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[quicksilverslover]

Missed Opportunities - Pietro Maximoff x Reader

Three times Pietro missed the opportunity to ask Y/N out and one time he didn't.

Word Count: 1.4K+

Welp. I am pretty new at writing, and my English is... A complicated mix of British, American-ish and Rubbish lol, so I beg your forgiveness for the silly mistakes (like prepositions and such)! Hope you enjoy!

Tagging @thedevilwearsvibranium because I tried a thing (?!¿¡) and she gave me a few tips which I used wised wisely (?!?!?) :^)

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i.

Late.

He was late.

Pietro wasn't even paying attention to whoever was in front of him. He was just thinking about the Chemistry class, of which the professor was kind of intolerant about punctuality. So yes, of course he had (literally) run into someone, dropping all of their books.

“Er… I am sorry, I…” He started, but shut up as he saw who the person was.

Pietro couldn't believe his luck.

Did God hate him or something?

He had just bumped into Y/N, the girl he'd been eyeing for two months now.

“It… it's ok, Pietro…” She smiled kindly, hypnotizing him to lean down and help her grab the books. He absolutely forgot he was late for Chemistry.

He'd been head over heels for her since the day they met. Okay, maybe not since their very first meeting, but he developed a crush on her pretty quickly.

Pietro returned the Y/N’s books and picked up his own, smiling at her and trying not to look like an idiot. “I'm really sorry, printesa.” The (h/c) girl returned his smile. He then took a deep breath and…

“By the way, I was wondering if-” “Oh.” She cut him, looking at the books on her arms. “This one is yours.” She picked the first book in the pile and handed to him. Pietro read the big word “Chemistry” and felt the blood drain from his face.

“S-Sorry again, Y/N, I'm late for class!!!” He ran past her like a missile, mentally slapping himself for missing the chance to ask her out.

ii.

“Pietro, are you even paying attention?” Y/N asked, waving her hand next to his face. Said boy realized he'd been staring at her without even blinking. He quickly made up an excuse. “It's… This is boring, printesa! Can't we take a break?”

“But we barely went through the first part- ah, forget it…” She sighed in exasperation, yet ended up smiling slightly at Pietro. “You're incorrigible.”

He just chuckled back. Y/N had been meeting with him in the library so she could help him study subjects in which he had difficulty.

That's how Pietro’s sapiosexuality took over his heart and he ended up being a mess around Y/N, which was totally out of character considering his usual flirty behaviour towards everything that breathed. And she seemed just not to notice it. His sister had told him a million times to ask her out and he’d never found the right opportunity to do so.

Well, why not now?

“So, Y/N, how about-” He paused at the vibration of a mobile phone. Y/N’s. On the screen it read “Mum”. He saw her frown at it. Of course she did. It was recently found out by Y/N (and eventually her closest friends, including Pietro) that she was adopted. It was very fresh, and therefore a delicate matter.

“I… I have to pick this up.” She said, trying not to let her voice fail. She grabbed the insistent vibrating mobile phone and whispered an “excuse me for a moment” before leaving the library momentarily.

In Pietro’s defense, the blame was on the circumstances. But he missed his chance again, nonetheless. Even after Y/N came back, she was clearly not in the mood for chit-chatting. And obviously, he respected her, so they just resumed their studies awkwardly.

iii.

To say that Pietro was popular with the girls is an understatement. He was physically attractive. He had a foreign accent (everyone loves foreigners). He was good at sports.

That meant, like in every cliche movie about teenagers, that he was a girl magnet.

Except for the one he actually liked.

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“You're an idiot.” Wanda said in Sokovian, crossing her arms in disbelief. Pietro was flirting with Amanda, one of the cheerleaders of the football team when his sister arrived. He didn't really mean anything serious with the cheerleader, everyone knew he only had eyes to one girl.

The twins often talked in their native language so no one would understand them. And one of the most frequent subjects was Pietro’s ridiculous lack of attitude towards Y/N. “What is it now, sister?” He rolled his eyes, watching as the girl excused herself.

Wanda discreetly pointed at the nearest grandstand. There sat Y/N herself, wearing earphones and and reading a book. He gulped, again, not believing his luck. When she noticed Pietro’s not so discreet staring, she waved, smiling coyly, as if not very comfortable about something. She had obviously seen the previous scene.

“Go talk to her! If you didn't just screw up any chances you have, of course…” Wanda said, a fake sweet smile on her face as she also waved to Y/N, before giving her brother one last look and leaving.

Pietro knew Wanda was right. Even though everyone knew about his appealing demeanor, Y/N was the last person he wanted to see that. What if she never gave him a chance, for being afraid he wouldn't take her seriously or cheat on her? Of course he would never do that, but he could never tell what Y/N actually thought of him in that aspect.

All those thoughts dragged him down. Yet it didn't stop him from going to sit next to her. “Buna dimineata, printesa~” He gave her his best smile, watching as she marked the page of her book before closing it and removing the earphones.

They talked about several subjects and, eventually, “dating” popped up. He thought about asking Y/N out right then, but dismissed it as a bad idea (and timing). She had seen Pietro flirting with Amanda, so opening up with Y/N about his feelings could be misunderstood and she could think he was a womaniser or something.

So he missed that chance due to pure paranoia and stupidity.

+1: iv.

God seemed to notice Pietro’s struggle after all.

He forgot his scale ruler at the library. It was late afternoon, so he didn't expect to be more people than the library lady. But there was one bookworm that looked up from her notebook and glanced at Pietro, who felt his heart melting. She sent him an inviting smile, and he approached her after retrieving his material.

They talked briefly about what she was studying. And, with that, he found out that Y/N had the habit to study his subjects besides hers, so she could help him later. He had thought that Y/N simply knew everything. Not that she made such effort for him.

And he knew he was screwed. At this point he was probably in love. He tried to act normally, I swear he did. But in the end he earned a laugh from Y/N. “Pietro, you are being a mess. Breathe.” She said among giggles. Well, he was already in hell, might as well dance with the Devil! Looking down, he somehow managed to answer.

“... That is... Because... I like you, printesa. A lot.” He took a deep breath, honestly not knowing what to expect. So that was the sensation of telling someone his feelings and finding himself before the possibility of being rejected. It was the first time for him.

A thousand thoughts ran through his mind, before Pietro finally looked down at Y/N. She was grinning playfully, not surprised at all. “Yes, I know~”

What?

Pietro must have been looked stunned, because she was giggling now. “Believe it or not, it's really easy to know when you and Wanda are talking about me. Plus all the staring, stuttering, blushing...~”

Heat rose to his cheeks. Pietro gave Y/N a seemingly confident smile, trying to hide his utter embarrassment. “I guess you were smarter than us, huh~” he muttered, smirking at himself. Now the big question was: would she return his affections?

“So…” Pietro almost couldn't hear himself. His heart beated faster than a hummingbird's. “Do you wanna go out with me?” He raised both eyebrows, uneasiness practically dripping from his mouth. But he still managed a shy, loving smile.

He only relaxed when Y/N touched his hand, taking it gently. She bit her lip before replying. “Of course I do. I would love to, actually.” She said that so easily, so honestly. “I haven't said anything before because… I was a bit affected by that thing with my parents and-”

For impulse, Pietro approached Y/N before she could finish and finally locked their lips, being corresponded immediately. Right now, neither of them were thinking about anything else in the world.

And all his worries vanished.

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What the bloody hell was this ending :B

Anyways, I hope you like it more than I did xD

[ellipsesarefun]

A/N: Tired of having it in my WIPs so I’ll just cut them into shorts before merging them altogether in 

Fandom: FENCE comic

Characters: Nicholas Cox/Seiji Katayama

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I. 

Nicholas Cox babbles in his sleep. Seiji isn't sure if this is a nightly occurrence for he only catches Cox's deep, pillow-like voice in the moments when sleep doesn't come as easy as he wishes it should. He'll never admit even to himself that this eases the background silence against his own mind-numbing introspection in the late hours of his wake.

The first occurrence started during their first week as roommates after a grueling day of training. There Seiji is, sitting up on his bed and recording his observations of the day on his journal under the dimlit room provided by the lamp on the other side of the curtain. Nothing seems to perturb his train of thought except for the frequent snores emitted from the bane of existence himself. Zero.

He pauses a few times, gathering the words in his mind while trying to mute the most annoying distraction with small doodles on the edges of the paper, and then he retreats back to writing. He still isn't quite accustomed to his... living arrangement yet (and he doubts that he ever will) but he indulges the hope of Zero being kicked out of school after the try outs.

A groan escapes from the other side and his hands waver above the paper for a second before scribbling once again. Another inaudible noise twitches his ear drums and the tip of his pen digs onto the paper a little harder as it slides the words onto the material. By the fifth groan, his fingers ache from squeezing the life out of his pen that he releases it from his grip and takes another moment to breathe.

“Seiji,” muffled his roommate from the curtain. While atrocious looking, he’s partly grateful for the divide. Otherwise, he’d have hurled his pen at Zero’s annoying face for continuously interrupting his blissful silence (granted they were unintentional but he never wanted this arrangement in the first place). Seiji puffs out a breath and continues on as though Zero never existed.

“Seiji, Seiji, Seiji.” His utterly frustrating and unconsciously rude roommate calls out again, louder this time. Seiji’s hand freezes to a stop, unceremoniously drops his pen to his side of the bed and closes his notebook with an indignant shut.

“What?” He hissed, glaring at the ridiculous duck curtain as though it encompasses Cox’s entire face. He careens his head to where the division parts and notes the shadows lining Cox’s relaxed body, still in his slumber. Exhaustion sweeps in like stardust in his eyes and Seiji gives in. Whatever his roommate has to say he’ll  forget it in the morning. He’ll brush whatever bubble of moment is about to happen and will dig it into the back of his mind until it merely is an insignificant occurrence where his insomniac mind is out of sorts.

“Can you help me find my pants?”

Seiji takes it back. No matter what he says it’ll only rile him up further. He ignores the request and shoves his notebook and pen under his pillow and lowers his upper body back down from sitting up for so long. He’s almost had enough of his roommate’s stupidity-

“You’re a pain in the ass you know that, right?” Sigh. The words, “As if you aren’t yourself” almost fall from Seiji’s lips but he bites his tongue and turns until his back is facing the curtain. He anticipates for another idiotic conversation for few minutes before Nicholas’s snores echoed and gradually, Seiji shuts his eyes to a dreamless sleep.

The morning after, they’re already ignoring each other again. Seiji doesn’t question himself when his dark gaze lingers on Cox’s sullen face for too long.

[paintmewithmemories]

naturally

Three times Taehyung shows Jimin how much he cares about him, and one time he says it.

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[daelighthwi]

After I met you (I haven’t lost the happy memories to the rain)

(Jung Sewoon/Kim Jaehwan) crossposted on AO3!

Sewoon is Jaehwan's sunshine.

alternatively, the three times Jaehwan sang for Sewoon and the one time Sewoon sang for him instead.

❤️️ 1.

The microphone is adjusted and someone clears their throat into the microphone. The whole cafeteria turns to look, including the junior that Jaehwan was hoping to impress. "This song is dedicated to Jung Sewoon." The butterflies in his stomach grow as Jung Sewoon's eyes light up in recognition. His lips form a single sentence: Jaehwan hyung, what are you doing?

Listen to this, Jaehwan tries to communicate with his eyes, I'm trying to tell you something.

He begins to sing. "You are my sunshine, my only sunshine." Sewoon's hands fly to his mouth as red rapidly colours his cheeks. His eyes open wide and he blinks furiously in shock.

"Is this a dream?" He asks Gwanghyun. "Is my crush actually telling me that he's in love with me?"

Gwanghyun shrugs unhelpfully. "It is what you want it to be. He could also be telling you that he hates you if he's allergic to the sun." That earns him a smack across the shoulder.

When the song ends, a pink Jaehwan walks as coolly as he can to Sewoon. "So, what did you think?"

"I thought it was great," Sewoon says breathlessly. "You were great."

"Did you like it?" The butterflies threaten to spill from Jaehwan's mouth, they're causing such a frenzy in his stomach.

"I loved it." Sewoon whispers shyly as Jaehwan's lips twitch up into a smile, revealing his teeth.

"I like you." The butterflies come forth as words, carrying Jaehwan's feelings with them. "I've liked you ever since I saw you practising with your friend for the annual showcase held by the school."

Sewoon beams back at Jaehwan. "I really like you too."

The cafeteria bursts into applause. People come over to thump Jaehwan on the back and offer Sewoon congratulatory words, but the newly formed couple only have eyes for each other, slowly leaning in until their lips meet in a sweet kiss.

This is met with raucous cheering and hoots which continue even after they separate, cheeks tinted pink. Principal BoA has to come and silence everyone, but even then, she gives them a supportive wink as she leaves.

Gwanghyun watches them leave hand-in-hand with a fond expression. Looks like he'll be seeing less of Sewoon nowadays.

❤️  2.

Jaehwan strums his guitar experimentally. He leans into the microphone, taking a deep breath. "Everyone," he greets the audience, "I was nervous about doing this in the middle of Hongdae, but I was assured this would be okay. Today, I'll sing a song dedicated to my favourite dongsaeng." Sewoon shoots him a thumbs up from the front row, smiling widely. "I'll begin singing 'You are my sunshine', by Johnny Cash."

Jaehwan's beautiful voice serenades the crowd as they sway along, hushed whispers travelling around about how lucky his partner must be to have such a great catch by their side. Sewoon tries not to grin too widely.

"You make me happy," Jaehwan winks at Sewoon, "When skies are grey."

Sewoon laughs as Jaehwan attempts to turn 'You are my sunshine' into a more rock style to appeal to Sewoon's secret love for rock music. He'll give Jaehwan a quick kiss later on in the confines of Jaehwan's car.

"You did well today, hyung," Sewoon tells him as they grab ice cream together. Chocolate for Jaehwan, strawberry for Sewoon. "Particularly loved that ad-lib."

Jaehwan face lights up in a pleasant smile. "Ah, you liked it? I was just trying something out."

Sewoon hums in agreement. "Almost like the time you confessed to me in front of the entire school, that was a day to remember." He feigns sadness and pouts. "You don't do anything so romantic for me anymore. Looks like chivalry really is dead."

Jaehwan's eyes sparkle with mischief. "Romantic, you say?" Abruptly, he stands up, nearly knocking over Sewoon's Americano. 

Sewoon very nearly drops his ice cream in shock. 

“Jaehwan hyung, what-”

"Jung Sewoon!" He yells, causing all the patrons to turn their heads and stare. When Sewoon talked about the time he was confessed to, he didn't mean that he wished to relive the attention placed on him. "I love you!" Jaehwan forms a heart over his head with his arms and bends his knees. "Do you love me too?"

Sewoon ducks his head and laughs. When it's clear thar Jaehwan expects an answer, he shouts back. "Yes! I love you too!" He winks at Jaehwan and he bursts out into his trademark psychotic laughter, knees knocking into each other as he topples from the chair onto the ground.

His boyfriend laughs at his plight as he goes to help Jaehwan up. "Yah," Sewoon snorts, "Did you literally just fall for me?"

Minhyun sighs from behind the counter. "Young love, isn't it sweet?"

Jonghyun looks up from where he's dutifully scooping ice cream into a cup for their most regular customer, Yoo Seonho. "Minhyun-ah, we're not that old."

Minhyun sighs again and stares back at Sewoon and Jaehwan who are caught up in their own little world. "Still," he says, eyes not leaving the pair, "They're such a cute couple. I hope they last long."

❤️ 3.

"Sewoonie, wake up." Jaehwan snuggles up to Sewoon. "Come on, it's time for work."

There is no response. Sewoon sleeps on, curling up against his pillow.

"Yah, Jung Sewoon, are you ignoring me?" The only response is a grunt as Sewoon rolls over, hand smacking Jaehwan in the nose as he does so. "I swear if you don't-"

"Shh," Sewoon mumbles, "Not now, hyung. 'm trying to sleep."

"That's the whole problem." Jaehwan leans down. "If you don't wake up, then I won't give you a kiss!"

Sewwon cracks a sleepy eye open and Jaehwan almost coos. Almost. "Doesn't matter," Sewoon mumbles, "You've given me enough already."

Jaehwan begins to roll him around the bed in frustration. "Sewoonie, you have to wake up already. You'll thank me for this later, c'mon."

Sewoon loops an arm around Jaehwan's neck and pulls him down onto the bed beside him. "Less talk, more sleep, hyung." He pecks Jaehwan on the lips and burrows into his chest.

Jaehwan sighs in mild irritation. "You leave me with no choice," he says solemnly rolling on top of Sewoon. He clutches Sewoons face in his hands and leans in close, squishing his cheeks together with much more force than needed. Sewoon gives him an 'are-you-kidding-me" look to the best of his abilities.

"YOU NEVER KNOW, DEAR, HOW MUCH I LOVE YOU," Jaehwan screams in Sewoon's face and he immediately wakes up and grabs a pillow, pinning Jaehwan to the bed. He smothers Jaehwan's face with the pillow and the song dies in Jaehwan's throat as it's replaced with chuckles.

"You clearly hate me," Sewoon voice filters through the bathroom door, slightly muffled. "You don't have a heart if you can wake me up like that."

"Of course I don't," replies Jaehwan from his spread-eagled position on the rumpled sheets, "You've already stolen mine."

❤️ +1

It's already 10pm and Sewoon still isn't home. Jaehwan stares at the cold food on the table and decides to venture out to look for him. Usually, Sewoon is home by 9, but today, he did warn he'd be at least half an hour late due to the pouring rain outside.

He grabs an umbrella as he leaves, pulling his coat around his pyjamas as he walks out into the rain.

Sewoon is right there, across the road, waving happily at him underneath his own umbrella. Jaehwan notes that it's the one that he got him for their fifth anniversary. He picks up his pace as he crosses the road, eyes fixated on Sewoon.

"I missed you!" He shouts happily, feet moving on their own accord. Sewoon throws his head back and laughs freely. It's music to his ears.

Then, everything that could go wrong, went wrong.

He remembers seeing Sewoon's expression turn from relaxed to panicked, he hears the screech of tires against the asphalt, a warm body slamming into him as his umbrella falls from his grasp and the rain pours down onto him, soaking him completely.

He lies there on his back for a few minutes, before the adrenaline dies and his senses return to him.

Jaehwan's heart plummets.

Sewoon lies in a swiftly growing puddle of blood, twitching ever so slightly. The night turns sour as Jaehwan skids to a halt by Sewoon's side, dropping to his knees beside his motionless body. He pulls out his phone shakily, calling for an ambulance. "Hello? There's been an a-accident- yes, Street 34, right beside Gangnam Mall- please hurry! There's someone really injured-"

A tug on his shirt sleeve causes him to look directly into Sewoon's calm eyes. "Hey," he says weakly, before he dissolves into coughs. Blood stains his lips. "Don't worry, I'll be fine."

"You just got hit by a car, you brat! How could you sacrifice yourself for me?" Unshed tears brim in Jaehwan's eyes.

Sewoon smiles a watery smile and strokes Jaehwan's cheek. It leaves behind a bloody trail but they both pretend not to notice it. "Hyung, you're okay, so I'm okay." There's a distant look in Sewoon's eyes and Jaehwan begins to worry.

"Sewoonie, stay with me, the ambulance will be here soon, please just stay with me-"

Sewoon's eyes refocus on Jaehwan. "Hyung, I want to sing for you." Jaehwan still looks uncertain. "Hyung, I might not make it. Let me sing for you."

"Don't say it like that, Sewoonie, you'll make it. Hyung believes in you. Stay with me." Jaehwan grasps his hand and puts his ear next to Sewoon's lips. "Hyung is listening."

"So please don't take my sunshine-" Sewoon coughs up blood all over Jaehwan's shirt and uses his last bit of strength to turn his head and plant a final, lingering kiss on Jaehwan's lips. Jaehwan kisses back with a ferocity he had never had before. A few heartbeats pass and they separate, Sewoon sleepily smiling up at Jaehwan. His eyelids slip shut and the final breath slips past his lips.

Sewoon is gone.

Jaehwan's heart shatters.

"No!" He howls, the tears flowing down his cheeks. "Jung Sewoon, you can't do this to me- Sewoon-ah, Jung Sewoon!" The rain drenches him from head to toe, it's cold, but he pays it no heed. He clutches at his heart. "Hyung hasn't finished his song for you, Sewoon, hyung hasn't finished singing!" Jaehwan rocks back and forth in grief, holding Sewoon's cold and lifeless body in his arms. "Please don't go..."

The ambulance arrives moments too late. He is herded into the ambulance as Sewoon is carefully placed in a body bag. "Honey, does it hurt anywhere?" The nurse enquires, wrapping a warm fluffy towel around Jaehwan. He trembles with cold and welcomes the warmth that serves as painful reminder of the winters he'd spent cuddled with Sewoon together in front of the TV, throwing popcorn at each other and holding cups of hot chocolate in their hands, ignoring the movies playing on the TV. 

Jaehwan stares blankly ahead. He pats his chest with a hand as the tears finally fall, mixing with the rainwater dripping from his hair down his face. "It hurts," he sobs, "It hurts everywhere." He cries harder, remembering Sewoon singing their song to him at his final moments, trying to comfort him. "It hurts everywhere, especially here." He points to his heart. "M-make it stop, please. Make it stop."

It hurts because he's not here, Jaehwan wants to tell her, he's not here because of me. Make him come back to me. Help me get him back.

He knows that the nurse is powerless. The doctor tells him later in the week that he'll get over it soon, that time heals all wounds.

10 years later, and Jaehwan's heart still aches painfully for Sewoon. He places the fresh flowers down on Sewoon’s grave and tears up again. “Today would have been our 12th anniversary, Sewoonie. Today, the radio played our song and I had to turn it off, b-because I couldn’t-” His voice breaks off and Jaehwan ducks his head, tears dripping down his face, reminiscent of the fateful night years ago where he’d held Sewoon in his arms for the last time. He would give anything just to hold Sewoon in his arms again, to feel the puff of his breath, warm and comforting aginst his neck. “Why did you have to leave me? Why couldn’t it have been me instead?”  He scrubs at his eyes hopelessly. “It hurts without you here, please, please, come back.”

Time may heal all wounds, but the pain never stops for Jaehwan.