“I had a... n-not a dream... i-i-i-it was a n-nightmare.”
(let’s just pretend he’s hugging you, not Aunt May, okay? K cool)
Written by Christina
Word count: 2442
Category: angst and fluff, y’all. nothing new here lol
Requested by anon: hello i would like to request a peter parker x reader imagine where there dating and he has a nightmare about her dying and he goes to her apartment and cuddles her and the next day he’s all clingy but she doesn’t mind it at all? can you make it really cute please?
A/N: Oh my gosh I am so sorry it’s been so long since we’ve written, let alone post, a new fic. Danielle took 15 credit hours this quarter and worked about 25 hours on top of that. I took 13 credits and worked 20 hours a week, plus I got my crap with the MDD and SAD, so doing school work was hard for me. Long story short, we were busier then we’ve ever been. But we’re free! Both of us had our last final today, so y’all are gonna get something real special;)
Anyway, I’m back and I hope this is cute enough for you, anon. Enjoy!
Man, it’s good to be back.
Tap tap tap tap tap tap.
You groaned and rolled over, unable to open your eyes. You were in the middle of the best sleep you had in a long time, and you had no energy to get up and satisfy your curiosity of what was making that noise.
The tapping became louder and more furious, finally making you open your eyes and sit up. What in the world? you thought angrily the house better be on fire or something because honestly, I just want to go back to sleep. You rubbed your eye and glanced around the room. No flames or smoke. Good, no real emergency. You shrugged and laid back down. Your head just hit the pillow when your phone went off. Of course, it was one of those nights where you forgot to put it on silent, so the loud ringtone of Left Hand Free temporarily stopped your heart as you jolted up, snatching your phone. You already know who it was because of the custom ringtone.
“Peter,” you started, your fatigue hindered your ability to hide your irritability at your boyfriend. “If this is to tell me about some stupid new web fluid formula, I swear I will-”
“Y/N,” Peter said. That was all he said. His tone made you stop. Something wasn’t right. He never sounded like that. You started to get scared. What was going on? Was Peter crying? Why was he crying? He almost never cries. Something must really be wrong. Your brain was waking up enough to start formulating horrible catastrophes in your head. Tears welled up in your eyes as you tried to shake out the thoughts and focused them on what you needed to fix.
EXO Fanfic: Fantasy AU (Other World Chronicles) Main Pairing: Female Reader/OC x Oh Sehun (Shadowkind)
The Other World has been at peace for many years, the Council keeping law and order between the Kinds and Lands. Even Outsiders live threat free. But in a world so vast and varied - can peace ever truly last..?
AUTHOR NOTE: to anyone new: Hello! This series can be read alone, but it is actually from a collection of stories I have written for the same alternative universe. I would recommend reading those to fully understand everything that is going on (especially my own characters and the whole politics of the place - and especially Charred for Sehun’s backstory in this fic!). But that being said, it should be okay if you want to read it as a stand alone!
to anyone who has read the Other World series already: HEY LOVELIES! It is finally here, Sehun’s time to shine!! I know it is not that long since I finished Roots, but I am all ready to get this fic going. However, I am starting my new course very soon, this will be updated a bit slower than I normally do, I hope that’s okay. Also for anyone who has not seen/does not know - for the foreseeable future: THIS WILL BE MY LAST OTHER WORLD FIC! As lovely as I find it that you want me to write one for every member, the world building takes a lot of time and effort so I need to take a break from it! I might come back one day, but for now… please don’t expect any more!
Okay! I’ll shut up now: hope you enjoy!!
P.S. I have tried something new, and parts of this story will not be reader perspective, but Sehun’s! Just you know, before you get confused.
You stared out at the expanse of water below you, watching the way the sunlight was dancing softly on the waves. The breeze played a little with the opening of your silk dressing gown, but you didn’t feel the cold. The Light Islands never get cold. You sighed, moving the glass of wine a little in your hand as you leant against the wall of the large balcony. You watched how the light played in the crystal, the way the liquid seen to turn gold in the sunlight.
‘Shouldn’t you be getting ready to go?’
You looked over your shoulder and saw your father walking towards you. He smiled at you as he approached, raising an eyebrow. You considered him for a moment. Despite his old age, he still seemed full of life. His eyes twinkled beneath his now grey hair, and still the sunlight danced happily along his skin.
‘Remind me again why I have to go to this wedding?’ you said, letting your eyes drift back to the view.
Request: can u write an imagine in which
crow eaters make nasty comments on you just because juice seems to be interested
in you so you two end up making out in his dorm?
Crows always make nasty comments about the reader’s curves in imagines, so I tried to write something different this time. I imagine the reader as a cute, boorkworm, nerd, geek girl and I hope it’s okay and you enjoy the imagine.
He was back from a run with Chibs and when he hopped off his bike, Juice saw you laughing with Kip at the picnic table. It was a good surprise to see a new face around TM, but then he realized you should be there for Kip, since you two seemed to be very close. Later that day, he learnt you were just his brother’s sister and were there to help Gemma while you were in Charming, spending your vacation with your family. That meant you were off limits for him, but Juice couldn’t help; more time you spent at TM and close to him, more he fell for you.
“I don’t know what you see in her”, one of the crow eaters said behind him. Juice was on his break, pretending to drink his protein shake while he was actually admiring you from afar.
He glared at the crow over his shoulder and decided to get back to work. What did he see in you? You were lovely, so nice to everybody and a geek like him. Yes, his brothers couldn’t believe such a beautiful girl like you would be a geek, but you were. Juice’s favorite moments were when he talked to you about games or Netflix series you were into. However, you were barely talking to him lately. You were always rushing to do your errands and disappearing after hand your brother his lunch. People noticed your change, but they thought you were just busy studying or something. Juice had a feeling that wasn’t true and he was just waiting for a moment alone to ask you what was really going on.
Weeks later, Juice had his chance. He was walking down the hall, going to grab his laptop at his bedroom when he bumped into you coming out of Kip’s bedroom.
“Sorry”, Juice said as he held you, keeping you from falling.
“I-It’s okay”, you nervously smiled, putting a strand of hair behind your ear, “Hi Juice”
“Hi Y/N”, he smiled, “I haven’t seen you around lately”
“I-I have been busy you know. I just brought clean clothes to Kip, he’s such a child sometimes, I…”, you suddenly stopped rambling and bit you lip, “I gotta go”
You passed by him, practically running away. “Y/N! Wait!”, Juice grabbed you wrist to make you stop, “I want to talk to you”
“I have to go Juice, I got things to do”, you sighed. Something has been bothering you and he wouldn’t let you go without telling him.
“Please”, he begged, “I thought we were friends, you don’t talk to me anymore”
“Fine”, you whispered after a moment thinking and followed Juice to his bedroom. You let the door slightly open and crossed your arms when Juice turned to you, “What do you wanna talk about?”
“What is going on?”, he blurted, “We miss you around, we haven’t seen you in weeks and when we do, you’re always in a rush”
“I told you, I have been busy”, you shrugged. Juice wasn’t convinced, it was something else.
“That’s a lie”, Juice calmly said. You narrowed your eyes and opened your mouth, ready to snap at him, but after a second you just sighed. “Y/N”, he raised an eyebrow, waiting for your answer.
“Crows”, he barely heard when you spoke again.
“What?”, Juice asked.
“Crows”, you embraced yourself and looked down, “They say I don’t belong here. I don’t have the right looks, clothes, hair… I’m a nerd, I’m never gonna find a boyfriend and…”
“Y/N”, Juice cut off your rambling and got closer, raising your chin so you would look at him, “Hey, don’t listen to them. Crows can be mean sometimes and they’re wrong, you do belong here, everybody likes you and… I think you’re perfect, just the way you are”
“Y-You do?”, your eyes got big and you blushed. Juice thought you’re the most adorable girl he had ever seen.
“Yes”, he smiled, “And crows are jealous. You’re competition”
“Me?”, you frowned. Juice nodded and you shook your head, walking away from him, “No, I’m not. I mean, look at them and… Look at me”
“I am looking”, Juice grabbed your hand again and gently pulled you to him, “I can’t take my eyes off of you Y/N”, he whispered and kissed you. You tugged on his kutte, the kiss got deeper and then Juice lifted you just to fall on the couch with you straddling him. You pulled back, breathless, with your cheeks red and pupils wide. Juice thought you would run but you didn’t move, just stared at him as you breathed deeply.
“Are you saying you like me?”, you blurted, “Are you saying you want me, the nerd?”
“Yes”, Juice said and to prove his point he pulled you to another kiss. You melted in his arms and couldn’t help but whimper when he moved his lips to your neck.
“I like you too Juice”, you whispered. Juice looked up at you and smiled, hugging you tighter. “I can’t believe you looked at me, from all girls, all the beautiful girls around you”
“I told you Y/N”, Juice grunted, “You’re beautiful”. He suddenly laid you on the couch and hovered over you, looking into your eyes, “Now could you please stop saying things like that? I’m trying to make out with my girl here”. You pressed your lips together and nodded, making Juice smile, “Good”, he grinning and kissed you again, proving you were his girl, the only one he wanted.
Request: (by @chigonaconcha) Hey! Can I request a Winn Schott one shot where Winn wants to ask out reader but doesn’t know how and finds out she’s never been asked out on a date?? Also if u could tag me in it that would be awesome thank uuuu
Pairing: Winn x Reader, feat. Alex, James, and Kara
A/N: This hits way too close to home…
Winn sat at his computer at the DEO, fidgeting with a toy that he
kept on his desk. He stared off into space as he contemplated asking you
out. It wasn’t so much whether to ask you out or not, but rather how to ask you out. He always got nervous talking to beautiful women, but
with you, it was worse. You were really special to him and therefore
needed to be asked out in a special way. He couldn’t just ask you.
“Earth to Winn!” Alex waved a hand in front of his face.
“What? Oh hey, Alex.” He shook his head. “What can I do for you?”
“Can you trace this for me?” She handed him a piece of paper with something written on it.
“Sure can!” He took it from her and started running a trace on his computer.
SasuSaku Festival 2017 . Day 11- CEO x Assistant . Title: Chemical Reaction . Summary: AU- Sasuke is left alone to solve a formula for a new medicine, and is surprised when he finds out that he’s got some company. . A/N: Okay, I think this will be the last fic I’ll write for the SS Fest. There are still 3 themes to go, but there’s also the SS Month coming up, and since you guys don’t seem to be enjoying this very much, then I think I’ll start the preparations so I don’t take too long to finish like last year. Anyway, I tried to make something more realistic and light, and I hope you guys enjoy it! Please, tel me what you think, and have fun! . . . The numbers weren’t matching. He had tried every single math operation he knew, tried to balance the results and solve the equations, yet nothing seemed to work out. The light coming from that computer’s screen was starting to irritate his dark, tired eyes, and as he rested his hand over his mouth, the young businessman was starting to lose faith in himself.
It was already long past the time to go home, but Uchiha Sasuke decided not to leave his office until all the work was done. Necktie already forgotten, two buttons loosened and coat already hanging somewhere in his office, Sasuke struggled trying to finish his job before being allowed a good rest. As requested by his older brother, he needed to verify the formulas of a new medicine their company was developing, and even if he’d normally solve these kind of problems in a blink of an eye, that formula was just getting the best of him.
His head hurt like hell, the bags under his eyes were growing deeper and his breathing alternated from deep inhales to moments of pure relaxation. Sasuke had already lost count of the amount of coffee he had already drunk, and at that moment, as he stared at his empty mug, he knew he could not go on without that hot supply.
“ Screw this.” He scoffed, as he forcefully pushed himself up from his chair, ready to refill his mug. At that moment, he couldn’t care less if he had already had too much. He needed more coffee. He also needed to sleep, but work seemed to be more important than that.
If your still taking spideychelle prompt could you do a jealous! Michelle
!Loved your jealous Peter fic. You should do a jealous Michelle one .
Omg can you do one with Michelle getting jealous?!
Loved ur new fic!!! Was wondering is you would write a fic about spideychelle proposal????
hello! i hope this is okay! i tried to write this in many different ways but nothing ever really felt right. so, this isn’t just jealous!michelle. so if you’d like me to write more jealous!michelle that is more similar to the jealous!peter fic i wrote, let me know and i can write some small oneshots or something. (i have ideas for jealous!michelle that is similar to jealous!peter but nothing that was enough to make a whole fic.) anYWAY, i hope this is okay! and sorry it took so long!
When Michelle is a freshman in college, she has a bit of a crisis. She and Peter have been best friends for around two years now, and she’s been nursing a healthy crush on him for a bit longer than that. And in their whole friendship/crush existence, Peter has only ever liked one girl: Liz Toomes. (Which, if she’s being honest, Michelle probably had a crush on Liz too. So she gets it.) This is all a roundabout way of her saying that she’s been able to have a crush on Peter Parker and not do anything about it because their relationship to each other and mostly to other people always stayed the same.
But in their freshman year of college, Peter Parker gets a lab partner for intro physics. She seems like a kind, genuine, funny, good person. She’s friendly and intelligent. And whenever Michelle makes the trek to MIT to join Peter for lunch before lab, Gwen always asks how she’s doing and takes a genuine interest in MJ and her life. So, Gwen Stacy is exactly Peter’s type (if Liz is a crush to go by), and MJ has a mini crisis about it.
Peter and Gwen don’t start dating though. At least not for the first month or so of school. But MJ is worried. And then one Wednesday while she’s doodling in the middle of her freshman seminar (it focuses on human rights and MJ is actually a big fan of the class, but That Kid™ is speaking right now and he’s absolutely insufferable), she feels her pocket buzz. It’s a text from Peter.
the dork pedro: hey, are you free for dinner tonight
hi there I was wondering if you recommend a reverse gravity falls fanfic? Something with multiple chapters and preferably finished also i love your blog im really new to reverse gravity falls so i dont understand much of the art im hoping that reading a fic might help
Thanks! That means a lot. Okay, this is gonna be hard because even though there’s a lot of fanart, there’s not a lot of fanfiction, even more so that’s complete. But, I tried my hardest to find some with chapters that were complete. Most of these will either be not complete or one-shots. I’ll update when I find more stories to add.
– When Gideon Pines’ parents accidentally abandon him in the strange town of Gravity Falls, he falls into the hospitality of an even stranger girl named Pacifica Southeast who sees a summer of opportunity with her new friend. But Gideon really doesn’t want to stay longer than necessary in a town run by a couple of occult-obsessed fourteen-year-old twins.
After the brutal deaths of their parents, the Pines twins cling to each other as they challenge the world. Between Dipper’s cunning and Mabel’s charisma, they’ve come to dominate their foster home and middle school - until one day, their great-uncle shows up and takes them under his wing. Now their world’s gotten a whole lot bigger…
– Gideon and Pacifica go to Gravity Falls for the summer, thinking it would be an ordinary summer. But when Pacifica finds a strange journal in the middle of the woods, she and Gideon discover many mysteries behind the town along with a whole lot more.
– The Gleeful Twins are known to be Gravity Fall’s renowned celebrities and occult experts, so when Gideon and Pacifica start unraveling secrets and attracting supernatural attention to themselves, they take notice. In Mabel’s case, in more ways than one. With the return of an old foe and a secret hidden deep within Gravity Falls, how will the four teens fare?
Dipper and Mabel Pines are the well known “Mystery Twins” of Gravity Falls, where they hold magic shows every summer at the Tent of Mystery. But when a particular dream demon shows up with the promise of teaching them real magic, their summer takes a turn for the better and worse.
Gideon and his stepsister Pacifica are sent to live with their Grauntie Carla at the Mystery Shack for their summer vacation. But something dark lies in wait for them within the sleepy town of Gravity Falls.
Mabifica/16 chapters- 19,000+ words/ WARNING: things will get very dark
“Welcome to the Tent of Telepathy! We are so glad you could make it on such a special night. Today we tell a story of four children, each far more out of their element than any of them had every imagined. We hope you aren’t easily frightened, this is not an easy tale to tell!”
Gideon Gleeful is sour as ever, rotting away in prison. But what happens when Bill Cipher of all people offer him a deal? What happens when said deal causes two insane people to arrive? Those two insane people are the last people he’d ever expect to see.
Gideon Gleeful and Pacifica Northwest are spending summer with Pacifica’s magician uncle Bill Northwest. Of course, it would be a normal summer if they hadn’t found a journal describing the crazy mysteries of Gravity Falls, Oregon.
25 Chapters- 80,000+ words/In Progress
If anyone has any other stories to suggest, please let us know.
Synopsis: You noticed you hadn’t been paying attention to the small details in life. He noticed you meant much more than that.
A/N:(do yall get the title lmao its moon instead of mood ok anyways) Okay I know I literally just posted something last night for a comfort piece, but I’m really trying to be in good spirits before the new year kicks in, hence me forcing my feelings out in this piece. I just need to get this off my chest!! I teared/choked up a little in one part, and so this piece is personal to me. I’m sure many of you can relate, which I hope is what this exactly does. Thank you to everyone who tries to cheer me up. I feel sorry for those who have to put up with me and my mess. I love yall much more than you already think you know. Wonwoo’s words are from me to you <333333333
Warnings: probably tears?? since i myself teared up when I wrote this!!
The sudden strong gust of wind howled in your ears and whipped your hair all around, inhibiting your vision momentarily. You hastily threw over your hood and stuffed your glove-covered clammy palms back in your coat pockets. The sky burst in a vivid mix of sweet potato orange and cotton candy pink, the glare almost directly at eye level, sitting just atop the horizon. The skyscrapers and apartment buildings were engulfed in the shadows to come that were rapidly creeping upon the vast metropolis. The bright lights radiating from not only the rush hour but also the urban life almost drowned out the natural one you seemed to take for granted much more as you grew older.
“Penny for your thoughts?” The hiss of a soda can opening interrupted your internal monologue, and you were regretfully brought back to your senses. You took the offered drink in front of you as you kept your gaze on the sunset. The figure fell in place next to you and all you were aware of was the seeping cold numb of your Coke through your black leather gloves and the gulps from your best friend chugging down his.
“Just… thinking about how beautiful the sunset looks tonight,” you slowly say as you begin to sip your beverage. He finishes his drink in one gulp and lets out a satisfied sigh. “Yeah, it sure is bright tonight. I don’t think it’s looked this nice in a while. Although I can’t really say since I stay cooped up in a building most of the time,” he laughs breathily. His eyes trail to you and his next words jolt you awake.
“You have that faraway look again. The one where you block your thoughts from showing.”
You opened your eyes to the bright world around you, the sunlight dancing across your face as you let out a soft sigh.
Your dreams never changed since that day.
You felt a familiar pang in your heart at the thought. You knew it was all too good to be true.
Your eyes fluttered shut as a slow and deep breath escaped your lips. You fought to clamp down the sudden wave of emotion that threatened to consume you.
None of it had been real. He’s gone for good. You reminded yourself bitterly. There are things in life you can’t control, no matter how hard you try to. He taught you that, in the most painful way imaginable.
Holding on would not change the past at all.
It’s all a lie…None of this is real. You thought sadly. It felt so much like home…so safe and familiar. But it’s just an illusion. Perfect. Beautiful.
You took a final glance at the stunning view before you, savoring the feel of the soft green blanket beneath your feet.
Time for me to leave. You knew exactly what you had to do.
You felt like you were in a trance - one which you longed to be in forever. Time seemed to come to a halt - or maybe it had sped up…It was difficult to say. Did the world around you shift and change, or did you?
For a sweet and fleeting moment, nothing seemed to matter anymore.
Astrals, how I’ve missed this.
Your lips curled into a small smile as the familiar taste danced around on your tongue, your fingers relishing in the feeling of smooth and perfect porcelain against your skin.
It was all a blur then.
Something familiar, yet strange washed over you…Something from a memory from long ago, maybe even a dream. You thought it had been lost to you forever.
But there he was, right before your very eyes.
You thought it had been lost to you forever. Something from a memory from long ago…Something familiar, yet strange washed over you.
It was all a blur then.
Your fingers relished in the feeling of smooth and perfect porcelain against your skin. Your lips curled into a small smile as the familiar taste danced around your tongue.
Astrals, how I’ve missed this.
For a sweet and fleeting moment, nothing seemed to matter anymore.
Did the world around you shift and change, or did you? It was difficult to say. Time seemed to come to a halt - or maybe it had sped up. You felt like you were in a trance - one which you longed to be in forever.
You knew exactly what you had to do. Time for me to leave.
You took a final glance at the stunning view before you, savoring the feel of the soft green blanket beneath your feet.
But it’s just an illusion.
So safe and familiar…It had felt so much like home. You thought sadly. None of this is real. It’s all a lie.
Holding on would not change the past at all. He taught you that, in the most painful way imaginable.
There are things in life you can’t control, no matter how hard you try to. You reminded yourself bitterly. He’s gone for good. None of it had been real.
You fought to clamp down the sudden wave of emotion that threatened to consume you. Your eyes fluttered shut as a slow and deep breath escaped your lips.
You knew it was all too good to be true. You felt a familiar pang in your heart at the thought.
Your dreams never changed since that day.
You let out a soft sigh as the sunlight danced across your face.
You opened your eyes to the bright world around you.
Warnings: Character’s death (mentioned), sadness, fluff (?), tell me if there’s more
Reader gender: Neutral
Summary: (Y/N) lost her grandfather and is really sad about it. One night, Dean helps the reader and tries to comfort them.
A/N: This is based on recent activities in my family. My grandfather died last weekend and I am broken about it so I wrote this to lift the heavy weight off a my chest a bit. Also, this is my very first published fanfiction, so I hope it’s okay. As you noticed, I gave up on request though I do hope this is okay too, maybe I’ll do requests later.
GIF isn’t mine
It had happened before. It wasn’t something new and yet it hurt the same. Your grandfather had died today while you were on a hunt. Not that he was a hunter, he didn’t even die because of something supernatural. No, he had an accident which led to various things and his death. It hurt. When it was day, you wouldn’t show it you wanted to stay strong for your family. But whenever it was time to go to bed? You broke down. You has so many things you hadn’t done with your grandfather. So many things you wanted to say. Wanted to hear him say. But it was too late and you knew that.
Tonight was that night. A night where everything you should’ve done was being screamed at you by… well… yourself. Tears were streaming down your face as you looked up at the ceiling and whispered, “I’m sorry… I’m so sorry, grandfather.” Silent sobs escaped your throat while you spoke. There were various cracks in your voice, “Please… If only you could give me one more day… Grandfather, please…. I want to hear your jokes, your stories… Please…” And no matter how ridiculous it may have looked, you kept going. You needed your grandfather to hear you, to understand from wherever he was,that you love him and that you’ll miss him.
That’s how Dean found you. Alone and broken on your bed with closed eyes up to the ceiling, whispering in yourself towards your dead grandfather. It broke his heart to see you like that. The tears that ran down your face made it worse. The sobs you tried to hold back, so that nobody else would hear them, made him almost shed a tear himself. Dean recovered from his state of pity and walked over to you, wrapping his arms around your shaking body. He didn’t say anything, he simply held you and pressed his lips to the top of your head softly. You didn’t care anymore. You let yourself break down and cry into his shoulder. At one point he began to hum something. A familiar tune to both you and him: Hey Jude.
You didn’t know when, you didn’t know how but you had fallen asleep in Dean’s arms around your waist, holding you close. Dean also had fallen asleep after he whispered soft words in your ear:
“I’m here, I love you.”
And that’s how Sam found both of you. Sound asleep in one another’s arms in your bed.
I’m going to try my best with this!!! I went under the assumption that the reader and Todoroki are already in a relationship but it’s new. It’s kind’ve long, hope that’s okay!
He couldn’t understand why his s/o was always so reserved when they went out together. Well, not that he wasn’t. But he tried to remember their favorite things and try to incorporate them into their dates. Maybe they were going through something personal and they weren’t ready to talk about it with him? Or maybe they thought that he couldn’t help them with it? He couldn’t even focus on his schoolwork, maybe some perspective would help.
“I don’t know what to do,” he said to his friends in the study lounge, “should I ask them about it, or should I wait until their ready to talk to me about it?”
“I wouldn’t recommend waiting,” Midoriya chimed in, “we waited for Iida to talk to us, and look at what happened.”
“That’s true!” Iida exclaimed, hands already directing nearby planes, “ although my actions may not have changed, talking about what was going on would’ve helped me considerably.”
“But I thought that they knew that they could tell me anything,” Todoroki looked down at his phone, seeing their photo, “maybe I really am like that old man.”
“What do you mean?” Midoriya asked, obviously picking up on the angsty vibe that his friend was dropping.
“Maybe I can’t do relationships,” he sighed and leaned back in his chair, “we just started dating and they already can’t talk to me.”
“NO, you can’t let yourself think like that!” Iida was very much in his face now, “As your class president, I am telling you to go and talk to them and tell them how you feel!”
“Iida, maybe talking to us first-”
“No he’s right,” Todoroki got up and put his books back in his bag, “I can’t just sit here guessing.”
And so he left and heading down stairs, towards the lobby of the dorms. He sent them a text to meet him. He couldn’t let himself worry about interrupting them, this was important. He only waited a few minutes before he saw them.
“Hey,” they couldn’t even look at him.
“I don’t know what’s going on,” he said and grabbed their hand, “but I want to. I don’t want to be someone who ignores those who are important to them.”
“Nothing’s going on,” they looked at him, they didn’t seem sad, maybe it was defeat, “I just don’t know how to do this.”
“What do you mean?”
“I’m not good enough for you,” they looked up at him, eyes clearly watering, “you’re the best person I know and you’re going to be this amazing hero and I’m in the support courses,” they choked up and their tears started falling. All he could do was hug them, he had no idea that they felt that way.
“I thought that you felt like you couldn’t lean on me,” he said into their hair, “what other people think or how they view me has absolutely nothing to do with my feelings for you. You make me a better person.” They nodded into his chest. “Do you want to go get ice cream?”
Omg new blog! Best of luck, you beautiful you! <3 can i request an aizawa scenario? Him and his s/o (female, if it's okay, otherwise you can leave neutral, i couldn't find your rules on mobile) where she pops as a surprise in the ua dorms (which is not okay, i think) and when she tries to delay her leave he finds she's only there bc she learned there's a storm coming and she's phobic/afraid of thunders, so wanted his company to keep her calm? Something like that xD hope it makes sense
You can request whatever gender you want! Just if you don’t mention it, I’ll make it as gender neutral as possible. I also don’t know if visits are allowed or not myself if that’s not ok but… we can pretend right? (o v o)/
Word Count: 957
“What are you doing here?!” Aizawa hissed at his girlfriend, but now it just seemed logical it
had been her. The knock at his door
was too soft to be a teacher’s—they were all excessively loud and confident to
his liking; it was also a bad call for a student to snitch on someone else
after curfew. Still, she knew
civilians were not allowed onto the campus unless they were given special
permission or accompanied by someone else. “Better yet, how did you even get in?!”
“I brought you some food, that’s all!” She lifted the paper
bag she was carrying, “I thought you’d be proud I was smart enough to figure
out from your texts that you didn’t have enough time to prepare food for
yourself when you don’t even have time to sleep.”
His lips grew into a thin line as he took the bag off her.
“… Good assumption, alright? You’ve delivered your food, now, so you should
go.” He was about to close the door on her face when she shoved her foot into
the crack at the last minute.
“I packed two dinners!” Her voice burst out of her, a little
more loudly than Aizawa would have enjoyed at that moment.
He sighed and opened the door to her relief. “Get in.” His
eyes darted down both ends of the hall as his girlfriend slipped in before he
changed his mind. It wasn’t often that he was that flexible; it must’ve been
the fact that he hadn’t been able to spend time with her for the entire week.
She understood that of course, but it hadn’t been for the weather forecast she
heard today in the morning, she wouldn’t have been there bothering him.
The small room she stepped into appeared more as a prison
than a home; there was only a bed, a desk, a bedside table, a couple of
appliances lying on a counter near a sink, nothing completely eye catching
except the massive stack of papers lying on the table in neat piles. The
disheveled man lost no time in unpacking the food from the paper bag: two sandwiches
wrapped in craft paper and two bottles of water. He smirked and walked handed
her her half of the meal, and settled down beside her on the bed. How she had
been scolded by her supervisor for drinking too much coffee, how she had found
some money on the street and treated herself, how she had made friends with the
neighborhood cat—just simple things—were a much needed welcome for the
raven-haired man. Honestly, her presence that night had been a blessing since
he was about to rip his hair out from reading twenty essays all written on the
same prompt. He also shared a bit of his life with her: how his students were
fairing and growing, how they had either passed or failed their test, how he
was now doomed to grade papers. Both of them skirted talking about the
incidents concerning the Villain Alliance, though. Soon, though, both their
sandwiches were finished and the man stood up from the bed. “I’ll see you out,
“W-wait!” She burst out as her eyes darted around the room.
“I have to… I also came to make sure your place was clean. If you live… in a
pigsty, then you.. will get sick and not do your job properly—yes, that’s
right! A clean room, a clean mind they also say!”
“Who’s they?” Aizawa frowned as he opened the door.
“Doesn’t matter, but umm…” She walked over to an already
organized desk and just awkwardly straightened out the papers into neater
“[Name] you really have to go now. You know you can’t be
here without clearance.”
“I know but nobody
else has to know I’m here.”
“You’re breaking the rules.” Give it to a pro hero to always
be thinking of the rules. She turned and took in his tired face—dark, knit
eyebrows and dark under eye circles. Maybe
she should really leave him alone; it wasn’t the first storm she had faced
alone, and it wouldn’t be the last. All resolution broke down when she heard
the first rain drops pelt onto the window.
“… Can’t now! I didn’t bring an umbrella!” She lifted her
hands in defeat and laughed nervously.
“C’mon, that’s just cruel. Sending your girlfriend into the
rain….” Her words trailed off as he shoved an umbrella into her face. The flash
of light illuminated the room and she gripped the umbrella tightly and lowered
her head, bracing for the sound. She wasn’t ready, though. When the thunder
hit, she felt her knees buckle under her and cried out as she fell to the
“[Name]!” He slammed the door shut and rushed to her. The
two hands on her shoulders served little to comfort her as she kept her face
covered with her arms. “Don’t tell me… You should’ve texted me there was a
storm coming.” His words were gentle, but still stern.
“Busy…” was what she muttered as she felt her chest tighten
and her heart trying to burst out of her chest. Flash. Boom. Tears started streaming down her face. Aizawa gently
pulled her into his lap as he settled down against a wall.
“I’m never too busy for you.” He mentioned as he stroked her
hair. “I love you, [Name], and you know that.” She blubbered something out, probably
an ‘I love you too’ or an apology but
it was just unintelligible. He held her even tighter in his arms, “shush now. I
want you to spend the night with me, dear.”
You were the only reason such a strict pro hero would ever
break the rules.