#whoever came up w the idea that school breaks were for finishing/catching up on work: youre fucking evil

[silverislander]

i can't be trusted to take breaks bc i'm now on day 4-5 of "doing no school work at all" since it's the winter semester break and i said i'd take monday off for myself. i have the second section of my essay technically due tomorrow and i'm absolutely not going to be done on time. fuck me man

[sincerelyella]

RAMifications Prologue - Breakaway

Book: The Royal Romance (AU)

Pairings: Liam x MC (Ella); Ella x OC

Song Inspiration: Breakaway by Kelly Clarkson

Characters belong to Pixelberry; MC Ella Brooks and Ethan belongs to me

Summary: How Liam met Ella and their love story.

A/N: This entire idea came from Burnsy and her unBEARable series featuring her OTP Drake x Alyssa Devereaux. This is Ella’s backstory and how she met the love of her life King Liam of Cordonia. This doesn’t follow much of TRR books, there is still a social season but not all of the players are present. Throw canon out the window! If you have not read unBEARable by @burnsoslow​ (catch up here) I suggest you go and read that first. There are SPOILERS in this series!

Warnings: Except cursing? Not much.

Words: 1129

Ella Brooks was sick of school. 

At 25 years-old, she had already busted her ass and gotten her bachelor’s degree in history and political science.. Her parents, however, were less than thrilled about her choice in majors. She agreed to go back to school and was almost done with her bachelor’s degree in nursing at the University of California in Los Angeles, just needing a semester of an internship for graduation. Ella had already told all of her professors that she wasn’t doing an internship abroad before graduation. It was the sudden break up with her long time boyfriend that made her change her mind and want to get the hell out of California.

A week ago

As Ella walked to her car from campus - she had put in a study session at the library - Ella heard loud laughter echoing from the outdoor bar next to where she parked. That sounds an awful lot like … she narrowed her eyes just as she saw that it was her boyfriend Ethan. He was laughing with a blonde haired woman, his arm around her shoulders, face close to hers as they held onto their drinks.

Unable to contain her anger she stalked over to the oblivious pair and tapped Ethan on the shoulder. He turned and the smile he had on his face immediately fell, his eyes widened in shock.

“Uh … Ella, hey! Wh-what are you doing here?”

Ella grit her teeth and tried to compose herself. “Ethan. I was studying, as you know since you were supposed to meet me.”

“W-well, something came up after the meeting.”

Ella’s arms were folded in front of her, her brow arched. There was an awkward silence and the blonde couldn’t take it anymore.

“Hi! I’m Madeleine. Can we help you?” she said, with an oblivious smile on her face.

Ella looked at Madeleine, then back to Ethan. “Actually no, Madeleine. I think I’m done here.” Ella turned and walked towards her car.

Ethan scrambled to stand up, leaving Madeleine at the bar with a perplexed look on her face. “Ella! Wait!”

She kept walking, absolutely seething and determined to get to her car before Ethan caught up with her.

“Ella!” Ethan grabbed her arm and whirled her around. “I’m so sorry, that’s not what it looked like. W-we’re just … friends, me and Madeleine.”

“This is why you flaked out on the study session and had me sit in the library alone for hours? She was your ‘quick meeting at work?’”

“I DID have a meeting!”

“Your meeting consisted of sitting at a bar with your arm around her? Your face was right next to hers! Oh my God, Ethan! Do you think I’m fucking stupid?!”

“S-she had asked me out for a drink and -”

Ella couldn’t stand there and listen to his bullshit anymore. She wrenched her arm from his grasp and walked to her car. “We’re done Ethan,” she called over her shoulder. “I’m sick of all your excuses about all these different women being ‘just your friend’. I’m throwing out all your shit in my apartment if you don’t come get them tomorrow.” She got in her car, turned the ignition and sped off, leaving Ethan standing in the street.

**

Present-day

Ella dragged her carry on suitcase and personal items past TSA and customs in the Los Angeles International Airport. She stood in line for an hour just for them to wave her throug; she rolled her eyes and shook her head. Her long dark hair in two braids, she sported a plain black baseball hat, a plain grey t-shirt, black leggings and Nike sneakers.

Once Ella made it to her terminal she saw people already lining up to board. She presented her boarding pass and went through to the walkway to find her seat. The flight finally took off after a couple stragglers hurried onto the plane and sat down. Ella’s noise-cancelling headphones were a game changer. Damn these were so worth the money. 

Ella thought about her life in Los Angeles and how much things have changed. That was two years of my life I’ll never get back. She knew Ethan was never devoted to her, yet she stayed with him out of … familiarity? Complacency?  

Time for a new beginning. Ella settled into her seat, waited for the snacks and drinks to be distributed before she fell asleep.

**

15 hours later

Ella walked through Cordonia International Airport and went into the customs line.

“Miss Ella Brooks?” the customs agent asked while looking at her passport and paperwork.

“Yes, that’s me.”

“You’re here for a study abroad internship?

“Yes sir, I’m with the International Medical Aid program with UCLA. I’ll be a nurse intern in the Children’s Hospital at the capitol.”

The customs agent nodded. “Okay and how long will you be here for?”

“Six weeks.”

“Alright,” he stamped her passport and wrote down the dates on her paperwork. “Just know that if you plan on staying longer than that you’ll need to be employed in Cordonia. You either need to extend the dates or file for Cordonian citizenship. ”

Ella chewed on her bottom lip. Stay? “Right, thank you.”

The agent handed Ella back her documents and she was shuffled off into a van with her classmates from the study abroad program.

**

Five weeks later

In the last five weeks, Ella fell head over heels in love with the little country called Cordonia. The people were friendly, they loved to hear about where she came from and were in awe that she volunteered at a busy ER five days a week. Ella had contacted her university in Los Angeles and requested all her transcripts be sent to Cordonia University. She still had a couple more classes to finish plus her licensing exam to take; she couldn’t begin working as a nurse until those were complete. According to the U.S. embassy, she would need to find a job in Cordonia that was at least two days a week. After six months of steady work, she could file for Cordonian citizenship.

Ella walked outside the Emergency Room of the Children’s Hospital on her lunch break. She loved walking around the capitol exploring the architecture and little shops in the area. There was even a large library next to a fountain of a naked ... person that she sat in for hours. The historical books on Queen Kendra Rys were so interesting, she found herself wondering what it was like to be royalty. The small country was one of the few that was still governed by a monarchy and her political science degree made her even more excited to read the stories.

Ella’s eyes stopped at a shop that sold cronuts and quirked her brow. What exactly is a cronut? She saw two men and a woman sitting inside at a corner table that had what looked like a dozen or more cronuts in front of them. One man had on a black t-shirt with dark jeans and scowl on his face; he was sitting next to a beautiful woman with dark hair and wore a Chicago Bears jersey with jeans. Nice, someone here that knows American football. The other man had on a blue shirt with squids all over it and dark jeans as well. The man with the squid shirt was chattering away with the woman, both seemingly oblivious to the other man’s glowering. Are they going to eat all of that? She shrugged and walked in to try one. Ten minutes later she had eaten two cronuts and had a to-go cup of coffee in her hands.

Time to head back. Ella crossed the street and started towards the hospital. Out of the corner of her eye she saw a small flower truck parked on the curb. A long line had formed right outside the window and whoever was working there looked frantic. She caught a sign on the window that said Help Wanted. Ella arched her brow and stood there thinking for a moment. Oh, why not? She walked over to the window.

“Excuse me! Are you looking to hire someone?”

[panda-noosh]

Last Words {Hunk x Reader}{Soulmate!Au}

Words: 6045

  Summary: Soulmate!Au where you have your soulmates last words etched into your skin.

  Genre: Angst

  Notes: masterlist – i'm?? sorry??

  ---

     “I hate you, Hunk Garrett!”

    Those were the words that would forever be locked into Hunk Garrett's skin – the last words of his soulmate.

    It was a harsh reality to succumb to. His mother had always told him that, from the moment she had read those words on his chubby wrists on the day he was born, she knew he would be left shattered when the time came for them to be put to use. She went as far as to say that she protected Hunk from other people, not wanting one of them to be the person who would eventually break his heart both in death and before that.

   The words had never bothered Hunk to the extent many people believed they should have. Soulmates, fate, destiny – he didn't believe in any of that stuff. He would date whoever he wanted – he wouldn't wait around for somebody special. And besides, the words I hate you had been spewed to him on multiple occasions in his life, so what was the point in worrying about it? What was the point in walking on constant egg shells, trying not to make everybody mad just so he wouldn't have to hear those god forsaken words spoken ever again?

    He had girlfriends. In high school, he dated a number of girls who would always say to him, “I think you could be my soulmate!” before showing him the words etched upon their own wrists – it often took everything within him not to roll his eyes at the superstition, because that was all this phenomenon really was; a superstition, something to rile people up even more. And sure, maybe it was true. The idea of being born with words tattooed onto your skin seemed a little too far for something that could be classed as a conspiracy, but Hunk had never taken it seriously. The words on his wrist were harsh, but they never weighed him down, never stopped him from living the life he had always wanted to live.

   It was a Monday morning whenever Hunk met you.

   Mondays. A constant drag, something he wished he could avoid at all costs. The first day back at school after the weekend, the busiest day of the entire week as he struggled to catch up on the work he had been unable to finish over Saturday and Sunday – he was a hard-working student. He didn't slack off, didn't just not do his work. But sometimes, the work load got too much that compressing it into one or two days was simply impossible, meaning Hunk often found himself trailing himself into the coffee shop on the Monday morning in search of something to keep him energized.

   His bag hung limply on his shoulders, and he remembers the exact moment he looked up and saw you.

   You were just like him – hunched over in a chair on the far side of the coffee shop, head dipped in one hand whilst your other fumbled for a pen from your pencil case. You kept your eyes down, but Hunk could see the panic lacing them, alongside the extra boost of caffeine that he knew must have been thumping through your veins in that moment – you looked the ideal picture of a stressed out college student, and Hunk found himself smiling at the relateable sight.

   And perhaps it was the relatability he felt, the draw he felt, that made him choose to give you company that day, whether you wanted it or not. He would try it, he told himself. He would sit by you and start an easy conversation, and hope for the best.

    So, Hunk grabbed his coffee from the barista and then made his way over to you, nervously sitting down on the chair in front of you. You barely looked up at him – in fact, if it weren't for Hunk lazily thumping his bag against the table, he was fairly certain you wouldn't have even noticed he was there.

   His bag crashed against the table a little louder than he had anticipated, forcing you to look up in shock. Oh yes, Hunk thought. Definitely a tired college student.

   He gave you a warm smile. You didn't return it for a few seconds, simply staring at the stranger who had decided to grace you with his presence on this cold, Monday morning.

    But then you were smiling back at him, a nervous little grin that had Hunk clenching his fists in his jeans. Even though your eyes were void of any and all energy, your smile radiated a kind of excitement that Hunk couldn't quite explain – it was like you were two different people from the nose down.

   “Sorry if you're busy,” Hunk started. “I saw you working and I just – uh – thought you might want some company. Us college students need to support each other, right?”

   “You're a college student?” you replied, surprisingly easy. There was no hesitation in your voice, no doubt over whether or not talking to this complete stranger was a good idea – you just dove straight into the conversation.

   Hunk settled back in his chair, plucking his coffee off of the table, allowing himself to relax in your presence just a little bit more. “I am. Sadly.”

    You giggled. “Sadly is correct. I have three essays to write – all for next week. There really aren't enough hours in the day.”

  “I agree. Maybe I can help you. What are the essays for?”

   “Psychology, biology and Spanish.”

   Hunk blanked. You looked up at him, his silence catching your attention. He blushed profusely, not wanting to admit that he knew nothing about any of those subjects. He opened his mouth to speak, to perhaps lie and say he could still help you out, but you were laughing at his expression before he could get the words out.

   You were laughing, and the noise was unlike any noise Hunk had ever heard before. He silently cursed himself for thinking such a thing – it sounded like something straight from Lance's mouth, some cheesy exclamation of love that left people cringing in their seats – but Hunk couldn't help it. That was truly what came to his mind whenever he heard the sound emitting from your mouth.

   You covered your mouth and settled down. “Sorry, sorry. I don't mean to laugh. You don't have to to help me, by the way. I'm perfectly capable of doing this on my own – well, with the help of a little caffeine.”

   Hunk pursed his lips, bringing his own coffee up to his lips, if just to hide the blush forming on his face. He felt it rising, a physical heat engulfing his neck and his jaw and his cheeks that he tried, to no avail, to hide with his paper cup.

   This couldn't be happening. Surely this wasn't real. This wasn't what everyone had always said it was, was it?

    He stayed silent after that, and you got back to your work without a second thought. You didn't seem bothered by his presence, even after the conversation dulled. You kept your head down and you worked – just like Hunk was supposed to be doing, but his mind was reeling at a million miles per hour and he could barely keep his own hand from trembling – how was he ever meant to get a pen out and start writing?

   His school work would have to wait. This was a crisis.

   This was a crisis, because he had heard of the stories. He had heard of the tales woven by his parents, his grandparents, his aunts and uncles who were sorted together by the bind that was labelled soulmates. They had told him all about that connection, how they had felt whenever they had stumbled upon the person who they would eventually find out was their soulmate – whether it be in the most heartbreaking of ways or not.

    They described that draw, that ache to be with them even though you barely knew them. They described that instant connection, the way every little thing they did seemed to be purely to impress you. The trembling hands. The excitement. The nervousness.

   The nervousness.

  Oh, Hunk was feeling that now. He couldn't deny it as he looked at you now, and he knew he should have got up and left before he got himself hurt, because if the words on his wrist were any indication of how this relationship would end up, it was only going to hurt him in the end.

   But he was glued to the chair. You had said a few sentences to him, and yet he was absolutely captivated by you. He wanted to talk to you more. He wanted to learn everything about you, and there was truly only one explanation for this odd sense of need that was washing over him.

   He had just found his soulmate.

   In a coffee shop.

  On a Monday morning.

   He shook his head slowly. This was unbelievable. His entire life he had gone against that stupid superstition, told himself it was nothing more than a teenage tale. But now he was living it, and it felt good and bad all at the same time.

    He clenched his fist around his coffee cup, silently hollowed out his cheeks and asked, “So, what's your name?”

   ---

   Your body pressed against Hunk's would be a feeling he would never get used to.

   He lay down in bed, one arm draped loosely around your bare shoulders. Your head was resting on his chest, your eyes closed and your breathing coming out in laboured puffs – you had fallen asleep over an hour ago, and Hunk had had every intention to follow after you, but his heart had kept him awake.

   He had looked down at you as you drifted to sleep with your hands resting upon his chest, and he had been unable to close his eyes. He didn't want to close his eyes, didn't want to lose the image of you looking so peaceful then and there. He had instead stayed awake, stroked his hands through your hair and basked in the feeling of calm that was engulfing him in that moment.

    He loved you.

   He knew that much. His life was hectic, and nothing was ever set in stone, but there was one thing he had been certain of from the moment you two had met; he loved you. He wanted to protect you. He wanted to give you the world.

   So far, he believed he had done a pretty decent job of doing just that. Sure, there were arguments here and there, and whenever those broke out, Hunk wished and prayed that you would never let out the heartwrenching words engraved on his wrist; I hate you, Hunk Garrett!

   But so far, you never had. You had always told him you never would, that it wasn't possible for you to feel that way. Hunk had believed you, even though he was aware it was foolish to do so; although he had never been a big believer in fate, the evidence was there. The words scribbled on his wrist would be words he would hear eventually, and they would follow something agonisingly painful – unless, of course, you turned out to not be his soulmate, though that seemed even more unlikely than the idea of you going against destiny.

   He often forced the thoughts out his head – like right now. Even though he aware he would have to deal with it some day, he didn't want the good moments to be ruined by something such as that. So, he pulled you closer to him, gently dipped his hand under the cover to hide the words on his wrist – just for now. Just so he could bask in this moment for a little while longer.

    You stirred against him as he moved, grumbling incoherent words under your breath. He looked down at you, holding you a little bit tighter – the sudden tensing of his arm was enough to startle you into full consciousness. You lifted your head off of his chest and looked up at him, eyes narrowed and hair a groggy mess, sweat still coating your forehead from the activities the two of you had participated in only a few hours before.

   He smiled at you, and you grunted in response, letting your head drop back on his chest.

   Hunk chuckled. “Tired, baby?”

   “Why haven't you slept yet?” was your response, grumbled and groggy. “I was exhausted afterwards.”

   “Was that a compliment?”

   You groaned again, causing Hunk to laugh a little harder. “You should rest, Hunk. You have work in the morning.”

    “I will rest,” he insisted. “I just wanted to watch you sleep for a little while. It's not very often I see you looking so peaceful.”

   You pouted, resting your chin on his chest so you were looking directly up at him. “That would have sounded creepy if I didn't love you.”

   Hunk grinned and leaned forward, pressing a chaste kiss to your lips. You grumbled, tugging away and covering your mouth with the quilt.

   “I have bad breath.”

   “I don't care,” he replied before kissing you again. You squealed this time, tugging away and slapping his chest. He chuckled, looking up as you lifted yourself onto your knees beside him, pouting down at him in that way that always drove him absolutely crazy – but you would never know that. He never showed how mad you truly drove him, how he felt a physical tug in his gut every time you did something cute or impressive.

   His hands were on your bare waist before he could even comprehend he had moved. You didn't seem to mind, the feel of his hands on your bare skin being nothing that was new to either of you.

   “Did I make sleeping beauty angry?” he chuckled.

  You rolled your eyes and slapped his chest. “Sleeping beauty needs her sleep. She also has work in the morning.”

     Hunk scowled at that. “Why don't we both just cancel and stay in bed all day?”

   “We can't. In case you forgot, my dear Hunk, we have bills to pay and food to buy. We need the money.”

   You flopped down on the bed beside him, sweat soaked hair fanning out around you upon the pillow. Hunk rolled over to face you, idly messing with the ends.

    “I love how you always say we,” he said before he could stop himself.

   You looked over at him, raising a brow. “Of course I do. This is our house.”

  “This is our life,” he corrected, poking you in the side. You grunted, moved away from him before you seemed to think better of it and shuffled back over to his side. “Do you ever – Do you ever think about the soulmate marks?”

   Your face fell at that, and Hunk immediately knew he had said the wrong thing. An instant mood-crusher in the Garrett household, something you two tended to avoid thinking or talking about whenever you could. Sometimes the topic was inevitable. Sometimes it just had to be brought up for you two to ever get passed that hurdle, but Hunk would much rather prefer keeping it out of the conversation as all costs.

   You looked down at your own wrist then, and Hunk glanced at the words etched in black ink across your skin. Why don't you just leave then?

   For months, Hunk had believed that they were to be spoken by someone else. As much as he wanted – as much as he knew – that he was your soulmate, and those were words that belonged to him, he didn't want to come to terms with it. He didn't want to think of himself yelling such cruel and demanding words in your direction, because he knew he would never mean them. He knew they would be said out of anger and nothing more than that, and the idea that they could be the final things he ever said to you ripped a void in his heart.

    He reached out now and gently ran his finger over the black wording. You shivered beneath his touch.

   “I don't like to,” you replied, voice quiet now, the playful tinge disappearing completely. “Sometimes it's difficult not to look down and realise – realise just how important they actually are, you know?”

   Hunk nodded slowly. “I know.”

    You looked up at him then. His fingers were still wrapped around your wrist. “Do you ever think about them?”

   Hunk swallowed thickly. “All the time.”

   ---

   “At the end of the day, we're all gonna die,” Keith grunted, taking a swig of his beer. “There's no point in fretting over our last words. We should be more worried about the death part.”

  “How can you say that?” Shiro scoffed. “It's like you don't give a shit about your soulmate.”

   “I don't even know who my soulmate is,” Keith replied. “I'm not a big romantic like Hunk – I won't know who my soulmate is until they're dead. Until then, the person I'm with is just going to be labelled my significant other – nothing more than that.”

   Hunk scowled into his glass, unknowingly tugging his sleeve over his wrist to hide the soulmate mark. Shiro, Lance and Pidge all rolled their eyes at Keith's words – classic Keith. Though the man had been married for nearly three years, he still refused to call his wife soulmate.

   And Hunk supposed that was a safe route to take. At the end of the day, failed marriages weren't uncommon. Thinking somebody was your soulmate, preparing yourself for them to say the words etched onto your wrist only for it to all go horribly wrong and for you to find out that they weren't your soulmate – it happened often. Keith was merely saving himself from disappointment.

   But Hunk still found himself growing uncomfortable with the conversation topic. Marriage was hard. He had been married to you for nearly four years now, and everyday was like a gift sent from God – not because he didn't expect the two of you to last, but because you truly made each and every day something he could look forward to.

   The idea of you not being his soulmate was jarring – it was unrealistic. He couldn't even wrap his head around the idea of somebody else walking into his life and taking that title, giving him feelings beyond what you already gave him.

   No, he assured himself. You were most definitely his soulmate. You were most definitely the person who would tell him you hated him before he would never hear your voice again.

   He swallowed down more beer than he thought possible and ended up choking. He gasped for air, Pidge clapping a hand against his back as his friends laughed around the table, watching him struggle to grab for air.

   “Hey, hey,” Pidge exclaimed. “Slow down there, buddy. You know you can't handle your drink. What's gotten into you?”

  “We all know he doesn't like talking about the soulmate marks,” Shiro said, helping Pidge by tapping the other side of Hunk's back.

   Hunk merely scowled, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

   “Oh yeah!” Lance exclaimed. “I forgot about the one on Hunk's wrist. What is it again? I hate you or something like that?”

  “Lance,” Shiro barked, swatting the man around the back of the head.

   Hunk straightened up in his chair, pulling his sleeve fully over his hand – it wasn't good enough just covering his wrist. He didn't want to risk anyone reading what was tattooed onto him, even though he knew people had seen it a thousand times before. They had seen it, and they had always looked at him with that stupid look of pity that made his blood boil. He didn't want pity. He knew what was coming, knew what he would have to hear one day, and knowing himself was bad enough without the added annoyance of other people feeling like they had to form an opinion.

   He silenced his hostile thoughts. His friends were just trying to help him. They were just being kind, and he was there cursing them out in his head.

    “You know, maybe they don't mean what we all think they mean,” Lance continued on despite Shiro's previous warnings. “Maybe you and Y/N are . . . I don't know – role-playing.”

   Pidge choked on air beside Hunk.

   “And maybe one of the characters has to say I hate you and that's when Y/N dies-”

   “Lance!” Shiro exclaimed. “That's enough now!”

   Hunk grimaced. There was nothing to say, nothing he could reply with that would disguise that feeling of despair that immediately ran up Hunk's spine – dies. He had concentrated on the words themselves for so long, that the event that would take place afterwards had never fully occurred to him. Of course, it had been in the back of his mind – how could it not be? But never before had he let himself dwell on it too long.

    Hunk stood up from his chair, dragging his jacket behind him. “I'll talk to you guys later on, okay? I should probably be getting home. Y/N wanted me to cook dinner with her tonight and I'm already running late.”

   “Ah, maybe that's why she'll say she hates you!” Lance cheered, but his exclamations were once again cut off by Shiro slapping him on the back of the head.

    ---

   It was ruining everything.

   This stupid mark that had been given to him against his damn will. He didn't want it. It caused nothing but absolute terror to brew in his stomach, and he wanted nothing more than to get rid of it.

   Hunk stood in the bathroom, the scent of beer still lingering on his clothes and on his breath. He had told his friends he was coming home to help you cook dinner, but he had walked right past you whenever you called out to him and stormed into the bathroom before you could even ask why. You had tried talking to him through the door multiple times, but he had ignored you.

   He leaned against the bathroom sink. He inhaled deeply. With a trembling hand, he rolled up the sleeve of his work shirt and revealed the black ink that had been tormenting him for as long as he could remember.

   I hate you, Hunk Garrett!

   It had never bothered him before. He hadn't believed in soulmates at one point, which was why the ink just seemed so harmless. But now that he was certain he had found his soulmate, it was eating away at his brain constantly – what could he possibly have done to make you say such words to him? And why did they have to be the last words he would ever say to you?

   He gritted his teeth and lowered his sleeve again. He was angry. Angry, and tired, and a little bit drunk – a little bit. He nearly laughed his own thoughts. With the conversation that had been passed around that table tonight, he was sure he had drunk nothing short of the entire bar.

    And he didn't even care.

   Not as he stepped out of the bathroom, ripped his work shirt off and replaced it with a short-sleeved one – one that would reveal the words on his wrist. One that wouldn't disguise the disgusting thing that was etched into his skin forever.

   He stumbled downstairs then, jaw clenched. You span around to look at him as soon as you heard the door open, and he wanted to go over and kiss you. He wanted to feel you against him, wanted you to calm him down in the way you always knew how, but he didn't. He walked right past you to the fridge, grabbed a can of beer and slumped down at the kitchen table.

   The beer had been in the fridge since New Year. Hunk hardly ever drank – not unless he felt the need to forget.

   You watched him in shock. He could feel your eyes – those eyes that had once belonged to the exhausted college student he had fallen in love with – burning into the side of his head, asking a silent question.

   “Nothings wrong,” he said to the air.

  “You're drinking,” you pointed out. “You never drink. What happened?”

   Hunk scoffed, throwing his head back and swallowing down the god-awful liquid. He didn't even like beer – it just got him drunk quicker than any other alcohol, and that feeling of tipsiness was the one he was chasing at this moment in time.

    “Hunk,” you seethed, storming over to him. You tried to grab the beer from his hand, but Hunk tightened his grip and pulled it back into his chest.

  “What are you doing?” he exclaimed. “I'm thirsty! Jesus, Y/N. I've been working my ass off all day and I want to finally take some time to relax. You can stop being so damn stingy for one second and let me have this one.”

   Your jaw fell open. “Stingy?”

   “A spoil-sport,” Hunk slurred. “A kiss-up to the god damn world. I'll drink what I want. The thing was bought with my fucking money anyway.”

   He saw you flinch at the curse word that had just left his mouth – another thing Hunk very rarely did; not when he was in his right mind, which he very clearly wasn't right now. You clenched your jaw, and Hunk knew, even in his drunken state, that he had made you angry.

   But he didn't care.

   Because he had those god-awful words scribbled into his wrist, and he was angry about it. He was so, so angry.

   And who's fault was it that he had those words on his skin forever, forever taunting him, forever teasing him?

   You.

  It was your fault, because you were the one he decided to love more than anyone in the world, and you were the one who would break his heart by saying those very words to him.

   So, no. It wasn't fate. It wasn't destiny. It wasn't some wild defect at birth that just somehow happened to spread to every single person – it was you being too loose with your tongue.

   Hunk's drunken mind seethed. He looked up at you, somehow seeing you in an entirely new light as this realisation struck him. He took another long swig of his beer and scowled.

   “You know what,” he slurred. “This is your fault.”

   You froze, still staring down at your husband in shock. What he had said clearly made no sense to you, but Hunk didn't care. Not right now.

   “This is your fault!” he exclaimed, slamming the can of beer down and showing off his wrist. “If you would just keep your mouth shut and not say such awful things, I wouldn't have this fucking thing on me! But no! One day, you're gonna be a bitch and you're gonna say these to me, and then you're going to die. You're gonna die, Y/N, and that is the last thing I'm ever gonna hear from you. And for years I've been telling myself it's my fault, but how can it be when I'm not even the one who's gonna say them? Huh? How does that even work?”

   His laugh was high pitched as he slumped back against the chair again, shaking his head with a look of disbelief on his features. You stared at him in shock, not entirely sure what he was saying or what he meant by them – but you couldn't move. You couldn't even talk.

   He had never said something so cruel to you before. Not once. He loved you, and he prided himself in showing you just how much he loved you each and every day, but the drink had done something to him. You could see it. See it in the way his pupils were dilated, in the way he smiled lazily to himself as if he didn't have a care in the world.

   “What kind of wife tells their husband they hate him?” Hunk continued. “Certainly not a good one, that's for sure.”

   You let out a choked noise from the back of your throat. Hunk looked up at you then and shrugged. “I'm just telling the truth.”

   “I'm going to bed,” you croaked out. The tears had started forming. Your hands were trembling, and you wanted nothing more than for Hunk to reach forward and take them in his own, kiss them and say he was sorry – but he didn't move.

   He rolled his eyes, letting his head fall back against the back of the chair. His neck was glistening with sweat, the only reminder given to you that he was drunk right now, that he couldn't possibly mean a single thing he was saying.

   “Alright then, go to bed. Leave me be. Don't even apologise for putting me through this.”

   “Are you serious/” you barked, slamming your hand against the table. “Is this really coming out of your damn mouth?”

   Hunk pointed to his lips then and spoke, loud and clear. “No good wife would make their husband feel this way.”

   And that was it. That was all you could handle. You stumbled away from the table, tears dripping down your face. You felt as if he had been physically clawing at your chest, as if he were a completely different person. He was a completely different person – this wasn't the Hunk you had fallen in love with.

   “You know what, Hunk?” you growled. “You wanna know why it says that on your wrist? Because it's true! Whenever you get like this, it's the truth! I hate it when you act like this!”

   Hunk's face visibly paled. He stood up then, stumbling a little bit over the chair leg. “Is that right? Why don't you just leave then?”

    You groaned, tugging on your hair. You weren't even thinking. Your mind had gone blank. You snatched your jacket up from the counter and rushed towards the door, but not before you stopped and turned to look at him over your shoulder. “I hate you, Hunk Garrett!” And then the door was slamming closed behind you, leaving Hunk to stumble around the kitchen in his drunken state.

   ---

   It was the sound of the door knocking that woke him up the next morning – at least, he thought it was the next morning.

   It was still dark outside, he noticed. He had fallen asleep on the sofa, his head pounding with the alcohol that had once been buzzing through his veins – the alcohol that was still buzzing through his veins. It hadn't worn off just yet, meaning he had to lean against the wall in his attempts to reach the door.

   “Give me a minute!” Hunk yelled as the knocking persisted. “Jesus Christ. I can't even get a decent sleep these days.” He turned over his shoulder just before he turned the handle. “Y/N? Baby? Are you awake?”

   Whenever he got no reply, he pouted and shrugged. You had most likely headed upstairs to sleep. He was fairly certain you had work in the morning, anyway.

   He turned the handle then and opened the door.

   And was greeted by two police officers.

   He narrowed his eyes, the sight of the two figures startling a little bit of sobriety into him. He stood up a little straighter, attempted to fix his hair – had someone in the building been robbed again?

   “Officers,” he said, nodding his head. “Is there a problem?”

  The two police officers shot each other glances – if Hunk were any less wiser, he would have thought they were looks of sadness, perhaps even a little bit of pity. But there was nothing for them to feel pity for, was there?

   “Are you Hunk Garrett, sir?” one of them said.

  Hunk nodded slowly.

    “We need to come in to speak to you. It's quite – it's quite urgent. Quite a serious matter.”

  Hunk frowned. “My wife is sleeping right now. Can you just tell me here?”

    Hunk watched the officers faces crumble, watched them genuinely pale. For the first time in his life, Hunk was seeing two professional officers look as if they had been punched in the gut, the air knocked out of them – and it confused him. Nothing bad had happened. Nothing that he was aware of. There was absolutely no reason for them to be acting like this.

   The first officer stepped forward and took his hat from his head, clenching it between his hands. “Sir, this is regarding your wife. Mrs Y/N Garrett was found dead only a few minutes ago – she was run over on her way to a friends house, it seems.”

    And just like that, the entire world came to a stop.

   There was nothing – nothing – that could have prepared Hunk for the mass amount of memories which suddenly slammed into his brain, the sudden feeling of remembering that shuddered through him. He felt as if it was going to rip him apart.

   He wasn't even sure how long it had been, but he now remembered what happened. He remembered the words you had spoken – those god-forsaken words that he should have been prepared for, should have been avoiding at all costs.

   But no. He had gotten drunk. He had gotten too locked into his own head and now you were gone and the damage had been done and there was nothing he could do to fix it.

   He didn't even realise he had been falling to the floor until the officers were lurching forward and grabbing a hold of his arms in any and all attempts to keep him upright. But he didn't want to be upright. He didn't want to be standing. He didn't want to be alone. He didn't want a whole lot of things right now.

    At one point in his life, Hunk thought he would never have to face this moment. It was stupid of him, but he thought that he may have been able to outlive you – you deserved to live much more than he did – especially after what he had said to you.

   He shivered at the memory, of those acidic words slipping past his lips and cutting so deeply into you that you had said you hated him and stormed out of the house – your house. Our house. You had stormed out into the darkness and Hunk had been too drunk to do anything to stop you – he should have gone after you.

    He wailed and he screamed and he told the police officers to stop joking around, that this wasn't funny, but he knew they were telling the truth. He knew they were just delivering the news, and it hurt. It hurt more than any physical blow ever would.

    Eventually, the police could no longer hold him up and he crumbled to the floor. They stood over him, silent, unsure of what to say. Hunk sobbed, pulled his knees up to his chest and rocked back and forth – he half expected you to come running out of the bedroom to comfort him, wrap your arms around him in the way he was so used to you doing whenever he had a tough day.

    But there was nothing.

   His hand was trembling as he pulled his arm away from his legs and glanced down at his wrist – where your final words once lay bare upon his tanned skin, was now nothing. Nothing but a white scar slicing across his veins, because the damage had been done.

   Your final words had been spoken, and there was nothing left.

[sainadazai]

When your crush is angry all the time

Ch.3

Sharks or whales?

  Ch.3 

Sharks or Whales is not a stupid question 

Bakugou pov

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"I noticed it, you aren't slick katsu!"

"The fuck? Noticed what!"

"You know what, how could you"

"WOULD YOU STOP CRYING ITS ANNOYING AS FUCK"

"you don't even tell me you love me, but you can do that"

"The fuck...we only started dating like a week ago"

"Yea but- but- i"

"You what? Huh? Tell me what your talking about or get out of my face"

God, I really need to stop making impulse decisiones. I could just keep fighting with her though...she is always hotter when she is angry. That's how this all started in the first place, at that damn sports festival. Why did I have to find it so hot? 

Fucking occhaco, are you really only my type when your in battle? 

"Just shut up okay." 

"Wh-"

I made myself quick to press my lips to hers and when she gasped I skipped my tongues in too. I wanted to be slow and sensual, even with tongue, but I couldn't. The slower I kiss her the more I remember how much I am not right for her. How she is feeling something but I can't feel it anymore. I skipped my hand behind her back and drew our lower bodies closer together. 

At least occhaco is a good kisser. I bet that stalker bitch from earlier isn't. I bet she is crusty and musty and fucl she was hot though. No. She is weird, she probably got in here because of her mom so she is spoiled. What a fucking princess. 

All of a sudden chaco trips on something and is pulled away from the kiss she falls backwards and landed flat on her ass. It takes some work not to laugh but whoever did that is going to die. Even if I wasn't really enjoying myself there, I could've been. They wouldn't know. 

I look down at my girlfriend in shock. What catches my eye first, though, is something wrapped around her ankle. I bent down to see what it was. I quickly got confused because she had a dead vine wrapped half way up her call and an equally dead rose on the end of it. 

"What the fuck"

I look back up to see the stalker doing her own thing and talking with shitty hair and a dulce face. It has to be her, no one else has this quirk. I don't know her quirk, but nobody else would've done this. Fucking wierdo. 

I start walking across the classroom to where she is sitting on top of her desk, manspreading and laughing with my extras. 

"No, I'm a serious shark or whale?" Y/n asks with the most serious face I've ever seen.

"Uhm sharks, duh"

"Why though?" 

"Sharks have cool sharp teeth and they move super fast" 

"Everyone says that, but think about this...whales are so big and fat and they dont even care, they are just fucking bosses, being slow as shit and still monchin on krill and small animals, they dont even have to fight or anything"

"I-y/n you-"

"No, imagine you could just walk around with your mouth open and food would just go in. "

"Oh my god, she is right," dunce face made a stupid look of awe at the girl. 

I wanted to snap her for fucking doing that to occhaco...but for a second I was actually distracted by how she was right about shitty whales. Fucking wierdo, though.

"Oi, stalker bitch" 

I could tell she was a creep by how fast her eyes lit up after I yelled at her. Who does she think she is? She likes it when i'm mad or something? 

"Me!? Yes sir, what do you need?" She hopped off of her desk and practically bounced over to me. 

"What the fuck was that, you shitty stalker?" I spoke darkly and pointed to where me and my fucking...girlfriend had been kissing. 

"What do you mean?" She asked, looking at me with a serious face. 

"That fuckong stunt you just pulled with the fucking flower," I hissed leaning down as I yelled at her. 

"Oh, I was jealous." She said once again completely seriously,  but she had a bright smile on her face. Why is she being so straightforward, has she never met a guy before? Half the girls in this school crush on me, obviously, but they wouldnt dare say dumb shit like that to me. 

"THE FUCK" 

"I saw you kissing your girlfriend, and it made me get this feeling like i wanted you to not do that...I mean, are you dense, never been jealous before? Or do you not know what it means..."

"I KNOW WHAT IT FUCKING MEANS, BITCH! BUT YOU DONT FUCKING KNOW ME, BACK OFF!"

"But..." she looked at the floor again, I swear if she fucking cries I will throw her. 

Her aura went 360 and for some reason I got a shitty feeling in my chest, but it was moving lower...I think. Was I horny right now? What the fuck, no. 

Her head came back up and she was smirking, I wonder if this is something she got from her mom...

Those e/c eyes met with mine holding an erotic feeling that shot down my whole body. Her face was so fucking pretty right now, for no good reason and she fully lifted to peer up at me. It was much too effective in turning me on, since I was already leaning towards her a bit in my anger.

I grosled at the feeling, and then she rose her finger to point at me, just like fucking lunch time. She pressed it to my chest making me want to hit it away, but for some reason I waited to see what she would say. 

"I only really came to see you..." she spoke in a ridiculously seductive tone but at the same time...a whisper. 

"W-"

"Shh" her finger was brought off of my chest and pressed to my lips in a huh motion. 

"Don't worry boom boom, I know I don't know you but if you would enlighten me im sure I could understand you a bit better...I only have one question..."

"SPIT IT OUT YOU SHITTY STALKER!"

as soon as i yelled her finger retracted and her face returned to an innocent smile. Why does this bitch have so many faces? She looked way to excited for her question, while I was confused as to why it felt like two seconds ago she might litteraly try to fuck me, and now she looks like a kid in a candy store. 

"Sharks or whale, bakugou? SHARKS OR WHALES!?"

oh fuck this shit...

Timeskip* one week of y/n being totally confusing but also sexy later. 

Y/n pov 

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I think I did something bad. I think I actually got them to break up. I don't wanna do that because my new friend mina explained what homewrecking was, and that isnt my goal. I just want to know if seeing his face all the time makes it less special, or if this crush is more. 

I shouldn't have gone so hard in combat training I guess..

"Whatever, its was stupid anyway"

"Yeah, uraraka, you deserve better than him, fucking dick"

The cute round-faced girl had tears bordering her eyes and was allowing everyone to comfort her in her loss. 

I felt pretty fuckibg terrible about what I had caused, I mean they were in a real relationship. If I had been dating somebody for a long time, and then some weirdo showed up and ruined it...I would hate her. 

"I cant believe he is so mean.." she clung to who I think is yaoyorozu, and cried into her chest. 

"It's not your fault, you didn't know he was all like that, it was only a week"

The creation- quilled girl spoke as she pet occhaco's hair and soothed her. Wait a fucking mintue. They only were dating for a week? The fuck?

"Hahahahahaha oh my god" I couldn't help but break out into laughter. 

This past week I came to teams with the fact that maybe her and him had something real, so I figured I'll settle for being free from hell, as opposed to trying to..I don't know. I don't even know what my plan was when I moved schools. I wanted to see him, meet him, make him angry again or something. 

However I never thought through a plan. So I suppose I would just have to enjoy the fact I can have male friends now. I started to back off, but one week, and she is crying over him burning me up a bit. What the hell?

"Y/n what the fuck!?" Ashido whispered and yelled at me. 

I turned a bit to face her, instead of the ridiculous scene in front of me. She had her brows furrowed and looked at me like I was crazy. 

"Think about it mina..they dated for one week...and she is crying because they broke up..it's like..it's like...bahahaha," i couldn't finish the thought without laughing but asido seemed to also find my humor in this situation. 

I saw how she almost laughed before catching herself and feighing seriousness. The other girls, minus occhaco and momo, had turned their attention towards us, looking wearily at our closeness. 

"Excuse me, I AM GOING TO GO TEACH Y/N SOME DECENCY" mina whispered yelled again, turning to face me with a fake angry look. I wasn't sure what was happening, because I have never been in a situation like this before. So I let out a little giggle and nodded, my face red and starting to hurt from the smile and laugh I couldn't suppress. 

Mina grabbed my arm just under my elbow, gripping it almost tight enough to hurt. She dragged me around the corner of the living room, into the hallway of yaoyorozou's house. We had all been told to rush here after school for an urgent matter.

When I first read the group texts I kinda thought it might be an orgy, so I figured I would come even though I didn't really want to. However..I showed up to this mansion to find a crying floaty-girl and a lot of food for some reason. It confused me because at my old school girls didn't really cry, or get sad, or be emotional. When they did it was usually about reason things, like a stolen diary, hair pulling during combat training, or one of the worst offences at my old school: playing pop music. 

Yeah, it's a weird thing for a ton of princesses and rich girls to care about..but I've seen girls lose eyes over playing "mad at disney '' in the dorms when we all know it is pretty much a sin.

Mina pushed me back against the wall of the hallway, and I would be aroused if now for the fact that she backed away and crouched over herself in laughter. 

"I-pfft I don't baha know why but bahahaj you are so right"

I didn't even become surprised by her action, I just laughed with her letting myself slide down the wall. 

"If you hadn't asked pfft bakugou that question, they would probably still be dating!" She was fucking wheezing and an idea came to my mind.

"Hey, ashido, you think if they made it to two weeks they could have scheduled a time to bahah hug in the halls"

"Y/n pfft, I think that's more of a ....3 three week anniversary thing"

We were both in fetal positions in momos big velvet- themed hallway laughing our asses off. We had no idea how the guys were reacting to this strange break up, but if a girl hated me for one of my key personality traits I'd be pretty set on..not dating them either. Good for you boom boom. Pftt ``y-you think someday we can -maybe um..mk-kiss in the mo-mouth"

"Omg your too much bahahaha"

3rd person pov

Meanwhile bakugou, kaminari, kirishima and sero were sitting in separate places around kaminari's room, not minding the huge fight between their friend and y/n...and occhaco for some reason earlier. 

"I don't get it, why did you hit her after she already beat you bakugou..like y/n was so cool and I get you dont like to lose but that royal quirk thing was many as shit and you ruined the vibe"

"Tch, whatever, she is just a weirdo bitch"

"You know that's not true dude...she actually pretty hot"

"SHUT THE FUCK UP DUNCE FACE, YOU WANNA ME TO TREAT YOU LIKE MINETA" 

"Jeez, just being honest. We all know you like it when girls can fight...i mean it's like the only reason you went out with uraraka anyway."

"THAT FUCKING ROUND FACE! WHO IS SHE TO CALL ME TOO FUCKING SCARY." 

"I mean, you kinda were, but she a bit overreacting, sure"

"Shut up sero, if she is scared, she is allowed to be scared. Its not manly to shame her"

"I know kiri, but like, if you are gonna date bakugou, shouldn't you be someone who doesn't cry when he is mean. Cuz like he is mean all the time."

"I guess..I kinda imagined she would try to calm him down but she kinda just made us all feel guilty, huh"

"YEAH CUZ SHE IS A WHIMPY BITCH"

"Shut up, this isn't about you bakugou"

"THE HELL IT ISN'T"

"Hey guys, don't you think it's kinda weird that we are in a like...serious conversation, but we are all on our phones not looking at each other," Sero pitched in, still not taking his eyes off of his phone screen where he was playing clash of clans. 

He was right, the four boys were in opposite corners of the room occupying themselves with different social media. 

"No" kaminari replied as he scrolled through his phone, not actually doing anything on it

"Not really" kirishima added in, as he was searching instagram, looking for y/ns account because he had developed a curiosity to what she looked like out of uniform. 

He had only got a glimpse of her casual clothing on the first day, not enough to even process, and for some reason when you trained you hadn't had a hero suit either. It seemed you would just wear a tank top and sweats during hero training in your first week. 

Unbeknownst to him, you hadn't had one to wear in the first place. Most of your planning for life revolved around being lazy and not needing to do any work. So, unlike the students here, you had not planned or sketched any type of hero suit. You were however working on a pretty simple one that just allowed you to be comfortable while you worked, but mom definitely was going to um...do something about that. 

"its fucking normal tape arms, everyone does this shit" bakugou spoke kinda quietly. He was just hoping no one would look up and come see that he had actually succeeded in getting your instagram. He was finding out... a lot of new things. For one, he definitely wasn't seeing your casual everyday attire. 

His thoughts were a mess, he figured, unlike kirishima, that he would use your first and last name. While his friend used y/n kayama, your well known mother's last name. He had first went on the Internet and found that you scared the last name of a king, and he knew that your quirk was royal from what you explained during your battle with him.

The outfit you wore on the first day had him in for it. As that style was exactly his type, his eyes lingered too long. However seeing you as a ballerina and a fucking princess gave him a weird feeling. He didn't know what it was, but he hated it. He hated you, and your pretty posture and cool style and your fucking princess shit. He even hated the irony in how he called you a princess for even getting into U.A. However, if you were truly the princess of the elementus quirk family...he was going to have bigger problems than your stupid questions in class. . . .

[killer-barnes]

Heights

Peter Parker x Shy/Scared Reader

Summary: Even though Peter’s been busy with saving the world, you’ve been feeling neglected and unwanted. He notices and decides to do something fun to cheer you up. 

Word Count: 2,453 (my longest one so far, holla)

Warnings: heights, panic attack, language, fluff, sad stuff. Let me know if I missed any. 

A/N: Alrrright guys, hopefully this turns out okay. I was thinking about making this into a series depending on how much you guys dig it. If you do, then I will post all about what I’m going to do for the series to see if you guys are interested. Sound good? As always, feedback is definitely appreciated. I never get any, so I don’t know what I’m doing wrong or right. Enjoy!

Ever since Peter told you he was the big ‘ol Spiderman, it felt like your guys’ weekly hangouts and movie nights were coming to an end. Of course you understand that he’s saving the world and stopping the bad guys, but it leaves you worried and afraid for his well being. He always seems distracted around you and it fills you with a darkness. Telling Peter would make you seem selfish, so you bury it, hoping it won’t poke its way through. 

Being the shy, reserved, person you are, you definitely had difficulty talking to Peter, especially since you’ve always had a never ending crush on him. After a while of trying to ask him if he could hang out, you stopped. It wasn’t worth the pain of going through to only be rejected once again. 

However, what you didn’t know was that Peter noticed you putting up your walls again. He didn’t want to lose you and decided he was definitely going to do something about it. Starting tonight. 

During your last period, you saw the clouds start to form with a darkness enveloping them. A lot of people hate rainy, stormy weather, but you on the other hand loved it. 

It brought a sense of calmness and peacefulness every time the clouds covered the sky. It was the perfect weather to watch a movie, or even read a book while gazing at it in all of its beauty. 

Since your last period was History and your class was watching some boring historical movie you weren’t paying attention to, you turned your gaze towards the windows placed on your left. 

I cannot wait to get home from this hell hole.

You sigh, thinking of the weekend that was coming oh, so slow. 

Too absorbed in your thoughts, the bell startles you. You pack your books haphazardly into your bag and head quickly out the door towards your locker.

As you finish up gathering all the necessary books you’ll be needing for the weekend, you hear someone call your name as your about to leave, snapping your gaze to whoever it was. 

Peter Parker.  

“H-hey, Y/N! Wait up!” He stutters, while pushing his way through the crowd of eager students. 

Your face burns like fire as his gets closer, your nerves increasing. 

When he finally reaches you, you’re too focused on steadying your breathing that you don’t hear what he said. 

“Uh, s-sorry. C-could you, uh, repeat th-hat?” 

The fuck? God, Y/N, stop embarrassing yourself in front of your cute best friend.

You think, mentally slapping your face.

Peter chuckles, sending butterflies to your stomach at that glorious sound. 

“Sure, Y/N. I just wanted to, uh, see if you were b-busy this weekend? I wanted to hang out w-with you.” He adds, stepping closer so he doesn’t get smashed by backpacks. 

Your breath hitches as he scoots over. 

Why did he want to hang out now? 

What if he’ll cancel on me again? 

What if-

Fuck, Y/N ANSWER HIM. 

Shaking those thoughts out of your head, you’re facing probably red as a cherry, you reply. 

“Oh, I-uh, s-sure, Pete. Uh, tonight?” 

“Yeah! We can even hang out at your place if y-you want. I’ll text you the plans, okay? I have to go though. I’ll see you later.” His face brightening as he heard your response.

You send a nod his way, confirming the plans as you increase the grip you held your backpack with. 

As soon as Peter steps away, you let go of a breath you didn’t know you’ve been holding and press your forehead to your locker. 

Well, this is going to be interesting…

As you walk back to your apartment, it begins to drizzle, but you don’t mind. You take your time walking home, enjoying the fresh smell the rain leaves behind. 

Heading up the stairs, since the elevator decided to break this morning, you reach your apartment. You open the door and are greeted with silence. 

Your parents usually worked late, but they would sometimes get home a little bit early as the weekend approached. You didn’t worry too much, since you’re used to practically living on your own with them gone all the time. 

Kicking off your wet shoes and flopping on the couch, you turn on the TV to see if anything good is on. After flipping through what seems like a bunch of lame ass programs, you decide on Modern Family. It gives a good laugh and you weren’t paying attention anyways, as you pull out your homework. 

God, I’m so lame… 

Doing homework on a Friday night?

Is this what it has come to, Y/N? 

Your thoughts are interrupted when you feel your phone vibrate in your pocket. Pulling it out, you see a text from the one and only, Peter Parker. 

Peter: To Y/N

Hey, so I’ll be around your place at like 8-8:30. Is that okay with you? :)

Smiling, you text Peter back.

Y/N: To Peter

Sure, Pete. That sounds great! See you then. :)

After finishing most of your homework for the weekend, you head towards your room, but not before grabbing a small snack from the kitchen. 

As you enter your room, you shed off the clothes you wore to school and changed into something more comfortable; a hoodie and warm leggings. 

Slipping the hoodie over your head, you eye your bed and decide to take a little nap so you’ll be bright eyed and ready for when Peter comes. 

As soon as your head hits the pillow, you’re out like a light. Dreaming of peaceful thoughts. 

Peter, on the other hand, didn’t have time to take a nap. As soon as school ended and he had finished talking to you, he was alerted with a robbery that was occurring in a downtown jewelry store. 

Good thing I always come prepared.

Peter thought, chuckling, as he grabs his suit from his bag. 

Swinging from one building to another, he makes it just in time as the robbers are about to leave. 

“Hey, fellas. Probably not the wisest idea to rob a jewelry store downtown, y’know? But hey, you do you.” A smug grin appearing on his face, despite being covered by his mask. 

As they robbers try to make a break for it, Peter webs two of them towards the back, pulling them both forward, which causes them to pinball straight into the other two robbers in front of them.

Passed out from the hard hit, Peter quickly ties them in webbing and places the jewelry bag safely on the counter where it couldn’t be reached by the robbers. 

Looking down at his work, proud.

Boo ya, idiots! Not in my city you don’t. 

Hearing sirens approaching, Peter swings his way out the nearest window. On his way back home to change, he was faced with a few other random needs for help. However, once he finished, he checks the time seeing that it’s almost 9 pm. 

Dammit! Y/N is gonna hate me! Ugh, I wanted to make things right again… God, Peter!

Hurriedly, Peter swings towards Y/N’s apartment. Forgetting about changing, he softly knocks on your window, seeing your sleeping form sprawled on your bed. 

Hearing light taps on your window, you bolt awake, checking the time. 

5 past 9.

You sigh, turning your gaze to the noise coming from the window. Since it was dark out, you couldn’t see who was outside, but you had a pretty good idea. 

Walking towards the window, you see Peter in his Spiderman suit, giving you an apologetic smile. 

Chuckling while rolling your eyes, you open the window, a slight breeze hitting your warm, sleepy cheeks. Peter barely makes his way in before profusely apologizing. 

“Y/N, I’m so sorry. I-I didn’t think it would take me long. Ugh, I-I’m sorry.” He stutters, guiltily looking towards your direction then towards the floor that seemed easier to look at. 

Taking a breath and wiping your tired eyes you huff, “it’s fine, Peter. Technically I’m late too since you woke me up, hmm?” 

Chuckling, Peter makes his way to you, enveloping you into a hug and drowning in your scent. 

Taken by surprise, you flinch, but slowly relax to his touch. It’s been a while since you’ve received a hug from him, let alone anyone. 

As he backs away, you already miss the warmth that radiated off of him. He takes a seat on your bed, patting the spot next to him for you to join. 

Sitting down and turning to face his direction, you see him smile. 

Diverting your gaze, you ask, “so, uh, what’s the plan for tonight? I-uh, we could just watch movies if you want, uh or we cou-” 

“Actually, I have a surprise planned, if you’re okay with that? I-uh, w-we don’t have to, I just wanted to do something for you.” He interrupted you, while nervously rubbing the back of his neck. 

“No, no it’s okay, Peter. I’d love to do what you have planned.” You inquire, smiling ear to ear on what he’s planning on doing for you. 

“Okay, follow me.” Peter replies, as he makes his way out the window he came in through. 

Oh boy…

Peter helps you out the window, grabbing your hand softly. 

“Now I want you to close your eyes, okay? Don’t open them until I say so.” Peter advised, a smile spreading across his adorable features. 

You nod your head yes, nervously moving to get a better foot placement on your apartment roof. Closing your eyes, you feel Peter move your arms around his neck, while his arms swiftly wrap around your waist puling you into his chest. 

My god, you were glad your eyes were closed. Your face is probably redder than it has ever been. Hopefully Peter doesn’t notice…

“Alright, Y/N. Hold on!” Peter exclaims.

“Wait, wha-FUCK!” You shriek as you open your eyes at the feeling of Peter jumping. 

Holy. Fuck. 

HOLY. FUCK. 

No, no, no, no…

I thought Peter knew? 

I thought I told him my fear of heights?

Shit! 

Your heart is racing a million miles a second and you can barely catch your breath, causing it to come out ragged and uneven. 

You couldn’t do this to Peter. He was so fucking excited! The smile on his face, ugh. It would tear him apart. 

I’m so weak. 

From your ragged breathing, pounding heart, and intense clutching of his suit, Peter sensed that something was wrong, especially when he didn’t hear any sort of excited scream or yelp as he took off.  

Looking back towards you, he saw your eyes tightly closed and felt a death grip that would probably leave a bruise on his shoulder. 

“Y/N, are you okay?” Peter’s voice louder than he expected. 

His loud voice startled you and caused whimpers to fall from your trembling lips. Your hands clutching harder than before to his suit as tears start to trail down your cheeks. 

“No, no, no..” Your voice slowly being covered by harsh breathing. 

Seeing you in this state, Peter decides to land on the nearest roof, knowing that being in the air wouldn’t be good for your current state. 

As he finds an abandoned roof a few miles from where they left, he tries to pry you off of him to get a better look, but you won’t let go. The grip piercing his suit. Your knuckles white as paper. 

Your breathing doesn’t die down and your whimpers increase. 

Barely breathing out, you whimper, “h-h-heights, I-” burying your head into Peter’s chest, trying to focus on something else. 

Shit. 

Peter was so caught up in the moment and wanted to have a nice surprise for you, but your fear of heights totally slipped his mind. 

You idiot! 

“F-fuck, oh shit! Y/N, I-I’m so, so sorry.” He cried, wrapping his arms securely around your middle, lifting you to sit comfortably in his lap. 

After hearing Peter’s constant whispers of apologies, your breathing finally started to calm down. All that was left was the shaking and sniffles. 

Peter lifted his head to get a better look at you, only to see your eyes closed and your grip loosely hanging on his suit, slipping ever so slowly. 

God, he felt like absolute shit. Peter cannot believe he forgot something like that! Out of everything, it HAD to be that? He’s been so caught up being Spiderman that he wasn’t able to pay much attention to you. He thought this could bring you two back to what you guys were like before. But he ruined it, at least in his eyes. 

Your stirring interrupted his thoughts, your grip ever so slightly increasing as you woke up. As you lift your head up towards Peter, he is faced with a puffy, red eyed Y/N. 

His heart breaks at the sight of you, knowing that this was his fault. His brings his hand up to your face to gently wipe away any stray tears. 

This action causes you to lean into his palm, while closing your eyes and letting out a shaky breath. 

“I-I’m sor-ry P-Pete. This i-is all my f-fault.” You mumbled, as new tears brim your eyes once again. 

Peter snapped his focus to you, stiffening. 

How could you think that? 

“Y/N, no, no. This is all my fault! If I wasn’t so preoccupied with this whole “spidey saving the world” thing, then I would’ve been paying more attention to you and been an actual friend. I can’t believe I forgot. I feel like shit. God, I’m such a terrible friend. I just love you so much and I hate seeing you hurt and I wanted to do something to show you how much I lo-”

“Y-You love m-me?” You stammer, interrupting Peter’s rambling and looking at him with wide eyes. 

Peter’s face turned a dark shade of red as he adverted his eyes anywhere, but towards yours. 

“I-uh, I-fuck… I shouldn’t of said that. I’ve ruined the night and I was planning on telling you, but-t this happened and I-” 

He was abruptly shut up by you pressing your lips to his, leaving him shocked and unresponsive for a few seconds until he devoured into the kiss. 

After a few more seconds of smooching faces, you pull back to get some air and lean your forehead against his, both equally breathless. 

Closing your eyes, you smile and give Peter an Eskimo kiss. 

“You’ve always been my everything, Pete. I love you, too.” 

He smiled so bright, it could light up the whole city. Pulling you even closer, he ended the night with a gentle and loving kiss to your lips. 

Maybe this night wasn’t as bad after all…

[whatever-fandom-may-be]

Spider-Man: Homecoming

Peter Parker X reader

Prompt: Reader is asked to Homecoming by the schools most popular boy as a joke, Peter tries to warn her that something is wrong but she dismisses him and goes anyway only for him to publicly humiliate her. Peter jumps to her defense and comforts the reader.

1728 words

Not my best work because i’ve been on break so long but it’s a start!

                  “I don’t know, Y/N. Something doesn’t feel right about all of this.” Peter comments quietly while you stare excitedly at the flower Jake had given you. At Peter’s declaration of his discomfort for the whole situation you spin around and glare at him. “What are you trying to say, Parker? That I’m not good enough to be asked out by someone so popular, and good looking? Are you trying to say I’m ugly, or that I’m too much of a nerd?” you snap at Peter’s surprised face. He held his hands up in defense “What-What? No! I would-” you throw your hands up in front of his face to stop him from finishing his sentence “ You only think it’s a bad idea because no one wants to go with you and you just want to bring me down with you. Well news flash Parker, I’m not as socially pathetic as you,” you spit at him. The truth is you were as socially challenged as Peter. You stuttered and couldn’t hold eye contact with someone new for more than three seconds, but that’d never been a problem with Peter. The two of you connected as soon as you stumbled into him on your first day of school in seventh grade. You’d just moved to New York from a small town in Ohio and had no idea how to navigate the big city, nor had you the slightest clue on how to befriend the sometimes brash students at your new Middle School. You’d been alone all day when you smashed into Peter knocking his books out of his hands and you down on your bottom. Peter had graciously apologized while scrambling to pull you off the ground when he’d slipped on some papers that had fallen out of his books and landed right next to you on his face. You both couldn’t help but to burst out laughing at both of your combined clumsiness. Through your giggles you managed to get an “I’m Y/N.” out and he’d smiled and told you in turn that he was “Peter Parker,” and well, the rest was history. After that day you and Peter spent every hour you could with each other often sneaking over to the others apartment for “secret” sleepovers even though you were pretty sure Aunt May knew that’d you were staying over because you often came back to find clothes you left there washed and folded and you knew that Peter didn’t do his own laundry, you don’t even think he knows how to turn on the washer. Nothing changed as you got older, if anything you two grew closer and when he became Spider-Man you were the first person he told, mostly because he didn’t want you to think he was ditching you all the time for no reason because he didn’t want to lose you. When High school started you grew especially closer because of the amount of anxiety it gave you.

This was your first Homecoming dance at the High School and you and Peter planned on ditching it in favor of a movie marathon at Stark Tower with Mister. Starks giant projector. But that all changed when after school Jake Miles had walked up to you and asked you to Homecoming with your favorite flower in hand and his dazzling smile gracing his face. You crushed on him a few years before he became Mister Popular, and after that you only noticed him in passing and you never thought he ever noticed you. Even though your crush was long gone you still accepted because what girl doesn’t want to be swept off her feet by the most popular guy in school? Besides, no one else had asked you, not even Peter. You had been crushing on him for about a year and you really hoped he would finally express the same feelings and ask you to Homecoming. When he opted for the movie night instead you were a bit disappointed but happily agreed figuring no one else would ask you. You thought that Pete would be happy for you, scoring a date but the way he was acting was infuriating. Staring at Peter’s crumbled expression had you feeling guilty but you shook it off telling yourself that he deserved it for even insinuating that you weren’t good enough for a popular guy, even though that’s not what he was trying to say at all, deep down you felt like it was odd Jake had asked you, too. It was strange that he hadn’t even talked to you before now but was asking you to homecoming even though there were plenty of popular, blonde bimbos that were more his type waiting for him to ask them but you didn’t want to admit that to yourself or Peter.

Peter felt like his heart had been crushed in his chest. He never expected such hateful words to come out of your mouth, particularly because they were aimed at him. He was just trying to look out for you since he had heard in the locker rooms that Jake was planning to ask out some girl only to humiliate her because “nerds need to know their place”. He hadn’t known they were talking about Y/N or he would have ended them right there, or they would have gotten a nice, private chat from Spider-Man. He didn’t want to tell her outright because it would crush her but he also didn’t want to see her get hurt. “You know what, Peter? I think you should leave. I’ll call Bella to finish dress shopping with me,” you said, your voice snapping Peter out of his thoughts. You spun around and walked into Julia’s, leaving Peter standing on the side walk alone.

You and Peter avoided each other for the rest of the week, even go to the extent to skip classes just to avoid talking or even being near each other. The night of Homecoming Jake said he’d meet you at your school which was a little unusual but you shrugged it off anyways deciding to carpool with Bella. When you arrived at the school you looked around outside for Jake and when you didn’t see him you texted him asking where he was. In seconds he responded saying he was on the dance floor towards the middle and to come meet him there. So you sucked up your anxiety and walked into the cafeteria where the dance floor was set up. You had to push and shove to get to the middle where you spotted Jake. As soon as you made it to him you smiled and greeted him and his friends, but he didn’t greet you back, instead, he stared at you and threw one hand up in the air and all of a sudden all the lights turned on and the music shut off. Confused you looked around before focusing on Jake again “What’s going o-on?” you asked meekly. “W-what’s g-g-going on?” he answered mocking your stutter “What’s going on is that a loser like you thought she could go out with me. You think I didn’t catch those longing looks you would give me? You’re pathetic. But of course we all knew that, didn’t we? Poor little Y/N, who has only two friends and sounds like a broken record every fucking time she talks! What we didn’t know was how stupid you are! You really though someone as popular as me would go out with an ugly loser like you?–” “That’s enough!” Some interrupts Jakes unbearable rant giving you enough time to run off in tears sobbing your heart out. Peter watches you run out after he stops jake’s nasty rant but before turning to go after you he sends his fist flying into Jake’s nose knocking him out cold. 

You sit bawling into your hands outside on the curb when you hear someone calling your name. You stay still willing whoever it is to leave you to wallow in your self-pity. “Y/N! Oh my god! Are you o- never mind, dumb question. Here let’s go back to my place.” You recognize the voice as Peter Parker which only makes you cry harder as he picks you up and starts to carry you but to his apartment.

         The whole way there you cry while Peter whispers soothing words of encouragement into your ear, slowly but surely calming you until you arrive to his apartment. “Aunt May isn’t home, late night hospital duty. You wanna change into my sweats? That dress can’t be comfortable. N-not to say is isn’t beautiful—that it’s not beautiful on you! You look stunning I just figured that—” you cut him off by giggling and pressing a soft kiss to his cheek. Peter’s cheeks turn an endearing, embarrassing red at your kiss and he rubs the back of his neck awkwardly “S-orry I was rambling, huh?” you nod at him and take his sweats from him turning and closing him out of his bedroom before changing.

When you emerge he’s sitting on the couch turning on your favorite movie and setting up a nest of blankets. When he notices you watching him he straightens up before clearing his throat saying “Well, since your first plan didn’t go through, I thought we could still have our movie night.” You jump into the net before curling up giving him a small smile “Yeah, sounds good to me.” You assure him. Before he presses play you grab his arm “Hey Peter? Why were you even there? N-Not that I don’t appreciate you coming to my rescue but I figured you’d go to the Avengers Tower and hang out with them.” You question softly, you don’t expect his response. “Well, I couldn’t let that dick hurt my girl, could I?” he replies softly while staring at his shoes. You look up at him wide eyed and inquisitive “Your girl?” he blanches at the inquiry in your voice but nods anyways before all but shouting “Only if you w-want to be that I-Is!” his head snapping up to look at you. You giggle, which relaxes him, before reaching a hand out to him.

“Peter Parker, I thought you would never ask.”

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[tako-kola]

Nova’s Secret Admirer Part 1

((Valentine's Day is right around the corner in 2 days. In this story, Nova recieved a letter from a secret admirer. He wondered, who sent him that letter?))

Nova, Hachi, Aki, Mel, Leif, Hunni and Luna belongs to me.

Eimie belongs to @eiden-squid.

Neo Squid Sisters: Camille and Nebula belongs to @inklingleesquidly | @agenttwo and @myzzy

Telemachus (mentioned) @agent-7-at-your-service

Nova went back to his homeroom, after he was called in the principle's office. He wasn't in trouble. His teacher asked him to run a small errand with the principle. He printed out flyers for the Valentine's Day dance for next week. Unfortunately for Nova, he doesn't even have a date to go to.

As he opened the door and reported to his teacher, he seems to notice a pink letter at his own desk. Nova was wonderering, who sent that letter? The rest of the classmates were just finishing their school work. Including Hachi and Leif. Hachi was sitting by the window, where Nova is. And his cousin, Leif was sitting in the middle.

He took his seat and resumed his work until the bell rang. He put the letter away in his bag. He'll read it, later after school.

The school bell rang and everyone in Seaside Hill High were going home or attending their school clubs. As for Nova, he doesn't do any clubs.

"It smells like sweet nectar.." Nova took a whiff at the scent. Could be some kind of expensive perfume. He was going to open the letter, until he felt a tap on his shoulder.

"Hey, cousin! Whatcha got there?" Leif appeared, right behind him. They were looking over his shoulder to see a pink letter. "Didn't mean to surprise ya. You've been staring at that letter after we were done with class." They wrapped an arm around Nova.

Nova turned his head to Leif and smiled. "Oh, sorry! It laying there, before I came back to class. I was gonna open it, until you showed up" He stared at his letter for a second.

They were eager to know, what's in the envelope. "Well, don't just stand there! Open it!" They said. Leif is one of the squids, who likes surprises.

Nova opened the envelope, to reveal a note. He started to read it, out loud to Leif.

"I heard that you don't have a date to the Valentine's Day dance, next week. Meet me at the entrance of the gym, if you want to come to the dance. I really adore you in turf battles. I love the way, you draw your hearts with your Inkbrush. I'll see you, next week. OXOXO from your secret admirer." After he read the letter, he blushed. Someone admired him.

"Ohhhhh~ Looks like someone has a crush on yoooouuu~" They nudged on Nova. "Well, it's your chance to go to the dance. At least, it's from Grandma Cheryl."

Nova had flashbacks when his grandmother, Cheryl was his secret admirer. He was VERY embarrassed, in front of his sister and cousin. Including his childhood friend, Camille. "That was like 6 years ago.. I thought, it was Camille who sent that letter.." He sighed. "Well.. I guess, I'll go.. My first guess was Camille, buuut I doubt it. I've been friendzoned, pretty hard. I believe she's with some guy named, Tele.. Telemachus?" He's seen him, a couple of times at the Square. "Anyway, my chances of asking Camille out was out of the question." He shrugged. There's plenty of fish in the sea.

"If it's not Camille or Grandma, then who sent the letter?" Leif puzzled.

"I really don't know yet, Leif. That's for me to find out, when I arrive. But for now, me and my team are going to practice for Ranked, this weekend." Nova puts away the letter in the envelope and hid it in his bag for safe keeping.

"Well, good luck on that! I got a club to attend to at the greenhouse! These plants can't water themselves." And with that, they waved goodbye to Nova and left him.

Meanwhile, Hachi was watching from the background. Along side her was Nova's twin sister, Luna. "You think, it's a good idea to send that letter..?" Hachi whispered to Luna. She was blushing, slightly while she kept twiddling her fingers.

Luna nodded. "You're the one who asked for advice about asking my brother out to the dance. He'll be finding out, soon enough." She placed a hand on Hachi's shoulder with a smile. Luna remembered when Hachi visted her in the middle of band practice for the dance.

"Well.. I don't want Nova to be lonely on Valentine's Day, y'know?" She looked at Nova. She's never felt like this, before. At first, Hachi mostly teases Nova and always beat him in any game. Including Turf Wars, she claims to be fresher than her. When Nova participated at the Olympics with Camille, she was rooting for Nova on TV. Just a little bit. Even her mother, Hunni was surprised about it. Once Nova returned home with a slight bruise on the back of his neck, she felt cornered for Nova.

"Make sure you keep this a secret from Nova. It wouldn't that surprising, if you told him right away." Luna flipped her wavey tentacle hair, as she parted way with Hachi. She turned to look at Hachi, one last time. "If you need any help on keeping it a secret from Nova, text me. We've got 4 days until the dance." She said, before catching up to her twin brother.

Hachi stood there, thinking about the letter, she wrote. It's only a matter of time to keep Nova guessing, who sent the letter. She checked the time on her phone. Her daily track practice routine starts in 30 minutes. "I better get going, before the coach will have me do 20 laps on the track." She sighed.

One day later..

The Galaxa Gems: Nova, Hachi, Mel, and Aki were planning strategies at an outdoor table in Inkopolis Square. Nova has formed his own squad, 2 weeks ago, making him captain and Hachi as co-captain. The inktoling, Aki Takoshi joined his squad after serving him some spicy curry to satisify Nova's hunger. The inkling with the yellow tinted shades is Mel Larimar. Mel and Hachi have been good friends, since Hunni and the former Kriller Bees's get-together party. Mel's also part-vampire squid, due to his mother's genes. He sometimes, drinks blood to keep him from going berserk.

While they were discussing strats for Turf Wars and Ranked Battles, they all heard a jingle from the Inkopolis News channel. Neo Squid Sisters, Camille and Nebula were on air and ready to reveal today's stages.

"Hold onto your tentacles!" Camille was the first to read the teleprompter. Nova used to have a crush on her, ever since childhood. But he's been friendzoned, very harshly. Reminds him of his dad, Fynn crushing on Marie when he was 18.

"It's Inkopolis News Time." Nebula finished the introduction. Always the sassy attitude, just like her mother. The rest of inklings kept silent as they all watched the news.

They revealed the next rotation of stages. Not to mention the hilarious comments about the two stages. And before they were about to end today's news, a grin appeared on Camille's face. They must be up to something.

"Valentine's Day is right around the corner. Right, Nebby~?" She looked over to her cousin. That was when Hachi gulped. She doesn't want Nova to find out.

Nebula nodded. "Mmmmhm! It's the time of year for squids to give gifts for a special someone. Or go out on a nice and romantic dinner." She added. "Unless, you're a dateless sap who stays at home and eat ice cream.." Nebula has witnessed it, herself before. Just watching a sad romance movie and eat cookie dough ice cream.

"Okay, that's all for now! And I hope everyone, have a Happy Valentine's Day. Annnndd.." Camille and Nebula did the traditional Squid Sisters pose, passed down by Callie and Marie.

"Staaay Freeeeesh~" The Neo Squid Sisters ended the news with a slogan. And finally, the main screen switched to the turf war brand commercials.

Hachi looked at Nova. She blushed, slightly as Nova was focusing back on the plan. He seems to be zoning out about the letter from his secret admirer.

"Sooooo, any of you are going to the dance?" Aki asked the rest of the squad. "I heard, it's gonna be awesome!" She squee'd happily.

"Actually, I received a letter after I ran an errand. It's from a secret admirer." Nova pulled out the letter. "It smells kinda sweet." He added.

Hachi giggled, nervously. "T-That's great..! I-I wonder, who wrote that letter..?" She looked over the letter.

"I really don't know, Hachi.. But I must meet the admirer at the dance!" He sounded eager to meet this mysterious squid.

Aki's eyes began to sparkle. This is the same expression as his cousin, Leif. She has interest in romance manga and anime. On most days after working at her dad's restaurant, she writes romantic fanfics. "Ooooo~ Whoever this person is, she must be lucky to ask him out~" Aki giggled.

Hachi stayed silent, while Nova and Aki were chatting about the Valentine dance. Her face was a light shade of green. She couldn't tell him, that it was her. Before she could try to text Luna about the situation, Mel tapped her on the shoulder.

"Is something the matter? You're pretty much blushing." Mel pointed that out, the moment Hachi was in the train with him.

"W-What do you mean? I-I'm fine..!" She would lie to him, but Mel is a trustworthy friend. She leaned in, not letting Nova or Aki hear their own conversation.

"Hachi.. You can tell me.. If there's something troubling you, please tell your friends." Mel whispered.

Hachi sighed and whispered into Mel's ear. "It was me.." She admitted. "It was me who sent the letter... I have a crush on our leader.. Ever since after Nova came home after the Olympics.. I've rooted him on.." She was twiddling her fingers. Her blush increased when she told him the truth.

"No wonder, you were shouting at the TV screen.." He rubbed his chin with a finger and thumb.

Hachi stared, directly into Mel's eyes. Well.. into Mel's tinted shades. "Please.. Don't tell Nova.. I wanna make this a surprise for him." She pleaded.

Mel thought about it for a while. Breaking a friend's promise is the last thing, he could ever do. He turned his gaze on Nova and Aki. Nova was now, talking about his sister's performance on stage for Tuesday night.

Mel paid attention to Hachi and smiled, a bit. "Don't worry. I won't tell."

Hachi could squeal out of pure joy, but a simple hug would do. "Thank you, Mel..! I owe you one..!" She grinned, happily. The hug went on for a few seconds, until she lets go. Her gaze was fixated on Nova and Aki. "Hey, guys! Are we gonna chat all day? Or are we gonna go play?" She asked, tapping her feet in an impatient way.

That brought her attention and Nova smiled at her. "Oh, right! We've been sitting here for at least 30 mintues." Nova got up from his seat. "Alright, team! Let's rock n' roll!!" He pumps his fist into the air, triumphantly.

The rest of the Galaxa Gems cheered, as well. Today's stages were pretty decent in Ranked Battles. First they need to warm up in Private, and then head into a lobby.

After the Galaxa Gems played 3 or 4 matches in Ranked, Nova left the square because his mom asked his son to pick a nice suit for the dance. He waved, goodbye to his team and got on the bus. Once he arrived at home, he used the key to unlock the door.

He was soon greeted by his mom, Eimie Marchant Sparks. "Welcome home, champ! Did you enjoy your matches, today?" Eimie said. She was preparing dinner before Fynn comes home from work.

"Hey, Mama! I sure did! It was a rocky start, but we pulled it off!" He scratched the back of his head and chuckled. "Soooo.. You called me about picking out a suit for me?" He asked.

Eimie nodded. "Yeah! Your father has some nice suits, when he was your age. I'm sure, it'll fit. Come with me." Eimie escorted her son to Fynn's closet in the bedroom. She picked out, a decent suit for Nova. It was a white suit with a pink necktime on it.

"He wore this at the prom, before I met him. I thought, that you would look great in a white suit." She handed the suit over to Nova. "Give it a try!"

"Kay, gimmie a sec." He took the suit and walked into the master bathroom. After 5 minutes of putting on the suit, he was done. "Uh, how do I look?" He said, stepping out the bathroom. It was indeed, a perfect fit.

Eimie gasped and squealed in joy. "You look handsome!!" It brings a tear to her eye. She's proud of her Nova, that he's going to the Valentine dance with a secret admirer. "I'm sure, your special lady would be head over heels, in love!"

Nova blushed, slightly at the comment. "Geez, Mama!" He said, chuckling.

Meanwhile at Hachi's apartment, Hachi was backing some cookies for Nova. With the help of her parents: Hunni and Mako, she's getting the hang of baking sweets.

"They should be done, by now.." Hachi looked at the cooking timer. Only 3 minute left until the cookies are fully baked to perfection. Suddenly, Hunni walked in the kitchen. Her mom can smell the sweet scent of sugary goodness, coming from the oven.

"Wow, those smell really good!" Hunni has a weakspot when it comes to baked goods. Her husband cooks on most occasions and her daughter was happy to help out. "So, tell me somethin'. Are you baking them for yourself or for that Nova kid?" She smirked.

Hachi stared at her mom, blushing. "Th-they're for Nova.. I'm going to give him some cookies, when he finds out." She sighed, deeply. "Mom? What's it like, when someone confesses to you? I mean, how did you meet Daddy?" She kept, twiddling her fingers.

Hunni raised her eyebrows. This was the first time, her daughter asked about asking someone out or dating. Nevertheless, she's happy to oblige. " Your father and I, bumped into each in Inkopolis Plaza. As usual, I was pretty angry at him for calling me short. We played a match in Splat Zones, until he apologized. After that, we've been battling alot in Turf Wars. That was until that moment in Flounder Heights." As soon as she said that, she was blushed. "We kissed under the grate and we started dating~!" She even embarrassed, herself. "You should've seen the look on your dad's face! He's so cute, when he's flustered!" She giggled some more, until she kept a smile on her face.

"Hachi, sweetie. There's nothing to be worried about. You go out there and have a good time with Nova. And someday, you'll have a family of your own." She gave Hachi, a big bear hug until she went back in the room.

"Thanks, Mom. Guess, there's no need to worry.." She smiled, slightly. Maybe, she'll be able to have the courage to kiss Nova.

DING~♪

Hachi heard the cooking timer, going off. It was already 3 minutes until the cookies are golden brown and more edible. "Oh! The cookies are done!" She said, before turning off the oven's heat.

End of Part 1

[skankovichmarauder]

Chapter 3

Sirius knew his way around the castle better than even the most seasoned Head Boy or Girl. Impressed, I could barely feel anything over the adrenaline coursing thru my nervous system. Not only had I ditched out of a detention, but I was finally alone with the first boy who had peaked my interests; the only thing before him that arouse any sort of fanciful emotion were the books I read during summer break. We twisted and turned around the corridors until, finally, we found the statue of a hunch backed witch. “What I’m about to show you is gonna change you entire perspective on me,” he whispered. “For the better?” I asked. “I hope,” he smiled then tapped the witch, muttered a spell, and the hunch back slid off. Ushering me inside, I paused momentarily. “Do you out trust me?” He offered me his hand. Nodding, I gripped it and plunged into to the all encompassing darkness. The fall felt like it lasted an eternity, only because the pitch black was disorienting. I landed with an audible thud, then heard Sirius plop next to me shortly after. “Still gotta get used to that,” his voice rang out somewhere near me. “Lumos!” I pointed my wand directly in front of me. Dank and cool, we had landed in a dungeon esque setting. “Where are we?” I shone the light around us. “Beneath the school,” Sirius said beside me. “Follow me,” his arm brushed mine as he passed. We walked the length of the tunnel for a good while. The ground was slick and I had to be careful not to lose my footing. Another eternity passed and suddenly the ground changed; the wall lowered and the floor rose and we had damn near started to crawl. Finally, Sirius held out his hand for me to stop. I obliged. He had pulled out his own wand and shone his own light upon what appeared to be a cellar door. “Ready for this?” He could barely contain the excitement from his voice. The intensity of the moment threatened to overwhelm me. The adrenaline that had fueled me was causing my chest to hurt. Unable to speak, I nodded my head, ready as I’d ever be. Sirius threw open the door and whispered “Knox,” to his wand. Following suit, I extinguished my own. Thru the door was a cellar, across the cellar, a set of steps. Walking up them, we entered a store Mandy and I frequented during our trips to Hogsmeade: Honeydukes. Amazed, I walked the aisles like a child in a utopia. Unable to speak, I touched my fingertips along the plastic wrappings of the sweets. Sirius watched me, a smug look on his face. “Something else, huh?” Still in shock, I turned and nodded fervently. “Taken whatever you’d like!” He motioned his hand across the colorful spread of treats. Abiding, I grabbed chocolate frogs and fizzing whiz bees. Sirius grabbed his own and led me to the back of the counter, where we sat together, our backs to the drawers, knees touching, the pile of stolen sweets in a pile between us. “Tell me something,” I started, opening the chocolate frog and turning the card that came with it between my fingers. “What’s that?” Sirius responded thru a mouthful of pumpkin pasties. “How did you know about that path?” I popped half of the frog into my mouth. Swallowing, Sirius paused before giving me a look of appraisal. Whatever it was he was trying to determine, he did so in a matter of seconds. Apparently I passed whatever psychic test he put me under cause he went on to answer my question. “My mates and I like to explore.” They way he said he made it out to be no big deal, so I reacted as such. “So, like, it’s your thing?” I said jokingly, hoping to come off as non chalantly as he did. Side eyeing me, the beginnings of a smirk formed on his face. “You could say,” he tossed a pastie onto the air and caught it with his mouth. “We’re working on a map,” he finished after he gulped down his candy. “What kind of map?” I asked, genuinely fascinated. With an 'I thought you'd never ask' look, he swallowed what was in his mouth again, the told me, "it's a map of Hogwarts and the grounds. It's just an idea but I've learned this charm that allows you to keep track of whoever is in any given area at any time," he polled a scroll of parchment out of his pocket. At a glance, I saw three sentences scribbled at the top; it was our detention assignment. Sirius flipped the paper over, tapped his wand and muttered a spell under his breath. "Voila," he handed me the paper. On the parchment, two figures blossomed. Side by side. Squares formed across the sheet and I realized they took on the form of Honeydukes. Beneath the dots, in a writing style as close to calligraphy as one could get without actually being calligraphy, we're our names: Sirius Black and Harlow Cage. "Cage," Sirius noted. "That's different." Embarrassed, I told the story I'd been told since birth, "my mom didn't know who my dad was. So she made a last name up. " I looked away from him, putting my focus on the mountain of candy before us instead. Swallowing, I couldn't get rid of the lump thay had formed in my throat. Changing the subject, Sirius asked, "You know the Milkoviches from outside of here?" Seizing the topic, I nodded, adding, " the Gallaghers, too." Shaking my head of it all, I went back to his map, "but you do realize, this is fucking genuis, right?" Smiling, Sirius allowed my to examine it thoroughly. A spell of this caliber was far beyond the stuff they were teaching us in fifth year. "Ever think they should've pit you in Ravenclaw?" I joked. "It took all I had convincing it not to put me in Slytherin with the rest of my family," Sirius tossed his hair outta his eyes. His tone got sour. "Mandy told me she was there with Regulus," I glanced over at him. "If grew up with her. We were shocked when the hat separated us. But then again, it split up the Gallaghers, too: Fiona went to Gryffindor, Lip to Ravenclaw, Ian to Gryffindor... Mandy's dad nearly had a shit fit when Mickey got sent to Gryffindor. " I chuckled humorlessly, remembering the summer when Mickey basically lived at my house for fear of his dad killing him. Terry Milkovich had a hard enough time admitting he had produced a witch and two wizards when he himself was a Squib. "You make America sound so..." Sirius searched for the right word. "Dysfunctional?" I helped. Letting it roll around, Sirius decided that that w a small in fact the impression I gave off. "Yeah," he confirmed. "Definitely.." Seizing the opportunity, I asked him to tell me about himself. "What do you wanna know?" "Anything. Everything." "You sure?" "Never been more sure of anything in my life." This made Sirius laugh. "Alright," he started, "Well, I, too, come from a family of prats. Pure blood garbage, Slytherin House pride, the whole lot. Obviously, I disagree with everything they stand for." He tossed another pastie into the air. Swatting at it, I interfered with his catch. "So, what am I? Some type of rebelling for you?" I joked, popping the pastie into my own mouth. "What makes you say that?" he chuckled. A little surprised, I told him, "I'm No-Maj born.." Sirius looked confused. "Pardon?" He tilted his head toward me, as of to hear me better. "Shit, that's right!" After 5 years of attending a British boarding school hadn't helped to rid me of my American vernacular. "Muggle born," I amended. Sirius paused, looked at me, then asked, "You're muggle born? Fascinating.." he looked into the air as tho ruminating it over in his mind. "Is that ... bad?" Sirius shook his head no. "Not at all. In fact, it's kind of a turn on." His knee suddenly burned hot on mine. He placed his hand where they met. "That's the good thing about you Yanks," he leaned toward me, his breathe caressing my cheek. "Nobody here knows anything about your lineage because nobody here understands what in the bloody hell you're saying," his lips again brushed my cheek; this time, I was ready. I turned my head so that his lips met my own. And that, ladies and gentlemen, is how I got my first kiss.