#enemies to lovers is when someone sees all your faults and loves you anyway

[jjkamochoso]

Hii again! Question, would you write requests for any other Hunter x Hunter characters? I know a lot of people (including myself) would prefer to only write for characters they like so I wanted to ask beforehand!! Anyways onto my request, could you write a Feitan x Reader who really likes 'cute and pretty' things, and ends up finding a boutique that specializes in sweet & cute gothic lolita fashion after a mission? Maybe on a walk back to the base, it catches her eye, and she just has to stop by while Feitan just sighs and follows along. Take your time and thank you!!(´▽`ʃ♡ƪ)

Hello!!! So glad to see you’ve requested something else, I’ve been itching to write for Feitan some more and you always have the best ideas!! In regard to your question, I would definitely write for other HxH characters! I won't write for Killua or Gon but I’m open to Kurapika, Leorio, or any of the Phantom Troupe! I can’t guarantee they’ll be the most in character the first time I write but I’ll try my best :)

Thank you so much for your request, I hope you like what I’ve written for you!!! Much love🫶❤️

Girly Girl!

Fluff

Feitan Portor x f!reader

Warnings: small mentions of violence

You walked down the busy street, your fluffy skirt swishing against your legs with every bounce of your steps. Your companion was quietly striding next to you, his hands hidden away in his pockets and his mouth covered by his cowl. To everyone passing you on the street, you were sure you couldn't have looked more out of place, but that couldn't have bothered you two less. Your style was one that garnered attention everywhere you went; you were always adorned in things like pretty bows and sweet dresses that highlighted your equally adorable personality. Even as a member of the Phantom Troupe, your enemies seemed to frequently underestimate you because of your appearance, but that didn't deter you, especially when it was their blood splattered on the floor by the end of each mission, not yours.

"Oh my gosh, Feitan!" you exclaimed, gasping loudly. "Look at this cat! Isn't she the cutest?"

You picked up the small creature in your gentle grasp, holding it up to your face to get a better look at it as it pawed at your long and sparkly dangle earrings.

"Street vermin. Has fleas and now so do you," he stated plainly, his eyes blinking with boredom.

"Aww, you're no fun," you moaned, giving the cat a few scratches under the chin before setting it back on the ground. You continued on your silent journey back to base, stealing glances at Feitan every once in awhile. You had always found him to be extremely handsome and, as a self proclaimed lover of pretty things, what better way to spend your time than gazing at the prettiest man you knew?

"You stare too much."

"It's not my fault you're just so cute that I can't look away."

"Disgusting," he said, doing his best to hide any exposed skin under his cowl so you didn't see the blush reddening his cheeks.

"It's such a nice day out," you blabbered on, "with so many gorgeous flowers surrounding us. Did you see them?"

"Mhmm."

"Oh!" You tugged on Feitan's sleeve, an action he would gladly slice someone's arm off for—if they weren't you, of course. "Can we go in here? This bakery is just so quaint!"

"No." His reply was as short as he was.

"How about here? You can't deny that a trip to the bookstore would do us both some good."

"I no need more books."

"Everyone needs more books," you muttered, watching all the city's best shops pass you by. All of a sudden, you caught a glimpse of an extravagant window display and let out your second loud gasp of the day.

"I. Have. To. Go. In. This. Instant," you said, your eyes alight with wonder. Feitan furrowed his brow. You were practically salivating in front of a boutique that had mannequins dressed in gothic lolita outfits, much like the one you were currently wearing.

"What wrong with clothes you have now?"

"Nothing," you whined, trying to convince him with your best pleading eyes and pouty lips, "but I want to shop around for a few minutes. Please?"

Feitan was certainly no pushover, but there was no way he could deny you anything when you were looking at him like that.

"Fine," he grumbled, trailing after your cotton candy perfume that signaled you were already through the store's doorway, "you lucky I like you."

When your eyes landed on all the different racks of clothes and accessories, you had to fight the urge to squeal in excitement. Without any hesitation, you scooped up as many articles of clothing that your arms could wrap around and immediately ran into the dressing room. Feitan rolled his eyes at your childish behavior, but he was secretly interested to see how everything looked on you. He stood as still as a statue, his gray eyes locked on the dressing room curtain you had disappeared behind.

“Hello sir! Finding everything okay?”

One of the store’s workers had approached him, making him scowl. He hated socializing.

“Yes. Waiting for her.” He nodded in your direction.

“Great!” exclaimed the woman. “Let your girlfriend know it’s buy one get one 40% off on everything in the store. I’ll be happy to help if you need me!”

His fingers twitched with the urge to slit the worker’s throat for her nosiness and unwelcome assumption, but with much reluctance, he resisted and opted to nod in acknowledgement instead. He didn’t want you to be banned from a store that brought you so much joy.

“Okay! What do you think? This was my favorite out of everything,” you said, emerging from the dressing room in a black dress with white lace trim and a white petticoat peeking out from under the voluminous skirt. Feitan didn’t believe in gods or heavens, but he could’ve sworn he was staring at an angel.

“Tch. It okay, I guess,” he said, averting his gaze from your figure to focus on something to the side of him. He didn’t like the effect you were having on him in that new dress. His heart never beat that quick unless he was met with the tantalizing promise of torturing some poor soul; there was no reason for him to get so worked over some girl. The thing was, unfortunately, you weren’t just some girl to him; you were his whole world, his greatest treasure. He’d rather die a thousand miserable deaths than ever admit that out loud, but it was the truth.

“I’m gonna buy it,” you decided, yanking the curtain closed again. Feitan wanted to slam his head against the nearest shelf out of frustration; how was he supposed to focus on a mission if you were wearing that?

After you got dressed in your own outfit, you hung up the other clothes on the return rack and hugged the dress you chose close to your chest, giddy to have a new item for your closet. You raced to the check stand and before you knew it, you were a proud owner of a new dress.

“Thanks for letting me stop there, that was very sweet of you,” you told Feitan, the pavement of the street leading you back towards the base once more. He was seemingly ignoring you until he spoke up again a few minutes later.

“There was sale happening. Buy one get one 40% off.”

You scoffed, a frown appearing on your face. “Feitan! I would’ve gotten something else then, you should’ve told me.”

Much to your surprise, he procured something from his pocket. You were met with a new pair of gloves being thrust into your view.

“These free. Better deal,” he said, dropping them into your shopping bag.

You broke out into a huge smile. “You stole those just for me? You do have a heart beneath that cold exterior of yours, don’t you?”

“Say something else and they become fuel for fire tonight.”

You snickered, knowing he was bluffing. He could be crueler than you could ever imagine, inflicting pain and misery on whomever he desired, but not you; never you.

“How did you know I’ve been searching for those exact gloves all over the place?” you eventually questioned.

Because I pay attention. Because I know everything about you.

He shrugged. “I don’t know, I guessed you would like. You just like Phinks: girly girls.”

“And I know you love that about me,” you teased with a giggle, swinging your shopping bag without a care in the world. Feitan released an annoyed huff of air.

You were definitely right about that.

[bittenbyyou]

Inferior Flames (1)

MCU!AU | MCU!Peter Parker x Stark!Reader | MCU!Spider-Man x Stark!Reader

genre: enemies to lovers, angst, slow burn, lil cute moments

description: Your father wants you to knock Peter down a peg. OR Peter is bitter because you’re an Avenger and he’s not.

word count: 3.6k

warnings: Tony Stark being your father is already a warning as to how ridiculous he could be lol, mentions of Spider-Man: Homecoming, references from Captain America: Civil War, idk where this would fit in the MCU timeline per se b/c I’ve only recently started watching all the Marvel movies. 

a/n: maybe it’ll be a series? idk, if you like it, lemme know!

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

“Firefly, I need a favor.” Your father plopped onto the couch next to you, so you paused your show with the TV remote.

“What is it?” you asked, turning your body to give him your undivided attention.

“You know Spiderling, Spider-Boy?”

“Peter Parker, Spider-Man? Yes. How do you still not know his name?”

“My names are better.”

“Uh huh. Wait, he’s the one that rejected your proposal to become an Avenger.” You nudged him with your elbow, flashing a smirk.

“No, no. I don’t do rejection.”

“But he did turn you down.”

He sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose to alleviate his frustration. “Sure. Whatever. Anyway, the kid wants to be an Avenger now. Been texting Happy nonstop about when’s the next mission and he’s wanting to see me tomorrow.”

You blinked twice and stayed quiet, a blank stare on your face as to why this was an issue. When he didn’t say anything, you gestured for him to elaborate.

“I don’t think he’s ready,” he added, crossing one arm over the other.

“You’re serious? Dad, you’ve never shut up about him ever since you gave him the suit. Even when I was abroad, I’ve seen what he can do. He’s amazing. You wanted him to be an Avenger.”

“I’m aware. But he said no and now… the ball is in my court.” The shit-eating grin on his face was soon replaced with a chuckle that sounded almost sinister.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“I mean, he turned me down and now he wants me back. God, I’m making him sound like an ex-girlfriend.” He shivered in disgust and you rolled your eyes. “Anyway, I get to turn him down now. It’s great.”

“So you’re turning him down because he turned you down first. Petty much?”

“Hey, that is not what’s going on here.” He turned his attention to the paused TV screen instead of meeting your judgmental gaze.

“Dad, that’s exactly what you’re doing. You’re really letting your pride stop you from recruiting someone as amazing as Spider-Man? Let Peter join.”

“What, are you in love with him or something? You think he’s so amazing?” he asked while doing jazz hands at the word “amazing.”

You wouldn’t call it love; it was more along the lines of admiration. During your time abroad, your father filled you in on all his adventures and antics so if anything, it was his fault as to why you were somewhat enamored with Spider-Man. Deep down, you knew your father adored Peter, so it was only natural you did too.

“As a matter of fact, I do.”

“You can’t date anyone until you’re 21.”

“I’m telling Mom you’re being ridiculous.”

“I already told your mom and we’ve already established that I’m ridiculous,” he said proudly, as if it was a badge of honor.

“You told me you were proud of his decision to lay low.”

“I am. I was. But now the tables have turned and what kind of person would I be if I let him in so easily? The others think I’m crazy recruiting a 15 year old.”

“16 now actually,” you corrected.

“God, this is like deja-vu.”

You giggled. “I’m the same age as him and you’ve been wanting me to join too.”

“Don’t remind me. You were the first person to ever turn me down and I’m still recovering. I’m waiting for you to crawl back and beg me, saying ‘Dad, please! Let me be an Avenger!’ Like the kid is doing now,” he said, using a high-pitched voice when he was imitating you.

“Good luck with that. I have no interest in being an Avenger.”

“See,” he said, pointing his index finger at you, “that right there is why I need your help.”

You crossed your arms in the same way he did, skeptical of where he was going with this. “Go on.”

“I want you to pretend to be another recruit who wants to be an Avenger. I’ll tell him there’s only one position and make him work for it.”

“Dad…” you said sternly.

“What? He doesn’t know you’re my daughter. And I’m trying to protect him too. The kid’s been going off doing things on his own and not thinking clearly. He can wait on becoming an Avenger.”

“He stopped Vulture. He kept looking for those weapons when no one else would.”

“He’s reckless.”

“You’re using me to make him jealous.”

“A little,” he said with a shrug. “But I’m also looking out for him.”

“Uh huh.”

“He’s coming here tomorrow and I want you to battle him. If he beats you, he’ll get to join.”

“This is so stupid.”

“It’s genius, really.”

“You’re making a kid fight for something that you already want to give him.”

“No. Not yet.”

“You know he can’t beat me.”

Your father leaned in and pecked you on the forehead. “Exactly. Him losing will help him work harder to be better. This’ll give him that push he really needs. So will you help me?”

“Let me get this straight. You want me to fight Peter Parker and make sure he loses just so he doesn’t get to become an Avenger even though deep down, you want him to be one?”

“Precisely.”

“That’s the stupidest idea ever. And it’ll hurt his feelings.”

“No, it’ll build character. He needs to understand it’s not that simple. You can’t ask to become an Avenger and get it.”

“... But he can… because that’s what you wanted in the first place.”

“He turned me down so it’s only fair that he proves to me how much he wants it. Like a test. I’m testing him.”

“No. Dad, I’m not doing that.”

“I’ll enroll you in school right now instead of waiting for the following year.”

You sighed, contemplating his ridiculous proposition. He had adopted you when you were 10 on one of his missions overseas and has kept you a secret from the public. As much as it pained him, he could not bring you home right away because you required guidance on using your powers responsibly. You had to remain abroad for a while longer until the adoption forms went through and your mentors felt you were ready to leave the tiny village where you resided.

However, he and his wife Pepper, kept in touch and always checked in. He showed up every birthday and made it his mission to be a part of your life. Now that you were in high school and your powers were restored, he flew you into New York City right away.

It’s been a few months since your transition and you absolutely loved it. The Avengers who resided in the compound were very welcoming and so far, they were the only ones who knew of your existence along with your mom. Your father had yet to announce your identity to the world because he didn’t want the spotlight to overwhelm you. Originally he planned on having you relax a bit and then enroll you in public school next year, but going earlier was enticing to you.

“... Which school?”

“Spider-Man’s.”

“... Fine.”

“You do have a crush on him.”

“Shut up, Dad.”

The next day…

Upon entering the foyer of the Avengers Compound, Happy led Peter to where Stark was. The man stood in the middle of the main entrance hall, sporting a classy suit and sunglasses. Peter clenched his fists in determination, carefully reciting the words he wanted to say in his head since the car ride over.

“Hey kid. What do you want?”

“Mr. Stark,” he squeaked. He shut his eyes in humiliation, clearing his throat and lowering his voice a bit to sound more confident. Once his eyes fluttered open, he puffed out his chest and said, “I changed my mind.”

“You changed your mind,” Stark deadpanned.

“Yes. I want to be an Avenger.”

“You understand why I’m skeptical.”

“Um… yes, but—”

“Look, you turned me down last time and am I used to rejection?” Peter opened his mouth to answer but was immediately cut off. “The answer’s no, but I respected your decision. All that talk about looking out of the little guy—great—so what changed?”

“I’m ready for more than that now.”

“No, you’re not.”

“That’s not what you thought when I took on Captain America,” Peter argued.

“Trust me, kid. If Cap wanted to lay you out, he would’ve.”

Peter furrowed his eyebrows at the realization that he got off easy, questioning his entire existence.

Stark pressed his palms together and pointed at him. “You really want to be an Avenger?”

The boy nodded eagerly. “Yes.”

He inhaled sharply through gritted teeth. “See, here’s the thing: there’s someone else.”

Peter’s face fell, heartbroken at the thought of being replaced. “What—What do you mean there’s someone else?”

“Well, after you turned me down, I recruited someone else. If you really want to be an Avenger, prove to me you’re better than her.”

“Wait, her?”

“Yeah. You think you got what it takes?”

“Well it’s rude to attack a lady—”

“No. Gender equality’s a thing, right? You beat her up, she beats you up. You both end up in casts—”

“Casts?!”

“Suit up and let’s go.”

With no other choice, Peter obeyed and did what he was told. His thoughts were racing at the thought of battling someone to prove his worth. But this was his dream and he had to get out of his own head. After he finished suiting up, Happy led Tony and him to the outdoor training area that featured a wide-opened space with reinforced surfaces.

It had strategically placed obstacles to encourage agility and tactical thinking during battles. Additionally, the area incorporated holographic projectors to create any virtual landscapes to simulate specific scenarios for the Avengers to train in.

And that was where Peter’s eyes landed on a figure in the distance. You, who was practicing your combat skills with a large kung fu spear. The way you moved was calculated, graceful, like a beautiful yet deadly dance. You performed many high kicks and flips, mesmerizing Peter as your hands maneuvered the spear so flawlessly around your body. Your father and Happy watched you, proud smiles plastered on both of their faces.

“That’s who you’ll be battling today,” Stark said, clapping his hands together once to catch your attention. You stopped what you were doing and landed in a perfect split with the spear parallel to your body, noticing your father and Happy’s presence. You got up and rushed over, your eyes quickly finding its way to the boy in the iconic red and blue costume.

“Hi D-... Mr. Stark. Happy.” You turned to Peter, loving the fact that he didn’t have his mask on yet so you could finally meet him as him. He was far cuter in person, you weren’t going to deny that. “I’m [Y/N].”

Your dad wanted this “test” to be authentic, so you couldn't tell Peter you were, in fact, a Stark. Plus you didn’t look like a Stark anyway, with you being adopted and all. It’d be a cinch.

“P-Parker, Peter. Parker Peter—I mean, Peter Parker,” Peter said softly, shaking your hand. God, you were so pretty that it made him a fumbling mess. He wondered if you two were the same age.

“Great. Now that both you kiddos are here, you both know what you have to do, right?”

You and Peter looked at each other and exchanged awkward smiles. “Mr. Stark, I’m not comfortable battling a… um…”

“Girl?” you finished. “I’d be more worried about yourself, darling.”

The way the word “darling” rolled off your tongue caused Peter’s face to redden like a cherry.

“I’m not saying girls can’t battle, I’m just saying I don’t want to hurt you.”

“Are you going to hold back if the enemy is a woman?”

Peter opened his mouth to say something but to no avail.

“You said you wanted to be an Avenger. There’s only one position available, so we’re going to be testing you both. Happy will launch the simulation sequence and then you two will be fighting one-on-one,” your father explained.

“Good luck,” Happy said, trying hard not to laugh. The two men walked a safe distance away where they could observe you both.

“What’s the simulation sequence?” Peter called out before putting on his mask.

“We’re going to be launching drones at you,” Stark called back from afar with cupped hands.

“Drones?!”

“Yeah, we want to see how much you’ve improved!”

“In 3, 2, 1!” Happy shouted as he pushed some buttons on his phone.

You and Peter both stared up at the sky as a swarm of drones lined up in a similar fashion as the game Space Invaders.

“May the best Avenger win,” you said, sending him a wink. He laughed nervously as you immediately launched yourself in the sky. Peter gasped in awe.

“She can fly?!”

Hovering in front of the drones, you closed your eyes and pressed your index and middle fingers together, forming a "V" shape. Bringing the fingers perpendicular to your forehead, it felt as if you were beckoning an unseen force. With unwavering focus, you opened your eyes, and the spear you held multiplied tenfold, floating effortlessly beside you. Extending your arm forward, you pointed confidently at the drones, issuing a resolute command for the spears to launch their attack. Explosions scattered throughout the sky as you managed to wipe out half the drones with one attack.

“And she can multiply things. Great,” Peter huffed, launching a web at one of the drones to join you.

“She’s going to destroy him,” your father said, chuckling to himself.

“Kid, come back. Don’t be such a sore loser.”

Peter shook his head while removing his mask, muttering self-deprecating thoughts to himself at his performance. You watched as he walked away, rubbing the back of your neck.

“Did I go overboard?” you asked, a tinge of guilt eating away at your conscience. Your father chuckled and waved off your concern with a flick of the wrist.

“No, you did great. He’ll be fine.” He went after Peter and placed a hand on his shoulder to prevent him from going any further. “Hey. You put up a good fight.”

Peter spun around, exasperated and using his hands to express his frustration. “I lost. There was no way I was going to win. She can fly, she can multiply things, she can use telekinesis, she can breathe fire—is she part dragon? How was I supposed to compete with that?!”

You saw him pointing at you from afar, giving him a small smile but was only reciprocated with a frown.

Tony put on a contemplating face. “Is she part dragon…?” he mumbled. “Anyway, I told you that I had to find someone else after you said no. And she’s earned her place. I’m sorry you’re disappointed, but you lost fair and square.”

“But—”

“No buts. You aren’t ready. So lay low, be a friendly neighborhood Spider-Man, and work your way up. Go to school, focus on classes, and finish that homework you’ve been putting off.”

“I don’t need to go to school.”

“Yes. You do. Even she goes to school,” Stark said, pointing over in your direction.

You went over to where Happy was, your eyes still glued on your father and Peter. “Happy, he looks so heartbroken.”

“I know. But it’s for the best. Kid’s too eager and knocking him down a peg might do him some good.”

“I feel bad.”

He patted your back and gave you a reassuring smile. “He will be okay. Your father appreciates your help.”

You immediately straightened your posture when you saw Peter come over with your father.

“Anything you want to say to [Y/N]?” your father asked, giving Peter a gentle nudge from behind.

“Congratulations,” Peter said, mustering up as much strength as he could to give you a smile. Because he really was happy for you, but it hurt for him. The smile didn’t reach his eyes and the pitiful gaze in yours wasn’t helping.

“Thanks. You did really well.”

“Yeah, but I have all the bruises,” he joked, pointing at his face in a circular motion. You took a step forward and placed your palm out in front of his face.

“May I?”

His eyes widened in confusion, but he nodded anyway. An ember glow emitted from your hand and all his bruises healed in a matter of seconds.

“You can heal people too? What on earth can’t you do?” Peter was both fascinated but also very annoyed at your perfection.

“I can only heal minor bruises,” you said quickly.

“Of course,” he muttered.

“Happy, take him home for me.”

“Got it. Come on, Peter.”

“Bye Peter,” you said, giving him a shy wave. He only gave you another meek smile before walking away. You glared at your father, who only let out a sigh of relief.

“Great job, kiddo.”

The next day at school Ned practically crashed into Peter, who was at his locker minding his own business.

“Dude, dude, dude!”

“Whoa, what is it, Ned?!” Peter said, a hand on his chest from the sudden heart attack that was his best friend.

“There’s a new girl and she’s so cute. Have you seen her yet?”

Peter closed his locker shut, wracking his brain for a moment when he saw an unfamiliar face today. “No, I haven’t. What’s her name?”

“Uh… I can’t remember. Was it [wrong name]? Or maybe [another wrong name]?”

Peter looked down the hall and somehow amongst a cluster of students, he spotted you walking towards him. Like a moth to a flame, his eyes somehow went straight to you and only you. Irritation overcame him as he remembered the battle from yesterday. How you beat him so effortlessly, so ridiculously cool and being all perfect. And now you’re at his school? What, were you mocking him?

“Ned,” Peter said, placing a hand on his friend’s shoulder. “Is that her?” He pointed at you and nodded his head in your direction.

Ned looked over in your direction and snapped his fingers. “Yeah! That’s her.”

“Dude, that’s the girl,” Peter muttered.

“Huh? What girl?”

He thought about how he sulked on the apartment balcony, venting to Ned about you. “The… girl… remember what I told you over the phone yesterday?”

It took a few seconds, but Ned’s brain finally clicked. “She’s the one that beat you? Her? Oh my god, you didn’t mention how cute she was!”

“Will you keep your voice down? She’s coming this way!” Peter opened his locker again and hid his face behind it. Ned shook his head in disapproval.

“Are you embarrassed? Come on. Challenge her again.”

“I can’t.”

“I’ll do it for you.”

“No, dude, stop. You aren’t supposed to know about her. Mr. Stark will kill me.”

“But she goes to our school.”

Peter hid his face in his locker until you finally passed. He let out a huge sigh of relief, feeling like he had dodged a bullet. That was, until Ned shouted out, “Hey! New girl!”

You stopped at the familiar label people were referring to you as. Once you turned around, you saw Ned’s huge smile while Peter still cowered in his locker. The boy you were walking with scoffed at Ned’s boldness.

“You don’t need to engage with them. They’re nobodies.”

“That’s not very nice, Flash,” you said, frowning at his poor choice of words.

“If we’re nobodies, why is she friends with Peter then, huh?” Ned exclaimed loudly. If a black hole could open up and swallow Peter whole, now would be the time.

“What, you know Penis Parker?” Flash asked you, incredulous at the new information. Peter carefully pulled his head out of his locker enough to take a tiny peek at you. He wondered what you were going to say.

“Yeah. I know Peter, Flaccid Flash,” you replied, bumping into his shoulder deliberately as you made your way over to Peter and Ned. The entire hallway filled with laughter at your stinging remark.

“Hi. I’m [Y/N]. I think we maybe got off on the wrong foot. How about we start over?”

Peter looked at your extended hand as if it was a foreign object, standing still as a statue. When his brain finally registered what you said, Ned had beat him to it, shaking your hand so fast like he was in the presence of royalty. “We would love to start over. I’m Ned. Peter’s best friend.”

You let out a laugh. “Hi Ned. It’s lovely to meet you.”

Without thinking, Peter grabbed your other hand. “Come with me.”

You didn’t have time to react and he led you to the nearest empty classroom, thankful class hadn’t started yet.

“What are you doing here?” he interrogated, letting go of your hand. You leaned against the wall, crossing one foot over the other.

“I go to school here now?”

“But why here?”

“Because… it’s a nice school?”

Peter placed a hand on his forehead, his jaw clenched as he thought of what to say next without sounding like an ass. “Look, you beat me and you’re an Avenger fair and square. I’m happy for you, really.” His words became soft and broken towards the end. “But seeing you reminds me that Mr. Stark will never be impressed with me. So can you give me space?”

His voice was frail but sincere. You got off the wall and gave him a nod. “Okay. I’ll leave you alone.”

“Thank you.”

Before Peter could leave, you asked him one last question. “Sorry, but could you tell me where gym class is? I have it first period.”

It took everything in Peter not to curse out loud. He had to fight back his bitterness and said through gritted teeth. “Yeah. I have it first period too.”

You smiled to yourself, trailing closely behind him as he led you both to your first class. Together.

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Update: I might be in the middle of writing a part 2. :) Your support means a lot!

[lovebugism]

fictober request

how about Halloween party at the office and modern office romance!steve and reader show up at the same costume (unintentionally)

i switched this up a bit since i wrote something sorta similar earlier, but i hope you like it! this fic occurs a little earlier in the modern!office timeline before steve and r actually get together btw

summary: you run into steve outside of the office after you think he's been with someone else (enemies to lovers, miscommunication, hurt/comfort ish, 1.3k)

fictober (㇏(•̀ᵥᵥ•́)ノ)

You’re already twenty minutes late when you rush out of the cab. It’s not totally your fault, but Robin’s scowling at you anyway. She’s leaning against the dirty brick wall of the Clubhouse that pulses with a muffled bass. Dressed as Indiana Jones, she holds a cigarette between her lips.

“Since when do you smoke?” you wonder in lieu of any actual greeting.

“I don’t,” the brunette shrugs, not even inhaling as she pinches the stick from her mouth. “A pretty girl asked me if I wanted a cigarette, and I didn’t know how to say no.”

“Make sense.” You laugh with a sense of relief that you might’ve gotten out of her berating. The solace comes about one second too early.

“—Also, you’re late.”

“I know,” you groan with your head tilted back. “Work ran late. We had a meeting, I couldn’t miss it.”

“Oh, right. I forgot about your really nice, super cushy job that you love more than me.”

You roll your eyes at Robin’s light-hearted complaint, then beam at her when she stomps out her cigarette. “I love you both equally in different ways. You know that.”

“Uh-huh,” she monotones with narrowed eyes, laughing again when you wrap your arms around her neck. You smack a dramatic kiss to her freckled cheek. When you pull away, she gasps. “Ah! Look! Three o’clock.”

You turn to your right and squint down the bustling sidewalk.

“My three o’clock,” she corrects.

You look to your left, and you’re not totally sure what you’re expecting to find, but Steve fucking Harrington is at the very bottom of your list.

And if seeing someone from work isn’t already the worst thing imaginable, him wearing the exact match of your costume certainly is. His basketball shorts and tank top duo is the Bugs Bunny to your tighter, more feminine Lola Bunny.

The asshole smiles when he sees you, wider when he realizes what you’re wearing.

Though the intrinsic goal of Halloween is to look slutty, you feel very suddenly on display.

“You gotta be shitting be…”

“Well, it’s good to see you, too,” Steve laughs when he nears you.

You whip around to glare at Robin. “Why didn’t you tell me?” 

Her deep ocean eyes go wide. She blinks at you for several seconds. “I fail to realize how any of this is my fault.”

“He’s your new best friend!” you shout, waving your arm at Steve but talking like he isn’t there. “You knew what he was dressing up as tonight— and you just let me wear this? That, like, breaks all the rules of girl code!”

Her brows pinch together in offense. “Hey. You’re both my best friends, alright? I love you both equally in different ways.”

“Robin!”

“What?”

“It’s not that big of a deal, bunny,” Steve interjects, still laughing with a stupid pink grin on his face. He shrugs and puts his hands on his hips. “I mean, it’s sorta kismet if you think about it.”

“Nope. Nuh-uh. Don’t call me Bunny. We’re not doing that,” you retort with a glare and a stern finger pointed at his chest.

He sighs and tilts his scruffy chin to his chest. “Yeah, I figured. Sorry,” he mumbles under his breath.

“See, this is why I didn’t tell you!” Robin blurts, waving her hands between the two of you. You and Steve turn to look at her and her wide, twinkling eyes. “The sexual tension is practically flowing through your veins at this point!”

The bickering ceases. The silence is filled with a pounding bass and muffled conversations. You and Steve share similar looks of bemusement, but you’re the first to break the quiet. “Yeah, no,” you monotone with the shake of your head. “I’m not doing this all night.”

“Where are you going!” Robin calls when you walk off.

“To get drunk by myself!” you shout back, right before disappearing into the Halloween night crowd.

You’re halfway to the edge of the sidewalk when you hear the shout of your name, drowned out with all the noise. You reach the edge of it, and a warm hand curls around your elbow. You turn around, not surprised to find Steve, even though your stomach whirls at the sight of him.

“Hey. Look. I’m sorry, alright?” he stammers, sincerely apologetic. His softened features melt with it.

You feel bad, so you shake your head to cut him off. “No. Don’t apologize. I’m just being dramatic— I wanted to have a storm-off moment.”

Steve can’t help but smile at you. He bites it back to keep it at bay. His eyes sparkle with every bit he conceals. “Sorry,” he repeats anyway, a laugh sputtering from his mouth. “Leave it to me to fuck something up, right?”

There’s no part of you jumping up to pity your boss’s son. You comfort him by not affirming him and his misplaced feelings of inadequacy. You just cross your arms over your chest and glare up at him until he caves.

“Don’t leave, alright?” he pleads with a sigh. His bushy brows pinch together, like the thought of you being anywhere else pains him. The warm hand on your elbow doesn’t waver. Instead, he holds you tighter. “I’ll stay ten feet away from you all night. I promise. I won’t even tease you about all this.”

You blink at him, totally deadpanned.

“Well, I’ll tease you a little bit— but I think I deserve it!” he corrects quickly after, eyes sparkling and smile widening. “You’re the one that didn’t call me back, remember?”

You run hot with embarrassment one moment, then with fury the next. Your flat face twists with rage as you shove a palm into his chest. “I did call you, asshole!”

Steve stumbles slightly back, if only to appease you. His face swirls with confusion. “What?”

“Yeah. Some girl answered the phone.”

He’d make fun of how jealous you sound if he wasn’t so stumped. 

He hasn’t been with anyone since he last saw you. He asked you to call him the night you left, but you never did. You acted like he never even existed. And like an idiot, he kept pining for you — even though he thought you hated him.

Sometimes, he thinks you might. But even if you do, you still tried to call him. And that’s more than enough.

He deflates with the sudden realization. “Oh, shit.”

You exhale a bitter scoff. “Yeah. Oh, shit.”

Steve starts to laugh. You feel a little like he’s shoved a knife in your chest. It’s red-hot and searing, burning the backs of your eyes when tears start to gather there. You blink them away. You refuse to humor him by letting him think you care.

“I’m glad it’s so funny to you--”

“No— It’s not— It’s not funny, alright?” he stammers through his boyish laughter. He grabs you again when you try to walk away, warm hands curling around your arms to pull you back. Your eyes are glassy when they find his pink, lopsided grin and scrunched nose. “Well, I mean, it is kinda funny actually. ‘Cause that girl was my mom.”

Your blood runs cold this time. You forget how to breathe.

“…What?”

“Yeah, she was visiting over the weekend. She said someone tried to call when I was in the shower, but that they hung up before they said anything…” Steve explains, then clicks his lips against his teeth. “Honestly, I probably should’ve figured it out on my own.”

Your eyes fall to your sneakers as you shift your weight on your feet, feeling a bit like a stupid child.

“Yeah,” you mumble with a shrug. “It’s all your fault, basically.”

Steve’s grin widens. He steps closer to you, chests brushing with every breath. “I’ll take the blame if you come inside and dance with me,” he offers with a childlike hope brightening his features.

You go back to glaring at him. He’s used to that by now. Being fake mad at him is basically your love language at this point.

He caves with a small huff. “Okay, I’ll take the blame if you just come inside. How about that? We can figure out the dancing situation later.”

You’re beaming again.

And so is Steve. ‘Cause he knows you’ll be all over him later — on the dancefloor and when he takes you home.

[fangirlstorycreator]

CK Terry Silver X Reader

Context: First you were enemies....but now he was about to be your lover...😏 Part 1??

You were so confused when you got a call from your cousin Johnny, especially when he asked you to come down and visit him in LA, you hadn't spoken to him in a long time. But when you guys did see eachother after a long time, it was like being around a brother, he was a funny and very simple guy, and he did make you laugh. He didn't say why he wanted you to come and visit him, just that it was an emergency. You booked some time from your work and made your way down to LA to see Johnny, you were booked up in a really nice hotel during your stay so you felt nice and comfortable, for some reason you could never sleep properly in someone elses house. After you got your things unpacked, you left the hotel and made your way to a coffee shop that Johnny told you about, it wasn't that far thankfully. You entered the coffee shop and see Johnny sat next to someone who looked a little familiar, but you couldn't quite put your finger on it. "Y/N!" Johnny shouted as be ran over to you, pulling you in for an enthusiastic hug. "Hey Johnny! It's great to see you too" "I'm so glad you came, we really need your help" "We?" He smiled and lead you over to the table, and that's when you recognise who is sat there. "Oh my god, Daniel Larusso!" "Hey Y/N, it's good to see you" He smiled and stood up to give you a hug too before you all took a seat at this little coffee table by the window. "Wow Daniel, it's been so long since I last saw you. What on earth is the reason your hanging out with this loser?" "Screw you Y/N, I ain't no loser!" "Maybe when you can win a karate fight against me, then I can call you something else. It's not my fault you can't take me" "Yeh yeh your so funny Y/N" You and Johnny shared a look and laughed, you guys were always playful together. "So Daniel, why are you hanging out with Johnny? The last time I saw you both together you were in that tournament" "Me and Johnny have had our differences and issues yes, but we've put that behind us and we are working together to keep miyagi do a float" "Oh I remember miyagi do, it was always a lovely environment there. So you've both taken it over?" "Yes, its had its ups and downs, but were trying" "That's great to hear. So? Why did you ask me to come down hear Johnny? What's going on that you need help with?" Johnny and Daniel share a concerned look, and Johnny looks back at you with a serious expression.

"Y/N, do you remember a guy called sensei John Kreese?" "Do I? He was an #sshole who acted like a psycho. Is he still around?" "Hey was...but it seems that he wasn't the one we had to worry about" "What do you mean?" "You see, Kreese brought back cobra kai when Daniel opened Miyagi do, and lots of sh#t happened that we don't really have time to explain. Let's just say, sh#t hit the fan! Anyway, Kreese needed help after his first attempt at reopening cobra kai didn't work, and that's where HE came into the picture" "I'm sorry, HE?" "Daniel sat up a little to face you. "Johnny is talking about a guy called Terry Silver, this guy made Kreese look like a picture of serenity, and Kreese is a god damn psychopath! He trained me years ago, and he tried to turn me into something I wasn't, he even trained me to a point where he made my knuckles bleed" "Oh my god that sounds awful! So this Terry guy came back and made everything worse for you guys?" Johnny nods "He did, he's planning on making cobra kai dojo's all over the valley, and we entered a tournament recently and we lost the chance to run miyagi do. His main dojo isnt far from hear, and he is running the place with a new sensei, and she is dangerous" "But I still don't know why you asked me down hear" "I invited you down hear to see if you could help us in our fight against Terry Silver. I've been in a fight with him myself, and f#ck me that old b#stard can kick! He's the strongest around and noone can take him down. That's why I invited you back Y/N....your the only one who can take him down" "What? Why do you think that?" "Y/N, you've trained your entire life to be the sensei you are today, and strangely, both you and Silver have trained and mastered the same karate style and had the same master. But you have way more experience that he does, he has only mastered that fighting skill, and he's dangerous. But YOU! You've mastered that style, plus you've mastered tae kwan do, capoeira, krav maga, kang soo do AND bojutsu! You even know weaponry! That's f#cking awesome! And Terry would shiver at the thought of you" "Daniel? What are your thoughts on this?" "We had discussed having a plan B for incase something was to go wrong and we needed help, even after we asked Chozen for help, he managed to figure out that we were trying to play him. But now, we have to think about the safety of our families, and that's where you as our plan B comes in. Your the only one strong enough and clever enough to face him, and you have the intellect to put him in his place if he tries to manipulate us"

"Daniel's right, I've never known anyone who can stop you physically or intellectually Y/N. I mean you can be a right pain in the ass! But your still our best hope at helping us. So the question is, will you help us?" "Before I give you an answer, I need more details about this Terry guy" "What do you want to know?" "Well firstly, Daniel you said that he taught you when you were younger, so he must be much older than us?" Johnny smirks and says "That ancient piece of sh#t has got to be in his late fifties maybe early sixties" "So quite a bit older then" "Don't let that fool you Y/N, he managed to kick my ass once when me, him and Kreese saw eachother in the old dojo. He may be old, but f#ck me he can kick!" "So he's very strong then? I like a challenge. So what exactly would I be doing?" Daniel takes a sip of his coffee then says "Its mostly for protection Y/N, he has threatened to hurt my family and has already tried with Johnny's. There is this charity event for some bonsai tree's tomorow, and unfortunately I've been told it's being held at Terry's home. All I would need you to do is come with me and Amanda, and if Terry tries any manipulation tactics, I would just ask for your support, to show him that he can't do anything when your around. Make him feel scared for once" "I can absolutely do that for you Daniel, from the way you've described him, I already know how he might behave. He's showing the rest of the world how (nice) he is while you guys see the real him, I know how to go about men like that. What time do you need me ready tomorow?" "Oh thank you so much Y/N, it's at 1.30. You can catch a lift with me and Amanda if you like?" "That's a kind offer Daniel, but I'm going to make my own way up there, I have an idea how I can play this, I'll just need the address"

The next day, you take a taxi up to the address you were given, prepared for anything that might happen there. You wore this beautiful mixed coloured dress that really accentuated your body shape, but little did everyone else know, this dress was hiding something amongst itself that only you knew about...something that would warn this Terry Silver, not to mess with you.

You are lead through this very neat and tidy modern house, full of greys and silvers for decorations. Whoever this Terry was, certainly liked his style in a certain way. You followed many people who walked through the house to all meet by this enormous outside pool, were there were chairs already set up and little areas to get yourself a drink or a snack. "Y/N, your finally hear" Daniel said as he came and greeted you. "Hi Daniel, am I late?" "No not at all, I was just worried you had changed your mind about this while thing that's all" "No need to worry about that Daniel, I'm still more than happy to help you and your family" A lady had called out to everyone to take their seats, as everyone does, you sit beside Amanda, Daniel's wife as Daniel stands up at the front to talk to everyone. They start the bidding, and many people make lovely offers, you were planning on making an offer too, but you were just waiting for the right moment. The highest it had got to was $5000, and just before the lady accepted, a voice from a few seats behind you said "$30.000 dollars" Everyone was shocked at that price, and when you turned around to see who it was, you see this very handsome and quite sophisticated looking older gentleman. He wore a beautifully tailored suit, he had his silver hair in a neat and tidy pony tail, a smug look on his face, and the money to go with it? This had to be Terry Silver, and little did he know, you still hadn't placed a bit yet...

"$30.000 from Mr-" "$45.000 dollars" You proudly say as you raise your card, everyone gasps in amazement, and it appears that you had cought Terry's attention too. "Sold! To the young lady in the 3rd row!" They clap for you as you stand up to speak at the front with Daniel, one of the ones clapping is Terry, with an amused smirk on his face, you definitely intrigued him. Daniel shakes your hand "Thank you very much miss L/N for your generous donation for all these bonsai trees" "Oh it's my pleasure Mr Larusso, I adore bonsai trees and I'm excited to be caring for these ones just like I have with many others I've had over the years" Everyone claps again before the auction stops and you, Daniel and the lady running it go somewhere private to take care of the money. About half an hour later, you and Daniel are back and meet up with Amanda who is enjoying a drink, you and Daniel have one too. A lady calls Amanda over to her so she politely leaves you both to say hello, so now it's just you and Daniel. "I can't believe you spent that much on those bonsai trees, plus, you went 15 grand over Terry's bid! I wasn't expecting that" "So that WAS Terry? I thought as much. Plus what I said about the bonsai trees was true, I've had many over the years. Charity will always have a helping hand from me" Daniel's face suddenly changed from happy to concern, and you were about to find out why.

"Good afternoon Daniel, it's a pleasure as always to see you again" "Terry...." "How are you enjoying my home?" "It's a house, I'm not that impressed" "That's what you say....oh how rude of me, I still haven't introduced myself to this lovely young lady hear" Terry says with a charming smile, holding his hand out to you. You smile back and give him your hand, to which he gives you a kiss on the back of it. "My name is Terry Silver"

"It's nice to meet you, my name is Y/N L/N" "What a beautiful name, and I must say, I'm very glad you came to this auction today" Daniel looks wound up by this, he knows Terry is trying to manipulate you, but your one step ahead. "Oh really? And why would that be Mr Silver?" "Well, not only have I never met a woman more radiant as you, but you did something today that noone else has done....you've suprised me" "Have I indeed?" Terry chuckles, smirking at Daniel too. "You certainly have....would you care for me to show you around my home? I'm sure you would enjoy it" "Do you show all the ladies hear around your home Mr Silver?" "Oh no, just you Miss L/N....So?" "While that's a kind offer, I'm actualy in the middle of a conversation with Mr Larusso hear" "Ah yes, Daniel....I'm not sure your aware of this miss L/N, but Mr Larusso hear probably isn't someone you would like to associate with"

"Oh really?" You ask, acting in the way he'd expect you too. "Is there something about you I don't know Mr Larusso?" Daniel knows your acting, but he plays along with you. "I-" "Oh don't feel embarrassed to tell this lovely woman Daniel....you shouldn't feel too ashamed of your past. You see miss L/N, Daniel hear used to run a dojo, just like the one I run right now. But...I'm afraid Mr larusso's ego got the better of him, and he challenged me and the wonderful children in my dojo to a tournament. The poor children of miyagi do were pushed to the limit of what they could do, and they suffered for it. It's a shame Daniel wasn't the sensei they needed" Daniel's blood was boiling now, he wanted to hit Terry so much.

"So you see Miss L/N, I have this wonderful home and a dojo for the children who deserve a real sensei. To guide them and show them how to become the best of the best. I think you should choose your company more carefully...you don't want to befriend the wrong sort around hear" "Terry I swear-" "Oh ho ho! Sorry Daniel, did that strike a nerve? I apologises for bringing up your mistakes, I'm sure Miss L/N understands that not everyone is cut out to be a sensei" This was enough now, no more playing the unknowing lady, Terry was pushing his luck.

"I do believe your right Mr Silver, from what you have said about Daniel hear I do believe I need to be a better judge of character" Terry smiles and looks at Daniel with this manipulative little stare. "I suppose I should really spend more time with a man like you Mr Silver" "I couldn't agree more" "Yes....a man who thinks that he can con the world with his smooth words and intelligence" Daniel smiles, and Terry's face slowly drops from a happy smirk, to one of confusion. "I beg your pardon Miss L/N?" "Oh I am sorry, was I not being clear enough. Please allow me to make it clearer for you. Your a con man Mr Silver, a man who will go to any lengths to make sure his true persona is hidden from the rest of the world, because instead of people being impressed by the man you pretend to be, the real you would just bore the undying hell out of people. They would pity you, feel sorry for you, and not see the manipulative character you play when others are around you" Again Daniel smiles, he is loving every moment of this. "So your right, I should make sure I know who to not be around and accociate my time with, and you are the one that's definitely at the top of that list. I will not associate with a man who drives a poor young boy to the point of pain, shame and actualy bodily harm, just to help an old friend from the army days. Making a child's knuckles bleed is abusive and manipulative, every time you think of that I truly hope shame is etched in your mind. You lie and scheme your way though everything just so your can have things your way, so you can be in control. To the point where you threated and attack innocent people like Daniel hear, or Robbie Keen, or Johnny Lawrence! How does it feel knowing there is someone out there who sees through your lies? Through this facade?"

You ask with a smirk.....Terry is stunned at first, but it seems now he knows your not just some innocent person who's wondered into the wrong conversation. "Well well Miss L/N, I'm guessing there's more to you than meets the eye? Your not hear today by coincidence are you?"

"Oh! So you can use your brain then?" You ask in a sarcastic way, making Daniel snort a little. Terry chuckles and runs his hand over his chin, looking around to make sure noone is close or looking over. "I should have known you were hear helping Daniel, he's never been able to truly defend himself" "Defending himself is one thing....when he has to protect his family that's another thing entirely.....you really think it's wise to threaten Daniel's family?" "I can do what I wish, I'm looking out for the future of my dojo" "Never have I ever heard more b#llsh#t than I have from what your spewing out of that poisonous mouth of yours" That took Terry by suprise, he's not used to being spoken to like this at all. "I do like you miss L/N....so why don't you do yourself a favour and stay out of this little disagreement me and Danny boy hear have together" "Aww, that's not going to happen I'm afraid, nice try though, very threatening. I was almost scared then, oh wait? Your threats mean nothing to me" Terry smiles and takes a step closer to you and Daniel, staring at you with those pale blue sapphire eyes. "You have no idea what a sensei like me can do, sensei's have many capabilities"

"Do they? Oh dear, maybe I should be more careful around someone who can fight.....hahaha! I'm sorry I couldn't keep a straight face there" Terry has no idea why your laughing, so Daniel says "Terry, YOU have no idea what sensei's are capable of....sensei's like Y/N" Terry's face changes "Your a sensei?" "You seem suprised by that Mr Silver? I know this dress doesn't exactly look like a GI-" "What are you trained in then? A little tae kwando?" You smirk and fold your arms at him, and Daniel says "She HAS mastered tae kwando Terry" "I knew it-" "Ah ah ah, not just that though. I'm guessing your old master didn't mention any other students he's taught then? Oh yeh, my mistake, he taught Y/N AFTER you" "You?.....Your master was-" "Master Kim Sung-Yung?" You say in response. "Yes that's right, he was my master. Oh! Correction, my first master. You see, once I had been fully trained by Master Kim Sung-Yung, I moved onto other forms of martial arts, like Bojutsu for example, oh that's my favourite by far" Terry starts to look a little nervous now, though he's trying to hide it. "What else was there? Oh yes, I've also mastered capoeira, krav maga. My skills in Kand Su Do are just one of the many skills I have......so if I were you....Terry....I'd be very careful, and choose YOUR company more carefully"

Check. Terry hasn't won this round, but he was going to try one last tactic. "Your a very strong and clever woman Y/N, I can't deny that. But you can't win against me, I've made a reputation hear, all these people hear are stupid enough to believe me. And why wouldn't they? I'm the man who gives to the community, offers lessons to children who need it, a shining example to the community. All these idiots hear would never believe you if you tried to say anything about me, neither of you have any proof, and I'll continue to do as I wish....noone is going to stop me" You can't help but chuckle, Daniel looks worried, but you give him a trustworthy look. "I see Terry....it seems there's really no tricking you is there?" "That's right" "And noone would believe me if I told everyone hear what you really think of them, and how cunning you are" "Absolutely" "You've got me there....(clearing your throat) Oh, I just have one question Terry, do you like my dress?" He smirks and looks you all over, like your a masterpiece. "It looks stunning on you, like it was made to be worn by a goddesses" "Oh my, your so kind" Daniel has no idea what your up to, but you give him a sly wink. "I'm so glad you like it Terry, I like it too. The colours, the material....oh! And this little part right hear....can you see this?" You say pointing to a very well hidden little shiny bead right inbetween your cleavage on the dress. "This Terry, is my little camera. I hope you don't mind that I'm wearing it, it complimented the dress you see" Terry's face drops, he's been caught out. "After my discussion with Daniel the other day, and my cousin. I thought it was necessary to bring this little camera along with me, and you walked into my trap beautifully"

Daniel cant help but smile smugly, finaly having the upper hand over Terry Silver. "Why don't you consider this a warning Mr Silver....you don't go near Daniel and his family, you stay away from my cousin and his family, oh did I mention Johnny Lawrence was my cousin? And I don't take to kindly to people assaulting my family members. So? Are you going to be a good boy and do as your told? Because if you misbehave, I might just have to release this little video of you admitting what you are really like. What you think of all these people, what you do to make everything go your way, and of course your threatening behaviour towards innocent people" Terry stares at you in stunned silence, unable to think of anything to say to you, you have him in the palm of your hand and he didn't like it. "Daniel, shall we have another drink? I can see champagne over there" "That sounds great" Daniel says to you, you smile as you both walk away from Terry, but you rest your hand on Terry's arm just before walking away, and whisper to him. "You've been used to being top dog around hear Mr Silver, well now there's someone who will happily knock you down if needs to be. I'm an understanding woman Terry, and consider this whole situation, me being kind. Because if you do anything to hurt anyone else.....I might just take after your slogan.....and I will show YOU no mercy. Do have a good day, you have got a lovely home" And just like that, you walk away towards Daniel and Amanda to have a drink, leaving Terry by himself. He's fuming and hates that he wasn't able to manipulate you or wind up Daniel, you were a whole other challenge.....a challenge he was happy to except. He turned around to look over at you and Daniel, anger was there, but it was replaced with something else....a smile? But why?....

After everyone had left the charity event at Terry's house, you made your way back to Daniel and Amanda's home along with Johnny. Daniel was over the moon with how you handled Terry. "How in the hell did you manage to get a camera that small onto your dress Y/N?" "I have many talents Daniel, and if Terry pushes his luck, he'll find that out the hard way" Johnny smirks and runs his hand across his jaw line. "Am I the only one hear who wants to see that ancient piece of sh#t push his luck?" All three of you chuckle, before Daniel looks at you with sincere appreciation. "You know Y/N, I'm so thankful you agreed to help us with Terry, I think he's met his match with you. If today was anything to go buy, I'm really hoping he will stay away" "I hope so too, and if he doesn't....trust me when I say that I will bring Terry Silver to his knees...."

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To anyone reading this story, I wanted to post it and let you decide if you want more. There is more to the story which I'm happy to write, I just wanted to post this part and find out if anyone would like to read anymore of this story, and of course I would write a steamy part too as it's an enemies to lovers idea. Just let me know and I'll see what I can do, thank you 💚

[rottenblur]

My modern romeo | J.MILLER

starcrossed lovers

Summary: Growing up forced into the WLF organization for survival, life was boring. Secretly trading with a rival group, the people from jackson, something goes wrong. Nothing lethal like your group finding out youre trading with sworn enemies, letal like falling deeply in love with joel miller.

WARNINGS: fluff, strangers to starcrossed lovers, smut in later chapters, age gap, reader 23, joel 40’s mentions of death jokingly, angst in later chapters, fluffiest shit I’ve ever wrote

Sneaking out of wolves base was scary, dangerous. Yet it was a commute you made every Friday without fail. You’d made a promise one year ago with a broad scary man, you’d trade with him every Friday apon request on things the wolves had, and jackson didn’t.

You’d come across him on a late night walk to go stargazing, he was out for way more important reasons, coming home from a supply run.

“You know. Theres a whole apocalypse out here, ‘nd here you are fucking stargazing.”

You sat up clutching your pistol, pointing it at him. Your back damp from the wet grass you were just laying on. He doesn’t say anything more, just holding his hands up in defence. “Didn’t mean to scare you sweetheart, just surprised to be honest.”

You put your pistol back in its holster, hanging on your hip. You trusted him, you trusted too easily, especially in this world. The words of your parents telling you to shoot him, that you can’t trust anyone ringing through your eyes, yet you ignore it.

He seemed nice though. Who would just stare at someone so vulnerable, if he wanted to kill you he would have. “I guess its my only happiness, the world is shit yet the stars still shine so beautifully.” You said leaning back on your elbows, looking at him the only light being the moon.

He smirks, or you think, hard to tell, too dark out. “ya mind if i join you?” You shake your head, he lays his backpack and shotgun down, stepping towards you. You can see him clearer now.

Hes aged, at least forty. His hair is scattered with grey strands, he had soft brown eyes, wrinkles around the edges. Facial hair, to match with his hair, his knees cracked when he kneeled next to you. A tan jacket stretched around his wide shoulders, fairly worn.

He laid down about a foot away from you, a comfortable distance for a stranger you just met. He tucked his arms to cushion his head from the wet grass.

“What’s that accent? Not from around here, i’m guessing.” You said gazing to the stars.

He looked over at you, then back to the stars, laughing before replying.

“You apocalypse babies, know nothing ‘bout the real world but to shoot. You’re right it’s texan, ’m from texas”

You frown “Hey! We arent all like that, maybe the ones born later, but i was born at the start you old fuck.”

He gasps pretending to be offended. “So you in a group? Too pretty to be on your own.” He points to your freshly washed clothes.

You smile at the compliment. “Unfortunately, if I got caught sneaking out i’m sure i’d be hung.”

You look over at him “what group are you from? I don’t believe in all that enemy bullshit, don’t be scared.”

He laughs. “As if you’d be able to kill me anyways, jackson.”

Fuck.

“Oh.” Is all you reply with, If the wolves found out you were hanging out with someone from jackson, you’re sure they wouldn’t even give you the pleasure of a quick death.

“What?” He looks at you.

“Im a fucking wolf.” You pinch your nose bridge with frustration.

He sits up shocked. “Yeah right pretty, little thing like you, is a WLF.”

You don’t say anything, the silence makes him believe you. “Fuck you’re serious.”

“Its my parents fault, not like I chose it. Whats it like in jackson?” You try to calm the conversation, the building friendship.

“It’s nice, its like the world before. Fucking Christmas lights and a bar.” He turns to face you.

You smile. “Really? A bar? That’s luxury.”

He smiles back. “I ‘suppose, you even old enough to be in a bar?”

You groan. “Fuck you! Im twenty three. Not like its your business- uhh what’s your name, i didn’t ask.”

He lets out a yawn, it was late maybe you were keeping him from his soft warm bed. You started imagining him shirt off, cuddled up in a blanket, mouth open, snoring away. Oh god i need to stop you think.

“Joel, Joel miller. Not that last names really matter anymore.”

You smile, it had a nice ring to it, you tell him your name and follow up with. “Okay Mister Miller, i have to ask what don’t have in your luxurious place of jackson.”

He lays back down staring at the stars as he thinks. “Books. There’s not alot of books, theres this book i was dying to read pre apocalypse and i never got ‘round to it, practically my biggest regret”

You giggle. “Must be a good book to stress that much over it, what book?”

“Crime and punishment, its a Russian novel, a classic i guess” He looks at you.

You sit up. “NO SHIT. I have that book at home, i could give it to you, if its truly your biggest regret”

He smiled bigger than before. “You sure? You’re not reading it? What don’t those wolves have?”

You shake your head. “Read it about a million times, it’s good. Those fluffy woollen socks, they aren’t much of knitters i guess.”

He smiles “It’s a trade then, got a shit ton at home. Meet on friday?”

You nod. “See you then. Shit, im out way later then usual, i gotta go. Can’t get caught or you might never get that book, Miller” You frown, get up and brush the grass off your jeans, walk to joel and shake his hand.

He accepts it, his rough tanned hand engulfs yours. His hand is big, over average you think, veins litter the top of it stretching up his arm.

Walking home you couldnt shake the smile off your face, you met someone new. Someone nice, someone handsome.

You plop on your bed, grab the most desired book by him. Flip to the first page and with a pen you scribble. “Hope it lives up to your expectations, from your dearest.” Adding the finishing touch, a star.

All you dreamt of that night was Joel’s face with the cast of moon light.

When friday arrived you counted down the minutes till four. Same time as your first meeting, you exchanged your trades.

It couldnt just stop at that, no. You talked about anything and everything, ending with your next trade items for the next Friday.

Thats how Friday became your favourite day. Joel’s day.

My masterlist

AN: this is 100% inspired by Romeo and Juliet

This is mostly a prologue, how reader and joel met next chapter will be them completely known to eachother, reader so god damn in love with him.. maybe he feels the same. This was short as it is just a prologue. Check out my other works of joel and javi on my master list.

[eundiarys]

# THE WAY I LOVED YOU — short teaser

⊹ pairing — choi yeonjun x fem! reader.

⊹ warnings — mentions of getting injured/broken leg, not proofread sorry your girl is lazy

⊹ extended summary — not being to get over your highschool ex even after he broke your heart is horrible. it’s understandable though, especially since he was your first everything. but yn has decided that it’s time to get out of her shell and date again! lucky for her, there’s a perfect candidate for that as her company’s president son is head heels for her. but what if it doesn’t work? what if she still longs for the way he loved her? and what happens if he feels the same?

⊹ genre — fluff, angst, crack, socmed, non idol! au, academic rivals, enemies to lovers, highschool au (flashback), opposites attract, second chance romance, exes to lovers, etc.

SENIOR YEAR OF HIGHSCHOOL — 2018.

you walk back and forth infront of the room as you hesitated to enter. of course, with beomgyu just staring and quietly judging.

you were currently In front of yeonjun's hospital room, clutching the chocolates and a flower and feeling slightly guilty and unsure of your purpose for being here.

oh right, you “accidentally” kicked the ball too hard that it somehow got to choi yeonjun — and now he has a broken leg.

“gyu, can’t i do this tomorrow?”

“you said that yesterday. and the day before. and you also said the same thing the day before yesterday!”

“pretty please?”

“nope. that won’t work on me! now go!” beomgyu gives you a gentle nudge before shutting the door.

fine. i’ll go in. it’s my fault anyway….

in all honesty, do you feel bad? yes.

but do you regret it doing it? absolutely not. he’s just an arrogant competitive asshole!

after hesitating, you finally knocked on the damn door.

you thought yeonjun was the one who responded with the barely audible "you can come in!", so you entered.

“yeonjun? it’s yn!" as you set your presents on the side table, you shout softly.

“oh? yn?” a sweet voice responded. when you turned around, you see yeonjun who is glaring at you like crazy, next to mrs. choi, who was smiling at you warmly.

you had a small conversation with mrs choi, but after about 10 minutes she excused herself and said she had to meet a friend.

leaving you alone, with the devil.

you sat down beside him.

you’re quite enjoying this silence. you don’t think he is though.

“so… i heard jeon si-ah confessed to you.” you finally broke the silence between you too.

i mean, you’re the one visiting him in his hospital room anyway. He doesn’t have to say anything, and you were the one who wanted to come without him asking. so you should totally be the conversation starter!

“is that the main reason you came to see me? If yes, please get out. I liked it better when you were not talking.” he answered, making it visibly clear that he’s annoyed.

“don’t think like that.. it’s because i feel bad for kicking the ball too hard and somehow it ended right on your leg!”

“you sure that wasn’t just on purpose…?”

“100% sure. now, will you answer my question?”

“you didn’t even ask me a question.”

“come on, don’t be stupid! What do you think about Si-ah?”

he stayed silent for awhile. “she’s pretty, i guess.”

“you guess? bro, what else do you want? she’s rich and so are you, she’s pretty, has such a charming personality and —”

“she’s not you.”

you kept quiet. “what?”

“she isn’t you.”

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[writteninthesewalls28]

Between love songs and internet cruelties

A prequel to "between shards and "I love you"s

A/n: This work is part of the "be my valentine challenge" by @bemyvalentinechallenge for the day 11 prompt.

Summary: Eris, Niall’s girlfriend, starts struggling with all the hate she gets from Niall's fans and when he finds out, he has a good strategy to cheer her up…

Warnings: mental health, cyber bullying

I heard Niall unlocking the door and quickly tried hiding my tears from him.

Because we are currently in a world wide pandemic and I worked as an elementary school teacher when I wasn´t singing, I was always home, day and night, every day of the week.

Which, obviously also caused lots of boredom from time to time.

And was there any better thing than reading mean comments about myself and crying?

Niall’s and mine relationship had become official just one week after we met. And the media immediately drew all their attention to us.

Two singers as a couple? That’s something new for them.

And then, there were the fans.

Of course not all of them were mean, but there just simply were some of them, who liked saying that I don’t deserve Niall and his love, that I'm not good enough for him.

Under a video of my performance at the iHeart Jingle Ball last December, I stumbled upon some newer comments, talking about me.

That I was fat, not worthy of love, ugly, too clumsy, weird, dressed too casual…

These comments hurt. They really did.

But if I'd tell Niall about this, he'd anyways just defend his own fans (that’s at least what I'd do if someone said something bad about mine) and wouldn’t believe me. It isn’t his fault anyways.

It probably is my fault because I started dating him in the first place. That´s also what makes living together with him for quarantine so hard, I get constant reminders that I don´t even deserve him, but am still around him for most of my time and have to play it off like everything is amazing.

"Hey baby!" Niall said, taking his bag off his shoulder and placing it on the kitchen counter. "I bought your favorite sweets for tonight! Did you decide for a movie yet? Please don´t let me go through the torture of another enemies-to-lovers story." he said, laughing to himself and still not looking at me. He´s focused on packing the food out of the bag.

Then I saw Chocolat chip cookies in his hands.

They don´t taste as good in the UK as they do back in the US, but it´s better than nothing to make me feel closer to home.

That´s exactly what I needed now, somehow Niall always knew it.

He turned to me and his face changed from happy to serious really quickly.

Great, you could still see that I had been crying. Why did I always cry so ugly anyways?

"Are you okay?" He said, sitting down on the chair next to me. I knew he wouldn´t accept a ´yes´, but I tried anyways.

"Don´t lie to me, I can pratically still see the tears on your cheeks." Niall never failed to make me laugh. "So, what´s going on? Did something happen, did I maybe do something wrong?" He gently touched my arm and stroked over it, to make me feel more comfortable, which actually somehow worked.

Without saying a word, I handed him my phone, where the comments were still visible. It was quite funny to watch to see Niall´s face turn more and more confused and shocked at the same time. He couldn´t believe it.

"First off, why are you reading this?" He asked, still staring at the comments in complete disbelief.

"I don´t know. I just came across it" I had to take a deep breath to stop myself from starting to cry again. "And I know, that I´m not the perfect girl for the fans… I don´t even know why this upsets me so bad." I tried explaining my sensitivity to Niall.

For a few seconds, I wondered, if he even heard me because he was still focused on the phone, but then he said something. "But you´re perfect to me. The fans can´t decide who I date or who I love. You are perfect for me Eris!"

A small smile appeared on my lips. Before I met Niall, I never knew how great words of affection could feel, but Niall was the inofficial king in making me feel better, just through words.

I understood why so many people find comfort in his music, it was truly amazing to listen to it.

"I´m definitely post about this on Instagram, they have to stop." Niall called out and then stood up, probably to get his own phone.

Just minutes later, you could find a new post on Niall´s official instagram, addressing the cyber mobbing against his girlfriend. He knew, not all of the fans were doing this, but the ones who were doing it, should stop. It´s wrong to hurt people like that and he actually thought it was something everyone knew by now.

I loved this man so much, he would never be able to know.

"Let me show you something." he then said, after posting the new text and stood up to grab his guitar from the sofa.

You never love yourself half as much as I love you

You never treat yourself right darling, but I want you to

If I let you know, I´m here for you

Maybe you´ll love yourself like I love you.

I immediately knew which song he was singing there, and quickly added the "You sing". The fans would´ve been proud of me.

I had little tears in my eyes and as soon as Niall was finished with singing, he gently wiped them away with his hand.

Yeah, the fans could say whatever they want, he was my man.

[jake-whatthefisgoingon-kiszka]

Summer Crush

Hydrangeas

Part 5

Summary: Sam had been caught in the middle of a friendship triangle for years. The problem was it wasn’t a competition for you. No you actually had a secret crush on his other best friend, Danny. When the boys come home for the summer Sam gives you one word of advice, distance yourself from Danny.

Pairings: Danny Wagner x fem reader x Sam Kiszka *slash pairing

Warnings: 18+, NO minors!, sexual content, slash pairings, friends to lovers, kind of enemies to lovers, love triangles, drinking, other recreational drug use, talk of jealousy, potential threesomes, not going too into detail yet don’t want to spoil it but do be warned 🫣, if the part number is in italics then there’s spice

Word count: 6.9k hehe I did not do that on purpose

“Fuck off, Sam” your voice was a serious tone of caution with the hint of an exhausted groan.

“Don’t be mad at me for the rest of the night, I told her I’m off limits for the next 24 hours” Sam sighed, although his sound was still smug and slightly annoyed which only pissed you off even more.

You started to ignore him now, sitting on the concrete bench outside the venue and crossing your arms. You squeezed your hands against your bare upper arms in an attempt to ignore the sting of the cold outside air.

“Look, she came onto me”. Sam for whatever reason continued to talk thinking he was doing himself a favor but instead just making himself look more like an ass. “I’m not even that into her anyways”.

“Then what the hell are you doing Sam?! Trying to make an absolute joke out of me?” Your voice came out this time a little louder than you had anticipated, exploding out of your mouth in frustration and hurt.

He looked over at you puzzled and you rolled your eyes at his complete lack of understanding for how his behavior tonight reflected badly on you. Sure just about everyone here knew you and Sam were only friends, but that didn’t mean he had the go ahead to make out with whoever he wanted. He was here as your date but he wasn’t acting like it whatsoever.

It had been Josh’s idea for you to invite Sam to prom. After all, when it was Sam’s senior year he would probably be too busy to attend his own prom, so you all figured going together this time around would be more fun anyways. Fun it was, until you went searching for the restroom and found Sam leaned over with a random girl pressed against the wall, shamelessly making out.

Anyone who wandered down the right hallway could have seen them, and by the looks on their faces they didn’t seem surprised that they’d been caught, but that it was you who did the finding.

You were starting to realize that although Sam was supposed to be accompanying you to this stupid dance as your best friend, he was just another horny teenage guy looking to get an easy hookup with a desperate girl.

You sighed and closed your eyes, trying to let the cold breeze cool you down both figuratively as it was physically. Once that started to work you back tracked your thoughts. It wasn’t fair of you to call that girl desperate, even if it was only to yourself, but you still felt bad. On the other hand, you were still pretty upset with the way Sam was handling it like you were over reacting. Still, you didn’t want to let it ruin the rest of your prom.

“Apologize, like you mean it, and we will go back inside”.

Sam scoffed at first, he felt like you were treating him like a child, but eventually he gave in and took a seat next to you on the bench.

“What’s the big deal anyways, it’s not like we’re together” he kicked a pebble that was on the ground in front of him as he was avoiding your glare by staring down.

“That’s not the point, you don’t go around making out with others while you’re supposed to be with someone else regardless of whether you’re together or not. It’s just common courtesy” you stated the simple truth but he still felt like it was just a scolding which wasn’t helping him see his fault in the matter any clearer.

“You ever stop to realize that by me inviting you here meant I didn’t get to come with anyone else? Maybe I wanted to go to my prom with an actual date” your hands were still crossed tightly over your chest, but if they hadn’t already been then you surely would have crossed them now.

Finally this conversation was starting to get his true interest, although maybe for the wrong reasons. He turned towards you trying to hold back a mischievous smirk. “Who would you rather be here with then?”

You shrugged your shoulders, you weren’t exactly trying to insinuate that you wanted someone else. It was just another point you were making. Although once the idea was in your head you couldn’t help but think of the only other person you could see yourself with here, Danny.

There was no telling how Sam would react to that picture though, his two best friends going to prom together while he stayed at home. Yeah, he didn’t seem like the type to be thrilled about being left out like that, which was why you were here with him instead.

“Would you just apologize already so we can go, it’s really cold out here” you ignored answering his question and reminded him he still had to make this up to you.

“You’re the one who took off out here in the first place” again he was trying to reflect the blame, but soon enough his posture softened and he wrapped his arm around your shoulders pulling you close to him in an effort to help warm you up just a little. “I’m sorry”.

You let your breath fall from your lips like you hadn’t realized you’d been holding it in for a while now. Looking up over at him you nodded in acceptance and you both stood. He kept you under his arm as you both walked back into the building together to rejoin the party. “I’m also sorry that my good looks are just too irresistible to most these women in here” he popped out right before you made it back into the ballroom where the dancing was still going strong.

You shoved him off of you and made your way through the maze of covered tables over to the one you shared with his brothers and their dates. First you downed what was left of your drink before trying to find where they were on the floor ready to dance out the rest of your frustrations.

Although you met up with some friends and started bouncing to the beat of the popular pop songs they played you couldn’t help but search the crowd for the brothers.

Josh was easy to find. He enjoyed dancing and parties so he was having a great time, probably hadn’t even noticed that either you or Sam had disappeared for so long. Jake was harder to spot, he was standing towards the edge of the dance floor near the drink table. Although this wasn’t exactly his scene, he was enjoying watching his older brother make a fool of himself without it being at his own expense.

At this point, you couldn’t care much what Sam was doing anymore, but your eyes still fell on him standing by your table giving a sly smile to the same girl from earlier.

Just when you thought your tightly braided and pinned up hair was about to come flying off the top of your head in an explosion of pressure, you stormed off the floor in his direction. Before you could interrupt them though, you watched as the girl shrugged her shoulders and Sam leaned over to give her a small hug only to turn away from her and catch your piercing stare.

“Someone’s still a little angry” Sam was bold to test your attitude but quickly followed it up with an explanation. “She came to me asking if I wanted to ditch the rest of the party. I told her although I would have loved to on any other occasion, tonight I had someone really important to me counting on me to be there for them”.

“Sam if you want to go just go” you sighed, already tired of trying to chaperone him instead of just enjoying yourself.

“No I’m serious” he grabbed your hand before you could walk away and held it there at waist height for a minute slowly rubbing his thumb across your knuckles, something he had done a thousand times in the past to help calm you down. “I didn’t realize tonight meant so much to you. Let me try to make it up to you?”

You tucked your chin down against your collar, trying to figure out what had gotten into you all of a sudden as you felt your cheeks flush. Tonight was never meant to be a big deal to you; it was just another highschool right of passage, a tradition and you weren’t usually the one to care much for participating in things for traditions sake. Once the night came though, you got all dressed up and it hit you that this evening might be one of the last important nights you got to spend with the three of them. Even with that sentimental realization it wasn’t explaining why you were so mad at Sam for ditching you earlier. You chalked it up to your hesitancy to let him go when the end of the summer would eventually put more distance between the two of you than ever before. Yeah it had to be that, because you couldn’t let yourself believe you were getting caught up in the fantasy of prom night as you let your best friend guide you back onto the dance floor.

“Hey, are you awake?” Sam questioned while you blinked your eyes open and closed. You were curled up against the door in the backseat and he had the opposite open, leaning over across the seats as he gently shook your shoulder to wake you. When he determined you were conscious enough to understand what he was telling you he revealed the reason for the interruption of your dream. “We are on grocery pick up duty, this is the closest market to the lake house. You might want to come pick out your own snacks”.

You sat up slowly and glanced through the window you were just soundly asleep on and saw the small nearly empty parking lot you were now parked in. A small but sufficient grocery store clad in log cabin style siding was just across the lot and you could just barely catch a glimpse of Danny’s figure walking through its front doors.

“Yea ok I’ll catch up” you replied stretching out your tight body and Sam backed out of the tight space, running to meet Danny inside before he got too far.

You grabbed your cross body bag and opened the passenger side door to lock the car before making your way inside as well, although you decided to go off on your own rather than listen to the boys argue and debate over what to get for everyone. Surely the twins had to have realized putting these two in charge of selecting the food for the week meant someone would be making a store run later on to get stuff for actual meals before you all starved. Still you were interested to see what they would get as you wandered through the aisles picking out a few of your favorites before you found yourself farther away from the food and into the rows of products double checking you hadn’t forgotten any necessities.

Just as you were about to finish up and try to find the boys you stopped in your tracks, biting at your thumb nail as your eyes fixated on the assortment of small boxes hanging in front of you.

You hadn’t expected to be browsing through the condom selection of some random small town market, but once they caught your eye you started to think having some just in case might be a good idea.

Before you could second guess yourself you reached up and grabbed a random box off the shelf and hurried down the aisle, checking all around you to make sure you were not going to get caught until after you had checked out.

You were pleased to see that although the store was quaint they still had a few options for self service. Quickly you scanned the box and threw it into your bag before accounting for the rest of your things and paying the total without a sign of either boy in sight. You breathed a sigh of relief, almost flabbergasted with yourself for not only attempting that but succeeding.

It took about another fifteen minutes before you spotted Sam and Danny rounding around the end of the aisle towards the check out with a cart full of what they had decided on. You helped them scan the items, chuckling at the variety but honestly surprised they seemed to have done quite a good job.

“Jake text me a list” Danny admitted to you and Sam shot him a faux hurt look like Danny had betrayed a secret they had which only made you giggle harder as you all carried the bags out to the car.

“Only about 35 minutes left before we get there” Sam announced as he started the car back up once everyone was situated back in their seats only this time Sam was driving instead of Danny since he was more familiar with the directions.

Although the first half of the drive was rather quiet with Danny playing soft music over the speakers, tapping his fingers with the beat against the steering wheel while you and Sam did little to keep him company. Now you were all snacked up and energetic for the last stretch. The anticipation that the excitement of the week held permeated the atmosphere of the car as the three of you sang along loudly to Sam’s choice of songs.

Although Sam’s eyes were mostly fixed on the road, Danny was able to look back at you, flashing you a toothy grin which made your heart ache. “Are you sure you’re ready to share a house with us for a whole week? Not going to get sick of them by Tuesday?”

You narrowed your eyes, fighting your lips turning up into a smile at the corners, at the way he said ‘sick of them’ like he wouldn’t be included in the feeling. “You forget I’ve actually been before”.

You knew exactly what you were getting yourself into, but nothing you could consider happening was more nerve wracking than the talk you eventually were going to have to have with Sam.

Days before agreeing to all go on the trip together you had told Danny that you didn’t want to keep your relationship a secret from Sam anymore. You had even been as honest as to admit to him you didn’t really consider each of you dating until you made it official by telling the others. Josh and Jake you both knew wouldn’t be a problem, but the words Sam had told you that night at the party when everyone got back to town rang through your ears as a constant anxiety that he might not accept it, his best friends being together in a way that he wasn’t included. Or at least you figured that was why Sam would be so against it.

The time passed by quickly while you and Sam shared old memories of a childhood summer when you came to the lake house to Danny who looked more than pleased to be hearing about a very young you holding your ground against the Kiszka bunch who were even more rambunctious as kids.

Before you knew it Sam was turning into the driveway and your memories turned into a strong form of nostalgia as you saw the house for the first time in so many years.

Josh’s car was already parked, he and Jake had driven up the day before to make sure everything would be ready when the rest of you got here.

Sam took off inside, you and Danny shaking your heads and sharing a look before you both stayed behind to gather up the groceries to bring in. Jake met you halfway and took over for you so you could go back and collect your bags to bring inside as well.

As soon as you entered through the front door Sam and Josh were chasing each other through the living room, Sam nearly knocking into Danny who was trying to bring his half of the groceries into the kitchen just further on.

“What are they fighting about already?” You asked Jake who was avidly ignoring them as he put the items from the bags away.

“Sam is mad because Josh said he slept in his room last night” Jake replied to you while still ignoring his brothers arguing.

“He says he slept in my bed naked last night!” Sam hollered from the living room in clear disgust before attempting to launch forward at Josh again who nimbly avoided his grab once more.

“What can I say? The sheets came out of the dryer so warm!” he teased with a smirk. No one really believed him, probably not even Sam, but him even pretending it happened was egging Sam on.

You shook your head and turned back to Jake, “How are the sleeping arrangements being made?”

“Josh and I are sharing my parents' bedroom down here. Sam’s taking his usual room, and you and Danny can decide who wants our rooms upstairs” Danny had left back outside to get his and Sam’s things, but he returned just in time to hear the last bit of what Jake was telling you.

“Upstairs?” Danny clarified and started up the stairway by the door to put their belongings up in the rooms.

Sam shot Josh one last warning look before giving in and following Danny up to show him where all the rooms were located.

“Here, let me help you with that” Josh walked over to you and offered to carry your larger bag up the stairs. “You can take my room” he went up first, meeting Sam and Danny at the top, hesitating for a moment when Sam debated trying to catch him once more.

“Can you guys please drop it?” You called up at them, trying to finish making your way up the steps before another running match broke out. They were definitely trying to show off since everyone was all here now.

“Excuse me, I’m trying to show the lady to her room” Josh eased past them to go to the door at the end of the hallway on the left.

Sam’s room was the only bedroom on the right of the hallway, you vaguely remembered it from the last time you were here, but you had never been in Jake or Josh’s rooms which were just across the hallway.

Once inside you noticed it was a little smaller than you remembered Sam’s bedroom being, either that or growing older had just put the proportions into perspective.

Josh set your bag down as you walked around, taking the small details in. There wasn’t much in the house outside of the usual vacation home decorations, but something about it still felt like Josh. That would definitely take some getting used to.

“Don’t worry, your sheets are clean” Josh smiled but nervously wiped his palm on the back of his neck.

“Thanks, for inviting me and letting me stay in here” you offered him back a smile although it didn’t do much to help ease the awkwardness of the situation.

“Of course, we’re glad you came. Sam is across the hall,” he took a few steps to the side and opened the door to show you a small empty closet with one clothing rod and a couple of built-in shelves. “Bathroom is through that door” he pointed over to another door across the room.

You chose to walk over this time, opening the door to check there was indeed a bathroom on the other end like he’d said. Inside was a long narrow bathroom with a double sink and another door at the other end. You raised an eyebrow and looked over at him in question.

“Oh, right, it’s a shared bathroom with Jake’s room, well Danny’s for the time being. I’ll show him where the bathroom is downstairs so you can have this one for yourself”. He walked past you and opened the door to the joint room to which you found a surprised Danny on the other side.

“Hey” you smiled over at him from behind Josh.

“Hey” he replied, trying to concentrate on the boy in front of him before giving up and tearing his eyes off of him to look at you. Once you caught each other's eye he smiled back and Josh glanced between you two before brushing it off.

“I was just telling her I would show you the bathroom downstairs so she can have some privacy with this one” Josh explained to him, hopefully not noticing the heavy air that was quickly settling in the room around you.

“Of course” Danny replied with a sideways smirk, although he seemed pretty pleased to find out the rooms the two of you were staying in were connected.

“Have any plans for the rest of the afternoon?” You asked Josh while you still had him up here.

“Not much for today, just want everyone to get settled” he shrugged his shoulders and offered to continue showing Danny around the rest of the house since he was the only one who had never been before.

You retreated back into your room and unpacked a few things before heading back downstairs to see if Jake needed help with anything.

The rest of the afternoon went by smoothly, each of you taking turns helping get dinner ready in the kitchen and setting up the dining table which sat right in front of large French doors that overlooked the backyard. Just a few yards and a bit downhill you could see the glistening waters of the lake shining in bright hues of yellow and orange with the setting sun.

After dinner the boys brought out some drinks and migrated through the sliding glass doors, starting a fire at the pit which was surrounded by lounge chairs. Each of you took a chair and nursed your drinks while the fire roared to life. There was some small talk, but mostly everyone just watched as the flames flicked wildly in the otherwise pitch black night of the countryside.

Although none of you had done anything particularly exerting compared to what was surely in store, you knew there was always something about road trips that tired people out.

That being said, Sam was the first to excuse himself, Jake following him back inside to retire for the night as well.

You gave it a while, you were pretty tired as well but thought you could manage staying out a little longer if Josh and Danny were going to.

It grew much quieter with just the three of you outside now, the sound of the fire fighting against the wind to stay alive crackling a constant form of white noise into the night.

“I have a treat for you guys” Josh finally spoke, his voice just barely above the sound of the fire. He hopped up from his spot and ran inside briefly before returning with a wide smile like he was up to no good.

“I’m a little worried” you chuckled nervously until Josh revealed a small joint expertly rolled in a tight brown wrapper.

“Hell yes” Danny smiled back to Josh and took the piece from him to inspect it. Josh encouraged him to light it up then the two of them shared a couple of puffs until you cleared your throat.

Danny looked over at you suprised, sure they had seen you drink from time to time, but never engage in any other forms of recreation. It was obvious they weren’t around your sophomore year of college.

You extended your hand and Danny gave you a turn. You tried to act cool and take an easy hit, but it had definitely been a long time since you had participated and the stuff Josh had was far better than anything you’d ever tried in college so you ended up coughing pretty hard and giving it back after just a couple of tries.

Josh still seemed to be impressed, a permanent smile plastered on his face as he was given another turn, his eyelids already starting to drop.

It was Danny’s turn again but the wind had picked up considerably, most likely due to the black clouds that were drawing closer and closer in the sky threatening to consume the last bit of moonlight that was keeping you out.

He fought back strands of long hair that were flying around his face and you called him over to sit in front of you while you worked his hair through your fingers, braiding it back so that it wasn’t blowing around anymore.

As he sat on the ground between your legs, either forgetting where he was for a moment or just too high to care anymore, he ran his fingers up the back of you leg before bringing his palm around the curve of your knee and caressing your thigh.

Your posture stiffened but you were almost done braiding his hair so you finished the last bit then allowed him back up.

“Thanks” he smiled over at you when he returned to his seat, his eyes lingering on your presence just a little too long before shifting his attention back to the fire.

“Oh you’ve got to be kidding me!” Josh exclaimed. Despite his inebriated state he was darting back and forth between you and Danny, finally picking up on the not so stealthy interactions you were both doing a terrible job at hiding all day. “The two of you?!” He was putting the pieces together quickly and there seemed to be no denying it now.

“What?” Danny’s eyes were wide with shock as he fought in his foggy mind to quickly come up with an excuse.

You saved him the struggle though, letting Josh be the first one in on your secret. “Actually, yeah. We’re kind of together”. You reached over and Danny happily took your hand in his, giving it a squeeze for support. “But the others don’t know. We want to tell them when the time is right, especially Sam. Okay?”

Josh erupted in laughter, maybe this hadn’t been the ‘right’ time to tell him while you were all feeling funny and out of it, but it still felt like a partial weight off your chest. “Sam’s going to be pissed” Josh replied when the laughter died down, shaking his head and taking the last puff of the joint before setting it out on a rock next to him.

“Any advice?” Danny asked, thinking now that you at least had one Kiszka in your corner it would make converting all of them easier.

“Maybe just don’t wait too long?” He offered, standing up to indicate he was about ready to go inside now. “And do a little better at hiding it until you tell him otherwise he will eventually catch on. Sam can be dense sometimes but you’re probably the two most important people in the world to him that aren’t his blood”.

Despite having been overly happy just a moment ago, Josh’s words sank in hard. On one hand it was nice to hear someone else doting on your unique relationship, but further knowing how betrayed Sam would feel when you told him made you worry how this would eventually all turn out.

“I think I’m ready to go back inside” you turned towards Danny who shook his head and helped Josh put the fire out before you all returned to the house. Rain started to fall from the sky just as you made it back in, but still managed to catch the each of you with a couple of large drops.

“Well good night, and good luck” Josh whispered as he snuck into the room downstairs trying not to bother Jake inside.

Danny followed you up the stairs, grabbing your waist and pulling you into a quick kiss before you parted ways into your own rooms.

You took your time getting ready for bed, mostly because you could hardly feel your limbs anymore. The few takes at the joint outside combined with the couple of drinks you had were starting to affect you more than you anticipated.

After your nighttime routine and slipping into a little pajama shorts set you crawled on and sank into the bed. Normally the sound of thunder outside would keep you awake, but tonight it was actually calming you down as you closed your eyes and began to drift off.

The thunder also concealed the sound of a door opening in the room, you had no idea the bathroom door had creaked forward until you felt someone crawling from the end of the bed through the blankets towards you.

A pair of calloused hands slid their way up your legs easily finding the hem of your shorts and tugging them down. You sighed, opening your legs once they were free of the fabric and allowing the body to settle between them.

“Danny-” you mewled, knowing no one else in the house would be joining you in the bed like this. He pulled the covers slowly down, first off your chest then further down until he could peak his head out and see you.

“Shh” he sounded with a finger to his lips before he moved that finger and brought it to your center, rubbing it through your folds and teasing around all your sensitive spots.

“Mmm, Danny please” you whimpered, moving your hips trying to catch his touch against where you needed it.

“You will have to be quiet, don’t want to wake anyone up” he glanced over at the door to the hallway with a cocked eyebrow before returning to you and placing wet kisses between your thighs.

The storm outside was raging on, a flash of lightning illuminating the room only briefly but revealing the most salacious image of Danny going down on you followed by a loud crack of thunder.

“On second thought, you can be loud, we just have to time it right” he smiled up at you with a glint in his eyes at his new found entertainment.

“What do you mea-” you weren’t following his line of thought but was immediately silenced by the feeling of his tongue dragging up where his finger had just been tracing and settling over the tip of your most sensitive area.

“I’ll show you, keep quiet for now” he muttered in between licks, waiting for exactly the right moment.

Another strike of lightning and Danny’s head shot up, replacing his tongue with this thumb and rubbing fast circles, his lips and chin glistening with how wet you were in the flash. “Here it is, count with me”.

“What?” You were more confused than before but growing less and less concerned with trying to understand him and more interested in him using his mouth again.

Another crash of thunder. “Three seconds, I can work with that” he said more or less to himself then moved back down to continue with his tongue, placing two fingers at your entrance but holding them there steady.

Another strike of lightning then within three seconds Danny was pushing inside drawing another moan out of you as the thunder rumbled past.

You were starting to understand now what he meant by getting the timing right. He was using the lightning and the following thunder to provide the cover he needed to draw the sound out of you, driving you absolutely crazy for a few seconds then letting back up so you could catch your breath and wait for the next moment to come.

Another strike of lightning and you tried not to tense up for what you now knew was coming. He pressed his lips around your clit and sucked while changing the angle of his fingers inside, curling the long digits up right into your favorite spot.

“Mmm- no no no no!” Your hand flew to your mouth as your protests lasted just a bit longer than the rumble of the thunder this time.

Danny slowed down and pulled back, looking up at you again with concern. “What is it? Did I hurt you?”

“Ohmygodno” you expelled in one long breath. “It feels so good” you whined, throwing your head back in frustration.

“Then what’s the problem?” You could hear the smirk in his tone as he picked up the pace a little, just waiting for the next flash to queue him in on when he could really go for it again.

You grabbed his hand before it could happen, moving to try and sit up to face him. “In my bag, on the dresser” you pointed over to the dark corner of the room where you knew you had left your crossbody with the box you bought earlier today just inside.

It was his turn to be confused but he did as you asked and left you to find the bag, flipping it open and fishing around. “You brought condoms?” He chuckled, surprised but pleased nonetheless.

“Bought them actually, today at the store” you giggled back, sitting all the way up to pull your top over your head. “Now are you coming back over here or not?”

He set the bag back where he found it and fumbled with getting the brand new box open, bumping into the bed while he was distracted.

“Wait” you stopped him from getting back onto the bed giving him a demand to complete first, “shorts, off”.

He pulled one square out and removed his only piece of clothes like you’d asked, leaving them on the floor with the box. You waited patiently and watched as he expertly rolled the condom on and got back onto the bed. The only problem now was he laid down next to you instead of where you wanted him to be, back between your legs of course.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” He sounded pained that he’d come this far just to hold himself back, but he had to make sure. “I know we’ve been doing things but I don’t mind keeping it like that for a while. At least until you know we’re officially dating”. You shoved his chest playfully knowing he was poking fun at you but still understanding his sentiment.

You took a moment to really think about what he was asking instead of choosing to stay wound up in the moment and making a rash decision. When you came inside after talking with Josh you’d decided you wanted to tell Sam tomorrow, but you were still unsure what the outcome of that conversation would be. You wanted this, especially now you wanted it bad. After tomorrow you didn’t know when the opportunity would present itself again, and if Sam was going to be pissed at you then you might as well make it worth your while.

Before giving him your answer you moved to swing a leg around his waist, placing either hand on both his shoulders to hold him in place to the bed and help keep your hips hovered above him. You moved one hand to cup his face making sure he was looking you in the eyes as you spilled out every emotion you’d been keeping secret all these years.

“Danny, no matter what happens this week I want you to know that you are such a good person. You’re so patient and caring, and sweet and kind and sexy. Fuck I want this, I’ve wanted it for so long. I want you, and I want you to want me, I need it, I-”

Danny cut you off by lunging forward and crashing your lips together. He grabbed at your hips, digging his fingertips into the flesh as he pulled you down flush against him. “I want you too” he assured you between passionate kisses.

You broke free but he continued his kisses down your neck and against your collar then even lower until he had one of your hardened nipples pulled between his lips sucking and nibbling on it. Lifting your hips again you leaned forward and whispered into his ear “good then fuck me already”.

With the warm up from earlier and the heat rising from your shared affections your core was aching to be filled again. He quickly helped grant your wishes by slipping a hand between your bodies and lining himself up before you slowly sank back down onto him sighing at the feeling of the good stretch until you were fully seated again. Taking your time, you placed a hand on his slightly sweaty chest to balance yourself as you rocked your hips forward and backwards.

Unfortunately the storm had already passed, only the lingering wind was blowing against the window as you both panted and muffled your moans.

You knew this position would work just fine for you, a tension was already growing in the pit of your stomach as you moved at a slow steady pace, but Danny was clenching his fists in the sheets, trying hard to let you keep control but wanting desperately to move himself.

“Can we switch?” You asked then tried to get up but Danny grabbed onto your waist and pulled himself forward until both of your chests were pressed together then rolled you over in one swift throw of your bodies.

You were surprised with the maneuver, giggling a little until your breath was caught as he hooked one of your legs around his arm and hitched it up to get a deeper angle.

“Right there!” You cried out into the safe space between his neck and shoulder, pulling some of the skin there into your mouth to keep the rest of your noises muted as he continued thrusting into you.

“Are you close?” He asked as you slowly drove him crazy placing kisses and love bites all up and down the curve of his neck being ever so careful not to leave any lasting marks, at least not tonight. “Please tell me you’re close, I don't think I can last much longer”.

“I’m close, just don’t stop” you ran a hand down his side. It lifted with the curve of his ass and you drug your nails down his cheek causing him to grunt and groan into your ear before slipping your hand between your bodies and finding the space to rub your fingers in circles.

You hadn’t realized how close you actually were until your knees started to shake and your body was feeling warm and fuzzy. Sucking in a deep breath your mouth falling open in silent bliss as the tension finally popped. Danny’s movements started to falter as your clenched around him but he kept going fucking you through your orgasm all the way until you came down.

You pulled him into an open mouthed kiss, your mind filled with nothing but utter amazement and satisfaction.

Danny let your leg go and collapsed on top of you, catching his breath for a moment before pulling back up and slipping into the bathroom to clean up real quick. Once he was done he leaned in the doorway, and you smiled over at him as you laid there rubbing your hands up and down your torso because your body just felt so good right now.

“That was umm” he chuckled, trying to find what best to say.

“Amazing?” You tried to finish his sentence for him.

“Fucking amazing” he replied as he walked back over, retrieving his shorts and slipping them on before returning to your side.

He propped himself up with his head in his hand and his elbow on the pillow as he also started tracing his fingers up your navel and around the curve of your breasts. It was dark in the room so you didn’t feel too exposed, but you also felt good about him seeing you like this, laid here and absolutely wrecked by him.

“Danny, I don’t want you to go” you sighed, not wanting to ruin the moment but too anxious about having to say goodnight to him after being so close.

“I won’t, I’ll stay right here” he tried to assure you but you knew he couldn’t.

“I don’t want him to figure out by finding us like this”.

“I’ll leave before the sun comes up, don’t you worry” he rummaged around in the sheets and the blanket that had gotten kicked down to the end of the bed for your pieces of pajamas. He helped you redress before laying his arm out and pulling you into a side hug. “Just go to sleep now. We will take care of everything else tomorrow”.

You turned onto your side and tucked your arm up under your head, wrapping the other one around his chest and nuzzling your nose behind his ear. His hair was still pulled back into the braid from earlier, just a few stray strands that had come loose from the night's activities. It still smelled like the smoke from the fire, with a mixture of his shampoo lingering and a bit of sweat. You inhaled and closed your eyes, tomorrow would come sooner than you were prepared for, but for the rest of the night you were going to simply enjoy being in his embrace.

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@jessicafg03

[healersadjust]

Have any of your characters fallen in love with or befriended someone others thought monsterous, be it physically or otherwise? Why did they feel different? Did they see through the monster easily or did it take time?

Did they ever think that maybe that person really was a monster and wanted to give up, but persevered and was rewarded (or not)?

@umbralaether also asked the same thing, thank you both so much!!!!!!!

Quite a few of my characters have! To nobody’s surprise, Aki is the one who has done so most often. How her adoptive family was so incredibly weird and somewhat monstrous themselves, Aki just thinks it’s completely normal.

Leonidas, when she first met him, was somewhat of a monster. He couldn’t control his fire magics at that time! and the slightest thing could set him off. He would often throw flames without even meaning to, and he would feel so awful about it every time. While many thought he was a freak for that, Aki saw Leonidas simply as a person. They got pretty close for that reason.

Additionally, Aki has befriended Dohv’a. Dohv’a is… well… Nobody’s quite sure what he is, but he’s similar to a vampire. He’s genuinely super fucked up, and is often referred to as a genuine evil man. Those accusing him of that are not exactly wrong, either. Him and Aki met when Dohv’a attempted to feed off of her, and she handed his ass to him on a silver platter. But instead of shoving him away, she was very curious. She learned more about him and is aiding him in finding a cure for whatever he is… And also is sometimes a Dohv’a babysitter, making sure he does not go kill random people. Their friendship is odd, and would require a much longer post to fully explain.

Aki also has a love of ghosts and dead things. Ghosts, zombies, anything and everything. I’ve recently decided she’s even had a ghost lover back in Heavensward. She does not fault a person for WHAT they are, simply who they choose to be. She sees through the monster almost immediately, mostly due to how she herself was (and occasionally still is) thought of as a monster.

Now, we have the case of Amil and his friends… They warrant their own post as well, but Aki’s adoptive family were the previous Warriors of Light. They don’t remember this, though. All they remember (best case scenario) was that they were adventurers together. None remember any specifics, though. They only remember their bond they had.

Amil, however, remembered NOTHING from before he woke up in the shroud surrounded by some… weird people he felt some inexplicable connection to. The group accepted Amil all over again, no thought about it.

When initially they met the first time, everyone had wildly different thoughts about Amil.

Florian and Constianne did not trust him, and it took quite a while for them to trust him. Avoid creatures are funky, and they don’t like that. Their parents were void hunters, and they began adventuring to avenge their parents death from, you guessed it, a voidsent. It took them the longest to trust Amil.

Lucien was also distrustful, but had more of the mindset of “keep your friends close and your enemies closer.” Lucien wouldn’t take his eyes off of Amil… but Amil never really did anything wrong? so he eventually began to trust him more.

Cecelia flirted with him. He’s pretty, okay? She doesn’t care if he’s from the void… but Amil was pretty unresponsive to her advances, not really understanding it. She eventually became super good friends with him!

And Cevi… Well, she was reason the group existed anyway. She had found each of these fucked up people and managed to get them all working towards the same goal. She saw potential from Amil, and annoyed him endlessly into joining their group. She made a deal with Amil that they would serve each other in aiding with their individual goals, and Amil joined. This deal was forgotten with the Calamity, though feelings still linger.

And funny enough, Amil does not believe in the supernatural. However, he would befriend someone like Dohv’a… though that’s a combination i think would be deadly for many, many people.

This post is already really, REALLY long… but thank you again so much for asking!!!!!!! I kept it kinda broad since i feel like a lot of these individual topics may be more interesting to explore in a longer post with the individual relationships as the focus, but i hope this answered it well enough!!!!!

[aithusiel]

E->F

everyone talks about enemies to lovers

but I'm going to talk about enemies to family. (Not enemies to found-family)

Imagine. Two teens/young adults (because apparently to save/destroy the world you have to be young and vengeful) have their respective parent date each other. Unbeknownst to the parents, their children are the top superhero/villain respectively.

But what can this do? you may ask.

Well, let me enlighten you.

The first meeting where they both just stare at each other internally thinking you. The hard handshake where they both try to break the others hand. The gritted smiles and forced friendliness at family dinners. The small, petty things like tripping each other through doorways, or timing out their phone with too many wrong password entries.

The parents marry each other.

Then it becomes forced acquaintances to forced siblings. They keep the same villain/superhero rivalry, but this time it's personal. Now there's a dash of sibling rivalry along with it. Slide insults and hints are exchanged in the house, but nothing explicit because of the mutual agreement of our parents absolutely cannot know. The villain randomly opening the hero's bedroom door while they are in the middle of watching their favorite tv show. The villain yelling a spoiler and leaving, cackling as the hero curses behind them. The hero getting back by changing the HBO Max password halfway through the second season of Euphoria.

Fights out in the city become interrupted by random comments such as you punch me in the face i'm telling dad. Or next time, don't hide your masterplan under your bed pillow; be more creative. Or, dude how am I supposed to hide this! *shows bruise on neck from being slightly strangled* Idk blame *significant other*. Absolutely not.

Slowly, but surely, the city just becomes a playground for them. A place to run around and fight but not fight. They know each other too well to actually hurt the other (much to the dissatisfaction of the villain because ugh you gave me morals how dare you)

Then a new villain comes to town.

And the new villain finds the hero waiting on a city rooftop for their sibling, so they can have their nightly "chat".

The villain arrives to find their hero, their sibling, on the ground. Maybe they are bleeding, maybe they have a broken arm or something. Either way, the new villain is just standing there menacingly over them.

The villain runs and puts themselves between the two, standing protectively. They glance down and see that the hero is injured. That they are silently crying, and won't look at the villain.

They slowly look up, staring down the newcomer who takes a step back at the pure rage in their eyes. They are seething and the new villain knows it.

you hurt my brother, and nobody gets to hurt my brother but me

[thisbipuff-isaswiftie]

Lost | Harry Styles

series

[part 1] [part 2] [part 3] [part 4] [part 5]

You were Harry's neighbor. And someone that crawled her way through Harry's life. But you thought the world of him, what happens when you realize he doesn't? He loses you. And he's lost.

Warnings : Swearing, Kissing, Heartbreaking. Short.

Containing : Mostly Angst, some fluff, hint of smut. Friends to Enemies to Idiots to lovers.

Pairing : You and Harry styles.

Harry was never the one to be rude. Never. He never liked to hurt anyone's feelings, and if he did, it was immediately met with tons of apologies, maybe even when it wasn't his fault. But somehow, you were different. Harry couldn't help but have his mouth filled with sarcastic comments or rude replies for you. And he never thought about your feelings, well until now. But that's for later.

Anyways, you. Oh, you.

You were his best friend. Or at least you considered yourself as his best friend. He told you everything, or rather glared at you while yelling at you about the despairs of his days. But you listened quietly, carefully. Not knowing this is not how best friends treat each other. He never listened to you. You used to talk to him, telling him very excitedly how you got perfect marks in your english test, and how dully you told him that you ungracefully slipped and tripped infront of your maths professor. But he wasn't interested, and somewhere in middle of your rant about how idiotic that neighbor is, he shouted at you. You understood.

Wait, you misunderstood this. No, you thought he was busy, and it was your fault that you threw these sudden talks of yours on him. Not knowing this is not how best friends treat each other.

Then why didn't Harry just throw you out of his life? Ah, well. He was afraid of the wrath of Anne Styles. You were 8 and Harry was 10 when you moved in, next to his house. Anne always got excited of new neighbors, so one day she invited you and your mom at her's for dinner as well as a bit of evening play time. Harry had groaned and asked Anne not to invite you over. He assumed you were those childish little girls, and that you were. But you had more spark. And more brightness on your face. He hated it. He wanted to get away from you.

But the evening play date thing became a weekly thing, and then he had to see you everyday as Anne suggested Harry's school to your mom for you. Anne made him promise that he would look after you in the school. And he did. But acting like an asshole. But you always tolerated it, not understanding that you shouldn't.

But everybody has a snapping point, don't they?

It all happened on a fine, breezy evening. You were 17 and Harry was 19, you were so happy. Your birthday was coming close and were skipping towards Harry's backyard to blabber about all of your excitement about turning 18. Supposed to be very awesome. Wasn't it? Well, apparently not for you.

"I mean she's so annoying!! Always following me around like a puppy!"

You halted in your tracks. That was Harry's voice, who was he talking about? "You shouldn't say that about her, Harry. You don't know how much you mean to her."

"Well, then she should leave! Just seeing her pains me!" Harry rolled his eyes. Tears brimmed your eyes. You still didn't know who he was talking about, but somehow you had the feeling he was talking about you. "Harry don't talk about Y/n like that! She cares about you!" You gasped as you struggled to keep your sobs in. But now your mind froze. It all hit you like a train. His tone, his replies, his ignorant ass. You were shocked to say the least. But it was all your fault now, wasn't it? You thought he cared about you like you did, you thought he was sweet, you thought he would never hurt you, you thought he would always be there, you thought he loved you. But now you realized it was just you, only you. Not him. Never him. You weren't vulnerable, no. Don't confuse vulnerability with doing anything for the ones you love. You were a very strong woman, Harry was blind to see it. This was it though. You had your neck up high and didn't care about the tears visible in your eyes. You had been too strong, and tolerable. You knew you valued your pride over your feelings. And now it was time to show it. Maybe you were being too dramatic. But you tolerated 9, almost ten years of this crap and you were going to put an end to it. "I guess then I should go," You said in a loud voice as you came out of the fence. Harry had wide eyes and then you saw Liam stuttering. "Well, I didn't expect my best friend talking shit about me to his friend. What a turn isn't it?" You said as you smiled coldly.

"Y/n...." Liam started saying but Harry cut him off. "Yeah well, you had it coming!"

"Harry!!!"

"Shut up Liam!" You both said at the same time.

"Oh really! Well, what have i ever done to deserve this?!!"

"Like you don't know. You crawled and dug your way into my life and intruded it, you pig!! And you're so dorky, following me around like a puppy! I mean can't you do something else than hogging my time?!! God you are so stupid to not see it! You are a freakish little pig!"

Silence was dreading his ears. He didn't see the tears rolling your cheeks, because you know that he didn't deserve it. Liam had gasped , the only sound that they heard. You gave him a cold, curt nod and you walked away, not saying another word. "Well, aren't you going to say anything?? Are you gonna walk jus' like that?!"

Yes. You did.

.....

His mom came to wake him up. But he was already awake. It was a grey morning, filled with the chirps of little sparrows that flew around, predicting that it will storm. He was looking distantly at the window. The blue color of your bedroom was hidden under the pink curtains and your shut off windows. The dark clouds reflecting on the glass of your window. It was like he had held his breath, and he can't let go.

It wasn't his fault.

But saying that never helped.

Anne looked at him with a pained expression. He looked at her with a red nose and a heartbreaking smile. "Her pie is ready. You wanna go?"

It had been days since that evening. You hadn't talked ever since. It was the longest time you had been away from each other. A long time, you both went without talking to each other. There was a difference between the days Harry had without you and with you. Harry refused to see it.

But he didn't expect you to actually not come back to him.

This morning was cloudy and everyone expected it to rain, maybe a storm or thunder. Usually, the mornings of your birthday were annoyingly chirpy and sunny. But your 18th birthday was going to be different. Very different.

Harry went infront of your house. He took a deep breath and rang the doorbell. It wasn't his fault. He wasn't coming to apologize.

Anne had sent him, obviously, he scoffed, and why would he skip traditions?

Every morning of your birthday, Harry would come with Apple pie that Anne would make and you both would eat it with a side of bacon, and waffles that your mom used to make. It was like this every year, every year Harry used to wake up groaning, smelling a freshly made pie, and looking at your room's window to find you excitingly waving at him. He would slightly roll his eyes and wave back. That was tradition. And he wasn't breaking it.

But this time, the curtains were shut. She shut herself away from you.

"Oh Harry!! What a surprise! Y/n said you weren't going to come this time."

Harry just smile, and came in. You were there in the kitchen, eyes wide open, trying to suppress your anger. Harry entered the kitchen and stood near you, but you flinched slightly, not going unnoticed by the green-eyed boy near you. His eyes started to gloss after you moved away from him. "Oh look at both of you! God I can't believe this!"

Harry's face went to utter confusion. What was your mom talking about?

What did she not believe?

"Y/n can you look at waffles, I'm going to get the camera, ok?"

You groaned audibly, seemingly not wanting to take a picture with Harry. "Mom stop,"

"No, y/n stop being stubborn. Since when are you annoyed by taking a picture with Harry? Its another tradition of yours, remember?"

You rolled your eyes and turned to the waffles and started boiling your milk too. Harry stood awkwardly there, not knowing what to do. He could just spend his time here, not talking to you, right? Sure, dumbass.

"Its nice that our traditions never fail to not get skipped." He said.

You gritted your teeth. You wanted to punch him so hard, for being a dick, for acting like nothing happened. "What are you doing here, Harry?" you whispered to him. "I assume you're not here to apologize because its just to low for you to apologize to a pig? So tell me Harold, what the hell are you doing in my kitchen?" Harry winced at the venom laced in your voice. "There you go, here it is."

"Come on get closer together, scooch in."

"Mom-"

"No excuses, come on,"

Your mom pushed you against Harry, and you grunted as you felt your shoulder bump into his. You quickly moved away from Harry, before your mom could notice. Harry looked at you and the distance between you and sniffled. What had happened? His mind flashed back to the evening it all happened. He remembered how he talked shit about you, he had snapped. He felt that he deserved to be the one that was angry. There were alot of things that caused him to do that, but the incident that took place in the cafetaria of the school made him very, very frustrated. He was still convinced that it was all of your fault.

Carrie was the school's most wittiest, most prettiest, blonde, skinny and beautiful girl he had ever met. And he thought she was sending him signals, and when he asked her out, she laughed infront of her friends and said she pranked him, and joked about why would she ever go with someone who hangs out with you. It wasn't fair, he never liked you, he never wanted you.

He hated you.

But the fact that someday you would hate him, made him scoff. He never admitted it, but he kind of liked your attention. And you would take any crap from him. But it was over.

"Can't believe this is your last photo together," Your mom said and Harry snapped his head up. "W-What?" He whispered.

"Didn't she tell you?"

"T-Tell me what?" Harry asked frantically, looking at you and then back at your mom. "Well, she's moving to LA. To live with her aunt, she wants to become a journalist, remember?"

"Y-Yes," Harry said but you scoffed, as if this man had even listened to a word you ever fucking said to him. "I remember." He whispered to you, looking in your eyes. You felt a lump form in your throat when you saw his red eyes. "I'm sorry, I must've forgot. She did tell me,"

He looked at you and he sniffled, and you quickly looked forward as you saw your mom frown. "Okay." She said, "I'm going to go check on your bacon."

You curtly nodded as your mom went away.

There was a dreaded silence between them, that you were tired of. Harry was trying to process what your mom just declared. He felt all those words he said that evening to you echoing in his ears. He choked as he thought about it, he didn't know why.

He didn't know why he was there.

He didn't know why he was near to tears.

He didn't know what he was feeling right now.

He didn't know.

"So what!? You were going to leave just like that?!!" Harry felt all his emotions boiling and coming out, he felt like he was about to explode. He got up from where he had sat, and he ran his hands in his chestnut hair. You flinched at the sudden burst, but stayed still, looking down. You didn't want to give in to his fights. Because you just knew, that another fight with him would just make you burst into tears, which you Harry certainly didn't deserve.

"Like you care!"

Harry silenced, and then looked back at you. His anger, guilt surged through his veins and he shouted at you again. "No! You know what, I don't care!"

You felt tears brimming in your eyes, your lip starting to quiver as you looked at his apple green eyes. "I don't fucking care! I don't care if you go to your aunt or go away across the earth! Or d-drown i-in the ocean..!" Your head snapped up as he said that, your tears visible to him, his breath hitched. "Oh really? You don't care if I die?"

"T-That's not w-what,"

"No no. You just said that, that you didn't care if I drowned in a ocean."

"Y/n.."

"You know what? You're an asshole, a pathetic asshole who has nothing but his pride and his pathetically fragile ego. You just like to hurt people, or is it just me..huh? Tell me! Do you like seeing me in pain, is it entertainment to you!? Is it?!"

Harry was at loss for words, he looked at you in front of him, so broken and it was all because of him, all because of him.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." He whispered and tried to come near you, but you flinched away from him, and his heart ached more.

"How long?" He asked.

"A year probably, then I'm going to travel the world and get a job and write, so I'll come back here after 4 to 5 years, hope it gives you the satisfaction that you finally got rid of me!"

"No..." He whispered.

But whatever he might say didn't help his case, because whatever happened, he still heard the tires of your cab screech away the next morning.

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why did you ask me out? (1)

chapter 1 - the setup / 2 / 3 / 4/ 5

4.3K words

warnings - brief internalized homophobia, speedrun enemies to friends to lovers trope

summary - You and Chrissy are long-lost best friends that join sides to pull one over on the girls hoping to make you prom queen as a bet. Things don't always go to plan - sometimes you realize you're in love and sometimes the girls shoot back at you.

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The 1970s inflation affected each family differently - that was the excuse your father gave, anyway. In March of 1982, your family moved from Cherry Lane to Forest Hills Trailer Park - closer to your soon-to-be best friend Eddie Munson and away from your then-best friend Chrissy Cunningham.

You and Chrissy had known each other since kindergarten of 1972 and you were fast friends.

It became routine for you two to play together both inside and outside of school. Playing quickly turned into “hanging out” as you grew too old for dolls and started wanting people to like you. Hanging out turned into sleepovers turned into her basically living at your house. It was never sisterly, though.

No, there was something that made your face heat up - made your heart pound - made your hands just a little sweatier than usual. Just as you found out what it was, your family moved - and just as you came to accept it, Chrissy stopped hanging out with you.

It was slow at first. You two still saw each other, but her visits slowed and you couldn’t help but feel judged - if not by her, then by her mother. Then the visits stopped once that summer rolled around. By the time you and Chrissy were becoming freshmen in August of ‘82, you were acquaintances. When neither of you spoke that entire year, it was official.

You and Chrissy Cunningham were no longer best friends.

And yeah, for that year, you worried that maybe she somehow knew, then you realized that wasn’t it.

She was just embarrassed to be around you as you both changed.

You hung out more and more with Eddie and slowly, your views were expanded and your tastes grew broader. You started listening to more metal and you started smoking pot and you started playing more with Corroded Coffin and you started rolling your eyes when someone said something idiotic. Chrissy changed, too. You didn’t know how, but it felt different when you two passed each other in the hall.

Like she was a different person.

It wasn’t your business. You were a new freak and she was on her way to becoming prom queen. Things move on.

1986. Senior Year.

“Very funny,” you huff, ripping the paper off your locker and crumpling it, “Super hilarious.”

“Never been a funnier crowd than those at Hawkins,” Eddie leans into the locker beside yours.

The paper, naturally, was a joking invitation to prom - covered in pieces of the owl pellet dissected during that day’s biology lecture.

“You’d think there’d be some level of moving the fuck on,” you can’t help but grumble, honestly bitter about the sudden increase of cruelty from your peers around this time.

Last year, too, when you were a junior and Eddie a senior - people were still lining up to try and embarrass you both by asking you to prom. As if either of you couldn’t see that coming. Even before then, during any homecoming or school dance way back in middle school - you two were the targets of many a hurtful prod. Once again, as if either of you couldn’t see that coming.

“One day, Debbie Harry,” Eddie knocks his heavy boot into yours, “one day.”

“Can you not call me that?” your eyes narrow at the boy, “Some people are really gonna think that’s my name.”

“Not my fault you're a Blondie fan,” he shrugs, acting as if he wasn’t a Blondie fan as well (“It’s just too new wave. Too pop, not my thing.” he lies through his teeth), “You made that choice. Or would you rather I call you Simon Le Bon?” he forced an awful French accent as he said the name.

“He’s English, first of all,” you huff and swat your friend’s arm, “and second: Duran Duran is good, you’re just pretentious,” he gasps dramatically as you finish shoving in the books you don’t need and pulling out what you do, “Wanna change my strings for tomorrow?”

“No,” Eddie takes the books from your hands and follows you to your history class.

“I’ll pay you.”

“No, you won’t,” he shakes his head, “I’ll only change your strings if you pay for gas tomorrow.”

“No fair, you’ve got an empty tank.”

“Not empty.”

As you two come in front of your class, Chrissy watches from her seat at the far right. The desk beside her is barren (except for the phallic drawings on its surface) and soon your body will occupy it. Is it awkward to sit next to you? Yes, but now there’s a whole new reason that lives inside the lump in her throat.

Her eyes avert as soon as you turn into the doorway. Your arms slung with two books - one for history and one that looks straight out of a high fantasy film. You and Chrissy don’t speak, interactions strictly limited to joint school projects.

So when it comes time for her to open up the conversation, all the girl can say is, “Hi.”

You raise a brow at the cheerleader, settling into your seat, “Hi?”

1972. Kindergarten.

The August of ‘72 was pleasantly cool in Hawkins and the teachers had taken to opening the windows and allowing breeze through the classroom. You were seated under one of those windows, back pressed against the wall and two Barbies clutched in your grubby child hands. Child hands invested in clumsily smashing the two plastic women against one another and seeing which ones leg joints made it bend backward first.

Thirty minutes into class and thirty minutes left until snack time, a little blond girl was brought in wailing. Red-faced, scrunched eyes, clenched hands - the whole show. Kids stared and you were no exception. Your teachers are drowning as the tears keep flowing and you’re the first and only one to get up and walk over.

You press one of the Barbies into her arm and when she looks at you, you ask, “Why’re you crying?”

She pouts and huffs and crosses her arms, “My mommy left me…”

“Your mommy’ll be back,” you say it like it’s easy and you wonder why someone would ever assume their mom was leaving forever, “Just play and then she’ll be back even sooner.”

She looks skeptical, “That’s not true.”

“It is,” you insist, jabbing the Barbie into her arm again, “Play with me and she’ll be back soon.”

Her blue eyes shoot to the teacher, who nods and smiles encouragingly. She takes the Barbie and follows you to your corner of the play area.

“What’s your name?” she asks.

You tell her as you sit, “What’s yours?”

“Chrissy!” she beams.

“Chrissy,” you try her name against your tongue and you have no idea how many times you’ll be saying it in the years to come. You nod in approval and hold out your doll, “Wanna play house?”

“Okay,” she leans over and grabs two smaller dolls to be the children, then holding up her Barbie, “I’ll be Mommy,” she looks at yours, lying limp in your lap, “Who will you be?”

You hold up the blond doll and shrug, “Other Mommy.”

“Can there even be two mommies?” Chrissy tilts her head.

“Why not?” you press your doll’s head against her doll’s head, “Two mommies can be fun.”

Looking back on it, you’re glad none of your teachers or peers heard you. Then you might’ve had the idea that two women together was hellish shoved in your head at a young age.

Chrissy came to school early the next day and didn’t shed a tear as she waddled over to you and insisted you two play house again. 

1986. Senior Year.

There’s a pregnant pause before Chrissy tilts her head and rubs the back of her neck. A nervous tick that developed in fourth grade when she’d watch your mother do it during stressful phone calls. You hate that you remember that about her.

“You look nice,” Chrissy awkwardly bites.

“I’m sure,” you shake your head, but when Chrissy frowns and begins fiddling with her fingers you feel guilt well in your gut, “Sorry. Thanks.”

“‘s fine,” Chrissy smiles, “Rough day?”

“You could say that,” your eyes dart to the clock hanging above the chalkboard, “I love the day of prom, every jock suddenly thinks I’m dying to go out with them and willing to make a fool of myself for it.”

“Aw,” she pouts but you know her, and you know it's entirely genuine, “I’m sorry, that has to suck.”

“Yeah,” you’re not bitter about the fact you two grew apart. You aren’t.

Before Chrissy can ask her question of the hour, the bell rings and your attention snaps to the notebook laid atop your history textbook. You open it to a page scrawled on with the expeditions of Russia - half coherent and half scribbles about Ivan the Terrible being a douchebag. 

It was cruel, and Chrissy doesn’t even know why she’s actually going through with the idea. 

Well, deep down, she knows that she’s terrified of being dethroned - not because her popularity is that important to her, but because it’s the only reason she has her friends. Even though she doesn’t really like her friends, it’s easier to be accepted by those you hate than to be alone.

And now Chrissy has to play along to their tune. Hopefully you never find out and it’ll just be some dreamy, coming of age movie moment that you’ll get to reminisce over in a year or two. Though, she can’t deny that the idea of having a good reason to talk to you again sets a fire under her. The good kind, though. A motivating kind.

Yes, she does still like you - but if she doesn’t do this then the others will throw her off the lifeboat without hesitation, and she’d hate nothing more than to drown. For years, you were there with a life vest, but now you’re missing and she’s climbed aboard the wrong ship.

1973. First Grade.

“I learned a new word,” you mumble as the class gathers for lunch.

Chrissy’s eyes are wide and wondering, “What?”

“Fuck,” you grin as you sound it out. It’s clunky and hefty on your tongue.

Instantly, the girl’s face scrunches, she recognizes the word from the many times her mother has said it, “That’s a bad word. You can’t say that.”

“It’s just a word,” you shake your head, and test it again as you open your lunchbox, “Fuck.”

“You’re gonna get in trouble,” Chrissy hisses and opens her lunchbox too. It’s more lavish, though less stocked, than yours, “Be quiet.”

“What?” you grin, “I shouldn’t say ‘fuck’?” she gasps but there’s a smile playing on her lips and your little heart sings at the sight, “Fuck!” 

She giggles again but it drops off just as fast. A shadow looms over her face and you turn to see your teacher standing above you. Her arms crossed and her face screwed in disappointment. 

Her foot is tapping and she glares down at you, “We don’t use that language, young lady,” before you even get to retort, she points over at her desk, “Come with me to move yourself down the behavior chart; and then we are calling your mother to tell her exactly what you just said.”

Before you hop down from the table, she’s already walking away without looking back. You can sense Chrissy’s mood fading and you decide that making her feel better is more important than your status on the behavior chart.

“I know another word,” you turn to Chrissy.

She tilts her head, blond pigtails falling around her, “What?”

“I said to come here!” your teacher folds her arms with a scowl.

“Bitch!” you cheer before bounding to your teacher’s desk, Chrissy’s giggles being the perfect wind in your sails.

You were grounded for a whole hour after school until your mother decided it was unfair to punish you for doing something her and your father never exactly told you off about. With a “just don’t do it again” and two packs of fruit snacks, you were allowed to run next door and play with Chrissy.

1986. Senior Year.

Chrissy can only watch as you doodle on your history notes. You’re so focused on it that she almost doesn’t register the fact you’re drawing a bushel with cartoonishly long legs. Almost. 

She leans to the side, chin resting in the meat of her palm, “What’s that?”

You jump slightly and turn, “An awakened shrub. Sorta,” you murmur as if she has any idea what that is, your eyes move back to the shrub and you start to cover it, “It’s a D&D thing.”

“Well, I think it’s cute,” Chrissy shifts even closer, “What’s an awakened shrub?”

“Just an ordinary shrub that’s sentient ‘cuz ‘a’ the Awaken spell,” you look back up at Chrissy, “‘s barely worth the trouble to fight but I think it’s fun.”

“It is,” she agrees. Her heart starts to ache at the realization that you two haven’t had a back and forth in so long, “If you’re not doing anything for prom, would you wanna go with me? And the other cheerleaders?”

All you can do is laugh, your head shakes and you rub the bridge of your nose, “Jesus Christ.”

Before the conversation can continue, you and Chrissy are shot a harsh look by your teacher. 

Out of the corner of her eye, Chrissy can see you shaking your head at the proposal. It hurts, but she can’t blame you - especially when her purpose is exactly what you’re thinking.

But it isn’t exactly like that; Chrissy decides then and there that she won’t let you go when prom is finished. She sees you with Hellfire often and you always look so pretty as you laugh and joke. You get so passionate about D&D and your band that she can’t help but wish she was sitting next to you rather than with the girls that made fun of each other to get her attention.

Part of her wishes she could start high school over and take that offer you extended on the very first day. Back when you rode the bus before Eddie could get his van running, Chrissy sat next to you and you offered to sit next to each other at lunch.

But she was swept up by the cheer captain before then. You saw your friends from middle school and she was being educated on cliques. She doesn’t regret becoming a cheerleader, but she wishes she did more to stand up for you. She wishes she didn’t let her mother affect her judgment as much as it had.

You’re more curt than she remembers. More direct. You move like you’re about to get burned and Chrissy hates that she knows exactly why you’re like this.

No, you two didn’t talk, but Chrissy was always there. Watching from the sidelines as people called you names and pulled on your clothes and tripped you and poured drinks over you. She watched the rumor spread throughout the student body last year and didn’t do anything to stop it, no matter how much she knew she should have. 

And no matter how much it hurts when you rush out of the room as soon as the bell rings, she can’t blame you. Not at all.

She wishes you two were kids again. When you two could play house all day and there was no pressure to be anything - before she left.

1975. Second Grade.

“Do you two know why you’re in here?”

Chrissy’s already teary-eyed at the harsh face of Mr. Jones, her hands knotting themselves into her long skirt. You’re less susceptible to his furrowed brows and so you’re glaring right back at him as you say, “Tommy H. was sticking a worm in Chris’ face.”

“I know that,” Mr. Jones nods, “but I’m asking why you’re in here.”

“I hit Tommy H.,” you shrug with all the moxie your body is capable of mustering, “He was torturing her, Mr. Jones.”

��We spoke with Tommy,” Mr. Jones removes his glasses and his face softens, he flashes you two a smile, “I appreciate you stepping in for your friend, but violence isn’t the answer.”

You didn’t see it that way. When a third grader was dangling a worm in front of your best friend’s face, you weren’t going to stand by and wait for a teacher. But whatever. Hopefully, he learned his lesson.

“We’ve contacted your parents, you two are out for the day but just come back tomorrow with bright smiles and a new attitude and everything’ll be okay,” Mr. Jones’ face is back to that of the kindly principal everyone loves and he stands, “I hope to have no more talks like this, girls.”

Chrissy promises you won’t. You don’t make such a pact. Because if another older boy thinks he can taunt Chrissy, then your little 7-year-old self won’t let them get away with it.

You didn’t end up getting in trouble because you were defending Chrissy, but Laura Cunningham did give you and your parents a stern scoff when she found out why Chrissy was being sent home. Laura’s opinion never mattered to you then, and in the future, it’ll matter even less - as long as you have Chrissy, you have the world.

You never expected to lose her.

1986. Senior Year.

You catch Dustin and Mike exiting their Home Ec. class, their brows both draw at the sight of you storming down the corridor. Each boy winds themself to either side of you.

“Should I ask what’s bitten you in the ass today?” Mike barely gets the question out before you’re groaning.

“Fuckin’ Cunningham just tried inviting me to prom right after I said how shitty it is that her friends do that,” you feel the stares shot your way as you rant but you can’t bring yourself to care, “Like, I know we’re not friends anymore but does she think I’m stupid?”

“Yeah, that’s real shitty,” Dustin hesitates in patting your back but does so anyway, “Maybe she was being serious, though.”

“Right,” you nod sarcastically, lugging open the heavy theater door, “she suddenly wants to talk to me out of the kindness of her heart.”

“Maybe,” Dustin, ever the ray of sunshine, grins optimistically, “it’s never too late to rekindle a friendship.”

“When the one trying to rekindle it just stood by while literally all her friends and boyfriend spread the rumor that I- “

“Okay, okay,” Dustin relents, “she thinks you’re stupid.”

“Not the point, Henderson,” you glare at the boy’s back as he makes his way to the table.

“That’s all I got from it,” Mike shrugs and you step on the back of his shoe as he walks.

Immature? Yes. Satisfying? Also yes.

“I hope you’re all ready,” Eddie calls out, chin resting on his joined hands and lips stretched into a sinister smile, “I’m ready to beat your asses.”

…

Usually, as Chrissy was at her locker, there would be hands flying to her waist and a quick outburst of “Boo!” and then she’d turn and sigh and bat at her boyfriend’s chest. Not today, though. Probably not for a long while.

A fight occurred right before Jason had to go in for Sunday service and the two haven’t spoken since. She hadn’t told anybody why the fight started and as far as she was concerned, nobody had to know - all they knew was that her and Jason were no longer on speaking terms.

That was part of the reason she was in the predicament she bore like a cross.

She misses you, though, and this is her last chance to make up for everything she’s done - and for all the things she didn’t do.

Chrissy creeps down the winding halls until she’s upon the door to Hellfire and sees it crooked open - laughs and hollers ring through the crack and she feels strangely welcomed before she even enters. Walking in, she sees you first. You’re sitting between the two freshmen that follow you and Eddie around; your pen tap, tap, taps against a dark blue folder. Your eyes are so focused on the tabletop before you that when everyone else turns to her, you’re completely unaffected.

“Am I dead?” Grant whispers.

“If you’re dead, we’re all dead,” Gareth stares, wide-eyed, at Chrissy Cunningham in the doorway.

“Hi,” she shyly waves.

That makes you look up, and Chrissy finds a peculiar pleasure in being the reason your attention breaks away from the game.

“Can I… talk to you?” Chrissy gestures to you and then to the hall, “Please?”

Gareth, Grant, and Jeff all look at you as Eddie makes a teasing ‘ooo’. You kick Eddie in the shin before standing.

“I’ll get the door,” you take the handle and wait for Chrissy to exit.

She can just catch you glaring at the boys before the door shuts and you’re left standing before her, “Look, whatever this is - dare, pity, I don’t care. You don’t wanna go to prom with me, your status will plummet and we barely know each other.”

“It’s nothing like that,” she inhales sharply and her eyes flutter to you.

You’re hardened now, and she wants to soften this armor. She wants to know you again. She wants to dance together under the disco ball and not once does Jason cross her mind when she’s looking at you. Something inside her burns and that’s why she ran away. If she was with you - she’d tell you that she loved you and you’d leave because two girls in love was odd.

But to hell with those feelings, she just wants you back. She can’t have that if she isn’t truthful, so she worries her bottom lip between her teeth and looks away, “Well…”

“Yeah, I get it,” you cross your arms.

“There was a bet,” Chrissy admits and takes a step closer, brows pinching, “but I don’t care about that. I really do wanna go with you, I think it’d be fun.”

You squint at her, lips pressing, “What were the stakes?”

“If you became prom queen then Lily Pham will buy everyone lunch, if you don’t then Anne Mark will ask Eddie out.”

Instantly, you beam and she can’t wholly tell if it’s sarcasm or insanity, “Really?”

“Yeah,” she squeezes her eyes shut, “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”

“Whatever,” you sigh, but she can see the gears of your head turning. You’ve always thought things through, always been the head of the operation, and she always loved that about you. You nod to yourself, “I’ll bite. Get Pham to have the same stakes as Mark and I’ll help you.”

“But I don’t- “

“I’m not going unless I get to fuck with people and getting Eddie to publically embarrass one of the girls that harass us is an excellent way to fuck with people.”

Chrissy’s gaze drops to her feet - if she turns you down you two won’t reconnect, but if she accepts then there’s a good chance that you two can turn back before it’s too late. Before college and career opportunities sweep you both away and she’s left to wallow in the ruins of what could have been if she never left in the first place.

“Alright,” she breathes out a sigh and smiles, “Okay. I have a spare ticket for you… Can you come with us after Hellfire? For shopping,” you squint at the girl and she pouts, hands coming up to beg, “Please, it’ll be fun, I swear - we can catch up! You won’t even have to talk to the others, I promise!”

“If I say yes, will you let me go back to the campaign?”

“Yes.”

“Alright,” you nudge the theater room door open with your foot and hold it for Chrissy to enter, “C’mon, I need a pen.” 

She follows after you, fidgeting hands and knocking knees, and waves to the boys at the table. A few wave back, but Eddie being Eddie stands up to greet Chrissy, he curtsies and takes her hand, a slow “Cunningham” flowing from his lips.

“Munson,” she copies with a curtsy of her own, grinning broadly, “How’s your new campaign?”

“Stressing this one out,” he drops Chrissy’s hand to pat your back, “Should’ve seen her, girl was almost ripping out her hair.”

“Wish I had,” she mumbles. Nobody has to know how much she means it or what she means by it.

You tear off the strip of paper you’d scribbled on and hold it out for Chrissy, a green chipped-polish nail pointing to the top string of information, “Address,” then the bottom string, “Phone number. When’re we leaving?”

“Six,” she looks up at you with wide, starry eyes and your gaze falls back to the paper in fear that you’d grow too attached to those eyes. 

“Pick me up at a quarter till,” you know she hates it when people say that, so you smile as she huffs. You gently push Chrissy towards the door and lean in to murmur in her ear, “5:45, sweetpea.”

“I know what time that is,” she swats your arm, giggling.

“Then don’t be late,” you hang off the door when she’s standing in the hall. You have to remind yourself why she’s there, lest you get accustomed to seeing her again.

It’s just a bet that you’re helping with, but the way Chrissy beams at you makes all the pained memories worth it. Well, almost. 

You wave her off and when you sit down, you have to smother down the remains of your stupid smile. You turn to Eddie and before he can tease you, you say, “Remind me on the way home to tell you about a bet.”

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AND THE OSCAR GOES TO… (3)

BEST VISUAL EFFECTS

Summary: Visual effects create the illusion of something there when it's not. Is this all a trick of the eye?

Pairing: Dieter Bravo x F!Reader (no Y/N)

Rating: Mature

Words: ~5700 (AO3)

Tags: Implied/Referenced Drug Use, Drug Addiction, Death of a sibling, Past Relationship, Flashbacks, Strangers to Lovers to Enemies to ???

Notes: Maybe after this things can start to look up for these two, huh???

TW for this part: underfunded schools, general allusion to 9/11/tragedy, rehab/mental health discussions, overdose talk

New York City, 2003

In the same way you frequented Uncle Louie’s, Dieter was a fixture in your classroom, too. It started with small things; stopping by at the end of the day to walk with you back home when you stayed late with a student. Helping you hang decorations over the summer before the next class rolled in. You tried to make things special; for a lot of the kids, this was their escape for the day. A chance to be kids and learn and not be so weighed down by the hand they were dealt. Some of the parents could barely get their kids out of the house dressed, fed, and on time—sometimes through none of their own fault—and you always wanted them to feel safe and loved when they were with you. Lord knows how many coats, mittens, hats you thrifted or scrounged up over the years; granola bars or bars of soap or a clean baby wipe offered without comment. These kids were little humans, and they needed someone on their side. Even if it meant taking some of your meager teacher’s salary to better their days.

Ten is always a tricky age. Still a kid to grown-ups, basically a grown up to younger kids. Some started sprouting in inches overnight, some had other bodily functions that they didn’t expect—some didn’t, and felt worse. Sometimes they still cried when their knees scuffed, sometimes they were trying to be tough. Either way, you were a lifeline for them; a chance for them to grow and explore and figure out who they were. To have fun—as much fun as the curriculum allowed, anyway.

It started on Halloween. You always went all out—decorated the classroom with spooky cutouts of bats and pumpkins, hung streamers from the ceiling. You planned a little party with Lizzie’s class for after lunch, with green punch in a witch’s cauldron and toilet-paper-mummies and even little masks the kids could decorate and wear if they didn’t have a costume that year. You didn’t have any volunteers to help out—something you had fretted over the morning of as you redid your costume one more time. You tried to pick relatively easy ones—always homemade, since it was cheaper that way, and something the kids would recognize. Last year you were Spongebob, which was a big hit. The year before, Ursula from The Little Mermaid—that had maybe been over the top.

This year, you were going to be Lilo from Lilo and Stitch. The kids loved the movie—talked about it all the time. Several lesson plans had been altered to be about Hawaii or surfing, kids seeing themselves in Lilo’s broken and put-back-together family or Stitch’s rowdiness. You even had the kids “hula dance” when you noticed them getting too fidgety. So a giant red tshirt from the thrift store with hand painted leaves, flip flops, and a flower for your hair, you were set. You even had a little plush Stitch to come with you. You didn’t necessarily look like Lilo in your face, but you think it came across.

Still, Dieter wished you luck, a quick peck before your flourished out the door with four bags strung through your hands.

The kids were brimming with excitement, in awe of the little piece of the holiday you brought into the classroom. You tried to make your lessons that day a bit spooky, but it was clear you were losing them. The party came quickly, yours and Lizzie’s class squeezing into one room. But it was difficult for the two of you to keep up with 50 kids, dole out punch, organize games. You felt a little overwhelmed, especially when Matt came up to get another cookie.

“Miss—are you dressed up, or is that your real clothes?” You puffed out a breath, a bit defeated, but before you could answer, your classroom door swung open, shocking both you and the students.

There stood Dieter, decked out in head-to-toe blue, two large pink ears clipped to his unkempt hair and an eyeliner button nose drawn on.

“She’s Lilo, of course! My best friend!” He supplied, coming in with a big smile as some of the kids ooh-ed and aah-ed. He strung his arm around your shoulders as you looked at him incredulously.

“What are you doing here?” “Heard you needed help,” he smiled, eyes on you with a look you could only pinpoint as adoration. “Louie’s was slow. Here I am.” He could feel your shoulders sag in relief, a big smile across your face. Your knight in shining armor.

“Here you are,” you murmur, lost in the moment until one of the kids runs up to start asking Dee about life as an alien.

To his credit, he plays the part. You didn’t know he had even seen the movie, but he fills in all the best details while helping to wrangle kids into games, glue sparkles onto masks, or dish out snacks. He even started handing out Kit-Kats—no doubt making a stop for his favorite before coming in—to each kid who said “Trick or Treat!” knowing they wouldn’t be going around once they got home. Overall, it was a memorable, fun, happy day, one you hoped the kids would remember.

Remember they did. It took all of about two days for them to ask when “Mr. Dee” was coming back. They pleaded and begged, clearly developing a new favorite. Dieter had never been super into children, but he liked them well-enough, and he was happy as a clam when you told him they were asking after him.

That’s how he became a regular in the classroom. Sometimes he would stop by on half days, when free lunch wasn’t provided, with pizza and water. Sometimes he came to read to the kids as a guest reader—they were infinitely more excited for him than Dr. Partridge, who had just finished up the last guest reading spot with a book about George Washington. Dieter always wowed them, big and animated as he changed his voice or walked around the room. You tried not to be jealous of their new favorite—even when Jennie shyly gave him a string bracelet she had made after school, insisting she made it just for him and blushing when he thanked her sincerely.

“Do I sense some competition?” You murmur to him jokingly, glancing down at the string tied to his wrist.

“Never,” he replies simply, a chaste squeeze of your hand. “Unless it’s for who’s their favorite. Then it’s no competition.” You hit his chest playfully, watching as he helped hang some of the kids’ art in the hallway.

He always seemed to know just when to step in—when you told him about the kids not believing in Santa, many of their parents struggling too much to keep the spirit alive, he bust into your classroom holiday party in a rented red suit, allowing each kid to tell him what they wanted before handing them a little book of puzzles and mazes from the dollar store. He answered questions easily, whether they be why some people celebrated different holidays (you had covered them the last few days) or why Santa never seemed to come to their house. For so many of them, the biggest gift they got that year, was the day of celebration at school.

When you fretted over the art program being cut—worried about what other after school activities would come to fruition—he volunteered readily, easily leading a makeshift version of the Wizard of Oz. He even convinced some of the kindergarteners to act as the munchkins, and he beamed when they all took their final bows. The mess-ups, the forgotten lines, the number of times he had to go out on stage and hold a kindergartener’s hand so they would say what they needed to—none of it mattered.

To either of you.

Dieter had a big heart. You knew that about him, of course. But you loved watching this side of him too. Considering the future—would he want kids of your own? Would he coach their baseball teams or attend dance recitals? Or would he be too busy being the big Hollywood star he was meant to be?

Dieter had gotten a few more roles since Jason died. He had an agent now, booking him small gigs on pilots and minor recurring characters. He wasn’t exactly recognizable, but he was doing well, and he was happy—even when pilots went unaired or characters were quickly killed off. He truly did everything with his full heart—even waitering at Louie’s—as you both fell further into your routines. He supported you a year after Jason’s death, acting as your anchor when you had to nervously give the dedication speech for a park bench in your hometown. You supported him when yet another pilot went nowhere, encouraging him to get the next one. You had fun staying in, had fun going out with friends, had fun just being together. You were both so hopelessly, endlessly in love with each other, you’re surprised you didn’t see it coming.

Dieter had a particular fondness with one of your classes—the first one he had helped out with, with Jennie and Matt and all the other kids trying to find their way after their home was rocked by a national tragedy at a young age. Even as they moved up a grade, you kept in touch with them, supporting them when they needed it, and eventually, most of them had cited you as their favorite teacher in their 5th grade yearbook. When the time came, you had been asked to give their graduation speech—it was a small thing, mostly for their classmates since you knew their parents wouldn’t make it, but you still fretted over your words like it was your inauguration speech. Dieter watched as you nervously dressed and redressed the kids, as you adjusted little caps and gowns that had been used in the ceremony for the last twenty years—you had asked him to come, to be your calm—which he was always good at. He sat in the back, dutifully watched as each 5th grader’s name was read out, clapping for all of them. He listened to your speech with rapt attention. He gave Jennie a big thumbs up when she stood to lead the pledge of allegiance, proudly displaying the bracelet she gave him, still tied to his wrist. He was probably more into the whole thing than the few parents who were able to make it.

Which is why it was so puzzling when, in the craze of getting caps and gowns Lysol-ed and put away and kids sent home and goodbyes and short yearbook signatures, you couldn’t find him when you were ready to head out. Most of the kids had left, a few stragglers around, and you looked around confusedly until Lizzie came up to you, holding out a few last caps.

“Hey—can you throw these in your closet? Mine is packed to the brim.” You nod, ignoring her broad smile with a shrug and walking toward your classroom instead, ready to stow a few more things in your closet which was already packed with enough stuff to cause an earthquake if pulled the wrong way. You notice the door cracked open to your room—not how you would’ve left it—and roll your eyes.

“Lizzie, did you forget—” Your words get caught in your throat as you step into the classroom, the items you were holding falling to the floor; each of your students stands there with a piece of construction paper, clearly drawn or painted or decorated by each of them with their own flair. Each of them have wide smiles as they fidget excitedly. They’re standing there in a distinct order—the large black letters over their drawings spelling out “Will you marry me?” while Dieter is down on one knee in front of them, presenting a ring box to you as he nervously smiles.

“Sweetheart—I know—I know I’m just another failing actor-turned-waiter in this big city. A nobody. Still, you’ve loved me anyway, all this time. You’ve always been my number one fan, even when I wasn’t even sure I would continue doing this. We’ve gone through too much already, but I can’t imagine going through it with anyone else—I don’t ever want to go through it with anyone else. I’ll be honest--finding you in that dumpster is the best thing that ever happened to me.” A few of the kids snicker behind him as he chuckles; you have tears in your eyes, a hand over your mouth, but you huff in amusement too as he says your full name. “I promise I will always love you. I will always be with you. You will always be my number one—in love, in life, in everything. Will you marry me?”

You take a moment to look at the scene in front of you; Dieter presenting a beautiful ring, down on one knee; the kids eagerly smiling and squirming, awaiting a response; the sun starting to set, streaming through the classroom windows. Nothing could be more perfect—Dieter couldn’t be more perfect. It’s why the answer comes out of you with a shout.

“Yes!” You choke out, and he crumples in relief, finally standing to you. He begins to slip the ring on your finger as you speak. “Of course I’ll marry you, Dee—I—oh, God,” you stutter, watching as he slides it on. “I promise, I love you so much—I’ll always love you as much as I do in this moment,” you sob, and he laughs lightly, tears pooling in his eyes as he pulls your face to his for a passionate kiss; his arms encircling you like he’ll never let you go as you move as one, lips locked--

Only to be broken up by a chorus of disgusted children.

“Hey—isn’t a lady allowed to kiss her future husband?” You ask jokingly, looking to the kids, and Dieter preens.

“No!” Jennie huffs, stomping a foot, and you both laugh as Dieter pulls you into another embrace and kiss.

 New York City, Present

You end up taking the next day off from work, emailing sub plans to Lizzie and then turning off to the world as you led into the weekend. Dieter showing up again, after all this time—it feels like he’s tilted your world off its axis. Again.

He had a knack for doing that. For waiting until things felt still, for waiting until you’re calm and happy and able to forget about him, push him to the edges of your mind until he whisks in like a storm, disrupting the quiet you worked hard to make. You used to love that about him; the way he would knock you off your axis, only to right you again; always the knight in shining armor. But now—now it’s been years. And you like your axis how it is.

You heard some things about Dieter throughout the years—it would have been hard not to. You never sought it out, but printed on magazines in checkout lanes and entertainment news on the TV while you got your nails done, or just by word of mouth, he always lingered. International superstar, Hollywood villain—none of it felt like the Dieter you knew. You watched as he rose in the ranks, taking on bigger and bigger projects, walking red carpets with beautiful women and giving interviews—even after you left, he always seemed fine. Happy. He never faltered in his career, never became reclusive with a broken heart. It all just cemented your decision; you had been holding him back. He could finally get everything he wanted—be who he wanted to be, who he was supposed to be—without you in the picture.

You watched the public downfall of his career from afar. It started with a very messy, very public breakup—another beautiful, rich actress accusing him of everything under the sun; he was never sober. He threatened her. He called her names, he ruined her life—none of it sounded like the Dieter you knew, but you supposed you didn’t really know him at the end, anyway. Still, you held out hope that it was all some ruse.

He fell into the drugs more after that; at least, according to the tabloids. She was right, he was never sober anymore—though he always claimed he had it under control. There had been stints of rehab that he didn’t complete, wild benders with alcohol and women and more drugs—every promise he ever made seemed insignificant. There was rumors he OD’d on a film set—some D-list threequel, four-quel, five-quel that barely even made it to screen. That was where he met his latest blond—young, pretty thing. “Normal,” like you. It made you want to vomit.

It wasn’t that you held on hope for him—no matter what your heart whispered late at night. It wasn’t that he was a stranger, the man you thought would always be linked to you. It was that these women—this life he was leading—he never once reached out to you. Checked on your parents, asked how that shitty park bench in your hometown was holding up. You thought, at first, that he might—the ball had to be in his court. You knew you’d never get close to Hollywood superstar Dieter Bravo. He needed to get to you.

So you stayed in the same apartment; kept the landline for way too long. You knew it was a long shot, knew your life wasn’t a shitty rom com—even if he did star in one—but still. It was like he completely forgot about you.

So you tried to do the same. Tried to move, realized you couldn't afford it, ended up staying; ditched the landline; pulled yourself up, alone. You poured yourself into your work—PS 365 always the same—and ignored the pain in your heart until you could compartmentalize it like another lesson plan. Everything you had learned about him had essentially been against your will, stuck in the same compartment until it was close to bursting, poured out over wine nights with Lizzie or alone in the dark.

She knew not to ask when she saw you on Monday. Lizzie, for all the things she heard, for everything she knew, was a saint. She never leaked it to the press, never pushed when you were wrung dry. She did her best to keep all things Dieter Bravo out of your life—as much as she could—and just be a steady, loving friend, even when things fell apart.

That, of course, didn’t stop her from giving you a pointed look when you walked into the teacher’s room for lunch.

“Don’t say it, Liz,” you sigh.

“I didn’t say anything,” she mumbles innocently around her salad. “I just—is everything okay?” “He’s fine. I stayed until he woke up and then left.”

“Okay—” she huffs. “But what about you? Are you okay?”

“I’m not the one who overdosed on school property—” “I don’t care. You’re the one I care about,” she retorts, and you shrink a bit. “He has the whole world to care about him and how he’s doing. You have me.” Dr. Partridge walks in, eyeing your table, and you wither.

“I—I’m okay. Or I will be. I don’t know,” you shrug, and watch as the principal makes her way over, calling you by your last name.

“I trust that—things—have been dealt with?” She gives both you and Lizzie a look, and Liz rolls her eyes.

“Yes, ma’am,” you murmur, breaking into your own lunch. “Won’t happen again.”

“I’ve brought in counselors for the children—some are rightfully upset.” “I understand that, Anya,” you retort. “But I did not ask him to come here. I did not ask him to come back and ruin my life again. He knows where I work—it’s the same classroom as twenty years ago. So if you’re trying to blame me for this—”

“I’m not,” she replies quickly. “I—I just think—” She pauses, gathering herself. “The counselors are here. If you need them.” You soften a bit; Anya had always been like a second mother, a mentor, a professional advisor for you. She didn’t deserve your ire, but she also did everything by the books, and for as fiercely as she loved and protected her school, she would have anyone’s neck for potentially ruining things.

“I’ll think about it,” you placate, and she walks away, satisfied, as Liz rolls her eyes again.

“You were saying—you’re not okay?”

“Liz,” you sigh. “I—I’ll get there, you know? I just—it’s brought up a lot of things. He did what he does best—swoops in at the last minute to try to fix everything. But some stuff—I don’t know if it can be fixed,” you offer honestly. “I told him if he gets clean—then maybe we could talk. But we both know—he’s probably already forgotten what happened and is on to the next catastrophe,” you roll your eyes, noticing that Lizzie has stopped mid-chew to pull out her phone. “What?” “I saw this on Instagram yesterday—” she continues scrolling as she speaks, pulling up something before handing her phone to you. On her recommended page is a picture of Dieter looking particularly haggard, walking into a white building. The location is tagged as the Tribeca Opioid Center—opening the link, you see it’s another rehab program. You look between the phone and Liz in shock.

“I—I’m sure it’s just his team making him clean up his act. The press from overdosing in a school could not have been good--” you try to explain.

“Maybe,” Liz offers, as the school bell rings. You barely touched your lunch. “But maybe not.”

The rest of the school year moves as it always does, albeit a bit more focused on safety. The kids are shaken up, and you spend some time going over what to do in an emergency, how to get help and find trusted adults, and a watered-down version of what drugs can do to you to assuage their fears until you can fall back into your routine. Unfortunately, with the state of the world, they were all too familiar with tragedy, and were able to put the preparation information away in their brains until they needed it to get back to spelling tests and kickball.

Soon enough, it was like Dieter had never happened. Lost in standardized testing and end-of-year recommendations and IEPs, you could almost forget how upsetting it was to watch him almost die. To sit in that hospital room. To see him again.

You could almost get lost in the routine, until you shuffled through your mail on the four-floor walkup to your apartment, and saw a letter addressed to you with the return address only listing “TOC.”

You ripped it open in confusion, anticipating another request for donations or a credit card offer with awful rates. But you stop in your tracks just outside your door, dropping the other items in your arms when you pull out a hand-written letter in familiar scrawled capital letters.

Sweetheart—

I did what you asked. It was time. Seeing you again, even like that—it was like you opened my eyes again. You always knew how to do that.

I’ve been here for almost 90 days now—a new record for me. This is one of the last steps we have—to write a letter to someone we’ve hurt because of our drug use. The next one is supposed to be to someone who inspires us to be better—I decided to kill two birds with one stone.

I’m sorry. There are no better words to convey more than that. I am so, truly sorry for all the hurt you’ve been through because of me. I was hurting too, and I guess—that’s why this all started. With the pain pills. At least that’s what the therapist says. I was trying to deal with my hurt, and nothing seemed to work, until it did. And then I couldn’t stop.

I don’t want to bore you with all that. I’m almost done here—a few more weeks. I made a promise to you, and I intend to keep it—I want to get clean. I need to get clean. I think I’m getting there.

I suppose I intended to keep all those promises we used to make, but this time I really

When we go to group, so many of these guys say this is the hardest thing they’ve ever done in their life. They’re right—it’s hard. Really hard.

But the hardest thing I ever did in my life is watching you walk away and knowing you weren’t coming back. I would do this a thousand times over if it meant that never happened. Even all these years later, it’s you who inspires me. In my job, in my life—in everything.

In a few weeks, they’re having a thing. They call it a “graduation” since it’s the end of the program. I know you’ve been to a lot of those—usually a bunch of 11-year-olds—but I included an invitation here. I know I fucked up and I don’t deserve you there. But I’d like you there, if you want.

-D

There were two things you refused to tolerate in your classroom; lateness, and giving up on something without a good reason.

Unfortunately, you had already ruined one of those things—the subway shut down mid-ride, leaving you stranded for 45 minutes somewhere underground while the teenager next to you blasted music from a speaker and the old woman across from you read the paper, huffing and mumbling over every new headline. Eventually, they had fixed whatever the problem was, the trains starting to move again, but the damage was done.

The second, you were close to ruining as well—alarm bells rang in your head as you ran the three blocks to the building, up the stairs, and checked in at the main office. You persevered all the way until you reached the room, but then, it was like your feet were cemented to the floor.

The room was nice, unassuming. Bright, though you guessed the large windows were tinted from the outside for privacy despite being several floors up. TV’s lined the top of the walls, playing various outdated sitcoms or the news. Several tables were set up, silver metal bolted to the floor along with the attached chairs. One long one along the back wall held snacks and drinks, mostly untouched—but each table held families in varying degrees of conversation. Kids sitting on laps, wives and husbands holding hands. Everyone full of congratulations and pride. Families.

And at a table off to the side sat Dieter. Alone. No one to celebrate with, to pat him on the back. And you realized—maybe you had made a mistake.

You weren’t his family—not anymore. You weren’t anything to him but the woman who saved his life. Sure, you had poured over his letter—analyzed every crossed T and dotted I, practically memorized the words until you could hear them in his voice. But you shouldn’t have come.

You turn to leave, lost in the shuffle of the other families and friends but then you hear it—your name, from his lips. And you look up.

And you can almost see Dieter from 20 years ago in that face, standing in his spot at the table. The sheer hope; the happiness. The awestruck, goofy smile, the wide eyes with a few more wrinkles. He somehow looks 20 years younger and fifteen years older from how you remember him, but the unbridled joy he radiates at seeing you—you make your way to his table.

“I—I can’t believe you came,” he offers quietly. He moves to hug you, but you both dance around each other, settling after no greeting at all.

“You asked me to,” you reply smally. You both sit there awkwardly; Dieter drums his hands on the table as you both fidget. Something hangs over you both, but discomfort seems to cloud either of you.

“You—you look great,” he tries, an innocent smile.

“Shouldn’t I be saying that to you?” You huff sarcastically, and he shakes his head.

“Not when you look like that,” he gestures. He can still make your heart skip a beat after all these years.

“You look good, too, Dee. Healthy,” you add, and he releases a sardonic chuckle. “I mean it. You look good.”

“I feel good,” he replies simply. “Well—better. I’m still—the road doesn’t end here,” he scrubs a hand over his face. “Still gotta keep up with everything, you know?” You don’t, not really, but you nod anyway.

“I hope you do.”

“I will,” he assures you. “I promise.”

“Dieter, don’t—“ You bite your tongue before you can get into it, not wanting to ruin the moment, but it seems to spill out anyway. “—Don’t make any more promises. Please.”

“Baby—” “Dieter, no,” you try, a little more forcefully. He snaps his mouth shut, shaking his head and mumbling. “You said if I got clean, we could talk.”

“Is that why you invited me here?” You narrow your gaze. “To prove you could get clean?” “That’s really what you’re asking?” He asks incredulously. “Everything that’s happened and that’s your question?”

“No—I have so many questions, Dee. But I thought we could start there.” He huffs, scrubbing a hand over his scruff. Most of the other families have left by now, eager to get home, but you shift uncomfortably in the metal chair. Your heart is in your throat, waiting for the other shoe to drop, for the swooping pain of heartbreak—to fade and be forgotten in the fray.

“I asked you here because everything I said in that letter was true. You are—were—my inspiration, and I wanted—I don’t know. I just—I needed to see you.”

“Is that why you came to my classroom?”

“I don’t even know if I knew I was going to your classroom. I—I was so rough, it was like my feet just led me there.” You nod, fiddling with your fingers in your lap. “I’m sorry—I know it was fucked up. To make you go through all that, after Jason and everything—I really didn’t intend to—”

“No one intends to overdose, Dieter,” you mumble, and he deflates.

“I know. And I’m sorry. There’s really nothing else for me to say but that.”

He looks sadly sincere, but without an acceptance of his apology, you both begin to look around awkwardly. The tension between you is clear, like some unmoving rock, and you watch one of the TVs in the corner to distract you a moment. An older movie is playing—daytime TV—about a substitute teacher trying to turn his elementary school class into a rock band. You chuckle a bit, watching as the man tries to teach his students to play guitar.

“You know, I always thought you’d be a good Dewey,” you try, throwing a lifeline as you raise your eyebrows toward the screen. Dieter looks at it, then back to you.

“I almost was,” he admits sheepishly, and you pin him with a look to explain. “I had a callback for that movie. Would’ve been my first starring role.”

“I don’t think I knew that.” “You didn’t,” he admits. “It—uh—they wanted me to fly out to LA for a week. It was the same week as Jason’s dedication ceremony, and you needed me there—” Your face falls, and he quickly compensates. “I told them 'no.'”

“Dee—” You start, tears beginning to form. Losing out on a role like that—even just the opportunity for it—would’ve been a big deal. It could have put him on the map well before he actually “made it,” would have launched his career.  A huge sacrifice over a speech in a local park to your family and friends that made you nervous. “You know I would’ve told you to go if I knew—” “I know,” he cuts you off. “It’s why I never told you. I wanted to be here. For you. With you.” He looks around, trying to brush it off, but you finally reach a tentative hand over the table and lock your fingers with his.

“Thank you, Dieter.” He nods, squeezing your hand back. For the first time since you walked in, he smiles—really smiles—even if it’s small.

“I would do it again in a heartbeat,” he admits. You both sit quietly, enjoying each other’s company a bit more now that the ice is broken, your hand in his. A clinic worker begins clearing things from the tables, signaling the time to leave.

“What will you do now?”

“Uh—not sure,” he admits, running a hand over his neck as he stands with you to walk you out. “I—I don’t know if I should go back to my house in LA. I just—there’s a lot of memories there. Triggers. And hiding spots. I think—it might be too tempting.” You nod in understanding. “Plus, I have to keep up with my therapist here, so—I don’t know. Maybe a hotel for a while.” You turn to look at him, approaching the exit to the clinic. He stops, looking back at you with some level of familiarity in those chocolate eyes; some level of fondness that can’t be extinguished. You take a deep breath, then take the plunge your heart has been waiting for.

“You know—the spare bedroom is free.”

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[tsvkishma]

you wanna kiss me so bad, huh?

series: my hero academia / boku no hero academia

pairings: katsuki bakugo x reader

length: 5k words

warnings: swearing, mentions of making out (w/ a minor), breach of privacy??

tags: secret relationship, enemies to lovers, high school AU, reader-insert

summary: the mutual agreement between you and your bf to keep your relationship on the DL is about to be ruined when he makes the stupid mistake to leave his phone on the table for the whole class to see

author’s note: i’m so sorry! i really tried to make it gender neutral, but it was female leaning... i apologize! i’m still pretty new to writing dis homie so please be lenient when it comes to character accuracy lol. i also apologize for the messy, unstructured writing. also thank u to bae @izvkos for proofreading!

Just as you were getting ready to doze off, the school bell rang, startling you and making you jerk up from your comfortable position on the desk with your head in your arms. Some of your classmates got up to stretch, since it was the break time between classes. Unfortunately, it had only been the end of third period and you had a long school day to go through. You let out a low groan of disappointment. I guess I’ll have to keep myself awake just a little bit longer.

To be honest, you didn’t mean to stay up all night... it was just that you couldn’t help binge-watching your favorite show last night. You convinced yourself that you were only going to watch one episode before you went to sleep... then one lead to two... then three... and then before you knew it, the birds started chirping. But, hey! It wasn’t your fault that it was so addicting!

“Oi.”

You look up to see Bakugo peering over you with his hands in his pockets and a smirk on his face, “Tch, you don’t look so good today. Didn’t get enough sleep? How are you gonna be a pro hero with those bad habits of yours?”

You scoffed, “Oh, fuck off. Sorry I don’t go to sleep at 8 every night… grandpa.”

“Yeah, yeah. Make fun of me all you want, but who’s gonna be laughing when you fail your exams next week. I see you dozing off in class, you act like Aizawa-sensei doesn’t even notice,” Bakugo grunts.

You coo, “Awe, is blasty-boy watching me during class? I didn’t know you were this deeply in love with me! So cute.”

His face went red for a moment before his usual angry expression returned, “I DON’T HAVE A CRUSH ON YOU DAMMIT! I DON’T HAVE TIME FOR STUPID CRAP LIKE THAT!”

“Y/n! Stop teasing Bakugo like that! You know he can’t handle it...” Mina chimed in, joining the fun.

“WHAT DO YOU MEAN I CAN’T HANDLE IT?! ” screamed Bakugo.

“Quiet down back there.,” threatened Cementoss as he entered the class to prepare his next lesson.

You and Mina were just laughing at your classmate screaming his head off, it was always an amusing sight if anything. Even though Bakugo denies having a crush on you, it wasn’t true. And you knew that. He had a fat crush on you, but it was more than that! He was your boyfriend.

You guys had kept your relationship on the down-low for about a month now, your relationship only became official about a week ago, but you guys had been going on dates prior. Bakugo wanted to keep your relationship a secret, you know, to protect his ego or whatever since there has always been a rivalry between the two of you and everyone in Class 1-A was painfully aware of it. He was too proud to let anyone know that he fell for someone he once vouched as his enemy.

-

There was always constant bickering between the two of you. Whether it be something minute or something that you would argue over for a couple of days. It’s not like the arguments were unintentional because they were started just to spite the other. Bickering would start about each other’s fighting technique in battle or even accusing the other of stealing their food from the shared fridge in the dorms.

The rest of your class was so sick and tired of the ongoing feud so one day, they set out a plan (led by Kaminari and Kirishima) to lock you two in a room just to sort out your differences. They set a date where they would trick you two into thinking that there was a class activity that everyone had to attend, but it would just be you two to show up and you would smash the beef between you two, and BOOM! Problem solved.

Just as the day came for the plan, something was weirdly off about you two. The morning of, you two both came into class at the same time and it was dead silent between you two. No bickering, no petty comments, and no evil stares. As more and more people were arriving, they would immediately notice the weird tension in the air. It was strangely quiet, not just because you and Bakugo were silent, but because everyone else was too. The thought of you guys not constantly at each other’s necks that morning sort of put off the rest of the class. It felt weird to talk over the dead silence when they were so used to your guys’ voices as ambiance while they were in conversation.

As the day went on, nothing changed and you guys were still silent and ignoring each other. Obviously, everyone was suspicious about what exactly happened between you two to make you ignore one another. There was no way that you guys were angry at each other because when you were, both of you made it clear by arguing and yelling loudly.

However, before anyone had the chance to ask why you guys were so quiet,  Bakugo decided to approach you for the first time between class periods. At this point, the class was back to normal and having regular conversations with one another during break time, but all of their eyes were on you two, and their voices hushed to pay attention to the tense interaction shared between you two.

“Oi. Let’s talk,” said Bakugo bluntly.

You looked up at his crimson red eyes for a second before looking away as if his presence wasn’t even there. At this point, you didn’t know what to say to him, yet. This fired up Bakugo because within a second he started yelling again.

“HEY DUMBASS! YOU DON’T GET TO IGNORE ME LIKE THAT!” he screamed.

You turned to meet his glare annoyed, “Oh, shut the fuck up. I don’t owe you shit. Leave me alone.”

He tested, “The fuck did you say to me, idiot?!”

“Fuck off, dipshit, all you ever wanna do is yell! And might I add- you do it loudly. Are you such a fucking grandpa that you can’t even hear yourself speak? Can you ever jjust shut. the. fuck. UP!” you yelled back.

The arguing continued and the rest of Class 1-A continued with their previous conversations after seeing you guys back to normal. The tension between you guys soon left their minds as they continued with the rest of their day. Unbeknownst to them, the night before you two were arguing like usual in the kitchen area of the dorms before Bakugo made his first move on you.

-

The argument started with you getting angry at Bakugo for making a mess on the counter after spilling some of his water. It was late at night and no one else was around and you two happened to wake up around the same time to get a drink of water.

“You idiot, clean up your fucking mess. You spilled it all over the counter,” you said as you gestured to the spilled water.

“Tch. I didn’t spill shit. If it bothers you so much, why don’t you go clean it up yourself?” he groaned as he leaned against the counter.

Appalled, you grabbed the roll of paper towels and threw it at his head. He was caught off guard as the roll of paper hit his forehead. It fell and rolled out onto the floor. Now, he was truly annoyed.

“Fuck was that for, huh?!” he said staring at you, smoke practically coming out of his ears.

You laughed, “Just giving you a hand since it seemed like you were too fucking lazy to grab the paper towels yourself. Seems like the grandpa’s getting too old to do stuff for himself, boohoo.”

He growled, rage evident in his face. You laughed to yourself looking away from his face. The next thing you knew, he grabbed you by the shoulders and pushed you against the fridge behind you. You were pinned by his big, rough hands and he was closer to your face than usual, yet still enraged.

You tried to wiggle out of his grip, but it was useless, “Let go of me, idiot! You need to learn how to take a fucking joke.”

He didn’t respond, but he kept his eyes on your face. You tried moving away, but now his grip on your shoulders tightened, making your breath hitch.

“What the fuck is your problem? You want me to say sorry or something? Did the paper towel knock the fucking sense out of you? Let me go!” you argued.

“What happened to all your fucking hero training? Can’t get out of my grip, huh? How pathetic,” he growled in a low tone.

You felt his eyes piercing into your own and it was making you a little bit uncomfortable. He’s never been physical with you, even with the constant bickering between you guys. This was a side of him you’ve never seen.

You started, “Look, did I hurt your feelings or something? Did I hit you really hard on the head? There’s no point in holding me against the fridge. Plus, the handle is kind of hurting my back-”

“Shut up,” he stated plainly.

He looked away, avoiding eye contact with you. Okay.... suspicious much...

You tried moving once again, then he pulled you up from the fridge only to slam you back against it, but this time harder.

“Why can’t you just fucking stay still?!” he started yelling.

“Ow! Because you’re being a fucking weirdo! There’s something fucking wrong with you, it’s starting to creep me out! What the fuck are your intentions anyway, huh?!” you argued back.

His calmness fading, he yelled back, “SHUT THE FUCK UP! ALL YOU EVER DO IS GET ON MY FUCKING NERVES LIKE YOU KNOW EVERY FUCKING THING IN THE WORLD!”

His face was inching closer and closer to your face with each word pouring from his mouth. You smirked at this.

You laughed, teasing, “Oh, you wanna kiss me so bad, huh?”

He immediately froze after hearing that sentence spill from your mouth and avoided eye contact yet again. Oddly enough, he returned to his calmer self... If you didn’t know any better, it was obvious that that sentence held some truth with him.

“Look just-”

Before you could finish your sentence, his lips crashed onto yours. Your eyes shot wide open at the shock of the situation. Bakugo Katsuki fucking kissed you... Bakugo Katsuki. The Bakugo Katsuki who always argued with you. The Bakugo Katsuki who always got on your nerves. THAT Bakugo Katsuki.

Taking you away from your thoughts, he pulled away from the kiss. He examined your face for your reaction, but you were frozen in place with your eyes shot wide open. You didn’t know what to do, as if you were a computer and you were going through some code that you weren’t programmed to handle. He looked away and scoffed at himself, mumbling.

“Of course, she didn’t fucking like that, idiot...” he mumbled.

His grip on you loosened and his hands were brought to his side and he couldn’t bear to look at you in the face again. Breaking from your frozen state, you focused your eyes on him. He pulled his face away from your point of view and was scratching his neck in embarrassment and you could notice the light blush spread on his cheeks. You felt a little tug on your heart that you’ve never felt before when looking at him. At that moment, he was just so freaking cute.

Mentally telling yourself that you’re gonna regret this later, you grabbed his face in your hands and pulled him closer to you again. Your lips locked with his and you closed your eyes to bask in the moment. Only this time, Bakugo’s eyes were shot wide open, but only for a second. Relief soon spread across his face and his eyes rested on your waist, pulling you closer.

Both of you guys wanted nothing more than to stay in that moment forever, the rivalry between you two completely non-existent. As all good things must come to an end, you pulled away from him and your eyes made contact for a second before you both looked away, blushing. Realization soon hit you and you didn’t know what to do next.

“I-”

“Uh-”

You guys stuttered at the same time, making eye contact for a second before looking away. The atmosphere between the two of you was confusing. Before you could think of another thing to say, he spoke up first.

“Good night,” he said.

He walked away swiftly and turned the corner to the hallway towards his dorm. You stood for a few seconds not knowing what to think. You released the breath that you didn’t realize you were holding in and proceeded to walk towards your dorm room. Leaving the kitchen a bit of a mess for the night.

The next day it was Kaminari who was blamed for leaving the paper towel on the floor and some spilled water on the counter. Poor boy.

-

Now, the relationship that you had with ‘blasty-boy’ would probably seem complicated and confusing in the eyes of others, but you two were pretty content with where you guys were at. There was an unspoken agreement that you would keep your relationship under wraps. You knew how Bakugo always tried to upkeep his ego of being the best. You’ve always assumed that he didn’t want anyone to know he had a soft spot for you. And you didn’t necessarily mind not sharing your relationship out in the open, anyway. I mean, you guys only just made your relationship official, but it was a little hard to keep your mouth shut when you desperately wanted to gush about him with the other girls of Class 1-A.

Although, you guys have managed to maintain the rivalry between you guys in front of the others. It’s not like you guys were faking it, though. Only now, you guys saw it as fun, meaningless banter and meant nothing by it. The few times that you’ve got to spend with Bakugo alone were completely different from when you would be with him as a group. 

On one of your more recent dates, he invited you to watch a movie in his dorm room and he was so adamant about keeping you close to him throughout the movie. At one point in the night, you tried to get up to use the restroom real quick and his arm around your waist pulled you back down, making you fall onto his lap and you stared up at him. He ignored you and stared at the laptop screen.

“Uh... I need to go pee. Let me go, please?” you smiled up at him.

He gave you a glance and reverted his stare to the screen again, “No.”

“What do you mean no? I drank so much water because the popcorn was too salty... come on. You want me to pee on you or something?” you joked.

He laughed, “So, what if I do?”

You sat up and his gaze finally met yours and his signature smirk was plastered on his face.

You grabbed one of his pillows and hit him with it, “Ew, you’re so fucking gross! I’m going.”

He laughed and finally allowed you to leave, but rest assured, he snuggled up with you when you came back.

-

Right now, you were hanging with the rest of your class in the common room. On Fridays, you guys all agreed to a movie night after a long week of classes. You were sitting with the rest of the girls, settled between Momo and Mina. The movie hasn’t started yet since everyone was starting to get comfortable and settled in. A few of your classmates were grabbing popcorn and other snacks in the kitchen while the rest of you guys were just chatting. Somehow, the conversation between the girls evolved into talking about relationships.

“Oh my god! There was this really cute guy that I accidentally bumped into at lunch and apparently he’s a third-year! I hope I bump into him again, he was seriously cute,” gushed Mina.

“That’s so cute, Mina! I wish I had, like, ANY romantic interactions. My life’s so boring...” groaned Ochaco.

“Same,” said Hagakure.

The rest of the girls sort of nodded in agreement, but you just sat there sipping your juice pouch loudly.

“Y/n? You’re awfully quiet,” teased Tsu as she nudged you with her elbow.

“Well, I mean-”

“What are you ladies talking about over here, huh?” said Denki as he and the other boys inched closer to the girls to join their conversation.

Momo spoke up, “Seems like Y/n over here has a crush!” 

You covered your face in embarrassment, “No I do not! It’s... uh... look we’re just... talking?”

Kirishima teased, “Awe so who’s the lucky individual?”

“Yeah, I wanna know who captured our Y/n’s heart,” laughed Sero.

“It’s no one...” you said after trying to recover after digging yourself in a deeper hole.

“Hey, Bakugo. How do you feel about Y/n’s new crush, huh? Maybe your love for her isn’t reciprocated after all...” started Kaminari before Bakugo stood from his seat on the couch and grabbed his shirt to intimidate him.

He growled, “I don’t have a crush on Y/n. How many times do I have to tell you idiots that?!”

“You’re just jealous that Y/n’s significant other is probably hotter than you!” laughed Mina.

Visibly annoyed at the situation, Bakugo walks away rolling his eyes and mumbling, “Tch. Can’t believe I go to school with a bunch of idiots...”

“Awe, can’t take it anymore? Your love for me is so strong that it pains you to listen to this conversation, huh, Bakugo?” you teased.

“Shut up. I’m going to the bathroom,” he said plainly.

The rest of your classmates on the couch got a laugh in before the topic of your potential significant other died down into smaller topics within different people. Those who were in the kitchen preparing the snacks for everyone finally came back and everyone was finding their seats around the TV and your boyfriend had yet to come back.

You pulled out your phone to text him and right as you did, Iida turned off the lights.

“Yo, Y/n. Turn off your phone it’s too bright and the movie’s about to start,” nudged Mina.

You apologized, “Sorry. I’ll turn it off in a minute I just need to text someone.”

You pulled up your boyfriend’s text log and typed in a message for him:

yo blasty boy why arent u back from the bathroom the movies starting

...also i saved u a seat next to me so we can cuddle (lowkey of course hehe)

After sending those two messages, you put away your phone in your pocket. Everyone was concentrated on the movie and you set your attention on the TV screen until...

PING PING

A phone on the coffee table lit up brightly while making two loud notification pings. Everyone lost focus on the movie and looked over at the phone on the table. No doubt that it was your grandpa of a boyfriend’s phone pinging. Before you could do something, Kirishima grabbed it.

“Who the hell didn’t turn off their ringer? And why is it so damn loud..” laughed Sero.

Kirishima’s eyes scanned his phone for a quick second before his eyes widened and he covered his mouth in surprise.

“Holy shit! Bakugo has a girlfriend!” yelled Kirishima.

You couldn’t help but cover your face in your blanket... Bakugo was about to be so mad at you. Your secret would be out and honestly, you were glad, but you know that your boyfriend didn’t want anyone to find out anytime soon. At least, not like this.

Everyone turned to Kirishima, suddenly losing interest in the movie playing in front of them.

“Oh my god, you’re joking!” squealed Yaoyorozu.

Ojiro claimed, “There’s no way that Bakugo has a girlfriend. Not that hothead.”

“Bro, I’m not joking! And guess what... it’s someone in this room!” exclaimed Kirishima.

Everyone starts looking around the class, silently accusing their classmates of being the culprit.

“Look what they said: ‘also i saved u a seat next to me so we can cuddle‘! Someone better start speaking upppppp!” said Kaminari teasingly as he got the phone from the red-haired boy.

“So, who is it?” grinned Ochako.

Sero peeked at the phone in Kirishima’s hands, “There’s no name, it just says ‘dumbass’. That’s so like Bakugo.”

You sighed in relief. You didn’t know that Bakugo didn’t have your contact as your actual name. 

“G-guys! I don’t think Kacchan would want us to go through his phone...” protested Midoriya.

“Midoriya is right! This is not respectful behavior, we should respect our classmate’s privacy,” Iida said matter-of-factly.

Kaminari replied, “Aw, come on you guys are no fun! It’s harmless, anyway! If it really is someone in our class, we were bound to find out! It’s inevitable!”

You grab the phone from him and said, “Wow, Kaminari, I didn’t know you had the vocabulary capacity for the word inevitable! Now, let me see this...”

Lo and behold, your messages were shown on the screen under the name ‘dumbass’. You tried to analyze the situation and how you could use this small sliver of anonymity to your advantage. You concluded that just trying to play off the situation would be the best thing to do-

“Woah, woah, woah. What’s that as Bakugo’s wallpaper?” said Mina as she slowly grabbed the phone from your hands.

Right then, a horror scene played out right in front of your eyes. As everyone was standing crowded around the phone (whether they agreed with peering through your boyfriend’s phone or not), they were looking at the brightly-lit device in the pink girl’s hands and she deleted the notifications to show his very-telling wallpaper… you could say there was a slight miscalculation in your plan as you failed to notice earlier that his wallpaper was the two of you... making out.

You couldn’t bear to look at what was on his phone as everyone let out their gasps. It was too embarrassing, everyone seeing such an intimate moment on your boyfriend’s phone. Bakugo had taken that picture on a whim one night when you two were having one of your movie nights. When he did that, you were shocked because there was no way that Bakugo took pictures of himself ever. Honestly, you were shocked to see that he knew how to take a selfie. Nonetheless, you peeked through your fingers at the phone in Mina’s hand just for a bit.

To your surprise, he set the wallpaper to LIVE MODE. Live mode...... Everyone was watching you guys make out in action like it was a fucking movie.

That motherfucker...

The silence of realization was then disrupted as the girls let out their squeals and the whole class was causing a commotion while the boys high-fived each other as if they won a competition or something. Everyone was up and moving, a strong contrast from them mere minutes ago when they were lounging around on the couch and floor. Sero was shaking your shoulders as you covered your face in your hands. Your face was heating up from all the embarrassment and you couldn’t bear to look at any of your classmates after what they just witnessed.

You didn’t know what to think. Half of you were completely embarrassed that your friends just saw you in an embarrassing scenario and half of you were angry at Bakugo because this was all his fault! Who the fuck puts such an intimate moment as their wallpaper?! Why not something cute? And of course, it had to be a live photo…

You finally peered through your hands again to see the scene in front of you. Mina was laughing so hard on the couch that she was on the verge of tears.

“I CAN’T BREATHE! NEVER IN A MILLION YEARS WOULD I EVER EXPECT THIS SHIT!” she cried.

Most of the boys were still jumping up and down like some monkeys due to the sheer excitement and energy in the room. Uraraka walked up to you and smiled widely while placing her hands firmly on your shoulders.

“Wow! Who would’ve thought that you and Bakugo were a thing! I honestly didn’t see that coming… sorry that we all had to find out that way. I was a little too absorbed in the excitement to consider how you felt,” said the round-faced girl.

With your face still red, you said, “Don’t worry about it… it was bound to happen soon enough, right? Although, now I’m a little embarrassed, but I guess I’m kind of relieved that I don’t have to put much effort into hiding our relationship anymore.”

Yaoyorozu chimed in, “Honestly, this is more entertaining than the movie we were just watching!”

You laughed along with the other girls who were nearby. On the other side of the room, the boys were making a train throughout the room and singing.

“Uh, y/n,” interrupted Asui, “Look.”

The man-of-the-hour walked in the room with his hands in his pockets with his usual grumpy expression. He stopped to examine the room and stared quietly at the energetic group of boys.

He scoffed, “What are you nerds doing? Why aren’t you guys watching the fucking movie, huh?”

He looked around the room until his eyes met yours and you quickly looked away, which caught his attention. Your mind was racing a mile a minute trying to think of an excuse. Your gaze averted to the ground, but you could hear his footsteps heading your way.

“Since when did your socks suddenly get so interesting that you can’t look me in the eyes?” teased Bakugo.

He brought his hand up to your chin and lifted your face to meet his gaze. His playful smirk instantly dropped once he saw your expression. Your eyes were borderline teary and seemed lost, like a sad puppy.

He whispered so that only you could hear, “Baby… what’s up?”

You wanted to give in to his touch at that very moment and run into his arms, but you resisted because you knew that it would be too selfish given how you just broke your guys’ agreement. You didn’t deserve to be in his embrace right now, he was seconds away from finding out that your guys’ secret came out accidentally all because you sent a random text. You pulled your face away from his grip and moved away from him.

“W-wait, what-” he started.

“HEYYYYYYYYYYY, BAKUBRO!” said Kaminari and he wrapped an arm around him (much to Bakugo’s dismay), “How come you didn’t tell your buddies that you had a soft side to you, huh?”

Bakugo grunted, “What the fuck are you going on about?”

Kirishima chimed, “You know, you shouldn’t leave your phone out in the open like that… it makes you vulnerable!”

Still confused he said, ”Did worms get in your brains? We’ve been only one day off from school and you start lacking common sense?”

To his surprise, you walk up with his phone in your hand while keeping eye contact, unlike earlier.

“Sherlock, I thought you would’ve connected the dots by now,” you sighed, with a tinge of sadness behind it, “Your wallpaper… really?”

You hold up the phone up to his face and his reaction was almost humorous to you. His eyes widened and his face was painted with a light tint of pink.

For the first time in your life, you witnessed your boyfriend at a loss for words. The rest of your class watched the whole interaction and some restrained laughs were let out and they were all back to square one, laughing like maniacs. You were about to join in and laugh with them when you realized again what the situation at hand was. You were scared of how Bakugo would react since this would be the first rift in your relationship and you didn’t want to have a genuine argument with him, especially with how angry he could get. Suddenly, you felt a pair of hands grasp yours and you look up to see your boyfriend smiling at you.

“I-”

Before you could say a single word, he hauls you on his shoulder, and you yelp in surprise. You don’t know how you ended up in this position, but now you’re dangling off of him and now you’re staring at the ground. (Also, his face was dangerously close to your ass, but you didn’t mention it.) He starts walking away and away from the commotion towards his dorm room. Before you can protest, he leans his head on your body causing you to freeze up. You could feel his warmth from his body heat against your shirt.

“You know… I’m not mad at you. I could never be mad at you,” he says quietly.

Your brain took time to process that sentence… was Bakugo actually not mad? Most importantly, who knew such sweet words could come out of his mouth? You couldn’t help but breathe out a sigh of relief and you relaxed a bit.

Wanting to tease him, you said, “Sorry, you were too quiet. Could you repeat that again?”

He groaned, “I said… I’m not mad at you, I could never be.”

You giggled, “I know. I heard you the first time, but I thought my ears were deceiving me… Katsuki Bakugo is saying something nice for once? Whatttt…”

He shook you a little, “Forget it. You didn’t hear anything.”

Raising yourself a little, you patted your boyfriend on the head, “Nope. Remembering that phrase forever and ever.”

“Whatever.”

You smiled, “Whatever!”

[americasass91]

The Shield and the Sweater

Hello lovelies! This little fic came to me when the lovely, beautiful, talented @stargazingfangirl18​ asked a very important question on her blog. Would you rather be enemies to lovers with Steve Rogers or friends with benefits with Ransom Drysdale. Well my greedy ass wanted both. Thus the birth of this story. I also turned it around a little to make it fit into Siri’s 5k Soft Dark Challenge! I’ve never written anything dark before. Also not sure if this classifies as soft!dark or if it’s more dark. But it’s one of those! If that makes you uncomfortable, then please don’t read it. This is also my first time writing a threesome, so let me know if it sucks! I hope you enjoy it! 😘

General prompts:

8)The town golden boy isn’t as sweet as everyone thinks.

Dialogue prompts:

3)”Oh, honey, you weren’t supposed to see that.”

11)”I’ve waited a long time for this, sweetheart.”

Rating: Explicit(if you’re under 18, please leave)

Words: 6.2k(this one got away from me, sorry)

Warnings: soft!dark/dark themes, unprotected sex, anal sex, vaginal sex, threesome(M/M/F), manipulation, language, model!Ransom being an asshole, Steve not being who you think he is

“And I really think if everyone pitches in to make these changes, it’ll really make a difference in the long run.”

Wow, so this is how you were going to die. In your whole 20 something years of existence, you never thought boredom would be your cause of death.

Sure, you were the lead Accountant at Stark Tower and these monthly meetings were mandatory. But did you really have to be here to listen to Rogers go on and on about how we can ‘improve our working environment’? Why did he even care anyway? He was barely ever here as it is.

You must have been zoning out worse than you thought because next thing you know your coworker, Janet, is poking you in the side and pointing towards Steve.

With a quick glare sent her way, you move your gaze to the Captain. He is giving you the same look he always does. Like he’s disgusted with you. “I’m sorry Miss Y/L/N. Am I boring you?”

A scoff escapes your mouth. “No, not at all Captain Rogers. I just love when people who are never here seem to always have an opinion on how things are run and how they could be better.”

He narrows his eyes at you. “Do you have a problem with me, Y/N? Cause if you do, I’m sure there’s a way to solve that.”

You stand up and match his expression. You lean forward with your hands resting on the table. You can’t help but notice the Captain drops his gaze to your cleavage that’s now on more display than before. But just as quick as it was there, his gaze rises back up to meet your face. “Is that a threat, Captain Rogers?”

“Oh, it’s more than a-“

Tony quickly stands up and claps his hands together. “Okay! Meeting adjourned! You two, come here!”

You quickly straighten yourself up and make your way over to Tony. You always try to make sure you show him as much respect as you can. He’s your boss after all.

“I’m so sorry, Mr. Stark. My emotions got the better of me. It won’t happen again.”

He nods to you. “Thank you, Y/N. I accept your apology. But what I’m not understanding is why Steve here wanted to fire you?”

You both turn to look at Steve who has a sheepish expression on his face. “Yeah, sorry about that, Tony. She just seems to bring out this ugly side of me. I’ll try to keep it more contained next time.” He then moves his gaze to you. “Sorry, Y/N. I promise to be more professional moving forward.”

He makes a quick exit, leaving you shocked that he apologized at all. Ever since you started here almost a year ago now, you’ve been at each other’s throats. It was your fault really.

It was your first week and you were in the break room grabbing some coffee when you overheard a few of your coworkers making fun of Steve for being a virgin. Now, you weren’t sure if it was true but you wanted to fit in so you made your way over to the group and asked if anyone calls him Captain Virgin. That earned you some big laughs. But the laughter died down quickly as Steve entered the room to grab some coffee. Judging by the glare he gave you, he heard what you had called him.

You went straight to Tony after that to apologize. You really didn’t want to get fired. But you wanted to make sure Tony heard the story from you before Steve got the chance to talk to him. To your utter surprise, Tony found the name hilarious and gave you a high five, saying you were going to fit right in.

Well long story short, it’s almost a year later and Steve is still getting called Captain Virgin. Oh but don’t worry, he has names of his own for you. His favorite is Tony’s Pet. For some reason, it really eats at you when he calls you that.

But the one thing you hate the most about Steve?

Is how utterly, hopelessly, and desperately attracted you are to the son of a bitch.

That happened in your second week when you went to use the complimentary gym and saw him beating the shit out of some poor punching bag. Your panties and your workout were definitely ruined after that.

The more you fought with Steve, the more you just wanted him to bend you over any surface and have his way with you.  

It was despicable how horny you were for him. You were pretty sure all he’d have to do is snap his fingers and point to the floor in front of him and you’d happily drop to your knees and take him down your throat.

So that left you leaving work every day in a horny state. You started by taking care of it yourself when you got home. But after a while even that wasn’t cutting it. Then you started bringing home one night stands. But after the 4th disappointing non-orgasm, you gave up and just learned to live with it.

Sure, you could attempt to start being nice to Steve and maybe ask him out. But you were pretty sure he hated you. Plus you have way too much pride to actually do that.

So that leads to now. It’s Friday night and your workday is almost over. You’re inputting the last few numbers from the last expense report in your pile.

You get the last number put in when Janet approaches you. She sits on the corner of your desk. “So, you coming tonight?”

You take your glasses off and lean back in your chair, stretching your arms over your head. “Coming where?”

She rolls her eyes at you. “Oh, come on Y/N! You know we go out almost every Friday night. You never come and you always say you will!”

You start to clear off your desk and put things back in their place. “Yeah well I could. Or I could go home and sit on my ass and do nothing.”

“Well, that explains why it’s looking a bit bigger lately.”

Janet’s jaw drops as she directs her gaze at Steve, who is now standing in front of your desk.

You smirk and lean on your elbows towards him. “You like looking at my ass, Rogers?”

He scoffs. “Well when it takes up that much space, it’s hard not to notice. But here, I came to give you this.”

He hands you what looks to be a 10 page expense report. “Sorry it’s late, I’ve been busy, you know. Saving the world.”

You ungraciously take it from him and throw it in your to-do pile. “That can wait until Monday. I’ve got plans. We’re going to-” you look towards Janet for clarification. “Lavo.” You turn your gaze back to Steve. “Yeah, we’re going to Lavo. So this will wait til Monday if that’s okay with you, sir.”

Steve does his best to move his bag and jacket subtly towards the front of his pants so you won’t notice his growing hard-on. He hates how turned on he gets when you guys get into it. And then you call him sir? Jesus. He clears his throat. “Of course, I'm the one who turned it in at the last minute.”

Janet speaks up quickly. “You could always come with us! It’ll be fun!”

You grin widely at him. “Yeah! You could finally get your cherry popped, Captain Virgin.”

Steve can’t help the blush that covers his cheeks. “Uh, I can assure you my cherry has been popped since the 40’s. But thank you for your concern. And thank you for the invite, Janet. But i think I’ll stay in tonight.” He takes out his phone and sends a quick text before turning around and walking towards the elevators.

Wow. He didn’t even try to retaliate. You shrug your shoulders and grab your purse before standing up. “Alright, I’ll go! But on one condition!”

Janet claps her hands in excitement and starts walking with you towards the elevators. “Sure, anything!”

You press the button for the lobby. “You are going to be my wingwoman. Cause this girl definitely needs to get laid.”

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Lavo is super packed by the time you guys arrive. Of course you all had to go home and change.

You decided to go with a simple, yet effective, little black dress that showed off just enough to get men’s attention.

Thankfully you are able to score the last table. The waiter comes over and gets everyone’s drink order. You decide to stick with your favorite. You don’t want to get too drunk on the off chance you find someone to take home.

About a half hour into hot office gossip, Lucy, who is sitting across from you, taps your arm. You raise your eyebrows in question towards her.

She subtly nods her head towards the bar. “Okay I’m pretty sure the hottest guy I have ever seen is checking you out.”

You can’t help the smirk that crosses your face. “Yeah? Which one?”

“You can’t miss him. He’s fucking hot. Like no comparison to any of the other dudes sitting up there.”

You glance down at your drink and quickly finish the remainder. You stand up and adjust your dress, pushing up your breasts in the process. “Well, then I guess it’s time for a refill.” You wink and turn to make your way towards the bar.

It doesn’t take long for you to spot him. And boy was Lucy not kidding. He was fucking hot. Brown hair, blue eyes, and a smug smirk that would normally turn you off. But on him it worked. And who even looks that good in a fucking cream colored cable knit?

You go up to the bar, not too close to Mr. Hottie of course, and patiently wait for the bartender.

Hottie McHothot not so subtly moves his gaze up and down your body. He must like what he sees. “Hey honey, have you ever raised chickens?”

Uh. That’s definitely not the first thing you expected to come out of his mouth. You look over at him with confusion on your face. “Uh, no. Why do you ask?”

He just shrugs his shoulders. “Just kinda figured you might. Cause you sure can raise a cock.”

Okay, you’ve definitely never heard that line before. You crack up. You’re pretty sure you even snorted on accident. Once you collect yourself you ask, “Has that line ever worked for you?”

The bartender makes his way over to take your order. After reordering what you had before, you turn towards Hottie and wait for his answer.

“Not sure, my buddy told it to me yesterday so this is the first time I’m using it. Did it work?”

You shrug your shoulders. “I don’t know. It was pretty cheesy.”

“Yeah, maybe. But it got you to laugh. So I’d say mission accomplished. Name’s Ransom. What’s yours, pretty girl?” He holds out his hand for you to shake.

Ransom. Now where have you heard that name before? You accept his hand shake. You can’t help but notice how much bigger his hands are than yours. Jesus. You could already feel your panties getting wet.

“My name’s Y/N. Ransom, that sounds familiar. Do I know you?”

He releases your hand and goes to take a sip of his bourbon. “Well, I guess that depends. Do you read magazines or have you seen the side of the city bus lately?”

You quickly wrack your brain. You don’t read many magazines. But the bus drives by you everyday on your walk to work. Holy shit! That’s it! He’s in his underwear on the side of the bus. You’ve drooled over that picture plenty of times.

“Oh, yeah! I remember now! I’ve seen you on the bus! What’s it an ad for? I can never really get past the almost naked man. A bit distracting on my way to work.”

He smirks as he briefly glances down at your breasts. “I’m glad you know my work. It’s an ad for Calvin Klein. For their new line of men’s briefs. Sorry I’ve been a distraction.” He sends you a wink.

Fuck. He was a model. And a popular one at that if he’s in an ad for Calvin Klein.

“I didn’t say I minded. You can make it up to me you know.” You wink back. Holy shit. Were you really flirting with a model?

“Yeah? Well, how about we get out of here and I’ll show you a fully naked man.”

Okay. Cheesy line number 2. Was that really going to work on you?

Yes.

Yes it was.

“Let me just go grab my purse.”

Drink forgotten, you go back to your table as quickly as you can without looking desperate. “Sorry, girls. But this is where I leave you.”

Janet glances down at her phone. “We haven’t even been here an hour yet! Where are you going?”

You send her a wink. “I’m leaving with that guy! You guys know him! Remember that ad on the side of the bus?”

They all turn their gaze to him. And they all make it very obvious. He just waves and sends them a smirk.

“Holy fucking shit! That’s the new Calvin Klein guy! Oh my god you lucky bitch!”

“Wait! Listen. We’ll let you go on one condition.”

You furrow your brows in confusion. “Okay?”

Janet gives you a naughty smirk. “On Monday I’ll need a report on if they had to stuff his briefs to get that delicious looking bulge or not.”

You give her a naughty smirk of your own. “I can totally do that.”

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Monday morning you were all smiles as you stepped off the elevator and headed towards your desk. You give Janet a wink as you pass by her. She quickly makes her way over just as you sit down. “Um, excuse me hoe. But is that the same dress you were wearing Friday night?”

You quickly grab the cardigan you always keep in your desk out and put it on and button it up, attempting to look a little more professional. “Maybe.”

Janet opens her mouth in shock. “You stayed the whole weekend with him? You little slut! How was it?”

You turn on your computer and grab for the expense report of Steve’s you left in your to-do pile. Then you turn towards your nosy coworker. “Well, if you must know, yes. I did stay the whole weekend with him. And I’m pretty sure I was in an orgasm-induced coma the whole time. It’s all kind of a rough, sticky, mind-blowing blur.”

“Are you going to see him again?”

You shrug your shoulders as you put in your login information on the computer. “I haven’t decided yet. While the sex was the best I’ve ever had, he’s kind of an ass. Talked about himself and all the famous people he’s hooked up with since becoming a model. I honestly kept initiating sex just to make him shut up.”

She gives you a look like you’re stupid. “I’m not seeing the issue here. So what if he talks about himself a lot? The sex was amazing. You need to lock that down girl.”

You roll your eyes at her. “That’s the thing, Janet. He doesn’t do relationships. He told me so multiple times. Plus I’m pretty sure he was texting another chick in between our ‘sessions’. I suppose if I’m desperate, I’ll get a hold of him.”

“You know you could always just have him on backup for sex. Like a friends with benefits situation.”

“Janet, I’m in my late 20s. I’m too old for that kind of relationship.”

“Exactly, you’re in your late 20s! This is the perfect time for that kind of relationship before you settle down and get married! Have one last final hoorah!”

“I can’t have this conversation before caffeine. I’m going to get coffee. You act like I’m dying soon or something.” You turn to walk away but then remember you were supposed to tell her something. “Oh yeah and by the way. The bulge is definitely not stuffed.”

You give her a wink and then head to the break room for some much needed coffee. When you see who’s in there, you almost contemplate going downstairs to a different break room.

Steve is standing at the counter, preparing his coffee. He turns when he hears you come in and gives you a once over. “Well, look what the cat dragged in.”

You grab a mug out of the cabinet beside him. “Sorry my appearance isn’t up to your standards today, Rogers. I was a little...busy this weekend.”

He takes a sip of his coffee to make sure it’s right. Then he moves out of your way so you can get to the coffee, but still staying close. “Busy getting run over by a truck? Cause that’s kind of what you look like.”

You pour yourself a generous amount of coffee and take a long sip, letting the bitter liquid slowly make you human. “Yeah, well. I was busy getting fucked all weekend, Rogers. But I know your little innocent mind wouldn’t know what that’s like.”

That wipes the stupid little smirk right off his face. He almost looks pissed. He moves even closer to you. Almost pressing himself right up against you. So close that you can smell his coffee-scented breath. If you were wearing panties, they’d be ruined.

“Not all of us feel the need to sleep around. Some of us are looking for a real connection. Not just a one night stand of meaningless, mediocre sex.”

You press yourself just a little closer to him, his chest now touching yours. “Oh, it was anything but mediocre. Maybe if you actually got some, you’d know what that feels like.”

He leans his head down until his mouth is next to your ear, his left hand now resting on your hip. “You really need to stop insinuating that I’m a virgin sweetheart. If you were nicer to me, I’d show you that I know how to fuck.” With that he backs up and heads out of the break room.

You let out the breath you didn’t realize you’d been holding. Jesus Christ. You swear you almost came.

And if you were nicer to him? Fuck him. He’s not nice to you either. That’s okay. You have someone who can scratch this itch.

You pull out your phone and send a quick text.

To: Fuckboi

You busy tonight? I could really use a release.

The reply came almost immediately.

From: Fuckboi

Didn’t get enough of my cock this weekend huh? I suppose I could make myself available.

You roll your eyes and quickly reply with your address and what time to be over.

The rest of the day passes by slowly. It takes you half the day to enter Steve’s expense report. God he’s descriptive. At least it’s completed. You can’t really say that much for the other Avengers. They usually half assed them and made them barely acceptable.

You are shutting down for the day when Steve approaches your desk. You remove your glasses and look at him expectantly. “Is there something I can help you with, Steve?”

A blush creeps it’s way across his cheeks. “Um, I was actually just wondering if you had time to go over the new expense report forms? They should be a lot easier to fill out.”

You glance down at the clock on your computer. Ransom is going to be at your place in about 20 minutes.“Can we do it tomorrow? I have company that’ll be showing up at my apartment in like 20 minutes.”

His hopeful smile falls. His face is now unreadable. “Would your company happen to be whoever you spent the weekend with?”

Confused, you grab for your purse after getting your computer shut down. “Actually, yes. Should I have asked your permission first?” You attempt a joke to ease the sudden tension.

He pulls out his phone and starts typing furiously. Wow. You weren’t aware he knew how to text. You hear it ping with a reply before he angrily puts it back in his pocket. “Sure, we can do this tomorrow. Wouldn’t want to get in the way of your whoreing around.”

Your jaw drops in surprise. Sure you guys were always throwing jabs at each other. But he’d never said anything like this before. And in such a mean tone.

You round your desk and stand right in front of him. “Fuck you, Steve.”

You hurry towards the elevators before he can see the tears that have welled up. You couldn’t let him know he had that power over you. Asshole. Thank god Ransom was coming over. Hopefully he could fuck what Steve just said right out of your head.

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You’ve lost count of how many orgasms Ransom has pulled from you with his mouth when there’s a knock on your door.

Ransom looks up at you from his kneeling position on your living room floor. “Did you invite someone else to join us, pretty girl?”

You scoff and push him away so you can stand up. You pull your dress down as you make your way towards the door. “Yeah. I can barely handle just you. I’m pretty sure if we added someone else, I’d actually die.”

You open the door and gasp in surprise. “Steve? What are you doing here?”

He rubs the back of his neck nervously. “Look, I know you probably already have company but I felt really bad about what I said to you earlier today and wanted to apologize.”

You have so many questions. “How did you know where I lived?”

That sheepish smile makes its appearance again. “I may or may not have looked in your employee file.”

You shake your head. “And you felt the need to come all the way here and apologize? Why not just text me?”

“It would only have felt right to me to do it in person. I really am sor-”

You feel a pair of arms wrap around you from behind. “Well, who do we have here? Why is Captain America at your door?”

You turn your head to address Ransom. “He just came by to apologize to me. I think he was just leaving.”

Steve has a disappointed look on his face. “Yeah, I suppose I was.”

“Awe, what a shame. I thought you were gonna ask him to join us, pretty girl.”

Steve’s eyes grow wide at the thought. You quickly speak up. “No, I don’t think he’d be comfortable with that. He’s a little old fashioned.” You give him a sincere smile. You didn't think that was a bad thing.

Steve looks back towards the elevators and then back to you. He clears his throat. “What if I wanted to join you?” Seeing your wide eyed look, he quickly adds, “Only if Y/N would be comfortable with that of course.”

You contemplate what the consequences could be in your head. But then you get distracted when Ransom starts grinding his hard on against your ass. “Come on, pretty girl. Make a decision.”

The next word comes out of your mouth faster than what your brain can process. “Okay.”

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Now you were standing awkwardly in your bedroom with Steve and Ransom looking at you expectantly.

You’ve never done this before so you’re not sure how this is supposed to go. “So, um. How do we start exactly?”

Ransom smirks and comes up behind you. “I think you should call the shots, pretty girl. If you’re okay with that, Steve?”

With the mention of his name, he walks towards you and places his hands on your hips. “I think that’s a great idea. Can I kiss you now?” He places his hand under your chin and raises your face up to meet his. “I’ve waited a long time for this, sweetheart.” With that, his lips meet yours. It’s explosive. You quickly wrap your hands around his neck and press yourself up against him.

You get so lost in the kiss, you forget that Ransom is there. That is until he presses his lips against your neck and presses himself against your ass. It presses you even further against Steve, making you feel his excitement against your lower belly.

You’re so overwhelmed already and you’d barely started. You may not survive this evening.

As you move your hands down to remove Steve’s shirt, Ransom is unzipping your dress, pressing kisses to every inch of exposed skin.

Without breaking the kiss, Steve moves his hands around to unhook your bra so he can get his hands on your breasts. He pinches your nipples, causing you to moan into his mouth. He moves his lips to your neck, sucking on your pulse point.

After successfully removing your dress, Ransom stands back up and turns your head to connect your lips. He starts rutting his clothed hard on against your naked ass. His left hand reaches around to bat one of Steve’s away so he can squeeze your breast.

Steve takes the hand that had been swatted away and moves it down to your soaking wet core. He starts lightly circling your clit. Just enough pressure to make you mewl.

You reach behind you with your left hand and tug at the waistband of Ransom’s briefs. “Off.” You moan out as you take your right hand and start attempting to take off Steve’s jeans. He smirks into your neck and helps you out. He barely gets them unbuttoned and unzipped before you’re reaching your hand into them and his boxers to grab his cock. It feels big.

Ransom grabs your left hand and places it on his now free cock. You wrap your hand around it and give it a squeeze before you start pumping your hand up and down. You do the same to Steve’s, making the both of them let out grunts against both sides of your neck. Steve increases the pressure on your clit a little. Still not enough.

“Nee-need, you. Please.” You weakly moan out. Ransom moves his mouth up to your ear. “How do you want us, pretty girl?”

You reluctantly pull away from both of them so you can think. You decide to be greedy. You point to Steve. “I want you to lay on the bed, please.”

He does as you ask. Putting his hands behind his head as he awaits further instructions.

You get on the bed and straddle him. You turn around and reach your arm out for Ransom. “Want you behind me.” You lean over and open your bedside drawer to grab the lube and toss it at Ransom. He smirks as he straddles Steve’s legs and gets behind you. He uncaps the lube and starts coating his cock with a generous amount. “Need my cock in that ass, pretty girl?”

You hold up your hand. “Wait.” You lean down towards Steve and give him a quick kiss. “Are you okay with this?”

He nods his head. “As long as you are.” You raise back up and smile at him. You turn your head and look at Ransom. “I’m assuming you're okay with this?”

He just smirks and squeezes some lube out so that it slides down the crack of your ass. “More than okay, pretty girl. Need me to stretch you out first?”

You smirk and pull him in for a quick, filthy kiss. “I think it got plenty stretched out this weekend.”

He matches your smirk. “You little slut. Wanting both of our cocks stuffing you full.”

You whimper as he lands a smack on your ass. Leaning up on your knees, you grab a hold of Steve’s cock and start running his tip up and down your folds. He places his left hand on your right hip and his right hand on your left thigh. “Condom?”

You quickly shake your head and pause your actions. “On the pill. Unless of course you’d be more comfortable with one.”

He shakes his head. “No, just making sure.”

You turn back to Ransom. “I’ll let you know when I’m ready for you.”

He nods and places his hands on your shoulders, waiting somewhat patiently.

You slowly sink down on Steve’s cock. He’s stretching you out so deliciously. It burns in just the right way. Ransom may be longer, but Steve is definitely thicker.

After you get fully seated on him, you take a minute to adjust. It only takes a few seconds. You turn your head towards Ransom. “Okay, I’m ready.”

He removes his right hand from your shoulder and grabs the base of his cock and starts pressing against the tight ring of muscle. He’d been in there a lot over the weekend. But it was still a tight fit regardless. He doesn’t go as slow and sheaths himself to the hilt, causing you to moan out in slight pain and pleasure.

Holy fuck. You feel so full. You think you might die. That is until Ransom removes his cock until just the tip remains and then forcefully thrust back in, causing you to grind on Steve’s dick.

Steve grunts out from the movement and starts thrusting up into you the best he can from his position. Ransom wraps his left arm around you and continues his thrusts, not letting up his pace. You don’t even really have to move, the both of them doing it for you. They somehow find the perfect rhythm. Each of them pulling out and pushing in at the same time. One of your hands is behind you, resting on the back of Ransom’s head while the other is resting on Steve’s chest.

Steve sits up suddenly and pulls you in for a kiss. “Like being stuffed with both of our cocks, pretty girl?” You hear from behind you. “Yes. So good. So full. Gonna cum.”

Ransom removes his arm from around you and reaches down and starts circling your clit. “Do it. Cum all over us. Make a mess.”

Steve can feel you squeezing him. “Please, sweetheart. Need to feel you cum on my cock. You’re gripping me so good.”

You explode. You clamp your eyes shut, seeing stars behind your eyelids. You let the both of them fuck you through it.

Ransom’s hips stutter. The fluttering around his cock is too good. He cums with a shout of your name, filling up your ass to the brim. He gives you a few more thrusts before he pulls out and collapses beside you two.

Steve’s been patient while you come down from your high. He lays back down, pulling you with him so that your chest to chest. He bends his knees and grabs onto your hips. “You ready, sweetheart?” You raise up, both of your hands on each side of his head. You give him a nod.

That’s all he needs. He starts fucking you, hard and fast, chasing his release. He can feel it building. He just needs to feel you come undone around him again. He moves one of his hands and starts circling your clit with his thumb. “Need you to cum for me again, Y/N.”

You shake your head. “Can’t. Too much.”

Ransom sits up beside you. “I know what she needs.” He reaches over with his left hand and wraps it around your throat, squeezing gently.

It makes you clench down on Steve’s cock. “Yeah? That all you needed, sweetheart? A hand wrapped around your pretty throat? I know you like it. Can feel you squeezing me.” He picks up his pace. The only sounds that can be heard are his grunts, your breathy monas, and skin slapping against skin.

It doesn’t take long for your orgasm to hit you. This one is somehow even more intense than the last.

You must’ve blacked out for a few seconds because the next thing you know, you’re waking up in between Steve and Ransom.

Steve smiles down at you. “There she is. We lost you for a second, sweetheart.”

You feel drunk. You smile goofily up at him. “Did you cum?”

Just as you ask that, you can feel his release seeping out of your overused cunt. Then you feel cum leaking out of your ass. You hide your face behind your hands in embarrassment. “I can’t believe we just did that.”

Ransom removes one hand while Steve removes the other. “Nuh uh uh. No hiding allowed, pretty girl. I have no regrets.” He looks at Steve. “Do you?”

Steve smiles down at you and leans down to press a soft kiss against your lips. “None from me. You tired, sweetheart?”

You let out a big yawn and nod your head, slowly closing your eyes. “Get some rest, pretty girl.” That’s the last thing you hear before sleep takes you.

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You wake up sometime in the early morning, stretching out your sore limbs. You know you have a dumb smile on your face. But you can’t help but notice your empty bed.

You sit up and hiss at the deliciously sore feeling between your legs. You grab your robe and slip it on. You can smell coffee coming from the kitchen. You giddily make your way out of the room and down the hallway. They both barely just come into view, still unaware you’re there, when you hear Steve speak.

“I thought you were going to be an asshole to her? Make her see I’m not that bad.”

You hear Ransom next. “I was an asshole to her. I’m sorry I dicked her down so good that she wanted more.”

Steve scoffs. “I never gave you the okay to fuck her!”

“You also didn’t tell me it was off limits. Look you got what you wanted right?”

“No, actually I didn’t. I didn’t pay you so we could have a threesome together.”

What the fuck? Steve paid Ransom to help him get in your pants?

“Ok, how about this? I’ll give you all of your money back if I can fuck her one more time before I go? Then we’ll be squared away.”

Steve seems to be conflicted. “Fine! But this is the last time Ransom. I have to get to work anyway. After this, she’s mine. And make sure she’s not late for work herself.”

Before you have time to react, Steve rounds the corner and sees you standing there. He has a deer caught in headlights look. Ransom comes up beside him and sees you. “Oh, honey, you weren’t supposed to see that.”

You slowly start backing up towards your bedroom. Steve moves towards you, stopping once you put your hands up. “Stay away from me! Both of you! I want nothing to do with either of you!”

Ransom moves past Steve and grabs onto your arms. “Oh, please. You’d fuck us again if we wanted. Wouldn’t you?”

You spit in his face. “Fuck you, Hugh.”

He gets a sinister look on his face. “Wrong move, pretty girl.” He looks toward Steve. “Don’t worry, I’ll fuck the brat out of her. You better tell her boss she won’t be in today.”

Your eyes go wide at his words. You start thrashing against him, trying your best to get away. Steve has had enough. He comes over and yanks you away from him and presses you against the wall. “You better calm down, sweetheart. I’ll treat you like a princess if you can be my good girl. Can you do that?”

You shake your head. “Why would you think I’d want anything to do with you after finding out you paid someone to help get into my pants?”

He gives you an evil smirk. “Because if you don’t, I’ll just have to release the tape of last night on the internet. Let everyone see how much of a slut you actually are.”

You narrow your eyes at him. “You’re bluffing.”

He smirks and turns his head towards Ransom. “Show her.”

Ransom gets his phone out of his pocket and swipes at the screen for a second before turning it in your direction.

Holy shit. They weren’t bluffing. There you were, getting fucked by the both of them. That would ruin you if it got out. Not only would you get fired, but your parents would probably disown you. You’d never have a normal relationship again. You’re fucked. Even more than you were last night. How had you not noticed they were recording it?

Ransom must have read your mind. “I set my phone up while you were busy with Steve’s fingers on your cunt and his tongue down your throat. I think you need to ask her again Steve.”

Steve grabs your chin and moves your gaze onto his face. “I’ll ask you again. Are you going to be my good girl? Let Ransom fuck you one more time and then it’ll just be me and you?”

You drop your gaze to the floor. You feel a tear run down your cheek as you whisper out, “I’ll be your good girl.”

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✉ extraordinary attorney woo | ep 13 thoughts jeju-do, joined by friends, and junho's sister is going to have to sleep with one eye open

; or the one where i tried to make sense of what happened.

↳ jeju-do you know what i thought going into this ep? oh, jeju, it's gonna be so much fun!

and it was, actually! it had its funny moments here and there to balance out all the angst. from our newest golden trio singing in the plane and the car to their visit to the temple.

(minwoo's bp joke honestly made me laugh, and i do hate that it was him who said it lol jk)

imo the case's biggest contribution to this ep was that it brought all of them to jeju-do.

it's the things that happened while the squad was in jeju-do, in the middle of this business trip, were the main focus for me.

1. uncovering myeongseok's divorce. the show gave him the spotlight he deserves.

he told us his past, how much he worked even then that ultimately led to his condition now and his eventual divorce. i don't think he'll d word. we see him walking okay in the ep 14 preview when they visit the temple. (at least, i think it was him) ((also im in denial, he cant be terminally ill. he cant!!))

the squad might be trying to find the haengbok noodles owner for him, i think? but we'll see if that's relevant to the case or not.

2. suyeon and minwoo. is it it surprising that this happened? i don't want to say yes in full confidence but it's not a definite no.

we saw the way the camera focused on him when suyeon got a new hairdo. his reactions to when suyeon said she'd aggressively win someone over were also indications of his interest. those were hints that this was bound to happen. they established this in the first ep, i feel like. your typical enemies to lovers trope.

but does it warrant that confession FROM SUYEON we're getting tomorrow? i honestly don't think so and i hope it's a fake out. minwoo likes suyeon. sure, ok. i can understand, can't say i like it.

but you're telling me that suyeon likes him now? even after knowing what he did to youngwoo? after one walk in jeju? REALLY? if that's the case, i think she falls easily :( she fell for junho and her one night stand i think, and if that's the case, then this thing minwoo actually might make sense. doesn't mean i have to like it tho.

(joo jonghyuk's cute BUT MINWOO? TACTICIAN KWON MINWOO? no. he's a -12)

3. meeting junho's sister. we'll get into that one later.

4. minwoo's backstory. i sympathize with his situation. it's difficult to be the breadwinner of your family. you need to endure everything to provide and it gets incredibly lonely. he's suffering, and i can't fault him for that.

does that excuse his behavior, though? nope.

i can't get behind on a redemtion arc for him. he could've not went to taesumi, or they could've shown us him regretting ever going to her as he uncovers more about taesumi and youngwoo's relationship (or lack thereof) and then he apologizes to youngwoo because that's the least he could do after what he did.

but nah.

i just feel like it's a little too late for them to appeal minwoo to us, to say that he's not that bad of a guy.

he still is, that ableist prick. nothing will ever excuse his behavior towards youngwoo. ever.

but, anyway.

i loved that we got some of the cutest whale couple scenes in this ep! junho smiling when youngwoo arrived, even though he was still upset at her for what happened. youngwoo making junho guess the names of the dolphins in the pics, the plane talk and the whole seatbelt thing - i could be here for a while.

but my personal faves are: (non-verbatim)

"i have 154 (bows) left"

"no, it's still 155. you started late."

"why are you keeping track?"

"just keep going."

and

"i should've rented a van with an open roof, too."

"there are no vans with open roofs."

"right." *in like a "yes dear" type of tone*

if not date, then why wooho act like a couple married for 10 years??? 😭

↳ joined by friends the geurami, minsik, and myeongseok trio was so refreshing and funny to see!! their colorful fits and their singing in the car were top highlights.

i'm so glad they joined, because we not only got to see the whole cast together, but they were there as a saving grace for all the minwoo scenes we got. (hahaha jk... hng)

minsik not being (totally) awkward and sad around suyeon after their failed date is nice. he's still trying, though, but i hope he gets over her.

i love geurami so much and her scenes in this ep just sealed the deal for me. the clock scene is the best one!! she'll do anything for youngwoo, that's her ride or d word!! she'll slay any ticking clock that disturbs youngwoo for eternity.

but she needs to open her eyes and see that minwoo is not the boy for her.

↳ junho's sister is going to have to sleep with one eye open she really does.

i was really hoping that voice we heard in the preview wasn't someone related to junho. i was imagining them both overhearing it, and youngwoo opening up to junho about her worries and him reassuring her that their relationship isn't like that.

but, well.

firstly, junho wanting to introduce youngwoo to his sister is a big deal. that's what you do when you're serious about the relationship. not that we've seen anything from junho that states otherwise. but time and time again, he proves to youngwoo (and us, the viewers) that he's in this for the long run. he's committed!! he knows it will last!! HIS FEELINGS ARE NOT TEMPORARY!!

and it sucks big time that junho's sister clearly doesn't see that, too blinded by her assumptions.

before meeting them, youngwoo asked geurami for tips to impress them. after hearing that junho's sister will be serving them meat and raw fish, no gimbap, youngwoo was hesitant but since she remembered what geurami said, she said it was okay. junho even insisted that she didn't have to force herself to eat them, but she still did.

i made this point in a post earlier, but she did it all for junho. she sat there and ate something she wasn't used to eating because if it meant that junho's sister and her husband will approve of her, then so be it.

but they didn't.

and it led to youngwoo questioning their relationship. "am i someone who can make junho happy?" it's especially painful to hear that after seeing how wide junho's smile is just at the sight of youngwoo alone.

his sister had the audacity to tell him "you're not going to marry her, so don't bother telling our parents."

MAM

MAM

in junho's head, they've been married since this scene.

probably.

but he we saw how worried he was before moving forward in this relationship. he's 100% sure of youngwoo. he's down so bad for her and he's in this for the long run.

i've said that, but clearly junho's sister needs it drilled into her head.

my frustrations simmered down a bit now, but i'm still so incredibly disappointed at how things turned out. not at the writers, no. but the scene in general and the fact that we're going to witness a whale couple breakup tomorrow.

they need to be able to communicate this properly. saw someone said that wooho were better at communicating before they were dating, and i can definitely see that. this is a drama, and tbh when i said in ep 12 that their little bickering was necessary, i meant that. and i mean it for this one, too. that doesn't mean i enjoy seeing the angst tho. these are two people i want to protect.

i'd hate for the writers to throw the healthy communication down the drain in ep 14. they should talk it out!! and i mean in that beach, not when they go back home. we have 3 eps left, are they seriously going to make us wait??

also want to point out the glaring plotlines that are missing so far:

junho meeting youngwoo's dad

taesumi and minwoo. how's the deal going?

boston.

we haven't heard anything about boston since ep 11, if i remember correctly, and we have 3, episodes left. i hope they're not ending it with her going to boston, but it's becoming a possibility?

i don't want to think about it and this post is getting way too long and i need to work so.

see you later for ep 14!