#and everyone expected him to continue throughout high school and college

[nanamisbbygirl]

—☆ friends with benefits!

chapter 1. a favor for a friend

paring: geto suguru x reader

genre: college au, drama, smut with plot

summary: a pact of pleasure between friends runs the risk of ruining everything. passionate flames burn the hardest. you and geto care about each other, but what happens when sex gets tangled with friendship?

cw: virginity loss, drinking, player!geto, oral (m. receiving), protected sex, reader and geto are both 18 years old

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If your friend Shoko hadn’t introduced you to him, then maybe– just maybe– you would have never found yourself in this predicament. 

When you first met Geto and Gojo, they seemed a little annoying– they were first year boys, afterall. They teased and taunted, but nonetheless put a smile on your face. Things were good for those first years, and your group stayed close, growing together throughout the hills and valleys that was high school. 

Yet, as the years went on, the boys had started to change– they had grown into men. They were taller, sturdier, and charming. Especially Geto. He had gained himself a reputation in those days. 

Girls would giggle anytime he passed the halls, they would offer him anything he wanted. He was a flirt, and at first, you were grossed out at just how quickly your classmates fawned over him. You seemed to be invincible against his allure, immune to his sweet-talk. 

In your third and final year, though, something had shifted. You would find yourself catching whiffs of his lingering cologne, leaning into him at parties, letting his arm snake around your waist as if that was its natural resting place. Worst of all, when he would sneak away for his various hook ups, a knot formed in your stomach, fists clenching and jaw locking. You lost count of the times you felt as though you were holding back tears. It was jealousy at its finest– but he wasn’t even anything to you; nothing other than a friend. 

Although, friendships were often fragile things. You knew that, but it didn’t seem to matter. At least, not at the graduation party. Everyone had gathered at Geto’s house since his mom was out of town. Beer cans and solo cups littered the hallways and a loud speaker made it impossible to get in a good conversation on the main floor. 

That was how you and Geto found yourself in his room, door closed, feeling the breeze coming in from his window. The rest of the world seemed to be muted, like it was just the two of you in his house. 

“I’m nervous about college.” You admit to him, looking over at where he was slouched over at the chair by his desk. You sat on his bed, playing with the sheets. 

“Aw don’t be a little baby,” he joked, lifting himself in order to plop down next to you. He placed his hand on your far shoulder, causing you to feel flustered. You hoped he would assume the heat on your cheeks was from the alcohol. Geto continued: “we’ll all be there together, so it won’t be as bad. Plus, think of all the people you’ll meet. You’ll have fun.” 

“Easy for you to say,” you mutter, causing his eyebrows to knit together. “You get along with anyone. I’m sure you won’t be having any lonely nights.” 

He knew what you were alluding to, but wasn’t expecting you to be so angry about it.

“Don’t worry I’m sure you’ll get some action, too” He laughed, thinking that your original reaction was just sarcastic and he was trying to play along with you. 

“Yeah right. Who’s gonna want to hook up with someone with no experience. Don’t you know how guys are, they don’t want the attachment of getting with a virgin.” You state, catching Geto off guard. 

“You’re still a virgin?" He asked, a little bit shocked. 

“Can you not say it like that– it’s embarrassing.” You whine. 

“What about Kaito?” He brings up the very, very brief relationship you had. 

Snorting, you reply: “I gave him a handjob once. He didn’t even last two minutes.” 

“What a loser,” Geto laughs, and you laugh with him, forgetting the point you were making before. Slowly, though, you remember. 

“I’m being serious. I feel like I’m missing out on something. Out of the four of us I’m the only one who hasn’t had sex.” You covered your face as you said it, realizing how humiliating it might sound to him. 

Geto carefully pried your hands away, and stared into your eyes. He tried to offer up a smile, hoping it would ease your anxiety. 

“Do you want my help?” He offered. 

“What?” You asked, thinking you’d been hallucinating. 

“You want to lose your virginity don’t you?” For a second, not even Geto knew what he was saying, staring back into your wide doe-ish eyes, innocently trying not to blush. 

“Su…” 

“It’ll be fine, no strings attached. Promise. Just think of it as a favor.” His offer still stood, and you found yourself grazing your teeth over your lower lip. If it was all a gag, you had no way of telling. Your heart pounded, ready to crawl up your throat and land in his lap. 

“A-are you sure?” Fuck, you didn’t want to stutter. You were tense, but not because you were uncomfortable, but because of the pure pornographic essence of the situation. You needed to pinch yourself to make sure it wasn’t just some wet dream. 

“‘Course,” he chuckled, thinking back to your words from earlier. “You wouldn’t be my first virgin." 

“Okay.” You gulped, “I guess I’ll get it over with now.” 

“Right. Only if you want to. No strings attached.” He confirmed. You nodded. “Let me hear you say it.” 

You began to lean back to the bed, “I want it. No strings attached.” 

Geto was already hard, looking at how you were being so pliant with him. As your head touched his pillow he got up, locked his door, grabbing the box of condoms from his drawer and placing it on his nightstand. 

You wondered how many other girls had witnessed the same routine? Shaking your thoughts from your head, you figured you shouldn’t get caught up with that. Instead, you felt a heat growing between your legs, helping Geto out by unbuttoning your pants. 

“Sit up for a second,” he instructed. You listened, a little self conscious that you had already started undressing. He brushed his fingertips against your jaw, making you feel as though a cage of butterflies exploded within you. 

“It’s your first time,” he reminded you, almost sweetly, “take it slow– enjoy it.” 

That’s when he kissed you. It began soft, allowing his lips to press onto yours. Then, he began to move, cradling your head, inching you closer to him. His tongue entrenched you, cautiously slipping into your mouth, meeting your own tongue with excitement. The sloppy noises of kisses filled his room, and you caught yourself panting. 

Geto pulled back, pulling his t-shirt off his back, inviting you to do the same. You were distracted, though, watching how his sculpted abs flexed with every breath he took. Pieces of his hair were already stuck to his forehead, a nod to just how hot both your body heat was when combined. 

He aided you in getting your top off, letting it fall on his floor. He let his arms drape around your waist, pulling you into his lap where the two of you resumed your kissing. 

“I want more,” you breathed out and Geto hummed. 

“Sure babe, whatever you want.” He told you, unclasping your bra. Your nipples were perked up as the cold air hit them, and Geto couldn’t help but to give them a good squeeze. You let out a quiet moan.

“Get on your back.” With every command he gave you, you felt your panties getting wetter and wetter. The dominance that he possessed was working over you like magic. 

On your back, he guided your hips up, tugging your pants off. It revealed your polka-dot briefs. You looked away shyly, “I wasn’t expecting to have my pants off tonight.” 

“Don’t worry, they’re cute.” He teases the waistband, but before he has a chance, you protest. 

“Why are your pants still on?” You pout. He released a dry chuckle, pulling his jeans off too. 

You can see the bulge in his pants, wondering just what could be hidden under there. Before you get an opportunity to ask, Geto falls over you, littering kisses on your bare chest and neck. 

His fingers ghost over your midsection, feeling the fabric of your underwear, looking for that noticeable damp patch. His eyes have closed and so have yours, sighing into his touch. 

The moment his digits reached your clothed clit, you let out a loud gasp, spreading your legs wider for him. You’re tempting to give in right there and then, but something buzzes in your mind. 

“Wait-” you choke out and he quickly stops. 

“Are you okay? Do you want to stop?” 

“No.. I… I wanna maybe suck you off before you put it in.” You didn’t know if it was the adrenaline talking, but there was something brave lighting up inside you. “Is-is that okay?” 

“Fuck,” Geto says, “yeah it’s more than fine. Have you ever done it before?” 

You shake your head, making Geto feel light headed, blood rushing at the thought. He had slept with other girls before, but something about this was so raw and dirty. 

Maybe because you were like forbidden fruit, his cute little friend, basically begging him to do unspeakable things. Nevertheless, he watched you as you crawled onto the floor, stationed right between his legs. 

With focused eyes, you reach to expose his dick, letting it slap against his stomach while you bring down his boxers. 

“No kidding you’re popular.” You gawk. He lets out a dry chuckle. You bite your lip again, “I don’t know what I’m doing- what if it’s not good.” 

Geto feels bad for you, watching you get nervous in front of his length. He only pats your head, reassuring you that he would take the lead. 

“Just watch your teeth okay, sweetheart?” Your gut tingled when he called you that. You braced your jaw for what was to come. 

Opening your mouth wide for him, he told you to stick out your tongue. Gently, he slid the tip over it, tracing circles on your pink tongue. Then, he proceeded to grab your head, pushing himself into your mouth. 

“That feels good,” he praised, making you feel a little more confident. Your head bobs based on his force, making you slobber all over him. 

He gives you a second to breathe, looking down at you with a raised eyebrow. 

“Having fun?” 

“Mhm,” you resume, taking his dick into your hand, feeling how it throbbed. You move your wrist once or twice, lazily going over the head with your thumb before sucking on it a little bit.

As Geto’s breaths became more laboured, he pulled you off of him. He quietly told you to get back onto the bed. 

“Spread your legs, yeah just like that.” He mused, holding your legs open while he once again reached towards your panties. “You’re so fucking wet.” 

Geto couldn’t contain himself any longer, he tore off your underwear, staring down at your dripping pussy. 

His fingers danced over your clit, rubbing it gently, taking in the way you called out his name. The scene that was laid out in front of him was erotic, like it was a secret fantasy– his dreams slipping into reality. 

“I’m gonna put my fingers in, tell me if it hurts, okay?” 

“‘Kay,” you sniffle, bracing yourself for what was to come. Bit by bit, his two fingers crept into you, stretching you open, curling into your sensitive walls. Your head had fallen back, mouth open, eyes fluttered shut. 

“It feels s’good” you tell him, words starting to slur together. His thumb pressing onto your bud, sending a shock of electricity through you. Geto’s wrist moves at an unrelenting pace, flustering you with both the dexterity and with the gushy sounds that manage to escape your cunt. 

“You think you’re ready for my dick?” You nod, begging for him to finally put it in. He chuckles again, “you’re so eager.” 

It’s difficult to respond when you feel so full. Watching him remove his digits from inside you, placing them into his mouth instead. He licks off the juices playfully, while pumping his cock with his free hand. 

With his now clean fingers, he grabs onto the box of condoms that he’d freed before, unpacking one and rolling it onto his hard-on. He lines himself up, guiding his dick towards your entrance as you keep your legs spread. 

The second his tip touches you, ecstasy starts washing over you. He eases himself forward, soaking in how good you look being split in half. Once he had bottomed out he stayed in place, gripping onto your thighs, watching you squirm. 

You tell him it hurts, but he hushes you, reminding you that it’s normal and that soon the feeling will pass. The two of you are still for another moment, and you can feel the way Geto stares at you, and you can feel how hot and flustered you are. You hole pulses and clenches down without him even doing anything. 

His hips begin to move, jutting forward slightly, getting you accustomed to his length. He sped up, causing the bed to shake. 

“You’re taking me so well– practically sucking me in.” He grunted, running his hands over your skin, stopping at your breasts, playing with them while his hips continued to thrust. 

“You feel so big…” you say, barely able to squeeze your words out. Geto hums with a cheeky grin, putting attention back onto your clit. 

“Yeah, you like it, though, don't you? Being stretched like this?” He pumps his dick into you, touching your cervix. “If you hadn’t told me you were a virgin I would have never known– I mean look at how naturally you swallowed me up.” 

You open your eyes to peek down at what Geto is referring to. His thick cock practically disappears into your cunt with every motion. It’s enough to drive you crazy. 

Feeling for your clit, Geto fucks you harder when he sees how you touch yourself. 

“I’m gonna cum– fuck it feels sooo good,” you cry, drunk on his length. 

“Do it.” He grunts through clenched teeth, keeping up the pace of his thrusts. He typically could last a while, but this time was harder. He kept feeling how you tightened around him with each movement of his hips, and how cute your flushed face looked. He had to do everything in his power to make sure you finished first. 

So, when you finally were at the point of release, he rode you through your orgasm. 

He pulled out, listening to your whimpers, ripping off the condom. His hand jetted up and down his girthy length, while he groaned. He came soon after you, releasing all of his fluids onto your stomach, causing you to squirm, feeling the hot liquid on you for the first time. 

You were clearly out of breath and slowly melting into his bedsheets. It was then, as he looked down at you, that Geto realized the situation he had just created. 

He’d corrupted you, his close friend of three years. How would things not be different? 

Yet, he knew they had to stay the same. If not, things would end badly. He didn’t even think he wanted to be in a relationship, so he had to make sure you understood that. 

Geto peeled himself off of you, discarding the used condom. He took a box of tissues from his bedside table and handed them over to you. He lifted his underwear back on, searching through the pile of forgotten clothes, handing you back each item. 

“Clean yourself up, I’ll bring you something to drink.” He couldn’t be too nice as he knew this was a critical time. He remembered other virgins that he’d deflowered, and that if he had shown an inkling of kindness during this post-orgasm period they would cling onto him as though he was their lord and saviour. 

“O-okay,” you say, still trying to return to reality. Taking a tissue, you gathered his cum, bringing your aching body up to redress yourself. 

“Can you bring me a vodka lemonade, if there’s any left.” 

“Sure,” he said, shirt coming back over his head. He walked out, leaving you alone in his room. Laying back down, hugging his pillow, it dawned on you that you were no longer a virgin, that Suguru was responsible for that. 

Flashes of what just happened filled your mind, and you figured just how those other girls became so addicted to him. But the real question was, would you be one of them? 

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[littleemissperfecttt]

Changing Destiny

About the story: A sudden tragedy in your life leads you to getting reincarnated in your favorite book of all time "Fourth wing". Now you are determined to save lives and change the destiny of your favorite character's. The question is will you succeed in changing their destiny?

<<Prologue Chapter Index Next Chapter>>

Chapter 1

19 years later….

It has been 19 years since I was reborn in this universe and everything has gone according to plan

I made sure Dain listens to me more than our “father” I played the act of a very innocent younger sister who loves her brother so much. I did start loving Dain as a big brother eventually. I am his only blood sibling and reading fourth wing I realised the boy only needed love

Since my father doesn’t care about my life I am entering the Basgaith War College a year earlier than expected why? I want to meet Liam and change his fate first

I made sure I was Violets best friend throughout our lives so she is like family to me now more than a character in a book I read in my previous life

I am now looking for my brother as I crossed the Parapet with Violet. I already met Rhiannon which was a blessing it took everything in me to stop fangirling over her. Rhiannon sure is hot as hell

“Y/n! Violet!” I heard my brother say before coming near us “What are you doing here?” he asked Violet as he continued “I didn’t know father would agree to such reckless thing sending you a year before what were you thinking!?” he asked me as he gripped my arm

“One question at a time brother” I told him with a soft voice as I let Violet explain on how her mother- General Sorrengail- forced her to join the quadrant ��he’s going to act all high and mighty now’ I thought to myself as I remember the book Dain throwing a fit trying to make Violet go to the scrib exam forcefully

“Brother before you say anything” I started as soon as Violet ended her explanation as I don’t have time to listen to Dain throwing what I call a tantrum “Violet wants to be here fair and square she crossed the parapet on her own so DO NOT underestimate her at any cost nor try to force your thoughts on her!” I glared at him

He sighed after hearing that “of course you’d say that why are YOU here again? Weren’t you supposed to enter next year? And why are you wearing makeup? Y/n you have to know Basgaith isn’t a fashion school” he lectured which made me roll my eyes

“I know brother and I am strong enough to take care of all these things now okay? As to why I am here…. Well I crossed the parapet too! Father gave me permission to cross it now since I am very physically and mentally capable of taking care of myself” I said proudly

Ever since I entered this universe as Dains sister- Y/n Aetos I made sure I was trained physically so I can be skilled when I entered Basgaith. I died when I was 19 years old so I had all the knowledge I had previously so I was a child prodigy here I excelled in everything even high school math when I was 5 years old. Of course everyone was astonished but it was all for one goal that is to enter Basgaith a year or two earlier than anyone

Unfortunately for me I didn’t get permission to enter when I was 16 or 17 or 18 but now is the time I will make sure to change everyone’s fate and make it happier

Speaking of my previous life I died after I broke up with my boyfriend he was a scumbag who cheated on me with several other women even so I loved with my entire heart. After getting my heart broken by him several times I decided not to go near a boy here I need a man anyway. So I will start dating after I save Liam from his fate I will make sure to date the hoties of Fourth wing.

I died looking like a mess I am sure there was a mascara line streaking down on my face, my hair was a mess, I know for a fact there was snot in my nose and I looked absolutely disgusting. So for a change I decided to go all out in this life of mine. I made sure my skin is clean my hair is groomed and I wear the tiniest bit of makeup at the right places to make sure even if I die any second I will look too beautiful. The trauma of myself looking like that during my previous life made me take these drastic measures

“Fine but you have to take care of Vi too okay?” Dain finally said ruffling my hair which made me swat his hand away

“It took me about 30 minutes to get my hair done Dain don’t mess it up” I said annoyed as I looped my hand with Violets “And you don’t have to tell me what to do” I stuck my tongue out before dragging Violet with me to the formation where we met Rhiannon

That’s when I saw HIM the man every Fourth wing fan dreams to be with Xaden Riorsen in the flesh and he looked so hot. I could only stare at him from my line of formation I didn’t care who started talking because I already knew Dain would have me and Violet in his squad and then Xaden would shift us to another so I took my time fangirling over him

He must’ve felt my stare that he caught my eye…. WAIT THE XADEN RIORSEN IS LOOKING AT ME. I wanted to squeal and throw up all at once gosh why is this man so UGH obviously I cant do anything about it. I will be able to witness his and Violets enemies to lovers arc before my eyes which will be even more amazing. Can I bag Liam if I change his fate? I will most definitely try

My thoughts and fangirling were broken when Violet nudged me “you are staring” she whispered “Commandant Panchek is about to start speaking”

I pouted a bit when I looked away “I can’t help it he’s hot” I whispered back

“Don’t say that in front of your brother he will have a heart attack” She whispered which made me giggle a bit. Dain gave me a glare which shut me up in an instant

"As the Codex says, now you begin the true crucible!" Panchek started as I started to concentrate on what he’s saying "You will be tested by your superiors, hunted by your peers, and guided by your instincts. If you survive to Threshing, and if you are chosen, you will be riders. Then we'll see how many of you make it to graduation."

‘I don’t want to listen to his bullshit can I just stare at Xaden or Garrick?’ I grumbled to myself as I zoned out ‘I just want a reason to stare at them wait… won’t Xaden speak after this guy?’ I let out an internal squeal

‘As predicted I was in Dains squad with Violet but it was changed by Xaden so I am under him now’ I thought ‘I wouldn’t mind being under him-‘ I shook my head ‘Violet is your best friend don’t do shit that will hurt it’

I gazed up as I heard the wings of dragons

Gosh they were marvellous Sgaeyl the book didn’t do justice to her beauty she was standing tall and proud. She was so so beautiful and I can see why Tairn fell for her. Her blue scales were so mesmerizing and I could watch the whole day and not get bored

I was pulled out of my thoughts when a red dragon burnt a cadet to death

“That sucks” I muttered as Violet held my hand tightly “You know Vi why don’t you go see where our bunks are? I need some air I will be back soon stay with Rhiannon okay” I told her as I started to walk away not wanting to hear any objections

After walking for sometime I found a window which showed the Vale and the beautiful valley the scenery was breathe taking

‘I need to come up with a plan, I need to get close to them but they won’t look at me since I am an Aetos after all gosh what am I supposed to do’ I thought to myself as I rubbed my face with my hand

“Basgaith isn’t for fragile things like you…” I heard someone say as I turned around to face them

‘this day just keeps getting longer and longer for my liking’

Next Chapter>>

[galaxymagitech]

Promises to Keep

For @jasontoddweek2025 Day 5:

Family | No Capes AU | Jason is a Literature Nerd

Summary: From the very beginning, it has been exceedingly clear that Jason was at Wayne Manor to be Robin. College was simply not in the cards. So, when Jason finds himself sneaking off to go to English Literature lectures at GothamU, it’s only a matter of time until it comes crashing down.

Characters: Jason Todd, Bruce Wayne, Dick Grayson

Warnings: Violations of privacy, paranoia, referenced drug overdose and underage drug use, vomiting

You can read it here or on AO3!

Jason steps into the lecture hall, wiping his palms against his jeans as he surveys the room. There are blackboards set up at the front, covered in the chalk residue of the day’s earlier classes. And then, in the seats, there’s a sea of students chatting and laughing as they take out their notebooks for their class. Can they tell that Jason doesn’t belong here? He’s fourteen, and it shows. But no one comes up to Jason to tell him to go away, so he slides into an empty seat near the back and takes out a new notebook from his bright red backpack.

Jason is not supposed to be here. In fact, he told Bruce that he would be at the library, reading some legal texts in a “less stuffy environment” than the Manor. But the last time he was sick, he saw a movie where the characters were in college, listening to a professor talk for hours about classic literature. And Jason just had to see if that’s what college lectures are like. 

He knows he’s not going to college. From the very beginning, it has been exceedingly clear that Jason was at Wayne Manor to be Robin. In fact, Bruce had told Jason that he didn’t need to worry about CPP putting him in an abusive home in the same breath that he’d informed Jason of his new job. And Bruce had told Jason that he was going to adopt him shortly after his first big sting operation. So yeah. It’s always been obvious.

And that’s fine! It really is. In fact, it’s better than fine. When Batman had first told Jason to get in his car, he had—not expected the worst, but considered it, certainly. In comparison to that, room, board, protection from social services, and a high school diploma in exchange for a job that lets Jason help people is a sweet deal.

But Bruce has never once mentioned college. Bruce has told Jason he needs to pass his classes so that the state won’t get involved and look too deeply at Bruce Wayne. Beyond that, though, it’s obvious that there’s nothing for the Mission to gain from Jason’s continued education. In fact, college is probably counter-productive to vigilantism—there’s gotta be a reason why Dick Grayson didn’t go.

So, yeah. Jason knows that college isn’t going to happen. But he couldn’t help himself, and now he’s here in the lecture hall, panicking because he lied to Batman just to hear some old guy talk about books.

Professor Williams calls the room to attention and begins writing on the blackboard. “So,” he says. “Shakespeare.” He turns to the room. “Thoughts?”

Everyone laughs. Jason is too nervous to do anything but stare.

“Don’t be shy,” Prof. Williams says. Jason wonders how he’s managing to project his voice throughout this huge lecture hall. “Everyone has thoughts about Shakespeare. Yes!” He points enthusiastically out at the crowd. Heads turn. “Elle Woods!” Nothing. “That’s you over there, with the pink.”

“Oh, yeah.” Jason’s gaze falls on a young woman with a pink jacket, pink skirt, pink shirt, pink notebook, pink feathery pen, and pink backpack. Pink overload. “Uh, he’s old? And he’s pretty important. The Lion King was based on one of his plays, yeah?”

“Excellent.” Prof. Williams writes that down on the blackboard. ‘Old’ and ‘Lion King.’ The girl doesn’t even look embarrassed. “Anyone else? You!”

“He was probably bi, right?”

Prof. Williams writes that down on the board too. He takes a few more opinions, before drawing a line across the blackboard.  “So, that’s a lot of thoughts. And I’ll bet a lot of you who didn’t raise their hands had thoughts on Shakespeare too. Even if it’s that he’s an old fuddy-duddy and you didn’t want to offend me by saying so. Now. Thoughts on Thomas Ingelend?”

Silence. Jason looks down at his notebook, feeling his cheeks go red. He’s heard of Shakespeare, of course, even read Shakespeare while sheltering from the cold or heat at the Gotham Public Library, but he has no idea who Thomas Ingelend is.

Prof. Williams writes the name on the board. “Thomas Ingelend, anyone? Of course, not. Well, he only wrote one play. Shakespeare wrote thirty-eight. That’s not all there is to it, though. You only keep writing plays if you’re good at it. Otherwise, you get fired, and you get a job teaching English Lit at a university.” That gets a laugh. “I would know.” Another laugh. “Now, Shakespeare is one of my favorite parts of this course. Brontë? Some of you are familiar, no doubt, but many of you are blank slates. But Shakespeare? Everyone has an opinion on Shakespeare. Remember, this course is not about learning books, or poems, or plays. It’s about learning analysis. So, you’re going to dive deeper into Shakespeare than you’ve ever done before. Discover something new. And by the end of this unit, I expect you every one of you to change at least one of those opinions.”

Jason spends the next hour with energy buzzing beneath his skin as he takes notes on anything and everything the professor says. He wishes he could raise his hand and participate in the discussion, but he can’t risk drawing attention to himself. So, he just listens. And even that is amazing.

Two days later, Jason goes back.

And the following Monday, Jason returns again.

Jason finds himself “going to the library” twice a week. He borrows various Shakespeare works from the school library and secrets them away to his room, not daring to use the Manor’s library—Jason learned early in life that if something is important to you, people will find a way to use it against you. So he hides the books underneath his bed and fills them to the brim with sticky notes, then ignores the wrenching of his heart as he removes his annotations and tears them into tiny scraps that no one can read.

Professor Williams finishes the Shakespeare unit and move onto a survey of English poetry. Jason writes the verses of “‘Hope’ is the thing with feathers” on the inside of his notebook, because that’s Robin, right there—Robin’s magic.

And he gets complacent. Because in late April, two months after Jason first entered that lecture hall, Bruce confronts him in the entryway to Wayne Manor, and Jason doesn’t have a plan.

“Where were you?” Bruce asks, face set in a stern grimace. Jason’s eyes flicker up to meet his, and he knows, instantly, that Bruce has caught him.

“The library,” Jason tries, just in case Bruce is bluffing.

Bruce steps forwards. Jason finds himself stumbling back until he’s leaning against the door. “Don’t lie to me, Jason.”

“I’m not!” Jason insists, even though he knows he’s digging himself deeper. What else can he do? Jason’s spent two months unofficially taking a college class, wasting hours a day reading, just…being completely irresponsible. He can’t admit that to Bruce. And yes, a lecture hall is one of the least bad things he could be doing when he snuck off, but if Bruce gets the sense that Jason is more trouble than he’s worth, that Jason won’t be a full-time vigilante when he graduates, that he won’t be a worthy investment…well, Jason is at Wayne Manor to be Robin. And if he’s not Robin, he has no place there.

Bruce kicked Dick out. Dick and Bruce think Jason doesn’t know that. They still say that Dick ‘left.’ But Jason has heard Dick screaming at Bruce for taking Jason on after firing him, and he’s not an idiot.

Dick was just like Jason. An orphan without a place to stay. A Robin who developed other priorities. (And spending too much time with the Teen Titans is still loads more dedicated to the Mission than a random English class. If Dick got fired, Jason doesn’t stand a chance.)

“You’ve been sneaking off for months, Jason. I think I deserve some answers.”

Jason bristles. You’re not my father, he thinks. You’re not in charge of me. But that’s wrong. Bruce has complete legal authority over Jason—he’s officially in charge of him, without even the CPP check-ins. And worse, Batman is in charge of Robin. Like a commanding officer. He forces his shoulders to relax. “I’m sorry,” he says, trying to put as much apology into his voice as possible. “It won’t happen again.”

He turns to leave, but Bruce’s hand catches Jason’s upper arm. Jason flinches.

Fuck. He hasn’t flinched from Bruce since that very first week, when Jason had known he was safe but his body hadn’t quite caught up yet.

A flinch looks weak, but more than that, it looks guilty. It looks like Jason’s body is saying Bruce will hurt mebecause Bruce should hurt him. Because Jason did something that deserves a smack in the face—or worse.

“What’s gotten into you, Jason?” Bruce asks. For a moment, Jason considers just telling Bruce. Sure, it’s bad, but he can promise never to visit GothamU again, promise not to go into the Manor library, spend extra time studying the law and doing casework to make up for skiving off. But before he can make up his mind, Bruce continues. “Sneaking around, hiding things, yelling—if I didn’t know better, I’d think you were doing drugs!”

Immediately, Jason’s eyes go wide with shock. Doing drugs. Doing drugs. How could Bruce even think that? Jason watched his mother waste away, administered naloxone as she overdosed, found her dead body on the bathroom floor. “Fuck you,” he whispers.

“Language,” Bruce says sternly.

“No,” Jason says, stumbling away towards the stairs as his heart pounds wildly in his chest. He knows he should be trying to convince Bruce, trying to defuse the situation, but—Fuck him. He can’t. “Fuck you! What the hell, B?” Shaking with rage, Jason takes one of the steps backwards, trying to gain some height, some control over the situation.

Bruce interprets it as an escape attempt. “Don’t you dare walk out on this conversation.”

Jason blinks the tears from his eyes. “It’s none of your fucking business where I went! I’ve been great on patrol and my grades are fine, so you don’t have to worry about your fucking cover!”

“That’s it!” Bruce storms forwards and Jason scrambles up the steps. “You’re grounded.”

Jason gasps for air. He can’t be grounded. Professor Williams is going to do Austen next. “You’re not in charge of me! I can go wherever I want and you’re just being controlling asshole!”

“Don’t you dare talk to me like that!” Bruce roars.

Jason flinches again. And then, he runs.

“You’re benched too!” Bruce screams, but Jason isn’t listening. Instead, he races into his room and slams the door behind him, locking it with trembling hands. “Don’t slam the door!” Bruce shouts as Jason slides down into a seated position, pulling his knees to his chest and covering his ears as he struggles to breathe.

It’s safe, Jason reminds himself, but it doesn’t help much. Bruce promised. Bruce promised. In fact, that had been one of the first things he said when they got to Wayne Manor. He’d shown Jason his room and promisedJason that he would never go in there without his express permission.

“Safe,” Jason whispers. “Safe, safe, safe.”

He doesn’t quite believe it.

***

The next morning, Alfred drives Jason to school. After catching a glimpse of the butler’s disappointed expression, Jason spends the rest of the ride looking down and avoiding Alfred’s gaze. He drifts through the school day, unable to pay attention but dreading his return to the Manor. Bruce is still mad at him, and Alfred is mad too, and Jason is benched, so he can’t even be useful. If Jason doesn’t fix this, and soon, he’ll be back out on the streets.

Sure, Jason was offended by Bruce’s accusation, but his pride isn’t worth giving up the best thing that’s happened to Jason since his mother died.

I’ll apologize when I get home, Jason decides. And explain. And offer to fix it. Extra work, giving up reading…whatever Bruce wants, if it means that this can be forgiven.

But only a couple of hours later, Jason walks into his room only to feel something odd prickling on the back of his neck. Immediately, Jason goes still. Something’s wrong.

On first glance, the room looks perfectly normal. But Bruce trained Jason to be a detective, and now that’s his downfall.

This morning, Jason tried to slam his shirt drawer shut in frustration, but it didn’t close all the way. He had just abandoned it, though, and run out of the room so that Alfred wouldn’t be even more upset with him for being late. It’s closed, now.

Jason always puts his tissue box on his dresser the same way. And the angle is perfect, but the distance from the box to the edge is ever so slightly off in the way that only someone who saw it every day would notice.

One of the paintings on Jason’s wall is crooked. The mirror is missing a smudge. The pair of shorts that fell from his laundry basket is sitting there in the corner—right-side out.

And the small things add up. Someone has been in Jason’s room.

Nausea rolls in his stomach, and before he knows it, Jason is bent over the toilet, vomiting. His throat burns and his eyes tear up with what he tells himself is just the acidic stench.

It was Bruce. It had to have been Bruce. And the man is so good at details that for him to make this many mistakes—enough for Jason to notice—he had to have been mad. Jason shudders.

But Bruce promised.

Jason’s stomach contracts again and he shuts his eyes tight as he throws up. His hands clench the toilet seat, knuckles turning white.

Bruce promised he wouldn’t go into Jason’s room. But he did. He broke that promise.

What other promises will Bruce break?

Jason is being stupid. Bruce—Bruce probably thought Jason’s anger was guilt, that Jason was taking drugs. And so he searched Jason’s room. Batman does it frequently enough, so why can’t Bruce?

But this is Jason’s room. And Bruce promised.

A horrifying thought occurs to Jason. When Batman and Robin search a room and don’t find anything, they often install bugs to monitor for criminal activity. Are there cameras in Jason’s bedroom now?

And then he’s puking again, and he can’t hold back the tears anymore. It isn’t fair. Jason just wanted to go to a college class. Was that really too much to ask? He never expected Bruce to let him go to college for real, he just—he was enjoying it. He loved it. In fact, he was planning to show up for GothamU’s Spanish Literature class over the summer.

And now, because Jason let himself have this one thing, Bruce thinks he’s doing drugs, he’s benched (probably fired, just like Dick), and there could be cameras in his room.

When he’s done throwing up, Jason curls up under the sink, buries his face in his knees, and sobs until his body has run out of tears.

***

Bruce isn’t at dinner. That’s good. Jason doesn’t think he could look the man in the eyes without crying.

Alfred serves Jason with a vaguely apologetic expression, and Jason thinks, Do you know what Bruce did? Is that what you’re apologizing for? But it’s probably just that Bruce didn’t bother to show up, and Jason is alone.

Good. Alone is safe.

Jason spends the next hour carefully unscrewing and checking every single one of his light fixtures. He finds nothing, but Bruce knows that Jason knows how to find bugs. He wouldn’t put them in the most obvious place.

By dawn, Jason has checked every single inch of his walls with a magnifying glass, removed every single screw from his furniture, and dismantled every single one of his pens. It’s not enough. When he lies in bed, all he can think of is how flimsy the wooden door is, how that lock can’t keep out a common thief (let alone Batman himself), how Bruce’s promise not to enter means nothing.

The next day, Jason is exhausted. He doesn’t run into Bruce that day either. At night, he lies in bed, his heart thundering away in his chest. This is an indefensible position—Bruce could sneak up on him so easily, and Jason would be lying prone, unable to fight. He rushes to the bathroom and locks that door behind him, but the tight space only makes him feel more trapped. Returning to his room, Jason paces until it’s time to go back to school.

He's pretty sure he fails his geometry test. The math is easy…until he’s gone over 48 hours without sleep, and all the obtuse angles look acute and csc might as well be cos for all he can read it.

When Jason gets home, he tries to make himself take a nap. It should be easy. He’s absolutely exhausted—he was falling asleep in class, after all. And Bruce is at work anyway. Only Alfred is in the house, and Alfred would never hurt Jason.

But lying in bed, Jason feels his skin crawl. His survival instincts, honed by two years in Crime Alley and two years fighting the worst of Gotham’s criminals, are screaming at him to run.

And so, he runs.

***

Jason ends up at the train station with no idea where to go. He packed his backpack full of the essentials—clothes, protein bars, the money from Bruce’s exorbitant “allowance.” Maybe it’s stealing—those things really belong to Bruce, and Jason’s just borrowing them, but, well…stealing from Batman is nothing new for him.

He needs to get away from Gotham, and fast. Jason knows a lot, and that’s dangerous. Even though Jason is basically proving with this stunt that he’s more trouble than he’s worth, Bruce will probably still want to hunt him down to wipe his memory. And with that wiped memory will go many of the survival skills that Jason needs. So, he needs to get into territory that’s unfamiliar to Batman.

Jason should’ve planned for this better. He knew Dick got kicked out. He knew the same thing could happen to him too. That’s how it goes.

Dick.

Jason doesn’t want to bother the older boy, but Dick did say to call if Jason ever needed him. And now, more than ever, Jason needs him.

Dick will understand what Bruce is like, right? He might not have a lot of money, but maybe he can keep Jason safe for a little while. Jason can buy his own food, and it won’t cost Dick anything to let Jason crash on his couch. Dick…Dick said they were brothers. Dick said that Jason could call.

Jason wasn’t stupid enough to bring his phone with him, so he finds a family on the train and convinces the mother to let him borrow her cellphone to call his brother. The phone rings for a long time before Dick picks up.

“Hi, who is this?”

“It’s Jason.” Jason hears his voice shake. He tells himself that’s just for show, so that the woman he borrowed the phone from will trust him.

There’s a pause on the other end. Then—“Jason Todd?”

“Yeah,” Jason says.

“Oh, cool. Sorry, it didn’t show up as you for some reason. Anyway, what’s up? You sound off—is everything okay?”

Jason takes a deep breath. “Can I stay with you for a bit?” He asks.

Another pause. “Yeah, Jason, of course. Is this a ‘sleepover at Titans Tower for the weekend’ sort of thing or a ‘drive out to Gotham to pick me up’ sort of thing? Because I totally can pick you up.”

“I’m on the train to New York,” Jason admits. “I’ll be there in twenty minutes.”

Immediately, Jason hears movement on the other end of the call. “I’ll pick you up from the station,” Dick says. “Whatever’s going on, I’ll help, okay? I promise.”

“’kay,” Jason whispers. Bruce broke his promise. What’s to say that Dick won’t too?

They’re different people, Jason reminds himself. And Dick hates Bruce. He’d probably help me just to stick it to B.

“Thanks,” Jason says, and hands the phone back to the woman.

“You’re welcome, sweetie,” she says. “Stay safe.”

Jason nods and goes back to his seat, wiping off his sweaty palms. Fuck, he probably sweated all over the phone didn’t he? Made it all gross. And the woman had been so nice, too.

Calm down, Jason tells himself, trying to slow his rapid breathing. Dick’s going to pick you up, and it’ll be okay. He can sleep at Dick’s apartment, and then plan how to survive on his own long-term. Jason’s fourteen, yeah, but he’s a far better fighter than he was at twelve, and Robin’s crimefighting skills could easily be used for crime. He can make it, now. He can.

Jason spends the remainder of the train ride counting out breaths in his head. When the train arrives, Jason enters the train station half-expecting to see Bruce waiting, his face lined by fury. So when he instead sees Dick, just as promised, he collapses into the older boy’s arms. Burying his head in Dick’s chest, Jason finally lets himself close his eyes.

“Whatever this is,” Dick says, “we’ll work it out.” And Jason—Jason almost believes him.

***

Dick’s eyes get wider and wider and wider as Jason tells his story. When Jason finishes his outpouring of fear and anxiety, Dick collapses back into the couch and buries his face in one of his hands. Jason stands in front of him like a man awaiting judgement.

Eventually, Dick gestures to the couch. Jason sits at the very end, wedging himself in the corner and curling up against the armrest.

“You can stay here as long as you want,” Dick says, and Jason nearly melts. “But—” Jason’s body tenses again, and suddenly he feels like a live wire. “Not but to staying here. You can stay, okay?” Dick looks at Jason like he’s expecting an answer, so Jason gives a tiny nod. “But I just—Bruce would be happy to hear you were going to college lectures.”

Jason shakes his head. “But I can’t go to college.”

“Why not?”

“Because everything!” Jason shakes his head. “I’m Robin, and if I want him to keep me I can’t waste time on college when I could be a full-time vigilante! I can’t—I don’t know how you did it, but if he kicks me out too then I—I just can’t do it.”

“Jason…” Dick meets his eyes. “Bruce didn’t kick me out.”

Jason crosses his arms. “You don’t have to lie to me.”

“I’m not lying,” Dick says firmly. “Bruce fired me. He had no right to do that, and he would’ve tried to stop me from being a vigilante, so I left. I was seventeen—I didn’t need an adult looking after me, anyway. I went to Titans Tower, became Nightwing, and never looked back. But Bruce never told me I had to leave the Manor.”

Jason shakes his head. Maybe Bruce didn’t say it, but it was implied in the firing. No Robin, no home. If Dick hadn’t fucked off of his own accord, Bruce would’ve eventually kicked him out. But if Dick wants to believe it was his own choice—Dick, who still visits the Manor for all the holidays even after the last visit resulted in a screaming match, who smiles in response to Bruce’s grunts, who gave Dick his phone number and his Robin suit—Jason doesn’t want to ruin that for him. So, he switches tactics. “You never went to college. And you were a mathlete, so you definitely had the smarts for it.”

“Jay, I didn’t want to go. I wanted to be a full-time hero. Bruce was against it. We fought a lot about it in that last year.”

“Bruce…wanted you to go to college?” That doesn’t make sense.

“Yeah, Little Wing.” Little Wing? Jason wrinkles his nose, and Dick smiles brightly in response before continuing. “So he’ll be thrilled one of his kids is cooperating. He probably just never said anything about college because he didn’t want to start an argument.”

Maybe Bruce just hadn’t realized he could get away with not sending a kid to college. Yeah, that’s it! Bruce was worried his public image would take a hit, but when Dick didn’t go and it was fine, Bruce was relieved.

“Look, I also wanted to talk about your room.”

Jason curls in on himself, his breaths suddenly ragged and panicked. And then, Dick’s crouched in front of him, reminding him to breathe. Jason breathes.

“You with me?” Dick asks. Jason nods. “Is it okay if we talk about this?”

Well. Dick probably knows Bruce pretty well. He might be able to reassure Jason or—or warn him. “I can’t sleep at all,” Jason says quietly. “It doesn’t—it doesn’t feel safe.”

“Bruce isn’t good at privacy,” Dick says.

“He just—he promised, Dick. He promised me he would never come in, and I believed him.”

“Did you know Bruce read my diary when I was little?”

Jason’s head snaps up. “N-no.”

Dick smiles. “Yeah, well, he did. I was eight. I would only eat chips, I was swinging from the chandeliers, sneaking out to hunt down Zucco—everything a kid could do wrong. He didn’t know how to help me. And he really wanted to help me. So then, he found the diary and…read it. That’s how he knew how to make the Robin costume. He saw my drawings of it. So, he made me the Robin costume, and I was upset with him, because that was my diary, but. He did it because he wanted to help. And I forgave him, because the costume was awesome. I guess, what I’m trying to say is—I get it. Bruce can be a nightmare sometimes, and he doesn’t really get boundaries. But he means well. Always. He would never go into your room to hurt you. Never, Jason. He—”

“I know,” Jason interrupts. “I know. I just—”

Dick puts a hand on Jason’s shoulder. “Yeah. It’s hard to sleep somewhere that doesn’t feel safe.”

Jason looks down. “Batman and Robin put bugs in the rooms they search.”

Dick pauses a second too long. “Bruce wouldn’t put cameras in your room.”

“Please don’t lie to me,” Jason says, voice small.

“I—I don’t know, Jason. But when you do go back—if you do go back, we’ll use Bat tech and Titans tech to scan your room, okay?”

“Okay.” Jason closes his eyes and leans back against the couch.

“You should sleep,” Dick says. “You must be exhausted.” Jason nods. “Is there anything I can do to h—” Dick’s phone rings. He glances at it and then freezes when he sees the caller ID. “Shit.”

“It’s Bruce, isn’t it?” Dick nods. “You should pick it up.” Dick nods again, but still doesn’t move. “He’ll get suspicious if you don’t.”

Grudgingly, Dick stands up to take the phone call to another room. Jason’s heart jolts with fear. “Please stay.” He doesn’t want to be out of the loop. He doesn’t think Dick will tell Bruce that Jason’s with him, but one can never be too careful.

Dick accepts the call and raises the phone to his ear. “What?” He snaps. A pause. “Huh? Why would he be?...No, of course I haven’t—…You put trackers in his shoes. What the fuck is wrong with you, Bruce?”

Jason stands up, eyes darting around the room. If Bruce put trackers in Jason’s shoes, he could be here any second. And Nightwing is good, but there’s no way he’s Batman good.

Dick meets Jason’s eyes from across the room. “It’s going to be okay, Jason,” he promises. Jason doesn’t think he’s lying, but that doesn’t mean Dick is right. “Bruce, your son is having a panic attack in my apartment because of your control issues…You promised him, okay? And now he’s freaking out, because you went into his room when you said you wouldn’t. You see why that scares him, right? Or does that not get through your thick head?”

Dick lowers the phone, breathing heavily. “Is he here?” Jason whispers.

“I don’t think so,” Dick says. “I think—I think he’s at home still, and he called me the second he knew where you were.”

“I can go,” Jason says.

“No. My baby brother is not going to go wandering around New York City because B is being an asshole.”

Jason pulls his knees to his chest and listens.

“Well, maybe next time try asking him without accusing him! …No, I don’t give a fuck about that,” Dick rants. “And what the hell does Roy have to do with this? …Fuck you. Fuck you, Bruce. Jason is staying here and if you get within ten feet of him I’m calling the Titans.” With that, Dick hangs up and collapses onto the couch, breathing heavily.

“Dick?” Jason asks quietly. “Are you okay?”

“Starfire can shoot energy beams from her eyes, Cyborg can hack into any computer in the known universe, and Donna Troy is Wonder Girl,” Dick says. “Go to sleep. You can take my room, or the couch if you prefer. We’ll make sure you’re safe, okay?”

Jason wants to protest, but he’s too tired. So, he lets Dick tuck him in and listens to the lock click and drifts away.

***

For the first five days, it’s amazing. Dick brings Jason to Titans Tower to hang out with his cool superhero friends and lets him take out whatever books he wants on Dick’s library card. Jason spends his days reading and talking to the Titans and keeping up with his math and biology homework on Dick’s computer. It’s great.

And then, on the sixth day, Bruce calls. Dick screams at him. Bruce insists on talking to Jason. Dick says that Bruce will talk to Jason when Jason is ready to talk, and not a moment before. Bruce says that Jason has to go to school. Dick says Babs hacked the school’s computer system, and fuck you, Bruce, and then hangs up.

Jason is hit by the realization that yes, Dick would let Jason stay forever if Jason never left, but it’s just not sustainable.

“I need to go back,” he tells Dick as they eat microwave mac and cheese and microwave peas. Dick has been making an effort to cook actual food. Jason is honestly kind of concerned for Dick, given that this is an improvement on his usual fare. As in, there is a vegetable present.

“No, you don’t,” Dick says.

“I’m—I want to be Robin. And Bruce adopted me. I’m supposed to live with him.”

“Are you sure, Jason?”

Jason’s heartrate doesn’t pick up at the thought of sleeping in his room anymore, so that’s something, at least. And Dick has said that Bruce wanted him to convey his apologies for searching Jason’s room. “If I tell him I don’t actually expect to go to college, he won’t be too mad at me, right?”

Dick sighs. “He’ll be thrilled that you want to college. But—”

“No, he won’t—”

“But. If for whatever reason he decides he’s against it, you’re still going to go. You want to go to college? You’ll go to college. The Wayne Foundation gives kids who are in foster care or were adopted full rides to Gotham universities.”

“Bruce is in charge of those, though,” Jason mutters. Bruce won’t want Robin leaving to go waste his time, so he can just deny the scholarship.

“That’s—it’s an automatic process, Jason,” Dick argues. “But, even if the scholarship was denied, I’d pay for it, okay? Bruce gave me a trust fund, and it has enough to pay for that.”

Jason stands up, sliding his chair back with a screech. “No way! I’m not taking your money!”

“It’s not my money, it’s Bruce’s. Trust me—” Dick winks and, despite himself, Jason groans. “—I’m not gonna use it. I don’t need his money. But my little brother going to college? Yeah, he’s totally paying for that.”

Jason lets himself smile, just a little. College. Even when he was a stupid kid, he hadn’t thought he was going to go to college. But if he can go now, can spend his days in lectures like the one he’d been attending and actually get to raise his hand and go to recitation and write essays and get feedback…

“I promise,” Dick says.

***

Dick offers to explain Jason’s side of the story to Bruce, and Jason gratefully takes him up on that offer. The next day, Bruce comes over to Dick’s apartment.

“If you want him to leave at any time, he leaves,” Dick says. “Literally any time. If Bruce makes a bad pun and you decide you want him to go, he’ll go. Got it?” Jason nods. The door opens.

Jason listens numbly as Bruce apologizes and Dick extracts a series of promises from Bruce that should probably be reassuring.

“Jason.” That’s Bruce’s voice. Dick taps Jason lightly on the shoulder, making Jason’s world snap back into focus. “I’m truly sorry. I never meant to make you feel unsafe.” Jason nods, not really sure what to say. “How can I make it up to you?”

Jason doesn’t—Jason doesn’t know, is the thing. He can’t think of a single way to secure his room so that Batman can’t enter without turning it into a prison cell. Bruce will always be able to get in, and Jason just has to live with that. “Just…don’t do it again,” Jason mumbles.

“I won’t,” Bruce says. “I promise.”

Jason doesn’t point out that he has promised that before, but it hangs in the air, heavy and unspoken.

In the car ride back to Wayne Manor, Bruce flips the rearview mirror so that he can better see Jason. “I’m not trying to buy your forgiveness,” Bruce says. “But I was thinking that we could take a tour of Ivy University this weekend.”

That makes Jason’s widen comically. “What?”

“It’s the best university in the country for English Literature. Dick says you were going to a Literature class, so I thought you might want to see your options.”

“But—Ivy University’s not in Gotham, is it?”

“You might have to take a break from Robin,” Bruce says. “But that would be alright, Jason.”

“Really?” Jason whispers.

“Really,” Bruce says. “Dick didn’t like the idea of juggling vigilante life with college, but that was…that was his decision, even if I disagreed with his choices. You can make your own decision, and whatever you decide, I’ll do whatever I can to make it happen.”

Maybe, Jason thinks, Dick was right.

***

That Friday, Bruce tells Jason that actually, there’s a drug deal going down on Saturday evening, and maybe they can visit Ivy University another time. Jason knows that means it’s not happening, but that doesn’t matter. Not when Alfred drives Jason to English Literature every Monday and Wednesday, and Jason has his own copies of the books to annotate to his heart’s content.

***

***

The second Jason climbs in through the window, he knows that someone is in his safehouse. He draws his handgun and clicks off the safety, scanning around the room. “Come out, and this will be easier for both of us.”

The light flickers on, and Jason whirls around, only to see Nightwing leaning against the wall, a grin on his face. Jason does not lower his gun, nor does he put the safety back on. Although it’s unlikely that Nightwing would come alone to hunt Red Hood down, Jason is not on particularly good terms with the Bats at the moment. “Why are you here?” Jason asks, voice level. “The Big Bad Bat needed a spy?”

“Actually,” Dick says, still smiling, “I’m here because I made a promise.”

Jason keeps the gun pointed straight at Dick’s chest. “What promise?”

Dick blinks. “Jason Peters got his GED last week. Congratulations.”

It takes Jason a moment to register Dick’s implication, but when it finally clicks, Jason turns the safety back on and lows his handgun with a sigh. “I’ll have you know that crime lording is a lucrative career.”

“Just thought I’d offer,” Dick says, pushing himself off the wall. It’s only then that Jason realizes Dick was making himself seem smaller and more casual on purpose. “The trust fund’s still sitting there, unused. It’d really stick it to B.”

For a moment, Jason is tempted. But then he remembers the whole mess that started this. “Yeah, no, Dickhead. You’re not the type to stalk my fake identity. So, who sent you? Bruce, or Tim?”

Dick sighs. “Bruce was going to come and offer to pay for your college himself. I talked him down from that. But I was going to offer from the moment he mentioned you got your GED.”

Jason wipes a hand across his face. “Last time I saw him, I shot at him.” Jason wasn’t kidding about being on bad terms with the Bats.

Dick shrugs. “It’s your love language. Just like Bruce’s is egregious violations of privacy.” He grins.

Jason remembers being fourteen and terrified of going to sleep in his own room. “It’s not funny.”

Dick sobers up quick. “Yeah. It’s not.”

Jason decides to throw him a bone. “I’m enrolling at GothamU this fall. Given the crime lord-ing, I need to be taking afternoon classes only. Wanna hack the scheduling system with me?”

***

Jason steps into the lecture hall, wiping his palms against his sweatpants as he surveys the room. There are screens set up in front, each with a dark blackboard-like background. And then, in the seats, there’s a sea of students, eighteen and nineteen and early twenties, and some younger and some older. Senior citizens and high schoolers on dual enrollment, all mixed into the rows of seats with tiny folding desks. Jason, at nineteen, can almost fool himself into thinking he belongs here.

Jason sits right up at the front and removes a new notebook from his bright red backpack.

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Chalk dust and secrets

Chapters 1/4. Summary: you don't know how you got yourself into this position and you don't know when but one thing you do know is that you are willing to do whatever it takes. Ever since you can remember you've always hated Vander it wasn't because of his attitude or if he was a bad person to be honest he was actually a nice guy and yeah he had a little bit of an attitude but it wasn't bad what made you hate him though was because he was rich and he was very popular with everyone including the ladies and what made it worse was that he got a higher score in every test and academic studies this has gone on for as long as you can remember even when you were just a little girl and you always did study really hard to make sure you got A's and enough education so you can become successful so you don't have to worry about finances but of course Vander always came up top first hey didn't even have to study hard he just got A's and the reason for that is because his parents own the school and are incredibly rich which means without him studying or trying he gets A's for free and you and the other students that are in your class and school just have to work extremely hard and at home wasn't so easy either your dad left your mom and you when you were only 5 years old and your mom had to take care of you and throughout all the years of you being in school and your mom working your mom ended up working so hard that she ended up getting sick and what made it worse was that your deadbeat horrible excuse of a man and father left a huge debt and so you and your mom kept on being harassed by a bunch of loan sharks eventually your mom sadly passed away and you had to take care of everything on your own thankfully you were only 19 now you're 20 years old and you're still trying to pay your dad's debt so not only do you have debt to pay but you also have bills to pay as well, which leads to you here now you are at your new job that will not only pay you well but it would also mean that you'll pay for your bills and made sure that the loan sharks won't mess with you for a month or so unfortunately the person that you're working with would be Vander apparently his parents own the company that you're working at this could be fun for both of you.

Hey y/n was it I can't believe we're working together pretty amazing huh 😁

He said enthusiastically you are not expecting him to act so nice to you it wasn't like he was mean to you it was just that you two rarely talk to each other back when you were both teenagers so of course without being rude and you don't want to lose your job you decided to be polite as well.

oh um yeah that's my name and neither can I hehe so um I'm supposed to get a tour around the building just to get to know the place so I know what I'm supposed to be doing here

oh of course I'm actually the one who is going to give you the tour and if you want I can also show you a good time 😉

And there it was the flirting is what mostly got on your nerves about Vander you know he's not a bad guy but he still it's on your nerves whenever he flirts with you or with any other girl but mostly you this has of course happened before multiple times during high School and then college and now today on your first day of the job of course the tour went on smoothly he showed you the cafeteria where your desk is he even introduced you to the rest of the co-workers you got to say the place wasn't so bad maybe this day could get better.

The next day when you went to work Vander would be his usual self trying to flirt with you and trying to ask you out on a date and of course you'd always decline and as always Vander would laugh it off, of course this continued throughout the whole week and the whole month until one day Vander stopped you from doing your work and asked for you and him to exchange numbers so you gave him your phone number and he gave you his just for him to get off your back and then he went back to work you hope this would be the end of it but no you were wrong.

To be continued.

[florallylly]

now that i've caved i have so many opinions about steddie/steve harrington it's actually sad

but sorry everyone should be obsessed/in love with steve harrington. and this is kind of my rant or like general opinions (headcanons?) about him. this is all personal opinion and i would love to debate or have validation so PLEASE!

anyways...

i do wonder about steve harrington's actual "bully" characterization because in my opinion, he canonically displayed more mean girl behavior. the fight with jonathan could be explained as somewhat of an overreaction to him being rightfully mad about someone he doesn't know taking nonconsensual illicit photos of his girlfriend AND himself. also keep in mind it's 1983 and homophobia is like common and the aids epidemic was during this period of time.

i also think that there's much to be said about how it could make sense that steve completely fell from grace after breaking with tommy and carol, but he's still on the basketball team. he's still invited to parties. and i don't know if billy was actually ever considered "king" in the way people often characterize steve. i also just really want him to be popular for a reason. like networking is a skill, and not just anyone has the people skills necessary to climb to so high of a position that you're considered king of the school. also he pulled MULTIPLE girls during his reign. like there has to be merit to the idea that he's a charming individual with appealing qualities and a nice enough person to keep girls willing to date him. gossip is real and i don't know if people would continue dating him if he was as bad a boyfriend as some people think he is.

WHICH brings me to nancy wheeler who i think was simply a case of she was going through a difficult time and they process grief and trauma differently. there was no instance where steve was actually a bad boyfriend to her. in fact, all i saw was him defending her and treating her like a princess but perhaps that's just me... either way, it never would have worked out in the long run because of their respective dreams. which is OKAY and NORMAL and doesn't make steve a bad boyfriend

i do think that steve's fall from grace after high school makes sense because like. now he's working a minimum wage job despite having been mr. rich boy throughout high school. he's also only hanging out with middle schoolers and he didn't get into college. BUT he clearly bounces back in family video because he's dating again, so i don't think he would ever really be bullied or ostracized like some fics have him be. UGH i just headcanon steve harrington having charm despite being a bit bitchy and still being somewhat worshipped by the general populace because realistically it's hard to wipe expectations and previous perceptions of people.

i also... i want steve to have other friends. i love a good tommy&carol redemption arc because as much as robin is his platonic soulmate um. he deserves to be adored and loved by all no comment i just love him too much ...

i have much more but don't want this to get horribly long so . literally begging someone to talk to me

[xxxxhannyxxxx]

The Fire between Us - Chapter 8

MINORS DNI

Pairing ✪ YN/Heeseung

A/N ✪ This is part 8, Here is a link to the Masterlist

summary ✪ You and Heeseung were "enemies" All throughout high school. Nothing physical although he is quite the flirty. And to your Demise he calls you nicknames. His favorite being " Princess", "Sweetheart" Along with others. What happens when you move into your college dorm and your roommate turns out to be him.

Genre ✪ Smut, enemies to lovers, college love?

WC ✪ 1.3k

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Waking up the next morning you get up and get ready for classes as you head out you notice Julian is already gone. Feeling slightly disappointed that you didn't see Julian as you headed out you try to push that thought aside. 

As you leave the apartment you wonder where he could be. Maybe he has an early class today, or perhaps he wanted to avoid the morning hustle and went off to grab coffee or breakfast somewhere.

You arrive at the campus so you head straight to your first class, dreading the long day ahead and the nonstop talking from the professors the only thing that could come out of it was at least being distracted.

As the first class ends you start heading to your next one when you hear students talking about a Really tall hot guy in their advance physics class. You listen intently to the students talking about this guy, how he was smiling and greeting everyone and how polite he was, and then you heard Heeseung's name being dropped in the conversation to your surprise he wasn't like this in high school, It was as if he was someone completely different, like the guy who treated you so well this past weekend came along with him.

As the day goes on you kept hearing chatter from the females around you, each and everyone one of them name dropping Heeseung. Thinking you could get away from all of it you headed down to sign up for some of the clubs, looking over a couple you decided to do the cheerleading try-outs when you over hear Heeseung's name being dropped once again and how they saw him signing up for the Basketball team which wasn't surprising since he was the captain back in high school, but to you Cheerleading was something completely new, but you liked dancing and wanted to try something new.

Once you finished signing up you couldn't help but think of him being on the basketball team again, just knowing if you make it that you will be cheering on the same field as he is playing sent a thrill through your body.

As you head to the stadium you spot Heeseung, a wave of excitement washes over you. You expect him to greet you with a smile, or at least a nod, but instead he looks right through you and continues to walk away.

Your heart sinks a little at his cold demeanor. What happened to the warm and playful Heeseung from the past few days, not even a annoying argument like he did back in High school.

 You decided to walk up to him and ask him why he would ignore you just like that but as you turned around you see him chatting with another girl, a big smile forming on his face. Seeing him being nice to another girl only adds to the hurt and confusion you're feeling.

You try to shake off what had just happened and pep yourself up for tryouts, as he joins the rest of the basketball team they all sit on the bleachers when his eyes land on you. You look away showing no interest in him, two could play at this game.

Heeseung scans the crows when his eyes land on you as you purposely avoid meeting his gaze. He's caught off guard by your cold response and a flicker of annoyance crosses his face. He watches you, his eyes following your every move, but he can't deny the pang of jealousy as he see's the other guys staring at you with unabashed interest.

Tryouts continue and finally the announcement for who made came to be, you finally hear your name and you couldn't help but feel excited about what to come in the future. 

Your heart still racing with excitement after making it into the squad, you can't wait to tell Heeseung about the good news even though he was in the crowd, even if he he's been acting cold towards you. As you arrive back to the dorm, you take a deep breath and mentally prepare yourself for another round of Heeseung being a jerk. Walking into the living room, you spot him sitting down on the couch, his eyes glued to his phone. In one quick thought you decided not to say a word to him and headed straight to your room.

As you sit down, you have slight hope he would walk over and knock on your door, then an hour passes and you're still there waiting slightly confused and frustrated. You felt as if he was just going to pretend like this past weekend never happened. Even though it hurt you didn't care but the fact he wasn't even talking to you like before anything had happened made you feel stupid.

As you head to the kitchen and start preparing yourself food, your thoughts are consumed by the sudden change in Heeseung's behavior. The tender moments you shared over the weekend seem like a distant memory now. Fear and doubt fill your mind, wondering if the connection you felt was just a fleeting experience for him. As you glance over to his room and see that he's not there, you can't help but wonder if he truly saw your time together as a meaningless fling, just like how he viewed Jessica.

Waking up the next day, you get ready and head to classes. On Tuesday's and Thursdays you shared one class with him, so you try to prep yourself ready to treat him the same way he did the day before, trying to erase any good feelings you had of him.

You arrive to your first class still mentally preparing yourself to face another day of Heeseung's cold shoulder. Despite your best efforts to get his attention, he continues to ignore you.

During your one class together, you try to walk up to him and say Hi, but he looks at you and dismisses you like you're invisible. Frustrated, you decide to move on with your day and focus on other things. 

During lunch, you meet Jake, another member of the basketball team and quickly form a friendly connection with him.

You strike up on an instant friendship with Jake, Exchanging numbers and making plans to hangout after his basketball practice.

The rest of the day goes by as boring as can be, with chatter of the professors already planning exams on some of your classes that will land in two weeks, thankfully making a friend and knowing you had plans after made the day go by faster.

As you head to the gym, you spot Jake and greet him, asking if he's ready to go.

You take a moment to look around, and suddenly notice Heeseung sitting nearby, his gaze fixed on you. The sigh of him sends a flicker of surprise through you.

You continue to wait for Jake as he's headed to change out of his uniform when suddenly Heeseung starts walking in your direction. Your heart quickens in your chest, unsure of what he's about to say or do.

"So all of a sudden I exist you?" You say your voice full of spite.

Heeseung stops a few feet away from you, his gaze locked onto yours. The casual, cold demeanor he had been showing you is gone for a moment as he replies. "What are you talking about?" he asks, feigning ignorance. It's clear he knows exactly what you mean.

"You should know very well what I'm talking about" and before he could respond you see Jake walk out, you leave Heeseung standing where he is as you walk towards Jake.

"Do you know him?" He asks.

"We went to the same High School, we made each others lives a living hell but that's about it" You say as you shoot a glare at towards Heeseung's direction.

Heeseung's Jaw tightens, his eyes locking onto you and Jake standing side by side. a mix of frustration and possessiveness fill him as he sees you with another guy.

"Let's go before he ruins the vibe" You say as you grab your bag and you both head out.

Next - Chapter 9

[francescacollie]

( olivia cooke, cisfemale, she/her ) have you met francesca collie yet? you know, the 26 year old graduate student majoring in secondary education with a focus in drama. ring a bell yet? every time i walk past their dorm i hear heart it races by dr. dog blasting through the door. everyone who meets them say they’re admirable but can also be a little invasive. guess when you meet them you’ll figure that out yourself. — carita, 24, she/her, est, triggers: sexual harrassment/sexual assault

meet francesca ‘franny’ collie!

FULL NAME: Francesca (Franny to close friends) Joanne Collie

AGE: 26 years old

BIRTHDAY: December 24th

GENDER & PRONOUNS: Cisfemale, she/her

SEXUALITY: Heterosexual

POSITIVE CHARACTERISTICS: Witty, sweet, generous, intelligent, outgoing

WEAKNESSES: Nosy, stubborn, pessimistic, blunt

 THE STORY SO FAR ...

(trigger warnings: terminal illness, hospitals, substance abuse)

Francesca is originally from a small town in suburban Massachusetts. She is the youngest in her family, having two older brothers and a twin brother born 5 minutes earlier than her.

She was born with a genetic disease called cystic fibrosis, and initially only expected to live to be about 5 years old, but through medical advancements and participating in sports as a child, she was actually fairly healthy throughout her childhood. Most of her friends at school didn’t even know she was sick.

She lived a very cushy, privileged life, in part due to her parents wanting to give her everything they could, as well as the fact that she grew up in a moderately wealthy household, so money was never much of a worry. Two of her older brothers were highly protective of her and would do anything for her, whereas her twin brother deeply resented her for constantly being the center of attention, and was quite cruel to her growing up.

Her brother’s cruelty came in part because he was deeply struggling with mental health issues and substance abuse issues. Because the focus was always on Franny, his parents did not realize the issues he was dealing with, and instead admonished him for his behavior.

Throughout high school, Franny excelled in almost every way. She truly had an almost perfect life. Smart and athletic, whatever she set her mind to, she believed she could accomplish. She did nearly every extracurricular you could think of, from soccer to running track, and her personal favorite, theatre.

In college, Franny decided to major in both theatre and drama. She wanted to pursue acting on Broadway, or potentially try to make it as an actress in LA, where she planned on going to after Radcliffe.

Her dreams were cut short when her health quickly deteriorated after being on her own for so long. Growing up in a small town with an overbearing family, she was used to having a lot of things done for her. Taking care of her health felt like a full time job, and it didn’t take long for her to suffer the consequences of neglecting her health. She eventually moved back home and was able to recover enough to graduate with her degree online, but with serious consequences, and was no longer fit enough to chase her dreams to New York or bring herself to come to a casting in LA.

After stabilizing a bit and getting her act together somewhat, she decided she did not want to stay back home living with her parents. So, instead, she decided to move back to Radcliffe and pursue higher education. A benefit of this was that her brother already was there, so she could feel more supported and not completely on her own. She is pursuing her degree in drama education now that she has essentially given up on her true dream of being an actress herself, while also trying to figure out how to thrive in the fast life as a disabled woman. She’s resentful of her past as well as her brother, who she continues to clash with at times, but also itching to figure out what she really wants at this time in her life, and take a break from always trying to be so damn perfect. after all, life is short, right?

ADDITIONAL INFO:

Francesca is generally an empathetic and generous person. Her heart is rarely in the wrong place. However, growing up privileged and in many ways, babied by her family sometimes results in her having a hard time connecting with and understanding people from a different walk of life. She is very sensitive and empathetic to certain experiences, but struggles to connect with others.

She likes to be the center of attention ... but not for the wrong reasons. She’d much rather show off the abilities she does have, rather than focus on what she lacks. Because of that, she can appear a bit pissy and even bitter at times, but she's never truly mean. When she finds herself in trouble, she will absolutely use her situation to her advantage when it benefits her. She might have struggles, but she's used to getting a lot handed to her throughout her life and needs to be humbled sometimes.

She’s lonely, but won’t admit it (most of the time). She craves affection from others in her life, be it a friend or a romantic partner, and really just wants to know the people she finds interesting better. Sometimes this results in her coming off as a little (okay, a lot) nosy. 

She is a lover of all things nature. Loves plants and flowers. But she kills everything in her care. No green thumbs over here.

She is a massive foodie and really enjoys every type of cuisine, but definitely has a taste for fine dining.

Because she spent most of her life being somewhat self-absorbed into her appearance, she’s acquired quite the collection of clothes. Her style is very ecletic and feminine, think large colorful sweaters, tights, Mary Jane heels, and funky earrings. But she's terrible at makeup and usually just sticks to the basics.

WANTED CONNECTIONS:

Her twin brother! I’ll submit this as an official WC, but the only real criteria that needs to be filled is that he’s older than her, grew up in MA, and has struggled with substance abuse in the past (currently is fine as well). It’s a relationship I’m hoping to develop more and figure out along the way. Also, if an older brother would be preferred, we could work that out as well.

People she has collaborated with before: this could be someone she was in a play with for undergraduate, a student, a fellow TA (she helps teach drama), anyone that she's done anything with for her degree(s).

An unlikely friend: this is one of my favorite plots! Someone that comes from a completely different walk of life, have different struggles they are facing, but somehow get along and have a genuine friendship with one another. Someone who is more closed off and brooding compared to her unassuming personality is what I think of.

An ex-boyfriend - someone she left behind when she first left Radcliffe in her undergrad to move back home when she was very sick. Most likely a mutual breakup.

A former or current roommate from college: this could really go anywhere, but an easy connection for them to know one another/be friends

Anything else you can think of!

Also - I haven't gotten the invite to the OOC blog yet but hi, I'm Carita! I am an oldie from the RP community (started around 2014 I think?) and haven't in yeeeears but I'm so excited to again! I am still getting acquainted with the newest Xkit and whatnot so I may ask someone for help if I run into issues if anyone is willing, hehe. But I love plots and am super open so feel free to message me anytime!

[decaysate]

washed up pianist semi ( nods to myself )

[chvoswxtch]

hello! I hope ur having a good day! I have a request if you’re up to it! we’ve always had Professor matt so to spice things up can we have a college!matt x professor!reader? he’s actively trying to gain the pretty professor’s attention and she’s slowly falling for it. you can make it fluffy or spicy or smutty. its all up to you!

hi nonnie!

I hope you're having a good day as well! I genuinely loved this idea bc we all know matty is a flirt but I feel like college!matty is a HUGE flirt and would totally go after the pretty professor. and honestly, she would eat that shit up, let's be real. but who wouldn't???

thank you so much for the request! ❤️

warning: contains mentions of sexual content (minors please dni), swearing word count: 3k

office hours.

When Matt was reminded by his advisor that he needed to take a literature course to satisfy his degree plan, his eyes nearly rolled into the back of his head. He had been continuously putting it off, but with one final semester left of undergrad, he couldn’t graduate without it. It wasn’t that Matt didn’t enjoy reading, he simply just wasn’t interested in taking anything that didn’t have to do with his program. He’d read enough “classic literature” and written enough analysis essays in high school, and he wasn’t looking forward to going through that agonizing process again. Reluctantly, he signed up for the last course available.

Taking a seat in the very back of the small classroom, Matt set up his laptop and plugged an earbud into his ear, prepared to appear engaged while he got started on a project for another class. All around him seats filled up with other students, but it wasn’t until he caught the sweet scent of pink grapefruit and blue wisteria that his fingers stilled over his keyboard. He turned his head slightly to the side towards the wall as the scent rushed down the hall, accompanied by a racing heartbeat. Matt’s head snapped towards the front when you walked through the classroom door slightly out of breath, heat in your cheeks from the run, and also a twinge of embarrassment. 

“Probably not the best first impression to be late on the first day of class, but in my defense, I’m still learning how to navigate New York. I can’t promise I won’t be late again, so we won’t be counting tardies in this class, to a reasonable limit.”

An anxious giggle left your lips, and luckily everyone seemed to find the humor in your admission. Matt’s lips parted slightly at the sound, and he quickly ripped the earbud out of his ear as you introduced yourself.

“Hi everyone. My name is Y/N Y/L/N, please call me Y/N. This is my first year teaching, and you guys are my second class, so we’re figuring this all out together.”

Another timid giggle left your lips, and Matt clenched his fist tightly as the sound settled in his ears. 

“I don’t expect perfection, I just want you guys to do your best. We aren’t reading things some arrogant ‘expert’ decided was a classic, or writing mind numbing papers identifying every literary device to prove you know what they are. I want to show you works that move you and make you think…make you feel. And I want to know what they make you think, and how they make you feel. The only way to fail this class is to not try.”

God your voice. It was as sweet as your perfume and had a velvet cadence that stuck to Matt’s ears like honey. He wanted to listen to you talk for hours, about anything. Your heart continued to beat wildly in your chest throughout the duration of class, and you fiddled with the rings on your fingers as you paced slowly around. You were incredibly nervous. Matt could feel it in the tremble of your fingers, hear it in the slight shake of your voice, and feel it in the rush of blood that never left your cheeks. He found it endearing that you were so anxious, and could hear how passionate you were in the way you spoke. Everything about you drew him in, and before he could stop himself, he was marching up to your desk once everyone filed out of the room to introduce himself.

“Excuse me? Hi, my name is-”

“Matthew Murdock, right?”

Matt abruptly paused, and he swallowed the sound that threatened to come out of his mouth at the way you said his name.

“J-just Matt, uh…yeah.”

“It’s nice to meet you, Matt. I’m Y/N.”

Your hand was so soft and small clasped in his own, and he could faintly smell the scent of blackberry from a lotion you’d smoothed over your body the previous evening. 

“It’s nice to meet you as well.”

“You have perfect timing, I was actually just about to come to you.”

Matt’s ears perked up at that, and he stood up a little straighter, already missing your touch as you slowly let go of his hand.

“You were?”

“Yeah, this is for you.”

You lightly wrapped your fingers around his wrist, carefully guiding his hand to a folder that you had outstretched in your hand. Matt cocked his head to the side slightly as he let his fingers glide over the folder, pausing as they ran over a braille label that had his name on it. Taking the folder into his hands, he opened it to find stacks of paper in braille on the inside.

“It’s the syllabus, a list of the works we’re studying, and the first section of notes we’re going to go over. I wasn’t sure if you were able to access the digital copies. I’m still trying to figure out how the portal works, honestly.”

There was a timid smile that stretched across your mouth, and Matt could hear a slight bit of nerves in your confession. For a moment he was stunned silent by the kind gesture, swallowing thickly as he closed the folder and offered you a small smile in return.

“I-uh…yeah, I was able to. But um…I-thank you. For this, I uh…I appreciate it.”

“Of course. I like to have tangible copies of things, myself. Helps keep me organized. Or, at least I think it does. Maybe it’s a sensory thing and I’m just tricking myself into thinking it’s making me more productive.”

Matt couldn’t help but chuckle as you giggled softly, nodding his head in agreement.

“I can understand that.”

“Well if there’s ever anything you need, any help or accommodations at all, please don’t hesitate to tell me. All my information is on the syllabus, and I practically live here since I never go home, so my office is always open.”

“Good to know.”

From that day forward, Matt sat in the front row for every single class. He blitzed through every single text on the syllabus, always prepared to participate in the discussions, and approached every assignment early. He wanted so badly to impress you, and his chest swelled with pride every time you complimented one of his thoughts or ideas, or stayed behind after class to offer your positive verbal feedback on one of his assignments. 

Matt knew he wasn’t the only one that wanted the pretty, young professor’s attention. He could hear the way the other students in class talked about you, which caused a tide of possessiveness to rise in his chest. Matt could also feel your affect on them as you smiled in their direction, or offered a compliment to one of their remarks, and it made jealousy simmer in his bloodstream. He was determined to be your favorite.

He found himself constantly stopping by your office hours to feign needing help or a second opinion on his approach to a paper, mainly as an excuse to talk to you alone, but also to scratch that itch of praise when you confirmed he was on the right track. Matt knew he was smart, and he knew he wrote incredible papers, but he liked hearing that come from you. 

He loved when you complimented his intelligence. Was it wrong to fake being unsure just to hear you say, “That’s exactly right, Matt” or “I hadn’t even thought of it that way, but I love that idea”? Probably. But it didn’t feel wrong. It felt good.

Matt had to be careful playing dumb. You both knew he was smart, so he had to switch his tactics up. He found himself asking for other recommendations for reading material from you, wanting to know what your favorite works were, going out to buy them and consume them just to get a glimpse into your head, and then listen to the passion in your voice as you explained why they meant so much to you. He liked that you asked him questions too, questions he didn’t hear you ask any of the others when they stopped by. You asked him about how his other classes were going, how his day had been, about himself and his friends, and he could tell you genuinely cared about the answers. Every second he spent with you, he felt the crush he had on you getting stronger and stronger. He knew the way he felt about you was wrong. You were his professor, and he shouldn’t be having the thoughts about you that he did.

He shouldn’t feel like his heart was going to beat out of his chest every time you smiled in his direction and showered his mind in praise. He shouldn’t feel the spark of something more when you let him hold your arm as you guided him towards your office, reveling in the feeling of your soft skin beneath his fingertips. He shouldn’t stroke his cock to the sound of your voice from a recorded lecture, waiting to let himself come until it got to the part of the recording where you said his name so sweetly. He shouldn’t be waking up with a wet patch on his sweats after yet another wet dream about fucking you over your desk. All of this was wrong, and the good Catholic boy in him knew that.

But he couldn’t find it in himself to care. 

Because every time he started to feel guilty about what he was doing, he reminded himself of the way your body reacted to him.

Matt was careful with his flirting, crafting his sentences in a way that could be played off as casual conversation or banter, but riddled with undertones that could only be understood by the person given the cipher. The blood that rushed into your cheeks when Matt complimented you back or said something teasing that made you giggle only fueled his confidence to get bolder and bolder as the weeks went by. 

He heard the uptick in your heart rate when he mentioned how soothing he found your voice, and the way it pounded beneath your ribs when he “accidentally” brushed his hand over your exposed thigh to reach for his backpack. He felt the warmth that pooled in your cheeks when he stopped by with your favorite coffee, and when he confessed that you were one of the best professor’s he’d ever had; definitely “his favorite”, he had said. He should’ve felt bad that he could possibly ruin a career that you were clearly very passionate about, but the selfish part of his brain was screaming that you felt it too. 

With spring break approaching soon, and the thought of going a whole week without being around you, Matt devised a plan to finally make you his.

The building was empty considering most professors and students had left the previous day to get a head start on vacation plans, but Matt smiled to himself hearing your familiar heartbeat coming from your office. You had made class today optional, in case anyone was traveling or needed the break, and Matt had hoped that he would’ve been the only one to show up. To his disappointment, about half the class was there, but he knew he would get you alone soon enough. Matt waited until your office hours were just about to end, in case any other student had some last minute question, and when he was certain that it was just the two of you alone, he raised his knuckles to knock softly on the worn wood of your open door.

A quiet gasp left your lips, clearly surprised by the company, and Matt had to stop the cocky smirk that threatened to take over his mouth at the way your heart started to beat faster noticing his presence.

“Matt, hey.”

“Hey. I didn’t miss your office hours, did I?”

“Uh…nope. You have exactly a minute.”

Matt’s mouth split into a wide toothy grin at the playful tone in your voice, chuckling as he followed the familiar path from the door to the chair that was directly in front of your desk.

“Well, I’ll make this quick then. I know you have very important spring break plans to get to.”

“Oh yeah. Super important. I mean, my takeout isn’t gonna order itself.”

Matt dropped his backpack on the right side of the chair, folding up his cane as he sank back into the plush cushion and tossed it down by his feet. He pulled off his glasses and set them on your desk, a habit he had gotten into since you’d let it slip that you preferred it when he didn’t wear them.

I feel like you hide behind those, sometimes. It’s nice to get to see all of you, Matt.

His tongue darted out to quickly wet his lips as he fixed his gaze in your direction, a timid smile pulling at the corner of his mouth.

“I actually need to ask a favor of you.”

“Of course, Matt. Whatever you need. What can I do?”

Matt gripped onto his own thigh to steady himself, your immediate response and sweet voice hitting his cock before they even reached his ears. His lips parted slightly when you sat up a little straighter in your chair, leaning in closer over your desk with a warm smile on your lips.

“I need a letter of recommendation for the law program.”

“And you’re asking me?”

Matt couldn’t help but laugh at the surprised tone of your voice, shaking his head slowly as he leaned in closer to your desk and rested his elbows on the surface.

“I already have a few from my other professors, but my advisor mentioned having one from a professor outside of my main area of study would make me seem more…well rounded.”

Matt should’ve felt horrible about lying. He didn’t actually need a letter of recommendation from you. He’d applied to the law program months ago, and had already gotten in, but he would confess that later.

“Mm, so I’m next in line to make you look good?”

“Well, you are my favorite, and you have a way of making everything sound beautiful. If I’d taken your class a long time ago like I was supposed to, I probably would’ve asked you first before anyone else.”

Matt didn’t miss the sharp intake of breath you took, or the way your face instantly became a few degrees warmer.

“You wouldn’t have been able to take my class earlier, Matt. This is my first year, remember? You would’ve been stuck with someone else.”

“I guess I forget sometimes because you’re so good at this. But, that’s true. I don’t think I would’ve liked who I got stuck with as much as I like you. I’m glad I waited for you.”

Matt did his best to stay calm as he heard you swallow thickly, your breathing becoming a little more shallow as your heart rate drummed loudly in his ears.

“That’s…really nice of you to say, Matt-”

“I mean it.”

A blanket of tension suddenly surrounded the two of you, and his lips parted slightly as he caught a faint shudder course through you. Your fingers clutched the hem of your dress where it settled high on your thighs, digging your nails lightly into your palms through the fabric. Matt was waiting for your body to give him a signal, indisputable proof that you wanted him just as much as he wanted you, before he crossed that line the two of you had been dancing around.

“Um…when do you need it by?”

“The earlier the better, I’m a little behind. But, take your time. I’d like this to be as…real and honest as possible.”

“I…um…I can have it ready for you by the time we come back from spring break.”

“That’s perfect, thank you. I really appreciate you doing this for me. I appreciate everything that you do for me, truly.”

“O-of course. It’s my job, Matt.”

Matt’s voice dropped an octave lower as he cocked his head to the side slightly, running his tongue along his bottom lip before the corner of his mouth curled upwards into a devilish smirk. 

“No. I think it’s more than that.”

Bingo.

The second he felt you press your thighs together under the desk and the enticing scent of your arousal hit his nose, Matt knew he had you. He rose from the chair steadily, gliding around the side of your desk slowly like a predator circling in on its prey, grabbing onto the sides of your chair as he bent over so that your faces were merely an inch apart.

“I think you know that too, sweetheart.”

“Matt-”

“I think if I put my hand between these pretty thighs, you’d be just as wet for me as I am hard for you.”

A shocked gasp flew past your lips as you sank back further into your chair, fighting the urge to spread your thighs to let Matt test his own theory, and averting your gaze from the prominent bulge in his jeans. 

“We can’t-”

Matt lightly grasped your chin in his hand as he forced you to look at him. He delicately traced his thumb along your bottom lip, leaning in ever so slightly to bump his nose against yours as he inhaled your scent deeply.

“You’ve done so much for me. Been so good to me, sweetheart. Shown me so much kindness. I’d like to repay that kindness, and show you how much I appreciate you. You gonna let me do that?”

A soft whine of desperation sounded in your throat, and a huge grin split across Matt’s mouth as you leaned further into his touch. He had you exactly where he wanted you.

“Yes you are. Because you’re my girl. My good girl.”

tags: @yarrystyleeza @little-miss-dilf-lover @neverlandcity @charmedkim @queenofthenoobs @stilldreaming666 @messymissy @dark-academia-slut @strawberry1042

[highwayorgantrade]

Art History

Pairing: (cis)fem!reader x Carlisle Cullen

Word Count: 1.9k

Warnings: Cursing, the most mild nsfw (basically intense kissing and references to sex), minor choking, general tomfoolery.

Summary: A certain doctor helps you find resources for your college art history class.

Spotify Playlist: Art History

A/N: Aaah okay my first fic on this blog!! I'm so excited to get back into writing, especially with my favorite characters and people. Also, I'm sorry, I love Esmé as much as everyone else does, she does not exist here and Carlisle is the Ultimate Single Father™. And God, I did not expect it to be this long!!

The way that you met the Cullens was, at best, not ideal. A broken down car here, the offer of a ride there. It wasn't a bad thing - the friendship you had with the family had lasted all through high school up to a local community college.

When they told you the truth about who they were, what they were, you thought it was a joke.

"Yeah, very funny. Halloween isn't for another two months, and you can't all go as vampires, that would be so stupid." You snorted, returning to the homework that was scattered on the dining room table.

"(Y/N)... Think about it." Alice placed her hand on your shoulder, forcing you to listen.How are you just now noticing her hands are so cold? "Have you ever seen any of us eat? Go into the sun?"

You didn't want to think about it, you knew they would never lie to you like this. It's too insane to be a lie. But didn't they lie and pretend like they were human? It was just all too confusing, so naturally, it took you a few days before you starting going around their house again. They answered all your questions, even when you decided to punish them all a bit for not telling you sooner.

"So, have you ever thought about the ecological damage you might be doing with all the hunting?" You had been interrogating them for hours, but honestly? They were grateful. Grateful that you didn't run off and tell the entire town, or worse, flee from Forks and lose you forever.

"Honestly, we all have different preferences." Emmett replied cooly, as if you were chatting about movies. "I prefer some of the bigger stuff: Bears, wildcats. It's mostly deer, though."

"Never people." Carlisle confirms with a smile, and you almost immediately regret giving him a chance to speak. Before their confession, the pounding of your heart was a fun secret, a dream you knew would never come true. The scenarios have run through your head all the time, anytime you looked at him. And those rare moments where you felt brave enough to make eye contact? But now, you knew that it was basically a public confession. You never talked about it. The Cullens never did, either.

"I know one of you has to know something about the Reliquary of Sainte Foy." You sighed, dropping your bag at your feet.

"Please, (y/n), come in." Edward quipped from the living room.

"I mean, this whole thing makes no sense!" You continued, thinking back to every single time you've used Edward to complain. "First, she starts off the semester with the Renaissance, then goes to modern minimalism, then back to freakin' Jesus times?"

"You know," Alice strode in, reading over the same paper, "When I have questions about art history, I usually ask Carlisle." She leaned against the counter. "He's the oldest of us." The look her and Edward shared were lost to you, as you already began to think of excuses as to why you shouldn't be alone in a room with him. The fear of looking and sounding stupid overcame the desire to just do anything with him. The desire to mess up that stupidly perfect hair of his, or his cold hands roughly wrapping around your-.

No. Absolutely not.

"Ah, no! I wouldn't want to bother him. He's probably super busy, with all of his... doctoring stuff-"

"Nonsense." Edward smiled. "He would be overjoyed to help."

"Edward, seriously, don't-" You pleaded, but it was too late. Carlisle's name echoed throughout the house, but it felt like a death bell.

"I hope you find your answers!" Alice quickly took her exit out the front door, with Edward following right behind her, with a polite "Excuse me."

"(Y/N)!" He greeted you fondly, noticing Edward and Alice's backs as they walked deeper into the forest that surrounded the house. "Didn't Edward call for me?" He was watching them, but you were watching how he saw you and immediately smiled, and the way his arms flexed on the table.

Stop.

"Yeah, he did. They insisted that you could help me with art history, but this is old, old crap, and like, yeah, you're old, but you're not that old, so it's not really..." He began to smile again. "Super important." You finished, suddenly very aware of how you were standing. And how your hand rested so close to his. And how hot your face suddenly got.

"Well, what is it you need my help with?" He took your assignment paper. "The Reliquary of Sainte Foy. Around what time was that?" He looked back at you.

"Uh, the- Jesus times. Like upper double digits for the year. Which, I mean, I don't know when you were born, but I don't think you're that old, I mean you're still fun and pretty cool." God, why couldn't you just stop talking!

"Come on." He turned his back, taking your picking up your bag and slinging it over his shoulder. "I think I have something in my office."

His office? He's taking you to his office? You've been inside of it before, but it wasn't just him and you, it was him and his kids. Just keep reminding yourself: You are his children's friend. You're friends with every single one of this man's children. You're probably not even on his radar! A (publicly) mid-30 year old local surgeon, and men that looked like him in this part of Washington was rare. And to be going after a college student? Pull it together.

The steely resolve quickly crumbled as he held the door open for you to walk past him, and if you had any doubts he could hear your heart before, they were absolutely gone. You could hear your pounding heart in your head. The office was gorgeous, a few lamps and some candles gave the dark office a warm glow, and you could see he had been actively working on... something?

"I'm so sorry, did I interrupt something?" You glanced at the papers on his desk.

"Oh, no, I was just going over some old files. You could never interrupt me."

Oh.

"Now." He began scanning a section of his large bookshelves. "I unfortunately was not born in 'Jesus times,' but I was born in 1640, and my father was an Anglican priest, so I might have something about early Christian relics." He finally pulled a large dark blue book from the shelf and handed it to you. "What about The Book of Sainte Foy? Written in 1010 A.D. and translated in 1995."

"Yes, please, that would be amazing." You replied quickly, eager to spend as little time in this room as possible.

"(Y/N), you seem stressed. If college is getting to be too much, you could always take a break." His eyebrows knit together and set the book on his desk. Your eyes followed his hand and you swallowed. This cannot be happening.

"Uh, no, it's not college! College is fine. It's just... other stuff." Your hands clasped together to try and ease some of your nerves.

"Well, (Y/N), if it's something more personal, you know you can always talk to me. I've enjoyed having you around and I hate to see you upset." You knew he was trying to ease information out of you, but his words just made it harder.

"Carlisle, I-" Oh god. No. Stop talking. His hand came to rest on your upper arm, his icy hand almost burning your hot skin. You've imagined this so many times "It's you!"

Wait. No! Keep talking! The look of slight shock and confusion on his face combined with the gentle grip he had on your arm had wiped your brain of whatever you were going to say. His hand relaxed and fell back to his side.

"Me? (Y/N), did I make you uncomfortable?" His voice was soft, but serious. Fix this, now!

"No! Well, sort of. But no! Just... listen." You rubbed the back of your neck, shifting your weight between your legs. He leaned back against his desk and looked at you.

This was going to be hard.

"It's just... You make me nervous because you know, you're like a genetically modified beauty of a human being. I mean, have you seen yourself? Actually seen yourself?"

Carlisle opened his mouth to respond but he couldn't get the words out before you continued.

"You are... gorgeous. And I know, Edward's complained to me about that whole 'Oh, our beauty just lures in innocent prey so we can destroy them,' thing, but you're just a... a genuinely beautiful person. You help people in need, you go to some extreme lengths to help people because why? Because you're a doctor and it's what you do, damn it! It's amazing. You're amazing." You took a breath, filling your lungs with all the words you've kept to yourself. "And I like your hands."

And you like his hands? That's what your confession is ending on? Okay, own it.

"You like my hands?" He questioned, biting back a smile. Of course that's what he focused on. "Tell me about my hands." He stood up off his desk and moved closer to you. You felt like the breath was being sucked out of your lungs as you tried to organize your thoughts.

"Well, they're..." His hand came up to your face, thumb grazing your cheekbone.

"Go on."

"I like the way they're..." In an effort to look anywhere else but his eyes, you glanced down to his chest. His face seemed to inch closer to yours as you searched for words you knew you wouldn't find. The hand on your face traveled to the back of your neck, and his other hand found the small of your back. Your hands rested on his biceps, your last attempt to try to cover up your attraction towards him.

"Tell me you want this." Carlisle whispered, pressing you closer to him, encouraged by your racing heart.

"I want this so bad." You admitted, and those were the words that broke the both of you. He pressed you against a bookshelf as his lips met yours, and the amount of passion coming from Carlisle was shocking. His thumb came around your neck to wrap around the front, and the simple weight of his hand caused you to moan in his mouth. He smiled into the kiss and your hands went to his hair, tugging as gently as you could.

"Jump." He whispered in between kisses. The faint taste of spearmint lingered, and you whined at the loss.

"What?" You pulled back and stared at him.

"Jump."

God, please let his vampire strength come in clutch. You wrapped your legs around his waist and his hands found the bottom of your thighs. He placed you on top of his desk, careful as to not disturb any documents or books, and pulled you in again. this time, there was something different. The kiss was more insistent, more demanding.

"More." He groaned, and slotted his head into the curve of your neck, biting gently, and kissing the same spots.

You had never seen Carlisle like this, never this... out of control.

"So, when is this paper due?" He asked, pulling you out of your thoughts. He walked back to the door of his office, laying his hand on the doorknob. You simply stared at him, still catching your breath. Did he seriously just ask that? Now? "Is it tonight?"

"No?"

"Good." He grinned at you, and turned the lock. "Because it's not getting done."

[fullsunstrawberry]

Enhypen as Different Tropes

cw: Mention of hookup during Jays part

[enhypen masterlist]

Heeseung:

Ex Lovers

You and Heeseung dated all throughout high school. But both of you decided to go to different Colleges. With Heeseung going to Seoul and you going overseas. You both decided to split up because long distance wasn’t working.

You wanted to stay in the states since you’ve got family there but you got offered a really good job in Seoul. So you had to take it. To be honest, you really missed Korea.

Finding an apartment wasn’t easy in the slightest. But you finally settled in an apartment close to your new job. The hardest part wasn’t even the apartment hunting, it was the fact you didn’t know anyone in Seoul. You realized this when you got a raise and you didn’t have anyone to celebrate with.

Luckily there were a couple of work friends that invited you to go drinking. This was an opportunity to make friends so you accepted.

What you didn’t expect was all of them to invite their own friends. One guy named Jake even invited five of his friends. Telling everyone a couple more are on the way.

It was honestly overwhelming but you liked being around so many people having a good time. It was the first time since moving that you felt at home.

“Jake! So sorry i’m late, traffic” A tall guy rushes into the bar. Giving Jake a handshake and pulling him into the hug. “No problem man! Let me introduce you all.” Jake turns to the table while gesturing towards the mystery man.

“Everyone this is Heeseung!” “Heeseung, this is some of my coworkers” Jake announces gesturing towards the table.

“Which one are we celebrating?” Heeseung questioned

“Well, Y/N did just get a raise! Next rounds on her” Jake pointed towards me while smiling.

In that moment you locked eyes with Heeseung. He looked so different. More mature and definitely hotter.

He definitely recognized you… Because he couldn’t look away. “Congratulations y/n, i’m very proud of you” He softly smiled.

Jay:

CEO 

Since you just got a job in Park Enterprise as a secretary your friends decided to celebrate. That’s why you are stuck at the club the weekend before your first day. It was all fun and games until your friends kept buying you shots after shots.

You noticed a very attractive man looking at you. “Looks like you're having some fun.” He smirked. “I got a big day on Monday! Starting a new job” You winked back while taking another shot. “ Lucky you, I’m also celebrating” he continued “a promotion and a raise”

“Well maybe you should buy me a drink with some of your raise money” you winked while leaning closer to him.

“What if we get out of this place instead?” He replied leaning in too.

That’s how you ended up waking up with a strong grip around your waist. You couldn’t lie, you loved it. You looked around and realized just how big his bedroom was. It had a huge window basically covering the whole wall.

You slowly removed his arm from around you. Picking up your close from the floor. You didn’t want to stay any longer even though your body wanted to.

Shutting the bedroom door quietly you started to walk around, trying to find the front door. He lives in an apartment but walking around this feels too big to be an apartment. Does he live in the penthouse? Then it hits you, oh my god you just slept with a rich ass guy.

You finally found the front door which took you forever. When you hear him call out your name. Shit…. You quickly shut the front door and leave.

Now it’s your first day, you made sure to wake up extra early so you could get coffee and drink it in the elevator. You regretted leaving your one night stand so early but you had to remind yourself that it was just a hook up and nothing more.

Walking into Park Enterprise was shocking. It was huge with glass windows surrounding the walls.

You press the elevator button, glad you got there early. There wasn’t anyone else in the elevator.

What you didn’t expect was the handsome man from the weekend asking you to hold the door. Once he stepped in he noticed you in the corner. His face grew a smug smile. He pressed the top floor button.

“Why did you leave so soon?”

Jake:

Frat boy

Everyone on campus is always talking about Enhypens Parties. It’s so annoying… Especially since you have to sit next to the infamous Jake. All he talked about was how “Crazy” the last party was.

He’s been trying to get you to go every since the teacher paired you guys up for a whole semester project. At this point you're convinced that he loves to annoy you.

“ Come on Y/N! We’re almost done with the project. Don’t you wanna celebrate”

“By going to one of your amazing parties” you rolled your eyes

“Come on! Why not” Jake whined

“ Well for starters, my friends aren’t really party people and I’m not going to sit in the corner.”

“I’ll be there! I’ll even stay by your side the entire night!” Jake pleaded.

“If I go this one time, will you stop asking me” you sighed while shaking your head .

“I Promise! Make sure to wear something sexy” Jake winked

That is how you ended up in a frat house’s basement. You're not in the basement because everyone else is in there. No, actually the opposite. It’s the only part of the house that isn’t filled with other people. The only thing in the basement is a cute puppy. Maybe going to this party wasn’t so bad. You can barely hear the music from down here and you get to pet a cute dog.

“Layla?” Someone shouts while closing the door and walking down stairs “I got you some treats!”

You recognized the voice as Jake’s. You really didn’t want him to see you down here. What if he got mad because you weren’t supposed to be down here. Ugh why did you do this to yourself.

While panicking you heard a laugh. “I should have known you were down here! thought you ditched me.”

Looking at Jake he had a huge grin. “I see you've you met Layla. Isn’t she cute” He walked up to where I was kneeling and kneeled down to pet Layla.

“She is a cutie, She’s been keeping me company” You said while giving Layla head scratches. In which she started licking your face in return.

“She seems to be taking a liking to you. She’s just like her dad.” Jake winked while looking at your lips.

Sunghoon:

Enemies to Lovers 

Just hearing his name makes your blood boil. Sunghoon is always bothering you. It doesn’t help that everyone LOVES him. They only love him for his stupidly perfect face and his amazing ice skating skills. But there is more to a person than just being hot.

He was always out to get you. You thought that college would be different. There’s no chance both of you go to the same college…Right?.. RIGHT???

WRONG!

Meeting your roommate was honestly amazing. They were so nice and perfect. Moving in was easy. No one fought over which bed to get or which closet they wanted.

It was honestly perfect! Until you had to go to class and you forgot your headphones. Heading back to your room, you pushed your door open and saw Sunghoon laying down on your roommate's bed.

“SUNGHOON!?”

He was startled hearing your voice. “y/n? What are you doing here?”

“WHAT AM I DOING HERE? WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE! THIS IS MY ROOM!” You ranted.

Sunghoon looked puzzled for a second. “This is my cousin's room.” “im waiting for her to get back from class” He continued

GREAT! Just great! When you think you’ll never see him again, he appears.

You huffed out “This isn’t fair! I thought I got rid of you”

“Oh baby, you’ll never get rid of me.” Sunghoon shot you a wink.

“Maybe i’ll even hang out with my cousin more often, just to see you.” He stood up once he saw his cousin open the door behind you.

“Got to go! See you around.” Sunghoon walked by you, putting his hand on your hip to move you over so he can get to the door. Before he closed the door he made sure to blow you a kiss.

This is gonna be a long year…

Sunoo:

Teacher x Teacher

Sunoo is the elementary arts teacher, while you are the school librarian. Sunoo is always asking you if you need any decorations or help with the Library. His students love to make fun of him for always being so nice to you.

Today started off the same but the school was decorated for Valentine’s day. A bunch of pink and red hearts.

Sunoo greeted you in the hallway before he rushed to his classroom. He will usually start up a conversation and even sometimes walk you to the library. But today he looked like he was in a rush.

You loved being an elementary school librarian. Kids are unpredictable so there is never a boring day.

While you were preparing for a class reading, putting pillows and books on the floor, Sunoo was dealing with a bunch of questions from his students.

“Teacher! Who'syour valentine!” “I bet it’s the librarian Ms. y/n!” “Oh it’s definitely her!”

“Class! I do not have a Valentine.” Sunoo tried to get the class to settle down.

“Why don’t you ask Ms.Y/N”

Sunoo couldn’t help but blush a little bit. His class teasing him about his not so hidden crush is very common. But something about today, being Valentine’s day, made his heart flutter hearing your name.

“Okay class! Settle down. I can’t ask her to be my valentine, I don’t have anything to give her.” Sunoo tried making an excuse so the kids wouldn’t continue.

“We can make paper hearts and then you can give them to her!” One of the little girls said with a big smile on her face. He’s definitely not getting out of this one.

You have been waiting for Sunoo’s class for ten minutes already. You were starting to get worried. So you decided to walk to his classroom. Once you got there, you peaked through the window.

Your heart fluttered. Sunoo was surrounded by his students holding different shades of red and pink hearts. He looked like glitter exploded in his face. You can tell he’s been helping make the little art projects.

You decided to knock on the door while pushing it open to say hello.

“Looks like you all are having a lot of fun in here!”

Sunoo quickly faced the door, startled by your voice. “Oh hi Ms. y/n! We were making Valentine's” One of the kids spoke up.

Sunoo couldn’t help but stare at you. One of the kids nudged Sunoo’s leg and whispered “Ask her”

Sunoo blushed (even more if that is possible) “y/n I’m so sorry I forgot about the reading time. My students were helping me make Valentine's .”

“Aww that’s so sweet” You replied

“I was actually wondering if you would like to be my Valentines” Sunoo extended his hands to reveal chocolate and a cute paper heart.

“Oh my! I would love to!” You blushed, hiding your face. While the kids all cheered.

Jungwon:

Childhood Best Friend 

You’ve known Jungwon since learning how to walk. His mom used to babysit you when your parents were on business trips. Which was all the time. Jungwon’s house was basically your house too.

So when Jungwon started to make more friends and you didn’t. It was kind of awkward. Especially when he didn’t tell you they were hanging out at his house.

Walking into a room full of guys would make anyone nervous.

“Oh everyone, this is y/n my best friend” Jungwon patted the spot next to him on the bed. You nervously walked to sit in the spot he patted. Dodging all the legs.

four new friends! Not counting the ones you already know. Sunoo and Niki. School just started again. How is that even possible?

“Y/N this is Heeseung, Jay, Jake, and Sunghoon! He said pointing everyone out to you. “They are a year above us.”

They all waved at you smiling. At least they were nice.

They kept hanging out at Jungwons house. You don’t even remember the last time you hung out with Jungwon alone. But you were happy to also make new friends. Jay even started to teach you to cook. While Sunghoon tried to teach you how to skate.

What you didn’t notice was the fact Jungwon also realized how little time the two of you have spent together, alone. So he had to fix it. Calling you over for a movie marathon.

Once you got to Jungwon’s house you expected everyone else to be there too. But it was only Jungwon on the couch.

“Where is everyone else?” You questioned. Jungwon was taken aback by this.

“Everyone else?” He felt a hint of jealousy in his stomach.

“Oh I just assumed that they were gonna be here too. I was excited for Jay’s popcorn” You shrugged while taking a seat on the couch.

“Well i’m sorry Jays not here” Jungwon scoffed.

“Are you okay, Jungwon?” You looked at him and he had an annoyed look on his face…and that’s when it clicked!

“Oh my god! You’re jealous!” You raised your voice, teasing him

“So what if I am! You have been distant. Even when you're around, you're all over Sunghoon or Jay.” Jungwon ranted. You did not expect this. You thought he would just laugh it off.

“Jungwon-“ “See you don’t even call me Wonnie anymore!” Jungwon interrupted.

“All the guys call you Jungwon so I thought you didn’t want me to call you Wonnie!” You didn’t know where all of this was coming from.

“I love when you call me Wonnie because I love you. Jungwon rushed out without thinking. His eyes widened once the words left his mouth.

“You love me? Like, LOVE me? ”Your pressed for him to answer.

“Okay, yes I do.” Jungwon was clearly nervous, stuttering a little bit.

“Wonnie, I love you too!” You wrapped your arms around him. He hugged you back tightly.

“Okay well now you have to be my girlfriend. No take backsies!”

“Really.. Take backsies…is this what i’m getting myself into” You laughed

“Yes it is” Jungwon made sure to kiss your forehead after every word.

Niki:

Boy Next Door 

Living in an apartment can be fun. But not when only old people live there. Since you were taking care of your grandma, you didn’t have any time for making new friends or even hanging out with your current friends.

But this changed one day when a family moved in next door. You’ve seen a boy around your age coming and leaving the building a couple of times. You wanted to go up to him and introduce yourself. But you couldn’t find the courage.

With the little time that you do get to yourself. You like to go onto the apartment's roof. Now, you aren’t exactly supposed to be up there but the door alarm has always been broken.

Usually it’s very quiet and peaceful up there. But today you can hear a faint song playing. You swear it’s Replay by Shinee. But you're sure no one from the building listens to them. Your apartment wasn’t known for being huge boy group fans, with all the older people living here.

You started to follow the music. Once you turned the corner, you saw a tall boy dancing. He definitely knows how to dance. Once he was done he turned his face. You then realized it was the boy that moved in next door. You went to hide behind the corner but he noticed you.

He walked to his speaker and turned it off. “Oh i’m sorry, am I being too loud?” He spoke.

You were caught off guard, not expecting his voice to be deep.

“Oh uh. I'm sorry I didn’t know anyone else came up here” You spoke moving away from the corner so you didn’t look like a creep.

“It’s beautiful up here isn’t it. It’s the only place where I get peace” He sat down on the ground patting next to him.

You walked over and sat next to him. Looking up into the sky.

“I have always gone here for peace.” you continued to ramble “since my grandma needs me. It’s like a 24/7 job.” You realized that you started to ramble so you switched the conversation asking him why he’s here.

“My parents are trying to open a dance studio so they're always fighting about different things.” He explained while looking at you.

“Did they teach you to dance?”

“Yeah, we had a dance studio in Japan but we moved to Korea.”

“So you're new to Korea?” You looked at him

“Yeah, maybe you can show me around sometime” he smiled at you.

“I will love to-“ before you could say anything else your phone dinged. “Oh i’m sorry my grandma needs me to get her medicine” You quickly got up to leave.

“See you again, Same time?” he asked

“Yeah” you smiled.

*No gifs are mine! Credit to the owners :)

[bucky-barmes]

♥︎ Platonic Soul Mates ♥︎

[ gif from @topgundaily ]

bob floyd x gnc!reader

in which you finally meet bob's friends in Miramar

created off of this prompt from @givethispromptatry

never thought i would be one to read let alone write anything for bob floyd, but here we are and i adore him

word count: 1,599 words

contains: general fluffiness, seresin being a shithead (whats new), reader mildly threatening someone but all in good faith, just nice wholesome gentle fluff

As always, my blog is 18+ only, minors dni

[ all my work is my own and not to be reposted or translated anywhere else ]

To say you were nervous was an understatement. You and Robert Floyd went way back. Like way back. We’re talking all the way back to kindergarten. You knew the second you saw the bigger kids picking on him in the playground that you would be there to stand up for him.

From that first time you shoved the bigger boys away from him and stood between them and him, Bob Floyd knew he would always be friends with you. Forever.

And you both stuck three to your 4 year old selves promises. All throughout your school years, you were side by side, ready to take on the world together.

It wasn’t until Bob left for the Naval Academy that you truly separated. You hated to admit it, but it made you feel like a lost puppy, heading off to college without your best friend, your partner in crime. It was like you had to learn how to function all over again. It was so foreign, doing things you would have normally done with Bob, all by yourself or with other people. Like moving into your college dorm.

Nevertheless, life continued on and you learned how to live without him. The two of you talked as much as your schedules allowed, and you were present for each other’s graduations. He had to pull some strings to get the leave, but Bob would have done anything humanly possible to see you on your big day, even leaving base without permission if he had to. You were his best girl, and nothing was more important than the precious and now limited time he got to spend with you.

And that’s how you ended up here, at Miramar, AKA Fightertown, staying with Bob on base for two months.

After the Dagger teams’ success with the Uranium bunker bombing, they were all able to remain on base to rest and recuperate. Along with this, they were able to invite one person onto base to spend time with for the duration. Immediately, you were Bob’s choice, no questions asked. At this point, it had been years since you had seen each other and you both were feeling it. You were more than best friends, you were soulmates. Those two people that are just destined to be in each other’s lives forever. Two peas in a pod.

“Bobby!” Your high pitch squeal could be heard through the outside rec ground as you dropped your bags and sprinted towards your best friend. Everyone was staring dumbfounded as Bob wrapped his arms around your waist instinctively when you wrapped yours around his neck, lifting you off the ground and spinning the two of you around. Your legs had automatically wrapped around his waist and you stayed like that for what felt like hours, your head nestled in his neck, but couldn’t have been more than a few minutes. Neither of you feeling the burning stares from Jake Seresin, Bradley Bradshaw and the other Dagger teammates. All of them staring in utter shock. This was not what they expected in the slightest when Bob had told them about his friend from home coming to visit.

“Well, well, well, good ol’ Bob does have game.” Seresin smirked as he sauntered over to the two of you, bringing you both back to reality. Bob gently but quickly dropped you from his tight grip, hand flying up to the back of his neck to scratch shyly. The rest of the group made their way over behind Jake, everyone equally as curious, just trying the more subtle approach.

“Are these your friends, Bobby?” You turn to beam up at him after giving the group a once over. God he missed your smile, and he automatically mirrored it back at you. "Hi, y/n! You're new here, right! Let me present you some of my... Uh well I guess I can call that a family." Bob gestured awkwardly to the group standing before them. There was an unspoken understanding that after the events of the Uranium bunker mission, the group was now more than just a team, they were a slightly dysfunctional, makeshift family. And it worked.

“We’ve got Jake Seresin, Bradley Bradshaw, Natasha Trace, Mickey Garcia, Javy Machado and Reuben Fitch. The others are… around somewhere.” He smiled at you sheepishly. “Guys, this is y/n, my best friend.” You felt your cheeks grow warm as everyone was staring at you, some eyeing you up more than others.

“Well, it’s a pleasure to meet you, y/n.” Jake reached out his hand, smirking harder than before if that was even possible. He brought your hand to his lips and placed a kiss to your knuckles, making you blush even harder.

“I’ve heard a lot about you, Hangman.” “All good things I hope.”

You could sense Bob stiffen next to you and you nudged his shoulder with yours. “How could you keep a girl like this a secret from us, Bobby?” “Don’t call me that.” Bob’s teeth gritted together at the sound of Jake using your nickname for him, you chuckled at his reaction.

“Sorry, Hangman, that name’s reserved for me only.” Jake raised his arms up in surrender, but something told you it would definitely come up again in future.

“So, how do you two know each other?” Bradley’s eyes shifted between the two of you. There was certainly a stark difference between you. Bob and his famous shy and reserved personality, he was always one to keep a low profile and never get involved in a fight let alone start one. And there was definitely a look about him that was the total opposite of you.

You, on the other hand, were loud and in your face, never afraid to start a fight if necessary, hence how the two of you became friends. And there was no doubt about it, you were beautiful. Conventionally attractive, yes, but there was something about you that just lit up a room no matter what the energy was before. You radiated pure and unadulterated joy.

Except for when you didn’t. And only Bob knew the true gravity of a situation when you were anything but your joyous self.

“We grew up in the same town.” You spoke for the both of you, noticing Bob was too lost in his thoughts to answer Bradley.

“Met the first day of kindergarten, and the rest is history.” The group eyed you both again as you stared up at him with nothing short of adoration, him staring right back at you, a lopsided grin spread across his lips.

“Ah, childhood sweethearts, how sweet.” Jake had a shit eating grin plastered on his features, knowing full well that you weren’t dating, he was just trying to get a rise out of Bob. Which worked, Bob went bright red, hand flying up to awkwardly scratch the back of his neck again.

“What? No we’re not-“ “We’re not dating.” You interjected, finishing his sentence that he was probably never going to get out.

“Just friends.” Bob added sheepishly.

“Oops, my bad.” Jake held his arms up in mock innocence. “Anywho, I’m not sure about the rest of you, but I’m ready for some grub.” The rest of the group all nodded in unison, mumbling some form of affirmation.

Bob had jogged back to where you dropped your bags, carrying them inside for you.

You trailed behind him, spying Natasha hanging at the back of the group.

“So, you’re the famous Phoenix I’ve heard so much about.” Slowing your pace to walk beside her, you eyed her.

“Should I be scared?” She mimicked your movements, eyeing you, only hers held a note of nervousness.

“Mostly good things,” you offered her a small tight lipped smile. “But I heard about that training mission.” Phoenix’s face dropped, not sure where this could possibly be going. She’d only just met you, Bob’s best friend, and she’d already ruined it.

“If he gets hurt, I’ll kill you.” You stopped in your tracks, deadpan as you spoke and there’s a beat of silence. Then another. You couldn’t see it, but Phoenix was sweating. When she heard her WSO’s friend was coming to visit, she couldn’t wait to meet her. Now she wasn’t so sure.

Until, you cracked a grin, nudging her with your elbow. “It’s my job after all, as his best friend and personal bodyguard.”

The sigh of relief Phoenix let out was definitely audible enough for you to hear, deciding ignoring it was best after the stunt you just pulled.

“I’m just glad you brought him back safe from that mission.” Your eyes wandered to Bob’s retreating form, smiling softly. You could see just from the way he walked how comfortable he was with his team.

“So am I, so am I.” Phoenix reassured you, a knowing smile playing at her lips as she watched the way you looked at your best friend. “It’s a pleasure to finally meet you. Bob was pretty reserved with what he let on about you to the rest of the team, but he’s told me a lot about you, too.”

“Oh really, only good things I hope?” You smirked at her as the two of you started your walk back into the rec hall inside, getting to know each other along the way.

You didn’t notice it, but Bob was watching the two of you from the doorway, a content smile on his face as two of his closest friends were finally able to meet. He already knew that this was going to be the best two months he’s had in a long time.

[boa-h]

【Roronoa Zoro】 Small Town Summer

*first fic of the year wooooo!

00

Summers in the small town always felt like the sky had turned into a heater fan. Cicadas cried like a newborn baby and mosquitoes flew in swarms. A girl could be seen sitting in the unpaved streets, her pretty dress now painted with mud and dirt. In front of her, stands a boy with naturally green hair, “Ha! You lost again!” He laughs. A cry that did not belong to the cicadas echoed throughout the street, the girl continued to wipe her endless tears despite her dirty hands, “That wasn’t fair! It wasn’t fair!!” She cried.

01

You and Zoro have lived across the street from each other ever since you were born. With your families being friends, you two hang out very often — basically every day. However, you two are nothing alike, naturally, girls and boys are different. You like to play with your dolls and play house while he watches his Ultraman DVDs on the square block they call a TV. But kids are more energetic, therefore energy needs to be drained by running and playing outside.

Zoro’s kick that landed on your stomach was the start of everything, your loud cries were everything the neighborhood heard that night. Challenges became a normal thing between you and him, with competitiveness engraved in your bones, you never wanted to lose, but you always do. You can’t run faster than him, can’t lift more weights than him, and you’re even shorter.

Years passed slower than ever in the first decade of your life. You can barely remember anything in kindergarten. But you do remember that you and Zoro were in the same class for elementary school. His grades aren’t the best, at least below average of the class. But then again, surprisingly, elementary school had a lot of smart students. Then came junior high school, you two were no longer in the same class, but it was a time where you grew a tad bit taller than Zoro. Grades and height were the two things you surpassed him at.

In high school, coincidentally, the two of you are distributed into the same class once again. Understanding the fact that you and Zoro have known each other since childhood, the teacher arranged for you to be deskmates. If this was elementary school, you would rather move to another class than to sit next to him, this troublemaker could do anything to make you cry. But as years passed, his temper had calmed down a bit, at least he wouldn’t go looking for trouble again, and you were grateful for that. Being deskmates with Zoro wasn’t as bad as you thought it would be, on the contrary, you were glad that you had someone you knew as your deskmate, it somehow made everything easier.

02

When did things start to change? You ask yourself that. He was caring a little too much about you, and you were caring a little too much about him. As you lay with him on his bed, playing on the GameBoy consoles, he asked: “Are you going abroad?”

Your fingers paused on the gaming console, ghosting over the button as if you’re trying to decide on your next move. Your brain now fogged with the question Zoro asked, you closed the console and sat up with a sigh.

Going abroad was a rare opportunity during the time, your grades were the only thing that supported this opportunity, along with the family savings that were barely enough. But your parents wanted you to go abroad, they think you could have a much brighter future there.

“Maybe.” You replied, looking back at him, and he nodded. “What about you, what are you going to do without me?” You joked, “I know you can’t live without me.”

Zoro didn’t deny like you thought he would, “I’m going to do sports. Kendo, perhaps.”

Time flew by like a monster with wings, the College Entrance Exam soon released their scores. The grade you got was what everyone expected, not the best in the state but enough for you to go abroad. The sun was setting and your parents hummed in the kitchen as they prepared for a feast. You look outside the window, Zoro’s house was right there, and you suddenly wondered how he was doing.

A knock was heard on the door, your thoughts were cut off and you rushed to the door. It was Zoro. The sunset rested on his tanned skin and the chilly breeze blew through his short hair.

“How did you do?” Was the first thing he asked.

“Wasn’t bad, good enough to go abroad.”

His shoulders suddenly dropped, “Oh, I see.”

“How did you do?” You returned his question.

“I tried pretty hard, it wasn’t a bad score for me. I got admitted to a decent sports university.” He paused, “Are you really going away?”

“I mean, I would stay, but…” You played with your fingers, thinking for a reasonable answer, but still just shrugged in the end.

Zoro nodded in understanding. “When.”

“As soon as break starts.”

He nodded again.

04

The night before your flight, you asked Zoro out for dinner. It was a popular barbecue restaurant in the center of the city, people chatting and cars honking filled the night air. Maybe because it was too busy, the waiter surprisingly didn’t check Zoro’s ID when he asked for two bottles of beer.

“Surely you’ll get a good beating if your dad finds out about this.” You snickered.

“Tsk, don’t pretend to be innocent, you did steal those money from your parents, didn’t you?” He gestured to the money in your purse that you planned to use to pay for the meal.

“What do you mean “steal.” These are already mine, I just took out a few bills. Plus, it’s me who’s treating you tonight, don't complain.”

Zoro stuffed the meat inside his mouth with his chopsticks before raising both of his arms up in a surrender position, “Ight, whatever you say.”

You didn’t drink during the meal, but strangely you felt a bit drunk too, maybe because the grill was spreading too much heat around, but you felt really happy that night, even when the embarrassing moments of your childhood came out of the mouth of the person sitting in front of you. You couldn’t help but to think back to the sky that was always blue, and the days that always passed too slow.

In front of your house, you two stood on the front steps without a word.

Zoro opened his mouth but paused, he probably changed his mind on what he was about to say.

“I have practice tomorrow, so I won’t be able to send you off.” He says, “Have a safe trip, though.”

You nodded at his words, but didn’t reply.

As he was walking away, he paused in his steps and turned around. The corner of his eyes were a little red, maybe he was holding back tears just like you are as well. “If you ever come back to visit, I’ll be here.”

You squeezed out a smile that was even uglier than a frown, “I’ll keep that in mind.”

05

Summer was as hot as always in the small town. A walk from the newly built train station to back home wasn’t such a long walk but it felt exhausting. A lot of things have changed since the last time you’ve seen this small town. You hurriedly drop off your luggage and greet your parents before walking out of the house again.

A high school class reunion was suggested by someone in the class so here you are, rushing to the restaurant, being late already as your flight was delayed. The delicious smell of food entered your nostrils when you stepped inside the restaurant that was filled with nostalgia, you remember coming here often with friends during high school, it’s a very popular restaurant in the small town, and it still is.

“Sorry I’m late!” You apologized to everyone at the table, your friends’ eyes showed happiness and surprise to your sudden appearance.

“Oh my! I didn’t think you would make it today!” Nami exclaimed as she hurried you over to sit by her side. “Sorry we started without you!”

“Oh no, don’t be sorry.” You laughed, “It’s nice to see everyone.”

You noticed that not everyone was here, including the boy who used to live across from you, maybe some couldn’t make it after all. But the ones who are here greeted you happily, glad that you were here.

“Zoro said he would come after practice today,” Usopp took out his phone to check if he received any new messages, “Well, it is rush hour, a drive from the city to here could take some time.”

“The city?” You ask.

“Yeah, you didn’t know?” Nami cut in.

“No, we sort of lost contact with each other.” You chuckled awkwardly.

It is true, iphones weren’t a thing yet when you left, you had to get a new inserted card, losing your original phone number, plus the fee that came with international calls, you rarely made any calls, aside from perhaps your parents a few times a year. They were the ones who told you about the class reunion.

It turned out that Zoro was a pretty successful swordsman now, having competitions here and there, has a winning strike and has only been defeated by a man named Dracule Mihawk.

“Sorry I’m late!” A familiar voice called out as the restaurant door slammed open, revealing a certain mosshead.

“Oh, Zoro!” Usopp waved.

“Zoro!” His friends cheered.

The man standing in front of you is now taller than before, still with tanned skin and green hair. Sweat ran down his forehead as he caught up with his breath, a few red bumps protruded from his muscular arms, bitten by mosquitoes, you presume.

His gaze locked with yours the moment he sat eyes on the table.

“Oh, you’re back too.” He says.

“What do you mean, of course I am!”

The other people snickered.

“Aright guys, let’s get some more food now that more of our friends are here!” Luffy cheered.

06

Night was silent as you and Zoro walked back to the same old street you guys always walk back to.

“You’re staying in town tonight?” You asked him.

“I always lived in town.” He looked back in confusion, “Where else did you think I was gonna go.”

“I thought you moved to the city.”

He remained silent until you reached your doorstep, “I told you I was going to be here if you ever visit again.”

You were stunned by his words, “I didn’t think you were serious. I mean, your job is in the city now, so I didn’t think…”

You two stood in silence once more, he didn’t say anything. It was you who broke the silence, “Hey, have you ever thought of… I mean,” You struggled with your words, “Have you ever, perhaps, liked me? You know, not in a friendly way, but more of a romantic kind of way?” You asked.

“Huh?! Who would ever like—” Was his immediate response, as if the denial was carved into his bones.

You opened your mouth but nothing came out, that was stupid of you to ask that, it would’ve been a nice summer if you didn’t. You wanted to slap yourself, now your friendship is probably ruined, and he probably doesn’t want to have anything to do with you. “Sorry, I don’t think I should’ve asked that.” You apologized, turning away from him to reach for the doorknob.

“That wasn’t what I meant.” He grabbed your wrist. “What I wanted to say was that I was, and still am, desperately in love with you, okay? I didn’t know how to tell you, after all it was me who made you cry so many times when we were younger. I didn’t know if you would return my feelings. I was a coward, I didn’t want to know the truth.”

You stared into his eyes, realizing he probably did mean what he said, your eyes began to water. You left for so many years and he didn’t even give you a hug, then proceeded to talk about this nonsense that makes you want to cry. Zoro, seeing that you’re not replying to him, thought you still didn’t believe what he just said, so he brought your hand to his chest.

“Feel my heartbeat then, it’s much more sincere than me.”

[the-case-book-of-fanfiction]

1989

Ship: Eddie x reader

Summary: Returning to Hawkins after years of helping Eddie through English class (and specifically poetry assignments), you make Eddie watch a new film with you called Dead Poets Society.

Word Count: 4, 298

Warnings: DPS spoilers (ish?), fluff, ending is waaaay sappier than I originally planned, mentions of the events of S4E9

Note: I have elected to ignore season 4's ending due to the year DPS was released and because that episode was just painful to sit through anyway.

☟ Continue below the fold ☟

Hawkins had been quiet in the past week since your return from college. The town seemed to have reverted to the same peaceful place its residents had known before 1983. It felt strange. You couldn't say you hated the peace, but a part of you did miss the adventure, knowing that danger was around the corner. That urge to chase danger had curbed quite a bit since '86, of course, which was probably the only reason you had survived three years of college so far away from home and the people (read: person) you cared about most.

Summer break had begun two weeks ago, and you'd come back to your hometown to visit your family and friends—and most importantly, Eddie Munson. You had seen him during break of course, but that was nothing compared to spending three consecutive months of summer with him in Hawkins.

You had your other friends to entertain, of course—Steve and Robin had both been sending you letters nonstop throughout the school year, but this summer was important. This was the summer before your final year of college, and you wanted to make it very clear to Eddie you wanted to get your life together (preferably with him, which he ought to know by now) before you graduated.

Practically melting in the scorching heat, you slammed your car door shut and bolted for the AC'ed depths of Family Video. Steve was at the counter, concentrating on organizing a stack showcasing new movies. He looked up when the bell above the door chimed, a grin spreading on his face.

"Y/N!" he said, holding up his hand for a high-five. "Are you starting today?"

Family Video had been your summer job since the summer before heading to college. You were working there again this summer, but you weren't starting yet. "Nope. I'm coming back next week."

Steve frowned. "Then what are you here for?"

You rolled your eyes. "Maybe Dustin's right and you really do need to be told everything."

He made a face. "No no no, I mean why would you come to your place of work if you didn't have to work yet?"

"Maybe she just wants to see us!" called Robin, peering out from behind a row of movies. She beamed at the sight of you.

"As much as I'd love to spend time with you guys, I'm actually here for a movie," you said, leaning on the countertop. "It's date night."

Steve raised his eyebrows, his mouth forming an 'O'. "I suppose you'll want something a little more, ah, intimate, shall we say?"

You laughed, whacking his arm. "Hardly. I've got something in mind. A new release, if you have it."

"We might," said Robin, leaving the stack she was shelving and peering at the new releases Steve was arranging. "How new?"

"June 2."

Steve's head snapped up. "Dead Poets Society?"

You grinned. "You know it!"

He groaned, not the reaction you'd been expecting. "Nancy's been making everyone watch it. She cries every time."

You shrugged. "I can't blame her. They killed off the best character."

"As per usual," Robin grumbled. "You know, they always do that. They kill of the ones I like the most."

"You and me both," you groaned. "So. You got it?"

"Uhhhhhh, lemme check the box of stuff we just got." Steve crouched below the desk and you stood on your toes to lean over the countertop. You watched him sort through movies, looking for the familiar movie cover.

Robin snorted. "You be careful there, Y/N, or Eddie'll think you're into Steve."

Over your shoulder so Steve wouldn't see, you mimed gagging. She snickered and went back to shelving movies as Steve peered at the pair of you suspiciously.

"Speaking of Eddie," began Steve, "have you guys figured it out yet?"

"After college plans? That's what this summer is for."

"And is the movie with the ending that makes everybody cry going to help you sort that out?"

You shrugged, suddenly mute and unsure of yourself.

Steve stood back up, Dead Poets Society in hand. "You alright?"

"Gotta be honest," you sighed, "I'm scared for the whole conversation." You toyed with the ring on your hand, a simple silver band that had your initials and Eddie's intertwined on the inside, as Robin came back over. "Y'know, the whole...having a life together conversation."

"You think he won't want to?" Robin asked, aghast.

You shrugged. "I don't think he won't want to, I'm just worried about the other things that might...might get in the way. His band stuff is always pretty time-consuming, and I don't want him putting that aside for me, but I also don't want to be shoved aside for the band, y'know? It's just..." You sighed heavily, dropping your head into your hands. "After everything that happened in '86, in the Upside Down—"

Blood covered your jacket, the smell of it drawing even more bats. Dustin howled, trying to keep them away from the pair of you, but a few slipped through. You screamed, shielding Eddie with your body. Your shirt came away soaked with his blood when you sat back up, pulling him into your lap.

"Stay with me, Eddie, please. You hear me? You're not going anywhere, love."

"I'm sorry," he whispered, voice thick and choked.

"You have nothing to be sorry for," you insisted fiercely, cradling his head. "Absolutely nothing."

Eddie grinned up at you, and you couldn't help but flinch at the sight of the blood on his face, in his mouth, coating his teeth. You knew how this ended in movies, and you hoped to God this wasn't going to be like that. "Yeah," he whispered. "I wasn't a coward this time, eh?"

"You are many things, Eddie Munson, but a coward is not one of them."

His eyes fluttered, his head dropping.

"Eddie? Eddie!"

"'M okay," he whispered. "I just...need a mo...moment..."

"Ed? Ed? DUSTIN! Dustin, c'mon, we gotta get him outta here!"

"Y/N? Y/N, you there?"

Fingers clicked in your face. "Earth to Y/N?" said Robin, both of them peering at you with twin expressions of worry.

You shook yourself out of the memory, more vivid than the ones that usually plagued you and took you back to that awful moment, to the beginning of the weeks where you thought Eddie wasn't going to make it out.

"Sorry...sorry, I just...got thinking about it again." You rubbed your eyes. "After all that, I don't know what I'd do without him. I mean, you guys saw what I was like. And that was just a few weeks! Life without him? I'd lose my mind."

"Does he know?" Robin asked. "About that week. This."

You nodded. "We...we talked about it before I left for college. It wasn't really a conversation he wanted to have, because he knows it scared me half to death, but...he had it. I'm just hoping he'll be okay with talking about it all again now."

"It's been three years," Steve said reassuringly. "He'll be okay. You'll both be okay."

You nodded, knowing Eddie would listen. The memory had shaken you, and Eddie would notice, so you needed some time before you had your movie date. At least he was with his band for a few more hours beforehand.

"Yeah. I'll, uh, let you guys know how it goes. Say hi to Nancy and the boys for me! I'm off to go see my gremlin child."

"Your gremlin child?" Steve echoed, raising his brows. You grinned.

"Dustin!"

"That's my child!"

You laughed yourself out of the store, listening to Steve shout his irate questions after you.

~❊~

You rapped on the Hendersons' front door. Dustin whipped it open, shouting something to his mother further inside, but his words dissolved into a joyful shout of your name as he flung his arms around you.

"You're back!"

"So are you! How's Suzie?"

Dustin grinned, almost bashful. "She's great! I told her all about you. She wants to meet you, she says you sound like a fantasy character come to life!"

You laughed. "Eddie says the same thing, I'm guessing they'd get along just fine."

Dustin giggled, the kind of giggle that meant he knew something you didn't. You narrowed your eyes.

"Alright, what's he planning?"

"Planning?" Dustin asked innocently. "Nothing. Not that I know of. No plans. Nothing at all."

"You are such a bad liar, Dustin Henderson."

"I am not, Eddie taught me!"

You snorted. "Which is exactly why I know those tells, Dusty. Ed can't hide anything from me." Dustin smirked, his gaze flicking over your shoulder. Realization dawned on you. "He's right behind me, isn't he?"

Tattooed arms swooped around your waist, lifting you into the air. You shrieked as he put you back down, his head resting on your shoulder. "Miss me?" he asked in your ear.

You responded with a grin and a quick peck to his cheek. You turned in his arms, draping your own over his shoulders. "What are you up to, mister?"

He pouted playfully. "No hello?"

You put your hands on either side of his face, thumbs resting above the pale, hardly visible scars left on his cheeks, and put your foreheads together. "Hello, Eddie Munson." You closed your eyes as he kissed you softly and pulled you into one of those warm bear hugs you missed during the school year. "I missed you."

He smiled, pulling back to see your face and brush hair out of your eyes. "If you didn't, I'd be worried."

"No need to worry, believe me." You pulled him back into a hug. "I thought you were rehearsing with the band."

"They practically shoved me out the door when I told them we had a date. So Dustin here helped me set up a little surprise."

You glanced back at Dustin. "How on earth did you two know I'd come visit Dustin?"

"You're a creature of habit," Dustin said matter-of-factly, "and you always come to visit."

"'Course I do, I gotta visit the kid I've got shared custody with," you said, ruffling his hair.

"'Shared custody' is not how you say you're his mom, sweetheart," Eddie laughed.

You smirked. "Oh, sure, but we've gotta share him with Steve."

Eddie rolled his eyes. "Not my kid!"

"You both say that, you know that right?" You glanced at Dustin. "They're gonna fight over you for the rest of your life, just so you know."

"I'm sure," Dustin sighed.

"You like me better, right?" Eddie asked, grinning mischievously over your shoulder.

Dustin paled and hurried to close the door. "You guys should really, really get to your date! You know, um, it's been a while, I'm sure you really want to, uh, kiss and—and watch a movie or—or something. Like that."

Eddie frowned at you. "Since when does he endorse us kissing?"

You laughed. "I'm pretty sure he's just trying to stay out of you and Steve's custody argument."

Eddie slung an arm around your waist, pulling you down the road toward the trailer park. "Kid's right, though. We should get to our date." You leaned on him, murmuring your agreement. "You got a movie picked out?"

You held up the copy of Dead Poets Society. "Yup!"

He raised his brows. "Sweetheart, am I gonna fall asleep during this one?"

"You better not. It's my favorite thing since, well..." You looked at him with a smile. "Since you."

He whistled. "Damn! It's been since '65 since you found something you liked? That's rough."

You rolled your eyes. "Not since you were born, you idiot. Since we met."

"Still a good ten or so years since then," he said.

"Ah, well. Let's just say every day with you has been like discovering my favorite thing all over again."

Eddie beamed. "You sap."

"You love it and can't pretend otherwise, I know you too well."

He kissed your cheek. "Yes, yes you do." He glanced at the movie again. "And now I've been replaced with a movie!"

"Not a movie, but maybe a fictional character."

Eddie dramatically smacked a hand into his chest, feigning offense. "Excuse you." You giggled. "Last I checked, fictional characters could not write you songs and play them for you. And they couldn't hold your hand." He laced his fingers through yours as if to prove his point.

You wrapped your free arm around his waist. "Alright, alright—the real thing is infinitely better."

He beamed. "Are you going to keep that opinion while we watch this?"

You looked up at him. "With this beautiful face in front of me? How could I not?"

"Sap."

"You like it."

~❊~

"Mr. Perry, will you read the opening paragraph of the preface entitled Understanding Poetry?" said Professor Keating, sitting in his onscreen classroom.

In a bored voice, Neil complied, reading, "Understanding Poetry, by Dr. J. Evans Pritchard, PhD. 'To fully understand poetry, we must first be fluent with its meter, rhyme, and figures of speech, then ask two questions. One: how artfully has the objective of the poem been rendered? And two: how important is that objective? Question one rates the poem's perfection, question two rates its importance, and once these questions have been answered, determining the poem's greatness become's a relatively simple matter."

Keating had, by now, gotten up in front of his bored students and now stood before the chalkboard.

"If the poem's score for perfection is plotted on the horizontal of a graph," continued Neil, as Keating drew what he spoke of on the board, "and its importance on the vertical, then calculating the total area of the poem yields its greatness." Neil looked up as Meeks copied down the graph Keating was drawing. "A sonnet by Byron might score high on the vertical, but only average on the horizontal. A Shakespearean sonnet, on the other hand, would score high both horizontally and vertically, yielding a massive total area, thereby revealing the poem to be truly great. As you proceed through the poetry in this book, practice this rating method. As your ability to rate poems in this manner grows, so will—so will your enjoyment and understanding of poetry."

Eddie turned to stare at you. "Are they serious? Is that what we were taught?"

You hushed him and pointed to Keating, who had at last faced his class.

"Excrement," he announced. "That's what I think of Mr. J. Evans Pritchard. We're not laying pipe. We're talking about poetry. How can you describe poetry like American bandstand? 'Well, I like Byron, I give him a 42, but I can't dance to it!'" mocked Keating, getting a laugh out of his students. Meeks was crossing out his copied diagram. "Now I want you to rip out that page."

The class grew deadly silent.

"Go on!" Keating prompted. "Rip out the entire page! You heard me: rip it out. Rip it out! Come on! Rip it out!"

Dalton slowly tore his page from his book.

"Thank you, Mr. Dalton! Gentlemen, tell you what: don't just rip out that page, rip out the entire introduction. I want it gone, history! Leave nothing of it! Rip it out, rip! Be gone, J. Evans Pritchard, PhD! Rip, shred, tear, rip it out! I want to hear nothing but ripping of Mr. Pritchard! We'll perforate it and put it on a roll! It's not the Bible, you're not gonna go to Hell for this! Make a clean tear, I want nothing left of it."

Meeks, ever the academic, turned to Neil. "We shouldn't be doing this—"

"Rip, rip, rip!" urged Neil, turning Meeks back around in his chair.

The classroom was filled with ripping and giggling as the boys tore the pages out of their books, some more messily than others.

Eddie looked delighted. "A teacher is encouraging students to deface books," he said gleefully.

In burst another teacher, Mr. McAllister. "What the hell is going on here?" he demanded, and the class turned to stare at him, their joy and amusement fading quickly.

"I don't hear enough rips!" announced Keating as he returned with a wastepaper basket, just before he saw the other teacher.

"Mr. Keating," Mr. McAllister said.

"Mr. McAllister," said Keating, still wearing his smile.

"I'm sorry, I— I didn't know you were here."

Keating spread his arms. "I am."

"Ah. So you are." McAllister's discomfort was growing, much to the pleasure of the students. "Excuse me." He slowly backed out of the classroom once more.

Keating walked between desks, taking the ripped pages in his basket. "Keep ripping, gentleman! This is a battle, a war, and the casualties could be your hearts and souls! Thank you, Mr. Dalton. Armies of academics going forward, measuring poetry. No! We will not have that here, no more of Mr. J. Evans Pritchard. Now, my class, you will learn to think for yourselves again! You will learn to savor words and language! No matter what anybody tells you, words and ideas can change the world. I see that look in Mr. Pitts' eye, like nineteenth century literature has nothing to do with going to business school or medical school. Right? Maybe. Mr. Hopkins, you may agree with him, thinking, Yes, we should simply study our Mr. Pritchard, and learn our rhyme and meter and go quietly about the business of achieving other ambitions. A little secret for you—huddle up. Huddle up!"

The class leaned in.

"We don't read and write poetry because it's cute. We read and write poetry because we are members of the human race! And the human race is filled with passion. Medicine, law, business, engineering—these are noble pursuits, and necessary to sustain life, but poetry, beauty, romance, love! These are what we stay alive for! To quote from Whitman, 'Oh me! Oh life! of the questions of these recurring, Of the endless trains of the faithless, of cities fill’d with the foolish / What good amid these, O me, O life?' Answer that you are here. That life exists, and identity. That the powerful play goes on, and you may contribute a verse. That the powerful play goes on, and you may contribute a verse. What will your verse be?"

Eddie leaned toward you. "Okay," he admitted. "I see why you like this movie."

You let your hand, wrapped around his shoulders, drift through his hair, a wistful look on your face. "Imagine if we'd had a teacher like Mr. Keating."

Eddie snorted. "I would have passed. I would have paid attention. I like this guy!"

You laughed. "Is it just because you want to rip pages out of a textbook?”

He grinned. "Maaaaybe."

~❊~

Contrary to Eddie's initial skepticism, he seemed to enjoy Dead Poets Society immensely, particularly the part where the kids all shouted at the top of their lungs and stood on tables. He cackled loudly while he watched, drawing a giddy smile from you.

While Neil performed, Eddie turned to you. "Okay, I like this movie."

You grinned, hoping his opinion wouldn't change in the next ten minutes. It, of course, did.

"WHAT?! Y/N, HOW DO YOU LIKE THIS MOVIE?"

"Um—"

Eddie turned to you, in visible distress. "He—! He just—! He died! His father was a dick, so he—" He groaned, shoving his head into your shoulder. "I don't like this anymore."

You held him closer, holding your own tears back. "I know. It's got a horrible ending. I really don't know why they chose to end it the way they did."

"This may be the saddest movie you have ever shown me," he complained, his words and tears muffled by your shirt and shoulder. "How can you like this movie?"

You shrugged. "Well, I mean...it's poetry, and it's Robin Williams, and it's about refusing to conform so it reminds me of you, and it reminds me that life is fleeting so why not make the most of it before it's over, and it's like this...this realizing why people are important and that they even are important to you and how hard it is to go on without them. And that just kind of...resonates with me."

Eddie lifted his head. "Did you have that list prepared?"

"Kind of?"

He sat up fully. "It reminds you of me?"

"Well, yeah. You stand on desks a lot and you like to be loud and you're passionate about the things you love. You'd fit right in at Wheaton."

Eddie snorted, then started to laugh. "Y/N, look at me." He spread his arms, gesturing to the tattoos, band tee, and rings.

"Okay, okay, fine, not entirely," you laughed. "You're too you for that kind of school, but you get my point. You're unapologetically you, and that's what this movie reminds me of."

Eddie pulled you up to stand with him, swaying in place to music only he could hear. "And...what about that last part on your list. The important people part."

"That...reminds me of you, too," you admitted. "I... After everything we've been through and done together, you're my favorite person. I trust you the most, I love you the most, I am most myself with you. I can't really imagine life without you, and those few weeks I did spend without you, not knowing if you'd be waiting for me when I came back to your bedside..." Your head slumped until your forehead rested on his chest. Eddie's arms curled tightly around you.

"You're thinking about the hospital." It wasn't a question or a guess. He knew, just as he always did.

You nodded. "I was so scared I'd come back from the bathroom or a food run or checking up on Dustin and some doctor would tell me you'd gone while I was away. I couldn't bear the thought of living without you." You reached up, touching the tiny scars littering his jawline and cheeks. There were more, these more severe, covering his sides, reminders of what he'd gone through and what he had almost lost.

"You didn't lose me," he said. "I'm right here. I'm okay, I promise."

"I know that, it's just..." You sighed and pushed the words out. "Are you serious, Eddie? About the future. About...our future."

Eddie cupped your face in his hands. "If you're asking me if I'm going to stay with you forever, of course I am." He lifted your face, kissing you gently. "I know I might have seemed delirious, or desperate, or scared, or just plain insane, but I recall asking you to marry me in the Upside Down."

You remembered. Your heart had just about dropped to the ground when he'd said it. As you'd lifted him up with Dustin's help through the rift in his trailer, then climbed up yourself and hobbled to Max's trailer to borrow her car, Eddie had slumped onto your shoulder, had said "You don't have to save me, but I'm glad that you are. Will you marry me?" in the same breath, and then promptly passed out from blood loss. He hadn't woken up after that, and nothing was every said about his impromptu proposal after he woke up for another year, when you mentioned it in passing.

"You know, that was one of the most unromantic proposals I'd ever heard."

He made a face. "Have many men proposed to you?"

You rolled your eyes. "No, but I am a regular romance movie watcher. Usually there's a ring, some flowers, and crying."

"You were crying."

"I was ugly crying because you were gonna die and you were bleeding to death on my shoulder."

He sighed. "Okay, fine, I'll re-propose if that's what you want, and I'll make it as sappy as possible. But the point still stands. I wanted to marry you then, and I still do now."

"Like...now now?"

"Now as in now or in the future, sweetheart," Eddie said, looking into your eyes as if he could see your soul. He brushed his thumb across your cheekbone. "Don't you worry. I'm not leaving you. I asked you to marry me, and you can answer that question whenever you're ready, so I am more than prepared to spend forever with you." He pressed his mouth to your forehead.

You looked at him as his lips left your skin. "So if I were to say yes...after college, could we move in together?"

A grin started to pull at the side of Eddie's mouth. "You serious?" You nodded. "Absolutely. Absolutely we could live together."

"Then start house shopping," you said, "because here I am, saying yes."

Eddie beamed, and it was the largest grin you had seen in a very, very long time.

~❊~

When you stopped into Family Video to return the movie the next day, wearing one of Eddie's rings, Robin caught on immediately and started screaming.

"OH MY GOD, ARE YOU GETTING MARRIED?!"

You giggled, showing off your hand. "It's a temporary ring because it was kind of impromptu again, but—"

"AGAIN?" Steve demanded.

"Well, he proposed to me in the Upside Down but he was bleeding out so he passed out immediately after and I never got to answer, and—"

Steve took you by your shoulders and made you sit on one of the stools behind the desk. "Alright, that's it. You're telling the story from the beginning."

You laughed. "Well, it all started in 1979, when I met Eddie in our freshman year of high school—"

"Y/N!" Steve and Robin yelled.

"Alright, alright, fine. So it was just when the movie ended that we started to get serious and talk about it..."

"You mean after Neil died you had this conversation?"

"You wanted me to do it before?!"

"Steve, shut up and tell the story!"

Maybe Hawkins had gone back to its regular old self, and maybe you were floating through life with Eddie's ring on your finger, but these two certainly hadn't changed. It was a reassuring thought.

☞ ❊ ☜

Stranger Things // Eddie Munson

[selfcarecap]

Kiss It Better [p.p]

pairing: Peter Parker x reader

summary: Peter tries to prevent you from making a bad decision with your boyfriend-of-one-week. Little does he know, he’s got it all figured out wrong.

warning: mentions of sex, swearing probably, sad and jealous Peter but you know me there’s a happy ending, the paragraphs in italics are flashbacks

word count: 2.5k

-this is a repost of an old fic (i didn’t remember this fic but i actually really like it atwjshsj)-

Peter waits for you on your roof for a few minutes before he hears your beautiful voice fill the street.

A guy from college invited basically all the students to his house for a party. You’d been eager to go but Peter had more important duties.

Just as he felt like he’d done a thorough job for the night and was about to join you at the party, he received a text from you that you were leaving.

He didn’t really care about the party, he cared more about spending time with you, so he was going to surprise you and hang out a bit at your place.

However, as he watches you walk down your street, he sees you’re not alone.

Making you laugh, walking way too close to you, is this guy from one of your classes, Harry.

Why are you with him? And why are you two talking like you’ve known each other for years and standing so close?

Maybe he’s just walking you home, it is kind of late after all, that must be it. But that doesn’t explain the vivid conversation. He’s never seen the two of you interact. Ever. And all of a sudden you’re close.

Peter’s watching from high up as Harry steps in front of your door with you.

“Can I kiss you?” Harry asks. Peter’s sure you’ll say no. Harry’s got no chance, you barely know each other.

It happens in slow motion as you nod, standing up on your tippy-toes - damn, he’s tall, taller than Peter. You smile at Harry and peck his lips softly. Peter looks away.

“Would you like to go on a date sometime?” Harry smiles. Peter hates his advanced hearing right now.

He hates that you reply after a split second, “Yes, for sure.”

You say your goodbyes and you throw Harry a stupidly adorable smile before disappearing to go up to your apartment.

What now? Harry’s gone, also stupidly smiling. Peter doesn’t want to hang out with you anymore. He’d cry from jealousy.

Peter expects a call from you or a text. You tell each other everything, so of course you’d tell him about your night and more importantly your kiss with Harry.

It’d break his heart even more, to hear you gushing about it. But as far as Peter’s aware, you’re oblivious to his crush on you, so you have no reason not to tell him.

He waits for five whole minutes. No messages. No calls. He swings home with a bad feeling in his stomach and his heart a little heavier in his chest.

Peter knows he’s got no right to decide about who you kiss. But he developed feelings for you from early on in your friendship. He waited too long to tell you about it, you’ve become such good friends that he doesn’t want to sacrifice it.

Now he regrets it more than ever.

*

Peter’s plan to avoid you at school doesn’t really work. You had a few classes together and now you’re sitting together at lunch, along with Ned.

It’s Monday morning so no one’s got the energy to talk throughout the whole break.

But Peter can feel the nervous/excited energy radiate off of you. You haven’t really touched your food and you keep glancing at everyone, trying to start a conversation.

You catch him staring at you and decide to finally talk.

“So where were you on Saturday? You really missed out.”

“Yeah?” Peter tries not to sound as passive-aggressive as he wants to be, “What was so special about it?”

“The party itself wasn’t really all that. But I talked to Harry, the guy from our chemistry class?” You wait for Peter’s reaction. He nods, looking down at his food.

“Well, yeah, we talked a lot. He‘s really nice.”

You seem to notice Peter’s lack of interest and don’t talk more until Ned asks you to continue.

“Harry and I are going on a date tonight.”

“On a Monday?” Peter spits.

“What’s wrong with Monday?”

“Nothing.” Is that all he’s going to say? He wouldn’t know what else to say, and he can’t just tell you how he really feels right now.

You scratch your neck and get up, “I have to catch up on homework, see you later.”

*

Give it one week and you and Harry are acting like two stupid lovebirds, all for Peter to see. Or maybe he‘s just staring too much.

Either way, it hurts.

He’s watching you two from across the hall. Your fingers graze Harry’s and Peter hears you whisper, “Tonight?”

“Yes. Can’t wait.”

“Did you get the…” Harry nods at you knowingly. What? Did he get the what? What word wouldn’t you want to say out loud in the hallway?

...

Condoms.

Oh no no no--

Peter can handle you two flirting in front of his eyes. Not without a little jab at his heart after every word - but he can somehow survive that. But not the thought of you sleeping with Harry. Not after you’ve known him for a week. Just no.

He has to stop you.

Peter hurries towards you, throwing an arm over Harry’s shoulders and one over yours, startling the two of you.

“Hey, you two! You doing something tonight?”

You look at Harry, “Yes actually.”

“Cool, can I join?” You’ve never been able to say no to Peter’s puppy eyes that he’s currently giving you his best version of.

This time it’s Harry who speaks, “It’s a date kind of thing, sorry, dude.”

“Oh that‘s fine, you two won‘t even notice me.” He’s giving you serious puppy eyes now, which is probably the reason why you can’t look into his eyes when you shoot him down.

“Sorry, Peter. Not tonight. We‘ve been planning this and it‘s just us two.”

Peter doesn’t want you to be mad at him, so he stops pestering you for now, which doesn’t mean that he’s giving up.

“Okay, have fun then. Maybe next time.”

You give him a grateful smile for dropping it and walk away, hand-in-hand with Harry.

Peter groans internally. It’s evident that your and Harry’s relationship has been fast-paced, kissing the same day that you talked to each other for the first time, and walking together as an official couple in public already.

But sex is different. Peter knows you’ve never done it before, and he always dreamt of experiencing his first time with you. Right now it’s not about him though, he only wants to stop you from making a decision you’ll regret. You should not trust Harry enough for this yet. How can you think this is a good idea?

*

Not even five minutes after Harry rings your doorbell, Peter does the same. He’s been following Harry all day, just to make sure.

You let him in and watch expectantly as he sprints up the stairs.

“Peter?” You say loudly enough so Harry inside the apartment can hear.

You’re wearing sleep shorts and a tank top, but he can see a lacy bra strap peeking out. Lingerie?

Peter invites himself in, walking to your room but he sees Harry in the living room, bedsheets spread out on the fluffy carpet.

Of course. Your bed is a single bed, not exactly enough room for two people to roll around on. But your living room carpet is big and comfortable enough.

Harry coughs as Peter walks in, hiding something under the sheets.

Before either of them say anything, you scuffle into the living room, huffing, “Peter, why are you here? I told you we wanted to be alone tonight.”

“What’s more important is, what are you two doing here?” Peter grabs hold of the sheets, pulling them up into the air quickly, expecting condoms, maybe lube.

He blinks. Confused.

“Star Wars DVDs?”

You and Harry throw each other a look.

“So.. you’re not having sex?” Peter cringes at himself.

“What? No- why would you think that?”

“I- I don’t know, I overheard you two and it sounded a lot like it..”

“Is that why you‘re here?” You ask.

“Yeah I..” he can’t make his crush obvious now, you might not be sleeping together but Harry is still your boyfriend, “I just... I wanted to make sure you‘re not making a huge mistake by sleeping with a guy you barely know. That’s what … friends are for.”

“If I did want to sleep with him, then you wouldn‘t have any say in it,” you argue.

“I know that. But I also know you. And I knew that it couldn‘t be that you were going to sleep with Harry,” who’s sitting there, staring out of the window while you and Peter are lowkey arguing, “but I thought you said you were going to do it, that sounded so… weird to me that I needed to check up on you.”

You take a deep breath and seem over it. You don’t want Peter to think he has the right to make decisions about your body, but you can’t argue with what he’s said.

“So,” Peter wonders, “why were you being so secretive and weird about Star Wars?”

Now Harry’s looking again. Looking guilty.

“We‘ve never watched any of the films,” you answer.

Peter’s speechless. Mouth hanging open. You try to defend yourself quickly.

“See. Especially as your best friend, I knew how you‘d react. I remember you were once being super serious about how you wouldn‘t be friends with anyone who hasn‘t seen Star Wars. So I always played along, pretending to know what you were talking about. I would have told you but I’ve pretended that for such a long time now that I was embarrassed to admit the truth.”

“I must have been like twelve when I said that. On a serious note, I couldn‘t care less if you‘ve seen Star Wars. But if it‘s so important for you to watch it, we could‘ve watched it together.”

“It was only important to me because of you.”

You and Peter share a moment. It’s interrupted by Harry, “So are we or are we not watching Star Wars now? Because the popcorn‘s ready.”

You take Peter’s hand, despite your boyfriend sitting only a few feet away, “Do you want to join us? I’d love to watch Star Wars with you.”

Peter sits between you and Harry as you watch the first film.

You keep glancing at Peter, which annoys him at first - you’re supposed to be watching the film, not him! - but then he’s also grateful that you’re paying so much attention to him. He’s barely spent time with you lately.

*

You’re all alone on the top floor of the party host’s house. The party’s going on downstairs, but without Peter, you don’t really feel like participating.

Speaking of him, you spot a framed Star Wars poster on the wall. He loves those films so much.

“I‘ve never watched it. Is that bad?“ A voice comes from behind you.

You turn around and see Harry, a classmate you’ve never really talked to before. “Huh?”

“Star Wars.”

“Don’t tell anyone but I haven‘t seen any of the films either. I know a few things, but only from conversation,” you say.

“Finally an ally. Everyone hates me for not having watched it before.”

You smile at him, “My best friend Peter would freak out if he knew I haven’t seen them.”

He smiles back, “We have chemistry, right?”

“What?”

“At college?”

“Oh. Yes, yeah we do.“

You give him another polite smile, not sure where the conversation is going.

“This might be a total shot in the dark,” he says, “but would you want to watch the films together? You seem really nice and it would be cool to have someone to watch them with who doesn’t judge me because it’s my first time.”

You agree right there, and somehow end up talking the whole night. You two could become friends.

*

“Hey, Pete. Can you do me a favour?” You’re finally hanging out again, at his place.

“Always.”

“Can you kiss me?” You say it so nonchalantly, he’s not sure how to react.

“You have a boyfriend.”

“I felt so out of place last week during that Star Wars thing,” Harry explains, “Like I was third-wheeling even though I’m your boyfriend. You know, maybe we should just be friends?”

“I didn‘t mean to make you feel excluded. I‘m sorry,” you frown.

“Don‘t be. I know you didn‘t do it on purpose. But clearly you and Peter are or at least should be something more than friends. I don‘t want to come between you two.”

“So friends?”

“Friends.”

“I’m not with Harry anymore,” you tell Peter. He tries to stop himself from grinning, “Oh no. How come?”

“We realised we’re better off as friends. Now can you kiss me?”

“Oh, um. Yeah okay.”

You scoot closer to him. Peter leans forward too.

You meet him halfway before he gives you a quick peck on the lips, he stays close to see your reaction.

Slowly opening your eyes, you bite your lip.

“Woah. So that‘s what a kiss is supposed to feel like?”

“But you‘ve kissed Harry before,” blegh, “I don‘t understand?”

“I realised that I don‘t think I ever really liked him... like that. I should have known that from the start.”

“Why did you say yes to being his girlfriend then?”

“No one‘s ever asked me on a date before, so it was exciting. And I have a bit of a problem differentiating between friendship and feelings that go beyond that, I guess,” you hint, but he’s not sure you’re talking about him.

“Back to the kiss, why was kissing me so much better? What was different about the kiss?”

“I felt.. stuff”

“Stuff?”

“Yeah like butterflies. And emotions. And I want to do it again. I kissed Harry like three times, and it was just like kissing a wall. I never had the desire to do it. He didn‘t force me. But it never felt good for me. Not bad but like I said not desirable either.”

“And.. I made you feel better?” Peter wants to hear you say it.

“Yeah, you did,” you nod shyly.

“Let‘s do it again, then.”

“No, Peter, wait. H-how do you feel about this? About me?”

“I feel the same. The kiss was amazing. But I‘ve known that I liked you for a while.”

“You have?” you grin.

“Yeah, it broke my heart, seeing you with Harry.”

“Oh, I’m sorry,” you pout, visibly hurt at hurting Peter, “D’you think I can... kiss it better?”

“Guess, we’ll have to make out to find out.”

You grin before pressing your lips back against his.

[neesieiumz]

6 Months {Izuku Midoriya x Reader}

(Pro-hero!Izuku Midoriya x Former Pro-hero!Reader)

[PART ONE] [PART TWO]

L E A V E.

Summary: You were done. Done with everything. So what do you do? You move on. What's new? What's old? And who makes an even bigger space in your heart?

A/n: So this isn't based on another song, well technically it's still based on Sorry, but it's more like a part two to sorry than it being it's own separate part, you feel me? I know it took longer than expected, but there were so many paths I wanted to take and I didnt feel like rushing it. I really wanted to focus on flashbacks for this final part, your decision to leave the pro-hero scene, when Izuku and Melissa started to see each other... etc... I always made a gateway... in case I wanted to continue you and someone else's romance if I ever felt like it... So enjoy!

Support me on Kofi! Commissions are open!

Word Count: 8.0k

Warnings: Implied NFSW, but no deed is actually done, light drinking, (all in good fun)

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Falling into your mother’s arms, you spilled everything from last night and this morning. On how you eavesdropped on his conversation, the confrontations from both this morning and at the brunch. Your father wasn’t home, left earlier this morning for his job. Both you and your brother moved out not too long after high school, him going on to college to become an engineer, and you moving into an apartment with Mina and Jirou while you worked for the same hero agency. Your mother was your closest confidant, she was the only one who could come to mind to tell her about what happened. She just held you, rocking you as you cried, cried about your broken marriage, and seeing the girl your husband abandoned you for. You cried about how both she, your dad, and your brother were right. How you should have never listened to him about giving up everything you worked so hard for. She held you in her loving arms, whispering sweet things in your ear.

“I should have listened to you,” you sobbed, holding one of the throw pillows close to you as you sat up on your couch, leaving her hold on you.

Your dress was bunched up to your knees so you pulled the wrinkled material out from under you as you shifted around on your mother’s leather couch. She pulled you into one last hug, the warm embrace making silent tears fall down your face. Your mom pushed the braids falling out of your now-loose bun from your tear-stricken face. Continuing to caress your face slowly, her slightly rough hands provided a familiar comfort from your childhood.

“This is not your fault, you can not blame yourself for his infidelity, nor can you blame yourself for sticking by your husband’s side and decisions. You did what you thought was right and absolutely no one can give you shit for believing in your marriage.” Her soft voice provides extra comfort to you.

“WHAT?!?”

You were in your family home, six years ago. You still had a couple of bandages around your face and arms. Recently, you just completed physical therapy, nearly regaining full control over your limbs. The fight you had was brutal, nearly leveled the entire city. However, you came out successful from it, even if it put you out of commission for over a year. However, since you’ve woken up, you and Izuku have been having intense conversations about the two of you and your futures together, which led you to the decision you’ve made today.

“YOU’RE RETIRING?!?!” Your brother yelled, standing up swiftly out of his chair.

You took a deep breath, keeping your head down as you nodded your head. It was just you, your parents, and your brother here, Izuku currently being in the top 25 heroes, had a lot of work to do so he could join you as you broke the news to them.

“Izuku and I have been talking and seeing how fast he’s going in the Hero Charts. This incident caused us to do some major thinking. The two of us worrying about each other on the job isn’t healthy. Having two heroes in a relationship, especially two who are going as high in the ranks as us as quickly as we are. Considering how there are a lot more people expecting Izuku to go higher since he’s All Might’s prodigy. So, I’ll be retiring and helping Izuku with his career from the sidelines.”

You let out another deep breath as you finished your monologue, your fingers twitching in your lap. You knew this was a decision your family wasn’t going to agree with, after all, it’s not like you don’t have your legacy to meet up with. Your mother, before Miruko, was the highest-ranked female pro hero in all of Japan. You had her legacy to go after since your brother decided to go into the family business with pro-hero gear.

“You can’t be serious!! After everything, you’ve worked for?!?! You’re just gonna give it up BECAUSE IZUKU SAID SO?!”

Your brother was the most pissed, after all, it was always both you and his plan that the two of you would live up to our parent’s legacy. He would become the best support gear inventor and you would become the best pro hero. So saying this puts a damper on the dreams you both had.

“You had one bad fight with a villain, but the doctors said you’re going to be cleared right?” You nodded your head at his question, “so why? Why would you need to retire after that one fight?!”

“Izuku proposed.”

Gasps of shock flew from heri mouths, you smiled sadly as you pulled your hand from under the other, revealing the small, silver ring with the pure cut diamond sitting perfectly in the middle of it.

“He’s the love of my life, and he’s the man who I want to spend the rest of my life with… to have kids with. We both understand how difficult this job is, and we both know how much I wanted to become a pro hero, but since he’s my endgame… something had to give. And so I did.”

Next was your father, having raised you since you were 3 years old. He saw how much you looked up to your mother, and to your grandmother as well. You come from a line from female pro heroes, and it was always your dream to continue that. He’s always supported you throughout the years, remembering all the times the two of you would work in his workshop on new hero gear, both with your brother and without as well.

“Y/n, don’t you think you’re rushing into this decision? This is everything you’ve been working for, and you’re gonna throw it away?”

“I know your concerns but this is for the best for me and him. I know being a pro hero was what I wanted, but…” you trailed off, looking away from your trembling hands.

Your mother, who was sitting beside you, could only stare at your trembling hands. Almost reminds her of the time she told her mother who she was marrying. How nervous she was, not because she was putting her career on the back burner, but because of what happened the last time she decided to pursue a romantic relationship with someone. She got you out of it, but it was still a painful journey. She took a deep breath, before shifting herself to where you were. She placed her hand on top of your own, making you look down at them before slowly turning your head to look at her.

“Are you happy?”

The question caught everyone off guard, their heads turning towards your mother. You slowly nodded your head, smiling at all the memories you’ve made with Izuku. When you first met as a transfer student, your first date and everything else.

“Yeah Mom, I’m happy.”

You took a deep breath, leaning forward as you shook the memory out of your head.

Meanwhile, your mom tried to lighten the mood, “Well, let’s hope your father doesn’t get to him… you know he doesn’t play about you… or your brother either.”

“He won’t be able to land a hit on him unless Izuku lets him.”

“Well, he better let him then!”

You laughed out loud at that, throwing your head back against the back of the couch. You could feel your mom get off the couch, leaning up as she headed to the dining table. Looking through the papers stacked on the wooden table, she pulled out a business card before walking back to where you were still seated on the couch. Your mom sat back down in her original seat, before handing you the same card of laminated cardboard paper.

Renai Miya, divorce attorney at law.

“Renai is a good friend of mine, she gave me that in case anyone I knew was getting advice soon. I’m sure she didn’t expect my daughter but I’m sure she’ll be able to help you out.”

You looked over at your mother, who just gave you another knowing smile. She just rubbed at your shoulders in comfort as you pulled out your phone.

---

Izuku was sitting at his office, ignoring the texts from both Shoto and Katsuki. After the argument and confrontation from this morning, he decided to stay in the office today and complete some overdue paperwork. Typing away on his computer, his mind began to shift from the email he was sent to the hero commission to the argument that happened between him, Kacchan, and Shoto.

“I’m sorry, YOUR WIFE JUST TRIED TO KILL YOU! We don’t know what would have happened if we hadn't come when we did!” Katsuki yelled, throwing his jacket off of his body.

“Izuku, this is a serious matter. We need to know what happened,” Shoto explained next, kneeling in front of Izuku’s crouching figure.

Izuku just shook his head, diving his head into the insides of his elbows. Shoto and Katsuki looked at each other, the concern shining in their eyes. They looked back at their trembling friend, who was now starting to rock back and forth while whispering “I fucked up.” over and over again.

“Izuku,” Katsuki started tentatively, “what did you do?”

Izuku stopped trembling and his rocking ceased as he raised his head slowly, locking eyes with his childhood friend. Katsuki’s leg began moving up and down in anticipation, waiting for him to say something.

“I don’t want to report this, trust me. So just pretend you never saw that.” That was all he said before standing up, pushing past them.

Izuku shook his head, focusing back on his emails. He sent the long paragraph he was typing, after making sure there were grammatical or spelling errors. He then leaned back against his office chair, throwing his head back. A gross, yet very familiar feeling was arising from his stomach, it was slimy, it was painful, it was guilt. He felt guilty, remembering how his wife looked at him at breakfast and right before she left. How the look in her eyes felt more painful than other villains could ever inflict on him.

Closing his eyes, his mind slowly drifted to a memory, a memory from three months ago.

It was dark, and Izuku was tired, so very tired from the shift he worked. However, he needed to do this. He needed to end whatever the hell he and Melissa had. The way they were conversing over private messages was getting too much. In a week would be his wedding Anniversary, and how his wife, Y/n, surprised him, reminded him about what he and Melissa had.

And how wrong it was.

He wore a black, sleeveless turtleneck, paired with a dark coat along with dark jeans. He had fake glasses on his face and his curly was positioned to cover his face so people wouldn’t recognize him. He kept his head forward as he approached the apartment complex Melissa mentioned she was moving into. After living on I-island for all of her life, she wanted a change of pace, especially since what happened with her father way back when. So she got a job as a top hero support inventor at the company where Izuku got his extra gear from. Since it’s also where Hatsume worked as well. He opened the door and walked into the lobby. He looked around the expensive-looking area, seeing the receptionist, and only one other person sitting on the complementary couch talking on the phone. He walked to the receptionist, who greeted him with a smile.

“Are you here to see someone?”

He nodded and gave his fake name, the one he told Melissa he’d be using, along with the apartment number that she gave him. The receptionist simply smiled before typing in her computer, before reaching over to the phone and pressing a couple of the buttons. Izuku could hear someone pick up, a muffled voice through the phone.

“Yes, Ms. Shield, A Iseada L/n is here to see you.”

Izuku took a deep breath, hearing the fake name he gave along with his wife’s maiden name. The receptionist gave off acknowledging hums to the person on the phone, who Izuku knew was Melissa. He rocked himself against his heels, feeling his fingers twitch around in his pockets.

“Alright, I’ll send him right up!” She ended the call, placing the phone back in its holder.

She then smiled at Izuku before pointing at the elevators behind him, “you can use an elevator. Ms. Shield lives on the fifth floor.”

Izuku nodded and thanked her before turning around to the elevators. He picked on towards the left and stepped inside of it, waiting for it to close before choosing the button that said “five.” The doors closed as generic elevator music played throughout the rising mechanical box. Izuku sighed, pulling off the fake glasses, before pushing his curls out of his face.

Third floor…

Fourth floor…

The elevator dinged as the door opened, revealing the fifth floor. Izuku stepped out of the elevator, using the signs on the walls to find his way to Melissa’s apartment. Walking past all the other doors, of the patrons of the apartment, who were currently sleeping to the world. Unaware that their number one hero was sneaking past them, claiming to be ending an illicit relationship.” Seeing the apartment number up ahead, Izuu could feel his heart beat faster. Taking another deep breath, he stopped right in front of the pitch-black door. Swallowing his spit, he closed his eyes before knocking on the door a couple of times. Almost immediately after he knocked, the door opened, causing Izuku’s eyes to shoot open, jumping back a little as Melissa stepped into the doorframe. Izuku was about to speak when his eyes drifted down to what she was wearing. It was a simple white t-shirt, ending right at her upper thigh. Izuku licked his dry lips, before looking back up at Melissa’s face who was giving him a knowing smile, that looked smug as well.

“Izuku,” her usually peachy tone came out a little subtle, silky and sultry, “I’m so happy to see you after so long. Come in.”

Izuku simply nodded as Messlia stepped to the side, allowing him to enter her expensive apartment, which could be classified as a penthouse. Izuku looked around, his eyes landing on all the decorations around her living room. He walked toward her wall, where she hung pictures. There were pictures of Melissa with her dad, her mom, All Might, and a couple of her friends from I-island. He continued looking around, before his eyes landing on a picture of the two of them, back when he was a first-year.

“You were so short back then,” Izuku heard Melissa say, as she came to stand next to him.

Izuku just nodded, continuing to look at the frames. He was enveloped in the nostalgia he was facing when he didn’t even notice Melissa coming up behind him. He only noticed her when he felt a hand coming up around his waist. He froze, his heart pounding away in his ears. She then stood right behind him, before pressing up against his back next, her hands now circling his waist.

“Melissa…” he started, feeling her fingers mess with his zipper and belt under his overcoat jacket.

God, was she wearing anything under that shirt? He could feel her breasts, her hardened nipples pressing against his back. He took another deep breath, licking his lips before moving his hands to where her own was and prying them off his belt, just as she was beginning to unbuckle it.

“Melissa, we can’t do this. I’m married. Happily married at that. I can’t keep doing this to her.”

Melissa only hummed, moving her body from behind his own, stepping in front of him. She was wet, her long wavy dripping down her face and body. The water from her wet hair dripped onto her shirt, her white, very thin shirt. Izuku’s breath hitched as he slowly glanced down her body, her nipples visibly being shown through the fabric.

“Yet, you can’t keep your eyes off me Izuku.” Hands grabbed at his jacket, pulling him closer to her.

Izuku gasped as Melissa brought her hand, cupping his face before bringing it down. Izuku gasped once again as he felt lips upon his own, feeling her other hand reach inside his jacket to pull him closer by the waist. Izuku was about to push her away, he needed to push her away. God, he was married for fucks sake, to someone who loved him dearly. But her lips, they felt so good to him. Glossed from the shower she took, they tasted of mint and strawberries. Izuku, taking a deep breath, went to push off his jacket, never letting go of the kiss. Mellissa, smirking into the kiss, helped him out of the jacket before squealing as Izuku scooped her up before slamming her on the wall.

“This is a one-time thing,” he mumbled against her lips, using his hips to hold her up against the wall as he took off his shirt next.

“Yeah…” Mellissa said with a skeptical tone, feeling his hands go under her wet shirt next.

“A one-time thing…”

Izuku groaned, throwing the papers in his hands across his desk. Taking a deep breath, he pushed himself out of his desk. He stood up from out of his chair, walking over to the wall which was replaced with windows, looking down upon the city of Mustafa. He could hear the faint sounds of cars driving and honking, he could see the civilians, everyone he protects. Looking across the street, he could see a cafe. It was one that he frequents since it’s so close. The door opened, and it revealed a couple. A laughing couple. The man was holding a medium-sized bag, with the logo of the cafe plastered across the bag. He was wearing a dark brown suede jacket that was buttoned shut. The woman was wearing a matching jacket, wearing as a dress, her curly hair pulled up in a bun. She held their coffees as they walked along the sidewalk. Izuku smiled sadly, before looking over to the couch in his office.

Laughter rang out inside the office, the sun had already gone down a long time ago and the night shift heroes were all out patrolling, leaving Izuku, a couple of sidekicks, and a couple of more janitors. It was your anniversary, but unfortunately, a string of villain attacks happened today. This pulled Deku out of his day off and kept him away. So, you decided to surprise me with dinner at his office. You cooked shrimp alfredo, packing it in pretty containers, before stopping by a couple of stores, buying a fancy cake that said “Happy Anniversary.” The last thing you bought was some expensive alcohol, a bottle of wine and champagne just in case. She then dressed up, a dark green silk dress paired with a matching coat and heeled shoes. She brought a few decorations before carrying all of that, using your clouds. Izuku smiled once he walked into the office with everything, abandoning his work and helped you set up the table.

The two of you enjoyed dinner together, talking about your day, specifically on how Izuku was swamped with back-to-back villain attacks. To the point where he was the same police officer twice in two different scenes. After dinner, the two of you move to the couch, still holding your wine glasses now filled with champagne.

“I have a gift for you,” Izuku mentioned, pushing himself up off the couch before going behind his desk, going through the drawers.

You giggled, shifting around the couch to get a little more comfortable, your jacket long discarded. Izuku hissed out a “here it is!”, before pulling out a neatly wrapped box, closing the drawer with his foot. You took another sip of your bubbly alcohol as Izuku skipped over to you with the box in hand.

“Here you go, darling!”

You smiled, placing your glass on the small lamp table to the right of you before sitting up and taking the box from your husband. He smiled at you as he sat beside you, seeing you begging to open up the carefully placed wrapping paper. Once all the wrapping paper was removed from the box, you gasped, seeing the logo on the box. BVLGARI. A smile slowly appeared on your face as you untied the golden silk ribbon. Slowly lifting the top of the box, you pulled out of the pure white tissue paper. This revealed one of the most beautiful necklaces and earrings you’ve ever seen. It was an emerald necklace, it had two emeralds, and also was decorated with mini diamonds along the border, and considering the brand, you knew it was real. The earrings were dangly and matched the way the smaller emerald looked on the necklace.

“Izuku… it’s beautiful…”

He smiled, taking the box out of your hands before taking the necklace out of the box. He whispered at you to turn around. Following his instructions, you swept your goddess braids to the side as he placed the necklace around your neck, the cool feeling of the metal tingly against your warm skin. Izuku then connected the chain, letting the necklace fall against your nape before leaning over your shoulder and placing a light kiss on top of her almost-bare shoulder. You shuddered, leaning into his touch as his hands moved from your shoulders, trailing down your body to rest them on your hips. You let out a moan, feeling him give your neck a nip, reaching up to grab him by his messy curls. You smirked, before sighing into the neck kisses he was leaving on your neck.

“You smell,” he inhaled slowly, “really fucking good.”

Giggling at his words, you placed your own hands on top of his own before turning around. You lifted yourself off the chair. Izuku lifted an eyebrow as you placed your hands behind your back.

“I have a gift for you too, it’s not a material gift but…” you trialed off as you reached up the straps of your dress, before beginning to slowly pull them down, revealing the thin straps of your expensive lingerie.

Izuku’s eyes sparkled as your dress trailed down your body, revealing the expensive material cut and crafted to fit your body perfectly. The way the emerald green clashed perfectly with your deeper skin. Your manicured hands trailed down your body as your dress pooled at your feet, leaving you in nothing but the sinful lingerie and the heels to match. Izuku licked his bottom lip as you slowly walked over to him, dragging your heels with each step. Lifting yourself, you slowly placed yourself on his lap, feeling Izuku’s hands immediately attach themselves to your hips. He gave you a sly smile, looking up at you.

“And you look so amazing,” he gave your body another glance, making you smirk and lean back, using your arms and hands to steady you.

You smiled, wrapping your arms around his neck before diving into a kiss. His lips tasted of mint and strawberries, it was a new taste but one you didn’t mind. Deepening the kiss, you gasped as you felt Izuku’s hard on all the way through his pants.

“I love you so much, Izuku Midoriya.”

A moment of silence went by.

“I love you too, Y/n Midoriya.”

Izuku took a deep breath and was about to open the next one when his phone, his personal one, started ringing. He reached in the drawer and pulled it out and looked at the screen. Sweetheart was calling, a picture of you and Izuku at your wedding anniversary plastered across the screen. Izuku was less blacked up back then, and you still had a crutch from your physical therapy from your incident. But god did you both look so beautiful and happy. Izuku was wearing his suit from the wedding but without the jacket and a couple of buttons unfastened. You, however, changed out of your wedding dress into a white velvet dress that was strapless and came with these long gloves in the similar fabric that you only wore for official pictures. Izuku was carrying you bridal style along with the rest of you and his family and his closest friends.

Izuku simply smiled sadly, before answering the call.

“Y/n?”

He heard nothing at first, nothing but the phone static so he called out your name again. This time he heard someone take a deep, trembling breath as if they had been crying for a long time.

“Izuku.” Your voice was scratchy, and hoars too. Izuku could feel his heartbreak and drop to his ass all at the same time. He did that.

God he was supposed to be a hero, save people and never let them down.

Now he may have just ruined his marriage.

“Y/n.” He said again, “how- how are you?”

“I’ve called a divorce lawyer.”

Oh. Straight to the bullet.

“We can’t- we can’t talk about this?”

“What’s there to talk about? You did this to me. You did this to us. Now face the fucking consequences of your actions.” Your voice was scratchy, the rasp appearing with each word you say.

“I know what I did.”

“And yet, you still did it.”

Izuku took a deep breath, leaning back into his chair. He looked up at the ceiling of his office, looking at the dazzling, overhanging chandelier in the middle of it.

“So there’s nothing I can say or do to convince you to stay?”

“You can have the house, as long as you pay me alimony for the next two-three years, for a reasonable price of course.”

You completely ignored his question, going straight into what was going to happen next. Izuku took another deep breath, this time leaning against his hand as he placed his elbow, pointed up, against his desk.

“So this is it?”

“This is it, Izuku. I told myself I would never lessen myself for a man, and I already broke that when I quit my job. I’m not gonna keep doing that to myself.”

“I-I love you.”

You gave off an airy chuckle as if you couldn't believe the words coming out of his mouth. And with that you ended the call, those being one of the last words you’ll be saying to him until the meetings between the two of you and your divorce lawyers.

---

“Y/n?” A muffled voice called out, pulling you out of your sleep along with knocks on your door

You pushed yourself off the bed, throwing the hotel blankets off your body. It was late at night, you went back home after your impromptu visit with your mother. You packed up what you could in one go before stuffing it in your car. You couldn’t see Izuku after that, so you tried your best to remove any trace of yourself from that house. You were just about to fall asleep, the tv playing a random 90s show for background noise. Digging through one of your suitcases, you found a robe to wrap around your body before moving towards the door.

You summoned lightning in one hand as you checked who was at the door. Seeing red-and-white hair, along with a bright blue eye and a dull grey eye, you took a deep sigh of relief before slowly opening the door. Standing there, wearing a raincoat and holding a closed umbrella was Shoto Todoroki. His hair that grew since high school was pulled back in a ponytail as he looked down upon with concerned eyes.

“Y/n…”

You took a deep breath, closing your eyes as he said your name. You then opened them back up before giving him a sad smile.

“Shoto… can I help you?” You leaned against the doorway, placing a hand in your waist.

“I heard from Izuku, the two of you are getting a divorce?”

You leaned into the hallway, looking to see if anyone saw him before pulling him into your hotel room. You closed the door and locked it behind you immediately before turning on the light. Shoto looked around the luxury rented room, seeing all of your suitcases and other items stacked up against a wall. Feeling your hands tremble, you sat on your bed, folding your hands underneath themselves.

“How did-“ your voice came out raspy and dry, so you cleared your throat before speaking again.

“How did you find me? I didn’t tell anyone where I was.”

Shoto simply smiled, “being the #3 hero has its perks. I figured you didn’t want a lot of people crowding around you so I said I’d talk to you.”

Hearing that, you lifted your head swiftly, “people already know about the divorce?”

Shot shrugged off his raincoat, revealing the long sleeve black turtleneck he was wearing. He placed his umbrella in a random corner before going to sit beside you on the bed.

“After what happened this morning, Izuku only told us that you’re leaving him… and wouldn’t tell us why. We called everyone, Uraraka, Iida, Kirishima, we even called his mom and All Might… all he said was that his marriage was over. No reason as to why…”

You let out a slight chuckle, your shoulders jumping slightly at the irony of the situation.

“So the only person you could come to was me, right?”

Shoto simply nodded his head, shifting his body closer to you.

“Y/n… I know you… you aren’t this rash person. You wouldn’t come to this decision on a whim. I thought you and Izuku were okay?”

Taking a deep breath, you spoke, “I thought we were okay too… Shoto I… he…”

Your body shuddered and shook as sobs flew out of your mouth. As tears fell, you covered your face and turned away from Shoto, hunching over yourself. That’s when you feel hands, one warm and the other cold, pull at you, grabbing at your waist before pulling you into a warm body. Shoto’s comforting hands and his placing you on the fireside of his body allowed him to let it all out once again. He didn’t say a word, only letting out soft shushes in your ear as you continued to cry.

You could hear nothing else other than the air conditioning and your cries echo throughout your room. It felt like an eternity before you slowly started to quiet down. Taking a deep breath, you slowly pushed yourself out of Shoto’s hold before getting up to get a water bottle. Shoto, his eyes still shining with concern, said nothing as you twisted the cap open and drank half the bottle.

As the pudding of your head slowly went away, you placed the bottle on the desk before sitting back on the bed.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to cry my eyes out all over you,” you apologized, grabbing one of the pillows to hold closer to your body.

Shoto shook his head, waving off your concerns, “it’s okay, it’s black anyways.”

You just nodded your head and looked away.

“Are you gonna tell me what’s wrong? Why are you and Izuku getting a divorce?”

You took a deep breath, your mind racing with everything you’ve been through… the day you met Izuku, the day you asked him out for the first time, the day he asked to be your girlfriend, the day he proposed… the day you two got married… everything.

“Izuku… he cheated on me…”

It was silent after that, the buzz of the air conditioning and the beeps of the cars below the two of you filling the tense air.

“He… he what?”

You bit your bottom lip as you spoke again, “he cheated on me, with Mellissa, you remember her right? Melissa Shield? All Might’s “niece”?”

Shoto nodded his head, shifting his body to face forward as he leaned forward, using his hands to steady himself. He lifted his head to the ceiling as he fully processed your words.

“Oh… oh wow… I never thought that he would do that.”

You scoffed, flopping back into the bed, “well me neither, and yet… here we are.”

You started to laugh, laugh at this situation, laugh at here you are now. God, everything was so fucked, wasn’t it? Feeling the bed shift, you could feel Shoto lay down on the bed beside you. He wrapped his arms around you before pulling you into him once again, this time leaving you on his right side so you could cool down. The feeling left sighing, leaning into his touch even more.

“Izuku is an absolute idiot, and I’m glad that you’re leaving him at the first sight of disrespect.”

Coming from Todoroki and his background, those meant a lot to you. You smiled before lifting your head to look at him.

“Thanks, Shoto, that means a lot.”

He smiled, before slowly removing his hands from your waist.

“I should let you sleep, I just wanted to come to check up on you.” He bent over to grab at his umbrella before turning around to grab his raincoat.

Sniffling, you nodded your head, wiping away your tears before getting up to see him off, “thanks for coming to check up on me… even though the way you found me was a little creepy.”

—-

You officially divorced three months after that day, Izuku tried to hold out as long as he could but soon enough even the number one hero couldn't hold out that long. The number of times you had to tell him you weren't going to come back to him was astounding, his stubbornness knew no bounds. You allowed Izuku to keep the house and he was to pay you a hefty amount of alimony along with the money he was to pay you for spousal distress.

When news came out that the number one hero and his wife would be divorcing, the media went into a frenzy. Even bigger than the one about your wedding. You had to rely on your family to help you out until the news and paparazzi left you alone. It was even worse on Deku, being the top hero and not even able to save his marriage? Talk about a blow to his reputation, it almost cost him the #1 spot. If it wasn't for the Incident at the Kasona Mall, where a villain decided to blow up a mall, where he saved over 50 people in one swoop, Bakugo would have finally been able to claim that #1 spot.

Speaking of pro-heroes.

H/n is back on the scene! Officially signing with The Todoroki Agency!!

You were a pro-hero again, stepping back into the spotlight after over six years. After not much deliberation, and encouragement from friends alike, you decided to come out of retirement once more. You had to retake the licensing process and test of course, but you passed with ease. Being a hero was almost like riding a bike, it was ingrained within you. After The Hero Commission reinstated you, you got so many offers. From Fatgum to LeMillion, and Gang Orca. However, you already promised a certain person that you would join up with him.

“You sure you want me Shoto?” You were sitting in his penthouse, visiting him after he got hurt in the Incident at Kasona mall.

The two of you had gotten closer ever since that day he found you in your hotel room. He helped you get back on your feet, helped you pick out a new house to live in, (since you left the house to Izuku), and helped you study to retake the test. He nodded, shifting his position on his couch. The movement however, caused him to wince as he had to move his arm, which slung into a cast. You immediately got up and helped him move into a more comfortable position without straining himself. He thanked you for the help as you sat back down, grabbing your glass of wine.

“Yeah, you were an amazing hero when you were active years ago. I know this is a decision I’ll lose no sleep over.”

You chuckled, sipping on the wine he put out for the two of you. He smiled softly at you, his intense stare causing your body to heat up slightly, or that could be from the alcohol, you honestly didn't know. You licked your lips, shifting your legs to help lessen that heated throb between your thighs.

“Alright, I guess I’m joining your agency.”

You grew out of your old outfit, so with the help of Hatsume and other designers, you got a whole new outfit. Instead of the original leotard/bodysuit you had when you were younger, along with the thigh boots, it all connected into all one large jumpsuit. It was black with purple accents adorning all across the outfit along with a brand new cape. You turned around, summoning clouds to lift you as you twirled around. Hatsume, the designer who made your new hero costume, Hokkaido, and Mina, who you also told about the true reason you and Izuku got divorced, all smiled as you felt out your new outfit.

“Well?” Mina asked, smiling as you landed on your feet.

You turned around, trailing your hands down your body, feeling the aft fabric and metal accents clash together on your body before smiling at yourself in the mirror.

“I love it.”

Your office was on the same floor as Shoto’s, him constantly relying on your knowledge and wisdom on other matters. The two of you were the leaders in the recent missions the two of you had taken together. This whole process was a lot like riding a bike, coming back easily. You had missed this, you had missed this so much, and you could tell the world and missed you too.

The media accepted your return with open arms, jumping right back to the top 20s. You were a very powerful hero after all.

After three months of coming back, making it six months since your divorce, your parents decided to throw a party for you. To celebrate you coming back, and ranking high on the Billboard Chart in so little time. You tried to get yourself out of it but they took no excuses. So you decided to make the most of it, you felt like a whole new woman. Placing your braids in a bun, you wore a strapless black velvet dress with matching long-sleeved gloves. You slipped on some ankle-strap, black stilettos, and pearl jewelry set to complete the look. The party was small but it was filled with life, all of your old classmates and even your old co-workers from your old agency even came. Mina, Jirou, Tsu, and even Yaomomo, as busy as she is, came. Kirishima even got Bakugou to come. Everyone was so excited to see you come out of retirement and take to the streets again. Some did try to pry into your broken relationship with Izuku, but you just ignored them and told them to enjoy themselves at the party.

“Y/n.”

You turned around to see Shoto standing there with two champagne flutes in his hands. You smiled and walked up to him, hands extended out for a hug. He wrapped his arms around the best he could with the two drinks in his hands. You giggled at his struggle as he tried to step back without spilling the drinks.

“I see your hands are full, Boss.” You winked as you took one of the flutes of champagne out of his hands.

He just chuckled as you guys cheered, clinking your glasses together before taking a sip. As the sweet liquid hit your tongue, your eyes trailed down his body at the suit he was wearing. All black suit with the jacket, with a white dress shirt, red tie and tailored to perfection. You licked your lips as he breathed in, seeing his chest press up against the white fabric. Clearing your throat, you pulled your eyes away from his chest as you looked up at him finishing his drink. You smiled at him and he returned it as he placed the glasses on an empty table.

“You seem so much happier.” You heard Shoto comment behind you.

You turned to face him and couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow.

“What do you mean?”

Shoto walked up to you, the proximity between you two making your heart pound this a little faster. He leaned down, using his right hand to make you look in his eyes.

“When you first announced your retirement, and when I saw you after that… I do not doubt that you were happy but…” he trailed, his grip on your chin tightening slightly.

“But… but what?” You let out a whisper, feeling his thumb softly move against your skin.

“There was still this sadness in your eyes, that I could never pinpoint but now… I can’t see it at all.” He let go of you after that, taking a couple of steps back.

You took another deep breath, pressing a hand against your chest to feel your beating heart.

Smiling at Shoto, “thank you, that means a lot.”

The two of you continued to drink together, whether it be champagne or something stronger. The more the drinks came around you two, the two of you drank, and the more you two drank, the more handsy the two of you got. Shoto’s arms never left your waist and would find themselves trailing lower and lower down your body. You would find ways and excuses to slowly caress his face or his chest. The two of you would just get closer and closer. Luckily, most everyone around was drunk so even if they did notice, it was unlikely that they would notice. Soon enough, people began to leave, wishing you the best of luck and congratulations.

Then it was just the two of you. Shoto, despite being as drunk as you are, helped carry you to your bed upstairs. As he laid you in the bed, you reached out to him, pulling him down onto you and your bed. You giggled as he flopped on his back, allowing you to quickly straddle him.

“Y/n,” he giggled, he was more emotional, happy drunk, “Y/n why are you doing?”

You smiled, licking and biting at your lips as your hands trailed down his body. Feeling at his chest, before trailing down his abs, your hands and fingers going ever ripple and ridge on his body before landing right in the top of his pelvic area, feeling his hard-on poke out through his slacks. You hissed slowly as you began to rock into him, your dress riding up with every movement you made. Your movements caused him to whisper curses under his breath, his hips buck as he grabbed onto your waist tightly. You gripped at his shoulders as he guided you up and down his waist, his touch leaving your skin electrified, the opposite temperatures causing trembles throughout your body. You then leaned down to plant light kisses against his neck

“You’re so fucking handsome,” you whispered against his skin, your fingers fumbling with the buttons on his dress shirt.

He just smirked before flipping you on your back, using his knee to spread your legs.

——

It was a week after the party and you had just gotten back from your shift of patrol. It was early in the morning, say almost 4 am, and you were ready to go home and get some sleep. Saying goodbye to your sidekick, you walked towards your office to get some final papers before going home. As you opened the door, you could feel dull light entering your vision. So you turned and followed where it was coming from only to find yourself right outside of Shoto’s door. That’s where you could hear the argument.

“Izuku I—”

“NO— I CAN’T BELIEVE YOU, YOU’RE SLEEPING WITH MY EX-WIFE!”

“I think you’re the last person to be concerned about what she does now!”

“You’re one of my closest friends, I’ve known you the longest! And you just stab me in the back like this!?”

“I think that you should leave Izuku before I make you. What Y/n and I have, it’s none of your business.”

You could hear a slam, and hear something break before hearing heavy stomps echo throughout the room. You hoped it didn’t come to them full-on fighting, you knew Shoto could handle himself against, however, when Izuku was mad, Lord did he get mad. You hope you won't have to face him again, after all this time.

“I don’t want to hear a word you have to say!! I should have known, you’ve ALWAYS been chasing after her! Since our time at U.A!

You tilted your head at that, confused at what he meant. Shoto has been chasing after you since high school? You thought that Shoto always had a thing for Yaomomo, despite her and Jirou getting engaged recently. It was because of that, you believed Shoto had shifted his focus onto you…

“So what? I thought I left her in good hands, out of all my friends, you were the ONLY one that I thought could give her a good life. I thought you could love her and only be with her! Now I see that I couldn’t even trust you with that! So you don’t get to decide how she spends her time and who she spends it with! Not after what you did to her!”

It went quiet after that, but you could still see the heavy breathing out of both of them. You bit your lip, heart pounding as you grasped at the wall, staring to hear to see if they speak under their breath.

“What… what are you talking about?”

“She told me… she told me what you did... How you cheated on her with Melissa. Don’t give me that look, I’m not gonna tell anyone. She asked me not to, it’ll do no one any good if it got all. They’ll just hound her for months for this.”

You could feel your body begin to rock back and forth, you could feel the tension rising all the way from the place where you would stand.

“So I say again, you have no right to have any say about what she does in her own time. Even when she was married to you, she was never yours! She’s her own woman, and after being suffocated by you, she deserves to do whatever she wants. I’ll be here, no matter what, and I’ll stick by her because that’s what people who truly love someone do!”

You couldn’t help but smile at his words, you could feel tears swell in your waterline. Taking a deep breath, you stood up slowly, brushing off any dirt or dust collected on your lap before walking towards the door. You gave a knock on the door, before slowly turning the doorknob to reveal a trashed office. Plants turning upside down, smaller tables flipped around, and books spread all across the floor. Your eyes then landed on the two of them, standing behind the bigger office desk. Izuku was holding Shoto by his shirt, and the two of them had intense looks on their faces. You took another deep breath, seeing the way Izuku looks after so long. He grew out his beard, despite him hating it so much. His already scruffy, curly hair grew even more unruly. His eyes turned towards you, the shock after seeing you so long causing him to lose his grip on Shoto.

“Y/n…”

You closed your eyes and rolled your neck before closing the door behind you.

“Shoto is correct, what I do with my time is absolutely none of your business Izuku. We’re done, we’ve been done for six months. If I’m going, to be honest, we’ve been done for a year… since you had an affair with Melissa for six months as well,” you stated, slowly walking up towards the two of them.

“So what I do with him, what I do with anyone… is no longer your business. Now get out!”

Izuku stood there, shocked at your words, slowly turning his body to face you.

“Y/n I…” You made a motion with your hands, quieting him.

“Izuku Midoriya, get out now!”

He jumped back, before turning back to Shoto, giving him one last glare before walking past you towards the door. You kept your back towards him, and the door as well, as he opened it before walking out, shutting it behind him. With that, you then turned to the last man standing in the room. You gave him a soft smile, slowly shaking your head as you amble across to him. You placed your hands on his biceps as he wrapped his arms around your waist. He smiled down at you, before leaning in for a soft kiss. You chuckled and smiled into the kiss, tightening your grip on his arms. You could feel the grip you had on you tighten with every second of the kiss. Once you let go, you slowly reached up to caress the side of his face with the scar with your hand.

“You look stressed… is it because of your day? Or because of the walking trash that just walked out?”

He chuckled softly at your words, shaking his head. You smiled as you walked towards his desk, moving some of the papers off before sitting on top of his desk. Shoto gave you an up and down glance, before walking towards you and standing in between your legs.

“So… why was Izuku here?” You asked him, rubbing at his shoulders and arms.

Shoto took a deep breath before leaning forward and laying his head on top of your shoulders.

“He came up here, accusing me of different things. I never found out he found out that the two of us were seeing each other… I was more focused on other things…”

Izuku was always so stubborn, that could be a good or bad thing depending on who side you were on. You sighed, nodding your head as you wrapped your arms around him.

“Let’s go to your place? I’m really tired and I honestly just want to get as much sleep as I can.”

You could feel Shoto smile into your shoulder, before nodding. You were about to push him off of you, so you could both get what you need and walk out together, a sudden force whooshed you off your feet, arms grabbing at you and carrying you in a bridal position.

“Shoto!” You squealed, holding on to his shoulders.

He just softly chuckled once more, as he carried you out of the office, nothing but smiles on the two of you’s faces.

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