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itsmattsunshinehere · 4 years

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hi!!!!!! could i request some hcs of Kuroo, iwaizumi and Akaashi crushing on a girl that’s flirty but is completely oblivious when people flirt back?

Of course you can! Thanks for your request, here’s yours, hope you like it! 😘💘

-L

Kuroo Tetsurou / Iwaizumi Hajime / Akaashi Keiji x reader.

Kuroo Tetsurou

You and Kuroo have been friends since you were young and you've always been very cheerful.

You've always liked teasing and you've never had problems talking with boys.

However, your flirty side comes out only when you are comfortable with someone and for this reason, people usually ask you if you have a crush on Kuroo or if you two are dating.

You don’t care if any girl has talked bad about you because of this side of you. As long as it doesn’t bother your best friend, you keep behaving as usual.

Your only problem is that you don't notice when others hit on you.

That's why your friend always looks on you and never leaves you alone at parties or you'd probably risk to be taken away cause you're way too innocent.

Kuroo once took you to a party and left you alone to go get a drink for you two and when he came back you were already surrounded by three guys with doubtful intentions.

Kuroo had come to you right away and tried to drag you away, but you refused to move telling him that the boys had just asked you if you wanted to take a tour of the house.

Kuroo obviously ignored you by dragging you away, but when one of the three took you by the wrist and started driving you around the house, Kuroo went mad and punched the boy, starting a fight.

Luckily someone managed to stop your friend and the other guy and then you brought Kuroo away and went back to the apartment you share with him.

Once you got home, you tried to calm him down by putting him on the couch and turning on the television to distract him while you wiped his blood-soaked face.

And just as you passed the sanitizer on his face, Kuroo realized his big crush on you, while hearing the soundtrack of Harry Potter in the background.

Eureka: he has an idea.

A very stupid one.

He looked you in the eye, taking your hands and stopping you.

"Oh, I'm sorry, did I hurt you?"

"Are you a dementor? Because you take my breath away."

"Tetsu what the fuck, you have a broken lip and all you think about is to try one of your stupid pick up lines with me? And for the records, I'm so disappointed!”

Kuroo looked at you confused but soon after started to giggle at your obliviousness.

Iwaizumi Hajime

The fact that you're flirty is probably because you spend too much time with Oikawa.

Oikawa himself has named himself your sensei.

One day you also started a game with Oikawa about who would collect more numbers in an hour.

Of course, both of you cheated, coming up with fake numbers. The only problem was when Iwaizumi forced you to call them to confirm that they were real.

Oikawa had to pretend he could speak Spanish because he wasn't as smart as you and he wrpte down the numbers without looking at the prefixes and for this reason there were foreign ones on his list.

You like to flirt with anyone but never start something serious and you simply love when the boys you flirt with are very shy.

That's why one of your favorite victim is Iwaizumi.

Every time you turn to him with a pick up line he blushes right away.

But unfortunately you never notice when someone try to hit on you, making it difficult for boys to confess to you.

Poor Iwachan who has a crush on you: Oikawa always teases him knowing your problem.

One day the three of you went out together and because of a bet, Oikawa forced Iwaizumi to use one of your cheesy lines with you.

"Hey, do you not remember drunkenly walking into my room?" he asked you blushing.

"No, I do not. When was this?"

"Next weekend."

"Oh! Do you want to throw a party Iwachan? But won't your parents be there too? I don't think that's a good idea, you know?"

So you started helping Iwaizumi throwing a party and planning everything as Iwaizumi banged his head on the table in front of you and Oikawa was literally choking on water to laugh.

Akaashi Keiji

Akaashi became aware of your flirty nature when you first hit on him the first time you saw him.

You're in class together, and when the first day of school he turned to you to ask for a pencil, you were impressed by how cute he looked.

"Do you believe in love at first sight or should I walk by again?" you asked him with a smile passing him the pencil.

Akaashi blushed immediately and after murmuring a thank you he turned back.

And omg he was SO PRETTY !!

So, you started using a different line every day just to see him blush because he was too cute and gradually Akaashi got used to your cheesy lines, noticing that it's just how you joke.

It’s a shame in the end he took a crush on you anyway.

It's also a shame that you act like this with everyone, but you don't notice when others try hitting on you.

One day he asked you if you could wait for him to finish practice because he needed to talk to you.

He had decided to confess and spent all the practice mentally making notes of all the advices Konoha and Bokuto gave him.

really not good idea.

"Can I follow you home?"

"Sure why?"

"My parents always told me to follow my dreams."

"Akaashi that's so sweet! You really want to go to Nationals, isn’t it?"

You had to hold Akaashi from headbutt the nearest streetlight.

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hopelikethemoon · 4 years

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Telenovela (Javier x Reader) {MTMF}

Title: Telenovela Rating: PG-13 Length: 2300 Warnings: None Notes: You can find everything about Maybe Today, Maybe Forever here. Set in 1990. Summary: Javier, Steve, and Reader have to get a motel.

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“Javier, do you only know where the shitty motels are in this country?” You groused, shielding your eyes from the setting sun as you stared ahead at the dilapidated motel which boasted FREE AIR CONDITIONING. That seemed highly unlikely.

Javier took off his aviators, passing them to you as he looked to Steve in the back seat. “You willing to drive twelve hours back to the city?”

“Uh…”

“That’s what I thought,” Javier clicked his tongue against his teeth, giving you a lingering look before he climbed out of the car. “I’ll get us the rooms.”

You arched a brow as you turned around to look at Steve. “I think we don’t have much of a choice.”

“Yeah, I got that vibe too.” He quipped as you both climbed out of the Jeep and followed Javier into the motel office.

As you anticipated — there was no air conditioning to be found inside. Behind the older gentleman at the front desk sat no less than five fans, all running at the highest setting in an attempt to cool down the room.

Steve folded his arms across his chest as he stared at the back of Javier’s head as he parsed things out with the motel owner. He turned towards you, “What’s going on?”

“For fuck’s sake, Murphy. Learn. Spanish.” You slapped him playfully in the arm, shaking your head. “Hang on,” You told him before you stepped forward, pulling your badge out of your back pocket and laying it on the desk for Miguel — the owner — to review.

You turned back towards Steve then, “Unsurprisingly, he didn’t believe Javier when he said we were just three co-workers.”

“What?” Steve questioned, before his eyes widened. “Oh.”

“Yeah.” You rolled your eyes, pocketing your badge. “Optics.” Hell, sometimes you were fairly certain there were people in the DEA that didn’t realize they had a female agent on the team. That you weren’t just a local that had got roped in to working as an informant.

You glanced back towards Javier and Miguel, throwing in a snarky comment about Steve’s inability to speak Spanish which earned you a grin from Javi.

Murphy was lucky he had the two of you — otherwise he’d be fucked.

“Unfortunately,” You explained to him. “They only have one room available for tonight.”

“Fucking typical.”

Miguel filled out the reimbursement form for Javier, passing it back across the counter with two room keys.

“Gracias!” Steve offered, before he followed you and Javier out of the office and back into the sweltering heat of the early evening.

The motel room was about what you expected it to be. There was one bed in the center of the room, which fortunately looked like it had clean sheets. But the hideous carpet had several questionable stains, which matched the curtains that covered the window.

“Well...” Your brows rose upwards, “I’ll sleep in the chair.” You told them as you stepped into the room. “You boys can have the bed.”

Javier scoffed, “You’re not sleeping on the chair.”

“I’m not sleeping on the floor.” You protested. “It’s fine, Javi.” You moved towards the chair, sinking down onto it.

It was shit. One of the legs was clearly shorter than the rest and there was no cushion to the pleather seat.

“See.”

He glared at you, “Steve, you’re sleeping in the chair.”

Murphy gave a short laugh, “Nice try, Peña.” He crossed his arms across his chest, shaking his head. “You can sleep in the chair.”

Javier pressed his tongue to the inside of his cheek, staring Steve down. There was something unspoken that was exchanged in that look — one you weren’t privy too. “Fine.”

You rose to your feet, looking between the two of them, before your gaze fell to the bed. “It’s a King. I bet it would fit the three of us.” It would be a tight fit — but it would solve whatever this stalemate was.

“Javier will be fine in the chair.” Steve stated firmly, scratching at the back of his neck. “Right?”

“Yeah.” He rocked his jaw slowly, before looking towards you. “You want anything from the D1?”

“I’ll come with you.” You suggested, “Murphy can you get our shit out of the Jeep?” You questioned, passing the room key to him.

“Yeah, sure.”

Javier raked his fingers through his hair, glaring at Steve again. “What do you want?”

“If they have any of that apple stuff…”

“Postobón?” You questioned. “I’m buying you a Spanish textbook for your next birthday.”

“I think he’s just putting on,” Javier suggested. “If he doesn’t know the language, we get to do all the hard work.”

You snorted, “Then he’d know what I said about him in the office.”

Javier grinned at you. “That was a good one.”

“Oh, I know.” You smirked, before looking back towards Steve. “No offense.”

“None taken.”

——

The D1 was a five-minute walk down the road from the motel. The sun had nearly dipped below the horizon by the time you reached it.

“You gonna tell me what the fuck that was about?” You questioned, shifting the basket from one hand to the other as you grabbed a couple bottles of Postobón, loading the basket.

“What was what?” Javier questioned, arching a brow as he looked at you.

“That look between you and Steve.” You narrowed your eyes at him. “I really don’t mind sleeping in the chair.”

“It’s fine.” He shrugged a shoulder. “We’ll get a couple hours of shut-eye and hit the road at first light.”

“Alright.” You studied him as he turned back towards the shelves, grabbing a bag of chips off the shelf and stowing it in his own basket. “What? Are you afraid to sleep in a bed with Steve?” You teased lightly. “Don’t worry, I won’t tell the assholes at the embassy.”

He flipped you off.

“I’ll even promise to keep my hands to myself.” You arched a brow, a smirk playing over your lips. “Unless you’re into the alternative.”

Javier nearly dropped the bottle of lemon-flavored Postobón he’d grabbed for himself. “Fuck off.”

You rolled your eyes, “Just a suggestion.”

Something about the look he fixed you with made a shiver run down your spine. It was hard to read what the look meant, to begin with. Did he hate that suggestion that much? Usually he didn’t take much offense to the barbing comments you exchanged with each other.

But Javier was a hard one to read on a good day, sometimes.

———

You sat in between Steve and Javier on the bed, staring at the TV screen across the room. After thirty minutes of fussing with the antenna, Steve had managed to coax the television into working.

“One of you is going to have to interpret,” He complained as he settled on a channel that was playing re-runs of Gallito Ramírez. Something that both you and Javier were willing to settle on, given that Steve wasn’t going to understand it anyways.

“Eat your chips and hush.” You quipped as you nudged him in the ribs playfully. “If you watched more telenovelas, you’d likely learn Spanish.”

“I know some Spanish.” He said as he ate a chip. “Is that guy’s name Javier?”

“Wow.” You snorted.

Javier met your eyes and chuckled, “At least he knows my name.”

“Oh, fuck you both.” Steve huffed, taking a sip of his drink. “What’s the synopsis.”

“It’s stupid.” You answered, “Javier — Gallito — is training to become a boxer. He’s in love with Carmenza, but she’s from a wealthy family above his social class.”

“She also wants him to quit boxing.” Javier added.

“Yeah.” You nodded your head, looking towards Steve. “And then there’s this other woman—”

“Diana.”

“Who he’s also in love with. She’s in the same social class as him.” You stole a chip out of Javier’s bag, taking a moment to eat it before you continued. “But he belongs with Carmenza.”

Steve tilted his head to look at the two of you, “And you’ve both watched this?”

You nodded, “It ended back in… 1986 or 1987. It’s always on at night.”

He arched a brow at you, “Really?”

“Get your head out of your ass, Murphy.” Javier snapped. “Neither of us sleep. And this shit’s always on.”

“I wish I had Margarita’s hair,” You remarked as you leaned towards Javi and rested your cheek against his shoulder.

“Well, since I don’t have a fucking clue what’s going on… I’m going to take a shower.” Steve dusted his hands off on the front of his jeans, before he moved to get out of the bed. “Javier, get your bed sorted out.”

“Real funny.” He sat his drink aside and moved to get out of the bed. You watched him as he moved towards the corner of the room, pulling the chair towards the table.

“Are you sure you don’t mind sleeping over there?” You questioned, tucking your legs beneath you as you sat up, your eyes drifting back towards the TV as the main characters kissed. “Carlos has the best hair.”

Javier rolled his eyes, “Yeah, I’m fine sleeping over here. It’s not so bad.” He said as he propped a pillow up on the chair. “See?”

You looked back at him then, smiling a little. “We’ll see if you think it’s ‘not so bad’ in the morning.” You teased lightly, “Did you know they got married in real life?”

“Hmm?”

“Carlos and Margarita.”

He pursed his lips, “Not surprised.” Javier nodded his head towards the screen. “No one can act that in love with someone and not really be.”

“Like you know anything about love.” You scoffed as you climbed out of bed, rolling up the two bags of chips and using the hair tie on your wrist to close them up.

You caught him staring at you as you looked back at him, but he looked away quickly, his eyes fixed on the TV again.

Then again — what did you know about love?

———

“How are you doing over there?” You questioned, your eyes barely able to make out the outline of Javier in the darkness of the motel room. You could hear him shuffling around in the chair, trying to find a comfortable position.

He wasn’t going to find one.

“Go to sleep.” He grumbled, huffing again and — from what you could hear — the chair must’ve threatened to tip over on the bed leg as he tried to find a better way to sit. “Fuck.” Javier swore as something that sounded like an arm or a leg hit against the little table that was beside the chair. There was another solid thud, which sounded more like a person hitting the floor.

“For fuck’s sake, Javier.” Steve hissed out. “What are you doing?” The bed dipped beside you a second before he turned the bedside lamp on.

You tried hard not to laugh as you took in the sight of Javier sprawled out on the floor with the table toppled over on him. “How the fuck did you do that?”

“Piece of shit chair—” He cut himself off as he hauled himself up off the floor. “Goddamn piece of shit knocked itself over.” Javier explained lamely, pushing his fingers through his hair as he looked towards the bed. “I was trying to prop my legs up.”

“Yeah.” You pursed your lips, fighting the urge to laugh at his plight. “Javier, there’s plenty of room over here.” You gestured at the expanse of real estate between you and Steve.

“I’m fine.” He insisted, looking towards Steve briefly. You turned to glare at Steve, catching his gaze as he sighed heavily.

“Stephen Murphy.” You warned him, “I don’t know what your deal is. But let the poor man sleep in the bed. Otherwise we’re both going to be paying for it tomorrow.”

“Jesus Christ.” He raked his hand over his face, sinking back against the bed. “Fine, whatever. Get up here Javier.”

“The chair isn’t—”

“I will knock you unconscious with that chair if you don’t get over here and lay the fuck down, Javier.” You seethed. “You’re gonna sit over there, huffing and puffing all night and none of us are gonna get any sleep.”

“Technically,” Steve interrupted. “I was asleep before he fell.”

You glared at him. “As I was saying,” You settled Javier with his own look. “Get over here and lay down and shut the fuck up. Both of you.”

Men. The great lengths men would go to, just to avoid having to sleep in a bed with each other. Though, Javier had refused to sleep in the bed with just you too. Regardless, they were both being idiots about the situation.

“We’re going to be twice as tired tomorrow if we don’t get some sleep and frankly, I’d really love it if you two didn’t fight like old women the entire way home back you didn’t get your beauty sleep.”

“For the record,” Javier nodded his head towards Steve. “He needs a hell of a lot more beauty sleep than I do.”

You snorted, “Whatever helps you sleep at night.”

Javier feigned offense as he climbed up into the middle of the bed. With both you and Steve on your sides, Javier had plenty of room between the two of you.

“Better?” Steve asked as he shut off the bedside light, sending the room into darkness once more.

“Much.” Javier answered him as he reached towards you and rested his hand against your back for a brief moment. “Thank you.” He added and you couldn’t help but smile to yourself.

“Whatever.” Steve mumbled, thinking Javier was thanking him. You swore your back still burned in the wake of his touch and you had to talk yourself down from getting anywhere near that ledge.

Javier wasn’t that guy.

This wasn’t some cheesy telenovela.

#javier pena #javier pena x reader #pedro pascal x reader

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addictofsupernatural · 4 years

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OHSHC Rewrite: Episode 3a

Beware the Physical Exam!

Host Club x reader

Summary: Y/n has to deal with Maria's nephew coming for a visit right before the physical exams.

Word Count: 5k

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"Welcome ladies!"

You were outside talking to some of your clients, and they were excited that you wore a kimono for cosplay. In the middle of talking to them Kyoya appeared smoothly, trying to sell picture books of the host club. It made you wonder, how did he get those pictures?

A little later you didn't have any clients so you asked Honey and Mori if you could sit with them, and they agreed. You and the girls became quiet once Honey tried to make some tea. He was mixing too hard and almost everything had spilled out, but none of you knew what to say. You bit your lip and looked from the girls to Mori, who understood. He leaned over to Honey, saying, "You overdid it."

Honey looked at the almost empty bowl and looked very sad. "It's okay Honey-senpai! I'll drink it." One girl exclaimed.

"Yeah, if it was anything more it would be too much!" The other one chimed in.

He then beamed again. "Really?" He looked at you. "What do you think y/n-chan?"

You smiled. "I think you made enough for the ladies to not have to drink too much. It's very modest and considerate of you Honey-senpai. It shows how good your heart is."

He jumped into a hug with you. "Thanks y/n-chan!"

Once the Host Club closed for the day, you wandered around looking at the cherry blossom trees. Tamaki saw you and decided to try to work his charm again.

"Hello y/n."

"Oh, hey senpai." You gave him a small smile.

"The flower viewing reception went quite well. What do you think? Aren't the flowers today captivating?"

"Yeah, they're really pretty."

He took this as his chance. "Even so, it's rather daunting being admired than doing the admiring."

You sighed. "Wow senpai, I can really see how much you're blooming today." You said sarcastically.

"You noticed! Yes, today my beauty is in full bloom." He then flicked a heart with his fingers to you. "I bet you'll fall you me soon."

"I'll take that bet." You joked.

Tamaki smiled and was about to say something back when the twins interrupted. "So y/n, what are you gonna take for next term?"

You paid no mind to Hikaru's arm around your shoulder. "I haven't really thought about it yet."

"Why don't you take conversational French with us?" Kaoru suggested.

"Yeah, it does make sense," Hikaru added.

They then turned back to Tamaki, evily smiling as they said, "Since we're in the same class."

Tamaki sat near a tree and hugged his knees into his chest. "Say, mommy dear?"

Kyoya smiled. "What is it now, daddy?"

"It might just be my imagination, but it seems like the twins get to spend more time with my little girl."

"Tamaki, you're just now realizing that?" It was like Tamaki was struck by lightning. "If you look at these two charts, you'll see that the twins spend roughly 8 hours a day with y/n, which is a third of her day. You, on the other hand, spend a mere 3 hours with her, meaning about 12% of her day—"

"I DON'T WANNA HEAR IT I DON'T WANNA HEAR IT!!" Tamaki quickly grabbed your shoulders. "Listen to me y/n, daddy wants you to stop hanging around those two shady twins!"

"Who you calling shady boss?" Hikaru asked.

"Yeah, take a good look at yourself!" Kaoru added.

"Tamaki-senpai, please calm down. It's just a class together." You took his hands off your shoulders. "You know what? If I need any help in French then I'll most likely go to you."

"Really?!" His eyes shown, only to go to confusion. "Wait, what do you mean most likely?"

"If I need help in the moment, I'll ask the twins." He began crying again. "Senpai, calm down—"

"All daddy wants is for you live a wholesome life!"

You sighed. "Why do you call yourself that?"

"Y'know y/n," Kyoya said. "It's pretty impressive that you're taking a class to learn a fourth language."

"Thank you senpai." You smiled at him.

"What does he mean by fourth?" Kaoru asked.

"Oh, Maria's latina so she taught me Spanish."

"A hispanic mother huh?" Hikaru said.

Kaoru then added, "You're very exotic."

You looked at them with an annoyed expression. "Sure." You then remembered something. "By the way, do you guys have anything you're doing this weekend?"

The twins looked at each other and then back at you. "No, why?"

You grinned. "Then let's do something! Anything."

They were taken back by your sudden forwardness. "What's got you so excited?" Hikaru asked.

"Yeah, where did this come from?" Kaoru added.

"Maria's sisters are coming over and one of them hates me."

"Why?" Hikaru asked.

"Cause I'm not Maria's biological kid. It's stupid. But it's not her I'm worried about." Your face then turned to a grimace. "It's her son, Satan."

"Geez, what's with the name calling?" Hikaru asked again.

"He gets his annoying personality from his mother, and he loves to go out of my way to try and get me mad. It makes him feel better or something. One time he cut the head off of my stuffed dinosaur my first mother had bought for me." You pouted.

Kaoru asked, "Just because Maria's not your mom?"

"Yeah, he feels like I'm at a lower class than him, and that I need to learn to stay like that. Maria tried to fix my stuffed dino, and God bless her tomboy heart, her sewing skills are terrible. It looks like a voodoo doll now." You sighed, shrugging. "Anyways, I wanna see his face as less as possible. So, you do two wanna hang out over the weekend?"

Tamaki jumped in. "I CAN'T LET THAT HAPPEN! YOU DON'T NEED TO BE SPENDING MORE TIME WITH THEM!"

"Why are you so weird about Hikaru and Kaoru?" You asked. "They aren't even doing anything."

"I'd hate to break up this little chat," Kyoya said. "But do you recognize the name Alarico Gonzalez?"

You whipped your head over to Kyoya's direction. "Why?"

"Because he's from y/c and just booked each host towards the end of host hours for tomorrow."

"It's him." You grumbled. "I'm gonna go clean up."

Tamaki then spoke up. "It's not to fret about. This is obviously a romantic comedy fic, and me and y/n the main cast! That means that in the end I'll swoop in and make her feel better."

"Yeah, then what are we?" Hikaru asked, referring to the rest of the hosts.

"You boys are the homosexual supporting cast!" He then drew a line on the ground with a stick. "So please make sure that you don't step over this line."

"This is ridiculous." The twins said.

"And boss, I don't think you get it." Hikaru said as he smiled.

"Y/n-chan values friendship very much." Honey said.

"And she considers all of us her friends." Kaoru said.

Kyoya chimed in. "If you were to take her away from the rest of her friends, she would probably become quite unhappy and limit her contact with you."

"That means that the rest of us get to spend more time with her, while she ignores you." Honey said.

"Especially more time with us," Kaoru said. "Since we're in the same class."

You walked up to them. "Okay guys, I'm done—"

"Tamaki grabbed you again." Don't worry y/n! I'll let you go with the twins this weekend."

"I mean, that's nice of you to say, but I wasn't asking for your permi—"

"As long as the rest of us go as well!" He then turned to everyone else. "Listen up gentlemen. We are all going to hang out with y/n this weekend."

"Sure, I guess. If you wanted to come senpai, why didn't you just ask?"

"Nevermind that!" He panicked. "Make sure you choose where you want to go."

You smiled sweetly. "Okay!"

The next day you felt irritated, knowing it was only a matter of time before you see Alarico and his stupid face. Kyoya reminded you that during host hours you had to be on your best behavior, which meant that you couldn't defend himself.

The twins were staring at you all day. They made in incredibly noticable when you were setting up the tea sets. "Can I help you two?"

"You haven't smiled at all today." Kaoru said.

"Yeah, this isn't normal."

"Don't worry, I'll make sure to smile when the guests come." You went around them and kept working, setting everything up.

"Why do you look sad y/n-chan?" Honey asked, trying to guilt trip you. "I don't like it. You're not like that because of me, right?"

"Of course not senpai. You're a sweet person." You said with a straight face. "Now excuse me." You continued and eventually finished up everything. You then walked to your place to welcome the girls. Sucking in a breath, you put on a smile.

"Welcome ladies."

You greeted your clients and they talked to you about what was going on with their lives. You threw out compliments and encouragements, and you hoped your smile would pay off. The stress was slowly coming off of you and your smile was becoming real. You did enjoy talking to all of your clients after all.

Your smile eventually became forced when Kyoya told you that someone requested for you to greet them at the door. You walked over to the door and opened it, smiling as best as you could. "Welcome sir."

He slapped your back hard. "Hey nickel. Long time no see."

You remained calm. "I didn't know we were using our nicknames Lucifer."

"Nickel?" Kaoru asked.

"Y/n would play the guitar and sing in the streets to save up some money. That's how she could afford to move. She would come home with bucket full of change. It's hilarious. So I call her nickel." He said, breaking out into a laugh. Though he was two years older than you, he was the about the same height as the twins. He then tossed his coat to you. "Show me where I go."

"Your first appointment is with the King. Right this way."

He looked you up and down. "This suits you nickel."

You ignored his comment. "Have a nice time."

You went back to your couch and talked to your clients. Meanwhile, Tamaki smiled warmly. "It's nice to meet you. The only person I've heard of from y/n is your aunt."

"Yeah, well, that's because she doesn't like what my mom and I have to say." You could feel his smug smile staring at the back of your head. You kept talking to your girls, trying to ignore him. "She just needs to accept who she is."

"And that is?" Tamaki smiled.

He smirked at Tamaki. "You know what they say, you can take the girl out of the streets but you can't take the streets out of the girl." Tamaki frowned. "Hey, what do you think of her? She was very keen on starting over, so I was wondering if she would be willing to share her past."

Tamaki tried to keep his princely self in tact. He smiled and sat up straighter. "I think she's a bright and smart person to be around. I enjoy her company, as do the rest of us here. And yes, she has shared some information with us regarding her past. We are her friends, after all."

"Trust me man, you don't wanna be too deep in her friend group. She had some really weird friends in y/c, and it's cause she's weird herself. She's got a lot of issues, and I wouldn't blame you if it sent you running." You knew what he was trying to do. Tamaki knew it. The rest of the hosts listening in knew it too. He was trying to isolate you, just to mess with you. "Well, gotta go to my next appointment."

He then got up and walked over to the twins' table. They hesitated to speak, but knew they had to be nice. "Nice to meet you." They said.

He quietly laughed. "Do you guys like to answer questions at the same time?"

They shrugged. "Sometimes."

"That's... strange." He grinned. They looked at him, offended and annoyed. "That's also the opposite from y/n, which is even stranger to me."

"Shit." You mumbled. You began to breath a little unsteadily.

"What do you mean?" Hikaru asked.

He laughed again. "You guys don't know?" They stared blankly at him. "Y/n has a twin brother. He up and ran away before their mom died. Apparently all three were supposed to leave together, but her brother left them high and dry."

You were starting to panic. Other people were turning their heads. Exposed. You felt so exposed.

"Excuse me for a minute." You quickly left the room and sat down on the floor, trying to catch your breath. You couldn't breathe, and your eyes began to sting from tears forming. You just couldn't breathe.

Tamaki and the twins shot up and ran to the door, but we're stopped by Kyoya. "Go back to your seats. There are guests waiting for you."

"Are you kidding?!" Hikaru barked.

"We need to see if she's okay!" Kaoru added.

"Kyoya, step aside!" Tamaki exclaimed.

"I don't have any appointments right now. I'll check on her. Go back to your seats." He then quickly left.

He saw you on the floor and sat down right to you. He put his arms around your upper arms and began to squeeze you tight in a hug. You tried to push him off, but he wouldn't budge. Soon you stopped moving and your breath stilled.

"Thank you." You weakly said.

"Of course."

"How did you do that?"

"It's a pressure point that calms a person's nerves." You weakly smiled at him. "How long have you been having anxiety attacks?"

You looked down. "I don't know. Years. It's been a while since I've had one up until now."

"Have you been medically diagnosed?"

You frowned and shook your head. "Let's go back in." You patted his thigh and got up. You stuck your hand out and he took it, having you hoist him up. You brought back your smile. "Thanks again senpai."

He nodded, though he also felt like the conversation needed be revisited, and would have to make sure of it. He opened the door for you. "Y/n!" Tamaki and the twins zoomed over to you.

"Sorry if I worried any of you. I just needed some air." You then sat back down on your couch. "Momo, let's resume our conversation."

"O–okay." She said, unsure whether she should ask if you were okay. "Is it okay if we take a walk in the maze? It's wonderful weather."

You grinned. "If you want to, I want to. Let's go."

When you two left, Alarico scoffed. "Still a damn baby." He then checked his watch. "Oh, switching time."

He walked over to Honey and Mori. Honey smiled at him. "You made y/n-chan really sad, so I think you should say sorry to make up for it. Kay?"

He shrugged. "I don't have to make up for anything. Like I said, she just doesn't like what I have to say. She doesn't want to face her reality, and I'm just trying to help her see it."

"So," Momoka asked you with your arms interlocked. "I was wondering if you would like to talk about what that boy you knew said."

"And here I thought I was host." You teased.

"Well, as a host it's your job to make the customers happy." She quietly stammered. "It would please me so if you had someone to talk to."

You scrunched up your nose. "You are way too nice Momo. It's grossing me out." You then looked straight ahead. "But it's much appreciated." You felt her eagerly stare at you. "Okay, we can talk."

"Really?" You nodded, and she hugged you.

"Out of the people I talk to everyday, and those who make an impression on me, I'm glad you're the one to want to talk to me like this." She smiled brightly. "Now, lead the way to that nice sitting stop first. I have no idea where to go." She nodded and took your hand, rushing to the spot.

Honey's face became darker. "Don't say mean things about y/n-chan, or I won't forgive you."

"No offense kid, but how old are you?"

"He's the same age as you." Hikaru angrily said as he sipped tea.

"Even so, some may argue that he's twice a man as you." Kaoru said as he also angrily sipped on his tea.

"Who knew important people would actually care about some rando girl from the nowhere."

"Don't talk about her like that." Mori said, standing up to hover over him.

"Stop talking about her like that, now." Honey warned.

Alarico scoffed. "Sorry little man, we're out of time." He then walked over to Kyoya, who was writing in his notebook. Honey was about to attack, but Tamaki quietly assured everyone that he knows Kyoya would handle things. "You seem to be the only who isn't phased by anything I say. That's good, since everyone's being weird about y/n."

"I assume it's due to the impression she's left on everyone here. It seems like the hardships she's had to endure has shaped her into a hard working and ambitious person."

"More like audacious." Kyoya just kept writing. "Not much gets to you, huh? That's pretty uninteresting."

"Well, I don't have a lot to worry about considering the position I'm in. You see, my family owns the largest police force in Japan. Just one phone call away and I could have over a hundred men in less than five minutes. So you see, I in fact do not have anything to worry about in this particular moment."

He frowned as you and Momoka came back in. "We're back." You happily announced.

"Did you ladies enjoy your walk?" Tamaki asked as he greeted you two at the door.

You and Momoka looked at each other and smiled. "We did." You said. "I had the pleasure of learning a few new things about Momo."

"Y/n! Those are secrets!" She blushed heavily.

"Don't worry, I'm not gonna say anything. Anyways, have a safe way home."

"You as well." She said, leaving.

You closed the door and saw that Alarico was the last person there. "Okay Lucifer, let's get on with this. Shall we?"

He said nothing but smirked at you as he bumped your shoulder walking to your couch. Everyone watched. You sat on opposite ends. "So, your friends don't know about Christian."

You calmly smiled. "He's not in my life, so there's not much to say about him. How've you been doing back in y/c?"

"You mean back home?" He asked tauntingly.

"This is my home now. A step up, don't you think?"

"For now, yeah. How's money been? You still singing in the streets?"

"Nope. Don't have to. Maria got a management position at this club. She got the job from a friend she made at a store. His name is Ryoji, and he's awesome. We've had dinner at his house a few times. His daughter's pretty chill."

"Look at you making little friends. Just like at the liquor store." You grinned, and he scooched closer to you. "Y'know, I just don't get the hype for you. There's something about you that I don't like."

"I'm well aware."

"I don't know where to put my finger on it." He looked you over. "Maybe it's because I've seen those nasty scars on your legs. It a pretty big turn off."

You grinned and shrugged. "Maybe that's it. Maybe it's because you don't like what I have to say about you. Just maybe."

He didn't like that. He grabbed your jaw, holding it tight. "Or maybe it's your face. I've seen the pictures of your parents, and you have your dad's looks." He roughly took away his hand. "Get me some tea."

"Of course." You calmly got up and went over to pour the tea.

"Hey, who was that Momoka chick? She was hot. You think she's easy to bed?" He then laughed.

"Hikaru, what time is it?" You asked as you stared straight ahead.

"Uh, 5:02?"

You nodded, setting down the tea pot. You calmly wrapped your arms around Alarico's shoulders, leaning in as if you were about to whisper him something. Instead you kneed his dick. He yelped and fell to the ground. "You bitch!"

"It's after hours now so I can say whatever I want." You looked down at him. "I don't give a shit about what you think of me, I never have. You know it, and you hate it. But when you talk about sleeping with a sweet girl just to spite me, that's when I get pissed."

"Fuck you!" He rolled to his side.

"Never talk about her in that way, ever, and stay away from her. Don't even try to fight me on this. It wouldn't be the first time I've kicked your ass. Now it's time for you to leave. Go." He got up and stumbled away.

You turned and saw everybody looking at you. "Well," Kyoya said. "I believe it's time to clean up."

You all began to clean up in silence. It was almost unbearable for the twins, as well as Tamaki. Hikaru and Kaoru had finally snapped when you accidentally bumped into them. "Excuse me—"

"WHAT DID YOU MEAN BY BEATING HIM UP BEFORE?!" They asked.

"Oh, that's what was bugging you?"

"Among other things." Tamaki said. "But that is a good question."

You remembered the fond memory you had of that night and giggled. "It happened one time, and it was totally his fault."

"Well, what happened?" The twins asked.

"He thought that it would be funny to scare me so he could hold it over me. But his plan for it failed miserably. He made a plan to come through our window in the middle of the night with a ski mask on and act like he was robbing us."

"But if it was in the middle of the night, wouldn't you be asleep?" Honey asked.

"Yup. He's not the smartest person around. Anyways, right when he climbs in he trips over our shoes and was unintentionally makes a lot of noice. I woke up and assumed there was a robber in the house, so naturally I grabbed the bat from under my bed and—"

"Why on Earth would you have a bat under your bed?" Tamaki asked.

"In case some idiot decided to put on a ski mask and climb through our window." You giggled, and everybody smiled in response. "Anyways, I ran up to him and swung to his stomach. He fell, and broke a flower pot in the process. When he got up, I swung again. He once again fell, but this time when he tried to get up he slipped and landed on our table, breaking it. He fumbled around and tried to grab onto this shelf, but the house was old and the shelf came down on him."

The twins bursted into laughter. "Where was Maria during all this?" Kaoru asked.

"Sleeping! I swear, I don't know what she'd do without me. There was so many crashing sounds!" The twins laughed again, and this time Tamaki chuckled as Honey giggled. "So I'm about to swing again, but he takes off the mask and yells at me. We're yelling at each other, and I drop the bat on the floor. That's when Maria finally comes in, by hearing the bat, and just asks if I'm okay. Super relaxed and half asleep."

The laughter erupted again. "What happened after that?" Hikaru asked.

"I told her that Alarico was trying to rob us, and she says hands down the most 'I don't care' question ever: So, like, I can go back to sleep then right?" More laughter. "I told her no, and she called her sister who came there dead silent. She wrote us a check for the damage and they left. One of the most satisfying experiences of my life."

Everybody was smiling at the story. It was no wonder why you became a host. You were very interesting. "Do you think you'll be in trouble when you get home?" Kaoru asked.

You shrugged. "I mean, Maria's sister will yell at me, but that's kinda it. Maria thinks that I should only be punished if I'm in the wrong. He was being a creep to another girl and I defended her honor. Not in the wrong, and I'll probably just get a smack to the back of the head."

"Seriously?" Hikaru asked.

You shrugged. "She is Latina. And don't worry, since she's not the wealthiest person here, Maria's sister won't try to fight the school or anything."

"Not the wealthiest? What does that mean?" Tamaki asked.

"They're high middle class so they flaunt their money at people who don't make as much. She's a Karen."

"A Karen?" The twins asked.

"I don't believe I'm familiar with the term." Kyoya said.

"It's when someone makes a not bad situation so much worse for no reason. Like, let me speak to your manager for something dumb or my child would never do that when their kid is horrible. Stuff like that."

"Geez, you have to go home to that?" Hikaru asked.

You pursed your lips. "I really don't want to go home right now. Maybe I'll visit Ryoji's house. Or maybe I'll just stay at a fast food place for a bit."

"We'll come with you." Hikaru offered.

"Yeah, it'll be fun." Kaoru added.

"Thanks guys. Let's go then." You began walking towards the door, but stopped and turned around. "And thank you, all of you. I'm really happy that you guys still like me."

"Wait y/n!" Tamaki zoomed over to you, invading your personal space. "I want you to be careful around those shady twins, okay?! Daddy just wants the best for you!"

You ruffled his hair and smiled. "I'll be fine senpai. You trust that I'll take care of myself, right?"

He looked at you, almost in a daze, and smiled. "Of course. Have fun." You nodded and left with the twins. "Well Kyoya, it seems like our little y/n is very capable of handling her problems."

Kyoya put on a smile and said nothing. On the outside, it could easily be seen as that. But that wasn't the case. You should see someone about your anxiety. You should accept help. That meant that he would have to tell Tamaki.

After having a fun time with the twins and getting chewed out by Linda, you went to bed hoping that the club wasn't actually upset with you.

The next day you got up and quickly left early before anyone else woke up. Unfortunately, you skipped breakfast in order to do so. So there you were, eating a breakfast burrito from WacDonald's on the steps of Ouran, way too early for anyone to be there yet.

The silence was pretty nice. It was peaceful, and the school was beautiful. You did notice someone though. A man in a lab coat. He looked lost, but you decided not to think anything of it. It was probably just a school doctor, since it is physical exam day.

Later on you threw away your wrapper and bought some coffee at a gas station. That's when some people began arriving. "Hey, you're the honor student, right?" One person walked over and asked you.

"Um, yeah. I'm sorry, I don't think I know you."

"I'm in the same year, though we're in different classes." He said.

A few minutes later the twins arrived to school, though they were peeved to see you talking to another guy. They ran over to you and began dragging you away.

"It was nice to meet you!" You called out. They then put you down, hearing you huff. "What was that for? I almost dropped my coffee."

"Who was that?" Kaoru asked.

You shrugged. "Some guy. He just came up to me and started talking."

"More like flirting." Hikaru grumbled.

"No he wasn't." You took a sip of your coffee. "Do you guys want some?"

Hikaru hesitated before shrugging. "Sure." He took a swig.

"Kaoru?" You offered.

"Are you sure that's Kaoru?" Hikaru asked, trying to trick you.

"Yes, I am." You said, taking back your coffee. "I'm not stupid."

Before they could say anything, you all heard. "Y/n~!"

A gush of wind passed you three as Tamaki ran over to you. "Morning senpai."

"Did those two shady twins hurt you last night?! I knew I should have gone with you!" He took your hands.

"No, they didn't. Calm down senpai. It was actually nice." You smiled at them.

"Oh, right." Hikaru took out an old phone. "Here."

You just stared up at him confusedly. "You don't have a phone, and this is my old one." Kaoru explained. "I don't use it anymore, so you could have it."

"Um, that's kind of a big thing to give someone." You nervously smiled. "You could turn it in to a phone company and get some money for it. Or maybe some store credit, depending on the company."

"We don't need money or credit stuff." Hikaru said. "Just take it."

You hesitated before taking it. You then smiled and wrapped your arms around each of their necks. "Thanks guys!"

"You're welcome." They smiled before looking darkly at Tamaki. Before Tamaki could say anything, the twins then pulled away. "Well, let's go to class!"

They rushed you off. "Bye Tamaki-senpai!" You called out.

Tamaki got angry. "But what about the plan?!" He barked.

"What did he say?" You turned as they carried you.

"Nothing!" They said.

Instead of going to your class though, you ended up going to the Music Room. "What's going on? Why are we in the host club class?"

Tamaki then stormed into the room. "You two could have waited for me!" He barked out again.

Kyoya then came out. "Y/n, we've come here today to talk about a problem regarding you."

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Author's Note: I hit the limit for the paragraphs I can write (since there's a lot of dialogue), so I had to cut it short.

I guess I have to split it up into 2 parts and put the fast food part in my own filler .—.

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Tag List: @krustykrabbspizza @animefan7420 @strangerthingsholland @the-dead-fucking-sea @blue-eyez-7

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caprina-mints · 4 years

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Please don’t ask me why I ask this, The proxies with a Spanish s/o Just based on my oc that is Spanish.

The Proxies having a Spanish s/o

Toby :

✯ At first he thought you were just a normal American.

✯ Forgive this boy He's not that observant when it comes to personality , and characteristics .

✯ Jeff and Masky Started betting on your Nationality .

✯ Toby didn't really Question it.

✯ But when you started cussing in Spanish well-

✯ He was low key turned on why--

✯ Because you look so sexy with the right amount of sass

✯ Your angry look is fierce

✯ and don't get him started on your posture.

✯ But Reality soon came slapping him on the face.

✯ " W-wait y-you're S-spanish!? "

✯ " si bebe soy español "

✯ " H-holy s-shit that s-sounds hot "

✯ He started imagining you and how'd you sound like on top of him using that accent and language of yours.

✯ He wanted to hear you praise him and just thinking about it made him drool.

✯ " Y-y/n l-let's go to m-my room"

✯ " .... No Bebe "

✯ Oh and Masky Won the bet.

✯ After a week your boyfriend kept pestering you to talk in your own language.

✯ But the thing is you got used to it so much you subconsciously started Talking on your own language

✯ Not everyone can understand, the only creeps who could actually get you are the ancient ones and maybe a few of those demon boys.

✯ Toby? Oh he'd always have google translate every word you say and sometimes the translation is incorrect.

✯ one time you said you liked bunnies and google translated it to " I like to eat bunnies"

✯ Toby's face was hilarious .

✯ He'd ask you to teach him a few words in Spanish and his accent is adorable.

✯ Everytime he pronounces or use a word right in a sentence he'd ask for a smooch

Hoodie :

✹ He knew you were Spanish but forgot all about it.

✹ He was so unfamiliar with the language. Poor boy.

✹ When you hit your knee on the corner of the table you started cussing in Spanish like your life depended on it .

✹ Well when Hoodie heard you his first reaction was to grab a cross and yell " By the power vested in me I condemn you back to hell"

✹ The whole room went silent and laughter soon filled the room. You laughed too

✹ " Give me back my y/n demon! "

✹ He honestly thought you were yelling demon Latin and thought you were possessed.

✹ You explained it to him and his reaction was

✹ " Oh..... I'm an idiot "

✹ For the purpose of teasing him you started talking in Spanish only when you're talking to him.

✹ It annoyed him so much he started threatening you...

✹ But it's the type of threats you'd always go for~ ;)

✹ " I swear to God if you don't stop it with that. I will shut you up muslef and give you something to choke on "

✹ You immediately shut up when he said that.

✹ To annoy or Not to annoy that is the question.... Meh you're still getting fucked anyway so to annoy it is.

✹ You purposely annoyed him in public places like when you're going grocery shopping.

✹ He couldn't take it anymore in the middle of shopping he grabbed your cheek and shoved two fingers inside your mouth.

✹ " You're fucked when we get home you fucking brat "

✹ Oh well you didn't make it home because you pushed his buttons even more when you two were heading back.

✹ You kept dirty talking him in Spanish and even though he couldn't understand any word you were saying he found out because of your deliciously seductive accent.

✹ Gritting his teeth he pulled the car over and well...

✹ He gave you something to suck on the way to the mansion and it definitely wasn't a lollipop ;)

Masky :

✱ You lowkey tried to hide the fact that you were Spanish

✱ Masky had suspicions but didn't seem to take the first step of asking

✱ Because you know Masky well and he's going to find a way to annoy you.

✱ But apparently you made a mistake when you answered a phone call from a friend of yours who talks in Spanish all the time.

✱ So of course you spoke in Spanish as well having a normal conversation with your friend.

✱ But masky being masky snatched your phone away in the middle of the conversation.

✱ " Aha! I knew it! Wait... You're Spanish and you didn't tell me? "

✱ Well the worst was yet to come anyway but to your surprise he started talking in Spanish too.

✱ He didn't have the same thick and silky accent you had though .

✱ He said he took a few Spanish classes back at high school which was understandable.

✱ He still encourages you to speak in Spanish though.

✱ He was high key turned on like when you're passing by and he's sitting on the sofa.

✱ He yells something at you in Spanish (which will startle everyone near him) , and you reply calmly in Spanish you should start running.

✱ Your accent can turn him on and his sex drive isn't making things any better on you.

✱ But if you won't reply to him in Spanish he can and will appear ( how the fuck does he do that?) behind you

✱ and hell start dirty talking you in Spanish describing each and every detail of the dirty things he could do to you.

✱ his deep voice and his accent can definitely make your knees weak.

✱ but you didn't want to lose without a fight so you teased him back .

✱ You turned him on though.

✱ He carried you on his shoulder like you weighted nothing.

✱ The whole night he had you moaning and screaming under his mercy while cursing in Spanish. Every time you curse in Spanish he gets rougher and faster.

✱ Good luck the next time you tease him.

#creepypasta headcanon #creepypasta #send in more asks peeps #Ticci Toby #Timothy Wright #Brian #Tim #Toby #Masky #Hoodie #y/n #s/o #spanish

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bangtangcorner · 4 years

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Blueberry Muffins - Kim Namjoon

pairings: idol!kim namjoon x half Italian!half Spanish!reader (lol don’t ask why, I did it for fun)

word count: 2.08k

summary: It’s been a few months since you started dating Namjoon. When he texts you one day that he’s in a bad mood, you pay him a visit with the sacred thing that brought you two together : Blueberry Muffins.

warnings: a few cuss words, FLUFF, Yoongi with his gummy smile and Kookie with his bunny smile, Namjoon just being a WHOLE ASS BABY

a/n: I’ve just begun writing on tumblr so I’m a little nervous about putting my stuff out there. I’ll improve with time I promise and I hope you like this! Feedback and criticism of any kind is always appreciated <3

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“4 blueberry muffins and 1 hot chocolate to go please.” I smiled at Sinthia. Her eyes crinkled as she grinned and started shuffling behind the counter.

“No chocolate chip cookies today?” She asked as she bent down behind the shelf.

“Nope, he’s not in a good mood today. Blueberry muffins are for turning the sour mood into sweet, they somehow always work.”

“I think we both know why they work sweetheart.” Sinthia said as she came up from behind the counter with a paper bag in her hand. I tilted my head to the side and looked at her with a puzzled face, silently asking her what she meant.

“Don’t you remember the first time you both met in this very cafe?”

I smiled as the fond memory replayed in my head.

“The usual Sinthia, thank you.” I smiled at the little woman behind the counter and moved to the side.

My phone vibrated in the back pocket of my jeans. Pulling it out I saw that it was my mom calling, my fingers immediately swiped across the screen.

“Mama!”

“Come stai mio caro? (How are you my darling?)

“Sto bene mama, come stai?" (I’m doing well mom, how are you?)

“Sono grande dolcezza, come vanno le lezioni? Com'è Y/f/n?” (I’m great my sweetness, how are classes? How’s y/f/n?)

“Le lezioni sono frenetiche mama.”(The classes are hectic mom) A sigh escaped past my lips, “Ma per fortuna ho Y/f/n per superare tutta la merda.” (But luckily I have Y/f/n to get through all the shit.)

“linguaggio!” (Language!) I chuckled as she laughed in return. I could imagine her shaking her head, eyes rolling at my behavior.

“I-”

“Excuse me sweetheart.” I whipped my head around to see Sinthia looking at me.

“Yes Sinthia?” I asked my mom to wait for a second and muted the call.

“That young man over there” She pointed to a man behind me. I turned around to see a man with blond hair sitting in the corner booth, his chin perched on his palm as he stared out at the street.

I turned back to look at Sinthia, “What about him?

“He has ordered a blueberry muffin too. But the problem is that I only have one of those sweet treats left and he looked really upset. Do you mind if I give it to him? I can pack your favorite chocolate scones instead.”

I smiled, “Of course, it’s no big deal.”

Sinthia grinned and patted my shoulder, “You really are a gem, tesoro.(Darling)”

“Y/n? la mia bambina? (My baby girl?)”

“Shit” I muttered as I realized my mom was still on hold.

“Mama, posso richiamarti prima o poi? (Mom, Can I call you back in sometime?)

“Certo baby” (Sure baby)

“Va bene, ciao mama, ti amo!” (Okay, bye mom, I love you!)

“Ti amo troppo cara!” (Love you too dear!)

Cutting the call, I saw Sinthia circling around the counter, probably going to give the stranger his order.

“Hey Sinthia, wait up!” She spun around to look at me.

“Do you mind if I give it to him?”

“Do you mind if I ask why?”

“Just wanted to see the man who was stealing my favorite food.” A sly smile took over my face and Sinthia giggled, handing the tray to me.

“He’s all yours.”

I looked down at the tray to see a cup of black coffee and the blueberry muffin I had been craving since yesterday. Shaking my head, I made my way to the corner booth.

“Hey, um, excuse me”

He turned around to look at me, “Yes?”

Suddenly, I couldn’t speak. He was gorgeous, absolutely breathtaking. His blond locks were messy on top of his head, mask pulled down to his chin, lips full and red. His eyes bore into mine as I stood there frozen, unable to do anything in front of the Greek-God like human.He also looked awfully familiar.

“Um?” His voice snapped me out my stance as I cleared my throat and let out a breath I’d been holding since the minute my eyes landed on his beautiful face.

“I, uh, I have your order.” I said, placing the tray on the table.

“Oh, thank you, I didn’t see any waitress when I had walked in?”

“Oh no, I’m not a waitress.”

Now I had begun to question my decision of serving him, why did I ask to do this again? This was probably the stupidest decision of my life.

“Oh okay?” He frowned as he looked up at me.

Without thinking, I quickly slid into the seat in front him and began talking.

“I’ve been coming to this cafe for almost 3 years now. I moved here when I got into Seoul National University. This has kind of been my safe place since then, not to mention Sinthia has been a mother like figure for me. She also helps me learn Korean and sometimes gives me yummy treats for free. Anyways, so today we were partnered up for a literature project and I was paired up with this cocky jock who’s so fucking full of myself. Then someone spilled their coffee on my favorite white top. It’s just been a shit day and I really wanted one of Sinthia’s blueberry muffins with the delicious dark roast she makes. But then it turns out you looked upset too so I let you have the last blueberry muffin.”

At the end of my mini rant, I squeezed my eyes shut, face turning red from embarrassment. I had literally just said random shit to a complete stranger who already looked like he wanted to be left alone.

“Here.” His voice made me snap open my eyes.

He was wiping his mouth with a tissue as he passed me the remaining half of the muffin.

“It looks like we both need something to lighten up.” He smiled and I swear I felt my heart skip a beat.

And then suddenly, it clicked.

“Holy shit” I mumbled.

“Is everything okay?”

I looked him dead in the eye, “You’re RM! Oh my god I just said complete nonsense to one of the biggest stars in the world.” I leaned back against the seat and mentally smacked myself for making a fool out of myself in front of one of the world’s biggest idols.

“Cosa c'è che non va nella tua ragazza!” (What is wrong with you girl!) I muttered to myself.

“Ahh you recognized me, but for now I’m Namjoon.” He took out his hand for me to shake, a small smile still tugged on his lips.

I took a deep breath and calmed myself down and took his extended hand in mine.

“Hi Namjoon, I’m Y/n.”

“You’re Italian Y/n? I heard you speak on the phone earlier.”

“You heard me?” I squealed.

He laughed, “Yeah, it’s 1am in the morning and we’re the only ones here.”

“Wait, you know Italian?”

“A little bit, I could catch a few words you spoke.”

“Half Italian, half Spanish actually.”

“That’s interesting.”

“You bet.”

“Oh by the way, I have no clue why I just came and dumped all of my problems on you, I’m really sorry for that.” I sighed and inwardly cringed at my actions.

“Aigo, stop worrying. Tell me more about your literature project and this jock you’re paired up with.”

“Y/n! Earth to Y/n?” Sinthia waved her hands in front of my face. I jumped slightly and laughed, “Sorry, took a little trip down the memory lane.”

Her face beamed at my words as she passed me the bag of muffins and the cup of hot chocolate.I took out my wallet to pay but was stopped by little hands clutching my fingers.

“Don’t, it’s on me tonight.” Sinthia grinned.

“But I-”

“No buts Y/n, go make your superstar boyfriend’s day.”

“You spoil us too much I swear.”

****

“Noona!”

“Jungkookie!”

Our laughter died in the air as we embraced each other. I pulled back and ruffled his black hair as he gave me his famous bunny smile.

“How are you noona?”

“I’m great Kook, is he still in the studio?”

“Yeah, he’s working on some new tracks with Yoongi hyung.”

“And that of course means he must have not eaten for hours.” I sighed, his habits always worried me.

“You got that right.”

“Good thing I come bearing treats.” I said, raising the paper bag in my hand and shaking it with a cheeky smile on my face.

A big smile stretched across his face as he made grabby hands towards me.

“Gimme Gimme Gimme”

I giggled,”Take one Jungkookie, we have to save some for Yoongi and Namjoon hyung.” Jungkook happily retreated one muffin from the bag and released a content ‘hmm’ after taking the first bite.

“I’m gonna go and see him now Kookie.”

He nodded. “He’ll be happy to see you.”

“알아,준비 됐어 “ (I know, I’m prepared)

His eyes widened as his choked on the muffin. I laughed loudly and made my down the hall to the Rkive.

Knocking twice I heard Yoongi shout, “뭐?” (What?)

Without replying, I opened the door, revealing Namjoon and Yoongi hunched over the studio board. Namjoon’s eyes met mine and a big grin stretched across his face.

“Hi Y/n” Yoongi said smiling while getting up.

“Hey” I said and pulled him in for a side hug.

“What’s that?” He asked, looking at the paper bag in my hand. I opened it and tilted it towards him, “Have one”

He looked down and pushed his hand inside it, pulling out a muffin. A gummy smile appeared on his face as he turned around and pointed at Namjoon,”당신은 자신에게 맞는 여자를 얻었다” (You got yourself the right girl.)

Namjoon chuckled and flipped him off. Yoongi stuck his tongue out at him, gave me one last toothy grin and made his way out of the room, shutting the door behind him.

“Hey” He said as I walked towards him, placing the muffins on the side table. Swinging my leg across his thighs, I straddled him, my arms locking behind his shoulders. His hands take a hold of my waist, face nuzzling in my neck. His deep breath hits my skin, making a shiver run down my spine. I took my right hand and massaged his scalp earning a little whine from him. I giggled, the soft boy in my arms making my heart turn to mush.

“You’re too cute.” My soft voice broke the comfortable silence.

He looked up at me and snorted, “I’m sorry, have you looked at yourself in the mirror jagi? You’re literally the definition of cute.”

Now it was my turn to snort, my hands cupped his rosy cheeks as he leaned in my palm, “Stop being cheesy Joonie.”

“Can’t help it when it comes to you.” He placed a very soft kiss on my lips, letting it linger for a few seconds. My heart combusted at the action, senses fogging as I lost myself in the feeling of his soft lips on mine.

“I got you something to eat.” I said pulling away and getting up. Picking up the bag of muffins, I threw them in his lap and sprawled across the small couch.

He opened the bag and whistled,”You know me too well.”

He immediately started munching on the muffins, now looking much more relaxed under the dim lights of his studio.

“You can’t keep doing this you know.”

“Doing what?” His voice came out muffled as he chewed on the delicious muffin.

“Neglecting your health, overworking, stressing too damn much.”

“I don’t do it purposefully.” He grumbled, brows furrowing.

“I know baby.” I turn to my side and fold my arm, plopping my head on my palm.”But you have to take care of yourself Joon, your heath should be the priority.”

He wiped his hands against the back of his sweats and came towards me. In the next second, I was squeezed below Namjoon’s body.

I squealed, “What the fuck are you doing?! Namjoon!”

“Hmm” He mumbled as his arms circled around my figure and pulled me closer to him, if that was even possible.

“Get up Joonie.” I whined from under him.

“No” He grumbled, placing his head on my chest, his long legs draped over mine.

“We’re too big for this couch Namjoon.”

“Doesn’t matter, just wanna be close to you.”

My breath hitched in my throat as I repeated his words in my head. He was too good to me, I didn’t deserve an angel like him. I shifted underneath him and he whined in return.

“닥쳐 (shut up), I’m trying to get comfortable.”

He hummed.

I smiled to myself.

****

Masterlist

#kim namjoon x reader #kim namjoon #bts x reader #bts fanfction #bts imagines #jeon jungkook #jung hoseok #kim taehyung #kim seokjin #rm x reader #rm bts #kim namjoon imagine #rm imagine

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malfxy-m · 4 years

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"I absolutely hate you” D.M.

**not my gif

A/N chile- anyway um this is my first fic on here and for draco. I've written some (like one imagine) on wattpad but i have a bunch of ideas for a ton of characters jotted down in a notebook and i hope to get some out soon. Requests are OPEN, i will probably release a characters list and requirements and limits, but until then. enjoy my first fic!!

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Slytherin!Reader

Warnings: swearing maybe, also your character is kind of a b!tch(self projecting, no never), grammar mistakes probably(lol sorry honors english is doing me no good)

Word Count: 2238

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If there was one person who hated the golden trio more than Draco Malfoy, it was you. You didn’t necessarily have anything personal against the three gryffindors, but you just couldn’t stand how they were favored by Dumbledore, and had everyone's attention on them every second of the day.

Despite your mutual hatred for the infamous three, you and Draco never got along either. Whether it be a snide remark he made at you, or a glare you sent him in potions class, you were always at each other's throats in some way. Constant bickering was all that your shared friend group had heard for the past few years.

Today was no different, after a very boring breakfast in the great hall, and some uneventful classes that only drained you even more, you made your way to the dungeons for potions class with Pansy and Blaise by your side. You had already had a bad start to the day, and weren’t ready to have to sit next to the two people who you despised most in that god awful school. You didn’t ever want to come to Hogwarts, but with both of your parents being apart of the sacred 28, you really did not have much of a choice. You would admit that the few friends you had made at this school made it a little more tolerable to get up every day, even the arguments with Malfoy made you laugh from time to time.

Placing you bag down next to you, you took your seat next to Malfoy and placed your hand in your chin, waiting for snape to begin the lesson.

“Aw, is little miss perfect not feeling so well,” Draco said with a pout and his voice almost dripping in sarcasm.

You turned to the blonde haired boy next to you and could feel your eye twitch with the anger already going through your body. Immediately making eye contact, your lips twisted into an unpleasant snarl, which only made his smirk bigger and more teasing.

“Oh sod off Malfoy,” was all that you said before the boy who lived himself made a comment that made you want to smack the scar right off his face.

“Merlin, do those two ever stop going at it? I bet they secretly like each other,” Harry said to Ron, making him look over and giggle at the two of you.

“Can it, Potter!” you and Malfoy had both shouted at the boy, faces twisted in digust and dislike towards the boy and his red haired friend next to him.

This little altercation surely didn’t go unnoticed by Snape when his booming voice was heard through the classroom.

“Potter and Weasley, silence and get back to work, ten points from Gryffindor,” his melancholy voice echoed throughout the dimly lit room. The fact that you and Draco weren’t yelled at made the two of you snicker at the pair of boys on your right, earning a disappointing glance from the professor.

You turned back to the work at hand, momentarily letting go of your hate towards the so called ‘Slytherin Prince’ next to you, and let a soft smirk settle on your face. Reading the parchment in front of you, you saw that you had to make Amortentia, the most powerful love potion to exist. You had learned a bit about the potion previously with Slughorn, but you never did actually brew the potion, only smelled it and talked about its effects.

You and Malfoy had begun on the potion, as usual, Malfoy was the one to brew the actual potion, and you completed the worksheet to go along for the both of you. Sooner than later, you and your platinum haired git of a partner were the first ones to finish the potion, and assignment, perfectly. As the Mother of Pearl was mixed in, the room filled with an intoxicating scent.

Your nose was tainted with hair gel, the metallic scent of galleons, parchment, a sickly sweet vanilla, and the handle of a spanish oak broomstick. It was undoubtedly familiar. You couldn't quite place where you had smelled this, but it was truly mesmerizing, while you were swooning over the overwhelming scent you didn’t notice how disheveled the boy next to you seemed.

Looking to your left, you saw his eyes frantically searching yours, as if a realization had suddenly hit him, and hard.

“What are you so bloody worked up for,” you asked him while pulling a confused face towards your partner.

“What do you smell,” he demanded, looking quite furious as Snape started towards the two of you.

“None of your damn business, that's what,” you remarked, then glancing forward you were able to see the professor stopped a few inches short of your table with Draco.

“I see the two of you have brewed the perfect Amortentia potion, take these,” Snape handed the two of you each a small glass vial with a cork in the top, “You may each take a vial of the potion with you if you like, but do not use it unless you are willing to face the consequences.”

He eyed the two of you and then walked over to a pair of Gryffindors to harshly judge their potion making skills. You and Malfoy both collected your share of the potion and were dismissed as the class ended. Getting up you went to reach for your bag and found it wasnt where you had placed it. Looking around the room you were able to spot a blonde head of hair in the doorway holding up up your bag, and an infuriating smirk on his face. You swore all you could see was the color red.

You bolted towards the door, reaching out for Malfoy, but he had already ran down the hallway. It was dinner time, so assuming he headed towards the Great Hall you went in that direction. The other students had watched you run out of the room following Malfoy, Pansy and Blaise turned to each other and sighed.

“God both of them are insufferable when they’re around each other,” Pansy said, pinching the bridge of her nose and shaking her head.

“I know, I don't get why they butt heads so often, they’re practically the same per- look,” Blaise pointed towards where your body was sat just moments ago, to where a small glass vial was sat upon your desk.

“Oh Merlin,” Pansy picked up the small bit of the potion and fiddled with it in her hands before turning back to Blaise, “We should give this back to her, we’ve got to go to the Great Hall anyways.”

“No, no, no, I’ve got a much better idea with what to do with that,” Blaise snickered as the two began walking towards their destination

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As soon as Pansy and Blaise stepped foot into the dining hall, their attention immediately snapped to where all the commotion was happening.

“I swear to Merlin, Malfoy, if you don't give me my bag back, I’ll hex you into a bloody oblivion!” you shouted at the boy who stood over you with your bag in his grasp.

“With what wand, princess,” he said, smirking as he reached into the bag and pulled out your wand, holding it well over your head and out of your reach.

“I’m not your princess,” you were practicly fuming at this point, your face was heating up and you were desperately reaching towards your wand, “and give me my bloody stuff back Malfoy.”

All the boy did was shake your wand in your face and quickly back away from you, Pansy and Blaise sat at the usual spot your group had always placed themselves in, which wasn’t far from where the two of you were positioned.

“Watch,” Blaise said as he poured the love potion into your goblet of pumpkin juice, satisfied with his idea he had come up with.

“Didn’t she brew the potion, it's not going to do anything to her you idiot,” Pansy said, looking at Blaise like he had a dementor behind him, “the potion makes whoever drank it, fall in love with the person who made the potion, not with the first person they see.”

“Exactly,” Blaise stated proudly, “Draco made the potion, Y/N did the worksheet, it’s been that way since first year, before they hated each other. They never broke that routine despite absolutely loathing each other,” he let a smug look adorn his face as the arguing pair approached. Y/N was still had a slight blush covering her face, and a scowl on her lips. Draco however, carried the same look as Blaise, satisfied with how worked up he was able to make the slytherin girl.

“You’re a bloody genius,” Pansy stated, smiling.

“Who’s a bloody genius?” you asked as you sat down next to the dark haired girl. You had finally gotten your bag back and your wand as well when you had kicked the back of Malfoys knee. He lowered his arm to balance himself, giving you the perfect opportunity to snatch your things back.

“I am of course,” Draco stated smugly, flashing a bright, but oh so sarcastic smile towards you.

If looks could kill, Malfoy would be dead on the spot. You were practically glaring daggers at him from over the edge of your goblet. You took a sweet sip of the pumpkin juice, it tasting uncharacteristically better than it had ever been. Your eyes flashed to the other two who were snickering to each other.

You thought nothing of them, deciding to silently finish your meal. You weren’t completely sure you could keep your cool if you started conversing, so you found it best to keep to yourself for the remainder of your time in the Great Hall.

When you noticed the rest of your so called ‘posse,’ as the rest of the houses, even your own, liked to call your small friend group, you rose from your seat, collected your things, and headed out with them towards the dungeons. As soon as you entered the common room, you looked over to Malfoy and parted your lips, furrowing your eyebrows.

“Stop looking at me, are you bloody broken,” the boy said, fidgeting with his ring under your gaze.

You took a few strides over to him, a soft smile etching itself onto your face. Lifting your hand up, you brushed your fingers through the boys blonde hair, trailing your hand down the side of his face, and let it drop next to you. He looked utterly confused, but had yet to say anything or question you.

Grabbing his hand and playing with his fingers limply, you looked up to meet his cold gaze, “Has anyone told you how pretty you are,” you said softly, cocking your head to the side. He was just staring blankly at you, glancing down at your hands.

“N-no,” he choked out, clearing his throat he lifted his free hand he placed it to your forehead, “Are you ill? Why are you acting like this.”

If you weren’t so infatuated by the boy in front of you, you would smack the look of disgust right off of his pretty face. Instead, you moved your hand back up to his face, cupping his jaw. Pressing your lips to his, the feeling of him kissing back made you smile slightly and let a breath out through your nose.

“Oh my Merlin! I always knew that Draco had a thing for Y/N! This isn’t going to be pretty when it wears off of her,” Pansy said looking over to Blaise.

“I think we all did, except her of course, and I guess we’ll just have to see what happens,” Blaise laughed slightly and geastured back over to the two of you from his place on a chair.

When you breathed in, your nose was filled once again with that intoxicating smell that your Amortentia had produced earlier in the day. Coming to your senses you realized you were in fact kissing someone who inherited the same scent. Leaning down from the person in front of you, the content smile you had on your face left as soon as you met the hooded grey eyes, swollen lips, and felt the hands of Draco Malfoy around your waist.

Stumbling back, pure anger and confusion evident on your features, everything finally clicked. Who you smelt in your potion, it was Draco. Earlier during dinner when Pansy and Blaise were giggling, they had obviously slipped you the love potion that had ‘mysteriously’ went missing. You turn to look over to the pair, steam could have been coming out of your ears you were so angry. Stomping towards the two as they were beginning to run off, you pulled out your wand.

“Zabini! Parkinson! I’m literally going to crucio the both of you!” you shouted, trying to get to them as they ran off laughing like hyenas.

A warm hand grasped your wrist and you spun on your heel and pointed your wand towards the boy adorning his signature smirk. He took your other wrist in his hand and lowered your wand, pulling you closer by your hands.

“I absolutely hate you, Malfoy,” you said with a blank face.

The boy in front of you’s smirk only grew wider as he leant down and pressed a chaste kiss to your lips.

“I know you do, princess.”

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juleshq · 4 years

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* 𝐡𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐠𝐨𝐬 here and do i have the tea for you . 𝐉𝐔𝐋𝐄𝐒 is back in bridgehampton for the summer , living off the 𝐃𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐎 family 𝟐.𝟑 𝐛𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐨𝐧 net worth . must be nice to come back home to the hamptons , i wonder what her fellow class of 2017 grads think of her return . you know , she was known around town as the 𝐂𝐎𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄 and for bhs senior superlatives pronouns was crowned as 𝐌𝐎𝐒𝐓 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄𝐋𝐘 𝐓𝐎 𝐄𝐋𝐎𝐏𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐕𝐄𝐆𝐀𝐒 & 𝐆𝐄𝐓 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐃 . i wonder if that still holds true today , a lot can change when you go off to 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐔𝐍𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐘 and study 𝐁𝐈𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐘 . either way , i bet she is still very 𝐀𝐅𝐅𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐄 , 𝐃𝐄𝐕𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐃 , 𝐃𝐄𝐂𝐄𝐈𝐓𝐅𝐔𝐋 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐒𝐔𝐁𝐉𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐄 . hopefully this time next year the plans to 𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐃 𝐌𝐄𝐃 𝐒𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐋 come true . in the meantime , i look forward to seeing her blast 𝐢 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐫 (𝐁𝐔𝐓 𝐈 𝐍𝐄𝐄𝐃 𝐏𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐄) 𝖇𝖞 𝐤𝐚𝐥𝐢 𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐬 at every hamptons function . it’s going to be a wild summer home , welcome back .

i don’t think i’ve EVER been this excited to plot and interact with a group of people , u all seem like such beaut ppl & i’m in love already but i’m a little . . . intimidated ADFJH . anyways , i’m not going to ramble bc i’m ready to get down to business , i’m sammie & i go by she / her pronouns ! under the cut is a long bio on jules ! i will GLADLY give you a synopsis on this chaotic mess pls just ask , HERE is her pinterest board please ignore the sudden amount of pins of just her , also i’m down to plot here or on discord , my discord is @ᵘ ᵍᵒᵗ ᵃ ᵈᵒˡˡᵃʳ ?#3246

* / BASICS

full name: juliana kaia dicaprio

nicknames: jules , julie / juli

age & dob: twenty-one , august 14th , 1998

place of birth: long island , new york .

sexuality: heterosexual ( that she knows off )

bender: cisfemale

* / MORE BASIC INFO

languages: english, french, some spanish.

religion: catholic

education: high school , majoring in biology at stanford

occupation: unemployed

drinks, smokes, & drugs: all of the above

* / PERSONALITY

zodiac sign: leo

likes: dark chocolate , tea in the morning , white roses , instigating bad situations , wine , black coffee , the smell of freshly brewed coffee , talking with strangers , long travels , adventures , being called “ angel ” , popcorn , quick tex responders , products made with silk , athletes , crime shows / films , crowded rooms , glitter .

dislikes: fake designer bags , people who don’t know how to lie , f , people who wear pearls regularly , long text messages , voicemails , men who are cheap , people who chew with their mouth open , humming , thrift shops , water-poof mascara , the smell of grass , extensive planning , and arrogance & stupidity combined .

bad habits: breaking promises to herself & others , not thinking before doing , fixating with her hair when nervous .

secret talent: juggling

fears: aging terribly , being widowed , drowning , being buried alive .

positive traits: alluring , convincing , affectionate , ambitious / devoted , systematic .

negative traits: manipulative , conniving , deceitful , dishonest , subjective .

* / APPEARANCE

tattoos: dagger on right index finger , “ devil ” on left index finger .

piercings: three in each ear , cartilage .

* / FAMILY INFO.

parent names: claire boucher & david dicaprio .

parent relationship: divorced .

sibling names: annalise , ashton , keller , & wade .

sibling relationship: step siblings & half .

children: none .

pets: 2 family dogs on her moms side.

* / BIOGRAPHY

i’m sorry it got long

𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐄 𝐓𝐘𝐋𝐄𝐑’s entire childhood was spent in the spotlight -- her father was a huge rockstar in the 70's & 80's, and her mother a model . Claire spent her childhood between Florida , California , and New York , attending red carpets , premieres , etc. Claire attended Stanford to obtain a bachelor in science but was in and out of modeling in her teens and early twenties .

𝐃𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐃 𝐃𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐎 lived an affluent life more under the radar . His grandfather is CEO of JD banking , one of the four largest banks in the world . He attended Princeton as the rest of his family did . He got involved in the company business at a very young age as did his brothers , but went on to become the new CEO after his fathers unfortunate passing in 2002 .

𝐉𝐔𝐋𝐄𝐒 was and will forever be her parents pride & joy . her parents were high school sweethearts & got married young -- at a twenty-two / twenty-three . they had been trying for two years to start their own family but jules’ mother struggled . thanksgiving in the hamptons , a dicaprio family tradition the day is engraved in her mothers memory , in 1997 , they announced to their family that after years of trying , they were pregnant .

𝐉𝐔𝐋𝐄𝐒 grew up completely pampered ; bi-weekly trips to the nail salon with her mother and annual father-daughter trips . her mother was her best friend until she began morphing jules into what she thought was perfect . making sure she spoke at least one other language , was active in school , extracurriculars , how she presented herself . her mother cared about image due to her own childhood of growing up in the spotlight . besides the near brainwash to fit her mother’s image of perfect , everything was ideal & ‘ normal ’ up until the summer before her freshman year of high school . her mother discovered the affair her father had been having for months with a woman he did business with . he claimed it was due to the fact that jules’ mother had returned to some normalcy and wanted to work again , modeling and doing some traveling , therefore he ‘ just missed her around ’ . jules was aware of everything going on , heard the countless nights they spent arguing in the opposite wing of the house , she picked up on her father being late to family dinner because “ he had work to do ” . her parents tried their best to keep her in the dark for the sake of her sanity , innocence , and view on her father . jules went along with it all , the daddy’s girl in her was in denial for all of the months leading up to their divorce . at the end , her mother got full custody of her .

𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐈𝐕𝐎𝐑𝐂𝐄 came two “ yes ” parents . everything became a competition between the two , trying to one up the other ; who took jules on the better summer vacation , had the most over the top christmas morning , etc . it was insanely manipulative & jules there wasn’t a time period where jules felt more alone ; not having a sibling to relate to , she was embarassed to tell her peers the real reason why her parents split , it was so cliché . both parents didn’t take too long to remarry , her father found another stay-at-home wife and her mother lucked out with a lawyer ten years older than she . her step-father had two daughtes & son with whom jules hated in the beginning – it was a lot to take in and she was used to being the only child . her father went on to have a child with his new wife two years after their marriage . it was all an immense amount of change within seven years .

𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐄 for jules had been constantly changing since the news of her father’s affair , she’d spend her summers & holiday’s going back & forth between each parents in the hamptons until her father moved to calabasas to be closer to his wife’s family as soon as the baby was born . jules had always been a wild , reckless child at heart and the divorce between her parents only allowed her to push her limits even more . the two-three years her parents spent processing their divorce were her golden years -- she could not get in trouble with her parents and they never got upset with her . she took advantage of it all and abused drinking , hanging out with boys , you name it . she loved the attention she received from any male figure -- it made up for the lack of attention she was getting from her father once he got the boot .

𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐆𝐄 was where jules found her safe space ; she could be her wild self , far away from home and only a five hour drive from her father that she still rarely sees . she joined a sorority , joined the exec board , was forced to join french club by her mother , all while maintaining a 4.08 gpa .

* ` 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐘 𝐖𝐈𝐒𝐄 jules has always been a wild child . she’s always had a desire for attention , all eyes & attention on her , though the B I R T H of her uncontrollable desire for attention from males stemmed after her parents divorce . the lack of attention from her father allowed her to realize her dad wasn’t the only one who could spoil her & every man was basically the same . she’s not super close with either of her dads at the moment and sees her father about three times a year , two of which are holidays & every now and then the spontaneous visit from him in cali .

𝐉𝐔𝐋𝐄𝐒 is a h u g e cry baby in the sense that she hates not getting what she wants . its not on purpose most of the time , it’s the way she was raised and the nature of her parents . she’s never had to ask for anything twice & hates doing so . though she’s a huge cry baby , she will try her best to mask her actual tears . she does a good job of seeming innocent , she’s that one friend that is super sus & lies a lot & keeps secrets but somehow is so good at convincing people other wise ? she’s a huge flirt , even when she’s not doing it on purpose , it’s sort of a weird practice or habit she’s grown into ? she feels empowered in the weirdest way of owning men and being able to form their opinion of her for them , this stems from her newly founded daddy issues it’s more so due to the fact that her relationship with her father began to diminish once he moved out . she is & has been on her “ fuck love ” rampage .

𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋 do whatever she wants and will hide her bad intentions . she lives for chaos , loves enjoys pushing limits & boundaries . she loves a game of cat & mouse / teasing just knowing she has someone in her grip is what helps her sleep at night . she is a bit crazy . . . the type to watch someone’s snap score go up . def that type to block and unblock someone 238473 timES . she has an underlying need of approval from others and she almost needs to be liked by everyone she meets .

𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘 she wants to model & be a playboy bunny BUT her dad would literally disown her if she didn’t follow her family legacy and attend stanford or yale to use her brains for good . she’s in school to be a pediatrician because at the end of the day she loves children and always wanted to seek a job in the healthcare field . she has plans to attend yale’s medical school after her senior year is complete at stanford .

i really based her off of american beauty & angela in the movie ( if you’ve seen it omg ily ) g

#╰ * ✴ 𝙢𝙪𝙣 𝙨𝙥𝙚𝙖𝙠𝙨 ↝ 𝒇𝒊𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓 › ooc #entitled:intro #hi hI HI!!!!!!#xD

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pandawritesmanythings · 5 years

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Halfrid // Part 4

Platonic!Loki x Teen!Reader

Summary: Your life has always been dictated by the fact that you are smarter than most adults. This has made you antagonize many of them, it isn’t your fault that you are just citing facts! However, when the god of mischief becomes your friend, are there enough facts you can cite to prove his innocence?

Warnings: Censored Curse Words, dude being an entitled jerk (not Loki), Angst, Panic attack, bad writing.

Word Count: +4000K

A/N: Thank you so much for the support guys, just a heads up, some things in this chapter may not make sense now, but they will later. I don’t curse, personally, but it was important to have a catalyst in this chapter, that’s why I censored them. Leave feedback, I highly appreciate it!

TAG LIST IS OPEN!!!

PRESENT TIME

“I wish we could have met at a better time. I honestly do.” Fury had returned to the room and you had told him a short version as to why you started to investigate Loki.

“Why do you say that all of a sudden?” You asked, slightly confused.

“You see, I don’t find this kind of fire or passion in agents anymore. If we get out of this, and you are still around, come find me when you are 17, maybe I can find you an internship somewhere you can use your talents.”

He was sincere, you could see it in his eyes… Eye.

“Well, you might be the first. But thank you.”

He cleared his throat, the rumbling above had ceased a bit, according to Fury because the ground above had become a literal war zone. Military aiding the hero’s battle. The enemy ceased fire, but they were sure to resume it at any moment.

“So when was the next time you met the god of mischief?”

You almost giggled. “Ah. That was about six months after. I wish it had been under better circumstances. But the fact that our paths crossed again, is surprising in itself.”

NEW YORK 2015

Both you and Ashley leaned over to be able to look at your crush for a distance.

“We are not staring okay?” “Yeah, we totally aren’t.” You told each other.

You huffed and closed your locker with a thud, slinging your backpack over your shoulder.

“I’m not doing it.” You finalized.

“Aw, come on! Be a little courageous!”

“Being courageous is to know your mom may find out that you have been researching Loki for 6 months and still risking it by logging onto, probably, illegal websites and the dark web.”

“Soooooo, she doesn’t check your history anymore?” Ashley mused.

“Not manually, and I may have hacked into her phone so, I have that going for me.” You walked towards the exit, other middle schoolers filing after you.

“Still, if you just go and talk to him-” “Are you CRAZY?” “Don’t interrupt me. If you just ask him to walk you home, maybe then you could at least ask him out!”

“Not all of us have been able to have seven boyfriends on their 12-year life span.” You cocked an eyebrow.

“Oh, come on! I still haven’t kissed anyone. I’m waiting ‘till I’m thirteen!” She chirped.

“Why thirteen?”

“It’s supposed to be the unlucky number, right? That way I can pass my bad luck to whatever jerk deserves it!” She seemed too proud of herself.

“You are a jerk.”

She flipped her hair. “Wow. Thanks!”

You both giggled. Through the months you had learned to read her bull, call her out on it, and she had pushed you to try new things. It was a mutual relationship, she knew where your limits were and vice versa. Yet, in a way, you seemed to balance each other out.

“Anyway. Not all of us have your confidence, Ashley.”

“Well, if you don’t do it, I will.”

“You wouldn’t dare.” You gasped.

“Wanna bet?” She playfully glared at you, and you glared back.

Suddenly she made a run for it, dashing towards the exit where your crush was hanging with his friends. “Malcolm! Hey, Malcolm!”

“ASHLEY FOR THE LOVE OF G O D!”

Your crush turned around as you tackled Ashley onto the ground.

“Hey! You guys okay?”

You froze when you heard his voice. Oh, you were so sure your smile looked like a weird grimace.

“N-Nothing. It’s just someone was about to do a stupid.” You said as you got up and brushed off imaginary dust.

“A stupid?” He asked amusement in his voice.

“Is my constant state of being.” Ashley chirped.

Malcolm, your crush, raised an eyebrow in amusement. Another guy behind him chuckled.

“Well, I think we are all in a pretty similar state.” He smiled looking at his friends.

“You mean, you Malcolm.” The guy behind him called out. “Parker wouldn’t hurt a fly.”

“Ah, as if you weren’t in that state often Morales.” Malcolm retorted. You knew he was joking, but there was something in his tone that just…

“Actually, my friend wanted to ask you something.” Ashley pushed me towards him.

“No. I don’t.” I squealed.

“What is it?” He asked with a smug grin.

“Umm… I-I…" STOP STAMMERING BRAIN!!! "I-I was wondering…”

“Yes?”

Ashley was dying inside. You definitely needed to work on your communication skills.

“I-I…” She placed a hand on your shoulder. You took a deep breath. “I don’t know if you r-remember, b-but in… science class? Yeah! Science. We have a project together, and since Ashley is already not coming with me home today… I was wondering if maybe you… Wanted to have a coffee? To… Plan the project out! Of course!”

He had a smug grin on his face, but it softened into a smile and he nodded. “Of course, I would love to accompany this lovely damsel in distress…” He winked at you kissing your hand. You pulled it from him, there was a way that he talked that you had never noticed before. However, since you actually did have a project to do, you ignored it and gave him a smile.

“Alright! Well, I’ll wait for you outside. See ya! Yeah… Okay.”

You fled down the stairs and waited patiently for Malcolm to come by so you could start talking. However, you were unaware of the conversation that was going on back there. But Ashley wasn’t. She hid nearby, where she could hear the aftermath of your petition without the boys finding her spying on them.

“Dude! She is really cute.” Ashley heard Miles say.

“And nice, I have Spanish with her and she is always very proper and quick about her speaking. She is really cool.” Peter added.

“I don’t know. See, physically, she isn’t my cup of tea. Yeah?” Malcolm interrupted.

“But, you do know there is more to her than how she looks, right?” Miles questioned, worry in his voice. This was starting to unnerve Ashley. Few boys had ever made her feel a chill go down her spine like this guy. He looked pretty nice on the outside but in private… He didn’t seem that nice.

“Bah, I’ll see. I do have to do the project, so let’s see if she is any good.” He said as he walked out the doors. “And, remember I’m waiting for that science report.”

Ashley had heard enough. She was not gonna let this idiot take you home by any means. She dashed as quickly as she could down the stairs, near where you were furiously typing something on your phone.

“Hey! (Y/N)!”

“Gimme a second Ash, I can’t let myself forget this.” You typed a little more and then turned off your phone. “I suddenly got an idea for a new argument for my essay. I think I almost have the intro down, but I need the first transition and-” Ashley quickly pulled you aside, interrupting you. “H-Hey!”

“Sorry, but I don’t have much time. I don’t think you should go home with Malcolm.” She tried to warn you.

“What? Why?”

“I don’t think he is who he makes out to be.” She continued. “I think he is only going to take advantage of you!”

There was something deep inside you that had been telling you the same thing. But you wanted to believe otherwise.

“Alright, I’ll be careful Ash. Thank you for telling me.” You smiled.

“But… I don’t think you should be around him, I heard him back there, he-”

You interrupted her back. “I know you mean well. But I don’t want to live life thinking the worst of everyone. If he steps out of line, I’ll kick him straight in the groin.”

Ashley let out a nervous breathy laugh. “Just… Be careful, I don’t want you getting hurt-”

“Hey!” A male voice sounded behind you. “Ready to go home, princess?” Malcolm asked taking your hand and placing a kiss to it as he did before. Again, you pulled away. For some reason, that gesture unnerved you.

“Yeah…” You smiled awkwardly. “I’ll call you when I get home, okay Ash?”

“Yeah… Ok. See you (Y/N)” She said masking her worry with a winning smile and a flick of her hair as she walked away.

“So, lead the way.” The boy signalled for you to start walking and, with a timid smile, you started walking towards a coffee shop near your home.

It wasn’t anything unusual. He cracked a few jokes like he usually did in class. Offered to open the door for you when you got to the coffee shop. And although you bought your own drink, he insisted on getting you a snack.

“You can have whatever you’d like.” He smiled. You tried to reject his offering, but he wouldn’t have any of it. In the end, you just asked for a muffin.

He was actually really good at doing research, quickly flying through loads of information and sending them to you as you typed the essentials into the PowerPoint presentation.

“I just need to make it look pretty, but I’ll do it some other time.” You said while saving the presentation and snapping your computer closed. He did the same and got up, pulling your chair gently from behind you so you would stand up.

“Are you ready to go home, then?”

“Yeah, it’s not that far away from here, so I can go by myself.” You smiled while strapping your backpack.

“I don’t mind, I’ll go with you.” He insisted.

In the back of your mind, Ashley’s warning kept sounding off. But you decided that a little bit longer wouldn’t hurt. He had been very kind to you after all. Why not let him take you home? That sounded really nice.

Together you walked out of the quaint little coffee shop and started heading towards your apartment compound.

“So, I heard you were in the WRITE scholarship!” He smiled.

“Yeah… Wait. Who told you that?” Only your parents and Ashely knew. She wouldn’t have told him about it, right?

“I saw you taking out a paper in class, it had: WRITE ideas! Written in a corner.”

“O-Oh…” You blushed.

“I’m working on it myself. Coming along quite nicely. It’s going to be a short story, but I think I might turn it into something bigger later down the line.”

“If mine does any good, I may publish it. But, I don’t think people would want to read about it.”

“Oh! Really? Why would you say that?” He asked with a raised eyebrow.

“It’s just… It may get a little controversial…” You hid your face.

“Ah. I see, one of my friends is also writing about something controversial. I’m not supposed to say, but being anti-gun control sounds pretty controversial to me.” He whispered in your direction mockingly.

You giggled at his tone. “Ah. Well, she has her beliefs. I think as long as she doesn’t try to use her essay to justify violence, it should be okay.”

“Are you anti-gun control?”

“No. I think people’s safety is way more important than things.” You honestly said. “But she can have her opinion. Honestly, that’s why we have superheroes, to protect us. That way people don’t need that many guns.”

“Yeah. I think I stan Stark the most.”

“Oh, and why?”

“Billionaire? The smartest guy on the planet? All the babes? He has everything.”

You cast your gaze to the ground. Your shoes suddenly being more interesting.

“I mean. I think he is cool because he saves people. But he just has everything.” He finished

After what seemed an eternity you arrived at the entrance of your building.

“Thanks… For coming with me.” You muttered.

“Nah, no problem.” He smiled. “By the way, can I come in? I need to pee.”

You didn’t want to. You really didn’t want to. But you found yourself nodding and leading him inside your apartment.

“The bathroom is over there… Just- Quickly, my parents shouldn’t be long.”

He ran inside the bathroom, and you walked into the open kitchen. Getting a cutting board out, you started slicing some carrots and boiling some water to make some chicken and potatoes. Your dad’s favorite dish. You really wanted to surprise him, and in about two hours he would be home.

Okay, yeah. You had lied to Malcolm about your parents being home soon. But he was making you uncomfortable, every time you let your guard down you had felt him invade your personal space, maybe he was just trying to be charming, but you wanted him out of your house, quickly.

And then you felt two hands sneak through your waist.

The handle of your knife made contact with the side of his forehead. The hands released your waist, you turned to see Malcolm stumbling backwards. His hands holding his head as he tried to recover from your hit.

“You b*tch!”

You were left paralyzed.

“Take that back…” You mumbled. The words barely coming out of your mouth.

“What if I don’t? You hit me with the handle of a knife, you b*tch.”

You head went numb. Swirling thoughts repeating over and over your head. Your demons were hunting you again.

“Get out.” You said. But it was numbed. You couldn’t hear yourself. “Get out.” This time he flinched.

Although you felt numb you grabbed his backpack and threw it through your window. Not caring about where it fell.

“Get out.” You kept saying as you pushed him down the hall. His string of curse words only worsening while all you could say was: “Get out.”

You reached the street and you were still saying it. He hadn’t touched you anymore but he was screaming at your face. And suddenly all the noise came back, crushing you.

“GET OUT!!!” You heard yourself scream.

“I’m out already you piece of-” He was interrupted all of a sudden.

“Malcolm. Stop that!” Miles came out of nowhere and pulled him away from you.

“Get out!” Was your voice failing you? You swore your voice sounded hoarse.

Two pairs of hands held you in place. “I’m sorry (Y/N). I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have left you alone with him.” You heard Ashley say near you.

“Hey, she is really cold. Is she okay?” Another male voice sounded behind you.

You shied away from his touch and retreated straight into Ashley. You did your face in her shirt. Finally allowing your voice to rest. But you felt so weak, your legs felt like jelly and your chest hurt. A lot.

“Hey, you’re okay.” She soothed you. “We’re here. We’re going to take care of you.”

Ashley ran her hand through your hair, a gesture that slowly calmed you and allowed you to regain a level of consciousness.

When you felt better, you pushed away from her and gave her a weak thanks. Then turned to see a very worried looking Peter Parker next to you.

“ ’m sorry Pete… I didn’t mean to push ya away…” You said weakly. Your throat barely emitted any sound.

“No, it’s okay. You were upset by whatever Malcolm did, you needed some space.”

You looked around, he was gone. “Wher’ did he go?” You slurred, suddenly feeling your energy drain out of you.

“Miles pushed him away. Don’t worry, he isn’t gonna bother you anymore.”

You highly doubted that.

The rest of the afternoon was a blur. You didn’t remember entering your apartment again. Just the feeling of Ashley running her fingers through your hair, and the worried questions of Peter near you. Mumbles. That was all you could hear. No definitive words, no. Just mumbling going all around you.

When you came back to your senses it was about to be 5:30 pm. Ashley was heading out the door with Peter and Miles, saying goodbye to both of them.

“I’ll see you guys on Monday, okay?”

“Yeah, sure. If she needs anything you have my phone right?”

“Yeah, I got it. Thank you, boys.” She closed the door.

“Ash?”

She whipped around to see you lifting yourself up from the sofa. “Hey… How are you feeling?”

“Like I was hit by a truck.”

She chuckled. “I made you something. I can bring it if you’re hungry.”

“Nah. I’m good.”

“Mom was calling me. I have to go, but if you need anything please let me know.” She started heading out the door. “Love ya girl.”

“I love you too.” You smiled at your friend.

But as soon as she closed the door it vanished from your face. You felt empty. That was something that happened when you got too worked up about something. Mom had told you that it would fade over time, and both of your parents constantly apologized whenever it happened. That’s why you never told them when this happened anymore.

Dad would arrive any minute, so you dragged yourself from the couch and sat in front of your computer to try and squeeze something out of your brain.

Your research for WRITE was good. But the more you looked at it, the more holes you found.

Why did Loki really attack Earth? He had been here before, why hadn’t he done it a year prior?

Was his slip up with Agent Romanoff a mistake? He hadn’t spilt any kind of information before. Not about himself. Not about his plan. Afterwards, he hadn’t even been asked why he’d done it. There was no trace of any comments from him about his actions.

You looked and looked and started breaking apart. This was never going to work. This was stupid. There was no way that anyone would believe your poorly researched essay. There were no official comments on the main perpetrator. And where would you get it?

They were right. All their words. You were useless. Stupid. You would never be enough, why couldn’t you just dissape-?

“CUPCAKE! I’M HOOOOOME!!!”

Ah… Dad…

“Cupcake?” He had opened the door. “How are you, sweetie?”

You turned around, in the darkness he couldn’t see your reddened eyes. “I’m good. Just finishing some homework.”

“That’s my girl. Hey, I gotta head for the night shift, but I’ll see you in the morning.” He headed towards you and kissed you on your forehead.

“I-I didn’t know you had a night shift today…”

“Yeah, I know I’m sorry. They need extra back up to supervise after Ultron’s attack.” His voice was apologetic. “I’m a sorry munchkin. I promise you I’ll here tomorrow.”

“Don’t worry. I know your job is important.” You smiled, even though you felt broken inside.

“Mom also has a night shift, but she couldn’t drop by to say goodnight.” He rolled his eyes. “You sure you’ll be okay on your own?”

“Yeah. I know the drill.”

“Goodnight munchkin.”

“Goodnight dad.”

You were all alone. He left. She didn’t even bother to check on you.

You walked up to your closet and pulled out a corkboard. Where for the last few months you had worked extensively in collecting research to figure out your thesis.

Pictures of security cameras. Documents. Transcriptions of recordings. Some were tied by a red cord. It looked like a detective trying to solve a case. And for a while, that’s what you thought you were. But as you looked through it, you found more wholes. Wherever you looked, the word failure just hammered in your head.

The word he had called you today. That insulting and disgusting word.

In your anger, you grabbed the board and knocked it over. Papers flew across the room. Strewn all around.

Sobs then proceeded to rack your body. There was no way you could do this. Who would listen to a 12-year-old anyways?

THE NEXT DAY

Neither of your parents arrived home in the morning.

New York seemed to match your mood since it was raining. It was definitely a lazy Saturday, so you decided to text Ashley that you were feeling better and that you’d see her on Monday. Then afterwards, you walked out, with your coat on and some money to spend it all in whatever you were craving for breakfast that day.

You usually didn’t ask for much, so your parents were never angry at you when you spent just a little bit more for yourself.

Is not like you were going to order a bunch of expensive items. But you just went wherever your stomach led you.

You ended up in a bustling part of the city. Despite the rain, people walked by in a hassle. You approached a food car that had a small roof to protect yourself from the light rain that fell upon New York.

“Hey, there sweetie. What would you like today?” The owner of the truck asked you kindly.

You looked at the menu, the variety of options overwhelming you. “Well… What do you recommend?”

“Ah! I think the best food to have in weather like this, is the Chocolate waffle delight. With some hot cocoa? The perfect comfort food, missy.”

“Then I’ll try it.” You smiled at him. Did you really look that bad?

After paying you still stood under the roof as the rain lightened, turning into a drizzle. The waffle was honestly really good. It was crunchy outside, but soft inside. The chocolate dripping everywhere and the sugar topping it. The hot cocoa was good too, but you preferred your dad’s. It was creamier.

As you finished your breakfast you dedicated yourself to look around at the people who walked by. Couples walked arm in arm. Families held the children’s hands. People who walked on their own, seemed to go faster. All of them had somewhere to go.

But you, today, on a Saturday like this. Had nothing to do and nowhere to go. Wasn’t that just pathetic?

If the thing with Malcolm hadn’t happened you would probably be working around those holes for your scholarship. But you didn’t feel like writing anymore. There was no motivation coursing through you like it normally did.

So you just stared.

And stared.

And stare- Wait, what?

A single person in the street stood out to you. What was he wearing?

You threw away the paper wrapper and cup of cocoa and said a hasty thank you and goodbye to the truck owner.

He was standing on the sidewalk, waiting for the crossing sign to change. And he stood out like a crown in a sea of parrots. Because yeah, New Yorkers are weird, but not that weird. Who wears a three-piece, all black, suit anyway?

You speed-walked through your pedestrian crossing, walking towards him.

It can’t be. They took him back to Asgard. They would arrest him if he ever set foot back on earth. It can’t be him.

You racked your mind for an explanation, but the place where he had just walked out of sent you into a new form of confusion. Why would he be in an elder’s home?

You finally caught up to the man. However, an inner panic overtook you so you just stood awkwardly by his side, waiting for the pedestrian light to change.

Look towards me. Come on. Notice me. You hoped since you were definitely not just going to start a conversation with an unidentified criminal. No. That would be irresponsible of you.

You bounced on the ball of your feet and when the light changed, you followed him as inconspicuously as you could.

After a minute or two of quietly following him, you just thought that maybe you were following the wrong guy. Maybe your sight failed you. There was no way this was him. I mean, he would have the FBI, the CIA, the army and the Avengers on top of him just by setting foot on earth. Yeah, you just-

“Why are you following me?”

Oh no. It’s definitely him.

“Uh-Uh, excuse me?” You tried playing dumb.

He didn’t turn around, nor he stopped. So you didn’t either.

“You have been following me for some time. Please go, I’m not friendly with kids.” He dismissively stated.

“Wow. I guess I’m just some kid. I thought I wasn’t that forgettable.” You smirked, wondering if that would steer his brain.

He only stopped when the next pedestrian light turned red.

Still not looking at you, but with a furrowed brow, he asked: “Do I know you?”

“Yep. I guess I am pretty forgettable.” You shrugged, not meeting his side looks. “I guess sneaking past the security of the highest security vehicle in the world is quite dumb.”

Is he catching on? Am I pulling this off? Or do I just look like an idiot?

It took him a second of silence and starting to cross the street to suddenly whip around in the middle of the crossing and give you a look.

“You’re my cell buffoon.” He smirked.

You gasped, feigning hurt. “Excuse Y O U. I’ll let you know that I am so much more than "entertaining”.“

You both stood there, in the middle of the street, staring at each other for a while.

"Well, this will be interesting then…” The smirk on his face told you one thing. This was just starting.

#loki #loki x reader #loki angst #loki fluff #halfrid #platonic!reader #teen!reader #loki odinson #Loki Laufeyson #Loki Friggason

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cartoonfangirl1218 · 4 years

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Antonio and Pablo Agama headcanons

Leoncio Renato Braganza-Olmos was a dashing cavalry officer, just recently promoted when he met Altagracia Luna Quelempan-Agama,a healer working in the army camp. It was during an army dance, this being the years before Shuriki, and the camp was celebrating its recent victory. Like a classic fairytale, their eyes met across the room. He introduced himself and bowed, they danced, and fell head over heels for each other. Their backgrounds were quite different with Leoncio coming from a long line of esteemed army men much like the Villalobos of Avalor City. In fact, the Villalobos family was one of their greatest rivals for the Olmos family wanted to move out of serving the borders of far away villages and achieve glory in war on foreign land or against dangerous malvagos that seemed to attack the city.

Altagracia was a mestiza, a mixed race girl of indeginous tribes that prided themselves from descending from the great Maruvians and of the more pure blood Spanish descent. Altargracia was very much inspired by her indigenous side, working hard with others to keep their culture and knowledge of medicines and textiles alive. Though, there was not much discrimination for her mixed blood, as many actually wanted to learn the secrets of ancient Maru, people still sometimes taunted them for their superstitions and outdated ideas. Both their families cautioned them from getting married, fearing that their backgrounds would be too different.

However, the couple did not care. Their backgrounds meant little compared to their love for one another. She wanted to support him in his army battles and patch him up in the privacy of their own home and Leoncio adored his at turns intelligent and fierce wife who may not be able to hold a spear but could verbally spar with the best of his fellow soldiers.

Though the life of following army camp after army camp was tiring, they leaned on each other and were thanful to have the other by their side. Eventually came the day when Leoncio got a sword through his thigh. It broke stright through the bone and sidelined him for nearly a year. He eventually healed despite fears that he’d have to be amputed, but he would live with a permenant limp and had to retire from his life of sword. It happened to be excellent timing for Altagracia was pregnant with their first child.

They settled into Altagracia’s home village where Leoncio was aimlessly lost at first, unsure that he had any skills for citizen work but with Altagracia’s guidence and help, he found his way to work as a part-time picker on pepper plantations while Altagracia continued to work and sell her weaving wares and herbal medicines.

Their first son, Antonio Lautaro Agama-Olmos was born at dawn, a loud and robust baby. A direct contrast to their second son, Pablo Sergio Agama-Olmos who was born at midnight, similarly loud but skinnier.

The family was small but happy. Leoncio being a particularly proud father, trying to teach his sons fighting tricks and boast of his great victories. However, one day, Leoncio left without a trace. Perhaps he left because life in a small village bored him, maybe he had found another woman, or maybe he wished to start over fresh in Avalor City without the burden of caring for a family or the hauntings of his former officer glory. It could have been any one of these reasons but no one would ever know for he left no note.

Altagracia received no sympathy from her family who had warned her that a wealthy man like he might get bored with her, warnings she blithely ignored. She had more help from the Olmos’ who pitied her and felt similarly abandoned for Leoncio sent no word either to them. Besides it went against their honor to abandon someone who was part of their family. They sent Altagracia an “allowance” of sorts monthly and Leoncio’s younger brother, Fernando even offered to marry her to make up for his brother’s grievous actions and give the boys a father. Altagracia politely refused, her pain was too strong and she wished never to see any of her husband’s kin ever again.

Altagracia reluctantly accepted the money as she needed it for her sons, and packed up, took up her old name, and moved to the village over the plateau. (I imagine it to be very similar to Curicó in Chile. You know, mountains on either side, a central fertile valley for agriculture, humid and wet). She couldn’t stand the humiliation of everyone knowing her husband left her and wanted to start fresh even though the rumors and pitying stares still plagued her when she moved to the new village near Mesa Roja. Words traveled fast.

Despite the money sent to her, she couldn’t buy a house with enough space for all her weaving so she couldn’t open her own weaving shop. But Altagracia was determined to make do and used the stables that adjoined her home to house her looms and set to work by herself to create the most elaborate, quality ponchos, clothes and other items till she became the known as “la mujer de la telar.” The money the Olmos did sent them was set aside for special nonessential things like archery sets or a professional portrait since Altagracia decided any essential items like food or clothing, she would pay with her own work. Those luxeries Pablo proudly boasted about since it set them apart from their little less-off farming neighbors, and he’d often sell these goods for a price. That is until Altagracia found out and threatened to stop buying him things if he wasn’t going to use it himself.

Antonio had been 7 at the time, Pablo only 6, and if that one devastating event wasn’t enough. That was the same year that Shuriki came to power. Music and the old festivals were banned. Altagracia was one of the few people who was happy with this new arrangement since she’d much rather not be reminded of dances or anything happy like that. The boys however, were sorely disappointed by the thought of no more spring harvesting festivals with the children’s races or the games and such. And the addition of Shuriki’s guards patrolling the perimeters to quell any underground rebellions was an unnerving new normal to add to their lives.

Though the boys were too young to truly understand the full context of what was going on, they came today follow their mother’s mantra of “make do with what they have” and made their own fun without the festivals like marbles or pretending their were great trapeze artists like the traveling circus they saw or exploring their new home and the surrounding wild. Antonio’s particularly favorite game was pretending to find lost treasure which influenced his later career.

By the time Antonio was a teenager, he came to think of himself as the new man of the house. He saw how Leoncio’s departure affected their mother. She threw herself into her work, and doted on them more than ever. But she was so distrustful of others especially the rich who she now thought saw people like her as playthings or beneath them. He heard the rumors and taunts of other kids that “they” were the reason their dad ran away. And he vowed that he’d bring fortune to the Agamas name. They’d be known for something else than their disappeared dad.

The one obstacle to his big plan was his own brother. It seemed Pablo had inherited their father’s propensity for wanting glory and their mother’s sly tongue. He fancied himself as a poor man’s merchant (more accurately a con man) and had been cheating people out of their money with goods that he overhyped or stole from people for them to buy it back at exorbitant prices. Antonio often chewed him out for these things especially since it could reflect badly on their whole family but Pablo defended that they wouldn’t want their dear Mama to worry more than she had to, beside he was doing his part as a dutiful son to give her money any way he can. Even though he made plenty of enemies that way. Their neighbors, the Palomas, especially.

Their mother did notice the tension between both boys and often had to drop subtle reminders and wise proverbs like “Family isn't an important thing. It's everything,” or “The important thing in a family is not being together but being united.”

But they both possessed the same stubborness and their differences grew anyway. Antonio was a studious student, paying attention in class while Pablo often skipped because he felt there was no point. Most people didn’t use the lessons on geometry or English in their daily lives, they learned their family trade and that was that. He much preferred to wager and make bets with the boys and flirt. Antonio had also entertained thoughts of marrying girls he had crushes on but he knew that would doom his dream. Once he got married, he’d have to stay settled down and he didn’t want that so he staye dcelibate though many women, allured by his muscular build, did try to tempt him much to Pablo’s disgust (Poor Pablo, he wanted to be tempted. That's all he wanted!). But Antonio was different. Their teacher, Professora Risquez thought Antonio had potential, he had a passion for history and the stories of treasure hunters so she told him about the field of archeology. It sounded like a dream to him! Being able to find lost civilizations that told them of where they came from and what they did just like the ancient Maruvians.

He couldn’t get the kind of education at home. Not there where the highest level was 12th grade. Professora Risquez offered to sponsor him to go to the University of Avalor. He would live with her parents in their house in the city and he could pursue a degree in archaeological studies. It was a perfect plan and Altagracia was thrilled for her son, and Antonio was similarly thrilled. He was getting one step closer to his dream of bringing fame to the Agama name.

The only one who was less enthusiastic was Pablo who thought Antonio was acting stuck up and superior to him which he kind of was. This led to their first major fight, leading them to never speak to each other for the next twenty eight years.

Antonio hunkered down on his studies, but it had been quite a shock when he first arrived in the city. They had so many more modern convencies like carriages instead of carts and shops for everything and the port brought all sorts of peoples and stories of distant lands that he could never imagine. He even saw a professional circus that put the traveling circus he saw in his childhood to shame.

Then there was the actual university, the small school with its few teachers and lackluster substance had not prepared him for rigerous testing and academic tone of the unversity. But Professora Risquez’s parents had been former professors themselves and helped him with his study habits and time management. As for the kids, some were nice, some were snobs, a regular crowd of all kinds of people. Though sometimes those classist snobs sniffed at his “village peasant” accent and how fast he talked (Chilean spanish accents is known for being the fastest-spoken) so he learned to modify his fast to his slower, guttural sound.

It got stressful at times but the one thing that kept him going was the passion for archeology itself. Each book he read, he yearned to know more, to learn more, to go out and explore and find the routes himself which he did every summer, even managing to secure his first glimpse of fame when he found the Heiroglyphic Staircase of Maru.

Pablo stayed at home, helping his mom with selling her wares and occasionally take odd jobs about town. Eventually, he got bored with the poor provincial village and decided to set out for his own. Altagracia gave her blessings since she had enough money to get by on her own with her work and the allowance from the Olmos. Besides she felt that maybe it would encourage Pablo to grow up a little especially now that he was out of Antonio’s shadow. He offered his services as a salesman to various small businesses but often quit when he felt ready to wander again or because he wanted a larger cut than his employers were willing to give him. He also decided to do his own version of treasure hunting and find items from the trash or wild or sometimes laying around someone’s backyard and sell them, often adding they belonged to some famous royal or legend or had magic properties. Then splitting town before his angry customors found out they were tricked.

Meanwhile, as Pablo scraped by, Antonio was sending money and letters to their mother with each new discovery he found. He had gotten his biggest dream as a result with the fame and universities begging him to come vist and give lectures. He did so especially if Professora Risquez asked, but he found the fame wasn’t as appealing as he thought it would be. Lectures, especially preparing them, were boring and he didn’t sell his items rather he gave them to museums to study. He much preferred the thrill of the adventuring and the excitment of finding treasure than anything else.

Then came the day he ventured to Obsidian Island. He had been so sure of himself, having sort of bought into his own hype, and that this would be his greatest find yet. But he had not anticipated for the gecko curse to be real! He freaked out when he was first transformed finding his brain sharing the instincts of a gecko’s and he’d often be distracted by his gecko instincts. Which he had stayed in that form for years.

Meanwhile, Pablo had come home from his itenerite wanderings after his mother wrote to him to come back. He had been 5 years since she had last heard from Antonio. Pablo had no information to give her on that front, but it didn’t matter because she needed him now that her arthritis was acting up and it was harder for her to move. Eventually, she had stopped moving completely and needed to move around in a wheelchair. Pablo cared for her during her final days and then Antonio came back.

He finished his adventure at Obsidian Island, and no longer a gecko, he had to apologize and explain to everyone he had known what had happened. His first trip was to his dear mama who had wept with joy seeing Antonio alive and well and that he had not abandoned her as she had thought. Pablo was put-off. Finally, he had time with their mama but once again Antonio, the golden boy outshone him and “saved” the day.

The next day, Altagracia died, seemingly ready to move on after seeing her son again. Pablo and Antonio tersely arranged the funeral together, maintaing some politeness to each other. But that all exploded after the funeral. Pablo made some comment of how nice it was for the famed and renowned Antonio Agama to find time to visit and how he had done all the work when Altagracia was ill and Antonio made her think he had left them just like Leoncio. Antonio shot back that he didn’t mean to not contact them. He was a freaking gecko! Those were exnuating circumstances, and it wasn’t like Pablo was so concerned about his welfare since he hadn’t written him so much a letter since Antonio left for college. This left them in fury and they refused to talk to each other again.

Until the will came and both were given parts of that treasure map aka The Family Treasure. After the events of that episode and Elena’s song getting stuck in their head thus reminding them, they decided to patch up their relationship and spend more time with one another with Antonio even inviting Pablo to his next archeological adventure so they’d have plenty of time to talk or find more things to fight about, but they’ve come to sort of like it that way.

#pablo agama #antonio agama #my headcanons #my hcs #headcanons #elena of avalor

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kaelen · 4 years

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10 question tag

thanks to @soulful-studyblr for tagging me in this! (and sorry that it took me forever to do)

the rules: answer the questions the individual who tagged you asked, then make up your own and tag as many others as you please :)

questions from @soulful-studyblr:

Favorite color- that prize has got to go to green. moss, frogs, sunlight coming through trees, what’s not to love?

Why do you like language- ‘cause it’s cool. no, but seriously, there’s no way to explain it without sounding like a colossal idiot, but that’s how people communicate, and live their lives, and that’s just indescribably cool to me. it all makes sense to them, and i want to be a part of that. even with english, there’s always so much more to learn, and the more exposed to the language you are, the more you get to know about the people who speak it, and that’s just. it’s pretty awesome. makes my internal organs clench up. in a good way.

Why are you learning your 2nd languages- my second language is spanish, and i think i’m partially learning it out of practicality, but also because i like it :) there are a lot of other languages that i like too, of course, but i started learning this one first. it’s easily accessible, and there’s a whole wealth of cultures to learn about in the meanwhile. that wasn’t a super cogent answer, i guess, but i think i sort of got my point across.

Least favorite taste- hm. i mean my own bile has got to be up there, but i bet someone else’s bile would be worse. i’ve has the merciful good luck of not having to find out though, so in terms of things i’ve actually tasted, i would cautiously say that my least favorite is (my own bile, seconded by) shirataki noodles. you can say that i’ve never had them prepared properly, and you’re probably right, but the way that i’ve had them, the smell, the texture... they don’t actually taste like much but that somehow makes it worse. i have no clue how people eat those.

dogs or cats- well, i have a dog, and she’s quite lovely, so i’ll say dogs, but really i love them both. i used to be a diehard dog person, but my first boyfriend loved cats, so i became, if not converted, very sympathetic to the cat person cause. i think my first pet out of college will be a cat, but i love them both!

Would you rather- i think i would rather, yes.

Have you always liked learning?- 100% yes, but academia-type subjects in particular (literature, languages, anything you’d find on a medblr) have always been my favorite. i’m willing to pick up welding, but i doubt i’d like learning it as much.

2nd favorite book- what a delightfully random question! i forgot the name of it, but it’s this book i read in maybe 2017. i might give kind of a spoiler trying to describe it oops. so it’s a historical fiction set in maybe france around the 1300s (a total guess), and it starts with this traveler sitting down in a pub, and he can’t afford a beer, so the owner offers him food and drink in exchange for a story. so then he starts to tell the story that’s the main plot of the book. it’s about this magical young girl, and her dog who came back from the dead, and two boys (there are some things that make them special too but i forgot what. i think one of them is an orphan and jewish. and one is black maybe) gallivanting around the country together trying to accomplish an objective that i’ve forgotten. along the way they wreak a fair amount of havoc, and the king sets out to kill them because they caused him some trouble. and as all this is happening, the traveler is describing events getting closer and closer to the present, until, as the book ends, the kids enter the pub where the story is being told. there’s no way i’m doing it justice here, but it was just great. an amazingly well-written book, so pretty to read (had that old book aesthetic), and the story was just so well-researched and ghfshgjka. i loved it. i wish i remembered the name. something illuminating??? OKAY I GOT IT MAYBE I SHOULD HAVE JUST LOOKED UP 50 SEARCH TERMS TO START OUT WITH. IT’S THE INQUISITOR’S TALE BY ADAM GIDWITZ AND IT’S ABSOLUTELY GOBSMASHINGLY FANTASTIC.

Favorite time period for fashion- i think that the last 50 years or so have been pretty good fashion-wise for the middle class in america, with lots of more affordable, low-maintenance clothing options, but that’s not a fun answer. now, i had to do reasearch for this. if i get to be obscenely wealthy and exist in any location i so choose, i think that Italy from 1500-1510 would be my favorite for fashion. i prefer the more open necklines, especially square ones, embroidery, dramatic sleeves, and cinched silhouettes to earlier ones, though i’m not a huge fan of the layers and boning, even that’s not as bad when you get into southern Italy. (even though i would still love to be rich in the present day and circle through 60 or so teuta matoshi dresses. and long peacoats. i love peacoats.)

One good thing that happend to you today- hm. well, i’ve been really stressed out lately trying to figure out how to get into/pay for college. (my dream school is a private liberal arts/small research university on the east coast. i won’t say exactly which because there are a few top contenders at the moment that i could never afford or get into anyways.) so, the good part is that i finally got to laying out a plan for practicing for the sat, applying for jobs, applying for scholarships, and working on my meager serving of extracurriculars, which will hopefully increase my chances of getting into/being able to afford the schools i want to go to. i guess that that’s not something that happened to me because i made it happen, but it’s similar enough.

thank you for tagging me !

i’m tagging @ninasowl-studyblr and @la-biblioteca-de-ciana. both are excellent accounts, and, as i’m fairly new, pretty much the extent of my mutuals.

questions:

if you could travel anywhere (in or out of the world) right now, where are you traveling? (pretend c*****v**** and money aren’t issues)

why did you start your blog?

how ya doin’?

are you a chocolate or vanilla person?

what’s your motivation for learning your tl(s)?

what’s the next language you would like to learn, if any?

what’s your favorite song at the moment?

favorite food?

feelings on duolingo?

what have you done to be proud of recently?

#tag game #not language related #spanish langblr #langblr #langblog #spanish #lingblr #polyglot #bilingual #multilingual #español #spain

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Prompt: “ The language of love” Prinxiety. Please and thank you! Love your work btw!

Aww thank you!

Note: Since @sugarglider9603 and @ask-spiderverse-virgil got spammed with angst in their Spiderverse AU, I decided to write something super fluffy since I can’t do anything else but tell people to respect her wishes when it comes to angst.

Trigger Warning: Food, kissing, a reference to Intimacy and All Its Forms

Pairings: Prinxiety and Logicality (mentioned)

If you were to ask someone what the love languages, they would say, according to the famous Dr. Chapman, there are five love languages: Words of Affirmation, Acts of Service, Receiving Gifts, Quality Time, and Physical Touch. If you were to ask someone else what the romance languages were, they would say there are five; French, Spanish, Portuguese, Italian, and Romanian.

If you were to ask Roman and Virgil, they would say there are five: Physical Touch, Spanish, French, Dancing, and Singing. Logan would be appalled that would attempt to disprove someone like Dr. Chapman while Patton found it cute and would shush Logan with a kiss. But they didn’t care what anyone else thought, it was theirs and only theirs.

1. Physical Touch

Roman and Virgil were lounging on Virgil’s bed, facing opposite directions. The room was quiet except for the sound of pencils scribbling across papers and soft music playing in the background. It was a peaceful sight.

Until Virgil suddenly sprung up, head nearly hitting the ceiling due to his spider powers, and held his paper above his head triumphantly. “Finished!”

Roman threw his pencil down, much like a football player who just lost the championship game “No! I was so close!”

“Better luck next time Princey!”

Roman was suddenly struck with an idea and finished the rest of the worksheet.

Virgil tilted his head “What are you doing Princey? The bet was whoever finishes first.”

“Nope! It was whoever finishes first and who has the most correct answers. You may have bested me in speed but my smarts will avenge me.”

Virgil smirked, “If you remember that, then you remember who’s grading.”

“Yeah, it’s Logan. Why?”

Virgil sat back down and raised an eyebrow. “You really think my best friend is going to let me lose a bet to you?”

Roman open his mouth to retort but it snapped shut as he realized how right his boyfriend was. Roman gently pushed the worksheet to the side and leaned over so that he was face to face with Virgil. “You’re a monster.”

Virgil leaned in and whispered for his and Roman’s lips were inches apart. “Oh yeah? Then how are you going to defeat me, Princey?”

Roman leaned forward, captured Virgil’s lips. Virgil happily kissed him back, even allowing Roman to push him down so that he was fulling laying on the bed. In the past, even thinking of something like that would terrify him but Roman made him so calm and happy that he’d do it all day.

Roman gently pulled back and whispered as he placed his hands on Virgil’s waist “Is this okay?”

Virgil’s heart soars at those words. Roman loved physical affection but he always asked, especially after The Incident That Shall Not Be Named. Virgil nodded and cupped Roman’s face, pulling him back into the kiss. They only pulled apart to start another kiss, then two more, then three days. They needed to practice their counting for Algebra anyway.

Suddenly, there was a banging at the door. “Virgil? Why is this door locked? What are you two doing in there?!”

Virgil cringed, he had forgotten his mother was home. He turned his head towards the door “We’re just studying Mama!”

Virgil could feel his mother’s skeptical glare through the door. “This door better be open by the count of three. One…”

Roman rolled off of Virgil and used his webbing to pick up the book he kicked off the bed during his and Virgil’s makeout session. Virgil used his own webbing to fling himself across the room towards the door.

“Two. Three.” Mrs. Storm was actually surprised when Virgil pulled the door open right on three and minimum shuffling was heard.

Virgil smiled casually at his mom “See? We’re just studying.” Virgil turned and motioned towards the bed before cringing as Roman was reading his Algebra book upside down.

Mrs. Storm raised an eyebrow “I see, then you two won’t mind leaving the door open from now on.”

“Yes, Má.”

“You know what happens when young boys are behind closed doors.”

Virgil replied, slightly more embarrassed “Yes Má.”

“And I know you want to explore your–”

“ MA PLEASE!” Virgil’s face turned bright red and Roman threw his head back laughing “Can we please go back to studying?”

Mrs. Storm smiled and rubbed his head “Alright. Oh and Roman? It might be easier to understand what you’re studying if you held the book right side up.”

If he was any other man, Roman would have panicked. However, he was Roman Marigold, actor, and superhero. He flashed his award-winning smile and says “That would make sense, Mrs.Strom, but unfortunately I do not understand it right side up so I was attempting a new study tactic.”

Virgil was able to let go of the breath he was holding and Mrs. Storm smiled softly at Roman. “I see, carry on boys.”

2. Spanish

Virgil waited until his mother was all the way down the hall before turning around to Roman. He was sitting cross-legged, smirking playfully. Damn him.

Virgil glared, though he wasn’t actually mad “That was too close.”

Roman simply shrugged and extended his arms, making grabby hands much like a toddler.

Virgil wanted to smack him, with his mouth, repeatedly. “We could have gotten in serious trouble.”

“But we didn’t~” Roman finally replied, “Now come here, mi amor.”

Virgil crossed his arms and huffed playfully “Nah.”

“ Oh mi amor, ¿por qué me haces tanto daño?”

Virgil felt the butterflies in his stomach began to dance, he loved it when Roman spoke to him in Spanish, even if he had no idea what Roman was saying. Though, an unspoken bet had begun with Virgil losing if he sat back down on the bed.

Roman knew this, so he decided to pull out all the stops “ Te amo Virgil, solo quiero darte un beso. ¿Por favor mi amor?”

It was getting harder and harder for Virgil to budge “Sorry, I don’t understand Spanish.”

“Mi corazón. Mi alma gemela. Mi ángel. Eres tan maravilloso. Eres hermosa. Eres mi todo. ¡Te amo mucho!”

Virgil rolled his eyes before diving into Roman’s arms. He stole a quick kiss before moving to sit next to Roman, in case his mom came back.

Virgil knew his face was very red and he hides it in his hands “You’re too good at that.”

Roman smiles softly “Gracias cariño, cualquier cosa para ti.”

“You can stop now.”

“¿Pero por qué? Te hace sonreír amante.”

Virgil picked up the nearest textbook and gently smacked Roman in the face. “We have homework.

3. French

Roman threw his head back and laughed “Why must you hurt me so?!” Roman let out an over the top gasp “And you turned off my Spanish!”

Virgil playfully shoved him and used the “boost” to lean down and pull out his French textbook. Virgil bite his lip as he stared at the cover, French was his hardest class

“I still can’t believe you took French,” Roman said as he pulled out his Spanish textbook

“I can’t believe you took Spanish.”

Roman shrugged and flipped to his homework “I needed an easy class this Semester. Plus it’s my last class of the day and I need an hour to decompress before play practice.”

Virgil hummed, trying his best to focus on the foreign words in front of him. He gently placed his head on Roman’s shoulder and smiled when Roman leaned his head against Virgil’s.

“So why did you take French anyway? You never told me.”

Virgil looked away “You’re going to laugh.”

“Nonsense, I never laugh at you.”

Virgil shot him a glare

“…much anymore. Come on! I’m nosey, tell me!”

Virgil snickered “Ugh fine, only because you’re groveling.” His expression turned soft and sentimental “It was all Ms. Green’s idea. She said that if I wanted to have a better connection with Ballet, I should study the language of origin. That way I know the words to songs I’m dancing too.” Virgil began to rub the back of his neck nervously “Sorry, you probably think that so dorky.”

Roman gently took Virgil’s hands in his “Not at all. Mr. Bell got me into reading old Greek and Roman plays to see how theater has evolved over time.”

Virgil smirked, “ha, nerd.”

Roman decided to ignore that comment and kiss both of Virgil’s hands, making Virgil blushed once again. Roman peered over the book and smiled at the picture of the couple sitting in a cafe in Paris. He wondered how long it would take them to swing there.

“You know mi amor, if you master French, you could seduce me with it.” Roman reached into the book once filled with chips and frowned when his hand hit the bottom of the bowl. “Aww, there’s no more snacks.” Roman hopped off the bed and picked up the bowl “Not to worry, I’ll get some more and endure the awkward conversation with your mom.” Roman bowed and walked out of the room.

As soon as Roman was out the door, Virgil flips quickly through his textbook. He came across the chapter titled “The REAL Love Language”, the title made him roll his eyes but it had exactly what he wanted so he couldn’t complain.

Roman returned, looking unfazed from the conversation that he just had that he will not be repeating. He smiled at the sight of his boyfriend studying intensely. Virgil looked up and smiled before saying “Je t'aime romain.”

Roman nearly fainted

“Tu es incroyable” Virgil was horribly butchering the pronunciation but that did not matter at all to Roman. Virgil squinted at the textbook, trying to pick something simple to say when Roman lowered the textbook and kissed Virgil.

They pulled apart when they heard Grandma Storm cleared her throat, Virgil jumped back and Roman straightening up.

Grandma Storm smirked at them, waggling her finger “Homework first boys.”

“Yes, Mama.” They said in unison.

4. Dancing

Virgil flopped onto his back, feeling exhausted “I finally finished…now I’m going to sleep for 30 years.”

Roman laid down, propping himself up with his elbow “And you call me dramatic.”

“Hush, French is hard.”

Roman leaned down and gently kissed Virgil’s head. “Well, now you can rest.”

“I wish. I have to practice my routine at least once today. You, uh, can watch if you want. Or not! I don’t mind.”

Roman sat up “I love watching you dance nightingale. You look so happy and relaxed when you do so.”

Virgil had no idea you could fall in love with someone you were already in love it “Thanks Princey.” Virgil climbed off the bed and grabbed his ballet shoes. After he placed them on his feet, he did some stretches, pretending not to notice that Roman was totally checking him out.

After five minutes of torturing Roman, Virgil qued up his song and began to dance. It was a lyrical and a slow tempo. It was like he was sleeping, moving through his dream.

Roman watched, hearts replacing his pupils. The sight was just so peaceful, like something straight out of a movie. He tattooed every minute into his mind.

Virgil spun over to Roman, pulling him up and off the bed. Virgil did most of the work, using Roman as something to balance on as he stood on his toes or when he needed to jump in the song to prevent him from making a hole in the ceiling.

They both knew Virgil didn’t need it but neither one was complaining.

As the song faded out, Roman “helped” Virgil do one last turn before the shared a hug.

“Thanks for your help Sir Sing-A-Lot,” Virgil whispered before kissing Roman’s neck

“No problem my dark and stormy knight.” Roman pulled back gently held Virgil’s arms “But now it’s my turn.”

5. Singing

Roman led Virgil to the bed and sat him down. He quickly grabbed Virgil’s guitar that was resting in front of the bed and played one cord. Roman winced and began to tune it. “You’re punishing this guitar you know,” Roman said in a matter-of-fact tone.

“Not my fault, time is never on my side”

“You could just give it to me.”

“Never.”

Roman chuckled “Worth a shot.” He finished tuning the guitar shortly after that and began to play.

“Wish men say, only fools rush in, but I can’t help falling in love with you”

Virgil sighed lovingly. Roman was like a siren, his beautiful voice enchanted all who heard it. Virgil was secretly so happy that Roman seemed to sing for him to most. He didn’t care how selfish that might sound. Roman was his boyfriend and Virgil planned on keeping him for a long time.

The song ended too soon for Virgil’s taste but it meant he could reward his boyfriend with a kiss. They made out a bit more, making sure their superhearing was forced on anyone coming towards them.

Both of them loved their love languages, but they loved each other more.

~Tag list:

@corkeecoderyt @Per-seph-o-nee @Ohshrekmyheck @3milystuff @Asymmetricalgarbage8888 @fairytailtwists @sanders-sides-rebloger @sanderssidesfluffyangst @unikornavenger @0callmevirge0 @gloomingwitch @roxiefox24 @ijustreallylovesanderssides @unisaurioamorfo

#prinxiety #sander sides #spiderverse au #roman sanders #virgil sanders #fluff #send me asks

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yoonseo · 5 years

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Midnight Steter ideas (delusions) #1.1

Hi, this was removed from my page for some reason so this is actually me reposting this story. even though its the first of this little series of mine... technically.

What if stiles and derek are childhood friends?

like… they had the same classes together, were the same age, grew up together and all that?

And Derek and Laura still vanish right after the fire. Leaving behind stiles and peter

And stiles can’t understand why.

Because it hurt like he had lost family too

Because after his dad fell into his drunk depression he spent all his time at the hale house

And suddenly the people who loved him and fed him and helped him with his homework are gone

And sure, the last few months he had seen a little less of them

Because Derek had found better friends and had started to ignore him

But he still babysat cora sometimes. Peter still picked him up from the library sometimes with Laura or talia or Jonah to stop by the diner on the way home to get something to eat. And now Laura and Derek are gone, and stiles never even saw him aside from that devastating night standing outside of his father’s police cruiser hearing peters screams as he was carted away in the ambulance. Derek made eye contact with him then just left.

And he thought maybe they were going to the hospital

So stiles begged his dad to drive him over

And he sat in peters room watching him breath through all the machines. He sat and he waited and he waited and they never showed up

Until his father comes in at 4 am covered in soot with a grim expression in his face

Saying that they had left and he didn’t know where

And stiles just, squares his shoulders and tells his dad to go to home, get a shower and get some rest.

And his dad prompts him to come with him but he shakes his head face grim. As he looks at peters pain twisted scars. “I’m staying here dad… I’ll come home in the morning when Mellissa comes on shift.” And John knowing a lost fight when he sees one just swipes his hand down his tired face and nods backing out.

John doesn’t go home that night. He sleeps on the cot in the station going over everything he can. The hale were friends and he wants to know how this happened. Beside he doesn’t come home much anyway….

Neglectful dad… great cop… but he tries.

As soon as John leaves the room stiles grabs peters non burned hand. And just starts talking

Not knowing if peter can hear him. But knows peter would want the truth

“Hey peter… it’s… it’s just us now… I mean Derek and Laura are still alive, but they…” he shook his head and swallowed his grief. “They left us peter.” His grip tightened as a surge of rage welled up from beneath the hurt. “They just… they tucked tail and ran.”

And he knows it’s not fair

Being mad at them

They just lost their entier family in one night

And grief is handled in different ways

If peter were able he would have laughed at the analogy

But he couldn’t

So silence hung in the room

As stiles breathed deep and rest his head against the unmarried half of his chest

Listening to the steady thrum of peters heart

“You’ll get better… you’ll get better and I’ll be here, and you won’t be alone…. you won’t.” He whispered fiercely

He closed his eyes and hoped he wouldn’t dream of fire.

Within peter. In the dark… buried beneath the pain and the loss. His wolf howled mournfully and with rage. Latching onto the single pack thread that still glowed strong. Latched onto it with teeth and claws and held on for all he was worth. The bright gold thread pulsing with the same hurt and rage. “Friend, pack, safe, protect” his wolf felt. And settled into the darkness to heal.

Stiles is Derek’s age?… maybe?

He baby sat cora who is scots age

He sometimes babysits scott too

Since Melissa took such good care of him and his dad. That’s why he knows her

So he is 15? Now… 16?

Or is he 17… since Derek was 15 for page… but that death didn’t happen. Because that was about the time stiles mom died and so most of the hales were hovering around the stilinskis at the time. Including peter.

So Paige just moved away

Derek was still sad… but not distraught

But still fell into kate anyway

The French teacher… stiles took Spanish so he didn’t see it. Didn’t know that was why Derek had pulled away.

Anyway, stiles is… 17. Old enough to drive and have a job and shit…

Melissa jostles stiles awake around 9am telling him to go home and take a shower that he smells like fire. Stiles flinches and Melissa curses her stupid mouth. She hugs the boy. And stiles cards his long fingers gently through peters hair. Before bidding goodbye. And driving home.

Stiles doesn’t see the cruiser in the drive way

Assumes his dad stayed at the precinct again

As usual. It stopped hurting a long time ago.

And goes to unlock the door

He almost didn’t hear it

Almost in his tired state dismissed it as a noise he made or a delusion all together

But something prickles at the back of his neck tugs on his chest, made him take notice. Made him check

He strained his ears and heard it again. A noise from the tree house in the back of his yard that he and Derek and Laura (his dad and peter and talias husband Lukas) has built when they were younger.

And his heart lept, for a moment stiles though it might be Derek, maybe he had waited to say goodbye after all?

Maybe… maybe… the sudden quiet sounds of a baby crying make all his thoughts stop as he rushed around to the back of the house and scaled the tree.

There, covered in mud and soot and blood sat little Cora hale and the youngest of the hale family. Malia, daughter of peter. A scandal that had shocked the whole hale family when the mother had left her on the portch with but a short note attached. Even more surprising was when peter stepped up to take care of her.

Cora sat curled into the corner of the tree house with baby malia clutched to her chest like a life line. Wedged between a beanbag chair and the wall.

Not knowing what to say, stiles took in the wild harried frightened state of her and said the first thing that came to mind

“I bet you two are pretty hungry by now huh?”

Hitting himself for not knowing what to say was so busy berating himself that he almost didn’t catch the baby and child who had all but flung herself at stiles sobbing

Gently pulling the whimpering baby from Cora’s grasp as she in turn latched her small arms around his middle. He checked over the slightly damp disgruntled baby. In one hand and then curled the other around Cora. “Hey there dragon slayer, you’re safe now, you protected the princess in the tower and the evil has fled. You were so brave and did such a good job. None of the dragons fire touched her. How about I reward your bravery, with a nice meal and a hot bath?” Cora nodded into stiles stomach where her sobs were starting to wind down. And pulled away.

When stiles baby sat scott and Cora it was always a game they played. The tree house being the tower… though usually stiles ended up being the princess

While Cora and scott slayed imaginary dragons

Carefully stiles tucked the baby close to him and climbed out of the thankfully low to the ground tree house.

Watching carefully as Cora nimbly decended and latched herself to stiles like a lamprey. Stiles wound his free hand around her small shoulders and guided her into the house through the back door and into the kitchen.

He emmediately started heating a bottle of milk for malia and making a cup of cocoa for Cora. And as she sniffles quietly over her mug. Stiles pulled the milk off the stove to let it cool and called his dad from the phone in the kitchen.

His dad picked up on the 2nd ring. Sighing. “Hey stiles, I know I’m not home and I said I would be, but I’ve still got paperwork and.” Stiles cut his dad off mid rant. “That’s great and all but I’ve got two tiny hales sitting in my kitchen, and I need you to not freak out, or tell anyone they are here until you’ve finished your investigation, can you do that? Because if you can’t, I will take them and hide. Because something has Cora spooked and she is the bravest of literally all the hales.” At that Cora looked up both surprised and pleased. Then went back to slowly sipping her cocoa.

“Stiles… I know you, we can set them up in a safe house or something, this isn’t your responsibility. Yes they were good to you, but I won’t be around to help you take care of them.” Stiles cut him off again.

“No, they aren’t my responsibility, but they are mine. My friends. My family, mine. And I won’t abandon them just like I would never abandon you. Now don’t argue with me or I’ll make you eat green foods only for the rest of the month. I need to call Melissa so she can come over and make sure neither Cora or Malia have any lasting damage due to smoke inhalation.”

“After that, and only after we know they are physically okay, can you start your questioning. Okay? Good. I’ll make stake tonight. You can even have mashed potatoes with extra cheese like you like.” And then befor his dad could argue or respond he hung up

And dialed the hospital to talk to Mellissa

Once Melissa was in the phone he gave her the rundown requesting her to pick up some clean Cora and Malia sized clothes, which he knew she would know sizes since she also had babysat the smaller hales from time to time seeing as they were in the same class as scott and had gotten along well.

After stiles hung up. He turned to Cora. “So I know you heard all that, and know Melissa is coming over wit some clean clothes for you, but I bet you’d like to go ahead and take a bath. Get all that mud and everything off of you.” At this cora nodded quickly and made her way to the bathroom upstairs shedding her clothes like a tiny tornado. Stiles just smiled and picked them up and threw them in the bin in the kitchen before making his way upstairs to find Cora already making a bubble bath

He laughed as Cora all but flung herself into the bubble bath, busting herself with some of the toys she had left the last time stiles had babysat them over night. When Cora caught him staring she tilted her head in question. “Nothing just though you had the right idea with the bubble bath. Hope don’t mind wearing one of my tee shirts when you get out… I’ll even let you wear the lacrosse hoodie okay?” At this Cora cheered. “Thanks stiles!” And then dunked her head under the water sloshing some of it into the bathroom floor.

Stiles laughed and started pulling off malias dirty clothes and diaper. Washing her in the sink while singing the little mermaid with Cora.

After maila was in a fresh diaper and swaddled in the softest blanket. And Cora wash swimming in stiles lacrosse hoodie. Stiles had barely sat down on the couch when the doorbell rang. Instantly Cora had wedged herself behind stiles unsure of who was visiting. Only to relax completely when Melissa came barging through the door. With bags of baby stuff and things for a 6 year old little girl.

And surprisingly, or not surprisingly a small sad eyed scott and food groceries.

As soon as Cora saw scott and his puppy eyes it was wailing all over again. The two 6 year olds crying and hugging in a pile on the living room floor.

And pain lanced through stiles heart at he was once again reminded of everything they had lost, the Cora had lost. But he still had Cora and Malia and peter. So he would hold up. For them. Always. He shushed Malia before she started crying with the sad duo. And pulled blanked and pillows off the couch onto the floor for a now exhausted scott and Cora to curl up on and under. And pressed play on the remote for the vcr. Letting lilo and stitch play in the background for them while he brought Melissa into the kitchen with himself and a now sleeping malia.

They traded loads. Melissa taking Malia and a new onesie she had bought on her way over with many other essentials. And sat at the kitchen table dressing her and stile quickly rifled through the bags sorting them and putting the food away.

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