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theetangerine · 3 years

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What it’s real like being a Dyslexic

Today's post shall be about Dyslexia from "Dyslexia the Gift". Well I didn't know that I was blessed with such an omnipotent power. Thank you Dyslexia the Gift for Awakening my abilities. Anyways this post is just my rebuttal to this list as an Anthropomorphic Tangerine with severe dyslexia. Here we go: General:

1. Appears bright, highly intelligent, and articulate but unable to read, write, or spell at grade level.

Ahhhhh.......... so I am all those big words that I can't spell or pronounce.

BTW who ever came up with the word Dyslexia is a troll cause you knew damn well I can't spell that.

2. Labelled lazy, dumb, careless, immature, “not trying hard enough,” or “behavior problem.”

Hey I am not lazy just because Suzie spends her the night figuring out Algebra questions and I on the other hand will look at her formula, "Copy and Paste" for myself and even then at the end of the day I stilled will have learned it. Einstein did say there are different types of genius.

3.Isn’t “behind enough” or “bad enough” to be helped in the school setting.

Let's just pretend it didn't take me 3 times to read this inorder to understand it. Anywhose.

The school suggested to my parents to take me to get tested. Although I think it was because they wanted justify their discrimination against me.

4. High in IQ, yet may not test well academically; tests well orally, but not written.

Lies. I failed in both.

5.Feels dumb; has poor self-esteem; hides or covers up weaknesses with ingenious compensatory strategies; easily frustrated and emotional about school reading or testing.

*clear throat* In best Beyonce voice "I'm survivor................"

6.Talented in art, drama, music, sports, mechanics, story-telling, sales, business, designing, building, or engineering.

Ohh.......come on I suppose to be talented in these fields why didn't Dyslexia tell me this.

7.Seems to “Zone out” or daydream often; gets lost easily or loses track of time.

They were in the Zone like in Soul

woahh..... that was a bar.

8.Difficulty sustaining attention; seems “hyper” or “daydreamer.”

As I type this I peer out through the window wondering if clouds really are made of precipitation or that is what the Illuminati wants you to think.

9. Learns best through hands-on experience, demonstrations, experimentation, observation, and visual aids.

Crash Course history is my religion.

Vision, Reading, and Spelling:

10.Complains of dizziness, headaches or stomach aches while reading.

Starts going in the 4th dimension if I pick up a book.

11.Confused by letters, numbers, words, sequences, or verbal explanations.

Algebra is not for dyslexics. You mix letters and numbers together. Mathematicians were not thinking of dyslexics when Algebra was created.

12. Reading or writing shows repetitions, additions, transpositions, omissions, substitutions, and reversals in letters, numbers and/or words.

Yes Yes . Truly feal for all of of my teacher who read my essays.

13.Complains of feeling or seeing non-existent movement while reading, writing, or copying.

I am Percy Jackson so I am a god.

14.Seems to have difficulty with vision, yet eye exams don’t reveal a problem.

I actually had glasses.

15.Extremely keen sighted and observant, or lacks depth perception and peripheral vision.

Yet another sentence I can't understand. Hold up let me go and look up “depth perception” so I can understand this sentence, real quick.........................This is true.

16.Reads and rereads with little comprehension.

Reading number fifteen (15) proves this.

17.Spells phonetically and inconsistently.

Hooked on Phonics told me otherwise.

Hearing and Speech:

18.Has extended hearing; hears things not said or apparent to others; easily distracted by sounds.

Being an only child while being home alone this ability doesn't have any benefits.

19.Difficulty putting thoughts into words; speaks in halting phrases; leaves sentences incomplete; stutters under stress; mispronounces long words, or transposes phrases, words, and syllables when speaking.

I feel called out.

Writing and Motor Skills:

20.Trouble with writing or copying; pencil grip is unusual; handwriting varies or is illegible.

I may have changed my writing style multiple times. Some legible, some not.

21.Clumsy, uncoordinated, poor at ball or team sports; difficulties with fine and/or gross motor skills and tasks; prone to motion-sickness.

But if I am supposed to be talented at sports in the afro-mention point why can't I catch a ball.

Dyslexia being confused since 1877.

22.Can be ambidextrous, and often confuses left/right, over/under.

Yip...A 20 something that doesn't know their left from their right.

Math and Time Management:

23.Has difficulty telling time, managing time, learning sequenced information or tasks, or being on time.

Well if I can't tell time I can't manage my time thus I don't have enough time to do tasks so that is why I am never on time.

24.Computing math shows dependence on finger counting and other tricks; knows answers, but can’t do it on paper.

Only if Math exam were oral I would have accolades in Math.

25.Can count, but has difficulty counting objects and dealing with money.

Y'all I have nightmares about being a cashier.

26.Can do arithmetic, but fails word problems; cannot grasp algebra or higher math.

As I said before Algebra not, for dyslexics.

Memory and Cognition:

27:Excellent long-term memory for experiences, locations, and faces.

I wish could forget about that time I fell down in front the entire school. And yes this is not an exaggeration. The ENTIRE school saw this.

28.Poor memory for sequences, facts and information that has not been experienced.

Subjects dyslexics shouldn't do:

Science: too many big words you can't spell.

History or Literature: reading is detrimental to your health.

Math: A-L-G-E-B-R-A

29.Thinks primarily with images and feeling, not sounds or words (little internal dialogue).

Sad truth I wear my heart on my sleeves. It's fricking annoying cause I want to be mad in peace without anyone knowing Goddamn it .

Behavior, Health, Development, and Personality:

30.Extremely disorderly or compulsively orderly.

I am Death the Kid.

(If you don't get that reference you are uncultured)

31.Can be class clown, trouble-maker, or too quiet.

Like I was disliked in school for being too quiet. You would think that it was students oh no no no Patricia it was teachers.

Sorry Mrs. Emily for not giving you grey hairs, so you have the opportunity to go home to your loving husband to complain about how much you hate your job and kids. While you thinking about your affair with the young nextdoor neighbour, who you would end up marrying only to then leave them for a hot 20 yea.............................Ummmm that got a bit personal there lets continue shall we

32.Had unusually early or late developmental stages (talking, crawling, walking, tying shoes).

It took a while to learn how to tie my laces.

33.Prone to ear infections; sensitive to foods, additives, and chemical products.

So wait not only did Dyslexia inhibit my ability to read, comprehend and to tell my right from my left to function normally in society but it caused my ear infections too. That is it I'm done

Moving to Siberia.

34.Can be an extra deep or light sleeper; bedwetting beyond appropriate age.

I was a very well trained tangerine.

35.Unusually high or low tolerance for pain.

Everytime I stub my pinky toes it feels like an aeroplane wheel rolled over it.

36.Strong sense of justice; emotionally sensitive; strives for perfection.

Facts!

37.Mistakes and symptoms increase dramatically with confusion, time pressure, emotional stress, or poor health.

2 second Rant

Examiners don't think of dyslexic people, even with extra time. The sheer amount of times it takes just to understand the question then to answer with the best possible Grammar is straight cruelty.

You automatically want me to fail and not finish don't you.

You Demon.

Mini sidestory:

While writing this I asked my significant other to spell "Exaggerate", dude looked at me and told me to sound it out. Past me knew he was going to say this and I did sound it out before he asked me to sound it out. I told him that I did and that I don't know what letter comes after "Ex", he was like babe sound it out..................................

Tangerine internal thoughts: (Exsqueeze me) Every time try that a ""H" is coming up in my head. I thought this through ya know.

In conclusion I sound it out to my phone.

To anyone who don't understand Dyslexia fully I do suggest researching.

My commentary is completely subjective but if you relate that is good :)

That's all my Fruits until next time

- TheeTangerine

Proof read by TheeApple<3

https://www.dyslexia.com/about-dyslexia/signs-of-dyslexia/test-for-dyslexia-37-signs/

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chrisevansbabymama · 4 years

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The Break Up - Part 1

Part One

Y/N was sure of it. Chris was doing this to rub it in her face, to show how happy he was without her; and how his family was happy too. Whilst everything had been going south for her since they’d broken up, it seemed he was also siding with the world against her. She’d been watching the Insta stories of her close friends and family, never flipping past anyone because they were all people she knew intimately. Then Chris’ played straight after, before she even had a chance to skip it. They hadn’t unfollowed or blocked each other yet on their socials, of course this was down to their persistent publicists who’d decided it was best to not give the press any leverage on their break up.

In true Chris fashion, he hadn’t uploaded in a while - he wasn’t even an avid Insta user, so her theory that he was doing this to taunt her made sense.

Home is where the heart is, he captioned a picture of him and the family that seemed to have been taken candidly. Everyone looked so happy. Had this been taken almost six weeks ago, she would have been in there nestled somewhere between him and Dodger.

She’d lingered too long on the picture, smiling back at the faces she’d known as her second family in the last year and a half since they’d met. Then the next one played, and she didn’t want to skip it. She didn’t care if he saw her on the viewers list, she had nothing to lose now anyway.

“Happy birthday ma,” his Bostonian accent boomed, the video showing Lisa sitting at the kitchen counter in a robe scrolling through her phone as he walked up to her.

“Christopher Robert Evans!” She whined, extending her hand towards the phone, trying to block him.

“Whooooaaa,” He laughed, that laugh that she loved so much, “Wow! C’mon, just say ‘hi’ birthday girl,”

“It’s too early for this Chris,” she looked away.

“Why are you up so early on your birthday?” he asked hugging her, then the video cut off after the 15 second allowance.

Y/N had played it over and over again, each time noticing something new; his beard had gotten longer and hair darker. He’d lost weight: he wasn’t as bulky as she remembered him in her arms. But he looked so happy, so it couldn’t have been a post-breakup weight loss. The other times she’d noticed the small details that only she or his friends and family would know; how his nephew had shot up in height, Lisa had painted the kitchen in ecru and rearranged the pantry.

She knew she had to speak to Lisa and wish her a happy birthday. They still talked even after the break up, Lisa was always confident that it was temporary and that he would come to his senses. Y/N doubted it; he’d said some pretty mean things, she’d said some pretty mean things too and she wasn’t sure how they were going to, if ever, recover from that. Even though her heart was going against the grain of her resolve, challenging everything she stood for: to not be taken for a fool by a man. But feelings are a funny thing, and she loved Chris. Despite how he’d taken her for a fool, she still wanted it to work and this to be all over.

But Lisa didn’t pick up Y/N’s call that afternoon. Not even the second one either, the over-thinker she was, Y/N drew to a conclusion that Lisa was too busy with her family now to talk to her. Nor did she even want to talk to the woman that had hurt his son. And that too hurt because he had hurt her.

But the truth was, she wanted Lisa to pick up so she could hear his voice in the background. Even if it was muffled, it was her favourite sound.

“Hi Lisa, it’s Y/N...I uhm, I didn’t want to leave a message of course but I know you’re super busy with the family around. I just wanted to say Happy Birthday! I hope you have an amazing day with everyone. I miss you, sorry I haven’t been in touch much this week, I’ve been super busy. But I hope we can catch up sometime, okay, bye. I love you,”

And just like that, Y/N had spent the whole day glued to her phone endlessly refreshing her Instagram and Twitter hoping for an update. She’d lost the privilege of knowing the intimate details of what he was up to, so if it meant grasping 15 second bursts on Instagram, then that was fine too. She was like one of them now – his followers, only getting the vague and general stuff, and not the direct messages or memes sent directly to her like she used to. That realisation hurt her especially because he hadn’t been posting anything, and the one time he resurfaces he’s with his family, flaunting his joy and life without her. She had posted a lot, (too much even) since the break up, and if she were to be honest, it was for his attention. She wanted him to see how good she’d been looking, the mini dresses, the short shorts, the haircut, the mysterious male hand in her food snaps and the melancholic love quotes. But he hadn’t watched any of the stories, much to her dismay. Scott had, and he would call to check in on her. But he wasn’t Chris!

“Lisa,” Y/N answered later that evening as she settled on the couch with a glass of wine after dinner, resigning from her social media stalking because if she knew Chris well, she knew he wasn’t going to post anymore intimate moments with his family. And if anything, it would be something to do with Dodger or repost something about NASA and the moon and stars.

“Happy birthday!”

“Y/N, sweetie, hi. Thank you so much, how’re you?”

“I’m good Lisa,”

“Sorry I missed your call, it’s chaos over here,” she laughed. “I haven’t had a chance to catch a break since morning,”

“I can imagine. Always keeping you on your toes,” Y/N chuckled softly. “How’s your day been?”

“It’s been busy and full – but so lovely. They sent me to get a massage this morning, then they all cooked lunch. We’re just coming in from dinner. I got your present, you are too kind and generous Y/N. Thank you so much, I really wasn’t expecting it,”

“Oh you’re welcome, I hope you enjoy it,”

Lisa paused, “I uhmm...was hoping you would show up. I really thought when they sent me to the spa that I’d come back home and you’d be there as a surprise. I kept waiting for that opportunity for you to pop up and surprise me,”

Now it was Y/N’s turn to pause. But nothing came out, shocked that Lisa was thinking of her at all on her special day when she was spending it with her family. Even worse, was the gut wrenching feeling in her stomach as Lisa’s words sunk in reminding her how easily she could have been there today, had she maybe just swallowed her pride and parted ways with her inhibiting principals?

“It’ll be okay Y/N. You and Chris, this is just a rough patch,” Lisa reiterated the same song she’d been singing the last few weeks but Y/N no longer believed it.

It’d been weeks. No changes or sign that he was even going to come back. He’d barely fought for the relationship then, so why would he now?

At this point, she was starting to realise that she needed to graduate from the grieving stage of denial and anger to bargaining, and with some time acceptance.

“I don’t know Lisa, I thought so too but, I don’t know,”

“This isn’t right, you two love each other,” Lisa said, almost to herself more than anything. “Why can’t you both see it?”

“Uhm, Lisa I have to go,” Y/N said quickly, awash with emotions that she didn’t think she’d confront today when she’d woken up in a good mood.

No matter how friendly she was with Lisa, this was his mom, so she couldn’t be too reckless and as honest as she wanted to be, but her son had really hurt her and it wasn’t fair that she was painting a picture that both of them were being stubborn. Y/N needed to save the rant for her mom who was used to the late night phone calls and tears. But she loved Lisa too much to lose her by weeping over and ranting about that annoyingly handsome son of hers.

“I’ve got company, sorry. Can I call you tomorrow?” Y/N lied.

“Of course, I better go too, they’re waiting on me to start the movie,” Lisa laughed, both women knowing that she could read through Y/N’s lie.

But Lisa had a way of working her coulda-been-daughter-in-law; she knew the right words to say and a way to speak to her to get her to open up. Tonight wasn’t the right time, especially with her culprit of her son in the room next door and the joyous occasion.

“Ma! Come. On!” Y/N could hear Carly yelling in the background.

“See what I mean?” Lisa laughed.

“I see,” Y/N laughed. “Goodnight Lisa, and don’t worry about Chris and I. Enjoy your birthday,”

“Goodnight honey, we’ll resolve that,” Lisa said. “I love you,”

“Kay, I love you too,”

Y/N chewed on her bottom lip, pensive, sad, wistful, her heart longing for the Evans’ family company, and attention from a certain Evans. If she was there, she and Chris would have snuck out halfway throughout the film and gone for a walk where they would share intimate goals and aspirations. Or they would go on a long drive and end up in a parking lot with mellow background music and heating on in his car, eating McDonald’s off their laps and stealing each other’s fries and dips. Chris would teach her about the constellation. They would make a new playlist together and drive back, sneak back into the house sometime around 2AM and make a messy freakshake that they would have found on Pinterest. They’d stay up in the lounge, whispering quietly with Family Guy in the background and melt into each other as they made out. They’d ultimately end up in his childhood bedroom, squeezing in on his bed. It was a good excuse to cuddle all night long. Chris would wake up with a dead arm but the pillow talk made it worth it.

By the time she’d drowned her third glass of the red wine, her memories and visions of him got blurred and not so pleasant. The vision of the last time she saw him, the day that they broke up kept haunting her but in parts, so she decided to call it a night and waddled up to her bedroom and threw herself on the bed, falling asleep straight away. She didn’t hear her phone ringing and vibrating downstairs.

Baaaaby

Missed Call (2)

And then pinging with message alerts.

Baaaaby: hey Y/N, it’s Chris

Baaaaby: hope you’re ok?

Baaaaby: Call me when you can

Baaaaby: Please*

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ohmrlove · 5 years

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How You Met [Kiro x Reader]

Ways you could’ve met your Mr. Love!

Implied female reader.

It’s up to you if you’re a tourist or a local ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

On paper it seemed like a fantastic idea that would have his social media buzzing for days! Kiro was having second thoughts now that he was in the bear costume, though. His agent scheduled a mini concert at a theme park he’d been dying to go to. The idol thought getting surprise pictures with his fans would be cool, and everyone would be shocked when he took the bear head off to perform!

He hadn’t anticipated the throngs of people at the entrance. This theme park wasn’t new by any means, but he guessed the chance for some mascot pictures were too good to pass up. It didn’t help that he was doing little dances for videos and playing tag with kids. The heat seemed to swirl around in the big bear head, pressing down on his already sweaty tresses and filling the space between his face and the inside of the suit. Kiro plopped down on a nearby bench, waving and shuffling his feet.

Have to keep up appearances! Just need a breather, he thought. Kiro was secretly relieved that people were passing by without a care. Maybe they wanted to get ahead in the lines, maybe they didn’t care about a bear. Either way, he could catch his breath!

“Are you okay, Mr. Bear?” Kiro’s big bear head snapped up, arms flailing as you looked down at him. He waved quickly and bobbed his head from side to side cutely. “Would you like some water?”

You’re cute AND you have something to drink? He was so lucky! Kiro lunged at the bottle, stopping himself just as quick. That would be rude, wouldn’t it? “It’s okay,” you shook the bottle, “they told me I can’t have outside food and drink.”

Kiro tilted the head carefully, looking at your tiny backpack. Did you have food, too?! He pretended to bow, waving his arms up and down, and took the bottle between his bear paws. Tunnel vision kicked in, Kiro shoving the bottle into the stuffed mouth.

Right. There was a thing between his face and the bottle. How am I supposed to open it in this costume?! he sighed, slouching. Kiro leapt up suddenly, motioning for you to follow. You felt silly, following a stuffed bear, but security wouldn’t let you in until you got rid of the “contraband” anyways. Kiro led you around the side of the building, walking until he was sure people at the entrance couldn’t see him anymore.

Snuggled between stone walls and manicured plants, he wrestled the big head off with an even bigger smile. “Hi!” he beamed, blonde hair plastered to his face. He balanced the big head on his hip. “Thanks for the water! Do you think you could help me?”

Your brain stalled. Kiro’s smile grew as you stuttered out his name, pointing at him.

“I’d get it myself but I can’t!” he waved his free hand. The costume didn’t have any fingers; it was just one connected piece.

“S-Sure,” you fumbled with the lid. He sealed his mouth to the lid, sucking it down fast. You tried to pull away so he could breathe but Kiro gave a discouraging grunt. Feeling awkward, you stood on your tiptoes as he crouched to finish the bottle.

“Man, I was really thirsty!” he gasped, standing up to his full height. His stomach rumbled loudly. “Do you, uh, do you have any food, maybe?” he had the grace to look ashamed. There was a wholesome charm to him. Something innocent.

“Yeah!” you shrugged your bag off, unzipping it. “It’s only snacks but--”

“Can I have them?!” he begged, teal eyes twinkling hopefully.

“Take your pick,” you laughed nervously. You had a bag of chips, a granola bar, and a partially smushed snack cake.

“The chips!” Kiro tried to point with the big paw but it didn’t work. It was more of a stab; there was a crunch of chips and a small puff of protest as the bag popped. “Sorry!” he blushed.

“Anything to get it open, right?” you grinned. Kiro started to do a little shuffle dance, excited for every chip that came his way. You couldn’t help but laugh at him.

“What,” he grinned, “you don’t get excited about food? I love food!” he hopped to illustrate his point, dancing from foot to foot.

“I can tell!” you fished a napkin from the bottom of your bag, brushing crumbs off his chin. “What are you doing in a bear costume, anyways?”

Kiro told you his plan, and that another bear should’ve taken his place by now so he could go incognito and ride some of the rides. That would give his manager enough time to spray the suit with disinfectant so he could wear it for the concert. He finished the chips, practically vibrating for the granola bar. Within minutes he was staring at the snack cake, looking at it like it was the love of his life.

“I haven’t had sweets in so long!” he lamented, mouth full of cake and lips smeared with frosting. “My manager doesn’t like me having them, but he doesn’t have to know!” Kiro whispered between bites.

“But I do!” you and Kiro jumped at the pointed growl, the energy radiating off of the suited man. Hands on his hips, he stopped short in a set of polished shoes. Kiro took advantage of your shock, stealing a big bite from your palm.

It was practically gone! No problem!

“Hey boss!” he chirped.

“Who are you? What did you feed him? Kiro why did you even eat it? She could--”

“She saved me, boss!” Kiro defended you from the onslaught of questions. “I probably would’ve fainted if she hadn’t given it to me!”

An exaggeration, probably, but if it kept you from a lawsuit then yes, yes you saved him from fainting! His boss looked like he absolutely wanted to strangle you. Maybe Kiro. Maybe both of you.

“Did they find my replacement?” Kiro asked before his manager went off on another rant.

“Yes,” the man straightened his tie with a hiss, “they did.”

“So I’m free to go?” Kiro’s cheeky smile grew, the dimple coming back.

“After you change!” the manager pointed a finger at him. Kiro would definitely be the type to waltz off in the costume, you thought.

“Great! C’mon!” he tried to grab your hand in the bear paw but it didn’t work. Kiro tried a few more times before realizing it wouldn’t. He put the head back on, motioning for you to follow. Kiro waddled as fast as he could in the costume, knowing his manager couldn’t ask him any questions or chase you off when the entrance came back in sight. The manager sighed and ushered you around the other side of the building where some maintenance doors and an employee entrance waited.

You were grilled about ‘no photos, no tweets, no posts--nothing until the concert reveal!’ as Kiro freshened up. Kiro jogged up in fresh clothes, sunglasses on and hoodie drawn over his blonde hair. “Here,” the manager fished a VIP bracelet from his breast pocket and handed it to Kiro.

“Thanks, boss! Do you have any extras? Usually they give us more.” Kiro tried to put it on one-handed, nodding in your direction. Venues always gave him more than one freebie so he could do giveaways for his fans. He pulled out another one, ignoring Kiro’s teasing about using it for himself.

“I’ve done enough walking, thank you. You know, because someone disappeared!” the manager had finally lost all of his venom and hot air, looking tired and relieved. He attached your bracelet gently, asking you to keep an eye on Kiro and have him back in time to put on the costume. “Thank you, Miss...” he trailed off, eyebrow raising expectantly for an answer.

Kiro stiffened, cheeks growing hot when he realized not even he knew your name! Ugh, lame!

“[Y/N]”, you rolled your wrist and flexed your hand. Not too tight! Perfect!

“[Y/N],” Kiro repeated softly, offering his hand. He gave you a polite, closed-lip smile. You took it hesitantly, only half listening to Kiro’s logic that he might not be discovered if he looked like an average boyfriend. Your heart beat in your ears as his long strides took you farther and farther from the manager.

“Remember!” the manager called out, “No one knows!”

I don’t think they’d believe me, anyways! you thought to yourself as Kiro held open the door. You shook your head as Kiro rattled off all the stuff he wanted to look at before pulling you in a random direction.

#MLQC #Mr. Love: Queen's Choice #Mr. Love: Queen's Choice Kiro #MLQC Kiro #Kiro x Reader #Mr Love queen's choice Kiro

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just-another-voltron-account · 5 years

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Keith sighed, looking drearily at the cash register below him. A bird squawked in a room nearby, and the poor worker ran his half-gloved hand through his bed-headed mullet. He would never admit to it being a mullet, but he had his reasons.

The bell sounded at the front of the store, calling Keith's attention to it. A boy with soft, chestnut hair walked in, winking an ocean eye at the worker.

Lance, a regular visitor to this shop.

"Hey~, Mullet", he called out walking up to the counter and leaning half his weight on it, leaving his arm out in front of him. His smirk blinded Keith momentarily before he took in another heavy sigh.

"Hello, Lance", he said, with disinterest dripping in every part of it.

He clicked a few buttons on the register to just look busy, and then moved over to the clipboard at the side of the counter Lance wasn't leaning on to check the inventory for the third time in the last half hour.

"What do you want this time?" He asked, trying his best to look as invested in the papers in front of him.

"Hm", Lance started, and Keith already knew he was in trouble. Lance leaned back and put his hands in his jean pockets.

"Ah, right, I remember now!" Keith sighed. Again. Shiro was never going to hear the end of this from him, if he had any say in it. Why did Lance have to be the cutest and most annoying person he's ever met?

Wait-cutest? Never crossed his mind, didn't think it, nope.

..fine. He was cute. But a super annoying asshole that just won't. shut. up.

"I wanted to ask you out!"

Keith dropped his clipboard and stood staring at the mess of papers on the floor.

He cleared his throat and spoke.

"Yeah... I'm sorry but what?"

Keith looked him dead in the eyes.

Big.

Mistake.

Lance looked so hopeful, and had this soft smile on his face that once it reached his eyes, Keith felt like he was in an hour glass that changes with emotions.

Keith is doomed.

"Well, there's this new coffee shop down the street, which you might've already known about, but I haven't tried anything there yet and it would be awesome if I could grab a coffee with you?"

Lance rubbed the back of his neck, then looked up to Keith again, praying for an answer.

Keith just stood there, looking at him with wide eyes.

Lance slouched in disappointment.

"I'm sorry, I knew it was a bad idea. I just came in here to annoy you and see if you could handle how annoying I can be, and boy, you have godly patience. That's... Everything I really need in somebody, to be honest. Just for them to be patient with me, and you've done that every tiring day since I first walked in. But... again, I'm sorry. I'll get out if your hair, now. Bye, Keith."

With that, Lance turned around, and walked out of the store with his head held high but a depressing aura.

"Fuck. Holy shit. What the fuck. What the actual, fucking fuck, was that? He??? Asked me out??? What the fuck???"

Keith looked back outside and saw Lance slumping at the bus stop across the street, waiting for the next one to come in. That was in 2 minutes.

Keith thought aloud.

"Wait, do I want to go on that date? Oh shit, he's probably not gonna come back here after that bus leaves oh God oh NO IT CAME EARLY."

Keith shot through the glass door, nearly breaking the bell with it, and darted across the street, just barely missing oncoming traffic. Quite a few horns honked after him. Once Keith reached the other side of the street, Lance already had one foot on the bus.

"Lance!"

Keith leaned down and panted a bit, catching his breath.

When he looked up, Lance was looking at him with glassy, curious eyes.

"C'mon kid, I don't got all day here."

The bus driver snapped Lance back to reality, and with that he stepped on the bus and the doors slammed behind him.

Keith could only watch with heavy disappointment as the blue vehicle sped away and blended into traffic. But not before Keith saw it's next stop.

It was a mall nearby, maybe about 5 miles, and Keith could easily get there quickly on his motorcycle if he tried. Of course, there was no guarantee Lance would get off there, but it was worth a shot.

∆

"Jeez, buddy, you look like death."

A kind, comforting voice said.

"I feel like death. You know that cute boy? The one who runs the cash register there from 9-12 then from 1-5?"

"How could I not? You never shut up about him."

A nerdy asshole kid said.

"Shut up, Pidge, at least Hunk cares about me."

He turned back to the latter person me mentioned.

"As I was saying, I finally got the guts to ask him out and he BRUTALLY rejected me. Like, didn't say a single word afterward, just stared at me like I was some insane asylum escapee."

"I'm sorry, man. There's always next time?"

"Next time? With who? Nobody has the patience to talk to me, let alone be with me. I mean, of course, except for you guys, but we're like family and neither of you are my type."

"And emo boy is?"

"...yes."

Lance looked over to Pidge to see them looking over his shoulder, studying something really hard.

When Lance followed their gaze, the first thing he noticed was pale skin. Then long, raven hair, and finally amethyst eyes.

"Shit that's him!"

Lance moved and hid behind Pidge.

"Shut up, you wimp, just go talk to him."

"Hell no! He probably came here to make fun of me."

"Nope, that's it, I'm figuring out why he's here."

"Pidge! No!"

"Hey, Hot Topic, what'cha need?"

Keith turned around and gave them a specific 'really?' look.

"Are you talking to me?"

"No, there's some other emo dude in a leather jacket here. Yes, you! You look like you're looking for something, can we help?"

Keith walked closer to them so they didn't have to yell across the store, but not close enough that he could see Lance.

"Actually... Um, have you seen a guy with tan skin, ocean blue eyes and chestnut hair?"

"That's hella specific, you in love with the dude or someth'n?"

"Um, well, no, but he's cute and you can't blame me for that. He asked me out about 15 minutes ago but my fucking social skills are absolute shit and I just stared at him instead of answering."

"Jesus, dude, your social skills are shit."

"I'm an orphan for a reason."

"Woah, dude, didn't mean to offend you or anything."

"Oh... Stupid social skills, that was supposed to be a joke."

"Yeah, whatever. Anyways, your Cuban dude, Lance, right? We're pretty good friends with him and he came in a few minutes ago."

Pidge looked around themselves to not see any sign of Lance.

"He hasn't left the store, but I don't know where he is."

"Alright, thank you."

And with that, Keith dashed off.

"Hunk, did you see Lance leave?"

"Nope."

"Fucking ninja."

∆

Keith kept is steps as quiet as he could (with boots, it wasn't very effective), looking around corners and traveling through aisles one by one. Why'd he have to pick Wal-Mart? Why not, I don't know, a telephone booth? Yeah, wishful thinking since they don't really exist around here, but anything small would do the trick.

He came across a mini-hallway for the employees and froze. If Lance's friends work here, he probably has access to employee-locked things. There were public bathrooms, and of course checked them first, (Two were locked, but he could see the shoes underneath the stalls and they were definitely too ugly for Lance's taste. Yes, he knew Lance's taste, shut up.) then he was down to only two doors: One was a grey door with a keyhole, which Keith figured was a storage closet, and another one was a normal door with a 'employees only' plaque on it. Keith automatically assumed Lance didn't have a key, but he didn't exactly have access to employees privileges. He'd have to ask the weird person at the front who couldn't be older than 16.

He dashed towards where they were when he came to be heavily relieved they were still there.

"Hey, found him yet?"

They asked as soon as Keith walked up next to them. They didn't look up, and Keith is terrified.

"Um, no, but considering he's friends with you I'm assuming he has permission to go into the break room, or whatever that door near the bathrooms is?"

Pidge looked up, quite impressed by coming to such a conclusion.

"You assumed right. Manager doesn't even bat an eye at this point, but you have freedom to check. Just say Pidge let ya try to find Lance, he'll understand. But you might have to say you work at a pet shop."

"What? Um... Why?"

"Lance, as you've seen, isn't very quiet. And he talks about you. A. Lot."

"Oh... Well, I'm gonna go check there, cya."

And he was off.

∆

"Hello there, boy! What'cha doing back here? There is an employee's only sign on the door you're about to open."

Keith turned around, seeing the nametag 'Coran'. Just under that was the word 'Manager'.

"Oh, I'm looking for Lance. Pidge sent me."

"Hmmm... I don't know why they didn't search themselves or have Hunk do it. Anything specific going on?"

"Oh, Pidge said saying that I work at a Pet Shop might help?"

"Oh, that helps plenty! Go ahead in, pal! Good luck."

"Thanks..."

Coran walked off, and as soon as he turned the corner he turned the knob and opened the door.

Sitting right there, in a chair at the middle table, was Lance.

Keith quietly closed the door behind him, but when he looked back at Lance, he had terror in his eyes and looked ready to bolt at a moments notice.

"Um... Hey..."

"Look, I know that I'm stupid and talkative and far too annoying and I shouldn't have asked you out in the first place, but please don't make fun of me. I feel guilty already."

"Lance..."

Keith sat down, pity and guilt dripping in his voice. Lance looked the other way, the floor suddenly being very interesting.

"I'm sorry."

"Yeah, but you don't want to go on a date, I get it-"

"Lance."

Lance stopped talking and looked at him.

"Let me finish."

Lance softly nodded.

"I'm sorry I gave you that impression. That's not what I had meant at all, just... I've never been asked out before, nonetheless by somebody cute, and my lack of social skills was no help. I know what I'm saying can't justify my actions, but I hope you can forgive me."

Keith looked up from the table, where his vision had fell while ranting, to seeing an unreadable Lance looking at him.

"You think I'm cute?"

"THAT'S WHAT YOU GOT OUT OF THAT?!"

"uM"

"Alright, this was stupid, if my brother wasn't my manager then I would be fired, I'm going to call him but I'm sorry I bothered you."

"Wait!"

Keith stopped midway from standing up and cautiously sat down, very confused.

"I...um... You weren't... I forgive you. There. That's a great place to start, right?"

"You know far more than me when it comes to that, but I appreciate it."

"Alright, sweet, so, do you not want to talk to me again, or...?"

"What? Why would I want that?"

"Well, I was a complete ass to you then sprung a date request out of nowhere. I'd be pissed, man."

"Well, I'm not."

Keith smiled, while Lance visibly relaxed, however slightly.

"Um.... Then what did you want to say to me, Keith?"

"Yes."

Lance was startled into confusion.

"Yes, what?"

"Yes, we can meet up for coffee."

A wide grin fell across their faces, knowing that something big was starting.

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bakugou-tm · 6 years

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Omg it’s open!! I absolutely looove your writing! Can I request a scenario where Bakugou’s female crush got caught under a Villain’s quirk that switches her perspective of people she loves into villains and the only way to get out of it was a kiss? Bakugou ends up having to fight her and kisses her in the end maybe with a fluffy confession? Or she doesn’t remember?! Whatever you’d like!! ❤️❤️

Mmmmm what a spicy request, actually sounds pretty interesting. I hope this is what you were looking for! Sorry if it got a little crappy at the end, it’s a bit long :’)

“Just be careful until we get there okay?” A gruff voice shouted into the small intercom piece in your ear, the voice laced with worry even if it sounded angry.

Letting out a sigh you rolled your eyes as you walked down the long allyway, using your fire quirk to light the dark street, “Yeah yeah, I’ll be fine sparky. Take your time.”

A soft giggle escaped your lips when you heard a growl from the other side and a string of curses along with a mini lecture on how you aren’t aloud to call him sparky before thankfully you hung up, just leaving you and a small black cat sitting on top of a dumpster.

“He really doesn’t think I can handle myself,” You spoke to the cat in a dull voice, sauntering over to the small creature while stroking it’s head, “I was top of my class at UA, just because I wasn’t in Class A doesn’t mean anything.”

Looking down to the fluffy creature you scoffed when it purred in response to your rant, ruffling it’s head before the sound of a thud came behind you.

Without second thought you spun around, flames igniting in one hand while the other was clenched, your (e/c) orbs scanning the alleyway, “Come out now, or I will take you with force.”

“Is this ‘he’ a boyfriend, perhaps?”

Blinking in confusion at the question you couldn’t help but look around for where the silky voice had come from, “W..What? What are you talking about, who are you?”

A soft, almost taunting chuckle was heard before you followed by a shadow slowly making it’s way until the figure was revealed, “You seem flustered dear.”

Freezing in your position you took in the woman’s look; from her sickly purple uniform, dull grey skin, and piercing emerald eyes, her entire presence sent chills down your spine. The sinister smirk on her face not helping much.

“Stay right where you are.” You warned, seeming to come back to reality as she neared you, her slowly swaying hips continuing their taunting movements.

The woman simply laughed at your command, ignoring the sparking flames in your palm, “What a woman can’t wonder about a pretty girl’s love life like you?”

“Stop messing around, I don’t have time for this!” You growled, shooting your palm forward sending a stream a flames towards the lady but as they neared her form she seemed to fizz away.

Cursing to yourself you looked around until you saw her form behind you, whatever her quirk was there was more than one aspect to it.

“No need to be feisty girl, I just want to talk,” The woman purred, running her fingers through your (h/c) locks causing you to whip around before she fizzed away again, an annoyed growl escaping your lips, “A lonely woman like me craves such drama amongst you millennials, can you blame me?”

Biting your lip you clenched your fists, the thought of Bakugou re-entering your mind. The ash blond had been your crush ever since you came to the energy, his exploding passion for his job and confidence in the field grabbed your attention from the moment you left. But sadly, the boy never responded to your flirtatious attempts the way you wanted him to. He basically did everything but say he didn’t like you in return, but still your heart seeked the boy, haunting your thoughts every second of the day and night.

“There’s no drama for you to hear anyway,” You said in a dull tone, your eyes shifting to the floor as you let out a small sigh, “He’s not the least bit interested in me in return.”

The sound of her dark chuckling sent the familiar chills down your spine again, your eyes flicking up to her nearing body, “Oh that’s perfect my dear.”

“P..Perfect? What do you.. How could you-” But suddenly your words were cut off by the sound of a familiar angry tone shouting your name.

“Katsuki?”

“Oooo is that him?” The woman purred, a smirk appearing on her features as you whipped your head to the sound of his voice, “I’ll see you on the other side my dear.”

Tilting your head you whipped around to her, ready to question her statement until a green sort of energy began to swarm your head, your vision growing darker by the second.

“W..What did you… W..Wai…” Your words were cut off when you lost all control of your body, your form crashing with the cement as you weakly looked up to the woman. Her smirk was still plastered on her lips while she waved her fingers to you, then all went black.

————-

“(S/o)?” Bakugou yelled, Kirishima and Kaminari accompanied behind him as they walked around the dark streets of Musutafu.

Mina, Todoroki, and Sero were sent off in the other direction to look for you and the villain while the three boys made their way on this side of the city.

The ash blond let out a growl, his fists clenched as the two boys walked behind him cautiously, “I told that dip shit to be careful, I swear when I find her I’ll…”

Just as he was ready to finish his threat, the three froze when they saw your body shriveled up in the middle of an alleyway by yourself, your body seeming to be trembling from something.

“(S/O)!” Bakugou shouted, making a mad dash for your form while the two followed behind.

While the ash blond lifted you up on your back to see your unconcious face his blond friend snorted down to the scene, “When you find her you’ll what now? Lift her up bridal style?”

Bakugou whipped his head around to the sparking hero, his crimson eyes narrowed in an intense glare while Kirishima nudged his friend to shut up.

Looking back down to you the ash blond felt around your face, his eyes narrowed while he looked you up and down, “She’s alive.. but she’s so cold, (s/o) is always a hot box I don’t understand-”

Suddenly the boy stopped when your eyes shot open, body growing tense in his arms, all seemed normal except for the fact that your usual (e/c) orbs were an emerald green, almost glowing in a sickly manor.

“(S..S/o), are you alright?” Kirishima asked softly, the two heroes bending down next to Bakugou to look at your form before your eyes narrowed darkly.

Without a second to breath your palm lit up with intense flames, firing it at the three boys while jumping out of Bakugou’s arms, both hands raised defensively. While the three heroes were able to dodge most of your flames, the force was still enough to knock all three back.

“What the fuck.. (s/o) what’s wrong with you?!” The ash blond shouted, dusting off ash from his arms while narrowing his eyes to your defensive form.

It wasn’t until a dark chuckle was heard from behind you that the three boys noticed the sickly looking woman behind you on top of a dumpster, “That’s right (s/o), they are the villains. They hurt your friends, your family, even the one you loved!”

Noticing the way your teeth grit angrily the pro-heroes slowly began to realize what was happening, all of the puzzle pieces coming together to an ugly picture.

“That’s why her eyes are glowing green! She’s being like.. haunted!” Kaminari said with wide golden eyes, the woman laughing at his rather late observation.

“Correct my boy, and now you’re going to feel her wrath!”

With wide eyes the three looked back to your body but it wasn’t there, instead you had launched yourself into the air with both fists aimed to the three followed by a large gust of flames. Your friends barely dodged it in time, some of their uniforms being singed from the heavy blow.

“(S/o) you’re being brainwashed! It’s us, your friends!” Kaminari shouted, dodging most of your close range attacks until you jumped up and kicked off his head causing him to stumble forward before you spun around in mid air and sent a stream of flames onto his back.

Both Kirishima and Bakugou cringed at the harsh attack, watching their naive friend fall to the ground in pain as you landed, your head whipping over to them with a dangerous look in your eyes.

“Oi oi (s/o) snap out of it!” Bakugou shouted as the two clenched their fists while you ran to them, the ash blond’s words seeming to fly past your head as you sent to punches his way, flames going along with each strike knocking the boy back against the cement.

Glaring over to Kirishima you lunged out towards him, throwing a punch to his face before he caught it with his hardened palm, “(S/o) please, I don’t want to hurt you!”

Ignoring the red haired boy you continued your rapid punches, each one being caught in his hand causing the flames to die down, letting out an annoyed growl you swung your kneed to his gut, hitting him hard enough for him to stumble back in pain. Taking advantage of the blow you lifted your leg up to send a stream of flames to finish him off before the boy grabbed your leg and spun you around.

Wobbling off balance you quickly stood back firm in your place before facing back towards him, palm lit and ready to fire until he head butted you with enough force to fly backwards, your body rolling against the cement as you groaned in pain.

“Don’t hurt her shitty hair!” Bakugou growled, slowly getting up from the dented wall as Kirishima frowned, quickly jogging over to your body.

The red haired boy kneeled down next to you, moving your body off it’s side to make sure you were okay before a stream of flames was fired at his chest sending the boy flying across the alley and into the opened dumpster.

With a stubborned growl you shakily stood up, Kirishima’s attack still taking a toll on your body while you face Bakugou, teeth grit angrily.

Bakugou looked your furious and defensive form up and down with wide eyes, before making his way up to your glowing emerald orbs.

This wasn’t you, this wasn’t (l/n) (f/n). The real you wouldn’t be doing this right now, and the real you needed to come back before it was too late, because just like any other villain the ash blond would be forced to take you down with or without force.

“C’mon snap the fuck out of it (s/o)!” Bakugou shouted, growing more annoyed as you walked closer to him with flaming hands while the woman laugh sinisterly to the two of you, “You’re stronger than this!”

Cracking your knuckles you narrowed your eyes to the boy while sending a stream of flames towards his face which he easily dodged.

“Look (s/o) I don’t wanna fight with you but if you don’t cut this bullshit I’m gonna have to.” The ash blond warned, his fists beginning to crackle before he noticed you get in a fighting stance, a look of disappointment on his expression.

Bakugou was pretty sure he has had nightmares of this very moment, his one true crush trying to murder him out of pure wrath and anger. Even though he knew she was being brainwashed, the disgusted way she looked down to him made the boy feel sick to the stomach. What if they couldn’t get you back? What if you were stuck loathing his existence forever? He never even got the chance to say…

“I hate you!”

The ash blond was so lost in thought he hadn’t even noticed your form flying down towards him, your fist smashing into the ground sending a rush of flames toward him, effectively knocking him back into the wall.

Letting out a growl you ran to the wall ready to smash his face in accompanied by your flaming hand until he dodged your his just barely and kicked his leg out from under you sending you falling to the ground with a thud.

Groaning you rubbed your head and looked up to him, his face mixed with anger and concern. Taking advantage of us unstable state you kicked your leg up, sending the powerful rush of fire up against his face, giving you time to roll away and pop back up to fight.

Now Bakugou was annoyed, he couldn’t hold back anymore. If there was any chance left to save you from being stuck like this forever he needed to get you down and quick.

“Why you trying to run? Afraid I’ll kick your ass?” Bakugou sneered, his face going from anger to satisfaction when he saw your eye begin to twitch.

You may be brainwashed, but that didn’t take away your personality. Any hearing of a challenge or someone calling you out made your skin crawl, he knew setting you off like this would make your rationality go to rage.

“I’m not afraid of anything!” You screamed, running to him with a punch coiled back until he blasted up and over you causing you to come to a screeching shot. Quickly you whipped your head back to see where he had gone before a sharp explosion came against your back causing you to yelp in pain while falling to the ground.

The ash blond cringed slightly at your sounds of pain, especially since he was the one causing them, but he was holding back his full blasting power and knew he had to at least get you down.

Whenever you were focused or passionate about a fight your attacks would be close range and skillfully made, but when you were in a state of anger like now your attacks became more powerful yet sloppy and not full thought through.

Groaning in pain you weakly got up before new flames ignited in your hands, the same glare still plastered on your face, “Stop toying with me!”

Bakugou narrowed his crimson eyes back to you, watching how you blasted flames below you to launch yourself into the air like he had, since he knew the move you were attempting he grabbed your wrist and yanked you down so not to attack from behind. The pro-hero expected this to be the final blow to keep you down until your legs snaked around his under arms and you wrenched your body backwards with as much strength as you could sending the ash blond flying against the pavement.

With shocked eyes Bakugou sat up, shocked that you had pulled such a skilled move before he noticed your form flying down to him with a battle cry. The ash blond just barely rolled out of the way in time to avoid your flaming fist, the road where he once laid now dented from your pure wrath.

“Get back here you-” You began before the ash blond igniting an explosion at your legs, sending you falling on your back while you grunted in shock.

Bakugou quickly pounced on top of you, holding down your struggling form while dodging any flames that escaped your mouth or open palms.

“L..Let me go!” You cried, eyes glowing a sickly green while you shouted in anger, “You’ll pay for hurting Katsuki!”

Suddenly the ash blond froze, while his grip was still firm on you his expression blanked in confusion. Hurting Katsuki? What was she talking about?

Growling angrily you shoved against his firm hold, furious that he was seeming to effortlessly hold you down while he was deep in thought.

Blinking in surprise Bakugou looked over to the evil woman that was watching with a smirk, taking notice of the same glowing green eyes that you had. She was making you think that good guys were bad and bad guys were good, but if he could convince you he was a good guy...

“I swear if you make fun of me after this I’ll murder you..” Bakugou hissed under his breath before his face neared yours, your green eyes widening as you shook your head attempting to hide your face from his.

“Stop! Get away you creep, stop!” You screamed before his rough lips met yours.

At first he was met with scrunched up lips, assumingely because you were disgusted at first, but as your soft lips eventually melted into his and your arms stopped straining against your own the ash blond knew something had to of worked.

“(S/o) I like you... I like you a lot.” Bakugou admitted with closed eyes once he pulled away from you, his hands clenching around your own desperately while he grit his teeth. This wasn’t the way he had imagined he would confess to you, but he had to at least let you know before he lost you.

The boy felt a bitter tug in his heart, the sad truth that you were stuck like this forever when you gave no response to his confession seemed to be happening until your frail fingers wrapped around his own.

Bakugou’s crimson eyes widened as he looked down to you to see your normal (e/c) orbs back to normal, looking up to the pro-hero breathlessly.

“K..Katsuki...” You whispered softly while looking into his eyes shakily. You weren’t sure how you got here, why Bakugou was hovering over you, or what was going on; the only thing you focused on was that Bakugou Katsuki had just kissed you and admitted he loved you. Was this a dream?

“No you idiot!” A voice shrieked, shifting both of your dazed expressions over to the growling woman who’s palms were glowing a bright green, “You weren’t supposed to actually love her! My plan was working so well!”

Blinking for a second, the memories of this wicked woman suddenly began to flow back to you, your eyes narrowing as you sat up from underneath Bakugou.

“Y..You witch!” You cried, palm beginning to flame up before you crumpled back to the ground while holding your head, for some reason your head was ringing.

The woman only cackled at your weak form with a smirk on her face, watching as the ash blond quickly held onto your swaying body while glaring up to her, “You wouldn’t beat me in the state your in sweetheart, the poison is still in your blood!”

Bakugou growled at the open threat to you, his hands beginning to spark as he set you against the ground softly before standing over your body, “I’ll take your ugly ass down my fucking self you crazy bitch.”

“Oooo you’re even feistier than the girl, I guess you’ll be fun to play with.” The villain purred as the new idea began to swirl around her head, her hands glowing a dark green.

With wide eyes you struggled to push yourself off the ground, begging Bakugou to hold back before she brainwashed him as well, but before anything could happen a yellow bolt of electricity shocked the woman from behind, her body beginning to twitch before she crumpled to the ground unconscious.

Kaminari stood behind the woman, a grin on his face while Kirishima stood next to him with hardened arms just to be safe, never had you been so happy to see the three boys.

“(S/o) are you feeling better?” Kirishima asked with concerned eyes while he knelt down to Bakugou who was already at your side again, allowing you to lean your weight onto his side.

Groaning softly you nodded your head while running your fingers through your hair, “Y..Yeah I’m fine. That lady just came out of no where and she got me distracted and...”

“What was she distracting you about?” Kaminari questioned with a grin on his face, all four obviously knowing what sparked this event after revealing the woman’s quirk causing Bakugou and Kirishima to glare at the oblivious boy.

Kirishima quickly grabbed Kaminari by the arm while lifting up the unconcious villain over his shoulder, “Why don’t you too have some alone time and we’ll meet you at the agency, we’ll let Todoroki know we got the villain.”

Both of you nodded slowly to the red headed boy, grateful he understood how tricky the situation was before the two boys disappeared around the corner.

It was silent for a few minutes, between not knowing what to be said and just enjoying the feel of resting against Bakugou, none of you wanted to spark the first word.

“Look (s/o), about what I said..”

“Do you really like me?” You quickly blurted out, your sparkling orbs looking up to his with fear and doubt in them. Of course he had just kissed you, but for all you knew it could’ve been just to break whatever trance you were in before.

Bakugou blinked in surprise, his mouth left agape while he looked around to think of a response, he could just admit it to you and finally seek your true feelings for him, but then on the other hand the thought of you turning him down was a worse alternative.

Seeing the boy ponder over the question for what seemed like forever you let out a sigh, your eyes going to your fingers as you fidgeted with them, “B..Because I like you, I liked you from the very first day we met.”

Now this caught the boy by surprise, his crimson eyes widening down to your heavily blushing form as you avoided eye contact. This was definitely going down as the worst moment of your life.

“Sorry I didn’t mean to throw it out all at once, if you just help me up I can lea-”

Suddenly your words were interrupted with the harsh feeling of his lips smacking against yours. The first time you kissed it was soft and desperate, but this time it was intense and passionate. Like every little word and emotion the ash blond wanted to show you he put into one kiss.

Without hesitation you kissed Bakugou back, your arms holding onto the metal pads atop his shoulders while you pressed your lips against his with every ounce of love you’ve held back from him these past months.

It felt good to know you liked each other, it felt even better to be pressed up against one another in a passionate kiss. Even when you both broke away you still felt closer to each other than you had ever been.

Looking up into those beautiful crimson eyes that were already staring down at you, you smiled when he kissed at your lips one last time before whispering, “Me too.”

With a satisfied sigh you held onto him while he lifted your limp form off the ground, grateful he was willing to carry you in your dizzy state.

“Let’s get your ass back to the agency now, you better believe I have a long fucking lecture for you.” Bakugou hissed, but even in his angry tone his eyes were soft upon looking down to you as you smiled up to him.

Kissing at the soft flesh of his cheek you smiled at the warm tint spreading around his face before finally resting your head against his chest, “Thank you Katsuki.”

The soft hum rumbling from his chest was enough to make you feel warm inside, feeling the safest you had ever been in his warm embrace. And as he carried you to the others you knew without a doubt..

This was definitely going down as the best moment of your life.

#katsuki bakugou #bnha bakugou #bakugou #bakugou x reader #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #enjoyyy

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imaginexmeintheuniverse · 7 years

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Friends?

Part 3

An awesome anon requested: “Heyyyyyy!!!! Can I request a Peter Parker imagine where you and Peter are dating but none of the avengers (particularly the one Ur related to) and Ur trying to keep it secret but ppl begin to find out! Could u possibly base it off of everyone in friends finding out about Monica and chandler? Just a small idea! U don’t have to do it if u have other ones or Ur too busy!!!! Ur amazing!!!!!”

Pairing: Peter Parker x Fem!Reader

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1, 368

Tags: @coltcas

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A/N: This will probably be the longest part in this mini series sorry I’ve been crap at updating lately. Posting this whilst I am away on vacation in LA I hope you like this part! *not proofread read at your own risk*

You and Wanda hit it off from the first day. You bonded over your powers, helped each other control them, and soon became best friends. The two of you complement each other perfectly, and you tell each other everything like any other pair of best friends. Which is why it kills you not telling her this.

If you’re being perfectly honest with yourself, you had no idea what it was like to have a best friend until you Wanda became a part of your life. You had your uncle Scott, but that’s not exactly the same thing. Together, you felt like you could have happy moments of normalcy despite leading a lives of chaos whether it be as simple as sharing the same breakfast cereal in the morning at the kitchen counter or sharing your innermost thoughts over a late-night snack.

You knew she would find out sooner rather than later, but as your relationship with Peter progressed, and seeing as three people too many already knew, it just never seemed to be the right time to tell her. She had definitely noticed something off about you lately. However, when she asked you about it, you gave her lame excuses about being tired or having a tough time with the intensive home-schooling program Tony is putting you through.

Her suspicions were confirmed when you left your phone on the couch during one of your movie nights. You were in the bathroom and your phone started buzzing with a call from your secret boyfriend. By the time she had found it lodged between the couch cushions, the ringing had stopped, and whoever called was leaving you a voice message. She thought about speaking to let him know she had answered the phone and he could talk to you as soon as you came back, but what he was saying was too cute to stop him, and she couldn’t give away her cover at that point. Her suspicions were further confirmed when Vision phased through the wall whilst she was listening to Peter talk on speaker. Although he is a man- or rather artificial man of few expressions, Wanda could read him like a book the second their eyes met. To her it was obvious that he knew. Just as she was about to grill him for information you came back from the bathroom, and they stowed away their knowing glances, resolving to speak about it later. Which they did with Nat and Sam, swearing her to secrecy.

Hurt that you didn’t tell her about this, she tried to coax you into admitting your secret relationship every occasion she could. Each time, you had managed to lie smoothly, avert the subject, or avoided having any one-on-one encounters with her where she’d have the opportunity to do so. This led to you seeing her less, and the two of you growing apart. You missed your best friend and you knew that she knew you were lying to her, but you simply couldn’t find the words to do so as well as giving her a legitimate reason why you hid this from her.

Your best friend is indecisive, albeit when she does have her mind made up, it’s for good. Today is the day she will catch you in the act, and you will not be weaseling out of it.

“I’ve given her a lot of chances to tell me the truth about her and Peter, and she keeps lying to me! I can’t take it anymore!” Her usual placid tone is irate as she rants to Vision who sits across the kitchen counter from where she paces back and forth. Vision listens to her quietly- not that she’d listen to any of his protests anyways. “I’m going up there right now, and I am confronting them right now.”

Vision does nothing to stop her since he knows there’s no use, so watches her stomp her way to your room where you and Peter are cuddling. Her angry footsteps turn to quiet socks sliding on the smooth floor as she pads her way to bust you two. You lay comfortably in Peter’s arms, his soft sweater hanging loosely over your smaller frame. The topic of conversation coincidentally leads to how dangerously close Wanda has been to catching you two in the act lately, just as she’s about to open your door to confront you.

“Peter, were both terrible liars,” you reason with him. “And I hate having to lie to Wanda.”

“But we’re not ready to tell yet.”

“I know, but it’s just that-” You pause for a moment, thinking maybe it doesn’t have to be that complicated; maybe you don’t have to hide one of the greatest things that’s ever happened to you from your best friend. “Wanda has been there for me since the beginning of this whole superhero thing, and she’s the only person who knows what it’s like to have powers like mine; to be feared and judged by people for something I couldn’t control at the time. We tell each other everything, and I miss her so much; she’s my best friend.”

She never thought she could ever have a best friend like any other teenage girl could, and especially after her brother’s death in Sokovia, she never thought she’d be able to trust anyone as much as she trusts you. Hearing that you do want to tell her and that you never meant to hurt her is enough for her to give the space you need. She trusts that you will tell her when you are ready, and until then, she’ll let up so you two can resume your friendship. She leaves, but not before her socks slip on the floor that definitely was not that smooth before and falls back on the door to avoid sprawling on the floor. Unrealistically hoping you didn’t hear the really loud pounding noise it made, she attempts to run away, only to have you open the door to see a disheveled Wanda.

“O-Oh my- Wanda! W-What are you doing here?” You’re both caught off guard and end up being stuttering messes, talking over each other and stumbling over your words.

“Hi! Uh- I- uh, wanted to borrow your- your hairdryer, but I see your busy right now-”

“What Peter is doing in my room is, uh… He’s tutoring me!”

“Yeah?”

“Uh-huh,” you hum, the uncertainty clear in every word you pronounce. “I’ve been doing terribly awful in physics.” You internally kick yourself for the blatantly obvious lie; you could have named literally any other subject but you chose the one you were actually excelling in.

“Uh yeah-”

“You know, when I told you earlier that I was tired, I was just embarrassed that I’m having such a hard time with this schooling program- A-And Peter has been helping me out so I don’t have to disappoint Uncle Scott. He’s been a big help I’m doing so much better.”

“Well that’s great! That you’re, um, getting the help you need.” Wanda’s eyes dart around the hallway, trying to avoid eye-contact with you. You are terrible at lying to her and she’s trying so hard to help you out so you can feel like you don’t have to walk on eggshells around her. “I guess I’ll go ask to borrow Nat’s hairdryer then.”

“A-And I’ll get back to studying.”

There’s a moment of silence where Wanda thinks about how happy she is for you, and you think about how grateful you are to have a friend like her. Wanda can’t contain her joy anymore.

“I’m so glad that you found such a good tutor,” she says, her voice slightly cracking as she pulls you in for a hug. Of course what she really means to say is that she’s overjoyed that you found a great guy. The hug only lasts for a second before she takes off again.

“I never thought Wanda would be that gullible.” Peter pokes his head out from your room.

“Yeah.” You roll your eyes at Peter’s naivety. His arm reaches out to grab you by the waist and pull you back in, shutting the door behind you.

“Now come here, we gotta get back to studying.”

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