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parkerpeter24 · 2 years

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could u write a tasm!peter fic where like, during that talk with peter 2 in nwh where he tells him to not give up bc him and mj made it work and all he remember this girl he’s been crushing on, which is the reader obviously, and after he comes back he makes a move and its super cute cos he’s shy and nervous and all that yk what i mean like anyway mwah bye love ya

i tried girls. also, sorry for the late reply <3 i just thought i’d make this a part of the nwh blurbs since i haven’t written any more 😭

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you thought another day in new york would be like the usual, boring and exhaustive, like it always was. however, you were proven wrong when a bus came hurtling towards you as a consequence of a fight between the city’s beloved spider-man and the lizard.

your feet were frozen to the ground, unable to move however hard you tried, as you watched the huge metal being thrown at you. your arms flew in front, bracing yourself for impact.

but it never came.

in that moment you’d thought that you died. but as you opened your eyes, all you could see was a blue and red coloured suit that was holding a man inside of it. a spider-man, to be specific.

“go, go, move out of the way!” he yelled towards you even though his attention was undivided towards the mass of citizens evacuating the area and the giant green reptile, who was now being referred to as doctor curt connors, one of the most brilliant scientists working at oscorp, by j jonah jameson.

you rushed away from the scene, finding a spot to hide and watched from a distance as spider-man took down the lizard.

a wave of applause and cheers were heard from the citizens who were yet again saved by the friendly neighborhood superhero.

that was the first time you saw spider-man.

the second time you saw him was, however, more awkward than dangerous.

peter was already late for dinner and he was sure he would be hearing an earful from may so he just stopped at the grocery store to get her favorite yogurt for dessert. he jogged inside the store as soon as he landed on the pavement after his patrol, still in his blue and red suit but to his advantage, the place was not too crowded.

“can i get two strawberry yogurts?” he asked the owner of the shop.

the middle aged man pulled out two yogurts from the refrigerator nearby and placed it on the counter, eyeing the random stranger in a spider-man costume wearily, “five dollars.” he mumbled.

as peter searched for his wallet in the hidden pockets of his suit, he found his heart drop, just like his wallet probably had earlier in the day while he was busy fighting the green reptile.

“i-i don’t have any money on me.” peter replied sheepishly, waiting for the older man to reply.

and the reply was as he’d expected, “sorry, man, no money, no yogurt.” the deli’s owner was obviously thinking that peter was some rando in a costume while he was too nice to play the but-i-save-the-city-every-night card.

“alright.” peter pursed his lips even though he was aware the elder couldn’t see it. he noticed that his phone had also taken some of the beating from before.

what he failed to notice, however, was that a girl– you– standing a few feet away from him has heard this conversation.

you walked to the counter just as spider-man turned around to leave, “excuse me? i’d like to buy those two yogurts.” and you placed a five dollar bill on the counter.

peter didn’t think much of it at all as he walked out the door. everyone had their share of luck and he guessed today just wasn’t his day. he’d have to profusely apologise to may for being extremely late and not bringing her anything except for a busted lip which he got when he “walked into a wall.”

just as the teenager held out his hand to swing away to reach a bit earlier for dinner at his aunt’s, he heard a call of his name, well, his alter ego’s name.

“spider-man!” you called out, running towards him. the superhero turned around and watched you get closer until you were two steps away from him, panting heavily, “h-hey! i got something that belongs to you.”

spider-man didn’t say anything for a hot second, making you pull out the two cups of may’s favorite yogurt from a little compartment of your backpack.

“for me?” peter asked you.

“yeah, you wanted it and i saw you didn’t have any money so i thought i’d get it for you.” you smiled sweetly at him and peter’s heart swelled with gratefulness.

nonetheless, he started to politely deny, “oh, i couldn’t possibly-” only to be cut off mid sentence.

“it’s the least i can do after you saved my life.” you handed him the cups, “i’ll see you around i guess..”

you didn’t wish for the conversation to end so soon but there wasn’t really anything left to say as you found yourself taking a step back.

“i hope so too.” peter mumbled before clearing his throat. he was just grateful for the sweet gesture and that was the only reason his heart was fluttering inside his chest, there couldn’t have been another reason. he shook the thoughts out of his head, “thanks a lot. you’re my hero!” peter complimented, making you laugh before he swung away.

god how he wished he could stay there and hear you laugh again.

after that day, peter really tried to control the urge to find you but failed miserably. all he wanted was to get to know you, hence he visited the two places he’d seen you that day frequently, just to get a glimpse of you again. and when he did, he was beyond happy. now all he had to do was approach you and ask you to be his friend.

he wasn’t quite sure how.

he landed at the deli after finding it to be not one of those days when he was confident behind his mask and ended up going inside to get a sandwich. the brunette was pretty sure the store was his new favorite place for food.

he went in again and there was the owner, eyeing him weirdly once more. he chuckled nervously, “can i get a cheese sandwich?”

“you got the money?” the owner asked and peter pulled out his wallet this time to show the guy before he went in to heat up his sandwich.

“here for yogurt again?” peter’s head snapped around at your voice so suddenly that his wallet fell out of his hands. “oh, sorry i didn’t mean to startle you.” you bent down and picked it up for him, your gaze falling to a picture of an old couple. you averted your eyes and closed the wallet before you could take a good look, “s-sorry i didn’t mean to pry.”

he took his the brown wallet from your hands quickly, “it’s alright, as long as you didn’t look.”

“i didn’t.” you assured peter with a little smile, “so… what are you doing here?”

waiting for you. “i’m just getting a sandwich. you?”

“milkshake.”

peter had finally got an opportunity. he found a conversation starter. he also found that you visited the deli frequently since it was the closest to your apartment building. since that day on, peter shared his stories with you. he told you about his patrol, sometimes– very rarely– about his personal life, until one day he decided that he could no longer keep his identity from you, finally summed up the courage and told you who spider-man really was.

he was the most beautiful boy– inside and out– you’d ever known in your entire life.

———

“you have someone?” peter, the other peter, asked the question as he found the brunette watching peter– the one who belonged to this universe– and mj; who also belonged to this universe.

the first thought that popped into peter’s head was that it would be a large exaggeration to say that he *had* you. he did have you, but all you wanted was to be friends with him, or so he thought. if not, you probably would have said something. peter didn’t think he could be more obvious with the fact that he had fallen utterly in love with you.

“well, there’s this girl… but, i-it’s complicated.”

“it’s always complicated with us.” the peter who was preparing a cure for the green goblin said.

“sure is. i got no time for peter parker stuff anyway.” he shrugged.

“she know it’s you?” the older peter asked.

“yeah, yeah she does. i told her. but i don’t think she’d like me back” peter chuckled as he got closer to the cure for connor.

he remembered the day he saved you from the lizard and he remembered he’d been working on the cure since then. finding connor’s cure would make one threat less for new york city, but a big part of peter was concerned to assure your safety first. peter also remembered the night he suddenly ended up in this different new york.

it didn’t look much different, but he could feel it.

the friendly neighborhood spider-man was no longer in his neighbourhood. he was supposed to make it to dinner at yours this time. peter wondered how he always ended up tangled in some weird situation instead of making it to a peaceful dinner and a night with movies.

“well, i wouldn’t give up.” the other peter smiled, making him smile back.

the multiverse was real. and if his universe has introduced you to him, then he’d better do something something to prove to it that he was worth having you.

———

fortunately, it had been less than 24 hours before he was back to his universe. he looked at his phone and found thirty seven missed calls and twenty texts from you, twenty nine missed calls from may and texts from gwen and harry asking for his whereabouts. he rushed to get to your apartment quickly.

it had been almost an year since peter knew you, but his heart rate doubled just as he reached your window. he found you in your usual spot, at your study desk, reading a book you had talked to him about a few days earlier and how you were ecstatic that you finally bought it.

you looked back at the source of the sound, not surprised at all, before turning your head back to your book. peter knew you’d be upset but he found the window open, making his heart ease a little. he slid it open and climbed inside your room, “y/n?” his voice was soft– unrestrained of the mask– making it hard for you to focus on your book, “hey.” he took a few steps towards you.

you turned around in your seat and peter prepared himself for a long lecture as he fiddled with his mask in his hands, but all you did was get up off your chair and walk out the door.

the brunette followed you like a lost pup, beyond confused as you didn’t utter a word. he followed you to the kitchen where bowls of uneaten snacks were kept. peter felt guilt fill him up from head to toe, “y/n, i’m really sorry.”

“i thought you were seriously hurt.” your voice was so calm, it sent shivers down peter’s spine.

“i’m sorry, i can really explain this time, i-it was so weird, i got sucked into the multiverse and-”

“the multiverse? that’s real?”

“y-yeah, and it’s crazy! i found two mes, well, they were different but kinda like me.” peter explained, waving his hands around in the air. you listened intently now, “you remember the lizard?” you nodded your head, “he was there, and there were a bunch of other villains, and i helped cure them.”

“you did?”

“yeah and i-i got something to tell you.” he muttered.

“i’m still very pissed at you for not showing up last night but do go on.” you watched his cheeks turn pink.

“i’m going to make it up to you. when i-i was stuck in that other universe, i had a talk with the other peter and i, well h-he told me about his mj, and i realised how you, are my mj.” he shook his head, “n-no. my y/n.”

“what?”

“what i’m trying to say is that-”

“i like you too, peter.”

peter’s head snapped up to look into your eyes, “you do?”

“you really thought you could hide that from me?” you chuckled, making him smile.

“wow.” peter let out a breath of relief, “i thought this would be harder than this!”

“just shut up and kiss me.”

and then his lips were on yours.

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im-in-love-with-pizza-bites · 2 years

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Ranch Hand: Chapter 14

Farmer!Veteran!Bucky Barnes X Teen!Reader (Small town and Farmer AU)

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Series summary: You ran away from your nightmare of a family, you found a small town, population 200. In this town you meet a retired army veteran turned farmer who hires you as farm hand. Only mystery will you two be able overcome your pasts together.

Chapter Summary: It's the day of the home evaluation.

Series Warnings: Mentions nightmares, Child abuse, mental abuse, physical abuse, war, swearing, mentions death by cancer, mentions of alcohol and illegal substance abuse. please tell me if you see anymore!!! But do so politely please.

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Bucky pulls up on the gator to the front of the house. He sees a woman waiting on his porch looking a little annoyed. He gets out of the gator opening the back of it to let the dogs out. They run to the porch to their water bowls as he follows.

"Hello ma'am, is there something I could help you with?" Bucky asks.

"I'm Ms. Grant from social services, im here to check over your house! Where have you been?"

"I've been working on the farm. I can give a tour of it after I show you the house." Bucky smiles he opens the door of the house welcoming her inside.

"Okay give me a minute to look around." Ms. Grant says, "which room will Ms. L/n be in?"

"Last door on the left. Mine is right across the hall." Bucky explains. "I'll make some coffee while you look around."

"That would be great thank you." She smiles before she goes into the living room.

"Oh and on the desk in there I have a binder of all the papers that I was told I needed." He peaks in the. She looks at the binder and nods. He goes back to the kitchen beginning to make a pot of coffee. He grabs his phone looking at the time. It's almost noon. He knows you started school last week and are having a terrible time. He wants to let you know but he doesn't want to bother you during school. He texts you telling you to call him after school. He nervously sits at the table waiting for the woman to come back.

It's takes her a few minutes before she comes in checking the kitchen over. Bucky tries to control his knee from bouncing but he can't. This was the only thing stopping him from gaining custody of you.

"I think it's time for the tour of the property."

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You had gotten the text during lunch. You've nervously been waiting. You got on the bus and texted him. You tell him you'll be able to call in a few minutes. You haven't really talked to anyone at your new school. You doubted you'd be here for long so you were just waiting and counting down the days until you could be in marvelfalls again.

"Hey weirdo." You don't look up choosing to just stare at you phone instead. "Oh don't ignore me." Someone pushes you head but you ignore them and look out the window.

"Come on L/n we just want to talk." A new voice says.

"Leave me alone Colton." You say as the bus stops. You stand grabbing you bag and hurry off of it. You look around noticing you have zero clue where you are. You are lost now. You sigh pulling out your phone and calling bucky. Not to help you get home since obviously he doesn't know where to go. You just wanted to know what he wanted to tell you.

"Hey doll! How was school?"

"Fine I guess." You begin walking down the road. You put him on speaker and pull up a map on your phone.

"Well the house just evaluated and I should find out if I'm getting my foster license by Friday!"

"Really? So if you get your license how long till I get to go back to the farm?"

"Probably by next Monday."

"That's amazing! I hate this school. I miss the dogs.."

"Only the dogs?" He asks.

"I guess I miss the horses too." You tease.

"Wow rude." He laughs.

"Okay I have to go... Bye Buck."

"Bye doll."

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messyyythoughts · 2 years

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priestess, part 1.

marvel Moon Knight Khonshu x female reader

author’s note: this is not related to any other moon knight posts I have made previously! love you all loads, bye :)

summary: your eyes have always been able to see things that no one else has. it has caused you strife as a child, and now your family rarely speak to you, believing you to be insane after you refused treatment of any kind. in actual fact, you just have a gift. a gift that has blessed you to interact with the supernatural, all kinds of them.

warnings: social exclusion, attempted SA, physical violence, BIG SCARY BIRD GOD.

part 2

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you had a distinct memory of when you were a child, and you woke up from a nightmare in your bedroom, only to find the very thing you’d been trying to wake from staring at you in the face. you had screamed, and your parents came running, only to find nothing there and you were just scared of the things you’d seen in your sleep. except now you were wide awake and the things were still there. over the years, these things came and went, occasionally you’d have to ask some poor stranger if they could see anything just to ensure you weren’t lying to yourself. eventually, you learned to stop asking, and to trust yourself. you often regarded that as your first mistake. it became increasingly clear to your family and close friends, when you had them in your life, that you weren’t... normal. you’d talk to yourself, have awful mood swings, appear frightened to death at nothing. the few times you did admit what was scaring you, you were met with concerned looks and whispered promises of ‘getting you help’. there was an awful moment you couldn’t seem to escape the memory of, where you came home from school after a particularly hard day and your parents had arranged for you to be taken to a ‘safe place’ away from your home, so you could be treated and hopefully be cured of this ‘illness’ that had been plaguing you since you were little. that very night you packed up everything you had and snuck out, taking the next bus out of town, and to anywhere that wasn’t home. you didn’t consider that place home anymore, you made that clear in the letter you’d written to your parents and left in the kitchen. from that point on you looked after yourself, living in youth hostels for a few years, before getting a real job and hopping between roommates and acquaintances’ places before you could afford a small place of your own. now, as an adult, you were simply existing. you hadn’t heard from any old friends or your own parents in years, and that told you all you needed to know. as for the things you could see? you learned to live with it. you spoke to the ones you frequently saw and most of them talked back. they didn’t scare you, and you posed no threat to them. those things did their business and you carried on working your ass off to pay bills and afford food. you had no real friends that you regularly met up with or spoke to, not even work friends, it was just you and your things. most of the things were... nice. well, they were never hostile towards you without a bloody good reason, and you didn’t make a habit of intentionally offending the things if you could help it. it wasn’t until you decided to treat yourself to a day at the museum that your life with the things changed. there was a stunning Ancient Egypt exhibition at the museum, and you’d indulged in topics such as history even after leaving formal education. so, you got the bus, and made a day out of it. you had lunch in a new cafe, walked about in a part of London that you hadn’t really visited before, and arrived at the museum. there were guided tours operating, but you didn’t fancy one of those. no, you enjoyed being alone and going at your own pace. that was how you’d done things for years now, so why change it? the displays were certainly interesting. you had headphones in to block out any distracting sounds from any nearby things as you ambled around the museum in relative peace. it wasn’t until you reached a quiet part of the exhibition that you felt something watching you. oh no, not someone, something. and that meant one thing, and one thing only. before you confronted the new thing, and you knew it was a new thing because none of the old things stared at you for so long and didn’t speak, you reminded yourself of the best way to approach new things. when you had first moved to London to escape your family, you had encountered a whole host of new things. each time you met a new thing with fragility and anxiety, they looked down on you, until you made it clear you had no real fear of them much later down the line. so, there was only one true way to confront the new thing. “are you quite done staring at me?” you asked, pulling your headphones out and catching the reflection of the new thing in the display case. oh, Lord above. what was that. it was distinctly different from any other things you’d met in London before, that was certain. maybe it originated from elsewhere, and was just visiting? many things traversed across Earth freely, but many stayed in their origin country, you had found out. “you can see me?” it asked, its voice impossibly deep. it echoed menacingly off the walls of the room, adding to your growing fear. but, you didn’t show it. “very much so, I’m afraid.” you turned around to finally look at it in the face. it didn’t really have a face, just a bird skull that floated ominously above where its neck should be. lovely. “fascinating.” it disappeared from your line of sight, and you felt every move it made, to eventually sit on top of the display case behind you. with an eye roll, you slowly turned around to face it, again. “you are mortal, yes?” it asked, leaning into you, as if it would help it see better. there was a distinct lack of eyeballs in its skull, just to add to the oddity of the gesture. “indeed, what a keen observation.” you made a show of staring at it with a bored expression before moving to the next item on display. it followed, on foot this time, its staff banging on the floor with each step it took. “you are a smart one. I like the smart ones.” it overtook you and blocked your path, but you simply ducked underneath its arm that was holding the staff, and carried on observing the displays. “do you know who I am?” it asked, watching you. its gaze was burning holes in you, at least that’s what you felt. “no, but I assume you are something supernatural, as that is what I am able to see.” you replied coolly, hoping your beating heart wasn’t giving you away. the thing crouched down next to you and tilted its head. “Khonshu, Egyptian God of the Moon.” your heart dropped, and you immediately knew what you were expected to do. it was good that no one else was around, because you were fully aware how mental this was going to look. with an inward sigh, you bowed deeply towards Khonshu, before daring to make eye contact. bold of you, considering the fact he was a literal Egyptian God just wandering around a museum, and had chosen to cast his eye on you today. “forgive me your Holiness,” you could practically feel his ego skyrocketing, “I did not know it was you.” you returned to your full height, as did Khonshu. “will that suffice, or will you throw a temper tantrum?” you asked, smirking to yourself but hiding it from him. “that will suffice. I like you, mortal woman with wit.” you scoffed before walking on, and leaving the God in the museum.

the next few weeks were very strange. whenever you returned home from work your flat was surprisingly cool for the height of summer in a crowded maze such as London. your skirts and dresses never got blown up by the wind when you went out, which was something you normally stressed about. you found the stars shone brighter when you stared at them, and the moonlight found you much easier than it ever had before. it wasn’t until you were walking home late one night that you realised you had a lingering companion. “good evening Khonshu, how was your day?” you said, casually, as you spotted the God in a shop window. he was walking behind you but now was at your side. “what sort of feeble question is that, mortal woman?” he spat, shaking his bird skull head. you shrugged and carried on walking. you went to make a turn down an alleyway as a shortcut, but Khonshu’s staff blocked your way. “not that way, mortal, not today.” you took the stern message and carried on walking the usual, and longer, way home. upon arriving home, you put down the bags you had been hauling around all day after doing some necessary shopping, and opened the windows in your flat. almost immediately a beautiful breeze came through, and you let out a relieved groan. “you didn’t answer my question.” you said as Khonshu stood menacingly in the middle of your flat. it was as if he’d never seen a flat before. “my day was...” he was looking for a word, you could see it in his stance. “nothing special.” you nodded, and sat down for a moment on your pristine couch. “at least it wasn’t a bad day.” you replied, throwing an arm over your face in an attempt to cool down some more. “aren’t you going to return the question?” you asked, a knowing grin on your face as Khonshu answered exactly as you expected him to. “don’t make me laugh, mortal, with such silly imaginings.” you let out a little self indulgent chuckle before getting up, and tackling the task of putting food away in your tiny kitchen. as you unpacked the shopping bags, you found that certain cupboards were blown open by the wind, and then shut again when you were done with them. your bags were then gently blow off the counter and into the corner by the front door where you kept them. as if the wind couldn’t be more helpful today! with your hands on your hips, you turned to face Khonshu. “I appreciate the assistance, but isn’t this a little below your Godly duties?” Khonshu was now lounging on your sofa. the cheek of it. “what are you on about, mortal? there is a breeze tonight, that is all.” with that he disappeared from your line of sight and you didn’t see him for the rest of the night.

this same routine happened like clockwork over the next few months. the heat died down and autumn arrived with force. you disliked the colder weather, it wasn’t fun at all for you. the darker the days got, the more things you swore became visible, but you knew it was your head making up silly lies. just like it always had when you were younger, and more naive to this supernatural world. Khonshu would follow you home like a loyal dog each night, and do something remotely helpful before vanishing. sometimes you managed to ensnare him to stay for longer, but he usually left before you were asleep. you had noticed that whenever you changed clothes or were in the bathroom, he didn’t follow, or look. so, he had decency at least. even when you were wearing shorter and more ‘revealing’ clothes in the summer, he still spoke to you while looking at your eyes. you never caught him looking at anything else. not that he would bother to, as he was a God, and far above you, but even Gods had human traits. this became abundantly clear when you were invited out on a work party one weekend. you were so often left out of these events that you were quite thrilled to be asked, and even more excited when you treated yourself to a new dress for the occasion. you arrived home from work early, Khonshu not appearing to walk you, but you didn’t mind, and started getting ready. you felt so electric that nothing could possibly dampen your mood. did this invitation mean that you had been likeable for once at work? did your coworkers finally see you as a normal person? oh, you could care less, because you were finally going out! just as you were about to open the front door to catch the bus on time, Khonshu appeared. “and where have you been, mortal?” he asked, almost accusingly. “I’m going out tonight, with people from work.” you replied excitedly. “I’ve actually been invited out!” you slipped on your barely worn shoes that you had purchased years ago for this exact situation, and went to leave. a cold hand on your shoulder stopped you in your tracks. “are you sure this is wise?” Khonshu asked, slowly. your face dropped, and you turned to face him. you suddenly felt quite small, stupid almost. “yes. yes, I’m sure.” you replied, voice quiet. Khonshu rarely questioned you so calmly. he was normally loud and immature when going against you, but this reminded you of when he stopped you from taking that shortcut when you had just met him. he was serious, and that unnerved you. “then enjoy yourself. I will watch from afar with the stars.” with that, he was gone, and your door closed softly with a breeze. heart thumping, you still left your building and caught the bus on time, determined to go. when you arrived at the location specified by your coworkers, you found it quiet for a weekend night. maybe it was a hidden gem of London nightlife, frequented by your coworkers, and now you. you religiously checked your phone every five minutes to see if any of your coworkers had dropped you a message to say they were on the way, or about to arrive. your heart got a bit heavy when half an hour passed and no one had showed, or made contact yet, but you held out hope. they could’ve missed the bus, had trouble getting ready, or gotten lost. the bartender asked if you wanted another drink an hour in, and you nodded silently. they didn’t ask if you were expecting company, because it was clear that you’d been stood up. you thanked the bartender for your second drink, and watched other groups pass by from the huge floor to ceiling windows. you sipped the drink absently, trying to stop the tears from falling, at least while you were still out in public. your eyes cast a glance at the time on your phone, and you saw that it had been almost two hours since the others were supposed to be here. maybe it was time to give in, go home, get some sleep– it was then that you saw them, stumbling past the bar, laughing and chatting with each other. you sat up, expectantly, only for them to spot you. one of them pointed, the others turned their heads, and they all started laughing. at you. alone, in a quiet bar, like a damned fool. before you could stop it, a single tear escaped your eyes, and you clutched your phone in your sweaty hands, nerves jumping all over your body. you thought you were going to be sick. eventually, they moved on, but you could still hear their laughs. you gave the bartender the money for your measly two drinks, and slid off the stool with a heart of heavy stone and head full of screams. the door blew open before you could reach out to push it, and you stepped out with shaking legs and arms. the embarrassment was clear on your face like a badly matched foundation shade. you could just about make out your coworkers at the end of the street, probably still discussing you. you took a shaky inhale, and felt as if you could just explode there and then on the street. a mighty gust of wind rushed past, travelling down the street at an impossibly high speed, blowing almost all of your coworkers into the road. a few of them were in the path of oncoming cars, but they were unharmed. you felt a rush of satisfaction as they all screamed in surprise, then walked on, finally silenced of their hideous laughter. “just say the word, and they all get blown in front of a much larger vehicle travelling at a much faster speed.” Khonshu said lowly from behind you. you opened your mouth, the words right there, on the very tip of your tongue. you craved that feeling of revenge deep down, but your voice had shrivelled up and died. “I’m going home.” you croaked, wiping away more tears, before walking towards the bus stop. you took off your nice shoes, and held them in your shaking hands. Khonshu followed you home, even as you miserably wept on the bus at the very back, all alone. you nearly missed your stop, but Khonshu alerted you and the driver stopped just in time. you got off, and started the stupid walk home. raindrops started falling, and you were almost grateful for it. it disguised the fact you were nearly sobbing at how tonight had played out. you wanted nothing more than to burn this dress, and throw these shoes out of the window, and scrape this makeup from your skin. the rain was doing a fair job of the makeup part, as it got heavier and louder around you. you could barely hear Khonshu’s words. quick footsteps sounded from behind, and a pair of arms had you off the ground and going backwards in seconds. you went to scream, but they were dragging you down that same alleyway you had avoided months ago. your screams wouldn’t be heard now, not with the rain and the alleyway obscuring any noise. your screams were lost in the darkness, they died against the bricks. Khonshu was nowhere to be seen as you fought against the person, who now had you at the back of the alley. they let you go, only to throw you against the brick wall, and hold you by the throat. you were trapped between a grimy brick wall, and the hooded attacker. they started searching your person for any valuables, but then resorted to ripping your dress off. fear like nothing you had ever felt started to rise. you let out a piercing scream as you lifted up your legs and kicked as hard as you could. their body went backwards, their grip gone, and you were free. they came back at you, though, and with seconds to spare, you started running. you were nearly at the street when they grabbed your hair and dragged you back towards them, grunting with the effort. you reached up behind you, acting purely on some innate instinct, and dug your fingers into their eyes. you hit home, and they reeled back. that was it, you had the upper hand. there was a rush overtaking you, something evil, something pent up and awful. those years of teasing, insults, exclusion, pain, hurt, fear. it all came rushing to you, clouding your senses. the pinpricks of rain on your frozen skin were no longer hurting you. one strap of your dress was broken, hanging on for dear life, and your personal things were abandoned by the bus stop where you’d been snatched. you had no weapons, but you still had your own body. you threw off your soaked jacket, and used the rainwater to push your hair back off of your face. the attacker was still stumbling from your impromptu eye removal surgery, so you took the chance. something else had overtaken you entirely. you suddenly knew what to do. you closed the distance, still barefoot, in the pouring rain, and grabbed the attacker by their hoodie. you landed repeated punches to their face, the mask they’d worn slipping, and revealing more skin to bruise. you heard a gorgeously loud crack as you shattered their nose, and watched as the blood poured down their face in two streams. even though they had stopped fighting back, you kept going. you had more to do yet, you drew up to your full height, and aimed several kicks at their chest. you hoped one of them would stop their heart, but you knew better. they were barely moving now, so you grabbed a fistful of their hoodie, and slammed their head into the ground a few times. they finally went limp. having retrieved your belongings, all of them, you sprinted home. that rush had long left you, and all of a sudden, Khonshu was visible to you again. his voice was drowned out by the rain and your heartbeat pounding in your head, but when you finally got into your flat, you could hear him. “are you harmed? what did they do?” you started taking off your sodden clothing, but he stopped you with a hand on your chest. he pushed you to the door, your back against it. it shook you a little, made you stop and think. “tell me if you are harmed.” his voice was strained as he spoke to you. he then did something you had never heard him do before. he said your name, your actual name, and knelt before you. “I am unharmed, just scared.” you replied, falling to your knees before him with relief. even kneeling, he still boasted height over you. at least he was here now, he could keep you safe. “I ask only for your protection, Khonshu, for tonight. please.” you begged, not daring to meet his gaze as you had before. there were several beats of silence, only rain against the window, and your heavy breathing. Khonshu then lifted your head with his hand, and looked straight at you. “I want to offer you something, it is protection, but it is also much more than that.” your head span with many things. a withdrawal of adrenaline from the attack, a horrid torrent of feelings from your coworkers, and an overwhelming need to be safe for once in your own world. “I offer you the position of the first priestess, which grants you my protection, my power and much more.” you stared at Khonshu, still hyper aware of his hand underneath your chin. “I have never offered any mortal this before because they have not been worthy, but after seeing you tonight, your suffering... it is something I can no longer watch.” fresh tears were coming, but Khonshu didn’t remark on them. “you have proved yourself to be worthy of taking such a position, and I offer it to you, and only you.” your throat was dry, what on Earth did you say to something like this? “will you accept the offer?” he said your name, again. it made your head spin and your heart stutter. you let your pain get the better of you, and spoke the next words from your damaged heart. “I accept your gracious offer, Khonshu.” you said, closing your eyes as he let go of your face. “very well, be prepared for what is to come.” he stood up, banged his staff on the floor, and you felt the most uplifting force take hold of you. it invaded every nerve, every cell, every inch of your body. your world went bright white for just a moment, and then you were asleep.

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sugar-vi421 · 2 years

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𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐂𝐇 𝐌𝐄 | 𝘥𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘺 𝘫𝘰𝘩𝘯𝘴𝘰𝘯

Bus Ticket.

tw: strong language.

THE FIRST DAY IN ROSEVILLE

I Close my car door with my keys in hand, you could hear the jingling sound from them as I walk up to the front of the house. The House had looked a bit different than I remembered...there was fresh new paint on the front door and there was no chipping in the wood. I step up on the stairs to porch and to my surprise I didn't hear one creak. Mom must have gotten this place fixed up after Grandma Millie passed, who knows...maybe she wanted to sell it.

I take a breath in, smelling in the scent of cut grass making me want to sneeze a little.

It's kind of weird being back here, now that I've gotten older, I notice the house is a bit creepy, especially since the backyard is a big open space that leads right to the woods.

Grandma Millie told me to never go into those woods and that it was dangerous...

But I was a kid, and I didn't believe her-

"Hey excuse me ma'am!"

I turn around and see a moving service truck parked with the back open and 2 workers in their uniform, I ordered a service due to the fact I had a bunch of boxes, and I didn't feel like going back and forth on a 1-hour drive for a couple of boxes.

It was already 7 pm, and yes I decided to go later in the day because I forgot to pack all my stuff.

"All of your things have already been placed in the house, I just need you to sign here confirming we were here." He said in an annoyed tone basically shoving the clipboard and pen into my hands, I sign on the line, I gave him back the pen and he just walked away.

Rude much.

I went inside and like he said, everything was there. I look around and it looks exactly how I remembered it; I take a step back and I accidentally bump into something-

"Ouch"

-or someone...?

"I'm so sorry I wasn't paying attention"- The man just let out an awkward laugh and scratched the back of his head,

He was a hot mess.

"Oh no its okay, I was just looking around the house. It looks the same, but the vibe is oddly different?" I smell the fresh paint on the walls, I look around the room one more time and in the corner of my eye I see an outline for a tiny door opening under the stairs.

Strange, that was never there before.

"Yeah, especially with that new guy in town...people think its not safe anymore and I agree. It's a bit weird that you decided to return to Roseville now with everything going on." He said while his smile faded as soon as he mentioned that it wasn't safe.

New guy? Oh, you've got to be kidding me.

"Wait what are you talking about?" If I knew about this, I would've said no and stood up my own parents that evening. I don't care if its mean or whatever you probably said behind that little screen of yours.

He laughed and I just stood there feeling left out which I was, when he noticed I wasn't laughing he slowly stopped smiling.

"You really don't know? I shake my head no and he gripped part of his sleeve, he went to say something but stopped. Almost as if he was trying to find the right words to say.

Been there, but he really needs to start explaining who this guy is.

- ??? POV

9:54 pm

I rummage through my purse looking for my bus ticket I had just bought earlier,

God, I need a car...

Wow Sabrina, only if you had listened to your sister and took her offer on getting a ride.

But no, of course not.

The bus pulls up and I still can't find my ticket, I stop digging through my bag and look around quickly, I see my ticket on the floor, I run to grab it and as soon as I did, I turned around to see the same bus I needed to get home on leave.

Just my fucking luck.

Groaning I start walking, its about to be 10pm already and I just walked out from this horrible first date, it wasn't even the place that was bad, He didn't even offer to pay...He just said bye and walked out to his fancy car. Hopefully I can walk fast and get home...with a nice warm relaxing bath waiting for me.

The streets were empty, no one is usually out at this time. All I can hear are my heels clicking as my foot hits the ground and the things in my purse moving around when I walk.

Then I hear a pair of footsteps walking behind me, I don't look back however because they are a bit far away and what if they missed their bus like I did?

The footsteps started to get louder meaning they were getting closer.

I turned around to look behind me and I see a man with a hoodie on, I couldn't see his face because he was looking down, but I did see something sticking out of his pocket, it was metal because I can see the light from the streetlamp reflecting off from it but when I saw the back handle connected too it my heart dropped immediately.

This was not happening to me.

Please no.

I quickly turn back around and picked up the pace which I was walking.

But so did the man.

I saw a few lights and see a building up ahead, but I needed to make a turn.

He was getting closer, and my heart was racing faster.

I started to run, I ran and went right, and I couldn't hear his footsteps anymore, the building was about 2 blocks away and all the houses I've just past either had for sale signs up or the lights were off.

I slowed down and looked behind me to see the man was gone, I stopped to listen, and he was gone. I sighed out of relief.

I turned back around.

And there he was standing with the same knife I saw earlier, but this time he had on a hooded robe with a rubber white mask with black eyes, nose and mouth all black, the robe was black as well so all you could really see was his mask and the knife he was holding.

I started to slowly walk back, and he walked towards me,

Then I ran.

At this point I'm crying and running for my life in heels, I ran back to where the bus was and decided to go around so I can go to the nearest open building and ask for help.

However this is when my heel decided it didn't want to continue anymore, I tripped as one of the heels on my shoes snapped in half, I got up quickly as I saw the man getting closer as he was walking towards me, I take off the shoes and started to just run but he swinged his knife at me as I got up and slashed me in the arm. As a reflex I hit him with my bag in my other hand making him drop his knife.

He went to look for his knife as it landed somewhere in a bush, and I just took off.

Thank God.

I saw a police station up ahead; from any other view you'd see me just running with my hand on my arm bleeding with no shoes on and messed up hair. I looked crazy.

I got to the doors and opened it just shouting for help, the officers at the front saw me and immediately rushed to my side asking me what happened, and they saw the long cut on my arm and sat me down.

They patched my arm up and gave me some painkillers with a small cup of water. I had no idea of how I was going to get home or when for that matter since they wanted to ask me a few questions about what happened to me.

But I was just glad I was safe now.

"There have been multiple reports of missing persons over just this past month, and sadly the ones who were left have been found dead with numerous amounts of wounds, specifically stab wounds.

Earlier today there was a paper written by Jed Olsen, some of you may have read this paper already today but according to the article this new killer has been revealed with the video surveillance at what seems to be a victim's home, the camera was set by the killer and left there for the police to gather as evidence. The Surveillance shows the victim being stabbed while trying to escape the grasp of our newly town stalker. We have no more information for the killer now being named by the media as..."

...

"The Ghostface."

"Please remember to get home safely, lock all your doors and to be home at 9pm as the police have set a town curfew. We don't want any adults and children getting hurt. Be safe everyone."

I listened in on the news that was playing from the small tv in the corner, everyone's attention was on it and oh my god.

That's him-

I started to shout, and everyone looked at me.

That's the guy who just chased me and tried to kill me...

- Luci's POV

"Wow I had no idea this town had changed from being the perfect place to raise a family into a place where no one is truly safe anymore..." I looked down and my hands just to realize how happy I was to return and now...not so much.

It's really shocking, a serial killer of all things?? Did I jinx myself-

I swear I need to stop doing that.

Even better that I work for the FBI investigating these types of people. How Fitting.

"Yeah, it's a shame really. I must go now but be careful out there! It was nice seeing a fresh face for once." The guy laughed as he walked out, halfway to the truck he looked back and waved and I waved back.

Speaking of serial killers and all of that...I wonder what I'll be working on when I start.

Should be totally unrelated to that stalker guy.

I hate saying stalker guy, he needs a name.

A FEW HOURS LATER

10:32pm

I just finished a warm shower after getting all my boxes and bags unpacked and I settled in what used to be my old parent's room for when they used to stay over. I couldn't bring myself to take my old grandmother's room.

I sit at my desk and grab my laptop from my bag, I search up this infamous stalker only to see 12 people found dead either in their homes or in their own office within 2 months.

Wow this guy must have been doing this for a long time before Roseville. Not one clue to who he is except for those cheap videos he sends to the police.

I take out my phone and download an app linked to Roseville news reports so whenever he decides to strike again, I'll know, or for any reason I'll just get the notification. I scroll on random apps on my phone for a few minutes until I start yawning.

I look at the time and it's getting late I should get some sleep.

I put down my phone on the side table next to the bed and put it on the charger, I unfold the blanket I packed with me and set the bed, lifting up one side of the blanket I get under, turning to the side table turning of the lamp and getting in a comfortable position heading to sleep.

1:34 am

Ding!

"23-year-old, Sabrina Madden was found dead in her bedroom by her boyfriend, after reportedly being followed and attacked by a man with a white mask earlier that night. Swipe right to read more."

– ROSEVILLE NEWS.

- an

Finally I got done with this chapter and really I just wanted to point out something that may be a little confusing, when the guy is explaining about this killer that's out and about, the part where this girl getting chased didn't happen yet. To them Ghostface isn't revealed yet and its just been a few people who have been found yk. The chase actually happened when luci is unpacking her things and the notification is later that night so I just wanted to clear that up since I confused myself when re- reading this over lol. ANYWAYS give me feedback if you feel you want to share anything!! <3

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h34rtizuku · 3 years

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༺♡༻ if ur under 18, dni ✧ luv u tho

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୨୧ izuku is a pro hero with a 6 year old kid and it’s not mf easy

୨୧ while he’s at work, inko will watch over the child but he feels bad for putting all that burden on her so he decides to hire a nanny

୨୧ you're not too big on kids but you're good with them and that he experiences first hand ~

୨୧ he’s at the store one weekend with kiddo and he’s in the chip aisle looking for which type he wants to get

୨୧ mumbling to himself about which type he’s craving now but what if that craving changes later and he wants a different flavor instead

୨୧ he lets go of the little one’s hand for a split second to get the bag off the shelf and once the grocery is in his arms he turns to his side to grab the little one’s hand once more, only to find him not there

୨୧ he looks up and down the aisle - no kid

୨୧ he goes to the neighboring aisles - not there

୨୧ he goes all around the store, nervously sweating, muttering insults to himself that he lost his only kid - how stupid and unfit of a parent he was

୨୧ until he comes upon an aisle and hears the sniffles of a small child the child took a bit after him when he was a kid, a bit of a crybaby

୨୧ but he sees you

୨୧ calmly reassuring the child, patting his back, telling him to calm down and not to worry that you’ll go look for his father together

୨୧ he doesn’t know why but the sight tugs at his heart, there is something so pure and natural about how you are treating his child

୨୧ but he’s breaking up the sweet moment with a call of his child’s name causing the little boy to turn around and rush into izuku’s large warm arms

୨୧ you’re standing there a little shocked because omg that’s pro hero deku in the mf flesh

୨୧ but you're also happy that the lost boy has been reunited with his father

୨୧ you're about to walk off with a smile when he stops you

୨୧ he thanks you profusely for your help and you’re shyly like ‘it’s no biggie’ with blushed cheeks

୨୧ he asks if he can properly thank you and you’re like dude it’s really no problem

୨୧ he really is thankful but there is also something deep inside him that doesn’t quite want to let you go

୨୧ so he’s like let me buy your groceries and take you out for coffee

୨୧ and you’re about to refuse but you’re a poor college student so getting this weeks groceries for free was one thing

୨୧ but also how are you gonna pass up having coffee with the number one hero and his cute little mini-me ???

୨୧ so yall are at a cute lil cafe where he learns that you're a college student and looking for a partime job over the summer

୨୧ he’s like, you know what, why don’t i hire you as my nanny

୨୧ you’re like i’m not sure, i’m not really a kid person

୨୧ he’s like, i saw you with him, you’ll be just fine - besides he’s a good kid, he just needs someone to watch over him and feed him

୨୧ also i pay really well

୨୧ so you’re like … say less

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୨୧ so the first day on the job you arrive at like 8 am, he gave you the code to his door so you just let yourself in

୨୧ you see kiddo at the kitchen table just eating his cheerios or whatever but no sign of izuku

୨୧ so you just go over and take a seat next to the kid and make small talk with him

୨୧ then you hear some shuffling coming from behind you causing you to turn around and investigate

୨୧ lo and behold you see a shirtless izuku with nothing but gray sweatpants hanging low on his wide hips

୨୧ he’s got a towel across his broad shoulders that he’s using to dry the jade curls that haven’t been shaved off as a part of his undercut

୨୧ you follow the droplets of water as they slide down the crevices of his pectorals and abdomen, drifting down his v line and the small tuft of hair leading down from his belly button and melting into the waistline of his pants

୨୧ you’re trying not to salivate at the sight but you also can’t bring yourself to look away just yet wanting to memorize and study the location of every scar and freckle littering his muscular torso

୨୧ he stops drying his hair for a minute and finally sees you like ‘oh great you’re here - how was the trip over here? it wasn’t too hard to find right?’

୨୧ and you’re burning eyes finally tear away from caramel torso and you’re like ‘nope, i found it just fine’ ahaha

୨୧ he gives you a little low down on like, what kid likes to eat, what he doesn’t, what he likes to do, when he goes down for a nap … all that good babysitting stuff

୨୧ after he’s dressed in his hero outfit, he’s kissing his lil nugget goodbye, telling him to treat you nicely, and with several final thank you’s he’s out the door

୨୧ and that’s the start of your job nannying the kid of the number one hero

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୨୧ he was right, the kid is a really easy kid

୨୧ he goes down easy for his nap, he’s potty trained, inko raised him like she did izuku so he’s basically the perfect kid, he’s really sweet and will sit down and watch movies with you or he plays really easy by himself playing with his deku, all might, and dynamite action figures

୨୧ and if how easy a job it was, or the smoking hot employer wasn’t enough, the first time you got your paycheck was

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୨୧ one day, there was a sudden summer storm that hit right as you reached your stop on the bus

୨୧ you didn’t have an umbrella, forcing you to run to izuku’s house in the pouring rain

୨୧ you show up through the front door and he comes in to greet you only to see you drenched and shivering due to the ac in his home

୨୧ he’s like, “hey y/n how- oh my god, you’re soaked.”

୨୧ and you’re rubbing at your arm awkwardly and trying to create any sort of warmth as you tell him how you got in this mess

୨୧ he’s taking in your soaked form and suddenly his worrying eyes turn into curious ones as he watches a droplet slide from your chin, down your neck, and down your chest to fall between the top alley of your breasts due to the first few buttons of your top being opened

୨୧ the white top you decided today was the perfect day to wear, and without a bra no less

୨୧ but in your shivering and embarrassment you forgot all about that minor detail

୨୧ oh but izuku didn’t forget it

୨୧ he imagined that water droplet sliding down the valley of your breasts underneath your blouse and gliding over your stomach, almost getting lost in your belly button, only to disappear under your waistband

୨୧ he imagined what it would be like to lick the droplets off your hot skin

୨୧ he scanned back up and noticed the tight see-through material of your shirt hugging your tits, dipping into every crevice leaving nothing to the imagination

୨୧ he sees the dark hue of your nipples from behind the cloth, along with the 2 little peaks your buds have made due to the cold air circulating in his house bonus points if you have your nipples pierced, i’m jealous of you

୨୧ he pulls his gaze away when he sees a violent shiver rack your body

୨୧ he leaves for a moment and comes back with a warm towel, almost sad to see the sight of your tits gone but your comfort and warmth was more important to him

୨୧ he tells you to dry off a bit as he goes and gets the shower started for you

୨୧ you’re thanking him yet apologizing for the trouble as you’re gonna make him late for work

୨୧ and he’s denying any negative comments coming out your mouth saying that he technically is at work as helping people is his job and he wouldn’t be a good hero if he didn’t help someone right in front of him

୨୧ he tells you to take as long as you need getting washed up and getting the temperature back in your body

୨୧ he doesn’t have time to think about how you’re just a few feet and a closed bathroom door away from him, naked ~ as he picks out the smallest pieces of clothing he has in his closet

୨୧ he finds an old t-shirt and shorts from his high school days and lays them on his bed telling you through the door that when you’re done he has clothes waiting for you

୨୧ you don’t take too long getting washed up as you know he needs to get to work so only about 10 minutes later you’re walking into the living to izuku sitting on the couch watching the movie his kid wanted to put on

୨୧ he sees you come in from his peripherals as his heart damn near stops seeing you in his clothes

୨୧ the clothes were so small they couldn’t fit him any longer, not after getting a post-high school growth spurt and getting broader due to his hero work

୨୧ but the fact that his already small clothes were swallowing you just did something to him

୨୧ blame it on his size kink he don’t know he has quite yet

୨୧ he pulls himself together to tell you that he threw your soiled clothes in the wash before he says his good byes to his kiddo

୨୧ he’s heading out the door while you and his son are telling him to be safe out there when just as he’s about to leave you call out to him

୨୧ he’s turning around maybe a lil too fast, but he sees you with an umbrella in your hand telling him that you ‘wouldn’t want him to make the same mistake you did’ with a cute bashful smile on your face that almost made him call in sick to work

୨୧ but he knew he couldn’t do that

୨୧ screw being number one hero and all that

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୨୧ a few weeks later he comes home from work, tired af as one would

୨୧ but he gets to the door and sees you and his kiddo waiting for him inside

୨୧ you have a cake in your hands and his little one pops one of those little confetti canons at his father with a loud “happy birthday”

୨୧ he’s a lil shocked, a lil surprised, but in a good way

୨୧ he looks at you

୨୧ “well kiddo told me it was your birthday and with a quick little google search i confirmed it to be true. and i felt bad that you had to work on your birthday so we decided to bake you a cake while you were gone and wait for you to get home.” you said softly

୨୧ he had totally forgotten it was his birthday but if it being his birthday meant that he could see you in a little apron waiting for him to come in the door …

୨୧ damn he wished it was his birthday everyday

୨୧ y’all move into the kitchen to start cutting the cake and as you’re plating slices you lean down to the little one and tell him to ‘go get the birthday card he made for daddy’

୨୧ and izuku who wasn’t quite paying attention is like “hmm?” and you just like look at him

୨୧ and he’s like, “oh i thought- you were calling for me-“

୨୧ and you’re like mf, i don’t call you daddy yet

୨୧ but yall just kinda like awkwardly get past it and move on when the child comes running in with his folded construction paper with a green stick figure on the front labeled ‘dad’

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୨୧ it all leads up to the day about a month later when you arrive at their home to no sign of the kid

୨୧ and you’re like ~ wtf? he always comes to greet me at the door with a hug and he’s not doing that

୨୧ and you’re looking in the kitchen and the living room to see no sign of the child

୨୧ when you’re about to head into his room to see if he somehow decided to sleep in today, izuku comes out his room

୨୧ and you’re like, where’s the kid?

୨୧ and he’s like, oh, i meant to tell you that my mom came by just a few minutes ago and decided to take him out for the day

୨୧ so you’re like, okay, should i just go home then?

୨୧ and he’s like, you could but i just so happen to have the day off and i think it would be nice if we got to spend some time together, without the kid around

୨୧ and you’re like, what am i gonna do ?? say no ?!

୨୧ so y’all go out for coffee, take a walk around the park, and then go out for lunch before going back to his house to watch like a movie or whatever

୨୧ y’all get back home and he sits on the couch scrolling through streaming sites looking for a movie and you’re coming back from the bathroom

୨୧ when you’re walking to the couch, your foot catches one of the kid’s toys that was lying on the floor causing you to trip and stumble forward

୨୧ izuku moves to catch you causing you to fall into his chest and practically on top his lap

୨୧ you’re out of breath from the sudden adrenaline spike but the close proximity between the two of you isn’t making it any easier to catch said breath

୨୧ neither of y’all are moving, just staring into each others eyes as he quietly asks “are you alright?”

୨୧ his warm breath dancing across your face as you give him a light nod

୨୧ his eyes suddenly move to your lips and out of his mouth comes the words you thought you’d never hear

୨୧ “can i kiss you?”

୨୧ and with a split glance to his lips you’re nodding fervently

୨୧ not soon enough his lips are on yours : plump, warm, and soft ~ tasting of the coffee and the mint gum he chewed after lunch

୨୧ you two pull apart reluctantly but he sets his forehead against yours as he catches his breath

୨୧ “please tell me you feel the same way for me as i do for you?” he whispers

୨୧ you bite your lip, “and how do you feel about me?”

୨୧ “like i want to hold you. kiss you. and come home to you everyday. not just as a babysitter.”

୨୧ “is that all?” you ask

୨୧ “i have a few other things i feel about you but i think it’s too early to tell you.”

୨୧ you link your arms around his neck and play with the stubble of emerald that is his undercut, “i wanna know.” you whisper.

୨୧ he’s like, are you sure…. you won’t think it’s inappropriate ?

୨୧ and you reassure him cuz little does he know of the countless nights you laid with your hand between your thighs imagining it was him getting you off

୨୧ “well uh- i-i really wanna fuck you.” he quietly admits

୨୧ you readjust your position to straddle his lap, your legs on either side of his thighs

୨୧ “how?” you ask

୨୧ “how what?” he replies as he tentatively places his hands lightly on your waist

୨୧ “how,” you start, leaning down to ghost your lips atop his, “do you wanna fuck me?”

୨୧ his breath stutters, something about those words coming out of your mouth

୨୧ he’s quiet for longer than you would like, “c’mon tell me” you whine, moving your lips from his mouth, down his jaw, and along his neck

୨୧ his breath quickens, soon letting out a low groan when you stumble upon his sweet spot

୨୧ you pull away causing him to almost whine, “start talking ~ tell me how you wanna fuck me.”

୨୧ “well f-first i wanna kiss all over you. your cheeks. your neck. your hands. i w-wanna feel your warm soft skin under my lips.”

୨୧ he pauses a bit but you urge him to continue

୨୧ “i wanna play with your tits. i wanna suck on your nipples. i’ve wanted to ever since you came in soaked by the rain that day.”

୨୧ as he gets more confident, his voice gets deeper, raspier, laced with lust

୨୧ “i wanna kiss all the way down your body until i reach that sweet pussy of yours, i’ve been dying to get a taste.

୨୧ you let out a low moan into his collar bone, “and then what?”

୨୧ “then after i’ve made you come on my tongue a few times, i wanna stuff you full of my cock. not stopping until i breed you. gave you a baby of your own since you’re so perfect with kiddo already.”

୨୧ “i wanna make you a mommy.”

୨୧ you gasp, your breaths coming out in short hurried puffs as you come up from sucking on his neck

୨୧ “so why don’t you?”

୨୧ he’s frozen

୨୧ “why don’t you fuck your child in me, daddy?”

୨୧ and just like that whatever submissive izuku moment you had going on, is gone

୨୧ he’s on top of you in seconds, squishing you into the couch cushions beneath you as he does just what he said he would do, and then some

yoooooo, happy belated birthday to the actual love of my life. i cried like three times over him yesterday. i hope he’s doing good.

also i’m not gonna sit here & pretend i know anything about how the japanese choose to name their offspring so that’s why kiddo is nameless

#bnha smut #bnha headcanons #bnha imagines #mha deku #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #deku smut #deku headcanons #deku #deku x reader #izuku midoriya #izuku x reader #izuku smut #izuku headcanons

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new fic!

sooooo recently i started on a new fic and i’ve decided that i can’t wait anymore and started by posting the first chapter! this is a harringrove slow-ish burn, with billy stuck in the upside down au with a hint of dream-sharing, for spice

Title: Running Through the Shadows, Down Comes the Night

Chapter One: Kate Bush’s The Dreaming

Read here or read on ao3

It starts with Steve picking Max up for school one day.

After Neil ditches her and her mom like the goddamn coward he is, Steve drove past her skating to school one morning on his way to Family Video. He knew that Ms. Mayfield had two new jobs to worry about since all of their income was now gone, and that must have meant that Max’s mom had to leave early enough in the morning that Max either took the bus from the trailer park or she skated.

Steve couldn’t blame her at all for forgoing the bus.

But he can’t say that it didn’t bother the hell out of him that a fourteen-year-old girl—that he knows pretty well, no less—was riding a skateboard to school, alone, in the middle of November.

So the next day, Tuesday, he shows up at the Mayfields’ trailer before his shift at Family Video starts. Max schlumps her way out of the trailer, headphones from her Walkman over her ears and skateboard under her arm. She’s wearing a denim jacket that’s far too big for her. Idly, Steve thinks it might have belonged to Billy.

As she goes down the four stairs to the drive, she stops. They make eye contact, so Max has definitely noticed him leaning against the driver’s side door of the Beemer. There’s no way to back out now without making it terribly awkward. And while he didn’t mean to corner her like this, it is undeniably working in his favor. It’s not quite that she’s glaring at him, but she is making some sort of unattractive face in his direction.

“Hey, dude.” He greets casually.

Max doesn’t say a word, headphones still on; her eyebrows only draw down further.

The best course of action seems to be the most nonchalant approach he can manage. “Come on.” Steve gestures impatiently towards the car, “time for school, let’s go.”

Max looks like she’s seriously considering dropping her board and making a break for it.

Steve rolls his eyes. “Giddy up, buttercup.” And gets in the driver’s side.

A moment later, the passenger door opens, too.

Their ride is silent, except for the Fleetwood Mac tape he can hear pouring out of Max’s headphones. She gazes, blank-faced and tired-eyed out the window. Steve doesn’t bother her.

When they pull up to the school, she remains quiet. As the door is shoved open, he rolls down her window to call out a, “have a good day, kiddo.” Even Steve has to admit, it’s probably a little embarrassing. For a second, Max seems to falter, but doesn’t turn back. Her skateboard is still under her arm.

While he watches her go, he shrugs to himself. It’s a start.

After his shift, he’s heading out to his car as normal. Robin is with him though. He usually takes her home after work because her mom brings her and there’s only one car between them. But when he drops her off at her mom’s trailer, Steve nearly has an aneurysm. “Shit, Max.”

Robin gives him a concerned look, “what are you talking about, dingus.”

“I gotta go get Max.” Steve rushes out, throwing the car in drive.

“Picking up one of your children from school?” She asks blandly.

“Bye!” He stomps on the gas, and probably almost kills her. He can apologize tomorrow.

The Beemer screeches to a halt in the high school parking lot. They’ve just gotten out, thankfully. Max seems confused when she finds Steve waiting for her. Despite her confusion though, she doesn’t say anything. Just goes over to him and gets in.

It’s his second trip to the trailer park, and frankly next time, if he were smart—which everyone takes every opportunity to remind him that he isn’t—he would let Robin ride along to the high school from Family Video before he took both of them back. But as he said, he isn’t smart, and kind of wants this little bit of time with Max.

Besides El, who he just can’t figure out (and who he assumed didn’t care for him much), Max is the only one Steve doesn’t know that well. Hell, they were barely even properly introduced when they met. But he feels the same about her as he does all the others. They’re his responsibility. And Steve can take it upon himself to look after them.

When they arrive back at the trailer park, Max gets out and offers a small, “bye, Steve” before she goes inside.

See? Progress. Even in just one day.

The next few days are the same. Pick up Max, silent drive, drop her off, tell her goodbye. Eight hours later, and maybe dropping off a stray Robin, pick Max up from school, drop her off at home. Rinse, repeat.

It’s kind of nice, if Steve is being completely honest. For as grouchy as Max can be first thing in the morning, he values the little bit of time he gets with her. She’s been incredibly distant and somewhat self-isolated since the Fourth of July. Since…everything. But they’d never been close before. Steve doesn’t hate it. Thinks maybe he could see her the same way he sees Dustin.

About three weeks later, though. Max comes out of the trailer and Steve can just tell she’s mad. Slams her way into the car like a goddamn hurricane and crosses her arms angrily, glaring through the windshield as opposed to her usual place out the side window. It’s like she’s just waiting for them to fight.

Steve thinks that maybe this was what it was like for her when it was Billy driving her to school.

He tries to be gentle. “Hey, bud.”

Max nearly bites his fucking head off. “Would you just drive?! Jesus Christ, I could have skated to school by now. I don’t even know why you’re doing this!” she scoffs out a laugh. “You hated Billy.” Max snarls at him. “Why are you even bothering? It’s not like you owe him or me shit, now that he’s dead and you’re still here.”

That, for some reason, cuts him a lot deeper than he’d like to admit.

Right now, it feels like Max never really cared one way or another about him. And maybe she didn’t. It hurts Steve to the core when people dislike him. It also does damage to the neglected child still living inside him, the one who just wanted attention and to feel like he was loved. It was why he wanted so badly to be popular. Maybe, just maybe it would make him feel important, worth something. It was why it hurt him so badly when Nancy cheated on him. When she called him bullshit.

And no, he never hated Billy. He thought Billy could be an asshole of epic proportions, but after their fight? Billy just kind of…ignored him. After about three weeks, and all the bruises on Billy’s back—the ones that Steve knows for sure he did not put there—had faded…things dissolved between them. Barely any interaction besides what happened on the basketball court. They were strangers, not enemies.

Even so. Something about the way she said: ‘now that he’s dead and you’re still here’. Like it was some kind of accusation. It felt like a knife twisting after it had been plunged into his gut.

And Steve, for all that he really doesn’t know what she’s going through, knows that when someone dies: people just want something to blame. All Max has to blame is an other-dimensional human meat puppet and the combination of the Russian and American military systems. None of those things will ever grant her an apology. They weren’t even allowed to know if Billy’s body was actually in the fucking casket. The poor bastard could still be being dissected some 200 feet below ground level in a Hawkins lab.

They just don’t know. And she’s fucking mad about it. Steve lets her be.

This outburst isn’t really about him. It never was.

He realizes that it’s taken him quite a while to respond and sighs softly, trying to fix his features from hurt into non-threatening compassion. Max’s face is still hard but her eyes have taken on a hint of guilt.

“I know what it’s like to be alone.” Steve chooses to admit. “It sucks. Maybe I just wanted you to know that you aren’t. And it’s not to pressure you to talk. It’s to remind you that if you ever need me, or anyone else, that we’ve got your back, kid.” he has to take a second to swallow and take a deep breath, a little emotional thinking so much about his lonely childhood. “Nobody ever did that for me.” Steve adds in a murmur.

Max doesn’t apologize. Steve doesn’t ask her to. She’s sad, and angry, and probably confused, and hurt, and lost someone who—despite their rocky and antagonistic relationship—deep down, Max felt love towards. That’s a lot of conflicting feelings in a little body. He feels for her.

They drive silently again.

As always, Steve pulls up, lets her out and tells her to have a good day. Again, nothing.

But when he comes to pick her up, something seems different. Max asks if it’s okay if she puts a tape in the deck in his dashboard. He says go for it.

It’s Kate Bush. A song comes on that he’s heard before, but something about the words strikes him: If I only could/I’d make a deal with God/And I’d get him to swap our places. This is the first time that he’s driven her, in a span of more than three weeks now, that she hasn’t had her headphones on.

When Steve peeks over at Max, probably terribly conspicuous, she’s crying. He wants to ask if she’s okay, but he doesn’t want to prove his stupidity anymore than he already does, so he stays quiet. Lets her talk if she needs to.

“Billy showed me Kate Bush.” Steve looks over at her for real, but waits for her to continue. “He,” she sniffs and wiped her face fiercely, “he said his mom played this one album of hers. When he was a kid. Sometimes he’d play the tape at night really quiet when he couldn’t sleep. I could hear it through our walls in our house in California. But I didn’t want him to get in trouble, so I never said anything.” Max lets out a little, watery laugh. “I can’t listen to that album without falling asleep now.”

They still haven’t left the parking lot. Steve doesn’t move to start the drive. Max’s mom won’t be home until 7pm. They have time.

She pulls in a big breath. “Billy got me these tapes.” It takes her a second to continue, the tears are steady now. “He,” Max fumbles and more tears drip down her face. “It was for my birthday. He got me Kate Bush’s The Dreaming and David Bowie’s Space Oddity and new wheels for my skateboard.” A sob comes this time. “He put them on my board himself.”

“That’s a really great birthday present.” Steve comments idly.

“I really love that Kate Bush tape.” Max coughs out another small laugh. “But sometimes I don’t want to play it because I’m scared I’ll wear it out and have to get rid of it. But it’s the one that he got me. I don’t think I could replace it.”

Steve sighs. “Yeah, that would suck to have to throw it away. But, I think he’d appreciate it more if you actually used it. Tapes are meant to be played, right?”

Max shrugs, noncommittal and uses her jacket sleeve to wipe her face. “I guess.”

“Maybe we can get you another so you can keep the one Billy gave you.” He suggests.

A small nod. Steve gives one back and ruffles her hair. Max bats him away, but it’s gentle she doesn’t say anything.

They let the tape play until they arrive at the trailer park. When Max stops, rewinds, and ejects it, she pauses for a second. Her tears have stopped and dried, leaving red eyes and puffy cheeks. “Sorry I yelled at you.”

Steve shrugs and smiles. “You didn’t pull a gun on me or punch me in the face, which is less than most of my friends can say, so you’re good. Don’t worry about it.”

“Steve.” She says seriously. “I…”

Steve nearly tears up himself when she launches herself over the console to grab him in a hug. When she pulls back, Max smiles a bit back at him. “Thanks.” He doesn’t say anything back. Doesn’t think he can without getting choked up. Just waves as she goes inside.

Once the door is closed behind her, says, “anytime, kiddo.” Steve warms in his chest and he cautiously, so as not to jinx anything, that having a little sister might feel something like this.

Over the weekend, he drives to the next town over to get to their music store. Finds a copy of Kate Bush’s The Dreaming and buys it. Nothing else. And when Max gets in the car the next Monday, it’s already playing in the deck.

For the first time in a while, Steve gets to see her smile.

It all goes downhill from there.

It’s a Saturday. Steve drove Max to school each day this week. He and Robin are stuck at Family Video. The two of them are playing tic-tac-toe on an inventory sheet that Keith entrusted Robin with. Joke’s on him. She’s just as displeased with working as Steve is. And she steals Twizzlers from the candy rack on a daily basis; chewing on the licorice when customers walk in and using it to point in the direction of aisles as opposed to actually walking people over to them.

Just as Robin is about to beat him for the fifth consecutive time, Max slams into the door.

Well, slam might be a bit of an exaggeration, but she has no qualms with throwing it open on them. Max comes right over to the counter, clearly on a mission. “Steve.” She basically ignores Robin.

“Yeah?” He feels a little accosted, he can’t lie.

Max leans on the counter, headphones around her neck still playing. “Will you take me somewhere? Please.” The ‘please’ is basically an afterthought. More there because she was taught by her mother to say please when she asks for something, not because she means it.

“Hi, or whatever.” Robin mutters, bitterly.

Steve side-eyes Robin, who is now picking disinterestedly at the dark purple polish on her fingernails. She’s not actually offended. “I can’t today, kid, I work until pretty late. But tomorrow?”

“Yeah, that’s fine. Whenever. I just…need to. And I don’t want to go alone.”

That doesn’t sound suspicious at all. Even Robin pauses her nail picking to lift a manicured eyebrow. Steve’s head tilts slightly, a small squint in his eyes. “Well, are you sure you don’t want any of your friends to go with you?” It doesn’t seem pushy, but he is trying to gently press her. There’s something fishy about this request. “And if it’s just too far to skate or walk, then yeah, I’ll drive you. Your mom busy working?”

“She’s working so much right now; I don’t want to make her worry about it.” Okay, that’s a bit of a red flag for Steve. “And I love the guys but. They kind of—” she clears her throat softly, for a moment her voice sounded thick. “They kind of, don’t really understand.” Max says haltingly.

Now Steve is really skeptical. “Do I understand?”

With a noncommittal shrug, Max hitches her jacket higher on her shoulder. “Probably not. But I don’t need you to. And I know that you won’t push it or anything.”

Great, now he feels bad for trying to underhandedly pressure her. “Max…” Steve starts gently, “I gotta be honest with you. The vagueness of whatever it is that’s going on is making me a little worried. Where is it that you need to go?”

With a huff, Max shakes her head slightly. “Nevermind, I’ll get there myself—”

“Hey, Max.” Steve rushes around the counter to get a few steps ahead of her and watches her roll her eyes. “Slow down, speed. I’ll take you. I didn’t say I wouldn’t. But I need to know that wherever it is that you need to go, that you’ll be safe.”

Heaving a sigh and keeping her eyes away from Steve, she answers quietly. “I need to see Billy.”

There’s something in her voice…something that maybe if Steve were better at reading people could pick up what exactly that tone is. Whatever it is that triggered this need, it’s something that’s heavier than she’s letting on. Setting a hand on her arm, he asks anyway. “Max, is something wrong?”

Now she won’t look at him, just nudges her toe into the ugly carpet. “No. No. I just. I just had a weird dream last night and I really need to go.”

With a sigh, Steve concedes. “Can you wait until tomorrow?”

“Yeah, it’s fine. I’ll wait.”

Patting her arm, he reassures her. “I’ll pick you up at noon, okay? Make sure you eat before we go.”

She rolls her eyes, not giving an affirmative. “Bye, Steve. Later, Robin.” Giving them both a short wave, Max lifts her headphones back over her ears and heads for the door.

Robin at least has the decency to wait until the door has shut behind Max and the kid has dropped her skateboard before she starts to bitch. “Oh, I get it she can acknowledge my existence when she’s leaving but screw me when she needs to see her supplementary mom.”

Steve actively chooses not to say anything about the ‘supplementary mom’ comment. Instead, he shrugs, leans his lower back against the front of the counter with a shrug. “We’ve gotten kind of close recently, don’t take it personally.”

With a scoff, Robin shakes her head. “Taking it personally? Me? You must have me confused with someone else.” He knows she didn’t. It is funny when she gets dramatic, though. “Steve.” She starts, suddenly all joking leaves her voice. “Are you really about to take Max to her dead brother’s grave?”

It sure does look that way, doesn’t it. The fact itself isn’t a big deal. He knows to other people it’s probably weird. But it’s not really like the kid can take a bus to get there. And the cemetery is nearly outside town lines. It’s too far for her to use her skateboard. Too far for his comfort, anyway. Dear God, he does sound like a mom, Jesus. “It’s where she wants to go. If she wants to visit him, she should be able to.”

Unsuccessfully, Robin tries to hide a grimace. “You don’t think it’s a little weird?”

Steve tries to reason with her. “I’m not going to go just to sit and watch her talk to his headstone. I’ll take her, wait in the car, then bring her home.”

There’s an inquisitive look in Robin’s eyes when she leans forward on the counter. “Why are you doing this?” It isn’t accusatory, just curious. Not quite grasping what exactly is going on, wanting to understand.

He may as well be as honest with her as he was with Max when she asked. “Because, right now, Max probably feels like she doesn’t have anyone. Her mom is busy all the time now that her deadbeat stepfather abandoned them and her only sibling was gored right in front of her on the fucking Fourth of July. The boys can’t do anything besides be supportive, and I have a feeling that because it’s Billy, supportive isn’t going to be their strong suit. They all hated the guy.”

“Steve. You hated him.” Robin points out.

“I didn’t—,” he goes in to defend himself a little too quickly. Steve regains his footing and chooses his words, “hate him. I thought he could be a huge jerk, sure. But, I don’t like to hate people. We didn’t get along one time, it ended badly.” No other way to describe it. Did Billy perhaps fly off the handle? Yeah. But was it fairly justified considering the circumstances? Yeah. “But I also didn’t know him. Never did. I can’t bring myself to hate someone I never really knew.”

A small smile that could almost be called proud sits on Robin’s lips, she hums softly. “I see. I can’t say I expected you to be so mature about that.”

“I’m willing to overlook that vast underestimation of my depth.” Steve thinks he notices Robin’s eyebrows raise at his vocabulary. Thanks, Dustin. “But I’m the babysitter, Robin. I haul the kids’ asses around. And what kind of babysitter would I be if I didn’t take them where they wanted to go?”

“If they’re asking to go to cemeteries? Probably a good one.”

Throwing his head back with a groan, Steve rolls his eyes. “Jesus, come on. Max isn’t going because she wants to have a séance. She’s going because she’s sad and someone she cares about is buried there.”

There’s something foreboding in the way Robin answers with: “we think.”

“We hope.” Steve relents uncomfortably.

A ringed hand falls on his elbow. “Hey, do me a favor?”

“Yeah?”

“Bring some flowers or something.” Robin requests with a slight frown. “We all know that Max is the only one who visits him. It kind of makes me feel bad. Everyone deserves to have someone miss them.”

Steve nods faintly. He’d never thought about it that way.

The next day, Steve arrives at the trailer park three minutes past noon. A bouquet of red, pink and purple gladiolas are in the backseat. Max is already sitting on the steps, waiting for him. Her headphones are already on.

When she gets into the passenger seat, she doesn’t say anything. Steve thinks that she probably isn’t in a very talkative mood today and he keeps quiet. They stay silent the entire ride out to the cemetery. The usual Kate Bush isn’t coming out of the Walkman. It something heavier, like maybe she’s listening to a tape that Billy used to play. Steve would guess the band, but he doesn’t know a goddamn thing about metal.

It isn’t a nice day. It’s cloudy and foggy and the wind is a little cold. But Max is staying in Billy’s denim jacket, it seems, despite the weather. Steve considers offering her the blanket he has in the backseat, but already knows that she’d never take it.

When they enter the gates of the cemetery, Max pulls her headphones down. Gives him a few directions on which curves to take and where to stop.

From where they end up, Steve can’t see Billy’s headstone. Never has. Offhand, he was aware that they had a funeral. Steve doesn’t know anyone outside of the family that went. He didn’t, wasn’t invited. In honesty, he can’t be sure that anyone was.

Turning back to look at Max, she’s already looking him past him somewhere not far off. Steve sets a hand on her shoulder. “Take as long as you want. I’ll be here when you’re done. And if you, you know, need me or anything…” he shrugs. “Just come get me.”

Finally, her eyes move over to him and she nods. Nothing else. As she goes to push open the door, Steve stops her.

“Hey, just a sec.” Turning and lifting out of his seat, he reaches in the back and grabs the flowers. “Take these up with you, yeah?” Max frowns but reaches out slowly and takes the gladiolas with one hand. “Robin said it might be nice. Leaving something for him. So, I thought…” he trails off, lifts a shoulder awkwardly. Even so, there’s a softness in Max’s gaze. So, gladiolas in hand, she pushes the door open and gets out.

Because that’s just who he is, Steve watches her walk up to the grave that must belong to her brother. Max pulls his jacket tighter around herself and sits down cross-legged in front of it. Gently, he sees her placing the flowers on the lips of the headstone. Steve chooses that as his cue to leave her be.

After a few minutes, as terrible as it is, he starts to get bored. If he were a person that reads, which—obviously—he isn’t, he would have brought a book. Or had one in his car in the first place. But it also seems kind of…offensive, doesn’t it? Bringing a book or tapes or something into a cemetery just feels a little rude. Despite not having anything to do besides stare into space, Steve can’t bring himself to play a tape. Max needs this time alone to be near someone she cared about.

Without thinking, Steve turns to look at her.

From where he is, he can see her, parked in front of the headstone. But there’s something off. The sky has started getting darker. The clouds over their heads are gathering, moving faster than they should. Steve paws at the door handle, popping it open and stepping out. Suddenly, a rumble of thunder sounds, resonating within his chest. A few stray flashes of lightning connecting into the clouds, before another rumble. Steve thinks the storm that brewed over them without warning probably means rain, and moreso that they should probably head out soon. It sucks that he has to cut her visit short but—

As Steve is about to open his mouth to call to Max, a bolt of lightning that he would swear looks fucking red splits the clouds.

“Max!” Steve shouts to her. Her head whips around to him, before the sky breaks open. “Let’s go, come on!”

Without answering, she’s racing towards the car. Steve already inside when the door slams behind her.

They’re both a little damp, her more than he is, but Steve turns on the heat to help hopefully prevent her from getting sick.

After a few moments, Max asks softly, “that was weird, right?”

Steve huffs out a disbelieving laugh. “Yeah dude, that was weird.”

That night, Steve dreams about Billy Hargrove for the first time since his death.

#my fic #new fic #harringrove #harringrove fic #harringrove au #billy hargrove

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tartagliad · 3 years

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Slipping Through My Fingers

Summary: Just a simple headcannon about him being a parent with you

Fandom: Genshin Impact

Character: Childe (your daughter's name is Stella :3)

Genre: fluff + modern AU!

f reader!

Warnings: self indulgent, slight angst

(A/N: i'm back~! i've been facing writer's block for the past couple of weeks, and I'm sorryy.. I made this on my finals, please don't let this flop.. TwT.. I hope you all enjoyed it! request are opened :D)

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Now playing: Slipping Through My Fingers - ABBA

(hearing the song while reading this will improve the experience)

Mornings

"Schoolbag in hand, she leaves home in the early morning. Waving goodbye with an absent-minded smile"

Every morning, Childe would wake up your daughter while you prepare the breakfast

"Darling.. wake up.. it's time for school.." he coos ever so softly

Once Stella woke up, he help him get ready, do her hair, and wear her uniform :3

Stella then run to the kitchen where you are, "Mommy~" she hugs your leg

"Oh? good morning, dear.. breakfast is almost ready~" you said to her and she sat on the table

Childe watched her, she reminds him so much of you

How she smiles, how giggly she is and how bright she is.. it reminds him of you

"Daddy, come eat together-!'' she called, he then snapped back to reality and join the two of you

He watched the both of you eat and hear your conversations with her..

It warms his heart so much, he feels so happy to be with both of his very loved ones

He and Stella then walk to the front yard with you waiting at the door

She then went inside the bus, "Have a good day, sweetie~" he waved at her as the bus slowly moves away from the house

Yet he still can see her smile and say, "bye bye mommy and daddy~"

"hmm, I'll be waiting.."

Thoughts

"The feeling that I'm losing her forever. And without really entering her world"

When he's alone, his thoughts takes over him

Time is cruel for everyone and he is no exception

To see Stella grow and change by time, he sometimes can't handled it..

His little girl is now growing up..

When he thought he know her well, she changed little by little..

Childe sometimes felt upset about it

He just wanted to understand his daughter well but he can't, because the world keeps moving

Talking and hearing her stories did soothe him

Laughing with her is simply a joy for him

Since he got married to you and Stella was born to the world, he's really happy.. nothing can't pay the feeling of being with you and her

But the thought that time stops for no one did make Childe feel upset

"If only time could stop or slow down.. it would be great.. I just wanted to know her.. cherish everything with her.. I don't want her to grow up yet.."

Day offs and vacations

"Slipping through my fingers all the time, I try to capture every minute, the feeling in it"

When he got a day or week off from work, he'll immediately wanted to spend time with the both of you

Even though he's busy with his works, he usually plans vacations and which place that all of you can have fun and have a great time

Like today for summer :D

"Hey my two angles~ we're heading to the beach~" he announced, Stella jumped in excitement and hugged him, "Yeayy-! we finally have fun togetherr~" Childe giggles and pick her up, kissing her face

You then walk to the both of them and kiss them, "haha~ can't wait, I'll prepare the things for us" you smiled

The next day, you all arrived at the beach

You and Childe put all of your things down while Stella waits for both of you

"C'mon~! I can't wait to swimm~" she cheered, both of you giggled and you put the float on her and some suncreen

She then run to the water and Childe runs with her

You giggled and grab the camera, snapping pictures of them

Some of them smiling to the camera with Stella giggling and some are them splashing at each other

Smiling seeing the pictures, you then put the camera down

Childe on the other hand, his heart swells with love, all of you are laughing and having fun

You then rent a kite and played with her while snapped a picture of the two of you

Before going home, all of you take a cute family photo :3, it was sunset and both of you wanted to cherish it

Tired, all of you finish taking a shower, taking turns

After a fun day, you all will nestled in one bed, cuddling each other

You and Stella both fell asleep after awhile, Childe? He's just happy, kissing both of you a good night kiss

"I love you both so much, can't wait for another vacations and spending time with you two.."

Stella's Birthday

"Each time I think I'm close to knowing, She keeps on growing"

He'll no doubt will take a day off just to celebrate her birthday

It depends on Stella whether she wants to throw a party and invite her friends or just have fun with her beloved parents :3

On morning, Childe cooked her favorite breakfast and serve it on bed, both of you can't forget the morning kiss for Stella, "Happy Birthday~!"

After she went to school, both of you went shopping

Buying her favorite chocolate cake, new clothes, toys and such

Childe even pick her up from school together with you

"Mommy, daddy-!" her high pitched voice and little figure runs to you

Both of you greet her and take her home as she waved her hand to her friends

Arriving at the house, she run inside and saw the cakes, presents and some decorations

"Uwohh-! both of you did this??" she smiled excitedly and both of you nod

Changing both of your clothes and her into a mini dress, you then take the cake out and light up the candles

"Make a wish, dear~" Childe told her and Stella close her eyes for a moment

She then blows it and both of you clapped then take a picture together like usual :)

After eating some of the cake and Stella finish opening her presents, you and Childe bring her to her favorite park

All of you just enjoy the day to just talk, have fun and walk together :3

"You grow up so fast darling, I wish you are a happy person as you grow up and keep loving us.."

Young Adult

"Sometimes I wish that I could freeze the picture, And save it from the funny tricks of time"

You and Childe have raised her with great education and with so much loving-care for Stella

She's now a young adult (around 18), which means now it's time for her to face the outside world

Childe assigned her to University in Fontaine, which was her dream collage

She's been studying hard to get in and have both of your out most support for her

And guessed what? SHE GOT ACCEPTED, isn't that great~!

Both of you are really proud of her and celebrate a little with a dinner :D

Since she's a teen, sometimes she'll spend time with her friends, with that means sometimes she'll come a home a bit late sometimes (but not until 12 or 4 in the morning)

She'll be home at the latest around 8 o'clock

Although she's out, she'll never forget about the two of you at home :3, such a sweet girl

Stella looks a bit more like Childe but her eyes and hair color are yours

"Haha, you really did portrayed the both of us, dear", Childe giggles and she smiled shyly, "well.. I'm mom and dad's daughter after all", she responded with a really soft smile

It makes both of your heart swell so much..

Now, the time has come for her to attend collage and went to Fontaine

You helped her pack what she needs and Childe already book a flight and taxi when she arrived there

Both of you accompany her to the airport and bid farewell

"Mom.. dad.." she turned to the two of you, "I'll miss you.." she smiled sadly and hugs you two

"aww.. we'll miss you too, dear..'' you gently rub her back and kiss her cheek, "You're welcome to call us anytime, dear.. don't hesitate to ask something that you need.." Childe cups her cheek gently

Every parent knows that there's a time where the child has to leave and live a new life independently

Her flight got called in an announcement that it'll be gone in 30 minutes

"there it is, I have to go now.." she looked at the schedule and hug you one last time

''Good bye sweetie, have a safe flight.." you kissed her cheek, and she then waved good bye and went to the ticket booth and after a few minutes, she went inside and her plane is now leave

"Mom and dad will wait for you, dear.. We hope you have a great and a safe life out there..''

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shemarmooresfedora · 3 years

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Series Summary: After being arrested, Spencer Reid desperately tries to get back home to his daughter, Camellia, who was placed into foster care in your home.

Pairing: Single!Dad!Spencer x Foster!Mom!Reader

Content/Warnings: mentions of abandonment, unwanted sexual advances (outside character to spencer), swearing, mentions of cheating (doesn’t actually happen), happy ending

Word Count: 2.4k

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Chapter 10

You woke up with Spencer’s arm lazily draped over your waist. Rain was pitter-pattering against the window.

You rolled over and cuddled yourself into Spencer’s chest.

“Good morning,” he hummed contently.

“G’morning,” you sleepily mumbled.

“Is my little angel tired from last night?” he asked.

“Very,” you nodded, “Do we have to pick Callie up from her sleepover?”

“She’s staying there until after her soccer practice. I have to go back to my house and get some more clothes to bring over here but other than that, my day is wide open,” he gently stroked your hair.

“I just have two appointments later in the day so I’ll have to go into the office this afternoon,” you yawned.

“I’ll make us breakfast,” Spencer tried to shift out from underneath the covers.

“Or…” you wrapped your arms around him once again, “We can get breakfast on the way to your house and then I get some extra cuddle time.”

“Sounds good to me,” Spencer pressed a kiss to your forehead.

“Um hello?” Spencer asked as you both approached the woman standing at his front door.

She turned around and Spencer’s eyes practically bulged out of his head.

“Spencer!” she ran to hug him.

Spencer refused to unclasp his hand from yours, making it very clear he had no intention to return the hug.

“What are you doing here, Austin?”

Austin. This was Callie’s mother. The woman who abandoned them both.

“I’m in between jobs right now, figuring out my purpose in life, you know? I just took a bus and ended up back here again. Got me thinking I should stop by and check in,” she smiled like this was just a casual visit from a friend.

“You wanted to stop by after 11 years and no goodbye?” Spencer asked incredulously.

“I could also use a place to crash for a few days. How’s Camellia doing? Does she still do that thing where she twitches her little nose? I always loved that.”

“Don’t act like you know my daughter at all,” Spencer seethed.

“Spencer,” you got in between them, putting your hands on his chest to calm him down.

You turned to Austin, “One second.”

You led Spencer back down the steps, “Look, I know what she did was very wrong but she did give you the greatest gift of all, Callie, so maybe you could invite her over for dinner and she could just sleep on the couch for the night?”

“Just one night?” Spencer confirmed.

“If you don’t do this now, Callie will probably just track her birth mother down later in life without you there to supervise. Lots of my past foster kids have and it doesn’t always end well.”

“Fine,” Spencer relented, heading back up the front steps.

“You can stay with us for one night,” Spencer emphasized, “I will be watching you the whole time you’re with Callie.”

“Deal!” She clapped her hands excitedly.

“Hi, I’m Y/N,” you introduced yourself, opting to not give a label.

“Nice to meet you,” she replied with a sickeningly sweet smile.

She loaded her few bags of belongings into the back of the car as you and Spencer grabbed some more of his clothes from inside.

Spencer opted to drive so you headed to the passenger side. Austin grabbed the car door handle at the same time as you.

“Oh I’m sorry, were you going to sit here?” she feigned politeness.

“Yeah, I was,” you narrowed your eyes.

Spencer rolled the window down, “Austin, there’s plenty of room in the back.”

“Oh, of course!” she nodded enthusiastically.

You buckled as Spencer placed his hand on your thigh, in view of Austin. You settled in for the most awkward car ride of your life.

“Can’t you cancel? Please don’t leave me here with her,” Spencer begged as you got ready to go in for work.

“I would if they were just check-ups but Timmy has a rash I need to check out and I need to write a script so Jessica can get a refill on her medication. If you really don’t want to be alone with her, come with me,” you replied.

“I would but I also don’t trust her enough to leave her alone in your house,” Spencer sighed.

“I’ll be back in an hour,” you kissed him, “An hour and a half tops.”

“What do I even say to her?”

“You don’t have to say much. You’re already being generous enough to let her see Callie for the night. Just make dinner while I’m gone. You could offer her a bath or something if you want her to get out of your hair,” you suggested.

Spencer had offered Austin a bath so he didn’t have to deal with the awkward silence while you were gone.

He got to work cooking Rossi’s famous pasta for dinner, dicing onions and boiling the water. He would check the clock every minute and started a countdown in his head of when you would return home.

He heard the water drain from the tub upstairs.

Fuck, he thought, at least 10 more minutes until you’re home.

Austin sauntered down the stairs after her bath in just her bra and underwear, wearing one of Spencer’s unbuttoned dress shirts over top.

Spencer’s hands flew to cover his eyes, “What the fuck are you doing?”

“Hopefully you,” she smirked.

“I have a girlfriend, well it’s not official yet but I am very much committed to her,” Spencer stated.

“If it’s not official,” she drew closer, “Then, this wouldn’t be cheating.”

“I don’t care if it’s technically not cheating. I only have interest in Y/N,” Spencer spoke firmly, his hands still over his eyes.

“Just once, Spence…for old time’s sake,” she whispered in his ear.

“No,” Spencer backed up further into the pot of sauce he was cooking for dinner, spilling a bit of the hot liquid on himself.

Spencer opened his eyes at the burning sensation, “Now look what you did,” he sighed frustratedly, starting to undo the buttons of his shirt, “I have to soak this before it stains. I can’t believe you. Why would you think this is okay?”

“Just go wash your shirt, Spencer,” Austin rolled her eyes.

Spencer, being so angry, didn’t hear the door open.

“I’m not finished with you, Austin,” he stared her down.

He heard a squeak from the other side of the room. You were standing there, fresh tears running down your face.

Spencer looked down at his unbuttoned shirt, Austin’s lack of clothes, and recalled the last thing he said.

“Y/N, it’s not what it looks like-” he tried to run after you but you were already out the door, slamming it behind you.

Spencer scrambled outside to where you were starting your car back up again.

“Y/N,” he frantically tapped against the car window, “Please let me explain.”

You didn’t even turn to face him, shifting the car into reverse and peeling out of the driveway.

Spencer stormed back inside, grabbing Austin’s bags, “Get the fuck out of Y/N’s house and get the fuck out of my family’s life.”

“But Callie isn’t even home yet,” she argued.

“Good,” Spencer yelled, “Because it took you less than 3 hours for your true colors to show again. You care about nothing! You didn’t want anything to do with us then so you don’t get to have anything to do with us now,” Spencer escorted her towards the door, “I will not hesitate to file for a restraining order if I see you near me, Y/N, or my daughter ever again.”

“Can I at least change?” she asked as Spencer threw her bags on the front step.

“You were plenty comfortable showing me who repeatedly told you no so might as well show the whole neighborhood,” he slammed the door in her face.

How dare he? In your house. Probably in your bed.

You went back to your office because Spencer couldn’t even leave you the dignity to retreat back to your own safe space that was now tainted with bad memories.

Luckily, you had a few pairs of spare clothes that you always kept in the office and a fully made cot in case a patient needed to rest. You settled yourself on the bed, letting the tears begin to fall again, drenching your pillow as you let sleep take over.

“Please pick up please please please,” Spencer begged.

“Hi, you’ve reached Dr. Y/N Y/L/N. I can’t come to the phone right now-”

Spencer hung up and hit his head against the steering wheel. He had already said what he needed to say in the previous 20 voicemails, followed by the additional 30 calls he made every 15 minutes, hoping you would pick up.

“At least you’re not blocked?” Callie tried her hardest to put a positive spin on it.

She didn’t know the full story, coming home after soccer practice to see her dad crying on the couch. Spencer told her that her mother had come back and hurt Y/N’s feelings badly because that was essentially what happened, right?

Spencer had been replaying the situation over and over in his head. Yes, it looked bad from the outside perspective but he didn’t think he actually did anything wrong. If only he could find Y/N, explain it to her and have her believe him.

“Have fun at school,” he hugged her goodbye before she hopped out of the car.

“Remember to tell Mrs. Roberts to drop you off at our place, not Y/N’s,” he reminded her.

“Our house is going to feel so dull though. It’s always cold, did you notice that? We don’t even have a cat,” she whined.

“The least we can do is give Y/N her space to process,” Spencer told her, “If she’s ready for us to come back into her life eventually, we’ll gladly take it.”

“If?” Callie grimaced, “How bad did my mother mess this up?”

“I’d rather not say,” Spencer simply stated.

“That sounds promising,” Callie sighed, “Bye, Dad. Love you.”

“Love you too, sweetheart.”

“Could you give this note to Doctor Y/L/N?” Spencer asked the receptionist.

Y/N,

Your house is cleared out. Despite your previous statement, it is obvious we have overstayed our welcome at the moment. I hope if you give me a chance to explain, it will ease your pain and in turn, mine. I swear to you, angel, nothing happened. I can tell the full story whenever you are ready and I hope you can hear the truth in my voice.

Yours,

Spencer

“Jake Gomez?” he heard you call out.

He turned around to see a little kid hopping out of his seat in the waiting room and following you into the clinic area. You made brief eye contact with him and you looked so broken. It took everything in him not to run up and beg on his knees for your forgiveness.

Callie had a big soccer game coming up and you really wanted to go but you also really didn’t want to see Spencer.

Sure, you got his note but he could easily have lied. It was hard to argue with what you saw right in front of your eyes.

You pulled your hair back into a low bun and wore a hood pulled over a hat as well as sunglasses. You made sure to blend in with the crowd of moms.

You saw Spencer about 2 rows of bleachers down, leaning against the fence. God, why did he have to look so good in jeans?

Despite your sunglasses, one of the moms caught the subject of your stares.

“I’m pretty sure he’s single too,” she nudged you, “If I didn’t have a husband, I would be all over that fine piece of ass.”

You just nervously nodded in response.

The game had gone into overtime. The teams had to take turns shooting on the opposing goalie’s net. Each team must take 5 shots with 5 different players and whoever makes the most wins.

Callie was put in the stressful position of needing to make the shot to win the game for her team. She took her time, lining up the shot and stretching out her legs.

Callie ran in for the kick, faking left and when the goalie dived, she kicked right.

“Score!” the ref announced.

“Yes, Callie!” you stood and screamed in excitement, “That’s what I’m talking about!”

After the initial shock wore off, you realized Spencer was staring directly at you.

You grimaced, “Um excuse me, sorry, excuse me,” you repeated as you tried to quickly get out of the aisle.

“Y/N, please wait!” Spencer ran after you.

“I came for Callie, Spencer, not you,” you huffed, slowing to a walk because the parking lot was up a hill and you weren’t about to sprint the whole way.

“Please, Y/N, let me explain. I miss you so much, it hurts,” he pleaded.

“Oh you’re hurt?” you asked incredulously, “I’m sorry that me leaving after I found you cheating on me hurt you.”

“I didn’t cheat!” Spencer insisted, “She was coming on to me but I rejected her every single time. I was yelling at her for how inappropriate her behavior was, that's what you walked in on.”

“You were yelling at her with your shirt off?”

“I had my eyes covered at first so I wouldn’t see her indecent but I accidentally backed into the sauce and I didn’t want to stain my shirt.”

You sat there in silence, processing his story.

“Please say something. I’ll do anything to make it right, I need you back.”

A tear fell from Spencer’s eye which was followed by many more.

“I think your story is just crazy enough that I believe you,” you spoke.

“Really?” Spencer asked.

“Really,” you outreached your arms for a hug.

Spencer dove into your embrace like it was his air. He cried into your chest for 10 minutes until he finally met your eyes again.

“I’m sorry, I just thought I was never going to get to do this again,” he squeezed you tighter, “I love you, Y/N, and I want you to be my girlfriend. I actually want you to be more than my girlfriend someday but this is a good start for now.”

“I love you too,” you kissed him, “And just curious, what did you have in mind for the future?”

“I’m going to make you my wife someday,” he grinned.

A/N: one chapter left of this series! 🥺❤️

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boizandgurlzinthehouse · 3 years

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Could u maybe do one with damiano where they Get into A fight and He says something very mean but it need with fluff i hope u understood. Thanks :)

𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬, 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐦 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐝𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐨 𝐝𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐝 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐢 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 1769

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐮𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐛𝐚𝐝 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲 (𝐨𝐫 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐦𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐲 𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐮𝐞𝐬- 𝐨𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠 𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐞𝐡𝐞𝐡𝐞𝐡)

your day wasn't the best when you came home — your head hurt, the day was freezing cold from the moment you peeled the blanket off of yourself, and the hours in the office felt like thrice longer than usual. your boyfriend, damiano couldn't take you out at your office, since his studio was in the opposite direction than your office, but you got in late too because he couldn't find something he needed. you were a little bit nervous, but you just sushed your thoughts and tried to forget the words damiano and you said to each other.

"why can't you just leave the things in their original place? is this that hard to note?"

"be glad that i washed it out."

"be glad that i washed it out…"

damiano mimicked your voice, you hoped that the tone of his voice was only annoyed and derisive because he was tired.

thus, your mom called you in lunch just to call you about that there's no room in the house for you because your other cousins need place until the end of christmas –you couldn't stop the bitter taste in on your tongue, maybe that's why you couldn't hide the disappointment and gloom in your tone.

"but… where gonna i sleep then?"

"sweetheart, you can rent out a hotel room for a few days, don't you?"

"but mom, that's so much money!"

"did i mention that we would be so, so happy if we could meet your boyfriend? what was his name, danny?"

could your mother for only once not change the topic of the talk, if that began to change uncomfortable for her?

"it's damiano, mom."

"damiano, yes. so, is it alright for you?"

i don't have another option, and you know this too too well.

"yes. bye, mom."

you didn't wait for her "goodbye, sweetheart", slamming the red button on your phone.

and now, at the end of this ironically 'happy' and 'succesful' day, you stood in your living room, with your phone in your hand, pressing together your lips as damiano said out those words. you hoped that when you get home, you can take a long shower or run a bath while damiano sits on the edge of the tub, or even bathing with you, talking about this shitty day while you and damiano hate the world together, sharing a bottle of champagne and painting each other's nails –but he too decided to go against you.

"i think you shouldn't worry that much about that."

"what?"

"come on babe, it's just your mom. she's always dramatic, you shouldn't pull it on yourself that hard."

"no, i think you don't understand my problem, she literally said that her daughter don't have a place, a bed in the house she grew up during fuckint christmas!"

"shake it off, y/n. we're gonna figure it out."

"we're gonna figure it out, what does that mean to you, huh? christmas is approaching, day by day, the hotels are sure as hell full, even the airbnb-homes, but yeah, you're right, we have all the time in the world to figure it out!" you acted with your hand, more sarcastic than ever.

"what are saying now, that is my fault that you got a late call?"

you sighed, feeling your soul heavier than ever –the pound in your head spreaded down into your chest, giving the sour feeling of crying.

"no, i'm just telling you that you could be a little bit more helpful and understanding… it's about my family, my mom, mia madre as you used to say! how can't you understand this?"

"i am not understanding enough? how can you say this?"

don't do this, dami, don't manipulate my feelings, at least not you –don't make me more miserable, please.

"i say this because i can only talk with your about this! i trust you only with my problems, my problematic mother and my other shitty things, and now you just say that i should calm down on a problem that means bigger to me than ever?"

"well it's not my problem to have a useless mother!"

it was enough. far enough for you to snap.

"than you know what?",

grabbing your purse and coat,

"fuck you!" with that, you slammed the door and stepped out of the house. you didn't know where to go on the year's coldest day –you only knew that you don't want to stay near anybody right now. maybe renting out a hotel room wasn't a that-bad idea. or going to vic, and block damiano and your mother for the next two days.

trying to call vic, you didn't even noticed that your bump into somebody, pulling together your coat on yourself, you decided to go afoot to the next bus stop, maybe damiano runs after you, but right now you couldn't face him, after everything he said.

well, it's not my problem to have a useless mother. did he think this the whole time, the whole time when you bragged about your family? that that's only your pathetic problem? you couldn't see the screen of your phone from hé blur of your tears –they immediately broke down on your neck and cheek, then freezing in the cold wind, only leaving a chilly, uncomfortable feeling. the snow crashed through the clouds, everything were white and so, so cold, the wind blew in between your coat and sweatshirt –your teeth crashed together as you pleaded to the sky and vic to pick up that phone. your stomach grumbled,

"it's almost half ten, what do you want?"

"vic, oh my god! i'm so glad, can i ask you a little favour?"

"what the fuck, is is it you, y/n? i thought damiano called me this late, he would lose his phone and use yours, the dumbass. what's the problem?"

"can i sleep at you?"

"of cour- why?"

"please, i'll tell you everything, but…" you wailed suddenly, you were surprised too, not to mention vic.

"sweet jesus, was that you? grab a cab and come here, fast! i'm calling damiano."

"no, no please!"

vic didn't respond.

"come here safe, okay?"

"okay. bye, vic."

the line cut off, leaving you there in the winding snow –more five or six streets? you still pondered on damiano's words between tears and shivers, while trying to hug yourself as warmly as you could.

you barely reached the second corner when you heard a humming of a car. can't be a taxi, but then… who's on the streets this late, in this tempestuous weather? excluding me, you thought, could laugh but in a soaked coat, sweater and socks you only wanted to survive until vic's.

turning your aching neck, at first you thought you hallucinate –seeing damiano's black car was nearly a dream, a mirage. does hypothermia kicks in that soon?

as the car approached you, it stopped beside you.

"do you really gonna walk to vic like this? did you call a cab?"

you ignored damiano, walking towards, your bag almost slipped out of your hand.

"let me help you cara mia, i'm sorry. can we talk about this in the car? it's warm in here, too."

stubbornly, with shaking hands, you wiped off the wet locks from your face. hearing a quiet murmur, something like 'okay, that's enough', the door of the car opened, inviting you to sit on the passenger's seat. you stopped the marching, looking at damiano with crossed arms.

"i'm not going anywhere until you get in this car. you can walk to vic, but i'm gonna follow you, and i'm gonna sit in here until you collect enough peace to talk with me."

it warmed your heart a little bit, but the harsh words sung in the back of your head –reluctantly, but slowly you got in the car. damiano didn't hesitate a moment to turn on the child safety lock system as you closed the door. you huffed.

"is it really neccessary?" you asked quietly.

"i don't want you to change your mind when we get back home "he said. "do you need anything? a blanket, a coffee? a tea? i'm texting thomas to boil some water."

"thomas... how? and why?"

"he came for some butter, but you bumped into him, thomo was surprised even that you're that…" –searching for the right words, it was hard and awkward for each of you.

"listen, y/n, i–"

"no, dami, i was just upset and–"

"no, wait! it's my time to apologize. because in the past time, i got carried away. i said things and i said them without thinking about how hurtful they can be. i should be glad, so fucking gratefuo that i have a girlfriend, a lover like you, a lover who nurtures me, who search my lost things even when i can't find them because i'm such a clumsy ass, a lover who shares her deepest secrets and problems with me. a lover who trusts me so much, who accepts my little habits… i know i can't take back the things i said about your mother and your problems, but the least i can do is make you forget about it, and support you with it. can you", damiano said as he covered your cold, tender hands with his big, soft ones. "y/n y/l/n, amore della mia vita, the love of my life, accept my apology about everything i said and did?"

you couldn't stop the blushing, your whole chest warmed up at his words, clinging to his hands.

"yes, i absolutely can. i'm sorry i yelled at you, it was just a shitty day, and my family… well, that's another story."

damiano leaned closer to you, touching your jaw, tucked a cold strand of hair behind your ear, spreading comfort towards your cheeks and eyebrows.

"even with soaked clothes, pale skin and damp hair, you're still the prettiest, angelic thing i've seen in my life, mia dolce bambina."

you didn't need anything to reach up to his lips, yearning to get as much as from his warmth as possible –damiano strokes the back of your head and neck, played with the moist locks.

after the little kissing session, damiano stroked your hand, taking off your coat, giving you his instead.

"let's go home, okay?"

"okay. i love you, damiano."

"i love you more than you could ever think, little angel."

as the two of you reached home, damiano huffed.

"you know, i'm a little bit disappointed in your mother too."

you pulled up your eyebrows, the corner of your lips curling up slowly.

"really? and why?"

"we can't make out in your old bedroom, that could be quite an extra christmas event, don't you think?"

"damiano!!"

𝐚/𝐧: 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬, 𝐢 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐝𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐨-𝐦å𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐤𝐢𝐧 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞-𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐯𝐢𝐫𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐲. 𝐢'𝐦 𝐠𝐥𝐚𝐝 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐭 𝐩𝐮𝐦𝐩𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐬 <𝟑

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elysianslove · 4 years

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hi !! i am in love w ur writing omg <33 can i req hcs of miya twins && suna w a crush who is in the girls ( or manager of the boys team if u only do gn!reader hcs ) vball team of inarizaki and they share the same bus or sumn when theyre traveling to another school ? thank u <3

hi hi hi!!! thank you so much <333 and i write fem!reader, hehe, so i made her part of the girls vbc! i hope you like these <3

miya atsumu

i firmly believe none of the hq boys would be picky about the girl they’re dating. like yeah they all say certain traits they want but when it really comes down to it and they are dating you, they won’t be upset if you don’t fit certain previous criteria of theirs

that being said, tsumu would absolutely lose his shit if his girlfriend also happened to be a volleyball player like he’d be convinced it’s fate or something

like he wouldn’t crush on you because of volleyball, he just thought you were a really pretty girl he’d constantly see in the halls and stuff

and listen! he really was planning on asking you out

except asking a girl out has never been so nerve-wracking. like he’s never, ever felt this nervous about it?? and he’d keep chickening out every time he saw you

fast forward to you guys having to travel to another prefecture for a game, and it just so happens that the boys’ basketball team also had a game out of town. between the teachers and coaches, they decided since both the boys and the girls’ volleyball teams were going to the same prefecture, you’d just take the bus and make due

the bus isn’t small, but y’all are a lot, so it’s a bit of a mess when you’re climbing on

somehow, someway, you find yourself sitting next to miya atsumu

pls he will never stop talking about how you two were meant to be after omg

imagine his shock when he looks up from his phone and he sees you sitting next to him his brain literally goes ???!!@#$#&^$#&%(&

you just smile at him sweetly and say, “i hope it’s okay that i sat here. there’s not really anywhere else.”

he can’t really speak. no like he really can’t. he’s. starstruck? just completely gone. you’re just so pretty and now he gets to sit next to you for the entire ride? he’s thanking everything holy

samu smacks him on the head because he still hasn’t replied to you and you’re starting to look a little saddened

“uh, yeah, yeah, s’fine, yeah.” i’m telling y’all he’s secretly a complete dork.

at first he doesn’t really know what to say, he just knows that he really wants to talk to you, like badly, and finally his brain catches up to him and he asks you about volleyball. you two spend nearly the entire ride talking about the sport

his heart would not stop beating insanely fast the entire time

so y’all arrive, and you’re about to head off to the girls’ gymnasium when he stops you. you’re kind confused but you don’t stop him bc !!! hello !!! attractive !!! and kind !!! and interesting !!!

and omg you don’t think you’ve ever seen miya atsumu flustered before, and apparently neither has his brother or his friends because they’re in the back just snickering to each other

and finally, he manages to ask, “do you like, wanna hang out? soon? tomorrow?”

it makes you giggle how red his cheeks are

the relief that floods him when you say yes is unbelievable

he wishes you good luck with your game with a kiss on the cheek that shocks everyone because what a contrast to the person he was literally a minute ago

just v briefly: y’all are THE couple. you know what i’m talking about right? imagine just him being at your games and cheering you on the loudest, kissing you fully on the mouth after disregarding any rules in place, or the opposite, of you cheering him on his games and just jumping at him even though he’s really sweaty and hugging him so tight with your legs wrapped around his waist

no please don’t think about going to the gym with tsumu, where he makes you cling onto shirtless him as he’s doing pull ups and you kiss him every time he lowers himself, or practicing volleyball with tsumu, where he’ll serve a ball onto your ass and have you chase him around the gymnasium until he lets you jump onto him and you both fall on the ground

and no! don’t you dare consider practicing serves with him and it being a competition until you’re both so spent and breathlessly lying on the cold ground next to each other or how proud he is every time he sees you finally achieve something you’ve been trying really hard to perfect —

good bye 🏃🏻‍♀️

miya osamu

okay different from atsumu, osamu knew you were a volleyball player, and he realized he had a crush on after watching you play once

your gymnasium, the girls’, was up for inspection but you had a game against another school so you’d borrowed the boys’. the whole boys team decided to stay and watch and holy shit was he impressed. your team won by a landslide, and it was clear the rest of his team was also impressed by the way they were all speaking about you

after that, you kinda stood out to him more? like, before he wouldn’t really notice you, but now anytime you were around or he heard your name or you were mentioned or he heard your voice he would kind of perk up and his heart would beat a little fast

he was like fuck 😃🔪

you didn’t really share classes with him so it wasn’t too difficult to avoid you until his little crush had wavered

yeah until god himself seated you right across from him on the bus while both your teams were on their way to a different school. it’s not that there wasn’t a bus, the coaches were just lazy and decided to combine you both since you were headed the same way anyways

the entire time he wouldn’t stop staring at you while you chatted with your friends and with some of the boys from his team. you just seemed so. magical. he hated it. why were you so perfect

atsumu was asleep for half the ride so he only made fun of him for the other half. it was v humiliating. 0/10

he thought he had been soooo slick lmfao 😹

he was not

samu’s generally a slick guy but. not right now he wasn’t. not with his crush he isn’t

so when everyone steps off the bus and he’s like stretching out his limbs from being seated for really long, he feels someone tap on his shoulder, so he spins around and sees you and honest to god his blood runs cold

you had a really sheepish smile on your face like you were ready to embarrass him and when you said, “hey i noticed you staring,” on god he wanted to die.

but then you noticed his pale face and quickly went, “no, no, i think it’s very flattering! and i’m hoping it means i get to take you out?”

cue tsumu’s cheering in the back he is so obnoxious bhjdbcdbjc

samu’s mouth is moving but his brain isn’t really working he just likes to thank god that he said yes and didn’t say anything else

this time, you wish him luck with a kiss on the cheek and he really hates how his entire body is just heating up right now so on the outside it looks like he’s not enjoying this in the least, but trust, his heart says others

that was the most nervous you’ve ever been but he doesn’t need to know that

on the bus ride back he invites you to sit next to him in the back, and you’re both a little shy about it all but you make conversation and somehow it ends up with him telling you he loves to cook, which leads to the promise that he’ll cook for you one day

it’s a very sweet conversation where you’re both really excited but you’re also a little nervous about it all

again, briefly: if we’re going with you being a wing spiker like him, then training with samu is so fun. he loves to toss the balls up higher and higher knowing you can’t reach them, until one day you shock him and the ball goes smack on the other side of the court and damn he just fell in love all over again.

tsumu practices with you two sometimes and nine times out of ten he’ll make samu think he’s tossing to him then toss to you instead.

you’d think he’d be quiet and calm while he watches you play? absolutely not he is the loudest. it’s okay you luv him <3

omgomgomg meeting up with samu after both your after school practices are over and you just walking home alone in the quiet and you’re both munching on some snacks and it’s so serene and your hand is in his and you’re swinging your arms playfully and it’s just so

sigh

remember that promise he made to cook for you? every weekend without fail, since he usually wakes up before you, he makes you breakfast, leaves his home, and wakes you up with a little box of your favorites. the tradition never falters. every weekend you wake up to his beaming face with a steaming box of breakfast. husband material

suna rinatarō

with suna, you two briefly knew each other

you shared class with him, and sat quite near him so you were like sort of acquainted with each other. i feel like suna’s not too big on speaking with strangers not because he’s introverted but because he just doesn’t wanna waste his time

he does speak to you from time to time though, mainly just to ask about class or homework or exams

he didn’t know you were on the girl’s volleyball team though, so when you walked onto the bus, and he spotted you, he was really confused. when you spotted him back and waved at him with a bright smile his brain went uh oh

and then you walked closer to where he sat and his brain went UH OH

and then you asked to sit next to him because you’re all the girls are scattered everywhere and aside from them he’s the only one you know here so he just shrugs and goes yeah sure

his brain is going uhohuhohuhoh repeatedly though he’s just exceptionally good at not showing it

you don’t really talk as everyone settles down, each of you is busy looking down at your phones, but when the bus starts moving, suna takes out his headphones and

he offers one to you

vdhjsdshfkwhhesajkdhksf

ok im good

you’re a little taken aback but you accept. the entire ride you two don’t talk, you just listen to music together, and occasionally he hands you his phone to choose a song, and somehow, in the middle of all this, your head fell on his shoulder and his head rested on yours and it was really comfortable and good god does he have a crush on you

when you take out your phone and open instagram/snapchat and start messing with the filters, taking snaps of him and making faces with him, and he gets to hear and feel your little laughs he realizes yeah, maybe he does have a tiny crush on you

tiny

minuscule

you skip away from him after stepping off the bus with a yell of good luck. he makes time after his game to go watch yours and he is thoroughly impressed by your skill. decides maybe it is not as minuscule as he thought.

the boys are on the bus before the girls, so when you walk in, he waves you over and points at his headphones, which makes you laugh a little and rush over to him. this time, he doesn’t wait for the bus to start moving before he hands you one earbud, and just like before, your head rests on his shoulder throughout

middle of the ride, he opens the notes app, and types, ‘you’re really cute,’ while showing you the screen

you take the phone from him and type back, ‘you’re really pretty.’

and then a conversation carries like this until he just straight up goes, ‘wanna go out with me?’

this time, you don’t take the phone from him. instead, you sit up a little, press a kiss to his cheek and whisper, “yes.”

it only shocked him a little a lot

as soon as you’d said that, he relaxes a bit, and as you’re going to rest your head on his shoulder, he brings an arm around you, hugging you closer to him i am going to Scream

briefly: please, imagine just how encouraging it is for suna to see you in the stands at any of his games like it just gives him that necessary boost and whenever he wins he just cups your face and kisses you so passionately yet serenely and there’s that small smile hidden in the kiss only you can feel and tell of

or just imagine you and suna relaxing after a long day of practice in a bath together or you completely drained snuggled in bed as you lazily and sleepily pillow talk

or oh my god, suna coming before a game and helping you do your hair in a braid or anything that will keep it out of your face because he has a little sister and he’s just so good at it and all the girls are fawning over how he’s sitting on the bench with you kneeling between his legs and he’s just working diligently at your hair and once he’s done he just gives your head a little pat before leaning over and kissing your cheek like “all done babe good luck”

or suna watching smugly as you absolutely destroy your opponents or if you ever play with the boys how you never go easy on them and he just

heart eyes <3

end note; im sobbing im this 🤏🏼 close to losing my mind why are they not REAL

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osakunt · 3 years

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Could you do a fluff with a hint of angst Iwaizumi oneshot where he’s dating a 3rd year from Karasuno who’s the girl’s soccer captain and she’s close with the volleyball team so when Karasuno beats Seijoh, she comforts Iwaizumi and tells him she loves him despite Daichi having a crush on her?

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➟ 𝗜𝘄𝗮𝗶𝘇𝘂𝗺𝗶 𝘅 𝗙𝗲𝗺𝗮𝗹𝗲 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿

➟ 𝗢𝗳𝗰 𝗶 𝗰𝗮𝗻. 𝗻𝗴𝗹 𝗶 𝘁𝗲𝗮𝗿𝗲𝗱 𝘂𝗽 𝗮 𝗯𝗶𝘁 𝘄𝗵𝗶𝗹𝗲 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗮𝘀𝗸 𝗹𝗺𝗮𝗼 𝗜 𝗯𝗹𝗮𝗺𝗲 𝗶𝘁 𝗼𝗻 𝗺𝘆 𝗽𝗲𝗿𝗶𝗼𝗱. 𝗲𝗻𝗷𝗼𝘆, 𝗯𝗮𝗯𝗲𝘀 ♡

➟ 𝗪𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: 𝘁𝘆𝗽𝗼𝘀 𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲

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“(Y/N)!!!!!” Tanaka’s voice alerts the team that you had arrived to the gym. Suga runs your way jumping in you excited to see you after a week of you not showing up to the gym due to soccer practice and games taking up time after school.

Laughing along with him you wrestle him off you and Daichi approaches you and gives you a hand to help you up from the floor. “How’s your practice ? Heard that the you girls won three games last week. Talk about starting the season with a kick” his dad jokes make you cringe but laugh at his effort to going the extra mile with being nice.

“You doing anything on Tuesday ? We play Seijoh and-” As soon as you hear the school name you interrupt Daichi telling him all about your plan for that day. “ I heard !n I was actually going to go. I let the girls have the day off of practice so I’ll be able to go. I can cheer for you guys and all.” You say not me ruining your boyfriend and giving Daichi hope that you reciprocated his feelings for you.

“You’re just going because your boyfriend plays for Seijoh !! Don’t even try to be slick, ya hear !” Tanaka points at you and shouts like a bad mad making you blush. “Shut it baldy !!! I’ll always support you guys ni matter what”

“Did I hear that right ? Your….boyfriend plays for Seijoh ?” Daichi’s voice cracks a little at the word boyfriend but he finishes up with words trying to play off the hurt. “Oh yea, you guys know ‘im” you smile really hard waiting for one of the boys to say Hajime’s name.

“Is it that bastard Oikawa ?” Kageyama scowls

“The tall one with eyes who looks like he’s smoked for days” Nishinoya shouts out talking about Matsukawa.

“Hanamaki ?” Asashi whispers not too sure of his answer

“NOOOO IT’S IWAIZUMU” Hinata jumps up and down trying to get the rest of the guys attention

“He’s right. It’s the ace.” Suga backs up the younger boys answer. Daichi getting affirmation of who it was he deflated a little but smiles continuing to pretend like everything was alright. Looking at your watch you see the time and remember you had to meet up with Hajime. “Fuck- guys I’ll see y’all later, I have to go. I’ll be at the game Tuesday though. I have a good feeling you guys will win.” You wave at the team with a smile speed walking to the exit.

Getting to where you were to meet up with Hajime he receives you with a hug and kiss to your forehead. “Hey,doll. How was practice ?” “Good thanks, yours ?” “Shitty-kawa had the nerve to start bitching about something’s but it was good too”

You both walk towards your home. Practice let out late for you and Hajime didn’t want you walking home alone so he made for to walk you even if you said you’d walk with Hinata who lived close to where you lived. “What did I tell you ? That the boys volleyball team would be let out even more late than you. I can’t take the chances ,love” He reaches for your hand squeezing it lightly.

Once getting yo your house, Iwa hugs and kisses you plus greets your mom who opened the door for you. “Thanks for walking her home,hon” your mother hugs your boyfriend happy to know that you were in good hands with him. “ ah don’t worry about it. Coupon have her walking all alone at the hour.” He hugs back content with his actions. ▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂

Tuesday Afternoon

The crowd for Seijoh was loud. There was no doubt that they wanted them to win. In the other side was the crowd supporting Karauno, which was much smaller and where you were seated with one of your defenses on the team. “You think they can take this W ?” “Yea they’ve worked hard and have practiced twice as much. Not only that but they have Daichi leading them. They’ll be fine” you respond glancing at her with full seriousness.

“If you say so capt’n” the short haired girl sighs hoping your instincts were right.

The game starts and things start to get interesting. When the game you saw Karasuno ready to take the set your voice is was the other heard. “Oh shit - Oh shit…OH SHIITTTT” you get up from your seat and cheer watching the ball kiss the courts floor. You were happy to see that the boys you were good friends with won but also felt a sting with seeing Iwa and the others cry silently while they thank the people who came out to support.

Your heart squeezes seeing this and you just had to reach out and get to your boyfriend before anything. You could only imagine the hurt he felt after a loss of a game and how devastated he is at the moment.

“I’ll be back” you grab your belongings and let the smaller girl beside you know. “Wait where ya goin’ !!! I thought we were going to get buns after this ?!” “We are !! Give me a few minutes and I’ll meet you at the gym exit!” You yell half way gone. “Capt’n my ass. (Y/n) you just wanna see your Iwaizumi.” She grumbles really wanting that meat bun.

Making your own way to the outside of the locker room where the Karasuno boys were - you smile at them congratulating them with hugs and high- fives happy to know that their hard work paid off. “You guys did amazing here out there. And Daichi *chefs kiss* beautiful” you butter yo the captain making him blush. “Thank you for coming out (y/n) it means a lot to all of us” Asahi bends over in front of you making Yh shake your head “please no no no. It’s not a problem at all. I’m happy to come out and support you all when I can” you finish up congratulating them and say your byes then make your way to where Iwaizumi would probably be.

Getting told by Mattsun that Iwaizumi was still in the locker room you tell him if he could give you boyfriend a message. “Tell him I’ll be at the front. I’ll be waiting for him there wih another teammate of mine, thanks” “of course I will. How can I say no to such a cute face” Mattsun bends to your height and begins to pinch your cheeks teasingly without realizing that Iwa was making his way out the locker room.

“Ahem - mind telling me why you’re touching her cheeks ?”

“Cause Iwa, they’re soft~ oh wait yours are too” Matsukawa reaches for Iwaizumi’s cheeks but he dodges them quickly.

“Ah you’re no fun. I’ll see you tomorrow, till next time my dear (y/n) ~” the male continues to tease and sing song as he takes his leave.

Walking to where you teammate was you could feel the sad aura radiating off Iwa. Stopping to turn to him you express your arms which he gladly accepts and pulls you close to him, burying his face into your black club jacket. “You probably think I’m a loser now” he grumbles letting out a sigh.

“No, you big baby. I think you did everything you had and deserves kisses” you jut your lips up waiting for him to pull back and meet your lips with his. “You’re just sayin’ that cause you’re my girlfriend” his grin around your waist tightens. “Hajime,baby - My cute ace and cry baby. I’m saying this because you really did do everything in your power to win. You and the team. Things just didn’t go as planned wnd that’s okay”

Pulling back from the embrace he smiles and leans in to kiss your lips content with knowing that even if he lost, you’d be there to help him stay standing or even help him stand up. “I love you, Messi” with a short laugh at his joke you pull him in to you once again “I love you too”

As you two had your moment the Karasuno boys came out walking to get in the bus. The corner of his eye is what got Daichi’s attention. Seeing you hugged up with someone other than him made him sigh deeply hurt that you had been taken. “Cheer up captain. I know you like her but please don’t let this kill your spirit” Tanaka smacks Daichi’s back pushing him forward. “I should’ve ask her out sooner” Daichi whispers for only Tanaka to hear but the the other chaotic players heard - Suga and Nishinoya come in hugging Daichi trying to cheer him up with Tanaka.

Though you weren’t with him, he’d always cheer for your happiness, no matter what. Daichi was just that person to wish the best to anyone who was grand to him.

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gyusbambi · 4 years

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humph; han seojun (pt 4)

part 1, part 2, part 3, part 5

click here for humph masterlist!

story: frenemies to enemies to lovers, high school au

synopsis: seojun and you have known each other since kindergarten. you’re neighbors and even attended the same singing and piano classes. despite knowing each other for such a long time, you don’t enjoy spending time with seojun. even though you are aware of his unfairness, you keep spending time with him. when will you finally leave your childhood frenemy?

note: humph! is a story inspired by pentagon’s “humph! / 접근금지”. originally, this is a seungyeon fanfiction, which i posted on my wattpad. words: 3.8k

to claim that the cupid-team is surprised to witness han seojun getting along with his long term frenemy would be an absolute understatement. in fact, they seem completely and utterly dumbfounded as they watch you both laugh at a joke seojun pulled in the middle of the bus ride back home. needless to say, the childhood friends tease each other now and then like they’re used to it, this time without hurting any feelings. all of these observations, including the fact that you decided to sit next to each other in the bus, lead to several assumptions and without you knowing, rumors start to develop.

for whatever reason, neither you nor seojun are aware of the gossip regarding both of you. perhaps it’s thanks to kim chorong, who’s apparently really skilled at being inconspicuous.

it’s been one day since you arrived home and you find yourself sleeping in till two pm on a saturday.

seriously, you should fix your chaotic sleeping schedule.

when you finally leave your room to get some food into your stomach, dressed in your favorite hoodie and sweatpants, your mum and juyeong are already eating lunch. like expected, they give you a quick judging look without interrupting their conversation. while you’re putting some rice in a bowl they talk about juyeong’s crush on some girl. soon their conversation moves to something related to seojun, and that's when you suddenly pay attention instead of playing with the cold food on your plate.

"y/n, is seojun’s mother in a better condition now?"

instantly you look up to react to your mum’s question. instead of looking at you, she puts more vegetables on juyeong’s table,

"it's been a few days since i last visited her, maybe i should do it again soon. i really hope she gets better."

"what are you talking about?"

"seojun hyung's mum is in hospital." juyeong answers, his mouth stuffed with food while pushing the vegetables away with a scrunched face.

"what?"

"hasn't he told you about his mum? i thought you guys would tell each other everything." my mum questioned with a small pout forming on her lips, finally meeting your worried eyes.

"they broke up.", your annoying brother fails the attempt to whisper.

"we're not together!"

displeased, you hiss at your brother, voice getting higher.

"you guys act like a married couple sometimes. it's annoying."

"shut up!"

"both of you stop now." your mother sighs while her hands move in the air in attempt to stop you from attacking your own brother.

"seojun’s mum is seriously sick and i'm going to visit her tomorrow morning. y/n, maybe you should do too? or talk to him a little since he's probably not doing so well."

"i will."

feeling upset that you’re just finding out about seojun’s mother’s condition, you can’t stop thinking about it for the whole day. besides that, you are worried and consider visiting them the next day.

even though their house is quite near to yours, you have to go through the dangerous part of your quarter. as you make your way to the han’s, your hand moves to your right pocket to grab the pocketknife, which seojun gifted you in your freshman year of high school. for defense reasons, he said.

"you need to be careful when you're walking down this street. here, have this."

however, instead of seeing a group of dangerous men, you spot han seojun himself, walking towards your direction with hands in his pocket. thinking of a casual way of greeting him, you clear your throat before taking a few steps forwards in order to greet him,

"hey!”

"hey, what are you doing here?"

surprised to see you in this area, seojun raises his eyebrows.

"well, i actually wanted to visit- what the hell happened to your face?"

rapidly, you interrupt yourself when the boy is finally close enough for you to spot the multiple bruises on his pale skin. this causes you take a few steps forward and reach for his cheek instantly, worry written all over your face.

he looks horrible. bruises all over his face, lip bleeding, knuckles visibly red.

seojun catches glimpse of your worried eyes and feels embarrassed for you to find him at this state. instead of making the attempt to explain the situation, he grabs your hand which rests on his cheek. the touch of your warm and soft hand causes a pressure building in this chest. seojun doesn’t dare to take his eyes off of yours.

suddenly your cheeks feel like they’re turning into the shade of a tomato. besides that, your heart starts acting all weird when you catch glimpse of his intense eyes.

"what happened?" you question once again, this time with even more concern.

"it's not important-"

"did you get into a fight?"

"that bastard lee seungyong was getting on my nerves again, it's not important." he sighs after running his hand through his hair.

"alright. come on, we need to clean those bruises before they get worse." you mutter after grabbing his right arm and pulling him towards your house.

seojun hisses with a painful expression as you attempt to clean the awful wounds on his cheeks. with a concentrated look crossing over your face, you focus on the terrible cut. however, you impatiently drop your hand on your lap when seojun can’t seem to stop moving, an annoyed sigh followed after.

“could you stop moving the whole time? i’m trying to do something here.”,

positioning yourself closer to the boy sitting on the edge of your bed, you’re ready to treat his wounds for the third time. seojun only grins playfully despite the painful bruises,

“look at you acting like a doctor.”

ignoring his comment, you raise your hand once again to reach for his chin. fingers brushing on his skin, you are able to focus. this time seojun doesn’t flinch. quite the contrary, he’s like frozen on spot. the only thing he seems to be able to focus on are your features.

nothing but silence dominates your room as you decide to clean the cut on his bottom lip. you fingers brushing over his soft lip, eyes completely focused on them, the poor boy’s heart is about to explode in front of you. he internally thanks to god that you don’t notice his chest rising up and down or his ears turning into a darker shade of red. breath taken away, his eyes linger on your lips, blinking frequently.

yet, his relief only lasts for a couple seconds when the silence eventually makes you look up to seojun, only to find him already staring at you, eyes gazing at your lips.

not aware of your slightly surprised eyes, he continues staring. clearly, your bodies are almost attached to each other. not to mention, you leaned in a little earlier, grip on his shoulder to prevent him from moving. the young boy practically prays that you won’t hear his heart racing in his chest.

aren’t you even a little nervous? it almost makes him annoyed how the closeness doesn’t seem to bother you at all.

little does he know that you feel the exact same way. in fact, you’re so bothered by the butterflies in your stomach that you suddenly wish that he would just continue making dumb jokes or rude comments.

pulling your hand away from his shoulder in a swift move, you blink. still, you’re not able to look away which seems so stupid and unbelievably odd.

seconds after you catch glimpse of his hand getting closer to yours but that isn’t enough for you to look away.

why would someone look attractive with a beaten face? that doesn't make any sense.

seeing him in this state, bruises, messy hair, intense gaze, flushed face, makes you want to hug him, ask him what was wrong, tell him you were here for him.

however, right when you think he is going to say something or reach for your hand and hold it...

"guess who just ate two big delicious menus-"

juyeong.

the second your brother lays eyes on seojun sitting super close to you, his eyes widen in horror.

"o-oh adult business, i get it. i'll leave now. bye, hyung!"

yet, of course, before leaving your room he doesn’t miss the chance to make gagging noises.

"and y/n, sadly, there wasn't enough food for you."

his fake pout makes you want to throw your slipper at him but you just close your eyes for a second and exhale, trying to remain calm.

seojun only chuckles with amusement.

"mum! y/n and seojun hyung are a couple again. can she move out now?"

juyeong’s annoying voice can be heard all the way too my room. embarrassed, you glance at seojun, who is obviously trying to hold in his laugh.

"i'm sorry for my brother."

"you don't need to be."

"a-anyways, are you better now? i mean your bruises?" you stammer while pointing at his face, wanting to ignore what just happened.

"yeah, a lot better. thank you."

he trails off, eyes darting through the room,

"i-i should probably leave now."

right, your stupid self forgot to ask him about his mum.

"i heard about your mum. i hope she's doing better?"

“thankfully, she is. it's a little difficult for us but we’re going through this."

“hopefully she’ll feel better soon. i’m sure you’re taking good care of her,”

you’re always like that. caring about others more than yourself.

“if you need anything, i’m here.”

he smiles genuinely, “thank you.“

and that's when he leaves.

the sun shines outside the next day. but instead of going out and enjoying the nice weather like other normal people, you lay on your bed while thinking about the previous day. strangely, you couldn’t stop thinking about the way seojun made you feel.

why did your heart race? why were you left speechless?

in the corner of your mind, there’s been an explanation for your weird feelings for your childhood friend. although, you’ve always tried to ignore it and distract yourself.

but now, thinking about all the times seojun made your heart flutter, it just made sense.

you like him.

“no!”

with widen eyes you swiftly stand up, not believing yourself.

it couldn’t be, right? everyone feels this way to their friend at some point of their friendship, no?

but the thing is: you’ve been feeling like this the whole time.

letting yourself fall on your bed, you scream into your pillow.

you like han seojun.

and there’s no way your former frenemy likes you back.

it’s another school morning as you walk into your class. this time however, you’re nervous to enter the room. after all, you’ll have to be around the one person you now feel nervous talking to. what if he notices your odd behavior. praying that he won’t approach you in a way that made your heart flutter, you eventually enter the classroom.

however, it seems like the universe is making fun of you when you’re met with something hundred times worse the moment you step into the room. instantly, all eyes land on you and all you hear are cheers and screams from your classmates,

“congratulations on dating, y/n and seojun!”

“you’re so cute together!”

“y/n and seojun sitting on a tree!”

at the sight of chorong and his group wearing t-shirts with your shipname printed on them, your eyes widen in horror. they think you’re dating han seojun?!

“why didn’t you tell me anything? i’m your close friend after all!”

sua pouts, hitting your arm playfully while your eyes are still glued on the ridiculous t-shirts.

“is it true, y/n?”,

from the corner of your eye you see soojin giving you a teasing smile.

“listen, guys. there has been a huge misunderstanding.”,

when you can finally focus on your friends, who surround you with curious looks, han seojun enters the classroom, completely unaware of what’s happening right now.

the young boy frowns at chorong after setting his bag on his table. yet soon his confused face changes to a shocked one, as he eventually notices the t-shirts, everyone congratulating him with cheerful laughter.

turning his head to you, he notices your helpless look while you tilt your head to the side. totally surprised by everything, seojun has no clue how to act at the beginning.

finally, both of you manage to stand in front of the class, facing your classmates as they continue asking several questions,

“since when have you been dating?”

“no way! did anything happen during the school trip?”

“tell us the truth!”

frustrated, you move your hands in the air, trying to speak with a loud tone so that everyone can understand you,

“i don’t know how you came up with this rumor but seojun and me are only friends, okay?”

hearing your statement, everyone groans at the same time, not believing you at all,

“it’s so obvious! just tell us the truth.”

letting out a sigh, you turn your head to face seojun with an annoyed look,

“could you at least say something?”

however, seojun only raises his eyebrows before taking his hands out of his pockets,

“would you hate it that much?”

his sentence makes you frown and multiple questions appear in your head. not quite understanding his point, you continue staring at him with furrowed eyebrows before he finally slams his hand on the desk in front of him, catching everyone’s attention,

“you guys better stop spreading all those rumors around. she’s only my friend...,”

disappointed, many students groan before going back to their seats while others still don’t seem to believe seojun and shake their heads in denial.

seojun bends down to your height so that his face is only a few inches apart from yours before whispering with one eyebrow raised,

“...right?”

nervously you blink, sadness starting to grow inside you after hearing his words. of course, he only considers you as his friend. there’s no way he would see you as something more.

friday nights are always the same for you: watching your current favorite tv show while snacking on whatever you have at home. whereas other people from your grade probably club somewhere.

that night your phone rings and an unknown number appears on the screen. thinking it’s a stupid prank, you pick it up with an annoyed sigh.

"hello?"

"hello. is this y/n?"

"yes. who am i talking to?"

there is a short silence before the unknown person starts talking again,

"look, i work at this club near your neighborhood and this dude randomly passed out here. i found your number on his phone so i thought of calling you. can you maybe come and get him? he's seriously wasted a– dude, what the hell, stop spilling all the drinks!"

"i'm sorry but who are you talking about?"

you heard the unknown man mumble before answering, "seojung? seung- seojun?"

"han seojun?"

"yes! that's his name."

a short silence takes over when you sit up in shock.

"so, are you coming?"

you sigh before replying, "i need the adress.”

the moment you enter that club, you want to return to your house. many people dance on the dance floor, totally wasted. everyone is pressing their bodies against each other's. the loud music makes you feel even more uncomfortable. you look around and let out a relieved sigh when you find a bartender with a phone on his hand.

"hello, i'm here for seojun. the guy who–"

"hey, finally! he's right here."

you follow the man to the other side of the club, where people are sitting on the couches and drinks were sold every minute. it doesn’t take you long to spot seojun sitting on the couch. his eyes are closed but his head is swinging from left to right. you can’t believe your eyes. you’re pretty sure you haven’t seen him in a state like this ever before.

"don't worry. your boyfriend didn't hook up with anyone." the bartender next to you said.

"he's not my boyfriend."

"what are you then?"

"i'm his..." you trail off before answering,

"neighbor! i’m his neighbor!"

seojun shouldn't know that you came to pick him up at this time.

without waiting any longer, you help seojun getting up and wrap his arm around your shoulder. before leaving the club, the bartender reaches you seojun’s phone and makes sure to call a taxi. after thanking him you leave with seojun’s heavy body.

while waiting for the taxi to arrive, seojun keeps rambling stupid things you can’t understand. it’s getting harder for you to stand with him by yourself every minute, so you decide to sit on the bench with him, which is a couple steps away from the bus station.

you let out an exhausted sigh after sitting down and then turn your head towards him. suddenly you grab his face and make him look at you. he smiles like an idiot after you brush his bangs away from his forehead. his cheeks are extremely red, his lips pouting slightly and his eyes struggling not to close. your cold hands hold his warm, soft cheeks while you analyze his expressions. you have to admit: seojun looks cute.

after a few seconds he suddenly frowns. he narrows his eyes and tilts his head to the side slightly, looks you up and down considerately before asking,

"who are you?"

“you don't know who i am?"

"hmmm..." he rubs his chin carefully, acting like he’s solving a mystery,

"no."

"good."

"you're telling me that that's fine?" seojun giggles and covers his mouth.

"yes, absolutely."

"alright! i'm han seojun. who are you?" he stretches his hand out for you to shake.

"does that matter?”

“of course! who are you, young lady?”

"that's not important right now. what matters is that you're extremely drunk. what were you doing here?"

"you're rude!" he pouts and crosses his arms,

"you won't even tell me your name."

"why are you acting so childish?"

"i-i don't know."

"never mind. that's fine."

"really?!"

"yeah, you're good."

you notice how his lips form a small smile,

"you're nice and then rude and then nice and then- you remind me of someone you know?"

yes, that's you.

"my friend y/n."

"oh, really?" you sarcastically laugh.

"yeah! she's like you. but prettier. like so much prettier. she’s pretty."

"that doesn't even make sense."

"huh?" seojun asks confused.

oh no, why do you have to be so cute.

"actually, it’s hard for me to be her friend." suddenly he’s all sad,

"sometimes i cross the line and don’t know my limits. but she's so dumb and stubborn!"

"and why is that?” frowning, you cross your arms in front of your chest, waiting for his response.

he only sighs with tiredness, "never mind–"

and then he falls asleep on your shoulder.

finally you arrive at seojun’s house and fortunately all the lights are out. with his heavy body pressing to your small one, you struggle to carry him up the stairs. quietly, the door is opened by you before seojun falls into his bed. your head starts hurting, which makes you sit down next to him and massage your temples. however, you help seojun standing up and carry him to the bathroom carefully, in order to wash his face. he lets you take off his jacket and his shoes. finally he lays down on his back, with his face facing the ceiling.

"don't lie on your back." you demand.

"hm?" seojun’s eyes are firmly closed when he mutters with tiredness.

"lie on your side." you pull his body to the side, so that he could face you.

definitely, his facials expressions change. his lips are no longer pouted, his eyes extremely tired, his cheeks pale. from analyzing his face once again, you fail to notice him staring at you with his eyebrows drawn together. soon his confused expression changes to a sad one when you cover his body with his bed sheets.

"i'm sorry." seojun mutters suddenly. you expect him to continue, as he grabs both of your hands and slightly pulls you closer to him. a shiver goes down your spine.

"y/n, you deserve better."

he knows it’s you?

"i know i treated badly but i need you."

his eyes are barely opened, his words barely understandable. your hands start shivering as his grip tightens.

"i-i should go."

"no! please stay here." he rambles drunkly.

you decide to stay a little longer, just until he would fall asleep and hopefully forget everything that has happened this night.

“i mi..."

you aren’t able to understand his quiet mumbling, so you lean in a little,

“what did you say?"

“i miss y/n."

silence takes over the room before you finally reply,

“i missed you too, seojun-ah.”

your words make him open his eyes immediately. with a surprised face he tilts his head slightly and narrows his eyes,

"y/n?"

instead of saying anything, you hold his hand while he’s still questioning your identity. all of the sudden his hands leave yours to grab your face. without waiting too long he pulls your face closer to his. instantly, your eyes widen when you notice the small gap between your noses. intensively, he looks into your eyes. so many emotions can be read from his look, yet you can’t figure out what he‘s feeling exactly. they have the most beautiful brown color you have ever seen. so deep, that you could get lost in them. only seconds pass, but it still feels like you were staring at each other for an eternity. you can even feel his soft breath on your face, which causes your ears to turn a dark shade of crimson.

seojun then glances at your lips before looking back into your eyes again. without waiting any longer he presses your lips together, one hand holding your cheek while the other grabs your waist. you let out a small gasp, your eyes remain closed, your whole body frozen. is this really happening?

when you’re finally able to kiss him back and hold firmly into his shoulders, he tilts your head, deepening the kiss. you feel your heart beating thousand times faster, almost exploding in your chest, as his soft lips press against yours. your face is glowing when you eventually wrap your arms around his neck to pull him closer, unable to resist the warm feeling. without doubt, you are sure that you've never felt something like this before.

seojun slowly pulls back when he feels your fingers softly tugging at his hair, leaving a small gap between your lips. you feel his breath on your face when he hums something before his lips meet yours for the second time, not giving you enough time to open your eyes,

“hmm, strawberries.”

feeling his lips forming a small smile, your heart is about to explode in your chest. seojun was insanly drunk but clearly enjoys the taste of strawberry lip balm, brushing his thumb over your cheek softly.

soon you break the kiss only to find seojun falling asleep on his bed seconds later. not believing what just happened you stare at him, admiring his features before panic takes over you and you rush out of his house.

would he remember any of this tomorrow?

to be continued...

(p.s: sorry for making you wait for so long🥺)

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Pairing: Shy!Peter Parker x Reader

Request by @satanswitchings : reader asks a very shy Peter to help her with her math homework. They become close, but Peters feelings get hurt when reader won’t admit they’re friends in school

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“Hey, wait up.”

Peter stopped in his tracks when he heard your voice from behind him in the hallway. He turned around slowly just as you caught up to him. You gave him your million dollar smile and ran your fingers through your hair, knowing exactly what you were doing.

“It’s Peter, right?” You asked, but you knew the answer. He’d sat in front of you in math half the year and though he never raised his Ahmed or participated in class, he aced every test. The same, however, could not be said for you.

Peter gulped and nodded rapidly, not trusting his voice enough to speak.

“Cool.” You smiled. “So, I have no idea what we just learned. I paid attention and took notes but it still doesn’t make sense to me. I um, I saw you got a 100 on the test. Are you good at math?”

It took Peter a minute to process what you had even said. He was focusing so hard on listening that he didn’t listen at all. He blinked a few times and forced himself to nod, internally kicking himself for being too shy to speak.

“Well, I’m not. Like, at all.” You sighed and shifted your books in your arms. Peter’s eyes clocked the math test on top of your notebook with a failing grade. “I was wondering if you could help me out with the homework? Logarithms for right over my head.”

Peter made sure to listen this time and wordlessly took off his backpack. He went into his red math folder, because math is red, and handing you his completed homework. Your eyes widened in surprise at how easy it was to get it as you looked over the sheet.

“Oh, thanks. I’ll see you-“ You looked up to thank him but he was already gone.

“-later. What a little weirdo.” You chuckled to yourself and put his homework in your folder.

“Who was that?” Your friend Gwen came up to you to ask as she squinted her eyes in Peters direction.

“I don’t know. Some boy in my math class.” You lied. “He gave me his homework though.”

“Nice. I love getting nerds to help me.” She nudged you teasingly with her elbow.

“You’re such a bitch. I love it.” You teased her back as you walked to your next class.

You were walking by the library the next morning when you spotted Peter inside, sitting alone at a table. You went in and took the seat across from him, chuckling a little as he slowly looked up at you in disbelief. A blush spread from the bridge of his nose all the way down his neck as you smiled at him.

“Hey. Thanks for letting me copy it.” You greeted him as you gave him back his math work.

“N-no problem.” He stammered, not looking at you as he put in back in his folder.

“Ahh. So you do speak.” You commented, pleasantly surprised to hear his voice for the first time. He gave you a weak smile and quickly looked away, eyes going back to his Spanish homework. You noticed what he was doing and furrowed your eyebrows. His homework was barely done and it was due later that day. You knew because you were in the same class and breezed through it the night before.

“Is that for Señor Kuhn’s class?” You nodded towards his paper. He looked at you quickly and nodded as he toyed with the cap of his pen.

“You know it’s due today, right?” You asked just to make sure he knew.

“Spanish isn’t my speciality.” He said softly as he brushed some hair out of his eyes.

“Really?” You wondered. “I thought everything was your specialty.”

You knew Peter was a smart kid, some might even call him one of the schools nerds. It surprised you to hear he also struggled with schoolwork.

“I, um, can’t really figure things out without an equation.” He was barely audible but you still heard him. He was painfully shy, and that made him all the more endearing to you.

“Well, Spanish is kinda like an equation.” You told him. “You add the subject to the verb to get the conjugate. Like, this is your homework and you didn’t do it. No hiciste la tarea. I did do the homework. Hice la tarea. Does that make sense?”

“Yeah.” He smiled a little. “Kinda.”

“Here.” You took out your Spanish homework and handed it to him. “You can copy mine. I owe you one for the math homework.”

“Thanks.” He didn’t look at you as he accepted the paper, but his tone told you he was grateful.

“You can look at me, you know.” You chuckled. “You won’t turn to stone or anything.”

Peter’s face flamed red again as you acknowledged his shyness. As much as he wanted to talk to you, he didn’t know how. The words came to mind but died in his throat, leaving him speechless.

“You don’t talk much, do you?” You asked softly, but not meanly. Peter shook his head as he slowly looked at you, a sheepish look on his face.

“Not really.” He mumbled.

“Thats okay.” You shrugged. Talkings overrated. I’ll, uh, I’ll see you around?”

Peter nodded eagerly at you as you stood up from the chair. You waved at him, and he weakly waved back. As soon as you were out of sight, he banged his head on the desk a few times out of embarrassment. The girl he’s been crushing on since third grade had finally noticed him and he couldn’t hold it together long enough to speak to her. He picked his head up and sighed, eyes flickering over to your Spanish homework. He smiled a little at your unmistakable handwriting before picking up the paper and copying the answers down.

This was the first of my many homework trade offs. He’d give you the math homework and you’d give him the Spanish, an arrangement that benefited the both of you.

“Peter.” You came up to him the following week. “Did you happen to do the math homework last night? I got up to number 7 and my mind shut down. It was totally lost on me.”

Peter silently handed it to you, already having it ready since he knew he’d run into you between classes.

“Thank you so much.” You sighed in relief. “I have the spanish, if you need it.”

“Thanks.” Peter mumbled as he took the Spanish from you. “Bye.”

“Bye.” You called after him, but he had already run away.

He came to your locker the next morning with the math homework in his hand, wordlessly holding it out to you.

“Oh my God, thanks.” You took it and slipped it into your folder. “Stay here, I’ll get the Spanish.”

Peter stood there in silence as you began to rummage through your locker. He peered inside, smiling to himself at all the pictures of you and your many friends you had hanging up. Your lives couldn’t be more different, but this single thread tied you together.

“Are you on the Decathlon team?” You asked suddenly as you took out your Spanish folder. Peters face flushed as he nodded, too shy to speak. You got the homework out but didn’t give it to him just yet, knowing he’d run away once you did.

“Is it fun?” You asked. “I almost signed up freshman year until I found out you have to take a bus all the way to Washington DC every year. I get crazy motion sickness.”

“It’s fun. I- I like it.” He stammered, surprised at you making small talk with him. Though you’d never admit it to your friends, you liked Peter. You liked him a lot, in fact. He was far better than the jocks you had pinning after you. You appreciated his help with homework, but you wanted more from him. Despite his obvious shyness, you were determined to get a conversation out of him.

“That’s cool. Do you do any other clubs?” You kept the conversation going just to keep him there.

“Marching band and robotics.” He told you, speaking a little louder now.

“Wow. So you’re like a total nerd, huh?” You joked as you shut your locker. Peter opened his mouth to speak, but no words came out. His ears turned pink as he struggled to talk to you.

“Relax. I’m just teasing.” You assured him as you squeezed his arm. “I think robotics are cool. Have you built one yet?”

“I’ve built a few.” He nodded. “It’s probably not the kind of robots you’re thinking of, though. It’s mostly machines that can complete basic tasks.”

“That’s the most I’ve ever heard you speak at once.” You smiled happily. “Here’s the Spanish.”

“Thank you.” He mumbled through a smile as he took it. “Uh, I’ll see you later. Bye.”

And with that, Peter bolted away without another word. You laughed to yourself at his odd behavior before one of your friends came up to you.

“Hey girl.” She greeted. “Who was that?”

“No one.” You lied again, wondering briefly why you even did it. “Let’s go to homeroom.”

In a slight change of events, Peter was the one to approach you the following week. He spotted you in the library and had every intention of minding his own business when he realized you were crying. He couldn’t be totally sure because you had your hands over your face, but your body language told him you were very upset. He took a deep breath and smacked himself on the cheek before walking up to your table.

“Hey.” He said softly, startling you a little as you looked up. You quickly wiped your face free of tears and gave a weak smile, gesturing for him to sit down.

“Hi.” You nodded, averting your eyes so he couldn’t tell how glassy they were.

“You okay?” He asked as he slid a packet of tissues towards you. You laughed sadly as you accepted the packet, quickly taking one out to dry your eyes.

“This is so embarrassing.” You sniffled. “I cannot understand this math for the life of me. You know I got a 67 on the last test? I’m gonna fail this class.”

“You won’t fail.” Peter assured you. “You just need to practice.”

“I try to but I get frustrated when I can’t understand the problem and then I stop. How is it so easy for you?” You asked desperately.

“The same way Spanish is easy for you.” He said. “Different people have different skills.”

“But math is a basic skill that we learned when we were five. The teacher told me if I fail one more test, I’m gonna go to summer school. I’m so stupid.” Yoh began to cry again, turning your face so he wouldn’t see. Peter felt a strong urge to walk away due to his inter hatred of awkward situations, but he felt a stronger urge to comfort you. He got out of his seat and took the one beside you instead, placing a gentle hand over yours. You turned your head sharply in his direction at the unexpected contact, eyes flickering from your hands to his face.

“You’re not stupid.” He said at the loudest you ever heard him.

“Then why can’t I get this?” You whispered.

“Um, I…I don’t…” Peter struggled to find the words to say to make you feel better. He frowned and shook his head, cursing himself for being shy.

“It’s okay, Peter.” You said suddenly. “I shouldn’t even be talking to you about this. I’m sure you have your own things to deal with, you don’t need me to burden you with mine.”

“You’re not being a burden.” He found the words this time. “Doing the homework is what helps me remember how to solve the equations. Since you’re just copying my work, you’re not getting the extra practice.”

“You’re probably right. Actually, I bet you’re exactly right.” You sighed as you looked down at the math you’d been trying to figure out for the last hour. You chewed your bottom lip as you through about what he said and came up with a solution.

“Could I get your number?” You asked him. “Maybe it’ll help me if you explain the homework to me instead of just giving me the answers.”

“Oh, sure.” Peter gulped nervously as he took out his phone, handing it to you with shaking hands. You typed your number into it, smirking at his Lock Screen, a picture of him and Mr. Stark.

“Cute background.” You mumbled as you handed his phone back. “You can put your number into mine as well. I have a feeling you’re not one for texting first.”

“That’s, um, that’s true.” He laughed shyly as he put his number in your phone. “You may be struggling with math, but you’re excellent at reading people.”

“I do my best.” You shrugged. “I’ll talk to you later, Peter.”

Just as you promised, a text from you appeared on Peters screen later that evening.

“Hey Peter. It’s Y/n.”

Peter gulped nervously and picked up his phone, thumbs dancing over his keyboard as he thought of a response.

“Hi. Need help with math?” He texted back.

“Eager to get started I see. We could talk first, you know.” You teased him, hoping he would get your sarcasm through the text.

“About what?” He asked, having literally no idea what a girl like you would possibly want to talk about with a boy like him.

“Idk. Our days, the weather, the fictional character from our childhood that we projected on. Whatever you want to talk about.” You sent, making him laugh.

“I have nothing to say.” He wrote back. He knew it sounded lame, but he was being honest.

“Then I’ll start. What’s your favorite fruit?” You texted. The random quetsion made him chuckled as he rolled over and hugged his pillow.

“Strawberries.” He answered back.

“This is the part where you ask me what my favorite fruit is. That’s how a conversation works.” You wrote, poking fun at him once again.

“I’m not good at conversations.” He reminded you, a cheeky smile on his face.

“So I see. Come on, Peter. Let me pick that pretty little brain of yours.”

Peter rubbed his face as he grinned, blushing over you once again.

“I already told you I like strawberries. Idk what else I can say. That’s basically my whole personality right there.” He texted you, letting a little bit of his personally shine through.

“Hark! 😳Is that a sense of humor? You’re three dimensional after all” You wrote back.

“I have a glimmer of a personality every now and then” He laughed as his own joke as he texted you.

“I’m shocked. I thought you were just the token cute but shy background character that gets his arc in the third season” You sent. Peter let out a shaky breath when he read that you called him cute. If he didn’t know any better, he’d think you were flirting.

“Oh I’m much more. I only think about the way I said “here” during attendance for HALF the day now. Used to be much longer 😏”

You laughed out loud when you read his text, loving that he was finally showing you his personality.

“Say less 🙈😍” You texted back.

“Sometimes I hold eye contact when I’m really feeling wild” He wrote you.

“BABY stop you’re turning me on”

“One time I coughed in class instead of holding it in even though I already coughed a few minutes before” Peter was feeling much more comfortable with you now, your reaction to his texts giving him the confidence to go on.

“You’re such a bad boy 🥵 Do you ever ask to go to the bathroom during class?”

“Never 😉” He sent, making you giggle.

“That’s so hot 🥴” You texted him, imagining the blush it would put on his face.

“I’m glad you think so. I’m just a little 👉👈”

You sat up in bed and laughed loudly, falling in love with him with every text. It’s always the people you don’t expect who make you smile the most.

“BAHHAA I cannot believe you. You should talk more!! You’re actually really funny” You texted him, hoping he would listen. If he had been this open in school, you would’ve noticed him years ago.

“You mean I’m not just a pretty face? 😔🥺” He stole your joke from before. It was a minute before you answered, his heart pounding as he waited.

“You’re that too” You finally said, making him smile.

“Don’t get used to this.” He told you. “It’s a lot easier to talk over text. It may be months before I make eye contact with you”

“Well lucky for you I’m a patient person”

“Are you ready to do the math now?” He asked, feeling his social better beginning to drain.

“Yes I’ve gotten my Peter fill. Can we FaceTime?” You asked and his heart skipped a beat. Not knowing what to say, he turned to humor.

“Sure but I’ll only show my ceiling and barely speak 🥰” He wrote. You let out a breathy laugh and shook your head at his antics.

“That’s okay.” You sent. “I’m calling you now”

Peter sat up in bed and swiped his hands through his hair to tame it before your contact lit up on his screen. He took a deep breath before clicking the answer button.

“Hey. What are you doing?” Your smile appeared on his screen. Your phone was propped up against something as you sat at your desk, homework all out in front of you. A smile tugged at Peter’s lips as he saw a glimpse into your room, and you think thinking the exact same thing. Your walls were full of pictures of friends and his were full of decathlon posters. They were different, but different was okay.

“I’m just laying in bed.” Peter told you. Only his eyes could be seen from his camera and as promised, you were looking at his ceiling.

“Aw. Without me?” You teased and shot him a wink. Peter’s face flamed red before he disappeared from your screen all together. You let out a laugh at the surprised squeak he made as he struggled to find words to say.

“Wait, come back.” You chuckled. “It’s so fun to flirt with you because of how red you get but I genuinely fear you’re gonna have a heart attack. Does your family have a history of heart problems?”

“No.” He answered your joke question seriously.

“Okay.” You nodded in satisfaction. “Then you looked really cute today.”

Peter’s face left the screen again but you heard him let out a flustered laugh, which made you laugh as well.

“Let me see your face.” You whined as you leaned your cheek on your hand.

“No.” Peter laughed. “Open your textbook to page 56. There’s a good practice test I want you to do.”

“Okay, I see it.” You found the page and looked over the question. “How do you do number one?”

Your face timing sessions became a nightly routine as you tutored each other in your respective subjects. Peter eventually worked up the courage to ask you to come over to study for midterms, which you gladly accepted. Even after you got an 81 on the midterm, you continued to go to his house twice a week for studying. Two months later, he had become one of your best friends, even if he was still a little shy around you.

“I think of it as BAE.” Peter explained, lying on his stomach beside you on his bed. “Base, answer, exponent. Do you want to try this one?”

“Okay.” You nodded and took the pencil from him. “The base is 2. The answer is 8. And the exponent is 3?”

“That’s right.” Peter smiled but didn’t look at you. “You got it.”

“Finally.” You sighed in relief. “Do you think I’ll be ready for the test on Friday?”

“I think so.” He nodded as he wrote down another problem.

“I think so?” I need to hear your confidence, Peter.” You urged as you nudged him with your elbow.

“Fine.” He spoke up. “You’re going to ace this test, I know it. You are going to ace this test because you are smart and capable and I’m so proud of you.”

A shocked smile lit up your face at Peter’s words of encouragement.

“Wow. That was almost a normal volume. I’m impressed.” You remarked.

“Shut up.” He mumbled through a laugh as he went back to his equation.

“Sorry. I’m just teasing.” You assured him. “You can speak at whatever volume you want.”

Peter looked up from his notebook and smiled softly at you, holding your gaze for a moment before returning to his work.

“Hey.” You smiled in realization.

“What?” He wondered.

“You looked at me.”

“I always look at you.”

“Yeah, but you held eye contact with me.” You gushed. “You don’t normally do that.”

“I guess I’m getting more comfortable around you.” He shrugged bashfully as he averted his eyes. You knew he was getting overwhelmed, so you didn’t push the subject. It still meant the world to you, though, as he was finally coming out of his shell.

“Good.” You mumbled. “Good, I’m glad.”

Peter looked at you again with a shy smile, and you looked back. As you stared at each other, you saw his eyes drop to your lips before returning to your eyes. You picked up his signal and leaned in a little, but he quickly looked down and away. You pulled your bottom lip between your teeth and cleared your throat to hide your disappointment from him.

“Um, so do you want to start Spanish?” You suggested, not wanting to spend another minute in that moment.

“Y-yeah.” He stammered. “Let’s start Spanish.”

You walked into school the next day with a heavy heart after Peter rejected you. Being in the popular crowd, you were usually the one doing the rejecting. You had always assumed Peter wasn’t making the first move because he was shy, but now you knew it was because he didn’t feel the same. Your friends were already waiting for you at your locker, so you painted on a smile and let it go.

Peter spotted you at your locker and could immediately tell something was off. He knew you well enough to know when your smile was forced and he was a sneaking suspicion that he was the reason why. He hadn’t meant to dodge your kiss the night before. He wasn’t even entirely sure you were leaning in for one, which is why he short circuited and pulled away. He’d been beating himself up over it but had an idea of how to make it right. You were always encouraging him to be bolder in school, and he couldn’t think of anything bolder than walking up to you while you were with the popular kids. Before he could lose his nerve, he walked up to you and cleared his throat.

“Hi, Y/n.” He said a little louder than he was used to, surprising the both of you.

“Uh, hi Peter.” You looked at him briefly and quickly looked back at your friends. You couldn’t hear what they were saying anymore because of the range of emotions you were going through. You were frankly a little pissed at Peter for pulling away from the kiss, but you were also proud of him for having the courage to come up to you at school. That pride was currently being overshadowed by embarrassment as your friends gave you strange looks for talking to him. On any other day, you would’ve been happy to talk to him in public. But him pulling away from your kiss and then talking to you was sending you mixed signals that frustrated you to the point where you didn’t even want to speak to him.

“Um, do you think we could meet an hour later that usual today?” He asked sheepishly. “I have a feeling band practice is gonna run late.”

Your friends looked at you in amusement and one of them made kissy faces in your direction. Your face heated up in embarrassment and you decided you needed to get rid of Peter as quickly as possible.

“Sure. Whatever, that’s fine.” You said quickly, hoping he’d get the message and leave.

“Did have any trouble with the practice problems I gave you?” He asked and your jaw almost dropped. Your friends raised their eyebrows at you, looking for answers you didn’t want to give them.

“No.” You stated bitterly.

“Practice problems?” Gwen snickered and looked at you questioningly.

“It’s nothing.” You assured her before looking at Peter. “Is there something else you needed?”

“No.” He said, shocked by your bitter tone. “I’ll see you later.”

“Yeah.” You nodded vaguely and turned back to your conversation. Peter took that as his cue to leave and began to wonder if the way he was feeling was how he had made you feel the night before. If it was, he understood why you didn’t want to talk to him.

“What was that?” Your friend laughed tauntingly, making the rest of the group laugh as well.

“Nothing.” You dismissed quickly. “Let’s just go to class.”

Peter was already waiting for you in your room when you got home, the sight of him making you let out an angry huff.

“What was that?” You demanded with your hands on your hips.

“What?” Peter asked curiously as he looked up from him his notebook.

“This morning. You totally embarrassed me in front of my friends.” You whined.

“How did I embarrass you? All I did was talk to you.” He pointed out, hurt evident in his voice.

“Yes, and that’s how you embarrassed me.” You stated. “They don’t need to know that you and I are hanging out all the time and they certainly didn’t need to know that you’re giving me practice problems. Now they’re gonna think I’m stupid.”

“You’re not stupid for needing help.” He said quietly.

“But they don’t get that. I never wanted them to know about this, or us, or any of it.” You explained. “What you and I do in private is between us. You can’t just come up to me and act like…”

“Like we’re friends?” He finished your sentence as he stood up from your bed. Your face fell when you realized how bad it sounded. The hurt look on your best friends face, a look you put there, made your anger evaporate. You realized almost immediately that you were in the wrong and shouldn’t be scolding him.

“Peter, please don’t do this. You know I care about you. Love you, even.” You walked to him and put your hands on his shoulders. “You’re my best friend within these four walls. But when we’re at school, people expect me to be friends with girls like Gwen and boys like Flash. People like you and me don’t really hang out, you know?”

“And I expect you to be kind.” He snapped as he pushed your hands off. “Should I not do that? Are you not capable of that?”

“Why are you yelling at me?” You stepped back from him, knowing he was getting overwhelmed. “I’ve never heard you raise your voice above a mumble.”

“I’m yelling because I’m hurt.” He yelled, voice cracking at the end. “Are we even friends? Do you regard me as that much or am I just a tutor to you?”

“What are you talking about? Of course we’re friends.” You reached for him again but he pulled away.

“Well you’re being a bad one.” Peter shot back. Your face twisted in pain as he stared at you, both of your chests heaving. Peter tore his eyes away from you and went into his backpack, quickly getting out his math folder.

“Here.” He took your practice test from his folder and held it out to you. “You got them all right.”

You took the test and looked at in in disbelief, momentarily forgetting about the fight. You’d never gotten all of the questions right before. You looked up in time to see Peter leaving with his backpack.

“Where are you going?” You grabbed his arm gently to stop him.

“Home.” He told you. “You don’t need tutoring anymore so I have no reason to stay.”

“We can still hang out. You’re not just my math tutor.” You made a desperate attempt for him to stay as the weight of your actions hit you. Peter laughed darkly before looking up at you, an amused look in his eyes.

“Would you ever admit that outside this room?” He asked.

“I…”

“Then I am just your tutor.” He spat. “Goodbye.

Peter managed to avoid you the next morning, dodging you all together until math class. You knew you had to focus on the test and not your fight, but all you wanted to do was make up with him. Once the tests were over and handed in, you took your shot.

“Hey.” You whispered as you poked him with your pencil. “How do you think you did?”

Peter didn’t turn around, which you partially expected.

“I bet you did really well.” You tried again. “I actually think I did well too, thanks to you.”

Again, silence.

“Peter, please talk to me. I’m sorry about our fight.” You rubbed his shoulder kindly but he still didn’t move.

“You are my friend.” You said a little louder. “You’re my best friend. What can I do to prove that to you?

Peter was tempted to say something to you, but the bell rang before he could. He grabbed his books and hastily got out of his seat before you had a chance to to speak to him again. You grabbed your backpack and ran after him, determined to make this right.

“Excuse me, sorry.” You pushed past people to catch up to Peter. “Hey, Peter!”

When he didn’t answer, you called out again.

“Peter! Wait up.”

Still no answer, and you were starting to get frustrated.

“Hey! I’m talking to you.” You caught up to him and grabbed his hand. He looked at your hands before looking you in the eyes and dropping your hands harshly. You stood there stunned for a moment as he began to walk away until you decided you had enough.

“PETER PARKER.” You screamed, making everyone look at you. Every pair of eyes in the hallway was looking in your direction, but you were only looked at Peter.

Peter, who was about to pass away from the attention, by the way.

He looked around sheepishly as people cranes their necks to see who you were yelling at and felt his face turn redder than it ever had.

“You don’t talk much, and that’s fine.” You continued, loud enough for everyone to hear you. “I just need you to listen.”

Peter blinked a few times before nodded slowly, signaling that he would listen. You smiled in relief before digging in your backpack and pulling out your math test from earlier that day. You held it up over your head and turned in a circle so everyone could see it.

“I got an 92 on my math test last week.” You announced. “That’s the highest I’ve gotten since middle school and I couldn’t have done it without Peter tutoring me. I came to him for help with homework but I ended up with a best friend whom I love very dearly.” You were only looking at him now. “I will admit that behind closed doors and I will admit that here. But I also have to admit that I have not been a good friend and for that I am truly sorry.”

Peter smiled a little as the shocked looks of the crowd faded to nothing when he looked at you.

“You don’t have to do this here.” He whispered, but you weren’t finished yet.

“I haven’t even done it yet.” You half smiled as you shoved your test into your bag.

“Done what?” He asked as you walked up to him. You got to him and gave him an apologetic smile in advance for the attention you were about to draw to him.

“What I’ve been wanting to do for a long time now.” You told him. Peter barely had time to react before you put your hands on his face and pulled him into a kiss. You could feel his body tense up momentarily, so you pulled away just enough to whisper…

“Relax.”

Peter’s body did a better job at listening than he did as he slowly loosened his muscles. A hesitant hand found your waist and rested there as you wrapped your arms around his neck. You could feel the heat of his skin against your face and pulled away before he could get too overwhelmed.

“I.…just…heh…um - wow - uh…” He stumbled over his words as he looked at you with a shy smile.

“Don’t speak.” You laughed and shook your head. “Just kiss me.”

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tsumukono · 2 years

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Mistakes can be fixed but take time

Warnings: Angst, cheating, mpreg, break up, unplanned pregnacy, getting back together, axenty, depression, protective osamu, tears

Ships: kita x atsumu , suna x kita/short/

He stood there on the Hallway from his current Boyfriend kita and was shocked what he heard. The cracking bed, the moans, the whisper of lovers. Putting the spare keys quitly on the counter he left the door open and took his quite leave, he wasen't needed anymore or welcome.

This was very obivious sign, the most of them all. The absent kita was, the long replys on textes the night he spend there with night kiss or hug or warm touch anymore, the more cold acting to him.

He kicked stone outta the way smilling bitterly, he should know that even mr. Perfect would got bored from him obivious, but what hurt him more was that he wasen't telling him the truth.

How long was that going on behind his back and then with Suna from all. One of his best friends beside Osamu he sighed feeling the rain pouring down on him.

The weather joining his mood but he was glad, it hid his tears that were falling thicc and alot. He should know.

It started all to good and it was kita asking him out, kita making the moves. He was romatic what was suprising for everyone caring, possissve what was new to protective. But he suprised kita being bottom a very subssissve bottom.

As flirty cheeky and rude he was, he was Loyal.

Suprising they worked out for five years, five years atsumu feeled truly happy loved, supported on his dream being professionell volleyball player and now he wanted to take a break, he find his boyfriend cheating and fucked by other.

Running his hand through his dyed blond hair he gave loud sobbing sound, no. He must be boring person being bottom, being allways away and talk about his volleyball but he listen to his former lover to or. Did he something wrong? No he gave him space if needed enough love, he is clingy that he know texting everyday.

He did text he would come taking long break but never got reply from him.

Getting into the train he drived back, he planned going to samu, safe place. He needed him now. He need someone pour his pain out and his twin was only one knowing his darkest secrets as other secrets he dont share, they brothers and twins after all.

The train stopped on his station he would get out, heading out he walked through busy crowed and get into the bus that would brough him to osamus orgini shop he know he works in.

Hour standing in crowed he reach his goal, getting into the shop, it was closing hour, dark outside with rain pouring down like waterfall. Pit patter let osamu look up and squishy noise of wet boots.

Seeing his brother looking at him blank, knowing with no words he was hurt and get close leading him to sit, locking the shop,shoo the rest of worker out put warm tea before him and sat down "spill the shit out and tell me who i need to burry" first thing he notice thicc tears start rolling again down his twin eyes and the splittering stuttering words leaving the lips so quitly "f-found..Suna f-fucking K-Kita....i s-stood in a-allway h-hearing t-them" samu's eyes widen. He never though that they former captian and Suna who was his best friend do that, rubbing annoyed his temple he moved sit beside tsumu and put arm over him get him close "give me ya phone" it wasent question but command and tsumu put it down, osamu looking over the message from him kita, seeing he wrote him he come today and that kita finally replied, he tipped for tsumu a message in "hope ya had fun cheating on my Brother, going buy rice elsewere. Don't message him. Don't come close to him ever again, though ya would be better how long were ya fucked by Suna month year? Ya could be at least honest told him and break up instead let him find out brutally. Tell suna he is banned from my shop couse obivious ya two a to frightend and liers to tell truth,have fun with each other bye osamu" putting the phone in his pocket he looked over tsumu "we get ya a new phone number okay?" Tsumu nodded smiled bitterly "ya know why wanted to take break now...i wanted to tell him today b-but n-now i be alone w-with it" samu grumbeld loudly "na, ya have me and the black jackals, ya know hinata and boku want be great uncels and i be best uncle that baby can have. We family i help ya, ya not alone okay?" He nodded cruling more into the embrace of his brother, needing the protection.

He got tsumu to his apparment and left. Atsumu got out from his clothes and took long shower, craweld into his bed holding his stomach, this was to be suprise to kita, that they were exepting. Everyone was happy when he found out and confirm from doctor just to be sure. Everyone though it be great mix and hope it will be talent like tsumu but calm like kita as smart but now, now he was scared. He would care for it alone, he would not tell him about his father.

Plus wasent one was two he was exepting, it runned in they family getting twins, so was his luck carring twins as his first pregnacy as dangerous.

He patted his stomach lightly "i take care...i will love ya two..it be allright" sleep wasent option the wound still fresh the pain in heart to deep, he cryed all night of his brocken heart.

After time he feel asleep crying, visible eyerings under his eyes dryed path of salty tears. He groogly got up, changed his boxers went for shower and made morning tea, he was tired his hole body sore. He was feeling empty, his heart had big hole, from the ones he trusted the most.

Bugged him samu took his phone but he promised brining him new one with new number, snatching his black card.

Samu got never reply but he saw that kita looked at the message, he was angry so he don't even had balls write back. Sighing he allready got new contrac for rice for his shops broke the one with kita, even if his rice was exellent. He was mad, mad that he hurt his twin, mad that his best friend helped hurting his brother.

He was shocked when his phone vibrate, suna's number showing up, he picked up"..." suna sighed "pick tsumus things up" he groweld "bring them to my shop ya sorry pice of shit, and then never show up again. Stealing someones lover fucking him and talk like that shows only what ya truly a suna a slut...ya sleeped with ya hole team now ya steal kita from tsumu..." he stopped the call blocking suna's number.

He was dissapointed when he though he had once crush on that guy, he shock his head. Looking at tsumus number that vibrate , the former captain wrote "osamu...i bring the things...i am truly sorry things ended like that, i underatand you don't want contrac with rice anymore. Make sure atsumu safe kita" he broke the phone and the little sim card angry at both. They talked as if it was okay what they did "jerks"

True to his words kita came with three boxes that were atsumu's things, before he could leave osamu pinned kita against the wall "was it worth it to hurt him like that, being such low level...though ya honest blunt person but ya bastard, did ya get boared, did tsumu did not give ya enough love what is it?? Or ya just like suna sleeping arround?" He lift the smaller two toned male up "answer me dammit??" Kita looked to the side "...i don't know...i just happend" samu let kita fall to the ground "this is lame even for you get out!" Taking the hint, kita left.

He lost and hurt Atsumu in worst way and Lost a friend and customer for, sleeping with Suna.

Cruled on couch he heard his apparment keys and his twin walking with three boxes in, he teared up when samu told him what happend and true to his words he buyed tsumu new phone and number.

Saddend of the reply and not understanding this he got into deeper depression, scared going out meeting accedently suna or kita. He wasent eating correctly and became thinner exept his belly, he had bad sleeping schedule, between crying, questioned things.

This went one to point were samu dragged him to the doctor and his doctor scolding him down "mr.mya ya risking your unborn babys and losing them ya half semester now, ya need to eat properly and rest, by your blood scan its the worst. I will write you down medication, therapy and you will eat, i see you next week for ultrasound of the twins" he nodded taking the recipes, samu hearing it all helping him.

He made it his mission force feed him, even after he threw up, feed him again. Drag him to therapist and went with him together out. It was though, since he still need to work, so he dragged tsumu with. Watching him, try make him go under pepole again. Bokuto and hinata were to help try cheer they team mate up, losen up again. It helped a bit but they had they lovers too and were busy.

It aas now half year, he found out and he needed go shopping, shopping things for the twins. He got few baby clothes from everyone and he moved to bigger apparment. Slowy setting the babyrooms up.

He just entered the shopping center and pushing the shopping cart. Not knowing that eyes widen start follow him, he looked over baby bottels putting them in cart looking at diaper, which one to get putting them in and looked over babyseats, he could not decide, plus he needed two that a safe. He got extra a family car so he can get arround and took it from his axenty. Still he feeled uneasy, he looked scared arround feeling uncomftable and that someone was watching him. Shuddering he left the carseats, next time it was still bit time to get them and moved to the baby clothes, buying for boy and a girl. He was expeting boy and girl, knowing the news since a week and everyone was thrilled.

He grabbed few put them in, he heard footsteps behind him and cold sweat run down his neck hearing the calm voice "ya pregnat.." with no words atsumu moved away not looking, the footsteps following "ya could tell me..." deciding he could buy things online he left the cart and moved quickly, he don't wanted to see him. He don't wanted to remind what he did and hurt him, he froze "tsumu...please" he trempeld "...it would not change fact...ya were cheating...i had no place room to stay..so i decide not tell, its not ya problem ok" he went forward leaving kita were he was standing, more ever regetting hurting the one, who truly loved him. After tsumu found out suna left him hopping someone else, he reget what he did wishing nogthing more turn time back having the blond back safley in his arms. Now seeing him pregnat and knowing was mostly his babys growing in this belly, he feeled more then ashamend. His granny would turn in here grave knowing what he did.

Only thing he can do try win this blond back, back in his arms were it is safe, try avoide his angry twin. Who made clear he wasent shy punch him, what he did when he tryed ask about atsumu.

He royaly fucked up but he will try fix things. He want his blond puppy fox back, who he knows is truly loyal.

Atsumu mean time made it home, cruling into his bed, crying. Why did he meet him again, why did looked shocked, wasent he with suna and happy.

He shocked his head decide few days at home will be safe.

Osamu knew of the meeting, he was buying stuff for tsumu, food few things he needed outside he saw suna with other men. He shocked his head, so kita got dumped, like he dumped tsumu. Going further he meet on weird fate kita, buying few things for his crops. Outside kita spoke up "...he is pregnat.." samu shrugged his shoulder "why ya care? Ya just got dumped like him and now ya reget, more he pregnat? Dont worry none of us tell ya father so can have peace" kita stared at him for bit spoke up "i want him back..." clenching his fits samu groweld "ya funny" kita glared at him "not joking mya" osamu towered over him "then why did ya cheat in first place? For fun, boared? What is it? I dont want sumu hurt again...ya did not know how much ya hurt him, needed force feed him prob need again, therapist medicine try watch him....ya did big number shinsuke...not good one, why ya think i let ya near him?" He looked at samu challeneging "he needs me..i need him...osamu, i reget what i did, if could turn time i would undone it...i...i was boared i was lonley when he was on game" osamu snorts "and best thing ya could do jump someone else pants? Instead talking with him?? He goodamm wrote ya everday, call you, videocall you everything possible and ya showed him slowy cold shoulder...the day he wanted come back he want take break first be with ya, secondly tell ya ab8out pregnacy and you were the one getting fucked...do ya know how it is in his shoes. Finding out the one ya,dating five years was cheating behind ya back getting distand..." kita's eyes watered remebering trembeling form by the shopping center "no... but" osamu spat into his words "no ya dont, now suna dumped ya,ya start think of ya action more ever seeing my brother pregnat....i like ya as captian and i had crush on suna till find out what he does...you were just toy for him like others..." kita swallowed notic sadness in samu "he used ya too..." samu winced remebering he was call with tsumu who comforted him, who brough hole team cheer him up again "ya...i know he does for fun..." kita gripped hard on samu arm "Let me try again...give me second chance with ya brother" samu got kita's arm off seeing he was honest and crying "if ya really honest ya should do small steps, the wound still deep bleeding. Can't promise anything.. its on tsumu not me ya know i just protec him obvious he needed it from ya both.." he pressed tiny pice of paper in kita's hand "try with small steps with message him...don't overhelm him, he is fragile more then you"

Samu brought the things to tsumu and honest as he was he told him about kita, what happend. At first tsumu paniced and samu had a hard time calming him down but deep down he knew, tsumu still loved kita and was longing for the two toned hair male he was just hurt scared,scared geeting more hurt dumped again, but he saw hear tsumu let him message him and it was on tsumu to reply.

Tsumu heard ping on his phone, he stared at it down, should he look or leave it, could be the others or him. Shaking hands he took the phone looked over the message, it was him, simple hello tsumu.

He stared at it down and put the phone calmy down, not feeling to answer and made cup tea.

After it was hour he looked at it again decide answer, hello kita simple answer, only few minutes later another ping.

Kita: how are you tsumu

He though and replied honest

Atsumu: scared

Kita:....sorry tsumu do ya want me stop messaging ya?

Atsumu: no....it's ok. Why

Kita: i want you back...i reget what i did

Atsumu:....dosent fix thinks shinsuke...i am still hurt was, ya cheat on me...wasen't i enough was i that bad?

He had tears running down his face, he trembeld wincing at harsh kick

Kita:...i..i have no exuse for it, neither i do not know how apoglise it. I..i was lonley...ya were often away...and boared..still love you...

Atsumu:...but if ya did ya would not do that!

Kita: i know and i reget it

Atsumu: ya broke me...

Kita:..i know..

Atsumu:.. i ..i still ya know but ya hurt me so much...ya..ya

Kita: tsumu please calm down..i know..please i want..i want my puppy back

Atsumu:...i dont know...

Kita: please

Atsumu: going to bed

Kita: rest well

He closed his phone and put it off laying down sobbing in his bed, he was confused.

Osamu came the next morning checking on tsumu and on the message, he hummend and gave tsumu comfort that it his his choice and he decide the how fast or even if it be a thing.

Tsumu nodded and open the app seeing a message

Kita: morning tsumu

He stared down at it and trempeld for bit,can he trust him, what if he pull the same again cheating again just with someone else when he is boared or lonley

Atsumu: morning kita

Kita: how are you? Did you eat breakfeast are you resting?

Atsumu: not hungry but have tea and samu forced me to eat...i am resting

Kita: ya need to eat tsumu...ya sharing ya body with ya babys....our babys

Atsumu: my babys...how should i trust ya what ya did?

Kita:...

Atsumu: scared what if ya do same what i am alone again

Kita: puppy..no...i wont...he dumped me like he dumped ya...i reget what i did puppy sorry..trully sorry reget. I want ya back tsumu love you i want ya back in my house, want part of our babys life i want you

Atsumu: i have think

Kita: i know but i want you, i want you all

Closing the app he swallowed, feeling sick and threw up. He decide not tell samu about that and clean his apparment and went on little shoping tour went home again, life got less exiting for him and getting more swollen belly made things harder.

Everyday, they wrote and everyday kita told him, he want him back, he want him.

He was conflicted, could he trust him. Could he belive his words, it was hard.

After month tsumu decide call kita, he was trembling and kita answered with calm voice" tsumu?" He swallowed and kita could hear nervous breathing "tsumu...if ya still uncomftable to hear me stop the call" he heard little sob "n-no" he sighed sitting down "puppy whats wrong?" He heard swallow was very loud "scared" kita sighed "i know sweetie, ...do ya want me come over" atsumu bit his lips "n-no yes i dont know...i w-want y-you here and t-then no" he hummend relaxed back at tsumu "how about we first call each other few time so you can think of it" he heard quite ok and kita start talking. He talked about his crops how they growing and few other things, normal it would be atsumu babbeling,babbeling of him and volleyball but hearing him low energie brocken, broke his own heart that he left him destroyed by his doing and he would try fix things, fix him and have hyper fox back.

So they phoned everyday, everytime bit longer. In morning, lunch, evening. The more they talked the less atsumu stuttered, he sounded more energic but not much. Kita wanted go to him hug him care for him but little steps, baby steps and next was video call. He was shocked, he became so thin, his hair needed cut and freshly dyed.

But they video called everday even if they silent just keeping each other company. Even were tsumu passed out sleeping in his bed, kita watched him while and had good look on the baby belly watched few moments of the moving little kicks, smilling but worried about they mother.

Atsumu kita start build up again and the next step was letting kita come over, after three months being seven months pregnat was harder to move for tsumu.

The first thing they did was a hug, kita hugged tsumu tighly but tsumu dragged out waddeling sitting down out of breath, trembeld. This was the first contac after months and kitas fingers longed touching the blond.

He stepped into the apparemt closing the door sitting down, a bit away from atsumu give him safley space, they start talking comftable. He knew he can't rush tsumu but being here alone was for him win and would keep going just have him fully back into his life.

Meeting now everyday when time it allowed for kita, he helped tsumu, he fixed the blond hair dyed it freshly helping clean apparemt. Went shopping with him, samu watched him like hawk glaring still at him. Even when kita was bold took tsumu out for simple date into resturant, he followed making sure he dont hurt tsumu. Who had hard time eat but did so bit for bit more.

Month went on and kita was allowed join the doctor visit and look at the ultrasound, seeing what he and tsumu created.

He was proud that they were healthy but worried hearing about tsumu , he was banned to be on bed rest and need to eat more his blood scan was still not best ,but upgrade to last time still not stafising for the doctor.

Walking home, kita helped tsumu though bit "ya could come to me...i could take care of you" tsumu looked at him "n-not yet" kita sighed layed down with tsumu and understood, he still working on earning his trust back. He stroked over the belly layed his hand down smilling at the little kicks "my crops a so far ok...i going try stay longer helping you" he put tsumus head on his chest kissing his forhead, stroked his hair, step for step. He came so far so he can work wait for the rest, he had him safley in his arms and he wont let anyone get between them ever again, he still reget what he did but he was glad he can at least fix it, fix being back with tsumu, he might can't fix what he did but he trys fix they realtionship. Tsumu was his and he needed him how he need tsumu.

Bed rest was boring and tsumu was more then boared, he called kita and talked with him annoyed his team pratice more. When kita was there he made sure he ate properly made him tea cuddle watch movies. Start kissing him again. To point were they sleep with each other again and he would lie wasent making him hard seeing tsumu round with they babys.

He was with samu getting tsumu few things to eat as medication when they saw suna moving to them "oya kita-chan want hangout?" He looked at him seducingly but kita grunted "no thanks i have to take care of my lover" he wanted to pass suna "tch come one ya can't say no to us" samu shoved suna out the way "he can he will and he does, how about ya stop what ya do and try get a real lover learn what love is" suna made a face shrugged his shoulder walking away.

Shaking they heads they went to tsumu, samu just checking going then and kita staying overnight, making sure he is safe sound.

In middle of the night of ninth month kita feeled tsumu shaking him panic "kita...Kita they coming!" At first he was confused but got up quickly, helped tsumu and got him to next hospital.

He was nervous in waiting room pacing with samu. Both nervous waiting for news, they waited for day, kita allready scared something bad happend worried for his Lover worried for his kids. The nurse came smilling to them, ya can look at your two childrene in here" she leaded them, were the newborn were two nurses hold kita and tsumus little girl boy, kita got watery eyes seeing them the boy had tsumus blond hair but seems hair cut like kita, the girl had his two toned silver hair and ya could tell wild hair locks. "They beautfule.... perfect angels" he hummend and samu nodded proud of the new family members. The nurse brough kita to tsumu wanting to be alone with his boyfriend first before samu joins.

Getting fast close ,he brought tsumu into hug, who was tired and lean into kita "g-glad ya here back" peppering his face with soft kisses kita hummend "me too puppy..never going let ya out of my sight or go ya enough ya exiting love you my puppy my atsumu" atsumu had tears running down kissing kita "i Love you too please dont ever do that again or i be gone for good" kita tighen his grip "never righter jump down cliff" holding him in deep embrace kita promised himself never let go of his puppy fox and keeped his promise, after two years they married and got another baby. Kita and atsumu were glad fix things and strenghen they bond more then ever, they both were proud had each other more have they little own family.

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You Suck, Parker Part 2

Request: ugghhh I just read "you suck, parker" and I think a part two would be so cute

Warnings: *smut*

Word count: 1821

Summary: Part 2 to this

MASTERLIST

It had been about a month since you and Peter had confessed your feelings for each other and despite the endless sex jokes that you guys make (before and after you started dating) you hadn't really done anything yet.

It's not anyone's fault though. You both make jokes, but never follow through on what you say. You wanted to talk to him about it, because despite all the jokes you thought maybe it was time to actually do something about how you felt physically toward him.

You had plans with Peter and Ned tonight, and you planned on "talking" to Peter after Ned left.

Well, Peter and Ned had plans to keep building one or their Lego Star Wars, and you planned on hanging out - not playing with lego.

Around 5 o'clock, you were about to head out the door,

"Bye mom!" you shouted into the house.

Your mom came around the corner, "Honey, before you go…" she started.

You rolled your eyes, knowing exactly what she was about to say.

"I know, I know! No funny business." you interrupted

"I just want to make sure I don't have any grandchildren before I turn 60 - alright?"

"Mom. Ned will be there the whole time. If he isn't a good enough cockblock then I don't know what is."

"Watch your language!"

You just laughed, and headed out the door, toward Peter's.

When you arrived at Peter's, you knocked on the door and he let you in.

"Hi baby," you smiled at him.

He wrapped his arms around you, and placed a kiss on the side of your face.

"Hi," he smiled back.

You walked into his apartment, "Where's Ned?" you asked

Peter sighed, "running late. He left home and forgot our lego set, and so he had to go back and grab it."

"You're so lucky that I love you."

"And why's that?" Peter questioned.

"Because how many other girls would still want to jump your bones even after you just said that sentence?"

"Probably a lot. I dunno if you heard but there's a LOT of ladies out there with crushes on Spiderman." he pointed out

You laughed, "Yeah, Spiderman, not Peter Parker."

You smiled at Peter. You were lucky to have him, there weren't many other guys out there who were as kind, or as smart and handsome as Peter.

May walked out of her bedroom into the living room where you and Peter had been standing.

"Hey guys, I'm heading out now. No-" she started

"No funny business" "no funny business" you and Peter said simultaneously, cutting off May.

"Don't worry May, Ned will be here in a few minutes," Peter continued.

May eyed the two of your suspiciously, "I've got my eyes on you two. Don't forget that."

You chuckled to yourself, and watched May kiss Peter on the cheek before heading out the front door.

"Will Ned really be here in a few minutes?" you ask Peter.

"I dunno. He said he might also stop and get us food."

"Hmmm." You said quietly, leaning back against the back of the couch.

"What? Is there something you wanted to do before he gets here?"

"I mean…" you started, raising your eyebrows at Peter, hinting at the obvious.

Peter just looked at you, crossing his arms. He took in a deep breath, his cheeks turning pink.

"I...uh... I dunno…" Peter stammered, rubbing the back of his neck.

You rolled your eyes, and moved toward Peter, taking his hand in yours.

"What are you afraid of? I don't bite." you laughed.

"It's just we've never... I've never…"

You pull Peter toward the couch and sit down beside him.

"I don't want to do anything that would make you uncomfortable, Peter."

Peter stayed silent. You looked over at him, and leaned your face toward his. You gently pressed your lips against his. He brought his hand up to your face to bring you closer. He pressed his lips harder against yours, moving together.

You pulled away and rested your forehead against his.

"Can I try something?" you asked him

Peter hesitated for a second before saying yes.

"Lean back," you ordered. Lighting shoving his shoulders back into the couch.

You reach over, and begin to unbuckle Peter's belt.

"Woah, wait what are you doing?"

"Trying something," you smirked.

You moved yourself, so you were no longer sitting on the couch beside him, but resting on your knees on the floor. You urged Peter to pull his pants down past his crotch so you had access.

Peter slid his Jeans down past his hip bones, giving you just enough access.

This was your first time ever doing anything more than kissing, and you were nervous. You weren't entirely sure what to do.

You looked at Peter's dick. It was already hard, with precum sitting at the tip. You knew it wasn't difficult to turn him on. Everytime you kissed, you could always feel his member pressed against you through his pants. But this was different.

"You don't have to do this if you don't want to…" Peter said

"No. I want to."

And with that, you leaned forward and touched Peter's dick. You wrapped your hand around it, and it twitched in the palm of your hand.

You leaned down, and lightly pressed your lips against it. You swirl your tongue against his tip before moving your mouth more generously over it.

Peter sucked in a breath as your tongue ran over his virgin cock. You slowly inched down, taking part of it in your mouth.

Peter whimpered, and let his head fall back into the couch. He began reaching one of his hands toward you before hesitating and placing it back on his thigh.

You lightly bobbed your head, sucking his dick with every movement. The more you moved, the more comfortable you got.

You took the rest of it in your mouth, his dick hitting the back of your throat. Peter moaned loudly, bucking his hips into your face.

"Oh my god…" he mumbled.

You placed your hands on his legs for support, and eagerly sucked his entire length.

Peter looked down at you, pleasuring him. Your plump lips, moving up and down over him. You looked up at Peter, and just the sight of you sucking his dick was enough. He pushed his hands forward, grabbing your hair in this hand. He gripped you tight, encouraging you to go faster.

"Don't stop," he breathed

Peter moaned, making impatient noises. He continued to buck his hips into you, needing more.

"Please, Y/N" he begged

You knew that even though you had only been pleasuring him for a minute, he was already close to coming.

You pulled your mouth off of him, licking stripes up and down his pulsing cock.

"No, Y/N. Please keep going," Peter whined

You smirked, seeing the effect you had on him. You took one of your hands and reached down into your own pants. You were soaked. You hadn't realized that giving Peter a blowjob would turn you on so much. You moved your finger toward your clit, circling it around.

Peter watched you pleasure yourself. You moaned, rocking your head back taking in the feeling before leaning back toward Peter to continue sucking on him.

You kept your finger on your clit, rubbing quick circles as Peter's cock once again filled your mouth.

He moaned loudly, "Y/N."

You sucked down on Peter's cock, moving up and down quickly, letting it hit the back of your throat each time.

You choked on his length, gagging each time it hit you. Only making Peter moan harder.

You could feel your orgasm building, and you knew Peter was getting close too.

Peter was panting and moaning as he thrust his hips up into you. You moaned around his cock, knowing in any second you were going to come. Peter's hand tightened in your hair, pulling you closer. He held your head down, his dick hitting the back of your throat.

He moaned loudly, and you could feel his warm come spilling into your mouth. You sucked down hard, letting Peter come down from his orgasm.

Peter's breathing was heavy, as he let his grip go on your head, and you pulled yourself off of him. You could feel his come sitting on your tongue. You swallowed. The taste didn't go away.

You pulled your hand out of your pants, and smirked at Peter.

"Wow… that was. Wow," Peter huffed.

You moved to sit beside him on the couch. He slowly pulled his pants back up, leaving his belt undone.

You were still soaked. You had come so close to orgasm but didn't finish.

"My turn," you mumbled.

You slid your hand back into your pants. Touching your clit felt like lightning shooting through you. It wouldn't take long for your orgasm to build again.

Peter just looked at you.

"What do you want me to do?" he asked nervously

"Just kiss me," you ordered.

Peter didn't hesitate. He moved quickly and slammed his lips against yours. He slides his tongue into your mouth, and you sink back into the couch even harder.

You use your freehand and wrap it into Peter's curls. You moan into the kiss, knowing that soon enough you were going to come.

You throw your head back, as you can feel yourself about to come over the edge. Peter moves his lips along your jawline and down to your neck. As soon as he let his tongue slide down to your breasts in your low cut shirt, your walls collapsed.

You could feel your orgasm surging through you. Your grip on Peter's hair tightened as you came. You could feel him smiling into your chest.

You sat silently as Peter watched you recover from your orgasm.

"Remind me why we didn't do this sooner?" Peter asked

"No idea," you said, breathlessly.

You slid your hand out of your pants, and placed a light kiss on Peter's lips.

"I'm just going to go clean myself up," you told Peter, and headed toward the bathroom.

While you were washing your hands you heard the front door open.

"Hey Ned!" you heard Peter say.

You were about to open the door when you heard Peter whispering something to Ned. You pressed your ear against the door to get a better listen.

"Dude i'm so happy you came late you'll never guess what just happened!"

"What?" Ned asked

"I swear Y/N just gave me my first blowjob,"

"Omg" Ned said.

You rolled your eyes, and walked out of the bathroom arms crossed.

"Peter Parker!"

Peter turned around to look at you, a guilty look on his face.

"Sorry…" he mumbled.

"You suck! That's not Ned's business," you exclaimed

"Well, actually, Y/N... I think you sucked..." Ned joked

"Ned!" you and Peter exclaimed

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