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call-me-aesthetic · 3 years ago

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If Twisted Wonderland was an American Public School

WARNING: There are some slight sensitive topics that are featured in here! Reader discretion is advised!

Part 2 can be found here

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Riddle Rosehearts:

- That one preppy girl who takes all honors and AP classes 😑

- Wants everyone to know that he’s becoming a doctor one day for his strict parents or he’ll dishonor the family

- Reminds the teacher about homework, knowing well that he’ll get slander for it

- Complains about how he got a 90 on his test or a B on his report card, a try hard much?

- Wears a cardigan with thicc but cute glasses since he’s one of those people with can’t see shit on the board so he has to move to the front of the class

Ace Trappola:

- The SoundCloud rapper, that’s it

- “Wanna listen to my mixtape? It’s pretty fire, my guy.” 😩🔥

- You will not miss him BLASTING out some song on his Bluetooth speaker, that shit be echoing through the hallways

- Tells you to stop what you’re doing only for him to either sing horribly or do a backflip, thinking that he’s so cool

- Wears a Supreme jacket with AirPods and waves on his head

Deuce Spade:

- Assuming that he’s still a delinquent, he’s that kid with the most fucked up school record

- Not much of a bully but will still talk shit to your face without caring, might even throw stuff at you during a lesson and you would be the one getting in trouble instead of him 🗿

- If he ever gets mad, it would be overdramatic like kicking the desks, punching the lockers, or walking out of the classroom unannounced and everyone would look at each other wondering wtf happened

- Covers the entire desks with drawings of skulls and those “s” if you know what I mean

- Wears Champion hoodies, wants you to know that he’s broke and rich at the same time

Trey Clover:

- The guy that’s not really popular but everyone knows him since he’s in all their classes

- Most people might have a crush on him because he’s REALLY nice 😳👉👈

- Gives off “older brother” vibes based on the way he looks and acts, like offering you a ride home if you beg ask nicely

- Secretly bakes creme brulee but doesn’t want to mess with the flow so he sticks to the status quo

- Wears the school’s hoodie just because he thinks it looks good on him, and the fact that he doesn’t know what else to wear

Cater Diamond:

- Hot Cheetos girl 🥵

- Has a whole buffet of food in his backpack and will not hesitate to eat them during a lesson, no sharing either sorry

- Excuses himself to the bathroom or full on skips class just to film a Tiktok

- Has about 100 followers on Instagram Magicam and brags about how he’s famous

- Wears a Thrasher hoodie with large hoop earrings and his hair in a bun

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Leona Kingscholar:

- The kid who flunked their freshman year that also sort of vibes with new classmates

- Always gets mistaken as a teacher by people since he looks and sounds old

- Knows the lessons but still fails them anyways, didn’t really give a damn either 🙄

- Captain of every sports club you can think of, never actually plays but has a lot of knowledge on them

- Wears the school’s letterman from years ago since it used to be his brother’s and that he’s too lazy to buy a new one

Ruggie Bucchi:

- That one kid who NEVER has money for the book fair or any other school event

- Always has to ask his classmates for some cash

- If he somehow does, then he’s one of those kids who buys Diary of the Wimpy Kid or the World Record books

- If he’s feeling cheap, he’ll buy the “cool stuff” like the chocolate scented calculator or fruit snacks 😭

- Wears oversized hoodies and basketball shorts that are clearly hand-me-downs

Jack Howl:

- That one athletic kid who’s both scary good and competitive when it comes to school games like football or soccer

- Literally the best player on his team and without him, they’re trash as hell 💀

- Tries his absolute best to support his teammates without yelling at them for how dumb they are

- “KICK THE FUCKING BALL! DO YOUR LEGS EVEN WORK?!”

- Wears the school’s jersey just to show off his “school spirit”

Octavinelle

Azul Ashengrotto:

- The kid who sell snacks for “charity” but everyone knows he’s keeping the money to himself

- If you don’t have cash or try to negotiate with him, the only thing he’ll do is raise the price up

- “What do you mean you don’t have ten bucks? I can see it in your pocket.”

- Just bring nothing with you, he’ll doing anything to steal your stuff 🤭

- Wears a collar shirt with a tie and khakis that have pockets to keep his glasses and money in

Jade Leech:

- The kid who puts on a goody two shoes facade but is actually a stoner

- Only does “safe” drugs like vape but occasionally smokes weed, mostly in the bathroom or behind the school 🌬

- Can play it off and hide the scent when he’s high, teachers never suspect anything from him

- No one really cares to stop him unless he gets caught or something idk

- Wears clothing that either makes him look like a businessman or a junky, there’s nothing in between

Floyd Leech:

- The kid that’s plays basketball or volleyball just because he’s hella tall, and is actually good at the sports but doesn’t put much effort into them

- Always stays behind after gym, even though the teacher tries to make him leave for his next class 😬

- “I swear after this one shot, I’ll go to class.” *He never made that shot*

- Will jump you no matter who or where you are, and will get angry if you step on his new shoes

- Wears the jersey of any famous team with the latest pair of Jordan sneakers

Scarabia

Kalim Al Asim:

- VSCO girl at best, don’t lie to me now 🤡

- The only words he knows are “And I oop– sksksk.” and “Save the turtles.”

- Walks during a track meet while everyone else is running and sweating hard, the teacher doesn’t care either

- Doesn’t really do anything in gym but talks to his classmates and stands near the water fountain to refill his Hydro flask

- Wears tie dye shirts with cute scrunchies

Jamil Viper:

- That one quiet kid who everybody thinks is a serial killer but he’s actually not, I swear

- He just wants school to be over and spend the rest of his summer relaxing 😔

- Although he shouldn’t abuse his “power,” he‘ll move his hands in his pockets or backpack to make it look like he’s about to pull a weapon out.

- “Chill, I’m just grabbing a pencil.” *Everyone in the class started crying*

- Wears dark colored hoodies that intimidates people but are actually comfy

Pomefiore

Vil Schoenheit:

- The baddie popular girl 😌💅✨

- Arrives to school late with a Starbucks in hand from his local Target

- Fixes himself every 5 seconds like reapplying his lipgloss or spraying Bath and Body Works cherry blossom perfume

- Uses acrylic nails and long hair extensions as weapons during a cat fight

- Wears a crop top with ripped jeans and those clout sunglasses

Rook Hunt:

- That creepy guy in the hallways who tries to get your attention, even if you don’t know him

- Scares people when he says, “Ayo, where my hug at?” 🥶💯

- Uses at least 10 cans of Axe body spray a week after gym class, which stinks up the locker rooms

- Waves at you if he passes your class, even walking into the room just to say hi

- Wears literally anything but always include a hat

Epel Felmier:

- The artist girl who just wants to be alone 🧑‍🎨

- Purposely draws in front of you but pretends like you’re not looking

- If you complement him, he’ll just brush it off and proceeds to diss himself

- “Thanks but I’m not THAT good at drawing, teehee.” *Insert Radio Rebel face*

- Wears a hoodie or a cardigan with big pockets to put his art supplies in

Ignihyde

Idia Shroud:

- I don’t even need to tell you who he is, y’all already know ahaha 🥴

- Sneaks a whole PlayStation in his backpack so he can play with it during lunch

- Is on his phone 24/7 even in class to the point where teachers don’t care anymore

- Tries to get people into anime but only to little success

- Wears a shirt of any anime character or that damn ahegao hoodie, girl bye

Ortho Shroud:

- The nerdy kid who’s known for destroying others at many games

- Plays classics like D&D, Yugioh, Pokémon, the whole shabang

- Daily Beyblade battles during recess with everyone surrounding him, the menacing aura radiates off of him

- Will steal your things if you lose to him but gives it back a week later cuz he’s sweet 🥰

- Wears light up Sketchers shoes and those Minecraft shirts you find at Old Navy

Diasomnia

Malleus Draconia:

- The theatre kid who also goes to band practice, change my mind 👁👄👁

- Takes his role seriously when it comes to school plays and concerts, even if he gets casted as a damn tree or doesn’t go solo

- Remembers the songs and their lyrics to any musical you name, a really good singer at that too

- Plays almost every instrument, you definitely know this since you can hear him down the hallways during a test

- Wears a white button up shirt, black pants with fancy dress shoes, and top it all off with a fricking Rolex watch

Lilia Vanrouge:

- The weird guy who pranks people and vandalizes school property in every way possible

- If you ever get a textbook with a message that tells you to go to a certain page only for you to found a picture of a dick, yeah that was him 😒

- When using a Chromebook, he’ll leave a tab open on YouTube so when the next person uses it, pray that your ears will still work by tomorrow

- During lunch, he is a literal DEMON that mixes milk with chicken nuggets together and having the audacity to eat it too

- Wears an oversized raincoat or a windbreaker but idk wtf kind of things he has hiding underneath

Silver:

- That guy in class who consumes Monster energy drinks and falls asleep 99% of the time but somehow manages to pass the class 🤷

- Whenever he’s awake, he’ll talk to the teachers since he’s basically friends with them for some reason

- Writes his name out of boredom on any desk you sit on but in different places, sometimes around the corners or the sides

- Has a sixth sense because he’ll wake up if you try to draw on his face and if you did get something on him, it’s on sight

- Wears those colorful hoodies that zips all the way up to cover his face with a matching backpack, it’s pretty cool ngl

Sebek Zigvolt:

- That kid who literally knows everything about historical wars and will show it off during class

- Also has knowledge on weaponry, which has people questioning him but he’s just very dedicated on serving his country and people

- Knows how to fight and defend himself from a bitch since he spent his summer at a military boot camp, put respect on my man’s name 😤

- Honestly a great partner for a group project, actually does the given work but not the whole thing for you

- Wears anything that has camo pattern and chunky combat boots

I only made this because me and my friends were talking about our school memories so yeah. This is based from my experience so they might not be exactly accurate. Might even be a part two if you want.

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hello-everyfandom · 4 years ago

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“Sirius loves all the attention,”

Warnings: Mentions of violence, angst

Pairing: Sirius Black x Reader

Words: 1.7k

Summary: James Potter’s sister, Y/N, opens the front door to find Sirius Black covered in blood and bruises.

Part Two “Everything between us is a moment”

(Angst! Send in requests please!!!)

“Y/N, dear, set the table, will you?” your mother called from the kitchen door, you groaned and stood up from the living room couch.

“Why does James never have to set the table?” you whined,

“The answer is obvious,” James smirked as you looked at him with annoyance in your eyes, “I’m the favorite,” your brother shrugged innocently. You thumped him on the back of the head with your book earning an “Oi” in response.

“More like a big baby,” you huffed and began to set the table with four plates.

“Dinner is ready, dear!” your mother rang to your father who folded his newspaper and placed a kiss on your mother’s plump cheek.

“Gross,” James complained as he plopped down in the dining room chair.

“Just because you don’t understand the circumstances and actuality of love and are too dimwitted to treat Lily Evans like a human doesn’t mean you can judge other’s on how they express affection,” you teased,

“Just because you don’t understand the circumstances of blah-di-blah-di blah,” James mimicked you in a high pitched, overdramatized voice.

“Will you stop acting like a child?” you hissed,

“Will you stop acting like a child?” James mimicked back. You turned to your mother exasperated,

“Mum, can you please tell James to stop making fun of me,”

“Mum, can you please tell James to stop making fun of me, boo-boo blah blah- blah.”

Your father rubbed his forehead and your mother rolled her eyes and smiled at her children,

“James, I swear to merlin if you don’t stop,”

You mimicked his voice back, creasing your eyebrows and pouting your lips, “I’m James Potter, I’m a right prat who can never get a girlfriend because I’m too in love with my own face,”

James leaned towards you and flipped his nonexistent long hair, “I’m Y/N, I love to correct people and take the fun out of everything because I’m a lonely know-it-all and nothing else brings me joy,”

The two of you sneered at each other and turned to your helpless mother again, “Mum!” you begged her to be on your side of the argument,

“Ah yes, Fleamont, ‘let’s have children, better yet, let’s have two,’” your mother sighed and shook her head comically, placing her hand on her husband’s shoulder to hold.

“I never said it would be easy, darling,” he replied.

“Stop it, James, shove off!” You pushed his forearm so you could make room for yourself,

“Stop it, James!” He mimicked again,

“I mean it, you nitwit, stop it.”

“Stop it!” James heightened his voice. In the distance, beyond your anger and annoyance for James, you heard a thump at the door. No one else seemed to notice it. Your mother had just poured herself a glass of water and your father was asking what was for supper. But, you heard the soft knock at the door.

“Is someone...? Seriously James, stop it.” you shoved him again,

“Seriously, James, stop it,” you attempted to listen for the knock again, concentrating and narrowing your eyes.

“Mum, are we expecting anyon- James!” you growled and slapped James’ bicep, “shut up!” you focused on the sound,

“Shut up!” James whined,

“No, seriously James. Shut the hell up!” Your mother was about to scold you when the entire Potter family heard the loud fist-sized thumps at the door. You stood up, sending James a glare for being a bloody idiot and paced towards the door. You flung open the front door expecting to see perhaps a mailman or your neighbor who had lost her kitten once again. You, however, did not expect to see Sirius Black, bloodied and bruised, and nearly unconscious leaning on your front door frame. You gasped loudly and quickly placed yourself under his armpit to support him,

“James!” you called, “Mum, grab the plasters, James, come help me.” James turned quickly at your gasp and sprung up making his chair fall back.

“Sirius!” he yelled, racing towards you and helping you carry Sirius in from the evening rain. The two of you laid your best friend on the living room couch, searching for his wounds, not minding the blood on your hands. Your father retrieved his wand and began to attempt to heal Sirius’ deep wounds resulting in him shutting his eyes and wincing. His eyes were squeezed shut and he bit his lip as his forehead creased in pain. His shirt was ripped and you could make out the scratches and burns on his side.

“What do we do?” you asked James, you could see your elder brother was scared but he squeezed your hand tightly and turned his eyes towards Sirius,

“He’ll be okay,” James’ hoped. Sirius’ eyes flung open and stared at the Potter family. He began stuttering, frightened and out of control,

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to- I’m sorry.”

“It’s alright. ‘m boy, calm down,” your father tried to reassure him, placing a hand on his shoulder, “lay still, the wounds are still deep,”

“Is he alright?” Your mother hurried in, bandages in one hand and her wand in the other as well as a towel, she put a loving hand on his forehead and rubbed the towel in order to gain some warmth into him. You’ve never seen Sirius so distraught, so vulnerable. His eyes were terrified and he continued to fidget on the couch. Your chest dropped, seeing him like this made you want to throw plates and glass at the wall.

“I’m sorry-” Sirius cried in pain and embarrassment, “I- he, James, James said if it were ever too much, to- to come here, but I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to, but I-” Sirius cried out again making you grip James’ arm.

Your father glanced worriedly at your mother and said, “Son, calm down. It’s quite alright, we’re glad you’re here where you’re safe.” he turned to his two children and said, “children, quickly, leave us be with Sirius. Your mother and I must ask him some questions. Run the kettle,” and hurried you two out of the living room and into the kitchen.

“What happened to him?” you asked your brother, attempting to shake the fear from your face and placing the kettle on the stove.

“I-” James began, combing his fingers through his messy hair, “It was his god-awful family, I presume.”

You gasped and shook your head, “they did that to him?” you said, angrily.

“I believe so.”

“And you told him he could come here if it-”

James nodded, “If it ever became too much.”

The two of you peeked out from the kitchen door to see your father sitting next to Sirius, a solemn and serious look on his face. Your mother stood, a tear down her face as Sirius whispered to him what had happened to him at Grimmauld Place.

“I want to kill them,”

“Me too,” James agreed.

“I’m scared,” you admitted to your older brother, he turned and wrapped his brotherly arms around you. The pair of you instantly forgot your insignificant quarrel from earlier and focused solely on Sirius.

“Me too. But for Sirius’ sake, we need to be brave,”

Your father approached the kitchen whilst your mother tended to Sirius on the couch, he looked at the two of his beloved children and said, “Sirius is to stay here for the remainder of the summer. He will not be going back to his home. I will send a letter to his mother at once, but there is no way in hell that boy is going back.” James hugged his father instantly before opening the kitchen door and disappearing to see his best friend. You looked at your father, who removed his glasses and rubbed his eyes,

“What happened, dad?” your voice was quiet, afraid to know the answer.

Fleamont Potter shook his head and placed his glasses back on, he pulled you in for a close hug and kissed the top of your head. He was thankful to have you and James in such healthy conditions. “Let’s not talk about it, child. Everything will be okay. Go on and be with your friend,” you kissed your father on the cheek before sneaking into the living room. Your mother saw you as she was leaving and placed a kind hand on your arm before retreating into the kitchen, most likely to talk to your father.

You watched James pull up a chair next to Sirius, two brothers with a stronger bond known to man.

“Y’know, mate, if you wanted to see me this bad, you didn’t have to have such the dramatic entrance,” James’ joked making Sirius grin,

“You think I wanted to come here? Blimey, no. The inn across town wouldn’t take me, so I thought I’d come to the Potters.” James laughed and shoved Sirius,

“I’m glad you’re alright,” James said seriously,

“Don’t go all sappy on me, Prongs. Only a couple cuts and bruises,”

“Yes, James, don’t go all sappy on him.” You emerged from the shadows and sat on the edge of the couch Sirius was lying on, “Sirius loves all the attention,”

“Only from you,” even though Sirius was in immense emotional and physical pain, he still found the energy to make you blush.

“Mate, you’ve only been here for a minute and you’re already acting dodgy towards my sister.” The three of you laughed,

“James, can you help bring the tea in?” your mother asked from the kitchen, James stood with no argument and left for the kitchen. Sirius closed his eyes and leaned his head on the back of the couch. You couldn’t help but stare, his face, though had a bruise and a split lip, was still as handsome as the day you first saw him.

“I can feel you staring at me, darling,” Sirius opened one eye to peer at you,

“How could I not, you look like shit,” you shot back. Sirius’ eyes were amused before taking hold of your hand in his,

“I’m alright, y’know,”

“I know.” you placed a smile on your face that quickly faded away, “but unfortunately, you have to room with James and we both know he snores.”

Sirius shrugged, “if I can live with him at Hogwarts, I can live with him here,” Sirius squeezed your hand again before kissing your knuckles, “and I certainly don’t mind living with you,”

“I’ll only say it once this summer,” James warned whilst carrying out a tray of tea and biscuits, “hands off my sister.”

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yandere-daydreams · 4 years ago

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Ngl, the chapter 16 scene with Mammon and MC. Poor boy is probably still messed up after that. How could he be okay, after seeing his love die in front of his eyes? He’d probably be so protective afterwards, and I’m living for that. Thoughts on it? 👀

He’s so sweet, isn’t he? It’s a shame he can be so… /overdramatic/, sometimes. At least he’s trying to be considerate, though. That’s more than you can say for most of his brothers.

Title: Change.

TW: Non-Graphic Violence and Unhealthy Relationships.

Mammon really couldn’t change the way he was.

You could say that about all of the brothers, you guessed. Satan couldn’t help but hold a grudge, Beelzebub didn’t have a chance of controlling himself if he was hungry, and Mammon had to be greedy, when it came to you. He hoarded your time instinctually, not on purpose. He treated you like a treasure to be safe-guarded because that was how he showed affection, he didn’t think you’d be stolen away if you weren’t locked up. And, when his selfishness mixed with all of his other, more human emotions, he couldn’t stop it from becoming something ugly. You knew it wasn’t his fault, and you did try to be patient, but…

It was hard to be kind, when he was so painfully unaware of his own motivations.

The way he acted didn’t help, either.

“I just don’t see why you gotta blow me off to talk to him,” He complained, his tone only an octave or two below a whine. It was the third time he’d brought your new companionship up, and hopefully, it’d be the third time he dropped it in favor of pouting as you fled to find a more hospitable environment. Currently, he was in the early stages of his tantrum, a thin scowl pulled across his lips as he clung to your waist, his head resting on your shoulder and his body sprawled out over your bed, the boy kicking occasionally but only apologizing when his foot collided with yours. Usually, he wasn’t one for physical affection, not beyond a squeeze to your hand or peck to the corner of your mouth, but fear rendered him paranoid, desperate, eager to hold or be held or do whatever he thought would ease his mind. You were too used to it to object, opting instead to run your fingers through his hair and trace the wrinkles of his shirt, his jacket discarded for the sake of comfort. “It’s not like Belphie’s great company. I’ve been puttin’ up with him for centuries, you can’t pretend he is.”

“You’re being too harsh,” You countered, weakly, keeping your eyes closed and your focus on anything except the conversation at hand. “He’s sweet, once you give him a chance, and he really isn’t as bad as you think he is. You’re just jealous, and you’re trying to cover that up by acting all huffy.”

“I am not huffy,” He huffed, an overdone exhale swiftly turning into a sigh, once he realized what he was doing. Slowly, he pushed himself up, coming to hover over you on steady arms. His scowl softened as you opened your eyes, meeting his with a sympathetic silence, but it only turned into a light frown, one that prioritized worry over everything else. Somehow, it was no less concerning than his previous expression. “I don’t have to trust him. A month ago, he was locked in the attic because he wanted to kill humans. That’s you, dumbass, you’re human.” He paused, shaking his head before he went on. “He could be planning something. You’re just bein’ too nice to see it.”

“And you’re being unreasonable.” It was your turn to sit up, this time, pushing yourself against the headboard and crossing your arms in an effort to maintain your dignity. Your pursuit was only somewhat successful, considering the demon still in your lap, but it was enough to let him know you could stand up, rather than continue to let him tower over you. It was enough to let him know you could leave, if you wanted to. “He was imprisoned, Mammon. He was angry and he didn’t know what he was doing. He’s trying to improve, now, but you have to let him try. You can’t write him off just because he did something he regrets.” You pursed your lips, a declaration quickly turning into a frustrated mumble. “It’s not like you can judge him for doing something short-sighted and irrational, anyway.”

There was a glower, a half-repressed glare. Mammon bared his teeth, canines exposed just enough to hint at a threat. “You don’t get to--”

“You don’t get to tell me what I'm not allowed to do,” You said, cutting him off and swinging your legs over the side of your bed, already moving to stand. “I trust Belphie. Even if I shouldn’t, I do. You would too, if you just let me show you how much he’s changed.”

Mammon’s response was delayed. You were already on your feet by the time it came, low and barely audible. “Demons don’t change.”

You grimaced, but you didn’t turn around. “They don’t?”

“They don’t.” Before you could take a step or process what he was saying or do anything, a hand was wrapped around your wrist, jerking you backward and throwing you off balance, pulling you back into the space you’d occupied a moment ago. You were too stunned to move, for a second, but not because of Mammon’s sudden show of strength. He’d… he’d changed, before you could notice, slipping into a Rage with little more than a growl and your neglect. Already, elongated, pointed talons were biting into your skin, scraping over the back of your hand before he took you by the collar, shoving you back into the mattress as soon as you tried to push yourself up. You weren’t sure why you’d bothered. In the blink of an eye, Mammon was already straddling your thighs, keeping you pinned down with his weight alone.

Well, his weight, and the threat of two rows of poised, razor-sharp fangs provided when they were only one more annoyance away from ripping out your throat.

“Demons don’t change,” He spat, leaning onto you, making it difficult to breathe. Leathery wings flared out behind him, his caution turning to aggression and his self-restraint following a similar route. He let go of your collar, but his hand only fell to your throat, his nails soon embedded in your neck, attempting to draw blood with the slightest hint of pressure. “We’re violent, and we’re dangerous and we’re bad, you can’t trust us. We don’t change, and you shouldn’t expect us to. You shouldn’t expect Belphie to.” He stopped, abruptly, his grip tightening just enough to draw your attention. “You don’t take us seriously, anymore.”

“I do!” The correction was too quick, too reflexive to be believable. You didn’t expect him to, and yet, you couldn’t seem to stop yourself. “I know, Mammon, but… you’re supposed to be the one protecting me, I can’t--”

He didn’t say anything. He narrowed his eyes, clicking his tongue and rendering you silent, frozen, paralyzed. Mammon straightened his back, pulling back but making no effort to let you go. Rather, you were left to squirm as his gaze pried into you, a small, careless grin slowly stretching across his lips. “You’re lyin’ to me,” He muttered, his stare never wavering.

“I think you need another demonstration, before I can believe you.”

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xxpadfootxx · 4 years ago

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🐾Since When Do Heroes Have Paws? Part 2/6 (Looks Don’t Define - TodoMomo)🐾

Summary: Todoroki & Yaoyorozu decide to go for an "uneventful" walk through town.

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The ten students who were all caught up in this mess met with their families right after class the next day just as Aizawa had explained to them so that they could talk about the current situation. That was where the students and their respective dogs learned that the police had finally found the perpetrator after he left a trail of people turning into dogs all over the city. He had been arrested and interrogated which revealed that the effects of his quirk were only temporary but would last at least a few days before they returned to normal. After learning that the quirk was not permanent and that the students who had been affected were not going to be harmed from the effects, all of the families, after some tense discussion, decided that their children were allowed to stay at the school with their friends for the break rather than going home to heal just so long as they were carefully monitored.

As soon as the meeting had ended and the families had gone home, Aizawa had pulled the ten students aside and explained that for convenience he was going to have Todoroki, Jirou, Tokoyami, Bakugo, and Midoriya continue to watch the dogs that they had already been keeping track of. He was met with zero resistance which had then prompted him to tell all of them to have fun over the break, to not fear taking the dogs outside based on what had happened to them. This had then led Todoroki to take Momo on a walk, her lack of personality starting to worry him. Todoroki now sauntered down the street, the shy, anxious Doberman Pinscher he knew to be Yaoyorozu following slowly behind him. The street was bustling with people and all of the shops were open to accompany them, flashy items and giant banners being waved in the faces of passersby to try and rope in a few customers. It was a little hectic but otherwise enjoyable, the bright colors and the sense of joy coming from the people around them putting Todoroki into a good mood.

The icy-hot teen glanced back to see that Momo was barely even looking at anything as they walked. She had her head down slightly and her eyes were downcast. His worry grew when they passed by a food stand and her nose did not even twitch. Making up his mind, Todoroki slowed down his pace so that he could stay beside the creative hero in training.

“Why don’t we go over this way where it is less crowded? I want to talk to you but it’s too busy over here.”

Momo looked up at him and then nodded slowly. Todoroki turned and began to walk away from the busy street toward an empty park area. He found a bench in the middle and made his way to it, settling down with a sigh once he reached it. Momo merely sat at his feet, her back hunched slightly as she continued to stare at the ground.

“Yaoyorozu, what’s wrong?” Todoroki asked after several minutes of silence from his friend. Momo couldn’t respond with words but she wasn’t making a move to show him with her body or movements either.

“Are you sick?”

She slowly shook her head.

“Tired?”

“Injured?”

“Nauseous?”

Yaoyorozu shook her head to all of these inquiries, leaving Todoroki slightly more frustrated and concerned.

“What is it Yaoyorozu? You’ve got to tell me, I know something is seriously wrong, you’ve never acted this dejected before.”

Momo was about to shake her head again when very suddenly, a small child ran up to her. Her ears perked up and her eyes widened slightly as the little boy trotted up to her, his little hands stretched out and a large smile brightening up his whole face which was shiny and plump in the sunlight. Momo’s short tail began to wag as the boy came up to her, his voice cheery and chipper as he called out, “Doggy!”

Todoroki watched with a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips as the boy came toward them, Momo’s mood instantly brightening. That is until the boy’s mother came around the corner. The woman looked normal enough, her face relaxed and smiling while she strolled through the sunlit park, but then she looked over to where her son was, and everything changed.

The little boy giggled as he reached out and patted Momo’s head, his chubby little fingers scrunching up the short, smooth fur on her head until she had a small patch on her head that was ruffled and mussed. Momo’s tail was wagging faster and her ears were raised happily as the boy played with her. Both Todoroki and Momo were so distracted by the little boy’s antics that they did not notice his mother approach them until she had ripped her son away from Momo with a small screech. Momo yelped in surprise and jumped back a little at the woman’s harsh actions, her eyes wide and her breathing rate raising slightly.

“Oh my god are you alright, my sweet angel? Did the big bad doggy hurt you anywhere?” The woman cooed at the boy in her arms, her eyes roving all over his body to make sure there was nothing wrong with him. Then she turned to Todoroki, who merely sat with an eyebrow raised at the woman’s actions.

“What do you think you are doing!?” The woman suddenly snapped at the reserved teen, her eyes glittering menacingly.

“What do you mean ma’am?” Todoroki asked as politely as possible, his cool demeanor not even budging a little at the woman’s outburst towards him.

“I mean, why the hell do you just have this dog loose? That thing should have some sort of muzzle at the least! It doesn’t even have a leash! You ought to be way more careful when you bring a dog breed that’s this dangerous to a public area,” the woman sneered, a small vein twitching on her forehead as she spoke.

“Oh, but Momo is the sweetest dog I’ve ever met,” Todoroki said politely but confidently, standing up from the bench and placing his hand on Momo’s shoulder. Momo sat quietly, half-hidden under the bench as she watched the conversation. Her heart still aching from the harsh words the woman had thrown at her. “I see no reason for her to have a muzzle at all, and the only thing she has done is sit here patiently and quietly by my side, she doesn’t need a leash,” Todoroki glared at the woman as he spoke, daring her to challenge him again.

The woman scoffed. “Are you serious? No matter how much you think this dog is able to be out and about, I know the truth! That dog is a Doberman Pinscher! They are seriously dangerous and are known for attacking people. I mean, even just now she was messing around with my little baby boy right in front of you! She’s dangerous and if you don’t cage her up then I’m going to call the authorities.”

Todoroki narrowed his eyes at the woman but decided that it was not worth the argument. If this woman called the police on him, Momo would most certainly be sent home and she would not be able to spend the rest of her break having fun with their friends. The icy-hot hero-in-training sighed and nodded.

“I apologize for the disruption, ma’am. I will take Momo home.”

“Good, see that you do!” the woman said with a sharp nod toward the exit gate of the park before turning on her heel and stomping away.

Todoroki sighed again before turning around and kneeling to face Momo directly. The poor dog had her ears pinned back sadly and her eyes were downcast again.

“That’s why you were sad earlier wasn’t it? You’ve been self-conscious about being turned into a breed of dog that most people associate with aggression, right?”

Momo didn’t answer for a minute but then glanced at Todoroki and nodded slowly.

“Oh, Yaoyorozu I’m so sorry. I didn’t even think about that. Um, if it means anything, I think being a Doberman makes you look pretty badass,” Todoroki said, slightly unsure of how to comfort her.

Momo’s eyes snapped up to meet his and her tail wagged just slightly. Todoroki chuckled to himself quietly.

“Sorry, I know that was cheesy but I’m not really good at the whole, comforting people thing,” he said.

Momo shook her head and nuzzled his hand, trying to tell him that it was okay and that she appreciated his effort.

“Y-Yeah,” Todoroki continued. “Um, that lady was just, stupid, she had no idea what she was talking about and she was being way too overdramatic about the whole thing. She is just one person, she’s not worth the trouble. Her son thought you were pretty cool.”

Momo’s tail wagged more and her eyes were glittering with laughter and happiness now. She nudged Todoroki’s side with her head slightly, closing her eyes and taking in his cool scent. He smelled like a frosty wildflower, a scent that made her happy and calm at the same time. Todoroki chuckled, sending small reverberations through her body. He lifted his hand and awkwardly stroked her fur, his fingers smoothing over the rough patch that the little boy had made on her head. After sitting like that for a little while, Momo moved away and Todoroki stood up from his kneeling position, his knees popping slightly as he moved.

“Alright, are you ready to head back?” Todoroki asked softly.

Momo nodded and moved to walk beside him this time rather than dejectedly behind him. She held her head up high and her tail swayed from side to side as she walked. The pair left through the exit gate and crossed the street, about to move back towards the school when Momo heard something. Her pointed right ear very suddenly swiveled backward and her head moved to follow that ear, turning to glance behind her.

“Yaoyorozu?” Todoroki asked, stopping a little way ahead of her once he had realized she was no longer walking beside him.

But Momo wasn’t listening. The sound that she had heard was the sound of a woman’s voice, the same woman that had called her aggressive, as she had tripped leading to a bunch of objects from her bag falling to the ground in a scattered pile. Momo watched as the woman dashed to pick up the objects until her eyes just slightly drifted to the left and caught sight of the bright yellow t-shirt the little boy was wearing. The sweet kid was walking away from his distracted mother, his hands out and his smile brightening his face once more. The boy had spotted something shiny on the ground and was moving down the crosswalk to fetch it. Momo continued to watch the boy, fascinated for some reason by the boy’s bright personality.

“Yaoyorozu? Is everything okay?” Todoroki asked, his voice closer than it was before. Momo turned and glanced at the teen, her tail wagging just barely to signify that she had heard him. Suddenly, a quick movement caught her eye and Momo snapped her head around to look at the little boy once more to find him bent over the shiny object in the road, his mother still frantically trying to pick up all of her lost things and the boy distracted by the little treasure. He picked it up in his pudgy little hands, too enamored with the object to notice the speeding truck headed right for him.

Momo did not hesitate as she bolted forward, her long Doberman legs carrying her much faster than usual. She heard Todoroki call out to her, clearly not having realized the situation yet, but she ignored him and ran faster, barking loudly as she went. Her ears were pinned to the back of her head and her tail streamed out behind her as she galloped toward the boy. The boy’s mother whirled around when she heard the sharp barking and found her son on the road. She screamed for him to move and the boy looked up in alarm but did not move, shock keeping him frozen to the ground. The truck kept speeding toward the little child without letting up, making Momo think that the driver was probably asleep on the job. Forcing herself to run faster, Momo barked louder and pushed herself to the brink. At this point, the mother was running toward her child as well, but she was much slower than Momo.

Momo continued to bark and howl, trying to wake up the driver as he sped down the street, the truck swerving and skidding as it went. Momo finally made it to the crosswalk and launched down the street just as the truck reached the boy, her jaws open to grab him. Without even thinking, she activated her quirk just as she felt something slam into her leg. Her teeth clamped onto the boy’s shirt and yanked, pulling the kid with her through the air.

Todoroki had started running as soon as Momo had but she had gotten there several minutes before he did due to her new enhanced speed. At first, he was worried that he wouldn’t be able to get there in time to help her, but then as he saw her launch past the truck just as it ran over the crosswalk, he was grateful that he had been behind her. Skidding to a stop, Todoroki shot out his arm and sent his power shooting down his arm until a huge mass of snow sprang from his palm. The snow collided with the face and sides of the truck, a loud thud echoing down the street as the snow hit the metal of the vehicle. Todoroki groaned, his muscles straining as he forced his quirk to work harder, slowing the truck down until it was finally shoved to a stop. Many people who had been in the street had leaped out of the way, but now that the truck was finally stopped, they all peered around curiously. Police had already arrived at the scene, many of them having already been out on the plaza to make sure nothing happened with so many people in one place. As soon as the police had begun to approach the truck, Todoroki made a mad dash for his best friend and crush of two years.

“Yaoyorozu!”

No response.

“Come on, Yaoyorozu! Where are you?”

No response.

“Momo!”

A quiet bark met his ears and Todoroki whipped around his eyes scanning the area. Finally, they landed on a black, curled up ball that was lying on the grass, a thick sheet of metal covering her back left leg.

“Momo!” Todoroki sprinted towards the ball, his heart in his throat, praying that she wasn’t hurt. He slid to the ground in front of her his eyes rapidly searching all over her form.

“Momo are you insane!? What the hell was that?” Todoroki asked, his voice rough with concern and adrenaline.

Momo raised her head to look at him, before uncurling the rest of her body to reveal the little boy, his small fingers grasping her fur tightly and his head nuzzling into her neck. Tears streaked down his cheeks and he was obviously shaken up but otherwise uninjured.

“O-oh my god,” Todoroki whispered. “You saved him.”

Momo beamed at him, her stubby tail wagging with pride. A loud wail suddenly ripped through the park and both teens looked over to find the mother of the boy sprinting towards them. She fell to her knees and scrambled to her son, tears making her face swell and her hair matted from the wind. She reached out and held her son to her chest, sobbing and stroking his thin blonde hair. While the mother looked over her son, Todoroki placed his hands on Momo and began searching for any wounds. He reached her back leg and felt his eyes widen in wonder as he realized that the metal plate attached to her back leg was actually a shield that her own quirk had wrapped around her leg to keep her from breaking it during the rescue. Upon taking off the shield he found the leg to be bruised and sore but otherwise healthy. Momo stood up and shook herself off, grass and dust tumbling from her fur. Todoroki placed a hand on her shoulder to support her despite her lack of injuries and the pair was about to go give a statement to the police when Momo felt a soft hand graze the heel of her back leg. Momo turned around to find the mother with her hand held out and her mouth slightly slack as if she had done it on accident. The woman looked up at Momo with large eyes filled with sparkling tears.

“I know this won’t mean much because I was such a jerk to you before, and I don’t even know if you can understand me, but I just wanted to say that I am terribly sorry and extremely grateful. You saved my little boy even after I shouted at you and insulted you. You are an extraordinary dog and I can not express my gratitude for what you have done for me,” the woman hiccuped past another sob and hugged her boy even closer to her chest.

Momo’s eyes softened and her tail wagged. She then turned all the way around and nuzzled her nose into the mother’s hand, her tail wagging all the while. She heard the woman’s breath hitch but she ignored it, allowing her love of helping others to trump her self-consciousness. Momo suddenly jumped a little in surprise when she felt a small touch graze her chest. She looked down to find that the little boy had peeked out from behind his mother’s embrace slightly and had reached out to touch her gently.

“Tank you nice doggy,” the boy squeaked before nuzzling back into his mother’s arms.

Momo nudged the part of his arm that wasn’t being smothered by his mom affectionately and she could have sworn that the boy smiled. Smiling back at him with a big dog grin, Momo wagged her tail once more before trotting off with Todoroki.

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Todoroki and Momo finally made it back to the dorms after their several long hours of talking to the police. They found out from the police that the driver had had a heart attack at the wheel, the muscle spasms of which had kept him from being able to move his foot off of the gas and the severity of which, unfortunately, killed him in the process. Everyone had felt bad for the poor driver who had not made it through the accident but the police had helped assure them by telling the young heroes in training that nobody else had gotten injured or killed during the entire event thanks to their assistance.

Todoroki collapsed onto the main space couch as soon as he had walked into the room, Momo thumping down onto the carpet at his feet with a loud sigh. Todoroki groaned and ran a hand through his hair, his body still recovering from the effects of the adrenaline, leaving him feeling sore and shaky. Momo felt the same way but hers felt less prominent, her shaking was just barely able to be felt through the floor.

“Well,” Todoroki started out with a sigh. “Do you feel like going for a walk, Momo? I’m kind of bored, haven’t really had anything interesting happen to me today.”

Momo stared at Todoroki in surprise at the joke. He wasn’t the kind of person who usually joked around and he was rarely sarcastic, just intelligent and calculating. She blinked a couple of times and then burst out laughing. The sound shocked both of them as it sounded like a bark but it was also very obviously a laugh.

“Yaoyorozu, I think the effects of that villain’s quirk is starting to wear off! You’re getting some of your voice back!” Todoroki said beaming. Momo sat up and looked down at her paws which were starting to turn back into fingers. Momo barked excitedly as the effects began to wear off, her body resituating until it went back to normal. About halfway through the transformation, both Momo and Todoroki realized that she didn’t have any clothes on. Quickly, Todoroki lunged for the nearest blanket that was lying on the couch and threw it over the top of Momo so that she was completely covered. After a few seconds, Momo shifted so that her head could come up from under the blanket, revealing that she was once again, completely human.

“Yaoyorozu! You’re back!” Todoroki exclaimed excitedly in his cool voice.

“Yeah! Man, it feels so good to be able to talk again,” Momo said softly, her throat a little scratchy from the lack of use.

“Oh! Um, let me take you back to your room,” Todoroki said with a slight blush. “We need to get some clothes on you.”

Momo blushed and stood up rather quickly, holding the blanket around her body tightly. “Thanks, Shouto.”

Todoroki blushed even more at her use of his first name but shoved his feelings down. “Of course, Momo.”

Checking to make sure nobody was coming around the corner, Todoroki led Momo back to her room where she could get changed. While she was in her room he leaned against the wall and waited for her. She came back out moments later in a slightly less formal version of her school uniform causing Todoroki to smirk a little. Of course, Yaoyorozu would wear something semi-formal even on a break from school.

“Welcome back,” Todoroki said, his arms crossed in front of his chest. Momo didn’t respond, instead, she moved his arms out of the way and enveloped the boy in a big hug.

“Thank you for everything,” She whispered, happy tears pricking at the corners of her eyes. It took a moment, but after finally wrapping his brain around what was happening, Todoroki returned the hug, his arms enveloping her and his hands clasping at her lower back.

“I didn’t do anything,” Todoroki said. Momo shook her head.

“Yes, you did. You gave me back my confidence and showed me that I had value. You gave me the courage to act like a hero today and you had my back no matter what. If it weren’t for you, that boy’s life would have ended right there on that crosswalk.”

“I didn’t do that though, I’m glad I was there to support you but that was all you. You were the one who acted even with the danger. I didn’t even notice what was going on! If you hadn’t been there, that boy’s life would have ended but I wouldn’t have even noticed until it was too late! You are too modest Momo, accept that you were amazing today, don’t lessen the weight of what you did today just because I was there.”

Momo was silent for a minute, just looking into the eyes of her best friend.

“Well, I’m still going to thank you though. No matter who did what or why things happened when they did, I am grateful for you to have been there. We make a great team, don’t you think?”

“It was my pleasure,” Todoroki responded “and yeah, I agree, we make the best team I think,” he said, causing Momo to blush. The creative hero then released him and brushed some of her hair back behind her ear.

“Hey Shouto, do you think maybe you’d like to, I don’t know but maybe go out sometime? Go see a movie?” Momo smirked slightly. “Or go for an uneventful walk?”

Todoroki barely managed to keep the blush out of his cheeks but he couldn’t help but smile, both at her joke and at her proposition.

“I’d love to,” He said softly just as he leaned down to brush his lips against hers.

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dammitadolfnomorecake · 4 years ago

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Once Bitten, Twice Stupid prt.22

Channeling his outer age instead of his inner, Lance let his manners go out the window somewhere after his third glass of wine. Each glass was technically two glasses, so now he had a nice pleasant buzz going on as he sat on his kitchen counter with Blue. He’d totally been a “Debby Downer”, and if he wasn’t kind of still having a slightly premature midlife crisis, he would have invited Hunk over to hang with him and Keith... Right. Like he could do that. What was he supposed to tell Hunk if he suddenly like sneezed and turned into a bat? God... What if he couldn’t jerk off anymore and what if he turned into a bat when he tried? Wait... when was the last time he tried to jerk off? Fuck... He couldn’t remember.

“Laaaaance? Are you even fucking listening?”

Keith looked grumpy, glaring at the pizza base before him. Keith wasn’t quite ready for the whole pizza from scratch experience, so Lance had grabbed a few bases much to the disgust of Hunk

“Sorry. I completely zoned out. What’s up?”

“I asked you what the hell I’m supposed to do with this thing?”

Keith had barely spread the sauce across the base. Trying to get the woodfired oven on had been the easiest part of the whole ordeal. Keith really loved setting shit on fire. Shiro was now in even deeper shit over the things he hadn’t taught his brother, and for apparently raising an anger loaf that was also a pyromaniac

“You want to put about twice the amount of sauce on the base. Then you put the cheese on. You gotta put the cheese on the bottom because it’s like the glue that sticks your toppings down”

Keith reached out, plucking the wine glass out of Lance’s hand

“No more until you’ve had dinner”

“But...”

“Nope. If I have to cook, you have to tell me what the fuck I’m doing”

Ugh. Stupid Keith. He was ruining Lance’s budding buzz. Scooching Blue away, Lance slid himself off the counter, to move behind Keith

“Now what are you doing?”

Rolling his eyes at the hunter, Lance grabbed the squeezie bottle of pizza sauce around him

“I told you. You need more sauce. Here, I’ll squeeze and you spread”

“Don’t day that again?”

“What? Squeeze and spread?”

Keith huffed at him in annoyance. This was probably the closest they’d been in their human forms. Keith was between his arms, his heart was racing, as Lance teased him by standing right behind him

“That. You’re supposed to be the mature one here”

“Ah, young grasshopper. I’m slightly, a bit, maybe, tipsy. And I may also sound like a douche right now, but Shiro should have taught you how to make pizza. How do you live in Rome, and not know how to make a damn pizza? I feel like someone in Italy just died”

“Do you ever shut up?”

“Yep. But you asked what to do. Spread he sauce across the base, then add the cheese”

Squeezing the bottle too hard, the lid popped off, sauce going pretty much everywhere in the immediate radius

“You did that on purpose?! Can’t you just be normal?!”

Keith saw red, Lance stepping out of his personal space with his hands up in surrender

“I swear that wasn’t on purpose. Take your shirt off, I’ll put it in to soak”

“There’s washing machine...”

That there was. But Lance hadn’t said to strip and chuck his shirt in the wash

“I know that. That’s why I said I’d put it in to soak”

“I know how to soak a shirt. Whatever. This is pointless.. You can’t even take this seriously”

Lance’s mood began to fall. He hadn’t meant to piss Keith off. He’d honestly squeezed too hard by accident... Now he felt like a dick. Drunk Lance was a tad obnoxious

“You’re right. I can’t even control how hard I squeeze a plastic bottle, how am I supposed to teach you anything when I’m like this? Go put your shirt in to soak, I’ll clean this up”

“What... but...”

“You don’t have to pretend Keith. It’s fine. For the foreseeable future it’s your home too. You don’t have to go along with the things I say. I thought it might be fun, but I messed it up. I’ll be in my office for the rest of the night. Make sure you eat. Don’t worry about the mess... I’ll deal with it when I’ve calmed down”

Whatever that was, Keith was kind of sure he’d been the one who’d messed up. He’d thought Lance was genuinely mocking him when he stood behind all weirdly, and popped the bottle of pizza sauce everywhere. He’d made pizzas with Shiro before, but those had the sauce and cheese already on the base, and he wasn’t actually that keen on pizzas that seemed to swim in sauce. He wasn’t even really that mad about his shirt, considering it was black. They’d kind of had a moment where he thought things might be okay. He’d noticed Lance frowning at his wine glass, and thought dragging him out of his thoughts was the right thing to do. Now he’s gone and fucked up. Lance had fled from him.

Staring at the sauce, Keith nodded to himself. Lance might think he hated him, and he didn’t want that... not that he liked Lance, but they were stuck together and the man seemed pretty high strung, despite the way he was acting. He could totally make pizza for dinner... Alone. Unsupervised. He wasn’t some kid who knew nothing. The toaster had totally eaten his toast and was to blame went it went up in flames. He could do this. He was going to do this and Lance was going to eat pizza because fuck him and his overdramatic arse.

Scraping the sauce onto another base, Keith left a trail of mess as he figured things out. He didn’t know what herbs went on pizza, yet he didn’t have to when the herb jars came labelled and one conveniently said “Pizza Herbs”. Herbs were spilt, Blue leapt up to eat the cheese and diced ham that went the same way as the herbs. He didn’t know how Lance felt about garlic, but a few cloves wound up on both their pizzas all the same. Yeah. He could totally do this. His skill left much to be desired, but Keith was quietly proud as he slid both pizzas into the oven... both way too loaded, with toppings that’d slid into the middle as he moved them.

Waiting until it looked done, Keith had nothing else to do but play with Blue. She was cute, and she didn’t seem to have the same attitude as her owner. Licking sauce off her paw, her little tongue poked out as Keith interrupted her grooming by wiping his hand over the crumbs on the bench, knocking some onto the floor in his attempt to “clean up”. Maybe he should get a pet? Something to wait for him when he got home... He wouldn’t mind a cat like Blue, secretly feeling black cats were the best despite what people might say with their silly superstitions. Distracted by Blue and the crumbs, Keith swore as he smelt something burning, Blue jumping off the counter and running out the kitchen as if he’d insulted everything she’d held dear by semi-yelling “fuck!”.

The pizzas weren’t cremated. Slightly black around the edges, with the cheese in the middle kind of weirdly unmelted but golden enough to pass as done. He didn’t need Lance to tell him what to do. He’d done it all by himself, like the 26 year old man he was. Now all he had to do was plate up... after he reclaimed his pizzas from the oven. Shiro always did them in a normal oven, pulling the pizza out by the side of the crust, having pushed them further back, Keith didn’t fancy getting burned on the flat metal trays built into the wood oven. His go to were tongs... succeeding in ripping the crust, meaning he had to try pull them out by hand... burning his fingertips as he did. That didn’t matter. He’d proved Lance wrong by creating two edible pizzas and he was pretty damn proud. Keith wanted to try out his new camera to photograph his kitchen triumph, but he also wanted to wait until after dinner when he could crash out on the lounge and explore its features properly...

Keith came to a stop, realising what he’d been thinking. He was... first he called this place “home”, now he was making plans to spend the evening binging horror movies as he played with his camera... He was far too comfortable here... What would Lance think if he made himself at home? Would be happy? Or would he be interrupting Lance’s night by taking over the TV? Lance wasn’t in a great place... Crap. What if he’d turned back into a bat? Would he be mad if Keith ate his pizza? Maybe if he cut them up and served them on two plates in the living room, it wouldn’t be weird for Keith to eat Lance’s share? If he was a bat, he could sit on the coffee table and nibble around the edges... Shit... The hunter’s hand itched to grab his phone out so he could call Shiro for help... Buuuuut... Shiro would be cranky if he called him over the best way to casually rub Lance’s face in the fact he’d made dinner. His brother might not even believe he’d been the one who cooked... Fuck. Okay. He could do this. It was pizza night with Shiro, only Lance was Shiro, and he wasn’t that great of a stand in... but the principle of the night was the same. Beer, pizza, horror movies...

Setting up things in the living room, Keith pulled up Netflix, leaving the remote conveniently close. He’d moved Lance’s glass of red wine and blood next to one of the pizzas, and uncapped his beer beside his own. Trying to cut through the slices with the pizza cutter hadn’t worked, just like those stupid wheels never worked the other hundred times he’d tried. Running his fingers through his hair, he felt king of nervous. He wanted to do a nice thing, kind of... Plus he hadn’t destroyed Lance’s kitchen in the process, so that definitely earned him extra brownie points. Now he just had to disturb Lance and hope he wasn’t about to be attacked for doing so.

Knocking on Lance’s office door, the vampire didn’t even acknowledge his presence. Slightly miffed that Lance was being so petty, he threw it open and succeeding in scare the crap out of him. Leaning back in his chair, Lance had some weird green goo covering his face, his ears covered with headphones... or rather, that’d been the way it’d been before he’d scared Lance badly enough he’d fallen out of his chair

“Jesus! What the hell, man?!”

Stifling a laugh, Keith sucked in his lips, Lance collecting himself up as he slid his headphones down. It was time to drop that bomb

“I made dinner”

Lance pursed his lips, brow wrinkled as he paused pushing himself up

“You should come grab something to eat. We’re having dinner in front of the TV”

Lance tilted his head to the left. The position he was in didn’t look comfortable

“You made dinner?”

“You don’t need to sound so shocked”

“But I messed things up”

“Not everything revolves around your actions. Whatever. You don’t have to eat if you don’t want to”

“What? No. Dude. I mean... I didn’t think... You cooked?”

Lance didn’t seem as impressed as Keith had hoped, he seemed more dubious over the quality of the food. Now Keith felt kind of annoyed he’d mentally made a big deal of it

“Pizza, beer, and movies... Shiro and I tried to do it when we could”

“You and Shiro cooked?”

Keith wished he had something he could throw at Lance. He didn’t need to sound so damn shocked. Cross his arms, the hunter’s voice held the strong tone of a pout

“We’re not useless. It’s not that hard to put some stuff on a pizza and bake it. If you’re going to keep making a deal of it, then you can make your own dinner”

“I didn’t say you were useless. I’m surprised seeing I was a total dick”

“You weren’t a dick. I thought you were making fun of me until I remembered that you can’t actually control your strength that well at the moment, not that the wine helped. I’m heading back to the living room, you do whatever you want”

“Dude, I’m totally there. Give me a tick to wash this stuff off, then I’ll be all good to go”

That right there was why he couldn’t keep up with Lance. That sudden change in upward mood wasn’t something he was used to. Most hunters had seen too much shit to be that happy, ever. Now his whole damn face was lit up, like Keith had given him some great gift. Fucked if Keith knew what it was meant to be, and fucked if he was going to waste brain power figuring it out.

Heading back to the living room, Keith flopped down on the sofa with a satisfied groan. Blue watching it his every move judgmentally from her spot on the tv cabinet as Keith forced himself up to retrieve his pizza and his beer, slumping back then noticing the remote laying on the table, the bastard out of reach. Keith rubbed at his face with his right hand, before leaning forward again to snag the remote. There wasn’t anything in particular he had in mind, more after background noise so fill in the gaps when Lance clammed up. Keith could see it now. He’d ask, Lance would say “after dinner”, then the chance to talk would slip away. Sliding out a piece of ham, Blue came flying, straight up into Keith’s lap with both paws on his leg as she craned upwards for the tasty treat

“Don’t tell you father”

“Don’t tell me what? Blue, are you conning food out again?”

Blue was on her third tiny square of ham as Lance shuffled in, he’d changed into his pyjamas, slippers scuffing on the wooden floor

“What was that?”

“I heard you telling her not to tell”

“Oh. She’s allowed ham, isn’t she?”

Keith couldn’t remember if it was cats or dogs who weren’t supposed to have ham

“Just a little bit. Wow, it looks good”

Keith went with the topic change, it was best to let Lance think he had his guard down

“Of course it does, I made it myself”

“You must have had a great teacher. What are we watching?”

“I was thinking something horror. Shiro and I like to point out everything they got wrong”

“Now you sound like Pidge. We only watch the b-grade stuff because Hunk gets scared”

Lance sidestepped his way between Keith and the coffee table, Keith realising he hadn’t put much space between them as he’d given his new camera a whole cushion space to itself

“Does Hunk gets scared often?”

“He has a healthy fear of everything that he needs to. He’s the biggest ball of warm feels in existence”

Lance sat himself down carefully, avoiding dropping down and causing Keith’s pizza to slide

“No one can be that nice”

“Hunk is. He would have come home tonight with me if I’d let him. He’s like chronically stuck in care bear mode. No one can be mad at Hunk, it’s like physically impossible”

Keith didn’t buy it. Everyone had that point they reached when all that was left was anger

“There had to be a time he got mad...”

Lance nodded as he leaned forward to grab his plate of pizza and what was left of his wine

“Yeah. But never without good reason, and he always faces his fears. He’s not too bad with spooky movies, but when you get into in the TV shows, he gets jumpy. Out of respect, we don’t watch a lot of squeamish things, you know, those movies they make filled with bloody scenes purely to have bloody scenes. I have so much respect for him”

Lance truly loved his friends. Keith could hear it in his words as plainly as he could see it on his face

“And Pidge?”

“She’d set the world on fire with a smile if you messed with her or anyone she loved. She’s fierce, but amazing. She’s like a super hacker, and she’s never met a piece of tech she hasn’t been able to make her bitch”

It must be nice to have friends like that. Friends that had your back for no reason other than the fact you were friends. Keith couldn’t say he knew that feeling, always feeling on the outside as everyone else moved on without him. He’d worked with other hunters, and had classes and training with other hunters, yet still felt insignificant. It scared him to think about what they’d say about him.

Lance settled back, elbowing him playfully as he did

“This really does look good. I didn’t mean to get sauce everywhere. I kind of lost it for a bit when I got back to my office. Now, if we’re watching some bad horror movie, please don’t pick anything with vampires. They always get it wrong”

“You’re not bloodsucking monsters that turn to ash in the sun?”

“Nope. Some of us are. I don’t”

Keith raised an eyebrow

“You don’t, what?”

“Turn into ash. I can see my reflection. I think maybe a stake to heart might kill me off, but I’m not 100 percent sure”

“You can walk around in the sun?”

“I can sun bake and everything. Plus, no sparkles bitches”

God’s love was found in the light. Vampires were supposed to be turn to dust because God had turned his back on them. Keith was a little dubious over the whole thing, but exorcists did exist, so there had to be something there

“I thought you’d love to be all sparkly”

“Nah. It’d draw too much attention. Younger me, maybe. Current me, not so much”

“Why not?”

“Because I’m old and cranky. I want to live as normally as possible. I don’t want to turn into a damn disco ball when all I want to do is enjoy a little bit of sun”

This guy had to be an idiot. Keith forcing himself not to gape. He wanted information on vampires, and now Lance had turned off his filter completely

“What else did they get wrong?”

“I firmly believed the whole “bat thing” was wrong until I went and turned into one. Garlic doesn’t really do much. I can eat human foods, but after about half an hour I need to use the bathroom. Blood... bags are good. I mean, I prefer them over anything fresh. As far as I know we don’t survive being burned to death, I know there’s a myth about turning into a bat and grave soil, but I’ve never tried it. Wounds we give ourselves sometimes take much longer to heal than something like being stabbed. Being immortal sucks arse. They got the rage and ego bit right. Silver’s not terrible. I show up on camera... I have super human senses, and can move faster than you’d think... I don’t know. I don’t think I want to know either”

Keith did. He wanted to know everything when it came to a human who’d been turned. He wanted to understand what Adam had been through in his final hours

“I do”

Lance raised his eyebrow at him, Keith wondering he’d been sprung for pushing him to talk

“I think you’d know more about being a vampire than I would. I was never one for clans and covens. I’ve met other vampires and honestly, they scared me. The first time I saw a vampire feed on a human pet, I threw up. The way they treated people... I couldn’t do it. Vampires have egos. Feeding that ego is a dangerous game. I know I’m probably not the only one who’s trying to live as normally as possible, but it makes it hard to reach out to anyone when they’re mostly douches. Werewolves are kind of the same, except it’s all about how strong they are. There’s pack leaders, but that’s only because that’s a human concept. There’s no alpha leader, instead there’s a pack leader. Some dick that always thinks they’re the greatest thing since the invention of the wheel. It’s fucked up and enough to drive you mad if you spend too long in that world”

Krolia had spent years in that world. Keith hadn’t even known what a legacy was when Shiro showed up in his life. He’d been a burden all his life since the death of his father. Shiro had opened a whole new world to him, had given him a home and a purpose to exist. They might not be biological brothers, but being biologically related to someone didn’t necessarily make them family. Family was something you built, sometimes from absolutely nothing at all. He didn’t know how to talk to his mother any more than he knew how to talk to Lance. For Krolia her duty always came first...

“Can I ask you something?”

“I thought we were past that”

“How did you get turned?”

Lance sighed heavily

“That’s not a great topic of conversation”

“I imagine it’s not... but...”

“You want to understand what happened to Adam. What he went through. I can’t tell you that. Only that he’s in a better place”

“He’s dead”

Nothing happened why you died... Keith couldn’t say he was convinced over this heaven and hell stuff...

“I’d rather be dead than risking the lives of those I love. Turning... it brings up a lot of memories that won’t leave me alone. Some humans take the turn willingly and I can’t for the life of me think why. Maybe if they had a kind sire, and you know, they had like absolutely no choice and I don’t know... but... it’s hard to talk about. Ten out of Ten would not recommend. I guess that makes me like that 1 dentist that never recommends shit”

Keith groaned deeply, dropping his head back and staring at Lance

“Why do you always do that? Deflect like that to humour?”

“Because some things are so fucked up thay if you don’t laugh you’re gonna fucking cry. It’s my unhealthy coping mechanism, like some people have smoking”

“It’s annoying. It makes it hard to like you”

Lance beamed at him, Keith had the feeling he was being mocked again

“Aw man, you like me!”

“Go fuck yourself”

“Eh, too much like effort. Who needs sex when you’ve got pizza. Thanks for this. I think I needed it”

“You’re welcome, but you can still go fuck yourself”

Lance had the nerve to wink at him

“Only if you go first”

Keith blushed red, spluttering some kind of loud squeak before promptly shutting up. Lance could suck his metaphorical dick.

#once bitten twice stupid #oncebittentwicestupid #ashratherose

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forever-more-never-again · 5 years ago

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Scales and Scars (Part Five)

Aizawa-Yamada [Y/n] - Given quirks through experimentation, thus their quirks are ‘Artificial’ and not considered ‘true’ quirks

First Quirk: Shadow Manipulation

Uses: Shadow manipulation allows the user to travel almost like teleportation from shadow to shadow by ‘sensing’ the shadows around the user. User is able to control the shadows and form objects. User can change the density of shadows. user also has excellent night vision.

Drawbacks: User experiences flashes of coldness from the presence of shadows, and if holds onto a shadow for too long will begin to develop frost bite.

a/n: The Quirk Apprehension Arc! And introductions to some more love interests!

Word Count: 3119

Pairings: Eraserhead(AIzawa) X PresentMic(Hizashi), Reader X Class1A (Will have multiple endings for pairings)

Warnings: violence against robots

Prologue / Part One / Part Two / Part Three / Part Four

Masterlist

The next week flew by. Between hanging out with Shinso and Tokoyami, Adding Iida to your chat and group hangouts, and dealing with your Pa trying to spoil the results of the entrance exam, it was fun but exhausting.

“[Y/n], the results are here.” Your dad’s dry voice interrupted you from where you were playing with Inu by moving shadows around.

Leaping up from the floor, you ran over, grabbed the envelope out of his hands and ran to your room shouting back, “Thanks!”

Sitting at your desk, your hands trembled as you held up the envelope that had the UA seal on it. This was it. This was your future. Your chance to become a hero and protect kids from experiencing the same horror and fear that you had.

Taking a deep breathe, you ripped open the seal. A metal disk fell out.

“I guess. So unnecessary.” You muttered under your breath.

“HELLO! I AM HERE!”

“AH!” You screamed and fell off your chair as All Might was suddenly screaming at you.

A hologram. UA had sent a hologram. Of course they did.

Slowly climbing back into your chair, you listened as All Might spoke about your points and how heroic you were working with Shinso and helping other contestants.

“Congratulations Yamada [Y/n]! You ranked Third in the Entrance Exams! Welcome to Class 1-A! This is your Hero Academia!”

When the hologram blinked away, you were left staring at your wall in shock. You placed third!? You were in!? You were in! You had to tell your friends and see how they did!

Future Heros!

15:23 - YaMad?: Guys! The results came!

15:26 - ForeverTired: Just opened mine…

15:27 - Birb: I got in. Class 1-A

15:28 - Engines: I seem to have ranked 7th. Congrats [Y/n]-Chan.

15:30 - Birb: Yes. Congratulations to getting third.

15:31 - ForverTired: …

15:32 - YaMad?: Oh no ...Toshi? Did you not get in? That’s so not fair! You worked just as hard as me and had more points! Did they not think your quirk was right for the hero's course!? I will march in myself and yell at that rat principle if I have to!

15:35 - Engines: [Y/n]-Chan, maybe let Shinso-Kun answer…

15:37 - ForeverTired: I did it...I got in...Class 1-A Heroics….

15:38 - YaMad?: Oh my god! Toshi! I’m so happy for you! Wait! We’re all in the same class!?

15:40 - Birb: It would seem so. I look forward to seeing all of you in class.

15:42 -YaMad?: This is going to be so much Fun!

You were grinning like an idiot when you finally left your room. Walking into the kitchen, you saw Shota leaning against the counter while Hizashi practically vibrated with excitement next to him.

“So…” You sent a sly smirk to your dad, “I’m in your class this year.”

Shota groaned and pinched the bridge of his nose, “Yes. And I expect you to act mature and follow my instructions.”

Hizashi couldn't take it anymore and ran up to you and gripped you in a tight hug, “I remember when you were just a baby! And now you’re going to highschool!”

You laughed and patted your Pa on his back, “You’ve known me since I was like Six Pa. Not a baby.”

Your dad just sighed again, “You know that doesn’t matter, Problem Child. ‘Zashi loves being overdramatic.”

At that your Pa let go of you and turned and pointed an accusing finger at Shota, “Oh, don’t think you’re above me! Just last night you were getting all Soft remembering when [Y/n] finally let you hold her after we adopted her!”

Your eyes widened as you looked at your stoic, hobo looking father. He didn’t have his scarf to hide the light blush on his cheeks, so he just turned away.

A soft meow was heard. And you bent over to pick up Inu. An idea hit you, and you peered over at your Pa, “Soooo...can we get another Cat as a gift for me getting into UA?”

Your pa frowned at you, but you giggled as you watched your dad perk up and widen his eyes with interest.

And that was how, a few days later, you were saying goodbye to Inu and your new white cat, Hund, as you left for the first day of school.

With a bounce in your step, you skipped to the Bus station. You were on your own as you went to school because both of your parents had to go in early to prepare for the first day and you were not about to wake up earlier than you had to.

Walking towards the classroom, you were thankful that the school had allowed you some modifications with the standard girls uniform. You had leggings and a long sleeve shirt on. Both to cover your scars. You didn’t want anyone to see them yet.

Taking a deep breathe, you stood before the large door and remind yourself why you were here. To become a hero. To save kids like yourself.

And then you pushed open the door and walked in.

Only to run right into someone's back.

“Oi! Watch where you’re going Extra!”

You stumbled back a step, disoriented by the yelling. Looking at the person you bumped into, the first thing you noticed were his intense cherry red eyes. They were filled with a fire that you had never seen before.

Then your eyes caught sight of his hair. Blonde and spiky. You wanted so badly to pet his head and see if the spikes were actually pointy or soft.

A hand waved in front of your face and a scowl was on the blondes face as he yelled at you again, “Hey! You deaf or something!? What you staring at Dumb Girl!?”

Shaking your head, you leveled the kid with your blankest stare and stated, “I’m sorry.” You internally laughed as you watched the scowl turns into a smirk. The kid thought you were apologizing. “You seem to be under the impression that I, oh what’s the phrase?” You tapped your chin as if in thought, watching the smirk turns into a confused scowl, “Oh that’s right! You seem to be under the impression that I give a damn about what you.”

That seemed to set the kid off as sparks flew from his palms. His quirk, you noticed.

“You damn Extra! I’ll kill you!”

You waved him off as you walked past him into the classroom, eyes lighting up as they settled on two people sitting in the back corner.

Rushing towards them, you grinned, “Toshi! Yami!”

The Dark feathered Avain Teen and the sleepy purple head stopped their quiet conversation with each other and turned to give you small smiles.

“[Y/n]. You’re actually here early.” Shinso teased. His sleepy smile betrayed by his bright eyes.

You fake growled and punched his shoulder, “Jerk! I can be on time.”

While Shinso whined and rubbed his shoulder, Tokoyami groaned himself, because Dark Shadow came out and wrapped himself around your shoulders.

“Dark Shadow! Unhand her! We’ve talked about personal space.”

You laughed, scratching Dark Shadow under the chin, listening to the Quirk Purr. “It’s alright Yami. I really don’t mind. And Dark Shadow Just wants a little Love.”

Dark Shadow cackled and his yellows eyes glinted with mischief as he pouted, “Yeah Fumi! [Y/n] doesn’t mind and she gives the best hugs!”

All three of you laughed as Tokoyami’s feathers ruffled in his embarrassment.

“If you’re just here to make friends, then you can leave.”

The dry voice broke through the cacophony of noise that was from your future classmates.

Turning, you stifled a giggle as you watched your Dad rise up, wrapped in his yellow sleeping bag, looking like some kind of demented catipillar.

You slid into the seat in front of Toshi, Dark Shadow disappearing back inside his retainers chest.

“It took you eight seconds to quiet down. I expect it to be shorter than that time tomorrow. For now, put these on and meet outside in five.”

He threw gym clothes out from wherever he had stashed them. And you watched as the students scrambled and ran to the changing rooms.

You were one of the last to leave, and as you walked by your dad, he grabbed your shoulder, pausing you for a moment.

His eyes were unreadable as he stared at you, “I expect you to use your full potential in my class, [Y/n].” Then his eyes softened and he smiled, “Also, I forgot to go over this with you the other day, But your Pa and I will be calling you Yamada and you must call us by our names as well. Okay?”

You nodded, understanding. Of course you didn’t expect to have your relationship between two pro Heros and teachers announced to the student body. Nobody needed to know that you were the adopted kid of Eraserhead and Present Mic, Especially since their marriage wasn’t even a known fact.

In the changing room, you were introduced to the rest of the girls. You were immediately drawn to Toru, who was completely invisible, Tsuyu, “Call me Asui.” Who was super blunt, and Mina, who pounced on you exclaiming that you were “Super Cute!” And already calling you bestie.

“Aren’t we supposed to be heading to Orientation?” Uraraka Asked as you all walked out to the training grounds.

You hid your smile, because you knew you wouldn’t be going to Orientation today.

Yaomomo spoke up, her voice calm and steady, “I’m sure our teacher will explain when we arrive.”

Mina yelled out, jumping up and down, “Did anyone recognize our teacher!? I thought all UA teachers were Pro- heroes?”

The only sign that Toru was standing next to you was the floating uniform as you heard her voice, “Maybe he’s underground or not well-known?”

Asui nodded, “Kero. You could be right Toru-Chan.”

Blinking the sun out of your eyes, you saw the guys standing in a group next to Aizawa.

When all the girls were close enough, Aizawa spoke up, “Today, we’re doing a Quirk Apprehension test. Whoever comes in last will have no potential, and will be expelled.”

As you listen to the ensuring confusion and questions, your eyes were drawn to a bushy head of green hair. The poor kid looked like he was a second away from a nervous breakdown. Your eyes narrowed as you noticed the kid flinching whenever the loud mouthed blonde glared at him.

“Bakugou, how far could you throw the ball in Middle School?”

Brought back to the present, you watched as the blonde kid, Bakagou, apparently, Walk up to the circle and proceed to scream, “Die!” Before blasting the ball away.

Aizawa held up a recording device and showed the score on the screen, “705.2 Meters.”

You whistled appreciatively. That was an impressive throw with his quirk.

First up was the 50 Meter dash. You stood next to Shinso as you watched teams of two race against each other.

You winced at the green haired kid as he went against Bakugou. He wasn’t using any Quirk, so you figured it wasn’t useful in situations like Shinso’s.

You were paired against some kid with strange elbows.

When the bell rang, you immediately traveled to the shadow of the recorder and stepped over the line calmly.

“2.01 Seconds.”

“5.52 Seconds.”

Tape arms walked over to you afterwards and introduced himself, “Hey there. I’m Sero. That was pretty impressive. What’s your Quirk?”

You smiled up at the boy. He was cute in a boyish, innocent way. “I’m Yamada. And you’ll just have to continue watching and figure it out.” You winked at him and moved onto the next event.

Next was the grip strength.

Shinso groaned and looked at you wryly, “They just love giving the flashy quirks the upper hand, don’t they?”

You laughed as you used your shadows to grip the tool hard enough that it broke.

“Oops.”

After that was the standing long jump.

And then repeated side steps.

Both of which you easily used your shadows to complete.

The pushups and situps you relied purely on your own stamina and strength. Cheering on Shinso and Tokoyami.

And then everyone was standing before the ball throw again.

Ururaka had the highest score so far, with infinity. Which you congratulated her on.

Shinso turned to you, worried, “I’m going to place last because I couldn’t use my quirk during any of these tests.”

Peering at you dad, you whispered back to him, “He said we could use our quirks however we wanted to pass the tests.” Turning to look at Shinso, you smiled, “So use your quirk when you get up there.”

It took him a moment to understand what you were saying. And when it did register, he frowned at you, “If I do that. Nobody will trust me. It’s the first day. I’ll be labeled a villain before I get the chance to become a hero.”

Punching Shinso, you glared at him and spoke lowly through gritted teeth, trying to keep your voice down, “Toshi. You listen to me. You are not a villain. You have an amazing quirk. And if anyone says otherwise, I will fight them.”

Shinso couldn’t stop his heart from beating faster at the fierceness that [Y/n] was exuding.

“Shinso Hitoshi. You’re next.”

Aizawa dryly called your friend's name. Giving him a friendly push, you reminded him quietly, “It’s your power Shinso.”

When Shinso got to the circle, he turned around and looked back at the group of students who were watching on confused.

Tired eyes grazed over the students before landing on Uraraka.

“Hey Infinity Girl, Your name is Uraraka right?”

Uraraka looked startled for a moment before she started to respond, “Yes, wh-”

Shinso smirked as Uraraka’s eyes glazed over, “Come into the circle and use your quirk on the ball for me.”

Uraraka robotically walked to Shinso and used her quirk.

Shinso touched her when the ball was well into the stratosphere, letting her go from his quirk.

“Infinity.”

Uraraka looked confused and looked at Shinso as she walked back to the group.

Meanwhile everyone was shouting or whispering about the events that had just transpired.

“How was that Fair!?”

“He didn’t throw the ball!”

“Does that count!?”

“What’s his Quirk!?”

Your dad raised his hand and tiredly explained, “I told you all to use your quirks at the start of the tests. Shinso used his quirk and I will allow it.”

You couldn’t contain your grin as Shinso walked back to you. When he was beside you, you quickly wrapped your arms around him for a brief hug.

“I knew you could do it Toshi!”

Surprise flashed in his lavender eyes before he smiled back at you.

“Yamada [Y/n].”

You skipped forward, your happiness for Shinso carrying you to the circle.

Gripping the ball in your hands, you tried to think about how you could use your shadows to get a high score.

“Any Day now Yamada.” Your dad’s dry voice rang out in the silence.

Breathing deeply through your nose, you closed your eyes and called all the surrounding shadows to you.

“Wow!”

“What’s happening?”

“That’s so cool!”

The voices behind you were loud, but you managed to block most of them out as you focused on wrapping the shadows around the ball and your hand.

Snapping your eyes open, you leaned back, and pitched forward hard.

The shadows blasted from your hand like an explosion as they raced back to their original places. The force behind the release of your quirk and the shadows propelled the ball forward.

“645.3 Meters.”

Your smile was blinding as you spun around.

And then it disappeared as you watched the green haired kid, whose name you learned was Midoriya, Figure out who your father was, face your father’s wrath, break his finger, and get almost tackled by Bakugou.

A few minutes later, you father pulled up the results of the Quirk Apprehension test.

Anxiously, you scanned the rankings. Fifth! You placed fifth! And then you scanned more and saw that Iida ranked Fourth, Tokoyami sixth, and Shinso thirteenth.

And Midoriya placed last.

When Aizawa revealed that the explosion threat was a logical ruse, you rolled your eyes. Your father was notorious for expelling students. He would’ve followed through on his threat at the start if he truly didn’t see any potential in Midoriya.

The fact that he did, made you curious about the boy who broke his finger using his quirk.

“Of course it was a logical ruse. Did you not know that?” Yaomomo’s voice was filled with confidence. And you didn’t want to destroy that, so you didn’t say anything.

As everyone was leaving, you waved Shinso ahead and stepped up beside Midoriya.

“I understand getting hurt from your quirk.”

The poor teen looked like you were speaking in gibberish as he turned wide green eyes to you and flushed red.

“Uh. H-hi! I’m Izu-Midoriya! Midoriya Izuku!”

You smiled at him. He was kinda adorable. “Yamada [Y/n]. But please call me [Y/n]. Anyways. I saw that your quirk broke your finger. Are you okay?”

Midoriya flushed a deeper red as he mumbled a bit before stuttering out a response, “I’m fi-fine. It’s-It’s nothing! Really!” Then his brain seemed to backtrack and he peered at you in concern as his blush seemed to fade away, “You mentioned yo-your quirk hurt-hurting you?”

You hummed in agreement, clasping your hands behind your back as you reached the locker rooms. Standing outside, not going in yet, you explained.

“My quirk Shadow Manipulation...causes my bones to be really cold, constantly, because of the shadows. And if I use shadows for too long I can develop Frostbite.”

Midoriya looked entranced as you talked about the drawbacks to your quirk.

“So you're constantly in pain?”

You chuckled, rubbing the back of your neck with your hand, “In a way. But I’ve gotten used to it. The cold doesn’t bother me that much anymore except in certain instances.”

And you were not about to explain the times that your quirk hurt you to this boy. He didn’t need to know about your PTSD and Dissociative disorder. No matter how adorable his freckles and sparkling green eyes were.

You glanced towards the locker room, “Anyways. It was nice meeting you Midoriya. I’ll see you tomorrow in class!” You waved at him and slipped into the locker room to change.

The first day at UA was interesting. But you had a feeling in your gut that this was just the beginning.

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johnny-and-dora · 5 years ago

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we can stay here (and laugh away the fear)

93. “i believe in you” requested by no-one i just really wanted to do this one in which amy's confidence takes a knock and jake whips out the official jake peralta fiancé experience guide to help her out. (pre 5x15)

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Something is bothering Amy.

Jake goes over the facts one more time in his head, sneaking a furtive glance at his fiancée over the top of his computer screen – his first clue was when she came out of Holt’s office twenty minutes ago with a slight slump in her shoulders, a blatant violation of the “Posture” section of her mentorship binder.

She’s taking twice as long as usual to do her paperwork and it doesn’t even look like she’s enjoying it. Her brows are furrowed and her lips pursed in this totally adorable yet slightly worrying way and she’s tapping absentmindedly on her desk in thirty-second increments, meaning she’s desperate for a shame cigarette. Conclusive evidence that something is stressing her out.

(The thing that’s stressing her out might be him seeing as he’s been bragging about a major drug bust he just pulled off for most of the morning; but he also brought her coffee and did the dishes last night and laundry mountain is now more of a laundry molehill, so he’s pretty sure he’s in the clear.)

They don’t call him Jacob Sherlock Peralta for nothing (no-one calls him that, but he’s still confident it’ll catch on eventually). And though he can’t figure out what it is just yet, he’s determined to solve the case of why the love of his life can’t even enjoy her paperwork.

To: Amy Santiago, 12:23 u ok? need a break???

He tries to act as nonchalant as possible but can’t bring himself to miss the tiny smile that flickers on her face upon seeing the text. He pretends to be absorbed in the criminal database he’s scouring while he waits for his phone to buzz.

From: Amy Santiago, 12:24 I’m fine.

He shoots her an overdramatic disbelieving look over his monitor and she rolls her eyes.

From: Amy Santiago, 12:24 Okay, maybe not totally fine. Can we talk? x

To: Amy Santiago, 12:25 meet me in evidence lockup 5 mins x

She’s there when he quietly closes the door behind him a few minutes later; it causes such a strong swell of deja vu, memories of so, a lot of change around here and more recently Jake Peralta, I will marry you that it almost overwhelms him. So he does what he always does.

“Thought I might find you in here.” He jokes – she laughs a little but her body language is so tightly wound that he moves almost on pure instinct to give her a hug. The way the tension instantly disappears from her frame as she buries her face in his shirt tells him he must be doing something right.

“You okay?” He says softly, pressing a kiss to her forehead; she looks up at him, hands still snaked neatly around his waist, and he’d let all the criminals in holding walk free if it would make her feel better.

(Not that it would – he’s never been that good with metaphors, but the sentiment remains.)

“Fine. Really, I just…I needed this.”

“You sure?” He asks, and he can tell when he only gets a sigh in response that he’s going to have to break out the Official Jake Peralta Fiancé Experience Guide to Comforting Amy Santiago, The Greatest Woman In The Universe. (The title still needs some work.)

“It’s just…the results of the sergeant’s exam come out this week. Holt just told me.”

“Oh.” He says, trying to connect the dots. “That’s a good thing, though, right? You’ve been waiting for ages - and you totally aced that test, Ames.”

“Yeah. Maybe.” She shakes her head, biting her lip. “I just can’t help thinking – what if I don’t get it?” He prepares a reprisal of the speech he made that day on the roof, but she continues. “And what if I do, and I can’t handle it? What if it’s way too much work or my squad doesn’t respect me or I get transferred or…“ It’s a spiral, he realises – a knock to her confidence that breaks his heart a little.

Fortunately, it’s also something he knows exactly how to handle, and it involves one of his top five favourite activities.

“Have I ever told you,” Jake says as he takes her hands in his, “that you are perfect?”

Amy predictably rolls her eyes at his blatant cheesiness, but the hint of a smile that appears on her face is more than enough fuel for him to keep going.

“Well, you are. Perfect! Perfecter than perfect.”

“It’s more perfect, babe.” She says, and a million years ago in 2013 he’s wearing ill-fitting sandals and Captain Holt is disappointed in him and Jake just wants to find a way to rip through the very fabric of space and time, grab his past self by the shoulders and tell him that using correct grammar is going to get him some of the best sex in his life in the future so he better start learning now.

(And also, as an afterthought, that everything is going to be okay.)

“Actually, no.” He grins, shit-eating Peralta special. “Because in the language that I just made up, perfecter is actually more perfect that more perfect. Perfecter than perfect is a special term invented for the light of my life, the most amazing woman in the history of the universe, Amy Santiago.”

She prods him lightly in the shoulder, now completely failing to tamper down a warm smile. “Dork.”

“Queen of the cosmos. The one true love of my life. Divine goddess of wisdom and beauty.” He punctuates every new fancy title he gives her with a kiss – one to her neck, one to her jaw, one to her cheek, and gains a great sense of satisfaction from the way she melts into him, humming in content.

He initially thinks he’s won this round, but she still looks way too stressed out, exercising a relatively new nervous habit that makes his heart stutter – twisting the engagement ring on her finger.

“You don’t believe me.” He pouts and she sighs, briefly retreating someplace he can’t follow her. When she finally returns his gaze she’s all dark doe eyes and he’s sure there’s space somewhere in his Addams Family themed wedding vow rap for one more promise; a commitment to convincing her she’s more than enough for the rest of his life.

“Nobody’s perfect, Jake.”

“Yeah, no doy. That’s why you’re perfecter than perfect, obviously.”

“I just…I worry, you know? I feel like I need to prove myself.”

“I know. But Ames, you have proven yourself a billion trillion times over. I told you when I proposed, you’re the best detective I know…and there’s no-one else that deserves this more and no-one else that is going to be a better sergeant than you are.”

“Thank you for being perfect.”

“I am flawless, yes.” He grins, but it soon turns into something softer. “I believe in you 100%, okay, babe? You’re going to be an amazing leader.”

“I love you.”

“Love you too. I also feel like the word perfect is beginning to lose all meaning.”

“Oh, there’s a name for that!” She pauses, lost in thought, and sometimes he wishes you could take package holidays in other people’s brains just because he’d love to walk among the endless bookshelves of infinite knowledge in hers, and sometimes he just gets lost in endless endearment for how much of a nerd his fiancée is. This time is definitely the latter.

She snaps her fingers after a moment, eyes bright – “Semantic satiation!”

“That’s so hot.” He smirks, and he’s only half joking. They share a chaste, probably work-appropriate kiss – Jake’s tempted to deepen it, but also not totally convinced that the ghost of Dozerman isn’t frowning down upon them right now so decides to keep it PG. It doesn’t matter anyway – they’re soon rudely interrupted by a loud rap on the door which makes them both jump apart.

“You two horndogs finished being gross in there? I need a case file.”

They both answer with similar cries of indignation and disgust, which just elicits a sharp laugh from Rosa.

“Whatever. Just tell me when you’re done.” She walks away, and Jake laughs at the shade of red Amy has turned, earning him a well-deserved punch in the shoulder.

“So, you wanna get lunch? I happen to know a polish place recommended by a pretty dope soon-to-be sergeant.” Her face lights up and in just a few short months they’re going to be married and Jake has never been more excited for the rest of his life to start.

“Sounds perfect.”

#b99 #b99 fic #peraltiago #jake x amy #my writing #it's been years and i still don't know how to spell sergeant #enjoy the last of these 'i love you' prompts (for now)!#sometimes we all just need a bit of vicarious comforting from our favourite fictional character #<3 #shut up sian

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its-all-ineffable · 4 years ago

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TUA 1x01 Review: ‘We Only See Each Other At Weddings & Funerals’

The opening scene got me hooked immediately! Kudos to the young girl at the pool, she’s absolutely brilliant at conveying a sweet, innocent romance and then the fear of suddenly and unexpectedly giving birth! The girl and guy are a very cute couple, and I kinda wanna know more about them. And the concern that the guy shows when the girl doesn’t surface immediately after she’s jumped in the pool is so sweet. Also, those women in the pool are hilarious! They all scream in horror when they see the girl start to give birth in the pool and the next scene they're crowded around her, patting her hair and holding her hand! I do feel sorry for the girl though - I personally headcannon that she’s Vanya’s mother. They’re in Russia, as we can tell because they’re all speaking Russian, and Vanya is a diminutive form of the Russian (among others) name Ivan. It’s just an idea, but I like it!

Pogo’s VO (though of course, we don’t know it’s Pogo at this time) is nice - he’s got the kind of soothing and authoritative voice that makes you feel like everything’s gonna be okay. Nice bit of exposition too! ‘HE GOT SEVEN OF THEM’ hahahahaha!! Love the overdramatic text on-screen! Also, ‘Picture Book’ by The Kinks fits so nicely in this scene, the lyrics are a beautiful juxtaposition for the ‘family’ that they become and all the actors manage to walk perfectly on the beat. The swinging arms from Reginald though - every inch the pompous idiot we love to hate already! Though the nannies have some pomp and swagger too. Imagine how weird it’d be to see the Monoply man walking down the street followed by 7 women in the same outfit with prams though? The small, ridiculous moments make the series!

The intro to the siblings is one of my favourite moments in the entire series! It’s beautifully acted and edited and the music is perfect. When we see Vanya for the first time, the blue lighting she’s framed adds a sense of melancholy too the scene, and perfectly sets her up as a lonely woman and an outsider. Ahh, Tom Hopper! And his butt scratching! Love Luther’s intro, Vanya still playing the slow, melancholy music, emphasising that he’s lonely too. Bless him. As we move to Diego, bass, guitar and drums join the violin, which I love, as it gives the music a more dangerous and frantic edge to showcase what sort of person Diego is. Also, what a badass rip-off Batman with a Robin mask! Go Diego! Then we have Allison, appearing in that frankly stunning dress! The violin gets a solo her, possibly to emphasise her fame? Love how gorgeous and stylish she is. Those paps get on my nerves though, the fucking assholes. The music switches again, to a more sombre violin melody for Klaus, indicating his BAG of trauma. The music changes are very cleverly done. Also, the “I believe in you! You, not so much.” - instantly my fave!! And his outfit is on point! And, I just noticed that when the clinic worker says “Stay sober.”, Klaus just shakes his head!

Then we go back to a nice, slow violin solo, indicating loneliness. Poor Luther, stranded on the moon all alone. Though, he’s the only one that finds out about Reginald’s death directly?! The others all find out from the TV, or in Allison’s case, the paps! Who’s the favourite son?! Also, those paps? Twats! Insensitive twats! Ugh! Moving on - love the rock version of ‘The Music of the Night’ that starts playing when Klaus gets resuscitated! It works so well with the scene and his manic attitude. The way he high fives the paramedic makes me laugh every time though! I love Klaus, can you tell? A very solid introduction to Klaus’ character, to all of them in fact. The finish with Vanya’s sad sounding solo is a beautiful end to the scene. Also, when the lights go off and we have the establishing shot of the theatre, Vanya looks so small and alone. I just want to wrap her in a hug and tell her that everything will be okay. The way she says “Dad” as well, so soft and sad, gets me. Bless her tiny heart, she’s so cute! Ellen Page is such a brilliant actress, portraying sadness, loneliness and shyness at the same time.

The way they show the passage of time through the photographs is really clever - a brilliant idea! The way we see 2 pictures, then suddenly one kid is missing and we get shown the solitary painting of Five, then we see 2 more pictures, after being shown Ben’s statute? Cleverly done, and deepens the mystery of the missing numbers! Moving on again - the house is a brilliant set and so well-designed. Mom’s intro, with her staring into nothing is weird, but we know right from the get go that this is weird. Another mystery! And the actress who plays Mom is so pretty! Just had to say that! Love her outfits too!

The reunion - when everything starts to go to shit, though of course, we don’t know that yet. The way Allison is cloaked in shadow on the stairs as she comes towards Vanya - like she’s a threat? Very clever. Also, the tone that she says “You’re actually here” in, bitchy much? But, siblings I guess! I don’t know, I don’t have any. The hug is nice though, and Allison makes more of an effort to interact with Vanya than the rest of them. FUCK OFF DIEGO, with you’re “You don’t belong here!” Stop being an asshole to tiny, adorable Ellen Page! The beginning of my dislike for Number 2, I’m afraid. Sorry, Diego fans! Not happy with him atm! Allison sasses him though, go Allison! And the way she re-assures Vanya. Bless!

Luther, WTF are you doing sneaking around? Hmm. Ah, and here comes the tense brotherly banter between #1 and #2. It’s pretty funny, but you can smell the rivalry a mile away! And Luther, just forget the monocle. Forget it! Jeez! Loving Diego’s sass though, very good at low blows isn’t he? And finally, the famous book - I’d read it! Looks interesting. I kinda want to know what she says in it, don’t you? And there’s Pogo! Is it bad that when I first watched this, I wasn’t even surprised to see a walking, talking monkey reach out to hug Vanya? Welp, I feel like that says something about me. I liked him straight away, he’s so kind to Vanya and his voice is very soothing. I don’t know okay, it just is?!

The backstory isn’t exactly subtle, the whole “How long has it been since Five disappeared?”, but it works. The whole interaction between Vanya and Pogo, when they talk about Five, makes me so sad for Vanya. The way she said “I used to leave the lights on for him” tells me that they had a pretty close bond before Five up and left, even when I first watched the show. It just made me feel for Vanya’s character more, she’s so sweet and she clearly misses Five a whole lot.

They all seem to wander round the house a lot, don’t they? Memories I suppose. The flashback scene here cemented my hatred for Reginald, it takes 2 seconds to say goodnight to your kids!! Fucking dick! Also, looking at the kids breaks my heart even more - Ben and Five are looking at Reginald all hopeful, Klaus clearly knows Reginald doesn’t give a shit, leaning against the doorframe with a ‘I don’t care’ expression on his face, Vanya hiding in the background, slightly separate from the rest of them. They break my heart. Great acting from the kids btw! And the way Ben looks back at Reginald, still hoping, and Luther guides him away - aww!

And back to the present - “Where’s the cash Dad?” Klaus!! XD The gigantic, adorable smile Klaus has when he sees Allison, and he immediately goes for a hug is so sweet! I get the feeling that Klaus genuinely cares about his siblings, but he masks a lot of his true feelings. That could be interesting to explore in a fic. The hug is very tense though - Allison recoils from him and awkwardly pats his back - as if she’s too good for him? Clearly not sure how to feel about him. Klaus in this scene is great, and was already my favourite at this point when I first watched. Though Allison does snort at his jokes, so perhaps they were close once? I want more Allison and Klaus interaction is Season 2! They could be an amazing duo!

And then Luther ruins the moment, with his “Get out of his chair.” Jeez, Luther, lighten up? Also, this is the first time you’ve seen them in years and that’s your opening line? Way to go big boy. I do love Robbie in that cropped shirt though, and the coat is awesome! Allison, I see you laughing at Klaus! I see you! Also - how the hell did that box fit in his trousers?! XD I’ll leave you be Luther, ‘cause you’re taking the piss out of Diego and it’s funny. Though I’m slightly uncomfortable. Allison & Luther stare at each other with so much longing, and I just...ugh! Also, I know this whole Patrick & Claire situation is supposed to make us feel sympathy for Allison, but immediately saying “shit” when you hear that he got custody, like - don’t judge? It could be a good thing? Don’t assume that Allison didn’t do anything wrong. Sorry, just, the bias. And so begins my dislike of Luther!

The tense silence in the sitting room. Family’s, am I right? Also, Klaus steals every scene he’s in, especially in that skirt! “And here we go,” Preach Diego! Here comes the family dysfunction. Also, how does no one laugh at Klaus? Can you imagine how many bloopers there must be? C’mon Netflix, give me! The family dysfunction is strong, though. “Sober up.” - it’s not that fucking simple Luther! There’s a long hard road to sobriety, even after withdrawals, so just shut up and leave Klaus the fuck alone, yeah? You are part of the problem, the reason why Klaus is the way he is. Just...can you tell I dislike Luther a bit?

And here’s Diego, who I also dislike, but at least he actually addresses Klaus like he’s a PERSON! So, I like him slightly more. And Luther totally suspects Diego of killing their father. None of the other siblings, just Diego. You can see it in his face. “I’m just gonna go an murder mom” I love Klaus so much! XD And the way they all file out while Luther stands there like an idiot...

The whole flashback scene, to the bank, is AMAZING, all the kids are great and its a great way of showcasing all their powers (bar Klaus’) and what they had to experience. Also, we get some Five and Ben content! Yay! Five’s sass immediately endeared me too him. Poor Ben “C’mon Ben”, Jeez Luther, do you ever stop being an ass?! And there’s Kenny’s mom, running out the bank! Poor Ben again, he clearly hates his power and using it. And being covered in all that blood. Also, can we talk about Klaus leaning on Five when they get outside?! And Five lets him?! I want more Klaus and Five in Season 2 as well, pretty please? And then here comes Reginald, telling Vanya she’s not special. Great parenting strategy asshat! Also, “six children”, GET FUCKED REGGIE! That reporter made me laugh though, the “Are you concerned about the welfare of the children?” one. Nope, no he is not. Take them away from him please!

Those posters, in the hallway outside the bedrooms, fuck, they’re disturbing! G is for gouge? Fuck me. And here we are, the ‘A+L’ locket. Slightly weirded out by it. Also, love the symbolism of the siblings being scattered throughout the house all in different rooms. Shows how fractured they are at the moment.

AND NEED I SAY ANYTHING ABOUT THE MASTERPIECE THAT IS THE DANCE SCENE?!

“Daddy?” Klaus, I can’t even...XD What was with the fire extinguisher as well? Darling, I love you, but really? “Yeah, get behind us!” cough*toxic masculinity*cough! Now is not the time to try and be the alpha male Diego. Also, Klaus seems to have the most common sense - “I vote for running!” - yep, great idea! Common sense, folks, from the super high medium! Five’s entrance is pretty great though, but I’ll just say this - if it was my sibling that I hadn’t seen for 17 years? I’d be hugging him so tight, regardless whether he likes touch or not. Just saying. I like how we have Five falling right back into the family as if he were never gone, as if him being 13 isn’t a big deal, the banter is great. I also like how he doesn’t look at his siblings at all, and then he looks up for the first time since being inside, and it’s to compliment Klaus. Such a small yet sweet moment in the series. Underappreciated, I feel. Five doesn't seem like the type to give compliments often. The “Well you would if you were smarter”!XD 2nd favourite sibling, here we come! This whole kitchen scene was a great setup for the sibling dynamics.

The elusive Ben is finally mentioned again. Creepy statue though. I love the fact that they all have big black umbrellas, and then there’s Klaus, with his little plastic one with pink trim! Diego again with the impeccable comedic timing “He was a monster”. And Mom is adorable, I love her so much. Here we go with Luther & Diego again, I guess. “Who’s the alpha male? I’m the alpha male!” Jeez. AGAIN? You 2 ever even tried being nice to each other? The fight scene is pretty cool though, the choreography is really well done. I love how we see them act more like a family here too, Vanya pulling Mom back and Klaus shoving Five out the way. Adorable! Allison’s got some deadpan! Like it. Diego, why are you such a dick? Especially to Vanya? She was trying, is trying, and you just...I’m so done with you and Luther. And y’all just gonna leave Klaus out there alone? Nice. Predication...

This training scene, reinforcing how AMAZING Reginald Hargreeves is as a parent! The tattoo scene too. Poor tiny little Klaus and Allison huddled together, and Ben, Luther and Five looking so scared/nervous. The way Vanya is left out - again - and draws her own tat. These poor abused kids guys! I just wanna hug ‘em all! Also, watching your kids sleep? Not creepy at all! And back from the flashback, Vanya leaving because she keeps being treated like crap. You know in nature programmes, when the baby animals bully the runt of the litter out? Yep. Loving the way Pogo is looking out for her though, clearly he cares about her a lot. Better Dad than Reggie! And no one notices she’s gone, that’s nice.

Love the entire kitchen interaction between Five, Klaus, Diego and Allison. Family banter again! Oh wait, they did notice Vanya left, they just didn’t care? Brilliant. Great family. Also, does Diego always need to be such a prick to his sisters? Asshole. Though I like the way he treats Klaus - he lets him hitch a ride despite knowing that he could leave without him, and listens to him more than the others do. Though you can see David trying not to laugh at Rob’s ‘hippo’ line in the scene. God, he seems like so much fun!

The scene at Griddy’s is just, simply awesome. Love Agnes, she’s so sweet. Five’s fake smile has me in hysterics every time though! The tow truck driver is very nice, buying for a ‘weird kid’ he doesn’t know. The fight scene, again, is perfect, and the juxtaposition of the upbeat tune “Istanbul Not Constantinople” in the background, just...chef’s kiss! Poor Five didn’t get his coffee though. The quest for Five to have a decent cup of coffee begins! Aidan is a phenomenal actor too, absolutely brilliant! Love the tightening of his tie as he walks away, the cocky little shit!XD Poor Agnes.

The intro to Ben is funny, and cleverly placed so that it doesn’t feel forced, it just fits with the story of the episode. Also, Diego’s a dramatic bitch. But he cares about Klaus. So, we’ll see, I guess. A nice little interaction between 2 brother (3, sorry Ben!) that love each other. Nice to have a moment of the siblings being, ‘normal’, for want of a better word. Vanya and Five interaction, yay! “Rapists can cimb” - Five, no!XD Funny, but...Anyway, I like the relationship between these two. The way he comes to her and trusts her the most and lets her touch him and clean his wound. I love it. The flashback to Five hurts, because he really was just a kid then and I feel so maternal about that...I’m not the only one, right? Aidan’s phenomenal acting again. I love the cliff hanger of the world ending in 8 days. Got me hooked. Also, Van’s response is perfect - “I’ll put on a pot of coffee.” I love you Vanya! XD

Alright, I know it was long, but it’s over now. Thanks for reading all of it, if you did. I don’t know when I’ll get around to the 2nd episode, but hopefully it’ll be soon. Hope you all enjoyed my ramblings! x

#tua #the umbrella academy #the umbrella academy review #tua episode 1 #review/rant thing #hope you enjoy!

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saintshinsou · 5 years ago

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“BIG MISTAKE”

anonymous: Hiya~ do you think you can do a hc (or whatever u feel like) for overhaul's quirkless s/o getting really sick? I feel like it would be so crazy lol

small imagine + headcanons

he would for sure be pissed at YOU for getting sick

in his eyes, you should've been paying more attention to your health not only for your benefit but most importantly, for his

you should've realized that with the amount of time you two spent together, you being sick is equal to him getting sick

and god forbid, you get him sick

he would absolutely never forgive you for getting him sick

for infection him with all these disgusting germs

you’d be stuck suffering as he took out his anger on you with his quirk

making you feel the ‘pain’ he’d be feeling even though you're both sick

really, he’s a dumbass, an overdramatic one

but yes, if you got sick

you better be prepared to face his wrath

your quirk-less attribute won't save you from his wrath

he’ll be yelling at you, furious and disgusted

eventually he'd get over it though

thinking that he's the only one who can ‘cure’ you from this sickness

would be doing everything he could to help you recover successfully and quickly

he does still slightly care don't get me wrong

he’ll feel a tad bad for being so mean but in his eyes, you deserved it

he HAS to be hard on you to prevent this from happening again

he still luvs u though

How dare she.

How dare she disobey him so badly to the point where he felt like retching at the sight of her physical form? To the point where his usual sense of peace around her was ripped apart from him due to her careless actions? All she had to do was follow simple directions, a routine that he had written out for her in precise detail every morning to prevent this exact situation from ever happening in his presence, yet she couldn’t even give him that. She must have missed something, there was no way this was his fault. Chisaki did everything in his power to prevent himself and herself from getting sick so there was no way, no way in hell, that this was his fault and that’s what angered him most.

It was all out of his control now, her body had given into the vile sickness and left her weakened on their shared bed; a bed that they had just compromised on sharing a few days ago after she convinced him that she was pure enough to sleep next to him and here she was ruining it.

A once calm demeanor was missing from Chisaki as he paced furiously in his office. Gloved fingers violently scratched at the sides of his arms through his shirt as thoughts of him defenselessly laying in a bed littered with germs and viruses crossed his mind, wanting to rid himself of all of it as fast as his fingers could allow.

How dare she, he frantically thought again, unable to shake the image of her laying weakly in the guest room’s bed out. It was unfair to him, she should've been considerate of his feelings in this situation. Now, look at him. He was supposed to be finishing business meeting notes not stuck in a panicked frenzy because his significant other was stuck with the flu.

A pang of guilt struck his chest as he recalled how upset she looked at seeing him frustrated with her, stopping him in his tracks in the middle of his office as he collected his thoughts. Overhaul remembered that he could see the regret in her Y/E/C eyes, tears forming at the brim as her flushed lips continuously spit out apologies to him.

Sighing, he trudged over to the door of his office and headed over to the room she was being kept in. There was no point in leaving her on her own any longer. There would be no progression on her recovery if he wasn’t there to monitor it, making sure he did everything as perfectly as he could for a speedy and effective recovery. No one besides him would have been able to attend to her perfectly, making sure she gets everything she needs.

“Overhaul.”

Y/N’s voice was soft, as she sat up on the bed; a weak acknowledgment towards him. Usually, she would stop what she was doing and walk over to him at the door but Overhaul forgave her this time and accepted her just simply sitting up. Clearing his throat, the sound muffled behind his mask, he hesitantly headed over to the edge of the bed and took a seat at the opposite end.

“Y/N.”

Taking note at how her body relaxed when she realized his tone was free of hostility, unlike earlier, Overhaul placed a gentle hand over the blanket where her leg rested. Squeezing her leg in what he deemed a comforting way, the corner of his lips curled into a gentle smile when he felt her flinch under his touch. ‘She’s probably still scared from earlier’ was all he thought before moving on, knowing that his outburst from when he found out she was sick was a little too much.

“I apologize for acting so hasty earlier.” His eyes rested on her as she nodded at his words, taking in how beautiful she looked even with this sickness contaminating her usual pure and quirkiness self. “I hope the time I left you alone helped you realize your mistake and you grow from this. I would prefer for this to not be repeated again.”

“I understand and I’m so sorry.” Y/N weakly tried again, not wanting to anger him any more than she had earlier.

It wasn’t only the fact that she was sick that angered him but the fact that she had been trying to hide it for the whole morning from him. It was something that she would never repeat again; not wanting to bring the memory back to life.

“I know you are.”

#chisaki x reader #chisaki kai x reader #overhaul x reader #overhaul imagine #chisaki kai imagine #bnha imagine #overhaul headcannon

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kaffeinic · 5 years ago

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Caffeinic | Bang Chan

1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12 | Epilogue

Pairing: Reader x Barista!Bang Chan

Genre: Neutral // Slight Fluff // Romance

Warnings: Fem!Reader

Preamble: You’ve been going to the same coffee shop for the past four years. You’ve ordered the same thing almost every single day, and you never, ever skip on that part of your morning. So, when Mrs. Park hired a new barista and the once serene café was suddenly flooded with people every second of the day, you were less than thrilled.

It’s the day of the party, and you’re currently standing dead center in the middle of your bedroom, - which is completely covered from corner to corner in clothes and hangers - trying to find something, anything, that you can wear.

The problem isn’t that nothing looks good. You personally like your style. The problem is that you don’t know how to dress. You know that you asked to not go in the water, but should you wear a swimsuit and/or something beachy anyway? Should you just show up in something casual, like a hoodie or t-shirt?

This is the only thing you’ve been doing for three hours straight.

Growling in frustration, you carefully tip-toed out of the room using the tiny bits of floor that were still visible to avoid dirtying your clothes. It was then that you heard your phone vibrate from the other side of the room.

Turning back around with a sprinkle or two of colourful language, you made your way back to your phone, checking the text. It was from Junseok.

Hey! We decided not to go to the pool. Are you cool with just being at the apartment?

You squealed in delight. This essentially eliminated the inner turmoil you had been completely overdramatizing, causing a wave of relief to rush through your body.

Yeah, of course! Same time?

You replied to him, tapping your foot as you waited eagerly for his response.

Yeah. See you then!

You smiled from ear to ear and threw on a change of clothes, which consisted of a white sweater, ripped blue jeans, and a pair of white adidas. You styled your hair and threw a few items in your book bag - whose old contents were neatly stacked on your desk - and walked out of the front door.

Junseok’s apartment was within walking distance, so you took your time and enjoyed the sounds of birds and people chatting in the distance. It took about ten minutes to get there, give or take. Junseok’s apartment was pretty much the exact same type as yours, so you already felt a bit of comfort knowing the general layout of the place. When you arrived at the door, you could faintly hear pop music playing inside. You knocked, fixing your bag to lie better on your shoulder. Your friend - honestly, more of an acquaintance - greeted you with a smile.

“Y/n! I’m happy to see you! Come on in!” He was absolutely beaming, very proud of the party he had put together. There were already seven people chatting in various sizes of groups in the living room, and you could hear more people around the corner in the kitchen. You didn’t smell booze, and internally thanked Junseok for that.

“Thanks for inviting me.” You said, stepping inside and taking a better look.

“Just make yourself at home. The bathroom is upstairs-” He paused. “Wait. You said you lived in the neighbourhood; you probably already knew that.” He began to chuckle in embarrassment, scratching the back of his neck. “Anyway, I hope you have some fun!” With that, he waved and walked off to speak to more of the guests.

You found yourself suddenly very uncomfortable. Apart from Junseok, you recognized no one. According to your memory, you haven’t ever been to a party like this. You awkwardly held your arms and moved towards a wall in the living room that separated it from the kitchen. You could still hear the buzzing of voices from around the corner. Most of the conversations revolved around gossip and/or dating. You began to notice that many people were in different corners of the house, making out unapologetically. You scowled in disgust.

You reached into your book bag, groping blindly for your phone. If you didn’t know anyone here, you would at least try to act like you knew people who wanted to talk elsewhere. You had your phone opened to the texting application, swiping up and down to seem like you were doing something. Getting bored, you looked up coffee art on Instagram.

Most of what you saw was latte art, but you found yourself drooling over the intricately designed cakes as well. Suddenly, you wanted coffee. Gee, I wonder why. You shook off the thought, continuing scrolling through the videos. You came across one from the Parks’ café and couldn’t resist watching.

You saw Mrs. Park at the counter, talking gleefully to the camera, explaining the types of coffee you could buy there. In the background, you saw that same head of curly blonde hair that greeted you when you would enter the shop. Chan was called over to the camera to show the cup of coffee he had just made. It looked delicious. Someone cleared their throat behind you, breathing on your neck.

You instinctively scooted away and gave a warning. “I’m not interested in you or making out with you in the back room. Go away.”

“I mean, I wasn’t planning on it, but it’s good to know you’re not here for a one night stand.” Chan’s voice sounded playful. You looked up to see the man with arms folded, leaning against the wall next to you. “I didn’t expect to see you here.”

He wore a white hoodie with a black leather jacket, ripped jeans, and boots. His hair was styled and he smelled of cologne.

“I didn’t expect you, either.” You raised an eyebrow. “Stalker.” Chan’s eyes widened and he took a moment to process your comment before laughing.

“I couldn’t let all of these guys pressure you into making out in- Where was it that you said? The back room?” He smiled gleefully and you returned the gesture. “Remember when I told you I had a friend that lived near you? It’s Junseok.”

“Wow. I only got invited as a favour to a friend.” You rolled your eyes, not entirely faking the pain.

“I didn’t say anything to him. He called me yesterday to ask if I’d like to come over tonight.” Chan moved closer and turned to face you. “Maybe it was fate?” With that, you giggled, immediately embarrassed that his stupid joke made you laugh.

“Jokes aside, I’m glad to see you. It’s... uncomfortable here.” You looked down, placing your phone in your pocket.

“Can’t say I’m not surprised.” Chan replied. “You’re more of a studious, introverted type. When I said I didn’t expect you to be here, I meant it.” He smiled at you again, making you forget everything else around you - even the loud sounds of melodramatic storytelling coming from the kitchen. You turned to face Chan.

“I honestly don’t know what I’m doing here.” You admitted, looking down. Chan’s hand wrapped around your shoulder.

“You don’t need to stay. I could take you back home.” He offered. You smiled at his kindness and shook your head.

“I think I’ll try to stay a bit longer. I need life experiences that don’t involve a textbook and laptop.” You said. Chan’s hand left your shoulder and returned to its original position in his pocket as he looked at you.

“You can be my lost puppy if you want to.” He said. Your brows furrowed in confusion.

“Your what..?”

“You can follow me around. Or not. It’s just an option.” He replied. You had a Eureka moment and nodded.

“What were you planning on doing?” You asked.

“I was going to swim, but it seems we aren’t going to the pool. I feel cheated.” He said, eyes narrowing at Junseok from across the room. “The only reason I came is because he said we would go swimming.” You laughed at his annoyance and looked back at Junseok. He was chatting happily when he turned to you and waved Chan over.

“Yo, come over here. I want you to meet someone.” He said. Chan looked at you and ushered you to follow him. You two walked up to Junseok to see a very pretty - albeit very snobby looking - girl. She smiled at Chan and waved.

“Hello.” Chan said. The girl all but made heart eyes at him.

“Hey there. I’m Kim Seoyeon.” She said. You looked down, immediately uncomfortable. Was Junseok trying to play matchmaker? You thought Chan was into you. He held out his hand politely and she shook it.

“You need a girl, bro. I think you’d like Seoyeon here. She models.” Junseok said. You could tell that he meant no harm, but it still hurt. Chan smiled.

“It’s nice to meet you, Seoyeon, but I have my eyes on someone right now.” Chan moved a bit closer to you, and your heart fluttered. Did he just reject her to try to make a relationship with you?

“With this?” She said, looking at you with disgust. “You’ve gotta be kidding. I’m way prettier.”

“No, you’re not.” Chan said. He looked at you and gestured you to walk away with him. Before leaving, he turned to Junseok. “Thanks anyway, mate.” Junseok’s eyes were wide with surprise from the last few moments that transpired, but he looked at you and frowned.

“But Seoyeon is more your type. Y/n is my-” He stopped himself. “Not your type.” It was at that moment that you understood what was going on. Junseok invited you because he liked you, and when he saw you chatting with Chan, he wanted to deter the two of you from getting too close.

“I’m sorry. I’m not interested. Maybe you could date her, if you really think she’s that pretty.” He said. Something told you that Chan had figured out what was going on, too. He didn’t seem happy about it. You looked around, then held up your hands.

“Hey, guys- I think I’ll just go home. It’s okay.” You said. Both of the boys looked at you with disappointment.

“No, please don’t leave. I invited you here.” Junseok said.

“It’s okay, I can see you at the university.” You replied.

“But, Y/n-” Junseok tried to argue, but Seoyeon cut him off.

“If she wants to leave, let her leave.” She said. Though you knew her ulterior motive behind that remark, you still were happy that she wasn’t opposed. Junseok looked defeated.

“Alright. I’ll see you tomorrow?” He asked. You nodded.

“Yeah, of course.” You said with a smile. He held the back of his neck, smiling.

“Bye!” You waved to him and Seoyeon and headed for the door. You heard Chan’s footsteps follow you.

“I said I would take you home, and it’s dark now.” He explained. “May I?” You looked up at him and smiled.

“You should go enjoy the party.”

“Snobby girls, no pool, an inevitable awkward conversation with my friend, and a lack of my favourite coffee addict? I think I’ll pass.” He opened the door for you. “Let’s go.” You stepped outside.

“Thanks, Channie.” You said. He smiled again at the nickname.

“Oh, I love that.” He walked toward his car and opened the passenger door.

“What a gentleman.” You said, taking a seat. He grinned and closed the door. When he sat down, he shoved his keys into the ignition and started the engine.

“Y/n?” He said. You looked up at him quizzically. “I don’t want you to think I’m looking for anything else on the side.” He said. It took a moment for you to process.

“I know.” You said. “It was pretty obvious.” You laughed at the situation. Chan didn’t laugh, but he did smile.

“Thank you.”

“Why are you thanking me?”

“I-” He began. “I don’t know. For everything.” You two sat in silence for most of the ride, which was only a couple of minutes. You seriously could have walked home yourself.

When he pulled up into your parking lot, he didn’t say anything. After an awkward silence, you began to gather your things and open the door.

“Y/n, could I have your phone number?” He asked. You smiled and nodded, reaching in your bag for your phone. It was a new number that you weren’t too sure you had memorized. You definitely didn’t want to give Chan a fake number by mistake. You continued searching in your bag, but failed to find the device.

“Where’s my phone?” You asked yourself. Chan looked around the dashboard and the floor where you sat.

“Should we go back?” He asked. You nodded.

“Yeah.”

Fast forward a few minutes and you were back at the party again. You and Chan opened the door and looked around, but didn’t see it anywhere. Junseok and Seoyeon came up behind you with confused and/or concerned looks on their faces.

“What are you looking for?” The boy asked. You didn’t really look at him, but you replied.

“My phone. I know I had it when I got here.” You explained. From behind, unbeknownst to you or the two men, Seoyeon smiled devilishly.

“I could try calling it.” Junseok offered. You nodded, then stopped him after a moment.

“It’s on vibrate. Crap.” You muttered. Seoyeon fiddled with the device in her pocket, shutting it down. After a few moments, you and Chan gave up and left. After saying your goodbyes, you plopped on your bed, exhausted.

You went to sleep that night with a sinking feeling in your stomach. Something didn’t feel right.

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can’t breathe when you touch my sleeve - chapter 7

pairing: dan howell/phil lester

rating: e (eventually)

warnings: none

tags: alternate universe, slow burn, fluff & humour, tiny bit of inner turmoil wrt sexuality but trust me it’s not that deep, eventual smut, idiots in love

word count: 5,009 for this chapter (30,147 total)

summary: Dan keeps making a fool of himself in interviews, to the point where it’s basically a meme. Now he’s got to sit down for the better part of an hour and sell his show to the YouTuber he’d had a massive crush on when he was a teenager.

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quick question are you home

I am! Not for long tho. What's up?

Dan swears under his breath and hits the call button on his mobile, looking out the window so he doesn't have to feel the Uber driver's judgemental eyes on him.

"Hey!" Phil answers, bright and happy and god Dan is glad he's doing this.

"Hi," says Dan. He can't help the warmth in his own voice, the barely-suppressed enthusiasm at simply hearing Phil for the second time today. "Sorry I went radio silent for like an hour. I was actually on a plane."

There's a sound like a cupboard door closing, followed by the telltale pouring of either cereal or dog food. With Phil, it really could go either way.

"On a plane?" Phil asks. "Thought you were staying another night."

"I was supposed to," says Dan. His heart is pounding. He is only ten minutes from Phil's front door, if Phil wants him.

"Are you doing a bunk?" Phil laughs, the sound of it warming Dan from his ears to his toes. "Where did you go? Surely saying my name on the radio wasn't so awful that you had to flee the country?"

"It was," says Dan, barking a laugh of his own. "But, no, I'm... back in London. I'm practically round the corner, actually, if you wanna... grab dinner? Or something?"

What feels like an entire minute of silence follows Dan's awkward suggestion, but it's probably more like five seconds. It's enough time for his palms to start sweating, in any case. He's about to laugh and say 'gotcha!' and act like this was all a grand joke before going to a hotel to cry, when Phil responds.

"Oh, Dan," he says, apologetic, and Dan wonders how much he'd have to tip his Uber driver to plunge them both into the Thames.

"Sorry, it's stupid," says Dan. "I wasn't even -"

Phil interrupts him. "It's not stupid, don't be an idiot, I want to see you."

"Oh."

"Yeah," says Phil, "but I have dinner plans with my family. Mum and dad are flying out of Heathrow tomorrow for holiday and wanted to see us before they leave."

"Oh," Dan says again. He doesn't really see why that's an issue. Sure, they won't be able to Talk with a capital T or anything, but he still wants to see Phil so badly that it's going to give him a stomach ache. "Well, I can - I mean, if that's not too weird for you or whatever, I'd - if you want -"

"Are you going to finish one of those sentences?"

"Fuck off." Dan takes a deep, steadying breath. "What I'm saying is that I wouldn't mind meeting your family. Or I could just hang out with Thor until you get back, or whatever."

Another beat of silence, this one longer. Finally, Phil says, "You want to meet my family?", in such a skeptical tone of voice that Dan is offended despite not, in fact, being certain about it at all.

"Well, shit, I don't have to," says Dan, miffed. "You met mine, though."

"I met your coworkers, Dan."

"Yeah, and they're practically my family."

"This is literally my family," says Phil. He exhales, sounding for all the world like he's pinching his nose between his finger and thumb like an overdramatic librarian. "Dan, are you going to be a fucking brat if I say no?"

"Not if you don't really want me there," Dan mumbles. He's a little taken aback by how okay he is with Phil calling him a fucking brat. It hits him right on an edge of shame that could tumble way too easily into arousal if he were to let it.

Phil sighs again. "No, that's not it. I want you there. You wanna drop your stuff off at my place?"

"Yeah," Dan says sheepishly. "I'm almost there, just coming from the airport."

When Dan pulls up to the kerb outside the familiar row of narrow buildings, he sees Phil waiting for him with this resigned, amused sort of smile and his hands in his pockets. He's wearing a plaid shirt and a denim jacket with ripped jeans, looking for all the world like he's stepped out of a 90s grunge band.

He comes over to help Dan with his bags, laughing a bit. "You really came right here, huh? Hi."

"Told you I did," says Dan. On impulse, he wraps an arm around Phil's shoulders in a half-hug. He can smell Phil's cologne so strongly where his nose presses against Phil's neck, and it makes his head spin a bit. "Hi yourself."

It takes all of Dan's self control not to just kiss Phil here on the pavement in front of god and everyone, drag him downstairs by the lapels and make him forget everything that isn't Dan's name. It's very, very tempting, but Dan knows how much Phil loves his parents, how little they get to see each other, so. He pulls away from the hug without doing anything stupid and meets Phil's eyes with a little smile.

"Jaime and Patrick still in Dublin?" Phil asks, leading the way into his home and down the stairs.

The fact that his back is to Dan helps the ease of answering. "Yeah. I came back early because," he says, then pauses. "I missed London."

Phil grins over his shoulder as he gets the flat's door open. "London missed you."

Dan smiles back, wide and open. He's got no reason to hold back now. They don't have time to talk before they leave - Dan doesn't think he'll be able to go anywhere once he's allowed to put his hands on Phil - but that doesn't mean Dan can't already be obvious about why he's here.

The apartment is dimly lit tonight, all the candles blown out in anticipation of Phil leaving for a couple of hours and only a string of fairy lights and one lamp turned on.

Dan's luggage gets dropped unceremoniously in the entry, because both of them are suddenly busy with a very excited dog zooming around their ankles and threatening to trip them up. Dan laughs and sinks to the floor, letting Thor jump up on him and lick his face. He ends up flat on his back, again, giggling helplessly while Thor wiggles around on his chest.

"Why do you rile him up?" Phil asks, doing a very admirable job of sounding exasperated. His soft expression tells Dan how he's really feeling.

"He's cute," says Dan. He noses at one of Thor's ears. "And soft. And I like him."

"Seems like he feels the same way about you," says Phil.

"We're best friends, aren't we, Thor?" Dan coos, sitting up enough to shift Thor's weight to his lap. It's easier to give him pats like this. "Yes we are! We are! You're the cutest dog in the world!"

"That's true," says Phil. He crouches down beside them and scratches behind Thor's ear. His eyes meet Dan's, and they both smile.

This is exactly the kind of domestic fantasy Dan has decided to embrace. He holds himself back from leaning in for a kiss, but only because he knows they have places to be. It's nice to know that if he did lean forward, Phil would let him. He likes that calm certainty.

"Are we going somewhere nice?" Dan thinks to ask. "Should I change?"

"Nowhere fancy," says Phil. He reaches out and tugs at one of Dan's hoodie strings. "But maybe a different top layer, there."

"I don't want to dig through my shit," Dan says, totally aware of how obvious he's being. Whatever, Phil was worse about stealing his sweatpants. "Have you got something I could borrow?"

Phil rolls his eyes like he sees right through Dan and tugs at the other string, just to be a dick. "Yeah, alright, borrow. Sure. So if I can't find it next week, that's a coincidence?"

"I'm not responsible for you losing shit, mate."

"Fuck off," Phil says warmly. He stands up, wincing as his knees make a funny crick of a noise. "I'll be right back, but then we're leaving, okay? I don't want to be late. Get your puppy cuddles in now."

Dan grins down at Thor and gives him softer pats with both hands, trying to calm him down a bit. His fluffy fur is so soft and his ears are perked up so happily that Dan might actually start crying. He loves dogs, generally, and he loves this dog, specifically.

Kind of like how he likes London, generally, and this apartment, specifically. How he's into guys, generally. Phil, specifically.

Thor does calm down fairly easily once Dan stops matching his high energy. He rests his chin on Dan's thigh, half on Dan's lap and half on the floor, and just hangs out there until Phil comes back from the bedroom area of his flat. He's holding another denim jacket, something Dan doesn't even own but apparently Phil has several of.

"It's just from Topman," Phil says, grinning down at Dan and Thor. "But it's the only black jacket I've got that isn't, like, a blazer. Would you prefer a blazer?"

Dan snorts. "Absolutely not."

It hurts him a bit to dislodge Thor and stand up, but Thor happily trots back to his bed and starts gnawing on one of his toys. Phil grins wider and hands over the jacket, which isn't even black. It's a dark grey, distressed, and the collar is fuzzy. Dan is going to steal this for sure.

Dan tugs his hoodie off over his head and tosses it at Phil. He laughs at the affronted look on Phil's face.

"I'm not your butler," Phil says. He hangs the hoodie up next to Thor's leash, anyway. Dan likes the look of it there. "Are you ready? I'll get a car."

The jacket fits Dan well enough. When he glances at himself in the mirror by the door, he decides that he likes the way it looks on him, too. It doesn't smell like Phil, just some generic detergent, but Dan still likes it anyway. Besides, his Yeezy t-shirt still has the faint scent of Phil clinging desperately to it. Dan wonders what it would be like to live in a world where all his clothes smelled like Phil in some capacity.

"Yeah," he says, still looking at the easy way he fits in this jacket, this flat. "I'm ready."

"Did you warn your family that I'm coming?" Dan asks, coming to a sudden stop before they reach the door of the restaurant and taking Phil's wrist so he stops, too. If he's going to be a surprise tagalong, he ought to know.

Phil blinks, then smiles. "I texted them, yeah."

"And they're, like," says Dan, chewing on his lower lip, "okay with it?"

A quick, reassuring squeeze of Dan's hand before Phil pulls his own hand back. Dan imagines that he is all too aware that they're out on the pavement on a rather busy street. He likes to think that Phil would hold his hand properly if they were somewhere more private and comfortable.

"They're okay with it," Phil assures him. "You'll probably hate how okay with it they are once they start interrogating you."

"They're gonna interrogate me?"

"Probably, I don't really know." Phil stuffs his hands in his pockets and looks away from Dan, into the window of the restaurant. "I've never brought someone to meet them before."

Dan's heart skips a beat. Phil is so carefully not looking at him, his profile lit by the evening sun and streetlights, and Dan can't remember him ever needing to break eye contact to say something. Phil has been the calm, confident one since they met.

Maybe this means something to Phil that Dan hadn't considered. He swallows hard. "Hey. If this is - weird, or whatever, I don't need to be here."

"It's not weird to me," says Phil. "I'm happy to bring you, I just really didn't expect it from you."

"What's that supposed to mean?" Dan asks.

Inviting himself to a family dinner just so he could spend more time with Phil was a bit cheeky of him, sure, but Dan doesn't know what the issue is, if Phil doesn't think it's weird.

Phil laughs softly, his eyes flickering back to Dan just for a moment. "You just keep... surprising me. You want me to tag you on Instagram, you want me to hang out with your friends, you want to meet my family. It's just not what I expected, I guess, since I know you're not, like, out."

"I - what?" Dan bleats, his blood rushing to his ears and making it harder to hear the surrounding din of London.

"It's fine," says Phil, misinterpreting the question. "I don't mind taking things slow, but we've been on, like, three and a half dates and you haven't kissed me, but you wanted to come tonight. You can see where I got surprised."

As soon as the initial shock settles, it hits Dan all at once: Phil thinks they've been dating this entire time. He thinks Dan wants to meet his parents as someone who he's been casually seeing, not as a friend who's been gathering the courage to push himself into something less platonic.

Dan has to bite back some hysterical laughter. Phil probably thinks he's the most frigid guy in the fucking world.

He's glad that Phil isn't looking at him, doesn't have to see the shellshocked confusion and inappropriate amusement that he knows is being broadcast across his face.

"Three and a half?" Dan repeats. His voice sounds far too high to his own ears.

"I don't really count drinking with your coworkers as a date," Phil laughs. He turns back to Dan, and Dan uses every ounce of his training to bring his expression back to something less telling. "No need to look so worried. My family's nice."

Dan is sure they are. He considers fleeing for half a second before he remembers that he wants to be with Phil.

He doesn't think this is a conversation that needs to happen on the pavement while people are waiting for them inside, so. He'll let Phil take the lead on the conversation and summon all the acting chops he has to make Phil's parents like him. Then, when they're alone again, Dan will be honest about the misunderstanding.

On the bright side, he can absolutely pitch this concept to a Netflix producer as an oblivious lesbian romantic comedy. He's just annoyed at himself for making him live it.

This is ridiculous. He is in a ridiculous situation right now. Before he follows Phil inside, he texts Jaime a quick, ok so im in a romcom after all and in a shocking twist of events im also very very stupid.

WHAT DID YOU DO

Dan doesn't reply, because he has to get into role now as someone who totally knew that the coffee and the Chinese food and the hungover vegging out were Dates.

Phil's parents do seem nice, which is something of a relief. His mum is a tiny whirlwind of cheer, giving Phil a hug and a few kisses to his pink face before she turns to Dan and exclaims, "You must be Daniel!"

She hugs him, too. It's an odd sensation for Dan, but he awkwardly pats her on the back. "Yeah, uh, hi. Sorry for crashing your party."

"Nonsense," she says, with such feeling that Dan actually believes her.

"Dan, these are my parents," Phil says unnecessarily, sliding into the booth across from a quiet man with Phil's smile. "Kath and Nigel."

"Nice to meet you, Dan," Nigel says, taking the name cue from Phil. He shakes Dan's hand when he sits down next to Phil. It makes Dan a little emotional, seeing these people genuinely pleased to meet him, even though he's a man.

"Daniel, sir," Dan corrects him politely. He gives Phil a sidelong look. "Only this one calls me Dan."

Phil just shrugs, looking a little smug.

"Your brother should be here soon," Kath says, looking over the drink menu. "Any idea if he's bringing Cornelia? I have a scarf to give back to her."

"You could always just give it to Martyn," Phil suggests. They both laugh.

"Yeah, alright, love, if I want it to get lost on the way."

Dan bites his lip and looks at his own menu. Phil is so comfortable with his parents in a way that he doesn't know if he could ever be with his own. Even if he were to let them into his life and they were to accept him for it, he thinks it might be too late for them to really bond.

Now's not the time for this crisis on top of the one he's already having, though. He tunes back into the conversation, which is still on the whereabouts of Phil's brother.

Nigel notices him looking up from the table and gives him a smile that's all Phil, reassuring and a little sheepish. "So, Daniel, tell us about yourself. Phil hasn't told us anything but your name."

"Must be ashamed of us," Kath sniffles, overdramatic, and Dan decides he likes her.

"I'm just not that interesting," Dan laughs.

A little scoff comes from beside Dan. "Shut up," says Phil. "Dad, Dan is one of the stars of that Netflix show Heatwave. He's just being modest."

"Oh, yes," says Nigel, a spark of recognition going off. "It's been in our list for a while, hasn't it, dear?"

"It has," Kath agrees. She beams at Dan in a way that radiates pride, and he almost can't look at her. It's too sincere, too open. He wants to hide away from it. "That's lovely, Daniel, you must work very hard."

Luckily, Dan is saved from having to think of something appropriate to say instead of just crying on her shoulder by the arrival of a lanky man.

"Budge up," he tells Dan. He's got the same air of familiarity that Kath had, that Phil had back when they met. It occurs to Dan that he's been chalking that up to Phil's media training, and the real answer may just be that this is the way he was raised to act. He already feels more comfortable here than he has at a table of his own family members for many, many years.

Dan scoots over, closer to Phil. Their thighs press together through their tight jeans, and Dan wonders if Phil can feel the heat radiating off him in waves. He kind of expects Phil to shuffle along the bench, too, but he stays where he is.

"Manners," Kath scolds as he folds himself into the booth beside Dan.

"Oh, right," says Martyn. He grins and offers a hand for Dan to shake. He has a loose grip, like he doesn't care to make a specific impression. Dan likes that, so used to too-firm handshakes and weird manly pats on the back from the people he interacts with at work. "Alright, mate?"

"Alright," says Dan. "I'm Daniel. You must be Martyn, unless you're Cornelia and another tall man is joining us."

"Don't think we can fit another around this table," Martyn says easily. "Nah, Corn's at home. She's feeling a bit ill, sends her love." The last part is directed to Kath and Nigel, who nod in eerie synchronicity.

"I'll have to give her scarf back on our way back," says Kath.

Their waitress arrives then, and Dan finds it entertaining to watch as three Lesters subtly compete to make her laugh while she takes everybody's drink order. He catches Nigel's eye and they exchange a small grin. Dan has never considered himself particularly quiet - he's more like the local class clown, no matter how old he gets - but he's content to sit back and let Phil and Martyn argue around him while Kath asks the waitress about her day.

She looks almost prepared for it when she turns to Dan, so he dimples up at her and says, "I like your nail polish."

"Thank you," she says, still smiling but looking more and more like she wishes she'd given this table to someone else. Dan takes pity on her, doesn't try to drag out the joke longer like he normally would.

"Wish I could pull off that colour," he adds, his heart pounding even though Phil's family probably won't judge him for it. "And, uh, I'll have a mojito, if that's okay?"

"If that's okay?" Phil murmurs into Dan's ear, making him shiver.

"Shut up," Dan whispers back, stepping on Phil's foot under the table. Phil kicks him back lightly.

"Absolutely vile," Martyn says in the sort of easy tone that comes from chirping people you love. He doesn't sound at all like he means it. Dan's shoulders tense anyway. Phil's grin flickers, like he notices.

"Shut up, Mar," Phil suggests, mildly enough that his parents can't reprimand him for it if they were the type to.

Martyn shrugs and starts talking to his mum about something that Dan can't follow, so he doesn't try to. Now that nobody is paying attention to them, Dan drops his hand to Phil's knee and squeezes. It's a thank you and a reassurance that he's fine, all in one.

With a small smile curling at the corners of his lips, Phil puts a hand over Dan's and leaves it there. His palm has got a very slight chill to it, like Phil is somehow cold despite being pressed against Dan in the corner of a booth.

They're practically holding hands. Dan turns his own hand over and links their fingers together in a fit of desire to say that he is holding Phil's hand. Dan is holding a man's hand under a table in public, with that man's family chatting around them, and his heart is fucking pounding like he's trying to run a marathon. He hopes his palm isn't sweaty.

If it is, Phil shows no inclinations of pulling his hand back anyway.

As the evening goes on, Dan finds himself relaxing more and more. The Lesters are warm and funny people to be around, talking over each other comfortably and doing their best to include Dan in jokes. The food is good, too, which is always a core part of Dan's happiness.

But the fact that Phil hasn't let go of his hand this whole time is really what's making Dan feel at peace. Their dominant hands are free to eat with, so they just... don't pull away.

Dan has a silly thought, somewhere in the back of his mind, that he always wants to eat on Phil's left. The mental image of them trying to be pressed this close together on their dominant sides, elbows knocking while they try to eat, is enough to make Dan swallow a giggle.

Phil's family don't ask him too many questions, but Dan finds himself offering the information anyway. He finds that he wants to impress them, make them think that maybe he's good enough for their son.

"I went to uni in Manchester," he says when Nigel says he misses the city sometimes. "I - didn't finish, I moved to Chicago."

"That's quite a long way to move," says Kath. "Whatever drew you there, love?"

For a moment, Dan thinks about lying. Surely Phil's parents would like him more if he was responsible, followed a job or even a relationship to America, but Phil is looking at him so curiously that he has to tell them the truth.

"I wanted to pursue acting in America," says Dan. "And a friend in Chicago said I could stay in their spare room. Then they rented out the spare room before I got there and neglected to tell me, and I ended up couchsurfing for a bit until I could afford to go to L.A., which sucked."

"That's impressive, actually," Martyn says around a mouthful of pasta.

"Manners," Kath scolds again, reaching across the table to swat lightly at Martyn's wrist. She gives Dan a warm smile. "He's right, Daniel, that was very brave of you."

It hadn't felt brave or impressive while it was happening. Dan's early twenties had felt like he was constantly on the edge of a cliff and he was just trying to dig his nails in and pull himself up. The long bouts of depression didn't make it any easier, since Dan would end up isolating himself, not showing up to work, or doing stupid shit just to feel something.

Things didn't change for him in an instant. He didn't find overnight fame or anything like that. After years of staying on that cliff with small parts and long nights, he got lucky with a Netflix gig three years ago.

Still, he supposes it sounds impressive to people who don't know the full story, and it's certainly something to be proud of in any case. Broke on a stranger's sofa in a foreign country to doing a worldwide press tour in less than a decade isn't something Dan takes for granted.

Dan shrugs instead of voicing his internal thoughts, smiling a little. "I miss Manchester too, sometimes, and I was only there for a year. I can't imagine how y'all feel."

"We do miss it occasionally," Nigel says. "But we like where we are now, don't we, dear?"

"Oh, it's perfect for us," says Kath, beaming at him with such obvious affection that it makes Dan's heart clench. He can't remember his mum ever looking at his dad like that. "And so beautiful, too! You should see it in the winter, Daniel."

"The Isle of Man, right?" Dan asks for clarification, and he smiles when the table agrees in a chaotic overlap of each other.

"Mum's right, it's really pretty in the winter," says Phil. "I never want to leave after Christmas."

Martyn snorts. "Sure, it's the Manx views, not the mince pies."

"It can be both!"

"What do you do for Christmas, love?" Kath asks, and Dan startles a bit at the question. He's quiet for a beat too long, maybe, because Phil squeezes his hand and responds for him.

"Mum," he says, almost sounding embarrassed, "it's been two weeks, stop trying to invite him to holidays."

"Just thought I'd ask, Philip," says Kath. She's just as cheerful as she was at the beginning of the night, and Dan thinks her smile actually grows when he starts blushing. "It's not like you've ever introduced us to a boy before, we thought it must be rather serious."

Honestly, Dan would love it to be serious. But it hasn't even been the two weeks Phil thinks it's been. They aren't on the same page at all right now. Dan feels confident they'll get there, but he doesn't want Phil to feel put on the spot now.

He rubs his thumb over the back of Phil's hand in a comforting gesture and grins sheepishly. "Ah, that's my bad, Kath. I'm only in town til Sunday and didn't want to miss a minute, to be honest."

"Where d'you live?" Martyn asks, beautifully giving Dan an out from the Christmas topic.

"Atlanta," Phil answers for him. Dan wonders if Phil has always sounded so wistful when he says the name of Dan's city. The city that doesn't feel like home.

Martyn whistles low, through his teeth, and sympathetically says, "That sucks." It's that, more than anything, that makes Dan physically feel the ache of the Atlantic that's going to be between them. He leans a bit closer into Phil, like that'll help fill the gap that isn't there yet.

It does suck. Dan has finally figured out what he wants and who he wants it with, but his job is four thousand miles away.

Still, he knows what he wants. He knows that Phil, clearly, wants it too. That's a first step.

Dan is feeling warm and loose from the cocktails he'd had with dinner and the easy acceptance of Phil's family. He sways into Phil's personal space on the pavement while Phil waves down a taxi and murmurs, "We gotta talk when we get to your place."

"Okay," Phil says, slow. His brow is furrowed in confusion or anxiety or some combination of the two, and Dan longs to reach out and smooth the lines with his thumb.

He does remember where they are, though, and keeps his hands firmly in the pockets of his borrowed jacket.

The ride back to Phil's isn't very long, but it is quiet. Phil looks out his window the whole time, and Dan looks at Phil. He's so beautiful, it makes Dan's head spin that he could ever want the same thing as Dan.

Phil's family seemed to think Dan would be sticking around, in any case. Kath and Martyn both gave him hugs goodbye after they finished with Phil, and Nigel had squeezed his shoulder tightly in lieu of one. Dan can't believe how welcoming they were to the first man their son had ever brought home.

This certainty of how he feels, how he wants his life to go, is making Dan a bit stupid with bravery. He pulls out his phone and sends some very impulsive texts.

To Jaime, he says, nothing major im just stupid! we'll talk abt it when ur here. To his agent, he says, if HW is ending can we look for work that's in the uk? we should hear back from the producers soon. To his mum, he says, There's something I need to tell you and I don't know if you'll still want me to come over on Saturday. It's a long story, but. Basically I'm gay.

Dan's heart is in his throat. He turns off his phone before anyone can respond, refocusing on Phil's profile.

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anagraves · 6 years ago

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I was tagged by @brenli , thank you so much! I don’t think I’ve ever done anything so long on this page :D So, here we go! It will be a little messy, ‘cause I’m constantly overtired and feel slightly rusty with my English, and also withholding some facts, ‘cause I’m paranoid. Sorry.

1. how tall are you? 158 cm, which means I’m usually the tiniest person around. I don’t mind, though.

2. what color and style is your hair? Natural color is pretty mousy and I hate it, so I’ve been dying my hair since junior highschool, I guess. Till last year I always dyed them claret, but last holiday I changed it to something that starts as black and finishes as plum. I used to have them shoulder-length, but four years ago I cut them really short and since then I am a proud owner of very little hair on my head. I do envy people with long hair, but well, I know what I have now fits me better.

3. what color are your eyes? Green.

4. do you wear glasses? Yup, constantly since the end of elementary school. With myopia that goes to - 6 I really do not see much without my glasses. I’ve never used contacts nor do I intend to, I can’t imagine having to touch my eyeballs or anything.

5. do you wear braces? Not anymore, thankfully! But I did, for 7 years!!! I still have to wear some stuff at nights and I have one element left on my lower teeth, but that’s all.

6. what is your fashion style? I don’t think I have one. I mean I don’t like fashion, so I just wear whatever I feel like wearing. My clothes are diverse, but they are usually dark and with something interesting on them (imprints/spikes/other metal things). I have a lot of T-shirts/sweaters with skulls and animals (especially cats and owls). I love warm sweaters, hoodies, jeans and leather jackets. I am obsessed with high heels, my favorite shoes are a black leather ones that reach well above my ankles and have like an 8-cm-long heel. I don’t own a single skirt (like... no) and I have only a few dresses which I wear only if I’m forced to (big dislike for these ones as well). I’m an all-trousers girl. I definitely prefer my style casual; when it comes to elegance I like to wear black in general - black smooth trousers and black suit.

7. full name? Sorry, I don’t feel comfortable disclosing it online.

8. when were you born? July 12, 1994.

9. where are you from and where do you live now? I was born in a small-ish town in southern Poland and now I still live in southern Poland, but in a much bigger town. So not much of a change, just a few hours of travel by car.

10. what school do you go to? One Polish university, four months to go and it will be the end of any school for me!

11. what kind of student are you? Up till university, I was an excellent student, always the best at everything. I was definitely a geek who learned too much. And I always wanted to be at the top. University changed it completely; even when I’m trying hard I’m just average. If I like a subject it shows and I’m having good grades, but generally, I’m all for passing, not excelling. I’m learning a lot and it still isn’t enough right now, which is frustrating at times, especially when I compare myself to my colleagues. On other occasions... I simply don’t care. I just want to pass.

12. do you like school? Well... It depends on the period of my life. I think I didn’t mind elementary school, I hated junior high school and liked actual high school. About university... every year is different, so there were good ones and there were bad ones. I’m not a fan of it in general, though.

13. what are your favorite school subjects? Pre-uni: Maths and Chemistry, mostly, but Chemistry was my biggest and most unexpected love during my time at school. When it first started I had no idea what it was and I was terrified with it, plus I was behind the whole class because of some disease and I was honestly so nervous about it. Then, a month later, I kinda... fell for it and stayed infatuated with it till the end of junior high. And that’s mostly how I found myself on medical studies a few years later. My teacher from junior high was so amazing she made me love Chemistry more than anything, but sadly, my teacher from high school ruined it all. I had a great Biology teacher then, though it didn’t make me love Biology. It just enabled me to get into the uni I wanted to get to. I almost always liked my English classes as well, because I had some really amazing teachers and I loved English. I still do, languages are amazing.

Uni: Histology, Pharmacology, Surgery. The first two are the only ones I excelled at. Surgery - not so much, but I still did well on the final exam.

14. favorite TV shows? It is both an easy and difficult question. Easy because I do have one TV series I consider my ultimate favorite, and it’s Angel from Buffyverse. The best thing about it is the most amazing character development I’ve ever seen, and trust me, I’m a sucker when it comes to character development. My favorite character from there is one of my ultimate faves (if not THE one) and his path is one of the most epic ever. Plus it has an amazing material for shipping and some great acting, it’s dark, depressing and hopeless, and that’s what I love. It’s also one of the few examples of TV series when I actually LIKE the main character; he’s actually one of the people I like the most. It almost never happens; usually, I’m very anti-main characters (e.g. LotR, HP).

The question gets difficult because there are also such shows as Chuck, Firefly or Code Black, amazing and mostly flawless (apart from the ending of Chuck), but are they my favorites? At times, maybe. In general... I just don’t know. Bones and Castle fought for my undivided attention for years (most of the times Bones was on the winning side) and they’re both in my top 10, though probably not top 3. Plus, there are some gems that had such amazing potential, but were cut short and had too little time to develop; apart from Firefly, it would be, e.g. Monday Mornings, Perception, Black Box.

There were also a lot of amazing TV shows I loved dearly during some of their seasons, but almost always something happened and they got ruined. PLL, TVD, Grey’s Anatomy (I feel like I’m watching it now for one pairing only), OUaT and so on. House was my first American TV series and I’ll always have a place for it in my heart. I love GoT in its very early and very late seasons, but what comes in between? Nope.

(I watch way too much TV.)

The honorary mentions should go to some non-American shows (honestly speaking, I’m kinda tired with the general trends of American TV at the moment). I’ve started my adventures with TV with Polish soap operas that I completely adored; when I discovered American TV I stopped watching them entirely and don’t intend to come back. I love some good English dramas, but BBC tends to get a little bit overdramatic or too dark even for me (Ripper Street ripped my heart from my chest). Speaking of ripping hearts, let’s not forget about the Japanese ones, as @brenli mentioned! They are something completely different, they have amazing plotlines and characters, and - sometimes - Hiroyuki Sanada who is just everything (and I get to analyze the shows with @brenli, which makes them even better). Koukou Kyoushi will stay with me for years to come, probably Konna Koi No Hanashi as well. Considering my current Asian phase I expect to see much more of Japanese (or maybe Korean) dramas in the future.

15. favorite movies? There are a few movies I could watch on constant repeat and they mean so much to me. Let’s categorize them in genres, shall we? Animation: How to Train Your Dragon (especially the first part, the second one breaks my heart too much), Ice Age 3; plus the tales of my childhood I could watch five times a day - Pocahontas, Mulan, Spirit: Stallion of Cimarron. Period: Pride & Prejudice 2005. Rom-com: Holiday; Love, Actually. Adventure: Pirates of the Caribbean 1-3. Sci-fi: Matrix 1 & 3. Plus a few honorary mentions that are equally important, but I just wouldn’t have them on constant rewatch: LotR, SW, HP, Indiana Jones (not every part for every one of these series), National Treasure. There are also a few amazing anime movies (Spirited Away, Kimi No Na Wa, Wolf Children) and among them some masterpieces I think were wonderful, but too heartbreaking to ever watch them again (Grave of the Fireflies, Princess Kaguya).

16. favorite books? Most of my favorite books are cycles that I grew up with - LotR, HP, Inkheart Trilogy, the Vampirates series, Artemis Fowl, Jeżycjada (a Polish series about a multi-generational Polish family), Felix, Net i Nika (kinda Polish version of HP with science and technology in place of magic), some books by Ewa Nowak. Also, Pride & Prejudice. I’ve loved a lot of books since, but does any of them deserve to be called a “favorite”? I’m not so sure about it.

17. favorite pastime? Writing, from the moment I’ve learned to write (4 years old, I believe). Second best would be watching TV series; when I was younger I’d much rather like to read a book, but that kinda changed. Though, if I’m being honest, at the time being it would be watching ski jumping competitions or anything BTS-related. These past two weeks (yup, I’ve been writing this post for two weeks) has been an interesting journey of interchanging obsessions, some revisited (sj) and some I’ve never expected to develop (BTS).

18. do you have any regrets? Sure, who doesn’t? I’m trying to live by the rule “regret doing something rather than not doing it”, but well, it can’t always work.

19. dream job? A writer, for sure, always and forever. That is the one thing that has been with me my whole life. Apart from that? Well... Some time after I started my studies I developed a strong dream of becoming a neurosurgeon one day, but this dream faltered this year and now I’m not so sure anymore. Now I feel like I made a completely wrong career choice those few years ago.

20. would you like to get married someday? Marriage has never been one of my dreams or something I HAVE to do in the future, but I definitely want to have someone by my side, and if they want to get married, then sure, we can do that. Not necessarily though.

21. would you like to have kids someday? No, no and once again no, and there are so many reasons! First, I do know my body would not be physiologically okay with pregnancy (and after studying Gynaecology I do believe pregnancy is one of the worst things - if not THE worst - that could ever happen to one’s body) and I have no intention of doing such a thing to myself. Second, children scare me; my whole life I’ve been doing my best to keep my distance and avoid contact at any cost (which kinda worked as far, I’ve never even held a baby). Third, I have no maternal instinct and I do know I would be a terrible mother, so what’s the point?

23. do you like shopping? No. Since I was a child, when my parents took me shopping I always had a book with me and just followed them around while reading (somehow I managed not to collide with anything throughout all these years :P). I still do the same thing if someone makes me go with them to the mall, only now it’s more often my phone, not a book. I love buying books, though. I used to go to the bookshops and buy five books at a time. I don’t do that right now, because a) money b) I have tons of unread books already, but I could still go there and spend hours just looking at the books and reading their covers.

24. what countries have you visited? Only one, and I’m not even sure it should count. I’ve been to Slovakia twice, but both times only like 50km from the border, and I’ve spent there max few hours. So... it definitely wasn’t even remotely close to this “going abroad” I’ve been always dreaming about...

25. what’s the scariest nightmare you’ve ever had? Hmm... There was one in my adult life that left me absolutely terrified; I remember waking up and feeling paralyzed with fear. I had a feeling someone was standing in the doorway, but I was too scared to turn around and see, so I was just lying there with my eyes wide open, waiting until the fear passes or something else happens... What was the dream about? I only remember it took place in some fancy mansion near the beach that was either mine or one of my friends’. I think it wasn’t actually a nightmare until the very end when something bad was about to happen to someone who was standing in the living room. The other person was creeping in the dark or something like that, and the character in the dream had the same kind of fear I woke up with. I didn’t actually want to remember more details.

26. do you have any enemies? I did have some, on every stage of my education, but they are no longer in my life. Nowadays I think I’m too irrelevant to be anyone’s enemy. There are some people with whom I share a mutual dislike, but “enemies” is probably too strong of a word in these cases.

27. do you have an s/o? Nope. Never had.

28. do you believe in miracles? Well... not really. I believe in luck and destiny, but miracles? I definitely don’t believe in them in any religious context (I’m completely anti-religion). When it comes to some other kinds of miracles, like medical ones - I know things happen, wonderful things that have no logical explanation, but I do believe that deep down, even though we don’t know it, they have some logical explanation. We just can’t see it.

Finished! Finally! :D Hopefully it isn’t too chaotic, I don’t really have time to reread it and check for mistakes, Family Medicine is waiting to devour me...

I’m tagging: @frombothofmyhearts @thesilverrqueen @mis4nthropy and anyone who wants to do it! Just be warned - it takes a lot of time to answer all of the questions :P

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taexual · 7 years ago

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Law of Attraction [2] / I.M x Reader

OTHER PARTS: 01 / 02

You come back to campus to learn that maybe first impressions really do not lie and sometimes, two people are meant to fall out of touch with each other only to rediscover one another all over again.

Pairing: College AU!Changkyun x Reader

Warnings: some strong language

Words: 5.9k

REQUEST: •College!AU where frat boy I.M (Monsta X) tried to get w girl, but she’s not interested. Starts to give in, but sees him kiss another girl at frat party. (CONTINUED)

Here’s the second part as promised! Sorry it took me so long! Since the original request is completed, there will not be a continuation to this anytime soon, I’m sorry!

The few days you spent at home, recovering from mid-terms and all that happened after them, were not enough for you to feel ready to go back to campus and face all that you’ve tried to run away from that last Friday that you were there. You spent every second of your free time trying to think about everything that was not Changkyun, and you failed each and every time. No matter how far away from him you were, he would still not leave you alone.

As you sat on the train back to campus, you made a promise to yourself to avoid Changkyun as much as you could. You weren’t expecting to walk right into him again – and it wasn’t like he would be anticipating seeing you, either, since you didn’t exactly part on a good note – but you didn’t want any similar accidents to occur. You already had the shock of a lifetime when you found out that seemingly nice – almost perfect, really – guys could turn out to be frat boys, too.

You couldn’t help but exhale in relief after you got back to your dorm room without running into anyone you knew. The fact that it was 11pm on a school night must have contributed to that, but still, you were glad to have reached your dorm safe.

“Y/n,” your roommate’s voice greeted you. “Did you just get back? I called you, like, five times in the past ten minutes.”

“Yeah, my phone died,” you said, placing your suitcase down so you could hug her hello. “Why’d you call me, though?”

“Mostly because I thought you died since you told me you’d be home by ten,” she replied, responding to your hug by wrapping her arms around you, too. “How are you? Any better?”

You sighed, pulling away from her. “I don’t know. Am I being overdramatic? I mean, I didn’t even date the guy and here I am acting as if he broke my heart or something. As if I just can’t bear to be here because everything reminds me of him.”

“Did he?” she asked, biting her lip. “Break your heart, I mean. Because there’s nothing overdramatic about that. A broken heart is a broken heart. You don’t need a year-long relationship for that.”

“I don’t know,” you said again. “I honestly don’t know anything. I just know that I don’t like what happened.”

“Would you want to change anything? Maybe not just about Changkyun but about that Friday night overall. That guy you kissed, included,” your roommate said as you picked your suitcase up and carried it towards your bed. “Because I think you can. He was here.”

Frowning, you looked at her over your shoulder. “Who? Tai?”

“Tai?” your roommate looked confused. “Why would Tai be here? Does he even know your name?”

“N-no, I don’t think he does,” you said, laying your suitcase down on your bed and turning around to face her. “You just mentioned him and I thought you meant—nevermind. So, Changkyun was here?

“Yeah, he was looking for you,” she told you. “Didn’t say why.”

You hated the fact that your heart started to beat faster at this news – as if it enjoyed hearing that Changkyun was still refusing to stop being a part of your life.

“Oh, well,” you said, feeling the fight between your mind and your feelings start up again. Surprisingly, it was your brain – and the bitterness that the sight of Changkyun kissing someone else left – that was winning. “He probably wanted to fight some more as if I’d have nothing better to do. I’m glad I wasn’t here.”

You took a deep breath and turned around to open your suitcase. As soon as you got the first few items out of it and lied them down on your bed to put them away later, you heard your roommate speak again.

“He’s cute,” she said quietly.

“Yeah,” you replied, not understanding why your face heated up all of a sudden. “They all are.”

“No, Y/n,” she shook her head, sitting down on your bed, so she wouldn’t have to stare at the back of your head as you continued to unpack. “He’s really cute. Not… frat-boy-cute.”

You exhaled deeply, stopping for a moment to look at her. “I know. That’s how he fools you.”

“Why do you think he’s fooling you?” she asked.

“Seriously?” you almost scoffed. “We talked every day after we met – he mentioned the date he wanted to take me on several times – and then I caught him making out with some girl at a frat party. I’m not an expert but, clearly, he was just playing me. And that girl too, probably.”

Your roommate considered this again. She already knew all that happened because you gave her a breakdown of that night over the phone when she called you the next morning, but as she watched you talk about it in real life, she could tell that there were still lots of unresolved anxiety here. You didn’t sound like you were completely done with that part of your life yet.

“Did you let him explain?” she asked you.

“He didn’t even try to,” you said, refolding the shirt you were holding again and again because the repetitive action somehow soothed you. “He accused me of sleeping with Tai instead.”

“Accused you?” she repeated, raising her eyebrows in surprise.

“Yeah, I didn’t get that either.”

“Maybe he got jealous,” she hypothesized then.

You laughed dryly. “Yeah, right. He’s a frat boy. Frat boys don’t get jealous.”

She nodded, agreeing. She’s dated frat boys so she couldn’t argue with you. Not only were her ex-boyfriends not jealous but they were also cheating bags of scum.

“What are you going to do?” she chose to ask you then.

“About Changkyun?” you asked, watching her nod. You shrugged your shoulders in response. “Nothing. He doesn’t exist to me.”

“And Tai?”

“He probably doesn’t even remember me now that he’s sober.”

Your roommate thought about this as she watched you walk across the room to hang your clothes in the wardrobe.

“So, you think things will just go back to the way they were?” she asked one last time.

“I hope so,” you said, closing the wardrobe and leaning against it as you looked at her. “I was never supposed to meet Changkyun that night at the library and I sure as hell wasn’t supposed to make out with Tai at that party. It’s all because of mid-terms. They messed my life up. But they’re over now. So, naturally, that part of my life – the one involving Changkyun – is over, too.”

“Naturally,” she repeated, smiling a little.

“No, really,” you insisted, “I really thought Changkyun was great. He drew me in and I couldn’t wait to get to know him better and I…” you stopped, sighing. “I-I feel like I still do, despite all that happened.”

Your roommate nodded, having suspected this all along. “Maybe you should talk to him.”

“I’m not that desperate to really get my heart broken,” you replied, shaking your head. “Changkyun and I are over. Before we even started.”

But your words – as you would find out – had a way to come back to bite you in the ass.

Just five days after you came back to campus, your roommate disappeared into town with a few of her friends. You weren’t expecting to hear from her until the next morning – because she had told you she would stay over at one of her friend’s – so you prepared to enjoy a nice night in all by yourself.

You already had your cup of tea and a book ready, when you noticed three missed calls from your roommate. Confused, you called her back immediately and it took you a few minutes to figure out what was happening once she picked up, because the loud music in the background of the call made it difficult for you to differentiate her voice.

“Where are you?” you yelled into the phone.

“A party!” she replied. “My friend – that bitch – turned out to be dating one of those typical frat boys. You know the ones. Can you believe it? After all the stories I told her! Anyway, now I’m at that frat party and I—”

“You’re at a frat party?!” you repeated, groaning immediately. “Jesus Christ. Why?”

“Because she wanted to introduce me to her boyfriend!” your roommate replied. “She’s out looking for him. Chances are, she’ll find him in bed with another girl but that’s none of my business. I just don’t want to be the one telling her “I told you so” repeatedly. Anyway, Y/n, I’m calling because—okay, you touch me one more time, I swear I will rip your arms off.”

“What?”

“Sorry, there’s this annoying guy—doesn’t matter. I scared him off,” she said. “So, anyway. I need you to take my car and come pick me up. My car keys are on the table by the door.”

You could feel yourself start shaking your head even though she couldn’t see you. “There’s no way in hell I’m coming to that party.”

“Oh, come on!” your roommate whined. “You don’t have to actually come inside. Just come here. I’ll be out on the porch, waiting for you.”

“Did you not hear me? I’m not going there,” you repeated yourself, suddenly angry.

“Y/n, please,” she didn’t give up. “I have no one else to call. I promise you, you will not experience any kind of… frat boy behavior from anyone. Not Tai, not Changkyun, not anyone. I’m pretty sure they’re not even here. Okay, maybe Tai’s here, I just noticed that he’s doing a keg stand – did you know he had a six-pack? Nice!”

“That is completely off-topic,” you said, putting your cup of tea down so you could stand up from your bed and pace the room. “Can’t you walk? It’s not far. I walked home the last time I was there.”

“What do you mean it’s not far? It’s very far! And you know I don’t like walking alone,” she continued. “Come on, Y/n, please. I really need your help.”

“God, you frustrate me.”

“I know, I’m sorry,” she said in a sweet voice. “Will you come?”

“I don’t know what I’ve done to end up with you as my roommate,” you proceeded to complain.

“Yes, I know. I’m the worst,” she went along with this. “So, will you come? Please?”

Groaning again, you grabbed your jacket from the hook by the door and quickly located the car keys she told you about. “Yes. I’ll come. But you owe me.”

You couldn’t believe you were here again, at the same fraternity you ran away from a week ago. It was starting to feel as if life was not giving you a chance to live in peace. Or maybe it was your poor decision making that brought you here. On the other hand, you couldn’t have said no to your roommate. She needed your help and you were never one to deny your friends help. Who knew, maybe one day you’d need her to do you a favor.

Sighing for the umpteenth time since you parked the car on the lawn of the fraternity, you got your phone out, sending your roommate a text.

YOU [10:45pm]: I’m here. Where are you?

She had told you she’d be out on the porch, waiting for you, but no matter how hard you squinted through your windshield, you could not see her outside of the house. It looked like it was starting to rain, so perhaps she got cold and went inside.

ROOMIE 🖕 [10:47pm]: Insside. there arhe drinsks here!!!

You closed your eyes shut after reading the text. She found drinks. The one thing she never developed an immunity to was alcohol – well, that and frat boys, apparently.

YOU [10:48pm]: Are you drunk? I’m not coming in there to get you out

ROOMIE 🖕 [10:48pm]: nto drunk! y/n cmoe hgere!

You were starting to have a hard time deciphering her texts but you knew she was urging you to come inside. And there was no way in hell that would happen. You’d stay in your car, waiting for her. If she wouldn’t come out in twenty minutes, you would signal the car a few times, and then you’d leave with our without her.

YOU [10:49pm]: I’m waiting out here. Hurry the fuck up

Her responses came in one big batch.

ROOMIE 🖕 [10:49pm]: Y/N!!

ROOMIE 🖕 [10:49pm]: CMON!

ROOMIE 🖕 [10:49pm]: one d rink

ROOMIE 🖕 [10:50pm]: not alot of gratboys ehre

ROOMIE 🖕 [10:50pm]: *fratbos

ROOMIE 🖕 [10:50pm]: *fratsoy

ROOMIE 🖕 [10:50pm]: jsut fucking coeme

You rolled your eyes at this. You didn’t care how many frat boys were there, – or how she tried to spell the words ‘frat boys’ – you did not want to go in. But then suddenly, right as you were angrily typing a response, you felt someone knock on your window.

Flinching, you turned your head to look at who interrupted you.

“Yo!” a boy you’ve never seen before threw his hands in the air aggressively. You could barely hear him through the closed windows of the car. “You coming in or what? Your car is on my lawn!”

“I parked here!” you called out to him, refusing to open the window and hoping he would hear you with it closed.

“You can’t park here!” he shot back but then hesitated for a moment. “I mean… we can negotiate. Come out here. We’ll talk about it.”

You rolled your eyes, turning back to your phone. “Fuck off.”

You felt his palm connect with your side window harshly and you jumped up again, glaring at him.

“Get the fuck off my lawn then!” he yelled, giving you one last angry look before making his way towards the house, a six-pack of beers in his hand.

He must have been in a high position in the frat hierarchy if he had the courage to call the front yard of the fraternity “his lawn.” Either way, you didn’t want to have to endure any more conversations with him – or any other frat boy, for that matter – so, mentally cussing your roommate out, you stepped out of the car, ready to find her, drag her out of the house by her hair if you had to, – that’s how angry you were feeling – and get the fuck out of here.

However, as soon as you stepped into the party, you realized finding your roommate was not going to be as easy as you had hoped. This party wasn’t similar to the last one you’ve been to in the slightest. There were tons of people here this time, not just girls, but guys, too. All of them were drunk, though, so it was hard to tell which ones of them actually belonged to the fraternity, and which ones of them were just fuckboys by nature.

You knew that by calling out your roommate’s name, you’d just attract more attention to yourself, and that was the last thing you wanted. Your black hoodie and similar black leggings made it easy to blend in with the crowd and you used that to your advantage, moving through groups of people in search of your friend. Although, on second thought, you weren’t sure if your roommate was your friend after tonight. It’d take you a long time to forgive her after she made you come back to this fraternity.

Just as you were sneaking past a trio of people, – in theory, it seemed to be kind of difficult to make out when it’s three of you there, but that trio somehow made it work, – you felt someone grab your hand. Whipping around with a ready-to-fight expression on your face, you almost stumbled backwards at the sight of Tai’s smirking face.

“Well, hello,” he said teasingly, his hand wrapped tightly around your wrist. “How have you been since the last time I saw you?”

Oh, fuck. He remembered you.

“Fantastic!” you said with an overly enthusiastic smile. “Let me go, would you? I’m in a bit of a hurry.”

“Come now, baby girl – you liked it when I called you that, didn’t you? – if I let you go, who’s to say if I’ll see you again?”

He won’t. That was the point.

Choosing to flirt with him to get out of this as quickly as possible, you batted your eyelashes flirtatiously – and mentally cringed at this action. “Oh, come on. I couldn’t go on without you.”

Tai seemed to give in a little but his grip on your wrist did not loosen.

“I’ve been thinking about you,” he said, stepping closer to you. Instinctively, you took a step back. Tai seemed to enjoy that as a small grin spread across his face.

“Sure you were,” you said a little too sarcastically than you had intended but he didn’t seem to catch it.

“Haven’t you thought about me, too, baby girl?” he asked, taking another step towards you and successfully trapping you as your back hit the wall behind you.

Fucking shit. You were going to kill your roommate after you got arrested for kicking Tai in the face.

Deciding that flirting did not seem to help you get out of this situation any faster, you returned to your original approach – repulsiveness.

“Actually, I haven’t,” you said. “I’m busy, Tai. I have to go.”

You used your free hand to hopefully pry his claw-like fingers off your wrist, but as soon as your hand touched his, you found both of your hands in his, as his body pushed you to the wall, forcing you to turn your head sideways, so you could still breathe and not inhale any of Tai’s cologne mixed with absinthe or whatever the hell he’s been drinking here – surely, absinthe was an improvement from the cheap bear you’ve had here before, but it still did not leave a pleasant smell.

“I don’t think you have to go anywhere,” Tai said, his face so close to yours, you could feel his lips brush against your neck as he whispered the words into your ear. “I’m pretty sure you and I have some unfinished business.”

“I’m pretty sure we don’t,” you said, trying to push him off of you with your chest, but Tai pushed you back against the wall, moving his leg between yours to ensure you were truly trapped in his embrace.

“Don’t be difficult, baby girl,” Tai continued, placing a sloppy kiss on your neck and ignoring the way you tried to shrug him off. “You wanted me so much that last time. Don’t act so indifferent now. You’re hurting my feelings.”

“I never wanted you,” you said, angrily. Your voice had risen now in hopes of someone noticing the way Tai kept forcing himself on you. “Fuck off, Tai. Let me go.”

“Look at me, baby—”

“I said fuck off!”

“Oh,” Tai chuckled darkly, amused by your resistance. “You want to get loud? You want me to give you a reason to get loud?”

Releasing one of your hands, he used his free hand to turn your face towards him roughly, positioning his body in a way that still limited your movements and did not allow you to break away from him.

“Get the fuck off me!” you screamed at him, desperately trying to avoid his lips as he tried to kiss you.

“Stop fucking—”

His words got caught in his throat as a force he did not see coming pushed him off of you so vigorously, you lost your balance and almost fell on top of Tai as he landed on the floor with a heavy thump, nearly slamming his head into the corner of a table. As gasps rippled through the room, you turned to look at your savior and ended up gasping as well.

Changkyun was watching Tai get up from the floor, anger evident on both of their faces.

“What the fuck?!” Tai yelled, unable to come up with a proper way to recover from the embarrassment of just being thrown onto the floor. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”

Instead of replying to him, you saw Changkyun take a swing at Tai, hitting him on the cheek and sending the guy backwards into the table, paper cups scattering all around him.

“Changkyun!” you shrieked, never having thought you’d end up seeing him punch anyone.

Changkyun only had enough time to glance at you before he heard the voices of the other frat members and had to redirect his attention to them.

“Bro!” the one who yelled at you for “parking on his lawn” was the one who started to speak first. “What the fuck was that? He got with the girl first!”

Tai had gotten up from the table already, a bloody lip decorating his furious face. “Motherfucker.”

“No, he didn’t,” Changkyun responded to the self-proclaimed leader of the frat boys. “T-that’s my girl. He was all over my girl.”

Your stomach twisted at his words and you had to take a moment to grasp the fact that not only did you manage to run into both boys that you were avoiding, but one of them was now claiming to have been your boyfriend in order to get both of you out of this.

What a fucking party. Your roommate really owed you big time.

“Tai, what the hell, man?” the leader turned his anger towards the other guy now. “That’s not cool. Kyun is dating her.”

“What?” Tai asked, looking at you. “I didn’t know. She didn’t fucking tell me!”

“She told you to fuck off!” Changkyun shot back.

Afraid he was going to punch Tai again, you took a step closer to Changkyun, gently taking his hand into yours and feeling the way his muscles relaxed immediately. Meeting your eyes, he squeezed your hand tighter and glanced at everyone gathered around you one more time.

“Come on,” he told you then. “We’re leaving.”

You obeyed, following him out of the room.

Even though you weren’t overly ecstatic about seeing Changkyun again – okay, fuck it, who were you kidding, you were most definitely ecstatic to have seen him – you would have still rather left the fraternity with him than with Tai.

However, you stopped walking as soon as the door of the fraternity closed behind you because you weren’t sure where to go or what to do next. Somehow, everything just got messier.

It was heavily raining but the roof over the porch protected you and Changkyun from getting wet. Hypnotized by the rain dripping from the roof, you momentarily forgot that you and him were still holding hands but as soon as you became aware of this, you pulled your hand out of his, taking a step further from him and crossing your arms over your chest.

“Thanks,” you said and then cleared your throat after noticing how dry that statement sounded. “For rescuing me out there, I mean.”

“No problem,” Changkyun replied, awkwardly pushing his hands into the front pockets of his black skinny jeans. “Uh, I came to see you the other day.”

“Yeah, my roommate told me,” you nodded, not failing to notice how both of you avoided looking at each other. “I was back home at the time.”

“Right. That’s what she told me, too,” he said. “I don’t think you would have talked to me anyway, to be honest. I just came because… I guess, I wanted to see you.”

You hated the way he could make your heart skip a beat with just his words.

“I understand if you’re only listening to me right now out of gratitude,” Changkyun continued. “But at least you’re listening, so I’ll take my chances.”

You didn’t have time to cut in and tell him that you weren’t listening to him out of gratitude. You were listening to him because you couldn’t not listen to him. You haven’t seen him in just a week, but that was more than enough for you to want to keep hearing his husky – yet so warm – voice. And you knew that your heart broke through and started to win the fight against your brain. You barely heard your brain’s reminders that Changkyun was still a frat boy that lead you on.

“Y/n…” he said, turning to face you but not walking closer to you. “I’m sorry about that kiss.”

Oh, the kiss. The kiss he shared with that girl at a party. The kiss that made you drop all hopes you might have had with him and run. The kiss that got you to where you were today.

“What exactly are you apologizing for?” you asked, hating the urgency in your voice.

You didn’t want to make it obvious that, deep inside, you needed to hear a plausible explanation from him. You wanted to seem nonchalant about this. Like it didn’t phase you. Not anymore, anyway.

“I’m apologizing for what happened,” he said. “That girl came up to me and kissed me. I don’t even know her name. I’ve never talked to her before in my life. I didn’t lead her on, I swear. I don’t do that. At least not on purpose. She just came up to me and kissed me. That’s it. Five minutes later, I saw her making out with a different guy. I don’t know how much that kiss she gave me meant to her – it probably didn’t mean anything – but I hate to think that it ruined my chances with you.”

You liked to think that a reserved expression that remained on your face concealed the emotions brewing inside of you. The desperation to believe him, the doubt because you did not want to get hurt, the undeniable attraction you’ve felt for him ever since he collided into you that night at the library – all of it mixed in your stomach and you could not find the words to say.

“Did you…” Changkyun spoke after he did not hear you respond. “Did you sleep with Tai that night?”

You shook your head, looking at the drenched yard ahead. “I didn’t. That’s why he wouldn’t fuck off.”

Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Changkyun smile. He seemed to enjoy this answer and you felt yourself smile involuntarily, too. The two of you just stood there for a minute or two, just smiling and watching the rain pour down from the sky.

Your mind buzzed with thoughts, most prominent of which was the realization that you and Changkyun overcame the barrier of not talking to each other. You misunderstood his kiss. He misunderstood whatever was between Tai and you. But you talked about it. It took a week full of hate and suffering, but you finally heard each other out. And now that that was out in the open, everything else seemed to be almost irrelevant.

“Do you know what the Law of Attraction is?” Changkyun asked suddenly.

Automatically turning to look at him when you heard him speak, you met his eyes and decided to keep the eye contact for another few seconds before replying. “I think someone mentioned it to me.”

“It’s a New Thought philosophy,” Changkyun stated, taking your mind back to the time your roommate tried to explain the same exact thing to you. “It claims that positive thoughts attract positive experiences and vice versa. Basically, like attracts the like.”

His explanation seemed to match your roommate’s.

“Interesting,” you said, looking away from him again.

“Yeah,” Changkyun said, getting his hands out of his pockets and taking a step closer to you. “I, uh… I have a feeling we’re a good example of that.”

Hearing him mention you both as a “we” did weird things to you. “What do you mean?”

Changkyun took a deep breath, leaning against the porch railing in front of you with the back of his hips and minimizing the amount of space between you two even more.

“I was drawn to you from the moment I knocked your books out of your arms,” he started to say and you already forgot how to breathe. “I think it’s because there was this hurricane inside of my mind before I saw you, but as soon as our eyes met, the storm inside of me stopped. And then we talked, and… shit, you’re my soulmate. Like, I’m not saying that to be cliché, I swear. You really are. I think we were meant to meet. We were meant to attract each other. Y-you’re what I’ve been looking for.”

You let your hands drop to your sides, feeling the way they started to shake at his words. “Stop.”

“No, I mean what I say, Y/n,” he insisted. “Again, I’m sorry about everything. I just—I don’t want to lose this before we give us a chance.”

God, why was he so hard to resist? It took you everything to remain standing.

“What do you want to do?” you asked then, needing him to take the control of the situation.

“Go on that date with me,” he answered, smiling lightly.

Looking away from him before another instinctive smile appeared on your face after seeing the one on his, you inhaled deeply, finally giving your poor lungs some oxygen they’ve been aching for ever since you saw Changkyun inside of the party.

“I…” you started to say but then lost your train of thought. “I’ll need to think about it.”

Hiding his disappointment by looking down, Changkyun nodded. “Okay. That’s fair. Take all the time you need.”

You nodded back, appreciating his maturity, until he added with a teasing grin, “I’ll just annoy you impatiently until you give me an answer.”

You laughed unexpectedly. “No need to do that. Maybe you’ll change your mind until I decide on the answer.”

“No, there’s no way,” Changkyun replied, shaking his head and leaning back on the railing slightly, “We’re meant to be, I already told you. I’ll wait for you however long it takes,” he paused for a moment. “Is that creepy?”

“Kind of,” you joked.

“Thanks.”

“Sorry,” you added, laughing. “It’s also kind of cute.”

The sudden confession took both of you off guard but Changkyun was the first to recover from the surprise.

“Oh, so I’m kind of cute?” he asked, smirking.

“Not when you have that smirk on your face,” you retorted, realizing just how much you’ve missed this banter.

“Oh?” Changkyun continued to smirk. “What am I when I have that smirk on my face?”

“Annoying.”

“What else?”

Laughing again, you approached the railing next to him, resting your hands on it, as you turned your head to look at him only to find him already watching you. “What do you want me to say?”

“That I’m handsome,” he replied, full of play-pretend confidence.

“Fuck off, Kyun,” you shot back, watching him burst into a fit of laughter after you said this.

Once his laughter died down, he looked at you again, a fond smile on his face. You could feel how close you were to each other but as long as you could still see all of his features clearly, you didn’t feel close enough.

“What?” you asked him, feeling slightly awkward under his intense gaze.

“You’ve never called me Kyun before,” he replied, the same smile still on his face.

“You don’t like it?” you replied, smiling back.

“No, you can call me anything you want. I know I’ll like it.”

His eyes remained on you while you looked away, releasing a shaky breath you hadn’t realized you’ve been holding. “D-don’t say things like that.”

“Why not?” Changkyun asked, genuinely concerned.

You didn’t know if it was the reunition with Changkyun, the close proximity between the two of you, or the rain pouring out of the sky all around you that made you admit your feelings.

“They make me want to say yes to anything you suggest and, frankly, I don’t like not having much control over myself,” you confessed, not looking at him.

“Oh, so, for example…” Changkyun started slowly, standing up properly and turning to face you with his full body. “If I told you to kiss me, you would?”

Ignoring the rapid beating of your heart, you glared at him. “Not like that I wouldn’t.”

“But what if I told you I really wanted you to?” he continued, not a trace of teasing in his voice or on his face.

You pulled away from the railing, too, your body now so close to his, you could almost hear the way his heartbeat responded to yours.

“Are you drunk?” you asked him.

“On you?” Changkyun said. “Yeah. Always.”

Shaking your head in fake disapproval, you looked away from him for just a moment before returning your eyes to his. “Is that a frat boy line?”

“No. It’s not a line,” he responded. “It’s the truth.”

Bringing your tongue over your lips, – an action that Changkyun found so irresistibly distracting – you shook your head again. “You mess me up.

“You mess me up,” he shot back, hesitantly removing his gaze from your lips and returning it to your eyes.

“I don’t know what to do with you,” you admitted, not having noticed the way something seemed to pull your body closer to Changkyun’s until you could feel his shallow breath wash off on your face.

Your heart felt the two gentle words that left his lips then, “Kiss me.”

The distance between the two of you – that was already basically non-existent – was suddenly no longer there as you leaned into him, gently placing your lips on his. Within moments, Changkyun’s hands found their way to your waist, as he moved his head just enough to adjust the angle that would allow him to deepen the kiss.

You’ve never kissed him before and yet his lips between yours tasted so undeniably like Changkyun that you couldn’t help but sigh into the kiss, relishing the feeling of him being so close to you. As his tongue gently caressed your bottom lip, you felt his hands tighten around you. Gasping once every single millimeter of your body touched his, you allowed his tongue to brush against yours in an open-mouthed kiss that seemed to blur all of your surroundings.

You didn’t hear the rain anymore.

All you could hear was the sound of Changkyun’s heart beating against his chest. You could hear his heavy breaths as he refused to pull away from you to inhale properly. You could hear the sound of your mouths moving against each other in a rhythm that – as expected – you fell into automatically, with no particular attention to the kiss.

You didn’t feel the wind, either.

All you could feel was his hands, wrapped tightly around your waist as if in fear you would disappear if he let go. You could feel the thickness of his hair as one of your hands got lost in it when he bit your bottom lip, earning a hiss from you that completely shut his mind down. You could feel the way both of you responded to each other as if you’ve kissed a million times before. You could feel the urgency in the kiss as if both of you were trying to make up for the lost time. You could feel the hurricanes inside you both come to a stop with every rushed breath that you and Changkyun shared.

You didn’t even know where you were.

All you knew was that your Law of Attraction worked a little differently. It wasn’t the attraction between two different – yet somehow identical – matters that it described. It was the attraction between two parts of the same being that longed to be put back together again.

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letdecemberburninflames · 7 years ago

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Peter Pan Never Fails

Peter Pan x Mermaid!Reader | Part 4

Summary: Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 5

Fic Type: Peter Pan x Mermaid!Reader Series

Warnings: Profanity

Author’s Note: Four parts... Hope you enjoy. Comment to be added to the tag list.

“Fuck.” Devin muttered, letting his head drop.

Y/N’s eyes were wide with fear. “We- I…” She trailed off.

“Out. Now.” Pan growled.

The mermaid and the lost boy scrambled out of the water, Devin still shirtless and Y/N desperately trying to tug her long shirt to cover her bare legs while covering her chest at the same time, the wet material clinging to her body.

Peter simply scoffed. “I leave for hardly two hours, and this is what I come back to?” He turned to Devin. “Well, you've seen her. You know what she is. A mermaid.” He spat the last word out with the same tone one would use to describe a good-for-nothing drunk. “You do see what she's done, haven't you?” Pan laughed. “She's lured you in. She doesn't have any feelings for you; you're her prey.”

Devin’s eyes widened, and he turned towards Y/N. “Did you- Was I really…”

She shook her head rapidly, eyes widened with hurt at Pan's accusations.

“She's lying to you.” Pan said in a matter-of-fact voice. “Because that's what mermaids do. They lie to you, lure you in, and then devour you whole. She's just like every other monster out in that ocean.”

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“I’m not, you know.”

Devin risked looking up, and the moment he did, he regretted it. Between the woven branches of the cage, a pair of eyes sparkled sadly. He set the food he had brought for Y/N down. “No. You’re trying to trick me.”

“Devin, I swear I’m not. I’m not like them. I’m human too.”

He shook his head. “But not human enough.” With those words, he turned and left.

Devin’s words were a direct blow to her heart. The devastating part was that he was right. So painfully right. Heartbroken, Y/N reached a slender hand through the woven slats of the cage towards the food. Carefully, she picked up an apple. She turned it in her hands, and to her surprise there was a message carved in the flesh. I believe you. I’ll break you out tonight. Y/N sighed in relief. He didn’t hate her. But his words still echoed in her mind. Not human enough. He was right. Despite appearance, she stood out to much in other ways to ever fit in. Where there wasn’t land, there was sea, right? Well that was just as dangerous, if not more, than land. The pure mermaids knew. They could tell in an instant that she was an outcast. Even in Neverland, a place for children who don’t belong, she couldn’t fit in. Pan could see it. He had taken and would take every chance possible to exploit her weakness. Her fear that no one wanted her. That no one loved her.

She had never once met anyone who got under her skin as much as Peter Pan. For the most part she ignored him, but on various occasions she was compelled to speak her mind. There were multiple things about him that she disliked, but quite near the top was that he expected to be worshipped like some sort of god. The older boys on the island, save for Devin (but even that was a rare occasion), admired him, murderous acts and all. The younger ones were simply easily influenced. Thankful to Pan for taking them away from their old lives, they followed him with a blind veneration. They believed that the horrible things he did were justified and morally right. It was more than a little sickening that he could force two boys to beat each other nearly to death for his amusement and crown the victor.

Then of course, there was the fact that Pan constantly pointed out the opposite gender’s supposed “inferiority”. He’d always make casual remarks about how much slower and weaker girls were compared to boys. On top of that, whenever there was a hunt he would make her stay behind and do housework. Housework! Because hunting was supposedly a man’s job and considered much to gory for a “lady”. Whenever Pan would make such remarks, the boys would often laugh. What they found so humorous, Y/N could not fathom, especially since she had bested the same group of boys in multiple competitions.

And so, in that moment as she sat curled in the cage, Y/N decided that more than anything she needed to leave Neverland. Because Neverland, though shining in appearance, was a horrid and gruesome place run by a twisted and sadistic boy.

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“Someone’s jealous.” Felix remarked as he watched Pan return from locking Y/N in a cage.

“I am not jealous. I just don’t want Devin ruining my game.” Peter said with disdain towards the boy who had quite nearly kissed his mermaid.

Felix scoffed. “And what’s the prize for winning this game of yours? The girl? Because after all, you said it yourself, she means nothing to you. So why so up-in-arms about Devin?” When Pan didn’t respond, he went on. “Is it because you want her to be yours alone? Because you don’t want anyone else to have her but you? Because-”

“Felix,” Pan’s voice was cold as liquid nitrogen. (Which is -320 degrees Fahrenheit, btw. Yay science!) “What did I say about asking questions about why the girl is here?”

It wasn’t so much a question as a command to stop talking; Felix got the hint and wisely shut up. The problem was, he wasn’t wrong. Pan knew it. In his attempts to understand her, it seemed that he had picked up other smaller details about her that he found charming. How she bit her lip when she was concentrating, or when she- No. He hated her. She was frustrating, vexatious, and irksome. She plagued his thoughts and was poisoning his mind. But he had to beat her. He would break her. He had already discovered what made her tick, and now all he had to do was disassemble her and put her back together the way he wanted. Because Peter Pan never fails.

“Felix.”

“Yes?”

“I- Nevermind.”

Pan shook his head. The moment Y/N had stepped foot on Neverland soil, he had fallen in love with her. He knew it. Felix was right, he was playing the game to win her love. There was simply nothing else this feeling could be. But he refused to believe it. He refused to admit to himself that he liked her. Because he couldn’t. Peter Pan couldn’t love. Love was a weakness, and he was not weak. He was fearless and dominant. The king of Neverland.

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After Devin had sprung Y/N from her cage, they trekked across the island, hoping to find a place of hiding from Pan for her. During their hike, they chatted about this thing and that. A slight tropical breeze danced around the island, swirling around them frequently. The darkness made it tricky to maneuver across the untrodden and unfamiliar landscape, which was ridden with roots of trees, branches, and poisonous plants.

“I want to leave.” Y/N opined firmly, standing still under the boughs of a large tree.

“You what?” Devin whipped round.

“I-I can’t stay here, Devin.” Y/N couldn’t meet his eyes. The boy who had rescued her from Pan’s clutches at the risk of his own life. But then again, she had done the same for him. “This place… It’s driving me insane. I can’t stay here.” She repeated, eyes full of desperation.

Devin backtracked to where she stood, both of them oblivious to the figure up in the shadows of the tree. Peter Pan stared down from the boughs of his thinking tree, leaning against the trunk. So the mermaid had escaped with the traitor. He listened silently to their conversation from his hiding place in the darkness.

“Oh Y/N…” Devin wrapped his arms around the girl’s waist as she stared up at him. “I bet I can make you want to stay.” He smirked.

“Oh can you now?” Y/N grinned back, letting her arms wrap loosely around his neck. She bit her lip, blinking innocently up at him.

“Pan was right.” Devin chuckled. “You are a femme fatale.” He kissed the tip of her nose.

Peter was furious. He nearly blasted Devin with a fireball right then and there, but decided that that may be a tad overdramatic. He hadn’t known it, but he had been playing to win her affections ever since she washed up on the shore of Skull Rock. Only for her to fall for someone else? A voice in the back of his mind muttered that being an asshole to her probably hadn’t been the best plan of action, but he waved it away. He hadn’t understood his feelings then. He did now. He watched from his hiding place as a confession fell from her perfect lips. But not for him. No. For Devin. He turned away as his lost boy captured the mermaid, his mermaid, in a kiss. It took all of Pan’s self control to keep from flying down and ripping Devin’s heart out. But he resisted. He was cleverer than that. Pan, for the first time in centuries, had lost his game. Which made him a rather sore loser. But whether or not he liked it, the game was over. And now it was time to reset the board.

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fantasyimmortal · 8 years ago

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Satisfy me

Saeran POV. MM Fantasy AU. Fic Rating: Explicit

It took me a few minutes before I could even try to stand. “What did that bitch do to me?!” I clenched my teeth as I tried to stay on my feet. With my vision slightly blurred I kept one hand pressed to my forehead as I staggered towards the cabin. My wings stayed outstretched in order for me to keep my balance. My body swayed as I reached forward. My claws dug into the wood as I gripped the doorframe. “What the fuck did you do?!” The words came out in a snarl as I spat them at her.

She stood there in dry pants and a tank-top with thin straps, one of which was sliding down her shoulder. Will the torment never fucking end? The faucet of the sink was running and my vision cleared as I focused on the spray nozzle from the sink held in her hands like a weapon. I glanced down at the pentagram on the floor making sure that she hadn’t fixed it before I folded my wings and walked inside.

I held my hand out in front of me condescendingly as I smirked at her. “What? You’re going to spray me with water?”

“It’s holy water, bitch!” She smiled at me as my own smile faded. “It won’t kill you but It’ll fucking hurt won’t it?”

My wings twitched but I didn’t move. She doesn’t have the guts to piss me off. I took another step towards her and she spread her legs in a more defiant stance. I saw a glint in her eyes before she pressed the button on the nozzle.

Yelling out in pain I dove back out of the home. The water seeped through my shirt, burning my skin. “Fuck! You fucking bitch!” I quickly ripped the shirt off as I glared back at her from outside. I saw her eyes widened and I smirked as I straightened my back. “If you wanted me to get undressed you could’ve begged nicely.”

“I wouldn’t beg you for anything!” She yelled from inside.

“Oh, I highly doubt that. You should just accept the inevitable and let me fuck you.” I couldn’t help but feel a little angry as she rolled her eyes at me. Such defiance, angering and yet strangely thrilling as well. “I’m done with this going back and forth shit.” It had to have been a fluke right? I just used too much power earlier.

Bending my knees slightly I jumped for her again. I slapped the nozzle out of her grip with one hand as I clapped the other hand over her mouth. I couldn’t hear her voice but the pain in my head started to return and I instantly let her go. “What the hell are you doing?!”

“I’m not doing anything! Get away from me!” She raised her hand to slap me.

Easily grabbing her wrist I pulled her to me so our noses almost touched. “You were able to strike me once. I strongly suggest you refrain from trying to do so again.” My voice was barely above a whisper and a small look of fear glazed over her eyes.

I placed my hand over her mouth as she took a deep breath and opened her mouth. We stared at each other in silence. While she was glaring at me, my mind was racing. How the fuck am I going to handle this? I can’t fuck her unless she wants it and she doesn’t even have to object verbally. I can’t bring her to Hell with me, but I can’t leave her here unprotected knowing that she could be attacked and killed.

“This is so fucking frustrating.” I sighed as I pushed her away from me. Her head tilted slightly as I reached up and plucked one of the larger feathers from my wings. Forcefully, I held it out to her. “Here!”

“I don’t want that!” She took a step away from me looking at the feather in disgust.

Grabbing her wrist I applied pressure, making her open her hand. I placed the feather in her hand and stepped back. She held it between her fingers as she looked at it from all angles. Raising her other hand she lightly pinched her fingers together and gently ran them from the base to the tip of it. With a growl I grabbed both her wrists. “Don’t fucking do that, I’m losing my damn mind!”

“So what? Is this a memento of our meeting that I’m supposed to stare at longingly?” She said sarcastically as she looked up at me.

“That would actually be good news for me.” I gave her a sensual smile, in return she rolled her eyes. I clenched my jaw and backed away from her. “Look. I have shit to figure out and putting it simply if you die I do as well and I have no desire to throw away my life for a worthless human like you. Use it if you get in trouble. Then I’ll be back to save this pitiful thing you call life. Just don’t be fucking stupid!” I vanished from her sight as she opened her mouth to speak again.

The moment I was back in my room I ripped off my pants and clutched my erect cock eagerly with my hand. Placing my other hand on the bedpost next to me I began to quickly pump the hand wrapped around my cock. “Fucking bitch! She did that shit on purpose!” I tilted my head back as I continued to masturbate. “If she just let me fuck her…” The picture of her naked torso came to mind and a small wave of pleasure ran through me as I came into my hand.

My breath was somewhat heavy and my body was still tense but at least I got a little satisfaction. I held up my hand and looked at the cum sticking to my fingers. “Not as much satisfaction as I would like but at least it took some of the edge off. Better than that demon whore.” My eyes rolled back into my head in annoyance. “Do you just constantly stand outside my door and wait until I do anything pleasurable to appease your virgin mind?” I looked over my shoulder and saw Luciel walk in.

“I-I am not a virgin! It’s all coincidence, brother.”

“Of course you’re not and I’m sure it is.” I flicked my wrist laughing as he had to dodge the cum I flung at him.

“That is fucking disgusting!” His face lost some of its color as he tried to regain his composure. Pushing his glasses up his nose I saw a smile peak from behind his fingers. “How was that hot, human ass?” His smile widened as he thrust his hips and laughed.

“I wouldn’t know.” I growled as I picked up the pants I had ripped off and cleaned off the rest of my hand. “I need to speak to mother.” I could feel a vein in my forehead pulsating in anger as he continued to laugh. Slipping on fresh clothes, I prepared to go speak with our mother. There’s got to be a way around this!

“So you’re believing this imprint business now? The first Prince of Hell to imprint on a hu—“

I turned and flung myself at him. Grasping his clothes I threw him roughly against the wall. “Not a chance, but you better keep your mouth shut!”

“But it’s a human…” I clenched my jaw as he bit his lips together to keep from laughing.

I looked at the cum that he had dodged. Turning him around, I put my hand on the back of his head. Smiling to myself I started to push his face towards the sticky, white globs that clung to the wall. “Still think it’s funny, fucker?”

He frantically put his hands on the wall and tried to push back against me. “Okay! Okay! It’s not funny!” I slacked my strength and he jumped back away from the wall, clutching his chest. “I thought I was going to die.”

“You’re so overdramatic.” I walked by him and caught sight my reflection. My true form stared back at me. “Why do I keep forgetting? Dammit!” I continued to watch myself, making sure I had all my form’s features hidden.

“Are you going to leave that shit on the wall? You should really clean up after yourself.” Luciel said as he jumped out of the room and cautiously peeked back inside.

“I swear you act more like a child than anything else. That’s what the maids are for you fucking dumbass. Don’t bother me with such stupid questions.” Ignoring anything else he had to say I walked passed him and to our mother’s room. If anyone knows all about this imprint shit, she does.

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