#yeah lemme just make everything go dark while i swoop in in the form of black dust real quick

[silverraes]

charmander really out here reaching movie villain levels of dramatic

[metalbuckaroo]

💋Soldat107💋

🍒 SUMMARY// At 3am, every Sunday, Bucky locks his bedroom door to watch his favorite camgirl. What's to happen when he finds out he's much closer to her than leaving generous tips on her videos?

💋 WARNINGS// m masturbation, implied f masturbation, cursing, mentions of alcohol, lil bit of fluff

🍒 AU// Roommate!Bucky x Camgirl!Reader

💋 NOTE// This is tame compared to what's coming next. Requests and asks are always open, 18+ ONLY Minors DNI

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"C'mon, big boy! Nat is gonna be here soon." You called down the hall, Bucky walking out of his bedroom as he pulled his shirt on. "I'm coming, calm down." He sighed. "Well, don't you look handsome." You smiled, smoothing your hands over his shoulders, feeling the muscles tense a little under your touch. "Oh, stop flirting."

"Nevermind, you look horrible." You teased, Bucky rolling his eyes at you as he got in the fridge for a water. "If I was to set you up with one of my friends- would you go?"

"Nope."

Though a small wave of relief washed over him, he couldn't stop himself from asking- "why not?"

"I have plenty of fun- by myself." You winked, a low chuckle pulling from Bucky's chest as he took a quick drink from the bottle. "Well, any guy who gets to date you is lucky, dollface."

You jutted your bottom lip out, reaching your hands out to hold his jaw. "Awe, Bucky. So sweet, gimme some sugar." You giggled, planting a kiss on his stubbled cheek.

Bucky looked at the tinted gloss painted on your lips and groaned. "Oh, c'mon, get it off. Sam teases me enough." He frowned. "Ok, ok. Lemme see." You laughed, pulling him down closer by the back of his neck.

"Hey!" He whined when you left another one on the opposite cheek. "Now, you match. Want some more?" You teased, Bucky trying to wiggle away as you wrapped your arms around his sturdy waist. "No, no more sugar."

"Oh, all of the sugar. C'mere, big boy." You giggled, making kissy noises at him as his face went beet red, laughter bubbling from his chest. "Stop! We gotta- we gotta go."

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Bucky tried to keep his eyes from staring a hole into you the entire time you were at the club not far from the apartment. Occasionally glancing over Steve's shoulder to where you were enjoying yourself with Natasha, the hem of your dress lifting every so often to give a peek at the lacy underwear underneath.

"You listenin', Buck?" The blonde chuckled, snapping his fingers in front of Bucky to get his attention again. "Hmm? Yeah, I heard ya'." Bucky lied.

"Obviously not. You're staring so hard that it's getting creepy." Steve teased. "Is that drool?" Sam quipped, making Bucky mock laughter and roll his eyes as he lifted the glass bottle to his lips.

He had been waiting for a half an hour for a reason to ditch, seeing you shaking your head at a man who just stepped closer when Natasha walked away was the perfect reason.

"There goes Bucky, swooping in to save the day." He shot a look to Sam over his shoulder, snaking his arms around your waist and leaning to nuzzle his face in the crook of your neck.

Your face heated up at the sudden action, but the look on the strangers face as he backed away made you give a soft smile and place your hands on the metal forearm that was around your waist.

"Ready to leave? I'm bored." He muttered as he pulled you away from the crowd and the lingering man, facial hair scratching at your skin as he talked. "My hero." You laughed, pulling out of his grip and waving to the group of friends who sat at the bar.

"Unspoken rule number three, it is my job as your roommate to save you from unwanted situations." Bucky smiled, pushing open the door to hold it for you. "What a gentleman."

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3am hit while Bucky was scrolling his phone. The weekly notification dropping down at the top of his screen.

This time, there were two new videos; Bucky's eyes going wide when he saw the title on the second one.

For the best tipper- Soldat107

He hesitated at first to click it, his hand slipping into the waistband of his briefs to grip himself when the video loaded.

The swirling in the pit of his stomach started quicker than he had expected. Bucky rutting his hips into his hand as his top teeth bit down into his lip to make sure you didn't hear him this time and eyes fluttering shut as he spilled over the edge.

Once he was done, his phone and headphones were thrown to the side. Being quick to clean the mess on his hand and stomach before leaving his room to go shower.

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The next morning, Bucky went on his run with Sam and Steve after breakfast. The main topic being how he hadn't asked you on a date yet.

"Just ask her and stop being a whimp about it." Sam said, nudging his shoulder as they walked up the stairs of the apartment building. "She's my roommate, that's what makes it more difficult."

"That should make it easier, Buck. You already know almost everything about each other, there wouldn't be any awkward silences if you took her out." Steve pointed, as if Bucky hadn't already weighed the pros and cons.

"It's also very convenient that her room is across the hall from yours." Sam nodded, making Bucky roll his eyes as he opened the door to his apartment.

You looked over your shoulder from washing the dishes to where he was walking in, athletic shorts low on his hips and hair tied up messily. "It was my turn to do those." Bucky said with a pointed look. "I got bored." You shrugged, feeling the heat from his form when he stood behind you.

"When most people get bored, they watch tv." He turned the water off and you turned to face him. "How was your run?" You asked, leaning back against the counter. "Annoying and sweaty."

You nodded, letting your eyes wander down to his sweat slicked chest. The shine making his muscular torso seem even more defined. "I can tell."

Bucky hummed in response and went to pull you in for a hug, your hands pressing to his chest to keep him away as a mischievous smile tugged his lips. "Get off, Bucky. I don't want a sweaty hug." You warned with a laugh. "You know you like seeing me sweaty."

Your face warmed and you curled your fingers under his to try to pry them from your waist. "Go- take a shower." You giggled, Bucky pouting as he backed away to go down the hall.

You could hear Bucky rustling around in his room as you put the dishes away, a call of your name making you walk into his view as he walked back into the hall.

"Have you seen my sweats?" He sighed. "Which ones?"

"Dark grey." You didn't let yourself look down as he adjusted the waistband of his briefs. "Check my closet if they're not in yours."

Bucky nodded and opened your bedroom door, going to looked through the folded clothes on the top shelf of your closet.

Not finding them there, he went to the trunk that was at the foot of your bed, thinking you kept more clothes in it as he opened it.

He choked on air when he saw the familiar sight of a masquerade mask along with the same backdrop the camgirl he watched and different sets of lingerie neatly placed inside.

"Did you find it?" Bucky heard your voice say as you got closer. "I fuckin' found something, cherry." He huffed, everything in him wanting him to just shut the trunk and forget he ever saw it.

You rolled your eyes and waved his hand away to shut it, folding your arms across your chest. "That's an invasion of privacy, Buck."

"I'm canceling my subscription." Bucky said, looking up at the ceiling. "You're what now?" You said, cocking your head to the side. Everything not clicking in place for you yet.

"I'm canceling." He repeated, looking down at you. The fact that Bucky had seen your videos settling in. "You- oh, god." You bit back a laugh, covering your mouth with your hand.

"Yep. Remember the best tipper? Me. Now, I'm gonna go take a very cold shower. Don't look at me for awhile, I'm embarrassed." Bucky turned to leave the room, you following right behind him.

"Bucky, please, don't make this weird." You whined, reaching to grab the metal of his wrist in your hand.

He stopped and let out a long breath through his nose, running a hand down his face. "Four months. You've lived here four months and I didn't know I watched your videos every weekend? I feel-" A visible shudder passed through him, a guilty feeling settling deep in his stomach along with a little bit of curiosity. "Lemme see it."

"See what?" You asked, letting go of his wrist. "The cherry. I wanna see it." He shrugged.

You rolled your eyes and turned so your back was to him before lifting the hem of your dress, pulling the waistband of your underwear down enough for him to see the tattoo.

Bucky swallowed thickly and moved his hands to cover himself, tearing his gaze away from your backside. "Yeah. That made it worse. I'm gonna go shower now."

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A few days passed, Bucky hadn't mentioned anything else about what he had found in your room. Everything stayed normal, except the increase in lingering looks you'd catch.

And the curiosity of what it was like to film yourself doing such personal things.

"I wanna do it." Bucky blurted out as you handed him a beer and the bowl of popcorn. "Do what?" You asked, taking your spot next to him on the couch and grabbing the remote from the coffee table. "The thing you do."

You looked over at him with an amused smile. "You'd make good money doing it." You said, Bucky's eyebrows raising. "You think?"

"Well, obviously. Look at you." You breathed a laugh, gesturing a hand towards him. His tongue swiped across his bottom lip, thinking over what he was about to say. "Do you ever think about... having a guest?"

You cocked an eyebrow at him, silently debating what he had said. Bucky had the build something like what you would see on a statue in a museum, a handsome face and delightful personality to match. You'd be lying if you said you didn't have some type of attraction towards him.

"You offering, Buck?"

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[weaselbrownie]

U open for a req? Can you do Notice by Little Mix for a Draco smut? Really love your writing aaaaaaa 🙈🙈🙈

notice | d.m

draco malfoy x fem!reader

summary : it’s been a while since you’ve been intimate with draco and you are determine to change that

warning : NSFW! smut, swearing, degradation, praising, overstimulation, breeding kink (?) (lemme know if i missed any)

word count : 3.3k

a/n : feels like i’ve been dead but hopefully i’ll be consistent again :) also thank you for requesting and hopefully i didn’t mess this up 

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You twist and turn in front of a big mirror that sits on the floor, smiling as your fingertips graze over your figure. Looking back through the mirror to see just the ends of your bed in the dimly lit room. You began to fix your hair into a low ponytail so it wouldn't get in the way of your robe. You looked over the mirror one final time to make sure everything is in place before marching to your boyfriend's dorm. Your reflection was a true beauty, standing so still in the cold atmosphere as the delicate white lace decorates your body, covering only the necessary bits.

Oh, he's gonna love this, or maybe not?

Lately, your relationship with Draco has taken a toll, nothing terrible but it's definitely something, an inconvenience if you will. Since the exams are coming up he has not been able to put down his book, perfecting his skills to come out on top of everyone else. Not that there's anything wrong with being ambitious– he is a Slytherin after all. It's just– he's been benching you to the sidelines, though he still gives you attention he's not giving you the attention that you need. Specific attention that only he can give to you.

The throbbing ache in between your legs has been kicking you in the guts for days and you have been so patient but tonight is the night you change things.

You quietly hum as you pick up your house robe to put on over your lingerie, walking delicately across your dorm as you opened your door, heading straight to the blonde's room. It wasn't a long walk and as you approach the door at the end of the corridor you didn't even bother to knock, slowly twisting the doorknob as you let yourself in.

Just as you predicted Draco is sitting by his desk, drowning in hundreds of parchments and textbooks. Like your dorm, his is also dark, only a little desk lamp to unveil his pale face. You were so quiet he didn't even notice you come in, and so you walk closer and closer to his sitting figure.

With every step, a new feature of his is brighter– clearer. How the top of his head is messy– probably from running his hands over it again and again. How his brows knit together as his eyes wander over the page of the book he's reading. How he bites his lips in between those perfect rows of teeth. Or how his long slender fingers toy with the edge of the paper– the veins running down his flexed arms– oh how much you've missed those fingers.

Right as you revealed yourself from the dark he looked up, his bright orbs meeting yours in the dark. He was happy you've come, you could tell by the way the corner of his lips twitches into a tiny smile he likes to hide– thinking you wouldn't notice them.

"I didn't hear you come in" He whispered as he extended his arms out to reach your hips– slowly pulling you closer to him.

"Well, you had your nose buried deep in those books" You replied with an identical tone, hushing to him in the dark.

Draco was about to set you on his lap before you stopped him, picking up your hand as your fingers grazed over his, grabbing onto it softly as you guided his hand onto your chest. You were halfway there before his hand froze,

"Not tonight darling, I've got a lot t–"

"When is it then Draco?" You snapped at him before he even got the chance to finish his sentence. Shocked at your reaction Draco's brows shot up, looking up at you as if you were an unsolved puzzle with a missing piece. "You're always busy studying! I put in all this effort into myself and– "

"Effort? Not to burst your bubble darling but you came exactly in a school robe, what effort?" He cut you off as you did with him seconds ago.

"You haven't even tried taking it off– oh for merlin's sake–" You continued to raise your voice as frustration takes over you, in which you ended up ripping off your robe– showing Draco everything that sits underneath.

From the way his eyes shot open to analyze every aspect of your body, you really thought he was going to put down his book for a second but everything comes crashing down as he parts his lips. "I'm still busy Y/N," He said as if you didn't just strip yourself in front of him.

He sighs as he continued to speak "Maybe if you go and sit down and be quiet like a good girl, I might just consider your little offer" He finished off his sentence.

"Consider? Oh, you've got to be fucking with me" You started again as the palm of your hands flew to your hips, right when you were about to open your mouth again an idea struck you. Maybe if– yeah that might just work.

"Dray please" Your figure softened as you pouted to him, showing him your big shiny eyes. "I miss you" You continued as you lowered yourself to his lap, your hands slithering around to the back of his neck as you move around in the spot.

"Later okay?" He replied as he kissed your nose.

Frustrated with him you shot out of his lap to stand straight. "Fine, I'll do it myself" You hissed at him as you stomped down to his neatly made bed. You continued your way to the bed as you heard Draco chuckle from behind. You knew he was enjoying this, toying you around on a string knowing he's the only one who could really get you there.

You sat right in the middle of his bed as you got comfortable on top of the heavy sheets. You had a few ideas and one of them has got to work, right?

You began to gently trace your hand from the top of your neck, slowly bringing it down to your collar bone and to the valley of your breast where each sat so beautifully on the cup of your lingerie. You squeezed your breasts ever so gently, drawing out the pleasure that comes with it.

You looked up to see Draco still reading his stupid books. You casually rolled your eyes as you continued your actions. With every movement, you imagined it to not be your own but rather the touch of the boy in front of you. How he would run his hands all over your body before ripping each piece of clothing off.

Your hand left your breasts to continue down to the heat in between your legs. Keeping all eyes on him, you slowly drew your legs apart, touching everything that could be reached before placing your cold fingers directly on top of your cunt.

You were soaked– your juices staining the outside of your underwear. Just then you began to put pressure into your fingers, slowly rubbing your clit through your underwear as you let the little moans slip out.

Draco tensed immediately upon hearing your voice, yet he continued to face the other way, keeping his eyes on the long pages of the book. You resumed your actions and moved your underwear to the side, goosebumps start to form on your arms as the cold wind hit your sopping cunt.

"It's not gonna work princess" Draco called out as he flipped a page. You knew that if you answered he was gonna win, and so you push and push until you could get to him.

Your moans and whimpers grew louder by the second as you worked your fingers faster on your clit, you knew it was starting to bother him, but you needed that one last push to really rail him.

"Oh– fuck" Your moans cut in parts as you found a sweet spot,

"Yes– Oh god Theo–"

The second his name slip past your lips Draco immediately stood up, throwing the book that was in his hand across the room, and sprinted towards you just to rip your fingers away. Right when he touched you, you could see flames behind his cold eyes, anger as you moaned out his best mate's name instead of his.

Draco didn't say anything at first, all you could see was his eyes, roughly as he took both your hands and pinned them right on top of your head on the headboard. "So this is how you're gonna play hm?" He asked as his face neared your own. He was so close that all you could smell was him, how his toxic scent of mint and citrus circles around the air as you inhale it.

You looked deep into his eyes, and you knew he would give you what you wanted all along. The air was thick around you as you didn't answer his previous question. All you could do was wait for him as he trapped you under his body and his strong gaze.

"I asked you a question Y/N, now where are the manners I taught you?" He asked as he slurred his words.

"Y-yes! I mean no or I–" You opened your mouth to answer him yet all that came out was blabber.

"Pathetic" Draco basically spat at you as he pinned your hands higher, making you sit straight rather than slouched down like you were earlier. "Open your fucking legs" He continues as you obeyed every order coming out of his mouth.

You slowly opened your legs as your wet cunt revealed itself, your underwear going to its original position to cover your heat. You could see your juices leaking down the side. You switched your gaze back to your boyfriend on top of you, a small smirk formed on the edge of his lips as he looked into your heat.

You stayed silent as Draco carefully picked out his next moves. Slowly he stroked your thighs higher and higher until he rested his palm right on top of where you needed him, he was so close yet so far away, and so it surprised you when all of sudden he delivered a hard smack onto your cunt, jolting your body awake as your back arches.

He didn't stop there, giving you exactly two more slaps before soothing the covered skin. Tears pooled on your bottom lashes as you looked at him, his eyes still bore into your sopping cunt and his hand strong as he kept both your hands in place.

Draco kept quiet as he slowly moved your panties to the side– exposing your burning cunt to him. Your hole clenches as the cold air swoops over it, the mixture of pain and pleasure clung onto you. Your body jolts once more as Draco gave your cunt another slap, right on your clit where you're most sensitive.

"Fucking Theo" Draco said, breaking the silence. His fingers slither around your cunt as he gathered all the widespread juices. Massaging your clit gently as you threw your head back. "You wanna go down to his dorm now? Show him how much of a cockwhore you are?" He said as each word went straight to your core.

You quickly shook your head but that wasn't good enough for him "Use your words" He spat as his hand broke away from your cunt to grab your face.

"N-no" You quickly said as he tightens his hand around your jaw,

"No who?" He asked once more

"N-no D-Draco," You said as you mentally cursed yourself for stuttering so much.

Draco stayed still for a second, looking deep into your eyes before letting go of your face just to shove his fingers up inside you. He didn't give you time to adjust as he started to fuck you with his fingers.

A loud moan escaped your mouth as you threw your head back and your eyes roll to the back of your head. The continued feeling of pain and pleasure didn't leave you as it got more intense from Draco's actions. His long and slender fingers worked themselves deep inside you, turning you into a puddle under his touch.

"Can Theo do this?" He asked through gritted teeth as he kept pumping his fingers in and out of your sopping cunt "Fucking answer me Y/N! Can Theo do this to you?" He snapped as you failed to answer his question once more.

"N-No he can't" You finally screamed out as he speeds up.

His fingers continued to assault your throbbing cunt as he felt every inch of you. How your walls tighten around him every few seconds due to how good he made you feel. The fact that it's been a while since you've done this adds to the pleasure, it feels exactly or even better than the first time he went down on you.

It wasn't long until you feel like you were about to burst. The tight coil starts to form at the pit of your stomach as Draco moved to kiss you down your neck. "This is what you wanted right?" Draco mumbled against your collar bone.

"Yes– please I'm so close" You moaned out loud once again.

You were right on the edge, screaming his name as the once silent room was now filled with the sound of your filthy moans and slick heat. Draco didn't have to do much to get you there and so he continues as you felt your walls tighten and your breath hitched. "Oh, I'm gonna cum– Draco fuck.."

Suddenly he stopped his actions, pulling his fingers out of you as you whined at the loss. "But as I remembered you wanted Theo, not me," He said as a smirk grew on the corner of his lips.

A feeling of panic grew within you as Draco started to get up, without thinking twice you grabbed onto his wrist keeping him from standing up, you got up on your knees as your face met his. "N-no no please, I only want you" You brought your hands up to cup his face as you peck his soft lips. "I'm sorry please–". The room fell into silence as you tremble in front of Draco. Just as you were about to speak again, he opened his mouth.

"Get on your hands and knees"

Your eyes widened as you slowly let go of his face, scrambling back onto the bed to get into position. You settled down as you faced the headboard, arching your back just like he taught you. You couldn't see him but you could hear the light shuffling behind you and soon the warmth of his hands on your hips.

"My poor baby, you want to come don't you?" Said Draco as his fingers work to slide your underwear down– the cold air meeting your open cunt once more. "Let's see if you deserve it" You jumped as you felt a tongue flat on your cunt, slithering around as it works down on you. It didn't take long for that one familiar feeling in the pit of your stomach to return.

You arched your back further, shoving yourself to him to finally reach orgasm yet he surprises you once more. You knew you were close but as soon as that feeling came you felt the loss of his tongue on you as the air filled his spot.

"Draco please– I'm sorry" You choked out as another orgasm was robbed from you. He didn't reply as he simply taps your lower back. Before you know it you felt the tip of his cock prodding at your entrance.

"Are you sorry though?" He said as the tip of his cock slips into you "For all, I know you're just a cock hungry whore" He continued as he pushed more of himself into you "Willing to take anyone to fuck you" His hands made way to your hips, gabbing onto them as he rammed the remaining of himself into you, forcing his way in– taking your breath away.

You felt every inch of him, ripping his way through you as the pain and pleasure continued to linger. Just as you were about to answer him, he abruptly pulled back and slammed into you, giving you merely seconds to adjust before repeating his actions.

Then and there he started to pound into you, taking all the air from your lungs. You felt him- his hand as one left your hips to grip your throat, slowly lifting you up so that your back meets his chest.

"You're mine..." He said as the grip on your throat tightens "...And I'm not sharing you with anyone" The feeling that was robbed from you twice started to come back. Your walls tighten as Draco's other hand snuck down to your clit, rubbing in fast motion as you struggled to keep still. "Did I make myself clear?"

You had a hard time processing his words as his cock and his fingers work on you "Y-Yes– Clear Draco" You spat out as the feeling becomes too overwhelming. You couldn't think straight but you knew you were close. Your moans became louder as your eyes rolled to the back of your head, the darkroom making you dizzy.

You could hear Draco talk and groan behind you but you couldn't register what he was saying. "I'm c-coming– Please can I cum?" You started to stutter as the feeling sits on the edge of your body. "Please Draco please can I– fuck" You lost your breath as he didn't slow down his movements.

"Go on then, show me how good you can be coming on my cock" He whispers into your ear as you let go. Your hands grabbing onto him as he helps you through your high, continuing the motion on your clit and pounding into you as the feeling grew stronger and stronger. His hand slowly unclasped your throat– letting the air flow through you again. He guided you through it all just like he always does but he doesn't stop there.

"D-Dray too much -p-please" You whined pathetically as he continued to rut into you, overstimulation started to take over you. Black spots started to appear at the edge of your vision and your consciousness started to slip.

"I'm not done darling– you wanted this so be a good girl and take it," He said in between groans as he speeds up once more. You continued to moan and whine as he reached his high.

Finally, his hips began to stutter, his thrusts becoming uneven as his breath hitched behind you. Draco held onto you as he was approaching, making you feel the warmest of love at the pit of your stomach. "Fuck Y/N" Draco groaned as one of his hands reached out to grip the headboard.

Soon you felt him come inside you, shooting white ropes of cum deep into you as he finally stops his movements completely.

His deep breathing could be heard from behind you as he slowly pulls out from behind you and guides you back down onto the mattress. "Hold it in" He whispered as he turned you to lay on your back.

You could feel your eyes stutter and Draco moving from somewhere above you. The warmth of his palm made contact with your skin as he glides them up and down the side of your legs. "Dray–" You whined as you could feel yourself returning from the fizzy headspace, moving around as you slowly sat upright before you were stopped by him once more.

"Oh no we're not done here," He said as a small smirk formed the edge of his lips. You wanted this, and now you will have to sit in for the whole night as you two caught up on what you've missed.

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our little family

[leona kingscholar x reader]

anon asked: Hi, could I ask for an imagine for Leona. The MC has met Cheka, so I think it would be cute to see the three of them just hanging out together (maybe babysitting Cheka) and just looking like a family. Thanks:) Love your work btw

AAAAWH THANK YOUUU ANON IM SO TOUCHED ;-; also im so glad you requested this cuz this prompt is so cute omg lemme just cry over cheka and leona. I FELL IN LOVE W/ CHEKA THE MOMENT I SAW HIM, HE’S JUST A PRECIOUS BBY, PROTECC 25/8. leona is def hubby material too -3-

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“LEONA-ojitan!” you and your boyfriend turned your head to see a small figure running to the both of you. cheka, your boyfriend’s beloved nephew, threw himself onto leona and squeezed him in a bone crushing hug (but let’s be real here, how painful can cheka’s bone crushing hug be?). “che-cheka...what are you doing here?!” he tried to peel of cheka’s hand around his left hand but cheka just hugged even tighter. “okaa-tan said i can spend the whole day with you today!” leona groaned in annoyance while you just chuckled. you brought your right hand and started ruffling his hair. “nice to see you again, cheka!” he shot his head up from burying it leona’s chest to show you a huge, teethy grin. “(y/n)-obatan!” this time he clung to you and hugged you. you hugged him back of course, he was just a precious little bean after all. “aaa you’re so cute!” you squealed as you showered him with lots of love (such as pinching his cheeks, ruffling his hair, and other cute gestures). 

“oi, oi, oi, okay.” leona grabbed cheka and pulled him away from you. probably jealous cheka was getting all the attention instead of him. “fine then, what do you want to do?” cheka pouted and put his hand on his chin to think for a while then he burst into a huge grin. “i want to meet ojitan and obatan’s friends!” he clung onto you and you swear you felt like melting right then and there. “damn...babysitting’s a pain.” leona whispered to you. “oh come on, leona. just try and make the most out of it.” you swooped up cheka in your arms. “ne cheka, what about going over to our friend’s cafe, hmm?” leona facepalmed. “no, no, no. (y/n) there will be no mostro lounge today.” he sighed. “awh why not? the place is fun, lively, decorative...besides cheka would love to meet azul!” you beamed. “that’s the one person i don’t want cheka to meet.” you giggled and ruffled leona’s hair. “i’m sure he’ll be fine. besides we’re here anyways. everything’ll be okay, sweetie.” you whispered the last part to him and starting strutting towards the exit of the savanaclaw dorm. leona flinched before sighing once more and following his beloved s/o and nephew. 

you two entered the cafe adorned with hues of blue and purple to be greeted by one of the leech twins. “oya oya. since when did you two have a mini kingscholar?” leona growled and smacked the back of jade’s head. you hid how flustered you were with an awkward chuckle. “jade, this is cheka, leona’s nephew.” jade mouthed an ‘oh’ as he rubbed the spot where leona smacked him. “nice to meet you!” he beamed which apparently hit jade’s soft spot. “he’s adorable!” you placed cheka on the ground and the two apparently interacted really well. you and leona turned your head to face a laughing figure over by the barstools. “you both are sure that’s kingscholar’s nephew and not your son?” you covered your face with your hands. “no azul! there’s no way i mean, we didn’t even-”

“alright, alright spare me the details. don’t wanna hear anything about your disgusting love life.” he shrugged. leona’s fist was clenched and you knew he was just holding back a punch, that’s when you thought it was best to place your hand over his clenched fist to calm him down. “why out of all places did you bring that little runt here? you could’ve brought him to a tea party in heartslabyul, or a magic carpet ride in scarabia. now there’s another thing for me to worry about.” azul spoke while wiping the bar. “ask (y/n), it was her idea.” you sighed. “i...i don’t know! i just thought cheka would like it here. besides isn’t this just business for you, azul? you get more profit from leona, me, and cheka.” he chuckled. “of course everything is business for me dear.” leona just grabbed you and dragged you to a table. he was not in the mood to deal with azul, but really, when is he ever? you two just turned your head away from cheka for a short while but then when you both turned back to see him, jade, floyd, and surprisingly even cater interacting with him. “what the heck, when did cater get here?” 

“LEONA! (Y/N)! YOUR KID IS TOTES ADORABLE!” your mouth hung agape. cater did not just yell that in a public cafe out loud. “thats not-! he’s not-!” you were to flustered to even form a sentence. then more and more students started gathering around him, and even students who weren’t there before came to the cafe. “see how cheka is promoting your cafe, ashengrotto?” leona snarked. “hmm. alright maybe the runt is useful after all.” that afternoon was just filled with cheka meeting all of the students who came, surprisingly even kalim and jamil came. he was extremely overjoyed to meet both of your friends. what shocked you both even more were how nice the other students were to him, and how different they were when interacting with cheka. when it was getting late leona scooped cheka into his arms, and you announced “alright guys! that’s enough cheka for the day! it’s getting late and we wouldn’t want him to be too tired.” you waved to all of the students and kalim chuckled. “ne jamil, leona and (y/n) make great parents right?” 

“did you have fun today?” he clung onto leona tight but was visibly half asleep. “mn! ojitan and obatan’s friends are fun!” leona hesitantly patted the top of his head. “alright, alright. now go ahead and sleep before your mom comes, or else she’s going to kill me.” cheka rested his head on leona’s shoulder and fell asleep in 5 seconds. “don’t you dare drool on me you little pipsqueak.” that statement made you giggle as you both headed back to the savanaclaw dorm. you three made it back to leona’s room and he laid cheka down in the middle of his bed. he sat on the left side and you sat on the right side of the bed. “ne, leona.” his ear twitched and faced you. “maybe we do make good parents.” you joked. his eyes widened and then smirked. “what are you suggesting...hmm?”

you paused for a moment before your face turned into a dark shade of red. “N-NOTHING! I MEAN-we’re just good babysitters. yeah, we should do this more often.” you really ought to be careful with your words next time. leona chuckled and placed his hand on top of your head. “alright, alright.”

“but hey. maybe you are right...maybe we would make good parents...”

and with that simple sentence, you collapsed from embarrassment. 

♡

i love cheka. end of story. i love leona too -3- ehehe

- a♕

[aalissy]

You’re Beautiful Part 2

Annddd here’s the special surprise for today!! @that-starbucks-lover and @globerjk wanted a part two to You’re Beautiful! I hope you guys like it!! Lemme know what you think <3

AO3

Ladybug swooped down into a deserted alleyway before she called off her transformation. Rather shakily, she pulled a macaron from out of her purse. Marinette exhaled harshly as Tikki nibbled on the pastry, gazing down at her. The kwami blinked her eyes before speaking, “So, what’s the plan, Marinette?”

“I don’t know, Tikki!” she shook her head quickly, looking up at her rather desperately. “What am I going to say?! Does Adrien even remember it?! Did the kiss actually work or did I just think that it did? What if now that the akuma attack is over he hates me for what I did!?”

With a sharp cry, Marinette tugged on her pigtails. Tikki then immediately finished the macaron before flitting over and hugging her on the cheek. The kwami’s small voice stopped her meltdown in its tracks as she spoke calmly, “It’s alright, Marinette. I’m sure that Adrien understands why you needed to kiss him. You were both in danger where you were so if you just tell him he’ll believe you. Besides, from what I heard it sounded like he liked the kiss.”

Tikki finished her speech with a quiet giggle, causing Marinette’s cheeks to burn brightly. She could still feel the memory of Adrien’s lips against hers. Brushing her thumb lightly over her bottom lip, she shook her head furiously. No! There was no time for those silly thoughts.

With a forlorn sigh, Marinette murmured, “But what if he only said that because he was still under the akuma’s influence? It might not have meant anything, Tikki.”

Her kwami shook her head lightly. “The only way you’ll find out is if you ask him, Marinette.”

“Or,” she said, her eyes brightening, “I don’t say anything! If we just ignore it then maybe we can both forget about it!”

Tikki’s gaze narrowed. “That doesn’t sound like the best solution for anyone!”

Marinette simply closed her eyes, ignoring her kwami’s scolding. “But I already know it works! I did this before with Chat Noir and Dark Cupid.”

“That was different and you know it,” Tikki grumbled, crossing her arms across her chest.

Instead of responding, she simply opened her purse. Her kwami heaved a sigh before going inside. Peering out from the alleyway suspiciously, she waited until she saw no one before stepping out. With that, Marinette began making her way back to school.

However, Right when she entered the building, a hand shot out, grabbing her wrist and tugging her into an empty classroom. She yelped, her fist clenching as she prepared to whirl around and hit her attacker before a familiar voice shushed her.

“No, no, Marinette, it’s okay. It’s just me, Adrien!” His voice filled the small room.

Immediately, she relaxed and her fist unclenched. Marinette breathed out a sigh of relief as she realized it wasn’t another akuma. Instantly, her relaxation disappeared as she figured something else out. It was Adrien. The boy she was meant to be avoiding for at least two weeks. She tensed up, scared to look over her shoulder and meet his gaze.

With a nervous laugh, her gaze darted to the door. “O-oh, well, that’s good to know. W-we should probably get to class now, though. Don’t wanna be late.”

Taking a few steps toward the exit, Marinette didn’t expect Adrien to reach out and grab her wrist again. He chuckled lightly before rubbing the back of his neck. “So, you didn’t hear that the rest of class got canceled either, then?”

Marinette clenched her eyes shut tightly. She really was screwed, wasn’t she? It was just her luck that both she and Adrien decided to go back to school at the same time. Sucking in a deep breath, she opened her eyes determinedly. Well, if she couldn’t avoid the problem, then maybe Tikki was right. Whirling around to finally look up at him, she began speaking at the same time as him, “Listen, Adrien...”

“Listen, Marinette...”

The two giggled before Adrien gestured for her to go first. “Sorry, Marinette. What did you want to say?”

Sucking in a deep breath of courage, she then spoke quickly, her words rushing together, “I’m so sorry about what happened this morning, Adrien. I know you didn’t mean the things you said because you were under the influence of the akuma. I-I just thought that maybe... a kiss might work or something. I-I don’t know, Mlle. Bustier always said something about true love’s kiss. N-not that you’re in l-love with me or anything! I just meant... cause of the akuma... you might have felt differently.”

Gnawing on her bottom lip, Marinette stared up at him rather desperately, urging him to believe her. Instead of giving her a smile of understanding, however, Adrien simply frowned down at her. Her heart sank as she braced herself for what he was about to say.

Prepared for shouting, Marinette’s own brow furrowed as he spoke with confusion clear in his voice, “I don’t understand, Marinette, I told you before that I meant what I said this morning. You are beautiful.”

Her cheeks flamed as she tensed up. What?! He couldn’t still be under the akuma’s influence, could he? That didn’t make any sense though. She had fixed everyone as Ladybug. Blinking quickly, Marinette stuttered, “W-what?”

A slow smile formed on Adrien’s lips before he slowly reached out, grasping her hands. “Marinette, that kiss was amazing for me. And, when the akuma hit me, it didn’t create love, it actually just brought out all the feelings that I had buried.”

She let out a choked gasp, feeling her heart thump quickly in her chest. Was she actually just dreaming or was this really happening? Could he really mean that? Marinette shook her head slowly. “I, but... you... you can’t.”

Adrien squeezed her hands, cutting off her stammering as she squeaked lightly. “But I do, Marinette. It might have taken me a while but I finally realized that you’re more than just a friend to me. I can’t just ignore it anymore.”

She was speechless. No noise escaped her lips as she stared up at him wordlessly. Could she really be this lucky?

Marinette then watched with slight panic as Adrien’s face slowly dropped, untangling his hands from hers as he stepped backwards. He turned bright red, glancing away as he rubbed the back of his neck. “U-unless, you don’t feel the same way for me. Sorry, I shouldn’t have just assumed. I-I just figured because of this kiss...”

“No!” Marinette shouted before shaking her head, “I-I mean, yes! I do feel the same way, Adrien. I’ve actually been in love with you for a while.”

“Really?” The smile slowly came back onto his face as he beamed happily at her.

“Really,” she said, giving him a shy nod. Slowly, she took a step forward and took his hands in hers, “Since you gave me your umbrella, actually.”

“For that long?” Adrien’s eyes practically bugged out of his head before he slapped a palm to his forehead with a groan. “Aw, I’m sorry Marinette. I wish I had figured things out sooner. If I hadn’t been so hung up on Ladybug, we could’ve been a couple way sooner.”

She blushed faintly after hearing Adrien mention them being a couple. Everything he said before completely vanished from her mind as she asked hesitantly, “A-a couple?”

“Yeah,” he said, giving her an adorably timid grin. “If you’ll have me, of course.”

Marinette squealed, bobbing her head up and down rapidly. “Of course I will! I’d absolutely love to, Adrien!”

Instead of answering her back, he simply wrapped her up in his arms, spinning her around the empty classroom. She giggled happily, feeling her cheeks warm as she gazed down at his smiling face. Eventually, Adrien set her down, leaning in to give her a small peck on the lips. “Was that okay?”

“Yes!” Marinette squeaked emphatically, “Definitely!”

He gently cupped her cheek, caressing it slightly before leaning in to kiss her once again. Just as their lips were about to connect, though, Marinette suddenly remembered another very important thing he had mentioned.

Pushing back on his chest lightly, she blinked up at him. “D-did you just say you were hung up on Ladybug?”

“Yeah,” Adrien said, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly. “Silly, I know but she’s amazing. I’m done with that now, though, Marinette. I’m in love with you, I promise.”

She bit down on her lip, feeling butterflies flutter contentedly in her stomach. Adrien had been so hung up on her that he didn’t notice, well, her. Unable to stop the small giggle, Marinette teased him playfully, “You know, I’m sure she might have said yes if you asked her out. A pretty model like you? Even a superhero would have to be blind not to see it.”

Adrien seemed to freeze for a second before he threw his head back and laughed. Eventually, he leaned back down to look at her with a smirk. “You’d be surprised.”

With another joyful giggle, she threw her arms around his neck. A teasing smile played at her lips as Marinette said, “Well, she’s missing out then. I don’t think I’d let you go even if Ladybug came down right now and asked.”

“I wouldn’t have it any other way,” Adrien whispered before connecting their lips together once again.

[deamstellarus]

Stranger Things Have Happened (11/11)

Pairing: Clint Barton x Reader

Summary: You’d spent your whole life hiding your ability from the world. When you ended up in a dark alley, you never expected to be saved by Tony Stark. But when you met your soulmate, you knew it was fate.

Word Count: 2822

Warnings: Some fights and some fluff

A/N: And that’s a wrap! I hope you all enjoyed it!

Chapter 11: Not According To Plan

         “Mmm, there’s a sight I can get used to waking up to.”

          You looked up and into the face of your soulmate. You’d been sitting by Clint’s hospital bed in the medical wing since you got back from the undercover trip in L.A. You’d originally cried for a while when you came back and Clint hadn’t woken up yet, but after some convincing from Dr. Cho and Bruce that he will wake up soon, you relaxed a bit and distracted yourself by reading and watching cheesy action movies.

          “Hey honey,” you leaned forward brushing his hair from his forehead. “How do you feel?”

          “Better now that you’re here.” A lazy grin spread across his face. “How long was I out?”

          “A little over three days.”

          “Hm. What did I miss?” He took your other hand in his and played with your fingers.

          “Oh, I just went undercover at a gala in L.A. and we stopped Popov who had originally escaped when you guys saved me from Hydra months ago. So, you know, just a Tuesday with the Avengers.”

         “What? I missed that?!” He pushed himself up in the bed and winced at the stiffness. “Tony let you go on a mission?”

         “Uh, not exactly.” You paused, not quite sure how to tell him. “Tony was taken by Hydra, and the team said I could help by going undercover at the gala at a museum they found an invitation for at the Hydra facility you guys went to. So I went undercover and put a tracker on Popov and we followed him to a Hydra warehouse to find Tony.”

          “She also tackled Popov to the ground when he took off into the night,” Natasha said from the doorway of the room. She was leaning on the door frame, arms crossed, a look of relief in her eyes.

          “I missed that?! Look at you, Kitten. A badass bad guy catcher,” Clint said. “I’m so proud of you.” He smiled at you and you couldn’t help but return it.

          “It’s good to have you back, Clint,” Nat said. Clint only nodded but held eye contact with her. You looked between them, and it seemed they were having one of their silent conversations. After a few moments, Nat gave a curt nod and walked out the door.

         “Come on, Kitten, help me get out of here.” Clint swung his legs over the side of the bed.

         “Whoa, hold it there. I’ll get the doctor to give you the all clear first." You give him a kiss on the cheek then turn to head out the door to get the doctor, but his grip on your arm holds you back before you could get too far, and pulls you to stand between his legs. He wrapped his arms around your waist and you rest your hands on his shoulders. You close the distance and your lips meet, kissing him deeply. It was a passionate kiss and held all of the love you have for him. You separate after a few minutes to catch your breath, and rest your forehead to his.

           “I’m really glad you’re okay.” Your voice cracks at the end but you refuse to cry now. He brought his hand up to cup the side of your face, brushing his thumb over your cheek.

           “I love you too, Kitten.”

          “Knock knock,” Tony says, walking into your room.

          “Whatcha up to, Tony?” You were folding laundry, feeling odd doing a mundane task in such a crazy tower filled with actually superheroes.

          “Well, I’ve been working on this project since we got back from L.A. I’m hoping you’ll like it.”

         “Huh?” You turn around to face Tony and in his arms is a catsuit similar to Nat’s Black Widow uniform. It was black with purple accents. There was a zipper from the middle of the torso to the neck. “Oh Tony, is that for me?”

         “Well yeah. I, uh… Look. I was harsh on you before. I shouldn’t have refused to let you train to be an Avenger. You really saved me out there, and from what I’ve heard, you were like a a mini Widow. You deserve to be on the Avengers. And I know you’ve been training with Cap and co., so I figured you should at least have your own uniform if you're going to be joining us on missions.”

          You threw yourself into his arms, and after he gets over the initial shock, you feel his arms wrap around you. “I’m so sorry about how we left things, KitKat.”

          “Tony, it’s alright. I blind-sided you and I acted a bit childish anyway.” You stepped back and took the suit from him. You turned it around and giggled when you saw the back. There was a purple outline of the cat. “Don’t you think you’re taking this cat thing a little too far?” You quirked an eyebrow at him.

          “Never.” He said, smirking, though you thought he looked a bit nervous. “You like it though?”

          “I love it, Tony. Thank you.”

         “Come on. Why don't you try it on and we’ll go down to the training room. I heard you sparred with Sam and he got his ass handed to him. I’d love to get a front row seat to that.”

         You were grinning for the rest of the evening, finally feeling like everything was falling into place. You have a family, your soulmate, and even a new purpose. Something you can do to make a difference and help people. As you walked with Tony down to the training room, you couldn’t help but be excited for what was yet to come.

8 Months Later

           “Now what do we have here?”

           Clint jumped at the sudden voice, whipping the small box behind his back as he turned around. Natasha stood in the doorway of his room, leaning against the frame with her arms crossed. There was a knowing smirk on her face. Clint let out a loud sigh, relieved and slightly annoyed.

          “Nothing Nat.”

          “Out with it Clint,” she said, walking up to where he was standing by his dresser.

          “Fine. But I swear, Nat, you can’t tell anyone. No jokes, no references, nothing.”

          She quirked her eyebrow at him, waiting. He went to the door, peeking out to make sure no one else was in the space he shared with you. He turned back to Nat and held out the small velvet box he’s been stressing over for the past few weeks. Natasha opened the box and let out a small gasp. In the box was an engagement ring: a white gold band with an amethyst stone in the middle and two small diamonds on either side. It wasn't too extravagant or busy, but he knew you wouldn't want that anyway.

            “Oh, Clint. She'll love it,” Nat said. Clint swore he saw her eyes become misty but he knew better than to say something about it.

             “You think so?”

             “Of course.” She closed the box and handed it back to him. “When are you asking her?”

              He put the small box in his pocket. “Tonight. It's date night, but instead of going out, I had the idea to have a candlelit dinner on the balcony, just the two of us. I figured she would be less embarrassed that way, away from other prying eyes.”

               “It'll be great, Clint,” she said hugging him. “Truly, I'm so happy for you.”

               “Thanks, now I just gotta figure out what I’m going to say so I don’t end up sounding stupid.”

             The alarm in the tower went off then, signalling trouble. Clint grabbed his arrows from the desk and the two of them sprinted down to the common room to meet with the rest of the team.

            “What's going on?” you ask, as you meet Clint and Nat in the entryway of the common room. Natasha looks at you with an expression you can't decipher but you don't have time to dwell on it.

            “No idea, hun. Let's find out.” Clint takes your hand in his as you stand beside the rest of the team and listen to Cap.

          “Listen up. There’s been an attack in the city. They seem to be some form of alien creatures that resemble, for lack of better term, flying monkeys with blaster cannons.”

           Clint snorted softly at that but you still squeezed his hand and gave him a look.

           “Straight from Wizard of Oz, huh. Lemme guess, they’re ruled by the Wicked Witch of the West?” Tony asked. Oh well, can't control everyone.

           “This is serious Tony,” Steve said giving him the “Captain America’s disappointed” stare. “They've only managed to damage part of Grand Central and the surrounding buildings. We can still stop them before it’s too late. We’ll split up. Kat, Wanda, Bruce, you’re on civilian duty. Work with the local law enforcement and EMTs to get people to safety and help those who need it. Sam, Tony, Vis, we need you fighting them in the air. The rest of us will do what we can. We leave in five. Grab your gear and get moving.”

           With that, you all headed down to grab your gear and change into your uniforms, then hauled ass into the city to control the problem. When you arrived, it was chaos. Several buildings were damaged greatly and the front of Grand Central Station was almost unrecognizable. People were being rolled out on stretchers to ambulances. Firemen and the police were helping civilians out of their cars and away from the danger. Sure enough, flying overhead were ape-like creatures with cannon-like blaster guns. There were at least a hundred of them, swarming around shooting at the buildings and the streets below.

          The team split up and went about their separate duties. Just like every mission you’ve been on together, Clint pulls you into a quick hug and kisses you. “I’ll see you after. Stay safe. Love you, Kitten.”

          “Love you too, Clint.” You watched as Sam swooped down and picked him up, bringing him to the top of a building for a better viewpoint.

          You turn and go into a building, where EMTs were helping civilians out. You ran up the stairs going through the offices to check for anyone left behind. You made it to the fourth floor before you found someone trapped under a shelving unit. The north wall was blown in and there was debris everywhere. You transformed into a gorilla and lifted the bookshelf off the woman. When she struggled to move, you ignored the terrified look on her face, and gently wrapped your arm around her waist, pulling her out and setting the shelf back down. You shifted back immediately and tried to calm her.

           “Can you move?” you ask her. She shook her head and you noticed her breathing starting to become more labored. She was panicking. “Hey, hey, hey. It’s alright. We have help coming right now,” you say in the most calming voice you could muster under the circumstances. Into the comm, you say, “Is anyone on the ground? I need a stretcher to the fourth floor of the building south east of Grand Central.”

           “They’re on their way up, Kat,” Steve says. “Stay with them until they get there.”

           “Of course, Cap. Thanks.” You elevated her wounded leg, stacking a few binders together and resting her ankle on them. You chatted with her, trying to keep her calm, while you glanced outside to see what progress the rest of the team is making. A few minutes later, you could hear the EMTs making their way into the hallway. As they ran into the room, you prepared the woman to be transported but looked up when you noticed they hadn’t made it over to you yet. They had stopped and were staring at something behind you. You turned around and were face to face with one of the creatures. You raised your gun from the holster on your thigh to shoot but were too slow and it grabbed you, flying out the hole in the wall and over to the chaotic streets.

           “Guys, a little help up here would be appreciated.”

           “I gotcha Kat,” Sam says and you can see him not too far away. He swoops in to grab you but misses by half a second when the creature drops you and suddenly you’re falling, slipping through a hole in the ceiling of Grand Central. You morphed into a panther and landed, or rather crashed, on your feet onto the rubble. While not the worst landing, it was definitely going to hurt in the morning. There was a sorceress of some kind in the middle of the space, holding a staff and shouting directions to a few of the creatures. There was a large beam of magic and light particles coming from the center information and clock booth in the middle of the terminal. She turned to you, alerted by the sound you made, and you raised your gun toward her. She pointed her staff in your direction and shot off a magic bolt of some kind. You rolled out of the way dodging it narrowly.

          “I found the source of the problem. Sorceress in the middle of Grand Central,” you said into the comm, continuing to dodge the oncoming bolts and shooting back at her ape-like creatures. “Need some assistance. Any idea how to stop her?”

          “On my way Kitten,” Clint said.

           A moment later, you heard the familiar thwump of an arrow and one of the creatures near the sorceress was shot down. Clint came barreling through the same hole you had, shooting arrows into the other creatures, but that didn’t last long. The sorceress used her staff to throw Clint into the wall near you.

           “Clint!” you yelled, which was a mistake on your part, as she magically bound you as well, throwing you next to your soulmate.

           “What do we have here?” She says sauntering over to you. “looks like I've caught a pair of lovers. How...interesting.”

           “Kat, we’re on our way.”

           “If you can, cover your heads. The Other guy is about to make an entrance,” Nat says.

           Not a second later, the Hulk crashed through the wall, distracting the sorceress. You took the second to swing your leg out and trip her. Hulk grabbed her leg and swung her around, slamming her on the ground a few times. You noticed the column of energy she had been focused on before start to dissipate, which you suppose was a good thing. Clint helped you up, grabbing the now broken staff, and you both follow Hulk out onto the streets. Hulk kept the sorceress restrained while you and Clint shot down the nearby creatures.

           “Looks like they’re dwindling down, Cap,” Sam said.

           “Good job, team,” Cap said. “We’ll get Thor down here from Asgard to help deal with the sorceress. Let’s finish taking out these flying monkeys and checking for any trapped or injured civilians and then we can go home.”

          You made to go into another nearby building, but you were pulled back by a tugging on your arm. When you turned around, Clint was on one knee, in the middle of the wreckage and chaos.

          “What are you doing?” you asked, voice only slightly shaking.

          “What do you think, Kitten?” He chuckled nervously, and pulled out a small velvet box from his pocket. He opened it and revealed a beautiful ring. Your hand flew to your mouth. “I don’t want to wait anymore. Honey, I love you. I love everything about you. You’re selfless and kind and so incredibly strong. You have a huge heart, and you’re beautiful. You’ve made me a better person and you put up with all my antics. And I would be honored if you would allow me to stay by your side for the rest of our lives. Kitten, will you marry me?”

           It was like the world around you had been blurred out and all that was left was you and Clint. Your soulmate. The love of your life. You nodded your head furiously, and you could feel the tears flowing down your face.

          “Yes! Yes! Of course I will.” He slid the ring onto your finger and stood up. You threw your arms around his neck, kissing him deeply.

          “Hate to ruin this happy moment but we could use a little help,” Tony’s voice said in the comm. You both separated, chuckling.

          Clint gave you a kiss on the cheek then went back to shooting down the remaining flying creatures while you ran to help the remaining civilians get to safety. When it was all over, you ran into each other’s arms, where you belonged. You both live crazy and chaotic lives, nothing is ever normal. But with Clint, you feel safe and ready for anything and couldn’t wait to feel like this for the rest of your life.

[heavenbursts-blog]

of simplicity and fortitude. rating. teen and up. ch. 1/23 word count. 5,134 summary. a johzenji-centered / terushima-focused story following terushima’s metamorphosis. as he changes his image to rebel against his parents expectations and regulations, terushima stumbles upon the johzenji volleyball club. what was supposed to be a one time thing suddenly becomes a life consuming thing. he grows, learns, falls, and flies with the rebirth of the johzenji volleyball club.

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Terushima wasn’t a morning person. Not much of a shocker considering he had no concept, or respect , for time. Waking up in the morning was a process. He’d wake up to his alarm only to turn it off and sleep in another fifteen minutes. He would miss school entirely if Bobata didn’t come into his room every morning to drag his ass out of bed. Because best friends did that for one another.

“I’m going to start charging you for this,” Terushima yawned and Bobata rolled his eyes. “How late did you stay up playing video games, huh?”

Terushima began to pick up clothes from the floor, trying to find a shirt that didn’t smell too bad. He grabbed a white one and sniffed, “Ugh yeah no.” he balled it up and threw it into his hamper. “Uh like, a couple of hours? I dunno what time does the sun start to rise—?”

“You’re a mess dude!” Bobata flopped onto Terushima’s bed, pulling out his phone to play some games while Terushima got ready. This was  their daily routine. It started with Terushima being dangerously close to oversleeping until Bobata swooped in to get his ass in gear. Terushima always took extra time getting ready because, if they were to be real, neither one really had the desire to go to school. But they went anyways because Futamata would beat their asses collectively if they didn’t. Again, just best friend things.

“I mean you’re not wrong,” Terushima pulled on a shirt that didn’t smell like ass and pulls on his blazer. He refused to put on the mandatory tie on principle. Ties were a representation of capitalism and oppression! Two things Terushima would never support. “I’m a hot mess, though.” he added in with a wink

Bobata snorted, “Unbelievable. That’s what you are.” Terushima walked over and stood in front of Bobata, backpack hanging off one shoulder. Bobata reached a hand out and urged Terushima to bend down. “Lemme take a look at your hair real quick.”

Terushima’s was going through a metamorphosis. Changing his appearance and dynamics and well, his entire being. A revolution was in process. As Terushima bent he suddenly felt awkward. And he hated it. His transformation was complete now with his hair cut. His natural hair was dark brown. However yesterday, on impulse, Terushima had went to get it cut, styled, and dyed . Now he was rocking a blond undercut that became the cherry on top for his new look. Coupled with his earrings that he got pierced over a week ago and his tongue ring that he got done the same day, Terushima looked like a fully bonafide delinquent.

Which was fine . Delinquent was what he was going for.

Bobata’s hands fell to his hair and carded through Teru’s hair. Teru shut his eyes, stomping down his awkwardness to enjoy the careess. “Mmm, stop that. I might jump you.” Terushima purred.

“Shut up, idiot.” Bobata was having none of Terushima’s shit. Teru laughed, “It feels soft,” Bobata continued his petting slowed. “How’d your parents react?” his voice got quiet. Terushima tensed.

But the tension didn’t last. He was smiling shortly after, standing up straight so they could get a move on. And push through the discomfort of talking about his parents in any way shape or form. “They haven’t seen it yet.” Both his parents were off on a business trip. Nothing too uncommon in the Terushima household. He wasn’t looking forward to their return. But he was looking forward to their reactions once they saw his hair. They would be utterly disappointed and filled with resentment. Terushima could practically see it on their faces now. “Come on, man. Let’s go. I feel like Takeharu’s gonna call us any minute now—”

His phone started going off just as he mentioned their other friend’s name. Bobata threw his head back and cackled while Terushima got his phone. The two were heading out the door as Futamata’s screeching rattled Terushima’s ears. “ How long do you plan on making me wait!? ” Futamata yelled.

Futamata was the final piece to their trio. He lived closer to their school so he would wait up for the two at school. Bobata had been Teru’s friend for years but Futamata had joined their duo in middle school. They all ended up attending the same high school, Johzenji because the three musketeers could never be separated. Such a fate was unacceptable. The three got into so many hijinks the teachers stopped attempting to discipline them. They acted like a domino effect: if one person was going to do somethingfuckinig stupid , you better believe the other two weren’t far behind.

Bobata’s laughter carried as they walked down the street for the train. “Uh, we just put on our clothes.” Terushima covered his mouth to hold back his laughter, moving it away from the phone to shot a look at Bobata. Bobata was snickering along with him, shaking his head.

“Oi! Yuuji! Let’s just stay home today! I’m already tired!” Bobata played along, hitching his voice higher than usual.

“Hmmm, Kazu~” Teru pretended to contemplate the idea. “That sounds like a good plaj. I was gonna rage play after school but why wait till then? I could just rage play now and skip school all together! You in?”

“Oh I’m so in.”

“ You’re both dumb as shit. You’re already at the train station, aren’t you ?” Futamata wasn’t buying their shit and rightfully so. He had to deal with the dynamic duo’s antics all last year. He was immune to their nonsense.

Terushima and Bobata broke out into laughter while they entered the train station. Businessmen, students, and citizens walked haphazardly throughout the station. “Yeah, how’d you know?” Terushima asked through laughter.

“ Because you’re idiots who aren’t that hard to figure out. Can you just hurry up? I’m hiding out in the convenience store a few blocks away from school and I refuse to walk in late without my squad! ”

“Yeah yeah yeah, we’re coming soon. Bobata! Say goodbye to our child!” Terushima held up the phone and Bobata took it, making kissy noises into the receiver.

“Daddy loves you so much we’ll see you soon son!”

“Oh sweetheart,” Terushima cooed, pinching Bobata’s face as they boarded the train. “You’re gonna embarrass him in front of all his friends.”

“ I HATE YOU BOTH GOODBYE! ”

Terushima was met with the angry beeping of an ended phone call. Him and Bobata exchanged glances before breaking out into laughter. They were dumb. But they were dumb funny together and that was the best kind of funny to be.

/

He expected staring. Terushima walked down the halls with his hands in his pockets and his head held tall. As he did, he attempted to pay no mind to the whispers and the pointing from his classmates. Blond hair and piercings were a sure sign of defiance. He knew very well how much he was deviating from the norm with his decision. In the moment, he didn’t give a fuck. Terushima was impulsivity incarnate. He went with his gut first and listened to his head later. He rarely, if at all, experienced regret. Or rather, he didn’t linger long enough on the negative attention to let regret seep into his bones and weigh them down.

Girls stared or moved out of his way as he walked down the hall. Guys tensed, not knowing if they should pick a fight or prepare for a fight. Terushima already had a reputation for being wild. He did what he wanted, when he wanted. But changing his appearance was apparently the last straw for some people. Too bold.  

He walked into his class five minutes late, sliding the door open as his teacher was going through attendance. He ignored the weird ache in his stomach and slapped on his usual, shit-eating smile.

“Mornin’, sensei~! You’re wearing the green suit again? I keep tellin’ ya it doesn’t go with your eyes!” the whispers came again. Some were heated. They asked what he was doing and what the fuck went wrong. Others were envious, commenting how bold of a choice it was to dye his hair blond. He was used to it. He expected this.

The very same thing happened when he pierced his ears. And when people found out his tongue was pierced too? God, he remembered sitting in the teacher’s office for hoursgetting lectured about how appearance was everything and he practically felt his soul astral project out of his body to Pluto.

Keiichi, his teacher, looked annoyed. Pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose with his hands on his hips as Terushima lazily strolled into class towards his seat. “Late again I see, Yuuji-san. Rather than sharing unnecessary comments about my fashion, which is great mind you.”

“Lol yeah okay,” Terushima said just loud enough for the few people around him to hear. The class laughed and he felt energized. He loved this. Loved causing a scene and seeing the reactions he earned afterwards. He was such an attention whore and he wasn’t even ashamed to admit it.

“But you’re late!” Keiichi-sensei pressed, scowl deepening. “Consistently, for the fifth time this week. Which is unacceptable. Therefore, meet me in my office after school.”

Terushima acted as if he hadn’t just heard his teacher’s rant. Perking up delayed a few seconds after. Eyes widened and mouth opened in feigned shock, “Oh what? Sorry I zoned out.”  Terushima bit back on his grin as laughter broke out and his teacher’s glare turned deadly . Boy … if looks could kill. But Terushima felt so satisfied .

Sure, maybe Terushima should down the sass a bit.  Give his teacher a chance to, well teach . But Terushima was feeling so antsy. He blamed the staring and whispers from earlier. The negative attention, though he loved attention and swallowed it up greedily with every chance he got, grated on his nerves more so than he thought they would. He bounced his leg up and down as his teacher continued with class, taking the high road by ignoring him. Terushima snorted.

His teacher was going to get his excess snark to balance the universe out. Such was how the world was going to play out. Class went on without much issues. As time passed people cared less about giving glances and more about their schoolwork. Great, for Terushima! Who could turn his attention to the window because he couldn’t pay a lick of attention for longer than five minutes. Especially on boring content. Terushima would rather wax his legs then sit through fifty minutes reading some dead guy’s poetry who was severely caught in his feelings. He’d just get notes from someone later. Maybe from Mimi-chan. She was cute, and they normally flirted a lot during lunch. So he could hit two birds with one stone easy peesy.

/

Thank God lunch had finally rolled around. Terushima looked down at his notebook. Rather than having taken notes on the math problems they learned, his book was filledwith designs for characters, monsters, anything his mind could think of. He held up his book with a childish-like pride. “Man, Terushima your a Picasso in the making!”

“What’s that, Teru-kun?” Ah, it was Mimi-kun! Terushima lowered his book and in front of him was Yoshida Mimi. They’ve shared classes before their first year of high school. They clicked immediately, Terushima liking her carefree attitude and Mimi liking his no-strings-attached mentality. They hooked up quite a bit last year, and some more continuing into the new school year as well. She was beautiful, in Terushima’s eyes.

Her black curls bounced, framing her round face. Whatever mascara she wore was magical because it made her eyelashes look ten times longer and curlier than what they should have been. And, Terushima’s eyes immediately went to her cleavage and a goofy grin curled on his lips. She had great breasts too.

“Oi! Teru-kun, my eyes are up here.” but there was no venom in her voice. Another thing he digged about this girl was her super chill personality. Any other girl would have slapped him sideways but not Mimi! A true ride or die she was, in Terushima’s eyes. “And you didn’t answer my question.”

“Haha, sorry Mimi-chan. Got distracted,” he stuck out his tongue, leering. but it dissolved into laughter shortly after as Mimi huffed and pulled up a chair to sit by his desk. He laid down his notebook, hands splayed at the ends as he proudly displayed his newest work. “It’s another masterpiece! I title it, Aliens vs Dinosaurs !” he pointed at a T-rex covered in armor holding a sword, facing off against a three-headed alien with a flaming gun. Terushima pointed, “See see! The Aliens have come trying to colonize the Dinosaurs but the Dinosaurs are like fuck that and you man so they’re defending their land!”

Excitement danced through his voice as he rattled off to Mimi more of his story. Mimi laughed, resting her cheek in the palm of her hand. “You’re really talented, ya know? Oh, oh! Draw me next!”

“Hmmmm, maybe~” he didn’t comment on the talented part. He leaned closer, lowering his voice in her ear. “Like a … nude portrait?”

“Ewwww, gross! What foul things are you whispering about during lunch time?” A book dropped onto Terushima’s head. Mimi laughed and Teru stuck his tongue out, caught in the act but not even a least bit ashamed. Bobata, who had dropped the book, stared back with little to no amusement. Though Terushima wouldn’t be fooled. He knew that bastard was smirking underneath his fake deadpan.

Futamata was standing behind him, lips pulled up in a grimace. “Why are you like this?” and then he saw Terushima’s notebook and laughed, “Nice notes you got there, dude. What subject ya’ll working on?”

“This is my masterpiece!” Terushima would put more energy defending his artwork than his own reputation ten times over. “Besides, Mimi-chan was gonna gimmie her notes to copy, right?” he batted his eyelashes and Mimi hummed.

“Maybe~ Depends what I get in return,” her foot rubbed against her leg and the two shared a secretive smile. Futamata gagged and Bobata scoffed, reaching out to grab Terushima by the back of his collar. He gave him a good tug, dragging him up by his feet. “Enough out of you two. Save the nasty for elsewhere! If you keep flirting like this they’re gonna run out of weiner pan,” Bobata said.

He didn’t really have to say anything more after that. Terushima was already halfway out the door, running in place as he waited for his friends to catch up. “Oi! Ya’ll gonna stand there or are we gonna make moves ?”

“I hate him,” Futamata sighed. Mimi laughed, moving back to her group of friends now that Terushima was gone like the wind. They heard distant sounds of gasps, screams, and laughter. The general reaction to a wild Terushima on the loose.

“Yeah, same.” Bobata huffed but they were both grinning as they ran after him.

They found Terushima flirting it up with the lunch lady. Who was significantly older than the three of them combined but age never stopped Terushima . He was chatting her up, asking about her day, trying to finesse extra weiner pans. Everyday he tired to get three instead of one and everyday he failed. But today could be different!

“Come on! Pleaaaaaaaaase!” he whined, laying his body dramatically against the counter. “I’m a growing boy! I’ll starve!”

“I doubt that,” the lunch lady laughed. Bobata and Futamata came just in time to see Terushima throw a fit over being rejected. Again. “Now none of this whining! I tell you the same thing I tell everyone else: you can have extras if there are leftovers .”

“Leftovers? In this economy?” Terushima threw his hands in the air, ready to cause a scene. Bobata and Futamata slipped in underneath his raised arms, snatching their own meals and resting them on their trays. They also got a meal for Terushima. Who, no doubt, forgot to get his main one while he was trying to schmooze the lunch lady over a piece of bread.

“Hey, hey, there’s a line ya goon.” Bobata nudged Terushima with his shoulder.

“But!”

“Let’s goooooo!” Futamata led the fray and the three fell in line as they exited the lunchroom. Their go to spot for lunch was the rooftop. Off limits to students but Futamata had excellent lock picking skills and could get into the rooftop with ease.

The three took their seats on the roof, springtime sunlight shining cooly upon them. The weather was nice. There was a light breeze that made it cool, but not so cold that it was unpleasant. Clouds lazily strolled above their heads , thin and airy.

Terushima took a large bite into his bread as Bobata said, “So your costume change is a big discussion in my class. Well, amongst the girls anyways.”

The blond raised an eyebrow, swallowing, “Why can’t people mind their own business?”

“It’s funny how you act like you’re bothered,” Futamata smirked.

“I am!” a bit, kind of, more so than he’d let on. But also not, at the same time. Because the change was what he wanted. He actively seeked to make a ripple, a disturbance. Just, not from his peers. “Don’t they have something more important to talk about? Like the latest episode of Super Sentai!” another angry bite of his bread, “Now that’s discourse material.”

“Nerd,” Bobata snorted.

“Geek,” Futamata followed suit.

“Shut up!”

“Anyways!” Bobata laid on his back, looking up at the sky. “What do you guys wanna do after school?”

“Hmmm, arcade? We still gotta break the tie between you and Teru on Street Fighter.” Futamata offered.

“Ooo, that’s an idea,” Bobata hummed.

“I gotta meet with my teacher after school.” Terushima jammed his straw into his juice box and slurped, “Apparently my comment on their whack fashion sense was uncalled for   and necessary for reprimand. ” Terushima used air quotes around uncalled for and necessary for reprimand. “But jokes on them! Cause I’m not going.”

“A true rebel with a cause,” Bobata snickered.

“Oi! Can you not come for my neck for like two minutes you little—!” and thus a fight broke out between the two. Like clockwork, their lunches surrounded a two-v-one drag session with the one lone ranger inciting a full out brawl. Terushima had Bobata gripped by the collar, Futamata snapchatting it all, when his phone buzzed.

“Pause!” Terushima, still gripping onto Bobata’s shoulder, pulled out his phone. ONE NEW MESSAGE flashed on the screen. When he opened it and read the message his eyes lit up. “Oh fuck yes!” he typed out his response, his eyes a lit with excitement.

Bobata rested his chin on Teru’s shoulder, peering at his phone. “Oh, it’s from your uncle?”

Terushima’s uncle was perhaps, one of Terushima’s favorite human beings to ever walk the earth. They met once a month, sometimes even more, on the weekends to hang out. He was Terushima’s saving grace on multiple occasions. “Yeah! He just confirmed our plans for this weekend. Ah, I’m so hyped!”

“You’re gonna come back with more fox things, aren’t you?” Bobata teased, flicking the little fox charm that dangled from Terushima’s phone.

Teru sniffed, “They’re cute!”

“For now, until you find something new to obsess over.” Futamata said. “Speaking of obsession, what’s up with you and Yoshida?”

“Noooothin,” Terushima drawled. His phone buzzed again, a new message from his uncle. Then one more time, but it was a message from a girl in the neighboring class. He grinned, saving that text for later. Flirting was, of course, all about the reactions and Terushima learned rather quickly in his debauchery that keeping a good distance always made the heart grow fonder. “We’re still foolin’ around, if that’s what you mean.”

“She has such a thing for you dude,” Bobata shook his head. “It’s a damn shame she’s being wasted on you! Mr. Can’t Handle a Stable Relationship.”

“Mr. Doesn’t Date Anyone for More than Three Days,” Futamata added.

“Mr. Doesn’t Believe in Love,” Bobata grinned.

“Mr. Says he Doesn’t Believe in Love but is Actually the Biggest Hopeless Romantic of all—”

“OKAY SHUT UP I GET IT!” Terushima’s neck grew hot and he threw punches at both Futamata’s and Bobata’s shoulders. “You guys are the worst.”

“True,” they said at the same time.

“Just because ya’ll are jealous.”

Bobata snorted. Futamata gave him the dead eyes and Terushima flipped them off. And like that, they fell into casual routine. Finishing their lunches up as the bell rang. But the sound didn’t rush them one bit. They always took their time getting back to classes. Usually because they were fucking around for so long they lost time. Five minutes after the bell rang they finally made their move. The game plan was to meet by the shoe lockers after school and head to the arcade. Invite some girls along and then maybe finish the night with some karaoke. The later they stayed out, the better.

/

Classes were over and Terushima’s brain sighed in sweet relief. He had no idea what his history teacher spoke about for the last fifty minutes but he could only assume it was something boring and not worth his time. He yawned, leaning back on his chair as the sound of desks being pushed back and chairs being moved echoed in the background. Terushima should stay for cleaning, but then he remembered about his meeting after school. Fuck.

“Oi! Class Rep Izumi!” a brown haired teen with thick, black glasses turned around. “Can you do me a favor?”

Izumi sighed, “I already feel myself aging five years…”

“Aw, love nugget. That’s so sweet. I didn’t know I had such an effect on you~”

“What is it that you want, Terushima-san?” Izumi folded his arms and Terushima grinned, all lazy and catlike.

“Will you—?”

“No I’m not taking your cleaning duties.” Izumi shook his head and went back to moving his desk. Terushima whined, getting up from his feet and walking over to Izumi. Izumi yelped as Terushima’s arms wrapped around his middle, his nose pressing into his shoulder.

“Pleaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaase!”

“Terushima’s begging?” Nico, their other classmate, laughed. “God Terushima where’s your dignity?”

“Um, at home?” he grinned against Izumi’s shoulder, noticing the red that flushed on his neck. Ooo , he blew air against his neck, watching the hair stand up. Izumi’s reaction was priceless! He dropped his desk and turned around, fixing Terushima with a glare. He was shaking, entire face red, and Terushima was cackling , holding his hands by his sides.

“Class Rep, red is such a—such a good color on you—” he wiped at the tears forming in his eyes and went to grab his bag. “So I can leave my clean up duties to you, yeah?”

“What—?”

“—Thanks a million dude!” Terushima patted Izumi’s cheek and bolted out the door before he Izumi had a chance to complain. He snickered, another excellent escape by none other than Terushima! As he darted down the hall people turned to wave at him. Apparently, a day was enough time for people to get used to his change. Good. He waved back at them, his phone buzzing. No doubt getting messages from his group chat with Bobata and Futamata.

“Terushima!” his teacher slid back the door Terushima just ran by, hands on his hips. “Where do you think you are going? We have a meeting right now, remember?”

“Right now?” Terushima jogged in place  at the end of the hallway, “Mmm, maybe tomorrow? Tomorrow works better for me, ya know? Cause time’s a social construct after all and I’ve got plans so, bye!” and he’s off, darting down the hall. He heard footsteps and when he looked over his shoulder he saw his teacher hot on his heels.

Damn, for someone in their mid thirties they can really haul ass.

Terushima ran at full speed down the hallway, cackling all the while. He turned around a corner, jumping onto the railing of the stairs so he could slide down. “And he sticks the landing!” he posed in front of a group of girls who were standing at the bottom of the staircase. Most of them clapped. One just raised her eyebrow at Terushima, unimpressed.

“Were you not amazed the first time? Should I do it again?” he teased, ready to do it again when he heard the teacher’s voice. “Okay another time! Bye girls!” he stumbled a bit before booking it down the hall and outside.

Johzenji’s campus was pretty big. They had two main buildings that connected with an archway. Johzenji looked the best in autumn, when the leaves were changing. There were so many trees that were planted around campus, some people considered it a forest more so than anything else. Johzenji was best known for their academics, above else, which was why they had two buildings dedicated to academics. Terushima couldn’t escape to the western building, where other classes were held. The teachers would rat him out immediately.

So he went for the gym, which was one of the smaller buildings on campus. With any luck, he could hide in there for a few minutes until the coast was clear and then text his friends that he was safe and sound and ready for debauchery. He slipped into the gym, panting and ran for the nearest hiding spot: the storage room. Thankfully, no—luckily—the door was unlocked. So he slipped inside without a hitch. He hid behind one of the jumping boards and waited.

A few minutes passed before he decided to check his phone. “Dammit! No bars,” he couldn’t even send a hey guys the teacher’s got it out for me so if I die Bobata, you get my games and Futamata you get… all my love text. “I’ll just dip then,” he went to stand up when the door opened. Jumping, he’s expecting it to be the teacher who sniffed him out with their greyhound nose.

Instead, it’s some dude with a buzzcut he’s never seen before. And by his side was, probably, one of the prettiest girls Terushima had ever seen. He blinked. They stared back. Terushima immediately assumed they were staring at him because of his appearance, and he bristled. Ready for a fight when Buzzcut spoke up.

“You here for tryouts?” he smiled softly, but there was a hint of excitement mixed with anticipation in his eyes that made Terushima feel�� odd. Terushima was not… expecting that.

“Uh—” words, use your words . “No I—” there’s movement outside. He heard voices. The squeaking of sneakers against gymnasium floors. And above them all, he heard the voice of his teacher. He tensed again. Buzzcut and Pretty Brunette shared looks before Terushima heard the teacher’s voice grow closer. He gasped and ducked back down behind his hiding spot.

“Hey you two,” Keiichi wiped the sweat from his brow, fanning himself. “Have you seen, have you seen a student go by here? Blond hair? Piercings?”

Terushima’s heart flew up to his throat. They were gonna rat him out. He felt it in his bones. That soft smile be damned. All they had to do was mention seeing him and he was—

“Nope,” Buzzcut said. “Sorry, sensei.”

“If he comes by we’ll let you know,” Pretty Brunette followed.

The teacher disappeared. Buzzcut turned his gaze back to Terushima who was rising up again now that the coast was clear. Surprise colored Terushima’s face. He didn’t even bother to hide it.

“What? You thought we were going to rat you out or something?” rather than sounding offended, Buzzcut actually looked amused.

“Yes. 100% absolutely definitely,” his response came with little to no hesitation.

Pretty Brunette, God he needed to know her name out of principle, crossed her arms. “Just like you to not leave a stranger in need, Seiji-san.” she sighed, casting a glance over at Terushima. He winked in response and she scowled. “Even if they’re troublesome.”

“Trouble’s the new sexy, haven’t you heard?” Terushima maybe do less?

Buzzcut—no wait, his name was Seiji, laughed. “He’s funny, Hana-san. And he appeared just in time for tryouts. Which you’ll be staying for, right… ah, what’s your name?”

“Terushima Yuuji. And no! I won’t be staying for tryouts. I got a basketball game tomorrow and I’m running late for it so—Thanks for the offer!”

“Wait!” Seiji grabbed Terushima by the arm as he walked by, releasing when Teru shot him a look. “Ah, sorry. I—it would be a waste if you didn’t try out. Since you’re here after all.”

“Me?” Teru raised an eyebrow, “Try out for volleyball? I’ve never played.”

“That’s fine!” Seiji smiled and Hana shot him a look. “Terushima-san, was it? I actually saw you running into our shed. You’re fast, and you look like you’re really athletic. You’d be a great asset to the team if you tried out.”

This was a joke, right? It had to be a joke. Terushima had never joined an organized sport before. But no, the look in Seiji’s eyes said he was very serious. Ah, his phone buzzed again in his pocket. He looked down and there were ten new messages from his group chat and a few messages from Mimi. He should go. He really should but.

He made the mistake of looking over his shoulder. The team was warming up with sets and spikes. He watched in utter fascination as the ball was set and a player ran up by the ride side, jumping in the air, and spiking it down the other side of the net with great force. The sound of the spike resonated with Terushima. He looked at the spikers jumping and suddenly, he wanted to do it to. It looked fun. And it was just for a few hours.

He turned back to Seiji and Hana, and Seiji was looking at him as if he already knew the answer. Terushima shrugged, feigning nonchalance even though the smile on his face was pure giddy excitement. “Yeah sure. Okay. You saved my ass back there so why not.” He’d try out today, at least to repay the favor. He’d also explain to Bobata and Futamata why he bailed, which they’d hopefully understand. And then tomorrow he’d get back into his routine of fuckery incarnate and avoid the gym at all costs so he didn’t have to go back the next day.

Yeah. That’d work.

“Awesome!” wow, Terushima winced from how bright Seiji’s smile was. He had one of those smiles that made you want to trust him with all your secrets and then some. He patted Terushima on the shoulder. “Let’s go get you a penny and a change of clothes.”

[markyishanthonymartinez]

4/17/17

i rushed home to hopefully do this before you check.

today was alright i guess.

no. no no no. 

today was great. like sometimes i think about my days and I'm like, “eh yeah it was pretty normal, decent day, whatevs,” but like that’s so dumb. like most days are so great. today was average, but there’s so many great awesome wonderful things that happen every day that i dont think about or appreciate cause i’ve become desensitized to them as being good things and that’s no bueno. 

okay gonna talk about even the lil tings.

i woke up a bit late if i’m being honest, but that’s okay. i sprung straight out of bed and made a quick breakfast (quietly of course, cause logan was slep). ate, got dressed. okay tbh i looked cute af today. i wore one of my fav shirts, which is my pink state champs shirt and like i just really think soft colors really work well with me cause they kinda play well with how dark and defined my hair and facial features are and stuff (honestly that’s probably why like 60% of my closet is white shirts). but yeah and not to mention that pink is kinda polarizing and makes people double take and idk fam, i paired that with my favorite khakis (cuffed up once of course), my normal black vans that i’ve probably worn for like 100000 days straight, and my black bomber jacket that i wear sempiternally. idk i thought the fit was fly af and i felt dank and looking good=feeling good and feeling good is always worth noting. 

went to class. instrumentation is half pointless at this point, cause like we already had our last midterm and the final isn't a written final, the only final for the class is a lab practical. and we’ve learned all the things that the practical could be on. so like in a very loose use of the word, class is kinda pointless the rest of the way. obviously there’s homework and learning and stuff so it’s not completely pointless, but having that in the back of my head just makes it a bit difficult to give my undivided attention in class. even poles was doing other stuff and he’s alwayyyyyyys the attention-payer. bags and jeff are always on their phones and I'm kinda in the middle 4ever. wait also, we got our test scores posted online like a week ago, but he hasn't even mentioned passing the test back to us and like, “fam... if the tests are graded and the scores are entered into canvas then why can't i have it?????????? @ ME” 

after class, as we do every monday, wednesday, friday, we went to the ecc and put in two hours of homework time. i almost finished the mech design due thursday and that’s good cause i need to turn my attention to the heat transfer test on thursday as soon as i can. OH DANG ALSO i finally listened to the new kendrick record. that probably sounds ridiculous considering how hyped i was for kendrick last night and i hadn't even listened to his record, but lemme essssplain. i, mark anthony martinez, love love love listening to records in full and will hold off listening to singular songs until i find the time to run through a record. i just love following the story and letting it all hit me in one fell swoop. but yeah DAMN. is DAMN. absolutely wonderful. kendrick has really outdone himself, and that’s saying something considering his last two releases have been instant classics. i just identify so much with the record and i can't say enough great things. but yeah gr8 times, did hella homework and listened to gr9 record, happy merk. 

then we all walk together to systems. okay this one asshole has been kinda trying to take our seats for the past two weeks and i’m gonna kick his teeth in next time he does it.... okay not really i’ve never been in a fight. but forreal, WE’VE SAT THERE ALL SEMESTER, 1-2-3-4-5. JT ON THE END, THEN ME, THEN POLESIES, FOLLOWED BY JEFF, AND FINALLY BAGS. EVERYONE ELSE RESPECTS SEATS. WHY CANT YOU, YOU DISRESPECTFUL UNGRATEFUL TURD BASKET. no, but really, fam has sat in the row behind us allllll semester and like just last week he decided to try us? nahhhhh, aint gonna fly. 

anyways, jt didn't get a seat with us because of that, and like he just walks up and loudly proclaims, “DAMN MAN, WHY DO PEOPLE GOTTA FUCK UP THE STATUS QUO?” same jt, same. 

systems was dope. it’s probably my most fun class considering how dynamic and interesting and just all things it is. v hard, but i love to dip my mind into the material. 

wow okay i just peeked at the clock and whoops.

ummm okay then i came home with poles and bags and logan was on the couch watching the arsenal game on his phone cause i guess the nbc sports xbox app wasn't working. so i came to the rescue and put the game on my laptop and connected it to our projector, yay haps logan. 

then we all hung out for a bit and did guy stuff.

talk shit about each other and talk about memes and make fun of bags for breaking poles’ garbage disposal

arsenal won, logan was haps, i wasn't lol. 

then poles left to go try to fix his garbage disposal lol. and logan bags and i kinda just hung out and continued the previous activities and yeah. bags left for work and logan left for the airport and i did homework while listening to más kendrick. 

then i had a game tonight. tyler didn't show up... which is weird cause like he’s the one that organized this and like is one of our better players and prettttty sure he took and nap and just slept through everything lol. but anyways, we played tke. FUCK TKE. (in case bags reads dis). but yeah uh they weren’t very good. like they weren't garb, and had a few solid players, but in the grand scheme of things they did a lot of nothing lol. we had soooooo many chances that we didn't put away. we got the first goal through nathan early on. then they tied it up and kinda celebrated all over the place, which sorta kinda maybe pissed me off. so, naturally, i scored a beautiful little heel flick that drew cheers form the tke crowd lol. and then nathan set me up beautifully for a second that i got really clean connected on and drilled passed the keeper from outside the box. it ended like that 3-1. oh oh oh also one of the refs was a rad friend that lived on my floor in the dorms that i hadn't seen in 15k years so that was nice to see her. oh wait at the end, okay hold on, why am i always a dickhead? like the the crowd kinda got on my nerves a few times cause they were just being overly rambunctious. so what does lil ole mark decide to do? i go into sarcastic mark mode, but not verbally (well okay a lil verbally), mainly physically. like one time they kicked the ball out and said they were all like WTFFFF FAM THAT WENT OUT OFF HIS BACK. and like it defs didn't and the refs knew it didn't and i’m kinda just chuckling and then one of them is like, “see, he’s laughing, he knows it went off his back” so of course, what do i do. i literally point at my back and just lay down in the middle of the court. then there were other things here or there, but yeah i was nice most of the time. 

came home, eating pizza, gonna shower and slep now. 

april seventeenth is a beautiful day.

happy birthday lil ms orange

ilylots

hope you did fun things//and even if you’re old and grody, stay beautiful

- mark anthony martinez