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minastras · 2 years ago

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MR. VICE PRESIDENT, ahem

You could’ve been a high school power couple had it not been for one thing: you hated each other’s guts.

ummm... we can still be a power couple dhjaskhdjaskhjksa

“What is your job, then? You seem pretty free to me,” he said.

this boy!!! you know what? he can come here. lol let me kick him quick ahha

You, however, didn’t really care about your position on your team as long as you got to play. You did, though, care about beating Choi Yeonjun.

pwuahahahahha YEAH CHOI YEONJUN so sit your booty down!

Whenever Yeonjun winked or smirked or rolled his eyes at you, you were reminded of the infuriating fact that he was, undoubtedly, extremely good-looking.

stop it. because even HE KNOWS THIS HIMSELF hjskahdjask

You cracked one eye open to see Yeonjun standing in front of you, hands on his hips, peering down at you curiously. You immediately sat up straight, blinking a couple of times as if that would erase your tiredness. “Why are you here?” you asked.

“It’s a public bus stop, and I’m a free man,” he said, pushing you aside so he could sit down next to you.

i am so close to running to him and giving him a DROP KICK lolol so annoying!!!!

He had Google Maps and thumbs, after all.

MINA HDJASKDHSAHAHAHAHA THE WAY I WHEEZED ON THIS SCENE OMG

“What’s the matter with you today? Why were you falling asleep in class?” he asked, holding your headphones high above his head, out of your reach.

this lil shit!!!! lolol

Annoyingly, he didn’t move, forcing you to climb over him to get out and off the bus. He flipped you off as the bus drove away, and you flipped him off right back.

LOLOL the way he wouldnt move omg what a butthead!!!! time to really punch him!

When he was done writing, he looked up at you in satisfaction and smirked, arrogant. “Or am I distracting you?”

THE SCREAM I LET OUT, MINA OMG IM LEAVING

You glanced up at him, which was a mistake. The moment you saw concern (of all emotions) on his face, you cracked.

mina T_T this is making me emo now

“Comforting you, dumbass.”

CHOI YEONJUN HDJKAHJDSAK GO AWAY

“You’re not a fraud,” he said under his breath, his eyes staring straight into yours and his hand warm against your cheek.

HELP! ALEXA, PLAY LOSER LOVER RN BECAUSE THATS ME

“Don’t let this go to your head, Pres,” he began, “but I really want to kiss you.”

I JUST LET OUT THE LOUDEST SHRIEK! MINA, I AM SUING

His lips were on yours without your brain having even had the time to process what he’d said. One of his hands shifted down to your waist while the other moved to your jaw, tilting your chin up slightly. Your own hands instinctively came to rest on his chest, and you found yourself kissing him back without thinking. You could feel his heart hammering through his shirt. He was the first to pull away.

BYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE MINA I AM DEACTIVATING AND NEVER COMING BACK

“Haven’t you ever heard of saying ‘please’ and ‘thank you’?”

You didn’t even bother to look up. “Haven’t you ever heard of doing your fucking job?”

PARENTS, PLS STOP FIGHTING T-T

He ignored your glaring at him, your eyes telling him to stop, continuing, “Despite all appearances, they’re not as golden as they so desperately want everyone to think. They even had a little breakdown before their competition.”

YEONJUN, WHY -_- imma fight this dude rq brb

“Because I thought you would understand.”

HELP. THIS AINT HELPING WITH ME LISTENING TO EMO SONGS IN THE BACKGROUND.

“I will be civil to you for the next week so we can see this event through, but I’m done with-” you gestured vaguely between the both of you. “I’m done with whatever this is. Bye, Yeonjun.”

This time, he didn’t chase after you.

WHO PUT ONIONS IN FRONT OF ME? TEARS STREAMING DOWN MY FACE BYE

So it took him far longer than it should have to figure out how else to get to your house (he stood there staring at the bus chart for long enough that three different people offered to help him).

STUPID YEONJUN why would you do this ughhhh my heart hurts ENOUGH DHJASKDHSJAK

He took the glass from you and set it down on the coffee table without using the coaster you’d so nicely placed right in front of him, making you see red. “Four ice cubes? Are you telling me to die?”

MAYBE IF U USED THE COASTER, BUTTHEAD!!!!!

Yeonjun didn’t even look at it, despite being the one who’d asked in the first place. “I like you,” he declared.

WELL... UM... ok...

“Look, you don’t have to say anything. I just needed to tell you because it was driving me crazy. You drive me crazy, actually-”

You grabbed his tie, pulled him towards you, and kissed him. If he was surprised by your boldness he didn’t show it, his hands easily finding their way to your waist as he kissed you back. His lips were cold from the ice water.

SCREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAMING OMG WHAT WHAT JUST HAPPENED OMG I THINK FAINTED

“The golden boy of the school just confessed to me a few hours ago. How could I not be full of myself?” You stopped walking and turned to face him. “I like you,” you mocked, an over-dramatic caricature of his voice.

GSHJDKASDJKASDSAKL THE WAY I AM GUSHING RN BYEEEE

“I want to do this.”

ME PUNCHING A WALL A THOUSAND TIMES BECAUSE OH MY MINA. THIS WAS SO FREAKEN GOOD. The way you were able to write the e2l T_T IT WAS SO WELL WRITTEN. me screaming and crying at yeonjun for being an ass! ahahahah OKAY THE GROUP CHATS THOUGH LOLOLOL SO FUNNY HDASHDJKASHJDKA i am beomgyu tbh lmao

GENIE i could write fics just running on the validation from your feedback tysm!!!

yj is so irritating ADKJALFSHK when he tells the kids about y/n's breakdown istg JAIL

in my head y/n didn't know why they opened up to him until they have that fight too!! they're the kind of person to write off their breakdown as them being 'weak' and not realise they've acc been craving reassurance/empathy from the only other person who will understand them ;-;

AND they don't even notice how much yj cares about them?? yeah he's a petty bitch but he's concerned about them taking the bus alone at night and falling asleep in class. he tries to disguise his worry but he's a shit liar lol

y/n can hide their struggles in front of jimin/minjeong but he sees through it all BC THEY UNDERSTAND EACH OTHER. they're both so prideful w y/n denying they're having a hard time and yj refusing to properly apologise at first!! they really are mirrors of each other

i also think they're both are under sm pressure and their stupid fighting is literally the only fun thing they get to do, so they subconsciously see each other as respite from their stresses. that's why they instantly become so immature when they're tgt LMAO

the coaster thing adlfhaglfhad yj think of the water damage!!!!

i love love love ur reactions ty for reading and telling me ur thoughts <33

#mailbox <3 #genie!#long post #f: mvp

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fluffymcu · 4 years ago

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Letting Loose

Part FIFTEEN

This series is TICKLE related. Outfits that are linked here are purely for picturing the clothes, you don’t have to look like the model.

Series Summary: You’re the little sister of the one and only Captain America. You’re also the youngest girl on the team, so that automatically makes you the avengers’ little princess. And they spoil you as such. They have become your amazing family and you don’t know where you’d be without them. This series will show random adventures and fluffy events in the daily life of the reader and her family, along with an unexpected turn later on as you read.

A/N: I’m so excited to be writing this series! This is my first time writing one and I’m a bit nervous but I hope it all goes well. :) Hope you enjoy!

Word count: 4,593

A week later. You could say you were pretty well rested. You went to bed relatively early that night, and since you had gone running with Bucky and Sam that afternoon, you were tired so you were really able to sleep through the whole night.

Today you were at school, writing some stuff down on your pad and copying things your teacher wrote on the board. That day, your teacher had explained that you all were going to work on a project and suggested that you all find your teammates quickly before he assigned them himself.

Many of your friends and classmates asked you, but you looked over at Ruby and saw that she hadn’t moved from her chair. “Thanks guys, but I think I already have a partner. Next time though!” You said, waving to them and making your way to her desk. When she sensed your presence, she looked up and gave you an awkward smile. “Hey! If you don’t have a partner, we can team if you want?” You shrugged.

“Sure.” She said, clearing some stuff from her desk to make room. You both got started on your small project and soon, the time passed by and you were halfway done. That was until some kid you didn’t recognize walked through your classroom and asked for you. “I’m here for Y/n y/l/n. Someone needs her at the office.” He said. He handed your teacher a sticky note with your name on it. Mr. Thornton looked up at you and nodded.

“Go ahead.”

You sighed, confused but looked at Ruby Anne. “I’m so sorry. I don’t know what they’re calling me for. I hate to leave you here to finish.” You said, giving her an apologetic smile. Ruby shook your head and waved you off.

“It’s cool, there’s not much more to be done anyway. I can finish it.” She said. You smiled brightly and gathered your notes and put them in your bag. You didn’t know if you were leaving school or just needed to do something quickly. But if you were leaving, then Ruby and Peter would have to too. So, you left your bag in the classroom and went with the kid.

You were walking alongside him for a few moments, noticing he had a very tired and lazy expression on his face. But then again, 90% of people at school had that face. You rounded a corner to see Peter standing in the hallway, pacing. You furrowed your eyebrows in more confusion as the kid led you closer to Peter before stopping in front of him. “Peter?” You turned to the kid and gave him your face. “Is this where I’m needed?” You asked him. The boy only shrugged and walked away. You watched him as he walked away and furrowed your brows even more if that was even possible. You were so confused. “Peter what’s going on?”

“Hey! So, I need you to do something for me.” He said. You stopped him right there, having too many questions.

“How did you get him to pull me out of class?” You asked, surprise lacing your voice.

“I gave him 5 dollars- look I know you have a lot of questions but I really need you to help me get my phone back.” He said, grabbing your wrist and taking you down the halls.

“What? Why’d you get your phone taken away?” You asked. Peter didn’t usually get into much trouble so it surprised you that he got his phone taken away. “Wait, and why are we going towards the boy’s locker rooms?” You said, forcefully stopping in your tracks and resisting against him. Peter stopped and turned to look at you.

“I was using it in class but I was in Ms. Abercrombie’s class and you know she doesn’t like anyone using their phones at all-”

“Then why were you using it?”

“Because I was reading up on news around the city for patrols and stuff. Anyway, I was looking at it and so she took it away and sent it to the principal’s office.” He growled. You raised your eyebrows in disbelief.

“The principal’s office? Dang, that’s extra.” You sighed.

“Yeah, so I need you to sneak into the office and get it back for me.”

“What?!” You yelled. Peter quickly shushed you and draped a hand over your mouth. “Peter why me? This is your problem. I don’t wanna get caught sneaking into the principal’s office! What are people gonna think when they see a sophomore trying to get in the principal’s office!” You whisper yelled.

“You’re not gonna get caught. That’s why we’re going through the vents.” He smiled. You widened your eyes in disbelief. Is this kid crazy?

“Ughhhh Peterrr whyyy?” You whined, groaning when he took your hand to lead you into the locker rooms.

“I know, I know. But I really need it back ok? I have a plan that promises you won’t get caught.” He says as you both arrive at the locker rooms, in the small hallway behind everything and where the vent is. It’s positioned high on the wall, almost on the ceiling.

“Peter, if you got your phone taken away, I think you should just accept it and learn. They’ll give it back to you soon.” You sighed.

“I know, but I really need it y/n. I have a lot of important information on there and plus, I’m going on patrol after school. I’m on a lead with a group of drug dealers and my phone has their info on it. So, I need it to track them down and beat the tonight. Please help me.” He begged, giving you puppy eyes. You sighed and thought.

“Well... you need to potentially save a life, so.... fine. I’ll help you.” You smiled. Peter cheered and thanked you before giving you a hug. “But why do I have to be the one to go through the vents?” You asked. Peter chuckled.

“Because I’m too big to fit through them. Ok so, here’s the plan. The principal’s office is just: straight, pass about 2 intersections, right, left, another left, then right. Keep going until you pass the 3rd intersection and there should the air vent above his office. The screws should be easy to take off, be very quiet. I’ll give you my web shooter so you can climb up and down from the ceiling. I don’t know where he put my phone, but check in every drawer you can open. When you find it. shoot a web to the vent and retract the web to pull you up. Screw the bolts again and go back from where you came. I’ll be here waiting for you and keeping watch.” He smiled. You sighed, remembering the information and nodding.

“Okay. I think I got it.”

Peter nodded and crawled up to take the vent door off. He hopped down and gave you his web shooter and you took it and out it on your wrist. “Don’t be nervous, you’ll do great. And don’t feel pressured either. Take your time and I’ll be here when you come back.” You nodded with a smile, still feeling slightly nervous. Peter noticed and gave you a thumbs up and locked his hands together and brought them down. You laid your foot on it and he hoisted yourself up and crawling your upper body into the vent. Your legs were dangling on the wall and you were struggling a bit to put your whole body in.

“Ihihi think I’m stuhuhuck!” You giggled, making Peter smile. “I am sohoho horrible at stealth.” Peter smirked, looking at your legs. The backs of your knees were perfectly exposed. It was an opportunity too good to pass.

“Yeheah, you really suck at this.” He chuckled, suddenly scratching his fingers behind your knees. You squealed in surprise and burst into hysterics, kicking your legs out violently.

“Peteheheheher!!!” You brought your hand up to your mouth to stifle your giggles, since you couldn’t reach your legs.

“What? You looked so nervous and stressed. I’m helping you ease up!” He teased, moving up to flutter his fingers a bit higher, the backs of your thighs. You shrieked and desperately started to climb, trying to get your legs in the vents, but it was no use.

“NOHOHOO! STOHOHOP IT!!!” You laughed, now trying to slip back out of the vents and drop to the floor to escape the torture. But Peter only chuckled and grabbed your legs, lifting them back up to keep you in there before continuing his attack. “NOHOHOOO!” You cried, your laughter ringing through the vents. Peter was now openly giggling with you.

“Not much you can do, y/n/n, you’re pretty stuck.” He smirked, squeezing up and down the back of your thighs. You cackled, the teases making this 10 times worse. You were praying that no one could hear your laughter echoing in the rooms. “Are you feeling more relaxed now?” He asked, grabbing your leg and scratching behind you knee, holding your ankle to keep you from kicking your leg out.

“YEHEhhhhhehes!” You wheeze, erupting into bubbly residual laughter when he let your leg go. You lay there, completely immobile as you pant and catch your breath. Peter smiles up at you though you can’t see him and chuckles.

“Ok. So now that you're less nervous, thanks to me,” He says, making you roll your eyes. “You should be ready to go! Remember the steps?” He asked.

“Yup.” You say, grunting as you once again try to climb in. Peter grabs your legs and pushes you up to help you crawl in once you're in the vents, you stick out your hand to give him a thumbs up. Peter does the same and you start crawling through the school. “Okay, one, two, right.” You mumble to yourself. “1…2 lefts.” “Right. 1, 2, 3. Here.”

You reach the vent look down to see the principal’s desk below you. You check to see if it’s empty. It is. You then quietly unscrew the screws and gently let the door open. You take a deep breath and let your legs down first, shooting a web at the top of the vent and slowly reel down. You begin to look around the drawers of the office, checking in all the drawers of his desk. They’re empty. You sigh, looking around and a filing cabinet catches your eye. You walk towards it and find that the drawers are locked.

You look around and finally spot a set of keys hanging on the corkboard next to the door. “Bingo.” You grab the keys and unlock the cabinets. You smile as you find Peter’s cracked phone in the 3rd cabinet. You quickly grab it putting everything back the way it was, and retracting the web to lift you back up into the vents. “Like I was never hereee.” You say in a smug voice. You were pretty proud of yourself for doing something like this and not messing up. After tightening the screws again, you make your way back through the maze.

You stick your head out and see Peter sitting on the ground resting against the wall. “It’s official. I'm the world’s greatest spy.” You quipped. Peter grins at you and stands up.

“Awesome! You were amazing, I know it! Thank you so so much.” He sighs, helping you down. You giggle and hand him the phone.

“It was really fun actually.” You admitted. Peter nudged your ribs with his elbow, causing you to breathe out a laugh.

“I bet it was. Thanks again. Now I can get back to my leads.” He says, looking through the phone. “I’ll walk you back to class.”

Thankfully class wasn’t over yet, so you were able to return and finish the project with Ruby. You finished the rest of your classes and the school day went by. The 3 of you went home and did your chores; homework, laundry, etc.

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After you had all finished your chores, the team was in a meeting discussing a few things with Secretary Ross in the council room, so the 3 of you were hanging out in the theater room with a movie on. Godzilla was playing. However, you three weren’t really watching the movie. This happened a lot because you would eat all your snacks and get into a sugar rush, which ended up with you guys goofing around and jumping all over the place. Ruby Anne was kind of chuckling a bit as you and Peter flew around the recliner couches, jumping on them and doing acrobatic movements. You and Peter were challenging each other by giving each other moves they had to copy.

“Okay y/n/n do this.” Peter panted, jumping up in the air and doing a backflip, landing right back on the couch. You giggled and attempted to do it, put you didn’t have enough momentum, causing you fall flat on your back. You both burst into giggles and you slowly got up once you caught your breath.

“Thahat’s not fahair! You know I can’t do backflips.” You said, clutching your stomach from laughing so much. Peter chuckled and nodded at you.

“Tough cheese, y/n/n. Your turn.” He quipped. You growled at his phrase before smirking and grabbing one of the throw pillows.

“Okay… do�� THIS!” You said, smacking him on the head, causing him to fall off the couch. That made Ruby Anne laugh a bit, covering her mouth to hide her smile. Peter groaned and sat up, giving you a knowing look.

“Ooh. Wrong choice of words.” He chuckled before grabbing a pillow. You scream at your realization and start to run around the theater, moving through the aisles of the couches and ducking behind them when he launches a pillow at you.

You both continue to chase each other around until you finally man up face him, commencing the official pillow fight. You're giggling hysterically, closing your eyes and throwing your pillow around blindly, repeatedly aiming for wherever you felt him.

After a moment you heard Peter grunt and pick you up from your waist and throw you down on the couch. You open your eyes and see him straddle you before whacking your face again and again. You raise your hands up to protect your face, still giggling uncontrollably. Peter grins at your attempts to protect yourself and digs his hand under your arm, causing you to shriek and bring your arms down. He cheers victoriously and starts to whack you again. “RUHUHUBY HEHEHELP!” You say, hoping that she’d at least tell him something. But before she could even say anything, Peter turned to look at her.

“Don’t even think about it or you're next to feel my pillow wrath.” He threatened. Ruby chuckled and stayed put, a slight blush on her face. You cackled as you tried to grab hold of his pillow but he kept ripping it out of your grasp.

“OHOHOW YOHOURE SITTING ON MY RIHIHIB! AHAHAND IT TIHICKLES! BUT IT HUHUHURTS!” You cry, making Peter laugh and move his knee from your ribs. You finally rip his pillow out of his hands and you press it on his face and push until he's on his back. You hop off the couch, giving him a hard smack with the pillow before running away, deciding to sit next to Ruby to potentially use her as a shield. Peter rounds the couch and has a wide smirk of his face.

“What, you think she’ll protect you? I’ll get her too!” He laughed and started to whack Ruby on the head. Since he didn’t know how she reacted to rough play, he kept the hits light, but fair. Ruby started to giggle, something you haven’t heard out of her yet. You grin and begin to whack her as well with your own pillow, eventually turning into a 3-person fight; Peter attacking you again after Ruby, and her attacking Peter.

Amidst the fight, Ruby felt herself feeling more and more attracted to Peter. His silly personality was very appealing and though it may be surprising, she liked guys that goofed around. Peter had a confidence that she didn’t see in many guys, while still being humble. This crush has been going on hard for 2 weeks now. She wondered if she should tell him straight away or not. Ruby Anne was a very direct person. She liked to be certain of things and she didn’t like to doubt stuff; it wasted her time. If she told him right away, at least she’d know if he felt the same for sure, right? Then if he didn’t reciprocate her feelings, she wouldn’t be wasting her time chasing something she wasn’t gonna get. It hurts less this way. She thought.

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You're exhausted, sprawled out on the floor with your pillow a few feet away from you. Peter is doubled over on the backrest of the couch, looking lifeless. Ruby is panting on the couch and holding the pillow to her chest. It was a long battle.

Right then, Tony walked in to the theater room and made a woozy face. “What happened here?” He chuckled. “Looks like this place had an earthquake of its own.”

“We had a pillow fight.” Peter said, still not moving from his position on the couch. Tony chuckled and shook his head. He noticed Ruby on the couch and smiled, liking that she’s been hanging around you guys more.

“Ah. Well I'm glad you kids had fun. Meetings done. We’re about to start dinner.” You perked up at the sound of food and you got up.

“I’ll help! To speed up the process. Cause I'm hungry.” You smiled cheekily at Tony as you passed by him. He shook his head fondly at you before ruffling your hair.

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You were so happy tonight because you were helping Nat and Wanda make Chicken Alfredo for dinner; one of your favorite dishes. Since Wanda was vegan, she was making a small separate pot of pasta without chicken. When dinner was ready, you all sat at the table and ate, everyone wanting seconds and thirds. “This delicious and nutritious meal has definitely satisfied my hunger! I always enjoy when we have this meal.” Thor boomed, stuffing another spoonful of pasta. Everyone else agreed, thanking the three of you for cooking. You all continued to talk over dinner, Tony going over a few points that they discussed in the meeting, and when everyone was finished, you and Pietro stayed behind to help Wanda clean up the kitchen.

After a while, you were washing the dishes when you looked behind you to see Pietro looking bored out of his mind. He was staring out into nothing, lost in thought. You smirked and lifted a hand from the sink, flicking some water off to get it at him. He flinched with a look of disgust, coming back to reality. “Ugh! What was that for?!”

“Look alive Pietro! We’re cleaning!” You said cheerily, to tease him. Pietro grumbled and continued to wipe down the counters with the wet rug. He passed by behind you and pressed the clod wet rag against the back of your neck, making you squeal and shrug your shoulders up. You growled and got your hand wet again before flicking it on him. He had the same reaction for a split second but this time he looked at you with a look that told you you were screwed. Before you could even think, Pietro scooped you up and started blowing raspberries on your belly. You instantly fell into loud belly laughter. “NOHOHOOO IVE BEEN TICKLED ENOHOHOHOUGH TODAHAHAHAY!” You cried, letting your head hang backwards and you desperately pushed at his head.

“Not by me!” He teased, tightening his grip on you and rubbing his stubble up and down your belly. “Besides, its not my fault you’ve been a cheeky little thing today. Maybe you deserved everything you got!”

You shook your head as you laughed, Wanda smirking at your desperate laughter as she continued to dry the dishes and put them away. Just then, Steve came into the kitchen and grinned at your predicament. As soon as you saw him, (you don’t know why, but you did) you reached out to him for help. “STE-STEHEHEVE PLEHEHEASE TELL HIM TO STOHOHOP!” You whined. Steve chuckled and grabbed a glass from the cabinet and filled it up with water.

“Try biting her ribs, she loooves that!” He said, winking at you teasingly.

“NOOOOOOHOHO!”

Pietro hummed thoughtfully and began to nibble at your ribs, making you convulse in his grip. “AHAHAHAA! PLEHEHEASE!” You beg. Steve watches you freak out as he leans against the counter, the corner of his eyes wrinkling a bit as he smiles. You think you're gonna die at the hands of the blonde haired speedster tonight. Or you did, because Wanda finally came to your rescue by telling them to stop.

“Okay boys, don’t kill her,” She chuckles. Pietro lets you go after a few seconds and you wobble over to the counter to lean on it, since your legs feel like jelly. You're still letting out tired giggles and Wanda steps closer to you. “We’ll handle the rest of the kitchen. Go rest, okay?” She says, giving your back a small rub before going back to work. “That means you're helping too, Steve.” She says, giving him a look. You smile and stick your tongue at your brother before leaving the kitchen and throwing yourself on the living room couch.

You're there for about 10 minutes before you feel the cushions dip quickly, Peter having jumped over the couch and landing between your legs. You were laid face down so you couldn’t see who it was, but you knew it was Peter by the way the cushions felt when he landed on them. “Hey, you asleep?” He asked. You turned around on your back to look at him.

“Not really. What's up.” You asked.

“Wanna go outside to the tree swing?” He asked. You smiled and nodded, putting on your shoes before following him outside. You both reached the swing that was pretty far away and you took a seat on it, Peter offering to push you.

You both talked and laughed, talking about the usual things, school, upcoming tests, gossip about girls you don’t really get along with in school, and everything else that came with teenager talk.

After a few minutes, you grinned as you had an idea to jump off the swing. You were going pretty fast and high but for some reason you weren’t scared at the moment. You hopped off, flying in the air for 2 seconds before falling down. You land on your feet but you kinda stumble down right after; but you catch yourself with your hands and stand up. “Nice!” Peter chuckles, walking around to the other side of the tree, where a strong thick rope was tied. “Think you can hang from the rope upside down, like I do?” He challenged. You giggled, walking to where he was and looked at the rope. It looked strong enough, you thought. With a nod, you jump up and grab it, using your core to lift your legs and hang upside down. Your holding your weight with your hands on the rope, and your kind of in a Spider Man position, except your legs stretched out and dangling instead of resting on the rope near your hands. “Wooow look at you!” Peter sings and you start to laugh, suddenly getting nervous. You feel your hands losing their grip on the rope.

“Okay nononono put me down put me down!” You squeak. Peter chuckles and loops his hands under your arms and you let go, flopping onto him, your back to his chest. You ler out a relieved giggle and you both sit down on the grass. It’s getting dark and the stars are becoming visible. You and Peter stargaze and make conversation again, and before you know it all the events of today have made you exhausted and you drifted to sleep. Peter looks at you to see you sound asleep and he smiles to himself, before gently carrying you, careful not to wake you up and takes you to your bedroom. He lays you on your bed and tucks you in before whispering goodbye to you.

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Ruby had seen Peter take you to your bedroom so she decided to wait for him down the hall. She was going to be forward and confess her feelings for Peter.

Finally Peter came out of your rom and started to walk down the hall before Ruby called out to him. “Hey, uhh Peter. Do you have a moment?” She asks. Peter smiles and nods, coming close to her. “Sure. What's up.” She takes a deep breath before speaking up to him. “Okay, so… I have been kinda wanting to tell you this for a bit now, so I'm just gonna say it.” She says, pausing. “I have a crush on you.—I like you kinda like a lot, and I was wondering If you felt the same? I f you don’t, that’s completely fine, I understand but I just thought I would tell you so I would know for sure…” She hums, her words dying out at the end.

Peter stood there, shocked and unsure of what to say. He felt so bad. “Oh…” He said.

“Oh?” Ruby echoed, looking up at him, shifting in her weight a lot. Peter shakes his head to get in the game and looks up at her.

“Umm… I'm- I really uhh- appreciate your honesty. Thank you for telling me. But umm,,, I- I kinda have a crush on… someone else.” He sighs, pressing his lips in a fine line.

Ruby nods slowly but fully, already knowing who he meant and smiling a bit. “Is it... y/n?” She asks. Peter stays silent for a minute before looking down at the floor, blushing and barely nodding. Ruby smiled tightly. “Yeheah, I thought so. I see the way you look at her sometimes.” She chuckles. “That’s cool though, she’s a really nice girl,,, Well, thanks for the talk.” She smiles a bit and turns to leave. Peters eyes widen a bit and he reaches his hand out.

“But wait Ruby Anne!” She paused and turned around to look at him, waiting for him to say something. “I hope this... doesn’t change anything, or you know, set things back. W-We’re good right? We’re still friends?” He asks, playing with his fingers a bit. He would hate for all their progress to be lost over this.

Ruby half smiles and nods a bit. “Yeah, were good.”

Peter nods, sighing in relief. “Great. Oh, and can you not...like... tell her? About this? I-I wanna wait until the time is,, right.” He said, knowing himself that he wasn’t planning on telling you anytime soon, at least until a couple of years when you’re older so as to not ruin what you have now.

“Of course, yeah I get it. Night.” She nods.

“Thank you. Goodnight Ruby.” He sighed. After that, they both went to their own rooms and went to bed as well. Sure, Ruby was a bit disappointed, but she didn’t feel jealous or envious. Now at least she knew for sure, and could move on quicker than she would if she had manifested those feelings for longer and longer until it would hurt more to let those feeling go. And that was okay with her.

#ticklish!reader #ticklish #tickle fight #marvel tickle #tickle fluff #avengers tickle #peter x reader #peter parker x reader #avengers #marvel #marvel mcu #peter parker #captain america #steve rogers

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mcwriting · 5 years ago

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the objection

Hi everyone... I know I said I would post my new series this weekend, but I decided to post this ficlet instead and wait to post the series until starstruck is done (which it almost is!)

Pls enjoy this little bby that I was inspired to write after people were clowning on that POV tiktok over the audio from 18 by 1D haha

Fandom: Tom Holland

Ship: Tom x reader

Setting: any ol’ wedding venue + a park

Word Count: 959

Warnings: none

Rating: K; this is a very “everyone” kind of story

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You’re staring at the back of her head, because you know you’ll do something stupid if you even glance once at Tom.

He’s been your best friend since high school. You developed a crush on him sophomore year. You fell in love with him before graduation.

You’re her maid of honor. She knows how much you mean to him.

They met in college, when Harrison introduced them.

You glance at the blonde, and he’s looking the same way at Tom.

He’s the one that liked her, but she chose Tom instead. You always stayed quiet.

Every time they argued you thought it'd be over.

You were wrong.

Her bouquet is in your hands.

Don’t mess this up. They’re together for a reason.

You can’t stop thinking about it until two words snap you back to reality.

“Any objections?”

Don’t. No.

It’s the second you look at his face though, that feelings bubble over, and you find yourself dropping the bouquet and calling it out to his face.

“I have loved you since we were eighteen!”

Everything happens in slow motion.

There are loud gasps. Tom looks at you in shock.

“Y/n...” he whispers.

She turns around, seething.

“GET. OUT.”

You feel panic in your chest. You’re about to turn when Harrison pipes up.

“No. You know what? I object too.”

There are more gasps. More tension fills the air.

“What?” Tom asks, looking now at his other best friend in betrayal.

“Tom I tried to tell you this morning, but last night. At the rehearsal? She came onto me. She tried to kiss me.” Harrison points right at her.

Cue more gasps. Tom’s head whips back to her.

The rehearsal. You’d wanted to say something but chickened out. Harrison didn’t tell you about this.

“Well you’re the one who’s liked me this whole time!” She spat.

Tom looks between the two in confusion.

“No. I liked you when I introduced you two. I stopped the second I could see how happy you made my best friend. I could never do that to him.”

You’re crying. Tom meets your eyes.

This is too much, you turn and run down the aisle.

Behind you, you hear the screams of the bride, the call of your name leave Tom’s lips, the shuffling from the crowd.

Tom looks to Harrison, who motions for him to follow you.

She screams even more.

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The hem of your dress is brown with filth from running through the park.

Good. I never liked this thing anyways.

The stupid updo your hair had been in was dismantled, a horde of hair pins now tossed into the grass. Your hair falls in loose curls.

You hear rustling, it’s Harrison. You let out a sigh of relief.

He sits down on the other side of the secluded bench.

It’s where the three of you have always come to clear your heads.

He explains how Tom was stopped by the bride’s family, angered at his decision to follow you.

Harrison had slipped out unnoticed.

He rubs circles on your back for a couple of minutes, both of you marinating over what happened in the chapel.

He knows Tom is coming soon, and with a final squeeze on your shoulders, he vanishes.

Tears flow again.

There’s more rustling. This time it’s really him.

Tom hesitates to sit down. You’re both staring at the ground.

“So it’s true? You love me?” He asks finally. Your heart aches.

“More than I can explain.”

“Why did you wait this long?”

That one really stings.

“You were so happy. I couldn’t ruin that. I love you too much to break your heart and I’d rather suffer than lose you forever.”

“So why say it today?” He looks right at you, then back at his fidgeting hands.

“I thought one day you would break up. I was wrong. I just couldn’t go any longer without you knowing the truth.”

A heavy silence falls around you.

“I should have seen it coming. Her liking Harrison. He told me he liked her from the beginning but said he was fine with us going out. There were signs she was slipping away.”

Your brows furrow. He continues.

“Maybe I was holding onto something doomed to fail because I was scared of being rejected.”

“What are you saying Tom?” You whisper, searching his face.

“It’s you, y/n. It’s always been you. I was more scared of losing you than just admitting the truth. I love you.”

His eyes finally meet yours again, they’re watery.

“You... you do?”

He stands up.

“YES! Y/n y/l/n I love you and I have since probably the day we met. I’m so in love with every inch and bit of you!”

You’re still sitting in shock, looking at him.

“Just say something. Anything, y/n. Please.” He pleads.

But you can’t, instead you stand up and grab his shirt, pulling him down to press your lips together for the first time since you’d pinky promised to be each other’s first kisses the night before your first party sophomore year.

That was that day you’d realized you liked him.

You’re crying again when you pull away, but this time you’re both smiling.

He picks you up and spins you around.

This is love.

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You’re running down the same aisle as before, but this time you’re holding Tom’s hand and you’re wearing the white dress.

It’s been only a year, but it’s been the best year of your life.

Your friends and family are at the wedding reception hall.

They were the people who cheered when you’d shown everyone you were in love. They had always known.

The honeymoon is bliss, but truly you’ll always be in the honeymoon phase.

And it was all because of one small objection.

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A/N: okay I love this style of writing for little ficlets like this and ughhhh it reminds me of the Ricky Bowen confession to Nini lol

#the objection #tom holland #tom holland fanfiction #tom holland imagine #tom holland x reader #tom holland au #tom holland x y/n #tom holland x you #harrison osterfield

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magioftheseas · 5 years ago

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Nekomaru & Yasuke

Summary: Nidai Nekomaru’s FTEs in the SDR2 Protagonist Matsuda Yasuke AU. Yep. It’s about half-and-half I think.

Rating: PG

Warnings: Language and references to hospitals. Because. Matsuda.

Notes: So I decided to write more FTEs just for like, the fun of it. And I felt like I should at least write them for a male character and Nidai was my pick because I’m actually pretty invested in the potential for Nidai/Matsuda. Nidai is also super underappreciated by the canon writers like it’s distressing. I’m hoping I do more justice to his character in Protag Matsun. I’ll do my best! I am pretty happy with these FTEs, at least~

Read this fic among others HERE

Main story is HERE

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“It’s the start of the new DAAAAAAAY! Remember to face EVERY DAY as if it were your LAAAAST! GYAHAHAHA!!!”

A sharp knee swiftly met the back of his patella, and Nidai nearly toppled over with an oof. Chuckling lowly, he swung his arm to meet the assailant, and it was Matsuda who ducked under.

“I’m not here to fight,” Matsuda said simply. “I’m just here to tell you: stop fucking screaming every morning. It’s more than I can take.”

“Matsuda! I nearly knocked that smarmy head off your shoulders!” Nidai exclaimed with booming laughter. “I did think that kick was too weak to be Owari!”

“It was an accident. I was so driven by the impulse from your screaming that I had to. Like with smacking an alarm clock.”

Of course, I didn’t feel nearly as much animosity towards a device made to wake me up in time for work as I do towards some brick head just screaming for the hell of it.

“Gyahahaha!” Nidai rubbed his head. “Still, good reflexes, good reflexes!”

“It’s because I’m used to people taking swings.”

“Matsuda! You ought to hone those in!” With his hands on his hips, Nidai leaned down with a wide grin. “How about a little spar?”

“Absolutely not.” The answer was immediate. “If I get injured, it’ll be a hassle bandaging myself up. And I don’t want to rely on the not-nurse for shit.”

Nidai folded his arms.

“Aye, such a difficult one. Then!” That grin resumed as if it hadn’t left. “Stay up a while longer and talk with me! Going back to sleep won’t be nearly as healthy!”

Matsuda scoffed but, considering he was considerably alert now, he wasn’t in the mood for falling back asleep either. He still wanted to turn down the demand, but knowing Nidai, he’d be risking getting literally strong-armed if he did.

The stupid shit I have to do on this fucking island. The shit I thought I’d avoid by skipping grades and attending medical school off the bat.

“Fine, fine, whatever.”

It’s a real pain in the ass.

“Is there anything you’ve been wondering about me, Matsuda?”

“Not particularly.”

“Gyaha! Tough nut to crack! You’re a real brat, aren’t ya?”

Despite saying that, Nidai smiled fondly rather than the usual look of contempt that Matsuda was used to when hearing those words. Matsuda said nothing, even as he mulled over it. After a while, he sighed.

“As a coach, I bet you’re used to dealing with all kinds of brats, huh.”

“Oh YEAH! Countless cocky little shits, haha! Owari’s a particular case!” Nidai laughed, louder than before. “The hot-temperedness of youth! It’s to be EXPECTED!”

Mmhm. Coming from you.

Matsuda yawned.

But the older you get, the more and more knocked down you are. But you still have difficult people even then.

“Dealing with athletes as patients can be a huge-ass pain,” he found himself saying. “When they come down with a condition, the first thing they worry about is missing practice. I get it, but it’s stupid. Your head might be broken and you’re thinking of a damn game? Why don’t you worry about how your family will feel instead?”

Nidai huffed.

“Although the future’s scary, isn’t it?” Matsuda looked up towards the sky dully. “Not having it secured can be terrifying in a world that has no qualms about chewing you up and spitting you out.”

It’s a world run by predators.

Nidai snorted then, and he smacked his back hard enough that he nearly choked.

“You’re so young and you already sound like an old salaryman! Lighten up, Matsuda!” He smacked his back again and damn near knocked his fucking ass over. “But it’s a nostalgic feeling! Having one of my boys admit their anxieties! In return, allow me to do it for you!”

“No thanks, I’ve had enough of your hand on me for one day,” Matsuda snapped, smacking said hand away when it reached for his shoulder. “And it’s not like you’re special for listening to me ramble. I’m just like an old man in that regard.”

Not to mention I’m driven more by spite than passion at this point.

Matsuda paused, realizing something belatedly.

“I don’t want a guy still in high school calling me a boy. You know the only reason why we’re classmates is because we were scouted by Hope’s Peak, right?” His glare sharpened. “That’s not just any high school.”

“Pfff. You’re not the only professional here, Matsuda.” Folding his arms, Nidai looked bigger than ever. “I’ve had my fair share of mouthy brats trying to look down on me.”

He said that, but was literally looking down at Matsuda as he did. Not that it could be helped. The guy was built like a truck and even his obnoxious grin was overwhelming.

“...I suppose that’s true, isn’t it,” Matsuda ended up conceding. “You’re definitely more impressive than some of the other yahoos on this island. Well. More like most of them.”

“YOU REALLY SHOULD HAVE MORE RESPECT FOR YOUR PEERS!!!” Nidai bellowed. “That’s the FIRST STEP to teamwork!!”

Matsuda’s ears were left ringing.

“And AS the Ultimate Coach, it is my duty to lead ALL of you!” Nidai went on, booming. “Not as a LEADER, of course, but a guide! A guide to LIGHTNING VICTORY!”

“As opposed to thunderous?” Matsuda asked dully.

“ABSOLUTELY!!!” And as if to strengthen his point, Nidai’s eyes were brimming with a white-hot pulse. “Just as you should not DOUBT YOURSELF, you should NOT DOUBT ME!!!”

Right now all I hear is a drawn-out beat. As if my hearing has lost its pulse. Ah, that’s probably not good.

“I’m going back to my cottage.”

“Without even STRETCHING?! I think not! Come Matsuda, you MUST exercise at the start of EVERY DAY!”

“Ugh.”

“Less time GROANING and more time MOANING! From exertion! Or do you need IT after all?!”

“Ughhhh.”

In the end, there was no escape and he was forced to comply.

All that said, he did actually feel a little better afterwards. Perhaps. Maybe.

Blah.

“Matsuda! You always wear that LAB COAT! As respectable as it is, it’s inappropriate for THIS KIND OF WEATHER!!!!”

“Ah, huuuuh?”

I barely stepped out and this gorilla is already screaming at me, huh. And about my coat of all things?

“I just washed it, if that’s what you’re worried about,” Matsuda snapped, unimpressed. “I don’t need a brute like you nagging me, too.”

“While you are clean now, YOU’RE STILL GOING TO SWEAT LIKE A PIG LATER!!!” Nidai boomed, stomping over to him. “Take! It! Off!!!”

Matsuda sighed. He adjusted his coat so that it slipped down both shoulders instead of just one.

“Better?”

“ALL THE WAY, MATSUDA! COME ON!!!”

Matsuda rolled his eyes and tugged his lab coat the rest of the way off. Since he wasn’t in the mood for just holding it, it threw it over his head and used it as a cover from the sun. It wasn’t terribly helpful and he still felt irritable and twitchy.

“One sleeve rolled up and shirt half-tucked,” Nidai mused, getting a better look at his mostly buttoned-up dress shirt and sloppily done tie for good measure. “You’re quite dedicated to the half-assed look, huh. That’s a unique spirit.”

“It’s more sensible than wearing a damn chain around your neck,” Matsuda pointed out, eyes narrowing sharply. “Seriously, what the hell is up with that?”

Nidai, as he tended to when he stupidly had no real answer, burst out laughing. Booming, bright, thunderous laughter that made Matsuda want to skitter back into the quiet of the night. If fucking only the hour didn’t guarantee the bitch-ass sun at its brightest on this stupid island. Every single day. Without fail.

“While you’d be quite the project, I do think I could whip you into shape,” Nidai said, cracking his knuckles with relish. “Alright! Let me get a better look at your body!”

Matsuda held up a hand.

“This much I’m willing to allow. If my boundary is pushed further, I’ll start throwing scalpels.”

Nidai cackled.

“A step at a time is still progress!”

When he took Matsuda’s hand, all Matsuda could think about was how it was enveloped in almost an instant. Nidai’s own hands were meaty and huge, more on the level of a large animal than a human. They were rough and a little sweaty, too.

I’ll have to wash my hands as thoroughly as I would prior to surgery after this.

Nidai hmphed as his thick fingers traced the knuckles, veins, and lines in his palm.

Ah, it’s almost like getting my fortune.

“There’s too much strain on your wrists!” Nidai huffed. “You should do stretches at least every day! It’s simple!” He pushes his hand back, and it hurts a twinge. Matsuda barely twitched as the position was held. “Thirty seconds. It’s small but it builds and will lessen arthritis pain significantly.” He curls Matsuda’s hand into a fist and pushes that down too. “There are other ones, of course. It’s just a small portion of your time, Matsuda!”

Matsuda nodded.

“Right, right.”

This isn’t the worst instance of my hand being held but I can’t say it’s one of my favorites.

“But you do seem to have some muscles built up in your arm! That’s GREAT!” Nidai patted his forearm. He only ghosted where the elbow met bicep. “Still, a man at your age and height should have MORE than that!!”

Matsuda rolled his eyes.

“Not a lot of doctors engage in the healthiest behavior,” he muttered. “Too busy helping everyone else.”

“HMPH!” Nidai somehow shouted that. “Not an excuse!”

“Whatever.”

“Matsuda...!” But despite obviously being on the verge of screaming again, Nidai quieted when he noticed something. “Ah.”

“Whaaaaat,” Matsuda droned. “You aren’t going to tell me I need to thicken my veins too, right?”

Nidai shook his head and grinned.

“I was just thinking that your fingers really are beautiful.”

Matsuda blinked once. Twice. Nidai dropped his hand, grin still on his face.

“And that’s the end of your morning checkup! You’re free to go, Matsuda!”

“Uh, huh.” Feeling both confused and irritable, Matsuda didn’t miss a beat. “Right, I’ll come by again later.”

Annoyingly, Nidai lit up even more.

“I’m looking FORWARD to it!!”

It’s not like I want to go back to him but...I guess it would be helpful to be able to hold a scalpel for longer. Yeah. Matsuda nodded to himself, slipping his coat back on and staring at his hand. When he felt his own pulse, thumb running over his slightly throbbing wrist, he grimaced. Ultimate Coach, huh.

The next time, it was actually a little bit more bearable having Nidai helping him stretch out both his wrists. Despite what the thick skull might tell a person, Nidai had the sense to know when he was being too rough and it never hurt more than necessary.

But, truth be told, Matsuda paid more attention to how Nidai openly admired his fingers.

“You got a thing about doctor hands or what?”

“Gyahaha! It’s not strange to appreciate healing hands! I have a pair myself, you know!” Nidai boomed. “But it’s a secret technique that only my teams can know.”

With that kind of volume, it won’t be for long.

“Yeah,” Matsuda elected to just agree with him. “You’ve definitely got enough skills to be a chiropractor. I bet that’s helpful for sore athletes.”

Nidai beamed, shining with pride.

“I may be USED to praise, but it’s something when someone like YOU joins in, haha! But as a doctor, you’re well aware of the effects of it, aren’t you?!”

It being chiropractic? Matsuda wondered, uninterested. He shrugged it off.

“So this is what you do, huh. You don’t just yell at idiots to get moving, you actually manipulate their body in a way that makes them more pliable.” He hummed. “Wow. That’s more devious than I would’ve expected from a meathead like you.”

“Obviously as a coach, it is my prerogative to be well aware of my athletes’ physical and emotional states,” Nidai pointed out. “I wouldn’t be worth any salt if I weren’t.”

“Good point.” Matsuda nodded in approval. “That’s what we call competency. Always a nice thing to have.”

“Health is an important factor for both of us,” Nidai remarked, pulling away. “In fact, it’s because of people like you that my job is even possible.”

They were sitting in the shade only because Matsuda had insisted on it. But Nidai was never any less bright. Matsuda stared at him, and he had to keep his spine straight. It was annoying. Better for him, but annoying.

“Y’know, I couldn’t care less if a person is able to run around and jump,” he murmured. “So long as they’re still themselves.”

Nidai snorted.

“There are people who can’t find themselves while confined to a bed. I used to be that way, actually.”

Matsuda blinked.

“It’s not a brain condition, it’s a heart condition,” Nidai went on. “And because of it, I was alone and isolated. But that wasn’t true. I was just blaming the condition. But it had...obfuscated my sight, you could say.”

Ah. That’s right, isn’t it.

“It is true: overworking myself to death is dangerously easy.” Nidai huffed. “So I had not thought to try...until I was inspired by a fellow patient with the same condition. A coach, in fact, who died before he could see his team succeed. That lit a fire in me, and just like that, everything was illuminated!”

Matsuda said nothing more, he just listened until Nidai cut himself off with a rough chortle.

“But you didn’t approach this ol’ coach to hear his story, did you, Matsuda?”

“I don’t mind,” he replied. “You actually did remind me of something important. And obvious. So when you became a coach, did you...?”

“The first thing I did was take that fellow man’s team TO VICTORY!!!” Nidai exclaimed. “FOR NOTHING ELSE WOULD SUFFICE!!!”

Matsuda snorted, but with his lips twisting, he still nodded along.

I know how short-sighted of a person I can be. While my profession may be noble, it’s still selfishly-driven. How stupid. I should know better than anyone how easy it is to lose someone, be it through a brain tumor or the physical confines weathering down the mind. There are so many ways to get crushed.

And he supposed Nidai was someone aiming to prevent that as much as possible. Or, perhaps, Nidai refused to see it. He could’ve simply been determined. Or an optimist. Or stubborn. Or an idiot. Really, he could be all of those things because that’s just how people were. A series of complex parts and systems.

It’s as beautiful as it is wretched.

“MATSUDA!!!” Nidai boomed. “You’re DAYDREAMING! If you have time to do that, you have time to RUN!!!”

“Pipe down, you fucking oaf. Just because I respect you a little doesn’t mean I’ll take kindly to your fucking banshee screaming.”

“WHAT WAS THAT??!?!”

It’s as wretched as it is maddening. For sure.

Matsuda wondered if diving into the ocean then and there would spare the trouble, but with the idea of Nidai having to break his ribs on the off-chance he actually drowned a little, he would have to find another way.

He managed.

“MatsuDA!!! You’re slouching again!”

“Urgh, so noisy.”

Matsuda rubs his nape, and specifically he presses hard into the section where his neck met his shoulder. Because of how he slept, there was a sharp ache. He had taken to reading when flat on his back, but it hadn’t done much.

Nidai harrumphed.

“So stubborn! Alright, strip so I can get started!”

“It’s not necessary.” Matsuda waved him off. “I’ll just take it easier. Which, unfortunately, means for me another leisure day. Gross.”

“How are you going to get ANYTHING done?!” Nidai screeched accusingly. “To just stand around so LISTLESSLY! What a waste of time!!!”

“Every single day spent on this island is time wasted,” Matsuda pointed out huffily. “We’re trapped at the whims of inconsiderate fuckheads who think this is all just a game.”

“You’re so difficult!” Nidai exclaimed. “Too difficult for your own good!”

Matsuda’s frown twitched at the familiar words. How many times will he be told them? How many times will he have to hear them? Will they ever not be a waste of breath?

“Just a few exercises are good for your body and you know it, Matsuda,” Nidai said more sternly. “While your responsibility towards others is admirable, you must also extend yourself the same level of consideration. After all, the only one living your life is you.”

Matsuda blinked once. Twice.

It’s nice to say that. Under better circumstances. Right now, it’s hard to not feel disempowered and lacking any sense of real control. Of course, I’ve always felt that way, but when I had the freedom to work, I could tolerate it at least a little. But I only have so much time.

Nidai’s hand clamped down on his head. For a second, Matsuda did fantasize about the blissful simplicity of having his skull crushed then and there, leaving behind the faulty sack of meat and bones. Right before the innate human fear of death suffocated him until he remembered to look at Nidai’s big, dopey fucking face and realize that duh, of course he wouldn’t be in any actual fucking danger.

Still, his heartbeat drums, anxious. It’s funny. So funny. So fucking stupid how little grasp logic and reason actually had.

Brains are complex and splendored. They’re also convoluted and stupid.

“You’re overthinking AGAIN, Matsuda!!” Nidai yelled, making him jump out of instinct. “You really are a difficult source, even worse than Owari! When it comes to your body, you don’t NEED to dwell so much! Just ACT!”

Nidai’s hand came down again, ruffling his hair as Nidai chortled with aggravated but still somehow affectionate amusement.

“I get yer a SMART kid but that can be DEBILITATING when it comes to the basics of self-care!”

“Who told you that, a therapist?” Matsuda bit back, shoving his hand off. Only because Nidai had allowed it, of course, going by that shit-eating grin. “And isn’t it counterproductive to force someone clearly unwilling into a regimen?”

“Gyahahaha! That’s quite the attitude! It’s true I can’t exactly FORCE you into being better! But.” Gritting his teeth, Nidai’s face morphed into something that someone might find a little terrifying. “A coach must do all he can to SWAY his athletes.”

Matsuda, who has stared death in the face several times from downing venti cups filled with expresso and energy drinks, could only ask, “Is that a fact?”

“VERY MUUUUUUCH!!!”

Screamed with a lot of force. Even trees would bend. But if Matsuda bent, he’d hurt his back.

“I’m not an athlete,” he said bluntly. “I’ve never even been active. I avoided P.E. to study. The most active I’d be was when I got dragged into fights. So you can punch me, I suppose, and I’ll be forced to try and fend you off.”

Nidai’s glare worsened but, in the end, he could only sigh, rubbing his forehead much the way most disappointed adults would.

This guy spent a lot of time isolated in a hospital...only to suddenly and immediately throw himself into a position of heavy responsibility and high expectations.

When he thought of it that way, it was almost crazy. That kind of ambition didn’t tend to pan out. And yet, here Nidai was, the Ultimate Coach.

Losing patience just like every lacking adult. But wasn’t it important for kids to learn about failure?

I disgust myself.

“I’ll do a couple of stretches,” Matsuda found himself saying. “But I hate sweating and I hate this heat. So I’m limiting any strenuous activities.”

Nidai snorted.

“One important, oft overlooked aspect of training is pacing, Matsuda.”

“Yeah, pacing,” he agreed rather mindlessly. “So let’s get stretching.”

“Just follow my MOVEMENTS!” When Nidai twisted his body with ease, Matsuda was initially left dumbstruck.

“...for such a meathead, you sure can contort your body in interesting ways.”

“GYAHAHAHA!!!”

“MATSUDA!!! I’d like to borrow your BRAIN!!!”

“Without even taking me to dinner first? Dismaying.”

“Haha! If you insist, we can eat together LATER!!”

“Woo.”

“But NO!” Nidai yelled, spirited as ever. “I need you as someone beyond that! An advisor! If you will!”

Matsuda blinked once and his head tilted.

“I plan on taking everyone under my wing!” Nidai went on. “To become everyone’s coach! However, since not all of you are athletes, I may need GUIDANCE on how to GUIDE!”

“Wow,” Matsuda uttered. “Okay. So...like him, huh?”

...so a couple of guys are just like this. It’s ridiculous, but at least it’s well-intentioned.

“I’m not sure why you think a guy like me is any help,” Matsuda said, shrugging. “I’m not the most social.”

“That is true,” Nidai admitted. “But you are perceptive when it comes to others, even if you don’t get along with them. Thus, I think you can be QUITE helpful. Not to mention it’s because of doctors like you that athletes can bounce back!”

Doctors. Like me.

Matsuda shook his head.

“It’s not always that simple. There are several factors, including the person injured. And even then, there’s never a guarantee.” Running his fingers through his hair, Matsuda didn’t look at Nidai. “There are doctors who work as hard as they can, and patients who fight as hard as they can, and at the end of the day, the monitor still flatlines.”

I’d like to be above that someday, but I’m not a naive brat anymore.

“That’s life, Matsuda,” Nidai replied without missing a beat. “That doesn’t make such efforts worthless. To live is to struggle. It’s why living is such a precious act in the first place.”

Matsuda blinked, brushing back his fringe and pinching it between his fingers.

“Regardless of that CHANCE, I shall give it my ALL!!” Nidai boomed, pumped now. “I will throw EVERYTHING including my HEART AND SOUL into supporting each and EVERY one of you!!”

“Your heart, huh,” Matsuda mused. “Even though you admitted before it wasn’t in the best shape.”

“It’s still BEATING, isn’t it?!”

“Yeah.” He nodded along. “Yeah, I suppose it is.”

Right now, even as I’m trapped in a game of death, my heart is pounding. It could be fear. It could be instinct. It could be defiance. Either way, I’m alive.

“Well,” he went on. “I’m a doctor, so it’s my duty to keep people alive. But I’m a neurologist, so really I only specialize in keeping everyone’s brains in working order.” A pause. “And I’ve got my work cut out for me. Some of you are so direly fucking idiotic that I could make a case for it being a condition.”

Nidai laughed loudly.

“Whatever HELPS!!”

I wonder if boundless and groundless optimism in particular is a symptom.

“Okay! But first thing’s FIRST!!!” Nidai exclaimed, cracking his knuckles. “STRIP!!! Allow me to use my talents of IT!”

“You really want to give me a massage, huh?”

“IT’S BECAUSE YOU PUT SO MUCH ON YOUR SHOULDERS!!! YOU REALLY DO NEED TO LOOSEN UP, MATSUDAAAAA! It’s the same for any other OVERWORKED athlete!!”

Matsuda blinked, and his neck twisted in a way that evoked such pain that his entire body shuddered. Nidai hissed at the same time he did.

“Alright,” Matsuda finally, finally conceded. “But, uh, I guess we’ll have to go to my cottage. Or yours. Because I’m not a fucking weirdo who’s going to strip out in public.”

“Yours is closer,” Nidai said, nodding. “Let’s JOG there.”

“Yeah, no, I’ll leisurely stroll while rubbing my neck. It actually hurts so bad it’s hard to think, so be gentle.”

Nidai harrumphed but with a smile, he let him be.

“Once I’m finished with you, you’ll be ready to run laps, I’m sure of it.”

He doubted that, of course, but he still trusted Nidai with that vulnerability all the same. It may have been a small step to someone like Nidai, but for someone like Matsuda, it was a lot more significant. As he laid under Nidai and allowed his body to be manipulated, his head and the burdens did begin to feel a lot lighter. It was undeniably pleasant and also undeniably what he needed if he wanted the emotional strength to push forward.

While he still refused to run several laps and swim in the ocean, he did follow Nidai’s orders on more exercise and stretches. And as he did, there were many more moments of him catching whiffs of Nidai’s infectious, boundless, and groundless optimism.

I’m not so naive as to think I’ll succeed without a doubt, but obviously, I should still push forward with everything I have, even if it’s lacking. To live is to struggle, and despite everything, those efforts aren’t a complete waste even with failure. This meathead reminded me of something so simple. And so obvious. For that, I can’t help but be grateful.

For his sake, my sake, and everyone else’s sake, I’ll try and push a little harder today and every tomorrow that follows.

#matsuda yasuke #yasuke matsuda #nekomaru nidai #nidai nekomaru #Matsudai #Protag Matsun #Magi fics #sdr2 #dr0 #Surprise to no one these events are super gay #I love writing girls because I'm gay and I love writing gays because I'm gay #Anyway it turns out that Matsun is a cat person!!!#Who knew #I'm also a cat person #Although Nidai/Matsuda kinda makes me think of Takeo/Suna from My Love Story #Hmmm

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OK SO WELCOME 2 GUSU LIVEBLOGGIN because i reblogged but didn’t comment, like a little worm,

(from ch1)

1. lxc listening to (i assume) mainsteam radio warms my heart to no end

2. god!!! i’ve been sitting in the same place since i was born, essentially, but the feeling of returning to a beloved place!!! is v nicely shown here.... dreamy sigh i went to one (1) summer camp (? trip? who knows) and hated it 65% of the time but let’s blame that on me being 11 and not entirely into the concept of “rich kids in a catholic school” concept (lmao guess what junior high i went to 2 years later) BUT based on this into alone (and quarantine yearnings) i would 100% abandon everything and fuck off to gusu at any given moment

3. lan zhan is so protective of gusu hhhgggggg i am soft like tapioca pearls

4. i am soft like overcooked tapioca pearls... the way camp elders act with lwj is so ughhhh and “zhanzhan” ZHANZHAN!!! MOM I DIE

5. (through tears) WHAT HAVE YOU BEEN FEEDING HIM, XICHEN

6. (while vibrating) family dynamicsssssss

7. “Wen Qing unceremoniously shoving Huaisang over to be able to sit next to Wangji“ i love a girl

8. loving how lwj chooses not to ask re: mysterious new staff member when he’s still in the car with xichen, yknow? so he can react to it in peace and privacy, and then, as everyone’s like, oh you KNOW, considering who’s joining us this year! (lwj internally: who) oh don’t you know yet! (lwj internally: WHO. WHO!!!) wouldn’t you like to know!!!

9. wei ‘of course i am not experiencing any negative emotions, what are you talking about, i am SMILING, see? happy!” wuxian strikes BACK oh how i love this stupid boy

10. i vaguely remember you saying something something i don’t want to write serious stuff, they’re xianxia characters in a summer camp setting!, and then i was like OH HO BUT BY ALL MEANS, and then you did, and then i’m like :’’’’’’’’’’’’) it’s fine.jpeg hurt me!! hurt me with sixteen years old boys on a summer camp!!!

11. back 2 the present and xichen once again wins the mvp title. “alright, here’s the thing--”

12. ALRIGHT, HERE’S THE THING

13. baby

14. “Xichen,” he repeats, almost desperately, but everyone else clearly sees the opportunity to leave this particular situation“ SITUATIONAL COMEDY AT ITS FINEST!!!!

15. absolutely in love w/ how everyone takes one (1) look at lwj and decides ha! this sounds like a he problem! bye!!!

16. even xichen

17. ESPECIALLY XICHEN!!!

18. MIANMIAN MIANMIAN MIANMIAN being tiny!!! hugging lan zhan!!! i love you!!!

19. “you’re the one getting shorter” okay ao MAYBE my heart burst in my chest from sheer tenderness, but also maybe it DIDN’T. can you prove it? thought so!!!

20. tapioca update: it didn’t go well. however! if you ever need wallpaper glue,

21. picturing jc wrangling nhs fills me with so much joy also

22. GOD!!! wwx standing on top of the stairs!!! time stopping!!! ‘oh no he’s hot’!!!! LAN ZHAN YOU GAY DISASTER

23. lan zhan: Processes how hot wwx has gotten

wwx: STILL THE DEATH GLARE HUH :’D

Do I Have To Say Anything

24. “Wei Wuxian tries to match his death glare, a very valiant attempt for someone with a face as animated as him, and gives up about three seconds later, bursting into laughter“

CUTE!!!!!!!

25. THE EXODUS!!! AH THE DRAMATIC EXODUS!!!!! i am a BIG slut for “ugh you HAD to come back and LIGHT A FIRE IN MY CHEST AGAIN, you ASSHOLE >:/” moments, the SLUT LEVEL in me overshadows jin guangshan’s, i am QUEEN SLUT for moments like those B L E S S

in which we move onwards to ch2. will i embarrass myself further with excessive exclamation marks? let’s find out!!!!

26. “wow. you’re doing such a good job selling me this“ i was already in heart eyes over the bros but this line just!!! lol

27. IS LAN ZHAN GOING TO BE THERE

28. [DRAFT]!!!!!!!!!

29. lan xichen is having at least as much fun as i have with this situation, and i love it

30. but he does have the courtesy to look ashamed

31. from time to time :-)

32. but not always :-)

33. lan “brother i love you but you and wei wuxian should be KISSING as we speak so don’t you ‘you didn’t’ me :>” xichen

34. “do you remember how many rules he broke” you sure it’s just the RULES, my boy

35. i’m honestly, honestly really loving lxc here. like yes the two main idiots are delightful but... zewu-jun.... cute....

36. “all the other things his head is suggesting he do“ SNORT is “sit on the floor and sulk about wei wuxian daring to exist, and like this” one of them gfkhgfsk

37. “surely there’s no way in hell xichen would“ xichen, as soon as wangji went to his cabin: please. please. PLEASE

38. the part about crown shyness is tiny but so pretty. i feel severely lacking in summer camp tree trivia now

39. “And then Wangji sees him, and all rational thought promptly abandons him for dead“ wangxian summed up in one sentence (jk)

40. SO UH IS HE SINGLE i wholeheartedly enjoy wwx being Whacked

41. “when Wei Wuxian recalls the people who used to, and still should be, standing by his side, he only meets with a dismissive ‘Long story’ from his brother, and a somewhat nervous ‘I’ll tell you later’ from Nie Huaisang” oh? oh?? oh??? OH?????

42. oh yeah i forgot 2 mention before but lwj playing the guitar makes me feel... things... like yeah string instruments BUT guqin is so fancy and dignified, meanwhile guitar is... somehow... i mean of course lwj is a pro and makes everyone swoon playing the easiest chords but the THING is guitar is such a friend-shaped instrument... i need to lie down hold up

43. A NING A NING A NING A NINGGGGGGGG THE BOY IS HERE!!! making wwx almost inhale his harmonica no less! king of powerful entrances, truly

44. “what really happened to Nie Huaisang’s older brother, who was once ride-or-die for both Gusu and Lan Xichen (he got a job very far abroad, that’s all Wen Ning knows, and Wei Wuxian promises himself he’s going to pour some alcohol into Huaisang eventually to make him spill the beans)“ vibrates, at the speed of a hummingbird’s wings

45. the grass scene is wonderful 2 me for two reasons: one, WWX PLAYING A BLADE OF GRASS. i just watched a yt vid in which a dude does make it actually play, which is amazing, but my experience consists mostly of emitting one PTWEEEEET and making everyone almost jump out of their skins. good times! two, the contrast between this scene and the one in ep2... cql: wuji.mp3, slowmo, passionate gazes, wtg: wwx torturing a blade of grass, STILL making lwj (wayward) come to him. true love!!! truly true love!!!

46. yells @ wwx’s cute habit still being present

47. the following scenes are too gentle and sweet for me to formulate coherent thoughts.... i’m just sitting here, chihanding, sighing dreamily, thank you, bless

48. “Lan Zhan he once knew is still in there“ ah, sensei, sorry, i won’t be submitting my thesis this year.... i need at least six months to cope with this sentence... ご迷惑をかけて申し訳ございません

49. BABY WANGXIANS bonding over rabbits... lan zhan looking almost proud when wwx mentions his big brother...

50. “WE’RE GOING TO HAVE A GREAT SUMMER, YOU AND I” OI!!! WEI WUXIAN!!! WEI YING!!! is it legal to be so (gestures) CUTE at the tender age of nine??? hm???

#liveblogging #rolls into a ball wraps legs around neck (only a picture of my emotional state i can't do this in real life)

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venus-says · 5 years ago

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Aikatsu on Parade! Episodes 01-05

It’s time to get this Parade on the road!

After a much-needed break, I feel like I'm ready to get back into writing about Aikatsu.

On Parade started roughly a month ago and like what has been usual I won't "dissect" each episode and I'll give a more general review of the first 4 episodes.

As a general overview On Parade is good. It's not brilliant or anything, it still feels like we're in Friends! territory, but it's fun once you let critical thinking aside. It's very obvious this is a series trying to cash in on nostalgia and more often than not shows with this premise can be annoying, but so far the nostalgia card hasn't been overused which's a huge plus.

From these 5 episodes, I have only five elements of the show that I really dislike.

The first two points are TOO MANY STAGES and TOO MANY RECYCLED MATERIAL. The performances on Aikatsu are usually the high point of the episode or at least the thing we expect the most, but the way they're doing it is just too much. I would rather see one stage, maybe two, per episode, with updated and consistent CG graphics, rather than three performances especially when there's really no need for that much. Episode 2 could've happened with just Mahiru and Yume&Mio's stages, Message of Rainbow and Your entrance were more than enough for Episode 3, we should've gotten a single Honey Cat performance (maybe You x I) to go along with Jalapeño's in Episode 4, and Identity should've been the only one we got in the Halloween episode. When you have that many stages it just feels like they're padding the episodes up, especially when they don't even bother to update the CG models. Like Akari had two completely different models in episode 5 and it was just SO WEIRD. I know CG is expensive, I know y'all are trying to play with nostalgia, but this just ain't fun.

The third one is regarding the special coords for this season. In the promotional stuff for the arcade, they make it seem like Legend Premium Rares are something SO SPECIAL, they transcend regular PRs, heck Ichigo's one looks like an evolved form of her first PR. But then episode 2 comes out and Yume pops on the stage with her special coord like if it was nothing and it bugged the hell out of me, it was just the same as Friends and the Jeweling Dresses, they don't feel special AT ALL. Now I'm more okay with it and It doesn't bother me as much, I still wish they had at least one scene of them saying how this coord came to exist but I'm already over this fact.

The fourth point is the whole basis of this show. When written down, a door appearing and the girls traveling to different schools seemed like a very fun concept, however, the execution has implications that once you stop for a minute to really think how things work your brain gets messed up. I know that this was probably the only way to make this work without messing up with past continuity, but this whole different worlds/dimensions thing IS SO COMPLICATED. I wish they were just traveling through space and they had retcon things to make the three shows fit in a single universe, rather than start messing up with this kind of stuff.

And the final point I have issues with is characters. First, the show seems to have got rid of any irrelevant character, I mean it was good because M4 hasn't appeared yet (THANK GOD), but like characters like Luka, that ended her season on a high position, weren't nowhere near the spotlight. I didn't expect this show to give any kind of development to characters that weren't the past main protagonists and Raki, and I'm totally fine with that. But even Raki has been lacking development. Don't get me wrong, I like Raki, but her personality is a huge double-edged sword and the fact that the show doesn't punish her for messing up turns her into a flat-lined and uninteresting character sometimes.

Another problem I have is with her dream, she says she wants to wear a PR she made, and the game already gave her a PR which means it'll probably be happening in the show very soon which implies she'll be reaching her goal before the half-point of the season. What I think they mean by that is that she wants to make a PR that's UNIQUE to her and she'll keep making PRs based on other idols coords until it happens, but if that's really the case they don't make a good job at making this clear. Now, Episode 6 seems that'll give her some development and I'm very hopeful to see it in action.

Despite all these flaws, there's a lot of things this show gets right.

I know I just said Raki is a problem, but she's also a solution. When she works she's amazing, she gives the best reaction faces EVER, and she can be very adorable, and from what we've seen from her sketchbook she can make lots of fun designs and I'm excited about it. Also, her mad scientist sister is a lot of fun, even though we've seen so little of her so far.

I can't deny that seeing the cross-generation interactions has been incredible so far, and we've even got some non-expected matches in these few episodes and they all work wonderfully! Yume and Mio sound like best partners, Aine and Ako were surprisingly very fun, Mirai and Akari were probably the most unexpected of the bunch but it was so magical! Honey Cat and Jalapeño was probably the most obvious interaction so far, but that's no detriment for the bond they make on that episode.

Another thing that to me is great is the fact that they don't forget what Raki's main thing is, we're always seeing her looking for inspiration, trying to learn about designing, and actually making her own stuff, that to me is an essential point to make me like Raki as much as I do.

I can't talk about Aikatsu without talking about music, and while we only got technically three new songs so far they've all been very good.

Your Entrance is a great OP, both as song and as the actual opening sequence, my favorite version is, of course, Raki's solo as an insert song, there's something about the lines "I know the end will never come / We will always be alright / I’m forever by your side / trust me as I trust you" that I really love, it gives me a certain desperation vibe, like if the producers are trying to say "THIS IS NOT THE END" and I just love it for some reason. The new ending isn't my favorite rendition of Idol Activities! but it still gives a warmth to my heart and the sequence while very simple is still very beautiful. Speaking of endings the returning rotational endings are a very nice touch. Yume and Mio's version of STARDOM is very good, it may be a sacrilege but I really think Mio and Yume work better together both musically and as characters than Aine&Mio and Yume&Rola ever did (sorry).

These are small things that I also like, first the show keeps the continuity of each series picking up more or less right after each one has ended, I like that other idols can get dragged by Raki's doors because it makes more dynamic, the girls don't need to be always moving to be able to meet new people and it also makes for more creative mix and matches of idols, and I also like that the aphorisms are back because of all ending segment we got this is the best one (I'm just glad the horrible card segment from Kagayaki no Jewel is gone tbh).

And these are pretty much my opinions on the first batch of episodes of Aikatsu on Parade! I feel like I complained a lot, but I'm still very pleased by this season and very excited for what's to come, there's a moment where they talk about achieving things with the help of other people and as much as I know they're probably talking about Raki learning from seeing others and learning to cooperate there's a part of me that's just so excited in hopes that it's a new character coming up and UGHHHH I LOVE THIS SO MUCH. I'm also very excited to see my faves again at some point, and I'm really hyped for the Mizuki x Elza x Hibiki collaboration they hinted at in the banner for the next wave of cards for the game, it'll be a lot of fun to see Yoko voicing Elza and Hibiki at the same time, I wish we could see backstage videos of that happening. XD

ANYWAY, I feel like I've talked way too much already. What are your thoughts about On Parade? Do you have any theories about how this Aikatsu multiverse things work? Is there anything you're excited to see? Please let me know, let's talk about it. See ya~

#Aikatsu on Parade!#aikatsu

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xoruffitup · 6 years ago

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Just want to flail over Adam’s parts? People, I AM HERE FOR YOU. Here’s a time-stamped cheat sheet of Adam’s comments and generally precious moments. (Basically Round 2 of my overall flaily recap of this panel right after it happened.)

I start the video and my heart freaks out remembering when he first walked on stage. Get me a paper bag before I pass out... His little ‘Hello!’ and one-handed wave when he walked out I was already deceased.

1:35 - Everyone please just watch this adorable tall man awkwardly sit and fidget and bite his lip and make his oh god public attention face

11:25 - Adam makes no judgments about his character’s morality. He empathizes more with Ben Stiller’s character in the While We’re Young film than with his own, but recognizes that his own feelings about the character are irrelevant; as are his feelings about his own performance.

“It’s not about me feeling it, it’s about an audience feeling it.”

I’m constantly struck by his humility and maturity in always thinking of himself as only a small part in every film project, regardless of how large his role might be. He’s hyper-aware that none of it is about him, and becomes uncomfortable when people try to make it so. Although he explains here that he relates to the “debilitating” pressure to play a role correctly or authentically, and we know that he constantly over-thinks and scrutinizes his own work to the point of not being able to watch himself on film; He also recognizes his personal gratification with his performance comes second to the overall story being told. Internally, he might hold himself to high personal standards, but he never presumes those standards should be projected on anyone else. He finishes this answer with “Who am I to say if they’re right or wrong?” (If audiences respond to a less authentic version of a work.)

I would love to hear him answer this same question about Kylo’s character.

27:50 (One of the moments when I had to physically restrain myself from flailing in my seat because he’s so damn presh) - The moderator tried to “bring back Adam” because he’d hardly spoken so far, and Adam goes “I’m good, I’m good.” Ben Stiller interjected, “Can I just say something about acting with Adam?” and Adam immediately shakes his head and waves his hand in a silent “Please no”, but then very magnanimously tells Ben to go ahead, even while squirming in his seat a tiny bit while Ben talked about him.

29:00 - Adam says Noah’s writing is very “theatrical.” I did find it interesting how he talked here about a whole range of different potential meanings within the same words of a script, depending on how they’re delivered. I also love when he talks about working in theatre, just because I have a soft spot for stage actors.

(Watching this whole video back makes me realize Adam really did quite effortlessly and unconsciously charm the audience (not just me), even speaking so little compared to the other panelists. I remembered clearly when he had his ~showdown with the moderator towards the end the audience was 100% on his side, clapping for him, but generally there are so many audience laughs for the little self-deprecating jokes Adam mixes into all his answers.)

31:10 (Alert alert, fangirl moment) - Perfect capture of how he fiddles with his fingers and listens so attentively.

33:28 - THAT L A U G H

35:08 - My other favorite funny/presh moment! “There’s humor in doing the same things in life and still trying to make them more efficient... Like I still don’t think I’ve ever gotten into a car the right way.” (Confused audience laughter?) Then Adam gets serious with chagrin right away like “...that was a bad example...” (Audience continues laughing with him even though most people probably don’t get it.) He made a last-ditch effort to explain himself by saying “the Tesla” - but didn’t quite get to fully explain that he was referring to the uber-modern Tesla car that was driving him around the island over the weekend. Regardless, everyone found it amusing and I was there like I stan a man who can’t get into a car right WHAT A GEM

36:27 (Alert alert, another fangirl moment) - Everyone please just watch him take a drink of water. Why every single damn thing he did was totally mesmerizing to me I don’t know, but you’ll thank me later.

46:13 - The moderator mentions Paterson screened at the Nantucket Film Festival several years ago. Adorable moment where he goes to start listing all the famous people from Paterson and has to give up with “...and a bunch of other people I can’t remember right now.”

47:10 - Hilarious moment but first strike against the narrator. Ben Stiller had to ask Chris Matthews if Paterson was the first movie he’d seen Adam in because yeah, he’d kind of been neglecting Adam a bit (not that Adam minded, clearly), but Ben went “...he’s also in Star Wars,” and the whole place cracked up.

49:10 - Non-Adam moment, but I was really intrigued with Noah Baumbach’s comment here, talking about developing his dialogue and how “there’s communication, and then there’s talking.”

50:10 - THIS IS IT, FOLKS, THE GOLD MINE OF ADAM CHARM AND SASS. THE LEGENDARY MOMENT IS NEARING. Watch Adam’s life flashing before his eyes in a panic when the question “Who is the most influential person in your life” is suddenly thrown at him. He wasn’t ready for this!! (Although great question, Rea, so glad it was asked!) Then after he says he’ll pass on the question, you can see him basically flying to Mars in his head pondering. Then the cuteness and laughter when he announces he does have an answer!! He was 1000% the whole audience’s darling by this point. Then his answer is basically, “Listen to how insightful my wife is because she’s the best.” Then after boasting about his wife it’s right back to his modest self: “On to the next question and then I’ll finish this monologue...”

LOOK, okay he wasn’t even talking for that long! He’d given what, 3 answers before this during the whole hour-long panel?! The moderator himself blabbed at least twice as much. I was loving this monologue because it was the first time Adam was actually talking for an extended time. But apparently we can’t have nice things becomes here comes Mr. Rude-ass, Clueless Moderator...

(Also, Ben and Noah were 100% engaged with what Adam was saying so literally this was only the moderator’s problem...)

52:32 - The moderator audibly sighs into his microphone in the middle of Adam’s “monologue” and I’m SO glad Adam unpretentiously called him out: “.....Are you bored by my answer?” The whole audience laughed in sympathy with him because it was so weird and rude? Then Adam went on to be even more of a clever QT like: “You were thinking about another question? That’s what I was doing during your answers...” And the man is so straight-faced about it you genuinely can’t even tell if he purposefully meant that well-done, five-course ROAST.

I cringe so hard at this memory I can barely watch it back, but ughhhh queue the moderator interrupting Adam’s attempt to resume his answer, with some bullshit about Jeff Goldblum... What even? Jeff Goldblum was mentioned once in the panel previously, but wtf how does your mind go there when Adam Driver is giving a painfully earnest, precious, and over-thought monologue for you???

52:50 - “...SO STAR WARS.” BOOM. In three words Chris Matthews has been KO’d. omg look at the almost proud look on Noah’s face like yeah you tell him bb and Ben’s cracking up, and the whole audience flips out like DAMN, SAVAGE!!!

(Also for ~context reference, walking out from the auditorium afterwards, I remember overhearing two guys saying to each other “Chris Matthews was like one of those old guys who just blurts whatever’s going through his head.” “Yeah but you’d think when you’re talking to Adam Driver you’d be more respectful and reign it in.” and in my head I was like DAMN RIGHT. Watching this whole thing back, Matthews gets on my nerves basically the whole time. He seems to enjoy hearing himself talk so much that he forgot what a moderator’s actual job is.)

58:40 - Adam’s advice to aspiring filmmakers about the usefulness of going to school, getting a firm foundation in your craft, and having the insulated space to fail and build yourself.

Just so I can ~complete my revisiting of this whole experience~, I’ll add this photo taken by @wherethepastaat aka Rea aka https://twitter.com/cosmicreas in the parking lot outside after the event. I love her for asking the incredible question that gave us a world-class #SassybutClassy Adam moment, and also for snapping this A+ covert photo documenting the referenced Tesla car that caused Adam so much stress about how to get in it correctly. (Joanne’s getting in before him.)

I also owe her my firstborn because she inadvertently GOT ME IN THE PHOTO WITH ADAM!! That shoulder in the pink tank top directly behind him? THAT’S ME. THAT’S ME AND ADAM. IN THE SAME PHOTO. DEEP BREATHING, OKAY. Now I can always prove that I really was that close to him! (He came by even closer when he walked down the sidewalk. No, a month later I still have not gotten over it even .00001% percent.)

Admittedly, there have been brief moments where I berate myself like ‘ugh why didn’t you ask for a photo?!’ but A) I was frozen in awe for the 10 seconds he was in front of me (pretended to be on my phone so I wasn’t overtly staring, lol) and B) You can see in this photo that there were a bunch of people milling around. If I’d asked him to stop, he probably would have gotten stuck taking pics with lots of people. I did the right thing AND got to witness more wholesome Adam moments as he was leaving!

Once again, Rea I owe you a gift basket because I am SO glad I got to witness when you/your brother called ‘Bye!’ to Adam from your car and your dad called “Hi Kylo!” and ADAM RESPONDED, smiled and waved and said ‘Hi Thanks!’ back. IT WAS SO PURE I CRY AT THE MEMORY.

All in all, despite the fact that Adam didn’t actually talk that much on the panel, it was still a 100% Quality Event and I still think about it daily. :’) My Adam crush has morphed into an all-consuming real-life thing that I do my best to control but look, a girl can only do so much in the face of THIS. I AM ONLY HUMAN, ADAM.

#Adam Driver #Nantucket Film Festival #gettin hella fangirly once again #driverdaily

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macbookpro-hard-drive · 6 years ago

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unlonely [michael m. x reader] pt.2

like what i do? consider buying me a coffee!

accidentally spends the last three hours writing this. whoops.

the good part of having fics planned out is that u dont have to sit around for nearly as long like “uGHHHH WHAT DO I WRITE” story-wise. writing wise? still hell.

also dont expect this please sdfhkjdsfh i only managed this because its a saturday and i dont have anything else to do rn because homework??? ill do that later

warnings: sad michael. more than once. a hospital is here. cool. reader is a bitter fuck. if i need to warn for anything else pls tell me.

Michael had the habit of talking himself through things. With you there, he excused it off as him explaining it to you. The first time you caught this little habit was during the first dissection the two of you did together, listening to him give himself a pep talk through the first few minutes before shutting up at the slightly worried glance you shot his way. During video games, you caught him muttering his plan to himself. And now? Now you had Michael Mell in your backseat, talking over the directions your phone gave you, filling you in on the same plan you’d heard for the past week. Every now and then, you’d shush him long enough to hear where you were supposed to turn, and then he’d start back up, saying how he was going to find Jeremy, go through his speech - something he spared you from, on the account of the fact it was pretty personal, which... you couldn’t lie, you weren’t complaining about that - and then maybe the three of you would go out somewhere if Jeremy saw the light and immediately shed that dickish persona he’d taken on (Michael’s dream situation) or if Jeremy realized he was a dick and figured maybe he should apologize to Michael not in the middle of a party (your dream situation). A weight stayed in your stomach the entire time you were driving to Jake’s house - and then it lightened upon seeing shifting behind you.

Slowing to a stop at a red light, you finally took the chance to steal a glance at Michael in the backseat. And you couldn’t help but fucking stare at him, before the light flickered green and you tore your gaze away. He kept babbling, not noticing the look you’d given him. Maybe the two of you would watch horror movies when you got back to your place - that’d be dope, wouldn’t it?

“Michael?” You finally said, breaking him out of his endless rambling.

“Yes?”

“What the actual fuck are you wearing?”

“What?” He asked, “look, I needed a disguise! I don’t get invited to parties,” he said, “no one will ever know it’s me!”

“Michael, you could have literally put a hood up or put on a mask and done the same thing-”

“That’s too simple!” And then, he paused. “Eyes on the road, [y/n],” he said, and you could hear his fucking smirk.

“They are, Mell.”

“Yeah, right.”

For a split second, you debated slamming on brakes. The thought tempted you for another moment, and then you finally decided against it - you couldn’t risk breaking his nose or something. Besides - fate had other plans, as you finally turned into Jake’s neighborhood. If your phone hadn’t informed you that your destination was on the right, the cars lining the street definitely would have. A few houses ahead, you could see plenty of cars pulled onto the front lawn of a pretty damn nice looking house - and you sort of stare, wondering how this many people would show up to one high school party. You glanced back to Michael, the car moving at a snail’s pace down the street.

“I’m gonna circle back around,” you announced. He gave you a quick nod.

Ten minutes later, you’re sitting alone in your parked car and Michael’s left you with the promise that he’ll be back in maybe and hour or two. You reclined your seat, turned up the radio, and just sort of waited - not wanting to burn your phone battery anymore, because your dad had stolen your charger out of your car earlier that night - for the next few hours. You watched people filter in and out, like Brooke Lohst finally showing up in this handmade dog outfit that looked like an attempt for a sexy dog (and, honestly, you couldn’t say that it wasn’t - but that was more Brooke than the costume); or this little group of people running back out to their car and leaving, laughing the entire way, and you started hoping that they weren’t drunk; and then you saw Jeremy fucking Heere, pulling up in a slightly beat up car (and for a moment, you’re confused - you’d never seen him drive before, had you? You didn’t know if he could) but that washed away the moment he stepped out, dressed in this fucking dorky cyborg-looking costume that made you stifle back a laugh because of how damn cheesy it was, like he was some kid in a middle school play.

An hour later, you saw Michael crossing the front lawn to your car. That god-awful costume is discarded somewhere, leaving him just in the shirt and shorts he’d been wearing when you picked him up, and you could see him shaking as he made his way over. He pulled the car door open, sliding into the passenger seat and shutting it all in one fluid motion. He didn’t speak to you. He just sat there, plucking at his shirt or clicking his phone on and off to glance at the time - half past ten, you noted - or running a hand through his hair, already a mess from the thousands of times he’d done it before.

You didn’t ask what happened. All you did was pull the car into reverse, and slowly eased your way out of your spot, making a quick U-turn to leave Jake’s house in your rear-view mirror.

But after a few minutes of silent driving, you finally speak up. “My family should still be out. We can go to my room and watch movies, or listen to music or something.” You paused for a moment. “Oh, fuck, Michael - you haven’t even tried my kick-ass hot cocoa. I put mini marshmallows and whipped cream and whatever you like, I guess.” You paused once more, drumming your fingers against the steering wheel. “If you want peppermint, I think I have some candy canes stashed away somewhere that I can crush up. Or we have cinnamon stll - oh shit, Michael, we have the stuff to make cinnamon rolls. That’d be fucking dope.” You stopped, keeping your eyes pinned to the road as you pull your right hand away, extending it to Michael. “We’re gonna be okay, Michael.”

And after a moment, Michael’s hand was in yours, squeezing it tightly without a word. And when you steal another glance, that look in his eyes is back: like he’s a thousand worlds away from you. He was so distant, like maybe he fell through this reality into another - and maybe, in a way, he did. Maybe Jeremy and that supercomputer-thing and everything was a world away from you, something foreign to you - but that wasn’t going to stop you. Michael might have been up in the clouds, but you were going to try your fucking hardest to ground him again. You weren’t going to tell Michael that you hated Jeremy Heere. He didn’t need to hear that - Michael needed some sort of security, and you were going to try and give him that as best as you could then.

Michael had never been to your house before. The lights in the front yard reflected in of his glasses as he followed you up to the house, the chirp of your car locking behind the two of you as you fumbled with your house key. You kicked off your shoes as you stepped inside, giving Michael the most general tour you could - the living room off to the right, the small dining room to the left, and the kitchen behind that - before guiding him into the kitchen. He leaned against the kitchen island, watching you gather your ingredients, throwing quick glances back to him every once in a while. You reached over the stovetop, turning the oven on before pulling out one of those Pillsbury cinnamon roll tubes, shooting him a quick smile.

“Dad likes to make them from scratch. Mom and I don’t have the patience for that sometimes,” you said, before returning to the hot chocolate.

Milk, brown sugar, cinnamon, a block of chocolate - which Michael watched you chop the entire time, wondering how you had the patience to deal with that shit, because he probably would have given up halfway through - and he watched you fish through cabinets, pulling out three different bottled: vanilla, ground cinnamon, and... ground cayenne pepper? He walked over to your side, leaning against the counter wordlessly as he watched you work, taking a bowl to mix all your dry ingredients together.

“You wanna help?” You asked, looking up at him.

“What’s the cayenne pepper for?”

You only shot him a quick smile. “Baking spray should be in that cabinet,” you motioned with your elbow, “and the pans are in that big bottom drawer.” You extended the cinnamon rolls to him, “you can break these open, if you want.”

You ignored the rough hit he took to his palm once the tear-away shit didn’t work, the pop! of the tube greeting him a second later.

“Do you do this often?” Michael asked, the hiss of him greasing the pan greeting you a minute later.

“... Hot cocoa?” You asked, before shrugging. “When it’s cold enough, yeah.”

“No. I mean... this.” He said, “the whole, uh... cheering up thing.”

You paused, turning your attention to the milk on the stove. “I...” You started, before pressing your lips together. “No.” You poured in cups of milk, mixing brown sugar in before you put it over the heat, keeping a close eye on it so that it doesn’t burn. “I don’t.” You pressed your lips together.

“You’re really good at it,” he said softly. Stealing a glance, you found his attention on placing each cinnamon roll, and you were glad for that. He didn’t need to look at you - not when you were starting to drop the facade you’d kept up of happy, nerdy you who just wanted to talk to him about music and video games and maybe see him smile again.

He didn’t need to see just how lonely you were.

Thirty minutes later, the two of you are in your living room, watching old movies on Netflix and sharing a blanket. Michael liked to make snarky comments during movies, pointing out stupid effects or making fun of the stupider lines (which, you couldn’t lie, you’d mimic them too). Cinnamon rolls cooled on the coffee table, stacked high and iced graciously, and the hot cocoa had been drained the moment the two of you took sips - which made a warm, cozy feeling of satisfaction bubble through you when Michael practically glowed at the taste before admitting you’d been right to gloat earlier. Which one of you fell asleep first, you weren’t sure. What you were sure of was waking up the next morning, curled up next to Michael with your head on his shoulder, his arm curled around you securely. The TV screen had been shut off, the cinnamon rolls on the table a few less (and you imagined that it had been your parents coming in, not wanting to disturb you and Michael since you’d been sleeping), and Michael’s soft breathing ended up soothing you back to sleep. He’d taken his glasses off at some point. You fought back a small smile at that - he still looked nice without his glasses, which was unfair because not everyone could look nice with and without glasses. You nestled back into his shoulder, growing slightly closer to him as you shut your eyes. His arm pulled you slightly closer, and you could feel his face against the side of your head.

It was nice. Michael was always warm, and it was comfortable since you knew that, without Michael and the blanket, you’d be freezing your ass off on the couch. Even with the way your neck and back were positioned, you were comfortable with Michael - and even though you knew that your body would be aching tomorrow, hating you for not moving, you were okay with that. That moment had been worth it.

“Jeremy.” He looked up, the little voice in the back of his head, bringing him back down to earth once more. Jeremy couldn’t really lie - he was glad to finally have a distraction. It was cold outside, and there he was, leaning against Brooke’s car with his fingers intertwined with hers while she was deep in conversation with this guy from the swim team and his girlfriend - some art student, Jeremy noticed, as she had graphite and paint smudges on her hands - about... something. He ended up tuning them out, having lost interest in the conversation - and besides, he didn’t need to pay attention. He had the SQUIP there to fill in the gaps when he needed to speak.

The SQUIP spoke once more. “Look at the building.” He obeyed, and in a flicker, a familiar shade of red met his eyes. Michael. One hand at his backpack strap, the other holding his phone as he stood outside. A minute later, another person walked out, greeting him before Jeremy watched Michael push his headphones down and around his neck, immediately starting up conversation with this stranger. And then he watched the two of you laugh together, chatting happily as watched both of you made your way to Michael’s car.

Then Jeremy recognized you. He’d seen you in his math class, quiet and always keeping to yourself - and now you were with Michael, laughing about some story Michael must had been dying to tell you, judging by how animated he grew. The two of you fit well together, laughing at the same stupid things, you playfully shoving Michael at one point before the two of you approached his car, parked close enough that Jeremy wouldn’t have had to turn around to watch the two of you get into Michael’s car and leave. The fact that the two of you got along was a sweet sight, but... he couldn’t fight the pit in the bottom of his stomach of anger, of sadness- because that was Michael. His former best friend.

“It looks like Michael’s moved on fast,” His SQUIP said, as Jeremy watched Michael’s car disappear out of the parking lot.

“Jeremy!” Brooke’s voice snapped him back to reality, “are you okay?” She said, worming her hand out of his, stretching and popping her fingers. “You were hurting my hand.”

He didn’t realize how tightly he’d been squeezing her hand. But he nodded, making up some bullshit excuse that he’d just been thinking before shrugging it off as unimportant. Just as he always did nowadays.

Fridays were always your least favorite school days - purely because it was an countdown to the freedom of the weekend for you. Mondays also sucked - but Fridays? You’d fucking kill for a school day to be over already. But you were glad to confirm your plans with Michael tomorrow to just sit around and binge Queer Eye on Netflix at your house - because at least that gave you something to look forward to on Saturday - and make your way home, so that you can lie down and die a bit internally in peace. The heavy thump of your backpack made you frown, as you threw yourself onto your bed, falling face-first into your comforter and letting out a soft groan of oh thank god when you heard your bedroom door open, and the familiar chuckle of your father sound out.

“Tough day?” He asked, and you let out a grunt of confirmation, not bothering to move. He chuckled again. “I made some cinnamon rolls earlier.” You snapped up, looking to him. "Save some for Michael, [y/n].”

You beamed, rolling over and sitting up. That’s when you noticed he’d dressed up nicely, redoing his tie for what what probably the tenth time. “Where are you going?”

“The Murphys invited us out for dinner tonight,” he said, “thought I’d take them up on the offer. I’ll let them know you wanted to be there,” he shot you a quick smile. “Thought you could use the rest, kiddo.” He paused, lowering his voice. “But if they offer, I’ll bring you back something.”

Sometimes you were glad that your family had rich friends. That was definitely one of those moments. He made some other comment, talking about how they’ll probably get back late so don’t worry or wait up for them or anything. The door shut behind him as he left, and you fell back onto your bed, debating whether you should go get a cinnamon roll or to take a fucking baller nap that you deserved because high school sucks.

And then you woke up a few hours later, the sound of a car horn blaring outside. You grabbed your phone, expecting maybe your dad had texted and called you and upon not getting any response, figured that maybe that would have woken you up - but you were greeted with nothing. So you made your way to the front door, pulling the door open with the expectation of yelling at some asshole that other people live in this neighborhood, only to be greeted with the sight of a familiar P.T. Cruiser in your driveway. No wonder it sounded so loud.

“Michael, what the FUCK-” You yelled out, only for him to sort of lean out his window.

“I’ll explain on the way!” He called out. You scowled slightly and hoped that this was something important enough to literally disturb the entire fucking neighborhood, and snagged your keys, sliding into your shoes before leaving your house and hopping into the passenger side, narrowly avoiding smashing into Michael’s bag in the floorboard.

He barely had pulled out of your driveway before he started talking. Jeremy’s dad had ended up at his house, talking to him about how Jeremy had basically disrespected him and he realized just how absent he’d been as a father - causing him to seek Michael’s help, because Jeremy would listen to Michael if he tried harder to talk to him. So he launched into this whole talk, about how if maybe he tried to be a better friend to Jeremy, he could get through to him - and the whole thing stung. Jeremy abandoned him, not the other way around, and there Michael was, talking about how he needed to try harder and reach out to him again. Mountain Dew Red was supposed to deactivate the SQUIP, according to some dude that Michael played Overwatch with, and he had managed to get his hands on a case of the stuff a few weeks back, and he luckily had a bottle left in his bag - so maybe if he talked to Jeremy before the play, he could help him-

You finally spoke up, having watched Michael run out of breath while speaking a thousand miles an hour. “Woah, shit, Mikey, slow down.” He barely had a chance to glance over to you, before you spoke again: “eyes on the road, Michael.” He looked away, giving a single nod. “So. Why am I here?”

He didn’t answer immediately, flicking his turn signal on long enough to change lanes. “I didn’t want to go alone.”

“I don’t have any money on me, dude-”

“I’ll pay for you!” He said, cutting you off, "or you can stay in the car if you want, I just - I need you there.” He breathed, before finally tacking on a soft, “just in case.”

Upon reaching the school, the two of you were lucky enough to snag the two seats closest to the backstage door. Michael talked to you idly, his leg bouncing restlessly as he kept debating going then or waiting until the lights went down for the show. Eventually, you watched him reach down to the floor beneath his seat, grabbing his bag and sliding forward enough to throw it over one of his shoulders. When you reached for his hand to stop him, he reassured you it was just so that he could get back there faster when he needed to. Maybe it’d be better if he waited until after the show to see Jeremy - give him a chance to maybe not fuck up the show and have Christine Canigula angry at him.

So he relaxed, the lights going down as the two of you watched Christine come to the edge of the stage, giving some announcements about how it’d been a hard few weeks for Middleborough and how important theatre is to bring everyone together for basically what’s supposed to be a good time. As if on cue, you and Michael glanced at each other the moment she made a comment about what Rich would say - cracking a small smile at each other before listening to her final comment about the costumes from Hobby Lobby. The show started, the lights on stage letting up as you watched a couple students fumble through their lines a bit, before... changing. Newfound passion flooded into them, the show rivaling Broadway plays - and you leaned back, looking to Michael, who’s grip turned vice-like on his bag’s strap.

“This... is way too good for a school play,” he whispered to you, before realization hit. “Oh god. Oh fuck,” he started, “I need to get in there.”

“Wait, Michael-” You placed your hand over his, “hold on - I don’t know if that’s a good idea since-”

“I’ll be fine, [y/n].” He shot you a quick smile, “I’ll be back. Just... stay here.”

“Michael, they just started the show,” you whispered, ignoring a shush from behind you. “If you go now-”

“I’ll be fine!” He said, voice raising slightly. He stared at you, and then - all in a quick moment - he leaned forward, pressing his lips against yours for a split second before dashing away, leaving you dumbfounded by the sudden move.

“... What the fuck?” You mumbled, sinking back into your seat before turning your attention back to the play as best as you could, ignoring the burning in your cheeks. Eventually, the scene ended, the lights doing down long enough for actors to slip off stage. You watched the lights come back up, Brooke coming on stage and completely blowing everyone else away with nothing but raw energy. And then you watched as the stage slowly fell empty.

That was when you moved, slipping to the backstage door, barely getting a hand on it before a screech rung out. You threw the door open, letting it slam behind you as you head up the steps to hear several thumps hit the floor, and then you saw Michael, letting out a scream as he stepped back, staring at all the bodies unconscious before him. Something inside of you jumped to action, as you found your phone and immediately called 911. Holding the phone between your face and shoulder, you found Michael standing there in shocked silence, and guided him over to somewhere to sit - him practically falling into the chair you found.

Later, you stood beside Michael, a orange shock blanket draped over his shoulders as the two of you watched a teacher and your classmates get wheeled out on stretchers, a paramedic standing with the two of you. Her questions felt lost on Michael, because while you tried to help him answer, you didn’t exactly know what was going on. She knelt down beside him, trying to comfort him, slowly dropping her questions before finally the police arrived. You were permitted to leave before Michael was, because while you didn’t know much, you still sort of counted as a witness. Leaving Michael alone in there was tough, because you could see how shaken he’d been, but you found yourself sitting on the curb next to his car. Your mind fluttered back to that kiss, as quick and impulsive as it was, and you started to wonder whether you should bring it up to Michael - in the end deciding that yes, you should, but not that day. Too much had happened to just casually approach Michael and ask about what the fuck that kiss was about.

Eventually, footsteps approached you, and you were greeted with the sight of a slightly more calm Michael. His hands still shook slightly, and he fumbled with his jacket and his bag and everything he could get his hands on, but he wasn’t as he had been inside, no longer on the verge of tears or a panic attack. You stood to greet him, about to speak when he stopped in front of you.

“I’m gonna go to the hospital,” he said, voice quiet. “Y’know, uh... wait with Mr.Heere, I guess. I’ll drop you off-”

You didn’t hesitate. “If you think I’m not staying with you, you’re an idiot, Mell.”

He cracked a small smile at that, insisting he was okay to drive as you reluctantly climbed into the passenger seat. Taking the chance to call your mom, you explained everything you could: that you were going to stay with Michael at the hospital after something happened at the play and he was worried about his friends, saying that he needed someone else there for support and you wanted to be that someone. For a moment, you thought she was going to say you had to come home - but then she agreed, understanding as always, and asked if you needed anything. You rattled off a list of general stuff - water, maybe a phone charger or two if they could bring them - before thanking her. She told you she wouldn’t be able to bring it immediately, since they’re at dinner - although saying she was willing to leave early if it was needed, and you coaxed that away. You didn’t need any of this stuff immediately. You only thanked her again.

You’d never seen Jeremy’s dad before - and, well, you never had a reason to. But... he wasn’t like what you expected. He looked like he was slightly taller than Jeremy, but heavier and more tired. He had this thick, ginger beard, and a balding head, and you noticed how he had soft, gentle eyes. He greeted you and Michael with a small wave, a cup of shitty hospital coffee on the table next to him. Michael introduced the two of you, and part of you felt guilty for hating Jeremy all of a sudden. His dad treated you so kindly, as if you were also one of Jeremy’s friends. As if you were here because you were worried about fucking Jeremy Heere, and not because you wanted to make sure Michael was okay and had some extra support.

An hour later, you received a text from your mother saying that she was waiting outside. So you told Michael where you were going, and you wandered your way out of the hospital, taking note of everywhere you went so that you could get back to where you were without wandering like a lost puppy without Michael. Your mom handed you your bag, giving you a hug and a kiss on the forehead, saying that she was always a phone call away if you wanted to go home or talk or needed anything else. Your heart swelled in your chest, and you fought back tears as you hugged her and told her you loved her, before you left her and your dad to return to Michael.

Exhaustion hit you on the way back, and you plugged in two chargers for you and Michael’s phones. Eventually Michael fell asleep, head on your shoulder, and it’s just you and Mr.Heere and a few other people in the waiting room, questions filling your heads. You watched Jeremy’s dad stand, offering to get you coffee if you wanted, and you politely refused. Your head fell against Michael’s, as uncomfortable as it was for your neck, and eventually, against all the discomfort of that day, you fell asleep.

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A Cat’s Cries - Chapter 1

This is chapter 1 in a new Miraculous Ladybug series I’m writing! This first chapter might be a little boring just because it’s setting the scene but I hope you all enjoy it!

Marinette dashed about the apartment trying to find the cold medicine, they couldn't have been out now could they?

"Ughhhh," Emma groaned from the couch as she tried to re-position herself comfortably. Marinette looked over at her daughter worriedly while running to the kitchen to grab a paper bag.

"Here, sweetheart," Marinette said handing the bag to Emma, Emma took it thankfully as she puked into the bag. All there was to do for her was watch TV and try to sleep and for an energetic ten-year-old that wasn't the easiest task. "Where did I put that dang medicine?"

Marinette rummaged through piles of clothes that needed to be put away and kitchen cabinets that should've been organized, in the Agreste household it seemed like when one person got sick the whole family when into survival mode.

"Mama," Emma called tiredly from the couch, Marinette put down the pile of dishes she had been collected and walked over to Emma.

"Yes, Em? You alright?" Marinette asked as she on the arm of the couch and playing with her daughter's hair. Emma shook her head.

"I feel like I'm dying," Emma waved her arms dramatically, Marinette chuckled softly and kissed her forehead.

"Don't worry, you'll feel better soon. I'm trying to find the medicine," Marinette told her before standing back up. Tikki flew over to the two carrying a bottle of purple liquid. "Tikki you're a lifesaver!"

"Glad I could help," Tikki replied sweetly as Marinette took the bottle from her and started to serve it for Emma.

"Thanks *cough* Tikki *cough*," Emma told the kwami before bursting into a fit of coughing while Marinette quickly dished up the medicine and helped Emma sit up. Emma quickly gulped down the medicine which tasted about as far away from what a grape should taste like contrary to what the packaging said.

"You should try to get to sleep, I have to pick your brother up from school," Marinette said pulling more blankets against her daughter. Emma nodded closing her eyes.

Marinette quickly brushed her hair and grabbed her purse turning to Tikki. "Could you watch her? I'll be gone fifteen minutes at the most,"

"You got it Marinette!" Tikki answered cheerfully before landing on Emma's head and watching the television.

Marinette sped walked down the busy Paris streets. She noticed billboards with Chloe modeling on and couldn't help but smile, her friend had grown to be very popular modeling her and Adrien's new line of clothes. Similarly, Alya was talking on a few of the TV's as she walked past, she had become one of the most popular talk show hosts and reporters in all of Paris in the past few years. Even Nino was doing what he loved, he was a DJ and had just started his tour in America.

Marinette stopped in front of the colorful building on the side of the road and opened the gate walking down the path. She could hear the laughter and happy screams of children from inside.

"Hello?" she asked peeking her head in as she stepped through the door, she saw other parents collecting their kids and her own came running up to her.

"Mama I was learning about plants today!" Hugo told her excitedly as Marinette hugged him.

"That's great sweetie!" Marinette replied happily. Hugo's teacher walked up to him and smiled.

"Good to see you Marinette!" Rose greeted, Marinette nodded and hugged her old high school friend.

"You to Rose, I hope Hugo wasn't too much of a hassle for you!" Marinette joked, Rose giggled and shook her head.

"Not at all, he was very excited learning about the ecosystem," Rose informed her, Marinette nodded.

"I wanna be a plant person when I grow up Mama!" Hugo said bouncing up and down, the two older women laughed fondly.

"You'll make an amazing plant person Hugo, but we have to head home now. Tell Mrs. Couffaine goodbye okay?" Marinette said Hugo nodded as his mother took his hand.

"Bye Miss Couffaine!" Hugo waved his chubby little hand, Rose waved back at him turning to another parent who had walked up to her. "How is Em feeling?" Hugo asked as Marinette led him down the street.

"Emma's feeling a little better I think, she fell asleep and that should help her feel all better," Marinette told him, Hugo smiled.

"Good! Maybe she can be a plant person with me!" Hugo announced, Marinette laughed.

"I'm sure she would love that," she said to the five-year-old. Hugo gently tugged on her hand as he knew the way home almost as well as his mother did. Once in a while stopping and starring at a random object, whether that be a bicycle or a crack in the ground.

A fairy tale. These past fifteen years for Marinette have been like a fairy tale, she has her own family, the greatest husband, amazing friends and the two most wonderful kids she could ask for. Of course, there was the occasional akuma attack, she and other miraculous holders really should have stopped Hawkmoth a while ago, but knowing his secret identity only made him so much easier to defeat when he had gone into hiding as Gabriel Agreste. Nonetheless, Marinette enjoyed her life to a point where sometimes she wondered if it could even be real, that someday she would wake and be back in high school.

Screaming. That's what took her out of her thoughts.

Instinctively she pulled Hugo close to her and picked him up.

"Mama what's going on?" Hugo asked, Marinette already knew what it was and started to run in the opposite direction of the screams carrying her child with her.

"It's just an akuma attack, sweetie, everything will be fine," Marinette told him, Hugo scrunched up his face.

"Mean akumas," he commented, Marinette laughed.

"Yes, very mean," she agreed as she looked for a spot she'd be able to hide Hugo.

"Are you gonna be Ladybug? Can I watch you be a superhero!" Hugo asked excitedly, Marinette mentally slapped herself.

"Shush, Hugo please don't say that so loud," Marinette said spotting an ally and dashing towards it. Marinette set him down and started to push a large trash collector away from the brick wall.

"What'cha doing?" Hugo asked. Marinette led him to the new space that separated the ally from the street with the blue garbage bin.

"Mama has to go be a superhero for a little while okay? While I'm gone do not come out from behind here under any circumstances okay? Don't leave here until me, your father or one of your aunts come to get you okay?"

Hugo nodded as he sat down on the ground. Marinette gave her son one last hug and kissed the top of his forehead.

"Mama will be right back, I love you," Marinette told him before jumping over the bin and darting in the direction of the screaming. Her phone rang and she took it out not stopping her pace.

"Marinette where are you? Is Hugo with you? Are you two alright?" she was greeted by the sound of her husband's voice.

"I'm currently heading in the direction of the akuma, I hid Hugo, we're both fine," Marinette answered. She could hear Adrien's sigh of relief.

"Great, I see Tikki's at home, should I bring her to you?" Adrien asked.

"Sounds good, I'll see what I can do until then. I'll be sure to call the others,"

"Isn't Nino out of the country?" Adrien said.

"Yeah, but Alya and Chloe are still in town," Marinette informed him.

"Perfect, I'll see you soon, stay safe I love you," Adrien said.

"I love you too, bye." Marinette replied, putting her phone away.

Marinette rounded a corner and came face to face with a figure with feathers mimicking a birds flowing all over her and tall heels. Marinette had to cover her ears as the akuma's deafening screams shattered the glass of cars in front of them.

"I'm the Crying Canary, Hawkmoth demands I collect those two heroes miraculous before getting my revenge for the murder of my pet. So come out come out where ever you are little cat and bug!" The akuma screeched.

"And what are we, chopped liver?" Rena Rouge shouted jumping in front of the akuma, she tried to hit them with her flute but the akuma grabbed it using it to throw the hero across the street.

Marinette winced as Rena his the ground and ran over to her friend.

"Are you okay?" she asked, Rena sat up slowly rubbing her head.

"Yeah, I'm fine I-girl why aren't you transformed?!" Rena said they needed Ladybug to purify the akuma.

"Tikki's at home, Chat's on his way and bringing her," Marinette told her as she quickly glanced at Bee and Canary who were battling it out. "You got an up-close look of them right? Did you see where the akuma could be?"

Rena Rouge blinked slowly, "Maybe the choker they're wearing?" she suggested, Marinette nodded.

"Sounds about right," she agreed.

"Special delivery for My Lady," a voice alerted the two of them to a third person behind them, Marinette quickly jumped up and hugged him as Tikki took her spot on Marinette's shoulder.

"Thanks, Chaton," she told him, Chat gave her a quick kiss on the cheek.

"Anytime Bugaboo, let's go! We got a bird to cage!" he quickly leaped towards the akuma only for its screams to cause him to fall and cover his ears, both women laughed quietly as he took cover.

"Tikki spots on!"

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kkaebsongtypo · 7 years ago

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Awkward // Park Jisung

A/N: OMGGGGGG JISUNG PWAARK. This is lowkey based on a situation at school, there's this really awkwrd boy i kind of like sooooo yeahhhh this is based on the situation,,,,, not directly bc i dont think he likes me, but i thought Jisung would fit this role realllyyyyy well! hhehehhhe i asked the guy for a little help with this scenario ooooooooo sssshhhiiittt,,,,,,, OH! And it's bullet point :D I hope you enjoy,, this is gonna be cute oOOoOOoOoOoO

pairing: jisung x readerr

genre: awkward, adorable fluff ya'll

wanings/notes: minor mention of stress and anxiety. ALSO. THIS ABOUTA BE SOME HIGH SCHOOL SWEETHEART SHIT SO BE READY.

word count: 1633

(y'all should just assume i don't proof read ;-;)

Backstory thinggggyyyyyyyy/the situation???

so you're like 16,,, grade 11

and you're like a good student and all

but you can't stay focused for very long periods of time

mainly with "hands-off" tasks

like sitting in a presentation, or getting instructions in class,

or reading

LMAO ALL OF MY RECENT SCENARIOS HAVE BEEN ABOUT DESPISING READING AND LOVING WRITING IM SORRY IM STRESSED LMAO

you kind of had a short attention span

like you could type for hours on end

because your hands are moving

but you just can't read

(well i mean you can but the focus thing- you know what i mean)

ANYWAYS

you have this class book that you're reading

and you're having difficulty reading the book and answering the questions on time

whereas the cute, quiet, awkward kid, has read the whole book the weekend you got it

as much as you hated the idea,,, you asked him for some help

because, let's be real

you were fucking struggling and n e e d e d help

OKAY WE GOOD LET'S GOOOOOO

it was Monday

the day of the lit circles

you answered most of the questions,,,,, but your answer were kind of bullshit??

just some of them,, don't worry

you felt kinda bad for doing this,,,,,

but you did it anyways

you asked him for help

Park Jisung

the most awkward, and cute boy in your class

WHO READ THE WHOLE FUCKING BOOK IN 3 DAYS

when you asked him for help and he said yeah, you kind of like died a little

a. because he was saving your life

b. because it was fucking PaRK JiSUnG

first things first; you thanked him

he was just kind of standing next to you and looking at your laptop all awkward shit

so you like looked up at him and were all like

",,,,, do you want to sit down?"

at first he like looked back at you and his eyes were so wide

he just stood there for a minute,,,, silent, just looking at you like a deer in headlights

he quickly regained his composure,,,,, kind of

he kind of just scrambled to get a chair,, like all the way across the room

like boi there's one right here

but like he was back real quick

you were like with a small group of like 3 friends so you just scooted over and let him sit next to you

you're lowkey dying

but he is too SO

it's funny

because Jisung really likes you

so he get's pretty awkward around you

but he's like that with everyone

so you don't notice anything

so after like this awkward silence,,,,, y'all get down to buisness

"I uh,, i need some help with the questions for the lit circle,,,,,,,,

AND HE SMILED

FUCKKKKK I LOVE JISUNGS LITTLE SMILESSSS

and he was like

"the questions are hard right?"

and you smiled back like

"yEAh JiSUnG tHeY'Re pRetTy hARd"

so y'all get to work

and it's going pretty great

so you guys take a break from that shit bc ew

and you acCIDENTALLY OPEN UP YOUR TUMBLR BLOG

and you're just like

"oh shit hey that's my tumblr"

AND JISUNG IS ALL LIKE

"ah- i- oh,,,,,,, i shouldn't be looking that this"

so you look at him lowkey confused and you're like

"uhm,,,,, i mean,,, it's okay, i don't mind"

he smiles and stares at your screen and smiles AWKWARDLY

"ah,, tumblr is just like- a foreign place for me... i don't really know how it works"

AND YOU HAVE LIKE NO SHAME BC THIS BOY KNOWS YOU WRITE SHIT ON TUMBLR SO YOU'RE LIKE

"oh! You don't know like what tumblr really is????? Let me teach you the basics"

bc you love tumblr

so Jisung smiles and is like 'okay'

and you start your tumblr lesson

you're like going through your posts and the stories you've written

and you get to this one, really long story that did really well

(considering you started posting your writing like earlier in the month)

you talked a little bit about the post because you were actually really proud of it

and Jisung just loves seeing you so passionate

it's new to him because you're never really like this about regular school work

he's only seen you talk about writing like twice

the last time was when you were trying to think of a title for the exact scenario you were talking about

which you asked him for any possible ideas for the title

he smiled while watching how you talked about the scenario

you didn't notice him watching,,,,, it was cute

he looked away and at the screen again

"it's a cute title"

GAHHHHHHHHHH WHATTA CUTIE

AND YOU LIKE LOOK AT HIM

LOWKEY GET SHY

but you remain calm and hella passionate on the outside and you're like

"AHHHH I KNOWWWW"

now you're just like looking back at him with the biggest smile

but then

oh shit

he has choir and you gotta get to class

so you thank him for the help and you two part ways

TWO DAYS LATER

tbh y'all aren't that awkward once you warm up to each other

so on Wednesday

y'all have these presentations

and a big part of the presentation is (sorry if you love science) science

and you like lowkey highkey hate science

and the pressure of having to talk about science in front of all of your classmates (even though you know everyone and y'all are friends) was crazy

and when your teacher started to ask you questions that you couldn't answer

you felt yourself get really warm and then you started crying

you one of your closest friends ran to you side

and she was lovely enough to ask you if you wanted to be alone

which you did

so you left the classroom

after what felt like years (k not really)

you're teacher came out and talked to you a bit

AND THAT MADE YOU FEEL PRETTY SHITTY

LIKE YEAH WILL I KNOW I WASN'T PREPARED

your teacher said that you didn't have to finish the presentation if you didn't want to,,,, but you should go back into the class whenever you were ready

you knew that Jisung was coming back from choir soon

so you waited in the hall until you saw him

when he saw you, he sent you a small wave

you sent one back

he slowed down to a stop in front of you and asked if you were alright

bc like

you were sitting alone in the hallway lookin all sad

you just like sighed and looked down, shrugging, AND mumbling

"i don't know"

and the next thing you knew

Jisung was sitting right next to you against the lockers

"okay, what's up"

you just looked at him

and he looked back

"uhhh,,,, well,,, i had my exhibition"

you looked forward, across the hall and he nodded, doing the same

"it didn't go well, clearly as you can probably tell because I'm sitting out here and not in class"

you lowkey felt tears forming

"what happened...?"

you looked back up at him before sighing

"ELA was going great, then i got into science...."

you started to trail off so Jisung finished for you

"he started asking questions?"

sighing and nodding in response, you continued to elaborate

"yeah... BUT LIKE it was awful. I started crying, and UGHHHH it was so humiliating."

and you groaned

and ran a hand through your hair

AND THEN YOU LOOKED OVER AT HIM BECAUSE

park jisung just fuCKING GRABBED YOUR HAND

he's like lowkey stroking your knuckles with his thumb

you looked between his face and your hands repeatedly

because he's just looking forward

BUT LOWKEY HOLDING YOUR HAND LIKE

??????????????

so you clear your throat like

AAHEMMM

"... Jisung..."

this fucker didn't even look at you

he was just like "mmhmm?"

so you're like

"uhhh,,,, you're uh,,,, i'm- what's up....?"

you're all flustered and such

he just laughs a little and f i n a l l y looks at you

"Well,,,, i'm hoping that i'm comforting you,,,,, and i'm building up confidence"

and now you're even more confused

"i- i mean,,,, this is comforting,,, but like,,,, confidence for what??"

WHAT THE FUCK IS HAPPENING

he look DOWN this time

and he's all like

'shit this can't be happening'

"uhhhh,,,,, confidence to,,,, confess something?"

AND NOW HE'S ALL SHY AND AWKWARD AGAIN

and you don't go assuming so you're like

"ummm, okay? but confess what?"

and then Jisung groans and then laughs like

"ugghgghhgh this didn't go as plannedddddd"

"I like you, Y/N, a lot...."

and you're like lowkey confused and you're like 'wait,,, the fuck is happening'

but you finally come to your damn senses and are like

"ohhhh,,,, i uh,,, i like you a lot too Jisung"

and he like chokes real quick

but he resorts in just smiling at you,,, lowkey in disbelief

so you smile back and like hold his hand properly

and now he's exploding inside because

oH SHIT YOU LIKE HIM BACK

he doesn't really know what to do so he's just like

",,,,,what now? I'VE NEVER DONE THIS BEFORE"

and you're all like

"oh uhh,,, me either,,,,,,"

so he like thought back to what Mark told him and he's all like

"uhhhh,, do you want to go on a date,,,?"

(SHIT JISUNG IS SO CUTE)

you're lowkey dying again

but you just smile and are like

"ahh sure"

and he's like 'yey'

and y'all decide to plan it some other time

so that happened,,,, and then you had to go back to class

(you two weren't inside because y'all got locked out before the next presentation)

and y'all are casual when you get back into class

in your usual seats

after a few more presentations y'all get a break

and your close friend (from earlier) turns to you and asks if you're okay and such

you just nod and tell her you're fine

you were smiling so big though so yeah she believed you

you and Jisung kind of accidentally started a secret relationship

it went on for like a month

and then y'all were so comfortable around each other and you accidentally held hands while walking down the hall

key word there is accidentally

y'all just didn't realize

and then your friend was like

"THE FUCK FAM WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME????"

you're confused for a second and then you look down at your hands and are like

"OH SHIT LMAO SORRY"

and then Jisungs friends find out and y'all are just like

'ohp okay then,,,,,, wasn't expecting this'

and you two were finally public with the relationship

it was definitely a change from the awkward shit that went down a month before

once everyone knew

y'all became that adorable couple everyone thought was hella cute and perfect for each other

ah adorable.

OKAY THAT'S IT

AND TBH WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT

i'm so confused by my own writing

this was so spontanious

I'm sorry

~ Jae☾

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magicxlimagines · 7 years ago

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Enemies? Lovers. // Young!Sirius Black x reader // SMUT

Request: Can i have you write a Sirius Black x Ravenclaw reader? She is a book nerd, friends with Remus and Lily. She is not really friends with Sirius because she doesn't like his ego and they always bicker. One thing people didn't know about her is That's She is amazing qudditch Chaser and after the Ravenclaws beat the Gryffindors thanks to her, Sirius and the reader meet at the party that night and it leads to smut. Thank you!

Thank you for requesting! Love this request :) Hope you enjoy! I was listening to the song Attention by Charlie Puth (brilliant song btw) and I got these vibes, so yeah

Note: You’re in the same year as The Marauders (seventh year) and are a Ravenclaw as requested. Also I can’t find anything on who would’ve been the flying teacher in the marauders era (like Madam Hooch was in the golden trio era) so I just made someone up!

*** = Smut starts

EDITED

Word count: 2,004

You sat at the Ravenclaw table watching- no glaring at the ever infuriating Sirius Black, sitting by his group at the Gryffindor table. The playboy was laughing at something someone around him said, his head thrown back, nose scrunched and almost looking like he was barking.

“Y/N, Y/N! Glaring at Black will not kill him. It’d would be more helpful if you stood up and actually killed him,” your friend said from your side. You rolled your eyes at Deborah as she turned to look at Sirius. “He’s kinda hot though, to be honest,” she sighed.

“No, he’s not! But you know what? Maybe one day, if he becomes too arrogant, I just might kill him-”

At that moment, Sirius decided to turn and look at you. Upon seeing you already looking at him, he smirked and winked.

You turn red, becoming more furious and flustered. “Bu- Wha- Did you s-see that Debbie? The git smirked and winked at me! He has the nerve!”

“But what do you actually have against him? His good looks? Are you jealous of him getting so many dates and all? No, wait! I got it! You’re jealous of his hair!” Deborah laughed, seeing your reaction after her last sentence.

“You’re too sarcastic for your own good, Debbie. Also, you didn’t answer my question! You saw him flirt, didn’t you?!”

“Of course I saw him. I was watching him with you, dumbass.”

The two of you continue dinner in silence, your mind buzzing with many thoughts of Sirius Black. Unfortunately for you, you couldn’t keep him out of your mind.

“Hey, Y/N. I’m going to head to our dorm now, I’m quite tired. You coming along?” Deborah asks, breaking the silence between you two that was still filled by other students chatting loudly. You shake your head, still thinking over your thoughts and feelings.

"I'll be sleeping in Lily's dorm tonight, one of her roommates are in the hospital wing."

“Hey, are you okay? You’re really distracted at the moment,” Deborah asks you gently, placing her hand on your shoulder.

“I’m fine, really. Just thinking about how the hell I’m going to pass my NEWTS for Astronomy.”

She gives you one last concerned look as she leaves you. You pick up your plate and head towards Lily Evans, another one of your close friends. Luckily, she’s sitting with Remus and the pair are a few ways away from Sirius, James and Peter.

“Good evening, Y/N,” they greet.

“Evening, you two. How’s your day been so far?” You ask, starting to gain your appetite again.

As Lily and Remus started to chat, you zoned off again, nodding your head now and then and giving small responses. When you had all finished, you headed to the Gryffindor common room with them.

Soon, Sirius, James and Peter come up to the common room and sit with the three of you. You nod and smile at the two others, acknowledging them but frown deeply at Sirius. He frowns back. You roll your eyes and he does the same.

“Lily! Can you tell Sirius to stop copying my actions? He’s really annoying,” you whine.

“Sirius, quit being a git. We all know you love her but you need to stop annoying her if you want her to really like you.”

You turn red again at her words, almost dying from embarrassment. “Lily!”

She simply shrugs but turns to quietly converse with Remus about a new book series while James and Peter laugh.

“I do not like Y/N! She is more annoying then I am and we all know it’s her that admires me! I’ve also got better hair!” Sirius argues.

“Mate, you gotta admit it. Lily’s right, you’re whipped for Y/N. Plus, she has nicer hair,” James grinned, high-fiving Peter.

“I hate Sirius Black! He is a ridiculous boy and doesn’t know how to tell the difference between what is actually decent hair and what he thinks is decent hair. I’m going to turn in for an early night. Good night everyone. Everyone but Sirius Black.”

Lily hops up from her spot and bids everyone a goodnight as she walks with you to her dorm. “Seriously, Y/N/N, what’s with all this childish bicker with Sirius Black? I get that he’s extremely annoying and really ridiculous, but it’s almost like you want to murder him when you see him. You’re always so tense when he’s around.”

“It’s not my fault he’s so infuriating! And the biggest idiot ever!” You huff, folding your arms as you reach her room.

As Lily changed quickly and hopped into her bed with a book and her wand, she replied with something you’d never wish she’d say. “If I didn’t know any better, it’s almost as if you fancy him.”

You opened your mouth to argue back but words failed you and that moment. You didn’t really like Sirius… Did you?

The next day.

You had woken up feeling much more cheery than you did when you bickered with Sirius the night before, feeling pumped for your game. The Ravenclaw's had a brilliant team, with you as one of their chasers. You started playing in your fourth year, having finally been able to make the cut as a lot of Ravenclaw’s were surprisingly really good.

You quickly changed, had a nutritious breakfast and flew on your broom to the grounds. In the locker room, you spotted the rest of your team.

“Morning, Y/L/N. Hope you had a good night’s sleep and a nice breakfast. We plan to beat those Gryffindor's and try win the Quidditch cup this year. Got a good chance with this amazing team and we’re glad to have you on it. Now who’s ready to beat those Gryffindor's?!” The captain yelled, making many cheers erupt from your team.

You cheered along, beaming at your new teammates and captain, who had been on the team since second year. Raymond Utah (Randy, as everyone called him) became captain in his fourth year and everyone in Ravenclaw agreed that he was a brilliant player, captain and teammate and had high hopes of your house winning.

When you and your team stepped out, you scanned the crowd looking for Lily, Remus and Deborah. Seeing them with the rest of the marauders and Deborah with your Ravenclaw friends, you waved madly at them, ignoring the priceless look on Sirius’s face when he saw you in uniform.

You saw James as well, on the pitch with the rest of his team. You grinned and waved at him, James doing the same and mouthing ‘good luck’.

As the rest of the school started to fill in the stands with the teachers and staff getting things ready, your team and the Gryffindor's were practicing a bit on one half of the pitch each.

Madam Cosette marched onto the pitch below and blew her whistle, gesturing for everyone to come down.

The post game party.

A lot of people from all houses were in the Ravenclaw tower, celebrating the success of the Ravenclaw’s winning against the Gryffindor's, you scoring 40 of the points and the team’s seeker catching the snitch.

You were hanging with a slightly disappointed James, Peter and Remus when you decided to walk around and start mingling with others. You bumped into Deborah (who you quickly left alone, as she was making out with someone) and saw Lily.

You were so happy to see her, getting ready to explode from happiness. All the happiness soon deflated when you saw that she was chatting with Sirius Black.

“Speak of the devil, Lily. Looks like Y/N/N is here now. I’m gonna go and leave, don’t want to hear her boast about her win.”

You open your mouth to yell at him but Lily grabs hold of your arm. “I’m gonna find James and comfort him, please try to resolve your problems with him. Sirius, don’t annoy her too much. See you guys later!”

Both of you roll your eyes, crossing your arms and refusing the let your guards down. Finally, one of you cracks. “S-so, you did, ehem, well... today. Beat James, you did...” Sirius trailed off.

You nod, your stubborn self refusing to talk back. Obviously, you couldn’t hold it in. “I know I did well! I’d like to see you try quidditch.”

Sirius raises his arms, looking shocked. “Calm down! I was complimenting you!”

“Whatever,” you huff.

“Listen, I don’t know what your problem with me is… but I’m going to resolve it. Where’s your dorm?” Sirius demands, pinning you to the wall. As sober as you were, you’d wished you could blame your want -no need- for Sirius on the alcohol.

Unfortunately, you couldn’t. You pulled him by his tie, running to your dorm, pushing past people as fast as you could.

When you reach your room, you attacked Sirius. “You get on my nerves so fucking much, Black. And I hate it. I wish I could say I hate you, but I don’t.”

***

You pulled him towards you and kissed him hard on the lips, almost as if daring him to kiss harder than you. Your tongues fought for the battle of dominance, you winning because of your determination.

Through the mix of moaning, groaning and groping, you had both shed your clothes, everything discarded on the floor of your dorm.

You whisper spells to lock your door and ‘silence’ the room as you push Sirius onto the bed. Looking at his incredible body, you go on top of him, savouring the feel of his body under yours.

Debbie was right… Sirius is so damn hot, and I’m so friggin lucky.

You place soft, teasing kisses down his toned torso, getting closer to his lower region. You place tantalizing kisses on his thighs, making him groan. “Ughhhh, fuck, Y/L/N. Don’t be a tease, babe.”

Your heart stuttered at ‘babe’ but you made no physical notice of it. Taking his rock hard dick in your hands, you rub your hands up and down, pre-cum leaking from the top. You start to take him in your mouth, going as far as you could, using your hands to massage what you couldn’t take, sometimes fondling his balls as well.

“Fuck! Yes! Keep going, holy shit!-”

You take him out of your mouth, core aching at his profanity. It turned you on so much more seeing him, Sirius Black, a writhing mess under your touch. “Why’d you stop?”

“Who said I stopped?”

You slid onto his dick, adjusting to his thick size. It stretched you out, making you whine a bit. His hands slid up to your waist, pushing you up and down, guiding you. Eventually, you got used to it. You took his hands and pinned them above his head, taking control.

You bounced up and down, trying to satisfy yourself and him as much as possible.

Eventually, Sirius got tired of doing nothing, so he grabbed your waist and flipped you over. “Sirius!” You squealed.

You were about to protest when he thrusted as hard as he could back into you, making you scream. “Fuck me! Ohmygod Sirius Black!”

You were a moaning mess, Sirius absolutely driving you mad- except this time, it was a brilliant mad.

Soon, the two of you had become worn out (after quite a while, to be honest) and your highs were great.

The sex had left the both of you a panting and tired (and satisfied) mess. You fell half-asleep rather quickly, feeling like you were on cloud nine. Sirius, however, didn’t want you to sleep uncomfortably. He magicked a robe and helped your body into it, his eyes running over your beautiful, sleeping form.

Sirius then pulled the blanket over you, pressing a light kiss to your lips.

Although you were still half-awake, you could feel it.

When you were just about to really doze off, you heard Sirius gently whisper, “I love you, Y/N.”

With all the energy you could muster, you whisper back. "I love you, Sirius."

With that, you fell fast asleep.

#harry potter #harry potter imagines #sirius black x reader #sirius black imagine #young!sirius black x reader #young!sirius black imagine #sirius black imagines #magicxlimagines

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existentialburden · 5 years ago

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1: what was the first fandom and/or pairing that you wrote fic for?

officially? Undertale! more general story than specific ship. unofficially? the first one to get started on Actual Writing was Fairy Tail as a co-op effort, the first one to be mentally written was Animal Jam, and the first one roleplayed was Pokemon. no specific ships for any (and none at all for AJ), but notable ones are self-insert ships.

2: do you participate in any writing events or challenges throughout the year? if so, what do you like about them?

I don't :(. I think about it every time I see one, but writing on a deadline is usually required and I'm not too good at starting something and then actually... finishing it.

3: do you write fics from start to finish, or jump around?

both? mostly write from start to finish but a select few fics have me jumping back to write the first part last. introductions have never been my strong suit.

4: do you outline before you start writing? if so, how far do you stray from that outline?

I rarely outline- a select exception is the horrorterror Enny lore/story. I've never been good at outlining, either, but so far, horrorterror Enny is Right On Track!

5: what is the perfect environment for you to write in?

picture this. your friends are busy. everyone in your house is asleep. you keep rambling about characters in a group chat no one checks. it is 11:35 pm so of course you can't go to sleep before another round hour. you are in bed, all toasty and warm and unbearably alone. your phone is still plugged in, the cord pulled taut as you type. you desperately want to sleep, but your thoughts are making too much noise for your brain to rest. you want to sleep. you are so tired. you want to sleep. everything is too much and too boring all at once. you want to sleep.

you open up a new wip document and start frantically tapping away to get rid of this lonely, tired feeling and hopefully wear out your thoughts.

this is one of two situations you are able to write in. you have started and finished an entire fic like this before in one night.

you are me.

6: if you're really concentrating, how many words can you write in a day?

I'm not sure! I don't typically check. all I know is I've finished a full fic in one night before even if it was just a oneshot. still a nice, considerable amount for me.

7: which part of writing do you struggle with most?

actually writing lmao. no but... either sticking through to the finish, stopping when a fic reaches a natural conclusion on its own, or writing a proper first few lines. ughhhh intros. naming things is also rough but hey at least I can just throw a meme in there as placeholder and then Never Change It.

8: do you listen to music while you write? if so, share a song that's been inspiring you lately.

sometimes, but usually not for fics. essays yes (I torture myself by putting a song on repeat until I'm done so I write faster to make it stop). when I do listen to music, it HAS to be a song I'm already familiar with (so I don't focus on the lyrics and try to add it to 5 different playlists)- a personal favorite is Lifetime Achievement Award by Lemon Demon because it has a frantic sort of feeling to it without being too dance-y. perfect for my hectic writing. also anything on a certain friend's certain viking-esque playlist.

9: do you prefer to write AUs, canon divergent, or canon-compliant fic?

AUs are a personal favorite of mine, but canon-compliant is also super nice to write when I'm in a cuddle mood. which is always. no one can prove that these characters didn't nap together :). I love reading canon divergent fics possibly more than the other two though! which is cool!

10: do you enjoy writing dialogue, exposition, or plot the most?

oh, dialogue. absolutely dialogue. holy shit dialogue. exposition is also fun but no plot allowed we die like men. plot is too much responsibility which is HILARIOUS for someone who loves AUs. dialogue is just fun! exposition is nice to ramble about but feels weirder to do Official Writing with >:P. my writing style doesn't allow for this many exclamation marks but maybe I'll try writing with an excitable character as the narrator for once and see how that goes.

11: if you could only write angst, fluff, or smut for the rest of your life, which would it be?

probably angst because I'm Like This. fluff is a close second. smut is totally fine for me to write (says my exact count of 1 unfinished smut fic) but it is MORTIFYING to share that with my friends. I don't care how close we are sharing my personal horrorterror smut is the most concentrated form of the mortifying ordeal of being known and I hate it but I love sharing my writing y'feel? ANYWAY ANGST.

12: is there a trope you haven't written yet but really want to?

...one day I'll be able to write an Actual Slow Burn Fic with Mutual Pining, holy shit. I have no patience for romance I just want to skip to the cuddles and agonize over how they got there LATER. also one day I will bully myself into letting me have my Normal High School AU.

#ask #egby says shit #AAAAA TY ANON!!!!!#by bully myself I mean bully my friends into reading it

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artificialqueens · 8 years ago

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Reminicenses (Trixya) Ch5-Scoobert

Trixya high school au: so this is set when they’re both adults but each chapter has a flashback to their high school days. It’s loosely based on a song ‘caught in the crowd’, by Kate Miller-Heidke, an Australian singer I really like and saw live the other day. I cried when I heard her sing this and yeah I know it’s a little bit sad but I thought of the awesome Trixya au it could be. The song’s about Kate reminiscing on how she should’ve helped this kid out when he was being bullied in school, so this is basically the extended version of that.

An: Ah so this is the last chapter, I really enjoyed writing this story, I think it ends on a sad but cute note, hopefully you like it, if anyone has any feedback, I would love to hear it :D

Xx Scoobert

Katya POV

I finished mopping the floor and changed into some comfy pyjamas. I grabbed the menu and ordered some noodles, mmmm noodles and some rice and prawn crackers mmmm prawn crackers 🍤🍜. Once I picked out a fantastic movie to watch (it’s Contact, it’s a really great movie, you should totally watch it), I grabbed the cosiest blanket and some new cups of tea for each of us, hopefully it wouldn’t go as bad as it had last time.

Trixie shyly opened the door of my bathroom and walked out with a timid smile on her face. Damn, if anyone could look as good in track pants.

‘Hey Barbie, nice shower?’ I asked.

‘Yeah, good to freshen up thanks.’

‘Bet it would’ve been better with me in there with you,’ I smiled at her slyly while she let out a cackle, the timidness she’d previously donned gone. The doorbell rang and I went to go collect our dinner.

‘I hope you don’t mind I picked out an amazing movie for us to watch!’

‘Oh yeah, what is it huh?’

‘CONTACT!’ I exclaimed, leaping from my spot on the couch.

‘Hmmm okay, whatever you reckon.’

We both settled in, forks in hand and I played the movie. Once we’d finished our dinner, both of us glad at our food babies we’d developed, I attempted to scoot closer to her. Now that we’d both gotten over our previous sadness and cried ourselves silly, I could finally focus on Trixie and her hot body without feeling guilty.

But then again, maybe she wouldn’t want me. I hadn’t been the one to bully her, I would never do that of course, but some people say that onlookers are just as bad if not worse because they know what’s happening is wrong. I had been that person, too selfish, too scared, too… that was high school Katya and she was gone now. As Trixie said, people change and we’ve both moved on.

But as I scooted closer, I couldn’t help but wonder, maybe she still hated me, I suppose I would if I were her…

‘Come on Katya, I need a cuddle buddy after all that crying earlier’

And just like that all my worries were dispelled and being my usual self I moved so I was right next to her, wrapping my arm around her neck and letting her lean into me so her head was on my shoulder. I could feel her warmth underneath me and from one glance down, I could she was smiling, presumably not from the movie, although to be honest, I would be content either way. This is a fucking great movie, let’s not forget.

As the movie went on I could tell that her previous emotion was…probably not from the movie, in fact I was so involved in the movie that I hadn’t realised she’d fallen asleep. I leant my head up softly, so as not to wake her and kissed her head gently. Her long luscious curls tangled up with my own. I looked down at her, at her soft smile as she slept, her slightly red but hopeful eyes and her, oh god, Katya, don’t look there, she’s asleep right on top of you for gosh sake. I gave her one more kiss, this time on the cheek, before sitting back and relaxing.

Flashback

Once I’d got home, I left my bike round the corner. I’d decided to go to my mom’s because her house was near Brian’s, although reflecting, maybe that wasn’t the best idea. I didn’t really want to face him after what happened. How could I? I’d completely betrayed him. We’d had such a nice chat at lunch and I just left him to be kicked by those bullies. And after he’d told me how tough he had it at home, god Katya. You should understand him, feel empathy, but instead you fucking watched him lie in his own blood.

Okay calm down Katya, as soon as you see him tomorrow morning apologise to him profusely and…and then what, become magical happy lil best friends for life who skip on rainbows together and eat fairy floss for every meal. I don’t think so. What does happen from this point? I can’t apologise to him and then just ignore him at school or worse let it happen again, but if I do want to become friends with him that could be me lying on the pavement lying in their own blood, tomorrow after school.

Nah they wouldn’t do that to me, those guys know me, we’re frien…okay maybe not friends, but I’d like to think I’m at least friends with Alaska. Then why do I kinda get the feeling that it could be me. Would she really disregard our friendship that quickly? Well I never did actually tell her that I’m bisexual. I just didn’t really feel the need I suppose. Or maybe it was something else, maybe I was scared that she’d react weirdly or look at me different. She probably would if she already reacts so badly to Brian.

I don’t see what’s so wrong about it, Brian isn’t fucking hurting anybody, I bet he’s never even flirted with anyone in his life, let alone anyone at school. Why do they hate him so much, are they scared of him or something? I dunno I just want it to be over, I don’t wanna deal with it anymore.

No, stop it!

What are you going to do when you see him tomorrow, you have to think about it and make a strategic move. You could make this kid’s life a little bit happier or you could destroy your own. Okay you know that’s not true, you’d probably make his life a whole lot better. Alaska absolutely brightened up my world when she talked to me. Granted everything we talked about was about her, at least I had someone to talk to. It was a nice feeling. Imagine how happy you could make this kid Katya, imagine how much happier you’d be not having to hang out with Alaska every day of your life.

But…

‘What the fuck are you doing here, can’t you go to your dad’s or something, bloody hell! Does this mean I have to feed you, ughhhh.’

‘Um, hi mom, sorry, I just wanted to come here, I’ll just grab some toast or something, don’t worry about me.’

‘Oooh just wanted to come here did you,’ she mocked. ‘Well go ahead then I suppose, be quiet about it though, I’m trying to watch my programs!’

‘Sure, thanks mom!’

I hurried over to the kitchen and grabbed the toast when it was probably only half done (or fully done I suppose for those losers that eat barely cooked toast). I rushed to the back of the house, where I had a little room with a mattress on the floor. I sat on the bed, and watched some YouTube on my phone, trying to distract myself while I ate. Trying to distract myself from what I really needed to think about.

Once I’d eaten I changed into some pyjamas and went to brush my teeth, walking quietly so as not to disrupt my mom’s programs. As I brushed my teeth, I couldn’t help but coming back to the same problem which raced around my head like it was grand theft auto or something.

You dick, just apologise, and be his friend! Then what? Auhghghghufifquajnvkclmw.

You know what, you are being absolutely ridiculous, just go to his house right now and talk to him, explain what’s happening and how much you want to be his friend. Explain why you can’t continue to be his friend because it’ll ruin your social standing and you don’t want to get bullied like he does? No…shit! What do I say??! Okay just go there and say whatever comes out and hope he listens.

I crept out quietly not bothering to let my mom know I was going out; not like she’d care anyways. I tried to remember where he lived and when I saw the bike parked around the side of the house, I knew it was his.

Okay, lets do this. Front door? Mmm don’t really want to say hi to this awful stepfather of his. Window? Eh I suppose so, I already slowly kill my lungs every afternoon, nothing to lose.

I sneaked around the house and saw a room which had a sparkle of pink, yup got it! I climbed carefully up the strategically placed vine hanging on the side of the house and onto the side roof. I peeked my head up carefully and looked around the dark bedroom.

Ohhhhh my god. It’s a déjà vu that I never, ever wanted to relive again. He was on the ground, a small pool of blood surrounding him. I bit my lip from the stress and could feel a little blood trickle into my own mouth.

His stepfather…it must have been him.

God, I can’t go in there, I just can’t.

Then he seemed to wake up and I probably should have left as soon as I saw movement, but I had to stay, had to see his face.

Bad idea, bad idea, such a bad idea. His face, it was the same one that had filled me with a thousand pounds of lead earlier this afternoon. The one that made me want to walk over to him and cuddle him in my arms and stroke his hair.

But god, I couldn’t go in there, I just couldn’t.

End flashback

I drew a deep sigh as I thought of what had happened that night so many years ago.

After all this time, I’d finally made amends, she’d gone through some rough shit, but it was over, her life had changed, it was all gone. Hopefully she could eventually tell me the whole truth of what’d gone down in her high school years. There would proba…definitely be way more tears to come.

If I could be a part of it, a part of her life, god would I be grateful, I’d never ever leave her again. Never let her be in pain, loneliness or any of the sucky emotions my ‘friends’ or her bloody stepfather put her through.

I’d be there for her, for Trixie.

The end

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Earning the right to call him “Noct”

The meeting finally concluded several hours overdue, yet two members of the committee continued to chastise him about his declining grades right there in the hallway. He was the prince, but the prestigious high school will not accept him easily if he did not show extraordinary potential.

Impatient, Noctis extracted himself gradually but persistently, walking backwards and offering curt nods to indicate his farewell, promising that he will ‘definitely do better’ throughout the rest of the semester. He dropped the act the moment he rounded the corner and escaped their judgmental watchful eyes, and made for his private quarters.

There were no new messages on his phone, but the digital watch on his wrist blinked the time 11:53 PM. It was super late at night, he only hoped his last appointment wouldn’t suffer from the unexpected delay.

Ignis would wait for him, wouldn’t he?

Every step came quicker than the one before it, his shoes knocked loud against the polished marble floors of the royal wing, Noctis all but jogged to his living room and barged in, with only his key card buzzing to undo the lock and a dying apology on his smiling lips.

“Sorry I’m late!” He announced not even halfway through the door, but the vast room ahead was silent and dim; empty.

The persistent wheezing escaping his slack mouth filled the silence, and then the door eased closed with finality. He yanked on the uncomfortable tie and undid the top button of his lapel, dejected.

His downward gaze caught on a piece of paper left on the entrance table, the handwriting elegant and crisp. “I had to leave after forty minutes. Scientia.”

The sigh that escaped his burning lungs was interrupted by a knob rattling open, and then one Ignis Scientia walked out of the wash room. “Oh, My apologies.” He said simply, “I had to use your facilities.”

Noctis stared, “The paper said you left.” and showed it to him before tossing it back onto the table and placing his hands on his hips.

“Yes, I had intended to leave immediately after writing it, but I have a long ride ahead and couldn’t afford to be late anymore than I already am.” He adjusted his glasses and studied the young man currently fighting to regain some breath. “Is something the matter?”

Noctis opened his mouth to say something, but the sight of his busy advisor focused solely on the screen of his phone made him reconsider. “Everything’s fine.”

“Are you sure?” Ignis typed a short message and slipped his phone back into his pocket, “Your message said you had something to talk about.”

“Nah.”

Pressed for time, Ignis shifted his weight to the other leg and fixed the boy with a lengthy gaze. “You had me wait forty minutes over nothing?” He waited for a response but there was none, “Couldn’t you send me an indication that I could proceed to my next appointment? I hadn’t begun my drive and I’m already late.”

“My bad.” Noct shrugged and turned to look out the large windows overlooking the city, the night view cast golden lights on his stiff silhouette.

“Well, then. Excuse me.” Ignis bowed and made to the door, remembered the suit jacket he forgot on the couch, and made to grab it before leaving.

Hearing the door close shut, Noctis allowed his shoulders to drop and his frustrations to come bursting out. “I just wanted to see you...”

“Excuse me?”

Noctis turned in surprise, hair flying everywhere, face noticably flushed. “I thought you left!”

“I forgot my jacket...” Ignis said slowly, “Are you... crying?”

“I’m not!” Noctis snapped and turned his head back to the window. “It’s- It’s nothing.”

The straining in his chest didn’t sound like ‘nothing’ to Ignis, his phone vibrated again, the King’s advisor was getting impatient.

“Hello, this is Scientia.” He said to the secretary on the other end, his eyes fixed on the defenseless back of his ward. “I’m afraid my business holds me longer than anticipated, I cannot make it to tonight’s meeting. Yes, I do not know when I will be able to, so i must reschedule. I understand. You have my sincerest apologies. Have a good night.”

Noctis watched the exchange through the reflection on the glass, and only turned to look directly at him when the phone call ended. “I thought it was important.”

“It was.” Ignis admitted with a sigh, “But you are more important.”

The phrase was meant to put the young prince’s mind at ease, but it only seemed to upset him more. He whipped his head back to the sleepless Insomnia below and tightly crossed his arms.

“What did you mean you ‘only wanted to see me’?” the kindness in his words did nothing to fill the cold silence that followed, it was uncomfortable for both of them. “Prince, please explain. Have I done something to upset you?”

“No.”

“Then...?”

“It’s nothing.”

The conversation had reached a dead end. Ignis had been here on several occasions; the prince would put up his walls high and mighty, and there was nothing anybody could do to get through to him, not even the king himself.

It was the first time Noctis had put up his guard because of him, though, and that left a bitter taste in his mouth. usually he’d let things run their course and when the mood started to look up again, he would sweep in and comfort Noctis with whatever he could offer. Sometimes it was baked sweets, other times a road trip to the nearest arcade, he was supposed to be the fixer-upper of any disagreement.

Now, though, it almost felt like there would be no returning from this.

Noctis was shutting him out personally, and it was almost... maddening?

“I thought you were my friend.” Noct sighed, admitting defeat. “I just wanted to hang out... Nothing serious. But... You’re so busy and I’m... so...” He released another shaky sigh and brushed an annoying strand of hair off the back of his neck. “I won’t bother you again.”

“Nonsense.” Ignis approached and laid a comforting hand on the shorter one’s shoulder, drawing his attention to look at him directly. “I’m honored to be your friend.”

“Really...?”

He smiled, relieved that this skinny nerd was upset over something so trivial it never crossed his mind. “I apologize for not addressing your insecurities earlier, but I consider you a dear and irreplaceable friend. The only one for whom I would ditch a private dinner with the King’s advisor, in fact.”

Big blue eyes watched him speak every word with growing relief. “Then why the heck were you being a jerk about it!”

“I am under a lot of restraints as well!” He busied himself with undoing the prince’s badly knotted necktie. “With your grades and health fluctuating this last month, the grown ups are becoming anxious. Everybody needs me to tell them what they want to hear, and i could not possibly burden you with my rants when you’ve barely begun to recover from your last bout of flu.”

Noctis watched with furrowed brows as his right cuff link got undone, and then the other. “Still, lately you’re treating me less like a friend... and... more like a burden.”

Ignis couldn’t help but flinch at the sharp words, from the one person whose opinion meant the world, nonetheless. “I never meant for it to be that way; I only assumed my presence would stress you more in these trying times and made to reduce my presence in your private space.”

“Yeah, no, don’t do that anymore.” He shook his head dismissively, and actually reached up to undo Ignis’ bow tie. “Now that it’s cleared up, I have a request.”

“Yes, your highness?”

“Stop calling me ‘your highness’ when it’s only us.” He ordered with a small smile, his face slightly flushed from the awkwardness of the whole ordeal. “Just call me Noct.”

“As you wish... Noct.” He was the first person to have that honor be bestowed upon him, at least for a little while. “Now that my schedule is cleared, would you like to watch that tv show I kept recommending?”

The prince scrunched up his nose, “You mean historical documentary? Ehh... sure, why not.”

“You mean: Why Noct.“

“ughhhh!”

It would only be another semester before Noctis joined Ignis in his public high school, having been rejected by the first royal option because of his mediocre grades (it was on purpose) and only then did they meet another freshman who would join the small circle of actual friends who were allowed to call him ‘Noct’.

#ffxv #ff15 #noctis lucis caelum #ignis scentia #ignoct #fanfic #final fantasy 15 #platonic #sfw

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