#OK BYE I GOTTA GO GET READY FOR CLASS

[todayisafridaynight]

spare kissu

[pixiedust-95]

Sundress Temptation

Summary: Toji x reader You're clearly horny for your best friend's dad and he knows. After all, he is too.

C/W: Explicit content. Pining, jealousy, misunderstanding, objectification I guess. Age gap, Daddy kink, praise kink, lots of pet names, thigh riding, fingering, multiple orgasms, tiny baby hint of other kinks. A bunch of dirty talk, probably too much. ehehe ok bye

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You’re so obvious. It’s precious, really.

He thinks you’re not even fully aware. He’ll catch you while he’s in the middle of an angry rant about work, your eyes both unfocused and at the same time heavily fixated on his hands. He won’t even finish what he was saying, just looks amused as you blink slowly, owlishly. He’ll flex his fingers a little, even, showing off how big they are, how they can move, what they could do to you. This affects you greatly, by the way your eyes become half-lidded with lust, and your thighs press together with need.

This affects him greatly, too. Before he remembers who he is.

“Sweetheart, you okay?”

You gasp, shocked back into your reality, a reality where he isn’t touching you with those godly hands. “S-sorry, I… just got a little lost in thought.”

He hums innocently. “About what?”

Just because he can’t have you, doesn’t mean he can’t have a little fun.

He enjoys the way your cheeks redden, as you become suddenly unable to look at him. “Just uh, you know, college shit. Bunch of assignments, gotta ask Meg a couple things.”

His eyes darken a little. “Right. Go on then, he’s upstairs, I got a couple of calls to make.”

“Ah, okay, uh good seeing you Toji-san.”

He notices your furtive glance at his hands again before he moves into the kitchen to quench his growing thirst.

You’ve been staring.

He knows. He’s been staring at you even longer.

---

He remembers the first time you met. Meg casually mentioned that a new friend would be coming over right then and there alongside Yuji and he wanted to introduce his dad, and not that Toji would care ordinarily, but he was in the middle of getting ready for a date and not happy about the interruption.

Until he saw you. Pretty, sweet, polite you, looking incredibly flustered as he was still topless, having not finished getting dressed, indignantly telling his son to make it quick – not that he regretted seeing your reaction.

“Alright, you can finish getting ready for your date now, dad.”

He noticed your expression shift, more downcast, and told you all it had suddenly been cancelled (his date is still pissed to this day).

After that first conversation he learned that you shared a few classes with Meg and Yuji, that you were top of the class (after Meg, he didn’t fail to clarify smugly), that you were extremely competitive (judging by your resulting pout), but blindingly kind and caring, speaking nothing but praise about the two boys.

He saw the way Megumi looked at you as you spoke, and learned something else.

---

You came over several more times after that, disappearing into Megumi’s room for long periods of time. He never asked what you kids were up to, his son sheepishly mumbling about homework before dragging you up there. He didn’t want to think about it.

You would without fail come down to see him, though. Usually under some pretense of getting water, a snack, Megumi falling asleep early. Not in a hurry to go home, somehow comfortable enough to just hang around him, ask him about his work, watch shitty TV together.

It was the best part of his day.

--- “Toji-san?”

He murmurs your name almost in wonder as he opens the front door. He was just thinking about you, and here you are.

“Hey darling, Meg’s not here at the moment.”

He notices a couple of very intriguing details. Subtle, yet perceptible to someone who has watched you so much he can count the freckles on your face. Your lips, always captivating, look extra enchanting today, tinted red with a sheen. But what he really appreciates is your cute sundress, a dainty, floral piece with an alluring thigh slit, and a neckline that accentuates your cleavage. You look… very nice today. His eyes wander over the exposed flesh greedily as you speak.   

“Oh yeah, I know he’s away. Sorry, guess it’s habit to come here, I can leave if you’re busy-“

“Stay. Uh, come in, I just finished a workout.”

He doesn’t mean for that to draw your attention to him in particular, it was the truth, but enjoys the way your eyes rake over his sweaty body nevertheless before bouncing inside with a newfound spring in your step. He tuts silently with a smile as he lets you in. You were so energetic. And so horny.

“Make yourself comfortable. Can I get you anything? Tea? Water? Beer?”

You smile teasingly. “I’ll have what you’re having.”

“Water first,” for a thirsty girl, he jokes to himself.

“Mm yes please!”

He’d heard you beg before in his dreams. He shakes that thought off as he fills up two glasses. When he comes back you’re spread on the couch, on your back, absentmindedly watching the news. He uses the moment before you see him to appreciate your figure, eyes wandering over your thighs and the way the hem of your little dress rises as you stretch your arms back with a yawn. He feels a growing ache, one that he needs to address before it gets worse.

“Water for the pretty lady.”

You beam beautifully at him, reaching for the glass and hurriedly taking gulps, uncaring of the way drops trickle past your lips, down the column of your neck, reaching your cleavage. He doesn’t think it’s an accident when your finger dips slightly below the v-neckline of your dress to catch a drop, tracing it back up your chest, and he imagines his tongue doing the same.

“I’m showering.” Toji announces suddenly. “Uh, you know where the beer is if you want.”

--- Fucking tease, he thinks without any malice, chanelling that energy into furiously palming his cock as water runs down his body. An array of images is brought forth to his mind, spurring him along. Your plump lips hungrily swallowing the water, how they could fit so perfectly against his. Your smooth thighs, looking so touchable, so kissable, how they could wrap around his waist as he grabs at your ass. Your cute doe eyes, looking so interested in what he has to say, when he groans about work, when he admits he doesn’t know how to be a better father to his son, filling him with warmth when you reassure him that he’s doing good. That he’s not a complete fuck-up.

The hungry way you unashamedly undress him mentally, look at him pleadingly.

Would you look at him like that as he’s stuffing his cock into your mouth? Like he’s giving you everything you ever wanted? Begging him not to stop?

--- Once he feels he has regained enough control to survive whatever sultry performance you throw at him, he joins you for a beer. You’re looking at some of the framed photos sitting on the coffee table. He digs out an album and shows you pictures of baby Megumi which you coo at cutely. You have a different reaction to seeing a younger Toji, and shyly ask to see more.

“What, old me not hot enough for ya?”

“Y-of course you are and that was a rhetorical question wasn’t it?”

He laughs, pleased by your reddening cheeks, and can’t help pinching one slightly.

“Toji-san!” You whine, and he has to work extra hard to remain composed.

“You’re just too cute not to tease, sorry darling.”

As he continues showing you pictures and regaling you with stories whilst you finish up your beers, you end up moving closer until your head is resting comfortably on his chest, his arm instinctively moving to wrap around your shoulders. His fingers trail down one of your arms, leaving goosebumps in their wake. He barely notices until you stutter in the middle of a comment, and then he sees you fixating on the way his hand encloses around yours, teasingly tracing your fingers.

He doesn’t say anything for a while, noting your reaction; your breathing gets a little heavier, your legs press together. He also looks for any sign of discomfort, of any awareness of the situation you might show. He’s certainly aware, but too entranced to stop.

You hum, with a hint of intrigue. “Your hands… they’re big.”

“Hm?”

Before he can really do anything about it, you’ve taken a hold of his hand, examining his digits, and stick your tongue out to give a curious little lick. He inhales sharply. You slowly coax one, then two of his fingers into your mouth and he stops breathing.

When he finds his voice, he tries to be the grown-ass adult he should be. “Baby.”

You moan at the petname, and he silently berates himself because of course he knows you like that.

“You should’t-we can’t. Megumi.”

Your lips release his fingers with a‘pop’ that resounds temptingly. “Mmm, Megumi doesn’t need to know I’m sucking his Daddy’s fingers.”

Toji groans more desperately, feeling a sudden tightness in his pants. “Stop, he doesn’t deserve this.”

You huff, slightly irritated. “Deserve what? He only thinks it’s a little weird I’m into you but like, he’s fine with it.”

“He-what? You’ve… discussed this?”

“Well, I don’t tell him all the details,” you whisper with a smirk. “He doesn’t know the thoughts I have. What I want you to do. What I want to do to you. But he says it’s none of his business, as long as I’m happy and you don’t hurt me. And I don’t think you will. Unless I want you to.”

His pupils blow a little wider at how confident you’re being at playing the seductress. He just needs to confirm…

“None of his business, huh? So I got this completely wrong? You’re not dating?”

You pause in confusion, before letting out a cackle of disbelief. “You’ve really not noticed? The way he looks at Yuji? Poor little me has to hear all about it everytime I come over.”

No. No he hadn’t, really. Because he’s always been looking at you, though he supposes he could figure it out in retrospect. Before he can ponder this revelation (and how to best show his support to his son), you sit up to face him, palms placed flat against his chest. His heart hammers, wondering what you’ll do. Then, against his expectations, you press a kiss on his cheek, and wrap your arms around him, pulling him into a hug. Wide-eyed, he soon reciprocates, hands rubbing up and down your back as he hears your meek confession.

“I’m sure it’s obvious but I… I really like you. But like, more than just a “I wanna fuck my best friend’s dad”. Which is definitely true.”

He chuckles against your head. “I know. And for the record, I feel the same.”

“You wanna fuck your best friend’s dad?”

“Funny. Seriously sweetheart, I can’t even tell you how much you mean to me. Just your company is more than enough, wouldn’t have even dreamed you’d want more.”

“I dream about it all the time. You wanna know what I dream about?”

The teasing lilt comes back, and he smirks. “Why don’t you show me?”

Your hands move up and down his chest, eyes wandering towards his groin, his thighs, before meeting his intense gaze.

“Can I kiss you?”

You ask so sweetly, and before he knows it, his lips press against yours first, fingers tangling themselves in your hair. It’s a few curious kisses, leading to longer, lingering ones before you pull away breathlessly.

“No fair, I was gonna do that first!”

“Sorry, couldn’t resist. You can take the lead for the rest, if you like.”

It’s not often he gives up control to anyone, but if it’s you…

“Hmm, no, want you to. Maybe next time.”

He grins wildly, pushing you down onto the coach and following suit for several more kisses. The offer is still there, but he’s nonetheless thrilled you want him to take the reins. You sigh happily against him as his tongue glides against your bottom lip, licking your lipgloss, and then your tongue. You explore each other languidly, enjoying the taste, the feel of something you had both been longing for, for so long. He pulls away, a string of saliva briefly connecting you, and once again he looks. At your disoriented expression, eyes fluttered shut, drool catching at the side of your pretty mouth (which he licks at), chest heaving temptingly. Your back arches with need, unable to quite express what it is you need, just letting out little moans as he kisses down your neck, a greedy hand trailing up your thigh, dragging the hem of your dress with it.

“These are the fingers your little mouth sucked on,” he muses, and you clench your thighs together until he pulls them apart and lifts them up around his hips. “What did you imagine, hm? What do you want these fingers to do?”

“Don’t-don’t know-ah!”

His hand rubs at the top of your thigh, enjoying the warmth of your skin there. You tighten your legs around him, moving your hips to try and catch his hand where you need him. “Don’t know, huh? You were pretty vocal earlier, you know.” He suckles at your neck, a finger ghosting over your panties much to your delight judging by the the needy moan that elicits, before pulling away.

“Fuck, Toji!”

Toji snickers, ignoring his growing ache and instead wrapping his arms under your arching back to pull you onto his lap.  “God you’re so horny sweetheart aren’tcha? I make you feel like that?”

“Y-yeah,” you sniffle, “always feel like that around you.”

“Hmm?” He spurs you on as one of his large hands sweeps down your neck towards a breast, slowly swirling a clothed nipple with his palm, eliciting gasps. “Poor baby. So sensitive, yeah?”

Your mouth is open, eyes fluttering shut as you ground down against his clothed thigh. “A-ah, feelssogood, please, please,”

There was the begging he couldn’t stop dreaming about.

“Please… who?”

Your eyes screw shut even tighter, almost stunned that he knows exactly what you’re thinking, what you like, what he is to you. But then, you suppose you’ve never been that subtle.

Toji thinks he’s taken it too far when you don’t answer, musing that he won’t push it for now, maybe another time, until he hears your voice so faintly he almost misses it.

“D-daddy, please…” you breathe out, head bowing down to the crook of his neck to hide your embarassment. “Please make me feel good.”

He exhales sharply, cock twitching, as his hand comes to stroke your head that burrows even further into him. “Good girl.”

He moves you up slightly so you’re sitting snuggly on his groin, letting you resume your needy grinding on him. He groans in your ear, still stroking your hair. “I’ll do, ha, whatever you want baby. Can help you come however you want.”

You hump him even faster at that, more desperately, and his other hand strokes down your back almost in reassurance.

“Tell me what you want, sweetheart. Wanna come on my lap like this? Sound like you’re real close.”

He can feel your warmth, your wetness, dampening through the fabric of your panties and his trousers. Your little mewls drive him crazy, going straight to his cock. One of the delicate straps of your dress has fallen past your shoulder, inviting him to kiss, then bite the flesh there. Moving down, he decides he must pay service to your beautiful tits, and so he pulls the other strap down and nudges the neckline until he’s greeted by your perked up nipples.

Immediately, his tongue flicks against one before capturing it in his mouth and sucking desperately. You cry out, wail, hips moving erratically until he feels a flood of wetness.

“Fuck baby, did you come?”

You almost start sobbing. “Please, not enough, please,”

“Need you to use your words, what do you need?”

“Just, touch me, anything, please, my-my pussy.”

“Lift up your dress.”

The gentle, authorative tone has you scrambling to obey. He groans appreciatively at your submissiveness and the huge wet patch visible on your panties.

“Take your panties off too, darling.”

He wants to say more, wants to gush at how pretty you are, but he knows how needy you are for him. Almost as much as he needs you.

You rush to remove the offending clothing, flinging it away before resuming your previous position, and he only allows a brief moment to stare, enthralled at your wet little pussy and throbbing clit, dripping and clenching on his lap, before his hand cups you there, fingers moving to rub up and down your slit, rubbing the slick that gathers onto your clit. You wail again before biting your lip. “Fuck, so wet baby. Turn around.”

Again, without question, you turn to sit on his lap, legs spreading as far as they’ll go to give him all the access he needs. “Want Daddy’s fingers inside?”

“Yes, yes yes,”

He smiles, pushes his middle finger inside, and finds he cannot stop talking from there.

“Jesus you're so tight, so wet around me. Want another? Want me to stretch your little cunt? There we go- don’t know how we’re gonna get my cock in you sweetheart, it’s gonna be a big fit but I know you can take it, you’re so good for me. Can fucking feel you dripping all over, gonna fuck you with my fingers, okay?”

You can barely keep up with his words but nod ferociously at the prospect of his thick fingers fucking you, and when they do you keen. “A-ah Daddy, so-good-“

You dimly register the movement of his hips as he presses his hard cock, still confined in his now stained sweatpants, against your back. He kisses your hairline before moving to your ear. “Good thing no one’s here, your messy pussy’s being so loud baby.”

It’s fucking unfair, how relatively composed he seems whilst saying the dirtiest things to rile you up. It’s certainly hard not to notice the squelching as his fingers pound into you, so unashamedly loud, resounding in the room as you drip down his fingers, down your legs (and his), and onto the couch. You squirm uncontrollably, so much so he has to hook one of his legs over your thigh to keep it spread open, arm tightening its hold across your waist as you take his relentless fingerfucking like his good little girl. When his fingers curl you gasp and sob, stuttering out incomphrensible words that let him know you’re close again.  

“Ffffuck I-fuck p-pleasepleaseplease gonna-fuck-coming!”

“Do it for me princess, come,, let it all out, then you’re gonna taste yourself since you like my fingers in your mouth so much, hm? My filthy girl.”

You let out a broken scream, muffled by his lips on yours as you gush around him, hands reaching out to grasp at his wrist, unsure if you’re needing him to stop or continue.

“Ah, fuck,” you gasp out when he pulls away, the hand holding you against him rubbing comfortingly at your skin.

“You come so beautifully, sweetheart.”

You give a watery smile, still overwhelmed with the aftershocks of pleasure. “Heh, thanks.”

“Can you open your mouth for me?”

You do so dutifully without much thought, awaiting his fingers. He waits a little, looking tenderly at your mouth. “Tongue out.”

Your tongue peeks out instantly. Humming in acknowledgement, he finally takes his fingers from your still spasming pussy, observing the creamy essence that coats them, and wipes them against your tongue with a fascinated stare. “Such a good girl, cleaning her pussy juices off my fingers. Suck them.”

You moan at your taste, mouth enclosing around his fingers once again, making sure to lick every last bit off.

“Hm, can’t wait to taste your pretty cunt. Bet it tastes so sweet”

You release his fingers with a whine. “Can’t wait – need your cock. Now.”

He chuckles. “Don’t worry, Daddy’s cock needs to be inside you too. Let’s go to my bedroom, hm? Don’t want our first time to be on the couch.”

“Even though I’ve already made a mess of it?” You snigger, but lift your arms up around his neck anyway so he can carry you. You snuggle into his neck, feeling warm, cared for, at home, loving how easily he picks you up. The journey into his room takes too long for your liking, but you pacify yourself through kisses against his neck, first gentle, then gradually nipping at the skin, smiling at the resulting groan. “Like a little pain, Toji?”

A low growl resounds, rumbling deep from his chest. “You’re being a brat.”

“Hmm maybe we’ll have to explore that. I’d love to mark you all over.”

He responds by throwing you on the bed. “The only thing we’ll be exploring is my cock inside your tight little cunt, got it?”

You try to behave the meek little girl, biting your lip to sell the acquiescent, submissive act, but it cannot quite stop the upturn of your lips as you mentally bookmark his reaction, which includes his very noticeable erection. “Okay, Daddy. Come fuck me now, please?”

His eyes soften as he moves closer until he’s standing in front of you at the bottom of the bed. You look up at him as he cups your face, comprehending the pause in mood. “You sure?”

“I would hope nothing in my behaviour yet suggests otherwise. Yes, Toji, I am completely sure.” You pull him down until your lips meet, doing your best to convey as much assurance and desire as you can in a kiss. Your hands move to the hem of his shirt, fingers curling under to move it up his torso. “Want you. Please take me.”

After another desperate kiss, you both pull the clothing off, and you hungrily take in the sight of his broad, strong chest, fingers trailing down the firm plane of his abs. “Fuck. You have no idea how much I’ve thought about this.”

“If it’s even half as much as me thinking about you… it’s a lot.” He cuts himself off with a groan as you kiss and lick down his torso, hands palming at his clothed erection before pulling down his sweatpants.

You moan even a little too lewdly for you at the sight of his cock springing up to greet you. A frazzled part of your brain wants to talk to it, but mostly you want to taste him. Your tongue swipes across the angry, red tip, and he curses roughly. You look up at him with half-lidded eyes, hand wrapping around the base and pumping up and down, wanting to feel the hot firmness of his length. “I’m serious. Can’t stop thinking about how you’d taste, fuck myself to the thought every night. Want you in my mouth so deep, wanna choke on you. Heh you’re so big, don’t think I could take half of it.”

You move as if to test that hypothesis, mouth positioned at his tip, until he roughly pushes you onto your back. “No,” his voice comes out strangled. “Not now. Need to be in you, now.”

You pout only for a second before the fluttering of your pussy reminds you that you need that too and sucking the life out of his cock can wait for another day. Maybe tomorrow. So, you nod frantically.

He launches himself at you, kissing over your face, before moving back to remove your dress. “This dress.” He pauses, almost unsure what he was going to say, as if his mouth moved ahead of his brain. “You look beautiful.”

You beam. “I tried for you. So don’t rip it off, okay?”

“It is very tempting,” he grunts, but manages to remove it without a hitch, placing more feverish kisses on your breasts and running his hands up and down the sides of your body. You immediately hook your legs around him, needing to rub against his bare cock. “Wait-condom in the drawer.”

“I’m safe,” you whisper after a pause, almost shyly. “Is-is that okay? Are you? Wanna feel you.”

He strokes the side of your face tenderly, wanting to commit the next scene to memory. “Yeah baby? Sure?”

Your nod prompts him to rub his leaking tip up and down your slit, and you sigh, arms tightening around his neck to bring him in for another kiss. As he pushes the head of his cock into you slowly, your mouth hangs open against his, gasps from you both mingling together. He pulls back slightly before pushing in again, and continues shallow thrusts of just his tip, getting you adjusted. You squelch lewdly around him with every movement.

“A-ah, more,” you pant softly, “please, m’ready.”

Not wanting to tease either of you much longer after all the build-up, he pushes in slowly, watching your face reverently as your eyes flutter shut and your mouth hangs open. “Let me know if it’s too much.”

“S’good,” you barely get out, your voice sounding tight. “Just-slow.”

“’Course, pretty girl.”

Repeating the same movement as before, he pulls back, and pushes in more of his length, fucking you slowly, accompanied by soft kisses until you whine and try to pull more of him in. “T-Toji, you can go faster now.”

“Hold on baby, let me get all the way inside.”

Your eyes open, widening at the words. “Oh you-huh, you’re big.”

He snorts. “You saw it.”

“Yeah well, I think you gained a couple more inches since-ah!”

He thrusts particularly deeply, pushing the last few inches of his cock inside. “Fuck,” he groans, “Sorry, are you okay?”

You breathe shakily against his ear. “Y-yeah, fuck, fuck, you’re, can really feel you in there.”

Pausing to relish in the godly feel of your wet warmth hugging his cock, he looks down at your taut body to where you both are connected, groaning deeply when he notices the slight bulge on your abdomen, especially when he presses down against it. “Yeah, Daddy’s really splitting you open, hm? How do you feel?”

You sniff, hips trying to move against him, though he doesn’t budge. “Full. Don’t want you to leave.”

“Don’t think I could bear leaving at this point.”

His hands find purchase on your thighs, spreading your legs wide so he’s free to move. When he pulls back almost all the way and slams into you, you give a sinful wail that would almost concern him if not for your encouraging declarations that urge him on.

“Yesss, yesyesyes, fuck, fuck you feelsogood, ha-“

He quickens his pace, cock twitching as tears spill from the corner of your eyes and you continue to babble in delight. “So pretty baby,” he moans, kissing away the salty wetness from your face, “and so fucking tight, dripping on my big cock, I’m so proud.”

He feels you clench at the praise.

“Wanna keep you on my cock all the time. While I work, around my friends, show them how good you take me. Can I show them?”

You let out a hoarse cry, feeling your cunt, clit, heart throb. “Use me, Daddy. However you want. I’m yours.”

He growls, pushing your knees even further back until they almost touch your shoulders, pounding into you with renewed urgency. You can do nothing but helplessly take it, tightening quickly around him especially when the movement creates friction against your clit with every slam.

“D-don’t stop, please!” You let out a pretty whine.

As if he would. He was addicted.

“Gonna take good care of you, okay? Such a good girl for me,” he coos, seeing your eyebrows crease in a telltale sign of your impending orgasm. The shift in expression that signals you reaching your peak is just mesmerising to him; he loves how transparent you are with your pleasure. “Gonna come again for Daddy? Is this pretty pussy gonna get all messy around me?”

Your mouth hangs open as you squeal, feeling the tightening coil begin to snap. “D-daddy yesyes I’m coming-ah!”

Body thrashing within the limited space between his own caging yours, he helps you ride your orgasm out as he keeps pumping inside you, cock drenched with your juices. He lets out a guttural groan as he joins you in his own euphoric bliss, spilling inside you.

It feels like time stops for you, adrift in another dimension where you need to hold on to each other as tightly as possible lest you drift away.

Eventually you feel your soul return, but you still clutch at him desperately, a stifled sob escaping. Toji looks almost alarmed, forcing his collapsed body to shift to the side so he can scoop you into him more easily. “Darling, you alright?”

“Yeah,” you sniff, breathing heavily still, “it was really good, I just… feel…”

Overwhelmed, vulnerable? You can’t seem to verbalise it, but he thinks he understands. He doesn’t say anything, just squeezes you to him and rubs over your back in a soothing, repetitive motion. “Just need a moment, yeah? I’ll take care of you.”

The words bring forth a giggle. “You just did.”

“There are many ways to take care of a beautiful girl. One way is with my very talented dick. Another is cuddling, followed by cleaning her up, followed by more cuddling.”

“Hmm. And chocolate?”

“Chocolate could be involved.”

You nuzzle into him, smiling against his skin. “Thank you. That was, um, pretty incredible.”

He can think of many smug comments to say, about his performance, about how your three orgasms speak for itself, about how he’s so fucking relieved you’re not dating his son. He simply kisses you, one kiss for each of those thoughts as your limbs entangle.

You lay in his arms for a good while, until a thought nags at you.

“When is Megumi supposed to be back?”

“Hey Dad, I’m home.” A voice rings out from downstairs.

Well, there’s your answer.

“Wh-WHY is there underwear on the couch-DAD!”

“Ah, shit,” Toji mumbles into your hair, breathing you in deeply.

“Hm,” you look thoughtful for a second. “Well if he’s coming up anyway… MEGUMI, CAN YOU GET US SOME CHOCOLATE FROM THE KITCHEN PLEASE? THANKS.”

“What the fuck?!”

Toji sighs, unhappy about the incoming disturbance. Resigned to the inevitable chaos, he gives you a final kiss before wrestling you into his shirt. After all, he’s the only one who gets to look at you like this now.

[funnymemesandreblogs]

So I posted something about telling my friend I'm a lesbian some time ago and I must inform you of today's events. Few days/weeks ago I sent my friend, let's call her L, that I gotta tell her something but deleted it right away. Doesn't matter - she still saw it. She asks me about it the next day and I say I can't tell her right now but I will tell her after a few days/when I'm ready. Today, my fellas, we were ready to go outside. But I (as always) took much more time to get ready than expected, even tho usually she's the one that's even more late than me. Anyways, she came to my house because of that and asked me when will I tell her. But it was literally like my body doesn't let me say it out loud. I told her I will tell her outside so we went outside. First park - full of children, second park - full of children, found some benches and sat there talkin' bout some shit when she asked me again. I couldn't answer even tho I wanted to so I consitered writing it down but that would've been really weird so I waited a bit more. (I also was smiling awkwardly and uncontrollably, I just be like that when I'm embarassed.) I started saying some random shit about how it's not really that important so she better not be expecting something amazing but that it also could be a really big deal. L talked a while and when she stopped for a moment I felt that I could finally say it and was like, fuck it, if I don't say it now, who knows when will I so I just blurted out an "I'm a lesbian" in the middle of a conversation about god knows what. L then says that she actually expected that and asked me WHEN DID I DECIDE TO BE LIKE THAT, LIKE NOOO, WHAT THE FUCK, YOU THINK I WOULD JUST CHOOSE TO SUFFER LIKE THIS??? overreacting rn, anyways I explain to her I do not decide that and that it comes to me naturally and she's like "Oh, ok", and I. Think. She. Maybe. Understood. But I was so fucking wrong. L said "I support you (amazing, right, that's what I thought, too) BUT I DO NOT SUPPORT OTHER PEOPLE. YOU'RE MY FRIEND SO YOU ARE AN EXEMPTION." I was sad, also she will probbably have the best reaction out of all my friends so I. Am. Fucked.

Some time passed and she asks me, how did you think I would react?

Me: ...

I actually thought you'd react exactly like this.

L: Yeah, I think I reacted too casually/relaxed.

Me: [?????? what the fuck]

Haha, not really..

L: What do you mean? See how relaxed I am? [points at her way of sitting]

Me: Yeahh, but... (mumbling some random shit because I'm too sad and overwhelmed to even tell her about what I don't like.)

L: How do you think P (other friend) will react?

Me: I guess same as you.

L: When will you tell her?

Me: I don't know, probbably after a few weeks (definitely not, lol).

L: Any crushes??

Me: Nope. (Even tho I like this one girl soo much but I know L hates her.)

I am sorry. This post is so messed up and makes no goddamn sense, especially now at the end, but that was literally our conversation till P came so I guess it's okay. Also, my whole class thinks LGBTQ+ people are mentally sick but I'm still in a better position than some other people because she didn't discriminate me (even tho she will probbably soon). :D, bye my dear gay stranger, hope you enjoyed and didn't suffer much in life or through this post, :D

[paisholotus]

Mikayla's pov

"So, are you ready to make friends today, Miss Junior?" I asked, Mariah, who playfully rolled her eyes at me. Today was her first day of being a junior. She goes to Forks High. Cassie, Beau, and I go to Peninsula College in Forks. I make Mariah's lunch as she gathers her books and work. My mom usually does it, but sometimes she can't due to leaving early for work. Cassie walks into the kitchen, grabs her and my lunch, and heads to the door. I rushed Mariah down the hall, and out the door, we got in Cassie's car and headed down the street. We drop Riya off first, and Beau picks her up in the evening because he only has 3 classes. Both Beau and Cassie are seniors in college, and I'm a sophomore.

"I'm so nervous." Mariah whined quietly to herself, making Cassie roll her eyes and shake her head. I laughed at the two, drinking my ice coffee. School is school regardless. You just got to make the best of it. I actually loved school, I loved learning. It was just sometimes the people I didn't like. Cassie and Beau were the only people I associated with at school.

"Stop being so damn dramatic! You do this every year." Cassie says, glaring at Riya through the rear view mirror. Mariah smacks her teeth and pushes Cassie's head, making Cas yell that she is driving. I then yell at them to stop, I turn back around in my seat, letting out an annoyed sigh. They never fail to piss each other off.

"You're gonna be ok, Riya. You never have problems making friends. You're a social butterfly, so don't worry." I said, reassuringly.

Mariah reaches around the seat and hugs me, telling me thank you. I kissed her cheek and drank the rest of my coffee.

"Yeah, you get to make all the weird and hippy friends you want." Cassie said, smiling at her.

"See-" I started but only shook my head

"Man, why you always gotta start with me!?" Mariah yelled. Cassie cackled, pulling into the school lot, letting Mariah get out.

"Alright, short stack, have a good day. I love you and be safe." I said to her. She hurried out the car and waved bye to us.

"FRESH MEAT!" Cassie yelled out the window, making Mariah turn around glaring, sticking her middle finger at us. We laughed, speeding down the street and making our way to school.

-Time Skip-

Mariah's pov

I took a deep breath, making my way down to the front office to get my schedule. I'm usually not this nervous, I have plenty of friends at this school, and I guess it's just jitters. Plus, if nobody tells you, junior year is your hardest year ever. So. I gotta be on my P's and Q's.

I walked into the office and waited in line. There's a lot of people in here today, understandably, of course. I felt a tap on my shoulder, turning around, I saw a girl with a pixie cut, she was pale and short, and a girl standing beside her who was tall, and had light brown skin. They were both gorgeous.

"Hi, you must be Mariah?" She asked, giving me a big smile. I smiled at her softly and nodded.

"Yeah, you must be the Cullen family, I keep hearing everyone talking about." I said.

"Yes, my name is Alice, and this is my girlfriend Prisha. We're both seniors, but we just thought you could use new friends, and we thought we would show you to your classes." She said, kindly.

"Awe, that's so nice of you. I would love that, thank you, Alice." I said happily.

I grabbed my schedule, and Alice looped her arm into mine, and we walked out of the office. "Mariah, we're going to best friends." She said, beaming at me. I smiled at her and told her of course we were.

-Time Skip-

Alex's Pov

I was sitting at the empty table since class hasn't really started yet. I watched the droplets of rain slide down the large window. It was really loud in here, so I was really trying to tune people out.

I turned to the door as I watched my sister Alice and her wife Prisha walk in, but they were leading Mariah Layton. She was beautiful, her shoulder-length curly hair framed her face, her small petite hands grasping her books, and her glasses sitting perfectly on her puffy brown cheeks. She was smiling and laughing at something Alice said. She hugged her and waved them both bye.

My eyes went wide when I caught a whiff of Mariah's scent, causing me to grip the side of the table. She smelled so good. It was like a floral/fruity smell, I don't know if I can control myself.

I looked away from her when the teacher put her beside me, I took fake deep breaths as I felt my eye's change from gold to black, I gripped the table harder as I stared at her.

She looked at me, her smile fading as she shifted in the chair uncomfortably. I continued to glare at her, and she just looked at me concerned.

"Are you ok?" She asked. Then, all of a sudden, something washed over me. It was like the sound of her voice was calming me down, and I physically relaxed.

"Are you in pain? I have medicine and water in my bag." She offered, which took me aback because no one in this school even dared to talk to us, let alone care about our well-being.

"Um...no I'm okay, thank you." She nodded and smiled at me. GOD, if I could blush, I'm sure my whole face would be red. She had the most prettiest smile I've ever seen. If my dead heart could beat, I'm pretty sure she could hear how nervous I was.

"What's your name?" She asked, looking at her books, then back to me.

I cleared my throat and sat up straighter, "Alex. I-i mean Alexander Cullen." Her face lit up as she turned her body towards me.

"Hey, Alex, I'm Mariah." She said, sticking her hand out for me to shake. I looked down at her hand and hesitantly shook it. She didn't even flinch due to my coldness, I know I shouldn't be doing this, but I can't seem to find a problem. Something is pulling me towards her, and I liked it.

"Alice told me about you. She's so sweet." She said, gushing. I cracked a small smile and nodded, agreeing, "Yeah, she tends to have that effect on people." She giggled and looked back to the teacher who was giving the assignment.

[strangesweetstyrant]

STUDY DATE

KATSUKI BAKUGOU X FEMALE READER

You were good in studying but due to training and stuff you were kinda lagging in maths... it was getting annoying since you weren't able to understand a damn thing in class.... but certain red head noticed it...

Kiri : Hey y/n san... you ok?

Y/n : to be honest no... I am kinda lagging in maths...

Kiri : Wanna attend study session with me and bakubro!!??

Y/n : Sure... if he agrees :)

Kiri : Don't worry about that.... I will text you... How about this weekend?

Y/n : well... sure.. I'm free...

Kiri : ok... anyways.. gotta go... see you tomorrow...

you both waved bye and started going home... you thought.... well bakugo has some ego but at the same time he was good at studying.. I hope he agrees... you sighed.. The thing you weren't admitting was tiny crush on him... bcoz you might decline his good work bcoz of his bad work... but that part of his personality excited you more.

NIGHT TIME

You were completing your homework... suddenly your phone beeped... you looked at it.. the msg was from kirishima... it said " Bakubro agreed... see you at caramel cafe at 4 p.m.".. you said thanks to him... since it might be hard to get bakugo agreed..

~ON THE WEEKEND~

You got ready around 3:30 p.m. . since it will take 15 mins to reach there... suddenly a msg came from kirishima.." uhm.. y/n san I won't be coming.. bcoz I suddenly have to go somewhere but bakubro will be there for teaching... so no worries.. just wanted to inform you.." you told him it was fine.. but was it really fine with you.... you both used tease each other a lot... other than that sometimes it would end up in fights.... you only hoped that everything will be fine..

~AT CARAMEL CAFE~

You reach there 5 mins before but he didn't came... you took a seat and took out your books.. after 2 mins... bakugo entered... he walked to you.. and sat beside you...

Y/n : Hey Bakugou..

Bakugou : stop wasting time dumbass... let's start already

Y/n : yeah sure... so you see this worksheet is kinda difficult..

bakugou scanned it.. : it's simple dumbass... let's get over it already

He started explaining... to your shock he explained everything really well... and cursed you a lot that how you didn't understood simple things...

~AFTER 45 MINS~

Y/n : I'm tired.. can we take a break ??

Bakugou : you're too lazy... well wanna order something... ?

Y/n : sure... can I get a _______?

Bakugo : I'll go and order it...

Y/n : yup... *thinking* he's not that bad..

You both had your drink and started studying again..

~AT 6 P.M.~

Bakugou : that's it... let's go home it's getting late... I'll drop you at bus stop...

Y/n : it's really fine.. you don't hav-

Bakugou : don't make me repeat myself... just be quick...

Y/n : calm down... fine.. let's go together..

You both started going home..

Y/n : hey bakugou... was it a date...

Bakugou : WHAT!!??

Y/n : OOpss.. I didn't mean to say it loud..

NOW IT GOT REALLY AWKWARD you thought...

Bakugou : well... if you say... then it's a date...

Y/n : huh..?

you looked at him and he was blushing... he then looked at you and gave you a peck on lips...

Bakugou : well here's your stop.. bye idiot...

Y/N : bye lord explosion murder...

well then he walked away.... even if you can't see you knew he was smirking... <3~~~~~

BONUS : Bakugou was the one asked shitty hair to call you for study session.. and then he didn't have to come.. ;)

ok I AM GLAD THAT YOU MADE IT TO THE END... I MEAN IT MUST BE QUITE BORING.. AND SOME GRAMMATICAL MISTAKES... SO FORGIVE ME BRO/SIS... PLEASE TELL ME IF ANY MISTAKES.. I'LL TRY MY BEST TO IMPROVE IT

[chaezcake]

THINKING BOUT YOU! A HUH YUNJIN FF

Warnings: my humor, might be suggestive and by suggestive I mean VERY LITTLE since I don’t do nsfw!! Also angst towards the end of the series.

Genre: comedy, fluff, suggestive, but again very little!!! Angst

Synopsis: Yunjin tries to act tough when reflecting back on a past relationship, but ultimately still has strong feelings for her ex-lover, and wonders if they have been able to move on or feel the same way she does.

Authors note: the synopsis is literally just the song meaning. The chapters have to do with the lyrics, so if you have a guess on what the next chapter will be about, lmk, in my asks. This isn’t proofread so sorry for mistakes, haha.

THIS IS STRICTLY FICTION

The sun shone just like the time you first met, Yunjin. The girl that came to California and left you.

It was a very hot day. What better way to cool down than with ice cream? I ordered my ice cream then sat back down at one of the tables. The girl a table ahead of me immediately caught my attention. She was stunning, blonde hair up to her white short sleeves. I must’ve been staring for too long cause the girl looked directly at me, eye contact and all. What the fuck oh my lord I want a fat bus to crush my face right now. I want a whole pack of people to jump me, any way to make me disappear from this awkward situation was alright with me. Surprisingly, she walked up towards me and sat right next to me. I froze. Eyes wide open as I stared at her. Watching her every move. “A bit bold of you to stare at strangers y’know?have some class!” She said jokingly as she folded her arms. “I’m sorry my eyes just follow pretty girls! Specifically you.” I said as I did finger guns. Lame. Oh my goodness that was lame. She giggled. “You’re very nerdy, in a good way.” She said, smiling at me. Waiting for my response. How do I respond to that! “Thank you?” I said raising one of my eyebrows. “How do I respond to that?” I told her. “Noo, I said in a good way! I like nerds.” she said as she jokingly smirked at me. I chuckled to myself. “Whatever!” I said as I joking rolled my eyes at her. “Are you from California?” She said, slight tilting her head to the right. “Umm, no. Is it obvious?” I said with expectant eyes. Waiting for an answer. “Kinda, I mean your dressed like your ready for rain.” She said, genuinely confused. “Well obviously!” I said, eating some ice cream off my spoon. “You shouldn’t worry about that, it usually doesn’t rain in southern California, much like Arizona” she said, eyes looking up as if she was thinking. “Who’s the nerd now!” I said pointing at her. “I’m just explaining the weather to you!” She said as she put her hands up to defend herself. We both laughed, I was fighting with a complete stranger. “Well, I gotta go. I had a fun time talking!” She turned around to walk away but then stopped in her tracks. “Need anything?” I said. “I already know I’m gonna regret not giving you my number, especially to a pretty girl like you. So, may I give you my number?” She said, eyes glistening. “Ok, just don’t kidnap me! I said, as she put her number in my phone. Surprisingly she laughed at my joke, she liked my silly jokes. I thought as I smiled. “I’ll text you when I get back home!” She said with a very excited smile. “Your so obsessed with me!” I said as I jokingly rolled my eyes. “Maybe I am!” She said as she playfully hit my shoulder. “Alright, bye! Love you!” She said as she practically ran out of the ice cream shop. Did she just say she loved me? I just made friends with a absolute weirdo! I said as I laughed,waiting for her to leave so we wouldn’t awkwardly go in the same direction and have to say bye 3828282 times.

It usually doesn’t rain, in Southern California much like Arizona.

Thinking bout you, part 1!

Part, 2 will drop soon, since I’m already working on it soooo. DONT MISS IT, pls 🙏😭

[occult-roommates]

Airport interlude

Around a month later, Akva finally had some time to take a few days aside and go to Del Sol Valley visit Paisley and her family. And then some of her friends showed up at the airport with her to have conversations I really wanted to write but had nowhere else to put idc this ain’t a professionally written novel I do what I want.

Akva: Thanks for coming with me guys! Bye everyone! Dawud: Ciao. Rudi: Welcome, that was a nice walk. Now I gotta go home, it’s the Eurovision tonight and I don’t wanna miss my country humiliating itself yet again. Daniele: Rud, it’s like 8 am, I know Europe is a few hours before us, but I think you’re overestimating it a bit. Rudi: I wanna be ready. Oh and by the way, I’m rooting for your country. Daniele: Aw, thanks. Dawud: No idea what you guys are talking about, but I know a few German songs cause you know, I took German classes in high school. Like Rock me Amadeus or 99 Luftballons.   Rudi: Literally everyone knows 99 Luftballons.  Daniele: To be fair, I don’t think I know any other songs in German but that one, so kudos to you Dav. Rudi: You dont- You don’t even know Rammstein? Like...Rammstein! They’re famous as fuck and they’re icons from my dad’s hometown. He even brought me to one of their concert when I was 10 which...In hindsight he 100% should not have but you get my point. To be fair, I don’t think my dad really knew what he was getting himself into, we had been invited by his best friend. Daniele: Eh, I know them by name, but it’s not really my type of music so I don’t think I know any of their songs.

It was now Dawud’s turn to leave the conversation, as his mechanic lessons were just about to start. Hopefully that day, he was not going to injure his hand. Whelp, now Rudi and Daniele had no reason to stay at the airport, so they just left the scene too.

Daniele: By the way, the other day, don’t remember why, I tried looking at all of the burger joints in the city, and did not see the restaurant you work at. Why? Rudi: Because I don’t work at a burger joint?? I work at a Filipino restaurant??? Daniele: Oh...I just thought...Ok you’re gonna make fun of me but it’s because the place is called Bob’s House and I don’t know, that has strong burger joint energy. Rudi: It’s because their logo is a pineapple, duh...No that’s not a joke, the name was their daughter’s idea and she was like, 5 years old back then. She told me personally while we were smoking weed together behind the art museum. Daniele: I don’t get the joke? Rudi: Ok, I can believe you don’t know Rammstein but...Spongebob??? How the fuck do you not know Spongebob??? Daniele: I did not made the connection alright, calm down. Rudi: Wait, I just realized, but the daughter, her name is Marisa by the way, she’s a mermaid...Well, obviously the entire family are merfolks, but she’s also the same age as Akva, give or take a year or two. And like, she’s bi. I know it cause one time I was talking about wanting a tattoo and she showed me hers, and it’s a heart shaped bi pride flag...Do you see where I’m getting at? Probably not, but I’m still asking just in case. Daniele: Matchmake her with Akva? Rudi: How the fuck did you guess on the first try? But yes, that’s my plan. I think they’d be cute together. Daniele: I think they need to have more in common than just being mermaid. Like, I don’t think Akva would be the type to date someone who smokes weed. Rudi: Ah, come on. Akva’s been through a lot, she deserves a nice girlfriend. Daniele: Please, first you wanted ruin Dawud’s relationship with Matteo, which I get you wanted to do that for me but still, now this? You’re aroace Rudi, stop trying to interve in people’s love life you clearly don’t know what you’re talking about. Rudi: Um fuck you, and I’m no longer rooting for Italy, my vote is going to Finland now!

Rudi did not care, as soon as Akva came back from California, they were gonna try to make her and Marisa meet. They would be so cute together, or at least that’s what the werewolf thought.

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[davishater]

Head canons of Hutter and Chelsea dating that I came up with while working, cause the new chapter released right before work and it was such juicy information that I could not stop thinking about it for a second:

Hutter made the first move, because Chelsea is so enthralled with Ron that she doesn't see anyone else.

At first, she said yes for funsies, but after getting to know Hutter more, she really started to fall for him for real.

Ok, but a separate head canon where Ron's just an idol to Chelsea, but Hutter was the one she really liked.

Wait, but then Chelsea being the one to ask Hutter out first actually sounds so good, too!!!

She just keeps stealing glances at Hutter in the middle of class and he couldn't even care less about her.

When she confesses, he says yes for the entertainment (but then again, he doesn't seem like the type to just date someone for the entertainment could be dating to gain experience, cause he seems like the kind of guy who would want a perfect relationship [or is that just me putting false assumptions on him???])

Later that day, when they go out on a date, Hutter finds out she's really into Ron and he's like, "I don't need the experience that bad, bye Felicia!" 🏃🏿‍♂️💨

Go back to where Hutter is the one asking Chelsea out, yo I just imagine him being a blushing mess!!!

Oh crap, but Hutter just playing it cool is a good one, too!

NO GUYS BOTH, BOTH!!!!!

Bro literally be working over time on those weights to prepare his mind, body and heart for whatever might happen after the confession.

"Wow Hutter, look at you go! You must have a new training regiment for your closed circle class."

"...... 0_0"

"Hutter?"

"YEAH TOTALLY!"

After weeks of intense training, my guy is so ready to ask Chelsea out on that date! He's been watching videos, talking to himself in the mirror, quadrupled his sets at the gym! Yo, he got dis.

Aight, so uhhhh, bro THOUGHT he was ready. Man can't even SPEAK, CAN'T EVEN LOOK AT HIS BELOVED CHELSEA.

His face is hot, he's sweating BUCKETS, he's stuttering a bit! Man is dying. Doesn't help that she's NEVER FREE!

Hutter decided to take a stroll around the school to try and calm his nerves and think of a game plan. He turns a corner and CHELSEA AND ANOTHER MALE STUDENT TALKING IN A SUSPICIOUSLY EMPTY HALLWAY??? OH NUH UH! NOT ON HIS WATCH!!!

Hutter has never walked up to someone SO FAST! He leans into Chelsea a bit and has his forearm on the wall right above her.

"So this is where you've been."

Boi be so smooth just give him a gold medal!!! Don't forget that side glare he gives the other student!

"Uh, sorry! I had no idea you had a boyfriend already!" Boy be bookin' it outta there!

Hutter and Chelsea just be quiet for a bit cause like, what the heck are you supposed to say in this position??? Hutter's arm is still on the wall above her, like no way she's gonna want him to move that arm!!!!

Hutter looks down into her eyes and the butterfly's are so strong they be flying all around the room!!! The sun is shining, the rainbows are rainbowing, glitter is glittering, stars are aligning, if this ain't a better time to ask Chelsea out, then there ain't never gonna be a time!

"Hutter, what are you doing here?"

Crap! She finally speaks! Boi gotta hurry before the moment is ruined!!!!

Hutter releases his arm off the wall and casually sticks his hands in his pockets.

"Chelsea, why don't you go out with me instead?"

Boi so cool, so smooth, even the butter is melting from jealousy!

Chelsea just stares for a bit, while Hutter cries in his head. She then takes his hand out of his pocket and grasps it firmly.

"Sure."

No words.

My boi Hutter got no words.

"There's a new cafe that opened up in town. Why don't we go there after school today?"

NO WORDS I TELL YA! CHELSEA'S ALREADY WANTING TO GO ON A DATE WITH HIM???? WAIT, SHE ACTUALLY WANTS TO DATE HIM????? YO HE BE SCREAMIN' INTO THE VOID IN HIS BRAIN!!!!

But my guy, you can't just scream! Not right here and now! You gotta keep acting cool! Keep making her think you're the coolest guy to have ever walked on this earth!

"Sounds like fun."

Chelsea smiled.

Nailed it.

Later after class, Hutter and Chelsea head on over to that Cafe, holding hands. She doesn't stop talking about Ron, or the Moriarty family through the whole date and Hutter realizes that asking Chelsea out was a big mistake.....

By the end of the date, Hutter had broken it off with Chelsea.

Masterlist

[ratwhowrites]

Goodbyes are Hard

Alright, posting this again. Hope y’all enjoy it. Next one I post will be the Iris Remi fic.

60 seconds

Ren’s eye was focused on the clock in front of him, impatiently tapping his foot in time with the second hand of the clock. The teacher droned on, his words going in one ear and out the other. Ren gave up trying to understand the class work, tuning out the remainder of the lesson.

40 seconds

“C’mon, c’mon..” Ren mumbled. He became more restless, his fidgeting became harder to control. His foot was tapping a lot faster as his fingers drummed aggressively on the desk.

20 seconds

The eyepatch clad teenager was already reaching for his backpack, despite the teacher’s instructions to wait until he dismisses them. He always hated that rule. He slipped one strap over his shoulder, ready to jump from his seat and take off. If only the clock would move faster.

5 seconds

The teacher was still talking. Ren already began to stand up, gripping his notebook tightly so as to not drop it. The bell had already rung but the teacher continued to talk. As soon as he dismissed the class, Ren bolted out the door, heading to the theatre building where his older brother stood waiting.

“Come on! We gotta run!” Nathan joked, speed walking away. Ren jogged to keep up, already panting from previously running. They hurried to Nathan’s car, Ren quickly tossing his things in the trunk before hopping into the passenger seat.

“And now we’re trapped.” Nathan remarked, gesturing to the line of cars trying to exit the school parking lot.

“I’m sorry! Anderson held us back just to squeeze in one last example! Can you believe that? It’s bullshit!” Nathan chuckled at Ren’s angry rant.

“Oh by the way, here’s your fidget cube thingy. You left it in my car again,” Ren takes the cube and fiddles with it, which made a satisfying click with each movement.

“But yeah, that guy always went on tangents. Makes me glad I don’t have him anymore,” He handed his younger brother his phone. “What do you want to listen to?” Ren bore a mischievous smile on his face as he typed something in. It wasn’t until the car’s speakers were blaring the Mary Poppins musical soundtrack did Nathan realize why. He feigned a groan of annoyance.

“Haven’t you had enough of Mary Poppins? We just finished the show!” Ren giggled, nodding his head to Practically Perfect.

“Never! The songs are too good! Favorite song from the show, go!” Nathan paused to think for a moment before responding.

“Definitely Precision and Order.” Nathan hummed as they drove, enjoying each song that came on. Ren felt content, just sitting there. His brother was always fun to hang out with. He dreaded when the ride would stop.

“How on earth did these kids get their licenses?” Nathan sighed as another car cut off the car in front of him. Ren raised an eyebrow and turned to his brother, chuckling.

“You sounded like mom just then.” Nathan’s face contorted into an expression of disgust.

“Ew, how could you?”

Neither boy were very fond of their mother. And for a moment they drove in silence, the cheerful music no longer provided a distraction from their destination. Ren skimmed over his notebook, trying to find something else to think about. Before they knew it, they had arrived at the familiar building. The salon appeared to be busy at the moment as all the seats in the waiting area were taken. Ren sighed and unbuckled his seat belt.

“Are you gonna come in and say hi?” Nathan scoffs at that.

“And spoil my good mood? I think not. I’d rather go to work in a good mood thank you.”

“…. She talks about you a lot. I think she misses you.” Ren mumbles, hugging his notebook. He wanted to stay in the car as long as he could.

“Not likely but that’s a nice thought I guess,” Nathan sighs. He unlocks the doors and ruffles Ren’s hair. “I’ll pick you up tomorrow ok? I did promise I’d take you to the bookshop. See you tomorrow kiddo.” Ren smiles as he exits the car and grabs his bag.

“Bye! See you tomorrow!” Ren walks into the salon, greeted by the ladies working. His mother walks out from the back room, not even glancing at him.

“You’re late.”

“I know.”

Ren wishes that he could’ve stayed in the car. He would rather be hanging out with Nathan than sitting in the back of the salon, waiting for his mother to finish work.

He didn’t realize that would be the last time he ever saw his brother.

[yuseonghqs]

🌊 GREETINGS FROM YUSEONG BAY !

JUST LANDED: MOON, TAEHO. / / FROM: SOUTH KOREA. / / AGE: 24.

–––– ( FOLLOW ? ) / / ( READ MORE ? ) / / ( MAILBOX ? )

the call picks up on the third ring.

"hello?"

"hey, mom." taeho speaks up first since he was the one who called. he can hear the sound of the electric kettle in the background which makes sense considering that he always calls around the time for their afternoon coffee that is also when taejun should be arriving from his classes as well. if he closes his eyes he could picture the image perfectly, could even smell the chapssal donuts that his mom used to make when they all still lived together. "just checking in. is taejun already home?"

"ah, taeho-yah. no, not yet. he said he was going to be home late because of practice. you know he really loves his soccer." and it's obvious, how her tone changes from stiff to endeared when talking about his brother. taeho tells himself that he doesn't care, that it's good that taejun receives the affection that he never did.

"i do." and there's a note of fondness in his own voice. "is he still upset about his last match?"

and that seems enough to unlock a monologue from his mother, making her go on and on about how his younger brother has been; from when he seemed still upset and disappointed with himself for losing what he considered an important game to how his mood improved throughout the subsequent weeks, how he's better now. she also talks about his grades, his friends and that she has the suspicion that the younger moon has a girlfriend or at least a crush.

talking about taejun is easy because it doesn't involve acknowledging the fact that his mother never talked about taeho in that same tone, was never that enthusiastic to know about taeho's life in seoul; but then she was never enthusiastic about anything that involved him, not when he was younger, not now. but still— still he lets her go on and on because she prefers this over the awkward silence that used to haunt their phone calls, over the unsaid why are you still calling, taeho? do you need anything? that would sit heavily between the brief and stiff words they exchanged with each other.

and maybe he needed his parents, he thinks, maybe he needed some attention— just a teeny tyne amount of it, just some—

"and— ah! your father just arrived which means that i should check on the donuts and get the coffee ready." and that's as much of a cue that she wants to hang up as any, but taeho still lingers on the call with a hum.

and waits. and his mother waits too.

"well, huh—" and it's almost funny if not tragic, the way she doesn't know how to end the call with her own son. "then—" and then she lets the silence linger between them for another second, as if waiting for taeho to understand his own cue.

"i'm doing fine." taeho says instead. "my finals are just around the corner but i already organized my schedule so hopefully i won't die by the end of it. i'm also still working at that bar i told you last time."

"and—" he lets his teeth play with lip piercing for a second. "i'm not going home for chuseok, not that you asked." you never do, he holds back his accusation. "but just letting you know."

"taeho—" he swears he can hear his father's faint voice in the background is he calling again? and even though taeho can't completely identify what kind of tone his father is using, it still hurts all the same.

"i gotta go, i promised my roommate that i'd pick her up." lies, but his parents were never one to question whatever excuse that he used to hang up on them or leave and this time, even if a part of taeho wishes that it'd be different, he knows that it won't be and even then he'll find a way to be disappointed by expectations that he promised himself he wouldn't hold anymore. "bye, mom. tell dad i said hi." and as expected, her mother doesn't try to defend herself— to comfort him or show any signs that she cares besides ending the call herself with an oh, ok then. take care.

and that's it. that's always it.

[nebulablakemurphy]

Total Eclipse Of The Heart (Pt. 8)

Summary: Y/N and Jacob attend the wedding of the century.

Prologue | Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7

Y/N grabs her vibrating phone off the nightstand. “Alice?”

“Are you alright?” The brunette say immediately. “I can’t see you.”

“I’m with Jacob. You can never see me.”

“Is this chick on something?” Jacob quips.

“I normally catch a glimpse at least. Nothing since yesterday.”

She did hunt yesterday, alone. Alice shouldve seen her then. “Should I come home then? Back to Forks?”

Jacob groans. It was supposed to be a month long vacation and location scouting for their big move to Alaska. A graduation gift from their new ‘family.’

“Well no, if you’re ok, stay in Denali. Sounds like Jacob isn’t ready to leave yet.” Alice shoots back.

“This is my last chance to be alone with her before the whole family comes to set up shop. Let me have this!” Jacob says into the phone.

“Have fun.” Alice sighs, “keep me posted and I’ll see you at the wedding.”

“See you at the wedding.”

“And not a second before,” Jacob adds, “bye Alice.”

Y/N ends the call. “Admit it, you miss them.”

“The Cullens?” Jacob huffs a laugh, “like hell I do.”

“Mhm,” she smirks, “you like Alice.”

“She’s alright.” Jacob remarks, “she worries about you.”

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“Jacob? Y/N! I didn’t think you guys were going to make it.” Bella rushes to hug the Y/H/C, almost unrecognizable in her wedding gown and heels.

“I thought we RSVP’d?” Y/N frowns at Alice, over her sister’s shoulder.

“Careful, she’s not zipped.” Jacob warns. Bella is one pull away from a show.

“Oh, sorry.” Bella apologies, moving away.

Jacob closes the back of Y/N’s dress with practiced fingers. She looks beautiful.

“Well you did say you were coming, but…no one’s heard from you in weeks.”

“We were scouting out a piece of land up in Denali. Alaska is really beautiful.” Y/N explains.

“Sent in the blueprint to get the ball rolling up there.”

“What?” This is news to Bella.

“Carlisle approved, of course, and funded. I can show you the lay out. We’ll all have plenty of room.” Y/N offers.

“I’m gonna set up a machine shop for me.” Jacob can’t shut up about it. “Y/N enrolled in some online accounting classes so she can manage the books.”

“You guys have it all figured it out huh?” Bella gives a watery grin.

“We do,” Y/N rests her left hand against the lapel of Jacob’s jacket.

“You look really happy.” Bella thinks back to the pictures at Jacob’s garage. Happy, carefree, glowing in love. They look like them again.

“We are,” Y/N says, looking to her boyfriend.

“Over the moon.” The wolf agrees.

“What’s going on in here?” Charlie guffaws, pushing the door open to peek inside.

“Dad!” Y/N rejoices, moving, at human speed, to wrap her arms around him.

“Welcome home, baby,” he returns the embrace. Resting his chin atop her head. “I’m glad you’re here.”

“Me too.”

Jacob waves, from the corner.

“You owe me a father daughter dance tonight.”

“Wouldn’t miss it.”

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Bella and Edward’s wedding is kinda beautiful. For an observer, one who doesn’t think they’re having a shotgun wedding.

Vows are exchanged, speeches are given, Y/N shoves a piece of cake in Jacob’s face. Things seem…normal.

“What?” Y/N demands, when she catches Jake staring at her.

He beams at her, “just admiring my girlfriend. That’s still allowed, isn’t it?”

“I guess so.”

Y/N’s mother approaches the table, already an emotional wreck from the night’s events.

“Honey!” Renee swipes at her fresh tears, the fact that she’s a little tipsy doesn’t help the theatrics. “You look so beautiful.”

“Thank you, mama.” Y/N chuckles, as she pulls her in for hug.

“Ugh, you’re freezing, baby.”

Jacob plays into this by draping his abandoned tux jacket around Y/N’s shoulders when they pull away.

———————————————————————-

“You gotta admit, it’s kinda cool that being a vampire gave you spacial awareness and rhythm.” Jacob smiles at Y/N as they sway together.

Y/N gasps at him. “Are you implying that I couldn’t dance before?”

“No, I’m telling you, you could not dance before. Like not even to save your life.”

Y/N swats his shoulder.

“Ahh,” he hisses, “gentle.”

“Sorry.” Y/N half smiles.

Her father’s hand comes to tap Jake’s shoulder. “Mind if I cut in?” Charlie asks.

“All yours,” Jacob nods, kissing his girlfriend’s cheek. “I’ll go see if Renee wants to dance.”

Y/N takes her father’s hand. “How are you holding up, old man?”

“You know me.” Charlie grumbles.

“Yeah, that’s why I asked.” Y/N cocks her head to the side.

“I’m gonna miss having Bella around the house.” Charlie admits.

“Me too.”

“I’ll be a wreck the day you leave.”

Y/N sighs, “you’ll be alright.” He has to be. What she doesn’t tell him, is that day is coming sooner than he thinks.

Chapter 9

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[pinequilla]

My love♥︎

Showcasing: Sub!Virgin!Jay x Femdom!Reader

Kinks: unprotected sex, mistress kink, virgin shaming(?)

Genre: smut

Words: 1,228

A/n: this was going well till i started rushing it so I’m sorry.

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“Your dating who?!” Your bestfriend exclaimed “yeah I’m dating Jay” you laughed, Jay Is known as one of most popular preppy boys in the school so it’s a wonder how someone like you, the bad girl of the school got in a relationship with him “y/n, your literally dating a popular nerd!” Your friend laughed grabbing a cigarette and a lighter out her bag “at least my boyfriend doesn’t have STD’s” you snicker making your friend hit you on the arm “fuck off about that! He doesn’t have STD’s” you know her boyfriend does have STD’s but it’s something she’ll never admit

“You probably have STD’s too since you’ve fucked him before” you rolled your eyes as she proceeded to blow smoke from the cigarette in your face “at least my boyfriend isn’t a virgin” she grinned, grabbing another cigarette to light “no he’s not, your just pissed your boyfriend has STD’s” that was your friends last straw before she got up mad and walked away, leaving you behind the school

You sighed before going in the school through the back door and seeing your boyfriend at his locker with his group of friends ‘I can’t let people know my boyfriend is a virgin’ you thought, just think about your reputation if people found out your dating a popular virgin nerd

You walked up to Jay and his friends grabbing his arm and whispering “come to my house around 7 pm, no questions, no butts, if you have plans cancel them, understood?” Jay just stood there, but nodded confused as hell “ok I gotta go now, bye!” You waved at him waking off leaving Jay confused and spooked

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As the bell ringed signaling its time to go home, you were walking with one of your friends “Finally I can get out of this hell whole” Your friend groaned, and no this isn’t the same friend, this was someone you just recently met, his name is Keeho and you guys became friends since both of you have most of the same classes together and act alike “me too, I’ve been ready to go home since I stepped foot in the school”

You both laughed, walking out the school “well I gotta get going, bye stupid whore” keeho yelled walking away “bye dumb hoe” you yelled back, as you turned you saw Jay walking with one of his friends ‘probably Heeseung’ you thought, walking up to them a tapping Heeseung “hey can me and Jay walk to my house? You wouldn’t mind walking home with one of your other friends right?” Heeseung nodded nicely walking off

“Soooo uh, why do you want me to come to your house?” Jay asked looking at you “well, I wanna do something with you, it’s a requirement to date me” you winked at him, and you saying that lowkey made him nervous, it’s been hard for you both to date since your the bad girl and he’s the popular nerd

“It’s ok there’s no need to be scared love, it’s nothing that bad” you smiled at him and he nodded back at you

—

“You wanna what?!” Jay yelled looking at you horrified while you just rolled your eyes “yeah I wanna fuck, like I said it’s a requirement to date me love” you smirked “no...no! t-that’s dirty!!” He yelled stepping back his face was flushed with the thought of even seeing you naked let alone fucking you “oh, does my baby not love me? We can’t date if we don’t do this” you pout, getting up and holding his hands together “why d-do we need too..?” Jay tried pulling his hands from you but you only held them tighter

“Because I cant have my friends knowing I’m dating a virgin, your already a nerd and that doesn’t help” you said in a annoyed tone making Jay whine “b-but what if I’m bad at it..?” You coo at him thinking he was absolutely adorable “it’ll be ok love, now kiss me” you whispered, now cupping his face with your hands “I-I don’t...know...” you tilt your head “you don’t know how to kiss? Awww, I’ll teach you love” you smile at him leaning in to kiss him

As both of your lips touched you felt your core heat up when tiny whimpers came from your boyfriend, you hadn’t realized you were grinding your core against him till you both broke the kiss and he whined “s-stop! This is so dirty~! Ahh~ so, so dirty~” he moaned softly, that of course didn’t stop him from grinding himself against you in desperation

“Isn’t this what you dreamed of? I know your pathetic ass has probably jacked off to a picture of me or something” you were right, no matter how innocent he’d act he’s had so many thoughts of you and what you looked like undressed “n-no! I’m not dirty like you...” he whined and you scoffed “says the person who’s hard” you grabbed his crotch palming him making him moan softly “hm~ oh fuck me p-please~ I cant take it anymore...”

“Go sit on the couch love, I’ll take care of the rest” you smiled and he did as told like the good boy he is “good boy” you coo while taking his pants off and all of your clothes, you left his shirt on just cause of how cute it was, as you sat on his thigh you looked at him making sure he was actually ok with this and he nodded

“Words, love”

“yes please ride me..”

You grab on Jay’s shoulders sinking down on him and he felt euphoric, shivers went down him as he was already so close to cumming just from that alone “can I move?” You whispered in his ear and He nodded, as you bounced up and down on him his eyes were glued to your breast and how they were moving with your bounces “your boobs are so pretty mistress...” Jay was so out of it he didn’t even realize what he had called you till you spoke up “oh? Does my love have a mistress kink?” he has always been such a simp for you and worshiped you but you never expected him to have a mistress kink

“Yes mistress..” he said through his moans “my baby is so adorable, how are you even this cute?” All the praises and teasing was so much for Jay to handle

But he loved it

He loved all of the praises and how you teased him with them, he loved being called adorable by you, he loved the petnames you gave him like ‘love’ or ‘baby’

“Mistress I’m c-close...” he whined bucking his hips into you roughly “cum when you want love” you moaned, you started to feel your stomach turn meaning you were close too which Jay noticed “let’s cum together mistress..!” You nodded as you leaned your head back “I’m cumming mistress..!” He held your hips tight as he came in you making you cum too

“F-fuck, you did so well my love” you hiss, still coming down from your high “I-I did?” He stuttered “yes you did do well for your first time” you smile kissing his nose while holding his checks with your hands “I love you, my love”

“I love you too mistress...”

[ilikefandoms]

Love Bites - Robby Keene

Request- You could write about Robby, where after a tiring day of training at both dojos (the reader is a part of Cobra), they decide to spend the night snuggling and watching some movies, but apparently Robby can't keep his hands behind himself...nor the lips, and ends up giving the reader many love bites. You can also make other students question about the marks on your neck the next day (they know about your relationship, but they don't support you very much) and she's is super calm about it, but Sensei ends up listening and getting a little embarrassed hahaha.

Name/Pronouns used- no name, none

A/N- Creds to my friend Maddy ( @bi-myselfff​ ) for helping me with this

Warnings- Making out- it gets a bit heated, hickeys, suggestive talk,  the tiniest mention of bad mental health

Rating- PG-13

Word Count- 1238

Robby had just messaged you, saying to come over to his place. Apparently he’d had a hard day. Well, that would make two of you. Sensei Lawrence had worked you all to your limit in preparation for the All-Valley Tournament, and according to Robby, Mr Larusso had done the same.

You had been dating Robby for a year. You had been there for him with his family issues, and he was there for you when your mental health got bad. You were each other’s safe haven. 

***********

“Robby, I’m here!” You called as you opened the door. As you looked around the room, you were met with the sight of Robby standing in front of what looked like a pillow fort.

“I thought that maybe we could order a pizza, and have a movie night?” Robby asked, with a small smile.

“Of course we can,” You smiled, walking over to give him a kiss, “But first, can I use your shower? I need it after today,”  

“Hard day too?”

“Oh, you have no idea. Sensei worked us to our limit. I swear it was...” You trailed off, seeing Robby break eye contact, “Sorry, I know that you don’t like it when I bring him up,” You apologised.

“It’s okay, you don’t need to apologise. It’s just still hard to hear about him, after everything that’s happened with us, y’know?” He said, looking back at you.

“I know,” You smiled at him, “Anyways, I smell, so I’m going to go shower. You still have some of my clothes right?” You asked.

“Yeah, they’re in the top draw of my dresser,” Robby answered, “Hey, do you want me to order the pizza while your in there?”

“Yes please!” 

“Do you want our usual?”

“Um...yeah. Thank you!” You thanked him, before heading off to the bathroom.

***********

You walked out, fresh clothes on, to Robby, who was waiting for you. “The pizza will be a few more minutes,” he said, “So we have time to pick out some movies. What do you want to watch?”

“Harry Potter marathon?” You said, with a smile.

“You know it,” Robby returned the smile. The doorbell rang, Robby answered, and payed the pizza guy. “Ok, you still need to see the inside of the fort,” Robby said.

He lead you in, and you looked around. Fairy Lights were strung up around the top, pillows and blankets lines the floor, and Robby’s laptop was set up to play the first movie.

“Robby, you did all of this?” 

“Yeah,” he smiled, “Do you like it?”

“Are you kidding?” You grinned, “I love it!” You kissed him, “Thank you,”

“Of course. Now, lets eat our pizza, and watch some Harry Potter.”

*********** 

You were cuddled up in a blanket in Robby’s arms. Your pizza was long gone, and you were part way through The Prisoner of Azkaban.

Robby, decided to get a little handsy, running his hands up and down your sides, his fingers grazing the bare skin where your shirt had risen up. He started kissing your jaw.

“What are you doing?” you asked, shifting to look in his eyes.

“Showing you I love you,” Robby said, before connecting your lips again.

His lips demanded entrance to your mouth, you parted your lips, letting his tongue crash into yours. The kiss gets more intense and passion but you don’t feel scared or unsafe in his arms, you feel right at home.

Robby’s lips trailed down, sucking hard. You could feel his teeth nibbling, and biting on your sensitive neck, leaving sweet, tender love bites.

Needless to say your movie was long forgotten.

***********

Robby felt you stir in his arms, kissing your head, then whispering in your ear, “Wake up baby,” you opened your eyes, immediately being met with the warm gaze of Robby’s green eyes.

“Were you watching me sleep?” You asked, with a teasing smile.

“You just looked cute,” he smiled.

“Last night was fun,” you said, kissing his cheek.

“Yeah, it was, " Robby said, tightening his embrace around you, “I don’t want to let you go,” he mumbled into the crook of your neck.

“Your gonna have to babe. We both have training again today,” you noted, pulling away from his arms, and going to get up.

“Nooo, baby don’t leave me,” Robby whined, reaching over to you.

“Robby, no, come on, we’ve got to get dressed,” you said, and Robby pouted. 

“Fine I’ll get dressed, but I want kisses after,” he reasoned.

“Ok, but only because I love you,” You said, before walking to the bathroom to get dressed.

You were just about to put a clean top on, when you caught sight of yourself in the mirror. Your neck and upper chest was covered in hickeys. “Robby! Get in here!”

“Yeah,” Robby said as he opened the door, “Oh...”

“Yeah, ‘oh’ indeed,”

“I...love you?” Robby tried, giving you a sheepish smile.

“I love you too,” you said, “Ok, get outta here and get dressed, before we’re late,”

You didn’t really care about the love bites that littered your upper body. You mainly brought them up to tease Robby. Any anyway, your T-shirt and your Gi would cover most of them on your chest.

“Ready to go?” You asked.

“Yeah, I’ll see you later Babe,” Robby answered, kissing you, “And, sorry about the.. y’know,”

“It’s ok. I’ll see you tonight?” 

“Of course. I’ll call you later, ok?” he said.

“Ok. Bye, I love you” you smiled.

“I love you too,” he smiled back.

*********** 

You arrived to the dojo, greeting everyone, and sitting down on the mat. “Woah, what are those,” Miguel pointed at your neck.

“Looks like Y/N got some last night,” Hawk said, taking a closer inspection of the marks.

“I mean, I don’t like how your affiliating with the enemy...” Aisha started, and you rolled your eyes, “...but, damn, respect,”

“I gotta say, I didn’t know you or Keene had it in you,” Hawk stated, with an impressed look.

“Well, now you know,” you smirked, “It was pretty...interesting shall we say,” 

“Quiet!” Sensei Lawrence shouted. “Everybody fall in,” You took your place on the mat. “Mr. Diaz, warm them up”

The class seemed to go pretty quick. You were all working on perfecting roundhouses, and how to use them on a moving target. You had noticed that Sensei didn’t make eye contact with you at all, though. You decided to talk to him, as you’d finished.

“Hey, Sensei,” you said, poking your head round the door of his office, and seeing him drinking a Coors.

“Hey Y/L/N, what’s the problem?”

“Not really a problem. It’s just that...I noticed that you didn’t really make eye contact when you were talking to me today, and I wondered if it was something I maybe did?” You said, tentatively.

“No, it’s not really something that you did. More who you uh...did,” He said, still refusing to make eye contact with you.

“Oh,”

“Yeah, I um heard you talking to Hawk, Aisha and, Miguel. Maybe in future, make sure that I’m not around when you talk about that subject,” He said, flushing slightly.

“Yes Sensei,” You said, trying not to laugh, “Goodbye,”

“Bye,”

You chuckled to yourself after you left. That was awkward to say the least. However, you did learn your lesson, and made a mental note not to talk about it again, when it was a possibility that Sensei could overhear your conversation.

@blackoutgirx

[ptergwen]

only you and me

w/c: 6.7k

warnings: angst, mentions of weed, and some swearing

summary: whenever peter tries to tell you how he feels, harry gets in the way

a/n: ahhhh hi my loves! my mini writing break is over :,) life has been just a mess for me and i’ve been way more critical than usual about my work but i’m doing a little better and ready to get back into everything! this helped me a lot so i’m excited to share it with y’all <3 it’s also my first time writing harry osborn so lmk how i did lmaooofwfjj but yeah pls enjoy

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“dude, she’s right there! just tell her!” ned whisper yells to peter, elbowing him for emphasis. they’re hidden behind a wall to watch you at your locker. you’re grabbing books while betty rants to you and mj rolls her eyes. “not now. she looks... busy,” peter gulps, gaze trailing down your body. he always finds excuses to put off telling you how he feels.

or rather, excuses find him. something comes up every time he gets the courage to do it. he has no idea why he’s so scared because he’s pretty sure you like him back. pretty sure. there are a few reasons why you might not. also, plenty why you might. you stay up late texting most nights, and you’ve even flirted a couple of times. it never fails to make peter blush. he trips over his words whenever he tries to flirt back.

he’s had feelings for you since the first time you two hung out alone. none of your other friends could make it, but you happily took him up on his offer to come over. you grinned through his whole apartment tour, asked about may and what she does. when peter showed you his room, you even complimented his movie posters, much to his surprise.

“really? you don’t think they’re, like, dorky?”

“no, peter. your interests aren’t dorky. everyone likes what they like.”

and, he liked you. he knew it from that point on. you’d know it too if the universe wouldn’t keep stopping him from saying that.

“she’s so...” peter pauses for a second. him and ned watch you pull betty in by her shoulders as if you’re going to kiss her. she dodges you, mj pushing her back, all three of you giggling about it before you grab betty’s hands and give her words of encouragement. “cool,” peter finishes, turning back to ned. “i mean, how she puts herself out there like that.”

“what’s stopping you from doing the same thing?” ned points out with a knowing smile that peter returns. you make it look so easy. whenever you’re comfortable around people, you can let go of any doubts you have. you stop worrying about what they might think and instead do what you want. it’s inspiring to peter, and heart warming getting to be one of the people you’re fully you with.

he wishes he could apply your wisdom himself.

peter shakes his head, staring down at the floor. “oh, you know. anxiety, fear of rejection. that fun stuff.” “so, yourself,” ned concludes, clapping peter’s backpack so hard it makes him stumble forward. betty and mj wave goodbye to you before heading to their first class. you’re still getting your things together at your locker. this is peter’s moment.

“come on, dude! y/n’s not busy anymore. you got this.” ned keeps his hand on peter’s back, adding on, “it’s been a year already.” “half a year,” peter corrects him in a mumble. he’s liked you for a really long time. “ok, i’m going. wish me luck.” he takes a deep breath and focuses in on you. “aw, dude. you don’t need it.” ned gives him one last pat on the back. “good luck, though.” “thanks, man. see you in trig.”

right as peter starts heading over, harry comes up behind you and covers your eyes. you squeal, jumping up and turning to him, laughing as you playfully hit at his chest. he brings you into a hug where your face is buried in his sweater and probably inhaling his super strong, super expensive cologne.

that’s what’s stopping peter, harry freaking osborn. his own friend.

peter quickly loses the tiny bit of confidence ned gave him. he figures it might be better to hold off on his confession and get an early start to class. unfortunately, it doesn’t seem like that’s going to happen. harry has already spotted him and calls him over.

“hey, pete! come give us some love, eh?” harry beams, an arm slung around your shoulders and you smiling up at him. you direct your smile to peter when he slumps his way to your locker. his lips pull into a barely noticeable frown. you notice. “there’s my guy. why so down, sunshine?” harry offers his fist for a fist bump. peter gives it to him, eyes staying on you.

harry osborn. where to begin with such a specimen? he’s the perfect combination of everything you’d want in a guy. he gets good grades, he’s a star player on on the basketball team, nice to everyone and makes you laugh, popular yet fits right into your small group.

he was friends with you before the popular thing. what kicked it off was him making varsity basketball while only being a sophomore. yep, he’s unreal. since then, he’s been balancing his cool life and also hanging with “the nerds,” as he likes to call you. he got his own feelings for you along the way. peter can tell.

he’ll give you rides home, compliment how you look, basically act like your boyfriend without really being it. it absolutely infuriates peter because he doesn’t compare to harry in the slightest. if he were you and had the choice between himself or harry, he would pick harry.

it’s been a factor in why he hasn’t come clean about how he feels yet. he’s not trying to create a love triangle that he doesn’t stand a chance surviving in.

“for real, peter. you good?” you ask him, eyebrows knitted together in concern. “fine,” peter lies and musters up a smile. “i’m just tired. didn’t sleep too good last night.” you’re only more concerned now. this has been happening to him a lot lately. you search for his eyes. “again?”

“aw, man. you need something for it?” harry punches peter’s shoulder and lowers his voice. “i know this kid who-“ “harry, stop.” your words are serious, tone lighthearted. you throw your head back on his arm. “do you really know a kid?” “i’m not telling you,” he says in an overly happy voice, you humming the same way. peter feels like he’s third wheeling.

“i was telling pete.” harry looks at him expectantly, peter’s mouth dropping open while he thinks of what to say. harry likes to mess around. this is a different level, though. “no thanks. i- i shouldn’t. i’m-“ “relax, i don’t know a kid,” harry chuckles and points at peter. “your face right now.” it’s completely flushed. you knock into harry’s side.

“ok, well literally no one laughed. you’re scaring him,” you tell harry sternly. peter tugs tight on one of his backpack straps. he doesn’t feel like he’s third wheeling you two now. he feels like your kid. he’ll never let ned mettle in his love life ever again if this is where it gets him. “he knows i’m kidding, y/n/n. right?” harry checks with peter. you make a face at him that says you aren’t convinced.

he switches his arm from you to peter, drawing him into his side. “look, pete. i’m sorry. the only kid i know who’s selling is chocolates for his band trip.” you’re satisfied with that, grinning at both of them. peter forces a laugh and nods. “no worries, man. i gotta get to class.” “good boy,” harry lets him go. “bye, pete. we’ll see you at lunch,” you remind him. he gives you a tight lipped smile. “see you, y/n/n.”

you and harry continue practically spooning each other as soon as peter is out of sight.

what the hell is going on?

peter is back to being grumpy, plopping down in his seat next to ned. their teacher has the lesson plan pulled up on the smart board. ned looks from it to peter, almost jumping in his seat. “oh, you’re back already? how’d it go?” “it didn’t go,” peter huffs, copying down the aim. he’s only doing it so he doesn’t have to look ned in the eyes while telling him he bailed. again.

“you didn’t do it?” ned repeats, peter writing something about pi and a unit circle in his notebook. he bites the inside of his cheek. “you have to do it at some point,” ned sighs out and picks up his pencil. even he’s getting tired of this, and ned never gets tired of a good friends to lovers moment. “i think she likes harry,” peter says under his breath. “huh?” ned gasps.

peter doesn’t feel like explaining the extremely awkward moment he just finished living. although, it wouldn’t hurt to get a second opinion. “y/n. he came over, and they kept hugging and whatever.” “they always do that,” ned almost scoffs, their trigonometry teacher moving to stand in front of the class. “yeah, but he had his arm around her the whole time we-“

the bell rings and cuts their conversation short. peter struggles to label the unit circle they learn about when his mind is filled to its capacity with images of you and harry all over each other. it’s not daydreaming. this is a nightmare. maybe, he actually will be having sleep problems.

peter’s morning is relatively decent after that. he gets to do an experiment with mj in chemistry, and she lets him take the lead for once. spanish is easy, health is okay, then he has a free period, then it’s lunch. things can only go downhill from here.

he thinks about hiding in the library until it’s over, but it’s the thought of harry eating your face that gets him to drag himself to the cafeteria.

flash is at the head of your table talking to harry when peter gets there. great, now he can’t eat his soggy chicken fingers in peace. “sounds dope. let’s go on the-“ flash stops saying what he was saying and nods at peter. “penis parker, you’re late.” peter takes his seat on your left, harry on your right. you glance over at him to make sure he’s okay. he acts like he doesn’t care, peeling open his milk carton.

“just text me later, man. get outta here,” harry dismisses flash, the two of them doing a bro handshake before he leaves. he’s well aware of his and peter’s history. he keeps them separate for the obvious reasons. peter appreciates it because saying no to flash is nearly impossible. he shouldn’t be so mad at harry, should he? he’s a good friend.

harry’s arm snakes around your waist and brings you closer to him. never mind.

“who’s up for sushi later?” he asks the table, everyone agreeing and saying how awesome that sounds. everyone except peter. you tap his shoulder with a small smile. “what about you, peter? you coming?” he realizes you’re all waiting for him to respond and puts down his milk. “uh, i can’t. homework,” he lamely answers.

“dude, we have homework, too. just do it a little later,” ned suggests, betty laying her head on his shoulder. you share a look with her, your eyes wide and a grin on your lips. that must have been what you were talking about this morning. she asked for boy advice. ned advice. why can’t this crap work out for peter?

“i really can’t. sorry, guys,” peter half heartedly apologizes.

he misses the disappointment that crosses your features because he’s pouting at his lunch again.

“homework, huh?” mj tests him, squinting as she takes a sip of apple juice. harry nudges peter’s side with two fingers. “you still mad about the sleeping thing?” “sleeping thing? what sleeping thing?” betty wonders while ned rests his head against hers. a quiet laugh slips out of you as you lean in to tell her.

“peter said he couldn’t sleep last night, so harry offered him...” you mime rolling a joint. “i said no,” peter clarifies, rolling his eyes at the inevitable teasing he’s about to get. none of you have even smoked besides harry. you’re being annoying about it. “of course you did,” mj sighs and kicks her feet up on the table. “unrelated to what y/n just said... harry, i have insomnia.”

everyone bursts into laughter at that, betty shoving her side and you pulling harry by his torso as he pretends to go into his backpack. peter wants nothing to do with any of this. he usually enjoys joking around with the group, even if it’s at his expense because it’s from a place of love.

today feels like you’re straight up making fun of him. harry might as well invite flash to join in.

“alright, alright, alright. enough of the weed talk,” harry decides, you removing your arms from him and grabbing your coffee. “you’re such a bad influence.” your voice drips with sarcasm. you bend the straw and take a sip while scooting closer to peter. “you really can’t come later? i feel like i’ve barely seen you today.” that’s on harry. “i wish i could, y/n/n,” peter exhales. “i’ll text you later, okay?”

you don’t get to answer because mj tugs on your arm, distracting you from peter. she explains how she has to do an art project on what it means to be a woman and needs help brainstorming ideas. you’re full of them, offering up an interesting perspective for her to use. peter smiles to himself as he listens in. you find a new way to impress him every day.

he should tell you that.

“hey, y/n?” “listen to her! you’re seriously my idol,” betty gushes, so loudly you don’t hear peter. not a single thing has gone in his favor at this table. he gives up.

peter locks himself in his room when he gets home from his overall terrible day. he does homework like he said he would, only taking a break for dinner, giving one word replies to may’s questions about school. he’d much rather be having sushi with you. he would’ve gone if the others didn’t.

after dinner, it’s back to grumbling and scribbling down answers. there’s a knock at peter’s door around ten o’clock, which he assumes is may saying goodnight. “i’ll be done in a few minutes, may! love you.” “it’s y/n,” you reply, the smile clear in your voice. his eyes go comically wide. that’s the last thing he expected to hear. “oh. uh, come in.”

you’re holding a small takeout bag, shutting the door behind you and walking over to his desk. you meet his twinkling eyes in the dim light that hits off his walls. from his open window, you faintly hear cars as they rush by and honk their horns in the distance, accompanied by a fresh breeze. it’s cozy, safe. it’s peter.

“hey. what’re you doing here?” peter questions, leaving his pencil in his binder and shutting it. you shake around the plastic bag. “i saved you a roll.” he bites back a smile, getting up from his chair. “may let me in. she was really chill about it,” you continue and hold out the sushi for him. “it’s a california roll. i wasn’t sure what you wanted, and everyone likes those.”

peter lets his smile spread out and takes the bag from you. “thanks, y/n/n. i was honestly hoping one of you would have leftovers.” you laugh softly, peter setting the bag down on his desk. he scratches the back of his neck. “did you guys have fun?” “yeah. i missed you, though.” you clasp your hands behind your back. “everyone did.”

“i feel bad i didn’t go. just... things felt off today,” peter admits the real reason he stayed home, you letting out a breath. “it was harry, wasn’t it? god, he was being so weird.” your arms drop back to your sides. “there’s a difference between playing around and actually upsetting people.” by people, you mean peter. no one else seemed too bothered by him. “i’m sorry, peter. i tried to make him stop.”

“no, you don’t have to apologize,” peter assures you sweetly, grabbing one of your hands. “it’s not your fault, okay? he probably didn’t realize what he was doing. the jokes landed.” he’s referring to ned, mj, and betty finding harry’s comments hilarious. you lace your fingers with peter’s and frown. “this isn’t like him. maybe he’s stressed about a game.” your gaze drifts off to the side, what you see getting you to perk up.

“is that new?” you ask peter, leading him by his hand over to a poster he put up recently. it’s for 13 going on 30. you showed it to him a couple of weeks ago, and he clearly liked it a lot. any movie that makes it to peter’s wall is a special one. “mhm. i got it literally right after you went home the night we watched,” he chuckles and looks over at you while you study the poster.

you turn to face peter again, keeping your hand tight in his. “were you gonna tell me something earlier? at lunch?” he’s confused for a second, then he remembers your ideas for mj’s art project. the fact that you cared enough to bring it up after all these hours makes his stomach do summersaults in the best way. he shrugs and gives you a smile.

“the stuff you were saying about femininity and how there are so many ways to define it,” peter starts, you grinning back at him, at how he took an interest in what you were saying. “you’re so smart, y/n. you make me wanna be better.” a light pink dusts his cheeks. “peter, you’re a feminist?” you coo, joking but genuinely wondering at the same time. he squeezes your hand. “duh.”

“i thought so,” you nod, taking in the rest of what he said. “you think i’m smart? i trust you because you’re way smarter.” peter pffts in response. “i’m only good at, like, physics. you’re good at things that really matter. smart in that way.” you’re feeling your own face get hot. you swing yours and peter’s hands back and forth. “why are you the nicest person ever?”

the answer to that, may, peeks her head into the room. “hey, kids. it’s getting late.” she notices your intertwined hands and shoots peter a smirk. “i thought you were a cool aunt,” he teases, you sadly letting go of him. “she is. thanks for having me over so late,” you tell may on your way to the door. “oh, stop it. you can come over any time.” she puts a hand on your arm. “thank you so much,” you murmur back.

you walk backwards to the doorway, may leaving you two to say your goodbyes. “wanna hang out only you and me? on friday maybe?” that should make up for everything earlier. “yeah, of course. friday is perfect,” peter agrees and bounces on his feet as excitement takes over him. “thanks again for the sushi.”

“no problem. goodnight.” it’s taking every last bit of power in you to not freak out. “night. text me when you get home.” he presses his tongue into his cheek. you slowly pull the door shut. “ok, i will. bye!” it closes, leaving peter skipping across his room to his bed on one side and you doing a little happy dance on the other.

the next day at school, everything is back to normal. honestly, better than normal. your hangout with peter is tomorrow, and he’s planning on telling he likes you then. he already talked it over with ned. he’s relieved it’s finally happening, especially since him and betty have their own thing. she’ll be taking up most of his free time from here.

your group is spending lunch outside today, lounging across a picnic table, surrounded by trees and the shining sun in a bright blue sky. mj sits on the table and has her feet on the bench, which would usually bug peter to no end. he doesn’t mind this time because it takes up enough room that harry has to sit with ned and betty instead of you. you lean into peter’s side and stab a piece of lettuce from your salad.

“it’s so nice out,” betty sighs, ripping off half her cookie and giving it to ned. “we should ditch.” “oh my god, you sound like harry,” you groan between bites of salad. peter lets out a breathy laugh, you looping your arm through his. he grins down at where you’re linked. harry crosses his own arms over his chest. “she wishes.” betty only nods because her mouth is full of m&m’s.

“nah, seriously. i’d take us out somewhere, but i have practice after school.” he speaks quieter than he normally does, less confident. your theory about him having basketball drama was right. “what did we tell you? talk about the sports shit with your sports friends,” mj complains, sitting back on her hands. she glances at harry over her shoulder and catches ned mouthing you can’t say that.

sitting criss cross, she spins around to face harry, unenthusiastically saying, “what i meant was, you sound upset. what’s wrong?” harry gets into it right away, like he’s been waiting for someone to ask. “coach says there might be a scout at the next game. it’s a really good opportunity even though i don’t have to worry about... college yet.” the word makes him cringe.

“oh, damn. that’s a big deal. scary,” mj snorts, turning back to you and peter. her behavior makes ned internally face palm. “that’s awesome, dude. you’re gonna play amazing like always.” he gives harry a high five, who smiles nervously in response. he’s never nervous. “thanks, bro. you guys wanna come and watch?” he’s never invited you to one of his games before either.

this isn’t a group of friends that likes to spend their weekends in bleachers while angry teens shout around them.

“definitely. we’ll be there to support you, harry,” betty answers for everyone, ned pecking her cheek in satisfaction. mj cusses to herself before replying. “if i absolutely must, sure.” only you and peter haven’t said anything yet. he’s been chewing his lower lip, and you your salad. harry looks between you two hopefully. it’s more so at you, which peter doesn’t like.

“y/n? pete? it would help a lot, i’m serious.” he taps his fingers on the table until one of you speaks up. you’re the one who does. “i’ll go. this is pretty huge, right? congrats.” you reach across the table and squeeze his shoulder while simultaneously tightening your arm around peter’s. he takes that as a cue. “i’ll go, too. happy for you, man.”

though peter isn’t currently in the best place with harry, he should show his support by showing up. it can’t be too bad since the rest of you will be there.

a loud, long chuckle leaves harry as he hops up from his bench and comes to yours and peter’s. he bends over and wraps both of you in a hug from behind at the same time. his arms are around each of your shoulders, holding you so close his cheeks are squished against either of your heads. you giggle at that, peter finding himself laughing along and reaching back to ruffle harry’s hair.

staying mad at him is one of the world’s greatest challenges.

“you’re saints, both of you. my angels.” he kisses the back of your head, then lays one right on peter’s cheek, leaving him blushing red and grinning. “what about the rest of us? i never go to shit like this,” mj huffs and seems genuinely offended. harry wiggles his eyebrows. “you want a kiss?” his offer gets her flustered, which she can’t manage to hide. that’s a first.

“shut up. i’m just saying... never mind.” mj glares at you and peter, ned and betty making kissing noises behind her. “someone change the subject.” peter steps in. “when’s the game, harry?” he asks, harry snapping and waving his finger. “tomorrow! cancel your plans, kiddos.” “like we had any,” betty retorts.

some of you did. that was going to be peter’s hangout with you.

ned smiles sympathetically at peter before betty is getting his attention. you‘re unfazed and rambling to harry how proud you are of him.

did last night mean nothing? was it an empty gesture? were you only doing it out of guilt? peter must have read your visit wrong. he’s been wrong the whole time he’s liked you. you don’t like him back, you pity him. harry is who you’re really interested in.

may always says he should trust his instincts.

peter pulls his arm from yours suddenly, swinging his backpack onto his shoulders. you’re taken back because it’s so out of no where. you stop talking to harry so you can figure out his deal. “where are you going?” “bell’s gonna ring,” peter mumbles and picks up his lunch tray. he heads to the garbage can without another word or goodbye to anyone.

“i’m gonna go check on him,” you tell harry, already getting up from the bench. “you do that,” he acknowledges and calls mj’s name again.

peter tosses his mostly untouched food in the trash, seeing you make your way over from the corner of his eye. he tries to speed walk inside so he doesn’t have to talk to you. you’re too quick, cornering him between the door and brick wall.

“we still have ten minutes,” you state, worry flashing across your face. he’s avoiding you. well, attempting to. “what’s wrong?” peter gulps before saying anything. “my next class is on the other side of the-“ “no,” you cut him off. “what’s really wrong?”

he doesn’t feel like having this discussion. it’s bad enough he came to the realization his feelings are one sided. must he break that down for you so soon?

you toy with your sleeve while you speak because peter doesn’t. “i thought you and harry were fine again. i mean, he kissed you.” peter clenches his jaw so hard he can imagine the sound of it cracking. “it’s not about harry.” “what, then? what the fuck happened?” your sleeves are now balled in your fists. you hate it when peter does this angsty routine.

he keeps his voice low and calm so he doesn’t come off as jealous or hurt. he’s both of those things. “the game is tomorrow. friday. when we were supposed to hang out.” you meet peter’s eyes with nothing but remorse in yours. “i... i forgot,” is all you have to say.

you feel awful. he’s had a tough couple of days, and you fell through on your promise to cheer him up.

“clearly,” peter remarks, voice sharp. the way you’re looking at him makes him think he won’t like what’s coming. “peter, we have to go,” you almost whine. “i’m really sorry, i am, but this is a big night for harry. he needs us there.” peter stays silent. you’re twisting the knife deeper into him with every word. “i wouldn’t be cancelling if this wasn’t important.”

now you’re cancelling?

you reach for peter’s hand, but he shoves it into his pocket. that stings for you and him. “please, peter. we’ll hang out at the game, i swear.” this is the last chance you’ve got, so you pile it on. “harry won’t even be there, technically. he’ll... he’ll be on the court.” peter hadn’t thought about that. he lets himself unclench, starting to see the appeal. you add one more thing to lighten the mood and persuade him.

“i’ll buy you popcorn, all you can eat.” it’s that easy. cracking a smile, peter accepts. he’ll deal with his unresolved, unreciprocated feelings after he stuffs his face, courtesy of you. “you better. i’m gonna need it for this long ass game.” your face lights up, grabbing his wrist in both hands.

“so, you’ll come?” “i’ll be there,” he confirms. you throw your arms around his neck. he laughs into the hug and holds you by your middle. “i promise this’ll be the first and last game we ever go to,” you say and mean it. harry is lucky you’re even suffering through this a first time. “thank god,” peter exhales, resting his chin on your head.

that interaction leaves peter confused as hell. you’re crushing his mind and soul one minute, then hugging him the next. you were making him feel so special lasts night, and treating harry the same way today. it’s so jumbled that he isn’t sure if he’s in the friend zone or something more zone.

there are a ton of mixed signals coming his way, and he sucks at reading people as is.

he can’t take another second of this. he’d rather you come out and say you like harry already because it’s torture. knowing you don’t want him in that way would at least eliminate the possibility of anything happening between you two, and allow him to stop driving himself insane.

he’d be able to stop taking it out on harry, too.

the hold you have on peter, that you’re oblivious to, rules his every thought and decision. he’s constantly analyzing what you say to him, debating whether or not your affection is simply platonic. it’s been half a year of this madness, the night of harry’s game blurring every line so much more.

your group arrives a bit early to find seats and hype harry up before he plays. peter gets there after all of you because he’s not exactly in a rush to watch sweaty guys be aggressive. there’s only one upside, which is spending the night with you... and everyone else.

he steps into the gym that’s filling up fast with family members, friends, and the college scout harry was talking about. midtown has a different feeling to it at night. the smell of pencils is oddly stronger, and it’s a lot less intimidating.

cheerleaders are huddled in a circle while the team supervisor has them run their chants. the “leading official,” who peter thought was called a referee, takes his place off to the side. coaches give their players last minute instructions, players fool around with each other, a lot is going on.

peter scans the room for you, and grins a toothy grin when you catch his eyes. you’re sitting by yourself in one of the middle bleachers, only a bag of skinny pop in your lap. you return the smile once you spot him and wave him over.

“i don’t know why, but i thought they’d have an actual concession stand,” you explain the lack of fresh, buttery popcorn as peter takes a seat next to you. he catches the prepackaged bag you toss him. “it’s just a snack table.” “works either way,” peter hums and pokes the bag. “i’m not sure skinny pop is all i can eat, though.” “it’s good!” you defend the snack you chose for him.

“i’m kidding! you’re right, it’s kind of addicting.” he puts it by his feet for now and gives you a half smile. “you’re welcome,” you deadpan in a playful tone. “thanks.” he narrows his eyes. “where’s everyone else?” “right,” you twist around and gesture to the bleacher above you. mj is gloomily seated near the back. ned and betty are a few behind you.

“i told them to find their own seats so we can sit together, alone.” you look over at peter and move ever so slightly closer. “welcome to our friday hangout. just the two of us.” “aw, you didn’t have to do that,” peter laughs out, his knee bumping yours. “but, i’m happy you did.” he goes to put an arm around you, then harry comes racing up the stairs.

just the two of you didn’t last so long.

“y/n, i’m freaking out,” harry announces, zooming through your row to get over to you. he stops once he’s standing in front of peter and shakes him by his shoulder. “hey, pete. you made it.” “yup,” peter replies, pressing his lips together. you wince at his reaction, then quirk an eyebrow at harry. “you’re freaking out? why?”

harry sits down between you and peter, blissfully unaware of the moment he interrupted.

“i found the scout. he’s fucking terrifying as fuck. this super ripped guy, looks like he’d rather be anywhere else,” he talks quietly, like the man will hear him. “he’s not the only one,” peter says to himself, kicking around his bag of popcorn to pass time. you ignore him and grimace.

“shit. wait, how do you know it’s him? did they tell you?” you’re not sure how these things go. harry casually shrugs a shoulder. “dude has a clipboard. seems legit to me.” he gives you a cocky smile. “he’s also in the row before mj. that’s how i noticed. um...” his back now facing peter, he whispers something in your ear that makes you giggle.

peter’s face scrunches up as the spark of anger the past few days have lit reignites itself.

when harry pulls away, you motion for him to come closer with your index finger, cupping your hand around his ear and speaking into it.

nope, no more. peter is entirely about to explode. you cancelled your plans so you can force him to watch basketball, you sweet talk him so he’ll let it go, and you’re running right back to harry after all of that? what the hell does that mean?

peter stands up from his seat. “y/n, we need to talk,” he demands, you moving away from harry to respond. “ok, gimme a minute. we’re-“ “no, we need to talk now.” you don’t have time to refute because he’s taking your arm and dragging you away. harry squints at you in utter confusion.

“um, have a good game! we’ll talk later,” you call back to him, walking with peter even though you have no idea what his issue is and aren’t a fan of how he’s acting.

he releases you once you’re in the hallway. you make a point of harshly yanking your arm back, a scowl painting your lips. “jesus, peter. i was having a conversation.” “do you like harry?” peter blurts out. you’re so shocked at his abruptness that you don’t give him much to work with, only, “what?” “do you like harry?” he asks you again, this time less accusing and more curious.

“do i like...” you’re too aware of the seemingly hundreds of people surrounding you to answer comfortably. “can we talk about this somewhere else?” “sure,” peter nods, letting you lead the way since he did to get out here. you two go down the hall and choose the first room you see, which happens to be the custodian’s closet. it’s thankfully unlocked.

things were tense between you and peter on the way over, and it’s physically mirrored when you step into the room, air thick and smelling of lemon cleaning supplies. you tug on the string hanging down to turn on the light. it casts a faded glow, leaving you in mostly darkness. you sort of like it. this feels more intimate, which is fitting for what you’re both about to say.

neither one of you knows where to begin. peter’s question is ringing in the back of your mind, and you could touch on that, but there’s more to it than a simple yes or no. you don’t have to worry about it because peter gets his words out first.

“i think harry likes you, and i think you like him back,” peter restarts, already sounding deflated by what he came up with. “he doesn’t, and i don’t.” you take a step towards him. “he likes mj.” it’s peter’s turn to be shocked. the hint of a smile sets on your lips. “that’s what we were talking about. harry asked if he should take her to dinner after the game, and i said yes.”

this is going better than he expected.

“mj is the one who likes him, not me,” you reiterate and watch some life enter peter again, a tiny bit. he’s coming around, and he wants to believe you. his trust issues don’t. “but, you’re so... touchy with each other. the hugging the other day?” he mentions. you tilt your head to the side in amusement. “friends can’t hug?”

to be fair, you hugged peter yesterday. that’s a point rightfully shut down.

“he calls you pretty,” peter tries, raising both eyebrows. you have to laugh at this one. “you call may pretty.”

obviously, peter’s analysis skills could use some serious improvements. it sounds like he had the right idea, wrong person. your relationship with harry is platonic. hell, he’s crushing on a whole different person. this actually opens up the possibility of you liking peter in the romantic way, of him being in the something more zone. he had it backwards.

in case peter isn’t convinced yet, and because you really want to, you use one more trick to prove to him you don’t like harry.

“do me and harry do this?” your lips speak for you, colliding with peter’s unexpectedly yet easily. he feels like he’s floating, like he’s in some sort of magical wonderland until it hits him that this is real, and he should probably kiss you back. he does so softly and tangles his fingers in your locks. his hand supports the back of your head as the kiss goes on.

you push forward so your bodies are almost fused together, the closest you can be while you hold his jaw. peter breaks the kiss for a short breather, going back in without more than a moment passing. this one is feverish, his free arm looping around your lower back, hand resting on the small of it. you let out a giggle against his swollen lips and stroke your thumb over his jawline.

he’s been waiting to do this for the longest time, but he doesn’t have to tell you that. it shows in how eager he was to reciprocate, his shyness blossoming into passion. you feel yourself melting under his touch, the kiss eventually becoming a series of short pecks. peter gives you the final one. his pink lips form a grin when you pull apart. your hands stay on each other, not in a rush to go anywhere.

“woah, i like you so much,” peter laughs out. the words roll off his tongue naturally. “you know i like you,” you drawl, smiling at him, a full body smile while you caress his skin. he winds both arms around you and dips his head down to steal another kiss. you’re loving what’s happening. however, you don’t feel like making out while dirty brooms stare at you. you should take this back home.

“wanna get out of here? i do,” you suggest, voice muffled from his lips. they detach from yours and brush your cheek gently. peter makes a funny face. “hm, i thought we had to come. harry needs us,” he says what you did yesterday, earning a groan back. “you’re joking.” “i’m not. what kind of friends would we be, ditching him like that?”

he’s going to end you one day.

“yeah, no. i have no idea how basketball works, and i’d like to keep it that way,” peter drops the act, pressing his fingers into your sides. “i’ve been so mean to harry. i was...” “a dick?” you finish for him. it’s more of a statement than a question. to soften the blow, you rub his cheek with the tips of your fingers. “yup. he’s gonna think i hate him or something if we don’t stay.” his formerly smiley face is frowning.

“harry of all people will understand after we tell him our reasons,” you reassure him, nudging under his chin with your nose. “besides, he has other things to worry about. mj, the scout. it’s fine.” peter considers it, ultimately giving in to you like he always does, resting his forehead on yours. “i guess so. less distractions for him, yeah.” “exactly. that’s what i wanna hear.”

having his approval, you unwind yourself from him and head to the door. his fingers wrap around your wrist gently. “what about my popcorn?” a giggle escapes your lips. “you’re still on that?” “you said all i can eat!” his voice comes out high pitched, adorably high pitched.

“fine. i might have those bags you put in the microwave.” you smile when his fingers lock with yours, peter kissing the side of your head.

“even better. let’s go home.”

[atinysunbaby]

Meant to be | Choi San 🖤

Warnings : Cursing, violence, death, slight mention of sexual assault, fluff.

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Chapter 3

Present

"Alright talk to you later! I need to get to class." Niki a girl I met in one of my class tells me before running off. She's really sweet and welcomed me, she made me comfortable.

It was fun to be with her for a while, but now I gotta go to my korean class. I'm still lacking a lot and I'm a bit nervous about it.

I get the necessary from my locker and hurry to my next lesson. I take a seat at the back, relieved from not having to be in front of the room and be the center of attention.

Everyone patiently waits for the teacher to arrive, but after ten minutes I figure that they're just late. I open my book and start working a bit in it, trying to prepare myself.

My face down, so concentrated that I don't know the period started already and the teacher has finaly arrived. They don't notice me and go on with their lesson. On the other side, I become lost in my own thoughts, my work long forgotten. I sigh for the ninth time, feeling like an idiot because of what happened earlier today.

An hour ago

"Sorry- I gotta go!" I begin to walk away, but a hand suddenly grabs my arm. I freeze from the contact, my breathing quickening. The boy soften his hold, feeling my panic. "It's okay. I just need to know if you're alright to go on your own, you don't seem to be feeling very well?"

It's San, he speaks cautiously, not wanting to make me any more nervous. Since I don't give him an answer, he turns me around by tugging me a bit towards him. I keep looking away and he sighs. "Ok then, let's go!"

Before I have the chance to comprehend what he's saying, he has already gathered all his belongings and is ready to go. "Lead the way, new girl!"

He smirks satisfied with himself and I nod, understanding that I won't convince him otherwise.

We walk side by side, keeping a safe distance between us after I panicked again. Seeing me so jumpy, he suggested we put some space in the middle so our arms wouldn't brush together against one another. I'm grateful that he noticed my discomfort and he's respecting my boundaries, not everyone would do that.

"So.. have a nice class, we'll see each other again sone other time!" He makes himself sound cheerful to put a smile on your face, you look so sad. Your frown doesn't last long though, his dimples and cute behavior spreading warmth into your heart. You smile at him softly, thanking him for walking you to your class and being so nice. "Don't worry about it. If someone is causing you trouble though come find me ok?"

"Y-yeah ok- bye!" With that I hurry into the classroom, leaving San dumbfounded in the hallway. He shrugs it off and walks to where his next period is, a weird feeling in his chest. You listen to his footsteps fading, sighing in relief. It felt like you were about to burst from nervousness, almost couldn't think and you left pretty rudely.

Present

My head slips from my hand and I suddenly am not tired anymore, it's my first day I can't fall asleep and make a bad first impression. I don't want to seem rude to the teacher either, also the rest of my classmates seem to be well focused, I should try and do the same.

I'm not really good at korean, but I can manage so I'm thankful to my mom for making me take lessons a few years back.

I open my book and take out a pen to write down notes. Then I direct my eyes at the front and I make eye contact with the teacher and my heart misses a beat. I feel like puking. I was so lost in my thought I didn't recognize his voice, how could I be so careless and not notice his presence. James.

But seriously what in the actual fuck? Kath definitely forgot to mention his job was teaching. I can't stand being here. There's no way that for the rest of the year, he's gonna roam around school and have more opportunity to ruin my freaking life.

For the rest of the period I jumped at every single noise made. I couldn't concentrate and was afraid he might try something. The bell is about to ring and I hurry to get my things, I wanna be the first out of here.

Brrring!! Brrring!!

This is my cue! Let's get the fuck outta here. I stand and make my way to the door as fast as I can, but of course he probably planed this. "Y/N not so fast, I need to have a word with you first."

I grit my teeth and hesitate, but I don't have a choice. If I disobey him, he can always catch me at home. I turn around annoyed and definitely scared to death, walking then stopping next to his desk.

When the last student is out, he walks around me to close the door, he also locks it. Maybe it would've been a better idea to run, I think it's too late now. I refrain myself from crying, clutching my books as hard as I can.

He comes behind me and push my hair to the side, kissing my shoulder and then my neck. I can't help but let out the sob I was holding in, closing my eyes tightly together and clenching my teeth. I keep having flashback from the night before and it triggers something in me. I try to escape him, hitting him with the back of my head.

He catches my arm before I even have the time to go past him. I cry out before letting a scream, but sadly he saw it coming because he already have his hand on my mouth. He forcefully bend me over his desk and harshly try to take my clothes off.

Knock! Knock! Knock!

My eyes widen and I feel his bidy tense against my backside. I hope and pray for someone to distract him while I run away or help me. Please!

"Just a second, I'm with a student!" He answers. Then he bends over me to reach my ear and whispers. "If you say anything I won't hesitated to kill you or your aunt."

My mouth goes dry and I nod helplessly. He let's go of me, harshly shoving my head down signaling for me to stay put. Then he advances towards the door and for a second I wonder about what I should do. The better option in my mind at this moment is to get closer to the exit and that's exactly what I do.

I stay behind and try to peak from his shoudler and a wave of relief hits me when the door is finally open. It seems to happen so often these days, tears brimming my eyes once again.

He's here! San's here and he can help me! His eyes meet mine right away and he clenches his jaw. I easily notice something wrong, he seems to be holding himself back, forcing a smile on his face despite looking mad. "Sorry to interrupt, I just need the homework sheet please~ I missed this class earlier."

My heart sinks. Of course, he barely knows me, why would he try to help, not that he could possibly know that anything bad is going on.

"Of course, give me a minute." James turns around to come face to face with me, he mouths for me to stay right there and not try anything and then he goes to get the homework. I look at the ground, not knowing where else to look. I shouldn't leave now, what if he really kills my aunt or me.

Out of nowhere, a hand grabs my wrist, it pulls me and I almost let out a scream. When I realise it's San though, I shut my mouth. There's a spark going through me at his contact, but I push it aside. My heart beats loudly, so much that I'm afraid he could hear it.

To my surprise, I instantly calm down when we make eye contact and it's like he doesn't need to say a word, I understand that he's going to help me. He pushes me softly behind him, seeing as the men inside the room is about to come back.

When James comes back, he sees the young boy hiding me protectively and becomes absolutly pissed. He hands San the sheet of paper or more like shove it into his face and when he grabs it James doesn't let go. "Choi San, I think you really should mind your own business."

His name makes me feel all tingly usually, like I have butterflies in my stomach, but hearing it coming out of this disgusting man's mouth makes me wanna puke.

James takes a few steps towards us and without realizing, I grab San's shirt tightly in between my fingers and move closer to him. He feels so warm, and he looks so strong. I feel safe. It's like the world around me stopped moving for a second, while I analyse his every features.

I'm bringed back to earth when the door slams, I don't even jump from the sound, I feel like nothing could scare me right now.

"He's gone." The soft voice of the boy makes me lean in even closer. Was it that easy? Is he really letting me go just like that?

San's POV

I'm furious! I've never been this mad before, I feel my blood boil and I'm scared that I might kill him. I'm really restraining myself from ripping his head off. I felt her emotions, she was frightened. I heard her cries and know what he was about to do.

Now isn't good time to commit murder. I manage to calm myself when I feel her grab the back of my shirt. Taking a few deep breaths, I watch the teacher in front of me. Now that my anger is under control I can tell him to fuck off, but before I have the time to do anyhting, he slams the door in my face. "He's gone."

I tell her gently to not scare her, even though she knows. I shake my head then look down and I feel myself almost loose control all over again. Her body is so close to mine, it's overwhelming. She looks right into my eyes with a cute pout, her eyes are teary and she tries to move closer to me, but it doesn't work because she's already glued to my side.

I can't resist any longer and pet her hair, taking her hand in mine. She looks at it then back up, only to try to hide her face in shyness, but it's no use. I already saw her blushing and I laugh softly at her adorable reaction. "Come on~ I'll take you home alright?"

I patiently wait for her answer, rubbing the top of her hand in comfort with my tumb. She smiles shyly and nods cutely in response. My heart almost bursts, her cuteness is gonna kill me. She looks like a baby kitten, and I can't help but feel the need to take care of her, to protect her.

Y/N's POV

We're really holding hands, and I just met him today. It's crazy to think that in a matter of less than an hour with him, I felt more emotions then I ever felt in years. I just feel so comfortable with him, it scares me a little.

I feel a bit disappointed to know I won't see him for long after he'll drop me off home, but I'm happy he offered. I weirdly want to stay with him, the need to keep him close growing stronger the more we get closer to Kath's house. I know it sounds completely insane, but I can't help it, his presence makes me happy and relaxed.

We've been walking for about twenty five minutes and none of us uttered a word. It's not an awkward silence though, it's comfortable.

When we're in front of the house he turns to me and I clear my throat trying to look unbothered. Without saying a word, he takes my face in his hands and looks into my eyes for a few seconds, I watch him intensely, my pulse speeding up in nervousness. He smiles ever so slightly, sighing before leaving a kiss on my forehead. Shivers run through my body and I hum in satisfaction.

This time when I look back up, he's grinning widely and his pretty dimples show. I almost reach up to poke them, but resist the temptation with a lot of efforts. San watches me with a look I can't read and then he takes my wrist without putting to much pressure on it, bringing my hand up to his face. He makes my finger poke one of his dimple after forcing them to come out again. I giggle at the sweet gesture, his skin feels soft under my fingertip and my skin heats up in embarrassment.

He reads me so easily, yet it doesn't bother me, I like it, but I can't help the slight nervosity. "T-thank you San."

Hearing me say his name, it makes the boy feel weak and he would give and do anything I asked. His heart flutter and mine does as well, but we're ignorant to each other's thoughts and emotions.

"I need to go home now, but I'll see you tomorrow at school hmm? If there's anything, just call me. Here I'll give you my number!" He reaches for my phone and I give it to him without a second thought. He puts it back into your hands when he's done, clearing his throat and looking somewhat unsure of something. "I- uhh.. would it be ok if I hugged you?"

He asks and I answer by wrapping my arms around his waist, hugging him tightly. San stays surprised for a second, but quickly holds me closer to his body. I don't notice him smelling my hair and neck when he buries his nose in it, just thinking he's resting his head there. Instead, I take advantage of that moment to imprint it in my brain.

"Ok I'll see you tomorrow! Have a good night and sleep well~" He says after we let go of each other, waving at me and going on his way back. I watch his figure retreat, not going inside until I can't see him anymore.

I haven't felt this good in a while, maybe even never. I stay there for a few minutes, smiling like an idiot, but my happiness is cut short when I hear a car, a car that I could recognize anywhere.

My legs react quicker than my mind and I run inside. Kath is shocked to see me in such a hurry, but I don't have time to explain. I skip a few steps while speeding up the stairs almost tripping in the process.

The moment I close my bedroom door, I hear the front door slam so hard I can feel the walls shake. Then there's voices becoming louder and louder, sounding like they're arguing. I stick my ear to door trying to hear what they're saying.

It goes on for a while, there's some words I can distinguish. After the first few minutes, I came to the conclusion that it's all about me. I heard my name a few times and something about schoo-

BANG!!

I jump and gasp so hard I almost choke on air, the sound hurted my ears and I can hear a slight ringing noise. When I regain my full focus, it's suddenly quiet. What I heard was definitely a gun shot and no one can tell me otherwise. What the fuck? I try to understand the situation, listening again to the noises outside my room, but it's dead silence. After a few seconds though I hear the footsteps, someone coming up the stairs, slowly so that I can feel every squeek of every step making my insides turn.

It can't be anyone else but James and if the sound I heard was definitely a gunshot then what he said was true. He would kill me or my aunt... So it means that he killed her and now he's coming for me!

Fuck what do I do? I need to escape right now! I run to the window, trying to not make any noise. By the time I'm opening it, the steps get closer. He's almost here!!

I never felt so scared in my whole entire life, my breath his shaky and uneven, my eyes and face are wet with tears. I can barely stand on my feet from how weak my legs are, trembling almost to the point that I'll pass out, but I push through.

The window's half open, but I manage to push myself out anyways. Then I slide to the edge of the roof. It's high, but that's the only way for me to stay alive. I close my eyes, preparing mentally. At the same time, the sound of my bedroom door being opened is heard.

I don't have to think twice before jumping. The landing is harsh, successfully arriving on my unsteady feet, but I almost immediately loose balance and fall on my back. The air is knocked out of me, coughing and trying to get oxygen back into my lungs, but it's forgotten just as fast when the front door his opened. I rush to get the fuck up and run as fast as I possibly can.

My head turns in every direction trying to find an escape route, but there's nowhere to go, my only option is the forrest. No time to think, I let my body move on it's own, brain too overwhelmed. I run directly into it.

It's about twenty minutes later and I keep running, scared that if I stop he'll catch me. I can't feel my legs, my lungs are about to burst, and sobs leave my body every once in a while. The sky has gotten dark and I became paranoid, every little noise makes me go faster.

When I finally stop, it's because my foot gets caught on a root. I fall to the ground violently, but I push the pain aside trying to look around and see if he found me. My breath is quick and short, it's worse than ever. I suddenly feel bile rise in my throat, and the next second I empty my stomach on the ground.

After, I feel exhaustion take over me. I don't wanna fall asleep, I can't! I need to keep going or he's going to kill me too. Knowing my life is at risk isn't what makes me move forward, I see his face, I need to see him. San. I wanna live so I can see him again.

So I get up and instead of running since I can barely see anything, I walk, but fast. Stumbling into trees and falling a couple of times, but each failure I get back up.

A while later, I find myself close to a small lake with a waterfall, the moon as my only light. The sound of animals soothing me, maybe it's the place where I'll die. It's peaceful here, I like it. I just wish I could see it while the sun shines and illuminates everything.

I'm freezing, it's so cold I can barely feel my feet and hands. I'm shaking hard and I'm hungry, thirsty, tired, scared. What a way to die huh? I'm even starting to hallucinate. I see a wolf, it's black and so pretty.

"Hii~ You're so cute!" My voice hoarse and my throat hurts, but I smile anyways. I try to reach for it, wanting to feel its soft fur. Its head tiltes and he approaches me. He smells my leg before whining and nudging my hand with its snout.

When my hand finaly comes in contact with it, I hum in content. My eyes closing slowly, no longer fighting against the exhaution and after sometime I loose conciousness.

Next 》 Chapter 4

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ok back to send more thoughts about being lowkey with bords bc i spent all night thinking about it. but like imagine he’s waiting outside of the building where you have class bc he promised to walk you home. and some of the boys spot him and come over. and halfway through the conversation brendan’s like “wait, what are you standing out here for anyway” and bords checks the time and is like “oh no you guys gotta go” and they’re like “dude what’s wrong with you” and bords is just pushing them away frantically asking them to leave so they do…only to hide around the corner to see what the hell their friend is doing. it all clicks when they see you walking out of the building laughing with your friends, but saying bye when you see thomas, walking over to him instead. the boys are surprised to see their friend look almost shy as he opens his arms to give you a hug. when you and thomas start going on your way, the boys come out from hiding. brendan already launching into the story of when they saw thomas with an extra coffee and that it had to have been for you, the mystery girl. and by the time the boys get home, they have lots of questions ready for their teammmate

stop i'm absolutely obsessed with this idea. you know they'd all go detective mode and start trying to figure out who you were and what was going on and when it all started. nervous and protective bords sounds so cute though omg.