#90210 x reader

[stargazing-imagines]

I’m officially on Christmas/semester break from school so that means I’ll be posting some fics!! Here are the fics coming

Cross: done

Sick — Jeremiah fisher and fem!reader

The grudge — Conrad fisher x fem!reader (part two)

Trouble on ice — Brandon Walsh x FigureSkater!Reader

Taste of fatherhood — Zack Morris x TeenMother!Reader

That all I’ll be working on!! Stay tuned!!

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Puppy Interview / Jonah Hauer-King X Actress!Reader

REQUESTED BY ANNONYMOUS.

Summary: You and your boyfriend Jonah do the Buzzfeed Puppy Interview to talk about the new sequel of the 90s hit Beverly Hills 90210 that you both star in. Warnings: None. A little dirty joke. Word count: 851

Disclaimer: You do not have to have seen Beverly Hills 90210 and this sequel actually does not exist.

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“Hello, I am Y/N Y/L/N,” you introduce yourself before looking back at Jonah as you wait for him to do the same.

“And I am Jonah Hauer-King,” he introduces himself. “and you’re watching the Buzzfeed Puppy Interview.”

INTRO

Your face lights up when you see the puppies being brought in, watching as they run up to you and Jonah, holding your arms out for the small four-legged friends. One of the fluffy little pups almost immediately jumps into your lap, Jonah chuckling lightly at the look of awe and adoration on your face.

What was it like to film a sequel for a show set in the 90s?

“I loved it,” you answer simply, picking the puppy that was on your lap up and holding it against your chest. “I’ve seen the original show so many times. I have it on DVD, a box set with the complete series, and I just love the series so much. I just love that style and the vibe it has. I think it was really cool to dive back into that era.”

“Yeah, I mean, I’m a 90s baby,” Jonah chimed in. “I was born in ‘95 though, so I didn’t really have the experiences that my character has, but I think it was really cool to see what it’s like to be a pubescent in the 90s.”

Would you say that you are like your characters in real life?

“Well, my character is in love with his, so definitely,” you answer with a joking undertone, petting the little puppy while Jonah is now getting mounted by 5 small pups. You laugh softly as the puppies jump up on your boyfriend, noticing the goofy grin on his face. “I mean, it’s impossible not to fall in love with this.”

“My character gets more love from his girlfriend, so…”

You look back at Jonah, arching your eyebrow up at him. “Oh, you’re gonna get a lot less love from your girlfriend if you keep that up,” you playfully threaten. He gives you a puppy dog look in return, holding one of the puppies up to his cheek.

What was it like working together?

“Nerve wrecking,” Jonah stated, pulling two puppies apart when they started growling at each other and biting each other’s butt. “I was very anxious during the first few months.”

“Same here. It felt like a panic attack every scene we had together, especially since our scenes were pretty… intense. There’s a lot of innuendos, kissing and actually getting into things and when you’re just getting to know each other it’s… awkward.”

“Especially opposite someone like Y/N/N,” Jonah chimed in. “I was constantly eating mints because I didn’t want her to be, like, disgusted by me,” he chuckled quietly, picking up one of the puppies again and placing them in his lap where the pup almost immediately fell asleep. “It’s hard working with someone in an intimate setting when you know you’re beginning to develop feelings.”

“And then that wasn’t the only thing that was-”

“Y/N/N!” he cut you off, making you burst out laughing, giving him a teasing look.

What was your favorite acting job?

“I really loved doing The Little Mermaid,” Jonah answered. “It was just so different from anything I’d done before and Halle has become a really good friend of mine. Of the both of us now.”

“Well, for me this is the first real thing I’ve done, so obviously this. But for him I gotta say I loved him in A Dog’s Way Home. It’s one of my favorite movies. Only more so since we got together and since I learned that he is actually very much allergic to dogs, he just loves them too much,” you chuckle quietly as Jonah nodded his head. He currently had two puppies sleeping in his lap, one sitting against him and another one laying in his arms.

“I’ve just always had dogs. My parents had dogs when I was born, when I grew up, and I coaxed Y/N/N into letting me get a dog so we are now the proud parents of a cat and a dog ourselves. I just love them.”

What is the best acting advice you’ve ever gotten?

“I think the best piece of acting advice I’ve ever gotten is from Joseph Gorden-Levitt and it’s to stop calling yourself ‘aspiring’,” you answer. “And I think that that goes for more than just acting. You know, don’t sell yourself short. Any experience counts. Whether it’s Broadway or high school theater, whether it’s a Hollywood movie or an Indie movie, whether it’s a bestseller or something local. It doesn’t matter, because it all counts.”

“I think that’s really good, actually,” Jonah replies, petting the puppy that was laying on his back in his arms, begging for more belly rubs. “I’d say let’s end it on that note.”

OUTRO

“I’m Y/N Y/L/N.”

“And I’m Jonah Hauer-King.”

“And our show, Beverly Hills 90210: The Next Generation, is now available for streaming on Prime Video only,” you smile, ending the interview.

END CREDIT

Jonah: “You hold your bag open, I’ll slide them in.”

[tvshowgirl81]

90210 just got added to Amazon prime US- pls someone write some Liam X Reader!!!

[incorrectquotesmcu]

Y/N: Dammit.

MJ: What?

Y/N: It’s after midnight!

MJ: So what? Do frat boys turn into pumpkins?

Y/N: No, they turn into drunken slobs.

[scftiekaren]

WHO I WRITE FOR/MASTERLIST

 HEATHERS

Heather Chandler

Yeah a ghost has a crush on me(Coming Soon)

Heather Duke

Heather Mcnamara

Veronica Sawyer

You’re Crazy But I Like That

Betty Finn

Martha Dunnstock

Kurt Kelly

Ram Sweeney

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MEAN GIRLS

Regina George

Karen Smith

I guess I Have A Crush On You

Gretchen Wieners

Cady Heron

Janis Ian

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BEVERLY HILLS 90210

Brenda Walsh

Kelly Taylor

Andrea Zuckerman

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BE MORE CHILL

Brooke Lohst

Chloe Valentine

Christine Canigula

Jenna Rolan

Richard (Rich) Goranski

Jake Dillinger

Jeremy Heere

Michael Mell

SQUIP

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DEAR EVAN HANSEN

Alana Beck

Connor Murphy

Evan Hansen

Jared Kleinman

Zoe Murphy 

We Will Sing A Requiem Tonight

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HAMILTON

Alexander Hamilton

Aaron Burr(sir)

Angelica Schuyler

Eliza Schuyler

Margarita (Peggy) Schuyler

Maria Reynolds

Phillip Hamilton Schuyler

Gilbert du Motier, Marquis de Lafayette

John Laurens

Hercules Mulligan

Thomas Jefferson

George Washington

King George III

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SIX THE MUSICAL

Anne Boleyn

Anna Of Cleves

Catherine Of Aragon

Catherine Parr

Jane Seymour

Katherine Howard

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WAITRESS

Jenna Hutcherson

Dawn

Becky

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THE WALKING DEAD

Beth Greene

Maggie Rhee-Greene

Enid Rhee-Greene

Judith Grimes(family member relationships for this bean)

Rosita Espinosa

Tara Chambler

Lizzie Samuels

Cyndie

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DISNEY PRINCESSES

Moana

Elsa

Anna

Ariel

Aurora

Belle

Cinderella

Jasmine

Merida

Mulan

Rapuzel

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You can also request ships

And Preferences/Head Cannons

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REQUEST ALWAYS OPEN

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Afternoons at the Peach Pit//Brandon Walsh Fluff

A/N: Requested by @winchester90210

Prompt: The reader goes to the Peach Pit every day to see Brandon Walsh and Steve can’t take it anymore.

You don't know how you got in the habit of going to the Peach Pitt every day. You went in one day with your friends for dinner and the next thing you know you're there every single day almost. You weren't even eating every time, most of the time you just get a milkshake or a coffee and try and sit at the counter with your homework in front of you so you don't feel so guilty about taking up an entire booth by yourself. 

"So what are we studying for tonight?" A playful voice ask, leaning up against the counter beside you. 

You looked up into the face of the person that brings you back here every day just to talk to. Brandon smiles at you and you swallow the nervous lump in your throat to smile back. He shouldn't look that good in that teal uniform shirt but you had a hunch he'd probably look great in anything. You realize he's staring at you, still waiting for your answer. 

"History tonight. There's a test coming up in Henderson's class next week and I'm completely unprepared." 

Brandon laughed, "Oh come on with the way you're in here studying every day you should ace that test. I think Nat is even thinking about charging you rent."

You laugh along with him even though you can feel a blush creeping up your face and suddenly the pen in your hands is fascinating. 

"Hey, Brandon!" 

You both look up to see Steve Sanders and Dylan McKay setting themselves up in a both across the room.

Brandon waves. "I'll be right back." 

You nod and watch him go, tucking a stray piece of hair behind your ear as you watch him. You didn't notice the way Steve was staring at you while you did so. You tried to turn your attention back to your notes and actually do the studying you told Brandon you came here to do. You use to be terrible at focusing on studying in public places, hiding out in the library instead, but over the last month or so you’d been camping out at the Peach Pit, you’d adapted. You were focused on your notebook when an arm snaked around your shoulders, suddenly made you jump back to reality. You looked up surprised to see Steve Sanders standing there with his arm around you and a chestier grin on his face that made your brow crease slightly. 

“Oh, hey Steve...”

“Hey, Y/N, look I was hoping you could settle an argument for me and Brandon over there.”

He gestures behind his shoulder to where Brandon is standing with Dylan, staring at you and Steve mortified.  

“Um, sure.” You agreed, feeling nervous at the sudden attention. 

You had a class with Steve once and have gone to school with him for years but you had never had a conversation with him before. 

“So, Brandon?” He wiggled his eyebrows and nodded like there was some secret going on between the two of you and this was all he needed to say.

You shook your head, “What about him?” 

You glanced over his shoulder at where Brandon was saying something to Dylan and still staring in your direction, “You totally want him right?”

You almost choked at his words, looking up at him in shock. Your lips opened and closed like a fish out of water, blinking in surprise. Had you been that obvious? 

Steve smiled smugly and nodded, “You totally do don’t you?! I told him you were coming here for more than the coffee!” 

“Wh-,What?” You managed to stutter out. 

Brandon chose that minute to rush over to the counter. “Hey, Steve come on man. Just let it go.” 

He tried to joke it off but from the way he wouldn’t meet your eye you knew he had heard everything.

“I told you I was right Brandon!” Steve laughed, “Now would you just man up and ask-” 

Your whole face went hot and you had to get out of there.  Without waiting to hear any more, you scooped up your books of the counter and tossed your bag over your shoulder, rushing out of the Peach Pit without looking back. 

It was weeks before you could make yourself go back to the Peach Pit. You managed to avoid Brandon, Steve, and their whole group at school. It wasn’t that hard, you never really saw them before you started hanging around Brandon anyway. You were grateful for this. Even thinking about seeing Brandon or his friends made you feel a fresh wave of embarrassment. You fully planned on avoiding him forever and you were pretty sure that was a reasonable plan until he called you. You didn’t know how he got your number and you were too surprised to even ask. 

“Y/N? It’s Brandon. Look just don’t hang up okay!”

 “Um, hey Brandon?” You bit your lip and shook your head even though you knew he couldn’t see you, “Look about what happened with Steve-” 

“Yeah, I’m sorry about him. Steve’s my friend and all but he’s also kind of an ass. He hasn’t quite learned what tact means yet.”

 You couldn’t argue with that. “Yeah, I kind of got that.” You sighed. 

Brandon laughed, “Listen, why don’t you come by the Pit tomorrow night? Nat keeps asking me what I did to run off his best customer.”

“I don’t know Brandon. I’ve got a lot of studying and stuff to do.” 

“Come on Y/N, just one night.” 

You could practically hear him pouting through the phone and sighed, twirling the cord of the phone around your finger. 

“Okay, just one night. I’ll be there around seven okay?” 

“Great! I’ll see you there!” 

When you walk into the Peach Pit the next night you have your textbooks stuck under your arm and walk straight to your normal spot at the counter. Sitting down you look around for any signs of your favorite waiter but see none. Instead its Nat that comes over to pour you a cup of coffee and greet you brightly. 

“Hey Y/N! We were really starting to miss you around here.” 

“Hey Nat, have you seen Brandon around?”

 Nat nods his head, a playful smile on his face. “Oh yeah, he’s waiting on his date.” 

Nat points over your shoulder. You turn around and there he is. Out of uniform and sitting in a booth in the corner, Brandon smiles at you and waves you over. Looking back at Nat in confusion the older man just winks at you and takes your books and sets them behind the counter before walking off. Hesitantly you walk over to the back booth. 

“Right on time!” He greets, gesturing for you to sit down. You do even though your still visibly confused. “You look great tonight by the way.” 

“You’re not wearing your uniform.” 

Brandon laughed, “No, I only wear that at work. But if I knew you liked it that much I might have made an exception.”  

You blinked, “Nat said you had a date?” 

Brandon nods, sitting up straight in his seat to look at you seriously. “Look I’m sorry again about Steve. He thought he was helping me out by trying to get you to admit to liking me.” 

You swallowed down the memory of the embarrassment you felt that day to ask, “How was he helping you out?”

Brandon bit his lip, “Because I like you and he was trying to convince me to ask you out.” 

“You-, you like me?” 

He nodded shyly. “Yeah, I do. A lot actually.” 

You both smiled but neither said anything, not wanting to be the one to break the ice. 

“So I was wondering if you wanted to go out with me sometime? Like tonight maybe?”

You almost laughed, not believing this was really happening to you or that it was all because of Steve Sanders. “I’d like that.” 

“Good!” He breathed, visibly relaxing into his seat. “And if you want maybe you could start coming around here again after school? I was really starting to miss that.” 

“Yeah, I think I can do that.” You laughed. 

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90s Show Imagines Masterlist

I felt like having all of my 80s and 90s stuff on one masterlist was too much of a mixup. Plus, I love making new masterlists with gifs for all the characters, so here we go. I'm also counting Full House in this because a lot of it did air in the 90s. (Yes, I made this because I'm bored. Sue me.)

The X Files

Fox Mulder x Reader

Faces in the Water

Galaxy Girl

1 Quid Pro Quo

2 In the Hen House

3 The Thrill of the Chase

Spectacular

Saving Grace Series:

S1 E1 No Matter What

S1 E2 Somebody's Watching

S1 E3 The Trade

S2 E1 Three Months Later

S2 E2 Nowhere to Hide

S2 E3 Claws

Buffy the Vampire Slayer

Spike x Reader

Worth the World

Heat

Twin Peaks (Coming soon!)

Dale Cooper x Reader

Full House

Jesse Katsopolis x Reader

Carry You Home

Wake Up… New Jersey?

Cabin Fever

Beverly Hills, 90210

Dylan McKay x Reader

I Didn’t Know

Dating Dylan McKay Would Include…

L.A. Devotee

Friends

Joey Tribiani x Reader (Friends)

The One That… Wait, What?

The One that Realized

And an extra for Pedro!

Ricky Hauk x Reader (Touched by an Angel) *this is technically 2000, sue me

Bruises on the Page

[stargazing-imagines]

Overprotective (Brandon Walsh, Dylan McKay x Reader)

Description : you are best friends with Dylan and Brandon, and let just say that they can be a tad overprotective when it comes to there best friend y/n

Requested : nope

Warnings : None

"So... would you like to go out with me this friday night?" asked a guy who had his hand above you're head, you on the other hand was twirling your money pieces blushing as the boy.

"I would love to." you said as you smiled, he beamed a big grin before walking away

Meanwhile Brandon and Dylan were watching the whole thing happen.

“Way to go y/n!” Said Brandon as he held his hand up giving you a high five which to you was a surprise but you gave him one anyway

“Thanks… guys…” you said as you shut your locker before walking away “either of you want to tell me why you were spying on mine and masons conversation?” You asked as you turned around to face the boys with a smirk on your face, clutching your books close to your chest

“Umm… would you look at that Brenda is calling for me.” Stammered Dylan “sorry but I got to go…”

With that Dylan left

“And I need to meet andrea about that… article for the blaze.”

And at that Brandon gave you a pat on the shoulder before walking away, making you roll your eyes before walking away.

——

“Ignore my brother he can be a bit dramatic at times.” Said Brenda as she was helping you get ready for your date, you, on the other hand, didn't mind it.

"Oh it's fine, you should have seen my dad, he wouldn't even let me out of the house," you said

"Don't worry, mines the same way when Dylan comes around," said Brenda as she put the last remaining hairspray onto your hairstyle "Perfect."

You looked at yourself in the mirror, admiring yourself. Your hair was done up in curls as it perfectly framed your face

"Thanks, Bren, your the best." you said as you hugged your best friend, that was soon interrupted when Brandon walked through the door

"Now if that guy starts to make you uncomfortable, let me know." Said Brandon which earned a slap from Brenda.

"Brandon!"

"What, just saying."

Beep Beep

"That's him, bye guys," you said as you grabbed your purse before darting out the door

"They grow up so fast," said Brandon as he faked a tear, Brenda rolls her eyes at her twin brother

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Beverly Hills 90210 Masterlist

[lavendersuh]

stupid love

yangyang x reader | fluff, angst | enemies to lovers, actor!au | 4100 words

summary: fellow actor yangyang promises you’ll fall in love with him by the end of the week when he comes to guest star, but you refuse to believe you could ever fall for such an arrogant boy 

warnings: mentions of alcohol

ao3 link

(aka I turn Yangyang into Chad Dylan Cooper) this fic is based off of a Sonny with a Chance episode, “Guess who’s coming to guest-star,” which is the EPITOME of enemies to lovers god its so funny. I’m really happy with this fic! hope you enjoy :))

“Guess who’s guest starring on your silly little show next week?” 

The sound of such an antagonizing voice has you rolling your eyes before you even turn around. Was it such a difficult request to attend one award show afterparty without running into the bane of your existence, Liu Yangyang?

You turn around to see the man himself in all his glory, still in his suit, but without the tie he had worn on the red carpet earlier in the evening. The dim lights of the outdoor venue cast him in an ethereal glow, but you unfortunately know better than to assume it's just the setting that makes him look so handsome.

You weren’t friends with Yangyang despite working on the same studio lot on your separate television shows. Yangyang was in a long-running teen drama, similar to Gossip Girl and 90210. You on the other hand, were recently cast in a new science fiction series— also for teen audiences, but yet to gain a large enough following to rival that of Yangyang’s show. 

You see a waiter walk past with champagne flutes atop a tray, prompting you to quickly take a glass. By the way this usually went, this conversation would probably be better if you were no longer completely sober. 

“What?” you ask, a bored expression sitting on your face. 

“I’m guest starring on your show next week,” he says, with a grin, “Finally, your lame little teen drama will have some true talent.”

When you had first arrived on the lot, you had found yourself swept up in the charms of Liu Yangyang, just as anybody would have, but it was clear after a few conversations that he was simply taking pity on you and your ‘lousy show.’ 

“That’s unfortunate for me, since we already work on the same lot.” you say, “Guess I have to see your face even more, huh? Ugh.”

Who gave this guy such a big ego? Sure, a few teen magazines had labeled him “The Greatest Actor of Our Generation,” but did that really result in such an arrogant personality? His show wasn’t even that great, was it? Sure, they had good drama, big names, and fun plot twists, but it was still just another teen drama.

Your show was not nearly as popular, but it had it where it counts, with a fantastic story and nice enough special effects. But it was different from the other teen shows on the network, and anything out of the ordinary often had trouble picking up traction. 

You knew eventually some big name would guest star on your show in an attempt to gain more viewers; you just had hoped it wouldn’t be him. 

“That’s not even the best part,” he says. He begins making his way to the bar on the other side of the venue, and you assume this is your cue to follow him. He always seemed to expect people to get drawn into his presence and do what he wanted. You suppose you couldn’t help but follow. 

He orders a drink for himself, before turning to you, “I’m playing your love interest.”

Hm. That would probably cause problems, but you try to remain nonchalant. You take a long sip before replying.

“So? What about it?” you raise your eyebrows.

The bartender places his drink in front of him, and he thanks the man with an award-winning smile. (He definitely won an award earlier this evening because of that smile.)

“I just thought I would warn you,” he says, taking a sip of his drink casually.

“Warn me about what?” 

He grins lazily at you, “Well, all of my leading ladies end up falling in love with me, so I just wanted to give you a heads up.”

“Huh, okay,” you pause, “Wait what?”

He places a hand on your forearm reassuringly, “It’s alright, it happens with everyone.”

You? Fall in love with him? What world was this?

Excluding the first day you met him, you and Yangyang did not get along. There were countless arguments and disagreements, and not to mention the scathing insults that flew between the two of you. It was hardly a day at the lot without the two of you yelling at each other.

“That will not be happening, Yangyang. Have you forgotten how much I hate you?”

“Hmm.” he muses, suddenly appearing like he knows everything, “Love and hate are very closely related, Y/N.” 

He gives you an intense look, and your steady shield of defense almost falters as you gaze into his eyes. He leans in close, and you lean in closer, glaring at him.

With a steady, furious voice, you tell him, “I will not be getting close to love anytime soon.” 

“That’s what they all say,” he leans in so his whisper filters right to your ear, “Until we inevitably kiss.”

You hate the way his words send a cold chill down your exposed back. You suddenly regret wearing a sleek backless dress to this afterparty. You draw out of the trance he has somehow set you in, setting away from him fully.

“Gross,” you reply lamely, taking another sip from your glass.

He stands straight again, chuckling at you. “See you next week, babe,” he says as he walks away. You are left fuming with anger, but simmering with fear of what’s to come. 

~~~

“He’s so stupid!” you exclaim, “Stupid, stupid, stupid!” 

Mark and Donghyuck share a look between them as they chuckle at your predicament. It was nearing 1 am as you made your way back home following the afterparty. Your two co-stars had offered you a ride in their rented limo this evening, resulting in you venting your problems as you ride through downtown Los Angeles. 

You huff, looking out the window, “Who does he think he is? I’m not going to fall in love with him!” 

You felt bad that you were ending their night with callous words at a fellow actor, but it was so easy to let your anger with Yangyang consume you. You look over to see Hyuck giving you a weary eye. You prompt him to speak with a raise of your eyebrows, wanting him to just spit out whatever he wants to say.

“I don’t know, Y/N, you guys have some serious tension.” he mentions.

Mark pipes up too, “And didn’t you mention having some character bleed during that movie last year? Maybe you will fall in love with him.” 

When you look like you’re about to knock the wind out of him, he raises his hands in defense, sitting back in his seat further. 

You roll your eyes, “Can you guys give me some credit? I hate Yangyang, and he hates me. There is no way I will fall in love with him!”

The conversation is finished after that, as Hyuck and Mark go on to discuss the food that was at the afterparty this evening. The air is settled around you, as you stare at the fading lights as the limo drives further away from the city center and into the suburban neighborhoods. 

Things begin to quiet as the time passes, but you can’t help but still feel a piece of fear lodged in your heart. It was going to be a long week.

~~~

After a weekend of rest following the award show, you were finally back on the lot on Monday morning. It was the first day of shooting the next episode, and you were eager to get started and have a positive experience. 

That being said, it was hard to ignore the new thorn in your side when he was sitting right next to you in hair and makeup. Yangyang clearly wasn’t much of a morning person, as he didn’t say anything to you, instead quietly drinking his cup of expensive coffee. You were thankful for that, and you mostly minded your own business as he flashed his dazzling smile to the stylists, making them swoon.

Only when you had reached the set did Yangyang finally approach you. You had been going over a few lines with Mark before he was hauled off to do some scenes, leaving you standing alone. 

“Hey, Y/N, have you been daydreaming about my amazing looks and shining eyes yet? I’ve heard that tends to happen sometimes.” he smiles, leaning up against the wall you were situated against.

Of course that’s the first thing out of his mouth on this lovely morning. Why couldn’t he just let this go?

You roll your eyes, “How many times do I have to tell you? I’m not going to fall in love with you!” 

After getting signaled by an assistant on set, you walk over to the stylists to get touched up before you start shooting. Yangyang is also in the next scene, so he lazily strolls next to you. 

Sometimes you wish he didn’t antagonize you so much. Sure, he was cocky with everyone, but you also saw him be friendly and nice sometimes. It was easy to see how he won everyone over. You supposed Yangyang chose to irritate you because you saw through the charming smiles and ‘wondrous acting talents.’

As the stylist brushes up your hair, your mind drifts to the first time you met Yangyang. You were new to the studio lot, and even newer to Hollywood. This sci-fi show was your big break after all. Seeing Yangyang in the cafeteria for the first time made you realize just how far you had come.

He had charmed you at first, easily pulling you into his universe of sparkling lights and dazzling days on set. It was only after you had gotten to know your co-stars a little bit more that they let you in on his way with words. 

You were thankful for Mark and Donghyuck. They became your very best friends, guiding you through the world of television since it was your first time. Just because you were new didn’t mean Yangyang should have walked all over you. Thus began your infuriating rivalry with the boy across the lot. 

You shake yourself of your thoughts, only to realize you were staring at Yangyang the whole time. You huff as the stylist moves on to some of the extras, leaving you to walk to your starting position alone. 

It’s not long before the director arrives on set, dictating where people need to be and what the scene should look like. This is the first scene you will be shooting with Yangyang. You brush invisible dust off of your coat to calm your nerves. 

Being on camera was still taking some getting used to, but you hadn’t felt this anxious since your very first week here. Was it all due to the boy walking up to stand next to you? 

The director finally starts the scene, and you and Yangyang run through your lines and actions together. Despite your internal nervousness, it is quite easy to work with him. Maybe it’s because he’s actually a very good actor. Maybe it’s because your characters are saying banter that is very similar to your own off-screen. 

Obviously the tension you both have works well for the cameras, causing the shoot to go well. Each scene needs run through only a few times before the director decides it is good enough for the show. 

When the crew begins moving on to set up the following scenes in another area of the studio, you begin to walk off to get changed, but you feel a hand tap your shoulder. 

You look back to see Yangyang, with that stupid, stupid smirk on his face as he comes to talk to you. 

“So, I saw you staring at me quite a bit,” he says, making you want to punch his goofy grin off his face. 

“Yangyang, we are playing love interests. Of course I was staring at you.” you retort, “It's called acting. You know what that is, right?”

You start to walk off when he grabs your wrist, “No, Y/N, I meant before. In makeup? You got that dreamy, far away look in your eye.” he tells you, “Were you thinking about how much you want to kiss me?”

“I do not want to kiss you.” your face morphs into an expression of disgust.

In the back of your mind though, you wonder if it would really be all that bad if you did kiss. Wait, what? 

“Sure, okay, maybe not now but… we shall see.” he lingers for a moment, a wistful look in his eye, “The week has just begun— lots of opportunities to kiss.”  

Why was it so easy for him to rial you up? Before you know it you were raising your voice, “No, we will not see! We are not kissing! Not now, not ever!”

Oh, but you spoke much too soon, as the director was walking towards the two of you just as you were fuming at Yangyang. Your director wasn’t the smartest man in the world, but he usually did what was best for the show, the cast, and the fans.

But today it was not what was best for you.

“I think we are going to add a kiss scene.” he says, smiling at the both of you like he’s clearly a genius for coming up with this idea. “Something was just missing from the episode, you know?”

You don’t hear much else that the director says, knowing all too well that trying to argue will be pointless. Finally, you glance over at Yangyang to see him with the biggest grin on his face, along with a few chuckles as he agrees animatedly with the director. 

You clearly have the worst luck in the world.

~~~

For the rest of the day and the few days of shooting to follow, all you can hear is Yangyang’s laughter in the back of your head. You usually loved shooting for the show, but this week’s guest star was getting to you. From the off-screen antics to the on-screen caresses and character feelings, by the end of the week, you were feeling exhausted.

You knew you were still new to the game and character bleed was common for young actors, but why was it that everytime you saw Yangyang, your heart sped up just a little bit?

It’s a Thursday night, and you are sitting in Xiaojun and Mark’s dressing room before getting to a late night shoot on set. It was a beautiful night out, and typically you would be outside, practicing your lines in the soft breeze. 

Instead, you were eating chips and complaining to your castmates about your stupid guest love interest.

“This week has been terrible. I hate Yangyang, I hate him! He keeps pestering me, saying I’m gonna fall in love with him.” you groan, “And now I have to kiss him! Why does the director even think that’s necessary? His character dies at the end of the episode!” 

Xiaojun laughs as you vent, patting your head, “Poor baby.” he coos, “You have nothing to worry about, Y/N… unless…”

“Unless?”

“Unless you want to kiss him?” Xiaojun prods.

You throw him a disgusted look. “As if. Why does everyone keep saying that?”

It looks like Mark is going to put his two cents in, but you are too tired to hear anything more. With Yangyang on your back constantly, you don’t need your friends there, too.

“I’m going for a walk. I’ll be back before our scenes start shooting, ‘kay?” You stand up, not waiting for a response before you walk out of the room.

Even once you are outside, too many thoughts plague your brain. Unfortunately, most of them revolve around Yangyang. 

It was so stupid. Why was he even being such a hardass while guest starring on this side of the studio lot? While you hate to admit it, you do enjoy your near daily banter with the boy from the rival set, but with him so close by this week, there was far too much unease for you. 

His presence was overwhelming your senses, with his stupid hair and stupid jokes and stupid flirty gestures. It didn’t help that your character is smitten with his on-screen persona. Throughout this week of shooting, he had held your hand, stroked your cheek, and wrapped his arms across your shoulders too many times to count. 

It was messing with your brain. You were getting a fuzzy feeling in your stomach just thinking back to various scenes, with your character was staring into Yangyang’s stupid eyes, looking with affection at his stupid face. 

Despite the warm breeze, you shiver in the night air. 

“I do not want to kiss him.” you say to yourself. 

It’s not very convincing.

~~~

It was finally Friday, the last day of shooting for this episode. Next week, Yangyang would finally be out of your side of the lot, and more importantly, out of your head. 

But today, well, today was going to be the hardest day. 

You had been shooting since 8 a.m. this morning, and you only had one more scene to go. You were filled with dread at the prospect.

You were finally arriving at the designated set when you spotted Yangyang. His hair is swept into an effortlessly gorgeous look, and he’s got a leather jacket on. You loved your show for it’s sci-fi adventures and fun space outfits, but this episode takes place ‘back on Earth.’ 

That meant Yangyang was looking undeniably attractive in just typical street clothes. He looks over at you, sending a toothy smile your way as he walks over to you.

“Are you ready for today?” he asks, and you are momentarily thrown off at the normal conversation starter, rather than his usual pick-up lines.

You offer a small smile back to him, “I suppose.”

“You know,” he says, with a sly smile, “After this kiss, we’re gonna be in love.” 

Your eyes narrow, “We?”

“You!” he quickly says, his eyes wide, “I meant you!”

“That’s not what I heard…” you mutter. 

You don’t have any time to unpack Yangyang’s slip of the tongue, as you hear the ring signaling the start of shooting. Yangyang pulls up his smirk once more, and you walk after him to your starting positions. 

“Ugh, let’s get this over with.”

~~~

Your mind feels like a fog as the scene begins. There are too many thoughts as you slip into your character, trying to ignore what it could all mean.

In this scene, Yangyang’s character and yours walk down a city street after getting a late dinner after leaving HQ. As stated in the script, your character is enamored with his, wishing he would kiss her with every fiber of her being. 

You feel like you are hearing everything from a distance, including yourself. You can hear yourself speaking your lines, you can see Yangyang doing the same, but you can’t feel anything except a buzz of nervousness coursing through your veins.

Finally it was time. You were under the lights of the studio, with a dozen different people looking at you, as always. But you could only focus on Yangyang. 

You knew it wasn’t character bleed, in that moment. With his eyes pouring into yours, speaking his lines, leaning in, you realize you don’t mind if you kiss this boy in front of you. 

His lips brush yours, and you can’t help but melt into it, wrapping your arms around his neck, running your fingers through his hair. His grip on your waist tightens, deepening the kiss as much as your TV rating allows.

So what if you liked Yangyang? He was nice when he wanted to be, he was passionate about acting, and his lips on yours felt like just about the best thing in the world. He was warm and all consuming, you couldn’t help it any longer. 

Finally, on cue, you slowly pull back, leaning your forehead against his. You look up in his eyes like your script instructs, and you find him looking at you with something like love. It makes your heart go soft and mushy.

After a few moments, the director yells out, “Cut! That’s a wrap!” before animatedly talking about how that one take was just perfect. You still feel yourself in your own little world, now along with Yangyang, but his face breaks out into his signature smug grin as he pulls away.

Oh. Oh.

Stupid. You were so stupid. How could you let your thoughts stray into thinking that kiss was anything more than just acting for him? It was just acting, after all.

You don’t say anything as you quickly run off, through the studio halls back to your dressing room. Still in your makeup and clothing from set, you curl up in your big chair. It was so comfy, perfect for rehearsing lines, and sometimes, the occasional breakdown. 

You can’t stop the tears that roll down your face. How could you have been so stupid? He was right; Yangyang was always somehow right. Now you are exhausted from days of filming, along with trying to settle the deep ache in your heart that had been building throughout the week. Yet you can’t stop thinking about it.

He was right. You fell for him. And it meant nothing.

~~~

It had been less than an hour, you can tell, and you were still curled up into your fuzzy chair. Tears stained your face, but at least you weren’t crying anymore. You suppose you hadn’t wallowed in your own self pity in quite a while. 

You finally drift out of your misery when you hear a knock at the door. You mumble a greeting, only to be met with Yangyang, still dressed in his clothes from the shoot.

“Hey, you rushed out of there really fast, are you alright?” he asks, his voice filled with a concern that you haven’t heard before. 

You only glance over at him to glare at him, but he catches sight of the tear streaks across your face.

“Y/N, what’s the matter?” he slowly walks a bit closer, but still cautiously keeps his distance. 

You rub your hands across your face, hiding yourself from him out of embarrassment, “You win, Yangyang, alright? Did you come here to gloat?”

He sounds confused as he says, “I came to make sure you are okay.”

“What do you care?” you want to snarl but the remark comes out watery and broken. You try to tuck your legs closer to your chest, wanting to curl into yourself.

“Hey, I care about you.” 

“Pfft, sure, yeah, okay.” you roll your eyes.

He kneels down next to you, “Why are you acting like this?” 

You can’t read the emotions in his eyes, and it makes you want to explode. Why is he acting so concerned?

“It happened, okay? I like you, and it happened just like you said it would. Congratulations, you win.” 

You feel a few more tears starting to drip, and you use your blanket to clear them away. You hate being so vulnerable in front of Yangyang, but at this point, you can’t help it.

In front of you, Yangyang can’t control the soft smile that spreads across his face at your words. “You like me?” he asks in bewilderment. It’s like he can’t believe such a thing would happen, despite his confidence all week.

“Why do you seem so surprised? Didn’t you expect this to happen?” you ask.

He gently takes your arms, and guides you to stand up. It happens so fast and so delicately, you don’t even have time to protest. He holds your hands within his own, looking at you like he did during the scene. 

“Then it looks like I did win,” he says, firmly yet quiet, “But ask me what I won.”

You frown, “Yangyang, I already know!”

“Ask me,” he whines, letting a cute pout rest on his face.

You roll your eyes, squeezing his hands out of irritation, “What did you win?”

“You.”

He smiles cheekily at you, bringing your hands up to kiss your knuckles gently. You are still trying to process the information, as he wraps his arms around you, engulfing you in a hug.

While it’s probably the best hug you’ve ever received, your confusion leaves you letting out a dumb, “Huh?” 

He laughs, stroking your hair, still holding you tight, “I like you, stupid, couldn’t you tell? I was flirting pretty hard there for a while.”

“You do that with everyone though…” you mumble against his shoulder, “How was I supposed to notice?”

“I guess you were too busy dreaming about my eyes, huh?” he chuckles.

You pull back, narrowing your eyes, “I was not.”

You say it as firmly as possible, but you aren’t sure he believes it. You aren’t sure if you believe it.

So instead of dwelling on it, you lean up boldly, brushing your lips across his. He quickly returns the kiss. Relief and happiness flood through you, leaving the both of you warm and content at last.

[pascalscenarios]

YOU & I (Frankie Morales x Reader)

YOU & I (Prequel to The One)

High School/Military! Frankie Morales x High School/ College! Reader

Summary: You get invited to a back to school party by the quarterback. You run into Frankie who doesn’t want you to be there

Warning: 3 year age gap **Frankie and Reader do not date in high school**, swearing, body image, underage drinking, intoxication, sexual suggestiveness 

Words: 4344

Authors Note: I love Frankie. Also there's one part in this chapter that’s parallel to a part in The One...IYKYK... I cry. Enjoy - K

CHAPTER 2

It was three weeks into school. You were familiar with the layout of the campus, knowing where everything was and you memorized the schedule.

Frankie ended up talking to Santiago. He had apologized the next day when he picked you up for school. He invited you to sit with him and the swim team guys wherever you wanted to and promised if he couldn't take you home, he would let you know beforehand so you could get a ride with Frankie.

You had managed to make a new friend a couple of days into school. You were eating lunch outside alone. You sat on a picnic table under a tree. You were reading a novel for English class when a football lands on the ground beside you.

You look up from your book, seeing some of the guys who were messing around on the football field came jogging towards you. You set your book down on the table, standing up to pick the football.

“Sorry! I swear you weren’t trying to hit you” he apologized.

“It’s alright” You giggled, handing him the ball.

“I’m Micah Bradshaw” he extends his hand out.

You knew who he was. Micah Bradshaw was popular, a senior, and a quarterback of the football team. Definition of an All-American boy. He was legendary, or at least that’s what you heard. His freshman year of high school he made it onto varsity and has been there since, bringing the team to win the state championship every year, but you also knew him as the jock that sits next to you in history.

You thought he was super cute but didn’t dare to talk to him. Yet here he was talking to you.

You take his hand and introduce yourself.

“You sit beside me in Mr. Foxes...” He smiles.

“Yeah…” You were surprised he even noticed you. Mr. Fox slept through the class, usually, everyone would change seats and hang out with whatever friends they had in that class. Micah would always move to the back of the class to hang out with other football boys.

The bell rings signaling that lunch was over, and to start heading to the final period.

“I know we have history next, do you wanna walk together?”

“Okay,” You smile.

“Alright, just let me grab myself off the field, I’ll be right back” He jogs back over to the field to greet his friends goodbye and grab his bag. You pick up your plate of lunch and dump it into the trash can. You pick up your bag from the table and slip your arms through the straps. Holding your book in your hands.

He makes it back over to you, “Ready?”

You nod and you both start walking to the main building.

“You're a freshman right?” He says starting a conversation.

“God is it obvious?” you laughed.

“Well figured you were because I haven’t seen you around before. I kinda know everyone” he shrugged.

“This school is massive… How do you have time to know everyone?”

“I’m a pretty social guy, I like talking and getting to know people”

“Unlike me… I kinda just stick to myself.”

“Nah you gotta put yourself out there! The high school will be a lot of fun once you do!”

The two of you headed down the long hall and turned to the left, entering the classroom. Mr. Fox rolled out the TV and turned it on. He took a VHS tape and inserted it into the VHS slot in the tv.

You and Micah sat down in your seats.

Mr. Fox shut off the classroom lights, walking towards the back of the class to his desk. “Today you’ll watch a documentary about The Industrial revolution. Take notes”

You and Micah chatted the whole period. Each class, you two would talk, getting to know each other. He was charming and super funny. Eventually, as days passed, the two of you became good friends.

...

“Hey, there’s a party this weekend, you should come” Micah whispers as your history class was reading the textbook and taking down notes.

“A party?”.

“Yeah, it’s welcome back party, Navarro high school tradition. We wait a few weeks after school starts to throw it. It will be fun! There’s gonna be food, drinks, a pool out in the back”

“O-okay!” You whispered.

He takes a notebook and pen out of his bag, jotting down the address. He rips the paper and hands it to you.

You take the paper from his hands, smiling at him.

…

You stared down at the address and you walked to Santiago’s car. Santiago and Frankie were leaning against the jeep waiting for you.

“God, can you walk any slower?” Santiago yells at you. “What are you looking at?”

You quickly stuff the piece of paper in your pocket, “Nothing!...I’m coming!” you shout as you quickly jog.

Santiago rolls his eyes into the car, Frankie following. You reach the Jeep and get in the backseat.

“Hey, Smiles” Frankie looks back over his shoulder.

“Hi, Frankie”

“What? No “Hi” for your favorite cousin?”

“Hey, asshat” you give him a fake smile.

“Haha very funny” He rolls his eyes.

“Hey, do you guys wanna go to the mall?” If you were going to go to that party this weekend you needed an outfit. You knew whatever you had in your closet wasn’t going to cut it. You needed something that told people you were mature for your age and you wanted Micah to think you looked cute.

“What's it like right now?’ Santiago asks

“Yeah, been a while since we all did something together”

“I’m down” Frankie buds in.

…

The three of you walked around in the Mall. You were searching for a store that would have cute clothing. You wanted to look good at this party.

“Hey, can we go here?” You say stopping in front of a young woman’s store.

“No we’ll wait outside” Santi scoffs.

A group of girls around Santiagos and Frankie's age passed by and walked right into the store.

“On second thought, let's go to Francisco!” He says slapping his hand and races inside.

You rolled your eyes, Frankie laughs stuffing his hands in his letterman jacket, walking inside with you.

This store had all the latest fashion.

You picked something out from the rack that you thought was cute. You wanted to try it on, but you noticed one of the girls that entered the store, came out of the changing room wearing the exact outfit showing it off to all of her friends. They all complimented her saying how amazing she looked. And she did look great. The outfit fits her perfectly.

You hold up the outfit and look down at your body. There was a way you would be able to fill it out. Your body was still developing. You place it back on the rack.

“Ugh I’m going to fill out any of these,” you muttered under your breath.

“What are we doing here?” Frankie folds his arms, placing them on top of the rack on the positive side of you.

“I’m just looking at clothes”

“But none of this is you..you don’t wear this stuff. It’s like too girly.”

“Wow thank Frankie,”

“Come on, you know I don’t mean it like that, it’s just you never cared for dressing up like the girls in Beverly Hills 90210”

Maybe I wanna try something different,” you say as you look through the rack for another outfit.

“Is it because of a boy?”

“No” you lied.

“Who is it? What’s his name?”

You groan, leaving the rack to look somewhere else. Frankie follows you.

“There’s no boy, Frankie” You reassured him.

“I think there is, come on, tell me his name. Do I know him?”

“Even if there is a boy, which there isn’t, I wouldn’t tell you” You settle at a new rack, going through the clothes.

“Look at me,” he says in a serious tone.

You keep looking at the rack. He takes his fingers and places them under your chin for you to look at him.

“If there is a boy, just know that you shouldn’t change the way you are. Just be yourself, Smiles. If they can’t see how truly great you are, then it's their loss. They don’t deserve you, your time and energy.” His thumb rubs your chin.

“Sup guys” Santiago shows up wearing sunglasses and butterfly hair clips in his hair.

“How do I look?” Frankie drops his hand and turns to face

You and Frankie start laughing.

“Beautiful!” Frankie slings his arms around Santi’s shoulder, planting a kiss on his cheek.

“Hey, those girls over there were asking about you”

Frankie looked over his shoulders at the girls who were still over by the dressing room. They were always looking over at him.

“Yeah, talked you up a big game” Santi smirked

“Santi-” Frankie sighed.

“Hurry up go!” Santi shoves Frankie in the direction of the girls.

Frankie looks at you shaking his head and rolling his eyes at Santiago trying to set him. He turns and walks over to them.

“Hey” he could hear him say. He was smiling sweetly at the girls. You couldn’t hear much, but you knew he must have said something funny or sweet because all the girls began to giggle.

You watch Frankie flirt with the one girl who tried on the outfit you wanted to try. She playfully touched his arm and flashed his smile.

“Jealous?” You snap out of their trance and look over to Santiago who raised his eyebrow at you.

“What?! No!” you quickly focused your attention back to looking through the clothes.

“Come on I’m not stupid. I know you like Frankie” he chuckled taking off the sunglasses and butterfly clips.

“I do not!”

“Pfff, please you’ve been following him around like a lovesick puppy since you were seven” he rolled his eyes.

“Whatever”

“See you’re not arguing with me now because you know it's true”

“What’s true?” Frankie comes back to both of you.

“Nothing!” you quickly say, grabbing a random outfit off the rack.”I’m getting this, let's go” You rush over to the cashier.

…

You stood outside the house where the party was taking place. Standing on the sidewalk, you could hear the loud booming of the music and people coming in and out of the house, hanging out in the front or walking to the backyard.

You lied to your Mom telling her you were sleeping over at your aunt and uncles and would be hanging out with Santiago. You caught the bus and walked several blocks to get here.

You walk up the path and head inside the house. You felt so small compared to everyone else. As you walked through the house you noticed some people you had classes with but you didn’t know anyone. You awkwardly stood off to the side, unsure of what to do.

“Hey!”

You see Micah making his way towards you.

“Hi, Micah!” You shouted over the loud music.

“You made it! Wow! You look great!”

“Thanks!” You felt your cheeks burn.

“Welcome to your first high school party! Foods and drinks in the kitchen, music, and dancing in the house, out back we got beer pong and a pool- make yourself at home!”

“Okay!” “I’ll catch you in a few I gotta go pick up more drinks!” With that, he leaves you standing alone. You decided to head to the kitchen to go get a soda.

You went into the kitchen heading over to the island table, grabbing a Coke off the counter.

“Damn, who is that?” You heard someone say. You felt eyes on you.

“Dude, come on stop staring-” Shit it was Frankie.

You quickly turn around. You and Frankie lock eyes, both of your eyes widening. You didn’t know Frankie was going to be here. Yet again, he was popular. If he was here that meant Santi was around here somewhere.

He says pushing himself off from leaning on the counter, and coming closer to you. “Smiles? What are you doing here?” He says with a confused look on his face. “How did you even know about this party?- How’d you even get to this side of town?”

“I got invited...I caught the bus and walked”

“Invited be who?” He seemed a little angry at whoever allowed you to be here.

“Does it matter?”

“Geez, what are you wearing?” You were wearing a midriff top that shows a bit of your stomach and a mini skirt.

It was a cute outfit, but something a young teenager your age shouldn’t be wearing. He clicked in his head that this is why you went into that store, to get an outfit for this party.

“Thanks...you really know how to compliment someone” you feel less confident now. Wrapping your arms around yourself. He realized that you probably thought he was judging your outfit, which wasn’t the case, he was just surprised at what you were wearing.

“No, I didn’t mean-” he quickly changes the subject “Look you shouldn’t be here”

“Why?”

“Because...Come on, I’ll take you home” he sets his drink on the counter, taking your hand, ready to lead you through the crowd.

“No!” you protested

“Smiles-”

“Come on Frankie, this is my first high school party let me live a little”

“No, If Santiago finds out you’re here, he’s gonna flip!”

“Frankie come on please, what he doesn’t know won’t kill him” you pleaded.

“He’s here if he sees you-”

“Then I’ll make sure I won’t be seen... I’ll be okay, I know you guys will be here” you try to reason.

“No smiles” he shakes his head

“Frankie please” you begged.

“No!”

“Please” you pouted, giving him your big pleading eyes, and looked at him sadly. He fell for it every time. Frankie could never tell you because of his soft spot for you. You had him wrapped around your finger. You used it to your advantage, and this was one of those times.

He sighs. “If I see you doing something you're not supposed to, that’s it. We’re going home”

“Thank you”

…

Frankie watched you like a hawk as the night progressed. Frankie stood across the room, hanging out with his swim team teammates. He made sure to look over at you every so often to make sure you were safe. He didn’t want anyone trying to take advantage of you.

Little did Frankie know that you had been downing beers left and right throughout the night. You were standing against the wall next to a random cooler full of canned beer. You and a random boy, Jack, a sophomore, who was also standing against the wall were cracking them all open, and even shotgunning a few.

You were feeling a little woozy. It was a different feeling, you’ve never experienced before.

“Hey? You wanna dance?!” Jack is holding a beer in his hand.

You hiccupped “Okayyyy” you drop the beer can on the ground. You grabbed his hand, dragging him to the middle of the living room where everyone was dancing. You were giggling and having fun dancing to the music with the random guy

Frankie looked away for once second and noticed you were gone from your spot on the wall. He quickly stands up straight from leaning against the wall and looks around the room.

His eyes landed on your dancing, you were okay, nothing bad was happening, until this kid placed his hands on your hips, running his hands up and down your sides, which sent Frankie into a frenzy.

One minute you were having fun, then the next minute someone yanks you away from the guy you were dancing with.

“Hey! Back the fuck off!” Frankie says angry, pulling you behind him. Everyone was still dancing but slightly quilted down as they watched the scene unravel.

“Frankie!” you grab his arm, but he pulls away.

Jack's eyes were widely looked up at Frankie who towered over him “W-We were just d-dancing!” He holds up his hands. “Keep your hands off and to yourself, understand me?!” He was angry.

Jack nods profusely and scurries away.

Frankie turns to face you. “Take a chill pill, Frank, we were just dancing” you giggled.

“That was not dancing! The stupid kid was feeling you up-”

“You’re overreacting gosh we’re just having some funnnn” you hiccup.

He observed you, noticing your tired eyes and giddy smile. You were slightly stumbling trying to keep yourself upright.

“Are you drunk?!” He asks you sternly giving you a hard look.

“Uhhhh maybe” you joked. You try your best to act like your normal self, but to Frankie, you were clearly drunk.

He groaned in frustration. “How much did you drink?” He says pulling you close to him.

You brought your hand up and started to coin on your fingers. “One...Two...five.. I don’t know!” You giggled hard.

“Come on,” he wraps his arms around you and starts to lead you through the house.

“Whatttt where are we going?” you pouted.

“We’re leaving” he opens the front door leading you outside, out to the sidewalk to walk a few houses down to get to his truck.

“But I don’t wanna leave” you whined “I wanna stayyyyy”

“You’re done”

“Nooo”

“We’re going, im taking you-”

“But I wanna stayyyy, let me stayyyy”

“Smiles, no”

“but-”

“I said you’re done! We’re going home!” He snapped at you.

You flinched hearing him yell and you quickly shut up. You swallowed the lump in your throat and tears began as you begin to cry.

He reaches his truck, opening the passenger door, helping you inside.

“Hey, don’t cry...”

“You’re mad at me…” you whimpered, your lip quivering.

“I’m not mad...I didn’t mean to yell at you. Look, I shouldn’t have let you stay at this party. You’re drunk, and if Santiago ever found out you were ever here, he would beat the shit out of me that I let get like this…”

“Y-you can take me home like this..My mom thinks I’m sleeping over Santi’s”

“I’m not taking you home, you’re crashing at my place…”

“I’m sorry”

“I know...No more tears okay” He pushes your hair behind your ear and kisses your forehead

“Okay”

...

Your eyes are slowly open. You were laying on your side, staring at movie and band posters that were plastered on the wall. You turn onto your back, slowly sitting up, groaning at the pounding in your head.

You look around the room. A typical teenage room, slightly messy with clothes laying here and there and random knick-knacks and miscellaneous items displays on the desk and bookshelves.

You hear snoring filling the silent room. Looking down to the side of the bed, laid a sleeping Frankie. He was laying face down, sprawled on the ground, a pillow supporting his head, and a blanket covering his body. His mouth hung open and he lightly snored. His disheveled hair covers his eyes.

You couldn’t help but admire how cute and peaceful he looked sleeping.

You didn’t remember him taking you to his house last night.

You get out of bed, noticing your clothing. He's given you a Nirvana smiley-face t-shirt and sweats to change into last night.

You travel around his room. It had been a while since you went to the Morales household or been in Frankie's room. You noticed a sitting on Frankie's bookshelf was a stuffed animal. It wasn’t just any stuffed animal. It was your favorite stuffed animal you had given to Frankie. Percy the bear. He was pretty raggedy. His stuffing was flat and his fur was matted. He had seen better days. You really put him through the wringer as a kid. You picked him up, holding his limp body in your hands.

You had given Percy to Frankie when he had to get surgery to fix his fractured arm when he fell out of the tree one summer. You didn’t want him to be alone when he went into the operation room.

“Hey” he groggily greets you.

You turn to find Frankie standing, tossing his pillow and extra blanket onto his bed. He rubs his face and moves his hair out of his face.

“Hey” you greet him back. “You kept Percy?” you hold up the bear.

He chuckles moving over to you. “Of course! You gave him to me.”

“I can’t believe you still have him.”

“He sits upon my shelf and watches over me when I sleep.” He jokes.

You chuckle, setting Percy back on the shelf. “You know you didn’t have to sleep on the floor...You could have slept next to me, or better yet put me on the floor”

“I know, but either that would be rude of me either way”

“Thanks… and I’m sorry about last night. I was being stupid-”

“I get it. I was your age once. You just want people to like you and fit in, but you’re young. You have the rest of your adult life to drink...don’t focus on growing up so fast” He sits down on his desk chair, and you face him, sitting at the foot of his bed.

“Are you going to tell Santiago?”

“I should...but I’m not... it’s between us-”

“Frankie!” you hear someone yelling. You could hear them coming up the stairs.

“Santiago!” You both say it at the same time.

“He’s going to flip if he knows I’m here!”

Frankie quickly grabs you and opens his cluttered closet.

“Frankie! You know how I feel about tight spac-” You gasp as he shoves you in there and slides the door partially. Frankie sits back at his desk chair, cracking open a textbook to make it look like he was in the middle of doing homework.

“Frankie!” Santiago says busting through the door.

“Dude, what are you doing here?” Frankie asks.

“Your mom let me in. Where the hell did you go last night? I went looking for you, but everyone was telling me you left some party with a girl” he says teasingly and sits on Frankie's bed.

“Get some action?” he wiggles his eyebrows

“Oh god” you whisper to yourself, your hand covers your face.

“Knock it off, it wasn’t like that, Santi” Frankie rolls his eyes

“Come on, who was it? Why are you being all shy?” Santiago laughs.

“I’m not being shy! Nothing happened! I just gave her a ride home. Even if something happened, I wouldn’t tell you. That’s none of your business. Have some respect man”

You try to hide further in the closet when you accidentally, bump into the box, making it tip over. You let out a gasp because it startled you, put quickly, slap your hand over your mouth, preventing yourself from making any other noise.

Santiago stares at the closet, to Frankie, the back to the closet. He gets ups walking over to pull the door open,

“Santi No-” Frankie stands up trying to stop him, but it was too late. Santiago opens the door finding you standing there. His eyes stare at you in confusion.

“Smiles what are you-” his eyes widen. He looks at you and Frankie. You see a switch that goes off in the head. You knew exactly what he was thinking. He had the wrong idea.

“You son of a bitch!” He lunges at Frankie, grabbing a hold of his shirt.

“Santiago, I didn’t do anything! Nothing happened!” Frankie tries pushing Santiago off but struggles.

“Santi!” You yell running out from the closet, pulling him by the arms.

Santi and Frankie tussle, Santi gets rough with him. “You piece of shit! You were with my cousin?! what the FUCK man?! What kind of best friend are you?! I’m going to fucking KILL YOU! Sleeping with my cousin are you FUCKING INSANE- I TRUSTED YOU!”

“You really think I would do something like that?! You honestly think I would sleep with Smiles?!”

“It fucking looks like it! Why are they here then?! Smiles is wearing your clothes-“

“Let me explain!”

“No I’m not gonna let you explain, I’m gonna kick your fucking ass that’s what I’m gonna-”

“ENOUGH” You shouted.

Both of them stop and look at you. “Frankie and I didn’t do ANYTHING...he slept on the floor. Look, I went to that party last night and I got drunk. I couldn’t go home because I lied to my Mom saying I was sleeping at your house. Frankie saw me there and took me to crash at his place… that’s all that happened.”

Santiago let go of Frankie.

“What the hell were you doing here?”

“I got invited”

“By who?!”

“-The important thing is that I’m fine! Frankie knew I was there the whole-” you stop, eyes widening realizing what you just said. You weren’t meant to say that. You just got Frankie into more trouble with Santi.

“Frankie knew- You knew they were there?” Santiago angrily stares at Frankie.

Frankie sighs, owning up to what happened. “Smiles begged me-”

“You fucking let them get to you! You don’t know how to tell them no! How many times have I told you, learn to put your foot down when it comes to Smiles man!” He shouts.

“Santi, it's not his fault-” you stick up for Frankie, feeling terrible you put him in this position.

“Stay out of this!” He points a figure and shouts at you.

“You let my cousin stay at a party where she could have easily been taking advantage of, get drunk-”

“I was watching Smiles the whole time, they never left my sight-”

“That’s beside the point! Anything could have happened to them, And you the two of you weren’t going to tell me about this huh? You were just going to keep it between the two of you..”

You and Frankie said stay silent.

“Unbelievable- Fuck you, Frankie. Smiles, let’s go. I’m taking you home”

“Santi, please just-” You look over to Frankie giving him an apologetic look. Santi grabs you by the arm, dragging you out of Frankie's house.

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The BH 90210 Rewrite. 1x18: It’s Only A Test

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Read the previous chapter here!

Chapter Summary: The SATs, health emergencies, and way too many feelings.

Warnings: mentions of tumors and loss of a loved one, a little bit of angst, maybe a swear word somewhere. I think that’s it!

Word Count: 2,300 My work is not to be reposted and/or edited without my expressed written consent. (Reblogging is fine and encouraged!!) Feedback is incredibly appreciated! :)

A/N:Thanks for everyone’s patience! I had to take a little time off due to Shannen coming out about her cancer returning. It just felt weird to hear about that and then write a chapter about Brenda having a cancer scare. I just needed a little time to process it, but now I’m back and the next chapter (April is the Cruelest Month) is ACTUALLY going to come out next week! Very excited about that. Okay, okay, I’ll shut up now. Enjoy! :) I’d usually link the song for the chapter but it’s not letting me for some reason. The song I would’ve linked is Opposites Attract by Paula Abdul if you still want to check it out! -

Seven days. Seven days! You have seven days to prepare for the SAT. Not six. Sure, you’ve been preparing for it practically your entire life but… a week? It’s like a sick joke or something.

You chew on the end of your pencil, bouncing your leg in a monotonous yet anxious fashion against the wooden desk in the newsroom. Staring down at the article in front of you, your heart pounds. It’s official. No one at this school knows how to use a comma and you can’t possibly fix everyone’s mistakes but you’re gonna die trying. How the hell does Andrea do this? And why did she think dropping all of her work on you right before the biggest test of your life was a good idea?

So you have to cover for her and prepare for the SATs all at the same time— not a big deal! It’s fine! You’d still have plenty of time to see your boyfriend, make sure you can get into a decent college, and see that the next issue of the Blaze gets out on time. Piece of cake! And hey, if you happen to make it out of all of this sane, that’s just a bonus.

“Y’know, I’ve wondered who’s been masticating all the pencils around here,” Brandon teases you as he struts over. You look up from the desk for the first time in half an hour to meet his glance.

“Masticating? Why— why use that word? You could’ve used chewed or chomped or a thousand other words. Masticating is totally unnecessary. Masticating is the kind of word that you learn on one of those super expensive, way too exclusive SAT prep courses.”

“What, like Alfred B. Cook?” He cocks an eyebrow up, pulling a stool from beside him to sit down next to you.

“‘Or you be fried,’” you quote exasperatedly, resting your head in your hand.

“Let me guess— Steve?”

“Bingo,” you sigh.

“If it makes you feel any better, I don’t think those prep courses even work. The SATs are designed to test you on stuff you already know, you can’t cram for them.”

“That’s what I told Steve to begin with but… then again, maybe you can! I mean if there is some kind of system or something, then everyone else who can’t afford those stupid overpriced courses is put at a total disadvantage! And I- I can’t afford to be put at any kind of disadvantage, not with everything I have to do!“

“First off, Y/N/N, you’re the smartest person I know! Besides, it’s just a test. A test that you can take twice if you want to. Second… I think you need to cut back on the coffee because you’re about five seconds away from short-circuiting.” You roll your eyes at him for the coffee jab, but you know he’s right.

“Well, sure, it’s just a test— but it’s a test that’ll determine whether I end up at Stanford or San Quentin.”

-

“So, you know how we were all at Kelly’s studying for the SATs?” You nod in response, joining Brenda on the edge of her bed. Brenda crosses her arms over her chest, settling back into her bed. “Well, she was reading this magazine and it had this thing in it about… where y’know, you check your breasts for lumps.” She stirs in her spot, kicking her feet up onto the bed. “So—“ she inhales and her voice is low, solemn. “we all decided to do it. I don’t know why, I guess we were bored.” There’s something in the way that she starts gazing off, staring mindlessly into the corner of her bedroom that rubs you the wrong way. Something was off.

“Bren, that’s not something we have to worry about at our age.”

“Well, the article said that even people our age should get into the habit. So, we all did the test,” her words begin to waver as she speaks, “And I thought I felt something.” Her eyes well up, lower eyelids reddening against her tears that are threatening to break through. “So, I talked to my mom and we went to the doctor.”

No. No no no no no. There’s no way… but would she even be telling you about this if there was nothing to worry about? Your stomach lurches instinctively. Suddenly you didn’t feel so well.

“And?” The second she takes to respond feels like an hour as you await her response.

“It’s a tumor.” You shake your head, stammering.

“That—that— How is that possible? I mean, you’re only sixteen and—and—“ you stop yourself short to take a deep, thoughtful breath. “Bren…”

You don’t know what else there is to do besides pulling her into a hug. Her head sits on your shoulder and your hand is resting on her back. You sit like that for a moment, finding comfort in each other’s company. You’d never had a friend like her before. Sure, you’ve had friends, but nothing could hold a candle to what you have with her. It was nice, having someone you could talk about anything with, free of judgment, free of criticism. And the thought of losing that… losing her? As that starts to sink in, it terrifies you.

“We’re getting a biopsy on Saturday,” she whispers.

There’s a beat before you mumble, “At least you get to miss the SATS?”

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“So, Steve, any glorious plans this evening?” You meet up with your friend on the way out of West Beverly.

“I was planning on studying. You know what they say— ‘Alfred B. Cook—‘“

“Or you be fried, yeah, I get it. Can I come?”

“Are you asking me for a date?” He flashes a mischievous grin, to which you scoff.

“Of course I am,“ you tease, “Nothing and I mean nothing gets me in the mood for romance like my boyfriend’s best friend and the impending doom of a standardized test.” Steve rolls his eyes, waiting for you to finish. “Look, of course I’m not asking you for a date. What I am asking you for is the Alfred B. Cook advantage. The notes, practice tests, secret government documents– whatever you’ve got.” You shoot him a pair of pleading eyes. "Hey, I’ve gotta go… see you at eight?” You start to slowly tread backward in the direction of your car as you talk.

You turn on your heel toward the parking lot as you hear him call out “It’s a date!”

“No it’s not!”

-

“Hey, turn it off— we’re supposed to be studying!” You plead loudly as he turns the radio on his nightstand up, pop music blaring so loud you’re surprised the furniture isn’t shaking.

“Come on, you love this song!”

“Steve, everybody loves this song. Paula‘s a goddess of pop,” you dismiss him, reaching over and twisting the dial down.

“Loosen up. Y’know, what you really need is some fun,” he turns the dial to the other side, and now you’re back at square one.

“I have plenty of fun!” you narrow your eyes challengingly, but when you go to turn it back down, a small neon orange ball comes hurdling at your face. You gasp, dodging the projectile aimed at your head. “Did you really just throw an off-brand cheese ball at my face?”

“Maybe I did… maybe I didn’t,” he shrugs nonchalantly, moving over to the lounge chair in the corner of his room.

“What are you, five?” You reprimand him, and as he bends over to pick up a pencil from his carpet, you scoop the plastic bucket of cheese balls, firing a few directly at him. They hit his shoulder blade, crumbling as they fall down to the carpet, hints of orange residue leaving itself all over Steve.

“Who’s five now?”

-

“Okay, you got four choices, right? Well, out of those four, one will be a total throwaway,” Steve explains, pacing around his room as you catapult yourself back onto his bed, settling to sit cross-legged. It had only taken an hour and a handful of cheese balls to get a Steve to actually start studying.

“Wait, really?“

“Yeah! They do it so they can weed out the morons,” he nods, “No you’ve got three choices left and out of those three choices, one word will often mean the total opposite, so you can rule that one out too. Then you’re down to two choices, and even if you don’t know the answer, you’ve still got a 50/50 shot.”

“That makes it so much easier!” You fall back dramatically and rest your forearm under the back of your head.

“Yeah, you just can’t spend too much time on one question, you have to breeze through it with total confidence and no hesitation.”

“God, I hope I can do it.” You exhale, watching the fan on the ceiling swirl around.

“You can do it. You’re smart already. In fact, I think that’s your problem. You totally outsmart yourself.” He joins you on his queen size bed, lying down beside you.

“Well, sometimes I wish I wasn’t so ‘smart,’” you scoff.

“You know what?” He waits until you’re looking at him with curious eyes to continue, “you’re pretty cute when you’re not biting my head off.” You roll your eyes at his bluntness. If he was anyone else you’d probably be a little offended, but it was Steve. You were way too used to it now.

“Is that supposed to be some kind of compliment?”

“No…” You watch as his eyes flicker from your own, to your lips, then slowly back up to your eyes. “This is.” He leans forward, and before you can even process what’s happening, his lips are on yours.

You sock him hard in the shoulder, shooting up from his bed.

“Steve!”

“What?” He grabs his shoulder as if in pain, but you know it’s only his ego that’s wounded.

“What the hell, man?!” You run your hands through your hair, groaning out in frustration. “Why on earth would you do that?!”

“Well, uh… I don’t know. I thought I was picking up on something, that’s all.”

“I have to go… Hey, I’m sure you helped my score two—three hundred points.” You scramble to get your things together, actively avoiding looking Steve in the eye.

-

“Hey, B,” you join Brandon on the grass in the quad, a small thud as you set your food down beside you.

“Hey, Y/N/N. What’s for lunch?” It was unusually cold today. Clouds covered the usually beaming sun, though little beams of light peeked through every once in a while.

“How can you even think about food right now?“ You fold your hands in your lap, swallowing. You hadn’t eaten all day, but you couldn’t make yourself hungry if you wanted to.

“Actually, there’s something pretty important I want to tell you—“

“Wait. Before you say anything…” you catch his gaze thoughtfully, “how’re you holding up with everything?”

He sighs at that, letting his eyes drift to the ground. “Look, I can’t really flip out at home because of Brenda… but the truth is, inside I’m- I’m flipping out, Y/N/N.” You grab his hand silently, holding it and resting your intertwined fingers on your lap as he continues. “I mean, I know she’s gonna be fine but…”

“Hey, hey… of course she’s gonna be fine.” But then again…

“But then again, there’s always that chance,” his voice is quivering as he swallows, “And I can’t even comprehend it.” You place your free hand over the hand that you’re holding. You sit in silence for a moment, and you think about how you’ve never seen him like this before. Your typically mild-mannered boyfriend’s quiet. He’s vulnerable. He’s scared.

“Brandon, just know that no matter what it is, you can always come talk to me about it.“

"I know… you too, Y/N/N.”  You give him a soft, empathetic smile.

“So, what was it that you wanted to tell me?”

“I’ll tell you later.”

-

“Well, it’s almost been three hours,” Brenda sighs.

“Yeah… yeah, I’m sure she’ll call any minute!” Cindy agrees, chewing mindlessly on her thumbnail.

“And when she does I’ll answer it,” Brenda states, glaring in an accusatory way towards her mother.

“Fine, can I get anybody something to eat?” Cindy jolts up, making you realize how antsy everyone is. You’re tapping your foot as you stand next to Dylan at a hundred miles a minute, Brandon’s been pacing around the couch for twenty minutes, and Jim hasn’t said a word this entire time.

“Doesn’t anyone know any more jokes?” Brenda suggests, eyeing Dylan.

“None that I could tell here… Y/N/N?” Dylan looks to you, but you shake your head.

The doorbell rings, causing Cindy to go careening towards the phone. She whips it up to her ear and shouts impatiently into it.

“Hello?!”

“See, I told you she’d answer it,” Brenda grumbles, going over to the front door. She swings it open as Kelly and Donna walk in, giant gift baskets in hand. “You guys, I’m not dead.” The telephone starts to ring, interrupting Kelly when she opens her mouth to speak. “I’ll get it, I’ll get it, I’ll get it!” Brenda shouts, bolting over to the phone and bringing the antenna up. She lifts it to her ear. “Hello? Yes, this is Brenda… hi, Dr. Donner… Uh-huh…” Oh god. This is it. “Uh-huh!” A grin spreads across her face, “It is?!” You can feel the weight lifting off of your shoulders with pure relief. You quickly send up a collective thank you to any and every god you can think of, just in case. “It’s fibroadenoma, just like she thought. Fairly common in teenage girls due to an abnormally high level of estrogen. I guess my hormones were raging,” she giggles.

“Tell me about it,” Dylan smirks, and Brandon sends his elbow into his stomach at the exact same moment you smack Dylan on the back of the head. “Hey!”

Now, time to tackle your next crisis: the fact that you just bombed your SATs.

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Mistakes Made 1/30

Pairing: Peter  Parker x Reader

Warning: Self doubt. Violence. Anger. Back stabbing. Lying. Arguing. Separation. Blood. Law breaking. Cat Fights. Stalking. A lot of anger. Team fighting. Feelings of being pathetic. Sneaking around. Betrayal.

A/N: This is not Girl Against Girl, at all. They are not fighting over a guy. I want this to be clear. Because if I get hate for this. I’m turning Anon off for MONTHS. This is a rewrite, yes. I hated the first version, I feel like it was missing and lacking so much. So I added to it.

“When one path is cut off, it’s the world’s way of telling you what you want isn’t what you need.” Steve Rogers is your best friend and you’re harboring the worst, most pathetic crush for him. But when Steve’s no longer got the time for you. When Steve starts dating the horrible and sketchy Agent Holly Smith. You’re left heart broken and in a slump. You got your heart broken in one go. The man you wanted and your best friend. Peter Parker steps in, picking up all your broken pieces. He makes you laugh, makes your heart flutter, and he knows exactly what you are. You’re falling head over heels for Peter. But the team isn’t whole with you and Steve on the outs. A drunk text and misunderstanding, everything you had comes crashing down around you. Assassins are trained to lie, kill and never be trusted. You’ve got nothing left to lose now. Where will you and Peter end up? Is there really such thing as a happy ending in this life? Or is there someone pull the threads to your happiness and life?

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You slowly hung up your gear, your eyes flicking over towards Steve. He was going over the training you’d just run with Bucky and Clint. Nat appears next to you as you shut your locker.

“You have that dopey look in your eyes, again.” She smirks at you.

“Ugh.” You roll your eyes. “Stop watching me.” You turns away from your locker, heading out of the equipment room. She follows in step with you.

“But watching you practically drool on yourself is rather entertaining.” She grins.

“I really hate you sometimes.” You laugh.

“Why don’t you just fess up?” Nat tips her head watching you as the two of you walk at a lazy pace down the hall.

“God no.” You snort, looking at her. “Nat, I would never.” You shake your head.

“Why not?” She rolls her eyes at you.

“Because,” you chew your bottom lip, that pathetic feeling building in your stomach. “it’s obvious he isn’t interested in more.” You shrug. You were still trying to accept that Steve Rogers was not into you, that you were just friends, and you were pathetically crushing on him with no hopes of him returning the same feelings.

“You flirt all the time.” Nat points out. But was it really flirting? Steve was just always nice, you were friends that’s all it really added up too.

“But he’s never made a move.” You point out. “And he’s never asked me out. If he wanted me, he would let me know.” You nod.

“So why do you stick around?” Nat scuffs. You tuck a stray hair from your braid, behind your ear.

“Because I’m pathetic, and still hoping one day he’ll realize he wants me too.” You admit with a sigh.

“You read too many romance novels.” She smiles softly at you, it was a sympathetic smile.

“I know.” You nod. “But a girl can dream right?” You snort.

“You don’t feel a little led on?” Her brow lifts as if she was shocked.

“No. He’s not dating anyone else. So you know I’m okay with being pathetic, hoping there’s still a chance.” You nod.

“That’s so pathetic it’s almost cute.” She blinks at you. You laugh. You see Peter in the lab just a head, you wave Nat away as she steps on the elevator.

“Hey Parker.” You grin, leaning on the open door. His head snaps up, messy brown hair and excited brown eyes behind his glasses, a grin forms on his lips.

“Hey Y/N.” He leans back in his chair.

“Whatcha doing?” You move into the lab, looking at the device he had on the table in front of him.

“Just messing around. You?” He watches you move around the table.

“Being pathetic.” You smirk at him from across the table.

“You’re never pathetic, Y/N.” He gives you that bashful grin.

“Thanks Peter.” You smile at him. “Working on an upgrade?” You lean on the table, your forearms supporting you.

“Sort of.” He shrugs, looking from the device to you.

“Your work is gorgeous.” You reach out brushing your finger tips across the device softly.

“No, not really. I mean, I try.” He babbles, you grin at him.

“I’m going to have beg you to do me an upgrade soon. I need a new toy to play with.” You laugh softly.

“No need to beg, I’d be happy to do it.” He grins.

“Peter, you’re so sweet.” Your head tips to one side, he practically blushes on the spot.

“Hey Y/N.” Steve calls stepping into the lab. He practically fills half the opening. Broad shoulders, six foot, blonde hair rumbled from training, blue eyes dance in the light of the lab and a smirk on his full lips. “Movie night, you coming?” He tips his head towards the elevator. You straighten up, smiling at Peter.

“You coming Peter?” You lift a brow at him.

“Yeah.” He nods, something changed in his eyes, you couldn’t place it. “I’ll be right up.” He gives you a small smile.

“Great.” You grin, heading for Steve, the two of you leaving the lab. “What do you think Clint picked this time?” You look up at Steve.

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“This show makes me happy I was frozen through the eighties.” Steve laughs as the two of you head into the kitchen. You’d been binging in your room most of the day, something the two of you tried to do at least once a week if you had the time.

“It’s not that bad.” You laugh, pulling open the fridge.

“I’ve learned it’s all bad hair, weird clothing choices, and drugs.” Steve settles you with a look. You pause opening your bottle of water.

“Well, you’re not wrong.” You admit.

“What are you watching?” Wanda smirks at you and Steve.

“90210.” You explain before sipping your water.

“Why is it just numbers for the title?” Steve sighs.

“Um.” You and Wanda exchange a smirk. “I’ll explain that one later.” You snort.

“The eighties were a weird time.” Tony chuckles, picking up his coffee.

“Well I wanted to watch Buffy, but Steve said no.” You roll your eyes.

“We have enough weird in our lives. Besides you’ll get on that tangent about people being secretly vampires again, like you did after Twilight.” Steve points a finger at you.

“He has a point.” Clint chuckles, not looking up from the paper.

“I never said he didn’t.” You squint at Clint. “I just said he told me no.” You shrug, looking away.

“Shocker. Steve never says that to you.” Sam snorts.

“I know, right?” You look at Sam with wide eyes, your hand on your chest. “I’m wounded.”

“So dramatic.” Steve rolls his eyes a small smile on his lips. Your heart throbs, your stomach wiggles and that pathetic feeling builds in your chest.

“Pot calling the kettle black.” Buck laughs.

“Shut up.” Steve sighs.

He wiggles his finger at you, and you practically convulse right there. You hurry to follow him back to your room. You were pathetic, you knew that. You were going to start distancing yourself, you knew it was for best. You would just start next week. It was already the middle of the week, too late to start now. Next week will be different, less pathetic. Maybe.

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