to ride it so I can fill you up like there’s no tomorrow.

y/n heard those words before...those words that made her feel good. More chills came down her spine....she thought for a moment...is this Haechan? nah that can’t be him.

Hyuck: Wear that pretty robe I gave you.

y/n: huh?

Hyuck glanced over to the robe that draped over her chair...that’s when she knew he was Haechan..

y/n: you’re HaechanTheSun?

Hyuck: why are you so surprised and shy now? so you’re the one I’ve been jerking off to every night...man the things I’d do to that pretty lil pussy of yours.

y/n: I just never thought of you be one of those guys to watch these things.

Hyuck: well now you know...

your body became weak as you fell onto the bed, he could see what it was doing to you and felt the wetness of our core on his thigh as he came closer to you on your bed.

Hyuck: you can tell me to stop if you want...

y/n bit the bottom of her lip and she nodded “no” and pulled him closer to her feeling his hard member against her hot core. Hyuck placing soft kisses on her neck and y/n arched her back at how good everything feels. She can now feel his touch on her and not through a computer screen. Hyuck feeling how wet she was made him harder than he can handle. y/n whispers in his ear...

y/n: I want you inside me Hyuck.

Hyuck:...you don’t have to ask me twice baby...seems like you’re ready for me too. I get to fuck this pretty cunt, be ready because I’m not taking it slow.

As he said that, he slid into her and began to thrust in and out feeling her constricting on his cock.

Hyuck: damn y/n you feel fucken amazing...

y/n: ....don’t stop Hyuck. You feel so fucken good....

He never held back and went in hard making y/n moan turning him on more and more.

Hyuck: damn baby I finally get to fuck this tight pussy instead of watching you...

y/n: Hyuck I’m almost there---don’t stop

Hyuck: nope not yet baby...

He then pulled out making y/n whimper as he flipped onto his back placing y/n back on his dick...

Hyuck: I want you to ride me until you cum baby..

y/n began grinding on him faster and faster...she could feel her high coming real quick...

y/n:...oh my god I’m gonna....I’m cumming Hyuck.

Hyuck: grind on my dick harder babe....

Seconds after reaching her high and grinding on his dick he came filling her up with his cum. y/n became wobbly and laid on top of Hyuck placing her head on the crook of his neck. Hyuck ran his fingers up and down her back as he became soft in her. Letting her rest on top of him...

Hyuck: damn y/n that was hot...

y/n got off both of them cleaning themselves off. y/n sat on the edge of her bed with her hands covering her face as she was wearing the robe Hyuck gave her.

Hyuck: what’s wrong?

y/n: ....you know what I do now..

Hyuck: and?

y/n looked up from her hands looking towards Hyuck as she watched him put his clothes back on.

y/n: it doesn’t bother you?

Hyuck: maybe...

y/n: really?

Hyuck: yeah...

y/n had gotten sad because all she could think of is that he hated every bit of it and now that he knows who she was he wanted nothing to do with her.

y/n:...oh ok.

Hyuck:...I don’t want to share you now.

y/n frozen at the edge of her bed by the words he just said. Hyuck walked over to where she was as he stood in front of her. Pulling her chin up for her to look at him.

Hyuck: I like you y/n

y/n:...you wh--

Hyuck: yeah I like you a lot. After becoming your desk mate and getting to know you, I have a lot of fun with you. But it’s ok if you don’t like me back I still want to hangout with you....

y/n: would you believe me if I told you I liked you before you liked me?

Hyuck: really?

y/n:...yeah. I just never said anything well because you’re Donghyuck the most popular guy in school.

He leaned in to give y/n a kiss on the lips and parted with a smile right after.

Hyuck: so does that mean we are an item now?

y/n shyly nodded yes but then y/n looked down at her lap.

Hyuck: what’s wrong baby?

y/n: I should tell you something too...

Hyuck: what’s up?

y/n: the times I was on live and you were sending those comments to me all I could think about was you. I’d never think HaechanTheSun would be you.

Hyuck: wanna know something?

y/n: yeah?

Hyuck: actually after getting to know you and I’d watch the lives I would think about you all the time. so finally knowing it was you behind that camera was a huge bonus.

y/n giggled...

Hyuck: but I do want to ask...why did you do it? is it because of the money?

y/n scratched the back of her neck...

y/n: well yeah...it’s hard for me to get a job..I mean it’s not I just don’t want my studies to come with me to work.

Hyuck: well I can help you study, but I can’t make promises that I won’t touch you...

Hyuck leaned in and gave y/n another kiss.

Hyuck: well now I can take care of you. and you don’t have to do those cams anymore...b/c that’s only my pussy now and no one elses...

y/n: thank you Haechannie...

Hyuck:...hmm Haechannie...I like that.

After saying that pet name Hyuck pushed y/n back on to the bed ripping the robe off of her once again....

I might do a part 2 to this story but the fluff side of their relationship....

HERE’s PART TWO

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kelieah · 5 years ago

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my neighborhood (peter parker x vigilante!reader) [1]

request: @annamckayla : HELLO! Omg i love ur writing so much ahhhh! I was hoping I could request for a peter x reader, where they are both heroes (or reader is bad idm up to you) and they are fighting ppl / each other but they are super flirty! AHH OK ILY BYEEE ;)))))))))

warnings: sarcasm, insulting, flirting, fighting. reader is a vigilante, goes to midtown high and is semi close friends with peter. kinda like a hate love relationship. alsooo reader’s powers is speed and eletricity so basically the flash idkdkdk sorry

edited: i’m working on a new series based off of this request! masterlist for it is here

a/n: my first request! so happy hehe ilyt!! also im so sorry if this doesnt make sense, im not great with super powers lol

pov: first, y/n

masterlist

I have to admit. He’s cute, but he’s so irritating. Is it the fact that he’s so undeniably cute? Yes. No, yes but Peter is such a know it all, or at least I think so.

For some reason, it didn’t stop me from hanging out with him and his friends for the past couple of months. After picking up some school lunch, I grab a seat in front of Peter and Ned.

“Hey Y/n,” Ned smiles. “Hi Ned! Hi Peter,” I greet back, looking over at Peter. He didn’t seem to notice, his eyes too focused on Liz.

“Why do you even hang out with them Y/n, they’re losers,” I hear MJ pipe up. Ned, Peter and I all turn our heads to her.

“True-” I stifle a laugh.

“Then why are you sitting here with us?” Peter retorts.

“Because she’s cool, and doesn’t drool over seniors like, someone,” I cough, smirking at him. He rolls his eyes and glares at me.

“She’s not wrong,” Ned murmurs.

“Dude!” Peter huffs, making me giggle. He smiles slightly and slumps on the palm of his hand, looking away.

“Pete, could you come over after school? I need help with chem, and I know you need help with English,” I poke him with a fork causing him to swat me away.

“Yeah whatever, I think that’s just an excuse to get me to come over,” he teases.

“Shut up!” I groan. Ned and MJ share a suspicious glance. “What?” I ask cluelessly.

“Nothing,” they both say quietly.

After a long dreadful day of school, Peter and I met up at the front of the school, by the gates.

“Hey Penis Parker,” I smirk, holding onto my backpack straps.

He lets out a long sigh, “Not you too, Y/n. C’mon,” he huffs.

“I’m just messing with you Pete,” I bump into him, beginning to walk ahead.

He follows, catching up easily, “Right. Anyways, have you heard about the new vigilante in town?”

I tense at the subject, “Uhm yeah, that speedy girl?”

“Yup. What do you think about her?”

“Uh, I don’t know. All I know is that she’s probably better than Spider-Man.”

He looks at me offended, “Who’s to say? Spider-Man is like, super-human, he has a bunch of powers-”

“Don’t get your panties all in a twist, I’m just saying,” I laugh, “Sheesh didn’t think you were such a big fan of Spider-Man.”

“U-uh why wouldn’t I be, he’s s-super cool.” “Said every teenager ever, I like this new girl. She’s kind of refreshing y’know?”

“Meh,” Peter shrugs, and I scoff shoving him aside.

We eventually head to my apartment and study together. I messed around while Peter tried to help me with homework, but he ended up getting distracted anyways.

I let out a long groan, “Shut up! You’ve been talking about chemistry for the past 30 minutes and I didn’t understand one thing that came out of your mouth.”

Peter’s mouth drops. He throws one of my pillows at me, “You asked me to come over!”

“I know, because I’m lonely.”

“Sure.”

“You’re right, I just needed you to do my homework.”

“I hate you.”

“I love you too,” I flash him a cheeky smile, causing him to roll his eyes. I glance over at the clock, “Hey uh, I think you should head out soon. My dad’s coming back from work soon and you know how he is with boys.”

“Yeah yeah, don’t miss me too much,” he gets up, gathering his things.

“Reverse card!” “See you,” he chuckles and walks off.

“Bye Penis Parker!” I yell, making sure he left. As soon as he closed the front door, I rush into my closet to get out my suit.

After putting it on and tidying up room, I head out my window and jump out to the fire escape.

I decide to scan the city, running and jumping from building to building. It seemed quiet so I sat down on the ledge of some random building.

I hear a quiet thud next to me. I glance over at the figure, who I made out to be Spider-Man. “Ah, well if it isn’t the infamous Spider-Man.”

“Thought I’d check out who the new girl in town is,” he chuckles. His voice seemed higher than I expected it to be, it almost sounds familiar. Weird. Could it be? No way, that’s impossible.

“You care about me? I’m touched,” I place a hand on my heart. I hear him stifle a laugh and shake his head.

He went quiet for a second and stood up from his crouching position, “There’s something going on by 5th street in some warehouse,” he says.

“Guess we should head over-”

“We? I don’t know about that new girl, this is my neighborhood,” he jumps off the ledge, swinging from building to building.

The fuck, who does this guy think he is!?

I rush downstairs and speed off to 5th street, managing to get there before he did. “Yes, we,” I cross my arms looking up at Spider-Man who arrived shortly after me.

He scoffs, “So you’re fast. Hopefully you can catch up, sweetheart,” he swings up to the roof of a warehouse.

I quickly follow, managing to find a way inside and on to the rooftop. I run over to where Spider-Man is crouched down behind a large air vent. I poke my head out to see a poor lady tied to a chair, with a bunch of men surronding her.

“Some kind of intense hostage situation,” he whispers.

“You’re an intense hostage situation,” I murmur.

“What? Shut up!” he whispers. “Oh my god, I think that’s the mayor.”

He jumps up from the vent, placing his hands on his hips. “Hey uh, guys I don’t think you should be treating a lady- especially our mayor like that,” he says, changing the pitch of his voice. I scrunch up my nose at his awkwardness.

“What the fuck, who called him-!” I hear a rough voice yell out, followed by a series of gunshots and screaming.

Spider-Man yelps and manages to fling some guns aside, causing two men to gang up on him, “Hey, new girl a little help!” he yells out. There another two men next to the mayor, with large guns in their hands.

“On it!” I call back, rushing over to the two men circling them. “Hi there,” I grin, place my hands on their guns surging a large amount of eletricity to them, knocking them out.

I help the mayor out, making sure she wasn’t injured or anything. “Karen, call the police and give them our location,” I hear Spider-Man mumble quickly, grunting as he knocks out the two men he was dealing with.

The mayor who was still in complete shock began to ramble, “T-thank you Spider-Man. T-thank you?” she looks over at me.

“Uhm, Velocity?” I rub my arm as Spider-Man watches in amusement.

“Thank you both really-” she sniffs. Suddenly, the roof top door slams open and a bunch of big bulky men come out with these weird looking weapons.

“Heads up, Spidey!” I yell, as one of the men shoot their weird looking gun that emitted some type of green energy.

I grab the Mayor and speed down to the front of the building, where a bunch of police cars pulled up.

Shocked from the momentum, she falls to her knees. “I’m so sorry, but I had to get you out of there. Stay safe!” I rush back to the rooftop.

I notice Spider-Man struggling to get this one guy off of him, “Pretty boy, to your right!” I yell. I run over to one of the weapons and toss it to him.

He quickly webs it and slings it against the guy, knocking him out, “Pretty boy?” he scoffs.

“Yeah, that’s what you sound like!” I grunt, punching a guy who was coming to my left with a surge of electricity.

“So you’d be an annoying girl?” he smirks, also fighting off someone who rushed towards him.

“I’d be honored,” I scoff. “Holy shit!” I let out a yelp as I felt myself being lifted in the air by one of the weapons.

I hear a quick thwip and suddenly I was back on my feet, with Spider-Man’s arm around my waist, “My hero-” I gasp dramatically.

“Cute,” he rolls his eyes. He pushes me towards another guy who was trying to get their weird gun to work.

I frown instantly, and circle around him grabbing the gun before he could do anything. I fling it against him, and press my hand harshly on the gun, causing eletricity to rush all over him.

He knocks out, and I turn around, seeing Spider-Man fling against the air vent. I inhale sharply and rush towards the guy, knocking him off his feet causing him to let go of the weapon.

I kick it away, the guy gets back up and attempts to punch at me. I easily dodge his attacks and punch him with eletricity.

“Oh my god, I did it- I mean we did it! We-” I look over at Spidey who was slump on the ground. “Shit,” I speed over to his side, propping his head up onto my lap. “Pretty boy, you still there?”

I notice his mask was slightly cut open, blood seeping out from the side of his head. I knew that he had the mask on for a reason, but he could be dying. It’s not like I would out him to anyone. I understand why he would keep his identity a secret, it’s what I do as well.

I inhale deeply, pulling off his mask. I let out a gasp, “Peter!?”

part two

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just-jordie-things · 5 years ago

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Jealous Much? - Peter Parker

word count: 2541 warnings: swearing summary: (y/n) is just a little bit jealous but Peter thinks it’s adorably unnecessary (a/n): this is really old lol

(y/n) was never really much for jealousy. She trusted her boyfriend, she knew he’d never do anything behind her back, and even if he did he’d feel incredibly guilty about it. It’s what made Peter Parker cute. He was so afraid of hurting her feelings that it made his stomach twist up and he’d apologize profusely. It happened just last week when they were supposed to have a movie night but he’d forgotten to but popcorn.

And of course she was never mad, how could she be? He was just so damn cute when he rambled on with ridiculous apologies and all she could do was smile and kiss him.

She was standing at her locker when the boy came up to her, smiling as soon as he’d seen her putting her things away. The usual sleepy look on her face since it was seven in the morning, and he’d learned quickly she was not a morning person.

“Morning beautiful” He called, and she turned around to smile at him, allowing him to kiss her cheek quickly. Public displays of affection made Peter nervous, but it was worth it to see her blush before looking down to hide her grin.

“Morning” She responded, her tiredness evident in her voice. “How was patrol last night?” She asked him quietly before shutting her locker and holding onto the strap of her backpack.

“Nothing happened” Peter shrugged. “Which I suppose is a good thing…” (y/n) giggled, shaking her head at him.

She’d only been dating Peter for a few months, but she’d known him since her and Ned met him in the first grade. He had tried to hide his secret identity from her, but Ned found out first and couldn’t keep the secret to himself. Though ultimately it’s what prompted Peter to tell the girl about his real feelings, and not long after the two of them became official. And she’s never been happier. But sometimes, the Spider-Man side of his life scared her to death.

“I’d say so” (y/n) replied, and Peter gave her that look. That completely adoring one, where his eyes were swimming pools of hearts. “You probably still got to bed late, huh?” She asked, looking over and seeing those eyes of his. “What?” Her eyes narrowed just a little, wondering why he was staring at her like that. “What? Why are you looking at me like that?” She asked again when he didn’t answer right away.

“N-nothing I’m listening to you” He shrugged innocently. (y/n) smiled bashfully, and dropped the subject. “But y-yeah I went to bed at like two in the morning”

“Jesus Peter” She sighed. “Seriously, you need to pace yourself a little” Her voice was soft, so no one would hear, and so he didn’t feel like she was pushing him.

“I know” He breathed. “Can’t help it” She smiled good naturedly at him, knowing he loved being a hero.

“Hey guys!” Ned came running up in between them, grinning happily at them both.

“Hey Ned” Peter said, giving him a slightly pissed off look for shoving him away from his girlfriend.

“Morning Ned” (y/n) said. “Why’re you all perky?”

“The new girl!” He whispered yelled. “Have you seen her?” He asked Peter, who shook his head. “Oh dear God she’s hot- no offense (y/n/n)”

(y/n’s) brows furrowed, her head shaking slightly as she looked at her friend, but didn’t say anything before he started talking again.

“Her name’s Dana, or Diana, or something” Ned went on. “And She’s gorgeous, like ten outta ten gorgeous”

“Cool” Peter mumbled, not really sure what to say. “Is she nice”

“Don’t know, haven’t talked to her yet” He said. “I’m hoping to, we have Chemistry together! I saw her schedule on Liz’s story so that people can be nice to her and stuff and man am I gonna be nice to her”

“Ned” (y/n) forced a chuckle, trying not to let on that her feelings were just little bit hurt.

“Go for it” Peter shrugged.

“Really? You think I could? I’m not like you”

“What does that mean?” Peter asked, clearly confused. And if (y/n) was being honest, she didn’t get it either.

“You’re the one with the girlfriend” Ned shrugged. “You know what you’re doing”

(y/n) held back a laugh. Peter never knew what he was doing.

“What?” Peter still seemed confused, but they were already at class and Ned cut off the conversation.

“That’s her” Ned whispered, nodding his head to the girl in the back.

“Woah” (y/n) murmured. Ned was right, she was hot. “She’s gorgeous” (y/n’s) voice dropped, and Ned seemed to realize she was put down.

“Don’t be one of those girls” He said as Peter went in and sat at his usual seat.

“What?”

“The kind that thinks you aren’t good enough” Ned explained, before walking in. (y/n) shook her head to get over it and came in to take her seat next to Peter.

“Everything alright?” He asked her.

“Yeah why wouldn’t I be?” She responded, clearing her throat and quickly trying to get out her Chem notes to et started in class and ignore the awkward feeling in the pit of her stomach.

“(y/n/n)-”

“Really, I’m alright. Just tired as always” She said, glancing at him quickly then back to her papers. Peter frowned, but didn’t want to push her so he let it drop.

“Alright everyone, get out your notebooks. We’ll be taking notes and then running a quick lab” Their professor said, starting class off right off the bat. (y/n) turned to look behind her at Ned, and behind him, Dana or Diana, she still wasn’t sure.

“Lab day” Ned said with a big grin. (y/n) rolled her eyes, unsure why Ned loved labs so much. Him and Peter always got so excited for them.

Notes went by relatively quickly, neither (y/n) or Peter talking. She was using her ‘hardworking’ note taking to her advantage, avoiding any form of confrontation that could happen. It was going fine until her phone buzzed on the desk.

[Ned] : oh no are u and peter fighting bc u haven’t talked

[(y/n)] : we’re fine

[Ned] : lies, why would u think he’d ever prefer some random girl over u

After that she put her phone in her backpack, turning to give Ned a look again.

“Miss (y/l/n)?”

The girl spun around, facing front again, her eyes wide as her teacher glared at her.

“Would you like to join the class now or are you in a serious conversation with Mr Leeds?”

(y/n) nodded her head quickly, cheeks blushing a bright pink in embarrassment as the class continued on. Peter looked over at her, chuckling quietly.

“Same thing happened last week” He said, causing her to smile a little bit but she didn’t say anything. This time not wanting to get into more trouble.

Once it was lab time, and she’d gotten her goggles on and ready to start ripping the tinfoil up to put in a solution, Peter was rambling about how he’d already known the observations that they were going to make. He knew something was still up, because she still wasn’t responding much to him.

What had happened? Just that morning she’d hugged him and talked to him, and now it was like something had happened in a snap. And of course he was worried and wanted to know what was going on, but he didn’t want to push her to open up either. So he did what he id best and rambled about chemistry until eventually she cut him off.

“Peter!” She finally called out, looking over at him, being all cute in his lab goggles and his hair all messed up from them. “I get it, the foil burns and the solution changes color” She chuckled quietly.

“Miss (y/l/n)”

Cursing silently, she looked back to her teacher after getting yelled at again.

“Mr Parker, back of the class with Dana for the day. Miss (y/l/n) you’ll be working by yourself today since you can’t seem to focus on your own”

“Yes Mrs Adreille” She mumbled as Peter packed up his things and walked to the back of the classroom. (y/n) turned around and watched as he got settled next to the new girl.

“Nice job” Ned snickered, and she narrowed her eyes at him.

She spent the entire last half hour of the class doing a lab all by herself, and listening to Peter’s distant laughter. Kicking herself repeatedly her pencil nearly broke as she was writing down her observations.

But she’d never really been one for jealousy.

“I swear to God I swear to God” (y/n) grumbled to MJ as they got their lunches from their lockers together. “She was batting her eyelashes Michelle, I’m gonna rip them out-”

“Okay breathe” MJ giggled to herself at the violent image in her mind. Sweet, soft spoken (y/n) plucking out a girl’s eyelashes. “Peter would never cheat”

“It’s not about cheating, it’s about some other girl hitting on my-”

She stopped speaking when she looked down the hall and saw her boyfriend walking alongside the girl she recently realized she despised. Her eyes narrowed to slits as she glared the girl down.

“Wow” Michelle’s eyes rolled. “Will you chill? You and Peter have only been dating a couple months”

(y/n) didn’t respond.

“I mean seriously, what’re you in love with-” MJ gasped loudly. “Oh, my, God”

“Shut up”

“No way”

“Don’t say anything”

“(y/n)!”

“Please don’t do this” The girl pleaded.

“You’re in love with Peter Parker? And I thought he’d be a virgin forever”

“MJ!” (y/n) scolded.

“Oh come on. You’re being crazy. Peter’s legit smitten by you, have you not seen the way he stares at you like you’re a goddamn piece of art? It’s. Cause. He. Knows You. Are. Art” She clapped in between her words. “Some random new girl isn’t gonna change that”

(y/n) still stayed silent as they walked into the cafeteria together. Ready to sit through an awkward lunch time only to leave and complain to MJ again. But again, she was greeted with a sight that made her blood completely boil.

“She’s at our fucking table” She practically growled out. Michelle’s bows shot up in surprise from her words, not having expected such a volatile reaction from her friend. “That’s it! Hold my lunch” She blindly handed her bag to Michelle, swiftly making her way towards where Peter and Ned were sat in their usual spots at the table, Dana sitting across from them. His eyes found hers, his face brightening as she sat in the seat next to him.

“Hey (y/n/n) how was Calc-”

He was promptly cut off by her hands grabbing his face and tugging his lips down against hers. A muffled sound coming from his throat but he kissed her back nonetheless. Sure it wasn’t the first time she’d kissed him this passionately, but no one else had ever been allowed to see it. His hands had set on her jaw, their lips still moving together in a spontaneous makeout session.

“Holy shit!” Ned exclaimed from next to them, while (y/n’s) hands ran through his tresses of hair and her tongue swiped over the seal of her lips. “They aren’t stopping! Pete! Hey Pete! Take a breather man!”

(y/n) pulled away with a small smirk on her lips, her eyes holding a mischievous glint that Peter had never seen there, but at this point he was fairly certain he loved it. His girlfriend straightened out his shirt and fixed his hair up all nice again, and wiped her lip with her thumb before looking over at the girl across the table.

“Who’s your friend Pete?” She asked, quirking an eyebrow at Dana, who was now staring between Peter Ned and (y/n) in absolute confusion and awkwardness.

“This is Dana. Dana, this is (y/n), the girl I was telling you about” Peter introduced awkwardly. He looked back to (y/n) wish raised brows and a pointed stare. She smiled bashfully, her heart fluttering at the idea of Peter telling someone about her. “Dana’s new here”

“Hi” The new girl smiled and waved nervously. After (y/n’s) very public affection there was a tension left behind that made everyone shift in their seats. “Nice to meet you, Peter sure talks a lot about you”

“You too” (y/n) squeaked, extending her hand and offering the kindest smile she could

“Anyways, I’ll see you guys another time hopefully. I’ve gotta meet my boyfriend in study hall” She smiled sweetly before getting up and heading off.

“B-boyfriend?” (y/n’s) voice nearly failed her as she looked over at Peter. Who still had that dumb look on his face.

“Yep. Dana was telling me in Chem how she was excited her parents moved here because this is the school her boyfriend goes to, and now she can see him more often” Peter said, a cocky grin growing on his lips. “And meanwhile I was telling her how lucky I was to have you at this school cause it would suck without you here. Cause… well yaknow. You’re the best” He shrugged simply, but his grin was still there.

She felt like an idiot.

“So, what was with the little show?” Ned asked, making (y/n’s) cheeks burn.

“Yeah (y/n/n) what was with the show?” Peter repeated.

“Shut up I was jealous” She mumbled under her breath.

“What was that? I didn’t quite catch it” Peter said. She mumbled again. “You’re gonna have to speak up hon-”

“I said I was jealous!” She snapped. “Sorry! It’s just… Ned kept going on about her and then- I just got in my own head and-”

Peter cut her off, kissing her lips chastely.

“You silly girl” He shook his head, the biggest smile on his face. “There’s no other girl in this whole galaxy I could love as much as you. Much less some random chick that just moved here” He said. And if she wasn’t already blushing, surely she was now.

“Can we forget it happened?” She asked hopefully, but Peter shook his head.

“Nope I don’t think I’m ever gonna forget it happened” He said, making her rol her eyes playfully.

“Yeah. Me either” Ned grumbled.

“Fine” (y/n) sighed. “I promise not to be stupid anymore”

“You’re not stupid, you were just being ridiculous” Peter chuckled. “Really, I can’t believe you let that get to you” He said, shaking his head and cupping her face in his hands. “Absolutely ridiculous” He said, kissing her again softly. She held back her smile, very much liking all the affection she was getting.

“I love you too, by the way” She told him, happy to be able to say it without her voice stuttering and failing her.

“You’re cute, but you made that pretty clear” Peter snickered, earning a jaw drop from (y/n) and a smack on the shoulder.

“Yeah. Very clear” Ned muttered, but the young couple ignored it, kissing softly again. “Very clear!”

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drawlfoy · 5 years ago

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Drawn to You (cheesy but i refuse to change it)

masterlist request guidelines requests are open!

pairing: draco x ravenclaw!reader (finally! my first ravenclaw reader!)

request: yes! i’m pairing two together, kind of...if you requested the draco x ravenclaw reader without any other plot specifications other than him being jealous, this one is kind of for you. i didn’t know how to fit the jealousy part in, but you sounded thrilled to have anything ravenclaw and this was next on my list and i didn’t know what to write since i had no other plot points. also...the person who sent this request in, this is for you as well! it’s getting out much sooner than expected, but that’s just because i’m combining.

summary: draco notices a ravenclaw girl doodling him in class and decides to confront her.

warnings: none! just sweet fluff, maybe some cursing.

a/n: oof i’m so sorry for not posting anything for a while! i’ve been going through a rough introspective moment in my life when it comes to my relationship and i feel like i’m on the verge of a breakup and i just kinda feel shitty, so that’s why i’m not writing as much as i should be. i’ll be okay, though, i have no doubt about it. if you have words of wisdom i’m all ears haha. also shoutout to my laptop for deleting the draft of this and making me rewrite the whole thing LOL

music recs: orpheus under the influence from the buttertones

word count: 1,812

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Umbridge was a horrible teacher, even when she wasn’t acting bigoted and racist. Her classroom was so soulsuckingly boring that even her Slytherin pets found themselves tired of it.

So, naturally, as Umbridge instructed the students to copy down a passage from their blasted textbook three times, Draco Malfoy couldn’t help but let his eyes wander across the room.

He was always an efficient writer and made quick work of the task, but as he scanned the room, he found that no one else was in the same boat as he was. He ran his fingers through his hair, already drafting the letter that he’d send his father when he got back to the dorms about how Umbridge sucked the life out of every class and that the ministry ought to do something about it. His father would find something to do to make her treat students, or at the very least, Slytherin students, better.

The back of his neck tingled, like someone was watching him. Draco’s eyes shot around the room, trying to see if another pair of eyes were trained on him.

There.

It was a brief moment, but he had seen a girl with Y/H/C hair duck her head down at the table by the door. Looking closer, he could see a blue and bronze tie around her neck. The girl was wearing her uniform, but it looked slightly tampered with--a brooch and a flower were attached to her lapels and a midnight blue scrunchie resided on her wrist.

Ah, he knew who it was. He had never spoken directly to Y/N Y/L/N before (he was never close to any Ravenclaws), but he often saw her floating through the halls, conversing quietly but passionately with her friends at meals, and curled intently over what he thought was a journal in the library. She had a slightly dreamy vibe, but not in the loony Luna fashion...it just seemed as though she looked at everything around her through a different, more delicate lens.

Draco knew he needed to stop observing her like a creep, but there was something off about the Ravenclaw. She was intently focusing on a piece of parchment in front of her, but her textbook was forgotten and pushed off to the side.

She swiftly glanced up again, meeting his eyes and freezing for a moment. A soft rose began blooming on her cheeks as she tried to nonchalantly scan the room, pretending like she wasn’t just looking at him. After she seemed satisfied, she ducked back down to whatever she was working on.

Then it hit him. Her hand was moving in methodical but varied strokes and she often spun the parchment to regard it at a new angle. Draco realized that she wasn’t writing--no, she was drawing something.

He leaned forward in his chair, attempting to catch a glimpse of the picture. His tries were in vain, however, as he was much too far away to make out anything.

Draco was overtaken by an intense curiosity to know what she was drawing, and in typical Slytherin fashion, he had a plan.

Raising his hand, he asked Umbridge if he could go to the loo. She quickly granted permission--he was one of her favorite students, after all.

He rose up from his chair, carefully maneuvering his path so he would be forced to walk past Y/N’s table to get to the door. The girl was so engrossed in her work that she didn’t even hear him approaching.

However, once he saw what she was drawing, his previous swagger and slyness crawled into a hole and died, instead leaving him frozen with shock.

Y/N’s careful hand was meticulously adding eyelashes to a sketch of him leaning over his own textbook and writing, as he had been doing just minutes before. Picture Draco’s eyes were narrowed in gentle concentration, her handiwork capturing the intelligent glimmer in his eyes just perfectly. A piece of hair hung over his forehead, just barely tickling his brow.

Suddenly self conscious, Draco reached his hand up to feel his forehead, and sure enough, a stray hair lay there.

She had done a really good job. It was almost as if she had taken a picture and pressed it into the parchment, and he wasn’t sure how to feel about it.

The sudden rustling of his robes jolted Y/N out of her trance, and just as she was beginning to look up at Draco, he bolted off, his mind racing even faster than his feet.

♥♥♥♥

“You’ve got an admirer, Y/N!” Melanie, a fellow Ravenclaw, giggled into her ear.

“Huh!” Y/N responded, looking up from her dinner plate.

“Yeah, look over at the Slytherin table, you’ll see.” The blonde shoved her shoulder playfully, motioning with her head.

Y/N raked her eyes up and down the table, not seeing anyone in particular, until she stopped at the very end of it.

Draco Malfoy’s eyes were unnervingly bore into hers from across the hall, making the hairs on the back of her neck stand up.

“Are you sure he’s admiring me, Melanie?” Y/N quipped, nervous amusement creeping into her tone. “He looks like he’s going to skin me alive instead.”

Melanie shrugged, spearing a roasted carrot on her fork.

“You never know with those Slytherins. They’re so unpredictable. One day they’re all over you, the next...” Melanie sighed, and Y/N had a feeling that her friend was no longer offering advice, rather sharing her own personal experience with one Pansy Parkinson.

“I’m sorry, you didn’t deserve to be treated like that,” Y/N comforted, placing a hand on her shoulder. “You’re more than someone to experiment around with, and you’re gonna find your person one day!”

They were silent for a few moments.

“Speaking of finding people,” Melanie said, “Where did Draco go?”

Y/N looked over to where he had been sitting moments before, only to see his seat vacant. The Slytherin table looked oddly empty without their token head of silvery blonde hair.

She only had a few moments to wonder before a throat cleared behind her. Spinning around, Y/N was greeted with the sight of a rather flustered looking Draco Malfoy.

“Er... hey, Malfoy, can I help you?” Y/N cringed at how professional she sounded, like a saleswoman welcoming him into a store.

He cleared his throat again.

“Yeah, can I talk to you for a second?” He stayed stationary, his eyes flickering nervously and refusing to meet hers. “Alone, if that’s alright?”

Y/N shot Melanie a what the fuck look and received an identical one back before standing up.

“Sure, where do you want to go?”

♥♥♥♥

Y/N followed the Slytherin out of the Great Hall and to a quiet corridor, all the while wondering what was wrong. Draco had never spoken directly to her, and while she’d always admired him from afar, she never imagined them having a conversation. Maybe he had seen her drawing him?

She pushed the thought away. There was no chance.

“Let’s sit here.” Draco’s voice pulled her out of her thoughts as he motioned to an empty staircase.

They sat down, leaving a healthy few inches between them. Draco fiddled with his robes as Y/N picked at her fingernail polish, justifying her actions by reminding herself that they were chipped anyways.

“What’s up?” Y/N finally asked, breaking the awkward silence.

“Well, I, er, noticed something in class today that I wanted to speak to you about,” Draco said.

Were his hands shaking?

Y/N had no more time to wonder as the truth of the matter hit her. Of course he had seen the sketch of him in DADA. She had thought she was sly about it, but there was no other reason for him to be talking to her.

Recognizing the realization displayed on her face, Draco leaned a bit closer.

“It was a beautiful drawing, by the way,” he informed her softly. “But I’m sure you already knew that.”

“I’m sorry,” Y/N blurted. “I know that I should’ve asked first. That was super creepy of me to do. I swear I’m not some sort of stalker...her class is just so--”

“Boring?” Draco cut in, one eyebrow raising in amusement. “Yeah, I know. And it’s alright...I just want to know why you did it.”

Y/N froze, another blush creeping up on her already hot cheeks.

“I don’t know, I was bored, and you were in good lighting,” she lied, hoping he wouldn’t notice.

“Why didn’t you sketch Goyle or Crabbe? They were next to the window with me,” Draco pushed, bumping her shoulder and making her suck in a quick breath.

“I...er....I just do whatever my inner artist desires,” she responded lamely. “You just looked so focused, and your hair is really fun to draw, so...”

She stopped herself before she could let anything else slip out.

“Oh, so you’ve done it before?” he teased, an infuriatingly calm smirk forming on his lips.

“None of your business,” she grumbled, breaking the eye contact and scooting away from him.

Draco waited a few painful seconds before shifting the same distance closer to her.

“I don’t want to upset you,” he said truthfully. “I honestly think it’s cute.”

Y/N blushed again, resting her face in her hand to try and hide the evidence.

“You don’t think it’s creepy?” she asked, cautiously meeting his eyes.

“No, how could I?” he answered, mirroring her actions. “I’m flattered, truly.”

She allowed herself to smile shyly at him.

“Thank you for understanding, Draco, I appreciate it.” She let the words hang out in the air for a few moments before finishing. “I should really head back to my friends though, they’re going to start to get worried.”

Draco smiled too, a rare break from his snarky facial expressions. Y/N made a mental note to recreate the exact scene in her sketchbook as well.

“I know, me being a Slytherin and all,” he agreed. “Your friends are probably seconds away from telling Dumbledore that you’ve been kidnapped and murdered.”

“We really don’t think you’re that bad,” Y/N soothed. “They’d only assume kidnapping. They don’t think you’re cut out for murder.”

Draco looked like he was about to argue, but he shut his mouth and grinned.

“Well, Y/N, I’m glad I got to finally talk to you,” he said as he stood up, offering his hand to her.

“Me too,” she admitted, taking his hand. “I’ve got to be off now, but if you’d like, I can give you the sketch.”

Draco was positively glowing.

“I would say yes,” he began, “but then I’d lose my excuse to talk to you.”

Y/N’s heart stopped. She would’ve clasped her hands together as an anxious movement if she wasn’t clutching one of Draco’s.

“So what do you propose then?” she pressed, only stumbling over her words a little bit.

“I hear Hogsmeade has even better lighting than Umbridge’s classroom.”

final a/n: woah this request was adorable and i’m in love with the person who sent it in tysm. also did not edit this and i don’t have any beta readers so i apologize for any glaring plot holes/mistakes. let me know what you thought of it!!

#draco #draco malfoy #draco lucius malfoy #draco x reader #draco imagine #draco x oc #draco malfoy x reader #draco malfoy x oc #draco malfoy imagine #slytherin #harry potter #harry potter imagine #ravenclaw

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Tuesday, june 22 2021

I've noticed I'm getting "the shiverys" or "the twitchy" a lot today. Like every time I FEEL something I take a moment to violently tic.... every time I think about certain things I tic.... good things, bad things, things from an hour ago and things from years ago. Tic, tic, tic.

Also, I have... some stuff to explain. Its really no big deal, but you know me: I'll freak out about it anyway. Basically I dissed my friend (rightfully so) around the time that we had just met cos they did something that threw me off.

He saw it in my phone... NOW. it's not RELEVANT anymore and I've since redacted that criticism...and now I gotta explain it to him anwyays. Oh well. I'm good at this stuff. I can get myself outta any situation. I dont even know why I'm talking like this tho... it's not a "Situation" it's just smthn I gotta explain rq.

Oh, today's song recommendation is Spirit Crusher by Death. I'm a huge Death fan...

Also! I gotta study... for my replacement exam. How stressful. Its about photosynthesis, but like, it's not simple. We went DEEP inside those fucking leaves.

One sec, lemme hook up my IV tube

Not an ACTUAL IV tube... just my headphones. But since I'm so #emo, it might as well be a fucking IV tube with the way that I cant live without it.

Its 3:08 and I'm walking home now. I was upset last night but me and Star have made up now lol... it was thAt easy. I'm so defective, making shit hard when it doesnt need to be.

It's so hot out damn. Idk. I had school today, so I had Bio class... I ACTUALLY PAID ATTENTION for once. I had lunch with Star and her friend group, and I honestly kinda feel like they're MY friends now too, even just a little bit.

Actually, I used to rant about feeling lonely like all the time but now I have so many friends it's crazy they all keep inviting me places and it's like people WANT ME AROUND... idk. It makes me happy.

Today I gotta ask if tommroow after school I can go to Bee's house to watch Supernatural (famous homoerotic ghost show)

I should also add songs to Erin's spotify playlist for our picnic saturday which I still need permission to go to.

I gotta ask for Wednesday after school to watch Insidious with Jay which is apparently really good

Also hes the friend that I gotta explain stuff to... the DrAmA... the ThEaTrE....

Update my dad said yes to hanging out with Bee but first I'm gonna miss school to fix my broken brackets on my braces

Also turns out the house I THOUGHT we were moving into has substantial damage from shifting so... we aRENT moving there.

In case you didn't know, shifting is when like the house that's been built literally SHIFTS like it moves around.

Anwyays Jay just texted me... I'm gonna change into shorts since it's hot, set up my study area,.... and respond to him.

The time is 3:22 p.m.

Wish me. Luck.

Luck is plentiful! As it so often is in my risky, risky life.

I play my cards right. It's a learnt skill.

But also there wasnt much to explain since it passed already and was tiny anywyas.

XD so I've made up with the whole goddamn world by now.

Its 6:31, we saw 1 house. Only one. Its kinda hot out but I'm gonna bike now since we just had supper. I finally finished my homework... I just have to finish one mixed media piece as my final project for art!

Friday is my replacement. On photosynthesis and cell resp. We know this. But what I didn't mention, or I dont THINK I did, is that if I finish my art project before then I have the second block FREE!!! Me, Star, and her friend

A are planning to leave for second block and maybe get mint chocolate chip ice cream!

Also I might eat her out XD

Anyways idk. I hope I can bike tonight to call Jay.

I keep accidentally using people's real names here then having to correct it... I dont know how much i care about MY identity being discovered... but to have my friends doxxed would suck.

Man I feel bad abt saying fuck star last night cos we made up....

Wait we r looking at another house? Idk I'm in the car still waiting to go home

Oh wait no now we r goin home

Its 6:39... I hope I still have time.

I went biking, called Jay. Went home. Idk, friendly conversation... we talked more tonight and I also talked to my other friend A. Jay is... I LOVE HIM?? SO MUCH??? I feel so happy. Talking to him thinking about him seeing his STUPID FUCKING FACE JESUS. his eyes alone... I could stare at his face all day probably. I want to kiss him... hOLD HIS HAND... omg... huG HIM!!! Eofjwpxjwie he's so sweet like I can't even... and I'm proabably not good enough for him like. Wtf. Hes easily a 10. And I dont rate things outta 10. How tf do I end up with HIM? Doing stuff, as friends. Like wHAT. I guess I got lucky XD. He says he loves my personality and I'm hot XD ofc I dont see it myself. But like. JESUS CHRIST he could proabably easily pull whOever. XD me?

Whatever though. As long as we r together and stuff. I LOVE HIM A LOT. he said he loved me. Every time he says that it makes me so overly happy.

Maybe I'm just sappy and stuff.... whatever. I think it would be nice to be hugged by him.

Yeah I'm cheesy.

I'm sorta tired now so maybe I'm not writing the best.

I just keep thinkinf about love. Love is a muscle of evil suggestion. But how evil can it really be? I am just a human being and that is all. Everything else is applied. I am just a human being with soemthing in my heart that pulls me all over the place. Love is this strange thing because I'm fucked up and to be able to love without that fucked up part of me, without the damage... is this complicated, hard thing to do and I can NEVER tell if I'm doing it right but I know I'm DOING IT. I know I FEEL LOVE. And soemtimes it's such an intense thing like when you go to surf on a wave at the beach with ur belly but u hit it wrong and it's so big and overwhelming it washes over you and PULLS you down to the bottom and smushes your face into the sand and YOU CANT BREATHE jesus Christ it's like that.

Or maybe I just want to experience love as it should be felt.

Obviously all of my problems surrounding this Damage could be easily fixed if I went to therapy but. there are reasons I can't.

I LOVE a lot. Too much for my own good. Enough to hurt me, get me into trouble, etc etc but also... enough to liberate me. I LOVE. I love Jay. So much. LIKE. MY BRAIN ORBITS AROUND HIM CONSTANTLY THINKING OF HIM AND PRAISING HIM AND MWUAH HE IS SO LOVELY I BOW BEFORE HIM...

I think as much as I love, a lot of the times I tend to focus even more on BEING loved.

If I am told I am loved, and shOwN I am loved... it is one of the most powerful things. Especially since I was literally emotionally neglected in childhood... yeah. I feel like I'm always trying to fill that hole.

Not EVERY feeling I have is for that reaosn but sometimes, if you tell me you love me, show me you love me, hug me,... I'll like start crying,,, that's the childhood emotional neglect kicking in. If you call me #smol and #cute and say I look young and fragile which happens more often than you'd think XD, I know I'm not supposed to like that shit, so I act like I dont....but I do. Which is PROBABLY ALSO THE CEN 🤪 like whatever lol

Anwyays I'm fucked up

You see how quickly things become complicated in my mind?

Convoluted? Is that the word?

Whatever. I OVERCOMPLICATE THINGS COS I OVERTHINK THEM BECAUSE I'm LITERALLY MENTALLY ILL IN SO MANY DIFFERENT WAYS. I'm not joking. I obviously have unresolved undiagnosed "issues"

I do Suspect things, though.

I can make a list

Maybe I shouldn't.

Maybe I will.

I shouldnt.

Whatever.

I used to hate when people brought up my self harm. I would actually panic. I still self harm but now? Now I'm fine with anyone talking about it as long as it's not an adult who can get me into trouble/force me into therapy over it. Because really? I kinda like having it mentioned. It's kinda validating and it's like hey... people can see that I'm sick.

I dont do it so people talk to me about it though. Dont get me wrong. If I did, I'd go vertically on the arms, not for suicide but so it healed and people would ask XD.

My scars are actually VERY hidden... cos I never intended for ANYONE to see. But for those who DO see them,,,, it's nice soemtimes to have people express concern.

I dont wanna be PITIED or anything, but idk I just think to myself "wow, they're CONCERNED... about ME... they arent angry or mean... they didnt yell at me or threaten me... they respect my autonomy and privacy...

And they CARE ABOUT ME..." and it makes me cry.

That's also the CEN.

I dont know. I just like when people express genuine concern. Even if they see and then just ask if I'm okay. That's all it takes cos then I go wow.

Its validating and irs lovely because finally people care... FINALLY PEOPLE CARE. FINALLY I GET SOME EMPATHY OR SYMPATHY AND NO ANGER.

Even just having them brought up tells me its noticeable enough

My brain does this thing where it thinks nothing bad that's ever happened to me was Bad Enough for me to be upset about.

And I dont know... its nice sometimes to be told shit like "omg that looks so bad" or to see that people who do see my cuts are somewhat shocked or revolted... it's nice because I go... "hey, it was bad enough for them..."

Or to have people comment on them with concern. Just ANYTHINT WHERE PEOPLE NOTICE IT AND ARENT ASSHOLES ABOUT IT IS VALIDATING.

Because I'm not used to that...

Because CEN

I'm. The worst perosn on the fucking planet.

I should kill myself.

I suddenly actually feel so self hating I do want to kill myself... oh god.

I ruin everything. Everything. Everything. Everything. What have I done. Like. Why. Oh god.

I'm just remembering when Star said my kindness seemed like an act. And how I've been called out for seeming fake like 2 other times.

DO I SEEM FAKE???? I DONT EVER PUT ON ACTS OF KINDESS.... CONCIOUSLY? but the very idea that I could be perceived that way...

Should I like not try to be nice or some shit?

Jesus christ she hurts my feelings even now when it was a long time ago.

But I cant blame her. I can't blame anyone for how i feel except my parents because they left me with fucking. Heart nerve damage or some shit.

I'm tired and now I'm sad too. Goodnight guys.

#JudeJournals

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thwip--thwip · 5 years ago

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Hey, I was looking for some new reading material and wondered if you could give me some recs? Please and thank you sm!

ho BOY anon, COULD I! I’ve got over 2,000 bookmarks on AO3 - what are we looking for? I’m going to assume IronDad, or at the very least Peter Parker-centric; short or long? MJ or Gwen Stacy? Angst, fluff, whump? Sorry this took a minute; I went into the vault for you and pulled out some rare gems:

LONG FICS

In the Home by @captainkirkk | 68k

The Avengers have been infected, turned violent and aggressive against their will. And Peter, the only one unaffected, is trapped inside the Tower with six feral teammates.

“Natasha,” Peter says cautiously, “what happened here? Steve attacked me, and if there was ever a sign that something was wrong, it’s having the embodiment of Truth, Justice, and the American Way throw you across the room—”

Natasha comes closer, her stride controlled. Nothing necessarily out of the ordinary, but there’s something in her face, in her eyes—

Natasha lunges across the space, and slams into Peter, hard.

This just…hoo. A classic if I’ve ever seen one. There’s going to be plenty of aloneintherain on this list because she’s the bomb dot com and its no secret I’m in love. we Stan in this house; this might be my favorite Spidey fic ever written.

POW Avengers by Punny_Puck |122k

Tony Stark is thrown into a new Nazi POW camp. It’s his fifth–or sixth–and he’d really like to make it to his fiftieth escape attempt this time. But Stalag III isn’t like any of the other POW camps he’s been in. He suddenly finds himself facing an impossible task: Getting two-hundred and fifty men out of the camp in one massive escape attempt. And dammit if he’s not going to make it work.

Very impressive, very lengthy and detailed historical AU set in WWII. This one is more Tony than Peter, and quite a fair bit of Loki (this author does a great job with all the different POV’s, that’s why it’s so long!). Nice and juicy!

5 Times Peter Fell & Tony Caught Him, and The 1 Time He Didn’t by eva7673 | 35k

Peter has a nasty habit of falling. And Tony, bless him, will catch him every. single. time. Until the day he can’t.

I love this series with all of my heart, but especially this first fic! It’s the perfect amount of whump and IronDad, and oh man, that last time? GETS me. Eva definitely put in so much work on this series, and it SHOWS!

Twelve Days of Peter Parker by @upcamethesun | 27k

In each of the twelve days leading up to Christmas, Tony runs into one Peter Parker — for better or for worse.

In other words, an excuse for this author to write gratuitous Peter fluff/angst/nonsense with a Christmas theme, because ‘tis the season.

This fic is so cute I Die. Perfect bit of holiday nonsense! I read it every year lol. It’s got everything you’re looking for and more, to scratch the itch you didn’t know you had.

ever in your favor by @iron–spider | 153k

Peter startles awake when someone shakes him.

“Sorry, honey,” May says. Peter blinks a couple times and she comes into focus, her hair pulled back from her face. She’s trying not to look a certain way, but he can see it in her eyes anyway. She clears her throat, keeps talking. “But it’s…” She glances away, wets her lips. “You gotta get ready.”

He remembers what day it is, and his heart beats like a drum at someone’s execution. But he tries to put on a mask, make it all seem normal. It’s everything but, despite the fact that he’s been dealing with reaping day since he was born, between himself, Ben and May. That fear that one of them could be taken away. Sent to surefire slaughter. But now Ben is gone, taken despite never having his name drawn from a bowl, and May’s finally safe. Now Peter’s name is in there alone. The last Parker sitting on the chopping block. He doesn’t know how to be. He doesn’t know what normal is, when the Hunger Games are looming on the horizon.

I mean…how could I possibly do a fic rec list without this on it? Iron–spider’s latest masterwork, and it truly is a masterwork. The Hunger Games AU your soul has been crying out for, and quite possibly the greatest AU to ever live. Do yourself a favor and get settled in - you’re in for a ride.

Magazineverse by @copperbadge | 56k

Heroes In Manhattan: From Captain America’s Hidden Talents To The Truth About The Hulk, We Debunk The Myths And Expose The Daily Lives Of The Avengers.

Avengers-centric, takes place post-2012. The Avengers team we deserve! The whole series is amazing, and I definitely didn’t see the twist coming (SO original, and you totally got me. Well played.)

MEDIUM FICS

devil in a sunday hat by @captainkirkk | 14k

Peter wishes he hadn’t gotten out of bed that morning. Then, maybe, he wouldn’t be reduced to this—limp-crawling through the rabbit burrows that is Oscorp Tower, a monster of a man on his heels, bloody and bruised and choking on a panic attack.

This series really speaks to Peter, and his experience as a street-level hero. I don’t think I’ve ever not cried reading this series - it’s really beautiful. Aloneintherain always manages to capture how much weight and anxiety sits on Peter’s shoulders - and how dire his consequences can really be.

5 things that change for Peter after the end of the world by @iron–spider | 14k

…and one thing that always remains the same.

(SPOILERS FOR INFINITY WAR)

Peter knows he’s different now.

The first three months were like a bubble. He didn’t think about the newness of his old life, he didn’t think about the state of the world now that it had been saved—he just worried. Worried about Tony and Steve recovering. Worried about May worrying about him. Worried about everything in general—he didn’t allow himself specifics because specifics didn’t make sense, not yet. He just focused on his routine, kept it normal, the same schedule every day so he didn’t throw himself off.

It felt like the bubble popped when the party ended, and everything became clearer. The differences in who he is now were highlighted, like there was a spotlight on his every move, like everybody could see the invisible scars the world-ending experience left on him.

The first thing he notices is the sleeping. Or lack thereof.

(a follow up to my story “the rattle of their hearts” from Peter’s POV. You can read this one without having read the original, but it would make more sense if you have read it!)

Everyone knows Rattle, and if you don’t, definitely read the first fic in this series! But this second one is really special to me (and MJ never fails to make me laugh out loud, every time). Peter’s PTSD is dealt with intimately in this fic, and I love it to bits.

the conspiracy kids by @tempestaurora | 13k

WHO IS SPIDER-MAN?

The screen showed Peter Parker, sixteen years old and determined to prove the identity of Spider-Man over the course of the three-part documentary he was making, unknowing that it would become viral within days of the first part being released. Behind the camera, way off screen, was Harley Keener, Tony Stark’s other prodigy child, grinning like crazy as Peter started the documentary. Only a few people knew what was to come, and those few people were about to have a great few weeks.

“My name is Peter Parker, and with the help of my friends, Ned Leeds, Harley Keener, and my Aunt, May Parker, who provided me with a lot of red yarn for this project, we’re going to uncover the identity of Spider-Man.”

“what if peter just decided to fuck with everyone who didn’t know he was spider man and make a documentary about him trying to uncover the Truth.”

Looking for a fun, Peter-and-Harley-being-ridiculous-teenagers fic? This is the One For You. I can see it all in my head, and it never fails to make me laugh. Delightful piece of fluff and probably the best social-media-esque fic I’ve read.

Primary Reason Tony Stark Would Throw Down With An Anti-Vaxxer In The Street by @caraminha | 12k

Prompt from my Tumblr: Have you heard of tetanus? I’m studying it for school and it’s got lots of angst potential - it causes severe, seizure like muscle spasms which can break the patient’s bones, but they’re conscious and fully aware of what’s happening. It also causes fever and lockjaw, and difficulty breathing. I’d love to see an angst fic where Peter has bad tetanus and Tony and co are looking after him whilst his symptoms get worse and worse.

Looking for some Peter!whump? This fic is so sweet. Tony is Dad. What more do you need?

SHORT FICS

Come Together by @captainkirkk | 1.8k

From the ground, Tony squints at Thanos and the young heroes the villain is chasing through the city. “Are they…” Tony begins.

Steve, being lifted onto a gurney by starstruck paramedics, laughs a little. “Leading the man who almost destroyed the Earth in a wild goose chase?” In the sky, Johnny Storm sticks his tongue out at Thanos, ducking and weaving out of the villain’s grasp. “Yeah. I think they are.”

Didn’t I promise she’d be on here a billion and one times? All of her stuff is so good, for every fandom. Go READ this queen who’s been killing the game for years. This fic is such a sweet one, an Endgame fic before Peter was even in the MCU. It’s perfect.

Only Road by @garamonder | 2.8k

A rare breather between fighting should have been a relief for the Avengers. Instead, one small comment triggers a confrontation Peter had been avoiding for months.

Oh wow this one…this dialogue between Peter and Tony is incredible. One of my favorite things in a fic is a good argument, especially one where Peter has a distinct and mature point.

Every Penny and More by Princessfbi | 1.2k

She forced herself to inhale air and hold it before releasing it from her lips. She grounded herself in the cheap vinyl in a crappy diner that she wasn’t sure she was ever going to be able to look at the same way again. She thought of the life Peter would have if she said yes because she knew that’s what all of this was about: Tony asking her permission to let him do this.

May and Tony co-parenting Peter is…oh, be still my heart. This is such a sweet little fic of something that definitely happened off-screen :’)

5 Times Spider-Man Saved An Avengers’ Ass (and the 1 Time They Saved Him) by TunaFishChris | 7.2k

What it says on the tin.

Going through an angsty Spider-Man phase. I regret nothing.

YES give me Peter x Avengers team! Peter gets a great moment with each of the Avengers, proving himself a capable hero (and getting assistance when he needs it the most :’) baby makes some friends!). Really cute, a fun little romp.

unbearable loss by @iron–spider | 1.6k

“Peter…he was so afraid, Pep,” Tony says, his voice breaking. “He…he just lunged for me, he was so afraid, he wanted—he needed someone to be there for him. And I tried, I tried—I held him, I told him he was alright, which was a—goddamn lie, and the only fucking thing that came out of my mouth. The last thing I said to him.” He shakes his head, swallowing hard. “The last thing I said to him was a lie.”

“You can’t blame yourself,” Pepper says, quietly.

“I do,” Tony says. “He trusted me. That kid trusted me, and I failed him every possible way I could have. I couldn’t save him, I couldn’t—he died in my arms and I couldn’t do one single solitary thing about it. And I couldn’t—me, the human fucking chatterbox—I just stared at him. He was dying, turning to fucking dust and apologizing to me and I just stared at him, like a moron.”

This fic Fucks. Me. Up. Iron–spider’s Tony angst is unparalleled. It hurts me every time, and the dialogue between him and Pepper is just…it’ll get you.

yesterday, I saw a change by @captainkirkk | 6.8k

Inspired by prompt: ‘Peter is unmasked on live television, and everyone goes berserk—you’ve already heard this one but here’s the twist—he’s wide-eyed, staring into the camera, frightened, but not because of his own safety. The first thing that comes out of his mouth is, “Someone please, please protect my Aunt May.” And the entirety of New York cries out simultaneously. Heroes and neighbours and fellow students rain down on the Parker house, ready to defend her.’

This is - surprise! - a May Parker fic. This fic will move you. You will probably cry. I love it with all my heart. If I ever need a refresher on who May is and how she feels - how New York feels, about Spiderman - this is my go-to.

Hope that gave you some new stuff to check out! I have more, do I ever have more. Enjoy & remember to leave comments for all of these wonderful writers!!!

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Of “Love” & Murder - (11/13)

CHAPTER TITLE: The (Black) Cat’s Out of the (Body) Bag

RATING: PG PAIRINGS: P. Sanders/V. Sanders (main/one-sided); R. Sanders/V. Sanders (former); V. Sanders/L. Sanders (former); V. Sanders/D. Sanders (former); Remy/E. Picani (side); T. Sanders/OMC (mentioned)

CHAPTER WARNINGS/KINKS: mentions of Murder, Vengeance, hint at Virgil’s Tarantula, slight Manipulation, Alcohol, Moral Talks, mentions of various murder methods (arsenic and shooting someone), allusions to Suicide, Lord of the Rings references, mentions of Remus Sanders CHAPTER SUMMARY: Patton finally comes to a decision.

AUTHOR’S NOTE: After all the death and killings and murders, we’re back to having PG chapters! :D Now we come to the final 3 chapters of the story and we get to see what Patton will do (if he does anything) to Virgil. ;) Plus we get a small little introduction to a new character! Oh, and we get some returning characters too. lol Have fun reading everyone! xx Virge

INSPIRATION: This post by @phantomofthesanderssides

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Once Dorian faded away, everything began to hit the confectioner all at once. He tried to comprehend all he was told, but it just proved to be too overwhelming.

Virgil really wasn’t what he seemed.

The paintings in the hallway were destroyed because he wanted to erase their identities.

And the doors are bolted because they were where they were murdered.

Patton felt like crumbling to the floor, yet his legs wouldn’t buckle. So he slumped back against the leather chair he was still in, resting his head against his hands. His baby blue eyes were a whirlpool of emotions.

He was wounded, betrayed, hurt, and every negative emotion he could possibly think of. He fell for the widower’s flattering compliments, his imposing stature, his captivating gaze. He was the fly who unknowingly walked into the spider’s parlor.

When his mind was calm enough to truly process everything, his heart ached for the victims who came before him. Virgil’s husbands.

Roman Scarlet. A beautiful thespian who dazzled audiences every night with his brilliant acting and singing, until her career was tragically cut short by a single red ribbon around his throat.

Logan Oxford. A clever novelist who wished to spread xyr love and passion for knowledge around the world, but xe were silenced by ingesting arsenic from a book and a cup of tea.

Dorian Cain. A silver-tongued lawyer who’s cunning and sliminess made him be seen as Virgil’s equal, only to be outsmarted by the widower in the end via a lone bullet to the forehead.

And he, Patton Hart? A golden-hearted chocolatier who makes sugary goodies for those who walk into his shop, and if he wasn’t careful, he would soon be meeting the same fate as them.

Slowly, he felt something almost akin to rage slowly seep into his being. It was unfair. Unfair that three remarkable people had to meet their deaths as a result of succumbing to the dark, ill-intended temptations of Virgil.

…Virgil Nyx. A former bookstore clerk who may seem anxious and unassuming, yet he used savvy and manipulation to climb the social ladder; and he continued these methods to lure people into his home, marry them, and then murderer them.

One part of the confectioner wanted to run away. Run away so he and his friends could find away to put the three-time widower in jail and be able to live another day.

However, another part of him wanted to avenge them. Avenge the three— or maybe more— who couldn’t escape before it was too late. He doesn’t want any more horrible injustices to occur under Virgil’s thumb (he could almost hear Dorian chuckling in his ear at that).

“Patton?” a distant-sounding voice called out.

The confectioner froze. It was Virgil. He didn’t want the widower to discover where he’s been this entire time. Making sure he wasn’t going to get caught, he quickly left the deceased lawyer’s former office and rushed back to the foyer.

Just as he did so, Virgil exits the tea room.

“Ah, there you are Patton. I was wondering where you went,” he says upon seeing him. He raises an eyebrow upon seeing the slightly disheveled appearance of the confectioner. “Is everything alright? Did something happen while I was gone?”

How could you ask me that when I know you don’t really care at all? Patton thought as he watched Virgil feign concern for him. “I’m fine.” he reassures him, fixing himself up as best he could. “I just—” He needed to come up with a lie, and fast.

“You didn’t go anywhere I told you not to, did you?” Virgil’s eyes sharpened, his tone accusatory.

“N-No, no!” Patton exclaimed, hoping the widower would buy the lie. “I-I just…thought I saw a spider on my way back from the bathroom and it freaked me out…that’s all.”

Virgil blinked, expression unchanging. Then, he chuckled, perhaps a little sheepishly. “Sorry about that,” he tells him as he walks up to him, placing his hands on his arms. The confectioner wanted to flinch and pull away but he didn’t want to raise suspicions. “Sometimes Jezebel likes to get out of her terrarium. Sneaky girl.”

Patton’s eyes widened a little. Well that lie could have been true!

“But I promise she’s pretty harmless,” the widower reassures. “I know you’re an arachnophobe, so just tell me if you see her and I’ll put her back where she won’t hurt you.” He presses a gentle kiss to his forehead. Patton made a face. “You wanna head back to the tea room now? There’re some chocolates left over.”

“Actually, I think I’m gonna head home,” Patton tells him, moving to grab his coat and umbrella hanging from the coat hanger near the door. “I’m starting to not feel very well, so I’m gonna call it a night.”

“You sure?” the widower asked, following close behind. “I’d really like it if you stayed longer. We can continue chatting over those chocolates, I’ll even make you some more hot chocolate. Or I could give you something…a little bit sweeter. I have a rare bottle of Madeira wine that will pair quite nicely with any dessert you make me.”

The confectioner almost shivered at his insistent persuasion. Unfortunately for him, he wasn’t going to fall for it. He faces the widower once more, an innocent expression now on his face.

“I’m positive, Virgil.” he tells him. “But I promise I’ll see you again soon.”

Virgil opened his mouth, wanting to try and encourage him to not leave, but seeing that puppy-dog eyes and cutely pouting lip made him relent. “Oh…very well.” He says, not sounding all too pleased. “Have a good night, Patton.”

“Goodnight.”

With that, he all but rushed out the door. Upon closing the door, Patton took a deep breath and collected himself before he opened his umbrella.

He was going to need his friends’ advice with this one; because, whether it be morally sound or not, the confectioner was going to do everything he could to make sure Roman, Logan, and Dorian were finally able to rest in peace (and that he wouldn’t be joining them).

…

Driving to Storytime felt different the second time around.

The first time he did so, Patton was feeling excited; excited about his potential relationship with Virgil, not really wondering if it was anything to be concerned about. But after talking to his friends and cousin, hearing how he started as a bookstore clerk then became one of the wealthiest men in the city, only started to increase his subdued suspicions.

And now? Patton was confused, but determined to do something; knowing the truth about Virgil and all that he’s done in an ex-number of years has changed things. Listening to Roman, Logan, and Dorian talk about their stories brought light to a man that he deemed to be a little untrustworthy in the beginning.

Now he just had to reveal the truth to his friends and hope they would believe him, and give him any advice on what to do next.

Seeing the familiar neon pink sign of the lounge brought a bout of nervousness to the confectioner’s being. He hoped that tonight would go well, because he needed them to understand what had been hidden from them in regards to Roman’s death.

But it wasn’t just for Roman. It was for Logan and Dorian as well, along with any other victims that he wasn’t warned about. Everyone who Virgil scammed, seduced, and destroyed just so he could maintain a squeaky-clean image, everyone who believed in his lies and suffered for it.

Lastly, it was for himself too.

Entering the lounge, it was the exact same as last time: people of all ages, genders, sexualities, and ethnicities coming together to be enthralled with a show. Cigarette smoke thickened the air and the sound of alcohol being poured not only hit the glasses, but his ears as well.

As he made his way over to the bar, his gaze lingered on the photo of Alejandro and Roman, eyes primarily focusing on the late starlet.

Thomas saw him out of the corner of his eye. “It’s good to see you again, Pat— Patton?” he asks, seeing him staring at the photo of his late husband and best friend. “You alright? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

I did. Three of them, Patton thinks as he slowly turned away from the photograph. He sees his cousin Emile, Remy, and Toby all sitting together, chatting and drinking.

Emile was the next one to notice him. “Hi, Pat— Patty? Why do you look so blue?”

Remy and Toby also looked in his direction.

“I’m fine, really.” he nods. After sitting down, he takes a moment. “…although, I have something to tell you guys, but I don’t know how you’ll react to it.”

“Ooh~! More gossip!” He leaned a little closer to Emile and Patton, ignoring the ‘hey!’ he received from his cousin. “Well go on, Patty-cakes! Give us the details!”

“Please don’t worry, Patton.” Thomas reassures. “Whatever it is you have to tell us, we’ll all be supportive and take it well…at least, I hope we do.”

All of them nod, looking at him expectantly.

“…well, okay…” Patton takes a deep breath. “I-It’s…It’s about Virgil…”

The air suddenly grew thick around them.

“Is it now?” Toby asked.

“What did he do?” Rey grits out. “I swear to fuck if he did anything to you I’ll—”

“No.” Patton states immediately. “It was anything he dd to me…at least…not yet, I hope…”

“Patty? What do you mean by that?” Emile asks worriedly. “You’re kinda scaring me.”

At first, silence. Then, “Virgil did it…he killed Roman. It wasn’t suicide.”

Suddenly, time and everything around them seemed to have stopped.

The confectioner didn’t have the heart to gauge their reactions, keeping his head down.

Emile’s eyes were widened in shock, hands pressed against his mouth.

Remy slammed his shot down hard, eyes glowering with rage under his sunglasses.

Toby stopped drinking faer whisky, hand clutching the glass almost to where it would break.

And Thomas? Poor Thomas, his fist kept clenching and unclenching the rage he held in his hand.

“What?” Toby finally growled.

“Oh that motherfucker!” Remy screamed. Thomas quickly shushed him so he wouldn’t cause a scene. He didn’t give a damn though. “Are you fucking shitting me?!”

“How do you know this, Patton?” Thomas asked, trying to maintain a neutral expression.

Patton didn’t know how to explain it. How was he supposed to say that he encountered the ghosts of Virgil’s dead spouses and they explicitly told him all about their deaths? Plus, they all warned him that he could be the next victim if he wasn’t careful!

So, like with Virgil before, he had to lied even if it made him feel gross. “I-I saw things in Virgil’s house that look like they belonged to Roman,” he says. “One of them was a photograph…of all of you in front of Storytime. From Valentine’s Day about 7 years ago.” Okay, that was half-truth so he doesn’t feel as gross.

Realization slowly dawned on Toby, Remy, and Thomas.

“Their wedding photo…”

“But that isn’t all,” Patton continues. “I found things that belonged to Virgil’s other spouses.”

None of them could comprehend what the confectioner just told them.

“Wait, other spouses?!”

“Virgil had more than just Roman?”

Patton nodded. “There was Logan Oxford—”

“—The famous novelist?!” Emile exclaimed in shock. “I have some of xyr novels at my house! I’ve told you about xem before, Patty! They said xe killed xemself by drinking laced tea!”

Laced with arsenic. “And there was also Dorian Cain—”

“—Prosecutor Dorian Cain?” Toby’s eyes widened. “The infamous Courtroom Serpent? Shit, I remember Roman’s brother going to him to try and prosecute Virgil but he declined to do so. He shot himself in the head about a couple months after.”

He was shot in the head, but Virgil pulled the trigger. “From what I saw, Virgil married Logan sometime after Roman died, then he moved on to Dorian after Logan’s death.”

“So, Virgil goes after a celebrity and then marries them; and after a while, he kills them and moves on to another target?” Emile says aloud, trying to piece together everything his cousin had just told to them.

Remy (lightly) slammed a fist down against the bar top. Resting his head against his arm, he mumbled out, “Are you fucking serious right now…?” It was like he couldn’t believe it, and he couldn’t! All of this was too much for him.

Beside him, Toby rubbed his back while Thomas placed a hand on his shoulder. They all were grieving the same way; they grieved before when Roman first passed away, this time, they did so with the truth in their minds. It was like losing their best friend all over again.

Patton sighed. “I just don’t know what to do,” he runs a hand through his curls. “I mean…I want justice to be brought to the victims and have Virgil get the punishment he deserves…but he’s gotten away with so much. And to make matters worse, he’ll deny having any evidence in his possession.”

“Turning him in is the responsible thing to do, Patty.” Emile tells him.

“Uhm, fuck that!” Remy exclaims. “If the fucking police ain’t gonna do shit, you may as well take matters into your own hands!”

Emile looks at his boyfriend in shock. “Are you…” he leans closer to him. “Are you actually suggesting what I think you’re suggesting?!”

“Yep!” Remy downs another shot. “And damn proud of it!”

“Patton,” Emile looks back at his cousin. “You’re not actually contemplating murder, are you?”

“W-Well…”

“Good!” Remy grinned. Toby hummed in agreement. “Give that bastard what he deserves!”

“No! Patton! This is wrong!” Emile exclaims in shock. “This— This isn’t like you! You’re so much better than this, I know you are!”

“I know it too, Emmy!” Patton says. “But I just— I want to be able to avenge them.”

“And you can—”

“By murdering him!”

“—By not murdering him.” Emile insists, glaring sharply at Remy. “Bring him to the police.”

“Nope.” Toby shakes faer head, going back to faer whisky. “Ain’t gonna work.”

“Why not?” the therapist glares at his boyfriend’s cousin.

“Emmy,” Remy looks at him, lowering his sunglasses. “If that bastard’s gotten away with three murders— maybe even more— the hell makes you think the police will get his ass, and with almost no evidence to boot?! Who knows, they’re probably working with him or some shit!”

Glaring, Emile turns back to his cousin. “Patty. Let me give you some advice I learned from J.R.R. Tolkien’s The Lord of the Rings.”

“Ain’t that a fantasy book, Em?” Toby raised a brow at him. “Don’t you like Disney and cartoons and stuff?”

“I do. But Ralph Bakshi made an animated movie about it in 1978, so it counts.” he explains. “Now, Patton, there’s a moment in The Fellowship of the Ring where Gandalf the Grey and Frodo Baggins talk about Gollum. And Frodo says that it was a pity that his Uncle Bilbo didn’t kill the creature. However, the wizard tells him that it was pity that stayed Bilbo’s hand.”

“So you want Patton to pity him?!”

“He says: ‘Pity and mercy: not to strike without need.’ However, Frodo says that he feels no pity for Gollum and that he deserves death—”

“Just like Virgil does!”

“— And Gandalf says: ‘Many that live deserve death. And some that die deserve life…Do not be too eager to deal out death in judgment. For even the vey wise cannot see all ends.’ Just like with Bilbo’s pity on Gollum, your own pity, will rule the fate of many.”

Remy pinches the bridge of his nose. “Emile, I get what you’re saying, I do! But Virgil doesn’t deserve pity, I don’t fucking care what you say. He’s a serial killer, someone who deserves to die! If Patton does what you say and pities him, who knows if he’s gonna be next, or there will be other victims!”

And that’s why I’m tempted to do it, Patton thinks. Because I don’t wanna die, and I don’t want there to be other potential victims.

The confectioner interrupts the arguing with a sigh, running a hand through his curls again. “I appreciate your help everyone…but I’m still not sure of what to do.”

Emile and Remy stop and look at him, expecting him to tell them but he doesn’t.

One sighs in defeat while the other huffs in annoyance.

“Y’know,” Toby pulls out a marker from faer pocket. “If you ever come to decision, I know a contact you can possibly use.” He writes on a napkin and hands it to Patton. “I’d highly advice you to be careful though, he’s a…bit of a wildcard. But I have no doubts that he’d help you if you asked him to.”

Patton wanted to ask how he knows this specific contact, but it’s better not to comment on it.

“Thank you, Toby.”

As he gets up to leave, a hand gently grabs his wrist. He discovers that it was Thomas, who looked conflicted yet he tried not to show it on the surface.

“No matter what you end up doing, Patton, we’ll still be here to support you.” he tells him.

Patton nods, smiling gently. “Thank you, Thomas.”

…

After talking to his cousin, Toby, Remy, and Thomas about his moral conundrum, Patton felt a little bit better but that doesn’t mean he wasn’t expressing some ickiness about it. What managed to keep making it seem alright, was the fact that he was doing it for justice. That was what mattered to him the most.

He sat on his couch in his apartment, looking blankly at the coffee table. On its surface were books about desserts and baking in the upper right corner, a ‘Thinking of You’ card from Emile sat nearby— a picture of Funshine and Love-A-Lot Bear sticking out of it, the latest positive review of Patty’s Sweet Confectionaries that he had yet to frame, and a child’s note drawn in big bubbly and colorful lettering.

Staring right back at him though, were the items that belonged to, or mentioned, Virgil’s husbands.

The newspaper headline stating Dorian’s “suicide.”

Logan’s posthumously released novel.

A programme of Roman’s last performance at the lounge.

Carefully, with gentle fingers, he traced over certain parts of each, gaze slowly morphing into one of sadness and heartbreak.

Emboldened words of “DORIAN CAIN,” “FOUND IN OFFICE,” and “GUN IN HAND.”

Dedicated words written for Virgil.

Roman’s beautifully illustrated face.

Patton did his best to shove away the stab in his gut. Even though they all had their faults— deceitful, abrasive, and promiscuous— none of them deserved to die they way they did.

It only added fuel to the already burning ember inside of him. He wanted to avenge them in the best way he can; a way that will allow them all to be redeemed for the price they had to pay.

A sudden bark pulled him from his thoughts.

He looked down and saw his puppy, a chocolate labrador, pawing at his legs, almost like he was trying to comfort his master. Patton smiled— small and shaky— as he ran his hand across their dark brown fur. The scratches brought comfort and satisfaction to them both, Patton the former and the puppy the latter.

“Oh…sorry, Chocolate,” he says softly. “You’re probably hungry, aren’t you? I know I’d go barking if I didn’t have food in my belly too.” Oddly, the pun felt weird on his tongue, and that was definitely a first for him.

He got up, almost sluggishly, taking the assorted items with him, and walked into the kitchen. He stood on his tippy-toes and reached in the cupboard, pulling out some homemade dog treats for his puppy. He loved making them for the dogs he occasionally walks and pet sits.

With Chocolate munching away on a couple treats, his attention turned back to the newspaper, novel, and programme. He would be taking a serious risk if he decided to go along his path, but he would have to fight fire with fire.

Suddenly, he remembered the contact that Toby gave him.

Making his way to the phone, he pulled the napkin out of his pocket, the phone number given to him shined in dark green ink. Inhaling and exhaling slowly, he picked up the phone and dialed it.

“Hello…?” he says as soon as it stops ringing on the other side. “Is this Remus Verde?…Oh, you go by Remus Duke now, I’m sorry! Hmm?…Uhm…M-My name is Patton Hart, I got your number from Toby Hallows. I run a shop called Patty’s Sweet Confectionaries, but that isn’t the reason why I called you.”

Patton took another deep inhale, follow by a deep exhale.

Then, he said, “How would you feel about helping me avenge your brother’s murder?”

#Sanders Sides #Patton Sanders #Virgil Sanders #Thomas Sanders #Dr Emile Picani #Emile Picani #Remy Sanders #Toby Sanders #Remus Sanders #Moxiety #Of Love & Murder

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sumeshi-t · 4 years ago

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the idea of making hc’s of children is sosososo cute. i’ll follow ur steps chloe @akaashit-baeji lolol this is gonna be really self-indulgent buuut my excuse is that it’s my birthday so here it goes... i'm writing the last half of this with a hangover and a bad case of dysmenorrhea... sucks 2 be me

Oikawa Teru (及川輝)

his name “輝“ means “bright”, and this boi lives up to it because, let’s face it, he’s gonna be like his dad. he embodies this “brightness”, in a way that he’s smart, and he makes sure he and his team’s (or whichever team he’s going to be in) will shine on the court

wavy/curly hair and a victim of my and his dad’s astigmatism. always has this cheeky smile, and he gets my brimming energy so he’s really approachable and charming

very good with words; it’s like he always knows what to say

when he plays he also wears contact lenses

but don’t be fooled. in their generation, it’s him who has to put iwaizumi’s son in check. he knows everything about his teammates too, he knows more than what he lets on (which sometimes, they find creepy, but they all know he means well)

anyway, unlike his dad, he doesn’t really mind having geniuses around. instead, he watches them very closely; something like “mutualism”. he knows what he lacks and he knows he can learn from them too, vice versa.

is into horror games. in his free time, he and his sister take turns playing. and they decide it by seeing who can last the longest without flinching/screaming. he’s annoyed because his sister’s better at it

has fans, ngl. i mean look at him. however, the female fans especially, are pretty on guard. he’s approachable, but anytime they see him with his sister... they back out. he doesn’t mind, he loves his sister and it actually amuses him. he’s the same when it comes to the boys who hang around her too!

basically protective siblings who are always there for eo

is very neat. can’t concentrate when something is out of place. he keeps his nails short, has a somewhat flowery scent. yes, he uses female perfumes because he despises strong smells.

bug-catching was his childhood hobby just like mine’s was. used to sneak beetles in iwaizumi’s son’s backpack back then

he will never admit it but he actually asks his sister for fashion tips because his taste sucks ass so bad

basically his major problem or issue in life is getting compared to his father (he’s also a setter). he hates that so much, being hidden in the shadow of his dad, and when people just recognize him for being oikawa tooru’s son.

something he and ushijima’s child relate to so strongly. they’re friendly rivals; might end up being teammates in their career hmm

so when he’s the one stressed, he skips practice for a day just so he could recollect his thoughts. usually stays in the library to read books he picked up based on the titles; might either open up to iwa or his sister later on, it depends. then when he’s okay, he doubles the amount of training

Oikawa Rie (及川麗恵) it’s /ri-ye/ oki

so the kanjis are: "麗" meaning, beautiful and "恵" is blessed. tooru thought of this name obviously

also has curly hair like mine. has that tiny mole below her eye just like i do. actually has lots of moles over her body; one time she fell asleep on the couch her brother drew connecting lines between the moles on her arm and called them constellations. it was nice she thought but still, the next day, teru had to wear a band-aid over his nose bridge.

she’s just a year younger. is less “vibrant” than her brother, a bit more serious. has a resting bitch face and she’s not even sorry about it and i love her for that

she’s actually relieved she looks like that, or else she knows the girls in her class would flock to her just to get in her brother’s pants. usually brushes them off with “ask him, not me” or “do you think that’s any of my concern?”

her tongue her words damn never get to this baby girl’s bad side she’s gonna burn you alive. like fr when she’s angry, oh she’s gonna show you that she’s angry. but tbh she's very sweet, leaves little notes or little gifts to her friends every now and then

she just doesn’t want her brother’s heart to be broken (she’s heard stories from her mom about her dad’s many hs exes), and she knows teru’s struggles

therefore

doesn’t really like volleyball that much. it’s because she didn’t get to grow up with her dad around, she felt like it separated her from him. she’s not mad at him though. she’s very supportive of him and her brother.

used to play vb though when they were kids. but that’s all it was for her

she’s the team’s honorary manager lol the occasional “i brought you guys sumn” or “something-kun, a girl from my class says she likes you so do your best” etc

the team’s lil sister how bout that

despite being tolerant of horror games, this girl is vvvv squeamish. she cries at the sight of internal organs or blood. biology lab was the worst time of her life

when she dug up my hs videos she was shook to discover i once did theater. and thus begins her interest in theater too

and??? baby girl is actually???? really really good????

the girls she used to shut down nicknamed her “prima”, short for “prima donna” she hates it. hates it more when her closest theater buddy was the one who spread that around

immediately went to the gym to spike some balls from her brother. baby girl was crying because she was just so pissed.

she was given ice cream and sweets afterwards. ugh it’s so cute idk she’s baby to the team skksksk they protecc

in that upcoming play, her first ever performance, the whole team got front row seats and howled when she came on during curtain call; it was vvv sweet and memorable even if the guys were kinda reprimanded afterwards lmao

which is why, in return, boiis also have a hard time approaching her because damn??? the vb team as your knights???? excuse me???

oh have i mentioned she has a sweet tooth? mygod. she has a stash of sweets in her room. teru has had to sneak some away because she might get tooth aches or diabetes

her pastel nail polish is arranged by shade, her body clock is fucked up lmao she hates the mornings; has succulents by her window which she names after various characters from books/plays etc she’s for sure gonna be a theater actress tho

asks help from iwa’s son for math. even her brother’s 0% help. teru is smart but a terrible teacher. she’s an above-average student and that’s all that matters for her. she can leave the spotlight to her brother because she only craves one type of spotlight

Miya Seiichi (宮聖一) and Miya Seiji (宮聖二)

their names literally mean “聖” sacred then “一” is one, and “二” is two

atsumu thought it was funny. when they were kids, seiichi’s nickname was “juan” and seiji’s was “tutu” (i gave them the nicknames)

when the twins discovered the meaning behind the nicknames, they hated it. especially seiji, he despises it vvv much

so when they were hs, seiichi = chi, seiji = ji for the people they're close with

as we can see here, the twins unfortunately got my curls. seiichi likes his hair as is. he doesn’t like the thought of dyeing his hair just to be differentiated from his twin. in fact he enjoys twin jokes, enjoys tripping people up about it. seiji on the other hand, grew tired of his brother’s jokes and by the time hs started, he sacrifices his soft hair.

between the two, seiji is the one who has my ugly eyesight. add to the fact that he reads a lot (once he starts he can’t put it down. so he reads in the dark, in a moving car etc)

the piercings was a thing that happened between them, and their cousins (which were also twins wtf)–it was a 2v2 vb thing and they lost

surprisingly, the cousins weren't pleased bc atsumu didn't scold them for getting piercings (but for playing half-heartedly). seiichi wanted the piercings tho tbh it was the perfect excuse. ngl, seiji also wanted them.

first let's talk abt seiichi, aside from the fact he also got my mole (he feels it makes him look cuter tho)

seiichi's into vb, but not a setter. he's the ace. may or may not push through with it as a career. he hasn't decided yet. is actually a bit sad that seiji didn't join the vb club in hs, he wanted them to be like his dad and uncle.

seiichi doesn't have any uh, quirks like shutting the whole cheer squad up like his dad does. but he usually dribbles the ball five times before any serve (this is something i did before) and he likes the 'ooooh hey' thing the crowd does when he goes for a serve

his side of the room doesn't have much stuff going on except workout equipment. he follows what exercise plan i give him as da PT mom that i am, and he is very strict with his diet and with what he eats–he's close to not needing a calorie counter anymore; but not a picky eater. he loves his uncle's cooking very much and he is jealous he can't cook even if he tries

he can do beatboxing, he learned it through youtube lmao his spotify playlists are da bombest; he learns a lot in youtube tho in his free time. his current interest is magic tricks and french (he thinks he can use it to woo that girl from class 4)

he hates insects, and hates mess. he has had to scold his twin about it that it escalated to them having this imaginary line in the middle of the room

anyway, he's straightforward. but not rude. he just doesn't like any pretenses so he says what he thinks or feels is right. may or may not have led to some misunderstandings, but he owns up to his mistakes if he crossed a line

next, seiji

even if he looks like a nerd with his glasses tbh he is not he actually hates studying. you can love reading without having to love studying right? he's that dude

the only time that he regrets dyeing his hair was when he realizes couldn't change identities so his brother could take his exam for him

his side of the room is littered with his sketches, notes from books, pencils everywhere – he drew a bunch of ants one time on a paper and made it look like they're real ass ants and placed it on seiichi's pillow

to solve this problem, atsumu has planned to give him a tablet for his next birthday

quits vb in hs because he kinda lost interest? he still finds it fun but he doesn't wanna be put under the pressure that his dad and uncle left for them lmao

he's in art clubs tho

he designs banners/posters for the team anyway. they use his strategic mind from the shit he's read for any plays and stuff so when he's not drawing, he's thinking

he might look like he has no emotions, but tbh he is more emotional and empathetic than his brother. he cries easily over the simplest things, like those grandparents vids, or rescuing animals and stuff

and thats why he doesn't let people in too much bc he knows he'll be hurt (dw seiichi knows this vvv well, and even if they do have arguments, he loves his lil bro and helps him about this)

has once begged to have a cat at home–seiichi didn't want bc he knows his twin is gonna leave him for clean up lmao

he can cook period.

he's gonna either be an architect or an animator, still hasn't decided.

his music taste sucks lmao. his youtube recents are filled with cooking stuff; in constant conversation with his uncle abt cooking lol it be cute sometimes atsumu is jealous bc he feels his son is closer to his brother than with him

he is forgetful that's why his stuff is messy lol he keeps misplacing stuff, sometimes it's literally in front of him and he's just 'where????'

but remembers dates well, remembers plays well. he's good at nitpicking tiny nearly insignificant details. just anything outside studying? he's good. dw he passes his classes but he hates giving effort for that shit lololol

#haikyuu #haikyuu headcanons #saleeta

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cravingcrazewriting · 5 years ago

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Secret admirers seemed too cliche to actually be a thing. Or at least, that’s what Evan used to think.

It was the typical formula of High School romances in dumb, romance films trying to be hip or cool. It was just too good to be true in real life.

Or well, so Evan thought.

Because he had a note sticking outside his locker, which just said “Dear E, You look really cute today.”

And it was February, ironically, which was the most romantic month of the year, or at least Evan thought. He was a hopeless romantic who just wanted some affection.

But not like this. He would’ve preferred to just be told upfront, because he would take what he could get at this rate, especially after realizing his fixation with being with Zoe was just loving the idea of someone like her, and not actually her, so he was still hurt by that, despite the fact that she didn’t even do anything to him. He thought he wouldn’t ever have a chance at romance again,

Well, until that little note.

Evan felt a twinge of doubt reside deep inside himself, and he tried to convince himself that it was meant for him, because he didn’t know anyone that had a locker by his with the initial E. For once, he just wanted to take something like this and enjoy it, instead of freaking out, having a panic attack for no reason whatsoever, or letting his insecurities get the best of him.

So, he tucked the little note in his pocket, and decided to let it be, despite his mind screaming that it wasn’t meant for him, and left for his next class.

~*~

It really shouldn’t have surprised him to see another letter fly out of his locker.

Evan hoped he was mentally prepared for it, but no, he wasn’t, because he had to fumble around for the half sheet of paper, while Jared treaded closer and closer to him, so that was inconvenient, because he wanted to read the little note, but nope, it had to be Jared, and his fucking car insurance, just like usual.

“Hansen!” Jared called, and Evan hated how harshly he crumpled the letter into his palm, and down inside his back pocket. “What’s up? We haven’t talked in a while.”

Really? Did he have to do this now? “Oh, I-I’ve been fine. Normal, boring life, you know?”

Jared gave him a look that said “Are we really going to do this?”. “I saw that letter in your locker. Spill.”

Of course he did. That was just his luck. “I don’t know, Jared, I just got it.”

“I can’t believe it! Someone’s writing to you, Evan Hansen! Aren’t you like, most likely to be forgotten?” Jared barked out a laugh.

He tried not to let that comment hurt because he’d heard it a thousand times before, but it still did. He looked away, choosing to ignore it. “I’m… going to class.”

“Buzzkill,” he joked, but made no effort to stop him. “Hey, tell your mom I was nice to you so my parents will pay my car insurance, alright?”

Evan didn’t answer him, knowing it would’ve been preferred.

~*~

It was different every day.

“You hunch in on yourself to try and hide. Don’t. I see you. You’re beautiful.”

“I don’t understand how a stutter is cute, but yours is. Sorry, that’s probably annoying to hear.”

“I hate seeing you cry. Reminds me of how ugly the world is (not saying you’re ugly).”

It was nice. Too nice, so where as it was hard for Evan to believe it was all meant for him. How was it all meant for him? Who could dedicate all this time into just him?

So, feeling a need to do something in return for them, he left a small thank you letter, saying how he appreciated all the stuff they said about him, and that they really brightened his day.

But Evan really hadn’t anticipated a response.

“Dear E,

I’m glad my letters make you happy. It’s nice to know I’m doing one good thing in life. I won’t tell you who I am, but if you’re as lonely as you say you are in your letter, text me sometime? (xxx)-xxx-xxxx”

Normally Evan wouldn’t accept things like this, but curiosity be damned, he wanted to try and get closer to Secret Admirer, and hopefully figure out who they were.

Evan: Since you’re not going to tell me who you are, can you tell me what to call you?

Unknown: call me… C?

Evan made a mental note to change the contact to that.

Evan: I c you

C: ha

C: leave the puns to the professional.

Evan: ):<

Evan: Rude.

Evan: Why don’t you use my name in your letters?

C: it felt impersonal. I know you, but I don’t know you, like in real life.

C: if that makes sense.

Evan: Ah. That makes sense.

Evan: Well now you can use my name. Since we’re talking now.

C: suppose you’ve got a point there lol

And they sort of just kept going on from there. C didn’t like to talk about his home life, and was persistent in learning more about him in general. He seemed thrilled with every new little thing he learnt about him, and would tell non specific stories around every topic.

C: did you ever go to autumn smiles apple orchard??? The had THE BEST apples

C: me and my sis would roll down the hills there. They were super big.

C: and one time my dad brought a remote controlled plane. He accidentally sunk it into the lake there though

Evan: Aw that sucks. Did he apologize?

C: old man never was good with words. He just said “sorry kids, we’ll get a new one”. Like, that was my favorite toy?? You fucker??

Evan: Are you… still holding a grudge?

C: one does not simply forgive their dad after he fucks up so badly.

C was incredibly passionate about protecting rights and nature, and would send Evan long paragraphs at random, most often in the middle of the night.

Was it possible to be crushing on someone Evan didn’t know? Actually, scratch that, he did know C, just not in real life. Like an online relationship, just without the distance.

C: hey, Valentine’s Day is coming up. Wanna be my valentine?

Evan didn’t think he was serious at first, because he was a secret admirer, and his identity was going to remain a secret no matter what, but what would it hurt? Maybe C would leave him a lollipop or something.

Evan: Sure! You’re probably the only person who’d ask heh.

But on that Friday, Valentines Day, he wasn’t expecting to see Connor Murphy waiting beside his locker, a white teddy bear in his arms, as he wore a dark purple sweater with his usual skinny jeans and combat boots. For once, he seemed to put effort into his appearance, because his hair seemed to be detangled and fluffed, showing off a nose piercing, along with a few others on his ears.

Evan hadn’t overdressed that day. He just wanted to wear a light pink short sleeved button up he’d been saving for a special occasion, with loose ended jeans, and his uggs that clashed horribly with the outfit all together. It was a complete disaster, Evan was painfully aware of this, but there wasn’t much he could do about it now.

“Hey Ev, it’s me…” Connor smiled at him, fiddling with the teddy bear. “Now you can finally ‘C’ me,” he joked lamely.

Evan couldn’t stop the smile forming on his lips. Connor’s was too infectious. “Is that— a c-callback to when we first met?”

“Obviously,” the latter chuckled, handing over the teddy bear. Apron further inspection, it was holding a little heart that said “You’re too much to bear!”.

“Can I— can I hug you?” Evan asked sheepishly, holding the stuffed animal close.

Connor opened his arms up, seemingly all too willingly. “Come on in.”

As Evan wrapped his arms around him, he briefly thought about all the rumors that were spread about this guy. He threw a printer at his teacher, Mrs. G, in second grade, he was bullied, he supposedly did drugs and got kicked out of a private school, and he showed up to school high. Then again, Connor showed a completely different persona from behind the letters and texts he received up until that very day. He had a sneaking suspicion that his classmates were wrong about him.

“Can I walk you to class?” Connor asked softly. “And take you to The Orchard tonight?”

“One thousand percent yes,” Evan whispered back, holding onto him tonight.

Once the two separated, Evan gently set the little bear inside his locker, and let Connor walk him to his first class period of the day. They ate lunch together, held hands, and talked. He wasn’t sure what they were, but that didn’t matter.

So what if secret admirers were cliche? Evan’s made him more happy than ever.

#deh #dear evan hansen #connor murphy #treebros #evan hansen #connor #evan

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Hey Keichanz!! I love your writing and it’s my birthday next week and I don’t know if you take requests or prompts, but if you have time/feel like it some day could you do a fluffy/angsty/some kind of post canon one-shot of our fav couple, something like Inu reminding Kagome that he cares for her specially & didn’t stop or reaffirming her place there with him as Kagome & not Kikyō or a second choice he was left with 😊 Kinda something I would’ve loved to see as canon!! Thank you so much!!!! 💚💚

Happy brithday anon!!

it’s not really angst, but i did my best to give the feels. i don’t write angst for a reason; i’m horrible at it lol. i hope you like it regardless.

Two months.

It had been two months since Kagome came back through the well after three long years, two months since her life had changed forever, and two months since she had been reunited with her beloved hanyou.

Two. Freaking. Months. Since Inuyasha had touched her.

Oh, sure, he touched her, but not in the way Kagome wanted. A brush of a shoulder, claws grazing her arms, his hand briefly enveloping hers whenever he dragged her onto his back. Chaste touches, innocent touches.

Friendly touches.

And Kagome didn’t want to be his friend—she wanted more.

Heaving a sigh from her location just outside her hut – the one said hanyou had built just for her – Kagome looked up from the basket she was weaving and spotted the silver-haired man in question chatting amicably with Miroku not too far away. Close enough she could hear their voices, but not detect what they were saying, she propped her head in her hand and simply watched him, noting his relaxed posture, arms folded lazily over his chest, legs crossed at the ankle as he leaned against the fence, and the familiar smirk on his face that was present whenever he was being a smartass.

And judging by the deadpan look on Miroku’s face as he responded to whatever Inuyasha said, he was being quite the cheeky little brat, Kagome imagined. Her suspicions were only confirmed when with a wicked grin Inuyasha dropped his gaze down to the twin toddlers playing quietly at their father’s feet and got their attention. He waited until two pairs of identical violet eyes swung his way before asking something and they blinked owlishly at him. Miroku beamed down at them and said something as well; his daughter’s turned their gazes toward him for a fleeting moment then looked back over to their favorite doggy.

Kagome frowned. What had they asked them…?

A few seconds later her question was answered when the twins suddenly chorused loud enough for her to hear, “Doggy!” then sprang up with dual cries of delight before throwing themselves at the now hysterically laughing hanyou and clinging to his legs with matching grins. Kagome was unable to hide her smile as Inuyasha swooped down to take a kid in each arm and they climbed onto his shoulders, their favorite spot to mess with his ears, and he didn’t even bother to stop them as they gently tweaked at the sensitive appendages.

Probably because he was too busy rubbing it in Miroku’s face that his kids apparently favored him over their own father, who looked utterly betrayed as he gawked at his offspring hanging from his best friend’s shoulders. That only served to make Inuyasha laugh even harder.

Miroku gave a defeated sigh and rolled his eyes, but Kagome didn’t miss the smile twitching at his lips as he addressed his children still clinging to the hanyou’s arms. The twins giggled, planted a big kiss on each of Inuyasha’s cheeks, and Inuyasha ruffled their hair as they shimmied on down, skittering back over to their father.

Kagome couldn’t contain her own soft laughter at the display and knew Inuyasha heard it when she saw his ears flick in her direction followed by a quick glance of amber eyes. He bid Miroku farewell, to which he returned, and waved at the girls as they also called out their goodbyes before turning and heading over to where she sat, the unfinished basket now abandoned on the ground beside her.

He knelt in front of her, resting his elbows on his knees and tossing a crooked grin at her.

Kagome’s stomach fluttered as it always did whenever he smiled at her and she quirked a brow at him, her own smile still present.

“I think I just saw two cute girls hanging all over you just a minute ago. What a scoundrel.”

“It’s the ears. They’re ear-esistible.”

Kagome snorted a laugh and swatted his shoulder. “Oh my god, that was horrible.”

“You laughed.”

“Because it was horrible.”

“Jealous.”

“Hardly. I feel my IQ dropping.”

“I’m gonna drop you if you don’t take that back.”

“Mmm, promises, promises.”

Inuyasha laughed that time and shook his head, his grin turning into a genuine smile and Kagome’s expression softened at the sight.

It was amazing, how much more Inuyasha smiled now, and now easy it was to joke around like this with him. He really had changed in the three years they’d been apart, and Kagome truly did love these changes. She just wished something else had been changed as well, but so far that didn’t seem very likely, much to her disappointment.

She felt the familiar twinge in her heart whenever she thought about it but ignored the sensation and focused on the hanyou before her. His smile had faded and he was studying her quietly with a familiar expression on his face that Kagome had caught him wearing several times before while staring at her. The look of calm contemplation on his features was underlined with a hint of perplexity, as if he wanted he wanted to ask her something but didn’t know how, or perhaps searching for something but didn’t know what it was.

Kagome blinked and raised her brows in silent inquiry, but then Inuyasha’s expression abruptly cleared and he stood up, avoiding her gaze. She withheld a sigh of disappointment and dropped her eyes to her lap.

It was the same every time; the hanyou would give her that familiar look, and before she could ask about it, it would disappear and he’d look away. Pestering him about it would be pointless anyway; he always changed the subject or just outright ignored he, so Kagome had learned to let it go and just be patient while he figured out what it was he needed to say to her.

The thing was, though, Kagome wasn’t sure if it would ever happen, and the longer he remained silent, the more her hopes dwindled.

“I’m gonna go catch dinner while it’s still light out,” Inuyasha suddenly announced and Kagome lifted her head to lock gazes with him. “Shouldn’t take long.”

Before Kagome could answer, he turned around and started for the forest, but then paused, hesitated, and looked over his shoulder. Intense amber collided with rich brown and her breath caught in her throat.

“Wait for me?”

Kagome swallowed the sudden lump in her throat and mustered up a smile. How long are you going to keep me waiting, Inuyasha?

“Of course.”

Inuyasha’s expression softened, he gave her a small grin, and then took off, bounding away into the trees and disappearing from sight.

Kagome’s chest ached and she released the sigh she’d held back earlier, smile fading as she stared after him with sad eyes. Wait for him? She’d already waited three long torturous years; didn’t he realize that she’d wait for an eternity if it meant she would gain his love?

Bringing her knees up and wrapping her arms around them, Kagome blinked back tears as she propped her chin on her raised knees, biting her lip to stifle any unwanted sounds of sorrow that were bubbling up in her throat. How could he not know? She came back exclusively for him. She was training under Kaede for him. She was wearing the robes, waking at dawn, and missing her family for him.

And yet he hadn’t given her one sign that he wanted a relationship with her that went beyond mere friendship. She knew he cared for her; that was much was obvious, and almost painfully so, because with every tender look, every gentle brush of his hand and every whisper of her name Kagome was always reminded of the kiss they’d shared while inside the meido and in turn that only served to remind her that had hadn’t kissed her, or even touched her romantically since she’d returned.

She didn’t understand. If he didn’t want her, why did he kiss her? Why did he hold her so tightly, so desperately against him on that first day two months ago if he didn’t feel for her what she so deeply felt for him? Had it just been spur of the moment? An act without thought, without reason?

These were all questions she’d been burning to ask him the instant she’d returned, but with their friends’ untimely arrival, she’d never gotten the chance to. Every moment after that had been a whirlwind of activity she’d barely been able to keep up with, and every time Kagome found she had a brief respite to track Inuyasha down and have a much needed conversation, something would always drag her away at the last second, distracting her once again. Then suddenly nearly two months had gone by and by that point Kagome figured it was too late to attempt any such conversation, and had reluctantly let it go to the wayside.

She regretted it now, not finding the time to sneak away to be alone and get everything out in the open. Would things be different now if she had? Would she and Inuyasha be together and she wouldn’t be hiding this pain behind false smiles and silent tears?

Kagome’s chest tightened and she buried her face in her knees, squeezing her eyes shut tight and gritting her teeth against the pain that flared in her heart. Her hands fisted in her hakama so tightly her knuckles turned white and her stomach roiled uncomfortably.

What if…what if his feelings had changed? What if all he felt for her now was just friendship and any chance of it developing into a romance was slim to none? Three years, after all, was no small amount of time. They’d both had a lot of time to reflect on what happened, to think and make decisions, and Kagome liked to believe that had both matured as well. She wasn’t the naïve fifteen-year-old girl she’d been when they’d first met, and Inuyasha wasn’t that stubborn teenaged boy she’d found pinned to the tree. He had grown older mentally and physically, and it was entirely plausible that his feelings had shifted as well, dying along with the hope that she would ever come back.

Because, after all, wouldn’t it be fruitless to pine after something you were uncertain you would ever see again?

But it didn’t make sense! She was back! She was right here, with him, in his time, and she wasn’t leaving him again! Why couldn’t he understand that?! Kagome knew he’d always been a bit dense, but—

Kagome’s eyes snapped open and she lifted her head with a quiet gasp in time to see the object of her thoughts emerge from the trees. His stride was purposeful, his head was bowed, and he was sans any dead animal that would be their dinner, however he was not emptied handed as he walked straight toward her.

In his hand he clutched a single Chinese bellflower, the vibrant color of the petals easily recognizable even in the setting sun.

Kagome’s body froze, the breath stalled in her lungs, and her blood ran cold as she slowly, so slowly rose to her feet, her eyes locked on that single blossom.

And suddenly it all made sense. That look he would give her. How he wouldn’t look her in the eye sometimes. The way he always, always pulled away whenever she would initiate contact that suggested her feelings went deeper than friendship. He didn’t want her.

He wanted Kikyou.

God, how could she have been so stupid, so utterly blind?Not once had they talked about what happened after the priestess had died, what it meant for them, what would happen next, and thinking about it now, why would they have? They were still young and dumb, still insecure about everything between them, and Naraku was still at large. They hadn’t had the time to sit down and talk, and it hadn’t taken precedence anyway. It had been a silent but mutual agreement any discussion concerning the undead priestess would be put on the backburner until after Naraku was gone and the jewel was whole again.

Then Kagome was trapped in her time and any such discussion had been impossible.

Kagome choked on a gasp as her eyes welled with tears and her gaze darted back up to his face. Inuyasha had stopped in his tracks and was staring at her with a puzzled frown, and when he glanced down at the blossom in his hand, he seemed to realize what she was thinking and the color leeched from his face as his eyes went wide.

She bit back an anguished sob and shook her head in denial as Inuyasha whipped his head back up, his expression frantic. She took a step back, the pain in her chest unfurling and making it hard to breathe.

Of course. Of course it was Kikyou, it would always be Kikyou, wouldn’t it? Even dead Kagome couldn’t escape her, the ghost of her predecessor forever haunting, taunting her with the love of a hanyou that she would never have for herself. Just because Kikyou was dead didn’t mean Inuyasha would suddenly forget her, stop loving her, even, and Kagome was a fool to ever think otherwise.

Ears pinned and wincing, Inuyasha took a step forward and reached out with a hand. “Shit—Kagome, don’t—”

“How could you,” Kagome gasped, bringing both hands to her chest, over her aching heart as hot tears ran unchecked down her face. He flinched and the sob that erupted from her throat was raw and anguished.

Frowning now, Inuyasha tried again, determined to get her to listen to him. “Wench, listen to me—”

“All this time,” Kagome spoke over him and Inuyasha cut himself off with a scowl. “It was never me.” A choked gasp escaped her lips and she lifted a trembling hand to press against her mouth.

Inuyasha actually looked offended at that and the pissed off growl that rent the air should have had her shrinking back in fear, but all it deed was sharpen the ache, wedge the knife deeper into her heart, her suspicions confirmed. He was mad because she’d figured it out, that had to be it—

“What the fuck are you talking about, Kagome? ‘All this time?’ ‘Never you?’” He snorted loudly. “Where is all this bullshit coming from?

Suddenly outraged at his callous denial despite holding the proof in his hand, Kagome whipped her head up and sent him such a withering glare Inuyasha was slightly taken aback, the vehemence in her eyes more than a little alarming.

What the actual fuck—

“Don’t stand there and lie to my face, Inuyasha,” Kagome spat, standing to her full height and fisting shaking hands at her sides, dark eyes narrowed into a lethal glare and face etched into a furious scowl. “I’m not stupid. You won’t hug me, you won’t even be alone with me, and those stupid looks! Did you think I wouldn’t figure it out?!”

Blinded by her fury, by her pain, she missed the genuine confusion that crossed his face as he gazed at her.

“Looks? What looks?” Inuyasha asked, deigning not to comment on the other two things she’d mentioned because they were both his fault, but for reasons that were entirely different than what she was obviously thinking. How could she not realize that? Did she truly not know?

Kagome rolled her eyes. “Don’t play dumb,” she sneered, trying to hide the waver in her voice as she recalled those thoughtfully confused looks he’d give her, now finally understanding the painful meaning behind hem. “All the time you would just stare at me silently like you want to ask me something but you never do and now I realize it’s because I remind you of her, isn’t it?”

The hissed words had Inuyasha reeling back in shock and he gaped at her, truly astounded that she would come to this conclusion just because of how he looked at her sometimes. And now that he thought about it, Inuyasha knew what look she was referring to and she couldn’t he more wrong. Dammit, he thought they were passed this! How could Kagome even think a thing like that? How could she not know? Did she trust him so little, have such little faith in him that she thought every time he looked at her he saw his former love?

It hurt, more so than he would have guessed, and the pain that flared sharp and severe in his chest had him exploding before he even realized it.

“You stupid wench!”Inuyasha thundered at such a loud volume Kagome gasped and stumbled back a step in surprise, eyes widening at the intensity of his reaction. Golden eyes glowered at her so fiercely Kagome knew if looks could kill she’d be six feet under and the deadly growl that reverberated in his chest gave off all kinds of pissed off vibes that warned her to tread very carefully.

“Are you fucking serious?!” he continued to bellow and Kagome flinched involuntarily, but then recovered and glared at him in steely silence. Inuyasha snarled and roared, “How could you not know?! Why—why the fuck would you think—!”

Cutting himself off with an aggravated groan that ended with a frustrated growl, Inuyasha shoved his hands through his hair, momentarily forgetting about the bloom he still held, and pegged her with a hard, stern glare.

“I build you a goddamn home, I hunt for you, I provide for you, protect you from anything that seeks to do you harm, and you throw it back in my face by claiming that I see her when I look at you?! What the fuck, Kagome?! How could you even—I thought—”

Clenching his jaw, Inuyasha finished off with a growl and merely glared at her, ears pinned, and though his face was contorted into a scowl, his eyes pleaded with her to provide some kind of explanation behind all this bullshit so he could fix it.

Sniffling, Kagome screwed her face up and glared right back and refusing to acknowledge the little seedling of hope that embedded in her heart at his intense and adamant outburst. If his reaction was this strong, then maybe…

“What am I supposed to think, Inuyasha?” Kagome fired back, crossing her arms. “It’s been two months and nothing’s changed! You haven’t hugged me since the day I came back, go out of your way to avoid being alone with me, and you seem perfectly content to keep things as they are now!”

Clenching his jaw, lips peeled back in a lethal snarl as his his hands fisted so tightly his claws dug into his palms, Inuyasha had to refrain from screaming in her face in pure frustration.

“I thought it was obvious,” he managed to grit out from between tightly clenched teeth, hardly noticing when he crushed the delicate stem of the flower he still held in his hand.

Fucking hell, he’d built her a hut. A motherfucking home. That they slept in every night. Together. How much more clear did he need to be, goddammit?!

“Obvious?!” Kagome repeated incredulously, her voice high-pitched and dark eyes wide. “You’re as obvious as a brick wall, Inuyasha, and apparently just as dense if you think I have even the slightest idea of what you’re getting at so a little enlightenment would be nice!”

Inuyasha suddenly straightened his back, set his jaw, and stared directly her eyes. She wanted obvious? Fine. He’d be so obvious that there was no way she’d be able to mistake what came out of his mouth next.

“Then marry me, dammit.”

Kagome froze. Her eyes went wide, her mouth dropped, and color suffused her cheeks with a becoming shade of scarlet.

“W-what…?” she whispered, lifting a hand to hover above her wildly beating heart. Had…had she heard him right…? Had he just asked her to…?

“I said,” Inuyasha began slowly, his eyes intense, hot as they bore into her own. “Marry me. And that’s not a request.”

Suddenly feeling dizzy Kagome swayed where she stood and she was sure she would had collapsed onto the ground had it not been for the arm that appeared out of nowhere and snapped around her waist, hauling her up against a solid chest.

Shaking her head, a mixture of confusion, shock, and utter elation making her head swim, Kagome stared wide-eyed up at him, her lips trembling, hands clutching his suikan in a desperate grip.

“You…you can’t order me to—”

“I can,” he interrupted her lowly, his arm tightening around her as his eyes lowered to half-mast. “And I will. Because obviously that’s what I need to do in order for you to believe me when I say that she has nothing to do with anything. Nothing.”

Kagome swallowed thickly, not daring to hope. “But…but the flower—”

With a grunt Inuyasha brought the forgotten bloom up between them, the flower slightly crushed from his forceful grip, but still intact.

“Do you know what a bellflower means, Kagome? What it signifies?” he asked her, his voice softer than it had been previously.

She shook her head mutely, biting her lip.

“It means,” he started and carefully tucked the blossom behind her ear, brushing her hair away and trailing his claws along the delicate curve of her jaw. “Endless love. And honesty.”

When Kagome gasped and hope flared in those gorgeous eyes of hers, his expression softened and he elaborated, “When I went to go hunt for our dinner, I saw this single bellflower just sitting at the base of a tree, completely untouched, spared from any harsh weather or hungry animal. And suddenly it was the sign I’ve been waiting for, the sign for me to stop being such a goddamn coward and finally be honest about my feelings. So I took it and came back to you without finding anything to eat. I needed to tell you, because I was suddenly afraid that if I didn’t, I would lose for you forever and Kagome…”

Throat tightening against the intense emotion that welled up, Inuyasha cupped her face in his hands and leaned his forehead against her own, not at all surprised when unshed tears brimmed her eyes and threatened to spill down flushed cheeks.

“I couldn’t let that happen,” he confessed in a near whisper, golden eyes bright and Kagome’s breath hitched. “So I’m gonna ask you again, Kagome.”

Staring into her eyes, trying to pour everything he was feeling into his own, the love, hope, and fear unmistakable in the amber depths.

“Will you marry me?”

The tears spilled from her eyes and trailed down her cheeks as a trembling but genuine smile slowly spread across Kagome’s face, small hands coming up to cover his own where they still held her face in a tender grip.

“Yes,” she breathed and wrapped her arms around his neck, twining her fingers in his hair and wondering if she could love this amazing hanyou any more than she already did.

Without preamble Inuyasha leaned down, covering her mouth with his own, and as he stole her heart and the very breath from her lungs with his kiss, he suddenly recalled a third meaning to the innocent flower that had given him the courage to be so honest, and he grinned against her lips.

Kagome hummed and he growled, dropping his hands to lift her up against him and he swallowed her surprised gasp. Abruptly he decided he was going plant a garden of the lavender flower, a constant reminder not of his former lover, but of something with much deeper meaning, a secret that he would one day tell his future wife, but not today.

Pulling back, pressing a series of soft, lingering kisses to her lips, Inuyasha’s eyes flicked to the blossom tucked innocently behind her ear and he smiled.

Endless love. Honesty.

The return of a friend—a lover—is strongly desired.

#bellflower #oneshot #inuyasha #kagome #inukag #keizfanfiction #i tweaked the third meaning a little to suit my own purposes #i found it on a website when i looked up bellflower meaning #it was too perfect to not use hahaa #happy birthday! ^_^

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