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notdonesimpin · 4 years ago

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Wants And Needs ~d.a.~

daiki aomine x reader

warnings: kinda angsty, kinda fluffy. it does have a happy ending

synopsis: two people with a love for sports, finding themselves on opposite sides of the spectrum. One never puts in the effort and the other wishes they could touch the court once more.

a/n: its long haha :) self indulgence got the better of me. hope you enjoy :)

Being the second manager of Touou Academy’s basketball was a fairly easy task until Momoi decided to put you on babysitting duty because Aomine seemed to be too hard to reach or find nowadays.

You’d argued her down on why it had to be you since they had been close since they were kids, but you knew it was because she couldn’t do proper stats or research if she had to worry about him.

Despite your better judgement, you agreed, putting the team’s needs before your own feelings.

The only thing you couldn’t shake is how she said that you’re the only person he’ll actually listen to. What does that even mean?

You’ve only had a few conversations with him and most of them seemed pretty tame. You’d never asked him to do anything. It was only ever minor suggestions to better his game or to help him heal afterwards but that was the extent of your friendship.

He’d just known you since you went to the same middle school as him but you both lived in different worlds then. He was the ace of the basketball team and you were the ace of the volleyball team. Your paths almost never crossed with how busy and committed you both were to your clubs, but you both respected each other and watched the other play whenever you had the chance.

“Why are you following me like a lost puppy? Don’t you have somewhere to be?” Aomine asks, snapping you out of your thoughts as he begins to ascend the ladder to the roof.

“Well, Momoi has gotten too busy to keep an eye on you, so you can call me your babysitter. It feels more like I’m supposed to be your secretary, though.”

“You can quit early. You’re not making me go to practice. There’s no point if I’m better than everyone.”

You huff, following him up. “You’re so arrogant.You know, that there’s going to come a day where someone will knock you off of your high horse or you might just do it yourself.”

He shrugs, laying down and letting his eyelids close.

“Daiki. Get up.”

He ignored you, faking a few snores in hopes that you’d give up and leave him alone.

You let out a huff, contemplating on how to get him to go to practice. “What will it take for you to start going to practice?”

“I already don’t go, and my performance is fine.”

“But your teamwork is shit,” you blurt, quickly clamping your hands over your mouth as soon as you could.

He opened one of his eyes, glancing at you. “I don’t need a team. I’m strong enough on my own.”

“Then prove it.”

“What do you mean?”

“Let’s go to practice. You’ll play by yourself versus three guys on the team. If you win, I’ll stop pestering you about practicing or being on time. If you don’t, you’ll practice on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays and do strength training with me on Tuesdays and Thursdays.”

Aomine scoffs, “You must be expecting me to win with your outrageous request.”

You shake your head, “I know you’re going to lose, so I need enough punishment to get you off of your high horse. Plus, we’ll have a 3 on 1 game every week until you beat them or you admit that you can’t do it by yourself. Do we have a deal?”

He sits up, looking at you in amusement, “We have a deal if you agree to let me take you on a date after I win.”

“Then, we have a deal, Mr. Optimistic.”

He jumps up, heading for the ladder. “Let’s go. I don’t want to eat too late.”

Your eyes widened at his sudden determination to go to practice, even if it was under an agreement. You quickly followed him, having trouble since his legs were decently longer than yours.

He pushed the gym doors open and all eyes went to the two of you. They all fell silent when Aomine began to speak.

“Imayoshi, Sosa, and Harasawa. Play me. 3-on-1,” he challenged.

“Daiki-kun! What are you doing?” Momoi asks, looking in between you, him, and the three players he’d just called out.

“I’m just here to win a bet that Y/N made with me. That’s all.”

He jogs onto the court, getting ready to play and disregarding everything Momoi, you, and the coach were saying to him.

“How about we go to 21? My baskets will count for 1 or 2 points and yours will count for 2 or 3,” he smirked, passing the ball to Imayoshi as he got in a defensive stance.

“You cocky little asshole.” The match began moments later.

In only about 15 minutes, Aomine had won in a landslide. 21-5.

Your jaw dropped, “Daiki…”

He grabbed his bag off of the ground with a triumphant smirk, grabbing your hand to pull you along with him as he left. “How do burgers sound? I’m starving.”

You fell silent after you caught up with Aomine, walking beside at a leisurely pace. He let go of your hand and let out a sigh.

“You’re quiet,” he notes after a few minutes of silence, “Do you really have nothing to say to me if it isn’t about practice?”

“I’m just trying to get my thoughts together. I don’t want to say anything that I don’t really mean,” you mutter.

He nods, letting the two of you fall into silence once again as he opens the door for you to walk into the fast food restaurant.

About five minutes later, Daiki sat down across from you with a large pile of food. He hands you two burgers and some fries, knowing that you usually didn’t eat much.

“Alright, I can tell you’re mad at me,” he leans against his chair, looking at you.

“I’m not mad at you.”

“Yes, you are. You have the same look on your face when I do something extremely reckless during the game or when I almost get hurt because I didn’t take your advice.”

You huff, “Why do you spend so little time practicing basketball if you love playing so much?”

“It’s no fun when no one is a challenge anymore. I’m the only person that can beat me.”

“Can you shut up with your superiority complex bullshit!” you snap.

His eyes widened. You’ve never lost your cool before. Why did you care so much about him skipping practice?

You took a deep breath and spoke in a calmer tone. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to yell. It’s just- you claim to love the sport so much, yet, you subconsciously have given up. You’ve stopped having fun, but you don’t want to admit it.”

“Shut up,” he muttered.

“You hate the sport because you have no one to play against. Yet, winning isn’t the only reason to play. You play for your team or are you just too self-centered to realize it.”

“You don’t get to talk to me about the decisions I have made. You have no right to say that I need to play for the team when you were the best volleyball player at Teiko. You were the only person talked about as much as we were, but you quit. You gave up on your team. Don’t give me shit when you walked on the thing that made you who you are,” he sneered, getting up to leave.

“I didn’t give up. I’d committed to Rakuzan, but I got injured. They didn’t want me anymore. No strong team wanted me. Since Touou’s volleyball team is rather small since it just started last year, they still wanted me. That’s why I’m here. So don’t tell me about giving up because my love for volleyball is too strong. Everything I’ve ever done is to better myself and my team. That’s why I can have fun even if I’m beating the other team by a landslide. I can imagine how upset I have made you, and I apologize. I just- I would kill to step on the court right now. My doctor says that if I have surgery, I’ll be out for another six to nine months but my volleyball career will be guaranteed. I’ve thought about throwing away the rest of my career to play another season right now. Excuse me if seeing you flake off when you have so much potential makes me upset. I’m sorry for ruining our supposed date. Have a good night, Aomine.”

He couldn’t deny the way his heart ached after hearing your story or the way he swore that his heart broke when you called him by his last name. You haven’t done that since middle school.

His chest felt heavy, but there was nothing he could do now except to walk away. His pride being too large for an apology to fall across his lips.

It had been two weeks later and neither of you have tried to talk to the other. The team could practically feel the tension between the two of you as you sat on the opposite end of the bench to avoid being beside Aomine.

You were always the one to keep Aomine’s head afloat during games, so they weren’t sure what to expect without you quietly coaching him. They needed his complete focus during the game against Seirin and they were afraid he wouldn’t be able to keep his mind from drifting to whatever caused a rift between the two of you.

You stood up giving each of the players a pat on the back as they stepped onto the court. You placed your hand on Aomine’s shoulder as you stopped, causing him to stop and glance at you. He was going to open his mouth to say something, but you just gave him a tight lipped smile and continued to the bench and sitting by Momoi.

She gave you both sympathetic looks, knowing of the situation due to you both coming to her on separate occasions. Only Momoi knew how much of his play depended on your reassuring words and guided coaching. It wasn’t that he was terrible without you, but you gave him a purpose that neither of you realized.

The game has favored Touou for the most part, but Seirin was staying somewhat in the game. Everyone could tell that Aomine wasn’t giving his all, but no one knew how to approach him about it. They knew only you could bring him back to reality.

“Y/N, you do know that he’s started to come to practice, right?” Momoi says without taking her eyes off of the game. “He told me that he’d be there on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays only because he has strength training on Tuesdays and Thursdays.”

“Why are you telling me this?” you asked, trying to hide the shock you felt that he actually listened to you even though he won the bet.

“He said that you put some things into perspective, and he shouldn’t take his time playing basketball for granted when there are people dying to even be able to do a percentage of what he does.”

You quietly nodded, not noticing the smile that crept on your face.

Halftime came and the team quietly went to the locker room. Everyone could tell how close to breaking Aomine was.

You refilled the water bottles and grabbed some colder towels as you walked into the locker room. You gave all the players that came off of the court a towel and a bottle, receiving a small thanks as the coach talked to them.

You noticed Aomine staring at the ground, trying to keep his focus on the game. You unfolded the cool towel, placing it over his head and bent down to set the bottle in front of him.

As soon as you tried to walk away, he grabbed your wrist, pulling you towards him until his head rested on your torso and his arms were wrapped around you. You paused, unsure of how to respond. You could have sworn you heard a soft sniffle come from him.

“Uh, Daiki-kun-” Momoi started, realizing how uncomfortable you looked.

You cut her off with a reassuring smile, “It’s okay, Momoi. Let him be.”

You look down at him, moving the towel onto his neck so you could run your hands through his hair.

The buzzer sounded to signal that there were two minutes left until the game began. Everyone piled out, but Aomine didn’t budge.

You fell silent as he looked up at you with a few tears rolling down his face. “I’ve never felt so lost on the court, Y/N. Please, tell me what to do out there! Tell me how many mistakes I’ve made. Yell at me. Hit me for being such a dumbass! I just need you to- just please- please, talk to me. I can’t take it anymore.”

“Kagami goes based on instinct, like you, so any movement that could give a hint about what you’re going to do is guaranteeing your loss in a one-on-one battle. Beating him is easy if you let yourself have some fun. This may be the only time I tell you this, but don’t hold back.”

His eyes widened, “Really?”

“Yeah. Don’t hold back and win this game for the team.”

“I’m still struggling with the team thing, but I can win this game for you, if that’s okay,” he confessed as he gets up, keeping his arms loosely wrapped around your waist.

You lightly laughed, “I guess it’s okay. I just want you to have some fun.”

“Can I kiss you?” he leans down, ghosting his lips over yours.

Knowing your words would fail you, you pulled him down, crashing his lips onto yours. His arms tightened around you as he tried to pull you impossibly close to deepen the kiss.

You pull away with a small smile on your face, patting his chest. “Let’s go before they think we’ve murdered each other.”

Aomine instantly picked you up, and rushed out of the locker room despite your protests.

“Daiki! Put me down!” you yell as the tunnel begins to end.

The team looks over at the sound of your voice to see Aomine carrying you out. They all let out a deep sigh of relief to see that the two of you were getting along again.

He sits you down and you hit him in the shoulder. “If you weren’t playing right now, I swear I would murder you!”

He laughs, giving you a quick kiss as the buzzer went off for the game to start again. “I want to cheer as loud as you can for me, yeah?”

You grin, “I’ll do my best.”

A few months later, you were at the hospital, waiting to be wheeled back for surgery when Aomine bursted into your room with wide eyes and his uniform on.

“Daiki? What are you doing here? You have a game like right now!” you exclaim.

“I couldn’t play. I tried, Y/N. I really tried to stay focused during warm ups, but I can’t when you’re here, getting the surgery that brings you onto the court you love. I can’t just show up after it’s done and ask if you’re okay.”

“The team needs you.”

“The team is the reason I’m here. They’re worried about you, too. You may not play on the court, but you’ve been there for every single one of us when we needed it the most. It’s only fair that I do that same for you as your teammate, but more importantly, as your boyfriend.”

“Daiki…” your eyes soften, noticing the tears threatening to leave his eyes.

He wasn’t typically a vulnerable person. This was the first time you’d seen him so upset since that fight.

“You’re here alone when you shouldn’t have to be. Your parents are out of town. Who’s going to take care of you, baby? I know you put up this big front that you’re strong, but I don’t think you actually want to go into surgery without a comforting and familiar face.” Daiki’s voice cracks as he walks over to you. His laces your fingers together. “Let me take care of you.”

“Okay.” Your voice was small. You felt all of the emotions you’d been holding in start pouring out as tears began to fall down your face.

He wipes a few tears off of your face, pulling the chair closer to the edge of the bed to sit down. “How long until it’s time?”

“Ten minutes.”

He nods, letting the both of you fall into a comfortable silence.

“Daiki?” you asked after a few minutes of silence.

He hums in response as he looks over at you.

“What if I’m a part of the unlucky 25 percent that can’t play again?”

“Y/N, you’re overthinking. Everything will go perfect. You’ll be playing volleyball next season, and I’ll get to cheer my girl on from the sidelines. If anything other than that happens, we’ll burn that bridge when we get to it. Either way, you have me.” He bends down to rummage in his bag, pulling out a teddy bear and handing it to you. “I got you this to hold onto during the surgery.”

“Thank you, Daiki.” You grabbed it from him, wrapping your arms around it tightly as you noticed that it smelled of his cologne. Your heart swelled as he successfully calmed you.

Five minutes later, the nurse came in to wheel you to the back. He gave you a soft kiss on the forehead and watched them wheel you out.

The next three hours were excruciating for Aomine. He sat there in silence for the most part, checking his phone for updates on the game from Momoi.

After she informed him that they won, he made a plan with them to drop by your place later to check on you and celebrate later that night after they released you.

The nurse rolled you back in and you were still asleep.

“How did it go?” he nervously asked.

“It was a success! As long as she does everything right, she should get back to volleyball in no time. She should wake up in the next thirty minutes or so. After that, we’ll see how she feels and go through everything that you guys need to do for the next two to three weeks until her check up.You guys should be out of here in another hour.

He nods, “Thank you.”

Just like the nurse said, you woke up thirty minutes later and felt a little groggy. He softly smiled at you, rubbing circles on the back of your hand.

“Hey, baby. How do you feel?”

Your eyes flutter open and you make immediate eye contact with him. “I want to go home, Dai,” you pout.

“I know. We’ll be going home soon. You’ll be back on the court before you know it, too.”

“Really?” you beamed.

He couldn’t help but match his smile to yours. “Yeah, they said it went perfect.”

Later that night, you and Aomine were quietly watching a movie when there was a knock on your door.

You look at him confused as he gets up and walks over to it. “Aomine, who’s here?”

He smiles without answering your question as he opens the door to reveal the team standing there. They all piled into your home, asking if you were okay. Some of them handed you flowers and sweets while others brought movies and games for you to do in your free time.

“What are you guys doing here?” you ask in shock.

“We wanted to make sure that everything went well. Aomine thought it’d be a good idea,” Imayoshi informed you.

Aomine cheeks heated up as he scratched the back of his head. “I figured since you brought us closer as a team, you wouldn’t mind.”

“Not at all. These are moments with you guys that I won’t get often after I start playing volleyball again.”

“Nonsense, the volleyball team and basketball team schedules almost never clash because we only have one gym. The only time it’d be troublesome is during tournament season. Even if you can’t be at most of our games, you can still come to a lot of the practices,” Aomine interjected.

Everyone looked at him with wide eyes. “Why do you know this information?” Momoi asked.

“I wanted to see how much time I was going to get to spend with Y/N once she was released to play.”

“Oh you are so whipped.”

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haikyuuscreaming · 5 years ago

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Oh I’ve got requests! How about Nishinoya being slightly upset about the attention his crush receives vday week so he tries to outshine everyone giving them gifts and on vday he confesses and is like THIS IS WHY YOU SHOULD PICK ME

I DEADASS NEVER GET ANY NOYA REQUESTS IM PUMPED

It doesn’t surprise anyone when Nishinoya Yuu turns out to be a not-patient person. In fact, he might be the opposite of patient.

He’s always been spontaneous and comes up with ideas on a whim, and admittedly carries through with said ideas without anyone stopping him. It also doesn’t come as a surprise that Nishinoya has the biggest crush on you.

Ever since his first year at Karasuno and you guys shared that PE class together and coincidentally landed on the same team for each sport, every time, he’s always had an eye for you. An adoring, loving eye. He’s done everything in his power to try and get close to you, and the two of you are actually great friends.

And of course, you guys aren’t really dating or anything, Noya knows. So why is he so mad that you’re getting so much attention from other people?

Every single Valentine’s Day– and week–, you’ve always been the receiver of gifts and chocolates. Guys and girls alike lined up every day of this Love Week to confess and give you flowers, sweets, cards, everything under the sun. Which means you racked up quite a bit of confessions.

(Noya never forgets, though, that you haven’t returned even one of the confessions.)

He brings it up one day during homeroom, when the two of you are snacking on your bentos.

“Hey, [Name],” he mentions casually, and his heart’s beating a lot faster than he intends. The rice in his mouth becomes like glue as he swallows it down. “Have you ever returned someone’s confession?”

(Of course, he already knows the answer. He just wants to hear the affirmative.)

You give him a side-eyed glance, chewing thoughtfully on your onigiri. “Nah. The right person didn’t come up, y’know?” And you smile, shrugging absent-mindedly.

(Nishinoya thinks your smile is absolutely dazzling, like it outshines every single star in the sky.)

“Don’t worry, [Name]!!” he bursts out with a grin, shoveling another omelette into his mouth. “With how awesome and pretty you are, you’ll find the right person soon. Valentine’s Day’s right around the corner!!”

You laugh, and the sound is heavenly to Noya’s ears. “You inflate my ego.”

“Well, you deserve it!”

(The right person’s gonna be me, he promises.)

Valentine’s Day falls on a Friday this year.

Nishinoya notes the amount of people each day who slip adoring notes into your locker, the amount of people who line up to confess their feelings for you.

And Noya’s never patient, but he’s willing to wait till Friday for his big moment.

Every day, since the Monday of Love Week, he’s been leaving gifts for you with a note, always signed with a thunderbolt. He knows you receive them, every day, because you talk about it to him so excitedly.

“Noya, someone left me my favorite chocolates today!”

“Hey, did you know someone gave me my favorite kind of flower? It was so sweet! Too bad they didn’t sign it…”

“Today, someone folded me some really cute origami pandas with hearts.”

“Noya! Someone brought me a teddy bear today!” It’s the Thursday before Valentine’s Day, and you proudly show him your fuzzy friend. “It’s like this person knows me so well.”

“Oh? That’s really cool!!” Noya can’t help the sunniness that pours from his voice, because he knows that teddy bear all too well. He won it at an arcade game just yesterday because he remembered you pointing out the bear so wistfully.

“Noya, look at that cute teddy bear!!” you point to the cashmere, fluffy bear that sits behind the glass pane of the arcade machine.

“You can’t point it out now,” Nishinoya complains and he bumps you lightly. “We just spent all our money on food! Are you tryna mock me?”

You shake your head furiously, laughing a little bit before sighing in contentment. “Nah. We can win it later, don’t worry.”

You smile wistfully at the bear, nuzzling it with your cheek. “This person’s really thoughtful. They’ve been writing notes, too, all signed with cute little thunderbolts.”

“Ya know, thunderbolts are pretty cool,” Noya grins.

“Says you, Rolling Thunder boy!”

Friday rolls around much too quick, and Noya wakes up a good thirty minutes early to make you bento. Just for today. He doesn’t bother with a note, because he’s got this whole speech planned out for you.

The bento he makes is a little lopsided and is shaped rather crudely, but he’s proud that he got the rice balls into a somewhat consistent sphere. He even asked Kiyoko for help a few days ago on how to make good omelette rolls.

Noya tucks the bento box into his backpack, and puffs out his chest for an extra boost of confidence.

He sets off for an anxious yet exciting day of school.

Eventually, he gets to school and he sees Tanaka, who slaps his back and says something meaningful like get the girl, Noya, and that gets Nishinoya’s heart pumping again. He swallows back the lump in his throat as the adrenaline races in his veins, and he waits not-so-patiently for lunch.

Homeroom comes like a crashing wave: way too unexpected for Noya and it feels too natural, like this isn’t what he considers one of the biggest things to happen in his life. In the homeroom classroom Noya’s always adored because he shared the class with you, you sit in your desk eating your bento just like a normal day before lunch even starts. You look up and smile at him, and Nishinoya’s entire body feels like it’s about to overflow with energy. He sidles next to you, after greeting you sunnily and his finger absentmindedly taps against his desk, waiting for the sensei to finish lecturing so he can finally showcase what he’s been so uncharacteristically thoughtful about.

His time comes and he knows you’re about to say something, most likely starting a conversation, but he stands up before you get a chance, His hand dives into his backpack and pulls out his bento box that he so “skillfully” crafted for you and stands up board-straight, his chest puffed out as he stares you straight in the eye.

“[Name], I just want you to know that I really really like you! And I have for a long time!” Noya cuts straight to the point and he watches your eyes widen for a fraction of a second before tilting your head, as if coaxing him to continue. “And, you know, you get a lot of valentines each year, right? But I made you all those thunderbolt notes and stuff, and I got you all those gifts!” With each word, Noya feels like his heart is pumping harder and harder and his chest puffs out too. “So what I’m saying is, I think I’m the best one for you!! I’m better than everyone else ‘cause I really like you, you’re probably one of my best friends, I think you’re really neat-”

“Noya!” you interrupt him, laughing, and he’s a little shell-shocked. What, did he do something bad?? No, he couldn’t, he’s been dreaming of this day for far too long for it to turn out badly. “You.. you’re so sweet, oh my god. I- I thought you knew??”

“K.. Knew what?” He’s a little nervous now, but it’s nothing he can’t handle!

“I like you too, you dork,” you lean in and boop his nose, and your face lights up so much that Noya’s sure you’re the sun. “Ah! You made bento for me?? I thought you couldn’t cook!! You’re so sweet what the heck-”

“I know, I’m a master chef,” Nishinoya puffs out his chest even more than it’s already been puffed out and grins. God, he’s soaring right now. He’s ecstatic and you lean in to kiss his forehead. “Well, happy Valentine’s Day.”

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gracetoecuadorexchange · 6 years ago

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Engaging

Well, after another week of fighting more avidly against boredom, I am feeling pretty good about myself.

I got lucky last week after failing to do anything for the first day of my three-day weekend. Rosetta joined my family and me at a traditional countryside restaurant, although her refusal to eat food (the premise being that she wasn’t hungry having just had lunch herself) came back later with a vengeance in the form of ordering a full pizza and chicken hamburger at the park we walked around later. Even Henriette, who I’d thought would miss out as she was sick, joined us. She and Rosetta took a paddle boat around the man-made river.

Monday, although almost as activity-less as Saturday, still had something to do--make a “lemon pie” with Mami Nina I could take to Tuesday’s picnic at school. I say “lemon pie” in quotation marks because it was truly just a glorified casserole; without the baking, or spices, or really anything that goes into a casserole or pie. After layering the bottom of a casserole dish in plain cookies, then spreading a mixture of condensed milk, 50% milk, and lemon juice over the cookies, the process was repeated one more time. I got to leave my two lays of cookies and milk in the fridge for the next day and wonder how in the world I was expected to keep it cool while at school waiting for the last class.

I still don’t know what Tuesday’s picnic was celebrating, but it may have to do with diplomas/certificates that were given to some students at the start of the day.

I have no idea what gets you these diplomas as the year hasn’t ended, but I assume it’s a good thing as the studious kids were the ones called up. I can’t say I am one of the studious kids, but I did pay attention and even got homework and points in classes (except Quimica--Chemistry--because I hate everything about it with a burning passion).

Thankfully my worries over keeping the “pie” cool were assuaged when Mami Ale told me I could ask the snack bar to put it in their fridge. When the picnic rolled around as our last hour of the day, I was able to present my full sized “lemon pie”/casserole-stacked-cookies-not-even-baked thing to impress all my peers. Other “dishes” brought by these freshman-aged students included; Nutella, potato chips, pizza chips, chifle (chEEflay--salted banana chips), strawberries, Coca-Cola, caramel dip, packaged cookies (I took some home to savor later) and some gummy rings. It entertained a few students when I tried the potato chips with Nutella, and Aldo went so far as to test the pizza flavored chips with the chocolate as well.

Even at home I felt productive, able to work on some slides in a presentation I would be an active part of in school next Monday.

Wednesday and I investigated half-heartedly into the running organization one of my classmates is in, “Federation”--like Star Fleet!

I made sure to talk to my school group when Theatre class did nothing, and I even taught a camp game.

By the end of the day I had confirmation that grades would start being written down for me, which is a huge win. It’s hard to keep track of your language progress and feel like you’re doing good. Getting outright confirmation on schoolwork will definitely help in stabilizing how I feel I’m doing. Also, school work is insanely easy (except Quimica because no one wants you, Quimica) which is bad for the students that should actually be engaging and learning, but good for me as I already learned most things in depth in eighth grade.

Wednesday also marked the day I finally got the mail package containing a few things I hadn’t packed the first time around: a small stuffed bear that I like to brag has traveled the world, a large American flag, more journals since it’s been a little over a month and I’ve filled almost the entirety of my first one, and some documents bureaucracy prevented from finishing in time for my arrival.

I had learned from a friend that Venom was out, so of course I took this opportunity to try and connect with friends and watch the movie. Unfortunately, Mami Ale changed these plans without first consulting me, and movie watching was put off for Thursday, meaning I had to be that irresponsible jerk friend that cancels with only 2 hours to go.

This also happened to be the day Tete, the pregnant dog, was expected to have puppies, so I was given the option to stay home. My entire social life is currently at school, so I declined. I still got cake, as I think they were celebrating the new puppies even though nothing had happened (or would happen until the eleventh--that’s what happens when you assume dogs operate on human expectations).

With no one but me needing to wake early on Thursday for school and work, I had to walk down to Cruz del Norte. Unfortunately, sidewalks are not a guarantee, and I’m pretty sure my nice white uniform shoes were covered in a thin layer of dust and not smelling fresh by the time I was in the building. It didn’t help that I couldn’t shower that morning when the water pressure fizzled out as I washed my hands.

On the up side, I now had my trusty stuffed bear Jarfrey, who was a hit with the ladies of my friend group. I passed him off during PE, and by the end of it, Katherin claimed he was her husband.

Katherin was the Ecuadorian friend I had planned to watch Venom with the day before, along with the only exchange student that responded in our group chat when I first sent the invite out. Unfortunately, something came up and she couldn’t make it, but lucky for me, now Marcela could.

Her mother accidentally introduced herself as Marcela’s sister, but it was sorted out rather quickly and we watched Venom. Totally in Spanish. I think I understood about 50% of spoken words, followed 90% of the plot, and caught 40% of the jokes. On the car ride home I learned the family had a Wii U, so I will be looking into a Mario Kart tournament sometime in the future.

I didn’t get a chance to see Tete and her new-born puppies when I got home, but that was rectified the next morning.

Friday dawned, and people were late rising-- except for me because I’m always up at 6 and ready to leave by 6:45 as I was told to be. I saw the three little black puppies Tete can now call herself mother of, but I still haven’t dared to touch any of them in case that would hurt something.

At school, Marcela joined in Inktober late, coining the term ‘Latetober’ and letting me join in as well, along with Ysabella. In English while Marie was stepping out to find Henriette and my desk mates were talking amongst themselves, I drew a hamburger and a tiny hungry cat since the first day’s theme was ‘comida’.

Jarfrey of course joined me this day as well, becoming Marcela’s wrist adornment as she beat us all in the basketball game trying to make shots from different positions.

I learned from Marie halfway through the day that exchange students would be having a picnic. I have not kept up at all with the exchange students, but a picnic sounded nice and it’d be fun to enjoy the outdoors for a little while. I got to the park with four liters of sparkling apple juice and twenty cups--that’s right, I remembered to bring something to actually serve beverages in. I was the only one to remember to do so, and no one brought plates.

At one point, the French boy across from me passed Kinder chocolate under the table and we joked he was our drug dealer. He was the same one to eat tuna straight from the bag and try rip-off Cheeto puffs with guacamole. My second picnic of the week ended a little while after one of the girls got out their Ukulele and another sang along to ‘Riptide’.

It didn’t end before a woman we later learned had no connection to any of us sat down at the table and asked about exchange. People ended up leaving the chips and Nutella with her when we left for a walk. My day finished around 12 am as I enjoyed the two new Miraculous Ladybug episodes (2 in a day again!) and I started off the new weekend right.

Once more, I have fought off boredom, this time engaging in a combination of movies, drawing, and haphazard excuses to eat a ton of junk food with friends. !Ole!

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hymn2000 · 6 years ago

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Freeze - MCU AU Fanfic - C3

(Title subject to change)

Previous chapter(s): 1 2

Story synopsis:- When a burst gas main destroys everything and leaves Peter with nothing, the Stark’s take him in. Thrown together by necessity, they then need to try to keep it together and build a new life. Devastated by loss, Peter doesn’t make things easy for them, and Loki and Tony struggle with their own grief and the responsibility of having someone completely dependant on them.

Chapter description:- Peter struggles to adjust to his new school and home life

Chapter warnings/themes: character death, hurt/comfort, trauma, grief, depression/mental health issues, bullying

Relationships: Frostiron (Loki x Tony) (romantic), Tony and Peter (platonic), Loki and Peter (platonic)

From the same AU as Called To Be A Rock

Chapter 3 - Please Stay With Me

Peter wasn't best pleased when Tony grabbed him under the arms and pulled him onto his lap.

"Alright kiddo, I know" Tony said, hugging him close. "First days can be tough"

"You don't know anything!" Peter cried, burying his face in his chest.

Tony sighed. The door creaked and Loki came into the room.

"Have you been asleep?" Tony asked uncertainly.

"I'm having a flare up; leave me alone" Loki sat beside him on the bed. "How was school?"

Peter lifted his head. "It was horrible! I hate it there; I'm never going back!"

"Don't be silly, Peter" Tony said. "You have to give it a chance. You'll be fine once you've settled in"

"I'm not going back and you can't make me!"

He struggled off Tony's lap, only to be grabbed and pulled onto Loki's.

"Please don't make me go back there!" he wailed, burying his face in Loki's chest. "I hate it!"

Loki rubbed the boys shaking shoulders. "What happened?"

"It was so horrible. Everyone already knows each other and it's all different and I kept getting lost"

"It will get better, kiddo" Tony said. "You'll make friends, you'll get used to the routine, and you'll find your way around. You just need to give it time"

"I don't want to! I want to go back to my old school!"

Tony sighed irritably. "Peter, we've been through this I don't know how many times: it's not possible for you to keep going there. How many times do you need me to say it?"

"It's not fair"

"It's not raining either"

Peter raised his head. "Let me go back!"

"Peter, darling, you know full well that it's not a viable option" Tony said firmly.

"I don't care! If I can't go there, I'm not going to any school!"

"Peter, you're being ridiculous. Everyone struggles on their first day. I understand you're upset, but you're just going to have to grin and bear it. You'll settle in. You'll be fine. We'll support you. Stop crying now"

Peter cried harder, if only to make a point.

"Why don't you talk us through everything that happened today?" Loki suggested.

Peter shook his head and slipped off Loki's lap, pushing passed Tony and flopping back onto the bed with the pillow over his face. Tony and Loki looked at each other, sighed, and stood up. Maybe the kid needed a bit of alone time.

Peter kicked up one hell of a fuss in the morning, shouting and screaming and lashing out at Tony and Loki as they tried to get him ready.

"Would you please just give it a rest?!"

"No! I'm not going and you can't make me!" he threw himself down onto the bed like a toddler and shouted.

Tony finally snapped, pulling him to his feet, grabbing him by the shoulders, and shaking him.

"You're being totally unreasonable! You're going to school whether you like it or not, do you hear me? This isn't easy for us either, you know"

Peter buried his face in Tony's chest and howled.

"God, give me strength!"

Loki intervened, allowing Tony to escape for a breather, and in his absence (with a lot of force) he managed to get Peter to wash and dress and go through to the kitchen. The boy refused to eat, and since they were behind schedule, Loki didn't try to force him. He shoved Peter's bag onto his back, pulled him to his feet, and - much to Peter's dismay - marched him out of the house and down the road.

Like he often did now, Peter felt sick. Loki stopped at the gates, and the look on his face told Peter that if he tried to run, there'd be trouble. He had no choice but to go in, and it was just as horrible as the day before, if not more.

By Thursday morning, Peter knew his way around. He'd figured out the system: G classrooms were on the ground floor, F classrooms were on the first floor, and S classrooms were on the second floor. While it solved one problem, it brought on another.

More often than not, they had to wait outside the classroom until the teacher arrived. Once Peter stopped being late, this was an opportune time, with no people of authority about, for the rest of the students to torment him. This morning, as he reached the classroom for first lesson (2G - RE), he was shoved hard from behind. He landed heavily on his hands and knees, his bag thumping him hard on the back for good measure. It caught him completely off guard, and for a moment he was too surprised to do anything. Once he realised what had happened, he sat back on his heels, trying to ignore the whoops of laughter filling the corridor. Using the wall to support himself, he pulled himself to his feet and leant his back against it, keeping his head down in hopes that no one would notice the tears in his eyes. It didn't work.

"Everyone stand back: the faucet is leaking again!" Ryan shouted, spreading his arms out as though guarding the people behind him.

Everyone squealed and rushed over to the other side of the hallway. Peter was used to being left on the sidelines now. They called the usual jokes about crybabies and floods and burst pipes. That last one always struck sore. They didn't know how his aunt had died, and he knew they weren't referencing gas mains, but it still reminded him of it.

He thought about the expensive silk handkerchief in his pocket, gifted to him by Loki. He used it at home, but never here. They laughed at him even more when the tears got too much and he had to scrub his eyes with his sleeve. Bringing out a silk embroidered hankie would yield not only more laughs, but also more ridicule. He knew that. He couldn't use it, but it was still a comfort knowing it was there.

It was PE after break. Peter had kit now. He was relieved to find it was a type of uniform - generic black PE shorts with a school polo top. He didn't trust the boys in his year, so he got to PE early, before the bell rang, and got changed while no one could bother him. He made a point of sitting close to the desk where the teacher took the register from, hoping people would leave him alone.

It was tennis again. They joined up with the girls, two couples to a court, and the teacher assigned partners, which was a relief. Peter was put with a girl called Rudi. Peter wasn’t bad at tennis, so he thought he’d just be able to get lost in a rally.

How wrong he was.

“I’ll serve” Rudi snapped, going over to the other side of the net.

Peter stood at the other side, racket poised at the ready. Rudi dropped the ball and hit it hard, so that it sailed high over the fence, and landed in the middle of the playing field.

“Go and get it, then” she said, and immediately turned and started chatting to the girl next to her.

Peter lowered his racket. He wasn’t surprised, not really, but it still hurt. He made his way to the playing field, taking his time. He had a bit of a cry while he searched for the ball, knowing no one was watching. He returned to the courts and sat down on the ground by the fence, bouncing the ball up and down with his racket. He didn’t bother attempting another game with Rudi: he knew it would be pointless.

At the end of the lesson, Peter was faced with another problem: getting changed again. He really didn't like the idea of getting changed in front of everyone. There weren't any changing cubicles, so there was no privacy. He bit his lip, wondering how best to overcome this issue. He could wait until everyone else had left, but then he ran the risk of people from the next group walking in on him.

He didn't have his wits about him. It wasn't until he was back in the changing rooms that he realised the obvious solution was to go into the toilets and get changed in a cubicle there, which he did. Mercifully no one else had the same idea, and no one followed him. Another problem solved, he supposed.

It was English next. Peter had been dreading it all week. The teacher was already there when they got to the classroom. Still, he waited till last to go in. The teacher looked less than pleased to see him.

"You've decided to show up on time today, I see" she said, looking down her crooked nose at him. "So you're not as thick as you look"

Everyone laughed, and Peter could feel his face burning. The teacher smiled, and surveyed the room.

"There's a place at the back. Take this" she forced an exercise book into his hands. "And sit down"

Peter made his way to the back of the room. The room was set out like all the other classrooms, in rows with a break down the middle. This back row was hardly a row at all: just a single table next to the wall and the window looking out onto the corridor. A boxload of poetry anthologies took up much of it. Peter put them in a single pile on one side of the desk, took a chair from the stack by the other wall, and sat down as close to the wall as possible. He looked down at his pink exercise book, got out his pen, and wrote his name and the subject on it. He didn't write the teachers name, because he didn't know it. He didn't care to know it either: she obviously didn't like him, and he didn't think much of her either.

Peter leant against the wall. After a while he stopped listening, and looked out of the window. There wasn't really anything to see, just the occasional student going by on their way to the toilet. Still, it was better than listening to the lesson. His book remained untouched on the desk. The teacher didn't seem to notice, and if she did, she certainly didn't care.

Peter had looked at his timetable so often he knew it by heart already. It was lunch next, and then Maths. He was looking forward to that. He'd heard a lot of people say Mr Jacobs was harsh and strict - or words to that effect - but Peter had found himself quite liking him last time. He hoped his memory had served him correctly.

Lunch came and went. Peter spent it by the late registration office, playing Tetris, just as he'd done all week. He found himself feeling very nervous as he approached room 4G, just in case things were different.

Mr Jacobs was more hands-on this time. They were doing a 'recap lesson' as Mr Jacobs put it, and everyone groaned when he said it. Peter was intrigued. The recap lesson consisted of Mr Jacobs writing simple addition, subtraction, multiplication, and division sums on the white board, and picking someone to come up and solve them. As the lesson went on, the sums got harder, and less people were putting their hands up. Mr Jacobs tapped the white board.

"Come on, you dosey lot! There's nothing hard about this! I've taught you countless methods to work out these sums. Think about it! Four hundred and seventy six, multiplied by nine hundred and twenty three. One of you needs to give it a shot"

Peter knew how to solve it, but there was no way he was putting his hand up. He suddenly became horribly aware that Mr Jacobs was looking directly at him. He held the whiteboard pen out to him.

"Peter, you can do this one"

Everyone groaned and whispered. Peter stood up reluctantly. He took the whiteboard pen, trying to pretend no one else was there, and went over to the board. The sum took him just shy of three minutes to solve. He wrote the final answer, underlined it, and stood back, turning to Mr Jacobs.

"Exactly right! Four hundred and thirty nine thousand, three hundred, and forty eight. Not exactly hard now, was it, class? Good work, Peter" he smiled at him. It was the first time Peter had seen him smile. "You can sit down now"

Peter handed the pen back and went back to his seat. For a moment he felt pretty good about himself. Mr Jacobs turned to write another sum on the board, and while he was doing it, someone passed a note onto Peter's desk. Peter hesitated. He knew he should ignore it, but he unfolded it anyway.

'Filthy little crybaby know-it-all'

It was childish, Peter knew that - but it was still horrible to read. He screwed the note up in his fist, stood up, and went and threw it in the bin. If it hadn't been for the furious tears in his eyes, it may have looked like he didn't care. Mr Jacobs usually shouted at anyone with the audacity to leave their seat without his permission, but he didn't say anything. Peter returned to his seat, the phrase; 'Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words can never hurt me' racing through his mind.

The phrase was a liar.

The last lesson of the day was science. Biology. The teacher pointed Peter in the direction of the spare seat in the class, and Peter’s heart sank when he saw who it was next to. He swallowed hard and sat down, trying not to look at anyone.

“Yuck. What did I do to get stuck with you?” Ryan spat, moving as far away from him as possible.

Peter pretended he hadn’t heard, and wrote his name and the subject on the front of his new workbook. He only had to get through the next hour, and then he could go home. He tried to content himself with that fact.

The horror of independent work that seemed to be prevalent at this school reared its ugly head again. The teacher sat at the desk not paying attention to the class, which meant all of Ryan’s crew were able to give him their full attention.

“Why do you never say anything?” Ryan demanded.

Peter kept his eyes on the diagram in front of him.

“I said, why do you never say anything?” Ryan repeated, elbowing him in the ribs.

Peter gripped his pen tighter. He was always about two seconds from tears at any given moment, and he knew if he looked up things would get worse, and he didn’t need to cry in front of this lot again, not properly. Tears got enough ridicule, and they weren’t in a hurry to let him forget about Monday’s English lesson incident. He added another label to his diagram.

Ryan growled. “Hey, are you deaf or something?”

“He’s a wasted effort, Ry” someone said. “He’s probably not got a high enough IQ to know how to speak”

People seemed to like that comment, and it sparked a general round of laughter and suggestive discussion on how they could use it. None of their conclusions were very successful. ‘No IQ Nobody’ was the best they could come up with. Peter couldn’t help thinking how low the IQ and mentality of some of these kids must be.

“Is being useless contagious?” Ryan asked no one in particular. “Or is it genetic?”

“Don’t know. Wouldn’t take the risk” Rudi said from a few tables over. “Might be something in the air”

Peter bent his head low over his work. His eyes were filled with tears so everything was blurry. Try as he might, he couldn’t block out what everyone was saying. He knew it was stupid, he knew it was childish, and he knew they were just trying to get a reaction, but that didn’t make hearing it any easier.

“- never knew humans could be vermin until this week-”

Peter gripped his pen so hard he felt the plastic crack under his fingertips.

“Hey crybaby, what’s it like when no one in the world wants you? You don’t belong here. Obviously you didn’t belong wherever it was you used to be either, otherwise you’d still be there. SO, what are you for? You’re just a spare part, aren’t you? He’s nothing, isn’t that right, guys?”

Everyone immediately agreed. A tear splashed onto Peter’s worksheet, followed by another, and another.

“Woah, everyone stand back! Take cover, get your umbrellas out; it’s happening again!”

Peter started crying properly. He put his pen down and covered his face with his hands. Ryan and his friends fell about laughing, high-fiving each other. The sound of Peter crying caught the teachers attention.

“What’s going on over there?”

“Oh, I wouldn’t worry about it, Miss” Ryan said, waving a hand dismissively. “It’s always at it”

“Peter, step outside” she said, and went back to her papers.

Peter stood up shakily and left the room. He sank into a chair in the hallway and sobbed into his hands. He wanted to go home. He wanted to go back, back to his old flat with all his old stuff. He wanted to be back at his old school. He wanted to be back in a time when he could get back from school and find May in the kitchen. He wanted to go back and hug her as tight as he could. He wanted her so much. Thinking of her made him cry harder still. He wanted his aunt. He missed her so much.

At some point, the biology teacher had brought Peter’s bag to him. Peter hadn’t really noticed. He’d gone quiet by the time the bell went. He didn’t look at anyone as the class came out of the classroom and wandered off in little groups, ready to go home. Once they were all out of sight, the teacher came into the corridor and stood in front of Peter.

“I see you’ve calmed down a bit now” she said.

Peter didn’t respond.

“Don’t look so down. I know starting a new school is tough, but you’ll soon get used to it”

Peter didn’t believe her.

People were still milling about when Peter walked out of the school and made his way towards the gates. He felt hollow and tired. He just wanted to go back to the Stark’s and crawl into bed.

“Yo, Parker!”

He was shoved hard from behind, and he landed sprawled in the gravel, scratching all up his arms and ripping the knee of his jeans in the process. He heard Ryan’s familiar jeering laugh behind him. He refused to look back. He pushed himself to his feet, sucking his breath. His arms and knees hurt rather a lot. Ryan grabbed him, turning him round so he was forced to face him.

“What did you do that for, Useless?”

Peter turned on his heel and continued on his way to the gate. He walked fast, even though it hurt. Ryan and his gang didn’t follow, and as soon as he was out of the gates, he ran until the school was out of sight.

Tony wasn’t happy when he saw the state of Peter’s jeans.

“I only just bought those”

“Oh Tony, leave him alone” Loki said. “It’s obvious he’s had a fall. Come here, sweetie, let me see to you”

Peter sat at the breakfast bar and let Loki tend to him. It didn’t look anywhere near as nasty once the blood had been washed away. His hands and arms were grazed, and he’d cut his knee, but it wasn’t anything serious. Loki still fussed though, as he always did.

“Loki, he doesn’t need you babying him”

“Yes I do” Peter said, holding his arms out for Loki to hug him, which he did.

Tony set a plate down on the breakfast bar. “Eat. You’re shaking”

“It’s the shock” Peter said. “From the fall”

Tony wasn’t convinced. “Eat. I’ll be down in the lab if you need me”

Peter waited until he was out of the room, and pushed the plate towards Loki.

“No” Loki said. “I told you yesterday: I’m not covering for you again”

“Please?”

“No”

“Fine”

Peter stood up, taking the plate over to the bin and emptying the contents into it. Loki frowned at him.

“You’ll get a bollocking if he finds out about that”

“‘If’ being the operative word here. I’m going to bed”

“Oh no you’re not” Loki said, grabbing hold of him. “You heard what Tony said yesterday”

“I’m tired. You’re tired too, I can tell”

“Peter-”

“Well it’s not fair! Why aren’t I allowed to sleep after school, but you’re allowed to sleep whenever you want? How is that fair?”

“I’ve got M.E: I need to rest. You know that”

Peter pouted. “Were you gonna have a nap now?”

“I’ve got to look after you”

“No you don’t. I’ll come and lie down too, ok?”

“No. Don’t give me that look!” Loki sighed irritably. “Alright, fine! But if Tony catches you, I’m telling him you weaseled your way in after I was already asleep”

Peter nodded. “Deal”

Peter snuggled up against Loki’s chest, feeling pretty pleased with himself. Loki was going through quite a bad flare up, and as a result, he wasn’t really up to the fight, and so Peter got his own way more often than not.

Peter felt tired all the time now. He didn’t have much energy, which was a result of both his mourning and his absent appetite. Sleep always sounded like the most desirable option, but nighttime was always tough. He’d spend ages lying awake, thinking, and when he did eventually fall asleep, he was plagued with nightmares. He hadn’t told Loki and Tony any of this, but he had realised that when he fell asleep during the day, especially beside one of them, he didn’t have nightmares. Tony said he’d ruin his sleep schedule by sleeping during the day, but considering it was the only peaceful sleep he got, Peter was willing to take that chance.

Tony pushed open Loki’s bedroom door.

“Oh good, you’re both in here”

Peter opened his eyes. “He’s asleep”

Tony sat on the edge of the bed, rubbing Loki’s shoulder firmly and giving him a little shake.

“Loki, time to wake up now”

Loki did wake up, whining and rubbing his eyes, feeling quite disorientated. He turned onto his back, looking up at Tony.

“What?”

“I need to talk to you two”

“Why?”

“I’ve got to go away”

Loki sat up. “When?”

“Next week. Thursday”

“How long for?”

“A week, maybe ten days”

Loki didn’t look happy. “Are you sure that’s a good idea?”

“I haven’t got a choice” Tony said. He looked at Peter. “I’ll always be just a phone call away if you need me, kiddo. But you’ll have Loki looking after you, so you’ll be fine”

“Tony. You’re forgetting something”

“Hm? No, I don’t think I am. You can always call your brother if you need a hand, not that you will. You’ll be fine. It’ll just be you doing exactly what you always do. Only with more cooking”

Loki sighed heavily. “Well, I suppose if there’s no way round it” he looked down at Peter. “We’ll be ok, won’t we?”

Peter didn’t answer. He was too busy fighting back the tears. He didn’t want Tony to go. He’d been with him every day since the accident. Until this week, he’d worked from home so he’d be there for him when he needed him. He knew Tony’s work could be demanding. Sure, it was another week before he was going, but ten days sounded like a dreadfully long time. He wasn’t sure if he’d be able to cope without him. Loki was good in the parenting role, but he was always different during a flare-up, and if he was still fighting it next week, Peter thought maybe he wouldn’t manage either.

"Peter?"

Peter burst into tears, struggling upright and throwing himself at Tony.

"I don't want you to go! Please, Mr Stark, please don't leave me!"

"Hey, hey, settle down now" Tony said, concerned by his outburst, but not surprised. "Shh. It'll only be for a little while. And I'm not going until next week"

"But I'll miss you so much! Please don't go! What if something happens to you?"

"Peter, nothing's going to happen to me" Tony said. "It's just a business trip. I'll be back before you know it"

Peter didn't believe him. The days had gone painfully slow ever since the accident. In some ways it already felt like it had happen years ago.

"Don't go!"

"I have to. But I'll phone you every day, I promise. You'll be fine. You've got Loki, and you know he'll take excellent care of you. And I'm sure Thor will be around too. And you've got school to keep you occupied. It'll be fine, darling"

Again, Peter didn't believe him. Well, he believed him when he said he'd phone, and that Loki would look after him and that Thor would visit, but he didn't believe him about school. He was glad it was Friday tomorrow, but he knew the weekend would go by too quickly. He couldn't bring himself to tell either of them what school was really like. He was too embarrassed to admit that he was being bullied, that he cried all the time and hid in corners at lunch to get away from everyone. He didn't want to admit that he hadn't said a single word to anyone since starting there.

"Please stay"

"I need to work, sweetheart. This isn't up for debate. I'm sorry"

"Can't I come with you?"

"You've got school"

"I hate school" Peter spat, sounding more angry than upset.

"You've only been there five minutes! You haven't had time to hate it. You're just trying to guilt-trip me"

Suddenly Peter didn't want him quite so much. He pulled away from Tony and crawled onto Loki's lap instead. Tony sighed.

"Whatever. Anyway, what do you want for tea tonight?" Tony asked. "And don't say you're not hungry, because your stomach sounds like a dying whale, and I know you binned your after school snack today"

Peter buried his face in Loki's chest. He didn't want anything. He imagined he could count on one hand the number of full meals he'd had since the accident.

"You've gotta start eating sometime, kiddo. What would May say if she saw you now? Don't you think she'd want you to look after yourself?"

Peter started crying all over again at the mention of her name. He knew Tony's intentions were good, but it still felt like he was using his dead aunt as a bargaining chip. He tried to block out any thoughts of May, hoping that if he didn't think about it, it wouldn't hurt him. But he couldn't do it. Every night the whole horrible scene of the nurse telling him she'd died played over in his head, and it made his blood run cold. He didn't know how to cope with hearing her name. He didn't want their sympathy. So he got angry instead.

"Leave me alone! Go away, I know you don't care about me!" he pulled away from Loki. "Go away!"

"Peter, you're in my room" Loki said calmly.

"I'm not talking to you!" he glared at Tony as best he could while crying. "Fuck off!"

"Oi, don't you dare use that kind of language on me, young man! How dare you? I don't care how much you're hurting, it's no excuse for rudeness"

"Tony"

"No, don't defend him. Peter, go to your room"

"No! You can't tell me what to do; you're not my father!"

"No, but I am your legal guardian, and while you're living under my roof, you'll play by my rules. Now do as you're told"

Peter stormed out of the room and went to his own, slamming the door so hard it made the walls shake. Tony fell against Loki's chest.

"This is hard"

Loki rested a hand on Tony's head. "He's struggling. When he starts getting better, all this will start getting easier"

"He doesn't smile any more"

"A building literally fell on him and killed his aunt. That's not the kind of thing he's going to get over quickly"

"I know. And I know it's bad, but I miss the old him. He was always laughing and hanging off my arm and looking over my shoulder asking what I was doing. I know it drives you mad, but I kinda miss the way he'd suddenly appear suspended from the ceiling or halfway up the wall. It made me laugh..."

He pushed Loki down onto his back and lay on top of him.

"I've tried to get him to get his suit on and go and foil some minor crimes or whatever. I even offered to go with him, but he wouldn't do it. I think it'd do him good"

"Not if his focus was off. He'd end up getting hurt"

"Maybe. I don't know. I just want him to pick himself up and make an effort to keep himself busy. He won't come down to the lab anymore either"

Loki sighed. "I think we just need to wait. It's like you said: once he's settled in at school and made some friends, he'll start getting better. He's just too sad right now"

"What about you? You're sad too"

"As are you" Loki said. "We lost her too"

Tony closed his eyes. "You're having a flare up"

"It'll pass. I've been up and about a bit more today. With any luck I'll be better before you go away"

"Hope so. But I still think you should ask your brother to visit"

"Peter cried like a baby last time he saw him"

"Peter cries like a baby 24/7. He looks up to Thor. I think he'd like to see him again"

"I'll think about it"

Friday opened Peter's eyes to a theme: every time he did his work and got it right, he got ridiculed for it. The simple solution was, of course, to stop doing any work.

Peter had a lot of time over the next two days to think about how well this plan would work. He got into a blazing row with Tony on Saturday morning and was subsequently sent to his room, where he stayed for much of the weekend.

None of the teachers at school seemed to care what the kids did. Peter hadn't bothered writing down any of his homework assignments, but no one said anything when he had nothing to hand in. Similarly, he noticed that a number of the kids in his class did the absolute bare minimum and no one batted an eyelid. The only teacher likely to say anything was Mrs Coney, his delightful English teacher, but, as long as he was on time, she never paid any attention to him anyway. Mr Jacobs was a challenge, because Peter liked him, and he was good at maths. Maybe he'd keep working in Maths, but none of the other subjects.

Drama was the easiest to get out of. No one wanted him about, and when they'd been split into groups in the one lesson he'd had so far, they'd all pretended he wasn't there, so he'd spent the lesson stood about doing nothing. PE was also easy enough. All he had to do was leave his kit at home, and then spend the lesson ‘guarding’ the kit trolley. He saw no reason why he should care when any effort he put in just resulted in having milkshake ‘accidentally’ spilled on his books and a series of loud whispers calling him every name under the sun. He didn't care about school now, and he wasn't going to pretend that he did.

Peter put his plan into action on Monday. It was maths first, and that made him nervous. He was horrified (and a little relieved) to turn up to the lesson and find that Mr Jacobs wasn't there. The teacher said he'd gone off sick, and they didn't know when he'd be back. It sounded horribly permanent. This new teacher seemed just as indifferent as most people at this school, so Peter sat back and did nothing for the full hour. It was surprisingly easy. He stared at the desk and zoned out, and surprisingly, no one said anything about it.

Over the next few days, Peter settled into a routine. He did no work, no homework, nothing. He sat at the back of the drama studio pretending to study a script, and he left his PE kit at home and spent the lesson sat by the equipment trolley. He didn't eat and he didn't speak.

Everyone was still horrible to him, almost unbearably so. Ryan lead the movement, and everyone laughed and copied and joined in. It wasn't easy to ignore them when they were so loud and obvious about it. Peter's reputation of 'crybaby' reaffirmed itself constantly. If he wasn't crying from being pushed over or taunted, he was crying because he couldn't stop thinking about May and everything he'd lost. Every time he hit the floor he was filled with a sense of betrayal. Everyone had told him that everything was going to be ok. He'd never believed them, and for once, being proved right was heartbreaking. He felt like he'd been lied to.

Peter sat on Tony's bed on Wednesday evening, watching him pack. He sat hugging a pillow against his stomach. He'd been shoved very hard into the corner of one of the heavy science desks earlier that day, and it still hurt rather a lot. He had a feeling he'd soon have more bruises to add to his growing collection.

"So, how was school?" Tony asked, breaking what had been a comfortable silence up till that point.

"I want to go back to my old school"

"Oh for gods sake, Peter!" Tony snapped. "How many times do we have to go through this?? Do you need to have another look at the figures? Look, I'm sorry, I know you miss it, but you know it's not possible for you to go there. You're just going to have to accept it"

Peter hung his head, tears dripping down his cheeks. Tony sighed, sitting down beside him and pulling him close with an arm round his shoulders.

"You and Loki could fill an Olympic sized swimming pool every week, what with the amount of water you two produce"

Peter buried his face in his hands.

"Sorry I snapped at you, kiddo. I shouldn't have raised my voice like that... Your new school's not really so bad, is it? You know you can tell me anything"

Peter very nearly did tell him everything then. But he'd noticed how tired Tony had looked recently, and he knew that he was finding all this change challenging too. He thought about everything that had happened since starting school, and he imagined the look on Tony's face if he found out, and he just couldn't do it to him. Not now. He knew he was doing his best.

"Do you really have to go?"

Tony sighed. "Yeah, I really do. But I'll call you every night. And you can call me whenever you need to... Peter?"

Peter looked up. "Yeah?"

"Be good for Loki, would you? You know he's not very well at the moment. He wouldn’t thank me for saying it, but he’s not really strong enough to deal with all this right now. Go easy on him, won’t you? Please? For me?”

Peter nodded slowly. Tony wiped the tears from Peter’s face with his sleeve.

“Good boy. I’ll be back before you know it”

“What time are you leaving?”

“I’m not sure yet. I’ll be here to wave you off in the morning, but I’ll be gone long before you’re home”

Peter looked at him. “You never asked Loki”

“Asked him what?”

“At the hospital. You never asked him. You just said I was coming home with you”

Tony closed his eyes and counted to ten in his head. He sighed, and looked at Peter again. “I never needed to ask. He loves you. There’s no way he’d ever had said no. It was the obvious thing to do. May always sent you to us when she couldn’t look after you... She trusted us”

Peter swallowed hard, his eyes filling with tears again. “I miss her so much-!”

His voice cracked and he turned and buried his face in Tony’s chest. Tony held him tight, a little too tight.

“I know sweetheart. I know, I miss her too” he started crying too.

Peter cried harder, because he never could cope with Tony crying.

“I’m so sorry” he kissed the boy shakily on the cheek. “I’m sorry-”

Peter clung to him, wracked with silent sobs. He had pins and needles from his awkward position but he didn’t care. He tried hard to focus on the feeling of Tony’s arms round him. He never wanted to let go.

Peter woke up in Tony’s arms. They were still in Tony’s room, the suitcase still beside them on the bed. Everything felt blurry and hollow.

“We should probably get up now” Tony said, kissing him on the forehead. “You’ll be late for school”

Leaving the house felt even more horrible than usual that morning. He forced himself to keep walking, just as he did every morning. He hated knowing that Tony wouldn’t be there when he got back.

Ryan must have been distracted by other things, because his bullying was very low-key for most of the day. Peter had been thinking of all the worst possible outcomes to Tony’s business trip, and he’d upset himself and was crying a lot. Because of this, he managed to ignore a lot of what people were saying about him. All he’d really managed to catch was that they were calling him ‘it’ now.

It wasn’t until after school finished for the day that things started getting bad again. Ryan and his gang decided to use the cover of the busy hallways to push him around and shout at him. They didn’t appreciate Peter ignoring them. Ryan stood in front of Peter, so he was forced to stop.

“Didn’t anyone ever teach you it’s rude to ignore people when they’re talking to you?”

Peter turned on his heel, only to come face to face with Jimmy, one of Ryan’s most loyal rabble members. He soon became painfully aware that he was surrounded, boxed in, trapped. He didn’t know quite what to do. Ryan grabbed him by the collar, and Peter pushed his hand away furiously.

“Ooooohhh! Getting bitchy now, isn’t it?”

Peter’s pulse was beating in his ears. He could feel the heat of the rabble around him, he could smell them, the horrible mixture of sweat and too much aftershave. Many of them were taller than him, blocking out the light and making it feel very dark. He looked at Ryan, trying to work out if he’d be able to barge through and run without being grabbed.

“Hey, you’re not going to try to run, are you?” Ryan sneered, looking down at him. “We’re your friends, aren’t we?”

The people either side of him moved closer to their leader. Peter took a slight step back. There was a smaller boy just to the right of him, a weak-looking boy who was only joining in the avoid becoming victim himself. He was the weak link in the chain.

“Hey, what are you looking at? You’re crazy”

Peter raised an eyebrow in the same manner that Loki did when faced with a ridiculous situation. Ryan growled, raising a hand and slapping him hard across the face. There was uproarious applause and cheering from the rabble. Ryan had a smug smile plastered over his face. Peter lowered his hand from his face. He knew what was going to happen if he stayed here. He moved fast, hooking his foot round the ankle of the weak link, tripping the boy to the ground, and darting through the gap he left in the circle.

He ran like he had never ran before, weaving in and out of people and jumping over obstacles in his way. He soon lost the rabble, and then he was out of the school, out of the gates, down the street.

‘I don’t have to deal with this’ he thought as he ran towards home.

He’d been through enough this month without having to add this struggle into the mix. What was it May had always said to do when something dangerous was happening? ‘Turn and run the other way’. Well, that was exactly what he was going to do. He was never going back to that school, whether his new guardians liked it or not. They wouldn’t have to know. This was his life, and he was taking control.

‘I’m never going back’

#my writing #fanfiction #mcu #marvel fanfiction #mcu fanfiction #frostiron #peter parker #spiderman homecoming

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shawol9196 · 7 years ago

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Teacher au 3/?

3.1K words, still Minkey, with vague side changkyu

Minho laughs to himself and quickly finishes walking home. He still has a lot of questions about Kibum, but is satisfied with the progress he made. Once in his apartment, he makes sure to text as promised.

The remainder of the week passes quickly, though with less Kibum than Minho would’ve liked. They see each other Wednesday when Minho brings his class; he notices that Kibum seems to be more relaxed this time around. On Thursday, when Minho’s class goes Heechul for an attempt at a history lesson instead of art, Kibum stops by before students arrive to deliver the artwork for the kids to take home. It’s only five minutes, but it makes his day a bit brighter. Especially considering all the teasing he’s been taking from Suho and Kyuhyun.

On Friday, as Minho sits down to eat his lunch, he’s surprised when Kibum comes into the break room with his own lunchbox. He sits somewhat across from Minho and smiles before pulling out his lunch.

“Decide you didn’t want to eat in the admin lounge?” Minho asks.

Kibum begins poking at the salad he’s brought and doesn’t look up when he answers.

“Well, I don’t know anyone in admin yet and there weren’t any chairs available when I got my lunch out of the fridge so I came over here hoping that you were still having your lunch at this time and I got lucky. So here I am.”

“Ahh. Well I’m glad you came, even if it’s because you didn’t feel like you were welcome over there. Admin can be a little scary, mostly because they hold my job in their hands, but I’m sure you’ll find a friend over there to eat with soon.” Minho says, finishing up his chips.

There’s a silence for a while, just Minho eating his sandwich while Kibum tries to eat his salad. The radio begins to crackle but goes silent again. There’s a knock on the door and a student comes in. Kibum looks at Minho, confused on why a student is in the teacher lounge, but Minho just smiles at the boy.

“Hi Kyungsoo. Are you looking for me or someone else?”

“I was looking for you, Mr. Minho. Mr. Suho asked me to give you this.”

Kyungsoo hands Minho an envelope and leaves quietly. Kibum returns to poking at his salad; he’s eaten less than half of it and Minho’s worried he won’t finish it. Not wanting to embarrass him, he turns his attention to the envelope. He opens it to find $20 and a sticky note inside.

M-

You were right about C/K. It was the

coffee shop on 5th they met at, not

the winery on 9th. Sorry for doubting

you, who’s had to deal with them for

four more years. Here’s your bet.

-S

Minho can’t help but laugh as he puts the note back inside the envelope. Kibum’s looking at him again, with an equally amused and confused look. “Sorry,” he says, offering a cookie from his lunchbox. “Suho and I had a wager about Kyuhyun and I won, is all.”

Kibum raises an eyebrow.

“Kyuhyun and his boyfriend, Changmin, the one who teaches PE at the high school. Suho was trying to remember where they met. He was thinking it was this winery that they both love almost more than each other, but I said it was this cafe closeby. I knew I was right, because I was literally there when it happened, but he insisted I was wrong and bet me money on it.”

Kibum laughs, covering his face with his hand so that salad bits don’t go everywhere. Minho decides he likes Kibum laugh, and he wants to hear it again, and see it without his hand in the way.

“Wow, what a stupid bet. I wish I knew some good places to eat around here. I’ve only been here for a week so I have literally no idea where to go,” Kibum says when he finally collects himself.

“Well, if you like, I don’t know what time you’re done today but we could go to the cafe. I’m free after 4. It’s on 5th avenue if you know where that is. I don’t know what kind of food you like, but it’s a German bakery, I think? I’ve had almost everything they make and it’s all super good. Even the like, ‘diet’ options. It’d be my treat with Suho’s money.”

Kibum looks surprised at the offer, seemingly almost blushing.

“You don’t have to waste your money on me,” he starts.

“Kibum, please? It’s your first week and I want to do something nice for you. Maybe we’d actually be able to talk about ourselves a little more freely outside of here.”

“It’s on 5th, you said? I live on 7th so I should be able to find my way. Is 6 o’clock okay to meet up?”

“Yeah, 6 would be great. It’s called Kuchen, it’s right between the hardware store and the liquor store.”

Minho’s timer buzzes and he packs up to go collect his class.

“I’ll see you later, I hope the rest of your day goes better,” he says as he leaves.

Minho leaves his apartment at 5:30 even though it’s only a five minute walk to the bakery. While it’s never been full before, he wants to make sure that he and Kibum have proper seats. It’s been a long time since he’s been excited to meet up with someone -- friendly or otherwise -- that isn’t Kyuhyun or Suho. He’d opted for jeans and a hoodie rather than his work clothes; though everyone said he looked nice in a button up and khakis, he didn’t think that gave a very let’s-be-friends-outside-of-work vibe. Now he hopes that Kibum comes similarly dressed. When he gets to the bakery, he orders a coffee and picks a nice booth that’s out of the way but in view of the door. He almost wishes he’d given Kibum his phone number just in case; Jonghyun, the music teacher that comes in only on Fridays, had teased him about it. Actually Jonghun had teased him about a lot concerning this situation. But either way, he’s here now and there’s nothing he can do about it. His phone buzzes; it’s still only 5:40 so he checks it.

Suho: uhh not to be creepy, but look up.

The realization that this meeting had be ever so gently been forced into being hits Minho the moment his eyes meet Suho’s. He’s sitting at the booth so that he’s facing Minho, wearing a hoodie in an attempt to hide. He waves but Minho doesn’t return it. He should’ve known that Suho sending the money was a trick, especially since it was in the middle of the school day. His phone buzzes again.

Suho: I’m only here in case you need an out, ok! It was Changmin’s idea!

Minho rolls his eyes. He’s annoyed at how easily he fell for the trick but he’s appreciative of the support nevertheless. The bakery is getting busy and he’s glad that he thought to come early. Finally, Minho spots Kibum coming in. He waves and Kibum comes over to the booth. He’s relieved to see that he’s in equally comfortable clothes.

“Hey, sorry I’m late,” Kibum says when he finally makes it over.

“Oh no, you’re not late! I just got here early. I wasn’t sure how busy it’d be.”

It’s Kibum’s turn to look relieved.

“So is this place actually authentic or just well themed?” “Honestly? I’ve been coming here for five years now and I still don’t know,” Minho explains, laughing. “Either way, the food is worth it and the coffee is decent so that’s enough for me.”

Kibum doesn’t respond, but simply looks around to admire the decorations.

“So, what can I get you? If you want, you can go look at the counter and come back and tell me and I’ll get it for you. I’m afraid if we both leave the booth it’ll get stolen.”

“Oh, um. I’ll just take a coffee, however you like it, and like whatever they have that’s closest to a cinnamon roll.”

Minho goes up to the counter and orders a cinnamon roll, 2 coffees, and his favorite plate of cookies. Suho comes up behind him and orders something too, but doesn’t say anything. When Minho sits back down, Suho moves somewhere else.

“So. What did you want to talk about?” Kibum asks, tearing a chunk off his roll.

While Minho had been thinking of questions the whole day, now that the moment was here his mind blanks. He shoves a cookie in his mouth in an odd effort to buy time. Kibum seems to notice and take pity on him.

“I guess I’ll start since you seem to be having a moment with your cookie. Uhm. Is this supposed to be a date or a joke or something?”

Minho chokes on his cookie.

“No! It’s not a date, I would’ve dressed nicely if it was and asked you properly. And it’s not a joke either. I respect you enough as a person that I wouldn’t do that and I certainly wouldn’t bring you to this cozy place if I was going to. Why? Did I say something that made you think that?”

“I was just making sure. It’s...It’s just been a long time since someone has done something nice for me without cause and I...” he trailed off and began tearing his roll into smaller pieces.

“Oh...I’m sorry to hear that, Kibum.”

“So what should I know about you, Minho?”

“About me?”

“Yeah. About you. You asked me here to talk about ourselves, so tell me about yourself.”

Minho finishes another cookie and lets himself talk. He starts with talking about the misfortunes of his first year teaching and the little girl that would bite him every single day until she was removed from his class; about how this is the second year he’s had Chanyeol in kindergarten and how he’s excited to see him move on but also worried about him still not being ready to start school properly. He moves on to talk about his volunteer work at the sports league for disadvantaged youth and how he loves watching his team bond together and work on building each other up. How rewarding it is when he’s able to encourage them to success. All while he talks, Kibum is mostly silent. He eats his cinnamon roll slowly and asks small segue questions but doesn’t offer any comments. Eventually, Minho hits a roadblock, not knowing how personal he should get.

“So, that’s probably incredibly more than enough about me. What about you? What should I know about you, Kibum?”

Kibum shifts around uncomfortably. He’s finished his cinnamon roll so he takes a drink of his coffee. Worried that he’s upset Kibum in some way, Minho tries to pacify the situation.

“It doesn’t have to be big things or stories like I told you. I mean, you don’t have to tell me anything if you don’t feel comfortable. I just...I’m just curious about you. No, that sounds creepy I’m sorry I-”

“Minho,” Kibum starts, cutting him off. “I appreciate it. And I feel more comfortable with you than I think you realize. There’s just...nothing really to say about me.”

“There’s always something. What’s your favorite color?”

Kibum tilts his head and purses his lips.

“Pink. No, not pink. Peach!”

“Mine’s periwinkle. See? That’s something.”

Kibum properly blushes this time. He looks like he’s about to say something else when there’s a shout behind him.

“MINHO!”

They both look up and Minho realizes that Suho has been joined by Kyuhyun and Changmin. The three walk over to their booth and Changmin pretends to not notice Kibum at first.

“Hey Minho, what are you up to on this fine Friday evening?” he asks, putting his hand out for a fist bump.

“It’s the end of Kibum’s first week and since I seem to have had the greatest luck out of everyone in being friendly to him, I offered to bring him here for some celebratory goodies.”

“Kibum, this is my devoted pain in the as- I mean boyfriend Changmin.” Kyuhyun explains.

The two explain pleasantries and then it’s Suho’s turn to talk.

“We were thinking about going to The Barrel in a while if you guys want to join!”

“Yeah, you’re free to come along. We have a ton of funny stories about Minho if you’re interested in that, Kibum.” Changmin says with a wink. “We’ll let you guys know when we’re headed over if you decide to come along.”

The three head to the counter to order and there’s quiet between Minho and Kibum again.

“What’s the barrel?” Kibum asks quietly.

“It’s the wine place I was talking about earlier. I think they have a few new reds today, which are Kyuhyun’s favorites.”

“Do you guys go there often?” “We take turns between going there and going to the bigger wine collection, aka their apartment.”

Kibum laughs, then turns serious.

“Is it really okay if I come along? I don’t want to intrude...”

“Kibum, I promise it’s fine. They literally wouldn’t have invited you if you weren’t welcome. Suho’s too nice for that and Changmin wouldn’t bother. It’s usually pretty fun, unless the two of them get handsy. But that’s more so the risk of having wine night at their apartment so we should be good.”

Unsurprisingly, the five of them do end up going to The Barrel. They cram into a circular booth and Kyuhyun immediately orders for them. While Minho’s somewhat upset that the others interrupted, but as they start drinking Kibum seems to relax more so he’s grateful in the end. Things start out light: they all talk about their weeks, how funny their students are, how this or that teaching requirement is cramping their style. As more and more wine is brought out, things get variably more bright and dark. Changmin tries to take the bright side; Minho can’t understand what he’s saying, but a rosy-cheeked Kyuhyun is laughing on Changmin’s shoulder so it can’t be that bad. Suho gets serious, per usual. He picks up his glass, sighs, puts it down. Every now and again he turns to Minho and says something vague like “I can’t believe that’s how it is” but he never explains what ‘it’ he’s referring to. Minho and Kibum don’t drink as much as the others, though Kibum does drink comparatively more. Every now and again, he turns to Minho, grabs his hand, and thanks him for taking him out for the evening. When an hour has passed and the staff won’t serve them anymore (they have a strict drunkenness policy), Minho pulls everyone out of the booth and collects money to pay. He doesn’t ask Kibum for money, but Kibum hands him a few small bills anyway. Outside, he hails a taxi for Suho, then another for Kyuhyun and Changmin. Something tells him that he needs to walk Kibum home.

“Where do you live on 7th? How far from here?” he asks.

Kibum looks at him, sways a bit, and scrunches his face in thought.

“King’s Court. I think,” he manages after a while.

“I live at Sunrise apartments, the one on 6th. Is it ok if I walk you home, Kibum?”

Kibum nods and sets off in the right direction. Minho watches him sway and offers his elbow for him to hold onto. Surprisingly, he takes it and the two walk silently but arm in arm for the 6 blocks between The Barrel and Kibum’s apartment. When they reach the door to the building, Kibum tries to shoo Minho home, but Minho isn’t convinced that Kibum will be able to get into his apartment and insists on accompanying him to the door. The elevator ride to the 5th floor is quiet. Though he’d tried so hard to shoo him at the door, Kibum silently invites Minho in. He seems to have sobered up somewhere between the front door and his apartment door and it comforts Minho in some small way. He looks around the small apartment and realizes he’s been in it before. Three years prior, he’d volunteered in a program aimed to help repair some of the poorer apartment complexes in the area. He’d been assigned to King’s Court 5th floor. Kibum’s apartment, 53A, had been the worst of the whole lot. He recognizes the patches in the flooring and walls as his own. There’s not much in the apartment that he can see. An old couch and a barely standing table are the only furniture.

“It’s not a good apartment but it’s all I can afford right now,” Kibum confides, sitting down on the couch. “The move here cost more than anticipated and I couldn’t get approved for the other apartment in my price range.”

“I’m not judging you for living here. I was part of a crew that fixed it a few years ago and was just seeing how everything held up.”

“You did the repairs? To be honest, I think those few repairs are the only place holding this place together...”

Minho tries to think of a polite way to continue the conversation, but it’s more difficult of a task than anticipated.

“What are you wanting from me, Minho?” Kibum asks. There’s no anger in his voice, but there is fear.

“I want to be your friend. You look lost, reminiscent of the boys I volunteer with, and I want to make things easier for you if I can. But also because I want a friend too.”

“Weren’t we just with your friends?”

“Yes, but it’s not as simple as that.”

“Oh. Well, I think I’d like to be friends with you. When I’m more sober I mean.”

“Do you have a pen and paper?” Kibum tilts his head as if he’s going to ask why, but gets up and finds an envelope and a marker.

“What are you writing?” “This is my cellphone number and this is my address. If you ever need anything or just want to hang out or something, just let me know. I volunteer on Saturdays, but my Sundays are free.”

“Thank you for inviting me out tonight. It’s the first time I’ve ever gone somewhere with a friend.”

“You’re welcome, I hope you enjoyed it. I’m going to go home now, if you’re all good.”

Kibum nods and walks Minho to the door, shyly waving a goodbye. As Minho leaves the building, his phone buzzes.

Unknown: this isnt a fak numbr right?

Minho: kibum?

Kibum: ye! I was just testing

Kibum: let me no when u home

Minho: home safe

Kibum: ok. Ill let u no if im hungover tomrow.

#tau #tau writing #writing #minho #kibum #minkey

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futureshawolhearts · 7 years ago

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Teacher au 3/?

3.1K words, still Minkey, with vague side changkyu

(( @minhoinator @taespoon-of-sugar ))

“Decide you didn’t want to eat in the admin lounge?” Minho asks.

Kibum begins poking at the salad he’s brought and doesn’t look up when he answers.

“Hi Kyungsoo. Are you looking for me or someone else?”

“I was looking for you, Mr. Minho. Mr. Suho asked me to give you this.”

M-

You were right about C/K. It was the

coffee shop on 5th they met at, not

the winery on 9th. Sorry for doubting

you, who’s had to deal with them for

four more years. Here’s your bet.

-S

Kibum raises an eyebrow.

Kibum laughs, covering his face with his hand so that salad bits don’t go everywhere. Minho decides he likes Kibum laugh, and he wants to hear it again, and see it without his hand in the way.

“Wow, what a stupid bet. I wish I knew some good places to eat around here. I’ve only been here for a week so I have literally no idea where to go,” Kibum says when he finally collects himself.

Kibum looks surprised at the offer, seemingly almost blushing.

“You don’t have to waste your money on me,” he starts.

“Kibum, please? It’s your first week and I want to do something nice for you. Maybe we’d actually be able to talk about ourselves a little more freely outside of here.”

“It’s on 5th, you said? I live on 7th so I should be able to find my way. Is 6 o’clock okay to meet up?”

“Yeah, 6 would be great. It’s called Kuchen, it’s right between the hardware store and the liquor store.”

Minho’s timer buzzes and he packs up to go collect his class.

“I’ll see you later, I hope the rest of your day goes better,” he says as he leaves.

Suho: uhh not to be creepy, but look up.

Suho: I’m only here in case you need an out, ok! It was Changmin’s idea!

“Hey, sorry I’m late,” Kibum says when he finally makes it over.

“Oh no, you’re not late! I just got here early. I wasn’t sure how busy it’d be.”

It’s Kibum’s turn to look relieved.

Kibum doesn’t respond, but simply looks around to admire the decorations.

“So, what can I get you? If you want, you can go look at the counter and come back and tell me and I’ll get it for you. I’m afraid if we both leave the booth it’ll get stolen.”

“Oh, um. I’ll just take a coffee, however you like it, and like whatever they have that’s closest to a cinnamon roll.”

“So. What did you want to talk about?” Kibum asks, tearing a chunk off his roll.

“I guess I’ll start since you seem to be having a moment with your cookie. Uhm. Is this supposed to be a date or a joke or something?”

Minho chokes on his cookie.

“I was just making sure. It’s...It’s just been a long time since someone has done something nice for me without cause and I...” he trailed off and began tearing his roll into smaller pieces.

“Oh...I’m sorry to hear that, Kibum.”

“So what should I know about you, Minho?”

“About me?”

“Yeah. About you. You asked me here to talk about ourselves, so tell me about yourself.”

“So, that’s probably incredibly more than enough about me. What about you? What should I know about you, Kibum?”

Kibum shifts around uncomfortably. He’s finished his cinnamon roll so he takes a drink of his coffee. Worried that he’s upset Kibum in some way, Minho tries to pacify the situation.

“Minho,” Kibum starts, cutting him off. “I appreciate it. And I feel more comfortable with you than I think you realize. There’s just...nothing really to say about me.”

“There’s always something. What’s your favorite color?”

Kibum tilts his head and purses his lips.

“Pink. No, not pink. Peach!”

“Mine’s periwinkle. See? That’s something.”

Kibum properly blushes this time. He looks like he’s about to say something else when there’s a shout behind him.

“MINHO!”

They both look up and Minho realizes that Suho has been joined by Kyuhyun and Changmin. The three walk over to their booth and Changmin pretends to not notice Kibum at first.

“Hey Minho, what are you up to on this fine Friday evening?” he asks, putting his hand out for a fist bump.

“It’s the end of Kibum’s first week and since I seem to have had the greatest luck out of everyone in being friendly to him, I offered to bring him here for some celebratory goodies.”

“Kibum, this is my devoted pain in the as- I mean boyfriend Changmin.” Kyuhyun explains.

The two explain pleasantries and then it’s Suho’s turn to talk.

“We were thinking about going to The Barrel in a while if you guys want to join!”

The three head to the counter to order and there’s quiet between Minho and Kibum again.

“What’s the barrel?” Kibum asks quietly.

“It’s the wine place I was talking about earlier. I think they have a few new reds today, which are Kyuhyun’s favorites.”

“Do you guys go there often?” “We take turns between going there and going to the bigger wine collection, aka their apartment.”

Kibum laughs, then turns serious.

“Is it really okay if I come along? I don’t want to intrude...”

“Where do you live on 7th? How far from here?” he asks.

Kibum looks at him, sways a bit, and scrunches his face in thought.

“King’s Court. I think,” he manages after a while.

“I live at Sunrise apartments, the one on 6th. Is it ok if I walk you home, Kibum?”

“I’m not judging you for living here. I was part of a crew that fixed it a few years ago and was just seeing how everything held up.”

“You did the repairs? To be honest, I think those few repairs are the only place holding this place together...”

Minho tries to think of a polite way to continue the conversation, but it’s more difficult of a task than anticipated.

“What are you wanting from me, Minho?” Kibum asks. There’s no anger in his voice, but there is fear.

“I want to be your friend. You look lost, reminiscent of the boys I volunteer with, and I want to make things easier for you if I can. But also because I want a friend too.”

“Weren’t we just with your friends?”

“Yes, but it’s not as simple as that.”

“Oh. Well, I think I’d like to be friends with you. When I’m more sober I mean.”

“Do you have a pen and paper?” Kibum tilts his head as if he’s going to ask why, but gets up and finds an envelope and a marker.

“Thank you for inviting me out tonight. It’s the first time I’ve ever gone somewhere with a friend.”

“You’re welcome, I hope you enjoyed it. I’m going to go home now, if you’re all good.”

Kibum nods and walks Minho to the door, shyly waving a goodbye. As Minho leaves the building, his phone buzzes.

Unknown: this isnt a fak numbr right?

Minho: kibum?

Kibum: ye! I was just testing

Kibum: let me no when u home

Minho: home safe

Kibum: ok. Ill let u no if im hungover tomrow.

#teacher au #i got lazy at the end im sorry #but #its goin places so #fingerguns #minkey #mari apparently writes things #mari made a post

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And The AWRD Goes To... (Part 54)

Akko could finally use the mind palace machine later that day, and the sound of cranking, pedaling, and whirring quickly became a constant presence in AWRD’s dorm room, like their studying for their exams on Thursday and Friday had been given a soundtrack.

Whether it was going over their notes, old quizzes, and mock tests they’d borrowed from Blake, Lotte, and the rest of the student tutors; planning and practicing for the practical projects like for Gen-Mech; or even the rapid ramping up of their recovery training, there was scarcely a free moment in their schedules.

However, they unanimously agreed that Wednesday evening would be free for all of them, and Ruby and Weiss took that opportunity to go down to the city with their siblings for dinner.

“You guys are really going all out for this, aren’t you?” Yang asked, reaching into the steamer basket in front of them for another steamed bun.

“Mhmm!” Ruby replied as she munched on the one in her hands. She swallowed, and continued, “Gotta get those good grades so we can focus on the Tsukimi Festival! It’s gonna be really bad for the plan if we have to do the really intense extra credit work, like with your team.

“How’s your week off going so far, anyway?” she asked, before she swallowed the last of her bun.

“Amazing, and it’s actually gotten even better!” Yang said, smiling as she peeled off the paper underside of her bun. “Dr. Freya’s just up and decided to give us an extra two days off!”

“That’s great!” Ruby said, still chewing. “Changed your plans any?”

“Oh, you bet your ass we have! Whole thing’s still starting right after exams Friday afternoon, but now ends early Wednesday morning!” Yang explained before she ripped the top off a sauce packet with her teeth. “It may just be two weeknights, but it’s going to be two weeknights where we can decide how the hell we’re going to spend them, and we are going to make them count!

“You or any of your teammates want in?” she asked as she poured a generous heaping of spicy sauce on to her bun. “Sucy’s coming with us this time, now that she can leave campus and all, but I promise I won’t let her try any freaky experiments on any of you—just keep a very close eye on your drinks, she’s like a ninja,” she said before she bit into her food.

“Oh, I’d love to, but we’re going straight back to the plans for the Festival right after exams—Diana and Weiss made synced up schedules and alerts for our scrolls, and everything,” Ruby said as she reached for the basket again.

“Aww, c’mon, Ruby, I know it’s important and all, but you gotta fit in some fun time in there!” Yang said through a mouthful of food.

“We already are!” Ruby replied as she peeled off the bottom. “We’re actually going out to dinner at the Bakunawa on Friday, because they want us to give our opinion on the new Festival menu—so business and pleasure!”

“Oooh, sounds fun!” Yang swallowed. “Any chance we can get in on that? We need a new hangout since we’re still can’t afford to buy our way back to the Shitty Bar.”

“Sorry, it’s a negative, not unless you’re willing to fork up the Lien like any other customer,” Ruby said as she poured sweet sauce on her bun. “We’re only eating free because we’re helping for the Festival, and Weiss and Akko both say that Aqua’s uncle Jun-Jun is SUPER strict about who gets free food and discounts.”

“Ah, well, at least I get to hang out with my little sister again!” Yang said, roping her arm around Ruby’s shoulders and pulling her in close. “Been way too long since we’ve done this last...”

“Well, to be fair, the world does seem to be incredibly intent on either killing you and your team, or drowning you in work, which has made scheduling difficult,” Whitley said as he and Weiss had dinner in a different restaurant. “There’s also the fact that we’re going to two different schools now, and you’re not living at home any longer.”

“Fair points,” Weiss said as she poked another cube of meat on her skewer, dipped it into the pot of boiling broth between them. “How is life in Sanctum, anyway? We haven’t really had much time to discuss, well, anything about you.”

“That’s mostly because my school year has been infinitely more boring and tedious than yours,” Whitley replied, casually pointing his empty skewer at Weiss.

“Oh, c’mon, Whitley, something interesting has to have happened in your life.”

“Not if it isn’t related to you, Akko, or the Shiny Rod,” Whitley replied. “I assure you, life in Sanctum is still just the same old teenage angst bullshit with legally sanctioned death matches that you and Akko have finally escaped,” he said as he looked at the remaining selection of bite-sized food in front of him.

Weiss nodded. “Speaking of which: are you doing alright now that we’re not around?”

“I’m… managing, I suppose...” Whitley replied as he slowly skewered a piece of potato.

Weiss frowned. “Define ‘managing,’ please,” she said as she fished out her meat, let it drain over the pot before she brought it over her plate.

“I’m attending all my classes,” Whitley started as he dipped his food into the broth. “I’m doing well in them for the most part, save for PE, but that’s always something of an inevitability. And of course, BCT continues to be the bane of my existence, except on the rare occasion when I do get a team or a partner that understands the concepts of ‘semblance exhaustion,’ ‘protect your support’ and ‘for fuck’s sake, get out of the way!’”

Weiss chuckled. “Met up with your old friends? Made any new ones?” she asked as she put her food to her mouth.

“… Kind of, and kind of...” Whitley replied, his eyes keenly on the end of his skewer and the bubbles rising from the broth.

Weiss stopped, and frowned. “What do you mean by that?” she asked as she put her skewer down on her plate.

Whitley pulled his potato out. “Well, with the old friend situation, we’ve recently realized you and Akko more than just the people that introduced us to each other, you two were kind of the reason we even hung out with each other and/or tolerated the other’s presence.

“With the new friend situation… it’s been… complicated.”

Weiss face softened. “Whitley...” she said as she reached out to him.

Whitley pulled his hand back. “Look, Weiss, please don’t worry; I’ll figure out something on my own eventually. That’s what this whole year is for us, isn’t it? Learning how to be independent?” he asked before he put his potato into his mouth.

“Yes, but being independent doesn’t mean you suddenly can’t, or shouldn’t rely on others...” Weiss said as she pulled her hand back. “Do you need help? Someone to talk to about it?”

Whitley shook his head. He swallowed, and said, “I appreciate the concern, Weiss, but I want to do this by myself a little longer, and I don’t want to talk about it—not right now.”

Weiss looked at him in concern, before she reluctantly nodded. “Good luck with that, then.”

“Thanks,” Whitley said quietly. He gave Weiss a warm look. “I mean it, honestly.”

Weiss smiled. “You’re welcome, Whitley,” she said, before they both returned to their food.

“So, the new Starlight Crusaders spin-off was released last week,” Whitley said as he skewered a chunk of meat this time. “You been able to watch it, by any chance?”

“No, haven’t had the time,” Weiss said as she pondered her choices. “Have you?”

Whitley nodded. “I have; the animation is still solid thanks to Lucidity doing it, but of course, Bhatt still wrote it, so I wouldn’t recommend it to you.” he said as he dipped his food into the pot.

“Ugh, I still don’t get what you see in them, Whitley,” Weiss said as she speared a chunk of carrot. “Black Hole was an absolute mess, and Centauri somehow made it even worse!”

“Bhatt has potential, Weiss!” Whitley complained.

“I’ll agree on that, but I still think the studio should be throwing all that money, resources, and good will with the fanbase on someone that can actually produce something actually good on its own, rather than with the extended universe media!

“Just admit it, Whitley, Bhatt should just go back to the indie scene or smaller studios; they had their chance in the spotlight, and they face planted not once, but twice in a row!”

And so the two siblings continued to argue, shouting and throwing points and counterpoints, until the hour grew late, and it was time for them all to head back to Haven.

“… And what do scholars generally agree doomed the state of Archaea?” Diana asked, holding a mock exam in her hands.

“In-fighting,” Akko muttered as she had her face flat on her desk, the top half of the mind palace machine pushed away as far as possible. “All the factions in the city finally got fed up and decided to go to all out war in the middle of winter when the grain started to run out.”

“Correct, but be more detailed, Akko; try and give me the names of at least three of those groups.”

Akko groaned. “Let’s see… there was the ruling class, the ‘Fortunata,’ the uh, the nationalist ‘Builder’ guys, and uh, the local mafia.”

“Who called themselves…?”

“The uh… the…?” Akko groaned. “I give up...”

“Ouroboros, Akko,” Diana said, “they called themselves the Ouroboros, as their philosophy was that man taking advantage of their fellow man was an inevitability, like death for everything that has ever lived.”

“Uuroobooroos, got it...” Akko muttered.

The lock to their door beeped, and was carefully pushed open. Weiss and Ruby paused for a moment as they noticed the overhead light was still on, before they stepped in. “Hey guys!” Ruby said, waving.

“You two are still up?” Weiss said.

“I don’t feel yet adequately prepared for exams,” Diana replied.

“And I’ve been waiting for you guys to get back...” Akko said, still face-down on her desk.

Weiss smiled. “Wanted to give a rousing speech to the team before exams?”

“No, I need someone to drag me to bed ‘cause my legs and arms are dead from all the studying I’ve been doing...” Akko muttered.

“I would have done it myself, but you all know how well that went last time...” Diana muttered, blushing.

“I’ve got it!” Ruby said, before she dragged Akko out of her chair and into her futon; they didn’t end up in the most dignified positions, but Akko was fast asleep as soon as her head hit the pillow, and Ruby easily untangled herself from her.

“Not going to bed yet either, Weiss?” Ruby asked as she saw her sitting down at her desk.

“Yes,” Weiss replied as she pulled out one of her binders. “Before sleeping is the best time to learn, anything, after all!”

“Well don’t stay up too late!” Ruby headed to their closet, and started changing into her pajamas. “All that studying’s going to be useless if you fall asleep on your answer sheet.”

“Fret not, Ruby, we’re still well prepared for that,” Diana said, gesturing to two thermoses full of moon bloom or black moss.

“Can’t hurt to have a reminder or two!” Ruby chirped as she passed by them again on her way to her futon. “Good night, guys.”

“Good night, Ruby.” Weiss and Diana replied, before they shut off the main light and turned on their desk lamps.

They continued to read and quietly quiz each for an hour more, until their scrolls both locked and started vibrating, a cartoonish representation of Freya’s face scowling at them and telling them to go to sleep.

Diana chuckled. “Your grandparents were really involved in your studies, weren’t they?”

“That they were,” Weiss said, pressing the button labeled ‘Yes, Grandma!’ before she got up from her desk, and stretched. “You feeling ready now, Diana?”

“Not even close,” Diana replied as she neatly put away her things. “Then again, my idea of being ready for exams is to have studied and prepared for them daily since the first day of each grading period, and, well, life hasn’t been very accommodating to that recently.

“Speaking of which, can I ask you a question, Weiss?”

“Sure, what is it?”

“How have you survived all of the events of this month, and still be able to function this well?” Diana asked. “I mean, we’ve all suffered in one way or the other, but you’ve had objectively the worst time out of all four of us, as if some sadistic deity was targeting you specifically, and we were simply victimized by associtaion.”

Weiss shrugged. “Eh, I guess it’s a Schnee thing: the universe just seems to have it in for us both ways of the spectrum.” She looked over at the peacefully sleeping Akko. “Though, having a friend like Akko helpst, even if she did cause problems almost as much as she solved them.

“Why do you ask? Worried you can’t take much more?”

“No, not at all,” Diana said. “It’s just that that the events of this month are quickly becoming on par to some of the worst years I’ve faced, and it’s… well, it’s noteworthy, I suppose.”

Weiss smiled and touched Diana on the shoulder. “We’ll just make sure to pack lots of umbrellas from her on out.”

“Pardon?” Diana asked.

“It was my grandpa’s polite way of saying ‘Be prepared for future shitstorms,’” Weiss explained. “He couldn’t use the original for interviews little kids were watching, after all.”

Diana chuckled. “I see…”

5AM Thursday morning, Weiss didn’t wake up as usual, exhausted from last night.

5:30 AM, the alarm Akko set in her scroll activated.

“AKKO! WEISS!” Freya’s voice screeched. “WAKE UP! IT’S EXAM DAY!”

Akko and Weiss woke up screaming, bolting out of their futons. Diana and Ruby were jolted awake, sat up in their beds and watched as Weiss and Akko zipped about their room, rushing through their morning routines, ready to go in little less than a minute.

“Wow, you guys really weren’t kidding when you said this’d get you ready in no time at all, huh?” Ruby said as she climbed out of her futon.

Akko and Weiss both nodded, leaning on their desks as they waited for their heart rates back down to reasonable levels. Ruby and Diana went through their morning routine at relatively slower pace, and soon, they were standing before their door and ready to go.

“Team AWRD to exams?” Akko asked, raising the arm not holding a cup of black moss tea.

“To exams!” the rest cried, before they joined the droves of students filing out the dorms, and to wherever their exams were.

They headed to massive halls lined to the brim with desks; they got up on stages and before their proctors and peers; they carved out a spot for themselves in massive open areas they shared with dozens of other teams.

Pens, erasers, scratch papers, and pencils were used up, lent, broken, or lost in the blitz; presentations were given and questions were thrown back at them; machines were examined, repaired, or taken apart then put back together again.

Akko sweated and panicked at the blank spaces and pages on her test papers. Ruby flubbed a question that was far from any of the ones they’d rehearsed for. Diana got her fingers stuck in their “Useless Machine” project for Gen-Mech, Weiss was hit in the face with a wayward nut in her attempts to free her.

But still, they survived each their exams, if not feeling confident that they’d aced it, then at least that they had passed, or hadn’t failed that badly.

Finally, 6 PM Friday night, down in a tent in lower Mistral, team AWRD’s exams were finally over, Ruby pulling off her headset and waving at her teammates as they victoriously rode in on the back of a rickshaw, waving three digital trackers in their hands, their lights glowing bright green.

“Great job, AWRD!” Professor Nelson said as they turned the devices in, Akko signed the equipment sheet. “Maybe you four didn’t even need that handicap, with how fast you got this done anyway!”

“It really rather helped that Ruby knew so many shortcuts,” Weiss said. “Even if some of them were a little… out-of-the-way.”

Nelson chuckled. “I’ve noticed, but like I said, so long as we don’t get any reports of trespassing or anything else illegal, go for it. Anyway, you four are free to go; feel free to take the rickshaws back to the elevator, or wherever else they can take you—school’s got them paid for the next hour, anyway.

“See you on Tuesday, AWRD!”

The team bade her farewell, before they all climbed into the rickshaw, and they were off to the Bakunawa to celebrate.

Note: I know I've said this before, but feedback really means a lot to me. Anything from a short "Good chapter" or a little comment on what you liked or didn't like would be really appreciated.

Next chapter's going to be team AWRD's double-date night team bonding dinner.

#dianakko #white rose #rwby #little witch academia #and the awrd goes to #fanfic

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