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corpsehusband-simp · 2 years

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here me out🥵

Corpse Husband x reader😏

Reader is a pro minecraft player and i mean MAD GENIUS OF MINECRAFT

while their streaming on the dreamsmp, tommy also streaming at the dream smp and he's with corpse😩, tommy saw her building and ask to join their vc, there tommy introduce noob corpse (im sorry corpie) to reader and ask her to teach him how to play it because hes new and reader is good good at minecraft, there reader show their talent to corpse and corpse is amaze

Corpse:🤩

A/N: LET ME KNOW IF I SHOULD DO A PART TWO!!This was such a cute request, I absolutely love writing for Corpse so if you guys have more requests please send them!!!

“No, no Chat I think I’m gonna put the chest here” You pointed your character towards the side of your room in Minecraft that you wanted to put it. “Okay now that we have that sorted let’s go back to building on the outside.” You hummed happily, swaying in your chair as you were building, occasionally talking to your chat until a message popped up on the bottom of your screen,

Tommyinnit: YN

Tommyinnit: JOIN VC

Tommyinnit: PLEASE

You giggled.

“What do you think chat? Should I join?” There was an overwhelming amount of yeses in the chat, a few nos but mostly yes. “For those of you saying no I’m so sorry but I’m gonna join Tommys VC.” You used your second monitor to open discord and join the VC, Immediately you heard Tommy yelling.

“NO NO NO Corpse you are fucking shit at this game.” He laughs loudly before realizing you joined. “YN HELLO!” You hear a deep laugh and know damn well that didn’t come from Tommy.

“Hello Tommy, how are you? and hello deep voice.” Tommy lets out a loud sigh.

“I’m doing pretty good y/n but I’m trying to teach my friend corpse here how to play but its hard. Oh, by the way, Y/n this is Corpse he’s really cool and Corpse this is Y/n they’re a god at Minecraft.” A deep blush creeps up your face at Tommy’s compliment.

“I wouldn’t say a God Tommy.”

“Well I would, you are amazing at this game, your builds are crazy.”

“But Foolished is much better at building than me.”

“Eh agree to disagree I guess.” You both shrug. “Anyways Y/n the whole reason I’ve asked you to join VC is because I need your help to teach Corpse Minecraft.”

“Ahh I see… well I can certainly try.” You bite the inside of your lip thinking for a moment.

“Okay right so the way we are gonna do this is I’m gonna build a basic house and I want you to copy me okay!” Corpse lets out a hesitant okay. You start building a house and Corpse was following along but what you didn’t notice is Corpse stopped building at some point and was just watching you build. You were so focused on trying to explain everything you were doing until you heard Tommy speak.

“They’re amazing right?”

“Yeah they really are” You look up from your build and see Tommy and Corpses characters just staring at you, corpses house was still in the beginning stages.

“You know Corpse it helps to learn if you actually build as well” You tease.

“I’m so sorry it was just-your building-wow” Corpse was at a loss for words at the moment. You giggled which sent the already flustered man over the moon.

“Well I need to end stream but Corpse if you want to keep playing I’m more than happy to.”

“Yeah, I’d like that.”

“Perfect!” You clap your hands together. “Alright guys gals and nonbinary pals it’s time to say goodbye, so until next time goodbyeeee!” You cut the stream and sit back in your chair doing a big stretch.

“Your outro is very cute.”

“Corpse stop flirting!”

“TOMMY!” You yell as a deep blush burns into your skin.

“What?!”

“Dont you have to go to school or something thing?!” Tommy laughs.

“No but I do have to go, I told Tubbo I would play a game with him so bye!” And just like that Tommy disconnected from vc leaving you and Corpse alone.

“Hey Corpse do you live in LA?” Theres a small pause before he answers. “Yeah I do, why?”

“I know you are faceless and stuff, and I totally respect that, but maybe if you wanted to you could come over to my house and I could teach you Minecraft in person. It’s a lot easier to teach that way.” You babble nervously to which Corpse giggles.

“Yeah I’d like that. Its a date.” Corpse says with out thinking. “I-I mean not like a date date-I just- well if you wanted it to be a date-”

“Corpse” You speak soft you. “Its a date” You cant see it but Corpse was smiling the biggest smile hes had in weeks. “Cool” He gives you his number and you text him your address.

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businessbois · 3 years

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hello blue :D i would like to know everything you would like to tell me about your favourite fic you've written

lyssie shrugofgod weirdly-enough this is the kindest thing ever i hope you're ready for vaguely comprehensible ranting.

okay so i couldn't choose between two fics "once i called you brother" and "the art and (mine)craft of war" because i could talk forever about both, but im gonna talk about "once i called you brother" because its the less popular one

heres the link :)

so i basically wrote this fic because i thought that the song "the plagues" from prince of egypt (or at least the opening lines) were incredibly perfect for c!tommy and c!techno and it was a shame that no one did an animatic for it yet. i cannot draw so i just wrote a fic for it.

once i called you brother once i thought the chance to make you laugh was all i ever wanted

is that literally not tommy with techno though?

and then the rest of the song can read as like doomsday or november 16th, you know, them arguing about selfishness and betrayal and all that. the song fucking slaps.

but anyways the fic itself? the opening is inspired by how like, if you didn't know who technoblade was during the beginning of the smp, he would just be this mysterious figure of legend that tommy, wilbur, or dream occasionally talked about. it hit me during the dream v technoblade duel stuff that since techno had never been on the smp before, he was just this invisible dude with a huge reputation and that was so cool to me.

"Alrighty, I've been here before, right?"

"Listen, Techn—Dream..."

these are quotes from tommy that i quoted in the fic. i used to do this a lot, just stick quotes with no context into fics because i assumed everyone had the same precise memory of everything that went on the smp that i did. the first one is referring to tommy being surrounded by people outside the community house and "i've been here before" is him remembering a similar scenario on smpearth and therefore technoblade. the second is when he accidentally calls dream techno (about 30 seconds into this comp) again adding to techno's thing of being just this widely alluded to figure.

"Who do you think will win? My bets on our boy, Dream, but feel free to be wrong."

Niki stays quiet, a small frown on her face.

i feel bad for cutting niki absolutely owning dream with "well, techno's my friend" but it simply couldnt stay in for fic purposes

waking up to a frantic Bitzel muttering about hypothermia and something heavy and red covering his shivering frame.

smpearth is canon because i Want it to be canon and in my canon there's a moment where tommy passes out in the middle of a fight and techno brings him back to business bay wrapped up in his cape because he's technosoft and all their fighting is more like play fighting anyways

Tommy knows that love is earned. That if he does well in some Championships, then his place in the family is secured.

this is inspired by the bet that wilbur and tommy had in like mcc8 that if they placed fifth or higher tommy could be in sbi. in tommy's pov it becomes, "you have to earn your place in this family."

“Because I’m not the vice president.”

this is from one of his exile streams where he's talking to dream about why people won't visit him anymore

Tommy is 10 and too big for his boots.

this section is inspired by tommy's story of how he met techno as told in this storytime.

there is something that flickers at the back of his mind when the ratty zombie child calls him The Blade.

i think it's so incredibly special that everybody calls techno The Blade but like,, that's tommy's nickname for him. theres this moment where tommy's talking about giving techno a nickname and techno's like "you call me The Blade!' again, everybody calls techno The Blade, but he tells tommy "you call me The Blade." like i don't know how to articulate this but, that's tommy's nickname for him. they're brothers.

Tommy's been to war with soft, pale blues.

ae reference because again, smpearth is canon cuz i said

Tommy is 13 and standing over the remains of Business Bay's storage area.

this is an smpearth thing. wisp and vop did a whole grief of business bay, it was very dramatic very tragic. the thing with techno coming to business bay to talk to tommy is from this comic and i hold this headcanon close to my heart.

"Tommy, if anyone gives you trouble—and I mean serious trouble, not the kind we have—you tell me.”

Tommy hears an echo of similar words from the man who just burnt down everything he’s worked for.

"Tommy, anyone that touches you fucks with me... I will kill Techno if it takes me all of my life to prepare for it, you understand me?"

im so proud of this parallel between wisp and techno man you have no clue. okay, so like i said before, the ae versus bb thing in my head is very much like play fighting. sometimes it gets serious like the scenario which is happening in the fic where things actually get destroyed. that's because they're stubborn teenaged boys and conflicts can go from fun to actual trouble real quick. these "similar words" and the following quote are references to one of my favorite wisp moments ever. wisp, for anyone unclear on smpearth backstory, was a part of business bay before he betrayed them for the antarctic empire. he was also the one who burnt down the storage area which is why tommy's remembering this quote so bitterly.

Tommy rolls his eyes. "I pinky promise, Technoblade." He sticks out his little finger like a challenge.

the pinky promising is Canon from like the post-exile streams i think and i headcanon it as something tommy just does with people

and so this is to put context to the "using techno" thing. because i've always kinda viewed as like calling in a friend (or a big brot—[gunshot]) in for help so this part of the fic gives it the background to be like that

But then, Tommy is 16 and standing in a cataclysm, once again watching everything he’s worked for get destroyed by a man who swore to protect him.

this line solidifies that parallel to wisp where techno made a similar promise to protect tommy and now he's destroying everything tommy's worked for (business bay in wisp's case, lmanburg in techno's case) im very proud of this parallel.

His tall brown-haired friend from competitions past

wilbur of course, the competitions past being mcm

He collects titles like music discs

i asked my friend for things that people collect and they said "records" and i said "wait—"

Technoblade is 17 and he has no family. He has a friend who makes sure he sleeps. He has a friend who creates bridges and mischief. He has a bug that he still hasn't squashed.

i've always loved the idea of sbi becoming this little found family on smpearth. like they're not super lovely dovey "we're like brothers" but they're so fond of each other and they hang out when they're not pretending to be at war. and so theres still that room to say that they're not family, but like they totally are

Bright blue eyes beg him for some entertainment, so Techno sighs and grabs The Complete Works of William Shakespeare off the shelf.

this headcanon that techno used to read them shakespeare comes from wilbur's offhand comment asking techno to recite king lear to them

Wilbur's planted himself at Techno's side for the duration of the finale, something that he's grateful for. Wilbur's always been his person to lean on for things like this.

inspired by i think wilbur saying that he was techno's like designated extrovert during mcc's and i really love that aspect of their relationship. because techno is looked at as "the older brother" in so many ways, but like in this way, when wilbur's guiding him through social situations and supporting him, he gets to be wilbur soot's little brother.

Technoblade never says I love you, but he reads his baby brother The Twelfth Night instead of Hamlet and ends Theseus' tale after the Minotaur.

this was one of the first things i had written for this fic. so obviously hamlet is a tragedy while the twelfth night is a rocking good time. so like going back to that shakespeare headcanon but techno protecting tommy in the little ways. the theseus part is inspired by me not knowing the rest of theseus' story after he gets home and his dad jumps into the ocean. like the exile and death stuff i didn't hear about until the dsmp so that's where that came from. techno, even though it kind of goes against who he is, leaving theseus' story as a victory where the hero slays the monster, just to give his little brother something with a happy ending

"Do you want to be a hero, Tommy? THEN DIE LIKE ONE!"

i did always think this could be seen as like "well if you want to be a hero, then you can die like one" and leaving off the unspoken "but if you don't want to be--if you choose not to be, then you get to live. so don't be a hero. please don't be a hero." and theres like that little tragedy there that i really love in techno and tommy's relationship. like, i love you, you love me, all i ever wanted was to make you laugh, but we don't speak the same language. we don't understand each other. everything you are is against everything i stand for. so yeah bedrock bros feels. i wrote this long before exile and all that so its even more complicated now gosh.

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starlit-serenade · 3 years

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E'LAST Reacting to Someone Hitting on Their S/O (Maknae Line)

Summary: How would E’LAST's Maknae Line react to someone hitting on you when you are out in public together? 《 Hyung Line 》

Word Count: 1,581 words

Pairing: Reader x Members / Characters: GenderNeutral!Reader; Choi Youngmin (Romin); Won Hyuk; Lee Wonjun (Wonjun); Oh Yejun (Yejun);

Rated: E / Warnings: Jealousy / Genre: GenderNeutral!Reader; Fluff;

《 E'LAST Masterlist 》

Choi Youngmin (Romin)

Romin would likely act all cool and collected and calm, and would be very polite and calm while trying to avoid straightforward confrontation. However you, knowing him so well, would probably be able to tell right away that he's feeling tense from the situation.

You're pouring over a book as you lean over the library, flipping through pages and pages about a specific historical event you were curious about. Your boyfriend, Youngmin, stands just down the aisle, looking for a book that might pique his interest. Someone accidentally bumps into you from behind, and you stumble over a bit, dropping your book with a yell.

"Oh, sorry, beautiful," they say, helping steady you. They take the book from the ground, take your hand in theirs, and place the book in your hand.

"Oh, uh, no worries," you say. They look at your book, their hand still on yours.

"Oh, you're interested in this stuff?" the ask. "I know a bit about this myself. Perhaps we could talk about it over a coffee or breakfast together sometime."

You blink, and withdraw your hand and the book from their grasp, muttering politely, "Sorry, I'm actually very busy nowadays," just as you hear footsteps behind you. You blink and look over as Youngmin comes to stand right next to you.

"Oh no worries! I'm sure we can find time to meet for coffee," the person says, glancing curiously at Youngmin, who is a bit taller than them.

"Hi," Youngmin says politely. You can see him clenching his jaw, though he's smiling politely, as he puts his arm around you. "What are you two talking about?"

"Oh, just my book."

"Cool. Hi I'm Youngmin, Y/N's boyfriend," Youngmin says, holding his hand out to shake. The person blinks, realizing that you have a boyfriend, and they're visibly shaken as they shake Youngmin's hand.

"Oh, boyfriend, hello," they say, trying to find words. "I didn't mean to impose or anything."

"Oh, no worries," Youngmin says, his arm pulling you closer posessively. "You were saying something about talking about the book over coffee? Perhaps Y/N and I could find time."

They smile a forced smile. "Perhaps not. I don't know . . . I actually have somewhere to be right now. Have a good day."

They bow their head and leave. Romin chuckles next to you, nuzzling your forehead with his nose.

"I love you, baby."

You hum contently. "Love you too, Minnie."

Won Hyuk

Won Hyuk would be playfully passive aggressive if he witnessed someone hitting on you. He'd use friendly words and act overly friendly, but he'd be obviously pissed and everyone would be able to sense it in the rest of his body language.

"Oh really? That's so cool!"

Won Hyuk looks up from the book in his hand at the sound of your voice, accompanied by your laughter. He sees you talking and laughing with someone else. Another customer at the bookstore, and you're just chatting together. Won Hyuk can't help but feel a weird bit of jealousy shoot through his chest, watching you laugh and giggle with some stranger.

"Maybe we can talk about that over coffee sometime."

"Yeah, maybe," you say to them.

He walks over and you smile at him. "Hi Won Hyuk! We were just talking about this book that we've both read," you day.

"Oh? Really?" Won Hyuk forces a smile, taking your hand in his and squeezing possessively. "What book?"

You look at Won Hyuk, squinting a bit. You can tell something's wrong, from the way he grabs your hand, the way his jaw is clenched to force a fake smile.

"Oh, uh, just some book," you say. "Hey, Won Hyuk, I think I saw something over there. Bye," you say, nodding to the other person.

"Oh?" Won Hyuk lets you drag him away from the other person.

"Hey, Hyuk, are you doing okay?" you ask, once you're sure you're out of earshot.

"Yeah. Yeah, why?"

You tilt your head at him, taking his hand in yours. "You were acting funny just now. What's wrong? Tell me."

He sighs. "I didn't like the way they were flirting with you."

"Huh? Flirting?"

He rolls his eyes. "They asked you for coffee!"

"You're right, Hyuk. I'm sorry. I love you, okay?" You squeeze his hand, and he visibly relaxes.

"I love you too."

Lee Wonjun (Wonjun)

Wonjun, upon witnessing someone hitting on you, would be very straightforward and upfront about how you actually have a boyfriend and that boyfriend is not okay with someone hitting on you. He'd try to be intimidating. Please hold his hand after.

Wonjun notices your absence after a few minutes. You had joined him in grocery shopping, but vanished halfway through. Perhaps you went to go get some strawberries for later. You had mentioned wanting to get some earlier, as you had had something in mind for dinner.

He sends you a quick text, and you respond within the next ten seconds.

Wonjun: y/n where are u?

Y/N: im in the fruit aisle. theres this person trying to hit on me over here 🙄 wont take a hint when i say i have a boyfriend

Wonjun looks up and around. Someone is flirting with you? His S/O? That's unacceptable. He scrunches up his nose, grabs the basket of groceries he has, and heads down to the fruit aisle.

When he reaches there, he sees you talking to someone. You look visibly uncomfortable, the way you're standing and looking around and away. He walks over, overhearing bits of the conversation as he approaches.

"I insist," the person says to you. "Just a quick coffee to get to know each other. I'm sure your boyfriend wouldn't mind an innocent cup of coffee?"

Wonjun walks over and grabs your hand quickly. You almost yelp at the feeling, but relax when you realize it's just Wonjun.

"Oh, Wonjun," you say, smiling widely. You're obviously happy that he's here.

"Hi," Wonjun says to you, before turning to the person flirting with you. "Hi, I'm Y/N's boyfriend. I'd appreciate it if you'd stop flirting with them, if that's alright."

The person blinks and starts stuttering. "Oh no. I wasn't flirting. I was just offering that we could have coffee?"

"Oh? What did Y/N say?" Wonjun asks, looking at you.

"They said no, and that they have a boyfriend, but--"

"Well if they said no, then no," Wonjun asks, glaring at the person. You can see Wonjun's eyes are burning with annoyance, and gently squeeze his hand to keep him calm.

"Sorry. You're right, sorry. I'll go." The person bows in apology and leaves as quickly as they can. You can dee Wonjun is still fuming, his shoulders all tense and bunched up, so you squeeze his hand.

"Wonjun," you whisper. He looks up at you. "Thank you, Wonjun. Let's get back to shopping, okay?"

He smiles. "Okay."

Oh Yejun (Yejun)

Yejun would be a bit more flustered. He would likely walk over to politely let the person know that you're taken, but he wouldn't have so much of a plan going in, so he'd obviously seem nervous or anxious. At least to you.

"Yejun, how does this look . . . ?"

Your voice trails off when you realize Yejum, your boyfriend, isn't around to see the shirt you just took off of the hanger. You and him had gone clothes shopping together, but it seems that he has vanished. Probably to look for his own clothes, anyways.

"Oh." You deflate a bit, lowering the shirt you were holding against your chest before turning back to the clothing rack.

"I think it looked lovely on you," you hear an unfamiliar voice. You turn around, shirt still in hand, and see someone behind you, with a smile so wide it makes you uncomfortable.

"Oh, uh, thank you," you say, nodding politely. You glance around, once again looking for your boyfriend.

"Dressing up for a special occasion? It's a nice shirt."

"Oh, yeah. Concert," you say, not wanting to explain to this stranger that your boyfriend is an idol and you're attending an award show with him.

"Cool. When is it?"

You frown, slightly bothered by the questions. "In a couple weeks."

"Oh, are you busy after shopping?" the person asks, and you realize by their uncomfortable stare that they're trying to hit on you.

"Oh, sorry, no. I mean yes, I'm busy. But I have a boyfriend," you say.

You notice their smiley expression slip into a frown, a look of disappointment, and you press your lips together. Just then, you hear someone calling your name. You turn and see Yejun, your boyfriend, walking over with a pair of pants in hand. His eyes fall on you and the person who was just attempting to hit on you.

"Yejunie," you say, waving him over. You grab his hand the moment he gets close enough, before turning back to the person. "This is my boyfriend."

The person looks between you, Yejun, and your hands together. Yejun seems to understand what's going on at the same time.

"Oh, Yejunie, I was just showing them this shirt. What do you think? For the show?" you ask, holding the shirt up to your chest again.

As Yejun starts complimenting you on the shirt, you notice the person not awkwardly and leave, undoubtedly aware that with the presence of your boyfriend, they've become invisible. You smile to yourself. That went pretty well.

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moonlit-imagines · 4 years

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A Bug’s Life

Peter Parker x Lang!reader

warnings:

a/n: i love this concept and also anon u r sweet and i just found out theres a marvel supervillainess named dragonfly but since i havent heard of her until today im using that name!

prompt: anonymous: “Can you please write a Tom Holland!Peter Parker x Female!Reader where the reader is the older sister of Cassie Lang (Antman’s daughter) and her and Peter fall in love with each other. ✨ Thanks so much! 😘”

Okay, so when you were a kid, you had always dreamed of being a superhero. You never thought you’d know your idols personally, though. You see, when your dad, Scott Lang, came back from prison, a lot changed. Suddenly, he was a superhero and no matter how much he didn’t like it, you wanted to be apart of it.

“Y/N, no, please. You’re just a kid!” You dad argued with you in the presence of your “uncles.”

“Scotty, I think it’d be good for her, you know? Like, she’s so smart and she’s got a lot of talent! I think she could learn a thing or two from Hope and Dr. Pym, right?” Uncle Luis egged on.

“Yeah, dad! Me and Hope have already been experimenting with some stuff and, I mean, Mom’s been bugging me over getting into some extracurriculars...” You reasoned with him.

“Yeah, y/n, like photography club or soccer, not being a crime-fighting bug!” Scott pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed, but when he looked back up, you were giving him puppy eyes. “Don’t...don’t do that.”

“Please, dad? I just wanna follow in your footsteps. You’re my hero.” You pouted your lip and didn’t break eye contact with him until he let out a load groan.

“Your mom is going to kill me.” He mumbled while you celebrated with Luis.

You became known as Dragonfly, Ant-Man and Wasp’s sidekick partner. It wasn’t long before you were affiliated with the Avengers and other heroes from across the galaxy.

The first time you stepped foot into the Avengers Compound was unbelievable.

“If only I could tell eight-year-old me how cool she’d grow up to be...” You whispered as your dad led you through the place. You were specifically requested for recruitment following a backround check that proved that you were qualified to train as a junior scientist! The program had just been started thanks to the young Spider-Man, one of the many heroes you had met before and would actually get to know after today.

“Alright, kiddo, it’s not too late to back out.” Your dad told you.

“It’s gonna be fine, dad! You know you can visit me anytime and I’ll come to see you and Cassie every chance I can get.” You gave him a warm smile to let him know it’s alright.

“I know...I’m just gonna miss you, you know?” He shrugged, but before the conversation could continue, you were greeted by Bruce Banner, aka the Hulk.

“Welcome! Nice to see you again, Scott.” Bruce shook your dad’s hand, then turned to you. “And it’s wonderful to finally meet the girl behind the mask.” He shook your hand.

“Nice to meet you, too, Doctor Banner.” You fit your small hand into his abnormally large (and green) hand.

“I’ve heard great things about you, Y/N. I’m excited to see your talent up close.” Dr. Banner chuckled. “I told Peter to meet us here, he probably forgot.” He walked to the wall and pressed the speaker button to the intercom. “Peter, can you meet us at the South Entrance?”

Moments later, a teenage boy came barrelling towards the three of you.

“Sorry! Sorry I’m late.” He apologized profusely. You giggled at the disheveled appearance of him. His hair was sticking up in the back and his flannel was half-tucked into his pants. “I’m Peter!” He stuck his hand out for you to shake. “Peter Parker. Spider-Man.” You took his hand gladly and shook it.

“Y/N Lang. Dragonfly.” You introduced yourself. “It’s been a while since we’ve fought together.” You pointed out. “Maybe that’s a good thing.” Peter’s eyes furrowed at that comment. “You know, not fighting.” You added.

“Oh, yeah, definitely!” Peter agreed.

“So, let me guess: you overslept?” You referenced Peter’s bold look and he quickly fixed anything noticeably wrong to him. Bruce and your dad were just observing the chemistry between you and Peter, exchanging entertained glances.

“Hi! I’m y/n’s dad, Scott. Ant-Man.” Scott interrupted as he waved to Peter.

“Oh! I remember you. You got really big in Germany and I had to web your knees until you fell down.” Peter brought up old memories and you covered your mouth to stop from laughing.

“Yep! That’s me.” Scott eyes got slightly wider. “So, I really wish I could stay, but I have a meeting with a client tomorrow morning that I can’t miss. Alarm company doesn’t run itself, you know?” Silence. “Anyways, uh, y/n.” He motioned you a bit closer so you could say goodbye. He crouched down and grabbed both your shoulders. “I love you so much and I am super proud of you. This is an awesome opportunity, kiddo!”

“Yeah, I know.” You said in a sort of disappointed tone.

“What’s wrong?” Scott asked.

“I’m just gonna miss you.” You frowned.

“Come here.” Your dad pulled you into a tight hug. “I’m gonna miss you, too.” The hug lasted at least sixty seconds before he pulled away and kissed your forehead. “Okay, now here’s your bag, go do some science!” He gave you your suitcase. “I love you, Pumkin.”

“Love you, too, dad.” You smiled, almost holding back tears. You really didn’t want to say goodbye to him, but it’s apart of life. Scott watched as you, Peter, and Banner walked down the halls of the Compound. Bruce and Peter were showing you your new room!

“What’s crime like on the West Coast?” Peter asked you. “I’ve only fought crime on the East Coast. And Europe. And Space.”

“Crime is the same coast to coast. It’s crime.” You shrugged.

“Well, that’s cool. Sorry, I’m not good at small talk.” He chuckled.

“Peter, you’ll be able to show y/n her room and give her a little tour, right?” Bruce asked as he slowed down.

“Yeah, no problem.” Peter nodded.

“Alright, great. I’ll be in the lab if anyone needs me.” Bruce walked away and left the two of you to it.

“Okie doke.” Peter clapped his hands together. “Well, this is the hallway.” Is exactly how he just began the tour. The Compound was actually, surprisingly, bigger than you expected. “And that’s the training room, there’s the kitchen, your room has it’s own bathroom, but there are other bathrooms all over the place. There’s a shopping list on the fridge if you ever have any requests, but fruit snacks are banned since I ate two full boxes in one day and threw up.” Peter gave that wonderful anecdote.

“Wow, that’s...impressive?” You tried to come up with something.

“I think the word you’re looking for is ‘disgusting.’” Peter and you shared a laugh as you approached your new room. He opened the door up and you stepped into the biggest bedroom you’d ever seen. “It’s taken some getting used to, you know, the big room, the big bed, the huge bathroom, all of it.”

“This is amazing.” You mumbled.

“Yeah! And Bruce said we can go shopping and decorate the room any way you’d like. I just got my license, so I’d be cool with driving.” Peter proposed.

“Yeah, I think that’d be pretty cool.” You agreed as you threw your suitcase onto the bed and started unpacking. “Uh, I’m kind of hungry...know any places to eat around here?” You started putting shirts on hangers and filling up your huge closet. You noticed Peter hadn’t answered your question yet, so you turned around to see what he was stalling for. He was just watching you. “Am I really that interesting?” You joked.

“What?” Peter blinked. “Oh! Yeah, sorry, yeah, there’s a few places around that we can go to. Assuming you’d want my company, of course. It’s your choice, really.” Peter rambled and you approached him.

“Duh, I gotta get to know my housemate better!” You pulled Peter out of the room and in a random direction. “Am I going the right way to the garage?”

“No.” He answered and you quickly changed directions. You were oddly comfortable with Peter already, and he wasn’t exactly against it. You were super sweet to him and you two have a lot of shared experience. Teen heroes trying to make a difference. And bug-themed.

Peter drove you to his favorite (and closest) restaurant for dinner, and on the way, he played his music on the playlist. Left Hand Free by Alt-J played through the speakers as you sang along.

“You like this song?” He asked and you nodded without a pause in singing. “Good, so do I. You have a really good voice.” He complimented, which definitely made you blush.

“Thanks, now sing with me!” You nudged his arm leaning on the console and resumed your singing.

“I don’t really sing.” Peter chuckled and saw you roll your eyes, then sighed. “Fine. You win.” He began to join you in song.

Well your left hand’s free, and your right’s in grip. With another left hand watch his right hand slip towards his gun, woah woah woah...

“You’re not too bad, yourself, Peter.” You told him as he pulled into a parking spot at the restaurant. The two of you walked in together and the waitress immediately recognized Peter.

“Hey there, Peter! Good to see you!” She greeted and grabbed two menus. “I see you’ve brought a date.” She raised her eyebrows and smirked.

“Oh, uh, she’s not—” Peter stuttered before you took over.

“Yep, it’s our first date! I’m y/n.” You introduced yourself.

“Well, it’s nice to see him with someone. Follow me, you two.” She let you over to a table and told you she’d be back for drinks in a minute. As soon as she left, Peter turned to you.

“When were you going to tell me this was a date?” Peter cocked an eyebrow with a crooked smile to match it.

“I’m sorry! I hope it’s okay I told her that.” You innocently replied.

“It’s more than okay.” Peter leaned forward. “I’m happy to be your date. We are moving a bit fast, though.”

“Are you sure? This is actually pretty slow for people our age. By now, they’d probably be confessing their love for one another.” You joked and he rolled his eyes.

“You are so right!” He snorted. “Jeez, it’s been so long since I’ve talked to someone my own age!” He sighed. “What about you?”

“I hang out with adults all day long. The only kid I hang out with is my little sister. Do you have any siblings?” You asked him.

“Only child.” Peter answered. “What’s your sister’s name?”

“Cassie. She’s sweet but it’s kind of weird coming back after the Blip and seeing her all big and everything.” You made random hand gestures to demonstrate that she was bigger.

“I know, right! I have classmates that I saw as infants that are now bigger than me!” He explained. The waitress came back and got you your drinks and took each of your orders. Back to the chit-chat. “Okay, now tell me, what got you into the hero-game?”

“Okay, well, my dad had just gotten out of prison, right?” That sentence itself made Peter choke on his drink. “Oh, calm down, it was a non-violent offense. He actually exposed corruption, that’s why I look up to him.” You explained.

“That’s good, that’s good. I’m glad. Go on.” He took another sip from his drink.

“Yeah, so then he robbed Hank Pym, who actually wanted my dad to rob him, then a bunch of ants broke my dad out of jail after he got arrested again for stealing from Dr. Pym, then my dad became the new Ant-Man and took down some bad guys, his new girlfriend, Hope, who is Dr. Pym’s daughter, took a liking to me and started showing me the ropes, so me and my Uncle Luis convinced my dad to let me make my own suit. Then Dragonfly was born.” You explained in full detail. “What about you?”

“Oh, yeah. Well, I got bit by a radioactive spider that was being experimented on in a lab, then I had a short-lived wrestling career, then my uncle who raised me died and I became Spider-Man.” He smiled and your jaw dropped.

“Holy shit, are you okay?” You asked.

“Oh, yeah, I’m good.” He admitted as you guys recieved your food. “So, anything else I should know about you?”

“I dunno.” You shrugged. “I like Star Wars.” You told him.

“Me too!” Peter exclaimed.

“No, you don’t. My dad told me Spider-Man called AT-AT’s ‘walking-thingies.’” You shook your head and laughed at the thought of that.

“Okay, so I’m not a huge fan, but our next date can be a Star Wars marathon?” Peter proposed.

“Yes!” You agreed a bit too enthusiastically. Peter smiled and the waitress brought an ice cream sundae with two spoons to the table.

“It’s on the house.” She told you two with a wink.

“Looks like we’re sharing.” You grabbed a spoon and got to work. Peter got chocolate all over his chin. He was kind of a messy eater. “You’ve got a little something...” You grabbed a napkin and wiped his chin clean.

“Thanks.” Peter picked his spoon up and moved it towards you. “Have you tried any of the brownie yet?” You took a bite of what he offered.

“Wow, that’s amazing.” You spoke through your mouthful.

“I hate to brag, but I make a pretty mean batch of brownies.” Peter bragged.

“You’re gonna have to prove it, Pete.” You wiped your face off and cleaned up your spot a bit. “You ready to get back to the Compound?”

“Yeah, yeah, let’s get going.” Peter left some cash on the table to pay the bill and walked you out to the car. The car ride back was filled with jokes and even more stories about your super-adventures. “So, you’re telling me that the first time you shrank, you cried?”

“Yes! Dude, it was an emotional experience. I’m telling you, I was not prepared for something so cool.” You defended yourself. “Now tell me something embarrassing about your powers.”

“I got stuck to a bathroom stall at school and they thought I was skipping class so they sent an aide and I was crying out of fear.” He admitted with pity in his voice.

“Oh, my god. That’s awful.” You giggled and grabbed his hand. “Have you recovered yet?”

“No, unfortunately not, but the handholding sure does help.” Peter squeezed your hand tighter.

“I’m glad.” You smugly replied and closed your eyes to listen to the music. You were kind of exhausted from traveling, so you knew you’d pass out the moment you hit your bed. Soon, you arrived at the Compound and Peter kissed your cheek to get you up.

“We’re hoooome.” He said in a singsong voice as your eyes fluttered open. “Sorry, that was weird.” He apologized, but you grabbed his face and pulled him in for a long kiss. More like a brief makeout, but potato, poe-tah-toe.

“You’re really cute, you know?”

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regalmadness · 4 years

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50 questions you've never been asked

Tagged by @love-hope-faith-feels-like-a-lie thanks love!

1. What is the colour of your hairbrush?

Pink

2. A food you never eat

There is something in my country called Auyama... yup that just

3. Are you typically too warm or too cold

Too cold, like I be cuddling and people will get scared that im as cold as ice and so to ease their worries I just burry my hands and feet into their coat or clothes 🤣

4. What were you doing 45 minutes ago?

Studying

5. What is your favourite candy bar?

The ring pop. I love it! It brings back memories. Either that or any white chocolate.

6. Have you ever been to a professional sports event?

Yes I once had the oportunity to go to a basketball match between the Miami Heat and the Rockets

7. What is the last thing you said outloud?

Take your time its fine, I'll wait

8. What is your favourite icecream?

Bubblegum

9. What was the last thing you had to drink?

Water

10. Do you like your wallet?

Well it keeps my money safe and its got a cool design I guess

11. What was the last thing you ate?

Carrots

12. Did you buy any new clothes last weekend?

🤣🤣🤣🤣 living out of my pj collection lately

13. Last sporting event you watched?

The superball (Go 9ners!)

14. What is your favourite flavour of popcorn?

Butter ir cheese

15. Who is the last person you sent a text?

My best friend

16. Ever go camping?

Never have, but Im game all the way!

17. Do you take vitamins?

In case this is ever leaked outside of tumblr and out of the internet I just wanna say from the bottom of my truthfull heart... Mom if you are reading this, yes I am definitelly taking my vitamins every single day without fail. I definitely dont forget and take them daily and not just sometimes.

18. Do you go to church every sunday?

Not every sunday but whenever I can sure

19. Do you have a tan?

In this economy?

20. Do you prefer chinese food or pizza?

Pizza pizza pizza pizzaaaa

21. Do you drink your soda with straw?

I dont have an issue drinking it either with or without a straw but I prefer without since you know *Poison Ivy's voice* gotta do enviroment

22. What colour socks do you usually wear?

Bold of you to assume I only use 1 pair of the same colour and not go all harley quinn on my feet.

23. Do you ever drive above the speed limit?

When its an urgency type of thing. (Always being caferul) *Insert panic voices in the backround, followed by the 'but did you die' meme* Otherwise I drive as fast as the speed limit lets me.

24. What terrifies you?

Well they dont terrify me but like big bugs are a HUGE NO from me (if it has wings make it an ULTRA NO)

25. Look to your left what do you see?

These handsome boys

26. What chore do you hate?

Cleaning the bathroom

27. What do you think of when you hear an ausie accent?

HOT!

28. Whats your favourite soda?

Its a Colombian brand its called cola y pola

29. Do you go in a fast food place or just hit the drive thru?

Depends on the mood of the day

30. Whos the last person you talked to?

My best friend

31. Favourite cut of beef?

I like beef I dont have a preference as long as it tastes good

32. Last song you listened to?

Westworld theme (lmao Im just learning piano so I kinda wanna learn how to play it... not because Im still NOT okay with what happened and want to remember Dolores anyway I can, nope Im totally fine with that, Im handling it like a normal grown adult, Im A OK)

33. Last book you read?

Oh wow. Uhhh I think it was a greek mythology one, cant remember the name 😭 its been so long since I've read anything other than the 1000 manuals and documents for work

34. Favourite day of the week?

Kinda varies from season to season, it depends on which tv shows are airing and their schedulle. It used to be sunday bc westworld but now *sighs*

35. Can you say the alphabet backwards?

I can do it midly fast in spanish but in english? 🤣 Im like (how do you sing the song backwards again?)

36. How do you like your coffee?

Sweet! And I prefer Ice coffee to regular.

37. Favourite pair of shoes?

Captain marvel addidas sneakers

38. At what time do you normally go to bed?

That depends, are you refering to actually sleaping? Or at what time I tuck in and either spend till sunrise scrolling through this godforsaken website looking at memes or remembering all the emabasing moments of my life in movie secuence in my brain

39. At what time do you normally get up?

8-9am

40. What do you prefer sunrise or sunsets?

Sunsets

41. How many blankets are on your bed?

I know sometimes bitches be sleeping under 3 blankets, 4 pairs of pillows and butt ass naked because you know life. But you know... its me im bitches.

42. Describe your kitchen plates

Round and white

43. Do you have a favourite alcoholic beverage?

Absolutely love cocktails! Anything with blue curaçao or tequila in it Im asfkkshsk! And if I had to choose a plain? Tequila for sure.

44. Do you play cards?

I do like card games and sometimes we play went we get together (family) but im not really good at it I just have fun lol

45. What colour is your car?

Dont currently own one. But my sub card is green if that counts

46. Can you change a tire?

Im a lesbian

47. What is your favourite providence?

Theres a city at the north east of the country called Bucaramanga. Its really nice the weather the people everything!

48. Favourite job you've ever had?

That would be my current job. Flying is my life! (I miss it so much 😞)

49. How did you get your biggest scar?

Long story short my mother was fixing some metal stuff and told me not to come into the house running (I was 5) so ofc I listen to the very wise advise my dear moma gave me and definitely didnt run, hence I definitely dont have a scar on my left cheek (its very tiny now)

50. What did you do today that made someone else happy

Gave my mom a letter and a beautiful everlasting rose.

Thank you, this was fun!

Tagging: @fandommember @dino-hoodie @mccdimples @hipesque @duranza @awhitefairytale @dfincher @giffing

#ask #me

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alukaforyou · 4 years

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and ALSO sry to post bs on main im mostly just talking to myself in my personal tag half the time so yolo, no need to respond to this or reassure me or whatever but these days i licherally question how much of my - sry to sound like a broken record - bs is dépression or just my shité mentality, like i rly was not designed to last, huh? physically or mentally? lol. like who gets motion sickness on swings lmao anyways. i think i give up too easily. theres a bunch of reasons y but i dont feel like saying. its a different thing to kind of kno something, and to admit / speak it (confront it). i could psychoanalyze myself all day and tell u exactly why some things are the way they are but its too unpleasant to neatly state stuff like that u kno?? like... *i kno* but im not gonna say i kno. anywho, i digress. so i give up easily and kind of have a defeatist mentality too, its so exhausting lool. actually its weird cuz duality of man, i'll be rly determined / stubborn abt doing some stuff and not care abt fear of failure with certain things but when it comes to My Life / My Future i just think i cant rly do anything? i mean that literally like i got no skillz *laugh crying emoji* not particularly good at anything, and art - the only thing im maybe arguably ok at - i dont wanna do as a career, that is art therapy for me i dont feel like commercializing it. not interested in working in my major, maybe things wouldve been different if i went to culinary or cosmetology school?? that sounds fun. or if i majored in bio cuz i was so good at that, or even if i majored in japanese language or literature or idk. but no regrets tho cuz i learned a lot abt drawing in art school which i can use for myself. and hmm i like staying home and not rly going out of my way to meet new ppl so connections what? i h8 hearing how most opportunities come through the ppl u kno cuz its true and ik like 10 ppl tops so hm very sexi of me :^) i just feel like im p much f*cked and it rly doesnt help that i have no functional dreams, goals, or aspirations nor the confidence and drive to work towards anything so ah ok cool. u kno suga's songs "the last" and "so far away" ? that p much sums up my feels minus the part abt having to deal w fame obviously LOL. its so easy being a student (for me at least) but being a good student isnt really worth a whole lot in the """""real world""""" and the current education system doesnt even rly prepare u for reality or w.e like Deep Sigh also the political climate rly lookin like shité out there like hmmmmm do i even wanna try so hard to be here anymore tho??? also going back to the self confidence thing, ya idk her LOOOOL like it doesnt very much bother me tho? i really, honest to god have no idea what my redeeming qualities even are. being nice? and my mindset re - tolerance and compassion for others, etc, ya im rly proud of that actually but besides that i mean like what can i Do tho like hm im not particularly good at anything also im hideous like uglee but thats ok too like none of this Bothers me, thats just literally how i Am so ok fine, but i feel like it makes it hard for me to exist in the world i happen to be in??? and i realize im speaking with a huge bias here cuz my brain is totally out of whack im p sure if some1 saw me / read this they would lit be like um u literally do not have it hard girl, which is fair ur kinda right actually from an objective pov, probably? its amazing how um. hard? of a time my brain is having given my relatively ok circumstances but thats just how it is ig. and if i may quote shakespeare - o full of scorpions is my mind. and its weird cuz duality of man - i actually have a lot of good times w friends and whatever i have a lot of fun, im not even very Sad or in Agony its all very a mild? sensation? but that might be because my plan b is to simply *** so nothing rly fazes me anymore lool.

its usually a v confusing emotion, im either feeling happy, or if not that, very ???? im literally that duwang quote get a feeling so complicated its just "ajdjsjsja" idk its not overly repulsive and upsetting im like :s LOL u kno wat at this point idek what im even saying anymore but its good that im writing whatever cuz im gonna need to look back on this later and organize my thoughts for presentation cuz remember i have a s.o now???? i wanna let them kno so we r on the same page, and i dont feel like im tricking them, i thought it over more and there are like 4? major cards i wanna lay out on the table early on and they are 1. im not that close w my family emotionally so do not seek their approval or expect to deal with them much. 2. personal ideology / political views like im bi lmao and pro lgbt if that wasnt obvious also i dont rly wanna be around racists / terfs etc and if ur right wing or not on that respect women juice uhhh bye.. 3. my weak ass mentality how i might Maybe *** in the future like no promise but errrr theres one more but its a little more negotiable and also too early to discuss so i wont mention it but i already got the first two outta the way so ya. theres the most troublesome of all, #3. the last thing i wanna do is traumatize someone that loves me (and i love back) with that kinda thing, its too late for my dear friends whom i love, sorry i didnt kno i was gonna be like this LOL yall already got attached but its a little different with my s.o cuz i feel like its not too late to uh.... stop getting as attached LMAO like dam i've known my girls for almost 10 years whereas i've only known my s.o for like a month.

and this is totally not gonna come across right but if my s.o very understandably desides to dump me id be SO RELIEVED LIKE WOOOO ok cool cuz like essentially what i'd be saying is you are getting attached to someone who's future is not as stable as other people, including u. *huge exhale* from the bottom of my heart, my bad lol. and then i probs wont ever get involved w. a s.o again, sorry to reference snk in 2020 but remember how e*win smith is single cuz he doesnt kno when he will ***? big mood. i have never acted out on my interests before but i was like ok for once lets go off the shits and do smth ooc, i uh... didnt expect for it to actually go anywhere tho so now im like ???? i shouldve thought it through more tho, like i felt low key irresponsible af and selfish and dumb for getting involved w. someone even tho i Know how I Am like...... Also i just lov being single and staying home and chilling alone lmao like i seriously...... never get loney....

ok so what was i talking abt? how the passage of time makes me nervous cuz idk how i can manage to keep up w it??? how i feel like i cant do jack shit???? that life is hard???? and maybe a bih just wants to rest? permanently?????? i think the most irritating part of all for me, like what i am most mad about at myself is that i have no dream. yikes. naruto, do u think thats sad? well yoongi said its okay, and what counts is just being happy, so i will console myself and forgive her and idk just try my best for the time being??

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hypmicscenarios · 5 years

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Anime Attraction

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A/N: High School au. Fic with ichiro, you two slowly falling in love over the span of a 4 day convention and bonding over the fact that you’re closeted weebs. (So he would like tdd era ichiro) And again! I use neutral pronouns! hope you enjoy~

Day 1: You were very excited, happy, elated, every happy word in the book! This year, you were finally going to your first anime convention. Unfortunately, you were a bit of a closeted weeb. People knew you watched anime….just not your extreme obssession with it. Maybe extreme was too harsh for you case, but you were sure that would be the situation if they ever saw your room, filled with anime posters, merch, etc.However, those were all bought online or in stores….youve never actually been to a convention.

Online, you heard many good things about it, and that people there, for the most part, were friendly. You smiled as you got off the train, an empty backpack on your bag, besides essentials, inside an empty tote bag for you posters. You had planned for this for months. Saving up all the money you could from your allowances. Your wallet, besides money for the train and food to eat, was going to be completely emptied by the end of the day. Finally, you took your jacket off, revealing a ( favorite anime) anime shirt on your person. One of your favorites. You could never choose. You could talk about it for days. However….it was Under rated. It was also a bit old...and you were late to watch it, so the fandom dwindled down.

You were amazed as you saw many cosplays, a bit too nervous to ask for pictures, or even compliment them, but you hoped they received your compliments in spirit….something like that. It was….also really big and crowded. You got too into your head, overthinking a bunch of things, that you didn’t see the larger man in front of you, hitting his back.

“O-oh im sorry, I wasn’t paying attention,” you said, bowing quickly. You looked up at the man, gulping, quickly taken aback by how pretty he was, different colored eyes, red and green. It almost seemed like he was in cosplay, but he was just wearing a naruto shirt with black jeans on, a naruto headband around his forehead.

Ichiro blinked and smiled,”no need to apologize, I was kind of standing here in the middle of everyone anyway,”his eyes went down to your shirt and his eyes sparkled,”wait….thats a (favorite anime) isnt it! Whose your favorite character?”, he asked. You were taken aback about how eager and happy he seemed, but it definitely managed to make you relax a bit.

“My favorite character is [ ],”you said, stating your reasoning,”oh- sorry….I didn’t mean to talk that long,” Ichiro chuckled,”thats fine, I love them too! For mostly the same reasons, theyre kind of cool. This is my first convention so Im excited its going off to great start, thanks.”

Oh? It was his first time as well? “Its my first time too, I came here alone, I didn’t expect to be this big, theres so many people.” Ichiro nodded,”Im here by myself too, are you here all four days?” You nodded. “If you dont mind it, we can walk around together, ah! Sorry if thats a bit too forward….”,he trailed off. To be honest, Ichiro was a closeted weeb. So he had no one to talk to, let alone drag to a con. “Oh no, Um, its fine. I would like that...even though I know everyone here loves anime….”,you trailed off, the guy, whose name you still didn’t know, finished your thought,”because theres so many people conversing and being you feel like everyone already has their own cliques and you realize youre alone.”

Well. That. Yes that. You smiled,”Yeah, its that, and my nerves and anxiety.”

Ichiro stuck his hand out,”Yamada Ichiro, 2nd year high school student in Ikebukuro. Nice to meet you.”

“ l/n, f/n, also 2nd year in a high school located in yokohama, nice to meet you”m you said and shook his hand. Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad after all.

Day 2:

The first day, the two of you had walked around, played games, went to panels together, learning much more about each other. You agreed to meetup at the same place in the morning. Of course, you were even more excited than you were yesterday. You were dressed in more casual clothing, but backpack was now decorated with buttons you found. Soon, you heard your name being called out and waved your hand,”Good Morning Yamada-san”, you said, greeting him.

Ichiro smiled and spoke,”Morning! Did you sleep well?”, he asked. You shook your head in disagreement,”I barely got any sleep, I was excited for today.” Ichiro laughed,”so did I, so what should we do today?”,he said, taking out the convention program guide. “Hmmmm, theres a bunch of panels,”you said, going to the side of him and looking at the program,”how to successfully master naruto hand signs….”,you trailed off. They really….had a panel for everything.

Ichiro’s face lit up,” that sounds cool, want to go? Although I already know a couple…”,he said, and you laughed,”what? You going to become the next hokage Yamada-san?”, you teased a bit, but he went along with it, of course he did. You found out about this from yesterday. That he was like this. “I am gonna be next hokage, just believe it!”, he said.

“Thats naruto’s punchline you cant just steal it,” you said, watching Ichiro as he thought, then spoke again, very excitedly,”Im going to be next hokage, because I said so!”, he said, putting out a thumb. For some reason, it had you laughing a lot,”b-bbecause you said so? Ahahaha, well, you sure have a passion like naruto, I think thats all you need, its cute”, you said, realizing that you had just called the other cute.

Ichiro blushed and put his hand behind his back,”Sorry...I just cant be like this a lot in real life without getting teased for it, so its a bit refreshing,”he said and you nodded,, understanding completely.

“Well, lets go learn some jutstus even though they wont help against a gun but who cares, because its an anime convention, and we’re doing what we love,”you said confidently, more confident than you would expect from yourself. Ichiro nodded,”Dattebayo, lets go!”, he saidm turning around and walking. You were really having too much fun. Being attracted to him went way over your head for now, simply enjoying the time the two of you spent together.

Later on in the day, the two of you found an anime photo booth, Ichiro dragging you by the arm towards it,”for memories!”, he said. The two of you got in and hit the naruto theme poses. Of course, you indulged him, he was cute when he got his way. And, you didn’t have to worry about poses. Instead, they gave you poses to do.

The first was a naruto sign for any jutsu, the second peace signs, the third you had to stick your tongues at each other, seeming annoyed, and the last one….got you. It was only a hug, but they way Ichiro hugged you quickly and tightly, pushing both of your faces together, eft you shocked, and you were sure the picture didn’t turn out well. Once you got out and looked at it, Ichiro pointed to last one,”its like you were trying so hard not to blink, but we’re cute, arent we?”,he said and you laughed:yea we really are”, you replied, more focused on the current pace of your heart...beating very rapidly. You paid for two copies so you could keep it. The rest of the day, you two kept up your shenanigans. It was tough leaving, but you were going to come back tomorrow and, hopefully, your heart would learn to behave.

Day 3:

The two of you sat down to eat lunch on the third day, already having gone through a couple activities.

“Theres Jiro, then theres Saburo, and Saburo is the oldest. We’re all pretty close but Saburo and Jiro always fight a lot, typical sibling stuff…..and a lot of the times it includes me. I keep telling them I dont have favorites but they never listen,”Ichiro sighed with a smile on his face. It wasn’t an exhausted sigh though, he was used to it, it was just how they worked.

You smiled as he rambled on about his brothers. It was very clear that he cherished the both of them dearly and would do anything for them. “That must be nice….Im an only child so I could never relate to these type of things. Thats why I got into anime really, theres was no one that I could play with at the snap of a finger if I wanted to-oh Im not sad about it or anything, I love anime, it was really there for me in trying times, plus the internet.”

Ichiro nodded and then spoke,”Well, you have me now too, and you can be as passionate as you want, no holding back. You have my number now and its already fun texting you when we’re not at the convention.” He was right. After you guys left, you were quickly texting each other at home before you went to sleep. You sent each other memes,pictures, and talked about a bunch of different topics, that often you had smiling or laughing at your phone.

At that point….you knew had a crush. It was only two days but he was just so…..it was the little things really, not just the fact that you had anime in common. When you were walking through the convention center, going through a massive crowd, he told you to hold onto his jacket, so you wouldn’t get lost. Or how he quickly offered to help hold your stuff when you were buying merchandise. Or even him talking about how much he loves his brothers. Rather than weird, it was insanely cute to you.

It wasnt love per say…..well. Lets be real. You were a sucker when it came to love. Honestly, you dont even feel like counting how many crushes you had but none of those ever came to fruition. You should just focus on your anime boys but the moment some other boy is even the slightest bit kind to you, like helping you carry books, your heart falls. Despite that though, you felt like this was different. More than just a couple simple acts of kindness.

“Im really enjoying our time here, we’re going to the cosplay masquerade today right? We still have some time to kill, want to go to the game hall?”, you asked,”then we can see which one of us is better at dance dance revolution.” Ichiro smiled and nodded his head,”Yeah! Youre on!”

After that, the two of you managed to spend all of your time in the hall. Ichiro was by a claw machine and you commented,”I suck at these things,”then looked inside, seeing what plushies they had. “I think im pretty decent,”Ichiro said, walking up,”sometimes I won stuff for saburo when I was little...he grew out of it though,”Ichiro said with a laugh.He wanted to try it.

“Good Luck Yamada-kun!”, you said, cheering him on. You were amazed by how focused he looked. “Do you want anything specific?”,he asked you. “Wait, me?”, you said, trying to clarify. Ichiro laughed,”I think you’re the only l/n here,”he said. That...kind of caught you off guard. But you walked up and placed your hands against the glass. “Ummmm, that cat in the middle is kind of cute.”

Ichiro nodded. The first time, he managed to pick the plushie up for about three seconds before it fell, but that was better than what you could do! The second time, he managed to grab it again, your eyes wide in anticipation as you followed the claw and plushie to the drop off slot. “Oh my god, you did it!”,you said, going to high five both of Ichiro’s hands but, instead of letting go, he held them and put them down,”Yeah I did! Guess I didn’t lose my skill after all.” “Yeah...youre amazing”, you said, trying to not comment on the fact that he was still holding both of your hands. God….your heart was a mess. There was no denying you fell for him. At most, it was very high like at this point.

Day 4:

Ichiro was excited to see you again. Well, half-excited and half-sad. He really liked hanging out with you. More often than not, he found himself thinking about how you look best when theres a smile on your face. So, he always did dumb things to make you smile, no matter how stupid it may have looked. Maybe it was because you didn’t think his obsession was weird. When you guys talked, your interests lined up more than he thought they would. It was perfect.

Of course, he eventually figured out that he’d want to see you, in a more romantic context, that it is. He knew his feelings towards you were different. Honestly, he even weirdly got a little bit jealous when you mentioned how hot a specific anime character was. Ichiro didn’t necessarily plan on confessing that day….but who knows how things would turn out. Yes, it had only been three days, but he felt like he knew you already. Really, you guys always messaged each other.

The conversations would go dull for an hour or so but one link to a meme and that sparked a conversation that continued for a while. It was great. He had never felt so validated.

“L/n-san! Hey, morning!”,he said as he walked up to you. You looked like you were thinking hard about something, but Ichiro didn’t comment on it.

In fact, you were. Thinking about how you wouldn’t be able to see him so frequently. It made you….sadder than you expected. Granted you could travel to see him, but it was also due to the fact that it was the last day of the convention. Here, you could be yourselves without glancing over you shoulder every couple seconds in fear that someone you knew would spot you. It was so much fun, especially because of him!

Its for the best though….your funds were just about dried out. You couldn’t help but smile as you saw him though,”hey, good morning to you too, ready for the last day?” Ichiro laughed,”Yes and No because this has been very exciting.” You nodded in agreement,”it has, it does suck that we cant experience this everyday.”

“well!”,Ichiro clapped his hands,”lets not worry about that and focus on having fun, okay?” Your smile got wider,”yes, okay!” Ichiro spoke,”Datteba-”, then he pointed towards you,”Yo!”, you said, the two of you giggling. This had become your thing now, apparently, but you two werent used to it, hence you laughing off you embarrassment.

You went to the artist alley and exhibit hall one last time, taking a lot more pictures together than usual, even with cosplayers! Ichiro helped you out a lo with expressing that you wanted pictures with them and that was yet another thing that you loved about him. Without even asking him to do so, he just did it on a whim, and that made you incredibly happy.

A bit later, it was closing ceremonies. It wasnt much really, but anything to just spend even a little more time with Ichiro. However, that ended sooner than you expected. And you didn’t know what to do with yourself.

The two of you sat outside on a bench.

“So, I suppose this is it…”,you said. You had to get back early today anyway. Yet, you really didn’t want to. You looked up as Ichiro spoke,”no, its not it. We still have each other’s numbers, we can make it work, I-well….these past few days have been really fun for me,”Ichiro blushed, placing his hand behind his neck. Was he going to confess? If he didn’t do it now he knew he’d procrastinate on doing so forever. He didn’t necessarily have to make sure you were his in this exact moment, but his heart wanted an answer as soon as possible, before he got in too deep.

“The thing is….I want us to be more than just friends. I just….the more we talked, the more I found myself drawn to you. Like I can tell you anything. Its really easy to be myself around you, l/n, I want...to get closer. So, would you go out with me? Or not now, I mean you can think about it but...yeah.”,he said, face blushing. He had only confessed once in his lifetime and that was during elementary….he was quickly shut down.

You….couldn’t believe your ears. Did you really manage to find someone who was interested you at an anime convention. Well, you were sure there were more interesting stories but this was still way out of your league. You even thought he was way out of your league.

“I….we can date. I feel the same, about you, I like talking to you. And I think whats making me so sad is that I cant see you...not the convention part,”you said, looking towards Ichiro and seeing his grow excited. He grabbed your hands quickly and held them,”really?! Thats great.”,he said, letting go than hugging you. Oh. This was happening. It took you a couple seconds to process the hug before you reciprocated it.

Ichiro pulled away, looking down at you, a smile on his face,”when I talk with you, I feel like the happiest and luckiest man in the world. I know love is too strong of a word right now, but I want to do my best to make you happy.”

You were so flustered that you made no response, even more so when you felt his hand on your cheek and saw him leaning in. It all happened quickly. You closed your eyes and suddenly his lips were on yours. No movement, but it lingered for a moment, before he pulled away.

That was your first...kiss. You didn’t mind that it got taken by him but still….it was so much to process. Ichiro brought you back to reality,”Ikebukuro isn’t too far from Yokohama on the train, maybe we could meet in the middle on weekends, or switch up, ah, well I guess we can talk about this letter, getting ahead of myself,”he said and chuckled, which only prompted you to let out a soft laugh. He was like an eager puppy that you wanted to pet. Weird how he so easily calmed your nerves by the sounds of your laughs.

“Datteba-”

“Yo!”

#ichiro yamada #hypnosis mic #hypmic #hypmic x reader #hypmic scenarios #ichiro yamada x reader #ichiro x reader

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emperor-lover · 6 years

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hey. can i ask for a fluffy butler!minhyun au. i love all of your scenarios!

Thank you so much!! I hope you love this one too~ Also I’m back after a long hiatus, so if you want to send in a prompt/au/scenario with a member of nu’est/W1/SHINee of your choice feel free to do so!!

Hwang Minhyun Butler!AU

let’s start off how I usually do these with a bit of backgrounddddd

you’re from a rich family

busy parents, who are barely ever around, theyre always overseas on business trips or extravagant holidays

like they do care enough about you and tend to your needs, but just aren’t round enough to really feel like loving parents ;;

but that means you’ve grown up to be very independent and non-reliant on other people

that doesn’t mean you don’t get quite lonely though

your house is massive

and sometimes you have moments where you feel so small by yourself in the empty house

but you tried to overcome that by throwing yourself into lots of extracurricular/club activities, so you would be away from home

you were in so many clubs, you were class president, you were on the athletics team, always running round doing stuff, people wondered how you were still able to function

sometimes you wonder that too, but you figure it’s due to the nanny you had growing up

when you were younger, your parents had hired a nanny to care for you when you came home from school

her husband was the family butler + and had been serving your family for generations

you hadn’t thought much of it, frankly you much preferred not having someone look after you

but you were always friendly, and happy to talk to them, like you’d never abuse your power or make them go an extra mile to help you

and you really did enjoy talking to your nanny - she was around the same age as your own mother

throughout your childhood you practically considered her to be your motherly figure, as she had been the one to give you advice whenever you were in a pinch

for example, in your first year of high school, you found that many people only wanted to be your friend because of your background

and she told you that you those people weren’t worth your time and that you’d definitely meet people who’d like you for being you

she helped you pick out a nice dress and shoes for the junior dance

in your final year, she even gave you boy advice when you told her you had a crush on the tall, handsome boy in your year (y’all know where this is going right)

and then she’d gush about her own son and you’d end up chatting with her for hours about him

Like how he had been voted class president, even though he was new to the school

and how he was captain of the choir

and how he was such a wonderful son

you’d never even seen his picture, but you knew so much about him?

and although you’d never met him, he always made you feel a pang of jealousy

why couldn’t your parents dote on you like that too?

At school though, you continued to crush on Tall Handsome boy in your year level

His homeroom/form class was the one next to yours, so you didn’t really know much about him, except for the fact that he was new and already quite the popular one.

You had met him briefly at the start of the school year, when you were trying to peer over his broad shoulders to see what class you were in

and he had noticed you struggling, gently pulling you to stand in front of him, before shuffling away, ears tinged with pink

since then you had been content with admiring him from afar, but of course that was soon to end, when you find him standing in the foyer of your house???!?!

“Miss Y/N, welcome home”

You were completely speechless, mouth gaping wide open

what was Tall Handsome boy doing here???

Minhyun smiled reassuringly at you, but you were still so confused

“I’m the son of the Hwang family - I will be coming of age this year, so it’s my time to take over from my father and serve your family. I’ll be living here with you from now, so please take care of me as I will of you.

It’s good to finally meet you properly, Miss Y/N”

side note: you need to know what kind of teeth treatment he’s been getting because damnnnn what a brilliant smile he has

You stutter out a greeting, but you’re still in a daze looking round the room to make sure you weren’t being punked or something

“Are you alright Miss Y/N? You look a bit faint, would you like me to get you a glass of water?”

Before you could respond, Minhyun had hurried off to the kitchen

How the hell did this situation even happen?

In your many years of conversations with your nanny, how did you never put 2 and 2 together and realise that her son was Hwang Minhyun?

Speaking of your nanny, a few seconds later, she walked in behind you, her hands full with the weekly groceries, and you quickly went to help her carry some of the bags to the kitchen

you weren’t sure what to say, but you had to make sure you weren’t just going crazy

“uhh Mrs Hwang…there’s a guy here who says that he’s the new butler?? Your son??”

Mrs Hwang’s eyes lit up, “oh yes, my son Minhyun must have arrived earlier than expected! I hope he’s made a good first impression on you, dear”

Just then, Minhyun returned with the glass of water, which he was about to hand over to you, until he noticed your hands were full carrying the groceries

frowning he placed the water down on one of the cabinets in the hallway and took the bags from you

“Miss Y/N, I’ll take these for you, please don’t strain yourself with these.”

You’re taken aback and almost offended(?) by his actions, it’s not like you’re some delicate princess who can’t carry her own vegetables a few metres from the doorway.

“Uh thanks… but please, can you stop calling me ‘Miss Y/N’? We’re the same age, you can speak casually with me…”

“I couldn’t possibly Miss Y/N, I need to be professional when I’m working.”

“…but…it’s uncomfortable for me”

“I apologise, but it will be easier for me this way,” he bowed his head slightly

He didn’t seem like he would change his mind very easily so you just sighed and nodded in defeat

it would take you some time to get used to him living in the same house with you.

Relief only hit when you arrived at school early the next day, where you sat at your desk getting your books and pencil case ready for first period.

At least at school you were able to escape from Minhyun for a bit, he was in a different class after all

You had left in a hurry that morning, foregoing breakfast in an attempt to get out of the house as fast as possible without bumping into Minhyun

Maybe I should have a snack….

You rummage through you bag, and keep rummaging round, because lol you forgot your lunch box hahahahahah good one Y/N

you groan, maybe theres still some time to run to the convenience store and buy something to eat, at least you have your wallet on you

A collective gasp distracts you from your dilemma and you see Minhyun standing in the doorway

it’s so cliche, but all the girls are wondering why next door’s class pres has suddenly visited

He beckons to you, and everyone is confused at the connection between the two of you

the gossipers will probably have a field day but you don’t have time to worry about that right now because Minhyun is has started to speak

“Y/N, class presidents have a meeting to discuss the school festival this morning, did you forget?”

You scramble to the door in a hurry, “Huh? No, isn’t that tomorr-”

The look on Minhyun’s face cuts you off quickly when you realise he’s holding your lunch box in one hand

Nodding in understanding, you head over to the stairwell with him, and he passes you your lunch as well as a can of iced coffee and a muesli bar

“Miss Y/N, I noticed you didn’t have breakfast this morning. It is the most important meal of the day, so please make sure that you have something to eat even if it’s small. If you want, I can make you breakfast in the mornings and bring it to your room. If you are uncomfortable with me going to your room, then I can leave it outside for you instead, or-”

You couldn’t stop the rush of blood to your face, as you took the lunch box from him gingerly

“jeez Minhyun you really don’t have to worry about me so much, I skip breakfast all the time…

but thank you for bringing this for me, next time you don’t have to, I can just buy food at the cafeteria”

“But Miss Y/N, the food at the cafeteria isn’t as nutritionally balanced or healthy as the meal made by my mother at your home.”

You sigh, but nod, Mrs Hwang’s homemade lunches every 2nd day were the highlights of your lunchtimes tbh

The bell chimed indicating that class was about to start, and you both started to go back up the stairs in the direction of your respective classrooms.

As you turn to go into your classroom, you give him a quick nudge in the ribs causing him to jump slightly

“oi Minhyun, please, im begging you to stop calling me Miss, we’re at school, can’t you just treat me as an equal? you don’t have to worry about me, I’ve survived by myself for long enough, remember to look after yourself too…”

with that you hurried back into your classroom, missing Minhyun murmuring something under his breath

“…I can’t help but worry about you though…”

As you sit down at you chair, you bring the can of ice coffee to your cheeks in an attempt to cool them down from the very apparent redness tinging them

i need to chillllli

Throughout the rest of the year at school, things slowly changed between the two of you

Both of you had decided that it would be best to keep it under wraps that he was your butler

He was still pretty formal with you but after a few weeks he had finally dropped calling you Miss Y/N

He also became more understanding about how independent and non reliant you were

even though all he wanted to do was take care of you

but seeing as you were in completely different friend circles, it meant you didn’t see him often at school anyway

the only times were when you had to fulfil your role as your class president and attended meetings with him/preparing for the festival

At home though, you actively avoided and suppressed your feelings for Minhyun, to the point where you became pretty good at hiding your emotions when you were in front of him

To be safe though, you would just stay locked up in your room

but it didn’t really help much that his room was the one next to yours

and you’d often hear him singing sweet love songs with that honey voice of his

and you’d just melt because who wouldn’t be a sucker for Minhyun’s voice lbr

and then it’d be this endless cycle of you falling for him, before scolding yourself, and then falling for him all over

After a while, you found that it was quite nice having company your own age round the empty house of yours

You had taken to studying together in the dining room, with him often helping you with your Japanese homework

and in a matter of a few months, Minhyun had gone from the Tall Handsome boy to becoming your butler, to becoming your good friend

It still felt weird though, having a crush on your classmate who was also paid to serve you and your family?

You didn’t like that there was this potential power imbalance in your friendship, and you had mentioned this to Minhyun before

But he had always waved you off, swearing that he was content with being loyal to you and your family.

and Minhyun was indeed fiercely loyal - he had seen how other guys had looked at you with those eyes - eyes that he couldn’t help but admit that he had look at you with as well

…At least as Y/N’s butler, I can protect her from everyone else…I’m just her butler, I don’t deserve to be this close to her, but I can’t help it, I just want to shower her with all my affection

On the afternoon of his birthday, you had been too embarrassed to give him a present in person, so you had waited for the opportunity for when he was out to sneak into his room

You were about to open the door to his room, when Mrs Hwang walked by with a pile of fresh laundry causing you to freeze in your tracks

“Y/N, my dear, I’ve just done the laundry - would you like me to run a hot bath for you?”

You nodded vigorously, the adrenaline kicking in from you almost being caught, “Yes please, Mrs Hwang, that would be amazing!!”

“Not a problem, lovely, I’ll let you know when it’s all ready for you.”

When she was out of sight, you heaved out a sigh before cracking open the door to Minhyun’s room

You realised it had been the first time you had gone into his room since he’d moved in and started working as your butler.

His room was so neat and tidy, so typically Minhyun.

When you went and put his present on the desk, you noticed his planner laid out in front of you

You wouldn’t usually pry on someone’s personal stuff like this, but even just glancing at it you could tell there wasn’t anything super personal in there, it was just his daily tasks, and events he had

You noticed he hadn’t even written his own birthday in the planner but he had written down all his friend’s

Curiosity got the better of you and you wondered if he’d written yours down there too

Flipping to your birthday, your eyes widened at the little note written on by the date

Y/N’s birthday - make sure she has a great day~!!^^

You heard the jingling of keys outside the house and you froze for the second time that night, unsure if you’d make it out without being seen

You managed to get the door shut just as Minhyun was walking up the stairs

He was holding a rose and a prettily wrapped box which you assumed was cologne (A/N: back in the day when you come of age in korea, you were typically given roses, perfume and a kiss but it doesnt really happen so much anymore)

“Oh, Y/N, sorry I’ve been out all day, did you need anything?”

“No no no, that’s absolutely fine, it’s your birthday after all! Did you have a good day?”

“Yeah it was good, we went to the arcade for a bit, and then the boys treated me to a meal”

He blushed slightly, scratching the back of his head in embarrassment

“They kept trying to get people to kiss me because it’s my birthday, so I ended up just running away and came home early…I know it’s a tradition but I wasn’t too keen on getting a kiss from a complete stranger.”

You laughed, “I’m sure they were just teasing, but I’m glad you had a good time.”

He nodded, smiling at you and letting you know again to tell him if you needed anything before you both went into your respective rooms

As you were getting your stuff ready for your bath, you heard a knock on your door

Thinking it was Mrs Hwang, you opened it straight away ready to thank her, only to be surprised by seeing Minhyun again

He was holding the present you gave him delicately in his fingers - a classic but elegant watch with a sleek leather band.

“Did you get this for me, Y/N?”

“oh..yeah, yeah i did… do you like it?”

“it’s so beautiful...i love it, but I can’t possibly accept this”

He reached out to return the watch to you, and you felt a pang of rejection

Not letting him return the watch to you, you pushed his hand away, “why are you giving it back to me? I got this especially for you!”

Mnhyun couldn’t think of a response, and with a sudden burst of courage and frustration, you blurted out quickly,

“Well, if you don’t want the watch, at least you have to get all three coming of age gifts today right?”

And before he could respond, you pulled him down to your level, giving him a very quick, chaste kiss on the lips before pulling away,

“Happy birthday!”

Suddenly all the bravery you had drained away and you tried to scurry past him but he caught your arm pulling you back into him to plant his lips on yours again

His arms snaked round your waist and you could feel yourself melting into his warmth

He smelt like a lovely mixture of fresh mint and peaches and you could taste the grapefruit tea he must’ve had earlier on his tongue.

Not breaking away from the kiss, you pulled him into your room by the collar of his shirt, shutting the door behind you

As soon as he heard the click of the door, Minhyun had you pinned against the door, his lips leaving a trail down your neck before he sucked gently on your pulse

You tried to stifle the moan that came from your lips, but it was too late, and Minhyun’s eyes came back up to meet yours, shining with intensity

“I’m…I’m so sorry, i don’t know what came over me” you apologised breathlessly, moving to step away but Minhyun’s hands were firmly on your waist holding you in place.

“Please, Y/N, please don’t apologise to me…”

His fingers went to caress the sides of your face and he smiled gently when you leaned further into his touch

“I’ve wanted to do that for a long time, but I never thought I’d ever get the opportunity to.”

You frowned, “what do you mean?”

“I’m your butler, I’m here to serve you, I don’t deserve to be here like this,” he gestured to the position you were both in, “with you..”

Scoffing you pulled him in closer, burying your face into his chest, “Minhyun, who I deserve to be with is for me to decide, and even if you are my butler, that doesn’t mean you are any less than I am.

And besides, I’ve liked you since the first day of high school from before I even knew you were my butler!”

“Wait since the first day of high school, really?”

“Yeah, and then when you became my butler, you were all uptight like ‘Miss Y/N this, Miss Y/N that,’ I couldn’t catch a break! It doesn’t help that your room is right next door, you were so distracting all the time!”

Minhyun grinned, “Well it’s the same for me then isn’t it, when we were at the first meeting as class presidents, you never paid much attention to me, but I couldn’t take my eyes off you for the entire time…you’re very cute when you’re focused.”

He leaned down to capture your lips again before you could respond and you gladly reciprocated

A light knock on your door caused you to jump

“Y/N are you on the phone? the bath is all ready for you now!”

Bright red blushes mirrored both of your cheeks, and you’re absolutely mortified that Mrs Hwang nearly caught you making out with her son, whilst Minhyun is just desperately trying to block out images of you in the bath

Looking down at you in his arms, he gestured for you to open the door as he hid behind it, but not before kissing you gently on the forehead, and whispering softly in your ear that he was looking forward to continuing what you’d started after your bath

;—-)))))

hey hey hope y’all enjoyed that! I love me a good Minhyun scenario. This one was one of the longest ones i’ve written so it took me quite a long time woops. Like I said at the beginning send in a prompt/au/scenario/reaction with a member of nu’est/W1/SHINee of you choice and I’ll write something for you!

Thanks for reading!

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yvvaine · 7 years

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I was wondering if any [past or present] Jonerys, Pro-Daenerys fans like myself feel this way.....?

Firstly Id say please be nice i just enjoy analyzing the shit out of fandoms I like, (im a history/polysci major ((with an emphasis on Peace Justice and & Conflict Studies)) all i do is analyze and try to be diplomatic lmao) but considering all they petty drama between both ships as well as pro/anti Daenerys stans ON BOTH SIDES I’m going to be “That Person” and at least ask for people to be respectful/civil, I want to hear from everyone and their metas/what they think which is why i tagged like, all the tags, no matter if you love her/the ship or cant stand it, as long as everyone can keep civil So firstly I’ve loved Dany both books and show from the beginning. She’s gorgeous, wants to be the best person she can be, and her hair/fashion style game is always ON POINT. That being said, somewhere around season 5 i think i’ve found my opinion on her cooling a little bit, ep after ep, till now. Like I still like her bc she was my first character love on the show but I’ve def soured in my opinion on her. Maybe it’s because I love learning about the subject that im more baised (im hoping thats the case) but she just seemed to have no interest in actual governance, just the reputation (esp of being the ‘rebel queen’)/the awe/the power/the thrill of the adoration that went along with it to the point where I feel like though she still wants to be a ‘good queen’ or at least wants to be seen that way, she doesnt want to do much work for the title. Like yeah she freed all the slaves and that was a def progressive and awesome move on her part (major props! slavery is sin and im glad someone recognized that who had the power to do something about it) but she didnt handle that aftermath or ensuing problems well at all nor really mulled heavily on the subject to find the best solution. She just got fustrated with pretty basic/common (albeit complex in themselves) issues of standard governance and kind of went agh! fuck this! (obv not actual quotes but that was the vibe I got). And then ESPECIALLY after season 7 her character has kind of nagged at me in the back of brain which i hate but its inherent like its just a feeling i cant help it?? I just dont know why to be honest that Im feeling so negative towards this character i used to love. The whole ‘ bEnD thE knEe ‘ thing w/ Jon and yet pinning it on Jon’s pride not equally on his and her own was more than a little hypocritical, when hon they can discuss it later like at that point they have two common enemies the WW and Cersei they both want to do away with, and then again with the Bend the Knee or Die bit w/ the Lannister soldiers. In fact the whole sequence before that point felt kind of villinous I dearsay, I mean deliberately burning the harvest that most of westeros needs for the winter or even strategically not willing to try, and well, nOOt intentionally burn the food considering its winter, the harvest is over (so likely not much is gonna grow in the time being) when she has a G I A N T ass army of her own to think of feeding???? Like i get it is war shit happens soldiers die but the F O O D ? Was that an impuslive in the moment mistake or did she just not give a fuck? And back to the aftermath scene/Bend the Knee 2.0, her speech was again quite hypocritical...and burning dickon?????? not willing to keep prisoners???? either bend or die??? I actually am glad she did away with Papa Tarly bc he was an awful human, but dickon????? a young idealistic man about to loose his father??? the heir to a major ally/house???? And honestly that bend or die strategy is soooooo dumb bc now she cant trust any of them like theyre only bending the knee out of self preservation homie, no one wants to die. they bend the knee to survive and now they all of the sudden think youre their queen? Nah fam, prisoners were better, all you got are spies in your camps or people willing to backstab you at the smallest promise of coin. And i dont want that for my girl

IDK the whole “im gonna BREAK THE WHEEL,,,,,,,,yet im stating my claim mainly on my housename (aka the predominant force of said wheel for a literal dynasty) and the fact that i can scare people who otherwise are unconvinced bc lets be real westeros has had a bad run of rulers a lot of which were Targs in the past couple decades, into submission bc ill burn you otherwise???” doesnt sit well with me nor does it feel like the character ive been rooting for the past five-ish seasons. She just doesnt seem to put into effort on understanding Westeros, why things go wrong, being self-critical or sharing the blame,thinking on what a “good” ruler would do.... anyone else feeling this way and if so do you think this is just shitty writing? D&D butchering her character? or a new arc for her? perhaps the way shes always been? She just seems like a tantruming child bratty and entitled idk (a beautiful child but still) As for jonerys...... im not gonna go into it much but how are other shippers happy????????? I honestly dont understand. I was SO looking forward to this season/this ship. like so much! But it felt so forced? And i know a lot of people claim its cause its rushed but tbh we’ve had a lot of romances in a similar time frame that felt like A C T U A L romances.....even Talisa/Robb who the Northerners will prob compare any of this too were so much better. THIS WAS MY EPIC SHIP DUDE. I feel the dany side of things (took a while but theres def heart eyes) and yet Jon???? He felt hollow. Still does even after sex. Im so disapointed but more than that I cant see the romance or the chemistry. He looks constipated. Hes never smiled like with his teeth around her the way hes done w others he cares deepily about (ygritte, toramund, sansa, even fkin gendry in the first scene they had together). He never reveals anything about himself. And between the “my queen” ep (and remember he was look warm when discussing her to toramund throughout it) and the previous the only thing that changed was that he saw the actual difference dragons made against WW. You could argue she saved them all too but that doesnt make you fall in love w someone out of the blue and also people have saved his ass before and??? Sansa w the vale anyone??? (Not an argument for jonsa js its happened) (though ill admit ive transitioned to loathing jonerys and loving jonsa more as a potential couple in the space of seven eps where if you asked me I wouldve been like PSH u cray. I never thought it would happen in a mill years but D&D ruined my ship and here i am! Shipping aside tho since its best too look at these things as neutral as possible). Anyways the sigh of his after she left and when he pretended to be asleep.... idk. The only scene that felt genuine and where Jon smiled and it didnt look like a full on grimace and they actually kinda joked around was really nice and at the pit at the finale and if they do a LOT more of basic romance stuff like that I could ship it again but. It was followed by boatsex and boy. I was hoping boatsex might rekindle my like for the two together. I could see the chemistry the passion. I was hoping the passion would overwhelm me and make up for the rest. But instead......like there was no foreplay, it lasted 2 seconds, and it was overplayed by brans voice and a reminder of future conflict or at the very least major angst b/w the two. i didnt see the parallel between regear and lyanna playing alongside their scene as anything romantic or that it should be taken as such. and the look they shared.... I was hoping jon would bring it bc Dany’s look in her eyes is like soooo smitten and adorable and say what you will I still have a space in my heart for her and still dont want her to suffer, but again Jon looks like oh shit/constipated. And not in a good oh shit way either. There is a bunch more too but Imma stop there bc Im just tired at this point. So many things were just....off this season. And it cant all be blamed on the “rushed” time frame. I’ve read the undercover lover theory and hon it makes the most sense (not perfect sense but still, more than what we’ve been poorly spoon fed) but im not willing to believe it just yet. Still, maybe D&D are just butchering a lot of things like making the romance believable and stuff for the sake of time that could be true i guess. But they like to go AHA GOT U so Idk I dont find a lot of meta in the jonerys tag bc honestly (((((i think its bc the tag and ship are more popular and theirs more people both good and bad)))) it doesnt seem like snowballing theories is something all fans take really well in the tag at all. But whatever. I really want to know, is there any meta or theories im missing to either validate the icky feeling Im haveing about D or her “romance” or on the flipside anything that might make me change my mind about it? Theories, meta people! I just want to reiderate im not trying to hate on anyone or any point of view and I will flag any comment anti one ship or person or another if its plain hateful or rude. I just want to understand it and see what Im missing, esp because of how much I was looking forward to her arc and jonerys’ dynamic and how much the words “falling short” dont seem to cover it. And to see if im not the only one to either have critique on the ship or her character [or even actually change ships] Also i apologize for how much ive said “IDK” i just..... I DONT KNOW

#this was way longer and is so rantish but #i might delete this later #depending on if i get hate for 'daring' to be critical #for now tho help a girl out? tel me your opinion? thx #jonsa #anti-jonsa #anti-jonerys #daenerys targaryen #anti-daenerys #plz be nice to eachother or just dont interact at all i just like knowing every side of things #and i feel like theres a side im missing or something im missing #i have a lot of feelings

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introvert-dragon · 6 years

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My favorite place in all the world is next to you (Part 2)

Part 1

Summary:

Every time they played adventure games, Hiccup always got to be the prince.

But Astrid never played the princess—Never.

Astrid would always be his knight-in-shining armor.

Childhood Sweethearts AU. Hiccstrid Feels.

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Warning: Put your seat belts on, buckle up, or hold on to whatever you can. You're in for a roller coaster ride.

No beta for the story, watch out for errors.

My favorite place in all the world is next to you.

~Promises~

"Hi Mom, I'm called you to let you know that I'm with Hiccup right now. We're currently working on a project on his house, and—Oh, I don't think his parents will be home tonight. So I may also stay later for dinner with Hiccup."

"Okay Astrid, you know your Pa and I don't mind you staying there for the night knowing you're with Hiccup. Goodluck in your homework, and stay safe. Love you."

"Love you too." Astrid ended the call, flopping down the sofa beside Hiccup.

"So what did your mom say?" Hiccup asked as soon as the call ended.

"Well the usual," Astrid shrugged, stretching her foot then placed it on top of Hiccup's lap. "So shall we take-out two extra large boxes of pizza, then I'll kick your ass in some video games, then you'll treat me outside for dinner."

"Geez... So demanding." Hiccup chuckled. "Shall we get ice cream too?"

"Why not?" Astrid hummed in agreement, then her face brightened. "Why don't we buy ice cream from the big rabbit store."

"Genius." Hiccup nodded, a faint smile tracing his lips. "Do you remember when my parents used to take me out to the big rabbit store for ice cream every time I have perfect scores as a kid?"

Hiccup sighed.

Oh no, Astrid recognized that sigh. "What's wrong Hiccup?"

Hiccup sighed again, "N-nothing ... it's just that I miss those times, when everything was simple and fun. No expectations ... just me being—Nevermind."

Hiccup clearly wanted to say more but decided against it.

Astrid sat straighter on the couch, and moved closer to him. She took one of his hand, and held on to it tightly, then said. "You know you can always tell me."

Hiccup didn't take his hand back—it was a good sign—instead he relaxed and smiled gratefully at her.

"My parents," Hiccup started, "it's just that they're barely home, and when they are home, they only ask me how is everything going on with the school. And even though they try not to show it—especially my dad—I feel like he's disappointed at me everytime he asks and I don't magically turn up into some athlete playing a bowl game. Instead, he got a son who's talking fishbone who's part of the quiz bowl."

Hiccup took a long-drawn sighed, his eyes distant. "I just wish they would be proud of me like they used to whenever they buy me icecream, I mean ... yeah sure they talk about my performances in school and the quiz bowl, but that's in middle school being part of the quiz bowl is all cool. And now that we're in high school... who cares about those stuffs. I'm pretty much a loser."

"You are thinking about this all wrong, Hiccup." Astrid took his chin with her free hand to make him look at her eyes. "You're the ace of the quiz bowl team—you're smarter than any of us here in Berk High. Universities and Colleges would want you."

"Yeah, but not my dad-"

"-I'm not your dad either, but I believe in you. And I will always like you just the way you are."

They couldn't hang out as much as they used to; they're in highschool now and they were shuffled to different classes, plus, they had their own fair share of homework and responsibilities.

They still hang-out at every opportunity they can, but lately, something seemed off with Hiccup; Astrid just knew it. It just felt different with him... his general aura or mood.

Hiccup was all alone, waiting for her in corridor; he hadn't spotted her yet.

Looking at him right now when he didn't know that Astrid was watching, why did it gave her the impression that he was carrying the weight of the world.

What was bothering him? Was there something Hiccup wasn't telling her? He should know that he could always tell her.

Then the moment he spotted her, though, his face brightened; so did hers.

Everything felt right in the world again as long as they're together.

But the nagging feeling didn't go away.

Everyone kept telling her why she was still hanging out with Hiccup.

"He's such a loser like—ew." One of the girls said, and the other girls snickered.

Astrid frowned. Hiccup was weird ... well weirder. Astrid always knew that but she didn't think there was anything wrong with that part of him. Astrid always knew that Hiccup was different—good different—and she liked that part of him.

They'd known each other since they were three, and with him she never get bored. Never.

Hearing all those insults thrown behind her bestfriend's back made her felt all sorts of sick.

Astrid was about to open her mouth to defend Hiccup, but another girl piped in. "He is such a nerd, like who the hell joins the quiz bowl team-"

Another girl piped in, "I know right we are not in middle school anymore—like hello? its high school and how lame is that."

Hiccup was smart, so naturally he got into the quiz bowl team. What was wrong with that? It was just like how she was good at sports that got her into the varsity team.

Then as if summoned by her thoughts, there was Hiccup, all smiles, waving at her enthusiastically. "Astrid!"

Her first instinct was to rush to his side, but everyone was looking at her.

For the first time in her life, Astrid hesitated.

He noticed.

Hiccup's face dropped and stopped waving at her. He looked hurt and betrayed when he dashed off.

Then everything registered in her mind; what had she done? Was she really that low... how come she let something so petty made her doubt her friendship with Hiccup.

Astrid gave the girls a glare worthy of a death threat. The girls cowered and flinched, but Astrid didn't had the time to bother with them. She needed to go after Hiccup.

There was a loud crashing sound of something hitting the lockers and things scattering in the ground. She watched as someone was being pushed over and tripped over and over again by some boys in the hallway, Astrid paused. It was Hiccup.

She felt numb, her vision blurrying, cold anger welling up inside her.

It did not end bloody well.

Before she knew it, she was being pulled off the teachers.

The boys ended up with broken noses and casts.

While Hiccup had to get his lips stitched.

It became a big incident, Stoick and Valka were furious. They threatened to pull out multiple sponsorship on Berk High if Astrid ever had to suffer even a single second of detention for only defending their son.

Astrid was lucky to only end up with a warning.

It turned out those boys had been continuously threatening Hiccup to cheat their homeworks, quizes, and projects. The boys had been suspended for over a month.

And ever since that day, everyone knew better than to mess with Astrid Hofferson; and never again did someone dare to pick on Hiccup Haddock.

+xxx xxx| Hiccup | 3:49 pm

H: hey u there? mum and dad going out of town. wanna hang out?

A: sure! as long as theres pizza

H: im ordering the ones with pinapple then :P

A: Hiccup Haddock the Third, you know how much I hate pineapples! You better order pepperoni or I will murder you. Anyways, waterbreaks over :( cya later after practice!

+xxx xxx| Hiccup | 5:17 pm

H: (inserts pizza picture here) look what just arrived

+xxx xxx| Hiccup | 5:31 pm

H: hey, is your practice extended, let me know when it's over?

H: Astrid? wer u at? the pizzas going cold.

H: U there?

H: :Pizza: hello?

+xxx xxx| Hiccup | 6:17

H: im hungryyyyy u still coming?

+xxx xxx| Hiccup | 8:31 pm | Recieved 4 missed calls

A: Oh crap! I'm really sorry Hiccup!

A: It's just that we had a really close mock game, and my teammates asked me out for pizza...

A: Oh god, I'm really sorry I totally forgot!

A: Hiccup? Please answer me!

A: Can I still come over?

A: I'm coming over now.

+xxx xxx| Hiccup | 8:32 pm

H: i fell asleep. it's fine no big deal. i already ate by myself.

A: Crap, Hiccup I'm really sorry I forgot about the meeting. Can I still comeover?

H: it's fine. you don't have to.

A: No it's not! I'm really sorry Hiccup, how can I make it up to you?

H: really forget it, it's no big deal. it's almost 9, i'd really feel better if you're home.

"I missed this," Hiccup said, laying down the couch. "Us. Hanging out here in any of our room just like the old times."

"It reminds me of the first time you have to stay over our house overnight." Astrid replied, smiling.

"Yeah... the whole sudden business trip—boy I was so scared back then thinking that Mom and Dad left me for good."

"You were such a crybaby then—Oh wait..."

"-Ass." Hiccup pouted, then sticked out his tongue.

Astrid punched him in the arm. "Wuss."

"But you married that crybaby." Hiccup pulled out a necklace from underneath his shirt; it was a toy ring.

Astrid felt warmth bubbling in her chest; it was not just a toy ring. It was their first wedding ring. It was old yet maintained in pristine condition despite the toy being made from cheap plastic. Astrid sighed, savoring the warm feeling in her chest, then snickered and hit him in the arm.

"So you and Brandon..." started Hiccup, "you guys dating?"

The warm feeling in her chest vanished.

"NO!" She didn't need to raise her voice, but she felt like she needed to. "Er! I mean not yet at least... We are sort of you know? just hanging out."

Hiccup sighed, then smiled but Astrid noticed there was a melancholic light in his eyes despite his genuine smile. "I'm really happy for you."

Astrid eyed him weirdly.

"No really!" Hiccup sighed again.

Oh no, Astrid knew that sigh... something was definitely not right, and was bothering her bestfriend.

"Is there something you're not telling me?"

"NO- no, I mean it's all cool, I'm sure Brandon is such a great guy..." Then Hiccup muttered something weakly.

"Hiccup, you know you can always tell me." Astrid said. That phrase still made something in her insides turn. Something they always told each other ever since they were young:

You know you can always tell me.

He didn't.

("Seriously Astrid you look fine, more than fine actually... You look incredible, you look beautiful as always—"

Astrid paused, her heart stopping for a moment before beating furiously. Hearing those words come from Hiccup why did her heart squeeze. It was as if she had been waiting for those words her whole life.)

Here she was on her first date with a boy. And yet all she could think of were Hiccup's words.

Everytime Astrid met Brandon's gaze, her mind wandered over a pair of warm emerald orb looking at her—she was yearning for it.

(The way Hiccup looked at her as if worth all the gold in the world—

—Or an unnattainable treasure, Something whispered in her mind. )

Brandon held her hand, and her first instinct was to pull her hand back. What was wrong with her? Her first time holding a hand of a boy her age who wasn't Hiccup. It felt clammy and uncomfortable... and it felt not Hiccup.

Brandon noticed her discomfort, but smiled at her.

There was something about the way Brandon looked at her. It felt unsettling...

Astrid smiled back, but it all felt unreal... Brandon's sincerity.

[ Conversations with Hiccup ]

H: Can I talk to you for a second?

A: sry can't right now im with brandon and friends

Hiccup is typing...

Seen by Hiccup

H: Okay.

[ Conversations with Hiccup ]

H: hey u up?

Seen by Astrid

[ Conversations with Hiccup ]

H: hey

H: Astrid?

H: I promise you this is going to be short, but I really need to tell you something important.

Hiccup is typing...

H: nvm.

Brandon cheated on her, with one of the cheerleaders, making out behind the bleacher.

It wouldn't had worked out anyway, Astrid convinced herself.

But it still hurted the same, not because she loved him—because she didn't—but she did actually like him.

Brandon said it was all her fault. Astrid was never with him, her mind was always with Hiccup. On their dates, she was always talking about Hiccup this and Hiccup that. She compared him too much to Hiccup.

They hadn't made it to the point where things went physically intimate. But Brandon was actually a decent guy to be with. They had been good friends, they hang out alot, they watched movies, and shared stories.

Until now that he cheated on her.

One of her teammates invited her to a party; To have some fun, to forget, to vent or to let out some steam.

She said yes out of impulse.

Astrid had never been to a real party before. She lied to her mother that she was staying with Hiccup for the night, and when she was about to call Hiccup—she hesitated. Not like they had been talking lately, so she decided not to tell him.

The party was exactly as she expected. Lots of people, booming bass, and lots of alcohol.

Eyes turned to her as soon as she stepped foot inside the house, as if the music paused. She quickly understood why.

Brandon was there with his new cheerleader girlfriend.

Astrid immediately regretted her decision to come here. But there was no way in hell the she was going to back off—she was Astrid Hofferson.

A couple of boys glanced at her warily. Astrid recognized them; they were the boys she beat up for bullying Hiccup. She ignored them as she made her way to her teammates who looked at her apologetically. Their eyes said, Sorry, we didn't know he was coming too. But she just waved it off saying it was fine.

One of her teammates offered her a punch, Astrid downed it without thinking. It felt as if fire traveled in her nostrils and she almost coughed it out but managed to swallow it.

She liked it. It made her senses tingle, and it made her feel alive.

"Take it slowly, or you'll get drunk in no time." One of her teammates advised.

Astrid lost count on how many cups she had downed when the alcohol started kicking in. She was starting to feel her vision blur slightly, and she felt the world around her distort.

Astrid was feeling hot and weird and bothered. A deadly mixture of hormones and alcohol.

There was this random guy who kept pestering Astrid. She gave him her number if it meant him leaving her alone, planning to block him later.

But the guy didn't leave her alone.

When Astrid felt something slid under her shirt. She would had beaten the hell out of him, but the world was spinning and she could only muster enough the energy to push him away.

"Get your dirty hands off her, you pervert!"

There was suddenly chaos around her, and the guy bothering her was knocked down the floor.

Then there was... wait a minute? Hiccup? And did he just knocked out a guy for her? And since when the hell did Hiccup grow so tall... so strong... so handsome...

Wait a minute? When did Hiccup arrive at the party? Screw that. What mattered was that he was here for her.

Astrid grabbed Hiccup by his arm, trying to drag him with her into the dance floor.

"...strid, let's go home." His voice was so alluring, she didn't want to go home—she wanted to stay here with him forever.

"I don't want to." Astrid blurted out, grabbing his face by his cheeks. She liked it how his face felt, it was no longer soft, his jaws felt firm and his stubble lining his jaw were prickling her palm slightly.

"Please... Astrid let's go," Hiccup begged, prying her hands but she held on to it firmly.

Astrid wasn't paying attention to what he was saying. All she could think of was how his lips looked so soft and delicious and he was so warm and his close proximity made her heart race ... then she didn't know what happened next.

Did she just kiss him? Or did they actually kiss? Why did she suddenly feel guitly.

"We're leaving." Hiccup grabbed her by wrist, and he was suddenly dragging her outside the party.

"Hiccup?" Astrid blinked at him, suddenly awake, alcohol and thrill gone. He didn't look back, he just kept on pulling her roughly until they reached his car.

"You're hurting me! Hiccup let go of me or I'll to break your arm!" Astrid threathened.

Hiccup stopped then loosened his hold on her wrist, turning around to face her. Hiccup opened his mouth several times but said nothing.

Why was she feeling nervous? She didn't do anything wrong. She was in highschool and it was perfectly fine for her to go to a party.

He took a deep breathe and said. "If you're going to ask how I found out, your mom was calling you, but weren't answering you phone; so your mom called me. You told her that you were staying with me. We haven't hanged-out in months, So I knew something was going on."

Astrid eyes widened, she quickly pulled out her phone from her pocket and felt appropriately rebuked to see 21 missed calls from her mom.

"I'm not mad at you," Hiccup sighed, he took of one her hand. "I told your mom not to worry; that you only forgot to charge your phone. But seriously, what's happening with you Astrid? You've been ignoring my messages, and not answering any calls, and now sneaking out to party at night, getting yourself half-drunk—do you have any idea how worried you mother was? How worried I am?"

"You didn't need to worry, I'm fine," Astrid yanked her hand free of his grip.

"You're obviously not." Hiccup sighed again, " Is this about Brandon? You know you can always tell me, you didn't have to go out there partying getting yourself almos—"

"—I said I'm fine! Just leave me alone!" Astrid snapped.

"I'm not leaving you alone! not when I know that you need me." Hiccup took a deep breath. "I promised that I won't leave you—"

"For fuck's sake Hiccup! What are we six? I don't give shit about your promise!"

Hiccup looked stunned, his eyes wide. Then he turned around, and started walking to his car.

"Where are you going, Hiccup! I'm not done talking to you!" Astrid shouted. "You want to know what Brandon said to me when he cheated on me? Fine! It was you, Hiccup! It was because you kept on messaging me that he started to get jealous. He told me how it was always Hiccup with me and Hiccup with that. And now I can't even be out there partying without you mommying me. No wonder he broke up with me. This is all your fault, Hiccup! You just ruin everything!"

"I-I... you really mean that." Hiccup said, toneless.

"H-Hiccup, no... I'm sorr—" She didn't mean any of it, she just lost her temper, maybe her mind, and her mouth kept moving.

"—You're right," Hiccup cut her off. "I just ruin everything. I always mess up. It's no wonder that Mom and Dad are fighting again, and guess what? It's because of all this..." he gestured all himself."You would know that if you answered any of my messages—and by the way—Mom is leavi... nevermind.

"I'm done. You can go back there for all I care. Goodbye, Astrid."

Astrid woke up in her room with an incredible headache. Why did her head feel fogged, her chest heavy, and her stomach leaden. She tried to recall last night's events but her head was pounding too much for her to remember anything. It felt like she was forgetting something very important.

She looked at the clock, and groaned. It was already 12:15pm. Luckily it was Saturday. She didn't want to stand up from her bed, but it was already afternoon and she didn't want to waste her weekend feeling sick in her bed.

"You're finally up." A her mother greeted her from the kitchen, she gestured her to sit down beside her.

Astrid groaned as she sat down. "Hey, Mom. Why does my head hurt so much."

"Here drink this, honey water, it will help with your headache." Her mother handed over the glass of honey water to her.

After she was done taking sips, her head felt a little better. Images of last night slowly came to her, but it was still fragmented.

Her mother sighed, her tone wistful. "Hiccup called last night, he told me where you were."

"Oh..." Astrid dared to look at her mother expecting her to be livid, she was only shaking her head.

"What's wrong... why aren't you mad at me." Astrid felt confused.

"You should go to the Haddock's and check it out yourself."

Hiccup, Astrid suddenly remembered last night. She wasn't herself last night, she had let go of many words she never meant to say to Hiccup.

A sense of urgency overcame her. Luckily she was still wore last night clothes that she was able to rush outside the house and head over to the Haddock's.

As soon as she arrived at the Haddock mansion, she noticed that the gates were left wide often. She hesitated for a moment, then she noticed one of the cars missing; Valka's car. Astrid quickened her pace, arriving shortly at the front door; it was also left wide open.

Cold settled in her spine as she ran through the door, thinking that there had been a robbery or an accident. But as soon as she entered the house, she found nothing out of ordinary. But there was something wrong with the air... it felt cold, stale, and empty.

When she arrived in the living room, she found Stoick alone, motionless, both hands in his face. Until today, she never thought it was possible for a man so huge to look so small, weak and broken.

Astrid approached him slowly. "Stoick?"

No answer.

Astrid cleared her throat, and spoke again. "Stoick?"

Stoick finally noticed her, he looked at her, his eyes were bloodshot and he looked like he had aged ten years.

Astrid swallowed. "What happened? What's wrong?"

Stoick only shook his head and muttered. "Val... My son... They left me... What have I done."

Memories from last night flashed in her head.

Mom and Dad are fighting again

You would know that if you answered any of my messages

Mom is leavi... nevermind

Goodbye, Astrid.

Astrid fell to her knees, realization dawning to her.

Hiccup took one of her hand, then hooked his pinky with her pinky.

"But I promise—I will never leave you, Astrid. Never."

~Promises~

end

Part 2

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happys-crazy-queen22 · 7 years

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Trust

Request by Anon. Hope you like it. WARNING- Talk of Child abuse.

Pulling up to your uncles work you got out of the cab and paid. You saw a guy with tattoos on his head. "Hey can you help me, I'm looking for a man named Alex Trager". "Oh you mean Tig, yeah hes in the club house I'll walk you in". "I'm Juan but you can call me Juice". "Y/N" You looked down at your shoes. Walking in the clubhouse the smell of booze, sex and smoke hit you. There was a bunch of guys sitting around talking to one another. "Hey Tig you have a visitor" Juice called out "Who the hell is....Y/N your here Doll". He bear hugged you swirling you around. "Hey Uncle Tig, please put me down I can't breath. You laughed "Its great to see you girl". "Been along time". He smiled raking a piece of hair from your eyes. "Yeah it has, couldn't really go anywhere for awhile'. You frowned "Sorry about your stepdad, he was a big asshole anyway". "Yeah he was, mom moved so thats why I'm here". "I hope thats alright". "YES, your my favorite niece in the whole world". He hugged you again. "I'm your only niece Tig". You said smiling for the first time in a long time. "Umm, Tig you going to introduce us brother" A blond guy asked "Shit my bad, Y/N this is Jax our Pres and over there is Chibs the scots man with Bobby he's our brain of the club". He laughed. You met Juice and theres Happy with Kozik over there in the corner. Hap's our tattoo guy and you know dumbass". "Opies not here so you'll have to meet him later. "Nice to meet all of you". You said quietly. You were nervous with all these men looking at you. "Hey its ok, all these men are my brothers". Theres no need to be nervous". He scenced you were scared. "Is there a place were I can change and use the bathroom"? "Oh yea, you can use my room". He wrapped his arm around you and lead you to his dormroom. "You need anything or want anything"? He asked before he walked out. "No thanks I'm good". He closed the door as you let out a breath you didnt know you were holding. You changed and gave your self a pep talk.

Tig walked back in the main room. All the guys looked at him with faces of confusion . "Dude, you have a niece"? Jax questioned "Yeah, she's my brothers kid". He took a sip of his drink. "What's her story brother"? Happy spoke up "Umm, it complicated". "You need to tell them". Kozik piped out. "Alright, my brother was married to her mom and they had Y/N. She was 2 when they divorced. A year later her mom got remarried to a fucking psycho, not like us psycho". "When Y/N was 5 they moved and I never got to see her much". My brother told me everytime he saw her she had bruises, scratches and even a bit mark on her". "Her mom would make up some shit story that she fell". Then when she was 15 Y/N told her dad that he was hurting her in different ways, she wouldnt go in to detail but you can get the picture". So we both went insane at the idea and we beat the holy hell out of him and her mother was suppose to leave him but she lied. At 16 they moved again not tell us were she went to, next thing we knew she was in foster care because the dick brains mom and stepdad were making meth ". Then something happened in there and now she trust no man or women. I'm the only one left now that she trust". He sighed. "Holy shit brother thats alot". Jax said "How old is she now"? asked Bobby "She's 23 now". Tig rubbed hes forehead "Where she been for 7 years"? Juices asked "Um I think with her mom after she got out of foster care her mom got out too and went to find Y/N. So Y/N went back to her, then about two years later her stepdad got out and he lived with them but recently he passaway from unknown causes". Tig smirked "You have something to do with the cause Tig". Jax asked "Maybe, just dont tell Y/N that I told you all". He pleaded "We wont have too". Chibs pointed to you standing in the hall way. "Shit doll I'm sorry". You ran over to him and hugged him tightly. "Thank you Uncle Tiggy". Tig was in shock " I'm sorry I couldnt keep you safe for all those years". He teared up "I'm ok Tig I promise, it made me who I am today". you cried out He pulled back wiping the tears from his eyes. "We need to throw you a party". "No no party". You said shaking you head. "Ahh come on, you will like this one". " If anyone gets handys I'm cutting them out". "You wont need too". Happy stood up and walked over to you. "I'll stay with you the whole night just to make sure". Umm I dont know". you bit your lip "Doll, you will be in great hands I promise". Tig reasured you. "Alright lets get this party started". you laughed Before you knew it, there were women everywhere getting stuff done. You tried to help but they shood you away. You saw Happy sitting in a chair watching you. It was kinda creepy but you did feel safe. "Hey Happy, you know you dont have to watch me every moment you know". You sat down beside him "I told you and Tig that I would". He threw back his shot. "You want one"? "Um.. sure, never drank before so here goes nothing". You sipped it and nearly died from the stronge fire in your throat. You coughed and gagged. Happy laughed "Maybe I'll just stick to soda". You croaked out "You probably should". He smiled He smiled, he had a great smile. You were starting to like him even trust him. "I'm sorry that you had to go through all that as a child". He shot another one down "Thanks, but everyone has a missed up part in their life mine just happened when my life was just beginning". "I know I do but its not like yous"."If I had know you back then I would have taken care of you stepdad myself". He said angryly "Happy can we just stop talking about the past and get on to the present". You put your hand on his shoulder laying your head down on your arm smiling up at him. "I think that shot was a bad idea" Happy laughed "Yea me too, I'll be right back". You said rushing to the bathroom You pushed the door open and went straight for the toliet. Throw up was everywhere, you missed to bowl. "Shit". You found paper towels and cleaned up. You washed out your mouth thinking that will never happen again. On your way out there was a guy starring at you with a creepy grin. You walked past him and he grabbed your arm "Hey there little missy, how about we go back to the bathroom and have some fun". "Fuck off". You spit out "Listen hear, you little biker whore. I came here to have a good time so your going to do as I say". You slapped his arm away, started to walk away as he came up behind you grabbing your hair. You elbowed him in the gut and turned around to punch him in the face with a foot to the groin. He laid on the floor holding his crouch. As the guys came running up. "What the hell happened"? Tig asked "Your little friend here grabbed me and told me I had to do everything he wanted, so I kicked his balls in". You smiled proudly "Way to go Dollface". Tig kissed the side of your head. "Come on you rat bastard". Chibs picked up the guy with help from Juice "Take him to the garage and make him comfortable" Happy snarled "I'll be there soon". "You did good Little Girl, I'm proud" Happy hugged you "Im gonna go see to our little friend" Tig walked off "Save some for me" Happy yelled "Where were you"? you asked Happy "I was right there, I didnt see you come out and then there was commotion but I didnt think it was you" " I want to trust you Happy, but I cant". "I'm going to earn it back I promise, no one will every hurt you again with me around". "So I should get use to having you around huh"? You looked up at his dark eyes "Yeah, I aint going no where". "Don't even think of running to Tig hes cool with it". "Good, I thought I would have to smack some since in that Uncle of mine" you laughed He pulled you close kissing your lips. Happy proved himself that you could trust him. In the beinnging life was a messed up fuck show but the future was a blessing with dark eyes and a tattooed soul

#happy lowman #happy lowman imagine #tig trager #sons of anarchy #happys-crazy-queen22

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staos, ch5: panic! at the fake dating

on Ao3 | on ffnet 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5

so....been a while, huh?

i just wanted to say that french paparazzi laws are totally different from this fic. they're actually incredibly strict, and the way the paparazzi in this fic act is more similar to the us, but still possibly kind of extreme? i probably should've googled that before using it as a plot point, but i didn't, and now it's a fairly major one, so i won't be going back and changing. i apologize for the inaccuracies!

shoutout to @reyxa for helping me with parts of this chapter and also thank you to everyone who hopped on when i was streaming! it was really fun and if people are interested, i'll probably do it again!

enjoy!

Adrien rests his forehead on the glass of his window and stares at the darkened city below him. He needs to move on with his life, but he can’t. Not yet. For now, he just needs to process this new information.

Marinette has a crush on him.

Fuck.

Marinette is great. Adrien thinks she’s great. He likes her a lot. Of course he does, he wouldn’t be planning to spend actual time fake dating her if he didn’t. But this—

It is new information. And it adds a new layer of complexity to an already way too complex situation.

The universe is a dick.

Plagg cackles. “Man can you imagine how much she’d freak out if she realized she was fake dating you? HA sounds like a soap opera!”

Adrien groans and sits down on the floor. He needs some time to process this. If anything, he had been under the impression that Marinette was still uncomfortable around him because of the gum incident. The way she stuttered and got all blushy around him—

Oh.

“How didn’t I notice before?” Adrien mumbles. He hits his head against the glass in frustration.

“Careful there, you’re going to hurt yourself.” Plagg rests on the top of Adrien’s head and Adrien can feel him moving around his hair to make a nest. “And you didn’t notice because you were so caught up in Ladybug.”

Adrien sighs. “Now I feel bad.”

“Hey it’s not your fault that you don’t feel the same way,” Plagg says. “And it’s not like she actually told you about her feelings or anything like that. It could be worse. She could’ve asked you out. And you could’ve not realized what she was doing. You guys are hilarious to watch interact, I hope you know that.”

Adrien’s eyes go wide. “Holy shit,” he whispers.

“What?”

“I tried to set her up with Nino! Oh my god.” Adrien buries his face in his hands. “God this is so awkward,” he says, his voice muffled.

Plagg tugs on his hair. “Hey, stop that. It won’t be awkward until you make it awkward. Or more awkward than it already is.”

“I’m just supposed to act like everything’s the same?”

“Duh. Did you forget you’re both dating superheroes? Or at least pretending to be? Now’s not the time to bring up her crush.”

“You’re right,” Adrien admits. Plagg scoffs. “Of course I’m right. I’m always right.”

“No you’re not.”

“I am this time.”

Adrien closes his eyes and breathes in the quietness of the house. He wishes he’d left a window open, just to feel the cool night air on his skin. It always keeps him calm and steady. His fingers are twitching to do something. He has the strong urge to create a flowchart or something, just to organize all the thoughts that are flying through his brain.

“Do you think she’ll come tonight?” he whispers.

“How am I supposed to know, kid?” Plagg asks.

Adrien shrugs. “You’re a god or something aren’t you?”

“If I could predict the future, we wouldn’t be in this mess. Trust me.”

Adrien laughs softly. “You’re ridiculous.”

“Yeah, so are you,” Plagg counters.

“No wonder we ended up together.” Adrien watches cars pass on the streets below him, small and and colorful, like toys. Everything is a game, life is a game, he just doesn’t know how to play it. “Do you ever think—”

“More than you do.”

Adrien rolls his eyes. “Do you ever think about how things would be different if someone else had gotten the miraculous?” His fingers find his ring and run over the sharp corners of it.

“Getting sentimental, are we?” Plagg teases.

“You say that like I’m not always sentimental,” Adrien says with a scoff.

“Alright well, you were always going to get the miraculous. Destiny and shit.”

Adrien frowns. “You believe in that sort of stuff?”

“I’ve lived a long time, kid,” Plagg says. “And the miraculous? There’s a reason for all of this stuff.”

“Does ‘this stuff’ include a fake dating disaster?”

Plagg snorts. “Definitely not. That’s your own fault, not the stars’. You made your bed, now you have to sleep in it.”

Adrien hums thoughtfully. Plagg isn’t wrong. He did get himself into this mess all on his own. He probably would’ve been better off just swallowing his pride and telling Ladybug he screwed up. But no, he’s here now and he has to deal with it.

“I’m not good at this,” he murmurs, more to himself than to Plagg.

“You’ll figure it out,” Plagg promises.

“I will?”

“Probably.”

Adrien sighs. “Great.”

“I’ll let you in on a secret,” Plagg says, patting Adrien’s head. “No one has any idea what they’re doing. Ever. People might have an inkling, but really, we’re all just winging it. Wing it until you fly.”

Adrien blinks. “That’s…surprisingly deep and inspirational.”

“Ew,” Plagg grumbles. “I take it back. Pretend you never heard me say that.”

Adrien smiles and rolls his eyes. “Heard you say what? I heard nothing.”

“Good.”

There has to be something good to come out of this mess. Adrien isn’t sure what it’s going to be, but it can’t be just a disaster. That’s statistically improbable.

Probably.

He finds himself listing the good, because otherwise, he’s never going to stop thinking about the negatives.

Getting to know Ladybug better.

Getting to know Marinette better.

He’ll finally find out how his dad feels about dating which…might not be a good thing, but at least they’ll finally have that conversation.

Spending more time with Ladybug outside of akuma fights and patrols.

Spending more time with Marinette alone, since before this, their only conversations were five minutes of stammering and he usually only hung out with her when with Nino or Alya.

?????

Profit

Adrien swears he was better at this optimism thing at some point.

Marinette wakes up and stares at her ceiling for a very long time.

She’s kind of scared to check her phone. But she does anyway, because she can’t just lock herself in her room away from the world for the rest of the time. Although that sounds really nice right about now.

The first thing she sees is a text from Alya, and her heart soars a little bit because she loves Alya and is so glad she has Alya standing by her in this. Even if Alya has no idea how convoluted this whole mess really is. It makes Marinette’s head spin a little bit, if she’s being honest.

From: the best™ To: partner in (phone stealing) crime morning babe!!! <3 just a reminder that i love u a lot ill see you at school w/ fists ready 2 fight off the haters and paps (ง'̀-'́)ง

From: partner in (phone stealing) crime To: the best™ Thanks al <3 Hows it looking??

From: the best™ To: partner in (phone stealing) crime :( dont look ily but dont do it ill give u a recap @ school k?

From: partner in (phones stealing) crime To: the best™ That….isnt encouraging Alyaaaa D’:

From: the best™ To: partner in (phone stealing) crime im sorry :’( but really if u wanna look at stuff thats fine i just wanna be w/ u if u do actually it doesnt have 2 b me i just want u 2 b w/ SOMEONE theres some Bad Shit™ i dont want u 2 read it alone itll either hurt u or ull hurt some1 else and as ur bff id like to avoid both of those things

Marinette sighs and puts her phone down on her stomach. She’ll respond to Alya in a minute or two, but for now she has to let herself imagine what kind of things people have said while she slept. She can definitely imagine. Imagining might be the worst possible thing she could be doing right now, but she has to wallow in her own thoughts for a little bit. People get death threats a lot on the internet, right?

“Tikki?” she asks suddenly as she sits up, realizing that Tikki isn’t next to her on the bed.

It takes a moment for Tikki to zip up to her bed. “Yes, Marinette?” Tikki asks with a cheerfulness that’s only a little bit forced.

“Do you think this whole fake dating thing is a mistake?”

Tikki blinks. “You know what I think about it,” she says after a long pause. “I think it’s overly complicated where it doesn’t have to be, and clearly it’s causing more harm than good. But if you’re happy—”

Marinette gives her withering look.

Tikki coos and nuzzles Marinette’s cheek. “You can stop whenever you want, Mari,” she reminds her softly. “If it’s not good for your mental health…”

Marinette sighs and looks down. “Yeah I just…I’m committed to this now. Or something like that. I don’t know.” She flops back on the bed. “I really didn’t think this through.” Her phone buzzes a few times on her stomach. “Is it important?” she mumbles.

She feels Tikki flip her phone over and hum. “It’s from your group chat,” Tikki says. “From Nino.”

Maybe it’s not super important, but it’s still probably something she should read. She picks up her phone and stares at the screen for a second before she processes any of the words.

From: ninope / the best bro / bae (biggest annoyance ever <3) To: what the happ is fuckening first of all our gc name is now almost ironically appropriate

From: the best™ / Alya / the babe with the power To: what the happ is fuckening lmao

From: ninope / the best bro / bae (biggest annoyance ever <3) To: what the happ is fuckening second are we going out for lunch today or nah

From: Adrien / my main man / sunshine To: what the happ is fuckening Can we? My dad is back in time for lunch and I want to stall

From: the best™ / Alya / the babe with the power To: what the happ is fuckening rip off the bandaid marsh

From: Adrien / my main man / sunshine To: what the happ is fuckening Yeaaaah no thanks

From: Marinette / mari berry / partner in (phone stealing) crime To: what the happ is fuckening Can we hide in the bakery/my house I dont wanna deal

From: Adrien / my main man / sunshine To: what the happ is fuckening That sounds perfect

From: ninope / the best bro / bae (biggest annoyance ever <3) To: what the happ is fuckening thats cool with me my dudes see you at school

From: the best™ / Alya / the babe with the power To: what the happ is fuckening im stealing baked goods also @marsh i already told mari but i got my fists and am Ready 2 Fite (ง'̀-'́)ง

From: Adrien / my main man / sunshine To: what the happ is fuckening Please don’t actually fight anyone Al, but I appreciate the sentiment <3

From: the best™ / Alya / the babe with the power To: what the happ is fuckening booooo i wanna fight but ok fine see u nerds in a bit!!!

Marinette forces herself to get out of bed and get changed. She feels like a robot as she gets ready, putting on her makeup and doing her hair more out of habit than anything else. She thinks that her emotions may have shut down out of instinct to protect herself, because she’s pretty sure that below the blank emptiness there is pure terror.

Yesterday, things had been bad. Now, people have had hours to digest the “Marichat” thing. On one hand, people could’ve calmed down. On the other, it’s had time to spread and people have had time to say things that are significantly worse.

She has a plan for telling her parents. And that plan is shouting out that she’s dating Chat Noir just as she runs out of the door for school and then sprinting away from her house so she doesn’t have to deal with it.

Perfect.

Adrien is surprised to find Alya and Nino standing in front of the steps of school instead of hiding out in the bushes. At least, he’s surprised until he steps out of the car and suddenly someone with a camera jumps out from the bushes and starts taking pictures.

Nino crams his hat on Adrien’s head as Alya grabs Adrien’s arm and drags him inside. Caught by surprise, Adrien is barely able to register what’s happening, let alone protest. Not that he would. He doesn’t want another picture of his face all over the tabloids. Don’t they have enough pictures to use from photoshoots?

“You could’ve warned me,” he mutters once they’ve hauled him inside. He hands Nino his hat back and smooths down his hair.

“Sorry, dude,” Nino apologizes. “We were caught up in planning how to get you inside.”

“I don’t think we succeeded,” Alya admits. “These guys are vicious.”

“They get paid to be,” Chloé snips from behind them. She studies her nails and leans against the wall. “They’re rats and it’s their job to be.” “What’s your excuse?” Alya asks.

Chloé rolls her eyes. “Am I taking him off your hands or what, Césaire? Don’t you have a different friend you’re supposed to be watching for?”

Alya’s eyes go wide. “Shit you’re right,” she mumbles. She pulls out her phone and sends off a quick text before dragging Nino back out into the fray.

“Why am I getting handed off to you?” Adrien asks Chloé.

“Babysitting duty,” Chloé says flatly. “I’m here to make sure you’re not being a dumbass.”

“I can take care of myself,” Adrien promises.

Chloé shrugs. “I know that. They both know that. But we also know you have a tendency to take what people say about you to heart, and—” she reaches over and plucks his phone from his hands, “we don’t want that.”

He opens his mouth to protest before he gives in and leans against the wall next to her. “People aren’t really saying anything bad about me.”

“Just your relationship.” Chloé flips his phone over in her hands a few times. “Besides, there’s no doubt that you’ll feel bad about what they’re saying about Marinette, despite the fact that none of that is within your control.”

“Of course I feel bad about what they’re saying!” he says defensively. “She’s my friend, why wouldn’t—”

Chloé gives him a look.

Adrien sags against the wall. “What’s that for?” he grumbles, casting his eyes to the floor.

She crosses her arms. “Adrien Agreste, do not tell me you’re that oblivious.”

He winces. “I might be.”

Chloé groans. “You aren’t serious.”

“Someone may have had to spell it out for me,” he admits.

“I hate you.”

“Fair enough.” Honestly, Adrien kind of hates himself for not noticing too. It’s only fair someone else hates him for it.

“No.” Chloé slips his phone into her pocket and grabs his hands. “You are not allowed to hate yourself for not returning someone’s feelings,” she says seriously. “You are not allowed to hate yourself because you didn’t realize someone felt something that you didn’t. Got it?”

Adrien stares at her.

“Got it?”

“Yes, mom,” he says, only realizing afterward how much those words sting both of them.

Chloé scoffs and drops his hands. “If you try to check any social media I’m taking this back and locking you out,” she says before handing back his phone.

“How would you lock me out?” Adrien asks, checking his notifications. He notices an email from Nathalie about lunch today and reminds himself to email her back with her plans before class starts. “I’ve never told you my password.”

Chloé smiles deviously. “I have my ways.”

Adrien narrows his eyes at her. “I’m changing my password now,” he announces.

“I have my ways,” she repeats.

“You know, between you and Alya, I’m starting to think that maybe I should just go back to writing letters and using carrier pigeons.”

Chloé snorts. “That would just make our jobs easier,” she points out. “You can’t escape it, Adri. Nothing is unknowable.”

He finds his thoughts going to Ladybug and brushes his fingers against his ring. “That’s what I’m worried about.”

Chloé grabs Adrien by the arm and pulls him closer as Alya and Nino drag Marinette inside the school. Marinette glances back over her shoulder with wide eyes, face pale as she stares at the paparazzi behind her.

“No damage done?” Alya asks Chloé.

“I know what I’m doing,” Chloé snipes.

Marinette takes a shaky breath. “Holy shit,” she whispers, looking to Adrien with wide eyes.

“You okay?” Nino asks, putting a hand on her shoulder.

She nods quickly. “Yeah it’s just— It’s been a morning.” She glances toward the door and lowers her voice. “I told my parents I’m dating Chat.”

Adrien notices Chloé’s eyebrows raise slightly as she leans the tiniest bit forward. She’d die before admitting that she’s interested in what Marinette has to say, so he’ll ask for her. “How’d it go?”

“Um…” Marinette tugs on a pigtail. “I don’t know?”

Alya frowns. “What do you mean?”

“I sort of—” Marinette takes a deep breath. “Okay, so I was running out the door because I was late—”

“Typical,” Nino murmurs.

She flips him off as she continues her story. “And as I ran out the bakery I sort of just shouted ‘I’m dating Chat Noir bye!’ and left. So…” She meets Adrien’s eyes. “That happened.”

Chloé snorts. “Sorry,” she apologizes when Marinette glares at her. “But that’s one way to handle the conversation. By not handling it.” She tosses her hair over her shoulder. “Hope they don’t google it.”

Marinette goes pale.

“Smooth, Chlo,” Adrien mutters.

Chloé shrugs. “I wouldn’t google yourself either.”

“Why were you googling Marinette?” Alya asks, eyes narrowed.

Chloé hums and turns her attention to her phone, typing rapidly. “I’ll see you later, Adri,” she says, tapping him twice on the shoulder before walking away toward the locker room.

Alya’s phone buzzes and she purses her lips as she reads the newest message. “Right,” she murmurs. “Anyway, I hope your parents are cool with this,” she says, wrapping Marinette in a tight hug.

Marinette sighs and sinks into the hug. “No promises,” she mumbles.

By the end of the school day, Marinette is just about ready to sleep for rest of time.

Of course, Hawk Moth doesn’t work like that.

“You alright?” Tikki asks as she flies out of Marinette’s purse.

Marinette sighs. “No, not really. I just want to curl up in my room and stop thinking and experiencing life for a while.”

Tikki nuzzles her cheek. “We can do that after this, if you want.”

“I’d love that,” Marinette admits. “Spots on, Tikki.”

The transformation and magic washes over her, calming some of her anxiety and clearing her mind. She’s always able to think more clearly as Ladybug. Maybe that’s because she knows exactly who Ladybug is. She still has questions about Marinette.

Ladybug swings up to the roof of a tall building to get a better look of the streets. The akuma had gotten away while she’d been finding a place to hide and transform, and its trail of destruction is more minimal than most.

She squints in the sunlit as she looks around Paris. She finds a sign of the akuma, a car crash, and after checking to make sure the civilians are all safe and able to get out of their cars, she follows the akuma’s path from above the streets.

Ladybug’s breath catches in her throat as she sees Adrien duck into an alley, the akuma on his heels.

“Shit,” she whispers. She didn’t really want to be making appearances with Adrien as Ladybug, but like hell she was going to leave him cornered.

Ladybug swings down into the alley, wrapping her arm tightly around Adrien’s waist as she swings by.

Adrien yelps and throws his arms around her neck, burying his face against her shoulder.

“S-sorry!” she shouts, landing them on a roof. “The akuma—”

“It’s fine!” Adrien says quickly. “You were doing your job. Saving my life.” He glances over the edge of the building before stepping back, and closer, to Ladybug. “Thank you for that, by the way.”

“Of course. Doing my job,” Ladybug says. That was all. Nothing more. Of course.

“Uh…so how do I get down?” Adrien asks.

Ladybug hesitates. “I can set you down somewhere safe,” she says after a moment. “If you’re okay with that?”

Adrien nods and puts his arms around her neck carefully. “Is this okay?”

Ladybug swallows and tries not to think about how close they are. She can scream to Tikki later. “Yup, it’s fine. Hold on tight.”

Adrien clutches onto her tighter as she leaps from the building. She’s more careful with her swings than usual. Even when she has to swing Chat around the city she’s not this careful. Chat always lands on his feet, and he has the bonus of a protective suit.

Adrien has neither of those going for him and that’s kind of terrifying.

She moves away from the akuma, landing as lightly as she can in the first clear street. She makes sure that Adrien’s feet are firmly on the ground before she loosens her grip on his waist. “Are you alright?” she asks.

Adrien nods before his eyes go wide. He whispers, “People are watching,” and presses a quick kiss to her cheek.

Ladybug tenses, her cheeks heating up. She can see the people Adrien mentioned out of the corner of her eye, phones and cameras raised, all catching the moment.

More news for the tabloids. Joy.

She jumps away from Adrien as there’s a large crash somewhere a few streets over. Car alarms start blaring and she gives him an apologetic. “I, uh, I have to…” She motions toward the akuma hopelessly.

Adrien nods. “Yeah, I’ll… I’ll find somewhere safe.” He chews on his lip and glances at his feet. “I’ll see you later?”

Ladybug is barely able to nod, screaming to herself as she throws her yoyo and swings off to the akuma attack. Chat arrives on the scene only a few minutes after her, panting and apologizing for being late, saying that he got caught up in something on the way. Ladybug just nods and focuses on not grabbing him by the should and screaming that Adrien Agreste kissed her! Her cheek. But still! His lips touched her skin.

She would’ve forgotten the fist bump at the end of the fight if Chat hadn’t raised his fist first. She gives him a small smile as she bumps their fists together before she breaks off in a spring and swings off.

The moment she’s detransformed and in her bedroom, Marinette presses a pillow to her face and screams.

“Are you okay, Mari?” Tikki asks nervously.

Marinette lifts her head from the pillow. “Yeah I’m good,” she says before burying her face in the pillow again and continuing to scream.

Adrien Agreste is going to be the absolute death of her.

#marinette dupain cheng #adrien agreste #nino lahiffe #alya cesaire #ladrien #my fics #staos #squares triangles and other shapes

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My sisters keeper

AN: Yes, I am still up at 3:02 am and watching Supernatural while Im about to post this SOA Fic. Plus I did some online shopping and feeling pretty good about that. Anyways hope you enjoy this piece I wrote and Take me to church pt3 will be posted sometime this week. I have a few personal things to take care of and other things that need to be taken care of as well.

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You and your sister are out doing errands together. At first you were going to pick up the medications that she has ran out of. The pharmacist always gave you hard time because she thought you would abuse them and leaving Carry to suffer.

“Y/n are we almost done here?” She asks coming behind you.

“Yeah, here take these right away” You tell her and open the bottle to take two tablets out

She takes them from you while she takes a sip from her water bottle.

“Im hungry now” Carry says once we step outside

“Lets go to the diner and get something to eat” You tell her while looking on both sides of the street to cross.

Carry looks down the street and notices a group of motor bikes parked down the street. She lets go of your hand while you are on the phone with your boyfriend. Arguing again. She never liked hearing you argue with him.

“You: Travis I am not doing this over the phone with you right now

Travis: If you two are not back here in 5 min”

You hung up the phone, knowing it would be bad when you got home. Just as long as he wouldnt touch your sister then thats all that mattered.

Your sister has a case of down syndrome and a not so great case of fetal alcohol syndrome. When your mom couldnt care for Carry anymore is when you had her move with you to Charming. You never had a problem caring for her since the both of you are more closer.

“Carry, Im sorry” You said while looking to your side but she wasnt there.

You looked into the shop but she wasnt there, ran across to the diner but she was there either and you ran next door but wasnt there. You came out into the street again, hope you would spot her but no where in sight.

“Hey doll face, sorry we arent open yet. Come back tomorrow” A pudgy man with long curly hair and a long beard says.

“You’re in a biker gang right?” Carry asks looking to the bikes

“Its a motor cycle club. You alright sweet heart?” He replies and asks in hopes she will answer.

“Im great. Im just worried about my sister” Carry replies while her expression changes.

“Is your sister in big trouble, the kind of trouble the cops cant handle” He says while the other guys come rolling in.

“Shes afraid to go to the cops” She replies in a hushed tone

“Hey Bobby, and who is this doll face” The cute blonde haired man says

“Im Carry, whats yours handsome?” She replies very cheerfully

“Im Jackson Teller but you can call me Jax doll face” He says as he introduces himself with a wide smile.

“These are my brothers. The man you were talking to his name is Bobby, that one with the tattoos on his head his name is Juice. Theres Quinn, Happy, Chibs, Tig” Jax finishes off introducing everyone to her

“Why is your nickname Juice? Is it because you always have lots of juice boxes?” She asks as her face lights up at the thought of a juice box

Juice tells her it wasnt that reason and asked if she wanted anything to drink. He takes her inside for a cherry coke.

“Whats going on with the girl?” Jax asks while Chibs and Happy stay outside

“She says her sister is in trouble and is afraid to go to the cops” Bobby replies while looking to Carry

“Did she say why?” He asks in hopes he got a little more info from Carry

“Nope, she stopped once you guys came pulling in” Bobby says while looking to him, Chibs, and Happy

“Sounds like spousal abuse to me” Happy says while looking to Carry and her catching him.

Happy plays along motioning what he did and she smiles at him while gesturing him that shes watching him. He gives her a thumbs up.

“Excuse me, have either of you seen this girl? She goes by the name Carry and shes my sister” You come running towards the group of men standing in front of an ice cream shop while trying to catch your breath.

“She’s right inside lass. She is talking with Juicey over there” The man says with a Scottish accent

“Oh my god. Thank you” You let out a sigh of relief knowing your sister is ok

“Im Bobby, Jax, Chibs and Happy” Bobby introduces everyone to you.

“Hi, sorry Im Y/n” You reply while still feeling less intimated

“Really thank you guys so much for keeping her company. If she kept wandering around by herself then she would be taken away from my care. She has down syndrome and fetal alcohol syndrome” You tell the guys.

“She came here and told us you needed help because you’re afraid of something” Bobby says while looking to you.

You had to tell someone and finally get rid of Travis for good. You had to let someone know or else Carry will be taken away for good.

“Shall we head inside?” You ask looking between the men.

“After ye love” Chibs says while holding the door for you.

His accent is what you can get used of and him calling you love. A man like him is what you needed, someone who knew how to respect a woman and knew how to treat a woman.

“Y/N!!!!!!!!” Carry yells your name in pure happiness and gets up from her chair to run into your arms.

“Ouch. Baby girl you scared me, I was getting worried someone took you from me” You tell her while still feeling tender from the other nights beating.

“Sorry, I just want to help. Are you still feeling sore?” She asks in a hushed tone feeling really bad for taking off on you like that but she had every right to.

“I know. Look you sit with your new friends and I will be sitting over here talking with these guys ok?” You tell her as you look to Juice who gives you a thumbs up and a smile.

“Ok. One more thing, see if any of them are single” She says in a hushed tone give you a wink.

“I think you are to young to be dating any of these guys care bare” You tell her while everyone chuckles.

“I know that, not me. You” She says and sits with Juice

“Playing matchmaker already. Well Im married” Jax says as you sit at the booth with him, Chibs and Bobby.

“Whats the problem lass?” Chibs asks looking to you with a sympathetic expression.

You look to him as if his eyes are looking deep into your soul, pleading for you to tell him what is going on at home and thats what made you break. No one has ever asked you what was going on and it felt good to be asked that. Carry hears you break down, she goes to sit with you and she gives you a hug.

“I know but you have to tell them” Carry says in a hushed tone while everyone in the shop goes completely quiet.

You try to contain your sobs but you couldnt control them because of holding in so much for so long.

“Can I tell them?” Carry asks in hope you will allow her. You nod while Chibs reaches across to give you a napkin.

“For as long as I can remember her boyfriend Travis has been beating her. It wasnt bad at first, they would just argue” Carry says while remembering all those nights ago when she first came to live with you.

“Now?” Jax asks as he tries to contain his anger

“As the years went by, it got worse. He would beat her until she wasnt conscious anymore. She scared me a few times when I saw she wasnt breathing” Carry says while you remember those nights.

“She couldnt go to the cops because they would send me back to our mom and she doesnt care for me properly” Carry continues while they understand.

“Why ye are afraid of going to the cops” Chibs finally understands the situation.

“I like your accent, I could get used of that” Carry says while looking to Chibs, he breaks a smile

“Thank you, I could get used of ye as well love” Chibs says while looking to Carry.

“We will definitely do somethin about that arsehole” Chibs adds while everyone in the shop rolls out

“Ye address lass?” Chibs asks looking to you and you had no problem giving him the address.

“Juicey boy, keep the girls while we head out” Chibs says while walking out.

“Got it” Juice says while giving Carry a small smile.

They stop in the drive way, Chibs bangs on the door and kicks the door open.

“Oh Im sorry, where are my manners” Chibs says with a sarcastic tone

Travis gets up from the couch quickly to see which asshole kicked down his door. When he saw the guys is when he plays it cool.

“Its alright, my girlfriends place anyway” He says trying to maintain his fear

Chibs gives him a good punch to the face and sees him go flying.

“Thats how she feels when you hit her like that” He says while towering over him.

Chibs kicks him repeatedly, pulls him up to give him a few punches to the face while Happy and Quinn hold him up. Bobby goes to pack up his stuff and amazingly he doesnt have much around the house. He comes down the stairs and tosses his stuff down the floor.

“If I ever hear ye come around here again, I will be happy to do this again and who knows maybe no one wont find ye. Arsehole” Chibs growls to Travis as he crawls out the door and gets into his car and drives away as quickly as he could.

“Lets get this place cleaned up for the girls” Jax says while looking at the mess they made coming into the house.

Chibs goes into the kitchen and sees pictures of you and Carry. He smiles at how happy you look and how unhappy you look with Travis.

“Where is Carry?” You ask looking to Juice

“I placed her in one of the rooms upstairs where she could rest” He says as he comes back into the shop.

“How did you manage to get custody over your sister?” He asks looking to you.

“I dont have custody over her, my mom does. I havent gotten around to doing that yet. I had her move out here with me a few years ago. My mom doesnt even notice, she was too doped up at the time when I went and got her” You tell him

“Carry’s sister keeper” Juice says with a meaningful smile

“Its more like shes her sisters keeper” You correct him after taking the last sip from your whiskey

“I think it goes both ways. The way she talks about you is like as if you swooped in and saved her. And same with her for you” He says while getting more candy from the counter.

The bikes roll in and Juice looks out making sure everyone came back whole.

“Jerk is gone and some of my guys made sure he stayed away” Jax says once he enters the shop.

“Where is Carry?” Chibs asks looking around

“Shes upstairs a sleep” Juice says while going up to wake her up and take her home.

“Ye are going to ride with me and I’ll have Juicey boy take Carry home” Chibs says while standing in front of you.

“Nice angel wings” Happy says once he notices your tattoo sprawled across your shoulder blades and coming down your arm.

“Thanks comes all the way down my back to and some feathers are fallen” You say while lifting your tank top to show him the fall feathers tattoo.

“Sick, thats how you do angel wings tattoo” He says proudly as he lifts his arm to give you a high five. You return the gesture and smile.

“Y/n Im going to ride on my first motor cycle” Carry says as she comes down the stairs with Juice with a happy expression.

“Me to” You place your arm around her neck and wink at her.

“Is she going to be alright on the bike?” Chibs asks looking to Carry while Juice helps her with the helmet.

“She will be fine, shes going to love the ride” You tell him and put on the helmet

The long ride to your house was a great one, you got to ride with your knight and shining armour. While Carry enjoyed with her new found best friend, you loved how Carry looked. Happy and care free without the thought of anything bad going to happen.

Once Chibs and Juice pulls into the drive way is when Carry hurried off into the house.

“Juicey, mind giving me a minute with Y/n” He asks while patting his back and pointing at you.

“Sure thing brother, take your time. Im gonna say good night to Carry and head back but you can stay behind, Ill tell the others” Juice says while heading inside

“Mind if I say goodnight to Carry?” Juice asks patting you on the shoulder.

“Sure, she went running up stars. Her room is the second door on the left” You tell him with a wide smile. Happy your sister has finally made a friend.

“Thanks” He says with a wide smile and went up the stairs.

“Juicey boy got attached quickly” Chibs says from the door.

“Im happy though, she hasnt had a real friend since she moved here. Travis never let her out of his sight” You tell him while you motion towards the kitchen and he follows.

“I hope ye dont mind me staying, just in case the bastard tries to come back” He asks in hopes you will have him stay.

“Please. I can make us coffee” You tell him and begin making the pot.

“Night y/n and it was nice meeting the both of you. Wish it was a different circumstance but happy Carry came by. I hope to see you and Carry more often” He says with a smile and walks out the door.

“Aye, thanks brother” Chibs says watching as he walks out the door.

You and Chibs talk all night, getting to know each other and surprisingly had the same common interest in music, movies, and had the same interest in classic cars.

When the sun rose is when neither of you noticed until the conversation continued on the couch and just loving each others company. Until the both of you fell a sleep in each others arms laying on the couch. Carry woke up feeling refreshed and when she came down to make herself some breakfast is when she noticed you both sleeping.

She got the spread and covered the both of you.

“I can definitely get used of this” She says in a hushed tone and continued to the kitchen.

Soon after the both of you woke up to a fresh pot of coffee waffering through the kitchen and into the living room. You got up with a happy expression while Chibs had the same. You walked into the kitchen while he followed and you gave him a cup and he poured himself coffee.

“I hate to cut this short but I got to get going. I forgot I have a job to handle” He says finishing the last contents of his coffee.

“Well I hope to see you again soon” You tell him

“Really?” He asks in hopes you would say that. You nod with a smile

“How about we get some dinner tonight? I can ask Juice to watch Carry for ye” He asks knowing he would love to hang out with your sister.

“YES!! Say yes y/n” Carry yells from the top of the stairs while you both chuckle.

“Sounds like a date” You tell him and give him a kiss to the lips. He accepts the kiss and pulls away shortly after.

You watch him leave from the living room window, you see him drive way and just before he makes the turn is when he gave a wave. You felt happy and completely free of the burden and it was a great feeling. You knew that you can be happy with Chibs and he can make you feel safe. You are happy Carry had ran to that ice cream shop, if she hadnt you wouldnt have met Chibs and the rest of the guys. You were thankful towards Carry and happy she is with you. Your pride. Your joy. Your everything. Along with an added benefit in Chibs.

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